#didn't expect it to be batshit insane. like i knew what i was getting into i watched it before. but nevertheless. what the fuck

[sourlove]

Kingpin ~ Part III of 'Street Rat' YANDERE BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, YANDERE THEMES, MENTIONED GANG ACTIVITIES, MENTIONED MURDER, MENTIONED BLACKMAIL

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(Female reader) (Mild NSFW)

Bakugo Katsuki was a force of nature. When Eijiro met him, Katsuki was an angry scrap of a boy who everyone thought was going to get himself killed with his attitude. But he didn't.

Despite having a rough start in life, he managed to join a small time gang on the outskirts of the city and fought his way, literally and figuratively, to the top. Eijiro was proud to stand next to Katsuki as his best friend and right hand man. He thought he knew everything about the man, from what made him angry (everything) to how he liked his coffee (black, boiling hot). Eijiro did know everything about Katsuki.

Everything, except you.

You were a wildcard nobody expected. When Katsuki ordered an attack on a wedding of all things, nobody questioned him. When he forcefully silenced all the guests in attendance with blackmail, everyone dismissed it as standard procedure. But when he brutally slaughtered the groom and showed up with the bride in his arms, it definitely raised some eyebrows.

From the moment you woke up at their base, you had done nothing but cause trouble. You would throw tantrums, destroy furniture and torment everybody who was unfortunate enough to approach. You were beautiful, sure, but clearly batshit insane and everybody tried to steer clear of you as much as they possibly could.

That's why it was so It was off-putting how nice Katsuki was to you. Eijiro had watched his boss rip out a man's tongue and feed it to his dogs because the man had called him called him weak. Now, you could hurl every insult under the sun at him and Katsuki would pat your head with an indulgent smile. You spoke like everyone was beneath you, sometimes barking out orders to the men who would stop and stare in confusion. Until Katsuki showed up.

"The fuck are you dipshits looking at? Did she fucking stutter?"

It was pretty clear that Katsuki worshipped the ground you walked on. And Eijiro supported that, he really did! Being so unashamedly in love, especially in their line of business, was pretty manly. He only had a real problem with how you treated Katsuki like trash. Even as a rookie on the streets, he was never one to take orders from anyone. But he jumped through flaming hoops to spoil you, just for his gifts to be thrown back in his face.

Literally. That was your favorite form of attack and your favorite victim seemed to be the man who would kill someone for you. Sure there was that little issue of Katsuki actually killing your very new husband, but couldn't you see that he was doing his best to make up for it?

Now, Eijiro wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but even he knew that the relationship between the two of you might not be the healthiest. So as the best bro he had to ask Katsuki, preferably when you weren't there. Though that proved to be very difficult (why did you go everywhere with the man if you couldn't stand him?!), Eijiro managed to slip into Katsuki's office when you went to bed and Katsuki wanted to get some work done.

"Hey Boss! Long time, no see, huh?"

The ashy blonde eyed him suspiciously. "I saw you an hour ago, Shitty Hair. You on drugs?" He turned back to his paperwork with a huff.

Eijiro laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I mean, sure I always see you, but...you're always with her."

It was only years of being in close proximity with the Kingpin himself, that alerted Eijiro to the fact that he had just acquired a shovel and was about to start digging his own grave. Katsuki calmly dropped his pen and steepled his fingers over the papers he was working on. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

The redhead gulped. "Nothing! There's absolutely nothing wrong with your relationship. Okay, good talk! Bye!" He stood up to escape.

"Sit down."

Eijiro sat down. Katsuki sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. "You know, she's the only reason I'm where I am today."

"...what?"

"Look, Y/N, she-she was the prettiest girl I ever set my eyes on." He reclined into his seat, looking off thoughtfully into the distance. "Everyone wanted her but no one deserved her, not even me." Katsuki chuckled ruefully. "I always thought I had no chance, until she gave me one. And I'm obviously not a fucking idiot so I took it."

Eijiro frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Look around, Shitty Hair," he gestured to his office. "Do you think I give a fuck about all this fancy shit? It's all for her. Everything I have, everything I am, is all for Y/N."

"Bro, that's like, romantic but also a bit concerning. Everything you have? That's like...everything!"

Katsuki scowled at him. "Yeah no shit, dumbass. I'm gonna marry that girl."

"Woah, bro," Eijiro sniffled. "You're so manly! I totally respect your decision now, even though everyone said you were as crazy as her!"

"What the fuck did you just say?! Oi, Shitty Hair! Get back here, fucking coward!"

Katsuki growled as the annoying idiot who called himself a friend scurried away. He glanced outside and noted the dark sky, before packing up his remaining paperwork and hurrying out of his office. The few goons that saw Katsuki only received a grunt in return of their greetings before the boss flew off, leaving them wondering where he was rushing to.

Or who he was rushing to. When Katsuki carefully opened the door, you were stretched across the bed, fast asleep. He smiled and quickly took of his clothes, before slipping into bed next to you. While Katsuki enjoyed Y/N at any time, he especially enjoyed you when you was sleeping. Then, he could admire as much as he wanted without any disturbance.

He stroked a finger down your cheek and bit his lip. Once a distant dream, you were so soft and warm laying beside him. Now, he could also touch you as much as he wanted. And this time, you let him.

You woke up to the feeling of Katsuki's stubble scratching you as he mouthed hungrily at your neck. Rough, calloused hands tugged at your nightgown and squeezed your soft flesh.

"Noo, get off" you whined, half-asleep. "Still sore..."

He chuckled lowly. "My bad, baby. I'll be gentle this time."

You pouted as he nipped at your collarbone. "Liar. You're always so mean-ah!" His hands ripped your nightgown down the middle, finally growing impatient, and Katsuki grinned wickedly.

"Hmm, you say that now," he cooed. "But you love it, don'tcha? So be a good girl and spread your legs for me, sweets~"

A/N: This has been requested a lot and shown so much love! Its insane how I only started posting a couple of days ago and I already have so much support. Leave an ask if you want to see some side stories or headcanons!

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[ms-existentialcrisis]

Dancing With The Devil || #1

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Note: My first chapter!!! I went pretty hard for this one so it's quite long. Reader is insane btw and will continue being one so just a warning!! This is unbeta'd or edited so I apologise for the grammatical and spelling errors, English isn't my first language. Hope you guys enjoy :>

SUMMARY: You try to not be a bitch because your mother raised you right except that the woman was dead and so was your father and your brother is about to marry you off to the son of a crime syndicate leader, thinking that the union would save the empire of crime your father worked hard for that he destroyed in year. It's a very big mistake and you'll be damned if you didn't make your brother, your soon to be husband and his family pay.

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Tags/Warnings: weapons and violence, blood, cursing, cannibalism, gore (?), a decapitated head, implied SA (very light!) Reader is fucked and batshit insane and will continue being one, if playing an unhinged bitch isn't Ur cup of tea then this isn't for you! Don't like , don't read; MDNI!!

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Just smile and look pretty, is what your brother tells you.

Just smile and look pretty and be an obedient little wife to him, is what he advices.

You already knew what was expected of you; the long talks after the deal was made was a testament to that but your brother always found it better to remind you every fucking day of what awaits you.

What kind of life you were about to live and what type of bullshit was gonna be demanded of you. It's a precaution, he says, to dissuade any ideas of escape you've got brewing in your head.

But you know what it really is: that bastard rubbing a handful of salt to your still bleeding wound; the fact that you're entirely powerless to stop the arranged marriage that would secure your brother a powerful ally and business partner in weapons dealing and trafficking rings.

Well, not entirely powerless. You'll be damned if you'd allow yourself to be used as some bargaining chip to power.

Fuck your brother.

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You looked exquisite, face painted with make up and body decorated with the finest silk and most expensive jewelleries.

It's what your helpers told you, what the brides maids said when they saw you. People you don't know, smiling at you and telling you to smile because it's your big day and you're about to get fucking married.

Many would say that getting married to a rich powerful man wouldn't be so bad. You'd be a trophy wife whose only job is to serve and provide for your husband, opening your legs for him to fuck and use.

Truthfully, it didn't sound bad. Being Jonas' wife would have you bathing in milk and enjoying the finest things life would offer. Except you didn't really like that; the life of luxury wasn't something new to you.

Having been raised in a family that's balls deep in the life of crime and wealth, you're not new to waking up to people ready to kiss your foot. Your brother liked to call you a spoiled brat and maybe you were, your mother liked to dote on you after all, but you weren't a stranger to the difficulty of life.

In your family, hierarchy and respect was important. That's why your brother grew up as he did. A fucking cunt who's ego is bigger than the sun considering that he's raised to believe that he'd come after your father and his empire once the old man dies.

He was the heir and was treated as such. You? You were simply the daughter, one that would one day used to be a bargaining chip, a plug for whatever hole your brother manages to shoot open.

You grew up in violence just like him, learned just like him but you're treated less simply because you were a woman. Because you didn't have a dick between your legs; things that if your brother did would have people supporting him but would have you called insane and too much.

You were far from stupid or naive, unlike what people liked to think. You're not clean or pure or whatever stupid bullshit your brother advertised to Jonas and his family to get them to agree to this union but you're told to play that act and so play that act you did (after plenty of threats).

You seethed behind that mask however and you weren't afraid to show it once the door is closed.

"I'm going to kill myself!" You shrieked at the top of your lungs, shaking a finger to your blank faced brother. "Either you cancel this bullshit or I'll fucking put a bullet in my head!"

"A bit late for that, yes? The wedding will start in an hour so knock it off with your tantrum already," He hissed at you from where he sat on the couch of your private room, the brides maids and helpers ushered out the very moment he stepped in.

"You think I wouldn't do it?" You hissed back. The scowl your sporting twisted your pretty face. God you hated the fucking make up they put you in, too much foundation and the wrong fucking shade. You never did like the common make up used for weddings and now you hated it even more.

16 years old you did her make up better than this.

"You're a coward," Kane says simply, an eyebrow raised. Handsome, what women would call him. To you, he's a shit faced cunt who's deep in his head.

"Mama wouldn't stand for this," You threw at him. "She would never agree to me getting married off to some bitch with money and business!"

"No she wouldn't, but she would say yes either way because father would agree to it," He intones. "There's also the fact that she's dead and so is father. It's up to me to do what needs to be done for this family, Rosie."

You flinch, a flash of hurt hitting you in the chest before it's overcome by anger. The nickname has your hand coming to grip the rose necklace your mother had gifted you for your 18th birthday.

Turning away, you hold it closer to your chest. You hear your brother shuffle behind you, a sigh echoing in the silent room.

"This is for the family, Rosie. For the business and the legacy father left us both."

"Oh fuck off will you?!" You whirled to stare at him incredulously. "Legacy for the both of us?! No! Legacy for you brother! Just for you! For you to lead! For you to ruin!"

"Mama and Papa are dead and I took that as a chance to finally get away from you and your fucking stupidity yet you chase me to bring me back so I could fix this goddamed mess you started!"

"You ran away is what you did! You had a duty to fulfil and you ran away from it! You're a coward sister!" Kane yells back at you.

"Well it's certainly better than a fuck up son who proceeded to tear down the business in a matter of a year!" You laugh hysterically and what a sight you were, dressed in a beautiful wedding gown and murder written across your features.

You barely dodge the slap to your face and you take pleasure in the way your brother looks more pissed than ever. At the way that you could still push your brother's button in a way no one else could.

Kane has always been the picture of a cool cucumber who liked to look down on people, hiding the fact that he's nothing but a rotting can of horse shit.

(He was your brother once, when you were children; now, all he is was a stranger who wore your brother's face)

It wasn't like you were wrong. Multiple dealings have gone bad and business partners have pulled out of the contracts after your brother assumed the position of leader after your father's death several months after your mother's.

He didn't have it in him to make good decisions or to lead. And he fucked up because he believed otherwise, because your father was just as stupid as he is.

All you wanted was to grieve peacefully in a small town away from your brother and his falling empire but he dragged you back to clean up after him. Getting married to Jonas Strucker, son of Baron Strucker and owner of a massive Trafficking empire, would save your brother's face and business.

He knew that, you knew that and you hated how he thought he could make you do this.

Kane looked like he was going to pop a vein on his forehead, opening his mouth to presumably scream at you again when there's a knock on the door.

"Mr. L/N, the boss is looking for you," A feminine voice called from the other side. Both you and your brother went blank faced but nothing could mask the absolute hate you both are sporting when your eyes met again.

"You are going to go through this, do you hear me?" Kane hisses, a hand coming to grip your arm in a bruising hold to pull you close to him. "You are going to follow your purpose and you are going to fucking serve your husband, whether you like it or not."

