#and she'll tell me things to the effect of 'just don't feel that way'

[asarajaa]

OKAY. MEETING BACHIRAS MOM FOR THE FIRST TIME. 🤭🤭🤭

(no pressure if you don’t want to do it ofc bbg<3 )

Ofc bb but have patience, I’m a little bit down cause I didn’t like at all my last post so yk 😭✋🏽

Omg I’m so dumb, I answered it without the fic made HAHAJJAJAJA, when I got it I’ll put it here and I’ll tell ya, k love? Have some paciencia 😽💗

Update: k so I already did it so here you go my love, hope you like it <3!

Warnings: fem!reader Words: 656 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings! Taglist: @merlucide

Meeting Bachiras mom for the first time

₊˚ෆ To help me with this, I will pretend it is the second part of the Bachira falling in love hcs.

₊˚ෆ Indeed, his mom liked you.

₊˚ෆ First of all, when Bachira got home and told her mom about you, she was super enthusiastic to meet you!

₊˚ෆ After Bachira made a move and you guys become boyfriend and girlfriend, the next step was meeting each others parents, being Bachira the first.

₊˚ෆ When the time came, you were extremely nervous, Bachira tried everything to make you feel less nervous but obviously it didn't work.

₊˚ෆ You wanted to everything go great. Your friends always says that is like having a second family and that creating a bond with his mom is important bc she's gonna be like a second mom to you.

₊˚ෆ You made yourself a list of 5 rules to follow when you meet his mom (which made Bachira laugh at you because- babe, my mom is super chill you don't need to do those things.)

₊˚ෆ Rule number 1: Do not show empty handed. It doesn't matter if you give her flowers, some dessert or a gift, Bachiras mom will appreciate it and think that you're a very nice and sweet girl. She's the type of person who appreciates the small things so giving smth to her will be perfect.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 2: Dress modestly. Look, Bachiras mom wouldn't care if you go with some jeans and a cute top, in fact, she would compliment you. But if you go dressed like if you're going to some club she would not think bad of you but neither she'll think good of you. I believe that as an artist she's very into the fashion world and if you're meeting her with a cute outfit she'll like you.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 3: Don't try to be somebody that you're not. She want to meet the person her son fall in love with, no one else. She'll like you just the way that you are! As an artist, Bachiras mom know about being judge so don't worry about those things.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 4: Always offer to clean up. Of course, she wouldn't let you, but it would be nice seeing the effort of your actions that his son never stops talking about.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 5: Try having a one on one time with her. Women to women bounds are super special so you have to use the opportunity to grow a very strong relationships. Honestly, she always wanted a daughter so just talked with her about girl things and it would be awesome!

You and Bachiras mom were left alone, she told Bachira to go to the store to buy some dessert (you bought flowers) so now you girls were alone.

"So, how did you knew you wanted to be an artist Mrs.Bachira?" you asked her enthusiastic, the dinner went awesome and you guys were having a great time.

Bachiras mom loved your question, nobody usually ask her about her profession and you were actually interested.

As the night went by, you girls ended up having a girl talk about the latest in fashion, the new tea about celebrities, skincare and make-up.

When Bachira came with the dessert, he was confused. He left you guys silent and when he come back you were sitting next to each other talking passionately about some new viral linase mask that gives a botox effect. Although he wasn't complaining either.

"Word of mouth is that the mask also works to give definition on the curly haired girls." you said showing her the video of a girl trying it.

"Really?" she said leaning to you "Bachiras cousin has curly hair, i'll show it to her."

₊˚ෆ She loved you, like she would call you some days to exchange tips and your calls last hours.

₊˚ෆ Bachira was more than happy when he find out, It seemed perfect to him that the two women in his life got along so well.

nksdhfsbfv idk what I did.

I feel like It was too short, great rules tho

28/04/24

© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.

#sofis loves #bllk bachira #asarajas works #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #asarajas works (bllk) #bachira meguru #bllk x you #bachira x reader #blue lock bachira #bachira fluff #fanfiction

[isfjmel-phleg]

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*it cut off my last tags which were: I don't know what I can do about this but in the meantime it's a struggle

#random personal stuff #back on my soapbox feel free to ignore #okay so I have been struggling a bit in the Sunday school class that I am being taken to #which is not surprising because I have been struggling socially in this church for the past year #it's a women's class taught by the pastor's wife but not all the women in the church are in it #most of them are middle-aged/elderly #what we're learning is perfectly fine #I appreciate that they're going through an epistle and not lecturing us on How To Be Good Wives and Mothers #but the other women will chime in with their thoughts in between discussions of doctrine #and it will be things like empty little slogans #(such as 'Choose joy!' or 'GodisgoodallthetimeandallthetimeGodisgood') #(not that there isn't any truth in those but they're used tritely) #or What The Lord Did For Me (or: My Life Is Perfectly Peachy) #or things that suggest their faith is all about never being upset by anything ever because you Have Peace #and I kind of wonder if this is a generational thing #because sometimes I'll call my mom with something that's troubling me #and she'll tell me things to the effect of 'just don't feel that way' #or 'ask the Lord to take it away' #which is kindly meant but ultimately ineffective in my experience #but anyway I'm sure these women mean what they say yet at the same time it just...feels insincere to me #as if as Christians we're just supposed to paste smiles on our faces and never have negative feelings #I'm not saying we should all come to class and dispense our personal dramas #but it feels like we're showing up and performing Niceness #and not allowing room for anything that isn't Easy Answers Positivity #and I sit there feeling like there's a huge invisible brick wall around me #and I'm sure that's a me problem #but...I don't know what I'm trying to articulate here sorry #I guess I don't know how to interact with these people because nothing seems real #and we can progress no further than the smallest of small talk because heaven forbid we let our real honest selves slosh over in public #and it's draining!

[coupleoffanfics]

teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

#batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader #batsis reader #yandere batfam #God damn you anon #you beautiful bastard #I'll clean this up later when I sleep #x reader #x batsis reader

[strwbmei]

hii! I’m quite new to your blog, but I’ve read some of your fics!

something’s been on my mind for quite some time and like.. furina fucking fem reader against the wall. I feel like she’d be teasing her little gf while making her beg for more.

can you make a fic about it please? thankyou!!

contains: transfem!furina, dom!furina, humiliation, cock worship, creampie, blowjob, reader is a bit feisty at first, dirty talk, cunt slapping, ass slapping, overstimulation, edging, name calling, badly translated french words, furina is a mean dom but the sex itself isn't really rough, not proofread, maybe ooc

pairing(s): pre-established furina x reader

a/n: first of all, i am so sorry anon. this fic ended up going way off-track from what you requested, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless!

Honestly, you're not sure where such a petite woman got the strength to lift you up and fuck you against the wall, but god, did you love and hate it at the same time. This position allowed her cock to hit angles you didn't even know was possible prior and render you into a moaning mess with little to no effort, and yet, it also allowed her to lord that fact over you while you're unable to do anything but endure her incessant teasing.

While the strength of her arms was evident with how she held you up with ease, it was nothing compared to the sheer force of her thrusts. Admittedly, Furina was on the smaller side of the scale, but her technique more than made up for it. Every time she moved her hips, her cockhead just barely grazed against your sweet spot, enough to drive you crazy but not enough to get you near orgasm.

She knew. She knew that you knew. It showed with the teasing smirk she wore on her face as she fucked you dumb. Your mouth was too busy moaning her name to protest just as your hands were too busy clawing at her back to give her a signal of some sort, not that she would ever listen, of course. You were powerless like this, and Furina loved it. The only thing you could do was try to glare at her through half-lidded and tear-stained eyes in hopes that she'd get the message.

And get the message, she did. "Is something the matter, mon chéri?" She asks, her smug expression turning into what looked like concern for you. It was an act that would have fooled anybody else, but you knew Furina much too well to fall for her many facades. She slowed down her thrusts, making you whine. You can see her let a sadistic grin slip at this. "Ah, right. I'm sure a slut like you was only telling me to go faster." Before you could even shake your head in denial, she started going at an even faster pace, effectively edging you even more in the process. The overwhelming pleasure and stimulation burned so good throughout your whole body. You hated how she could make even the most cruel acts make you feel like you were seeing stars.

