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humanpurposes · 2 days
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Karma is a God, Chapter 15: The Lakeshore
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The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Main Masterlist
Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)
Warnings for this chapter: 18+, spoilers for F&B and future seasons of HotD, canon divergence, descriptions of violence, angst, mentions of death and war
A/n: We're back after five whole months!! I've been deep in the brainrot for this fic recently, and I'm so happy I've come back to it. I've had this series planned out since December 2022 and I'm really excited to see it through.
Also, psa I guess, this series is no longer going to be updated on Tumblr, all future chapters will be posted on AO3.
I do want to say thank you to everyone who's shown this fic some love on here, it makes me so happy seeing it come up in my notifs, I can't wait for you all to continue reading it :)❤️
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The voice in Luke’s head whispers again. Blood.
It is everywhere, in the colour of the sky, in the clouds and the setting sun. It’s in the water, spilled from the bodies of two dead dragons. Watery red waves ripple over the lakeshore, rushing over her boots, running back to the lake and seeping through the pebbles into the earth.
Aemond is covered in it. He is on his knees before her, an arrow lodged in the shoulder of his sword arm, his riding leathers sodden, his silver hair soaked and stained pink. She wonders if he can taste it, the blood of Caraxes and Vhagar on his tongue.
Even when she takes up Dark Sister and places its point to his throat, he is staring at her with the intent of a hunter. His seeing eye is wide, his eyepatch washed away and his sapphire almost black in the absence of light. The scar that frames it, the scar carved by her hand, is inflamed, furious and red.
The last time she had seen it, he was holding a knife against her cheek, demanding retribution, seeking payment for her debt.
It seems like another lifetime ago, before Arrax, before Shipbreaker Bay, before she had clawed her way through endless, agonising pain to find her way to Jace, before she had buried two of her siblings, when Rhaenyra was her mother and not her Queen. 
The sword– Daemon’s sword, feels wrong in her hand, but then it should not be hers to have.
“Remember all he has taken from you,” her step-father had said. 
And she does. She remembers it all.
Aemond’s arrogance to not weep and grovel and beg for his life, after everything, is an insult. 
She had never felt so sure of herself, so determined that she knew what path the Gods had mapped for her. Aemond would not have a noble death or the burial rites of their family. He would be lost to the lake with an arrow pierced through his black heart, remembered as a traitor and a kinslayer. She would be his end. It was only right.
Daemon had trusted her, handed her the bow she would use to kill him, told her to stay hidden amongst the trees and wait for the right moment to strike.
In the blur of battle, as night engulfed the sky and poisoned the air with its cold, she had missed her mark. She knew it the moment the arrow left the bow that it would not be enough to kill him.
The danger in that was Vhagar. The dragon howled in fury and surged towards her atop Grey Ghost. Aemond had his chance then. He could have finished what he began at Storm’s End, claimed her life, seen his debt fulfilled.
Then Vhagar had steered away.
It was hard to see what became of them in the final struggle. The dragons were a single mass of bloody flesh, joined with teeth and talons. Daemon leapt from his saddle, sword in hand. She might have screamed, either way it would have gone unheard.
Aemond must have realised what was happening when he started to fuss with his chains. He released himself and then they were falling.
Aemond and Daemon were lost to darkness but Vhagar and Caraxes plunged into the God’s Eye with a colossal splash that reached so high it appeared to match the height of Harrenhal itself.
She was standing on the lakeshore before she found herself in the mind of her dragon.
She watched through Grey Ghost’s eyes as he flew towards the lake and dived beneath the surface of the water. In that void his claws curled around a body.
She was standing on the shore again, inside her own mind again, waiting for Grey Ghost to deliver what– who he had found.
Grey Ghost set the body down. He may have had stained silver hair and Dark Sister clutched in his hand, but she knew right away it wasn’t her step-father. There was still life in him– in Aemond.
What will her mother think now?
She feels Aemond swallow against the blade, the movement of his throat piercing his skin. A droplet of blood trails down his neck, below his collar. 
She knows what she has to do– what she should do: push forwards, watch him choke on blood and steel. 
He draws his tongue between his lips. His voice is almost a whisper, thick and strained. “Please.”
Her hold on the hilt falters. Perhaps she should feel some semblance of pride, now that she has him at her mercy, breathless and broken. 
“Please.”
She watches the blood trail from the small cut she has made in his neck. She imagines it spraying from a larger wound, coating Dark Sister, seeping through his teeth and his lips.
“You can beg better than that, surely,” she says...
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bet-on-me-13 · 4 months
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Danny is Cass's brother
So! Back when David Cain was making his "Perfect Weapon", he came across a complication.
Lady Shiva, the woman who was set to give him his Weapon, was pregnant with Twins.
He decided that the Spare was useless to him, and that he needed to devote all his time to the Weapon. He was about to give it up, or maybe just dispose of it, when he decided that it was fine to keep it. A Spare is still a Spare after all, if the Weapon ever failed or died, he could start from scratch.
So, Danny was raised for the first 8 years of his life as a Spare Weapon. He didn't get the same rigorous training that Cass did, as she was the main focus, but he was still trained in the basics. Even a Spare Weapon need maintenance after all.
Then, when he was 8, Cass broke into his Cell Room and ran from the Base with him. She knew that once she escaped, Danny would be the next one to suffer, so she took him as well.
Unfortunately, they got seperated somewhere in Illinois when they got caught by some of David's mercenaries.
Cass kept going, running all across the country before ending up in Gotham at 15 (1 year earlier than normal). There, she got adopted by Bruce Wayne and became the Vigilante, Orphan. She never stopped looking for her brother, but at the very least she knew that he must have escaped David Cain's men. They were focused specifically on her after all.
Cass had enlisted the help of her new Family to search for him. DNA tracking, Facial Recognition, even asking some of their Underworld Contacts for information.
Unfortunately, they had no leads. Until one day when one of their Facial Recognition Programs finally picks up on a Match.
The face of a Small Time Hero in Illinois.
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When Danny and Cass got seperated, he ended up in Amity Park. After a few days of Wandering, he was found by Jazz, who then took him to her Parents and convinced them to Adopt him.
When Danny is 14, he is in a Lab Accident that turns him into a Halfa. Using his New Powers and Old Training, Danny manages to keep his new Family and Home safe from the Ghosts coming through the Fentons Portal. He becomes a Hero basically, even though he doesn't really want to attention.
He thanks the Ancients when he finds out about the Media Blackout Amity is Under. He guesses it's not great, but at least he is safe for now.
He continues like this until one day when he is 16, and there is a knock on the Door.
He opens it, and stands shocked when he sees his Sister. Not Jazz, the wonderful woman who took him in and taught him how to speak all those years ago. The one who has acted as his Older Sister for the past 5 years.
His Sister. His Twin. Cass.
After a moment of Shock, they simultaneously go in for a Hug and start to cry a little.
After a few minutes of calming down, Danny introduces his Sister to his bewildered Family. Cass likewise introduces her Adoptive Brother, Dick, who came along to make sure she was safe on the trip.
While Dick and the Fentons get acquainted, Danny takes Cass up to his room to talk.
She explains what happened after they got seperated, what she is doing there, and how she found him.
She tells him that she had originally come to Amity to bring him to her new Family, but she could see the love he held for the Fentons. Also the town needed its Hero.
Danny is shocked that she even found him through the Media Blackout, but not so much at the fact that she nailed his secret identity on sight. She was always observant after all.
After that, Cass and Dick stay in Amity for a few weeks so Danny and Cass can catch up. He introduces her to his friends, shows her around his parents Lab, and even let's her meet some of his kore friendly Rogues.
They are just having a great time.
...
Back in Gotham, Batman just got a very frantic call from Barry.
"Bruce, I just came back from the future!" Shouted Barry through the Comms.
"Explain." Demanded Batman. Barry knew better than to Time Travel without just cause. If he was forced to time travel, it was serious.
"A Villain shows up, an Apocalyptic Level Villain." Barry explains, "He destroys Everything. And I mean Everything. None of us can stop him, he has too many powers to combat. Flight, Invisibility, Intangiblity, Energy Beams, Energy Constructs, Ice Manipulation, Weather Manipulation, Electrokinesis, the list goes on."
"How do we stop him?" Asked Batman. This was dangerous, a Villain with even half of those powers was deadly already.
"It's complicated, but I think he followed me and another Hero back in Time. I think it may be a Closed Time Loop. He is the catalyst for his own creation."
"Is there any way to break the Loop? What is the main driving force to his Creation?" Asks Batman.
"Well, I know his name at least. He goes by Phantom, but his real name is Danny Fenton." Barry explains.
Bruce feels his heart grow cold. He knows both of those names.
Phantom, aka Danny Fenton, aka Daniel Cain.
Cassandra's Brother.
Barry seems to hesitate, before continuing, "...and as far as I know, the catalyst for his creation is the death of Orphan in Amity Park."
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cogentranting · 1 year
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Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs
I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand
A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.
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Horse (Sing)
6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.
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Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings) 
5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though. 
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Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) 
-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical  relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness. 
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Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)
1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink. 
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Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty) 
4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts. 
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Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand) 
2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.
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The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)
I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win. 
9/10
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Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)
1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid. 
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Odette’s horse (Swan Princess) 
7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.  
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That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)
12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.
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Buck (Barnyard) 
2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like. 
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The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)
9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that
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Leah (The Star) 
4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know. 
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(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin) 
8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way. 
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Fred (Over the Garden Wall)
7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun. 
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The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)
8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats. 
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Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)
7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face” 
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Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks) 
3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say. 
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Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)
2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss. 
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Police Horse (Madagascar)
7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is. 
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Melvin (The Lorax)
10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him. 
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Babieca (Puss in Boots)
4/10 This horse has dead eyes. 
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Onyx (Rise of the Guardians) 
13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.
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Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game) 
-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves? 
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Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free) 
8/10 Objectively I know the design is good  but my heart rebels against this show’s existence. 
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Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free) 
8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.
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Horse (Centaurworld) 
Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now. 
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Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 
10/10 No notes. Perfect horses. 
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Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 
15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose.  I like her feather. 
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Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)
100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare. 