You stumble back when he releases you, the ugly feeling of helplessness and rage boiling in you. You wanted to scream, to pull out a gun and shoot him in the head.

God you hated him.

You stand there as he turns to leave, a red haired woman greeting him and coming inside once he's gone. There's a serene expression on your face as one of Jonas' trusted agent came to stop by the still open door.

"Ms L/N, the limo is waiting for you outside," She nods at you, eyes searching. She's wearing a nice black over all, a red leather jacket over it. You eye her back, taking note of the weapons she's possibly sporting.

"Wanda, wasn't it?" You smile at her politely, earlier displeasure gone in favour of being nice to this woman who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else like you. "I like your eyeliner."

The corner of her mouth quirks and she gives you another nod, "Thank you. You look gorgeous as well, Ms L/N."

Wanda Maximoff is a beautiful red haired woman who'd look quiet and unassuming if it weren't for the fact that her eyeliner is sharp enough to kill. She has this cool air around her but her eyes says that you don't fuck with me.

According to what you've heard, she has a brother name Pietro and they've been with the Strucker family since they were children. They're one of the best the family had to offer, their most trusted subordinate.

The Strucker family originated from Sokovia where her and her brother had obviously been picked up from, if Wand's accent is anything to go by. They're one of the bigger mobs that ran the trafficking ring there, connected to plenty of other crime rings.

"Y/N is fine and really, you've got yours done so cleanly. And your smokey eye! It looks good! I never did manage to do mine without making me look like a panda high on drugs," You laugh, moving towards the door and dragging your ridiculously long puffy gown with you.

It wasn't a surprise that you tripped but thankfully, Wanda is there to catch you. You smile at her as she helps you to your feet, one that she returns and keeps on her face when she leads you out of the room.

She doesn't notice the pocket knife you nabbed from her shoved into your dress, hidden away easily by the layers.

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The wedding is exactly what you expected it to be.

Big and grandiose, the venue filled with guests to the brim.

You spaced out during the half of it, barely flinching when the priest finally told your husband to lift up your veil and not even batting an eye when he leaned in to kiss you, the sound of clapping nearly loud enough to drown the ringing in your ears.

Jonas Strucker doesn't look too bad to the eyes and you'd say he's got a lovely pair of eyes if you ignored how he stared at you. Like a piece of meat for him to eat.

'ill rip it out and keep it in a jar for keepings,' you thought as your eyes met again, the photographer guiding you for the pictures and flashes that nearly blinded you.

Your brother looks smug and joyful at the union, chatting away with the head of the Strucker family and his wife while you posed and smiled for the camera, shaking hands with people you have no interest in.

Briefly, your eyes caught Wanda as she stood by the side, her presumably brother standing with her. You gave her a smile and the knife on your thigh felt heavier and warmer than the ring on your finger.

Your smile widened as your attention shifted back to your new husband.

"You are going to serve your husband, whether you liked it or not," Your brother's words echoed in your mind once again and your smile grew to a grin.

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"Y/N! Hello dear, you look so beautiful tonight," Baron Strucker is every bit of a slimy old fuck you expected him to be. He grinned at you once he pulled back from the hug he drew you in, his wife following to the same.

You know that thing in cartoons where the husband and wife looked the same? Yeah, that's the case with them. Mentally, you snorted and tried to keep the 'your parents were siblings' joke to a minimum.

"You look lovely my dear," The woman cooes at you. "My son will take good care of you, I raised him myself so I know that. And oh! The children you'll bear," she turns to her husband, "Darling, imagine our grandchildren with her hair and Jonas' eyes!"

"Hmm yes, they'd be adorable. I hope that the two of you will enjoy it tonight," the man laughed, sending you a wink that made your skin crawl.

Oh yes, you'll enjoy it tonight alright.

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When Kane received a message on the 2nd night of what's supposed to be your honeymoon week, a pit of apprehension opened in his stomach.

Just a little bit of family dinner, the message said. A private celebration where it's only gonna be you, Jonas, and his parents as well as Kane. It was the most suspicious thing he read.

You grew up together and Kane knew how you could be. Your destructive tantrums and your attitude that could fuel a small country. It's why he called you spoiled; the way you refused to bow your head and follow what your parents told you, holding your chin up and following whatever you wanted.

He knew how cunning you could be and begrudgingly, Kane could admit that you're one hell of a fox in terms of playing and manipulating yourself in and out of situations.

Your mother never did teach you what you were supposed to know and do and Father had always been soft towards you despite his obvious favour towards Kane. It's why you grew up with such a big head, thinking that you could live outside your responsibility of the family.

Kane was more than overjoyed to finally put you in your place despite the circumstances that brought the marriage up in the first place.

Initially, he opted to ignore the message of invite to the dinner but when Mrs. Strucker called him to ask if he was attending as well, he's got no choice but to agree.

Which is why he's currently sitted in the dinner table of the penthouse that you and Jonas' were spending your honeymoon in. He sat facing Mrs. Strucker, the head seat to his right occupied by the family head while the other one remained empty for Jonas' to take.

There's a feast laid out in front of him, recipes he didn't recognise but looked appealingly good. He barely paid them attention when the servants rolled them in unlike the Strucker couple, waiting for you to appear and preparing himself for whatever plan you've cooked up this time.

Once you did appear, you looked gorgeous with your hair up in a clean bun, a few strands loose to frame your rouged cheeks, the red on your lips matching the red dress you picked to wear, bejeweled with glitters that reflected the warm overhead lights to twinkle like stars. Kane recognised it as one of your favourite dresses, the slit on both sides of the fitting fabric and open back showing enough skin that Mrs Strucker gasped in scandal.

Internally, Kane fumed.

That dress didn't leave much for imagination and it didn't fit the image of the shy and quiet sister he shared with Jonas' and his parents.

"That's quite the dress you're wearing, Rosie," he gritted out as you smiled at him serenely. You walked towards the table, bounding towards the Strucker couple and giving them both kisses to the cheek.

"What can I say? Tonight's a special night and I wanted to dress pretty," You shrugged indifferently.

"Well, I could understand the desire but.. did you really have to go with that one?" Mrs Strucker hesitantly asked.

"It's my favourite, auntie!" You laughed as you took the other head seat. Kane tried to kill you with his glare.

"Hmm and what did Jonas say about this, dear?" Mr Strucker eyed you.

"Oh he loved it, uncle," you purred before spreading your arms. "Tonight's special like I said so let's have a feast! I cooked all of this for us to enjoy!"

You urged them to start digging into the meal you've prepared and they reluctantly did so. Kane glared at you while he shoved a piece of meat in his mouth, silently and reluctantly enjoying what you've prepared.

The Strucker couple did not share his reluctance and made it clear.

"My my, this is quite the dishes you've prepared my dear!" Baron praised as he took a bite of whatever he took for his plate. You preened like a fucking peacock, smiling sheepishly.

Kane silently chewed, never taking his eyes off of you before he startled in his seat, finally noticing what, or more specifically, who was missing.

"Where's Jonas?" He asks, barely keeping his voice down.

"Mhm?" You looked up from your meal, blinking at him innocently.

"That's right, dear," Mrs. Strucker nodded. "Not that I don't enjoy this but where's my son? I expected him to be here with us."

"What do you mean?" You asked, brows furrowed in confusion as you tilted your head. Kane's heart dropped, recognising the malevolent mischievous glint in your eyes.

Slowly, he looked down at the meal he was silently enjoying, the pit in his stomach growing deeper.

"He's already here," You intoned, chewing thoroughly.

"Ah what?" Baron says as he placed the glass of wine he took a sip from down. Mrs. Strucker shifted restlessly in her chair, sensing the change of mood.

"I said," You start, putting your fork and knife down to spread your arms around the feast you've prepared, "that he's already here."

Kane went pale, stomach rolling as his fingers went tight around the knife and forks he used to dig into the flesh of his supposed brother-in-law.

He could see the very moment the other two realised what you meant, blood draining out of their face as their eyes surveyed the presented meals. They both started spouting out denials.

When Kane looks back at you, you're sporting a wide manic grin, chewing at a piece of meat you stuck in your mouth. He felt sick, suddenly understanding how much fucking worse you could get the more you're pushed around.

How far you'd go whenever your freedom is threatened.

With a chuckle, you leaned forward to take the cover of one of the bigger plates he didn't even notice and Kane knew what to expect, somehow, but he couldn't keep down the gag of disgust and horror clawing up his throat at the sight of Jonas' head presented like a pig, dressing around it and decorated with fruits.

"Well? How does he taste?" You asked proudly, puffing your chest and taking the plate up so you could show it to the horrified trio in front of you.

"You demonic psychopath!" Baron exploded, rising from his seat so he could shout obscenities at you.

Kane felt frozen in his own seat, looking away in disgust when Mrs Strucker vomitted to the side, starting to cry hysterics after it.

"He's very bad in bed, do you know that?" You say conversationally, accent shifting into a mocking russian one. "Very bad dirty talk and small dick. He cried like a little bitch when I stuck my knife into his side and twisted it."

You did nothing but laugh at the pairs growing horror and grief, eyeing them gleefully.

"There's no one to hear you here, auntie and uncle, so scream your grievances as much as you want," You giggled once Baron started yelling for guards and his men.

Kane have seen men and women be cut into pieces, burned alive or buried in different locations. He's brutal fights and has been part of them, has seen blood and the kind of violence that would belong to monsters.

He believed that he's experienced and seen it all but this?

This act of yours?

It took the cake.

"Looking like a paper there, brother," You sneered once you turned your attention to him.

Your words, the way you spat the word brother out, it made him rise to his seat in pure fucking rage. Baron and his wife looked like they'd gone into shock, heaving and gagging like it'll remove the taste of their son from their mouth.

"I am not your brother," He hissed angrily. "From this day on, I have no sister! What the fuck is going on inside of that head of yours, Y/N?! How could you possibly do this?!"

You went blank faced at his words, eerily staring at him with blank eyes that stared deep in his soul. Kane leaned forward, the edge of the table digging into his front as he balanced his weight on the palms he's got planted on the wood.

You were quiet for a few minutes before a completely malevolent grin split your face, eyes wide and blazing.

You threw your head back at whatever joke you had spinning in your head. The dinning room is now quiet, save for Mrs Strucker's sobs and your shrieking laughter.

Then abruptly, you stopped laughing and the emotions on your face are wiped clean when you directed back the attention to him. Kane barely had the time to duck under the table when you pulled a gun under the table, shooting the hysterical and sobbing couple at the end of the table.

"Fuck!" He yelled over the sound of gun shots and falling bodies, pulling out his own pistol and praying that someone fucking heard the ruckus you raised.

Taking out his phone, he dialed up Dylan, his right hand man, and immediately called for back up. "I need back up!" He whispered yell, crawling under the table and watching out for you. He broke out in cold sweat when the room fell silent, not even the click of your heels to fill it.

When he peeked out of the long clothe draped on the table, you weren't anywhere to be seen.

"Kane? I thought you were with-"

"My sister's gone fucking manic Dylan and I need a fucking back up," he continued to furiously whisper to the phone, earth shattering fear coursing through him.

The last thing Dylan hears from his boss is his terrified yelp as Kane is pulled out from under the table, coming face to face with his dear sister.

"What's the matter, brother? This is supposed to be a private party for us only-" You danced out of the way as he swiped out of you.

You've tucked your pistol away on the tactical strap on your waist that you were most definitely not sporting earlier, a few knives wrapped around you revealed thighs. You took great pleasure in kicking away Kane's own gun.

"Give it up Rosie," He spat, studiously ignoring the cooling corpse of the Strucker couple a few feet away from both of you. "Dylan and our men are on their way. I'll have them spare you if you get on your fucking knees right now!"

"The last person to demand me on my knees was Jonas and look at where he is right now," You crooned, gesturing to the left overs on the dinner table. Kane grimaced, shifting and reluctantly throwing himself at you.

You trade blows, his strength against your agility all the while you screamed at each other. He catches you in the stomach and you retaliate with a right hook, busting his lips. You kick him in the leg, raising your other to hit him on his left and he stumbles backwards.

The two of you are panting as he eyes you, gaze shifting to the gun thrown to the size. He's got a blooming bruise on his face, lips busted. You weren't better, hair disarray and blood down your nose and from the cut on your forehead you got when he threw a vase at you. But you were grinning, relishing at the destruction you've caused and the blood on your brother's face.

Kane lunges at you with a punch. One that you dodge, swinging your legs in a round house kick that he blocks with his left forearm. You twist to catch his other hand, wrapping your right leg around his shoulder and neck, lifting yourself to catch him in triangle choke.