What she wanted wasn't that challenging look on your face, no. She wanted you to beg; force the filthiest words out of that pretty little mouth of yours. She wanted a sort of obedience that only you could give her. A type of submissiveness she could only achieve once she broke you down. Maybe, just maybe, if you ask nicely enough, she'll consider giving you what you want. Your girlfriend was usually such a sweet person, gazing at you with eyes filled with nothing but love; yet she fucked you like she absolutely despised you.

"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart... I can't tell what you want if you don't use your words." A faux frown formed on her face because of the expression you had on yours. You were biting down on your lower lip, swallowing the urge to curse at her while your unending frustration shone in your eyes. As irritated as you were at the woman in front of you, you know your place. You know that one wrong move, and she could take away all of the pleasure you were feeling on a whim. It'd be best to do as she says if you plan on cumming at all tonight. "I want you, Furina." She grins devilishly. "Oh? But you already have me, do you not?"

She looked at you with expecting eyes and a wide smile. You know what she wants you to do. She set you down, leaving your legs sore and foreign to the feeling of the floor beneath your feet. The wet 'pop' sound made you realize just how empty you felt without her inside of you. Albeit hesitantly, you turned to her and got on your knees; just like how she trained you to. "P-please fuck me with your cock," you took a deep breath, cheeks flushing as you looked up to meet her predatory gaze. "and fill me up with your warm cum." As the words left your mouth, your stomach churned with both anticipation and a good kind of apprehensiveness that only she could make you feel. "Kneel."

The things you said weren't what pleased her, no. Although the idea is very appealing, what really got her wanting to hurry up and rut into that tight pussy of yours is how pathetic you look when you're begging. All teary-eyed and frustrated, it's obvious you don't want to, but you do anyway. She's more than delighted that you know your place. You do as you're told, ready to use both your mouth and hands to pleasure Furina when she suddenly speaks up, "Ah, ah, ah... No hands, remember?"

Fuck. You thought she'd forget, or at least spare you some slack, but you thought wrong. Just how sadistic can this woman get? She doesn't even try to hide how she thrives off of humiliating you; how willing you are to do even the most shameful of things at her bidding. Your hands rest between your thighs as you kiss the head of her cock, coaxing more precum to come out. You use it as lube to coat her shaft, eagerly taking more of her in your mouth as you bob your head up and down.

It seems your act of obedience and submission gratified her, if the cheeky smile on her face was anything to go by. "Enough. Hands on the wall." She said sternly once her cock stood proud and erect, reinvigorated by newfound lust. You followed her orders, making sure to keep a tight grip on the wall as you already know what's about to happen next.

Or so, you thought until she delivered a harsh slap to your cunt. The action made you yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Hm. You got wet from saying such vulgar words," If you weren't careful to hold onto the wall for dear life, you're sure you would have lost your balance. "Sometimes I worry about you." She sighs, palming your clit in rough circles as if to ease the very pain that she herself had just caused.

"You're the one who-" As you were about to retort, your words are halted as her cock spears its way into your cunt. It felt so much more... girthier than usual. She wasted no time letting you adjust to her size, immediately rutting her hips in a way that made her cock hit both fast and deep inside of you. "Oh, I'm sorry," she brings down her hand, this time to slap your ass. "Were you trying to say something, mon chéri?" She drew out the last part, as if to tease you for being so helpless in her hold. You had planned on staying silent, but much to your annoyance, she stopped her thrusting completely. It was clear that she wasn't going to continue, lest you answer her question. "N-no..." She smirks.

As time went on, her thrusts proceeded to get sloppier and faster. "Merde... Trying to milk me dry, are you?" She groaned, feeling your walls engulf her fully. "Greedy whore." She slapped your ass again, chuckling. You're reduced to a mumbling mess, barely keeping yourself upright while your knees buckle from the sheer strength of her hips. You can feel her cock twitch inside of you and her heavy balls tighten up, and you take a deep breath knowing what's to come.

Furina moaned lowly as her orgasm came crashing over her, almost at the same time as yours did. Panting heavily, she let her cock stay inside of you as the cum that came out of it seemed endless. You feel so warm and full with her seed filling your womb, and you couldn't be happier. "That's right, take it all... You better not waste a single drop." You can barely feel the sting of the hand bringing itself down on your ass, too focused on trying to keep yourself balanced. "Thank you..." You mumble, too delirious and cockdrunk to keep your dignity in tact.

You involuntarily let out a disappointed whimper as she pulls out of you after what felt like eternity, but all of that disappointment is washed away as she speaks, "Get up, sweetheart. I'm breeding all of your holes tonight."

#・❥・strwb smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #smut #x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #furina #furina genshin impact #furina x reader #furina smut

[mouschiwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)

(Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby)

Tim/Masky

Hear me out... corn maze

I believe that Tim enjoys a good puzzle every now and again

He loves trying to figure things out (specifically when there's nothing at risk)

Getting to show off his navigational skills is also a major plus

He just likes to impress you, even if it comes off as annoying sometimes

"See? What'd I tell you? The exit's right there."

Though he does like the satisfaction of completing the maze, what he really treasures is that time you spend together figuring it out

Once you finally find the exit, you'll celebrate with hot cocoa :D

Eyeless Jack

This man LOVES carving pumpkins

He goes all out; definitely one of those people who makes the crazy intricate designs that look like they take hours

He'll love it if you help him!

If you have a steady hand, he'll let you do the details

If you don't, he'll task you with gutting the pumpkin/handing him tools

You guys collaborate on multiple pumpkins throughout the month, setting them in random locations for everyone to see

If there's a design you want to do, just show it to him, there's no question he'll be down

If it's too simplistic, he'll try to add more details

"Ooh, Jack, look at this one. Can we try to re-create it?"

"Of course! Though I do have some ideas on how it can be improved..."

Jeff the Killer

Another pumpkin carving enjoyer

But for a different reason... a very different reason

He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins

He couldn't care less about making actual designs, he just wants to get messy stabbing the pumpkin and gouging out its insides

That being said, he'll 100% gut your pumpkin if you ask him (he'll probably end up doing it even if you don't ask)

It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work

He just gets this look in his eye...

"You, uh... you doing okay there, Jeff?"

"Hm? Yup! Never better!! Say, can you grab the big knife from the kitchen for me?"

Nina the Killer

You best bet she's the costume queen

Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes

She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection

High-quality props and articles only!! She'll even make them herself if she has to!

You can expect to spend at least an hour in front of the mirror while she does your makeup/adjusts your clothes

She's an SFX makeup legend, loves incorporating as much gore into your costume as possible

Don't ask why it's so realistic (it's not like she knows how the wound would look if it was real or anything)

"Wow, Nina... It's almost like I can feel it! It's so real!"

"No, no. If you were feeling it, you would be screaming pretty loud right now."

You can also expect to attend multiple parties where you show off your costumes

You guys dominate costume competitions

Jane the Killer

Horror movies!!

Specifically, making fun of them

You both pick apart the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the special effects, everything

No horror film is safe from your scrutiny

If you're the type to get scared during horror movies, her snide comments will help distract you

"Ooh, I can't look!"

"Oh, come on. Look—I bet they used corn syrup for that fake blood. It's way too thick."

When the movie ends, you're both feeling more amused than scared

She doesn't like to see horror films in theaters because she doesn't get to make commentary, plus she doesn't want to "waste" money on a "stupid tryhard-horror flick"

She'd much rather dig up some old indie DVD/VCR and have a home movie night with you

Ticci Toby

Halloween sweets are his bread and butter

Candy apples, fun-sized candy bars, candy corn, pumpkin bread...

He would perish if you made anything homemade for him

Spends the whole month gorging on sweets almost as fast as he can get his hands on them

He will not share with anyone but you

And even you only get a small portion of his goodies

Robs at least one child on Halloween night, mostly for the candy but also because he likes scaring little kids

"Where did you get all that candy?"

"Got it from a little birdy. By that I mean a kid in Falcon cosplay."

"Toby! ... save me the (favorite candy)."