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sukunas-wife · 2 months
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can you do something about sukuna when a curse hits him and he ends up turning into a little baby and the reader will have to take care of her husband and son because they are both identical 😸
Please 😭😭 It’s terrible now that Yuji is the same height as his daddy he couldn’t be more ecstatic about being able to swing on him only to learn Ryomen can very much still use his Domain Expansion 🥹 I don’t know why it got sad out of now where that unwanted child comments been haunting me all week 😭🤍
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“Oh Ryomen…” you couldn’t help but stare sympathetically at your husband who was now just over 3 feet drowning in his clothes. Yuji was right there hugging his neck, “We’re the same height daddy now we can play!”
You wanted to tell Yuji not to see how Sukuna was trembling with teary eyes, the anger being too much for his little body. You wanted to coo at him but you felt so bad seeing him so small, finally you turned to your lady in waiting who was bowing on the floor in front of your little boys. “Lord Sukuna forgive I’m so sorry forgive me please I had no intention of doing this forgive me forgive me forgive me I beg for your mercy-“ she was cut off when a gash was sliced across her face, it wasn’t enough to kill her but enough to mark her as incompetent. You had to look away, his little chubby face was tilted back with an aggravated look his eyes were looking down on her. Yuji was still hugging and rubbing his face against his “daddy’s' ' shoulder. You almost thought he deserved a brother.
There you were picking him up to keep him from killing your lady in waiting. You expected him to kick and throw a tantrum instead he turned in your arms burying his face in your shoulder holding on tight to your robes. Yuji was pouting when he handed you his dads oversized robe that you tried to use to cover him up. He laid there sniffling, you could feel the heat of his face and the occasional tear.
“Aww is my little prince crying.” You could help but take his face in your hand and kiss all over his face. He wasn’t like Yuji who would start laughing and perk up, he put his hand on your lips stopping you while staring you down. You stared at each other until your fake bit his chubby fingers and he cracked a small smile. “Cmon Yuji, we need some of your clothes.”
Yuji perked up, taking your hand and looking up at his dad. He wanted to play but he guessed his dad can’t just run around naked. You were doing your best to dress Sukuna but this is how it went.
“Let’s see what we have,” you pulled out white pants and a white shirt, “No.”
“This?” It was a robe Yuji would wear in the summer, “No.”
“What about these?” You pulled out a fancy little set Yuji wore in one of your family portraits, “Nuh uh”
“Oh oh! What about this one daddy!” You watched Yuji jump out of the Chester of clothes, it was a costume he asked you to ask one of your ladies in waiting who was a good seamstress to make. It was Ryomen’s Iconic white robe, blue belt and scarf. It had matching socks also, this is what Sukuna got excited about. He took it from Yuji, not hesitating to strip from his oversized coat and into his new smaller robes. “Perfect.”
You saw him standing on the bed next to Yuji, Yuji looked so excited and you looked away. “I don’t need another, I don't need another, I don't need another.”
“Woman!” You turned back to Sukuna. His small voice was nowhere near as demanding or authoritative. You saw Yuji slide off the bed and run off, “I am hungry.” You cleared your throat, “right, let’s get you something to eat .” You looked around “Yuji baby are hungry?” “Nooo!” His voice was shaky, “‘m looking for something i'll eat later!” You watched as bent over half hanging in the drawer of clothes. “Are you sure?” “Mhmm!” “Alright, we’ll be in the kitchen if you get hungry okay?” He nodded “ookaay mommy” Sukuna slid off the bed and you couldn’t help but take his little hand, you looked at Yuji missing the look of shock on Ryomen’s face. You only looked back when you felt his little hand squeeze yours tighter. Your soft smile when you looked down at him. He wanted to rip his hand away and cross his arms over his chest, he’s not weak and he doesn’t need a hand to hold. He snapped his head away and you felt how his hand was shaky while he held on tight. “What’s wrong Ryomen?” He didn’t look at you, but you could see the red on his face, the little gloss over his eyes, you thought to yourself, ‘he’s probably never held someone’s hand. He was the cursed unwanted wretch of a child..’
You spent the next hour treating him like a complete child, the baby talk, sitting him on the counter and squishing his little cheeks even if he threatened to bite you, you never did. The way you’d hug him and kiss his cheeks and forehead. Letting him eat off the spoon while you cooked, he didn’t give you the cute little reactions Yuji did but his little puffed out cheeks and puts squeezed your heart. There you stood in front of him, he was sitting on the counter with an almost empty bowl. You watched him slurp the last of his noodles and awed at his little smile when he looked up at you. You could help but take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead, “My little baby boy.” He put his bowl down when you hugged him and did his best to hug you, his face on your chest, you let your chin rest on his head. “I love you Ryo.” He didn’t make a sound. You ran your hand up and down his back, “you okay baby?” He just hummed.
“Daddy!” You pulled away and broke into a big smile when you saw Yuji standing in the door. “Awww Yu.” You couldn’t help but coo over him. He was dressed exactly like Ryomen, and even had a poorly drawn mark on his forehead. You sat Yuji down to eat listening to him explain how he looked for the costume because he knew he had more than one and now he and daddy could play the King of Curses game he had just made up. Sukuna was standing by your side pulling on your sleeve while Yuji was stuffing his face quickly. You saw him, you genuinely saw him as a child in that instance. He didn’t have any marks on face or wrists. He looked naked, you had to stifle your laugh when he mumbled something you didn’t catch. “Daddy needs a mark too!” Was all Yuji said pointing at his own forehead. After Yuji finished eating you sat them both in front of your vanity, cleaning off their faces and taking a black pigment to draw the little mark Ryomen usually had on his forehead on both of them. They were almost identical twins except for the fact Yuji’s light brown eyes were innocent compared to Sukuna’s red eyes that now held a look of mischief.
before you knew it they were off. Both of them were running out into the garden racing to see who would get there first. It was a competition of who was better now. Still you trailed behind, calling your ladies in waiting to accompany you.
It was chaos, they tore up flowers, left muddy patches in the grass, their white robes were filthy at the bottoms and the pigments on their foreheads were running from sweating. Sukuna tackled Yuji and they tumbled into the koi pond, they were laughing and soaking wet, slipping while they tried to climb out. It was cute how they crawled out and laid on the grass. Your boys, laughing and kicking their legs, it made you awe. There was no doubt in your mind Ryomen didn’t get to experience this kind of fun from the very very faint and little details he’d given you of his past.
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It’s been a week, you woke up this morning sore and tired. Sukuna was half lying into your chest drooling and snoring, Yuji was laying backwards, he was spread out a foot pressed into your cheek the other on the pillow, one of his hands was spread out the other loosely holding Ryomens hand.
You tried to move, Yuji sat up slowly, not moving his foot from your face. You tried to sit up and Ryomen whined shaking his head back and forth protesting your sitting up. Still you held him in your lap as he clung to you with one hand, Yuji tried to wiggle into your lap hugging your other side. “‘’M sleepy” the weight of your mini husband and son drug you back down to the bed. You caved and fell back asleep pulling both of them into your sides.
You woke up screaming, jumping up in panic, running out the room ready to grab your kids just to find them tripping and tying up eunuchs to draw on their faces. They were squatting around a poor eunuch's face. Yuji was covering his smile with his little fists, and Sukuna was on his knees and one hand, the other drawing on his face, his tongue stuck out in concentration. You had to breathe and your lady in waiting ran up to you, “Lady y/n are you alright?! You ran out in just your intimate robes.” You sighed your heart beating in your throat “Yes, I just heard screaming so I was panicked.” It was scary, their heads snapped to look at you like wolves. They heard you and it was over, they were running over to you and you felt intimidated which led to you running back to your room being chased by Ryomen and Yuji.
“No! Stop, stop! No!” Your cries were in vain when they managed to take you down after entering your room. Laid out on the floor Sukuna sat on your butt leaning back into your back like a lounge, you groaned lifting your head to find Yuji squatting in front of you. “Mornin mommy.” You rested your cheek against your folded arms “Good Morning baby.”
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It was another week, you were sitting on a stool in the bathroom robes pushed back, Ryomen was sitting between your legs on a smaller stool while you scrubbed him down. Yuji was splashing in the water, his skin tinted red from being scrubbed down also. Sukuna was angry, pouting with his fists pushed into his knees. “Ryo if you didn’t wanna be scrubbed then you shouldn’t have chased that skunk! Now both of you stink. And look at this!” You ran a hand through his hair little grains of dirt could be felt, “you still have sand in your hair.” He huffed before he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing out his cheeks. “M not stinky woman! It’s called manly musk!” You laughed “Manly musk, the only thing manly about you right now is your name Ryomen.” He yelped when you poured water over him, side eyeing you before you told him to go soak in the fragrant bath. The smell lingered on their clothes. You had them Burned and the handmaid's were quick to make new ones before they finished soaking.
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It was the start of the third week, you wanted your oversized husband back. You were tired of waking up to someone in your ribs and a foot in your face. The two had become so similar you ended up saying the wrong name three or four times before you got it right. The robes and painted marks didn’t help either. But here you were reclining on the front steps of the temple watching them one more time. Sukuna felt it before you saw him, Kenjaku was coming.
“What do you want!” He was bratty and snapping at him when he was in sight.
“Oh, I didn’t know the king of curses had another son. An exact replica I would say too.” Kenjaku picked him up by the scruff of his robes, Sukuna was kicking and wiggling before Yuji ran over “Let him go!” And started beating the man’s legs. Kenjaku shook Sukuna, “hey Kid is Ryomen Sukuna home or isn’t he?” “M not answering you.”
Kenjaku’s eye twitched “Why not?” “Because your brain is freaky! Who needs to open their heads, freak!” Yuji screamed, still swinging on Kenjaku’s leg. Kenjaku tried to lightly push Yuji back and that’s when Sukuna smacked his hands together, “DOMAIN EXPANSION”
It was unstable, he was Ryomen Sukuna, but his cursed energy was the same as a child’s.
You heard the chime and drip. Everything in you lit up and you started running, what the hell was happening Yuji, Ryo please please don’t do anything stupid.
“Ah shit-“ Kenjaku was quick to make his disappearance at the scene when he heard your steps.
“Ryomen!” You took a deep breath “Yuji!” You could feel the residuals of another person.