"I fucking hate you," Kane gurgles as he swings you and your weight around, making you grunt as he slams you repeatedly against the ground when he finally falls on your knees.

"I hate you too!" You scream at him, plowing your elbow down to his head. He manages to detangle from you but you don't waste your time, swiping his legs under him.

You quickly straddle him on his chest, busting your knuckles open as you beat the ever loving shit out of him. He struggled under you, nearly bucking you off before he eventually went limp. You don't stop despite feeling his face collapse under your knuckles and rage, not even when his face is a mess of broken flesh and blood.

That euphoric satisfaction in you at the sight of him dies a quiet death, replace with sinking grief. To your brother, you're nothing but a blur of colours and pain.

He doesn't see you cry nor the pain that flashes across your features as you bowed over him, loose hair framing your face like a curtain.

"You're all I had you know that?" You sob silently, cupping his face. "We might hate each other but we're still siblings. We grew up together Kane. Why'd you turn into such a douchebag?"

You get no reply, just his pained wheezes. You continue to cry quietly, body shaking with tears before it turns into something different, starting with a chuckle before turnings into a full blown cackle.

"But then again, it's not like I can talk. I mean, look at me," you say to the quiet room, eyes staring your dying brother down with dead eyes. "Good bye brother."

With that, you pull out your gun and mercilessly shoots him in the head.

You don't know how long you sat there, blankly staring at your brother's corpse, face barely recognisable. It must be a long time because when you finally find it in you to move, the blood has started to dry.

You feel empty, legs shaky when you pull yourself up. You've got a death grip on your pistol, chest tight and stomach rolling. Suddenly, you want to stick yourself in an ice bath, let the cold prickling sensation of ice numb you skin till it's pale and shivering, till you were lightly shuddering and numb to the cold.

It's why you're so caught off guard when the dooble door of the penthouse blast open, footsteps thundering to fill the once quiet room. The mirror to your other side is broken by a winged figure shooting itself inside, mechanical wings tucking itself close as he landed in a crouch.

'shit,' you think to yourself as you throw yourself out of the way, pulling your pistol up and aiming at the men and women that came into your view.

You paused however because you'd expected Dylan and his men for back up.. not these strangers dressed in tactical gears. 'Interpol agents' is what came to your mind but 2 very distinctive faces made you change your mind.

"Wanda?" You called out softly, eyeing the girl who stood behind two very tall and very big men. She had her gaze on Baron and his wife, eyes wide in shock. Her brother and the rest of the people with her seemed to be in similar or varying state of surprise and shock.

"Ms L/N," She hesitantly greeted, your gazes meeting. Everyone's attention snapped to you and you surveyed them all quietly. Your eyes lingered on the two tall men, one short and brown haired while the other blonde, face bearded and hair slicked back.

"I told you, Y/N is fine," You chirped back at her warmly, gun still raised. You tilted your head, "Considering that you work very close with Baron and Jonas, I'd expected that you knew that this is a private celebration."

"Woman you have a different idea of celebration," the winged man whistled as he eyed the cooling corpses. Another red haired woman has started investigating the dinner table, Wanda's brother still staring at Baron's body in shock.

"It was a special occasion," You shrugged, looking indifferent but internally, you were panicking.

You vaguely recognised this people, men and women associated with the Merchant of Death, biggest and baddest dealer of weapons and advanced technology.

The Merchant of Death was a very picky man and to get into a contract with him was a difficult thing. You seriously doubt that the Strucker family would have connections with him considering that they're tighly tied with the Hydra mob but seeing that the Maximoff siblings are very cozied with them and they went in guns blazing, you can only assume that they're here for you and what you've done.

"She cooked him," Your gun snaps to the woman by the dinner table, poking Jonas head. You squint at her, slowly recognising her as one Natasha Romanoff, former agent of Red Room, an illegal agency that was busted several years ago by another agency after it was discovered that most of their agents came from another massive Trafficking ring.

It wasn't a public news but it was a big deal for the neighbouring crime rings, seeing such big organisations go down and be revealed in just a day.

Natasha Romanoff was notoriously known for her skills as an assassin and she was a woman nobody wanted to cross.

'Fuck,' you thought, starting to sweat.

"Could see your fight or flight instinct fighting from here, doll," A voice drawled and your attention snapped at the brown haired man casually poking at your brother's corpse. By now, the group have broken to snoop around the room.

You meet his piercing gaze head on and you try not to get lost in his icy silver blue eyes, the way they seemed to strip you bare. You raised your eyebrow and puffed up your chest when his gaze roamed down your body.

"Take a pic, it'll last longer," You grunted, shifting your stance so one of your legs are more revealed than the other through the slit of your dress. You know you don't look your best at the moment considering that beat down you lashed out but you'll be damned if you didn't make sure that you're at your hottest in your last moments.

He chuckled, the rasp to his voice nearly enough to distract you from the cursing from other side of the room.

"Shit for real?" Wings cursed, eyeing the meals you prepared in disgust, awe and horror. "That's just nasty man."

"Hey!" You say indignantly. "He makes a great meal you fuck head! Don't disrespect my cooking!"

"Well, this is unexpected," Tall, blonde and handsome says as he crouched by Baron's corpse, eyeing thoughtfully. "Thought your brother was the psychopath, with the violent and destructive reputation he's made for himself when he assumed leader to your empire."

"Add 'idiot' to that," You snarked, returning his stare. They didn't seem interested in killing you or taking you in for what you've done. In fact, they didn't seem to care at all that Baron, his wife and your brother are dead as well as Jonas.

"how about you put the gun down, Ms L/N?" Pietro gestures at you and the pistol you've got trained on them.

"Not until I know what you're here for," you grinned shakily.

"We're not here for you," Icy eyes tells you, brows raised. "So better put that gun down before you shoot someone."

"You think I don't know how to use this?" You gritted at him.

"Opposite actually. Seeing what you've done here, it's much better that we talk instead of shoot yes?" Romanoff comes to stand close. The others shift as well, done with poking around to stare at you with undivided attention.

You glare at them all, defensive.

"Relax sweetheart, were not here to hurt you. We just wanna talk," Icy eyes soothingly says, hands up in mock surrender. You try to kill him with your eyes.

"He's right. We don't mean any harm, we just want to talk," Blondie from earlier copies him.

"Ms Y/N, we came in here for the assassination of the Strucker family head as well as your brothers' but seeing that they're already dead, we'll do nothing but talk," Wanda came forward to explain.

Your eyes narrow at her, "So you're a double agent? Figured that you were just there for the show with how you looked like."

Wanda looked sheepish for a moment. "We saw our way out of the family's shitty system so we took it. They're the good guys," Pietro shrugged beside her, gesturing at the other 4.

"Don't know who these guys are, so- forgive me if I don't trust them as you do," You shrug back, seriously doubting the good guys comment.

"Natasha Romanoff," The black widow agent introduces herself abruptly, eyes on the blood stains on your flesh and skin.

"Sam Wilson," Wings followed with an arm cross.

"Steve Rogers," Blondie offered with a nod, your eyes widening as you focused entirely on the very dangerous and known man in front of you.

If this guy was Steve Rogers, also known as, funnily enough, 'The Captain' then the man beside him must be-

"James Buchanan Barnes but you can call me Bucky," The mother fucking Winter Soldier winks at you, a playful grin on his face.

You are either very fucking lucky or fucked over at the moment if you didn't play your cards right.

Fin~

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[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 18 - The Pyrofuego

All analysis and plot leaves my body as I look at angry Kerubim and think that he should yell more, because it makes him look cute.

If Keke buying all of this stuff and giving money for it makes you angry, I hope it cheers you up to know that by Dofus MMO times he has resorted to, instead, hiring adventurers to beat the shit out of anyone who sells magical items made by the Mad Xelor(s).

Food sidenote: they're buying the same stuff as in the Ye'Ch'Ti episode. I love you consistency, and I love you, ways to preserve the animation budget.

Maybe the Mad Xelor is using xelor magic to live for a very long time. Maybe it is a different Mad Xelor, who has a lot of Xelor buddies. Maybe being The Mad Xelor is a title. Or maybe the Mad Xelor of Aux Tresors was so cunty that his batshit insane death machines are still being sold centuries later.

Either way, I find it very funny that shitty counterfeit is, perhaps, Kerubim's longest standing enemy.

Yeah, me too Joris. Me too.

I usually bully Keke about literally everything and anything. This time I will bully not only him.

Bashi hates him for some insane reasons. Keke is stupid when it comes to emotions, yeah, and consoling Bashi in the "aww it gets better" style despite Bashi's lovelife consistently going to shit was bad. But Kerubim rescuing the one woman, who was with Bashi against her will, and Bashi considering it a real relationship that Keke broke up, is a yet another "Bashi being fucking INSANE" moment, — and, very importantly, none of these make Kerubim look like a bad person, in any way shape or form.

Which leads us to the next point: What did Kerubim expect from Bashi, here? The Bashi who has a history of irrational hatred for him. Also violence. Did he expect a "Thank you bestieeee, dully noted!"? Keke is way too optimistic for his own good, to have thought that Bashi would ever listen, and genuinely, I think the best course of action would have been to steal it, instead of saying anything.

Anyway, I started this part of the post with the intent to say that Kerubim gives people too many benefits of the doubt, and ended up coming to the conclusion that Bashi is a misogynist and also stupid instead. I'm sorry followers.

Also, feminism.

If I speak up on my thoughts on Kerubim growling, I will go to jail.

And this insane fucking behaviour is why Kerubim should have fucked around instead of finding out immediately.

I'm sorry for constantly siding with Keke in this episode, but he is SO, so right. I'm sorry queen for ever calling you a bad father.

I wish I knew enough about the games to know if these are real items from them.

For all my research, I am just not that good at MMOs, and some things may elude me.

Actually I take it back I'm going to put Kerubim Crepin inside a meat grinder and—

There are way too many cute background characters in this episode.

He is still as normal about stress as always. <3

Normal, mentally stable husband behaviour. Of course.

They look like a shushu just told them that the Iop guy they've known for a decade is a woman.

I like to think that, the reason Joris is 1. not sleeping, 2. with Simone, and 3. didn't go to the party despite Kerubim being literally the only one not allowed there, is that Kerubim was like "if things go bad, — you get the custody. AND you flee the country. Bashi is that insane."

No commentary. Just a nice moment.

Anyway, same image.

#ep18 #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ro liveblogs dofus

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 8(NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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A loud voice called out, one I recognized it as the guy with the bushy eyebrows.

“BEAST! STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT! WITH POISON!

AND YOU! ARTHUR SELWYN! CLIMB ONTO THE PLATFORM OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!

Oh I did NOT like this guy! If I had anything to throw at him I would! But I wasn't sure if the consequences would be worth it.

Also the only thing i could throw were my shoes as everything else had been stripped away from me and i did not want to lose my only pair of shoes, finding new ones would be impossible at my new size.

As for Arthur, he waited till the wooden platform was lowered to the ground completely before climbing on and looking back at me one last time, his eyes glazed over with such an intense fear like I had never seen before as he was lifted up again.

As soon as he got up to the level of the balcony at least six guards apprehended him once again and dragged him out of sight.

I heard a door slam shut and assumed that I was alone again, until I heard that awful nasally voice again.

“BEAST! WHY HAVE YOU NOT KILLED THE SON OF THE TRAITOR? I SPECIFICALLY ORDERED IT! I EXPECT THAT THE NEXT TIME HE IS THROWN IN YOU KILL HIM!”

Despite having only had a few interactions with this guy i absolutely Loathed him with all my being and hoped plague would fall upon him.

And why did he think I would do what he said? Just because he had trapped me in this ugly pit didn't mean I would suddenly heed his words.

“Why would I do that? He hasn't done anything to me personally, and besides you're the one keeping my friends captive! How do I know you won't just kill all of us as soon as Arthur is dead?”

The face of the man turned a bit redder in indignancy, but otherwise he didn't dare come closer.

Coward.

“BEAST! HOW ABOUT A DEAL? I WILL LET YOU AND THE OTHER TWO CAPTIVES LEAVE THE KINGDOM AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR! THAT IS A GOOD DEAL TRUST ME”

I did anything but trust this loud bitch, but maybe i could find a way to get all of us out? This guy expected me to kill Arthur, even threatened me with starvation.

But bushy brows over there didn't know about my strange anatomy, no one aside from Robin did, so maybe I could put Arthur inside and let them think I actually ate him.

This plan was so batshit insane that it might just work! The only problem was that Arthur didn't know either and would think I was going to kill him for real.