Thank you for reading! Have a good day/night my spooky pookies <33

(divider by saradika)

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[transmascsub]

i want to have a 'friend', my roommate, convince me to get top surgery which keeps all my nipple sensitivity and bottom surgery that keeps my cock all small and sensitive and keeps my hole to 'avoid complications in surgery'. i'm so breedable right now that i have to be on oestrogen blockers and i want her to tell me to switch to the pill so i get all nice and round and plump.

then i want her to convince me that if i have a pussy still, and i can't get pregnant from it, it should be fine for her to use it? after all she's done for me. it's such a small thing, letting her use my pussy if i'm not even using it myself, and we're just friends, it's not weird. she does all the washing up so it's fair.

so she starts fucking me with her huge cock and it's so much and i'm so sensitive and i don't want to like it but all the hormones make my brain all swimmy and my cock all twitchy and i cum on her girlcock every time and hope she doesn't notice. i get all whimpery and whiny when she stuffs me and i just say it's because i'm uncomfortable but it's because it's so so good and i hate it so much.

she starts fucking me all day and night. if i'm doing work on my laptop she'll just pick me up and sit me back down on her cock and tell me to keep going. if i'm in the kitchen to make breakfast she'll ask if i don't mind awfully if she could get some help with her morning wood and she'll gently but firmly press me over the counter and stuff me so so full.

her friends come over and she casually brings up that i still have a pussy and they all ask for a go, and when i'm uncertain, they say that it's not fair that i get a pussy when they don't (they're all women) and the least i could do is let them fuck me and they're so firm and they push so hard that i just let them to avoid conflict. then they just keep casually talking to each other about nothing in particular like magic the gathering whilst wrecking me with their girlcocks. at one point one of them points out one of their cocks is making my tummy bulge each thrust and they record it and show the girl thrusting into me and they laugh or call it cute and i turn pink with embarrassment. of course i'm left with cum leaking out of me.

eventually she doesn't stop there. she knows i'm a breeding boy, and she's made me into a breeding cockslut. she swaps my birth control for a fertility med with aphrodisiac side effects and of course doesn't tell me. she leaves me to stir for a few days, getting plumper and more sensitive. my nipples feel teased by any clothes i wear. my cock is hard all of the time. she packs my schedule which exhausts me so i never have a second to touch myself.

after four days of being constantly teased and tortured, i break. all my objections are overcome by need and she's already fucking me anyway so what's the harm in asking if she'd like to do it now? and so i ask her if maybe she could fuck me. she probes me with questions and she makes me tell her that i enjoy it, that i cum on her cock every time, that i'm constantly moaning in pleasure when she's inside me. she makes me agree that i feel empty without it, that i'm desperate to please her and be stuffed with cum.

she makes me prove how much i love her cock, and i'm just so needy and desperate that i'd do anything. she makes me suck her off, and it's so so humiliating. she makes me watch her as i bounce my mouth on her cock. it's so thick and just a fraction of it fills my mouth all the way up and tears start spilling from my eyes. she calls me pathetic, that i'm so desperate for cock that i'd suck off my best friend, and that i must just be a total cockslut. she says i can't think of anything other than cock and being stuffed. she gets bored with my weak attempts and starts fucking my throat. she says that pleasing women is what i'm for, and that it's just uncomfortable because i'm not used to it, and once i understand my true purpose it'll get easier.

she doesn't cum in my throat. she forces it out, dripping with my saliva and her precum, and makes me beg her to breed me. i didn't think that she was being serious - i haven't been fertile in years - so i comply and plead with my fogged-up mind for her to cum inside of me and that i'll be good for her and that she can use me whenever she likes and i don't mind. i don't know or care about what i'm saying, i'm just saying anything to have her inside me. i'm too swimmy to think about anything but her cock.

she pulls out her phone and tells me to look up to the camera and say that i need her to breed me full. and i do, just not having enough brain to think about how foolish i was being. and she says i'll take you at your word, and finally, finally, she bends me over. she leaves her phone recording us but i don't notice. she rubs the tip of her cock against my opening and tells me how wet i am for her and how much of a pathetic slut i am. how she bets i can't think of anything other than cock. how she thinks that it's probably all i'm good for. it's torturous, her tip just so so close to what i need, and she just keeps teasing me. i just… adjust my angle, to make penetration easier for her, and she laughs at me for presenting myself, and how i'm just a dumb cockslut, and how she doesn't think there's much brain in there anymore. that i'm basically just a toy for her and her friends to pass around each other, and that i wouldn't mind. she says that they're going to fill me up with cum soooo nicely. that they'll take care of me so well. that my womb will be bulging with cum. that it's what my slutty body was made for: being bred over and over.

i'm squirming on her cock, desperate for her, but she's pinning my hips firmly to the bed and i just can't get it in me and i need it so much and i'm crying a little and i just start moaning please over and over. and she just looks at me and smiles and pets my hair and says, alright boytoy, and she pushes all the way inside me at once and i just. break. and then she starts thrusting and oh my god nothing has ever ever felt this good and she knows it and she asks me doesn't this feel nice and that this is what it could be like every day and i could just be a toy for women to use as they like. she tells me that i'm made for being bred. she grabs my thighs and my ass and tells me how they're all plump and lush and that's the way of nature telling everyone that i'm breedable and she's touching me all over and telling me how sensitive i am and how i wouldn't be so sensitive if i wasn't made to be touched like this. and i'm moaning so much that she can just assume that i agree with every word she says. and i can't think but i know it feels so good and that i need it so so so much and everything she says can be true as long as she never stops ever because nothing else will ever compare.

but i'm wrong. she tells me to beg her for her cum. i let out a string of pleases and moans and she gives me a spank and says properly. and i try so hard to concentrate and say that it'll feel really nice and i want it so much and she's right about everything and that i need it and i'm built for it and please please please. she makes me call her mistress, and i'm so deep in that i don't think about the fact that she's my best friend and we've been friends for years and i'm going to swap all of that to be her cockdrunk toy. and i just say please, mistress, please give me your cum, i need it, i need you, please, i'm so so desperate for it, i can't, i can't do anything but think about it, i'll do anything just please please please come inside of me.

this seems to, just about, satisfy her. she calls me her pathetic cuntboy, and that she'll fix me the cuntboy i was always meant to be. and she starts touching my cocklet and my nipples and i'm so so so close and she's going so fast and i can't and my whole body is overcome with pleasure. my cock is all pink and twitching and leaking and her fingers are magical. and then, pistoning in and out of me, she cums all the way inside me, filling me up, and it's the greatest moment of my life so far and it's so much and it's everything. and i cum but i don't even really notice.

she gives me a kiss on the forehead and tells me that i've done so so well for her, and that i'm going to make such a good toy and be so useful for the community. little do i know that she's planning to use me as an incubator for lesbian couples struggling with fertility so after a month of being fertilised she plans to take out the embryo from me and breed me again. i'm just a breeding machine to her. and she owns me, and that much i already know.

#t4t breeding #t4t nsft #transfem supremacy #manipulation kink #n0nc0n #intox kink #intox cnc #transfem superiority #ftm breeding #breeding k1nk #submisive and breedable #ftm sub

[wandagcre]

a smut oneshot or headcanons about Sam having a girlf with oral fixation? Pls i need this sm 🥺

sam's girlfriend who has an oral fixation | headcanons

SFW

sam being observant in her nature she probably picked up at this habit of yours of fiddling with your own fingers but she doesn't know much about it, instead she keeps the info tucked at the back of her mind

then! it progresses to you biting your nails, you do it when you're antsy and spacing out. sam would be concerned at times, unable to figure out what was worrying you...

and then she catches you nibbling on something. if it's not your nails, it would be your poor lips that are chapped every now and then.

sam is so gentle about it! she tries to catch your attention without fully calling it out, instead she gently grabs you by the forearm and rubs soothingly at your wrist, pulling your fingers away from your mouth

if you do smoke, at times where you're jittery until you have a stick in your mouth, sam would worry but as a smoker herself she knows how hard it could be. she'll propose a deal with you, going for a stick or two later or better yet, treating you with a snack that you like instead!

it's a frequent thing you do, sometimes it's out of nervousness, other times it's simply a need of yours that you cannot avoid. so sam researches carefully about it and finally learns that it's oral fixation - a psychological habit that you couldn't consciously control. sam would try to make things easier for you ;(

she suggests other alternatives soon as she figures out your case, she quickly lists out the type of gum or mint that you often go for! and now she has lots of them in her jeans pocket 😭

you shortly then realize out how sam had figured it out. if you bring up the topic with her, all you'll get is a soft smile on her pretty face with no hint of judgment at all...

sam giggles, "don't tell me you've been panicking about this. querida, i completely understand. would you like some mint or should we hit up your favorite diner?"

and she ends this conversation with a kiss, of course. seriously, you hit the jackpot with this incredibly considerate woman!

seriously, sam is the best gf ever for this ;( now it's in her nature to constantly check which other (better) coping mechanism you'd like and she would be there to offer it for you!