“What happened!?” You were kneeling in front of Sukuna, hands on his shoulders with a panicked look. He was okay, that was until you heard sniffles and crying. You snapped around Yuji was sitting on the floor with a gash across his crying. You let Sukuna go and ran over to Yuji picking him up. “Shh shh shh, it’s okay let me see.” You tried to pull his hands away from his face. There were cuts across his nose and across one of his eyebrows. “come here Yu.” You sat on the ground pulling him into your lap even when he resisted while crying. Placing your hand carefully on his face cupping his cheek you started to use your reverse cursed technique to heal cuts.
You watched as they closed and slowly started to heal over. You didn’t notice how Sukuna looked scared, for once the king of curses looked vulnerable. When you were done with Yuji, what were you going to do to him? Were you going to abuse him the way his parents had? Would you treat him like a wretch, an unwanted curse. Would you scream at him and raise your hand at him? “…Yuji…” his voice was so small when he tried to get closer. You turned to him, you saw those teary eyes and you were confused, when you licites your hand to try and pull him closer he flinched away. “What’s wrong Ryo?” He watched you put your hand down on Yuji who stopped crying. He looked down, shaking his head, before Yuji spoke up “m Okay it wasn’t too bad.”
Both of you saw how Sukuna’s eyes looked up but he wouldn’t lift his face. You nodded with your head, “Come here Ryo.” He slowly walked over hands behind his back before standing next to you still not looking you in the eye. “You okay?” Your hand came up to touch his back and he just stood there, Yuji was still sitting in your lap looking up at his dad. You watched those little tears drip off his chin, before you pulled him down into your side hugging him, “Don’t cry Sukuna, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t mean to hurt Yuji.” Yuji crawled over trying to hug him also, “‘ts okay.”
You did your best to hold both of them, rubbing their heads with your hands as they held onto you. Taking turns in kissing their heads and rubbing their backs. Sukuna still hadn’t said anything, “m sorry.” His voice was shaky and you squeezed him harder, “oh Ryomen.” You sat there holding both of them until One of them fell asleep. Yuji walked beside you while you carried his mini dad, this was the only time you’d ever be able to carry him without his soul crushing weight. Yuji ran off to his room. When you made it inside, you took Sukuna to your shared room, laying him on the bed. Brushing his hair back carefully, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I love you Ryo, none of this was your fault, you shouldn’t have to carry burdens that aren’t yours.” Pulling the blanket over him you sat down, you saw his eyes barely open before he fell asleep again.
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“Y/n…” it was the soft call of your name that woke you up.
Yuji was sitting in your lap holding on to you. You back was stiff and your neck popped when you tried to stretch.
“Hm,” you didn’t bother trying to open your eyes. “Woman,” you sat up trying to rub your eyes and not let your sleeping Yuji fall, “Ryomen?” There he was in his full frontal glory that made you do a double take before looking up at him, “Where’s your clothes???”
He ignored your question, taking your face in one of his hands, he leaned in closer and you were going to kiss him until he ghosted your lips and pressed a rare soft kiss to your forehead, “There is no doubt you are a fine mother.”
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melanieph321 · 9 months
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Ruben Dias x Reader - His Bride
What can I say, he cute 🤭
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Summary - Reader gets ready for her wedding day.
Enjoy!
"We have a problem..." Your maid of honor, a.k.a Rubens sister, said. She entered your dressing room just as you were putting the finishing touches to your hair.
"What is it?" You said, turning in your chair.
"We can't find your bouquet. We've looked everywhere."
You shook your head and smiled. "Can't we just make a new one out of all the decoration flowers we have?"
"Make a new one?" Rubens sister gasped. "You can't just make a new bouquet. Do you know how long it took me to make the arrangements for the decore to match the design of your dress?"
"I'm sure it took a lot of your time, which I thank you for putting in. But I'm sure any arrangement of flowers will do for me. I mean I'm marrying your brother not the flowers."
"I suppose." She didn't look happy, but left you to finish putting pins into your hair.
Who would have known that weddings would be so demanding, you thought. Your parents were never married and so you had absolutly no one to prepare you for this moment. This was a shame, but Rubens family really insisted on you to have a traditional wedding in a church, paying for the whole thing themselves. Really, it was more their wedding than yours. You were merely a fly on the wall on your own wedding day, the day that was supposed to mean the most to you.
A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.
"Come in!"
You were not ready for it to be Ruben who entered the room.
"Ruben, what are you doing in here?"
"I just wanted to check on you." He said, straightening his tie. He looked so handsome in his grooms attire.
"I don't think you're supposed to see me before the ceremony. It's bad luck."
"Well my sister keeps telling everyone that you've lost your mind, so excuse me for worrying about my wife."
"To be." You chuckled.
"What?" He approached you were you sat, planting a kiss on top of your head.
"You called me your wife, but I'm still your wife to be."
He smiled. "Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Well I guess I can't wait for you to be my wife."
"You sure about that? Even though I've lost my mind?"
Ruben caught the glimpse in your eye. "Weddings can get a little crazy huh?"
"I dunno, it's my first one." You turned back to the mirror. Ruben got behind you, helping to put the last pins into your hair. "You mean this is your first wedding as the bride?"
You shrugged. "And my first time attending one."
"You've never been to a traditional wedding before?"
"I'm not even sure I knew anyone that was married where I came from." You came from a broken home in a society equally as broken. Your family never had much money when you were growing up, but you learned to appreciate the little you had along with the people you had around you that cared and loved you. Meeting and falling in love with someone like Ruben equaled an introduction to a brand new world, a world you sometimes didn't feel like you belong to.
"You still want to marry me though, right?" Ruben asked you this, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
You smiled. "There's no doubt in my mind." 
He sighed in relief, his hands grabbing your face to tilt your head backwards. Even the chair tipped as he brought you back to kiss your lips. The kiss didn't last long however. The door flung open with Ruben's sister in shock of what she was seeing.
"Out, out, out!" She shouted, chasing her own brother away from his bride to be.
"For the love of God, can't you two just wait for the honeymoon? I...I mean you, have a wedding to go through with."
You chuckled as their bickering disappeared out of the room and down the stairs. You took one last look at your reflection in the mirror, nodding your head. "I'm ready for this,  I'm ready to be his bride."
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beta-therapy · 29 days
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Is there really such a thing as alpha and beta males?
The most basic fact about human society is that men compete with each other to find out which men are the very best (best in some deep, fundamental sense), and then women select those winners for reproduction.
This process, occurring over vast expanses of time, is the very thing that separated us evolutionarily from the chimps! Female chimps typically just mate with whichever male can get to her first.[1] The human-chimpanzee split was in large part caused by the tendency of females to reject potential mates and to exert strong sexual selection pressure onto males, so that not all males would get to reproduce, even if they could make it to a female.[2] This led to us evolving a larger brain, the ability to use tools, language, etc., because the neurological structures associated with this intelligence made it more likely for a male to be chosen by one or more females to pass his genetics on (it gave him a courtship advantage, in other words).[3]
Female sexual selection of males is likely the explanation for why we humans differ significantly from our last common ancestor with the chimps, but modern-day chimps are still nearly identical to this ancestor.[4]
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The hallmark of our species is competition among men, where the winners of the competition get selected by women to have their genetics passed on. This idea is embedded at the core of our perception. The devastating feeling of rejection by females, as a fundamental judgement from Nature against the suitability of our genetics for propagation. The crippling, crushing, confusing feeling of having been assigned to the “friendzone.”
“She is very sexually active, but just not with me, even though she knows me well. I guess I’m just not in the category of men she considers ‘sexual material.’”
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And consider for instance the very familiar situation of seeing a beautiful woman in public. As we move our eyes away to avoid staring, experience heightened alertness, and become slightly extra cautious to not make a fool of ourselves, the image of what we just saw lingers in the imagination for a minute. It can be correctly said that the powerful, captivating, vibrant experience that any man feels from having been in her presence—a force which we call beauty—is greater than anything human. Quite ironically, this nurturing, benevolent, innocent beauty is exactly the cruel, unforgiving force of Nature that selects. Woman demands that man (through a process you could call “competition,” or also more accurately call “productive endeavor”) bring forth his best leaders, those men with top-tier genetics, those men who are respected, competent leaders. Women select their sexual partners from this pool of “winners.” And what about all the other men who didn’t fare as well in the competition? Woman encourages their genetic lineage to end.
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Every time we witness feminine beauty, we are reminded of this stark duality to our existence. Woman is so beautiful, yet represents a reality that is so cruel. In the same way that nature is breathtakingly gorgeous, but displays no mercy when it comes to wreaking havoc, especially on the weakest among us. In fact, the first thing humanity seeks is shelter to protect us from nature!
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So to answer the question posed in the title, it sure would be nice if all of us were judged equally by Woman. It sure would be nice if finding a sexual partner was just a simple matter of finding someone who has similar hobbies, matches your personality, etc. It sure would be nice if our nature was characterized by the principle of “standing up for the little guy,” so that every man is loved by Woman, regardless of his socioeconomic status, power, genetics, respect, influence, social status, intelligence, articulateness, competence, and regardless of whether he’s a “winner” or a “loser.”
But to pretend like nature is purely benevolent and all this is true is to live in delusion, and nothing good can possibly come from that. The only choice we have is to live in Truth. Woman, like Nature, is arbitrary, unpredictable, chaotic, selective, beautiful, and infinitely more powerful than you are. The alpha/beta dichotomy of men is a fundamental reality that is rooted deep in our biology and persistent beyond belief. It manifests itself in every place we interact with the world. It’s not fair. It’s cruel. But it’s the Truth, so we best look it in the eye and confront it forthrightly instead of hiding from it because it’s scary. We will always operate within the laws of nature whether we like it or not.
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Matsumoto-Oda, A. Female choice in the opportunistic mating of wild chimpanzees (Pan troglodytes schweinfurthii) at Mahale. Behav Ecol Sociobiol 46, 258–266 (1999).
Dixson, Alan F. Sexual selection and the origins of human mating systems. Oxford University Press, USA, 2009.
Ryan, Michael J. "Darwin, sexual selection, and the brain." Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences 118.8 (2021): e2008194118.
Ebersberger, Ingo, et al. “Genomewide comparison of DNA sequences between humans and chimpanzees.” The American Journal of Human Genetics 70.6 (2002): 1490-1497.
