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horang-07 · 6 months

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FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!

i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.

i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.

in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.

this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable

it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.

then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.

he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.

finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.

it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.

in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #eden rambles #william afton #matthew lillard #springtrap #five nights at freddy's #fnaf spoilers #idk i thought it was a great scene #ppl just need to manage their expectations of what fnaf 1 Actually Is in isolation #not the years of other media and fandom and lore and theory #we literally saw him get springlocked one time in 8 bit with no audio and four frames. how is this worse in comparison #wanna make another post talking abt how the film explores images vs the reality when you look deeper #specifically abby and her drawings/the drawings at freddys vs mike’s motivation being based on the images he sees in his dreams #and how it’s so perfect for fnaf 1 being a game almost entirely made of just scary images without actually exploring the reality #that these robots are Children and Scared and Lost #tldr the fort scene was necessary

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roseghoul26 · 22 days

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Chapter 1: In A Faith-Forgotten Land

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

Synopsis: A fic based off the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift. After a startling introduction to the man, Arthur Morgan became the most important part of your life. Married at a young age to an older, wealthy man to help your family, you were trapped in a loveless marriage, your only sense of escape with the rugged cowboy. Will you be able to keep your affair hidden, or will your husband find out, and destroy the last thing that made you happy? Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Strangers To Lovers, Infidelity, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns Used For Reader, Period Typical Misogyny Author's Note: welcome to my first ever non-oneshot fic! hope you enjoy! Chapter List

The first time you met Arthur Morgan, you had quite literally crashed into the man.

It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal; you would’ve just said your apologies and went on your way, never to see each other again. And that’s what would’ve happened, if it wasn't for the fact that it was in your house, during the middle of the night, while he was trying to rob you.

You were no stranger to robberies, your house being a prime target for thieves; it was secluded, sitting in the rural area between Rhodes and Saint Denis; it was rich-looking, with three visible floors and a basement; and it had low security. The last issue you had tried many times to get resolved, but to no avail. Maybe this time you’d get your husband to spend the extra money for guards.

Normally, would-be thieves would be too loud as they entered, alerting either you or your husband of their presence, and he was able to scare them off before they could get their hands on anything.

This time, though, you hadn’t heard a single thing. The only reason you were downstairs in the kitchen was because you needed a glass of water. In the darkness, the only source of light being the candle in your hand and a few oil lamps outside, you hadn’t seen the form of the man, bumping straight into him as you rubbed sleep from your eyes.

The two of you stood deathly still, watching each other with bated breath. You hadn’t made a noise, even though the smart thing to do would be to start screaming your head off. Something about this felt… different, for some reason. You slowly brought up the light, making sure to not startle the intruder, just in case he had an eager trigger finger.

You weren’t able to gleam many details of the man, mainly because of the low light, but also because a bandana covered the lower half of his face. He had medium length hair, the color indiscernible, and he wore a simple blue button up and a pair of jeans. The most interesting thing you saw on him, though, was his hat. It was visibly well-loved, the leather ripped and worn from years of use, and you were able to make out a clear bullet-hole on the rim of it. A piece of rope wrapped around it, the material frayed and barely hanging on.

It was when you opened your mouth to speak that he moved, bringing a finger up to his covered lips in a hush gesture. “Don’t scream,” you heard him mutter. Whatever voice you were expecting the stranger to have, it certainly wasn’t that. It was low, gravely, with a pleasant drawl that had you shivering. Or maybe it was the cold. You were only in a nightgown, after all.

You shook your head fervently, creating wind that threatened to blow out the fragile flame of your candle, trying to express to the man without opening your mouth that you were in fact not about to cry for help. He seemed to relax at that, but it was difficult to tell what he was feeling, the only gauge being his eyes and hard to read body language.

“So,” you began, holding your free hand up reassuringly when he tensed up again, expecting you to go back on your word, like any sane person would do. “So,” you tried again, “what do you need?” You made sure to keep your voice as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert the other person in the house.

The stranger cocked his head, rightfully confused by your question. You confused yourself with your own question, but it was the only way you could think to proceed the conversation. “I ain’t quite sure what you mean, miss.”

“You're in here for a reason, so what is it? What do you need?” When you were met with silence, you were starting to get impatient. Hell, all you wanted was a glass of water and to go back to your warm bed, but now you had to deal with a stranger in your house. You half-debated just leaving him to his devices and dealing with the consequences in the morning. It’s not like you cared about the expensive items in your house; they didn’t even belong to you. “Money? Food? Shelter? Or are you here to extort Mr. Kerrigan?” You added with a chuckle, but only you seemed to find it amusing.

When he continued to stare at you like you’d grown a second head, you sighed. “Look, if you aren’t gonna say anything, then you should leave. He could wake up at any minute, and he isn’t going to be so nice about this.”

That seemed to do the trick, pulling him out of whatever deep thought he was in. You watched his eyes dance around, before he slowly started to back away. You saw that he was wearing spurs, which made his silent entry that much more bewildering. “You don’t gotta-”

Your name being called had you both freezing, and you saw him bring his finger up again. Turning your head to look up the staircase behind you, you were able to see the silhouette of your husband at the top, glancing down at you with hands on his hips. You heard him call out your name again, annoyance evident in his voice. Even without the attitude, it was much less pleasant sounding than the strangers, but now it was downright irritating. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you responded with a soft hm?

“Everything alright down there?”

Glancing back over at the intruder, your mouth gaped uselessly as you tried to come up with an excuse that would keep him upstairs. The man stood ready to bolt, not quite sure what you were about to say. “Yeah,” you stuttered out before he got even more annoyed. Your husband, Hans Kerrigan, was someone who did not wait for an answer. “I, uh, stubbed my toe,” you offered lamely, not sounding confident even to your ears.

Turning your head back to the staircase, you half-expected to see him descending, but were pleasantly relieved when you saw him still standing at the top. “You sure?” He questioned, and you nodded, even though you knew that he wouldn’t be able to see it.

“Yeah. I’ll… I’ll be back up in a minute.”

After a moment of tense silence, you heard him sigh. “Alright. Just be quiet.” With that, his figure disappeared, and you let out a breath of relief. Turning your head back around, you were surprisingly disappointed to find empty air. For a moment, you stood there, fully convinced that you had just imagined the whole scenario.

The fading scent of gunpowder and tobacco told you that it was real.

Bewildered, you went to the front door, testing it with a few quick turns. It moved easily, no longer locked like it was hours prior, and you were sure to fix it. The next rational thing to do would be to plant something behind the door, because the intruder clearly would be able to lockpick it right back open, just as he had done the first time.

Instead, you turned back toward the kitchen, continuing out on the task you had originally set out to do. You were definitely not as thirsty as you were minutes ago, but you still poured a small glass just for the sake of it, and you set down the candle on the counter. Sipping slowly, you couldn’t get the man out of your head, for multiple reasons. The most obvious reason was that he had broken into your house, so of course you were going to be thinking about it. But you would be a liar if you said that there wasn’t something… alluring about him. His voice was already plaguing your mind, and there was an almost kindness about him that you weren’t expecting that had you replaying the events in your head.

There were so many things that he could’ve done to hurt you, but he didn’t. Not once did he reach for a weapon, remembering now the gun belt hanging loosely from his hips. Not once did he seriously threaten you, only telling you to not scream for help. Not once did he make any move to restrain or hurt you, keeping his space. You knew that it was crazy that something like that would be the epitome of kindness for you, but it wasn't like you were seeing it anywhere else. He was probably the nicest interaction you’d had in the last year, maybe even longer. God, did you enjoy the company of the man who broke into your house?

Having long since finished the small cup, you set in gently on the countertop, the glass ringing out with a soft noise. Not quite ready to go back to bed, you made your way to one of the windows that lined the front of the house, glancing out into the night-filled yard. Trees swayed in the wind as you gazed over the yard, and it looked undisturbed, the only sign of life being a small skunk that skittered across the grass. After closer examination, however, you were able to see a light trail of footprints in the dirt path leading to the front door, one set heading toward it and another moving away. You hoped that the wind would carry them away by the morning.

A couple minutes of watching out the window turned into several, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of the man. It was only when a cold draft from the window hit your body, causing you to shiver. Right, you were only in your nightgown. Running your hands up and down your body, you tore yourself away, quickly making your way back up the stairs after grabbing the candle.

Skipping the first room that greeted you when you reached the top, you opened the second room’s door slowly, extinguishing the candle's flame with a puff of air. Your bed greeted you, and you were able to see the shape of Hans under the covers, back facing your side of the bed. Stepping softly across the wooden floors, you slipped under the silk sheets without making any noise. The bed shifted under your weight, and you froze, waiting to see if you woke the man beside you. When he didn’t stir, you settled in fully, still warm from when you were laying in it earlier.

You really did try to fall asleep, trying to think of anything besides the stranger, but you found yourself going back to him in your mind. You really shouldn’t be thinking about him this much, but you found yourself not caring. This was the most interesting thing to happen in a while, so you were going to enjoy it while you could.

As you tossed and turned in your bed, you were eventually able to fall asleep, your dreams luckily free of the stranger. Yet one thought rang through your mind the entire time.

You needed to see him again.

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Rhodes was a quaint town, red dust painting every surface available, and contained a few businesses that provided a livable amount of money for the town.

You hated it.

It was definitely a quaint town, old-fashioned in every sense of the world, stuck in pre-war ideas and mindsets. The dust was irritating, staining anything remotely light a deep russet red, which took hours to get out. And the businesses there would be fine if they weren’t blindly loyal to the Gray family, and showed nothing but contempt for outsiders.

You would’ve liked to stay home today, as it was far enough away from the godawful town that you didn’t have to deal with it, but here you were, stuffed into a tight carriage with your husband across from you. He needed to run into the town today, needing to talk with the bank there about something you weren’t quite sure about. He purposely kept you out of his business affairs, claiming that it was no talk for a lady.

You knew very little about your husband’s job, besides for the fact that he was very wealthy and very powerful. You also knew that he ran some kind of distillery of sorts, but that’s about it. Whenever you asked, he shrugged you off.

So you had kept your mouth shut when he woke you this morning, bringing you to accompany him during his short trip. Like normal, you had gotten ready on your own, Hans disappearing into his office. You had felt a strange calling to wear a blue dress today, and you kept your hair free of any pins and ribbons, not quite wanting to put the effort into your appearance today. You were tired, but you hadn't been able to remember why.

It was when you had headed downstairs, past the locked door of his office, that you remembered. A large, dusty footprint dirtied the kitchen floor, which you normally kept pristine. It had all come back to you then like a wave, the strange man in your house. His voice, his demeanor, the clothes he wore, everything. With a gasp, you had quickly swept away the mark with your stocking-covered foot, most likely dirtying the garment, but you didn’t care. You just had to get it out of sight before Hans came downstairs.

You had barely managed to make it disappear before you heard the creak of the stairs as he descended them, an indiscernible look on his face as he regarded you. After exchanging your usual morning pleasantries, and after you had made him a cup of coffee, the two of you had set out , boarding the carriage that he had hired for the house. Even after two years of marriage, you still hadn’t wrapped your head around the sheer amount of money Hans had.

Tucked into Ringneck Creek, your house was surrounded completely by thick forest and shallow water, with ample amounts of wildlife that were enjoyable to watch. The natural formation of the ground had been altered, though, when the house was built, having created a path that connected it to the main road, but it was still quite a ways from it. It made the ride to towns that much longer, though.