NSFW

i think sam wouldn't guess it immediately how it applies to bed, but she should have known! the way you insisted on sucking her fingers to "wet" them before having her digits plunged inside of you...

sam would be breathy, her composure faltering much as yours. "you just can't get enough of me, huh?" maybe she'll try shoving her digits farther up your throat - the farthest as she can reach. she loves the squeaking sound you make. "suck them real good for me, amor."

if sam is punishing you, after sucking her fingers wet, she thrusts them inside of her instead of you. she closes her eyes and thinks about the warm feeling of your mouth on her fingers. she loves how you're pouting about it in silent complaint!

sam absolutely adores the sight of you, sucking on it obediently! she didn't know how pleasurable it would be on her end as well, but sam is very much happy upon finding out 🥰

it's so vivid, the way you're suctioning on them. the squelching from the saliva and your dedication, having your tongue involved wrapped around her fingers quite literally, makes sam's mind oh so dizzy...

if she's on top of you or underneath, she takes notice of your open mouthed kisses along her sternum to the soft plush atop her breasts. she encourages you to suck on her nipples, tugging your head confidently and effectively redirecting your oral fixation to it!

sam loves the attention you do to it. just like sucking her fingers, you put a lot of effort in it, and you'll be easily rewarded of her getting lost in the feeling and moaning endlessly. your soft little nibbling action around her areola and nipple, makes her throw her head back in pleasure

she loves how you seem at ease and finding comfort in them. you end up marking her too, covering her pretty tan skin ;(

in short, sam is far from weirded out from your oral fixation! she's always there for you to make things easier as much as you do for her! ;(

#headcanons #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter imagine #wlw #lesbian #samantha carpenter #scream vi #scream 6 #requested

[lovelybrooke]

Can I request underworld people dialogue about us?

Thank you for requesting this, I really wanted to write for some side characters.

Hypnos

Hypnos is more observant than people let on. Often, he hears the ramblings of Zagreus, which more often than not, is about you. At first, he's put off about it, but as he's forced to listen about you more and more, he learns to crave it. Before Hypnos fully realized your presence, he would listen intently to anything about you from Zagreus.

Hypnos dialogue is mainly takes after Zagreus, which can range from nothing to worry about, to intense obsessive ramblings.

"Hey--Hey! You're back sooner than expected! Thanatos was asking about you, no not you Zagreus, he doesn't ask about you. Anyway, maybe it would be good to stay a bit longer this time, relax a bit, you know? Don't give me that look Zag!

Thanatos

Thanatos in the beginning is turned off by Zagreus and his obsession with you. He views you as just another reason for why Zagreus is running away from everything. Like his brother however, his bond with you grows stronger as he's forced to remain in contact with Zagreus. His obsession is less obvious than the others, but still strange.

Thanatos's dialogue is chalked full of hidden messages and meanings, which if you don't think too hard about, is just normal Thanatos dialogue.

"You're never going to find them Zagreus. Even if you did, do you think no one else tried to get to them first? It's a foolish effort, though one I can empathize with."

Nyx

Nyx wants Zagreus to find happiness, and for a while she thought his mother was the answer to all that. It wasn't until she came to understand you, that she realized his motivations were much deeper than that. Nyx has to admit that in the beginning, she was warry of you and your motives, but as she comes to understand that you only want to help Zagreus, she grows quite fond of you.

Her dialogue is not as obsessed as the others, but still points to more sinister happenings.

"My child, this devotion of yours, are you positive they are worth all this effort. I don't doubt you, nor do I doubt them and their assistance, but I wonder, perhaps there is a simpler way to go about this."

Megaera

Meg is slightly disgusted by Zagreus obsession, not understanding how he could be so enamored with someone he hasn't met. She sees you as just another thing in her way, until she starts to realize it's not just Zagreus, the others, they also seem to be taken by the same devotion. Meg doesn't fully understand it, but she learns to except you. And while she'd never admit it, she also feels herself growing closer to you.

Megaera's dialogue is covered in thinly vailed insults, all of which hide a sense of insincerity in them.

"Back again, Zagreus. You know, you seemed distracted last time we fought, like your mind was somewhere else entirely. Zagreus, maybe next time you make direct contact with them, don't fight me. Or do, just makes it easier to kill you.

Achillies

Achillies always took a fatherly role in Zagreus's life, and because of that he's impartial to you. It takes long for Achillies himself to fully recognize the player, but when he does, he kind of understands the Underworld Prince. Achillies fatherly instincts projects onto the player, and more often than not, he wishes you were here with him. But Achillies knows he's no longer deserving of good things.

Achillies dialogue is often filled with worry for the player. Because of this, it's kind of hard to tell when his words are directed towards the player or Zagreus.

"You've been working hard. Too hard maybe. Perhaps this is a good time to take rest. I know my words are too little effect, but I worry about you, both of you. More than you know."

Dusa

Dusa loves Zagreus, and she wants him to be happy. That's why she supports him in leaving. It's why she'll also support Zagreus in his efforts to find you. You're much more elusive than they all originally thought, but Dusa will do anything she can to help. And maybe, if she just works hard enough, she'll get to meet you too, just maybe.

It's hard to understand if Dusa's dialogue is directed at you or Zagreus, since it's all so similar.

"Oh! Um--you're here...H-how are you...? Gosh, I sound like a mess, I-I just didn't expect you both to be here. I'll go now...

Orpheus

Orpheus spends a lot of his time reminiscing about his time with his beloved Eurydice. He wishes he could just turn back time, fix everything, but the past is the past and there is nothing more he can do. When Zagreus comes to him, waxing poetry of all his epic adventures, describing some omnipresent force helping him while doing so. For a moment, Orpheus assumes it's his godly relatives, but he quickly realizes it's more. It sends Orpheus down a rabbit hole, wanting to know more and more about this presence the son of Hades seems so involved with.

Orpheus doesn't hide his obsession well, trying to get anything about you out of Zagreus.

"My Prince, tell me again about them. I know it is out of turn for me to continue begging, but I do enjoy listening to stories of their adventures with you. If I may, how close do you believe you are to finding them?"

Eurydice

Eurydice values her time alone; she has to living within Asphodel. Even though, she grows to value the prince's visits, especially his appetite. Though, this doesn't mean that deep down, she misses the stories, the songs, the tales her love once sung to her. While she loves being able to do as she pleases, she secretly wishes for more. Zagreus, and by extension you, offer her that. Zagreus is how she's able to experience all you have to offer, and it's a nice change of pace from her usual routine.

Eurydice's dialogue is not that worrying compared to other characters. Like Achillies, it's a lot of worrying, so she doesn't raise any of your suspicions.

"Hey there prince! You look tired, you've been working to hard hon. Here, you should take this, don't worry about me needing anything in return, your visits are all I need."

Hades

Hades despises his son's relationship with you. He sees you as a distraction, a nuisance, and a bother. Like most things, if given the opportunity he would rip you from his son's mind without remorse. However, there is little the Underworld Lord can do regarding this matter, so he lets it be. Like a sickness, your influence on Zagreus grows and grows, and in turn does Hade's anger.

Hades cannot admit it to himself, but he feels your influence as well. He is a god, so like his brothers he feels you everywhere, and in some ways, he is scared. Scared of what could become of this, what could become of his house if they indulge in you too much. So, like any good Lord would, he plans on cutting you out the first chance he can get, less he also indulges in you.

Hades doesn't talk too much to you or about you, so it's scary when he does.

"You, boy, don't know what you're on about. You are naive, believing you will find some solace in this mysterious presence of yours. My brothers may indulge you, however I will not. This house will not be overrun with murmurs of someone who does not exist."