I wouldn't even be able to tell him in case someone listened in, Besides he himself had said that he was a terrible actor so i made up my mind, as much as i hated it.

Now I only had to get Bushy brows to actually keep his word.

He didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed so I hoped it would be easy.

“Alright, fine! But you have to swear on every river of hell AND the God Amesimos that you will let us go! Or that a hundred years of plague shall fall upon yourself! Also you will not tell the others about it EVER!”

I slowly stood up while speaking and watched with glee as his face went pale, probably seeing for the first time how big I actually was.

“BEAST! YOUR DEMANDS WILL BE MET AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR, THAT I SWEAR BY EVERY RIVER FLOWING THROUGH HELL AND BY THE GLORIOUS GOD AMESIMOS ITSELF! AS LONG AS YOU NEVER RETURN AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN ESCORTED OUT OF COURSE!”

He probably thought he had a gotcha moment with his last addon, but why the fuck would i ever come back here? I knew I would be killed on sight then.

“So we have a deal then? Good you can send Arthur back i guess”

I felt absolutely sick at how his face lit up with a sick sort of glee as I had agreed, and I kind of hoped he would fall over the railing and break his neck.

I was almost relieved when his ugly mug vanished from my sight, but he returned a bit later with about twenty guards and a beaten up Arthur.

It seemed that during the short conversation I had with bushy brows they had had their ‘fun’ with him as I could make out a black eye and a split eyebrow.

At least it didn't seem like they had struck the wound in his side again, rather that they had concentrated on his face as was evident by his broken nose that bled a little onto his shirt staining it even more red.

I winced in sympathy and realized if I had not agreed to this insane plan they would just have beaten him to death.

They threw him roughly onto the platform that they had used to get him up and started to let him down again, at the last fourth however someone cut the rope and made him plummet the last of the way down with a yelp.

He didn't seem to have been further injured as far as i could tell but i still went over to check.

“I'm okay… i think, everything hurts anyway so no difference really”

He got slowly up to face me and in an attempt to seem less intimidating I sat on the ground with my legs crossed as he slowly got up.

“How's your nose? Doesn't look pleasant to be honest”

I tried to stall for some time as I didn't know if I should tell him I was going to ‘eat’ him or not, but the disgusting gaze of the man with the monobrow was still burning into my back.

“It's fine, just a bit of pain, did they want anything from you?”

He wiped the blood off as best as he could and I noticed that he was swaying a bit while standing, did they give him a concussion? I hoped not.

But at least he seemed to have enough brains to ask questions, and I decided to answer as honestly as I could.

“Well obviously they wanted me to kill you, they even offered me a deal”

At my words he went still and looked up at me with a pale face.

“What kind of deal?...”

Oh i was going to hate the next hour i was sure of it, but i would do my best to explain without giving away to the sick fuck on the balcony what was actually going on.

Sadly this meant I couldn't tell Arthur that he would be fine.

“They said that if i killed you they would let me AND the other two go, as long as we don't come back to Maringand”

It was as if someone had tugged a rug from underneath him as he sort of fell down to his knees in slow motion.

“Are you?- I mean, are you going to Take the deal? Because if so i won't fight you”

Of all the things I had thought would be the outcome for this situation it certainly wasn't that he'd just let it happen.

“I mean maybe? Why are you even okay with this? Why would you just let me do that?”

He looked dejectedly to the ground, seemingly trying to put it into words.

“Can you promise me to keep the other two safe? I always knew that one day they would get me, but the others don't deserve to suffer, can you get them back to Kamerasca for me?”

Wait, he'd just let me? As long as I promised to bring the other two back home safely?

I had planned on bringing them back there anyway, and if it meant this entire Bullshit would go over faster I'd gladly do that.

“I can do that, i'll even promise to bring them there myself even if i get shot at again”

He seemed a bit calmer at the prospect of his friends getting back home safely, but he seemed to still have something nagging at him.

“So- uh, how- how are you going to- you know?”

Ah this was the part i had dreaded, explaining that i was going to literally eat him alive was not going to go over well.

And how the fuck would i even start explaining this?

In the end I decided to just be blunt about it, no use beating around the bush after all.

“Im- im going to… eat you? I guess?”

He blanched at the words, gripping one of his upper arms so tight that I worried it would start to bleed, looking at it made me realize that there were some long healed teeth marks on his elbow.

Right Robin has said something about that.

He was sitting on the ground paler than I had ever seen him before, shaking and refusing to look at me.

Finally he spoke in a quiet and softly dejected voice.

"What do you plan to do? Chew me to bits? Or snap my neck first?"

“Neither, I intend to swallow you whole. Alive."

He winced as I told him what I was going to do.

“That's hardly any better, i really don't want to die by melting alive but i can’t stop you”

Oh yeah i forgot about that part, It would be the first thing anyone assumed when told such a thing.

I wracked my brain trying to come up with something to comfort him that wouldn’t give away that he'd be safe to the sick fuck on the balcony.

“Well, not really, you'd suffocate first before anything else happens so it would be more like just going to sleep i guess”

“How the fuck do you know that? Please don't tell me you have done something like this before!”

He was starting to panic again and I tried to find something in my Brain that could help explain it.

“Uhh, no I have not, remember that I've only been a Giant for like a week? And I've spent that time in a stupid ass forest where I got lost?

That aside, well, Biology i guess? You can't tell me you've never thrown up.

And I'm pretty sure humans suffocate after like ten minutes? Well at least people pass out by that point i've seen that outside of bars”

Alcohol did not do kind things to people, made them pretty pissy generally.

At least Arthur seemed to be a bit more at ease now after I told him why I knew such a thing.

Well as at ease as one can be when facing the prospect of being eaten alive at least.

He was however still shaking like a leaf and pale like a corpse, anticipating a death that wouldn't really come.

“We can't stall this forever can we? As much as i'd like to, i think if we take any longer they will just shoot both of us to death”

He shakily nodded, sighing.

“Alright just… get it over with i guess, i won't move”

I put my hand down in front of him so he could climb on.

He stared at it for a good few seconds seemingly not comprehending that he could just climb into my palm before he closed his eyes and stepped on.

Using my other hand to stabilize him I carefully raised him to be level with my face.

I noticed that he had shut his eyes as tight as possible and was breathing hard, trying not to panic and shaking like it was the middle of winter.

“It'll be okay i won't hurt you don't worry”

I tried to reassure him the best I could before I put him in my mouth.

Pushing a finger against him I shoved him to the back of my throat and I shifted my jaw a few times, sighing before I swallowed.

Throughout all of this Arthur had been remarkably calm and I didn't know if he had passed out or not, but a slight shift of his arms proved that he was still conscious.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arthur was shoved head first into Donovan's mouth, past the pearly white teeth and a finger pushed him even further in, dragging him along the weirdly bumpy texture of the tongue to the back of the throat.

He could feel as Donovan opened and closed his jaws a few times, Likely preparing to swallow again.

Arthur could feel the air push against him as Donovan let out a sigh, The air swirling past him out of the mouth he was in.

Then a loud 'GLRK' sounded, taking him down most of the way.

Arthur could feel what he assumed to be Donovan’s hand press in against the throat as he went down.

He could hear the giant’s heart beating loudly as he passed it and it took everything in him not to move.

One last swallow and Arthur flopped out into an open space leaving him the one option it is.

This is not a place he imagined he’d actually end up being in, at least in one piece.

Arthur stayed still, trying his hardest not to move until he curled around himself, shaking.

He could feel the fleshy walls shift around him as the Giant breathed in and out.

He wanted to scream and hit and kick at the slowly rippling walls, but he had said he wouldn't move, so he'd try his best to keep still.

If he could keep his friends safe in exchange for this nightmare he would stay here, even if it meant his own death. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

After Arthur had slipped away from my hands I could feel him enter my pouch.

I could tell he was shaking really badly and I wished to be able to do nothing more than comfort the trembling form and tell him he wasn't gonna die.

But I couldn't, not with an entire army watching, not to mention the bushy eyebrows guy was leaning over the railing again.

He had a sick sort of elation on his face at seeing me devour Arthur and I wanted nothing more than to punch his face in.

“WELL DONE BEAST! YOU SHALL BE RELEASED TOMORROW! UNTIL THEN YOU SHALL BE WATCHED! TO ENSURE THAT HE IS TRULY DEAD!”

God I hated this prick and wished him an untimely and absolutely stupid death.

Hearing him laugh in his ear paining nasally voice I Punched the wall next to me with a loud Boom that shook the balconies overhead, making him and a few soldiers yelp in alarm.

“Your Majesty! Are you alright?’”

Wait, that was the King??? Oh fuck i was lucky that he had agreed to let me and the other two go tomorrow.

But I hadn't expected the guy with the bushy eyebrows to be the king, he just didn't look like it, but that was probably because he wasn't wearing a crown the times i saw him.

Well aware that I was being watched from who knew where I sat back against the wall near where the sun was shining in.

Drawing my legs up I put my hands over my middle where the still trembling form of Arthur currently resided.

I had to applaud him though, he had been refraining from struggling or screaming this entire time.

He certainly was a brave man, I was pretty sure I would be screaming in such a situation.

Putting my hand directly over my pouch I could even feel him breathe, he was taking slow shaky breaths apparently trying not to cry.

I felt worse than ever and I couldn't even tell him he'd be fine! If word got out to the king I'd be shot dead immediately!

I tried my best to comfort him still, rubbing softly at him through the walls of my pouch where he lay.

I stopped after hearing him let out a quiet sob.

I hated this, hated it a lot actually and wanted time to go over faster so we could leave and finally tell him that he's not in danger.

He was still trembling and it made me feel even more worse the more this went on but I didn't dare speak.

Trying to think of something else to calm him down as attempting to rub at him hadn't helped in the least i started holding my own breath.

He got some form of air supply, so if I managed to pinch that off enough he would get drowsy from lack of oxygen and fall asleep.

Perhaps holding my breath as well would work?

It might be mean to do such a thing but being in a constant state of terror couldn't be good for his brain.

I was really glad I could hold my breath for quite some time, about five minutes if I recalled correctly, enough time for Arthur to start slumbering the time he was stuck there away.

And I was right, it only took him three minutes to stop shaking and fall asleep.

So now I was sitting in this stupid pit with only the sleeping form of Arthur to keep me company, which was honestly rather boring.

However I would not try to make smalltalk with one of the Guards that without a doubt would shoot me immediately if they were allowed to do so.

We were leaving as soon as possible anyways so it would be pretty pointless to do such a thing.

Sliding down against the wall slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping Form inside of me I put my back against the wall, lying on my side and tucking my legs up, curling protectively around my middle.

I could feel Arthur slide a little in my pouch and I went dead still, hoping to not wake him up after he had finally calmed down.

As nothing besides slight shifting happened I continued to lay there trying not to think about how having something alive in my pouch felt actually sort of, good?

I shoved such thoughts as far away as possible, this would NOT become a common occurrence, After all, as soon as I got those idiots back to Kamerasca I would dip anyway.

I still couldn't figure out why the thought about them going back without me stung, but I ignored it for now.

Laying like this and watching the sunbeam move over the wall I started holding my breath everytime i thought that Arthur was about to wake up.

Some hours later the light from outside vanished completely leaving me in darkness and with nothing better to do fell asleep myself hoping that Arthur wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night.

I was not woken until the next morning when I heard doors being opened with a bang from one of the balconies startling me enough to sit up abruptly.

Fearing that it might have woken Arthur, I held my breath again as I heard the telltale clack clack of expensive shoes on stone walking to the railing.

Ah, it seems the king has arrived again.

I sincerely hoped that he’d keep his word and let me and the other two free today, but he had sworn to God and all rivers of hell so it should be fine.

I hoped at least.

I was proven right when I heard his Nasally and way too loud voice called down to me.

“BEAST! SINCE THE BOY IS NOW DEAD YOU AND THE OTHER TWO PRISONERS WILL BE ESCORTED OUT OF MARINGAND TODAY! AND REMEMBER TO NEVER RETURN TO MY KINGDOM!”

As if I ever wanted to come back to this hellhole but saying that out loud might not be a good idea.

“Sure, i'm not keen on getting stuck into this pit again, so we will leave for good i can assure you that”

Standing up slowly to make sure Arthur stayed asleep, I stood in the middle of the room as the king called down again.

“BEAST! IF YOU ARE TO STRAY TOO FAR OR ATTACK A CITIZEN YOU WILL BE SHOT! WE HAVE PLANNED A ROUTE OUT OF OUR KINGDOM AND WE WILL LEAD YOU THERE! SO DO NOT WANDER OFF OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!”

Man this guy loved to threaten me with getting shot, and I kinda wished I could shoot him instead.