So now here you sat, fiddling with your bag as you watched the passing greenery.You had about a ten minute ride to Rhodes, and about twenty to the bigger city of Saint Denis, so you settled back into your seat, your husband staring out the window in a similar manner, as there was never much to talk about between the two of you.

It was crazy to you, that you’d been married for only two years, because it sure as hell felt longer than that. And it wasn’t like you had a choice when it came to marrying the man across from you. Your parents needed the money, at risk of losing their entire tobacco industry that they created, so they had married you off to Hans Kerrigan, the rich businessman who’d been a bachelor longer than you’d been alive. He needed a wife, and they needed money, so it was an easy decision, one that you had no say in. Archaic, yes, but necessary.

Hans Kierrigan was at least twenty years your senior, with silver hair to account for his age. He wasn’t completely unattractive, no, but he certainly wasn’t your type, one big reason being how much older he was to you. A thick beard covered his lower face, and you had yet to see him without it. He had dull, steel-colored eyes, and his brow was always furrowed, like he was constantly deep in thought.

He wasn’t a terrible husband, but wet paper had more personality than him. He only cared about one thing, that being money, and trying to talk to him was like talking to a wall. You think you’ve only heard him crack one joke during the entire time you’ve known him, and it was when he was absolutely hammered. He provided for you, keeping your necessities fulfilled, and sent monthly allotments of money to your family to keep them afloat. In return, you remained loyal to him over the past years, you looked after the house, took care of him when need be, and were expected to bear him a child, which proved to be a more difficult task than imagined. You were also expected to keep up public appearances, Mr. And Mrs. Kerrigan the talk of towns, the American Dream couple.

He wasn’t mean, having never raised a hand to you or screamed at you, so for that you were grateful. He never touched you, quite frankly, and when the two of you were intimate, he would limit contact as much as possible.You knew that other girls in similar situations couldn’t say the same, so you counted your blessings, no matter how small they were.

However, just like any man, he had his flaws. He wasn’t a person to wait for things, expecting to receive them on a golden platter, and he never took ‘no’ for an answer. He was also extremely controlling, some days worse than others, and you always needed his permission before doing something. You wanted to go into the city? He was accompanying you, limiting you to certain areas. You wanted to send a letter? He was reading them, making you re-write them if he didn’t like the content. You wanted to learn how to garden? That time he had laughed in your face, and you never asked again.

Needless to say, you weren’t happy. You felt trapped, lonely, and like your life was coming to a complete standstill. You had dreams and aspirations before this marriage. You wanted to inherit the family’s business, you wanted to go to school, you wanted to travel the world. Hell, you had wanted a true relationship with someone, never having one before Hans. And now those dreams were buried in the dirt, rotting. You almost envied them.

The only moments you found yourself feeling some semblance of joy was when Hans went away, which happened quite frequently, and for long periods of time. During those days and weeks by your lonesome, you felt like you were able to move more freely, and you did things that he normally wouldn’t allow. You snuck into the city under the cover of the night. You had a little garden hidden behind some trees, where he was never going to find it, because he never explored the woods surrounding the house. If you had people to write to, you would’ve sent them countless letters. But even all that couldn’t combat the loneliness that you felt. It’s teeth sunk into your heart, poisoning everything you did with a melancholic venom.

But if your family was thriving, then you would force a smile on your face every morning. The eldest of ten siblings, it was your responsibility to make sure your family would have a successful future. If halting your own life meant everyone else got to continue with theirs, then you’d stay. But you missed them, not having seen them since the day your father had approached you with the marriage certificate in his hands and Hans trailing behind him. You knew they had moved houses soon after you got married, so if your husband would even let you send a letter to them, you had no idea where to send it to.

But you knew that they were well, which was all you needed to know. Sighing lightly, you felt Hans cold eyes on you, forcing you out of your thoughts. “What’s wrong?” He asked, the question coming from a place of habit rather than care, and instinctively you felt a smile force its way onto your lips.

“Nothing’s the matter,” you lied, and it sounded more confident than your lie last night. “Sorry.”

Either satisfied with your answer, or he simply didn’t care that much, he nodded, before returning to glance out the window. Every conversation with Hans felt scripted like that, and it was exhausting. Refraining from sighing again, you joined in looking out the window, you were startled to find the familiar shapes of Rhodes outside, the journey being pretty much over.

It only took another half-a-minute before the carriage was coming to a halt outside the bank, which was on your right. On your left you saw a prison wagon drive past, with two men on horses accompanying it. It wasn’t unusual for there to be a prison wagon in town, a lot of bounty hunters picking up work from the Scarlett Meadows Sheriff’s Office. What nearly caused you to stumble in surprise as Hans helped you out of the carriage was a familiar hat adorning the driver of the wagon. Yet again, you weren’t able to get a good glimpse of him, and Hans’ voice halted you from following the stranger with your eyes.

“I’ll be in there for a bit,” Hans explained, gesturing to the bank. “Go ahead and wait for me right out here.”

“Could I run to the store? I need some things for dinner tonight,” you felt the lie tumble from you before you could stop it.

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, you did need to buy some supplies, but it definitely wasn’t what you were expecting to do today. He seemed to buy it, relenting after some thought. “Alright,” he started backing away toward the bank, “meet me over here when you’re done. Don’t take too long.” He paused for a moment. “You got enough money?” He asked, nodding to your bag which you held in one of your hands. It was kind of a ridiculous question, but you nodded anyway. Without another word, he walked into the bank, finally leaving you to your lonesome.

As quickly as you could without drawing attention to yourself, you crossed over to the store before avoiding it completely. The men had all dismounted their rides, their horses hitched up on to the post outside of the office. A group of four men stood at the base of the stairs, deep in conversation. The only person you were able to recognize was Sheriff Leigh Gray, who was partially facing you as he talked with the three unrecognizable men.

At least, two of them were unrecognizable.

That familiar hat became even more clear as you approached. It looked even more worn in the sunlight, the brown leather turning a sandy tan in certain spots. The owner of said hat had his back to you, but you were still able to hear his voice clearly. It was just as you remembered, gravely and low and you could listen to it for ages. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as you approached, and you forgot how nice it was to have a genuine one. Your wish of seeing him again was happening faster than you thought it would.

You realized you had no idea what you were going to say to the men, causing you to second guess what you were doing. It’s not like you could go up and say Hey, weren’t you in my house last night? Luckily Leigh saved you from having to come up with anything, his concerned expression turning to a welcoming one as he finally saw you.

He clapped one of the men he was talking with on the shoulder, who had longer black hair that fell to his shoulders, slicked back with pomade. “You remember me tellin’ you ‘bout the Kerrigans?” The men gave partially-interested noises in response. “Well,” he gestured to you with his free hand, and the black haired man followed where he was pointing, turning around to face you completely. He was richly dressed, wearing something you’d see your husband wear, not a bounty hunter. Weird.

The other man also turned. He also had brown hair, with a thick beard similar to Hans’. He was chewing on a piece of straw, and you watched him play with the repeater in his hands, antsy. The only one who didn’t turn to you was the man with the hat, but you heard him hum inquisitively to Leigh as you halted a few feet behind the group.

“Let me introduce y’all to Mrs. Kerrigan.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader

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1800jjbarnes · 10 months

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солдат | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : He was your families enemy and an enmey of the state, but yet you can't help but melt when his ice-cold metal hand touches you in just the right places.

『Word count』 : 1.81k

-> Genre : Smut, Angst.

Paring: Winter Soldier x Avengers!Reader

[Warnings] : dark themes. Metion of hydra and torture. Mcu cannon violence. Insecurities, fear. Hongjoong is very broken. Mention of weapons. Smut, eating out. Nipple play. Making out. Clothing being ripping off (literally). Marking kink. Pleasure bruising.

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Sneaking around became the easiest thing for you. Being quiet, a true assassin, as Nat would say. It became your specialty out in the field for missions, taking another path from the rest, gliding along the floor without a sound before attacking the enemy from behind without them ever being able to catch a glance at you. This skill of yours became your trump card for sneaking out at night. Whether you were staying in your apartment in the Avengers compound or staying the week at the sanctum sanctorum with Wong and your overly protective brother, Stephen. No one ever noticed you were gone for hours in the night or missing at odd hours through the day. Who would, though? Besides your brother. You were a SHIELD agent before an Avenger, and no one fully trusts SHIELD agents ever since Hydra tried to take over the world, basically.

But you guess they had every right to hate SHIELD. You hated them, too. You hated what they did to everyone. What they did to you. Jumping over a fence gate to start through a dimly lit alleyway. It's the same alley you take every night. You’ve taken this path so many times you think you could do it with your eyes closed. Down the alley, across the fourth street, take the fire escape up to the eighth floor through the window of apartment 802 and then;

“Doll…” His voice was deep, dark. Your body felt him before your eyes could gaze at him. His hands were on your waist, tugging at the hem of your jacket. You could smell the tattered leather and whiskey aroma seeping off him. His breath pooled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He was pure sin, a walking red flag. But god, you loved everything about it.

“Hello, Soldat.” Your words slipped off your tongue like beautiful vintage wine, seductive and tasteful. You missed this, miss him. You had been away on missions for the past month, spending nights craving to see your dark soldier. He finally turned you around, letting you see his blue eyes. His lustful eyes stared intensely into yours, reading your expression. A moment of silence pooled around both of you. The sound of the distant traffic and people being rowdy on the night streets all seemed to disappear. Fade out. Leaving only you and him.

“You took too long.” His gravelled voice made you chuckle. He almost sounded sad that you had taken so long to get back to him, and in truth, he was worried he would miss you entirely. He was only in the city for another 2 weeks or so before Hydra shipped him back to one of the bases. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fight them, as they had his code words to keep him in check. But when he met you a couple of months ago while he was on a stakeout, it changed him. You made him feel again.

Maybe being a villain wasn’t something he was good at, as he thought. Anyone of those Hydra agents would have killed you for getting too close, but he willingly let you in without even knowing. And now here he is. Craving your touch when you're gone, missing your voice when he sleeps. His life has been nothing but hatred and darkness, and now he has a light.

His lips attached to yours, not letting you think of any excuse for you being away. The kiss was nothing but lustful and rough, his large body flush against yours, pushing you slowly until your back hit the wall with a thump. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer―if that was even possible―.

“Soldat…” His label slipped off your tongue perfectly as he pulled away from your lips so he could latch them onto the hot flesh of your neck, He wastes no time to snake his hands under your shirt, gliding his hot flesh and cold metal fingers on your skin. The different temperature sends shivers down your spine. You drop your hands to grab the hem of your shirt so you could undress cause you know too well if he had to wait any longer he would just start ripping fabric and you don’t want to walk home again without any panties like last time.

“Pretty….” He whispered, seeing your top half bare―having pulled your bra off along with your shirt―. His rough hands gripped your hips before chucking you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom into the very empty apartment. He chucked you onto the mattress that has only one lone sheet on it and a pillow. You hit the bed with a huff, sitting up on your elbows to watch your soldier unclip his tactical straps, letting his knife holsters fall to the ground. He didn’t remove anything else just yet. He needed to taste you, and his clothes were taking too long to remove.

“All mine.” He smirked sadistically, feeling proud of himself to have such a gorgeous thing below him. He locked his lips with your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud while his metal hand pinched the other.

“James please…” you begging while using his real name sparked something in him. Something almost human…. a low growl followed by his hands gripping your panties before ripping them off you. So much for not ruining any of your clothes. He dived into your core without another second, giving you a sharp shock to your system when his tongue met with your hot dripping core. You would have felt an unbelievable amount of embarrassment by the noises coming from your lips. Or the fact you have the winter soldier, the cruellest assassin between your legs. But you couldn’t care less. The feeling of his tongue, his hands, his body, him, being against you. It was your own villainous heaven. And you wanted more, more, more.