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didishawn · 1 year
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do u have more Pedri x Ferran x Reader??🤭🤭🤭
Post match (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut
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Warnings: threesome, smut, shower sex on a public place, lots of Spanish
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The dressing room has long since emptied, yet the space is not quiet with the shower running on the background and the sound of skin slapping against each other.
Kisses are placed all over your body, your mind is hazy even if you have only just started.
Ferran's hands have a strong hold on your hips, moving you along his cock as he pleases, your own hands are around Pedri's cock, moving up and down, your lips on his abs calming him down from the extasis his mind is in, his moans loud and deep.
"Date prisa que me quiero venir dentro de ella" he tells the Valencian, who scoffs. (be quick, I want to cum inside her)
"Se te escucha un poco desesperado, Pepi, ¿no estarás ya a punto de correrte?" (you sound a bit desperate, Pepi, are you about to cum?)
"Lo dices como si tú no estuvieras igual, puedo ver como tiemblas desde acá" (you say that as if you are not the same, I can see how you tremble from here)
Ferran smiles, he cannot really deny the accusations as you orgasm around him, pushing him too over the edge, biting into your shoulder to contain the loud moan that escapes him. He gives few more thrusts, making sure none of his cum escapes your insides.
"Venga, quita, que me toca a mi" (come on, stay out of my way, it's my turn)
The Valencian rolls his eyes at his best friend's demands, rasing his arms and letting your insides, you moan when Pedri doesn't wait a second to slam into you.
Ferran takes your hands into his supporting you as you tremble from the overstimulation, your sounds are loud, hight pitched, breathless as you kiss him, one hand massaging his body, the other reaching back to push against the other boy's hips, trying to slow him down. He is far too gone to pay attention to your pleads, there are marks from his hands on your hips, your ass is red, he doesn't fumble, leaning down his mouth against your ear, groaning loudly, whispering the filthiest for you to hear.
"Te gusta, ¿no? Que te follemos aquí cuando cualquiera podría entrar y adivinar que está pasando. Quieres que todos se enteren de la puta en la que te conviertes solo para nosotros" (you like this right? That we fuck you here when anyone could enter and guess what is going on. You want everyone to know how much of a whore you are for us only)
You can only nod in midst of the inmense pleasure given to you, Ferran cupping your cheeks to calm you down from the intense, rough, hard thrusts, the Canarian boy is unstoppable as he fucks you, the other leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips on yours to quiten you down.
The hold that Pedri has on your hips tightens, and you now he is close, more frequent noises leave his mouth. He suddenly pushes you off, indicating Ferran to put you in your knees.
You are face to face with his cock, watch a she jerks himself off, you lean forward, placing little kisses on his tip, then licking, one of your hands reaches to stimulate his heavy balls, his head falls back, chest heaving up and down, Ferran holds your hair off your face with one hand, the other reaches down in between your legs, tight, fast circles on your clit making you quickly cum at the same time Pedri cums, your face stained with the white substance.
The three of you rest for a moment, all three breathless as you stand under the cold water. Ferran closes the water, Pedri meanwhile picking you up, your legs surrounding his waist as he walks out from the shower.
They dress you in between the two, knowing your legs to be trembling and you to be sleepy. Ferran carries you to the car, luckily there are only few paparazzi left that you manage to skip, he buckles you up and sits on the back, Pedri drives, his hand on your thigh.
The car stops on a red light, the midfielder turns to you with a grin.
"Aprovecha a descansar ahora, cariño, que todavía hay mucha noche por delante" (take the chance to rest now, darling, that there is still a long night awaiting you)
You roll your eyes yet get comfortable, you know your boys are not easily satisfied, and you don't have any complaints. Who are you to deny them such a pleasure after doing so good?
Your two talented boys who don't let you sleep until the early morning hours.
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absolutelyinlove · 1 year
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just really fascinating how hannah is never allowed to team with the people she asks for and she gets asked to sit out events more often than men who avg top 10 to make it “easier to balance the teams” but she’s only played in 4 events (3 canon) and has an avg placement of 15th. really fascinating how whenever scott has a player he needs to “nerf” he uses low-ranking women and afab participants as fodder instead of putting them on teams where they’ll actually get a chance to improve and feel like they stand a chance. Really fascinating how when there’s a woman or afab participant who is too consistently good at the game to be used as a “nerf” teammate suddenly she’s just way too hard to balance so she’s left on the waitlist for 2 years and then even after getting into the event she can’t be expected to play every event she signs up for. surely it’s all just a coincidence! really really fascinating how hannah has spoken multiple times about how horrifically she’s treated by the mcc community just for. being a woman who is competitive and dares to care about her individual performance and tina openly talked about how demotivating it felt to be put on 10th-place-expected teams every time she signed up instead of ever having a chance to improve. and how the community REFUSED to hold jojo to the same standards as equally-well-performing men and demanded she prove herself a million times over before being allowed to be put in the same category as her male peers. but the people in charge who have the power to fix all of this see no issue with the way teams are constructed whatsoever. surely there’s no pattern!
a “for fun event” but one single participant has full control over who is and isn’t allowed to play and who is and isn’t allowed to be with the people they request to team with and instead of focusing on creating evenly matched teams the priority is ensuring no one wins TOO much. because god forbid the event be predictable. if only that was already possible because (most of) the games are already designed to prioritize a variety of different skills and therefore theoretically any given team could always win/lose. if only that was the entire point of a competitive tournament. if only someone involved would point out what an unnecessary waste of energy and cause for needless discourse and toxicity it is to make “team balancing” your end-all-be-all priority so that any and all criticism would stop being brushed off as “people complaining on twitter”. but i guess we’re just supposed to pretend all of this is necessary to keep the event “fun”. right
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delphinus-dancer · 5 months
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A deep dive into a swan lake and flipping the (metaphorical, sadly) bird:
A Mihaly-centric view of JD 2024 story mode
(because they’re my favorite and I’ve thought about this way too much over the past few days weeks) Spoilers for JD 24 in the almost-essay under the cut, including some images!
Starting off with Mihaly’s first appearance in the story mode in Canned Heat, it seems like not too much time has passed since the end of jd23- Sara seems to be at the same party, Jack still at the tower, etc. (how Brezziana got to the beach that fast and had a workout class is something I’m going to guess was preplanned before everything went down).
We can assume this would be the first time Mihaly’s come back to their room since then (which makes the idea of Wanderlust FaceTiming everyone like 5 minutes after they left even funnier). Of course there’s the shot of Mihaly ripping the poster off the wall, which probably puts their feelings into words better than anything else within an E10 rating. <Side note: I don’t know much on lore but does the setting mean there’s a chance they’re from Eternyx? Both maps started in dark crowd/nighttime so wasn’t sure if confirmed or not>
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While Sara has the spot pretty much clinched for a Night Swan’s foil, Mihaly is a really close second. This shot literally puts it into perspective- Mihaly’s color scheme has as many color elements of Master Panda’s (shirt/jacket/foot wraps) as it does Night Swan’s (hair-that-perfectly-matches-the-poster/ gold of headphones and glasses/pants). Their dance style also overlaps moreso with hers than the other dancers, with the precision and technique of their moves, from the footwork and leaps of Rather Be to the dramatic powerful motions of their Swan Lake part. It’s pretty obvious who the song is directed to, and what makes the song so interesting compared to their last story mode one is how loose it feels. This is unlike their usual technical style because of the connection to Night Swan with the control demanded of certain moves that they’ve presumably mastered- maybe they were fueled by a desire to achieve her success. Regardless, the song and emotion fueled, less ‘perfect’ dance lets Mihaly basically flip the bird at Night Swan’s corrupted idea of perfection. Either way, it culminates in them achieving a new high in their training with channeling their ‘true’ inspiration of the (master) panda. Although they retain most of their same costume after sort of becoming a furry?, a noticeable change is that the black leggings are understandably switched to something looser- but to the navy color of master panda instead of Mihaly’s black.
What’s also interesting is that the specific point Night Swan interrupts Mihaly’s song isn’t at the beginning like Brezziana/Sara/Jack’s or the very end like Wanderlust, but at the climax of their journey for the song. Not only does this imply that she may have been watching the entire time but choose to interfere later, but she is also the only character to see the Panda form before Swan Lake.
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As Night Swan basically invades Mihaly’s //mind/headspace/flowspace?/no idea on the lore// they initially try to fight her off, but unlike Brezziana in her map, don’t fight until the end. Although Mihaly themselves wasn’t being corrupted like the background coaches in Brezziana’s map, they still let themselves, in a sense, lose a more internal battle to Night Swan as they leave the metaphorical and literal height of their understanding and power in the Flow and come back to the real world.
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This then takes us straight into Swan Lake, which is really interesting for the Night Swan/Mihaly interactions and how they compare to the other dancers. Although from a format standpoint it makes sense for the movements in the bridge to be different, there are more differences too.
A big one that I only realized once I watched Majesty again is how the other swan soldiers/minions were turned back- and that was mainly by doing the same moves to ultimately come together and bring the dancers back. Here it’s the opposite for effectiveness- what causes Wanderlust and Brezziana to fail is that they think that’s how to stop Sara. Sara matches the moves in a way that <well> matches, if not surpasses the power that they put in. As a result of meeting them head on and assuming control, Sarah actively corrupts the two of them. She makes motions to bring in the smoke, and both of them also are stationary/surrendering as their color drains.
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When it gets to Mihaly, the dynamic with Sara changes completely. While Sara starts off watching with the same expression as when the others challenged her, it shifts as she realizes she can’t emulate what Mihaly does, with the movements almost like Night Swan’s-dramatic and slower. It comes to a head when Mihaly channels the panda again and visibly knocks Sara back, so she’s unable to push any of the smoke towards them.
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Sara’s expression also becomes noticeably softer for the rest of Mihaly’s part, and she doesn’t reassert that dominance/control she had earlier- with dancing or the smoke. See how she looks almost pensive in the photos above/below, especially compared to the earlier parts.
Speaking of the smoke, this is the key part about Night Swan seeing the panda earlier. She knows it exists and how to force it off after the earlier song, and as Sara is incapacitated/distracted, she presumably sends down the smoke that starts attacking Mihaly in Panda form.