Chaos

Chaos is the creator of all things, knower of all things. So of course, they know about you. Chaos most likely knew about you before Zagreus did. You are such a curious thing, aren't you, involving yourself in the happenings of Gods. They have to admit, you are alluring, but they wonder why you chose to busy yourself with the Son of Hades when there are many gods willing to take his position.

Chaos is another character who doesn't talk about you often, but when he does, it's cryptic.

"Son of Hades, I wonder if that companion of yours fully understands the ramifications of their presence alone. They appear and even the gods themself are wiped up into a frenzy. You are lucky, aren't you? Or is it your companion who's the lucky one. Perhaps we'll never know."

Theseus

Theseus doesn't get to know much of you, since his position is mostly arbitrary in the grand scheme of things. Theseus hates this, he hates being out of the loop. He wants to know about you and why out of all the people withing the Underworld, you chose the spoiled prince to gift with your presence. It's just another thing to add to his lists of reasons to hate Zagreus.

Most dialogue directed towards you is just Theseus bragging about himself while also putting Zagreus down. So really nothing new.

"Halt there, Hellspawn! You dare approach the Champion of Elysium so casually. You may be a gifted warrior, but all of your strength is dedicated to them. I will not a spare an ounce of admiration towards you!"

Asterius

Asterius shares a lot of the admiration his brother has for you. He admires the strength you've provided Zagreus, offering Asterius a good battle. A part of Asterius wonders if he would ever be graced with your presence one day. While he may now be welcomed within Elysium, he knows his past wont easily escape him. You are kind though, and he holds out hope.

Asterius is yet another character who doesn't talk about you often. When he does, it's a lot like Theseus, claiming he's undeserving.

"Well, short one, we meet again. I believe this time will play out similarly to last, now that they are with you. I wonder, would you have even been able to reach Elysium without their guidance. No matter, it's all the same."

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A/n: I didn't include Patroclus because, even in my longer game, I didn't get farther into his story. I know the gist of it, but I'll wait to do him for later. To make up for it, I'll write an extra-long, separate post for him and Achillies.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #self aware hades #yandere hades game #yandere hades #zagreus hades #hades game

[allllium]

Christmas Eve

~ I have multiple things I'm currently writing but it might take a bit before they're posted. Between being sick and now having an ear infection I want to do literally nothing

~ Fluff, WC: 1,456

~ Matt and Reader celebrate their first Christmas together ~

You and Matt didn't get together until after Christmas of last year, meaning this is your first Christmas as a couple. Before, being friends meant Christmas never had this kind of pressure to give the perfect gifts.

But now it's different. You've been worrying all month about finding the perfect gift for Matt. It's hard to shop for someone who keeps insisting all he needs is you. As sweet as that is, you already know he has something for you. You refuse to give him something in return.

“Foggy, I'm serious. I've been everywhere in Hell's Kitchen. I can't find anything.” Today is Christmas Eve, and you still haven't found anything good enough to give Matt

“I've had his gift picked out for months.” Foggy shrugs from across you.

“Of course you have, and I should have one too, but now that we're dating it feels like there's all this dumb pressure.”

“Matt will love whatever you give him. You don't even have to get him anything. Just spend the day naked, and he'll be more than happy.”

“I hate you. You are zero help.”

“You're putting too much pressure on it. Nothing has changed just because you're dating now.”

“What did you get, Marci?” 

“Some of her favorite perfume and a necklace.” 

“Ugh, she'll love that.”

“I know. She's easy to shop for.” He finishes off the rest of his sandwich and wipes his hands on his pants. “I have a meeting with a client. Are you good?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I'll figure it out. Bye Fog.” He nods at you and walks back to the office.

On the way back to Matt's apartment, you walk by a little store having a Christmas Eve sale. The best part is they have an adorable daredevil stuffie in the window.

It's exactly what you would've gotten him in the previous years. It's perfect.

“What did you get?” Matt asks the second you walk in the door. Smelling the paper bag it came in. 

You walk over to him on the couch, placing the bag on the counter, and sitting in his lap. “I can't tell you it's for Christmas.” 

“I thought I said you didn't have to get me anything.” He gives you one of those beautiful smiles he has. It's unfair how he always looks this good. He hasn't changed out of his work clothes, now just sitting in his dress pants and shirt. 

“And I thought I said if you get me something, I'm getting something for you.” You run your hand softly through his hair, enjoying his touch after a day apart.

“I don't want you to spend money on me.” 

You roll your eyes at him. “If you keep saying that I'm gonna spend all of my money on you until I go bankrupt, and then I'll be homeless.” 

“You wouldn't dare.”

“You wanna bet?” 

“Fine, you can spend as much money as you want on me.” He looks so cute when he pouts.

“That's what I thought.” You lean down to kiss him for the first time since you got home. “Hi, Matty.” 

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“How was work?” You turn your head to lay on his shoulder.

“It was good. It's a lot slower close to Christmas.” 

“Hm, good. Y’know, Foggy suggested I spend tomorrow naked as your Christmas present, but you definitely wouldn't like that.” You giggle as his face turns up in fake disgust.

“Oh no, that would be terrible. I wouldn't enjoy that at all.”

“Yeah, that's what I thought.”

“Or maybe that's my gift to you.” 

“Oh no, can't both be naked. What would we do all day?” You ask in fake concern. He leans up to kiss you again, but you pull away. “I have to go wrap your present.” 

“No, do you have to do that right now?” He pouts.

“Yes, I do. You're adorable when you pout.” When you go to stand, he follows you with an arm around your waist.

“Can't it wait?” 

“No, it can't. Christmas is tomorrow. Matthew let me go.” You use his real name to display your seriousness, although it's not as effective when you're laughing.

“You don't have to wrap. I can't see it anyway.” 

“Matt!” You laugh. “I'm wrapping it, and you can't stop me. So why don't you stay here and order us some dinner? Okay?”

“Fine, I'll just stay here all alone.” He plops back on the couch as you shake your head at him. 

“Have I ever told you how dramatic you are?”

“All the time.”

“Yeah, I'll be right back.” You go into the bedroom to wrap Matt's present in leftover wrapping paper. Matt has no idea people have made anything daredevil-related. 

“See, that took me like two minutes.” You announce to Matt as you walk back into the living room.

“That was way too long.” You move to sit with him once again.

“Why are you so clingy today?”

“No reason, it must be the Christmas spirit.”

“Hmm, yeah, this Christmas does have a lot of spirit.”

“The first Christmas after we met, I was gonna ask you out.” You turn to look at him in disbelief. 

“What? Why didn't you?” 

“I was nervous, and you didn't show any signs of liking me.”

“No signs of liking you!? Matt, you could hear my heart.” 

“I could, but I assumed it sped up like that because you were anxious about meeting a new person.”

“And you thought I was like that for two years?”

“I didn't want to ruin anything!” He defends. “Hey, why didn't you do anything!?”

“Because I didn't want to ruin anything!?” 

“Exactly!” You both laugh at the direction this conversation has taken.

“Well, we're together now, so it was all worth it.” You point out.

“Yes, it was.” He smiles and pulls you closer. Your head lays on his chest.

“Wait a minute, Matt, I told Karen I liked you multiple times while you could hear?” 

“Maybe it was a different Matt.” 

“Matt, what the fuck?” You laugh again. 

“I liked you. I just didn't believe you liked me the same amount.”

“You liked me?” 

“Yes, I liked you, now I love you.” 

“You're lucky you're so sweet 'cause sometimes you have no common sense.” He plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You have just as much common sense as me.” 

“Uh oh.”

You wake up the next morning to the smell of peppermint and the faint sound of Christmas music filling the apartment. 

“Morning, sweetheart.” He comes into the room with a mug of hot chocolate. He hands the mug to you as he sits next to you on the bed. 

“Good morning, baby. What's all this for?”

“Well, it's our first Christmas together. I figured it should be a little special.” As you listen to him, your heart warms.

“Thank you, Matty. You're amazing y'know.”

“I do, thanks to you.” 

“Hm, good. So what do you have planned?” You sit up in bed.

“I think first we should open our gifts, then we'll hang out with everyone.” 

“Sounds good. You're going to love what I got you.”

“You're gonna love mine too.” He grabs your hands and pulls you out of bed. 