“Soldat I’m―” Before you could finish your sentence you felt the band in your stomach snap, cumming all over James's face. He grunted slightly, moving back up your body quickly. He was brutal, biting, sucking, and licking your hot flesh, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake for you to admire in the mornings to come.

“My pretty hero, falling apart for her soldier.” You whine, his words melted your core, but you also felt cringe slightly at the pet name. He knew you hated that label, but he used it anyway. To tease you for being ‘such a good girl’ in his words. Hero? Would a hero be fucking the enemy right now? Would the hero be in love with the villain? What kind of enemies-to-lover crap concept is that? You weren’t a hero. You were more, morally grey than anything. You would never agree with what Hydra does, but then again, James didn’t agree with them either, but it was all he knew or all he remembered. All he is and was.

But some of the things these so-called heroes do are just as bad. It was just because they were labelled as heroes that they got away with it. Your brother and the Avengers were heroes. Not you. You didn’t care for the world. The world never cared for you, so why should you try and save something that never loved you in the first place? All you wanted was your soldier, your fucked up, broken, villainous but caring soldier.

“James...” His eyes snapped up to yours the second he heard his name slip off your tongue. He felt the position of sucking on your thighs to bring his lips to yours, giving you a slow, drawn-out kiss. It was a soothing kiss, filled with passion, unlike the rougher ones he had given you earlier in the night. He wanted it to last, just for a moment, so he could feel what it was like to be normal. To feel the humanity you gifted him. He finally pulls away to look you in the eyes so he can hear your question, but his heart stops when your words slip from your lips.

“Let’s run away…”

Run?

He never thought of that. Running away from Hydra. Even after all these years of captivity and when they slowly extended his leash ever so slightly until he was alone to finally have peace and quiet. He never once thought running was an option. That is until he met you. His hands snaked up from their tight grip on your hips to lay on either side of your face. His nose grazed your own, closing your eyes for a moment. You both basked in the comforting silence. You knew he wouldn’t answer right away. Heck, you didn’t even know the answer for your own emotions to the question. Are you really willing to run? Run from being an Avenger? Run from your brother. God, he would kill you if he found out….

“Okay…” He uttered, sounding ever so slightly afraid. A shake in his tone.

“Okay.” You whispered for confirmation, letting your hand cup his cheek, making him nuzzle into it. His lips pressed against yours once again, feeling an alluring sense of happiness. He was the only thing you wanted, and you to him.

The sound of a zipper catches your attention but his tongue in your mouth successfully distracts you and it’s only until you feel the heat from the tip of his cock meet your entrance, that you knew he was pushing slowly into you.

“James…” You gasped into the kiss, making him pull away so he could sit up, gripping your hips in order to thrust more harshly. He watched you slowly come undone, whining, gripping the sheet and rolling your eyes at the vigorous ecstasy you were feeling. He watched the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts or the way a reddish blush takes over your face. You were so perfect to him. His little hero, his angel. The love of his life. The person he wants to be with forever.

“I love you…” His words came out in a grunt as he picked up the pace, gliding his metal hand down to circle your clit. You wiggled and panted under him, crying from the pleasure but also for the fact he said those three words. The words you craved to hear slip from his mouth one day, and they finally did.

“I love you too. So, so much.” Tears wet your cheeks, making him lean down to kiss the falling tears away. He was in too deep with you―metaphorically and literally―and he was going to do anything to have you, protect you. Even if that meant killing everyone in Hydra with his bare fucking hands or hurting some of those so called heroes that might try and take you away from him. You are his and he wasn’t going to let anyone have you ever again.

“Mine…”

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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teen reader who comes from our world with our version of Greek/other version mythology which is different from the ror world. Like reader being deathly terrified of Aphrodite(cue confused and slightly upset Aphrodite) since she appears to give harsh treatment to other beautiful women in some versions. Reader being confused Shiva didn’t destroy Zeus since apparently he’s stronger than him, etc. (hope I didn’t get any info wrong, sorry if I did)

-It had been an accident, you had been caught between two feuding gods, and due to it, you were sent to an alternate universe, one that didn’t seem so… so violent.

-There was still violence in this new world, but there seemed to be less of it.

-You found yourself in the alternate dimension’s Valhalla, which looked like a paradise, and after you arrived, literally with a bang, flash banging everyone, they were all stunned to see you there, looking confused as to where you were.

-The humans and gods, many whom you recognized but they weren’t the same as the ones you knew- something you were easily able to tell.

-Zeus was patient, listening to your words, about this other world, not overly afraid of him. He stroked his beard, a little confused, “Y/N- why aren’t you afraid of me?”

-You tilted your head to the side, confused, “You seem pretty nice, but you’re not one of the gods I had a lot of interactions with, Shiva killed you because he was stronger than you.”

-Shiva and Zeus looked at each other in shock and Shiva sent him a small grin before Zeus quickly responded, “Don’t even think about it.” Which caused some laughter to flitter through the room.

-You told them other things, looking around at the different warriors and gods around you- they were so unlike the ones you were used to, but they seemed curious about you, wanting to know more about their alternate dimension counterparts.

-Aphrodite approached you and many were stunned, Aphrodite included, when you reeled back in fear, looking downright terrified of her as you stammered, trying not to look directly at her.

-Aphrodite then spoke, “Y/N- why are you so scared of me?” you hesitated in answering, as your Aphrodite was a cruel woman, who wouldn’t hesitate to torture others whom she felt was a threat to her own beauty, men and women alike, and she was known to cut down those who she felt were unworthy when they looked at her.

-You told her the truth, hoping she would be forgiving if you told her the truth, you weren’t expecting to see so many, Loki, Buddha, several of the humans, and Zeus, to start roaring with laughter while Aphrodite pouted, looking annoyed that she was such a vengeful goddess- she used to be, but not so much anymore, and nothing to the degree you were describing her as.

-Loki slid up beside you, looking mischievous, “What about me?” you looked at him, “You’re the one who caused Ragnarok in my world- after you killed Baldr with mistletoe, then you brought Fenrir and the world serpent with the funny name to attack the gods. Fenrir ate Odin and Thor fought the serpent before dying from being poisoned. You then died after fighting Heimdall when you tried to escape.”

-Jaws were dropped and eyes were wide as Loki looked a bit sheepish, being glared at by Odin and Thor, “Hey now- I would never do that- but I do have to admit I am impressed!”

-Thor was quick to take a swing at him, making Loki hide behind you while Hercules was stunned, “Your world sure sounds scary Y/N- it’s almost intimidating to hear about the gods of your world.”

-You nodded softly, “I did my best to survive, especially when I went to Valhalla myself, I had to learn to keep my head down just to keep it attached to my neck.”

-They looked almost perturbed, hearing this, you were just a kid, in their eyes as everyone was a kid to them, before you spoke up, “Would I be able to stay here? You all seem nicer than those in my world.” Your request was a little surprising but Hades, who wanted to know more about this dark world you called home, ruffled your hair, “Of course you can Y/N.”

-You almost deflated, relaxing for the first time in who knows how long as you beamed, thanking them all. You were so happy to finally be safe!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror aphrodite #ror loki #ror zeus #ror shiva #ror thor #ror odin

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meatyarms · 11 months

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ּ Breed Kink Sevika ּ 1,070

ּ She’s all about the bulge of your stomach when she pours into you, just the sight of your soft, delicate body with a little hump of her cum sneaks her bottom lip under her teeth a bit too fast, biting blindly until the fresh blood slips into her tongue turning her face into something terrible— the skin finally gave up after hours of her canine harassing it.

ּ This kink runs too deep in her that not even a moment into your relationship she had already introduced the particular toy— breeding strap, goodness knows how many inches it pushes, you were not counting when your jaw hit the floor gaping at its structure.

ּ Unlike you, it wasn’t her first time using it. She’s got the experience of an expert, and practice.

ּ “Such a pretty pussy for me to fill”, “gonna pump your guts out, princess”,,

ּ Her muscle memory carries a ton yet never once failed her, works her whole body on yours like a craft.

ּ Missionary, missionary, missionary, this woman performs in that position. Hazel eyes frozen under a crowd of wrinkled knitted brows, this very expression would mean trouble if it weren’t fixated on your stomach area. Looking, observing the outward shape of the strap- her dick building each full thrust.

ּ Cussing under her breath at its every appearance as she starts slow, in awe by how your belly button stretches out from the size of her. Now she wants to feel it, circles a finger around it, kisses it. Fondles it like it’s another one of you.

ּ A whole mountain-full of her cock forming so goddamn deep within you makes her eyes bling with lust, it feeds her, keeps her eyelids splayed for longer than they should just drying them up from how bad she needs to see it.

ּ And without a doubt imagines how it would feel If it were her own flesh and meat feeling the searing insides of your cunt, it literally does something to her.

ּ It adds more impulse on her hips, bigger numbers to her pace, makes more heavy and passionate her breathing and washes sultry red onto her skin.

ּ The desire to grow a cock of her own and fuck you with it helps her pound harder into you, running after that high— cumming inside you for that bulge.

ּ “Gonna cum inside you, baby”, “gonna- gonna pump a goddamn baby into yo-”,,

ּ Spreads your legs apart as she stills the whole thing in, not giving you a chance to bunch together like you desperately want to; they tend to come in the way and hide the filling from her.

ּ She’d watch, oh she’d let her eyes stalk for that build up in your steaming insides.

ּ Would beat whoever the fuck she has to just to be able to impregnate you, and when her cum inflates your navel you know she imagines it going straight to your unbothered egg.

ּ There she immediately stops this chain of thought. It only upsets her, the sour fact that non of it is real.

ּ It’s maudlin how she wants to drag that chance out of her dreams and have it, just so hell-bent on pumping a family into you.

ּ Her family.

ּ Always heats up the liquid before use, she likes the cum seeping inside of you to be hot, wouldn’t wanna miss out on you melting and fumbling at its temperature.

ּ Doesn’t pull out once she’s finished— not even for a while after— as to trap it all in.

ּ And how she salivates at the ample trickles that would escape from your folds, sliding down your inner thighs in a rush to mess the sheets with white fluid. Every drop speaks on just how full she made you, the pearls of her work. Her pridefulness grows unmatched here.

ּ Finally pulls out when the sensations are long dead, her focus severely divided between the utterly drenched strap and your leaking pussy.

ּ Her fingers would gravitate to you always, sliding the cum back in then covers your hole with two pads for surety.

ּ “Must take it all, sweetheart”, “want it to swim in your pussy only”,,

ּ Would definitely overstimulate you just to relive the fantasy over and again.

ּ “Can’t stop filling you up, baby”, “got a lotta seed for you to take”,,

ּ This one’s a listener, goes nuts when you describe the feeling in its purest form— right after she fills you up. Your approval equals succour to her unbearable thirst for a real dick.

ּ “How does it feel, baby?”, “tell me how good it is, sweetheart”,,

ּ Closes the distance between your faces in an effort to capture all of your weary little murmurs, softening the tension amid her eyebrows and pupils affectionately searching for yours which are…well…

ּ “So..full..”,,

ּ Losing your voice by the word, your consciousness hanging by a thread, eyes hopelessly drooping. Can’t even feel the rain gushing out the corners of your mouth from how much of your senses the hot slick inside of you demands. You collapse.

ּ And she grooves on it.

ּ “good, knew you could take all of me”,,

ּ Leaving the bedroom stops nothing, not one of her corrupt urges fade, might shrink to a smaller digit in the company of others. Sevika’s apparel is of notable importance to her, but with you all primped in her lap, she falters.