This attack is why despite having a chance to get through to Sara, Mihaly still ends up failing as they return to normal. However, they are the only character to be so dynamic in their active corruption. Not only does Mihaly manage to send a signal out to Jack, which was a display of power never seen from them previously, but they also do it as they are actively losing their color and control. Unlike the other dances, Mihaly still moves as they lose control, possibly having the strength to continue to fight had they not realized that Night Swan was attacking alongside Sara.
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Although the signal is in the shape of a pawprint, its underlying meaning is more than just a plot device to send Jack on a wild goose chase (pun intended that I couldn’t pass up). With the way it opens to form a window into the location from such a distance, it almost seems to be a step away from a full fledged portal. With the sudden appearance of a new power, it’s also an interesting parallel to Night Swan, who here uses powers to create a unique form of control that wasn’t seen in the previous game and who regularly uses portals with her magic.
Another note is the lights that appear for each of the dancers in the upper left corner during the song as they take on Sara. While Brezziana and Wanderlust’s fade out a few moves before they fall, Mihaly’s still goes strong even as they completely turn grey, as seen the the photos above. This could be a possible indication to them having a more stable power than the other dancers, or a form of magic more comparable/competitive with Night Swan’s. Also to note about the lights: looking on the floor during the song, the diamonds flash 3 colors: hot pink (Night Swan), a deep green (Sara, especially while corrupted- her original outfit but darker), and a teal (the exact same color as Mihaly’s flow energy). Like everything else, this is a stretch, but it could possibly mean that Night Swan’s control and magic background could have stemmed from a pure form of flow like Mihaly practices.
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This could also be a factor in why they retain the most of their original outfit in the corrupted design- possibly a form of resistance like they displayed during swan lake or general flow magic? Notice that while they have significant changes to their robe/face/accessories, their feather motifs are much less pronounced than the others, simply appearing as marks on the robe that can be mistaken for stripes, rather than overt feathers like Wanderlust/Sara or Sara/Brezziana’s feather tights. Unlike the others, Mihaly keeps their leggings exactly the same (which were notably lost in the panda form, as mentioned earlier), and interestingly enough, their wraps. I initially thought that Night Swan would have changed that to something like ballet slippers with ribbons, so I think it’s really interesting that they are the only dancer who had any details remain exactly the same, especially one that had unique opportunities to be changed.
Going off of that, since they were the last to turn and have (some?) control over their outfit and (some?) magic that may be similar to Night Swan, I could see them being the first/easiest coach for Jack or someone else to turn back when he (hopefully) takes on the coaches.
One last note is the number of maps per story mode coach at this point. Counting Stronger /Survivor, and Treasure/Lose Yourself (hopefully coming soon after that ending!), that seems to be setting a trend for the other coaches to potentially have an additional map as well. If so, maybe that would be one where Mihaly could individually be freed, or a chance for them to further explore their rapidly developing powers (maybe in a confrontation with Night Swan?? a girl can dream).
And there y’all have it! Thank you for somehow reading to the end!! Happy dancing!!
this took forever oh my god
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okkalo · 11 months
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Hihi!
First of all, love your writing,
Second of all, I hope you’re day is going well!
And third of all, I have a request! I read your work for Bachira and was wondering if you could do some Bachira x reader sleepover headcanons, I just think he’d totally be the face masks and pillow forts type of guy ngl. As of length, do whichever you feel up to writing :>
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hi 🪻 anon! this is such a cute request jsjdke bachira is definitely a sucker for sleepovers!! and thank you for the kind words! my day has been ok but i hope yours is going good as well!
character: bachira
sleepover!
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- this man is a MENACE at sleepovers
- he is the guy that keeps everyone awake
- but this guy is also your boyfriend so i guess you’re used to it
- he was so excited when you said yes to his sleepover idea
- literally jumps on you as soon as you arrive at his house and smothers you in kisses to share his joy
- his mom LOVES to see you btw
- you can literally spend hours just talking to her she’s so nice and loves talking to you
- if it weren’t for bachira impatiently waiting for you to finish your conversation you would’ve talked to her the whole time (bachira usually joins but was way too excited this time)
- tackles you to his bed to give you more kisses
“meguru! calm down,” you tried to push him off of you, though he dodged your attempts. thankfully, he stopped with his wet kisses to hover over you, yellow eyes piercing into your own.
“let’s make a pillow fort!” he exclaimed, jumping off of you to start gathering the materials.
- he’s so random help
- but anyways you guys start gathering pillow
- and bro’s mischievous side comes out and he literally just chucks one at you
- you glare at him? he’s acting innocent
- in fact he even points at his stuffed animal sitting on the bed, acting like the stuffed animal threw it (you have one just like it, he bought them so he could have matching plushies with you <3)
- so, you did the right thing and threw a pillow right back at him
- has the audacity to look betrayed
- and that’s when the pillow fight began.
- you ended up knocking his pillow out of his hands so he was defenseless
- and instead of giving in he literally just tackles you
- and starts tickling you.
“wait—meguru please! s-stop!” you struggled with your breaths, trying your hardest to wiggle out of his grasp. he makes sure to keep you down, enjoying the sound of your laughter ringing out.
“say you love me!” he at least stops tickling so you can gather your breath to give him the reply he so wanted to hear.
“i love you, meguru,” you make sure to look him in the eye as you state it. it didn’t help your case though, instead he started tickling you again. “what!? i-i did wh-at you said!”
“now say you love me to the moon and back!” you could only roll your eyes at his antics, glad he stopped tickling you again. you were much smarter this time, slipping your fingers through his so his hands were now occupied.
“i love you to the moon and back!” you sealed your statement off with a kiss, making sure to distract him from the tickle fight. thankfully, it worked.
- after you both separated from your kiss he looked at you, a soft smile on his face.
- “i love you too!”
- you two finished your fort not long after, feeling proud of your shared build.
- it was after you both had time to rest when you brought up face masks
- his eyes lit up
- “do you have the bubble one?”
- you gave him a smile as you nod your head
- he loves bubble masks and i stand by this statement.
- he helps you put yours on, making sure to give your cheeks kisses before doing so
- you both decided to watch a movie while waiting for your masks to be done
- he throws popcorn at you for no reason whatsoever.
- once your masks were done he helped you take your off
- he demands to be the one to rinse your face off
- makes an absolute mess when he does though. water EVERYWHERE
- is so gentle when rubbing your face with water though so it’s okay
- beware he will bite your cheek once done though
- expects you to rinse his face too!
- you both finish and decide to go back to your fort and watch the rest of the movie
- cuddles are definitely involved
- you probably fall asleep before the movie ends though
- he actually lets you fall asleep and is cautious not to wake you up as he turns the movie off
“love you lots, y/n,” he whispers before planting a kiss on your forehead, snuggling into you to fall asleep as well.
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unedited thanks for reading!
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aphroditesmoon · 1 year
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be sweet to me
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tess servopoulos x sunshine!reader
summary; tess meets an unlikely match from her runback from bill and franks's.
warnings: mentions of robbery and violence.
a/n: not really making this a series but more of concepts? would u guys like that? like more hcs and oneshots of tess x sunshine!reader?
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You were quite sure no one saw you, so quite sure. Until the woman is holding a gun againts the back of your head, demanding you to get up.
She had you againts the wall, back facing her before making you drop your backpack.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" She asked mockingly. Though all you heard was the compliment. "You think I'm pretty- ah stop-" You yelped as she pushed you head back to the wall.
"I think you're stupid." She confirms. "Now answer the question."
"I'm a smuggler." You say bluntly. She frowns at your at ease demeanor. "Really?" She drawls. Your head snaps back towards her in a glare despite being held againts your permission. "I smuggle essentials you won't be able to compare with you second grade melatonin and cocaine." You snapped.
You expected her to smash your head on the wall or something, so when she laughs, you actually flinch in her grip.
When her laughter quiet downs, she eyes you with more curiosity than cross, her hold on you loosening. "You have medicine?" She asks.
Of course she'd ask that, you did brag about your smuggling. "Uh no." She frowns again.
"Toiletries?" She guessed. "Nope, sorry."
She sighs and let's go of you fully pushing you away slightly. "From the way you're talking I would've thought you'd have the damn cure for this shitshow yourself, but not even pads?" She sounded amused more than irritated, and you're starting to wonder why she doesn't just push you off and leave, now absolutely knowing you're harmless.
You should feel dumb, but being stupid is your permanent position in this world. So you smile at her as your eyes sparkles. "No pads, unfortunately, though I do have my own pack. But I promise what I have is much better than an infected cure."
Silence fills the gap between the two of you before she sighs again and nods her head towards you, signaling to continue.
Immediately you reach for you thrown bag pack, unzipping it and pulling out the warm, paper wrapped chicken sandwich, holding in like a baby in your arms before you slowly walk towards her, nudging it into her hands.
She was quiet for a second, hesitating to take it at first. But when the smell hits her nose and her hands holds it, you swore you heard her moan.
Immediately, her fingers move to unpack it, and without a second to think, she shoves the fresh sandwich into her mouth, and groans in happiness when the first bite hits.
"Jwezus-" She munches. You wait for her to swallow the first big bite. "How much do you want for this?"
Your eyes widen, taken aback. "Oh- well, I don't know? You're actually the first person to ask today, the others mostly just rob me." You replied jokingly, though the both of you knew you were telling the truth.
The way she's tapping her feet, you could tell you're making her impatient, so you drill yourself to have courage.
"I um- maybe, 5 ration cards?" You say slowly, drawing the words, making them sound more like a questions.
Her eyes widen in disbelief. "5? That's all?" She asks in disbelief. "You're really trying to die out here aren't you?" She shakes her head and you actually feel ashamed at her statement.
God knows even an apocalypse couldn't push you to grow some balls.
"Well-" You started, then immediately retreated to silence. She cocks her head at you and raise a brow, so you brave yourself again.
"I'm honestly in need of a place to stay, so far I keep getting raided most places I go, and these sandwiches can't make themselves from grass I mean-" You gave a nervous laugh, but she sees in your eyes you're so terrified you might actually start crying from the confession.
Life really hadn't been easy. But of course, after all the shit and people who've been messing with you, being nice to a beautiful scary lady is the only option your unarmed and unprepared self have instead of actually holding your own.
Being hit is better than being killed is what you've learned so far, especially when you don't even have a gun.
Her eyes turns softer and she gives a nod of understanding, finally seeing the odds.