You both make your way to the tiny Christmas tree sitting in the corner. Only two presents under it.

“Here you go, honey.” Matt hands you a small square box wrapped in red paper. “I had Karen wrap it.” 

“I can tell. Karen also wraps presents perfectly.” When you pull the paper off the box, there's a black jewelry box. When you open the black box, there is a silver bracelet. “Matt, this is beautiful!” 

“Look at the side.” You pull the bracelet out of the box and look at the side. On each side, there is an engraving. One side says ‘my heart,’ and the other is in braille. “It says my name.” 

“Holy shit Matt this is amazing!” You throw yourself onto him in a tight hug. 

“I'm glad you like it.” He has a giant smile at your reaction. 

“I don't want you to spend money on me.” You mock his words from last night. “This must have cost so much.”

“I know a guy, don't worry.”

“Well, now my gift isn't as good in comparison.” You hand him the box containing the stuffie.

“Is this me?” He asks in surprise as he rips open the paper. 

“Yes, it is. It's Daredevil merch.” 

“They make this stuff?” 

“Yes.” You laugh at his shock 

“Thank you, sweetheart, this is so cute.” 

“Yeah, and it looks just like you.” You joke. The little stuffed devil looks nothing like Matt.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Matt.” You lean your head on his shoulder, still admiring your bracelet.

#matt murdock my beloved #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock reader insert #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murderdock x female reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #no y/n

[balkanradfem]

I feel that any bad-faith argument about abortion needs to be turned into argument about quality and value of all life on earth. Because we are an intelligent species, and are capable of looking ahead and seeing the consequences of out actions.

For instance, we are living in a world with current ongoing wars, where certain people are given the orders to end thousands of lives, without any consequences or retributions. And yet this is not where pro-life is focusing their intent; apparently once babies grow up it's perfectly fine to gruesomely end those same lives in a genocide, or be starved to death during wars, that kind of thing just 'can't be helped'. But women can be pressured and guilted into birthing more babies, so apparently that's the way to go, sure way to increase the amount of suffering in the world.

But, you'll say, not all born babies will be killed off in wars (weird thing to say honestly), what about children who will live their lives safely and happily on this planet?

Well, tell me how?

Any child being born is going to experience the devastating effect of the climate change, they'll watch whole ecosystems collapse, animals going into extinction, and thousands of humans losing their homes and survival resources. They're being born into a misogynistic world, and if the child is female, she'll experience oppression that she won't even be able to prove is real to the male part of the population.

This child will grow up in the world where empathy is scarce, they'll be bombarded with news about human suffering almost every day, they're likely to come down with mental illness or at least feel that the future is bleak and brings more pain. They're also likely to fall victim to pedophiles, predators, and brainwashed boys who learned to sexually assault other kids due to the exposure of p*rn. Is pro-life trying to protect them from any of it? No. They're fighting to stop teaching them about puberty and what sex is, so once these traumatic things happen to them, they're unable to recognize them or speak about it.

But let's look into even more immediate effects of having a child born against their mother's consent. Once a baby is born, they're alive, but we all know that if they're not tended to, they'll die, experiencing nothing but pain. We always assume women will do this labour unprompted, but how can we assume this?

The forced mother, who is already traumatized from having to go trough forced birth, is likely both unwilling and without proper resources to care for a baby. The baby will feel this, they will know they're unloved. They'll know they're unwanted before they even grow up. As a solution to this, you suggest we blame and shame all mothers for not being good enough, for struggling with post-birth trauma or post-partum depression, for being unwilling to be a parent? You can't control what an unwilling mother does with her baby. You forced her to give birth but you can't do anything beyond that point.

Why did you do it? Why did you make sure a baby exists in a world where there is nobody who wants them, is willing to take care of them or give them a good life? What is it worth to you if there's another unwanted, unloved, suffering child out there? Does it make your life better if there's more human suffering? Do you fight for support of new mothers, for better healthcare, for better resources to take care of abandoned babies, for better institutions to take care of unwanted children? No. You feel entitled to women's unlimited labour and endless caretaking of children they don't want. You don't want to acknowledge it's undertaking of a huge scale, that requires endless resources, finances, complete exhaustion, loss of health, sleep, protection, sometimes education and career. It's nothing to you. Loss of quality of life, for everyone involved, means nothing to you.

As long as there is more human suffering. As long as mother didn't get any say over whether she'll become a mother or not, and how many times, and when. As long as her life was put at risk without her consent. As long as she was punished for something you consider she should be punished for.

And now I'm going to circle back to where I started, the war. Because mothers have to watch their children both go to war, risk their lives in war, and be killed in wars. After putting that endless amount of energy and resources to grow and raise a single child, they'll have to watch them go to slaughter. And what happens if a child dies, as a solider in a war? Mother gets payment for it. That's right. For having that child murdered by someone else, the mother will get paid. Murder of that child is not only okay, legal, approved by government and somehow necessary, but is also rewardable to the mother, who, had she refused to birth that same child, causing zero suffering to ensue, would have been punished. Nobody except the mother can get punished.

If the child was killed in a war, and not a soldier, nothing. Apparently loss of life with extreme amount of human suffering, is worth absolutely nothing. But refusing to put that life out there, is a punishable crime. Because it only matters if it's unborn or a newborn. Once that same baby grows up, it's slaughter time. Humans apparently lose value after they grow up, they're only worth as 'endless human potential' in unwilling hands, but after they've reached the age of 'not a baby anymore', worthless.

We have observed the world for long enough to see the consequences of the actions we make. Women are the only ones who can and should decide whether they are willing and able to bring another life into the world, that is worth living, that will provide a life which is livable, enjoyable, worth being alive for. Life is extremely precious and bringing it into the world where it will be subjected to neglect, torture, and possibly a painful death, is unacceptable.

Caring for mother's rights is the first thing that will improve any child's quality of life. Caring about the environment is the second. Ending wars and debilitating male's ability to even start a war, is a fight for life. Not fighting for them to take control of female bodies, which they'll use to make themselves endless supply of soldiers, endless war resources. Taking control from women always means putting it in hands of m*n, who don't find any problem with human suffering, who celebrate wars, find themselves at home doing massive murdering, torturing and raping of women and children.

Women in charge of life means making life compatible with joy, love, care and warmth. We are the only ones who give children have safety, community, care and protection only a willing mother can give. You're wrangling it away from us further away from control the women are. We are fighting for a world where every mother is willing, and every child wanted. Why aren't you?

#pro-abortion #anti natalism #anti natalist #radical feminism #anti war #anti male #anti patriarchy

[fictionadventurer]

Little House in the Big Woods is a masterful depiction of the simple joys and mindset of very early childhood. Which, oddly enough, makes the book work better for me as an adult than as a child. As a kid, I saw this as one of the lesser books--there are some fun moments and interesting stories, but nothing really happens. As an adult, that's one of the main draws--nothing happens! Laura gets to see the frost on the windows and play with her cousins and get Christmas presents and look at the pictures in the animal book and play house and nothing goes wrong. It brings back those innocent, simple joys of very early childhood in a way that's much more welcome now that I'm much further away from it.

With an adult's perspective, it's also easier to catch more details about the wider world surrounding that little cabin in the Big Woods. The family ties binding together the adults. The historical context of the 1860s. You catch the fact that they're choosing to live like this--the rest of the world is pretty advanced, but they're living on the very edges of civilization where you have to do things for yourself in a way few other people do.

As a kid, I just saw the historical moment as "pioneer times where they live like this because they haven't invented technology." As an adult, I know that there's a ton of technology already being invented at a faster rate than ever before, and even here on the fringes of society, it's got a huge effect on how they settle the area. They buy machine-made traps to catch animals for a huge fur industry (at least, I don't see a local blacksmith making these). They use a complicated threshing machine. They buy machine-made cloth and cane sugar and have little store-made knickknacks. Their way of life is pretty heavily dependent on a world where railroads and steamships can rapidly transport goods around the world, which is a huge reason that life changed so quickly during Laura's lifetime--the world was already pretty modern, and just had to get out to where she was. It's a perspective that added a lot of depth to my view of the setting.