ּ Wraps an arm around you, with the boozes help, she starts to let loose.

ּ Eyes prying at your abdomen more frequently as the city begins to lose light, her hand would climb up the drapes of fabric on you and land flat on the spot. Rubbing her precious, feeling its warmth, how it expands as you breathe in.

ּ It kills her to hold it in.

ּ At first you thought she was throwing a nice gesture at your dress or the dozen rhinestones on your new bedazzling belt, but no.

ּ The woman’s rotten to the core.

ּ While you sit there all coy in your little pink wear, she is halfway through roughing up the middle part of you in her twisted head. And that’s just the start.

ּ It all builds up and eventually makes her dangerously hungry, you couldn’t be ready for where her arms would go once you stepped into the house that night.

ּ “Been fuckin’ waitin’ all day”, “Imma fill you up real good, baby”,,

ּ Baby, she loves your pretty dress. But she still wants to pump into you till the stitching pops off.

,,,

ּ I definitely added a few more kinks into this one but I think it goes naturally with the breeding kink AND OH this is so lewd. I wanna call this extreme but stalker Sev is mmmgfffgg,,

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comradekatara · 4 months

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if someone in the main cast besides aang were to be born the avatar, who would you want it to be? i think toph with access to all elements would be an unstoppable menace, but i’m curious to hear your thoughts

okay so obviously AUs that entertain an avatar during atla besides aang himself clearly have no interest in upholding the fundamental themes of the show, since aang is the only possible avatar/central figure of this show. it is explicitly structured in such a way that aang’s protagonism is no sheer coincidence or accident (ie, it’s good writing). so when entertaining who would make for a compelling avatar in an AU, we also must entertain how such a figure would necessarily shift the themes of the narrative, and whether such a transformation would be interesting.

1) katara wouldn’t be interesting, because her narrative role is too proximate to aang’s to change the themes of the show in any significant way, and even though seeing katara as the avatar would undoubtedly be cool as fuck, we already have korra, who is basically like if katara was the avatar (personality and skill-wise at least) and she is, indeed, cool as fuck. so not katara.

2) zuko is also proximate to aang, and his role as the avatar would be relatively similar to his role in the show already—unlearning the dogmas of his nation to align himself with justice and balance through learning the techniques of multiple elements. it is literally not different in any way.

3) toph would be extremely powerful of course, but she is already extremely powerful, so nothing much would change. her parents would attempt to restrict her, she would escape, travel the world, hone her craft, and defeat ozai. not very interesting.

4) suki would similarly not be interesting. she is an extremely diligent and talented warrior, so she would simply train and defeat ozai with no real obstacles in her way.

5) iroh as avatar also wouldn’t change much imo. azulon would see it as a blessing and wield him as a weapon in much the same way he does in the show. iroh’s failure and betrayal would maybe put a slightly bitter target on his back, but his emotional journey would be much the same.

that leaves 6) azula, 7) sokka, 8) mai and ty lee (yue and jet would also make for pretty interesting avatars, but you did say “main cast,” and we don’t have all day besides). they would make for interest avatar AUs specifically because this role reversal necessitates a reversal of the show��s core themes.

6) avatar azula. she finds out as a child (perhaps ursa is there with her, perhaps she dies with azula’s secret), and is urged (by her desperate, terrified mother) to secrecy. no one, especially not her father, can know of her burden. she hones her firebending in broad daylight, and trains her other elements under the cover of darkness. her waterbending is more powerful under a full moon. her earthbending is so precise she can use it to pick a single flower from the garden without disturbing the feng shui. but despite ostensibly being her secondary element, her airbending still needs work (here is where she and korra happen to converge). then, one day, her precarious existence experiences a seismic shift—her older brother has been banished, and his task is singular and seemingly impossible: capture the avatar and return them to the palace in chains.

for all of zuko’s flaws, he is relentlessly stubborn, and azula knows that he will not rest until his task is completed. of course if she remains in the palace, zuko will never be able to find her or return home, but she cannot take that chance because she knows that iroh can sense what—who—she is. so she runs away. elegantly, of course. she puts it in ozai’s head that he needs to send her away for a special mission only she can complete, that will take an indefinite amount of time to accomplish. and she leaves the palace under ozai’s authority, disguises her identity, seeks out as many masters as she can find to train her, and plans her coup. she is able to recognize how palpable her fear of ozai truly is, because she has been hiding from him her whole life. and she knows that the only way to stop hiding is to defeat him. as you can see, this version proves a very different story, with different themes, different characters, and a vastly different ending. and so it compels me.

7) avatar sokka. sokka finds out he is a bender after katara finds out that she can waterbend, and after she is nearly killed for it, their mother in her place, and so he keeps quiet. especially because he first finds out he is a bender by lighting a fire in his palm. once all the men leave for war, sokka goes to the farthest outskirts of their land, under the guise of hunting, and trains with his firebending every day (of course he does also hunt. his village needs food after all). one day, while attempting a new firebending move, he launches himself ten feet in the air. and that’s how he discovers that he is also an airbender. as if being a firebender wasn’t enough of a hideous curse, he’s also the avatar. what a cruel joke life is.

one day, a fire nation ship docks in their village, and a scarred young soldier demands to know the whereabouts of the avatar. sokka clumsily fights him with his spear, his club, his boomerang. but when zuko attempts to burn him to a crisp, nothing happens. the flames merely dissipate inches away from his skin. then, in a moment of sheer desperation, sokka airbends him and his retinue back, all the way into the freezing waters of the south pole. of course, freezing waters are not enough to kill a firebender, but he’s also somewhat concussed by sokka’s boomerang, so iroh insists that zuko recover in his chambers until morning. zuko insists that he just found the avatar and has no time for recovery, but iroh claims that without his health he will never capture the avatar, and promptly locks him in his room.

sokka says a hasty goodbye to katara and kanna and makes his escape on a boat with enough supplies to last him until kyoshi island. of course katara somehow manages to stow aboard, which doesn’t surprise sokka in the slightest. after her initial shock wears down, she’s just like “so were you ever going to tell me you were the avatar???” and sokka’s like “uhhhhhh eventually…” they make it to kyoshi island, seconds away from being fed to the unagi until sokka reveals his true identity. zuko tracks them down to kyoshi island and sokka and katara are given a stronger boat and more provisions with which to escape.

since katara wants to go to the north pole, and katara always gets her way, that’s where they head, except sokka insists that he should at least find an earthbender while they traverse the massive continent before reaching the north pole. katara’s like “noo it has to be in order of the cycle!!” but sokka’s like “fuck that i’ll take what i can get.” he finds jeong jeong, and even though jeong jeong calls him an oaf, he turns out to be a pretty good student. he fears fire and values discipline, which is all jeong jeong really asks for. by some pure happenstance (because sokka and toph will always find each other) they find the perfect teacher in gaoling. she escapes with them as they head to the north pole, but once they arrive her feet are freezing and she’s forced to wear boots, at which point sokka agrees to carry her everywhere. then he meets yue and accidentally drops her.

pakku agrees to train sokka but refuses to train katara. at first sokka’s like “well it’s fine because you can learn from master yagoda how to heal and i’ll learn how to fight and then we can swap notes,” but he quickly realizes that this is a bad plan because they refuse to listen to each other, so instead he just demands that pakku teach katara. pakku is obstinate, so katara fights him, at which point he realizes that she’s kanna’s granddaughter so problem solved i guess. sokka also learns healing from yagoda, because having the ability to heal and not exercising it is silly. during the siege of the north, sokka goes to the spirit oasis to attempt to ask the spirits for aid, but the only times he’s ever been to the spirit world have been when the spirits allowed it, and as it turns out, he’s really bad at meditating. which is for the best, because it means he’s prepared for zuko’s attack, and he and katara work together to stop him. they don’t kill him, but only because yue is looking at him with fear and it makes him hesitate. then before they can stop him, zhao kills tui and yue sacrifices herself, and sokka turns into a giant spirit koi and goes apeshit in his grief.

sokka, katara, and toph decide to trust a general who will help sokka harness the power of the avatar state to defeat the firelord. sokka is all for it. he’s like “yeah i’ll be used as a weapon and kill as many people as it takes to end the war.” he’s fine with this. it’s his duty as avatar after all. so the war ends quicker than in the show. he finds a map of the fire nation, toph helps him enter the palace through a secret tunnel (cue the song), and alone he enters ozai’s throne room and fights him. he doesn’t even need to enter the avatar state to kill him. he just uses the waterbending techniques he picked up from yagoda to reach into his chest and explode his heart. sokka uses his influence as avatar and firelord-killer to end the war and navigate all the complicated postwar politics.

the end.

see? it’s not as good.

but there are still some elements that make this version compelling. for one thing, sokka would have to interact with the spirit world. a lot. and he wouldn’t be happy about it. he doesn’t like that they pose questions that don’t have answers. and so he decides to wield his power as a tool for war, rather than against it. he wields his cultural influence to exert control over the world. a story where sokka is avatar (and with no aang to temper him and make him laugh) is necessarily a story as cynical as sokka is. but if that’s what you want, then there’s no better candidate. (also, he'd come up with some really creative bending techniques, and that would be pretty interesting.)

(however, if that is really what you want, just read the kyoshi and/or yangchen novels. they’re basically just worlds populated with sokkas.)

8) finally, mai and ty lee’s stories as the avatar would be much the same, so it doesn’t matter which. they are both enlisted to join azula’s small, elite team to return zuko home in dishonor, and to capture the avatar. so they must hide in the lion’s den, obscuring their identity from those they keep closest. their world is already one of dual loyalties and secrets; what’s one more? mai and/or ty lee only reveal their true powers at the boiling rock, to keep the other safe. together, they defeat all the guards holding them back, go into the avatar state to reach the cliffside before azula’s airship departs to the western air temple. azula is outraged, shocked, and hurt. ty lee somehow talks sokka into letting them hitch a ride back, and that’s how mai and ty lee join team avatar. of course, one of them is actually the avatar, so that’s not what their team is named in this scenario. although it gets named that after they join. and mai and/or ty lee defeats ozai. the end.

this version is a version that, like azula’s, specifically explores the costs of lying and keeping your identity hidden. it is similar of course to their actual narrative, while also exacerbating the impact of aang’s initial introduction, but the stakes necessarily become even higher, and the story becomes focalized on their internal struggles in a way the show never truly did. so to any mai and/or ty lee fans, it’s compelling on those grounds alone.

in conclusion, even the more compelling alternate characters—exploring deception, secret identities, ruthless violence, and spiritual conundrums—do not actually make for more interesting protagonists than aang. i would say that azula definitely comes closest to being the most compelling alternate avatar, with sokka, mai, and ty lee being compelling insofar as it presents opportunities for their internality and cynicism to be explored. jet would also be pretty interesting thematically, but you know i hate his vibes. and yue’s narrative would completely reshape the story, so that could be compelling as well. but ultimately, aang needs to be the avatar for the story to work, and even in azula’s case, as a fascinating replacement figure, her original role in aang’s story is fascinating enough. without aang in the central role, the show just isn’t as good.

#ecothroat #asks #the gaang and #AUs #azula #sokka #(mostly)#had to put most of it under the cut because i started rambling for way too long #even though the short answer here is simply: no. aang must be the avatar #that was a lot of words to dismiss the question entirely huh?

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yxami · 1 year

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I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes, I'm using Google translator.

I literally adore all your fic. I like how you put submissive yandere boys. Personally, my favorite is the roommate brat who is very needy and masochistic. Can you write more about him? And if you can, make it a long text. I love your twisted creativity <3

Don't stop writing your fics!!