You wait nervously for an answer, but she does provide one, only bending down to pick up your bag pack from the ground to sling it by her shoulders before starting to walk away from you.
She's robbing you, you thought.
Until a few steps away, she halts in her movement to turn around to look at you with a confusedly expression. "Well, ya coming or not? I can't eat all this meat myself can I?"
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Ink Part 2 (Christian Cage x Fem!Reader)
I promised I was only going to write one shots but here we are
Part one here
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October 30th 2000 Monday Night Raw
You climbed out of the limo just after Christian, grinning at Kurt Angle as Adam chattered about ‘living in luxury”. All of you had the night off, thanks to Stephanie. Speaking of which, she was sniffling away behind you. She clearly had a nasty flu but was determined to stick around to help out Kurt. You linked your arm in hers as you followed the boys to her locker room where you were going to set up Adam’s ‘party’.
“You sure you don’t want to go back to the hotel hun? That cough sounds awful” You asked sympathetically. Her eyes were red and puffy as she shook her head at you.
“I want to be here for the cage match” She sniffled. You knew better than to try and argue with her.
Once you had decorated Stephs locker room, you sat yourself on Christian’s lap. His arms quickly circled around your waist to pull you against his chest and he gave you a gentle kiss on your shoulder. Kurt paid you both no attention as he was far too preoccupied with Steph curled up on the chair opposite but Adam let out a huff of displeasure.
“Can you two quit it for one day? As a birthday present?” He whined. You knew he wasn’t actually upset about it. It wasn’t like he was sleeping alone at night either.
“Got to keep my girl happy, don’t want to die old and alone like you” Christian teased earning a shove from the other man.
“Alright boys, play nicely” You sighed playfully. You reached down to grab the presents you and Christian had hastily wrapped this morning.
“These are for you, birthday boy” You grinned.
Considering it was a shirt that both of them were given for free, he seemed pretty happy with it. You leant over to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek when he thanked you. Christian huffed and demanded one too, like you’d ever deny him a kiss.
Hunter stormed into the room soon after, probably to check on his wife. As much as the boys tried to keep the energy going, everyone else was clearly having none of it. When they found the streamers and kazoo, it was no surprise that you were all kicked out.
Adam disappeared to meet a friend, you guessed he was getting a ‘present’ from one of the girls. You and Christian had found a quiet corner away from everyone else. You were perched on a table with him sitting on a metal chair between your legs as you played with his long blonde hair.
“You really think we’ll grow old together?” You asked quietly. He looked up at you with those blue eyes that always made you melt and smiled softly.
“Of course I do, your stuck with me for the long run now babe” He replied.
2023 AEW: Dynamite
You wished you could say you didn’t think about Christian often but you’d be lying. Sure, it had been a good few years since he had walked out of your home. He had left you in tears with barely a glance back. You had even tried to warn Jack when they started working together but then you were framed as the jealous ex. You wonder what Jack thought of you now. Adam joining the company had been refreshing, he had always been a good friend to you regardless of Christian. Now you suppose he’s seeing the side of Christian that broke your heart.
You were stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to the stage. Adam practically jumped down the stairs, still running high on the adrenaline. He greeted you with a, harder than intended, pat on the back. You walked him back to his locker room, making comfortable conversation the whole way. He stopped just before his door and checked there was no one else in the hallway.
“So, how’re you doing? It can’t be easy seeing.. him every week” Adam said quietly. You had been dreading this conversation with him. He knew everything that that happened between you and Christian.
“It’s fine. He’s preoccupied, hasn’t actually came near me yet” You shrugged. You felt yourself getting self-conscious. It wasn’t unusual in a company with so many people in it to not speak to everyone all the time. But you both had been here for a year or two now. Adam raised an eyebrow at you suspiciously.
“Suppose that’s better than him harassing you as well. Maybe someone’s had a word with him” He mused. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug, promising that him and Beth would have you over for dinner soon. Then he disappeared into his locker room leaving you to wander around by yourself.
You decided there wasn’t much else you were needed for so you shot Tony a quick text before heading for your car. You saw Nick and Killswitch crowding the car parked next to yours and silently cursed fate. You smiled politely at them as you passed. As you rounded your car to get in, you were met with Christian. His phone was pressed to his ear, he must have tried to get some privacy behind your car. He mumbled goodbye and shoved it in his pocket. There was a moment of awkward silence before you went to the car door.
“Leaving early?” He asked. You willed yourself to just get in your car and drive away, it’s what he would do. You just didn’t have it in you.
“Yeah, Adam’s finished his segment. No one else to hang around for” You shrugged. He hummed in response and the awkward silence fell again.
“How’s your back feeling?” He asked. You wanted to roll your eyes, of course he wanted to know. He’d probably rub it in your face for weeks that you were the only one that couldn’t heal up to come back.
“Hurts when I stand up too long, so if you don’t mind” You gestured to your car. His eyes flashed with hurt at your dismissal but he stepped back to let you get in.
“See you around” He muttered as you slammed the door shut.
Once he was out of sight again, you ran your fingers over his name tattooed on your shoulder. You had thought about getting in removed so many times over the years, now you were cursing yourself for never going through with it. His marks were still all over you, physical or not.
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Bones and Bullet
3: You've Really Got to Learn to Fight Offense
CW: knife mention, drug use mention, combat violence, blood and injury, swearing, needle mention, drugging mention, gun.
Word Count: 3k
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Chapter Three
It took Shadow a minute to remember where he was. The faces of the posters on the walls were stuck with knives, from in-bed target practice he guessed. There were more clothes on the floor than hanging in the closet, and there was something under the pillow. He pulled it out and for a moment didn't process what he was seeing.
“I fucking knew it,” he muttered as he stared at the well-worn, faded band shirt. He got up, now wide awake and armed with the shirt, mentally practicing how he'd confront Veronica about it. He went to find her, not expecting to get the air knocked out of him as soon as he rounded the corner into her living room.
He landed on his back, wheezing as he caught his breath. Veronica had been waiting in ambush to tackle him and his annoyance about the shirt flared up into full-blown anger.
“What the fuck Veronica?” he managed, glaring up into blue eyes that were already drilling into him. He briefly thought that this was the closest they'd been in years as she straddled his waist and pinned his arms above his head, her lips pulled into a snarl.
"The fuck yourself, asshole, why do you have F?" She growled.
The drugs. Of course she was mad about that, and he couldn't blame her.
“Oh shit,” he said, and that apparently wasn't the right answer because she grabbed the collar of his shirt and balled it up in her fist, tightening it around his neck. “It's not what you think,” he said, shoving her off and wrestling free, jumping to his feet at the same time she did. He held out one hand towards her, as if that would hold her off, his other one still holding the shirt he'd found in her room.
“What is it then?” she demanded, her face flushed and her chest heaving with the furious breaths she was taking. Her eyes darted to his other hand, the one clasping the shirt, and the redness in her cheeks flooded down her neck all the way to her collarbone. “Why do you have that? Did you go through my shit?!” She lunged for it but he held it behind him as he fended her off.
“You fucking went through my shit!” Shadow shot back. “Don't-be-fucking-hippocratic-” he spat out, struggling to keep the shirt away from her.
“It's a different shirt!” Her words were matched by a shove, a hard one that knocked him back against the wall. "And it's hypocrite, moron."
"Bullshit it's a different shirt!" Shadow's voice squeaked with indignation as he tossed the shirt into the corner. He mirrored her fighting stance. He didn't want to fight Veronica, but if that's what she wanted then he had a better chance of stopping an avalanche than talking her out of it
“You're here to kill me, just admit it,” Veronica growled, backing towards her kitchen. Shadow watched her hands, which were braced in front of her like a boxer.
"That doesn't make any sense," Shadow snapped back, eyes twitching with irritation as she changed the subject. “If I was going to kill you, I sure as hell wouldn't do it like this.”
“You never were very smart.”
Shadow guessed she was going for the nearest empty vodka bottle on her counter before she did, ducking as it came sailing his way. It smashed into the wall behind him, pelting the back of his legs with shards of glass.
"Damn it, Veronica!" She was in a foul mood, but still, that would have hurt.
He dodged the dish she threw next and got closer to keep her from grabbing something else. He didn't make it in time to stop her from snatching up a mug, but he did knock it out of her hand to interrupt her from throwing it. She kicked it right back up with her boot before it hit the floor and caught it.
She was so fast, she'd always been fast. When it wasn't aimed at him, it was fascinating to watch. She'd clearly kept her skills up since he'd seen her last, and he barely caught her arm as she swung at him, mug in hand. She twisted it free and kicked him in the stomach, staggering him as a wind up to the punch she aimed at his face.
He felt a sting and touched his cheekbone, pulling his hand back to see blood on his fingers. It wasn't bad, he'd certainly lived through worse, but his stomach sank anyway. Then it knotted with anger as he met her gaze again, giving up on the idea of settling this peacefully. She'd always been a better fighter than him, but he was mad enough not to care as he swung his leg to kick her in the side. Still, he hesitated enough that she caught and yanked his ankle around, using his own momentum to throw him to the floor.
"Stop lying to me!" Her voice so angry it shook as she stood above him, her fists tight and white-knuckled at her sides as her nostrils flared with every breath. She wasn't fishing for the truth, but Shadow gave it to her anyway.
“I'm not lying, stupid.” Shadow scooted back and rolled to his feet, raising his fists defensively and circling as she did.
“You're here to kill me for a million dollars.”
She must still hate him. That was the only way her reaction made any sense. She hated him and assumed he hated her too. And maybe he did, he certainly wasn't too fond of her right now, but he'd never kill her over it. Unlike her, he actually thought their friendship had meant something.
“Are you fucking serious?” His voice shook, his body on fire from the rage in her eyes igniting his own like a trail of gunpowder between them. “For the last time, I'm not going to kill you, I'm here to warn you, you dick.”
“A million dollars is a lot of money, I'd take it if I were you.”
“Okay, fuck you for real actually.”
“Then why do you have Chem F?!” Her screech pierced his ears and briefly took him back to the cafeteria of their childhoods, to the time they served her Brussel sprouts instead of pizza because of some other act of rebellion, he couldn't remember which one, there had been a lot.
“That's none of your business.” But Shadow knew that answer wouldn't satisfy her. She hated needles, she hated syringes, and she hated what flowed through them the most, she always had. He should have known better than to have the sedative anywhere near her, but he hadn't expected her to go through his things.