Ignoring the urge to punch the wall again I heard another set of doors being opened.

Turning around I saw that they were pushing the only door that I could fit through slowly open.

Peering into the dark I saw at least forty guards, all fitted with crossbows in addition to their normal getup standing in front of a slope that seemed to have been carved out of the surrounding stone.

Slowly going up the tunnel surrounded by armed Guards I saw another door that was also being opened the moment we came near it.

Arthur was still unconscious, and currently bunched up like in a hammock at the bottom of my pouch.

I held my breath again to make sure Arthur stayed asleep but made extra sure to not completely suffocate him, just keep the air low enough that he wouldn't wake up.

Watching the Doors swing open I saw both Robin and Rikaad on the other side, both surrounded by Guards like me.

Robin's face lit up at the sight of me and Rikaad looked confusedly behind me and around as if searching for someone, and I knew exactly who he was looking for but I couldn't tell him that Arthur was okay and with me, Within me right now.

And I prayed to Amesimos that he would never find out, he was an enigma as it was and I couldn't predict what he would do if he ever did find out.

It might be okay, or he could just murder me for doing such a thing I couldn't tell with that guy.

I knew as long as I didn't do anything bad he was alright but I didn't know how he would react to something like this.

Robin seemed to have catched up on the fact that Arthur was still missing and was looking around confusedly.

He even tried to get closer to me but was yanked back by a Guard and put next to Rikaad who looked at the offending man with the iciest look i had ever seen him have, and even the guard backed off a bit as Rikaad stood provocatively next to Robin while Squaring up in front of the smaller Guard.

He really was a tall human, if i was still normal sized i’d definitely be scared of him.

I was also a bit scared of him as a Giant to be honest, Those eyes still unnerved me greatly.

As I was being led out of the tower I noticed it was near the edge of the forest next to some houses, and that Robin was right about me being tall like a house, I could see onto the roofs pretty well.

At the command of some higher ranking Guard we were all collectively herded along the line of buildings towards the forest.

If the streets weren't completely empty it would feel like I was being paraded through town, but it looked like they had ‘evacuated’ all citizens for this.

One less thing to worry about I hoped.

They really weren't fast either and I had to slowly drag my feet across the ground to not step out of the line they made.

I really tried to steer closer to Robin and Rikaad but the Guards always switched positions with them so I couldn't get near, and every time I did try they would aim their crossbows at me.

Feeling Arthur move a bit I held my breath again, if he woke up now and made any noise that could be heard on the outside we'd all be dead men.

I felt really bad about doing this to him, but I didn't really have any other options, and besides it was to save his hide as much as mine.

I just hoped he would forgive me for this one day, but it was unlikely.

It was whatever, they would go back home to Kamerasca and I would have to wander the woods as just another monster if I didn't find out how to deal with this curse.

Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye I looked onto a rooftop to see a barefooted boy in tattered clothing standing there, He seemed to be not older than eleven or twelve, and surprisingly had pointed ears just like me.

Another Bastard, I looked at him in sympathy and silently wished him luck.

I knew how hard street life could be as an unwanted halfbreed.

As he saw that I was looking at him he made the thumbs up gesture while pointing to his ears and I gave the tiniest nod back.

He climbed over the roofs out of sight and I doubted that I would ever see this boy again.

But it was nice to know I wasn't the only one.

I noticed that the direction we were going in was towards the mountain and I guessed that they would let us go at roughly the same spot they found us.

Holding my breath again as I felt Arthur move I tried to get closer to Robin and Rikaad once more but stopped when some of the Guards raised their crossbows at me.

There was no doubt in my mind that the tips were coated in poison and I was not keen on getting shot, again.

PREVIOUS / NEXT / OVERSIGHT

#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #soft vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #v0re #g/t vore #g/t story #Barmea #Maringand #fearplay vore

[imandriebitemepls]

Miles willing let his sunflowers wilt

Miles falls, disgusted at himself.

Miles looks numbly at his 42 variant, his 42 prowler variant. Someone who deserved the life he mistakenly stole from him. Someone who Miles' most likely would've become, and now he feels as if he also took that from his variants hands as the numbness turns into a tired rage he's had ever since becoming Spider-Man's replacement, all those nights spent hating himself and doubting his existents all together. A existents he traded a life, the same exitance watching his uncle die because he was a mistake. A non-spider man with abilities most spiders didn't have. An anomaly, a monster, a freak of nature and universes across universes. The original anomaly.

Then, suddenly he hears what his variant spits out at him, obviously upset at the creature wearing his face, the same creature Miles' 42 mom saw, the same creature he very much still alive 42 uncle saw, the creature who 42 Miles' dad could've saw if Miles' hadn't been the fuck up he always was.

Tired rage spills back into numbness with even more hopelessness since he saw the other(rightfully) spiders, leave his universe with so much sadness and hurt, even his body hurt more than he thought it could handle without, at the very least, bleeding out.

He couldn't live anymore. Yes, physically he's still here but the Miles' he had been before being bitten had died, and he mourned his innocents death before he put on a carefully made mask around any and everyone who had met Miles' and who would potentially others he might meet as well. That part was the easiest since those people didn't know him before and even easier since he barely met any friends or even acquaints.

He understand why this Miles', deeper but very much still him- (no) he thought- (not him Miles' could never hold a candle to any and every Miles' every universe offers, he's a mistake.)

"Who are you and why do you look like me?" 42 Miles' states more than questions his counterpart.

"It doesn't matter, you won't believe a single word that comes out my mouth" 42 Miles' bristled at the non-answer and Miles' knows he deservers the truth since he looks just like him, only with a few differences, and is probably worried about how they got his identity and if this creature knew more beyond his looks.

Miles' sighs as he mentally prepares himself for the onslaught of questions and hateful gazes

"I am Miles' Morales from a different dimsention, I was bitten by a radioactive spider not from my universe but from this one instead. The night I got my powers I saw my dimsention version of Spider-Man aka Perter Parker. Since my universe already had a spider and its very own Spider-Man, I was deemed an anomaly only a few hours ago while being chased by every Spider-Man on earth 298, your earth being 42 and mine being earth 1610," Miles' pauses for a second to gauge their reactions, and as he expected they looked as if the creature in front of them was crazy mixed with an expression of curiosity of this batshit insane talk was going to lead.

Miles' continues until he get to the part of his uncle variant dying in his arms as all he could do was cry for a few moments until his dad saw him and he had to flee.

Surprised at the whole baffling situation, and Uncle Aaron being dead instead of 42 Miles' father in this universe. Learning how he had painted a mural for his uncle, noting similarities with earth 42's world as well as finding out Miles dad was gonna die- (again) 42 Miles' thought sourly- only to find out why the spider society was chasing him to begin with, noting how monstrous of his own people who know how it feels to deal with loss, and made him share their pain- (pain he'd already seem to have 2x more of before his 'friend' spider leered him to be hunted, again)- Miles' thought as he stared blankly at the section between 42 Miles' and his uncle, his rightfully alive uncle.

Not noticing the tears that spilled from his eyes as he continued his explanation. His voice finally cracking when he all but slurs out, "There's no way to save my dad, my home, my world. Because even if I can go back home there's still a interdimensional villain out to destroy everything I love and most likely my dimension and more." he wails as he feels the painfully familiarity of grief he could've stopped, but it seems all and every universe is trying to kill or hurt him since he unintentionally took lives that weren't meant to be taken from 1610 universes gentle hold, killing coldly them as soon as he was bitten.

"If maybe I died instead of uncle Aaron things would be better, if I had just never been born everyone would be here still. Maybe Miguel was right I'm a mistake, there's no hope no one is on my side, not like I deserves it. the deaths I've caused by just being born is too many with very little lives I've saved at this point. My world is dying and I might as well let my cells be destroyed by this universe for every person that now has to suffer here and getting my universe killed, the least I can do is die a slow and panful death for the actions I can never atone too.."

42 Miles' and Aaron look on at the broken boy with petrified faces eyes widening when they see him distort and slump forwards as he passes out glitching like a glitch in a game.

#miles morales #42 miles morales #miles atsv #42 uncle Aaron #miles morales angst #maybe part 2 #wrote this cuz shitty day and night would let me relax so got this out since anxiety wouldn't leave me today :)

[secretwhumplair]

In a room

709 words | Sequel to Possession

Prompt | No. 1 "But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” - @whumptober

Content | Captivity, aftermath of Doing Horrible Things, hand gore, implied fainting

Notes | I didn't prepare as much for whumptober as I would have liked to but I have this! And plans for continuation c:

Our unfortunate possessed is continuing to have. A time.

»Sorry it’s a little… like that, I wasn’t really expecting a guest.« Their good samaritan gave an awkward laugh as they showed them into the bare, little room with nothing but a mattress leaning on the wall and a dim lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.

They didn’t know what to say, or what to think of all this. They were already overwhelmed, and that was before the flood of gratitude at this stranger helping them out when they had nowhere else to go.

They entered the room on shaky legs. Something inside their gut felt wrong, but everything was wrong today.

»No, it’s - thanks. Honestly…« They felt the urge to explain themself, even if they knew they wouldn’t be believed. How would they? And yet- »I - I don’t know if you know what - I didn’t do anything. I mean, I didn’t mean to, I-« They realized they were just digging the hole deeper - everything they said sounded like an excuse.

»No, I saw it on the news.« His voice came from right behind them, in the doorway, soft and reassuring. »But like - it’s clear that - look at you now, you couldn’t do those things.«

That was another relief, that he knew what had happened and still wanted to help. They wouldn’t have to worry about him finding out and ditching them at the nearest police station when they had nothing to say in their defense that didn’t sound batshit insane. They were so tired and confused and afraid.

»No, I really - I couldn’t.«

»Can’t wait to hear what it has to say about it, though.«

They turned around. The stranger was still standing in the doorway, watching them with an odd look in his eyes. But then he would be - they were covered in blood and - and really, they needed rest. A hospital would have been ideal, but that certainly wasn’t an option, not after what had happened.

What had he just said?

»I…« They didn’t want to be ungrateful. The feeling in their gut was pounding at their aching skull and broken ribs, begging to be acknowledged - to be recognized.

They were still covered in blood, sticky where it hadn’t yet fully dried. »Can I take a shower?« they asked quietly, already more than the obvious question. He would say yes and help them with their injuries and maybe they could call a friend despite everything-

»I’m not sure that’s safe.« He smiled at them with apparent benevolence.

They looked down at themself. The thought hadn’t occurred to them. What if - whatever it was came back?

»Don’t worry, you’re safe here.«

»I need-«

»I’ll take care of it. Get some rest, will you.« The smile was still there, unwavering, as the door closed between them.

It was a sturdy metal door, wholly out of place in this little suburban house he’d taken them to.

They stared at it for a full minute, then it became to much to just stand here, and they backed up against the wall and let themself slide down to the floor.

Everything hurt, still. Every breath stabbed at where the chair had hit their body to the complete indifference of the - well, of it, whatever it was. They examined their hands, bloody from the nails down. Several had torn, and one was ripped off almost completely, hanging by the side. It was a sickening sight more than feeling; maybe they were still in shock, and this didn’t help. They half-thinkingly pushed the loose nail back onto its bed and whimpered at the sensation.

This, everything, was all wrong.

They felt dizzy, fuzzy, not-quite-there. The small, bare room was stuffy and starting to fill up with the stink of blood. They really needed a shower. They probably needed a doctor. They needed to sleep.

Well, there was a mattress.

They tried to get up to put it on the floor, but they were hit with such a rush of nausea they collapsed right back onto the floor.

»I - I need a sip of water,« they mumbled, their best attempt at a shout, but of course there was no chance the stranger had heard them through that door.

That was when they noticed the camera stuck in a corner of the ceiling.

Everything was wrong.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #lyric #original content #whump writing #captivity #hand gore #gore #my writing

[lcatala]

My top 6 movies discovered in 2023

I watched 52 new-to-me movies in 2023. Not nearly enough , as I could only find 6 movies that stood out sufficiently to be worthy of a personal top, in what was otherwise a pretty meh year — yes I'm a picky watcher — and yeah The Boy and The Heron didn't make the top, you can read the long rambling I wrote about it if you want to know why; I haven't watched Barbie, Oppenheimer or the Super Mario Bros. Movie, and haven't watched any Marvel-related movie since 2015.

6: Nimona (2023)

I didn't really expect to like the animated adaptation of N. D. Stevenson's comic, and I went in reluctantly, only because a lot of people who seemed trustworthy recommended it. Despite having some of the flaws I've come to expect in modern 3D animation, this was a very good surprise. You can read my detailed review here.