The book's also better from an adult viewpoint because it's not just the story of early childhood, but it's a woman in her 60s looking back at her early childhood--nostalgic for it in the way a lot of adults are nostalgic for a time when the world seemed simpler and safer--which makes the perspective oddly relatable.

I can still see why it's less exciting than the other books--even apart from the lack of deadly perils, Laura's extremely young age means she's not an active protagonist. She's just watching life while other people go off and do things. Most of the events are things we hear about--Pa telling stories of his childhood or of what he's done during the day. Laura doesn't, for instance, go out to the bee tree--she sees Pa get the wagon and then come back and tell her about it. Even this simple event is something that Laura's not actively watching, which makes her perspective feel a bit disconnected from the world.

But for all the story's flaws and virtues, the very best part of the book is how much love goes into it. Laura is writing this out of love for the family that gave her such a childhood. She'll pause to note Pa's laugh, or talk about how pretty Ma was while making hominy. She loves the landscape, delighting in the details of every season. She loves the daily tasks of farm life. She's not just detailing things like cheese-making or churning because these skills are dying out, but because she's lived her life on a farm and takes genuine joy in the details that go into completing all these tasks. She loved farming so much that she spent years writing a column about farming life, and that absolutely comes out here.

Then, at the very end, we have a line that's my contender for one of the best last lines in all of literature. Laura's watching her family and the firelight as Pa plays his fiddle in the cozy little house, singing about remembering the days of long ago. And this sixty-some-year-old woman, looking back at her childhood, bringing back a vanished world for the children of today, ends with a paragraph that perfectly sums up the bittersweet truths of the story--that childhood thinks it will last forever, that time will pass in the blink of an eye, and that memory and storytelling can, in their imperfect way, make the past immortal.

She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

#little house in the big woods #little house #laura ingalls wilder #maybe this should have been a bullet point list but it turns out i got a lot of paragraphs in me

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello! I am here with a humble request:

Could you do how the M6 would react if the MC was hard of hearing and had to wear hearing aids? Love all of your work btw!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is hard of hearing

~ I'm honored, I will do my best, and please don't hesitate to call me out if I make a mistake. I've had a few hard of hearing friends and I did a little research, so here you go & I hope it's good! - brainrot ~

Julian

This man speaks loud and this man speaks fast

After the first few requests to slow down he becomes much more mindful of his speed, but as soon as he gets excited about something he's back to running his mouth as fast as he can

Very good at talking to you in noisier situations because it's an excuse to lean into your space and speak next to your ear

Unfortunately, if it's a conversation about something he's passionate about, he'll forget everything and talk over people constantly

Already knew a little bit of sign language for his hard of hearing patients, dedicates himself full-time to learning it after meeting you and is a fast learner

Being a musician, he has nimble fingers and no difficulty signing quickly

The only issue is when, again, he gets excited about the thing he's telling you about, and his signing gets super fast and sloppy to the point of being flat out frantic

Super relieved when he learned that you have hearing aids. It means he can still make you swoon with his vielle

Don't get shiny hearing aids. Malak won't be able to resist the temptation and he will steal them for his nest

Asra

They already have a bad habit of mumbling things under their breath or into your clothes, and they're naturally soft-spoken in general

You are going to have to ask him to repeat himself constantly. He'll thank you for the reminder each time and often feels bad for being so quiet

On the plus side, they started learning sign language from the moment they met you, and has been fluent for years now

He does take advantage of this to sign at you over a customer's shoulder and try to make you laugh at inappropriate times

Super tuned into your comfort levels

Crowded area? They're holding your hand and sticking to the edges

Noisy space is getting overwhelming because your hearing aids keep picking up all the background noise? He has the case and will hold them for you if you need to take them out for a bit

You'll never have to worry about them talking over anybody else, they're slow to speak as it is and rarely interrupt

Faust is so smug about being able to speak straight into your mind

She has been known to talk to you while your hearing aids are out so you can't notice Asra calling you, just to mess with him

Nadia

So easy to understand when she speaks

It's the years and years of public speaking. She always speaks at a measured pace, perfectly enunciating her words, with a noticeable but appropriate volume

Very mindful of including you in her conversations and is quick to ask others to slow down and speak one at a time

Quick to pick up basic sign language

As soon as she feels like it's okay, she'll ask you so many questions about your hearing aids and how you use them

She's very fond of tinkering with things, if you have an old pair she'd love to take them apart and look at how they work

Will also ask if they're the sort of thing that you'd like to have more than one pair of

If the answer is yes, she's getting you different types to play around with and might even try modifying them herself (with your permission)

Will find ways to style them. Don't ask how. But she managed to put together a whole ensemble around them once

Always double checks if you have them in or not so she knows how best to communicate with you

Still worries about you sometimes, and will send Chandra to check on you if she knows you're going somewhere loud or crowded

Muriel

He speaks slowly. He never interrupts. He's infinitely patient. And ... he hates being loud

Being around you and communicating effectively requires him to listen to his own voice instead of mumbling, and it's uncomfortable, but deep down he knows it's a good habit to get into

On the other hand, he adores sign language

Communicating with his hands? Without noise? Sign him up, this is the best thing he's ever learned about and he's fluent in it sooner than either of you expected

Often prefers using sign language to communicate his thoughts and opinions when saying them out loud makes him anxious

Very careful around your hearing aids and handles them so delicately. He's terrified of crushing them somehow

Didn't really appreciate what your hearing aids do for you at first (all that loud noise being muffled sounds like a blessing to him) until you mention that they let you hear birdsong and water

Now he's infinitely grateful that you have them and will specifically request that you wear them to the spots in the woods where the sounds of nature are the most beautiful

Inanna likes to pant next to your ear when your hearing aids are in, just to annoy you

Portia

She speaks even more loudly than her brother, unless she's in a situation where she has to use her palace diplomacy skills

And like her brother, she also speaks quickly

Generally pretty good about slowing down a bit when she speaks to you without sounding patronizing or impatient

She spends her life in the middle of loud crowds and excited people talking all at once, so when she wants to talk to you she'll just pull you into a slightly quieter corner

If anyone gets remotely frustrated or impatient with you when you have a hard time understanding them she will beat them up, no matter who they are

Had a very difficult time learning sign language at first

She has a hard time tracking which part of her sentence she's in or keeping her vocabulary straight when it's so quiet

Mindblown when she sees you speaking and signing at the same time. Once she switches over to doing that she learns a lot faster

So on top of things with your hearing aids. Always has spare batteries and will remind you to take them out every night

Pepi is so annoyed that meowing in your ear doesn't work to wake you up for breakfast as well as it does on Portia

Lucio

He's so used to being the center of attention and addressing large groups of people that he's surprisingly easy to understand

This guy loves loud, busy places and fast-paced conversation. Is it even interesting if there aren't multiple people speaking at once?

He's happy to repeat himself as many times as he needs to, but it takes a while for him to notice the way his preferred spaces make it more difficult for you to follow along

Will tell other people to speak clearly two minutes into the conversation before it's even necessary

Did not have the patience to learn sign language at first. Does he think it's cool? Yeah! Does he want to speak to you easily? Yeah! It just takes more effort than he has the attention span for

Until you teach him how to swear

He loves to swear

Lights up like a firework the first time he uses bad language in sign in public and can't get corrected by anyone but you

Now he uses it all the time. He likes to think of it as a secret code for just the two of you, and it's especially useful on jobs

Taking the hearing aids out is a blessing in disguise when Mercedes and Melchior have their nightly howling sessions

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[vickyvicarious]

"opened it with much impressment—assumed, of course" van Helsing's unboxing video... no but really this line. He's actively trying so hard to appear cheery and lighthearted all the time for Lucy

awwww Lucy sounds SO cute when she thinks she is receiving a gift

"but not for you to play with." Um, van Helsing, people don't typically play with bouquets of flowers...

I fricken love whenever people describe Lucy having an animated face. The thoughtful wrinkles Art and Mina love. The sharp look she gave Jack when telling him to go to bed. Today's "wry look" and van Helsing telling her "you need not snub that so charming nose" - every time it feels like more of the true Lucy being expressed beyond the face she puts on for her mother/society at large.