“It is my fucking business if it's for me!” Veronica could feel a pressure, a heat, in her chest that she was all too intimately familiar with. It would escape somehow, like steam out of a kettle, and she'd never tried to contain it before and wasn't going to start now.
“It's Not. For. You.”
Veronica's teeth ached and her jaw twinged as she clenched it too hard. The couple of drinks in her system did little to quell the flashes of memory that little silver vial had conjured. Shadow's face didn't help either. Neither did his voice or the heat in his eyes as he met her stare down.
She responded by swinging, feeling the kettle boil over and blanch her insides, forcing the searing pain out in the form of a swinging punch towards his face.
Shadow did his best to block but he knew that wasn't enough. She liked fighting and had always been better at it than him. She fought like time was slower for her and was fueled by a rage against the world that he didn't share. He blocked the first punch, but missed the second one that landed in his ribs. He bit back a whine, thinking that she surely wouldn't break a bone, even as mad as she was, they had a code. But it definitely was going to bruise, code or no. He shook it off, dodging her next attack by jumping over her coffee table to get away. Veronica growled as she followed, knocking over the bottle of vodka that was still there.
She got too close while swinging for his face again and he caught her wrist, spinning her around to pin it behind her back, forgetting to lean away as she swung her head back, catching him in the mouth and filling it with the taste of iron from his now-split lip.
"Ow!" he sputtered, wrenching her arm up tighter in retaliation, though not high enough to do any damage.
"Hey!"
Veronica had clearly made up her mind about the syringe, and Shadow wasn't sure she'd believe the truth if he even got up the guts to tell her. Her swift and vicious stomp on his sneaker with her boot distracted him enough to let her break free from the hold. Before he had a chance to scramble away, she landed an elbow on his jaw as she spun back around to face him again. It ached immediately, but didn't feel broken, and that distracted Shadow more.
Veronica had been easily capable of breaking most bones in the human body since she was too young to drive, so why wasn't she hitting harder?
Shadow heard the sound of glass sliding on wood as she grabbed the ashtray from her coffee table and swung, sending ashes raining down into the already dingy carpet as she did. He ducked into a roll to get away, and it missed him, smashing against the wall instead of her target of his face.
He jumped back to his feet and realized she wasn't in front of him anymore.
"Shit."
Veronica's arm was well-muscled and tense against his neck as she jumped on his back, her thighs squeezing almost painfully tight as she anchored her legs around his waist, her elbow under his chin as she grabbed him in a choke hold. He stumbled back as he tried to pry her off, sucking in just enough air to stay conscious. His head spun as she clung to him like a stubborn monkey, smelling like and strawberry shampoo and cigarettes, her breath huffing hot against his ear.
He tried to tell her off but it came out as a squeaky whine. Giving up on trying to pry her arm away, he let himself fall backwards to the floor instead. She gasped as the air was knocked out of her, and her arm around his neck loosened just enough to let him slip free.
He grabbed her wrists as she fought to take a breath, pinning them to the floor.
"Can you stop?" he panted, exasperated, while she strained against him, her face flushed and her chest heaving deeply as she regained her ability to breathe. Her eyes were less like ice and more like blue flames as they burned up at him, and as mad as he was, he realized he'd missed that fire.
Veronica took in his face, his lips and nose bloodied from her head-butt, a red mark spreading across his jaw, his eyes, flashing a toxic green hazel at her, the color they always seemed to be when he was pissed off or otherwise especially passionate. His hands were callused much like hers, and were warm on the insides of her wrists. He didn't seem able to catch his breath either, and she wondered for a moment if he wasn't lying.
When Shadow lied, he didn't usually look so righteous.
“I'm not above kneeing you in the balls,” she threatened but she didn't. She was curious to see what he'd do, whether he'd confirm her suspicions or not.
“It's for me, okay? The serum. I... I use it, happy?” his voice broke as he said it, and Veronica felt the weight of his answer much heavier on her than his body was. The way he didn't break eye contact, and how his fingers shook as he gripped her wrists made it seem even more like he was telling the truth. “We were friends, Bones, I'd never do that to you,” he said, as if the fighting had pushed him into the past, where they'd used code names on missions together.
“We were coworkers,” Veronica said, trying to spit the words at him, but something had fizzled out and they fell flat instead. Still, Shadow's shoulders slumped, his face softening from the anger to something much worse.
“You know it was more than that,” he said, his voice as soft as cotton gauze, his face looking more earnest than she'd seen in a long time, his brows knit in worry. Veronica's heart pounded in her chest at the thought that he'd bring up exactly what “more” had been, but his hands relaxed on her arms instead and she yanked free. He looked defeated and utterly done with fighting and didn't try to stop her as she shoved him off.
Shadow avoided her gaze as she stood up and just sat there looking exhausted. She'd managed not to let go of the vial of Chem F the whole time, and was still gripping it tight enough that her knuckles were white, then red on top with a smear of blood.
“If you want me to go, I'll go," he said it so quietly that she almost didn't catch it.
Veronica didn't know what to say to that. She didn't know what she wanted, but she didn't think it was that. She wanted him not to be lying. He took her silence as confirmation, and stood up to grab his dufflebag.
It was more instinct than a conscious decision to pull her gun. As if her hands didn't trust him or the rest of the serum in his bag. He froze when he heard the unmistakable click, and Veronica knew she was crossing a line, but she wasn't prepared for the look on his face as he realized she was aiming at him.
Blood dripped down from his nose and cheekbone as his eyes searched hers with more confusion than fear, and something in Veronica gave up. She didn't want to kill him, even if he was here to do the same to her. It wasn't worth it, frankly, she didn't have enough of a reason to risk being wrong. And as much as she wished she didn't know him anymore, she'd seen that look before.
She hated that look.
Veronica swore under her breath and lowered her gun, sliding it back into its holster.
"Come on, stop bleeding on my floor," she said, let him follow her to the kitchen. She grabbed him a stack of mostly-clean fast food napkins and he held them to his nose while she found her first aid kit in one of the otherwise empty cupboards.
Shadow leaned against the counter as he watched Veronica retrieve the kit. The adrenaline still pumped wildly through his body, but it was hard to stay angry at her even though he wanted to. Her face was tightened with focus as she cleaned the cut on his cheek, then stuck a bandaid over it, and he barely winced as she dabbed at the cut on his lip with more hydrogen peroxide. He let his eyes close for a moment at the hypnotic sensation of her battle-hardened hands becoming tender. Something rushed in his chest as his heart refused to slow down. The nostalgia made him feel weak in the knees, and he wondered if she felt the same. She'd always been the one to stitch him up if he needed it in the field. Or splint his finger the time he broke it hitting a wall instead of the guy he meant to punch. Or to carefully clean his cuts, her lips pursed as she concentrated on it completely. The regret in her eyes as she forced herself to apply pressure to a wound, hard enough to make him cry out.
There was something about his blood on her hands that made him wonder if it was why he couldn't forget her, like some kind of blood pact between them in which she owned him.
Shadow swallowed hard and wondered if she heard his painful gulp. He'd thought the old feelings were dead, he'd hoped they were. He'd spent many sleepless nights trying so hard to hate her just to make the black hole of her absence ache less. If she'd ever felt the same, she hadn't shown it, and he reminded himself that she wasn't showing it now, even as she softly touched his hand to pull the french-fry grease-stained napkins away from his nose.
"How does it feel?" she asked, leaning back to squint at his nose and Shadow prayed that nothing he was thinking was evident on his face.
"It's fine," he answered, and she leaned in to look closer. There went his breath again. If she noticed him glance at her lips she didn't act like it.
She attentively pinched the bridge of his nose and wiggled.
"It's not broken," she said.
Veronica wanted to apologize, but those words had never come easily to her. Most words didn't. Things happened, and sometimes they were her fault and sometimes they were his. She thought they usually evened each other out, but she still hoped he could feel she was sorry while she methodically, diligently cleaned the blood away. His pale skin was still flushed from the fight, and his chest moved quick with his breaths, but she felt the same adrenaline still alight in her veins. Every nerve of her body stood on end as she ran her hands through his hair. She didn't think she'd hit his skull with anything, but when it came to first aid, it was best to be thorough. Shadow had already had more than enough traumatic brain injuries.
“Ronnie...” he whispered it, his voice cracking, and Veronica met his eyes to see why. When she saw something warm there beyond his lowered lids and long black eyelashes, something intense, she didn't look away.
Her head spun as his hand found hers and it spun more when his lips crashed into hers, realizing a moment too late that she'd leaned in just as recklessly as he had.
This was a bad idea, it had always been a bad idea. But sometimes bad ideas felt good and tasted a little like blood. It was a searching kiss, a trial kiss, and they broke apart for a split second to wonder what they were doing. Neither of them could think of an answer before they collided again, giving in to the gravity between them. Veronica grabbed his shirt as she pushed him against the counter, dazed by his warm hands on her face, then her waist, slipping up just under the hem of her shirt to grab her hips, his skin on hers electrifying.
Veronica knew it was adrenaline, but it had been a long time since someone had kissed her like he did. A little less than seven years in fact. Other bodies had been satisfactory, but Shadow was somehow more than that. He didn't shy away from intensity, and his whine was almost hungry as he pushed back against her, his turn to pin her against the counter as she wrapped her leg around his to try to get him closer.
Shadow knew it was more than just adrenaline, and though he'd never had a home, he imagined this is what it would feel like to come back to one. His heart raced and hammered painfully against his ribs as her hands dug into his hair, gripping it and pulling his lips tighter against hers. The cut on his bottom lip stung, but he kissed her anyway, the pain bringing the pleasure into focus as she dropped her hands to yank his hips against hers.
At some point first aid kit came crashing to the floor, contents spilling everywhere along with the rest of the hash browns, but neither of them noticed beyond the frenzy of hands and lips, soundtracked by quick panting breaths and the increasingly demanding, moan-bordering sighs.
“You've really got to learn to fight offense,” Veronica murmured as she grabbed the button on his jeans and tried to catch her breath for a moment.
“You're a better kisser than you used to be,” Shadow shot back, his voice as thick as hers. He tried and failed to not smirk against her lips when she huffed in annoyance and kissed him harder, for once trying to prove him right.