5: Suzume (2022)

The plot of Suzume stays very much within the bounds of the "modern artsy anime film", with a rather predictable 3+1 acts structure and an exploration of themes and human interactions which has some subtlety and nuance but overall stays very safe and on-the-surface. Nothing offensive, but nothing truly groundbreaking either.

But.

Suzume had, by far, the best animation of any movie I've seen this year. This movie is an absoluteely beautiful, every-frame-a-painting kind of deal. If I was to rank every animated I've ever seen solely by the quality of their animation, Suzume would easily be in the top 10.

4: Cape Fear (1962)

American cinema achieved maturity during the New Hollywood era that started in the late 1960s, marking a shift toward more naturalistic and more adult filmmaking and themes. But there were a few notable precursors before that.

The most famous of those is of course Psycho (altho tellingly, it was from a British director). But Cape Fear followed close behind, and is another example of an early 60s movie which you don't expect to be this dark and this raw, starring an absolutely get-under-your-skin-terrifying Robert Mitchum — if you thought he was creepy in The Night of the Hunter, you haven't seen nothing yet…

3: The Outwaters (2022)

This was the biggest surprise of the year, watched the same day it was recommended to me, having heard absolutely nothing about it before that (I didn't even know this movie existed). I got treated to a no-budget yet beautifully-shot found-footage horror movie — in fact the best found-footage movie I have ever seen, with a lot of attention put toward making the gimmick plausible, making the characters realistic and likeable, making this look like the kind of actual footage you'd find on a personal camera — while also having amazingly beautiful cinematography — all while slowly building up the tension.

Because that's just the first half.

Oh yeah, it's one of these horror movies in which you think you know where the story is going, and then second half just explodes in your face and becomes completely, utterly batshit insane. This is on par with Men (2022) for how weird and fucked up the climax is. Don't expect any kind of explanation or closure here, the second half of this movie turns into one of the most fucked up and bizzare horror movies you'll ever see.

2: Godzilla Minus One (2023)

Yeah so this one was a surprise late-year hit for everyone, not just me. First live-action Japanese Godzilla film in 7 years, with rather tempered expectations — we all knew that Shin Godzilla was an odd one out, that the average Japanese Godzilla movie is not like that, that we shouldn't expect this kind of quality on a regular basis.

Well we played ourselves.

This was incredibly well made as a blockbuster — Japanese cinema has completely caught up on American cinema, for a fraction of the budgets — one of the best Godzilla movies ever made from an action and visuals point of view, and a reminder that Godzilla, as a character, can also be scary, a terrifying incarnation of destruction and disaster.

But somehow this also managed to be a powerful and well filmed drama — no lazy endless shot/reverse shot dialogues here, a lot effort is put into framing choices, blocking… — a movie that actually touches on difficult questions and goes against the message of many other war or action blockbusters.

When so many stories glorify the idea of sacrifying your life for a greater cause, here's one movie that says "hey maybe expecting people to sacrifice their life for your cause is actually pretty fucked up, and maybe it's actually better to choose to live for the sake of your loved ones than to die for the sake of your own pride". Yeah a Japanese movie is saying that, a Godzilla movie is saying that.

1: Skinamarink (2022)

So, speaking of low-budget independent horror, back in 2022 I had foolishly overlooked Skinamarink. I had vaguely heard that it was good, but no particular detail was mentioned that would have picked my interest, and the poster looked fairly generic, so I skipped it, even tho I should have been more intrigued — 2022 was already shaping up to be a really good year for horror films…

Skinamarink was a tough proposition from the get go, in the "experimental" kind of tough: an entire film made in the analog horror genre — usually short videos made to ressemble old media from the 80s and 90s, advertisements, warning messages, weather channels, documentaries and informercials, with a disturbing twist; a format usually made of short segments. Trying to tell a film-length story in that fashion is an entirely different exercise, but that's fine, I've sat thru Begotten (1989), I can do this.

Right away, this is not framed like a movie: it's more as if someone had negligently left an old camera on the floor — but this is not even found-footage, there is no camera in-story, we just happen to be seeing this world thru stolen, furtive points of view. The image is grainy, the sound is bad quality (subtitles are provided), the frames are often askew, you never even see the actors' faces. We get no narration, no exposition, just a succession of disjointed scenes that slowly form a story.

This shouldn't work. And for many people, this will not work. Most will turn this off not even 5 minutes in. But if you're among the exceptions, then howdy does it work. The format is not a gimmick at all — it's completely in service of the story. The grainy image, the low quality sound prey on your pattern recognition, never quite certain if something is there or not; the framing by a "forgotten" camera contributes to make the atmosphere hyper-real in its intimacy, yet alienating and uncanny.

The director of Skinamarink deals with one very specific topic: nightmares. Not the idea of nightmares, not the heightened nightmares of fiction, but the literal nightmares that real people have; he started by making short videos representing common nightmares that people would tell him about. When it came time to make a full-length feature film, he kept the same approach. Skinamarink doesn't really use any of the classic themes or structures of horror movies; it largely ignores that folklore and instead focuses on deep childhood fears, the kind of stuff your mind used to conjure up long ago and that you have forgotten but not erased from your brain.

If you manage to enter into this very peculiar format, this very unusual and seemingly disjointed way to tell a story, and if you identify with the kind of fear material the movie is drawing on, this is a truly scary experience. Not really in a jump scare or suspense way, more like a deeply haunting and unsettling atmosphere, a strong ambient uncanniness where things are almost normal but just broken enough to give you a constant feeling of unpleasantness, of wanting to run the hell out of here while being trapped, a sense of horrible lurking threat while having nothing concrete to fight against or protect yourself from.

Of course, this isn't exactly a fun experience. This is very, very intense, I'm talking Antichrist-levels of playing with your nerves, and the story, as simple as it is, is tragically harrowing and cruel — you're essentially watching two young children getting psychologically (and eventually physically) tortured by a sadistic, unseen entity for a hundred minutes.

It's hard to recommend, and yet recommendations is how this movie ended up grossing 2 millions on a 15k budget — promotion included ! Most people actually didn't like the movie, but those who liked it liked it so much they can't shut up about it (case in point!) It's one of those horror movies that completely break the boundaries of the genre and do something truly new and unique. It's what horror should be for: imagination gone wild, format-breaking fantasy, and realism thrown out of the window.

#skinamarink #godzilla minus one #the outwaters #cape fear #suzume #nimona #2023 in films #top movies #movie review

[naivesilver]

hmmm I'll give you a lot of options with this one and say anything of your choosing off the 'questions starters' for lies of p? 😊

Listen. There are SO many characters I love in LoP - the boi himself, Romeo etc. But do you know who I will ALWAYS go to bat for? That's right, it's Eugénie 💞💞💞 this is inspired by my absolutely batshit first run of the game AND its "Free from the Puppet String" ending, thanks

Question Starters

"Do you feel alright?"

Eugénie doesn't expect the boy to come look for her because, frankly, she doesn't expect to be the person he needs, right now.

Not that there are many people left, honestly. Sophia is gone. Geppetto is gone. Antonia is wasting away to nothingness, and Polendina is an ever vigilant shadow by her side, as helpful and devoted as he always was. If there weren't a thousand and one things Eugénie can and must do to keep herself busy, she wagers she'd be going insane at the moment, what with the world falling to pieces as she speaks.

Still, fixing things is her job and her vocation. Perhaps taking a hammer and some boards to the walls of Hotel Krat might be a slight misuse of it, but weapons and machinery - that she can still do blindfolded, so when the boy comes and wordlessly holds out his legion arm for her to inspect, she accepts it without question, clearing some space on her cluttered worktable and turning on the nearest lamp. She might not be Mr. Venigni, but that doesn't mean she's useless, thank you very much.

He remains silent as Eugénie pokes and prods at him, but that doesn't faze her - he's a quiet one, this guy, always has been. She's plenty used to having to fill the silence herself, and heavens, does she need to, presently, with the doom and gloom still hovering over their heads. "It's not doing too bad- you took good care of it, you know? I just need to replace a couple springs in here."

No answer, which is just typical. What's not typical, however, is the way he seems to freeze at the words - Eugénie lifts her head from her work, pushing her glasses up to squint at him, and finds him staring vacuously ahead, all tense and curled up on himself, the other arm tucked in the folds of his coat. "Do you- are you feeling alright?"

It wouldn't be unheard of for him, to be hiding some sort of injury or- or mechanical damage, she guesses. He seems the type to avoid drawing too much attention to himself, especially at a time like this, with their generous host dying a painful death and after what Geppetto tried to make him do. Eugénie is quite ready to bully him into getting a check up, personally, but before she can conjure up a good scolding he pulls his hand out, dropping something on the table between them.

It's not blood, or grease, or, God forbid, a metal plate from his chest. Instead it's a pair of leather gloves, wonkily stitched but brand new, clearly never worn before. Eugénie chokes out a gasp, despite her best intention - she recognizes those gloves, because of course she does. She made them, after all. She made them for Alidoro, long before he...before they...

"Where did you get these?" She asks, breathlessly. "Why do you have them?"

Once again, she gets no reply. What she gets, instead, is the legion arm pulled out of her weak grasp, almost guiltily and still half-opened, and a weak, low voice whispering: "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand. Why- what happened?"

"I lied to you. Alidoro never...he said they were rubbish, but I knew it would make you upset, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh. I see." Eugénie glances down at the gloves again, feeling a small shiver run through her like a drop of icy water. She is a solid, practical woman, she's always thought, but these things look as dark as a bad omen, right now - the betrayal is a sharp stab in her chest, but then again she should have gotten used to it by now, shouldn't she?

"I guess I should have seen it coming," she hears herself say, distantly, forcedly light, as though it came from someone else's mouth. "He was never as nice as I'd remembered him, once he got here."

"That's because he wasn't the real Alidoro." He hasn't raised his voice even a smidge, damn him. Eugénie has to strain to hear him, and yet she feels as if paralyzed, hypnotized by what he has to say. "The real Alidoro is dead. That man killed him for- for gold. He'd been lying to everyone about his identity, for months."

"How- how do you know that? When did he tell you?"

"After the Alchemists' attack, I- I wasn't looking for him, but he was in the path, and he was cowering, and- and then I killed him."

Where earlier he was as still as a slab of stone, now he's shaking like a leaf, a full-body tremble that goes from his hair to the tip of his shoes. His face is crumpling into something that might be fury, or shame, or even just realization of all that's fallen on their shoulders; if he was capable of crying, Eugénie thinks he would be, by this point.

"He called you a stupid girl," he continues, and he's never sounded as hoarse as he does now, nor as emotional, far from any other puppet she's met before.

"He lied to you and- and he said you were the reason why he told the Alchemists about the hotel, and I know he was just a coward, but he- He did all that for money, and he couldn't even be nice to you. And he used me. I- I shouldn't have done that, but I'd seen the hotel and I was so angry-"

He won't meet her gaze, but Eugénie simply stares at him as he trails off all the same, hands folded in her lap. There is a cynical, logical part of her that tells her that she should be angry, horrified, even, at all these lies and tall tales, at a friend of hers killing a man out of pure frustration, like a rabid dog. This is what she would have done, no doubt, before Hotel Krat was destroyed.

But Hotel Krat is in shatters around her, and all she can think of is this boy, this angry, fragile thing that isn't fully human and yet isn't a real puppet anymore, who's had to watch his father die after being forced to make many a terrible choice and still wanted to come clean about what he did in the name of caring for her, as though that was the worst mistake of his life. As though it had been the last straw who managed to break his back, even after Simon Manus did his worst to get the same result.

She could be giving him any of her usual witticisms, right now. Instead, she gets up, slowly and without a word, and steps around the table to get closer to the boy, wrapping her arms around him.

He startles in her grasp, stunned, but Eugénie doesn't let go. He smells of gasoline and decay, and this is hardly her preferred method of comfort, but all of it only makes her hold him tighter, and for a split second she almost forgets who's actually holding who upright, in truth.

"Thank you for telling me the truth," she whispers, low enough that it doesn't echo, even in the hotel's cavernous, suddenly too empty arched galleries.

"And- thank you for trying to spare me, earlier. I know you only wanted to make me happy. It's not your fault that any of this happened. You were just trying to do the right thing."

There is a lull of silence, one that seems to stretch for decades. Then, haltingly, the boy lifts his arms and clings to her, the motion feeling nearly desperate, like a child begging for company after a long, dark nightmare even if the chandeliers above them are still burning sun-bright. He doesn't stop shaking, but it seems more focused, almost, true relief instead of simple rage.