Omg of course! I’m so happy someone liked my work enough to ask for more, thank you!! I understood everything btw!!

Desc: Malakai being a jealous guy, masochism, murder, horrific themes, angst, drinking, meeting a new character and maybe a new oc if anyone likes him enough to ask about, obsession, yandere scenarios, etc.

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A car door slam made Malakai beeline towards the front window. Who was it? Was it you? You should’ve gotten home 20 minutes ago! He was going to spam call you but you scolded him the last time he did that.. which was yesterday.

He saw you say your goodbyes with such a bright smile to a person. He squinted, getting a good clear look of some guy in the car. Who was he?? Why did he think he could drive YOU to your own home. HE could do that himself, he has his own car to take you so why didn’t you ask him??

The black screen was about to tear with Malakai’s nails sinking into them like a cat trying to escape out of the house. He couldn’t believe you had the audacity to chastise him for being jealous. Look what you were doing now!

He heard the door start to unlock and he quickly got in front of view. Immediately glaring at you as you locked eyes.

You open your mouth about to say something before Malakai decided his words were more important.

“You expect me to not be upset when you go out and you pull this shit??” He folded his arms, noticeably annoyed.

“Listen, I needed a ride home and he was able to do it! Nothing bad with that, plus he has a girlfriend so it doesn’t matter, he wouldn’t pull anything!” You explained, setting your bags down on the table before sitting on the couch.

Malakai taking his quick spot next to you, still not clinging onto you like he normally would when you came home. ‘He must be really upset’ You thought.

“You never know how guys are! You’d be surprised how many would cheat to get one inch of a girls attention” He huffed. As if he wasn’t a guy as well.

“I know that but he isn’t like that, I know him and he would do that”

“OH? So you know him like that??” He huffed getting more upset and stormed off to his room.

You sighed not understanding why he got jealous all the time. You honestly found it cute not going to lie. His little whimpers trying to justify his jealousy, his clinginess when you apologized, it was all pretty adorable.

“Pff… he isn’t like that.. mememe” He mumbled, mocking you while sitting up right on his bed. Of course, you weren’t here to hear his mocking because if you were you would’ve definitely beat him up.

You waited just a tiny bit before entering Malakai’s room to apologize and assure him. You wanted to make sure he could’ve off a little bit before talking.

You entered his room and saw his worried eyes that quickly looked away. Was he waiting for you to come in? You shook that thought away and sat down next to him. Inviting yourself to tuck your body under the blanket just as he did.

“Alright, how about every time I need a ride I’ll call you? If he asks, I’m going to deny his offer and be nice about it.” You explain your part of the deal. A deal he didn’t know was a deal he just immediately assumed you were gonna do that with nothing in return.

“Yay!! Just call me every time you do and then I’ll quickly pick you up! Probably faster than him” He smiled so happily, turning to his right to hug you tightly.

“BUT! You have to be nice to anyone you meet that I know, like friends, co workers, those type of people” You looked straight into his eyes. The eyes that told the heavy distaste for the words you said showed.

“Mm…” He thought about it for a bit.

Malakai would love to be your personal driver, it would mean nobody else would have you in their car! More time to see you and less time with someone else! But being nice to certain friends that came over would be a pain in the ass..

Though, he did have an idea.

“Fine! But that means every single time you need a ride you have to call me.”

“Alright! Deal” The both of you shook hands as if you were business partners of some sort and settled it.

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The snow fell on the ground quicker than usual. Malakai’s shoes crushing it under his footsteps. He was successful in finding the reason for going outside. His eyes death staring a certain someone in a cafe. A little fly who has to be crushed or else he would certainly come back.

As if the guy could feel eyes in the back of his neck, he looked behind him, the clear glass window only showing heavy snow and some people heading home. It was getting late after all, the cafe was going to close soon so he decided to go on back home.

The unknown guy parted his ways with his girlfriend. ‘The one you spoke about earlier’ Malakai thought to himself. So it was true.. that wouldn’t change anything though. It was already set up and he knew it he had to crush that guy or else you would never be safe in his arms.

Malakai knew the man would leave through the alley way behind the cafe so that was his perfect chance to eliminate him. His quick footsteps following the unarmed guy. Malakai knew that he sense that he was being followed soon.

As soon as he turned around Malakai struck him with a sharp blade in the center of his heart. The quick stabs left the man speechless, unable to process the blood spreading throughout his shirt faster then water pouring down a hill.

He opened his mouth, about to scream for help before Malakai kicked him down and stabbed his throat. Making sure he wouldn’t be able to call for any sort of help. He eliminated his only way to receive help and his chance in surviving.

Malakai looked down upon the man on the floor. The guy’s dark blood splattered all around the snow and had colored a large spot on his shirt. He knew he wasn’t going to survive, he just looked straight up. He didn’t want his killer to be satisfied in him being the only thing he saw as he died at a rapid pace.

The sunset colors were pretty, he hoped his girlfriend wouldn’t have to witness the awful scene on the news. His eyes burned, trying to refrain from crying. His killer had already fled after he stabbed his throat, knowing he was unable to do anything but pass away.

His throat and heart burned. He didn’t want it to end like this. Why did it have to end like this? What did he do? His ears picked up a quiet ringing, one that slowly gained in pitch. He heard a woman scream before he heard sirens blaring nearby. The ringing becoming unbearable he closed his eyes.

※───

Malakai happily discarded all his clothes and weapon. The gloves he used were the primary thing to get rid of. This wasn’t the first he did something like this. He remembered hurting someone for the first time when they tried fighting him. They obviously got beat, ending up in the hospital which got Malakai in a lot of trouble in school. He smiled enjoying that silly little memory of his young self in high school.

Malakai got home in a different pair of clothes. His attitude happier than usual. Biting his lip he was a little nervous to open the door. What if you immediately knew it was him? He hoped you wouldn’t ignore him if you did find out. He’d probably break down if you did.

You greeted Malakai as usual, asking him where he was so late at night.

“Ah, i was just hanging out with my friend. We went out to a club, just for fun yknow” A toothy grin appearing on his face.

“Oh, alright. I just finished making some pasta if you want some. I didn’t know if you did want any but I did make a bit more then usual” You started walking to the living room. You had laid down some of your blankets on the couch to snuggle up on while you watched the latest news and shows. Speaking of news, it seemed like it was getting interesting when you heard a reported speaking about something.

Malakai, fidgeting with his fingers a little nervous he waited before getting pasta and sat next to you. Watching to see if you knew or not.

‘And we have details coming that a young man in his mid 20’s that was just identified as Julian Mark was murdered near the popular cafe called Cats and Coffes in a dark alleyway. Reporters say a woman encountered the man lying on the floor in his own pool of blood. The injuries were very fatal—-“ At the point you tuned the news out.

He was dead? You just saw him today, that was your friend. Your heart ached thinking about how heart broken his girlfriend probably would be when she saw the news. You had her number and didn’t know if you should break the news or not. You decided not to, Julian’s best friend would probably tell her.

You bit your lip thinking, why would he get murderer? Who would do that? He never had any enemies so why—

You looked beside you and saw a slightly nervous Malakai. His demeanor was normal but his eyes looked nervous, glancing upon the news then to you back to the news then back to you.

He stopped doing that once he realized you were directly staring at him now.

“Tell me you didn’t do this”

His silence showed the answer you needed.

You got up and went to your room. Slamming the door shut and locking it.

Seriously? Why would he do that? He had a girlfriend so he didn’t need to kill him. You found it disgusting and weren’t sure what to do. Your stomach queasy as your mind refreshed itself to show the image of his your friend in a body bag behind yellow bright tape that kept the public away.

You just felt saddened at the fact that he was gone now. You weren’t sure what to do, you didn’t think Malakai would go that far.

You could hear his whimpers while knocking at the door. Begging for you to open it since he knew you were upset and felt like you were going to neglect him.

You picked at your lip trying to think, ripping off the dry skin helped you somehow. It was a bad habit but whatever. You decided that you would have to control Malakai somehow. If he didn’t stop he was going to kill more people that he thought was a threat to him just because they had your attention.

He sobbed scratching the door for you to open it. He didn’t want to break it down because he knew you would get even more mad if he did. He kept profusely apologizing as he wiped his tears away with his sleeves. He knocked and knocked and still heard silence.

How would you control him though? You just didn’t know that part. He did listen sometimes but that was on little thing, he was always a bratty guy. Maybe if you ignored him if he didn’t listen to you?? That’s basically what you were doing now.

You knew you weren’t gonna rack your brain quick enough to make a plan so you just unlocked and opened the door. You saw him sitting down, his eyes lit up and his sobs were louder as he clung to your leg.

You stood there for a moment trying to think just for one second before pulling your leg away from him. You walked to your bed and just sat down. His cheeks wet with tears, he followed quickly behind and sat next to you.

“Please”

“Please what”

“Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry..”

“Are you really though? You did it without remorse and came back happier then ever as if it was something normal.”

“I- I know! I know it looks bad but you never— you never said I couldn’t kill anyone.. y-you you just said I had to be nice” His sobs made his chest intake more air then he needed and his sniffling became more apparent.

Malakai just stared with hurt in his eyes. Knowing what he did wouldn’t gain any happiness from you and only pleasured him in knowing that he wouldn’t have another person talking to you.

He sniffles, still trying to breathe normal instead of hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry.. I won’t do it again” He wiped his wet cheeks and tears that wanted to spill.

“Are you really though? Are you really going to stop? Or are you just going to say you won’t then pull more shit like this”

His heart ached and felt like it had been stabbed. ‘How ironic’ he thought

He sat in silence trying to formulate a response, a response that never left his lips. You stormed off, angry about god knows what exactly. His crimes? His silence? You didn’t know and you didn’t care to ponder about which one angered you the most.

You needed to escape, just for a bit. Enough for you to compose yourself before you murdered the man yourself.

You went to a bar and sat down on the elevated stool. You never really were a drinker, never found it pleasing. Maybe your mind convinced you it was worth a shot when you saw the bright neon lights, convincing you, pushing you to go see why people used it as a coping method.

The lights truly weren’t the ones that convinced you to, it was just your mind trying to make a reason for you enter. You knew that you just wanted to get drunk and forget about everything. Forget about your loss, forget about your frustration, and certainly forget about HIM.

The bartender wiped the counter with a rag. He was attractive, you took notice of that quickly. He was probably good at his job, easily swayed people into buying things.

“What would you like darling? Something to relax you? You look rather tense” He referred to your tense body and emotionless expression.

“Yeah, and maybe a little something to make me forget about a few things” You giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

As he started preparing your drink you looked at your phone. Not paying attention to the buzzing of messages that popped up, but rather the time. Wow, it was 12am? You honestly thought it was 9 or 10 pm.

As you waited you started finally paying attention to the music. It was upbeat and fun, you liked it. You honestly expected them to be playing horrendous music that made you even more negative than before.

“Here ya go, tell me if you need anything else honey” He set your drink down, it was colorful and had a lime on the side with ice that floated to the top.

“Thank you” Was the short reply you made before grabbing the glass cup and sipping a bit down. You didn’t want to overload yourself too far yet.

It tasted strong, it wasn’t repulsive though, it had a little sweet taste which you enjoyed. Your body forced to relaxed instead of being tense with thoughts and worries.

You sort of got it now, maybe you should do this more often. Alcohol did take quick effect didn’t it? You were glad you walked to the bar rather than stupidly drive to it.