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Animation Night 163 - Yokohama Kaidishi Kikou
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Good evening everyone! It's time at last for Animation Night. And what do we have this week... did you guess an OVA from the 1990s? That's always a safe bet with me and sure enough that's what we have tonight: ヨコハマ買い出し紀行 Yokohama Kaidishi Kikou, or in English, Yokohama Shopping Log.
I'm going to keep my writeup tonight brief, because I am fully kvin's homework on this one and I think rather than paraphrase what he wrote, lemme link the article. Here is an introduction to the series...
Nearly 3 decades after it was first published, Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou remains the poster child of mono no aware works in otaku media. Vaguely set after a catastrophe that collapsed both the planet’s ecology and human civilization as we knew it, an event that the series has no intention to explain, YKK stars android Alpha as she runs the desolate café that her long-gone master entrusted her with. Her episodic adventures are all about the appreciation of the moment, often with an emphasis on the evocative environments she casually comes across; after all, author Hitoshi Ashinano was inspired to pen this work by his fondness of taking a stroll or riding a motorcycle without a specific goal. Despite being an ode to spontaneity, YKK is also a thoroughly focused work—and the recipient of that focus is the passage of time, as well as how different beings process the ephemerality of things.
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The manga is beautiful, and highly influential in establishing a certain genre of gentle post-apocalyptic works like Girl's Last Tour. But tonight we're here to see the OVAs, each of them just an hour, pulling out a selection of favourite episodes from the manga.
These two adaptations, despite coming just a few years apart, come at a point of major historical change: the first part is in the cel era, the second in digital.
For the first, we have director Takashi Anno, veteran of The Hakkenden (AN122) and magical girl anime such as Magical Emi. His characteristic direction style puts a huge emphasis on setting and atmosphere, lingering on quiet moments - something he truly ironed out in Semishigure, which returns to the protagonist of Magical Emi years after the events of the story. Which made him a perfect fit for Yokohama. kVin is full of praise for the colour design, the strength of the layouts, and especially the soundtrack.
The second OVA Quiet Country Café dir. Tomomi Mochizuki takes a radically different approach, skipping forward in the manga and introducing a boldly experimental style:
Though its color design can’t match the exquisite work of the preceding series, it makes up for it with the radically distinct art direction by the late legend Shichiro Kobayashi—best known for the likes of Utena, Gamba, Ashita no Joe 2, Castle of Cagliostro, Beautiful Dreamers, Windy Tales, and unarguably being one of the most important figures in the history of stylized Japanese animation. In contrast to the grounded scenery of the first OVA, Kobayashi’s evokes reality with stark forms, implications of movement, and downright expressionistic paintings. Compared to the gentle embrace of the first series, his work feels like it’s demanding your attention in a more proactive way.
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kVin describes the second episode's direction as characterised by more active and layered camerawork and a more 'involved' score - he's particularly taken with the sequence where Alpha returns to her café after the devastating storm that sets the OVA going. He compares it to Mochizuki's direction of the Ghibli film Ocean Waves.
So two approaches to the same material, two different vibes, but it sounds like both should be very strong. Tonight the plan is simple enough: we'll watch both OVAs back to back! (Apologies for the late start, as mentioned I've been having tech problems.)
AN 163 will be going live shortly at twitch.tv/canmom. Both OVAs are pretty short so we'll be watching from about 11pm to 1am UK time. love to see you there nya~
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fangbangerghoul · 1 month
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Snippet Sunday!
Thank you as always for the lovely tag @therealgchu ! I loved your snippet and all the ones I've been able to catch so far!
I know since it is later in the day everyone is probably tagged already so if you see this; You're it!
This snippet is going to be a part of the FINAL chapter of Fleeting Pleasures!
This scene is in Delgado's POV. I can at least tell you that within this chapter you will have three different point of views. (I am sure you can guess who.)
I had a lovely time this past weekend and unfortunately none of that time was spent writing really. But the break was nice, and I am hoping soon I will have deliciousness ready to server to you all! As always thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and leaving kudos for this fic! It has helped make the journey all the sweeter.
Please enjoy!
He had waited long enough, been patient long enough, and there was an eager need waiting inside of him. He had let her disobedience slide the first time even though he knew what that would look like from an outside’s perspective. Delgado needed her to trust him. To want to cooperate for his legacy plans.
Ghoul – no Carmilla was skilled, durable, stubborn yes, but where other rooks had lacked beforehand, she persevered. He considered what a one-on-one match would be like between the two of them often and a part of him knew she would most likely best him no matter how ruthless he let himself be. One thing he recognized as soon as he laid eyes on her, traitor or not, was she had unbreakable willpower. The will to do whatever it took to get her where she wanted to be. Therefore, he needed her to want to be beside him whatever it took. Was it love? No. But a faux love was something he was willing to play around with if it persuaded her his way. The Crimson Fleet would always be his first but perhaps he could spare some room for a second.
The door to the command center opened from below and there she was, finally. The sound of her boots echoed throughout the room announcing her presence purposely. He knew she could move quieter than that. Her citrine eyes searched the dim room, observing every minute detail that she could absorb. Another talent he appreciated about her.
“You finally graced me with your presences, mi bellaquito.” He said loudly, purposely giving her his whereabouts, knowing her ears would lead her piercing gaze to him. Those eyes as cold as the gems that lay wait within dark caves on artic worlds.
“I heard you missed me.” Ghoul’s quip was followed by a sly smirk, giving away her amusement.
“Don’t get full of yourself now.” He tried to refrain from letting his own amusement show on his face even if his playful tone slipped. She always had an ego; it didn’t help that he had sent his own extra hands to fetch her. He started his way towards her feeling the pull of her gravity bring him in. Something he disliked but acknowledged that it was that type of presence that he needed for his mission.  
“What did you want from me?” Her face was now strewn from annoyance as if he was the one pestering her. He let her forget once who was boss, but he didn’t plan to make a habit out of it.  
“Tsk tsk tsk.” He wagged his gloved finger at her and shook his head. Refusing to give a real answer to her question. “I am the only one allowed to demand answers here. Like where the hell have you been so long?”
“A little bit of everywhere. Do you want to know specifics? I got the Fleet some credits and myself in the process.” Her answers were kept just as vague, and it got under his skin. Delgado saw how she bit her lip before answering. She was holding back what she really wanted to say and he wondered what it was. She was obviously going to be a handful during this meeting of theirs just by the way she stood, arms crossed as if ready to throw a tantrum.
He finally stopped in front of her, holding his breath and his temper back as much as he could. She riled him more than most. He centered his gaze onto her, tempting her to talk back again but instead he responded with a snap.
“Do you think this is a game, Rook?” He felt his nostrils flare with the hiss of his words. Her smirk was no longer amusing, his patience no longer forgiving. A part of him considered just throwing her out of an airlock and find someone else. It was making him lose his own focus. “You should be thanking me every day that you wake up breathing because I could have just as easily put a bullet in your head.”
He felt the high tension between them, their locked gazes a part of their game set in motion. He wanted her to drop the act. Delgado knew even if it wasn’t entirely intimate there was chemistry between them. He wanted her to submit with consent but with her it so far had never been that easy.
“Thank you, Delgado.” His name playfully fell off her tongue with such rebellion. Her thanks was not a real thanks but a proclamation of how she refused to give in so easy.  Something he both admired and loathed.
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blorb-el · 2 months
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superman: lost finale
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tldr: huge L for people who want to see clark reintegrate into his life with people who love and accept him even when he doesn't feel he's 'being' correctly due to his enormous amounts of horrible trauma (me). but also huge W for people who want to look at clark ultimately addressing his trauma by doing something so batshit insane he would never ever inflict on another person but his self standards are so toxic babygirl you are SO fucked up (also me)
short plot recap: at the end of this issue, clark and hope go back in spacetime to the beginning of where he was dumped out of the space trawler's ship, and send past!clark back to earth. then the clark we've been following goes on to help the evacuation for ten years, and then become the time loop clark we saw in issue 7, warning his past self not to try to escape, while the past!clark he and hope sent back goes on to live with lois and be the in-continuity clark we're familiar with.
various disorganized notes upon this:
clois book and clois divorce book at the same time
the book is metacommentary on how editorial will never allow clark to actually have lasting effects from trauma because that's not marketable/palatable to people both inside the dcu and outside
nerds bein like 'ohhh that's not how time travel works' news flash: time travel is not real its a storytelling device. if it serves the author then it's how it works
i. loved lois in this. all throughout. i know some people think she's ooc but she's so angry and compassionate and her concern and drive is what intersects with clark's self sacrificial brain in the end to make his FUCKED UP choice it is just. tickles the brain in a capital T Tragedy way. fatal strengths/fatal flaws chefs kiss
immediately headcanoning Gatekeeper/timeloop clark to eventually become the superman-null of Strange Visitor even though i think he was visually based on Maggin's Ghost of Superman Future from Superman 416 (which, if you like time loops, you should read, and if you dont like time loops you should read anyway because it fucks). let me have this. or, i know that Gatekeeper says he's had this conversation over and over, but i would would also accept if he figures out how to break it eventually and then becomes an iterant space paladin
the hope-is-pregnant jumpscare was. fine whatever 😔 a concession to serialized storytelling demanding cliffhangers. shoutout to parthenogenesis was nice but That Aint How It Works......like That's The Point Of Asexual Reproduction You Don't Need Another Person's DNA.......
this issue was fun to read alongside the current arc of WF since mark waid is also pointing out clark's flaw of impossibly impossibly high standards for himself in the way that main universe clark is so furious and disgusted with kingdom come clark; main universe bruce has never seen him that angry before bc clark's hatred/fury/fear of his own failures is obviously usually internalized
lex's part in this book was so damn good. that egotistical genius delusional psychosexually obsessed loony. especially the bit about the paintings. stop imagining yourself in a naked wrestling match with your enemy. time to listen to les troyens i guess
throughout the whole book the art has just been. incredible. coloring lines inking the whole thing. the stylistic change in 7 was interesting, not my favorite art, but it worked bc they were in a black hole at the time. i got some of the lee weeks variant covers and they're so incredibly good.... but the mainline covers were also wonderful.
slaps roof of superman. this fellow sure can get lost
anyway. if you made it to the end low effort mspaint sillies
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