And all throughout that Eugénie holds him, waiting for the moment to pass, watching those small, blasted, handmade gloves just lay there, innocently, mockingly, amongst her beloved tools.

#lizardthelizard #ask meme #lies of p #lop #pinocchio #eugénie #fanfic #at long last...............a new pinocchio version to taint with my silly little writer's hands #I have SO MANY IDEAS this was a whole epiphany #so thank you for enabling me fam ❤️

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 12|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The chokehold these two have on me is insane. Levi's batshit insane nature with Evelyn's reluctant compliance I'm here for. But...what if we through in a little bit of spice and add someone pining after our dear Evelyn...?)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi was left to stew on what had transpired. He was the type of man to find some way to get himself out of a tight situation, but Erwin had put him on the spot. To allow Evelyn to go to another country, and enemy country when she was just barely housetrained? Erwin was out of his damn mind. The last thing he needed was her getting killed or worse, taken from him. However his options were few and far between, he couldn't say no, or he'd lose her indefinitely. The lesser of two evils would be letting her go with the possibility of something happening instead of what would happen. In the end he had no choice, he'd have to let her go. If all went well she'd be home soon enough.

Stress always motivated him to clean, he hadn't even had the time recently and depended entirely on his staff, but he knew no one had high enough standards. Cleaner in hand he set to work in the master bathroom, disgusted with the places his maid missed. As he reached behind the toilet he didn't expect to knock something that was made out of glass. Carefully to avoid dropping and breaking it he lifted it from its resting place.

It was a small brown bottle that medicine usually came in, which was odd since he barely kept anything except mild headache relievers. He studied the label, that had the instructions since the primary label had been scratched off. He knew Evelyn wasn't on any medications when they married, and after their "honeymoon" he'd had her get a full physical from the only private doctor he trusted to keep her mouth shut. She wasn't supposed to be on anything anyway.

"Once a day.." He muttered the instructions out loud. "Side effects include nausea, breast tenderness, missed periods, mood changes, decreased sex..drive.." Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "She wouldn't fucking dare-"

Oh but she had, and he knew it, all his attempts to get her pregnant spoiled by a bunch of tiny white pills. Clearly her little act of compliance hadn't smartened her up to how she should behave. Unfortunately he didn't have time to worry about her behaviour, Erwin had given him no time. She was leaving within the week.

"That is..if she can walk by then." He thought bitterly.

He heard her on the stairs, when he thought her attitude had changed he allowed her to go into the garden under supervision, the fresh air and sunshine good for her after all. She didn't know he had come home early or what awaited her as she came into the bedroom.

Levi emerged from the bathroom, still staring at the bottle in disbelief. She didn't notice that he had it in her hand yet, only glancing at him and taking in that he was there.

"You're home early. Everything okay?" Her cheery smile quickly faded when she saw the bottle in his hand once he held it up for her to see.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Just...to help period cramps-" The lie was always quick on her tongue, having thought it up ages ago in case he found the bottle.

"Don't you dare lie to me!" He throws the bottle onto the ground, smashing it and making Evelyn jump.

"I don't know what you're talking about Levi I don't-"

"You have three seconds to tell the truth." He slowly makes his way towards her.

"Levi you're scaring me-" Every step she takes to back up is met with his step forward.

"Three."

"I didn't do anything!" Tears roll down her cheeks.

"Two."

"Stop it Levi I didn't do anything!"

Instead of counting down the final number the back of his hand meets her cheek. The force makes her stumble, instead of allowing her to fall completely, Levi grabs her hair and forces her face into the ground. She struggles only once, met with her head pulled back and then slammed into the floor again with more force. Disoriented, she doesn't fight as he straightens to his full height, taking turns kicking her stomach, back, and chest, screaming curses at her the whole time.

"You stupid bitch! Ungrateful cunt! I give you everything! Took you off the streets so you didn't starve like every other begging brat! This is how you repay me!? You couldn't even do the simplest thing! I ask you to obey and you run around like a fucking idiot!"

"Levi please I'm sorry-!" She cries, trying to protect her head from his blows.

"Oh you're sorry are you!?" He pulls her back up by the hair, bringing her to her feet and then switching his grip to her neck. He brings her over to the bed, holding her down by the throat as he tears the clothes on her bottom half off, exposing her to him.

"Levi don't-"

He squeezes slightly, using the other hand to force himself inside her, enjoying the pain etched on her face while he fucked her. He was so angry if he didn't keep himself in check he'd kill her. All of his time wasted.

"I can't breathe-" She chokes out.

Levi was squeezing her neck too hard, he knew, but he didn't care. So what if she passed out, he'd had to kill people silently, or torture a stubborn criminal before, he knew when to stop. Her eyes were rolling back as he thrusted, the force mixed with her lack of oxygen taking everything she had out of her.

Unable to speak, she mouths for him to stop, claiming she can't breathe again. She was close to passing out, but that's what he wanted, he couldn't stand her voice right now when all it was spewing was lies. When she finally went limp and passed out Levi let go of her neck, her unconsciousness didn't mean he had to stop, it just meant that now he didn't have to fight her.

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The past week had been nothing but a blur for Evelyn, when she had woken up after Levi choked her out he told her quite bluntly what the situation with Marley and Eren was and what her role would be. She had barely had time to process that as well as the burning soreness between her legs and the incessant drip into the sheets.

Following that was a whirlwind of briefings, sleepless and forceful sex filled nights, and packing. She didn't even want to do this, why should she help the country that screwed her over so hard with Levi? The same country who called her as Erwin so delicately put it, a casualty of war. That's all she was. A number that was used for the greater good because she was replaceable. Even though she was a Titan shifter, Levi was more important. Levi was always more important.

Now she was about to board a ship to an enemy country, find another friend that abandoned her to Levi's clutches, and pretend she was important. For the good of humanity.

She was getting pretty fed up with humanity.

Levi gave her final threats masked as affection and love, all to make her remember who she belong to and he'd always find her no matter what she did. The hug he gave her possessive and with hidden meaning. She could never escape.

When their little island of Paradis faded into the distance all she could do was shiver, the numbness wearing off.

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Reiner made his way to Commander Magath's office, through the grapevine of information, meaning Pieck forcing Galliard to relay the message that he was wanted. For what, neither knew, meaning he was about to be briefed in the next mission to take the Founder, or his past failures were catching up to him. The sting of memory at how he lost Bertholdt and Annie because he underestimated Eren and didn't do his research about Evelyn.

Evelyn, even now the fondness he had felt for her was strong. As a teen still he couldn't help it, any girl being nice to him endeared them to him. Sure, Evelyn was nice to everyone, but he couldn't help but delude himself into thinking she looked at him differently. The betrayal on her face when he revealed himself as the enemy haunted him even now, which is why he reasoned he was thinking of her at this moment.

"Commander Magath, you wanted to see me sir?" Reiner salutes, trying to get his thoughts out of his head.

"Ah, Braun, yes I did." He motions for Reiner to sit. "I'll cut right to the chase, patrol picked up a straggler, and outsider from who the hell knows where. She refuses to speak."

Reiner swallows. "I've never been the best at forcing prisoners to talk-"

"No not that. What's interesting is that she mentioned you by name."

His eyebrow raises. "Me sir? Why would this person mention me?"

"That's what I'd like to find out." He stands again. "Come with me."

The two walk the short distance the holding cells, as the Commander opens the door, a rush of memory and nostalgia hits Reiner in the face. She hadn't changed, her hair was longer and her face more grim, but it was the same girl. Feelings gripped his chest so hard he couldn't force a word out, he had thought he was over her, but even now nothing had changed.

It didn't help that when she saw him she ran into his arms, she'd been crying, hard. He'd never seen her like that before. "Reiner! I'm so happy to see you-"

He stands there, frozen, unsure of what to do or say. Until the Commander raises a brow.

"So you know this woman?"

"I- yes- she's...she was..she's from the island-"

"A spy." He concluded.

"No she wouldn't-"

"Really? I have no reason to trust your judgement Braun, you judgement is what cost us dearly. I'll have to send for someone to get rid of her."

"Wait- you can't- she's the other Titan shifter I told you about, you can't just kill her-"

"So she'll end up killing us."

"Can't we just hear her out? There must be a reason she'd be willing to come here, to her enemy, knowing what could happen."

Magath weighs his options for a moment before nodding. "Fine. So Ms. Spy. Let's talk."

Reiner guides her to a seat and offers the faintest of smiles for encouragement.

"Why did you come here?"

She stays silent for a moment too long, which causes Magath to slam his fists down on the table. "Answer me woman or I'll have you put down like a dog!"

Evelyn covers her ears. "Stop yelling at me!"

Reiner holds a hand out to get the Commander to stop. "It's okay Evelyn, what happened?"

She slowly puts her hands down. "Oh Reiner, it's Levi- he forced me to marry him and I just- I couldn't take it anymore- so I ran away, I knew you were here, it was the first place that came to mind."

It was bullshit, it had to be, but the wedding band and the bruises on her fit the narrative, plus the fact someone needed him...it was making him think irrationally.

Magath looks between the two of them. "Is she telling the truth?"

"I don't know, but if she is, she might consider coming to our side, a weakness in Levi's armour."

"There's no way we can trust her."

Reiner thinks for a moment. "What about a trial run? Make her my responsibility, I can change her mind about Paradis and keep an eye on her. At full strength I can take her in both a fist fight and as a Titan. She wouldn't dare."

"And if she wreaks havoc or finds another way to kill you?"

"Send the other Warriors to kill her, you'll get rid of me and have a brand new Titan, it's a win win situation."

"Why are you sticking your neck out for her Braun?"

"Because I'm a fool."

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Reiner was waiting for Evelyn's exam to be completed, while Magath had agreed he wanted to make sure she carried no diseases or hidden deadly items. Reiner was to take her home and begin conditioning her to become a Warrior, with a red arm band she'd be treated better than other Eldians so she could see the good in Marley and the advantages she would have if she came over to the other side. He hoped for her own sake she was telling the truth and would just surrender. Being on the same side for once sounded nice.

When he was given permission to step back inside the examination room he took in Evelyn's blank expression. That she couldn't have faked.

"What's going on?"

"She's just in shock, it'll hopefully pass soon."

"In shock? From what?"

"I'm pregnant." Was all that she muttered.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

[coexistentialism]

I feel like there is a specific kind of trauma that comes with growing up believing that you're stupid and being made to feel that you are.

I never felt that I was smart in any way, I constantly doubted what I thought I knew and it felt safer to just not speak at all. I still feel this way.

Making posts about DID on this account is immensely difficult because I am constantly questioning if what I think I know about DID is actually correct, or if I have somehow been mislead, if I'm somehow wrong about everything I thought I learned about DID, despite evidence to the contrary.

I have 8 posts in my drafts that are left unfinished so far; in-part because of me switching between the Academic Mode Me where I'm much more interested in DID and talking about it, educating about it, etc. to switching to different modes where I'm not As interested in educating about DID, etc., but it's also just because of this feeling of doubt, where I'm always doubting what I think I know. I'm also so terrified of accidentally spreading misinformation.

I'm always so terrified whenever something comes up that makes me start to question everything I thought I once knew.

I grew up with a family that made fun of me when I didn't know "common sense" and frequently called me an idiot. I struggled horrifically with math to a point my dad tried to force me to learn times tables. I never actually did, because it didn't work. He just made me read times tables by myself, and then asked me to recount it (telling me "learn the multiples of 4" and then I would have to recount it). To this day, I still remember a song I made up to remember the multiples of 6.

To this day, I cannot divide. Quite literally, I can't. I'm not exaggerating that at all, I literally have tried to learn how to divide multiple times throughout my life. I can't. I can't even multiply anything except by 1, 2, 10, and 6 (because of the song I mentioned, however, said song only goes up to 6x10). I still have to use my fingers to add and subtract. I have a lot of trauma surrounding just Math in general.

I was so bad at math that my teachers began to expect me to fail in math grades and basically gave up having hope for me getting any better. :/

And then in high school, not 9th grade, but 10th grade and beyond, math was somehow a lot easier for me? I mean not "easy", but I think it was the fact that I could always use a calculator and I had teachers that always. Gave a shit. And I don't know, somehow in high school it just got a lot easier. And part of it was definitely because of my teachers; they didn't make fun of me for not immediately knowing what 2 + 2 was; I wasn't made to feel embarrassed, ashamed, etc. for not understanding and not being able to do "basic math." I hold my 11th grade algebra 2 teacher close to my heart because I think he was the first person, besides by girlfriend, who didn't make me feel ashamed, embarrassed, etc. for not knowing the most "basic" math stuff. He didn't laugh at me, make fun of me, just genuinely helped me, and he taught things to me in a way I understood somehow.