The bartender took notice of you quickly, he wondered what you were trying to forget. You looked gorgeous even with your casual clothes and no attempt to look good. He bit his lip trying to refrain from approaching you in a way that wasn’t professionally. He was on the clock! Think properly Xalvador!!

He cleaned a few glasses, trying to look busy. You looked dazed lost in thought. He observed you for a bit before eventually getting called to go serve a drink by a drunk man. ‘A very drunk man who shouldn’t be having anymore’ Xalvador said. Of course, not out loud but in his head.

You finished your drink, gulping the semi sweet alcoholic beverage. You wondered what it was called, you couldn’t remember what the bartender called it again.

You weren’t sure how to call him so you just raised your hand. You didn’t want to yell at him like some asshole or snap your fingers.

He thankfully noticed and went over once he was finished serving the other guy across the table. He adored your tired messy look, you looked out of place even but he didn’t mind. He loved looking at you, he was happy you called him over.

“Hey, uhm.. what was this drink called again?” You were thankful that you weren’t drunk enough to slur your words. Also thankful you weren’t a light weight.

“I don’t have a name for it right now. It’s just some bourbon, soda, lemon on the side, and some strawberry flavoring..” He chuckled while remembering the items.

“It tastes really well, thank you. Can I have another?” You asked politely.

“Of course! I’ll get that started for you” He smiled happily.

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost 12 at this point. Time went by fast, huh?

You saw glanced upon all the messages Malakai sent in his nervous frenzy that you had left so suddenly. He didn’t think about chasing after you until a good 10 seconds were you had already ran off so he couldn’t find you.

All the messages contained pleas and all sorts of apologies. You glared at them, hoping he wouldn’t find where you were. You weren’t on to go drink at all, so he likely wouldn’t think to come in here.

Xalvador looked seeing your annoyed expression at your phone and giggled. You quickly looked up and saw him set down your drink.

“What is it? Lovers quarrel? Perhaps something like a friend breakup?” He asked curiously. He would stop questioning if you showed that you were uncomfortable.

“Ha-, yeah let’s call it a friend thing. I got overwhelmed so I just came over here” You smiled at the fact he was trying to pinpoint you reason for being here and the face you made.

“Everybody’s got their own thing going on, interesting that it made you come to a place like this. I can tell you don’t drink, I’ve never seen you around here” He enjoys the fact that nobody was calling out for him to serve drinks.

“Yeah.. drinking isn’t my thing but I see why people do it now” You giggle taking another sip.

“You’re good at your job yknow..” You mumble getting tired.

“How so? Is it my amazing bartending skills” He chuckled at your sleepy demeanor. It was cute.

“Yeah.. and you’re very cute” You accidentally slipped out the thing you first thought of when you first saw him.

“Ah- thank you! It’s always nice to hear compliments from customers who aren’t total creepy” He tried playing casual but his cheeks felt a little warm. He hoped his blush wasn’t too obvious.

“I gotta go now, but thank you for serving me tonight.” You looked at the time and decided you had enough time to play around. You brought out your cash in your back pocket and gave money for the drinks. Along with a tip because you might as well.

“No problem! Come again soon, I would love to serve you again” Xalvador grinned.

“I’ll try to! Thank you again” You head towards the exit and started to walk back to the house. Your walking was a little wobbly but you didn’t care. As long as you got home.

Once you actually made it, you were less prepared then you thought but you still continued. You unlocked the door and felt a sudden embrace.

His sobs were louder and sadder than before you left. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—“ his quick mumbles and hiccups were almost incomprehensible.

You sighed, feeling drowsy and wanting to go to bed. Being a little drunk felt nice but weird. Malakai smelled your clothes and was able to detect a strong scent of alcohol.

He stopped the embrace and backed up a bit.

“You were drinking? Why? Why would you do something so stupid?? What if you forgot were to go back home or someone took advantage of you!” He expressed his worries loudly as you took off your shoes.

If yelled anymore louder you were probably going to get a headache. You mumbled for him to quiet down and walked to your room.

“Seriously??” He sniffled. Following close behind you as if you were going to run away again.

“Are we okay now? You’re not going to ignore me anymore??” he hugged you as you sat down on the bed.

“Pf, of course not.. it doesn’t matter how many times you apologize. He’s not going to come back and neither is me forgiving you. So what does it matter” You mumble, lying down on the warm bed. He must’ve been lying on it trying to comfort himself. You grabbed the blanket and pulled it from under him and laid under the warm blanket.

“I know it won’t…” He didn’t know what else to say. Just sat down on the comfy bed and looked at you. You looked like you were about to doze off.

“Can I get under the sheets too?” he asked quietly. Not wanting to upset you but he still wanted comfort in knowing you weren’t mad enough to ignore him again.

“Whatever” You mumbled before turning to the wall and closing your eyes. You quickly dozed off, faster than you thought.

Malakai wanted to hug you, to comfort you, to make you feel better but he knew that wouldn’t happen. Not right now that’s for sure. So he just tucked himself in and turned to face away from you. He stared at the other side of the room and tried to think about ways to gain your forgiveness.

A forgiveness that would take a long time.

───※ ·❆· ※───

“I’m so done with you, I can’t believe you actually think it’s okay to do that for no reason. I don’t even know what to do with you. I try and be nice but you pull shit like this. He was my friend you knew he had a girlfriend and you still did this?? What exactly did this gain you? Happiness? Pleasure? Satisfaction? Are you satisfied for eliminating another ‘threat’ to your precious partner? Let me drop a small obvious fact on you, THIS WONT GAIN ANYTHING FOR YOU.” You practically talked his ear off but you hoped this would give him the needed realization of what he did. B

“I didn’t expect you to kill anyone just for no reason, i’d assume being nice would also refer to not killing someone for no apparent reason. Do you have any clue what you’ve done??” You almost starting yelling at him but you kept your cool as much as you could which was going to run out soon.

Why are you being so mean?

Soos

“You nev- never said I couldn’t - you just said I had to be nice to the- them” His stuttering became apparent with his is

“You never said I

“You never said - I couldn’t murder them, i-I…. I didn’t know okay?” His stuttering became apparent, he kept sniffling trying to breath normally but his body kept in taking air that wasn’t needed.

“But you never said I couldn’t do that, you just said be nice to them.” He whimpered trying to compose himself for such a serious conversation. His sniffles unable to stop as he kept

His sobs and screams kept gaining in volume so you were scared neighbors were going to call the police so you opened the door.

‘I wonder what my cute little roomie is doing’ He thought to himself. He fin up

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #pls request #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #male yandere #angst #oc stuff #death mention #maybe new oc #malakaimyoc

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Don’t Do That | Sunghoon

pairing: bf!Sunghoon x fem!reader/self-insert

genre: angst, comfort, fluff, non-idol!AU & uni!AU

warnings: self-depreciating thoughts & not proof-read

word count: 1.1k

summary: Sunghoon comforts you when you get too into your head

Honestly sometimes it feels like your day doesn’t really start until you get to your last class which so happens to be calculus. Not to say that your other classes don’t stress you out, but when it comes to comparing the workload calculus wins all.

From the weekly homework, online quizzes, and lab quizzes. It felt like you were running a marathon every week. To a certain extent of each topic, you’d understand a good chunk of it with the occasional running into not understanding something.

However, those little setbacks made you feel so stupid & you couldn’t do anything but berate yourself. God forbid you celebrate what you do but focus on nothing but what you don’t understand.

It was an awful habit you had and despite trying to break that habit, you can’t help it. It’s even worse when you realize what a tiny mistake it is. Thinking to yourself: if you were just a little bit smarter or took your time with solving it, you wouldn’t have gotten it wrong.

To compound that stress, timed (and) test anxiety just crawls up behind you to give you the biggest and longest squeeze ever. Not being able to escape from their hold, you start to crack under pressure and give into their hug.

It doesn’t matter if you tell them to let go, they don’t listen. They’re quite stubborn and refuse to listen to rationality… which is exactly how they got here in the first place. The overthinking and stressing over a weekly lab quiz not so subtly invited those two others. The irrational thoughts received a cue to send them over.

Actually they paid a visit when you took your weekly lab quiz this week. It was an awful experience, to say the least. You were stuck on the first question and kept on trying to resolve it as many times as needed in order to find the right solution. To no avail, you never found it.

It felt embarrassing when too you realized that being focused on getting one question right, left you to finish two other questions that you hadn’t either started or finished. But how could you focus when you couldn’t even get past the first question? It frustrated you the entire time.

The bad thoughts by then already started flowing in. Calling you stupid, idiot, and dumb. Thinking to yourself, if you can’t do this, what will you do on the exam??

The time eventually reached the end of class and all you could think about was how freaking stressful and miserable you did on this. It crushed your spirit and confidence into tiny little pieces. All you wanted to do was figure out how to do it and learn from this so that you never make this mistake again.

Being so in your negative thoughts, you barely heard your boyfriend call your name. He was walking beside you, and when you didn’t respond, he decided to walk in front of you. Maybe in hopes to get your attention and to see what was up. It wasn’t like you to ignore him.

He took a glance at your face wearing a pitiful look and at your phone. Along with your silence filling the space between you two. Sunghoon was able to piece together.

God he hated when you did this. It hurt him to see you be so mean to yourself when you would literally give anyone else encouragement or comfort when they needed it. Who was going to do that for you? The answer is always going to be him.

You won’t ask for it but your face & actions say it all. While you’re still feeling upset about your quiz, you walk into something… that turned out to be someone. Not even looking up, you apologize and try to walk past them.

However, Sunghoon gently grabs a hold of your arm. Making sure to not let you go. Only then do you look up and see your sweet boyfriend. All you want to do is cry in his arms and tell him how bad the test was. But you don’t, instead you just hold his hand.

Sunghoon thought he’d be able to elicit a reaction out of you with that but fails. So he opts for the next best thing, giving you a forehead kiss and making sure you make eye contact. He needs to see that you’re okay, even though he knows you’re not.

When his lips land on your forehead, your eyes and his meet. He can see the light in your eyes dimming. Sunghoon wishes nothing but to make you feel better.

Still no reaction and no response. You guys continue walking to your next class in silence. Finally he can’t take it anymore and says to you, “Stop. Don’t do that.”

Your eyes find him and try to play coy. Tilting your head and raising your eyebrows. You know he probably knows but you don’t want to admit it. “Don’t do what? Hold your hand?” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“No. You know what I mean. You’re being mean and harsh on yourself again. I’m not saying that you can’t be upset about a grade but baby, you have so many more chances to do better next time. Plus, why don’t you ever give yourself credit for trying the best you could or be glad that you understand some of it? It hurts me that you do this to yourself.”

His eyes lock eyes with yours. A little stare down is happening and he doesn’t intend to lose. Your eyes eventually look back to the ground.

“A bad grade won’t ruin your life… mostly but I know who you are. A smart, kind, lovely, and hard-working woman. Someone who doesn’t give up, usually. You also have been going out of your comfort zone to even ask questions, when I know you normally would just hope someone else asks it too.” Sunghoon gently lifts your head back up to hold your face in his soft hands.

“I’m proud of you always but my love, you have to be gentle with yourself. You’re doing great! Give yourself some grace so that you can ace anything.” Kissing your hand, he releases your face and continues walking with you.

You stop him from walking to give him a cheek kiss and thank him. “You always know what to say, Hoonie. Thank you for always being my voice of reason and encouragement. I appreciate you more than the words I love you can even mean.” Upon hearing that, a smile appears on his face.

“You know I’ve always got you, love.”