But once again van Helsing is mischaracterizing Art by saying he wouldn't like to see Lucy's snub nose. I am one hundred percent confident he would specifically love that expression on her face. I wish he had not worded it in a way to make her feel guilty over the idea of upsetting Art with her appearance, because she's too prone to be worried about things like that (at least as regards her illness) already. I know he was joking but still

LUCY'S VOICE WITH LAUGHTER

"I never jest!" you filthy liar

No but really his sudden sternness is super telling. He's been actively trying so hard to be gentle and lighthearted and reassuring. But he is extremely stressed and his instructions have already been discarded once to disastrous effect. I don't know that Jack would have told him it was Lucy's idea, in which case he'd want to nip this in the bud all the more, or maybe it was just the pressure getting too much at the idea of another such dismissal. He's gone to a lot of effort to get these flowers and he may not be entirely sure that they will work yet but he wants to give the best chance possible, and at that laugh he loses his control for a moment

but again I hate that he guilts her. It's a good method to get Lucy to do something but she doesn't deserve it and I fear she'll take it to heart

anyways, Jack sounds so taken aback by vH's snapping too. "seeing poor Lucy scared, as she might well be" with such a sense of 'wow, professor' awkward silence

I love the rustly flower noises. And the window sounds! (someone fix that broken window)

"It all seemed.. grotesque to me" well that's a bit harsh Jack

"It is well we have no sceptic here, or he would say that you were working some spell to keep out an evil spirit." Jack says this line half like someone would say 'okay so this story happened to a friend of mine' when it was obviously them, and half like someone making a joke out of a suspicion specifically with the intent of being corrected and told that they're wrong

But instead van Helsing says "Perhaps I am", with ominous music and everything. Love the delivery, more than half to himself. and Jack, not getting the response he hoped for, falling into awkward silence rather than replying

Lucy's calm solemnity in her promise <3

The way Jack says "unshed tears..." is so good

#re: dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #van helsing #lucy westenra

[matt-the-radar-techncian]

Why is pearl also at fault for the miscommunications issue with rose and there is that power imbalance that rose had on her directly and indirectly?

Are you asking me or telling me?

In any relationship communication is a two-way street, one person has to be willing to voice a concern and the other person has to be willing to listen. It's never made clear exactly what Pearl and Rose were and weren't willing to talk about, but he main thing that seems to be that Rose doesn't seem to be good at communicating is her own self-hatred. She blames herself for everything bad that has happened to her friends, thinks that she'll never truly escape her past as Pink Diamond, and doesn't think she's deserving of love. This seems to be what motivated her to give up her life and have Steven. Her hope was that he would be a totally new person, not bound by any past, and be able to live a life truly loved and wanted by those around him

As with any deep-seated trauma this isn't the easiest to put into words. In fact, it may be that she doesn't consciously know all these things about herself, just feels them on an instinctual level; it's hard for just about anyone to look at themselves and objectively diagnose everything that's troubling them

And I don't think that the so-called power imbalance had as much influence as you think. The entire goal of Rose rebelling against Homeworld and shedding her old identity as Pink Diamond was to be free from the old dynamic between a Diamond and her Pearl. I suspect that after the war ended they were on much more equal terms. Like I said, Rose's lack of communication stems from low self-esteem, and I think that was a much bigger roadblock to truly effective communication and understanding between them

#steven universe #pearl #rose quartz #pearlrose #su #pink diamond

[moonstrider9904]

I don't want to go "that's literally me omg" but

Seeing Crosshair throughout the first two seasons and this first episode of season 3 had always felt like a reflection. Season 1 he clearly had the effects of the inhibitor chip making him do things he couldn't control, and ultimately it led him towards making a decision that would put distance between him and his family. In Season 2 we see him living with the consequences of the choice that he made and he tries and he tries to keep telling himself he made the right decision, and yet the more he does, the more it blows up in his face. In this first episode of season 3, he's trapped, convinced he's going to remain there where he's miserable and won't get away from it.

And if to this we add the Omega factor, where we see the tally marks of the day's she's been there, the growth of her hair, the way she goes from believing she'll make it out the next day from seeming a little more resigned, just performing her tasks until the next opportunity shows up - it was mostly just the tally marks and that time skip that hit me, tbh.

Due to mental illness, I convinced myself moving away from home and living independently was where I belonged. It was cool when it started and I've learned a lot and there have been great things and what I've learned is never going to leave me, but I've also had more family problems and more mental breakdowns than I ever had back home. It's been blowing up in my face over and over again to the point where it feels like this city is flat out rejecting me and I don't want to anymore. But now there are actually things that are tying me here and leaving isn't that easy anymore.

From the trailers, it would seem Crosshair eventually makes up with his family and returns home. I hope I can see a parallel between us in that aspect too sooner rather than later.

I'm shaken after watching that first episode, this is mostly just me rambling and being emotional because that episode hit some very sensitive fibers lol please go ahead and keep enjoying the premiere

#my long-ass way of saying i just wanna go home #it's uncanny how much i see myself in him #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #crosshair #moonstrider speaks #clone force 99 #star wars tbb #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb s3 #bad batch spoilers

[dinlukewarrior]

Anakin is a Shit Jedi Master

aka, I finally watched Tales of the Jedi and I CANNOT get over how terrible of a master Anakin is

(disclaimer: I have not seen tcw so you know. feel free to come to my house and kill me or whatever)

so first off he's late to this extremely important test/showcase (padawan final exam?) for Ashoka

(the Jedi Masters that bothered to attend--Yoda and Obi-Wan--are already there. so he's late for his padawan in front of his master AND boss which is crazy. Anakin stays not giving a fuck about anyone)

2. he doesn't seem to regret or be bothered by being late at ALL and THEN IN THE SAME sentence admits that "he really wouldn't know" if Ashoka is a fast learner / how she's doing as a padawan

(hands off is one thing, this mf has his left foot out too ! )

then, when Ashoka aces this test with flying colors (wowing the younglings who are watching her) does Anakin say "hi Ashoka. so sorry I was late to your extremely important Jedi Test. You did amazing. I'm so proud of you" ? NO

3. he jumps right into "actually the test sucked. you have no skills"

which, okay, he COULD HAVE said "omg snips! great job. however, I noticed some weaknesses in the training droids. I think you can do even better. we need to step it up."

he did not do that. 0 points for emotional intelligence.

4. THEN THERE'S THIS SADISTIC TEST HE DEVISES

a/n: ok, yes. I know the entire point of this episode is to show how Anakin actually did train Ashoka perfectly to defend herself from a clone army (aka Order 66) and saved her life. THAT'S NOT THE POINT. it's the way he did it

the first time Ashoka gets knocked out, she's out FOR AN HOUR. AN HOUR. at this point, we know the clones themselves are starting to get worried bc Anakin says "Don't worry, she'll wake up."

when she DOES blink into consciousness, does Anakin re-assure her? does he have a juice box for her? does he give her some pointers before they re-set? NO! THIS MAN JUST THROWS HER BACK IN

It's genuinely cruel.

If this wasn't a TV show, if she was anyone other than Ashoka, she would get both extremely sick and frustrated/humiliated. Ofc Ashoka pushes through bc that's the plot but I could not believe how obviously fucked up she is during the episode.

Anakin doesn't even attempt to break her fall when she conks her head (approx. 3457 times) on the durasteel floor

under no stretch of the imagination is this an effective teaching method. Ashoka just 'happens' to get it bc...she's that bitch idk what to tell you.

so, Anakin's approach to being a "Jedi Master" is to 1) be almost totally absent, 2) care 0% about his padawan's physical and emotional health, and 3) take her into battle as a child soldier and do war crimes for enrichment

IN SUM: obviously, Ashoka needs to be tested and pushed--like all Jedi padawan--to be sharp and extremely skilled. but the way Anakin treats her shows a complete lack of compassion or even basic human decency.

#someone who loves you wouldn't do this #everyone send me anti-anakin ashoka edits it's for my health #anakin slander #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #ashoka tano #tales of the jedi #sw totj #another example of this would make the average person go darkside but most people don't go genocidal maniac over being mistreated #anakin enjoyers will be like 'the jedi were corrupt and bad for the youth!' meanwhile this is anakin's tweenager teaching method #anakin 'training' ashoka: omg rex. shoot her with your blaster like 27 times. hahaha she's gonna take so long to wake up. #lmao rex do it again