I severely needed this a few weeks ago 😭 actually lowkey last week and the week before. I was so mad and upset at for not doing better, but anyways !! I hope you get to let how you feel about a situation flow through and let it out. And also slowly let it go because it's temporary. May your hard-work and efforts get you where you want to be & I'm cheering you on the sidelines :))

signing off with love,

- ash

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multific · 1 year

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Joel Miller x Reader

You stared at him. Much like many times before.

He walked around with such confidence, your eyes following him around the house.

Not even Ellie could stop him in his path.

He needed to check the drains, then the upstairs bathroom and finally check the fences as he usually did.

"You are staring again." Ellie said as your eyes moved to her.

"Do you think... do you think he would like me?"

"Huh?"

"Like... on a date? Would he take me?"

She tilted her head.

"You two are married... what do you mean?"

"I mean-I mean he is so sexy."

"Y/N, he's your husband, if you want him to take you on a date... ask."

"I don't want to ask, Ellie. He has to want to take me on a date... he has to know without me saying."

Ellie blinked once, twice.

"JOEL! Y/N wants you to take her on a date!" she yelled as the man came out of the kitchen and stopped as Ellie talked.

"Date? Sure."

"No no no. You have to ask her out on a date because you have to know that she wants to go on one." Joel blinked once, twice.

"Y/N, do you want to go on a date?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. You didn't want to ask me and you wouldn't have if Ellie didn't say so. So, I'm not going."

Now both of them blinked at you before Ellie spoke up again.

"Definitely pregnancy hormones." she said pointing at your bulging stomach. The baby was the very reason why you couldn't even stand up, bound to the couch as the others worked.

As Ellie said that, you turned as a tear escaped your eye.

"I know that the baby and I are useless."

"Love, love, no, no please." Joel dropped the tool he was holding and rushed over to you, grabbing your hands as Ellie joined him.

"That is not what I meant. It's just, what you said was rather weird."

"You think I'm weird?" you turned to her, more tears falling as Joel pushed Ellie away.

"Love, she only meant that... she wasn't able to say what you were meaning to say. We can go on a date. Let's take a bath. I found some soap last time so we could have a bubble bath."

"Bubble bath date?"

"Yes, you, me and the baby." you finally calmed down a little as you nodded. Ellie came back, a small piece of bread in her hands, offering it to you and you took it.

You happily ate it and thanked her.

"A bath sounds nice. But- not if you don't want to."

"I do want to. I'll smell terrible once I'm finished outside so it will do me good, you could wash my back." you nodded.

"You do look very sexy while working. My strong handsome husband." he smiled, nodding as his hand squeezed yours.

"Thank you, Y/N. I'll try and continue to be sexy for you while sweating my ass off out in the sun."

"I'll make you a cold drink." Joel nodded again. Happy that you calmed down, your hormones lately have been a bit crazy.

"Thank you." he kissed you on the lips and helped you stand up before going out to the backyard. He started with the safety fences before moving to the plants, watering and checking them all.

You happily made the drink you promised him when Ellie entered the kitchen, offering you a smile as she searched for something to eat.

"Do we have any tomatoes?"

"We should." you said as you looked over her shoulder.

"You ate them again didn't you?" she asked with a smile and small mischief in her tone, but you took it way too literally. Your eyes watered once again just as Joel entered he let out a groan seeing you on the verge of crying... again.

He didn't mean to groan so loudly.

"I'm sorry for eating the tomatoes! I'm sorry for being emotional and a wreck, I'm sorry for being pregnant and useless! And you Mr Miller, I'm not going to bathe with you if you think I'm so annoying! You can wash your own back or get another wife to do it for you." you said as you, as fast as you could, walked upstairs.

"You really need to stop pushing her buttons." Joel said to Ellie.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Even breathing can annoy her. What was it this time? The apples?"

"Tomatoes."

"Fucking tomatoes... okay... I'll talk to her, you go and do whatever she will forget by tomorrow, lay low until then." Ellie nodded.

Joel found you in the baby's room, looking out the window as you quietly sobbed.

"Love, I-"

"I think we are crazy Joel. Bringing a baby into a word like this." your eyes landed on the streets and the other people.

"We talked about this when you told me the news. I'm happy that we are having a baby, and while, yes this world is fucked, our child will be loved."

"I'm not even a good mom for Ellie, how can I be good for this one?" your eyes still not looking at him as he walked over to you.

"You are amazing with Ellie. I have no doubts you will do the same for the little one."

"I ate her tomatoes."

"Fuck the tomatoes, that doesn't mean you are a bad... parent. You have cravings because of the baby, she knows that, she didn't mean it like that. She knows you need it more."

You let out a long sigh as Joel hugged you.

"Thank you."

"Will you take a bath with me?" he asked as he buried his face into your neck, his beard scratching and tickling your neck. You let out a small laugh.

"Okay, but you have to give me a backrub."

"Did the baby cause you trouble today?" he asked moving his hand over your skin, watching your skin as he rubbed circles on it.

"They moved a little but nothing too much."

"Probably you didn't notice because you were drooling over me all day."

"I won't deny that. But at the same time, I have been doing that since the day we met so, I think they are just not that active today." Joel nodded, one last kiss to your cheeks and he was off to go and run the water.

He has never felt this happy in a very long time. He was finally able to afford a house to keep you and Ellie safe, provided for you all and now, the baby.

Joel Miller felt at home.

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krakensdottir · 10 months

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Why you can’t just ‘release’ dolphins

In case anyone who follows me was wondering about the captive cetacean stuff, I thought I’d type up a little thing about why they’re so difficult to return to the wild compared to many other animals.

Because animals differ widely in how easily they can be reintroduced to their habitat. It depends on how many life skills they need to learn, whether they have a complex social structure they also need to learn about first, how dangerous their habitat is, and how much they’ve already been accustomed to humans. Wildlife rescuers take in animals as babies and release them as adults on a regular basis, by taking pains to make sure they don’t bond with their caregivers. But this doesn’t work with all species.

Cetaceans are really complicated for two reasons: they’re predators, so they have to be able to hunt, and they’re extremely social, so they have to learn to navigate a pod structure. If they’re interrupted early in their socialization process, they actually fail to develop these skills. It’s why there’s a cutoff point around the age of 3, below which a stranded dolphin cannot be released. Like, legally. It’s not aquariums deciding this, it’s a national policy. A bottlenose dolphin that strands as a calf is not eligible for release, ever. It will not grow up into a wild dolphin at that point. It’s like the reverse of a feral cat.

(There are exceptions to this rule, typically involving less social cetacean species like harbor porpoises. They can be rescued as calves and later released, because the life skills they have to learn are less complicated. But bottlenoses and most other oceanic dolphins, orcas, pilot whales etc., cannot be released alone, and wild pods often don’t accept them. Hence the policy.)

They also bond to humans, like, hard. If a cetacean was captured or rescued as a youngster, or born in human care, it’s pretty much impossible to de-socialize them to humans. Every effort was made to do exactly that with Keiko, the whale who played Willy, and he just would not do it. Teaching him to hunt, trying to get him to interact with wild whales... he played along to some extent, but he wouldn’t take the final step of breaking ties with humans. He kept seeking them out. And since that wasn’t according to plan, he wasn’t allowed to return to human care. Wasn’t an option, it would’ve looked bad. Instead, when he refused to integrate, he was confined to a netted cove, where he died. This is on top of multiple cases of attempted releases, mostly of bottlenose dolphins, that resulted in the animals either starving, stranding, or coming up to humans in the wild and begging them for food and attention. (Including one in the 90s that was conducted by notorious anti-captivity advocate Ric O’Barry. The project failed miserably, one animal was killed in the attempt, but he didn’t learn his lesson and is still on his bullshit today.)

We’ve seen it again and again. Animals trained to go out to sea, who are reluctant to leave their pen and then reluctant to leave the escort boat. Animals that escape sea pens and come back, literally jump right back in as soon as the novelty of freedom wears off. On a few occasions, wild cetaceans have even tamed themselves. That’s how people used to end up with ‘pet’ dolphins back in the day when it wasn’t yet illegal.

Now, there have been successful cetacean releases. All of those cases involved adult animals which had only been captive a short time, usually after being rescued. They re-adjust just fine. But if the animal has adapted to living with humans, it won’t un-learn those behaviors. It is functionally no longer a wild animal. Ironically, considering their presence in captivity is more controversial than any other animal group, cetaceans are among the very hardest to ‘return to the wild’. And part of the reason seems to be that they don’t want to. Contrary to all expectations, they often choose easy meals and safety over freedom. A lot of wild animals will do this, given the chance, but dolphins are really stubborn about it. Releasing a captive cetacean involves convincing it that it WANTS to be free. And sometimes that seems to be the hardest part.

So yeah, we’ve tried it several times. We know what works and what doesn’t. It’s not a hypothetical, we have a very good idea what will happen if we try to release all captive whales and dolphins (most of which, by now, were born in captivity, since Western facilities haven’t captured wild animals in decades). We know that the odds of success are dismal, and animals will almost certainly die in the attempt. Hence the big clash between people who have practical experience with cetaceans, or in-depth knowledge of their care, and animal rights activists (and the public they’ve been misleading for years now). It doesn’t even matter at this point if you think they should be released. That’s not relevant. It doesn’t work, it’s dangerous, and it flies in the face of all welfare concerns. It shouldn’t even still be on the table at this point. I don’t know how many more times we’ll have to watch it go wrong before we accept that.

#that's not even going into the practical issues with sea pens and 'soft captivity'#the funding issues ALONE are insane #but that's its own rant and this post is long enough

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fariytail · 2 years

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Dragon slayers nsfw in heat

❥ When they are in heat

Includes: Natsu, Gajeel, Sting, Rogue, Laxus, and Erik

Warnings: NSFW

Natsu

Completely isolates himself in his dorm. He’s never wanted you so badly but he realizes that him being in heat - he will not be in control of his actions. Natsu wouldn’t be able to help himself if he saw you either and that’s why he trusted Erza to keep you away from him.

Though, you managed to pass Erza and try to find out what is going on with your boyfriend. What you stumble across can make anyone tremble, Natsu covered in Dragon scales and fiercely jacking off. As said, once his eyes landed on you, you were immediately pounced on. Natsu ultimately does try to hold himself back in order for you to run, but you decided to stay with him and help him with his problem. Natsu is far from gentle during his ruts. It’s like a lot of pent up stress that he is releasing in every single thrust.

Expect to come out of this with plenty of cuts and bruises. Natsu had sex with you on every surface in the room. His cum is way thicker too during his heat, making it harder to swallow and keep inside of you. It all falls out at some point. He does apologize after this though, and asks you not to accompany him anymore when he’s in heat. He hates seeing what he done to you even when he wasn’t in control.

Gajeel

Like Natsu, he pushes you away. He doesn’t want to see you hurt by him and considering how feral he is on his heats - Would not recommend walking into this situation without some armor. That’s exactly what you did though, with no armor, trotted into his room when there was a ‘KEEP OUT’ sign on the door.

Doesn’t try to hold himself back. The sign should have been enough. Gajeel tries to breed you and he shoves himself all the way in until it hits your cervix. Focused on putting you into different positions to satisfy himself. The faster his heat is over, the faster he can go back to normal.

You have many bite marks after he’s finished. Many people will say that it looked like you got attacked by an animal, you don’t evaluate, and let them keep that theory. You certainly don’t want anyone to know that Gajeel went into heat.

Sting

Pretty lovey dovey to bait you into helping him with his heat. Sting is normally pretty tame when he’s on his heat, but that’s before he met you. Now, he seems to get a lot rougher now that there is someone who can help him. He claims he’s in control, but you can never tell with him.

Sting is the one that makes all the noise this time. He’s so vocal when he’s in heat even though you both are equally loud. Sting constantly breeds you during his heat, and you rarely get any time to have a break. Like Gajeel, he leaves plenty of bite marks, normally all around your chest area. Also, a lip biter.

Sting sort of wants his heat to last as long as possible, the feeling of you around him, he can’t get enough of. All good things must come to an end though, and when he’s finally done - you make the day about you. He showers you with gifts, hoping for you to help him with next “heat”.

Rogue

Rogue is the calmest one, he’s sort of controlled during his heat. He knows when he’s hurting you, and tries to ease up a bit. He doesn’t want to break you to the point where you’ll never do this with him again. Also tried to push you away, but the curiosity always kills the cat. When he realizes he can’t push you away, he inevitably invites you in.

Rogue wants you to be on top most of the time. The friction feels so good in this position. He can never get over the feel of you dominating him either. His moans are whiny when in heat, he can never control his noises during his heat. Always insists you need a break, but you refuse knowing he’s always in pain when you’re gone.

Rogue literally tries to hide from you every time he is on his heat. Sting either reveals his location or you track him down. He’ll never be able to escape you during his heat, though. Doesn’t leave many bite marks or bruises. It’s pretty much regular sex, non-stop, while Rogue is on his heat.

Laxus

The roughest, honestly. Laxus is never in control with his ruts. He becomes animalistic, and refuses to let you leave the room. He’s also a big guy, and he has a habit of forcing it in because of how impatient he is. But once he’s inside, he never wants to stop or slow down. It feels too good to stop now.

Lots of bruises, cuts, and bite marks. You’ll be swollen and unable to walk for weeks because of Laxus. He’ll cause you plenty of problems because of his size. Laxus groans and grunts while you scream and whine. It’s normally you begging him to calm down, he simply can’t. Laxus has even shocked you some times, which stings just a bit.

After his rut, he’ll claim he went easy on you, while you’re sitting on your side because sitting on your butt is torture. Definitely wants you again for when he’s on his next rut. He doesn’t have to worry about how he’s going to satisfy himself when he has you.

Erik

Rowdy, he doesn’t tell you beforehand, but tells you after it is done. Tries to hide at first, but when he realizes that he needs your help — he seeks it. Not gentle, but mild. He’s not rough as he usually is because on his heat, he can really get out of control. Not one for making you scream, but it comes with the package.

Huge on bruises, he doesn’t try to — it just happens. He makes sure he doesn’t draw blood when he leaves bite marks. Erik doesn’t want to put you in too much pain, he realizes that this could be somewhat overwhelming for you. You’re simply helping him, and he doesn’t want to ruin this chance. Plenty of sloppy kisses though.

He takes care of you after his heat is finished. Thanks you for helping him. Erik wonders if you’ll do this again with him, but he won’t ask. He’ll simply see for himself, next time.

#fairy tail #natsu #natsu dragneel #natsu dragneel x reader #fairy tail gajeel #gajeel x reader #fairy tail sting #sting eucliffe x reader #sting x reader #rouge x reader #fairy tail laxus #laxus x reader #fairy tail erik #erik x reader

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quotergirl19 · 9 months

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Today I keep wondering if this season one Colin line was foreshadowing for season three.

Imagine Penelope’s chosen a beautiful and flattering dress for the first ball of the season because she finally spoke up and convinced her mother to let her control her own wardrobe, and bitchy bully Cressida finds a way to tear the dress and humiliate Penelope who’s rescued by Colin (despite the fact that she’d been avoiding him all night).

Colin sees what Cressida’s done and how upset Penelope is and insists on escorting her home since she’s not quite herself. Her confidence has clearly been crushed and she’s convinced she will end up a spinster after word spreads about her incident.

Colin is desperate to lift Penelope’s spirits the way she did for him when he was at his lowest last season but she won’t listen to him, insisting he’s only pretending to be her friend out of pity. She tells him she knows he’s ashamed of their friendship because she heard the way he spoke about her when she wasn’t around at Featherington Ball.

Colin doesn’t know what to say, he’s horrified that he’d been so careless with his comments, especially because his dearest friend thinks he is ashamed of her. He insists he was only trying to silence those men because they knew he’d sworn off women since Marina and were teasing him because clearly he hadn’t sworn off Penelope that season since they’d been seen together at the races, multiple events and parties and also danced together.

Penelope is apprehensive but after the way Colin swooped in to help her escape the Cressida incident with as few members of the ton noticing her damaged dress as possible (and the fact that she still adores him despite her best efforts to forget her unrequited love), she forgives him but is still very worried that she’s bound for spinsterhood because she’s only ever been criticized by her mother and sisters for her many flaws and she had hoped that night could be a fresh start for her, that she might be able to change the way society sees her, so a nice man among the ton would think her a desirable wife but now she’d probably die alone, never having even been kissed.

When Colin insists hope is not lost, not realizing that Penelope is in a full negativity spiral and she snaps back at him with a thoughtlessly blurted out, “Do you intend to kiss me, Mr. Bridgerton? Oh wait, of course not. You would never dream of kissing me, not even in another man’s wildest fantasy, you would rather die.”

In that moment, standing before him in that shimmering gown with her hair down in the moonlight, her skin glowed and her blue eyes twinkled and she was so beautiful Colin couldn’t help himself. His eyes locked on Penelope’s full, kissable lips and without thinking he leaned in and took her in his arms, shocked by the immediate and intense passion between them when she kissed him back.

In an instant, they pulled apart, Colin stunned that he’d just taken such a liberty with Penelope, immediately proposes and Penelope, equally shocked by what just happened, dismissively, thanks him for seeing her home safely, tells him they will never speak of what happened and she goes inside leaving Colin wondering why the girl who always looked at him like he hung the moon, and who clearly wanted a husband wouldn’t want to marry him.

Penelope is literally up all night thinking of that kiss before she knows it the sun has risen and she’s never even dressed for bed.

Colin spent the rest of that night grappling with why he was so moved by one kiss and so bothered by Penelope refusing him. He finds himself wanting her to want him because the kiss they shared was soul stirring and he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing her again.

When they run into each other browsing merchant’s carts, neither of them speak of the kiss but it’s clear something has changed between them. Penelope is still determined to marry this season. Colin is eager to do anything he can to secure Penelope’s happiness, seemingly oblivious to the way he’s started following her around like a lovesick puppy, and every time their eyes meet, the unspoken secret of the one perfect kiss they shared is all either of them is thinking of.

#bridgerton #polin #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #Colin Bridgerton #bridgerton season three #Quotergirl mini fic

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biceratops7 · 2 years

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Let’s deconstruct this…

Ok, so at this point I’ve seen a great many things written on Who Ed is with a capital W, and even I’ve thrown bits and pieces of my hat in the ring. But there is one particular thing I have a burning desire to express, and that is, respectfully, Edward’s softness is his own damnit.

There’s a pretty popular notion gaining traction in the fandom that Ed’s softness is just as much a performance as Blackbeard. That him embracing it fully in those brief moments of episode 10 before “the kraken” was unhealthy actually, and he wasn’t being true to himself. In summary: Ed requires Blackbeard to be whole. And my question is: why do people find Ed an unreliable narrator in his softness, or more specifically, why do people think he lacks autonomy of it?

It bothers me when people say that Ed is trying to be like Stede to gain approval in these moments, because the only major similarity I see is aesthetic. Guys a huge theme of the show is older queer men finally finding ways to escape varying forms of toxic masculinity, and understanding that their queerness does not exclude them from manhood. Homogenizing two effeminate gay men and implying that one is “losing himself” to the idiosyncrasies of the other goes directly against this goal. In fact it actually perpetuates negative gay stereotypes, but I’ve made a video essay where I discuss that at length.

Edward writes and performs a song on deck when he wants to process and share his feelings openly. Not only is this waaay more emotional honesty than we ever see Stede express (on purpose at least), but this is a creative outlet unique to Ed. Theatrical story telling is an established motif in Ed’s character the same way literary storytelling is for Stede’s. Edward’s not only dealing with his hurt in a way Stede definitely wouldn’t (he didn’t, Stede went out of his way pretend everything was fine in episode 8), he’s also doing so through an established passion of his.

The Swede wasn’t full of shit when he said that performance can simply be an expression of you. This is not Ed trying to put on a new mask when the old one proved ineffective. This is him finding comfort and even joy in finally using performance to reveal himself instead of hide. I don’t understand why the credit for this beautiful moment of self discovery must be ripped from Ed and used to accuse Stede.

It’s the same with the “SiLk GoWn”. This is the same person who lovingly touches every piece of nice fabric he lays eyes on, and lit up like a fucking Christmas tree the second someone said the word “fashion.” Ed has had a deep love and longing for such a soft pretty thing since day 1. These were ingrained and suppressed in Ed all long before Stede came on the scene. That robe may literally belong to Stede, but just as he wore it as a sign of his newfound boldness under the safety of someone loving him for who he is, Ed’s choice to wear it symbolizes the blossoming autonomy of his own identity. To continue enjoying the things Stede made him feel safe enjoying even without his presence.

Now let’s move on (or backwards I guess?) to the academy. Something I’ve seen a lot is people decrying that Ed is sacrificing his authenticity to play a housewife for Stede. Guys… he just folded some socks, calm tf down. Saying something like this about a gay man just trying to do something small and sweet for someone he loves, again, really seems to perpetuate the toxic masculinity this show hauls ass to deconstruct. Yes the answer to toxic masculinity isn’t just “effeminacy is perfect and good”. But Ed can be genuinely content with finally being able to partake in the domesticity he never got to experience without perpetuating that.

And you know what, he can be unsure of the best way to fulfill that desire and change his mind. I don’t quite like the disregard for Ed’s autonomy when people say his decision to stay at the academy or find an escape is driven only by whatever he thinks Stede wants. He is taking Stede’s feelings into consideration because that is perfectly healthy when you love someone and want a life with them, but his choices are still absolutely driven by his own needs moment by moment too.

I think people really take Ed understandably not wanting to be subjugated by the British and run with it. Like yes he is visibly uncomfortable with the soldiers treating him like an exotic animal they’ve tamed because no shit. But I don’t know how many times Ed has to blatantly state he does not want to be a pirate anymore for it to be believed.

Edward is not an exception to this. Even if he managed to thrive emotionally in this line of work once upon a time and there are aspects of it he enjoys, Ed still became a pirate out of desperation. He didn’t choose it any more than Oluwande and Jim did, he was fleeing poverty and abuse.

It’s not that piracy is a net bad and that Ed should want to distance himself from it. It’s that he assumed piracy is the only option he’s ever had in life even when it hurts him, and the realization that he has the freedom to choose differently is empowering and a net good. Him wanting to run to China with Stede, or take the crew’s funky acts on the road, whether they’re practical or not (especially in this show) is beside the point. The point is Ed’s absolute unbridled joy in their possibilities, the pure delight in discovering that you are not chained to a series of decisions you made under extreme duress 30 years ago.

No, Ed is not doing a complete 180 of his personality during his NoBeard era. He’s been forced to sacrifice his personhood for decades, and is now finally wrestling it out the grasp of thousands of people… at the age of 50 and during two of his darkest moments no less. How absolutely amazing.

#this is probably gonna flop cause it’s a mile long but I’m passionate about this damnit #it’s about autonomy over one’s own identity babes #ESPECIALLY in the context of queerness #biceratops meta #ofmd #meta #our flag means death #analysis #Edward teach #Blackbeard #Stede bonnet #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #1x09 #1x10

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