But I still grew up thinking I was unintelligent and an idiot. And intelligence isn't everything, nobody has to be intelligent and there is no morality attached to intelligence, etc. I'm just talking about my own trauma rn.

Like my dad is one of those conservatives who will say the most batshit dumb ass shit ever, but make you question yourself. Make you purposely look like an idiot. I couldn't defend my opinions, I couldn't debate him, because any debate would never get through to him. He's not the kind of person who will ever admit he's wrong, he's the kind of person who will argue anything to make you look like the idiot and make you question yourself and say the dumbest shit ever that you can't argue against, and not because you don't have a good argument, but because it's so batshit insane that you can't say anything to it.

I just never bothered. What was the point in trying to talk to somebody, to stand up for yourself, to defend, say, queer rights, etc. to somebody who will only make you question yourself further. To a point I, at times, would question if he's actually the one who's right. If he's actually right, if he actually "knows the truth." I felt like he "knew the secrets of the world" somehow, whatever that means.

#my posts

[hermywolf]

No bc your post about season 3’s writing is so true. I kinda hope in s4 we see Hughie and Annie at least like… actively communicate and work through some of their issues in a healthy(ish) way? Because they kinda just brushed it under the rug and everyone seemed to forgive him for the murder spree at the end of the season because he “did the right thing in the end”

its just. it seems like communication is only necessary when the plot wants to use it to pit them against each other. and since this season they wanted to frame hughie as being in the wrong he has to communicate or it's a betrayal, but annie doesn't, and it's never adressed

i love them so much and want them to be healthy and happy but the writers have GOT to stop with this whole double standard thing they started this season in which hughie is in the wrong for everything but annie and kimiko aren't for doing the exact same things. just. let my boy off the hook. let them all be batshit insane morally grey murderers without randomly blaming only one of them for it. please.

i don't mind them forgiving him for the murder spree personally because i don't necessarily think they should've held it against him that much in the first place (despite what the way the show framed it, homelander WAS the priority. they framed it as hughie and butcher being irrational and excessive for working w sb when they were objectively & strategically right

just. mm and annie being pissed at them for working with sb to stop homelander makes about as much sense as. like. if hughie and annie in s2 absolutely refused to accept a-train's help to stop stormfront bc of what he did to robin. that would've been counterproductive, not to mention incredibly fucking stupid, bc stormfront was obviously more powerful, and a much, MUCH bigger threat, + those files were the one way to destroy her. here it's the same. homelander is becoming a bigger threat by the second and sb seemed like the one thing that could stop him. working with him long enough to stop homelander is just prioritizing issues. its just. god. that whole thing is so fucking stupid.

and the temp v?? the fucking. the way they framed the temp v as such an evil thing from the get go and actively punished hughie and butcher for using it when it also. works??? like they obviously had to add in the fact that its killing them to make it actually wrong to use it but like. they didn't know that. and before they knew about it it genuinely just works. within a few days of using it they came closer to destroying vought and killing homelander than they had after almost a decade of trying like. someone said this before but they could've just as well framed it as hughie and butcher selflessly sacrificing themselves with the temp v in a noble attempt to destroy homelander for the greater good and it would've also worked. the forced morals in this whole season were all over the place.

the one thing hughie could've more successfully been framed as being in the wrong for doing imo is the whole not communicating with annie mm etc thing, but like we said, if this only applies to hughie and nobody else gets blamed for not communicating then it just! it doesnt work! it doesnt!!

the whole show is built on insane not so morally good people doing insane not so morally good things. the boys were never supposed to be morally pure good guys. they've done terrible things and the only one ever bothered by it was hughie. why are we suddenly imagining this moral high ground that was never there in s1 or s2 it's just.

annie didn't care about what hughie did with the boys in s2 she was just upset that he didn't tell her and hid stuff from her, which WORKED in s2 because annie DID tell him about what she was up to, the communication was one-sided which is why she was upset sometimes, which is not the case in s3!!! and butcher, i mean, the others might've tried to stop him from doing terrible things sometimes but they didn't expect him not to do them. they didn't hold a grudge. butcher was always extremely clear about his intentions. and annie's no saint either she blackmailed gecko she killed a man it's what makes her fun too she's a murderer they're all murderers but her argument not to work w sb is that he's a murderer i just DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY WERE THINKING WHEN THEY WROTE THIS SEASON. sorry i got carried away. i have. lots of thoughts)

#the boys #hermy posts #show:theboys #hughie campbell #asks

[holyshonks]

Worldbuilding tidbits for the Don't Go universe

While I was preparing to write this story, there were certain aspects of the Halo universe I fleshed out for the purposes of this series. Most of it is grounded in at least some things we know about the canon Halo universe. It was a lot of fun to do, so I thought I'd put it down somewhere.

The Foster Care System

By the end of the Human-Covenant war, humanity's numbers were cut in half. In half. That is an insane amount of lives lost. Though this story does not take place during a time when the main character, Julia, was in foster care, she is an orphan and a product of the foster care system, and it plays a huge part in her characterization. Like in our current, actual universe, the foster care system in Halo is fucked. One thing that I took directly from canon is that children who don't get adopted are expected to join the UNSC to "earn" their way out of the system. Julia avoids this by running away, a common, overlooked occurrence. I further extrapolated that, when evacuating a planet, there is an emphasis on rescuing children first. This means that many planets in the outer colonies are almost entirely inhabited by young people, as most older people perished during a Covenant invasion. Ships full of a crush of unaccompanied minors would arrive at a planet's doorstep. To incentivize planets to accept these children, the UNSC would award a grant for every child accepted. This led to a bloated, disorganized system, rife for exploitation by governments who accepted children they were not prepared to care for. The neglect created a generation of orphans who grew up poor and struggling. Many fell through the cracks. Anyone who was not finally lured into the UNSC typically took on a series of side gigs to hustle out a living, some above-board, some not.

2. Civilian Understanding of the Human-Covenant War

It took me a while to come to a conclusion about how much the average human civilian knew about the Covenant and their motivations. From what I can tell, it seems to boil down to: not much. Human schools curricula did cover the Covenant, so there was some exposure, but the finer points about its motivations appeared to be kept secret.

Similarly, while the word "Forerunner" would be familiar to the average human's ears, they would only be referenced as the Covenant's gods. There was no explanation of the connection to Humanity.

The Halos were definitely kept secret, at least until Outpost Discovery. Now I think its treated more like an open secret, kind of how we have the CIA admitting to batshit things 20 years after the fact. You probably didn't hear about it then, and would you even believe it now? Julia wants to know the truth about the war. If only there was someone not bogged down by UNSC red tape who could tell her.

3. Feldokran Culture

Feldokra is a stormy Sangheili colony and notably, the birthplace of Sesa 'Refumee. This is a point of pride for the colony, who were quick to side with the Arbiter after the war. However, this also meant that it had a front-row seat in the Blooding Years, and suffered great casualties.

Because Feldokra is so extensively covered in water, it is prized for its trade in sea glass, which feature prominently as beads in their clothing and jewellery. Feldokrans are proud of this and are noted to wear more adornments than the average Sangheili, leading to a reputation for gaudiness. I also wanted to make a point in this story to shed some light on Sangheili culture that's not just war. They have economies!!

Feldokra is also always raining. I read an article once about how Seattleites can spot a tourist by who takes out an umbrella during a drizzle. I like to imagine its like that. They are accustomed to always getting rained on.

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What am I talking about? I'm talking about my Halo fanfiction series, Don't Go Where I Can't Find You. You can read all of Part 1 here, if you'd like:

#i'll keep adding to this as i go along #its just a fun exercise bc there's so many things that influence the story without being explicitly mentioned #this is not canon this is just me vibing #look i'm promoting myself #i did a thing #my writing

[collegeoflore]

3, 7, 11, 21 for Xarrai? :3c

thank you!!!

(questions are here)

7 & 11 both answered here :3

3. Did your Tav receive any formal or informal education? If yes, how did they learn? If not, why not?

i touched on this a little in my answer to #9 here, but i love rambling about xarrai so i will happily elaborate. :3c the line between formal and informal education in their case is kind of blurry - they were educated in the church of bane and there were other children and classes, but these kids were all essentially prisoners of the church. the general idea is they were being trained to be emissaries of bane in high society across faerun, though the ones who didn't perform to standards ended up sacrificed. xarrai in particular was a favorite of their mentor and as such received a lot of private instruction in both bardic magic and politics. (not that being the favorite meant they were treated better - bane demands fear over faith after all.) they learned a lot about history and were well-educated in religion as it related to bane and the dead three and what they didn't learn as a kid they learned as an adult - they're a bookworm And having a decent knowledge of history, religion, and arcana was helpful for posing as a college of lore bard.

despite never actually going to any sort of college, they swear up and down to gale that they attended fochlucan in silverymoon. every time he questions anything they have to say about magic they shut him down by telling him they have an education they most certainly do not have. they admit they were lying to him near the end of act 2 but don’t stop claiming it’s true every time they argue with him, which does in fact drive him batshit insane lmao

21. How does your Tav feel about love?

this is something that changes a lot over the course of the game. act 1/pre game, though, xarrai sees love as a tool to be used the same as anything else. they're a charlatan to their core and to them love and affection are just more ways to get what they want. promises of love are particularly effective tools for manipulation, after all, and promises are always made to be broken. i think especially working as a survival sex worker back in the day kind of made them view love as currency they could trade for a roof over their head and a meal in their stomach. now that they're doing sex work on their own terms and not only as a means of survival (they get by fine as a bard) they haven't necessarily lost this mindset - it's just that now they're trading these empty promises for information and influence and power. or just for a good time. they've got a long trail of broken hearts they've left all over the city for one reason or another. they sell love to the highest bidder, whether they're offering money or information or just damn good sex. it's no different to them than a lockpick or a blade or a good old fashioned scam - it's a tool of their trade.

and then xarrai actually fell in love. they found out what it means to be willing to risk everything for someone else and what it feels like for your heart to live outside your body. it wasn't something they expected or even recognized at first, honestly. the realization that they would lay down their life at astarion's feet and the realization that they actually love him did NOT happen at the same time. it changes how they feel about love a lot. they learn how to make promises they actually intend to keep. i think to be honest they’ve been lonely for a long time in a way they didn’t understand or know how to articulate until they knew what it was to be loved and to be seen and now they feel like they kind of have to re-learn how to be a person in general. now love is something inevitable and terrifying but it’s also the best and the stupidest choice they’ve ever made. to be loved is to be changed etc etc etc

(i will note that like them being non-monogamous has nothing to do w/their views on love pre Or post game they r just not interested in monogamy. not to say they're always "ethical" about it pre-astarion but like. i want to be clear. they think love is a bullshit scam until they're with astarion BUT they think monogamy is a bullshit scam forever.)

#oc. xarrai #r. hold me like a knife #漫言 #this one is also rly long. LMAO #i like my baby and i like rambling abt them and they drive me batshit insane Honestly

[edoro]

1 and 2 with Jackson for that ask meme?

i love how he is apparently The People's Favorite... tbh he's kind of my favorite too. precious babygirl. putting this under a cut because the very first answer contains a description of the twins' dad trying to murder-suicide them

What memory would your OC rather just forget? - oh it's hard to pick just one, honestly. there's a lot of stuff he wants to forget and a lot of things he has, in fact, forgotten! one of the worst that's very fresh and very hard for him to deal with, though, is the night his dad died. after a year and a half of hanging out with Emmy and Max and talking to them, Laurence tentatively brought up the idea that maybe one day he might move out and live on his own, and their dad absolutely flipped his shit about this. a lot of arguing and emotional manipulation and abuse ensued, and Laurence pretty quickly walked it back, but their dad knew that the idea was in his head, so after a month or so he decided to take matters into his own hands and ensure that if he couldn't have his twins, then no one could, and tried to do a murder-suicide. he came up with a sedative cocktail of pills, gave it to both the twins (at gunpoint), locked them in his room, and went around and covered the house in gas and set it on fire before coming in, taking it himself, and laying down with them to pass out and die in the fire. and all of this is horrifying, yeah, but the thing that Jackson wishes he just did not have to know or remember or hadn't happened from this evening is that Laurence took the pills. Jackson didn't - he swallowed them and then immediately made himself throw up as soon as their dad left the room, hid the mess, and started trying to figure out a way to get himself and Laurence the fuck out of this situation before they died. he ended up having to just lay down in bed with Laurence and pretend to be on the verge of passing out when their dad came back, and wait until their dad himself was too incapacitated to do anything to get Laurence up and drag him out of the house, which was very much On Fucking Fire at that point. and he has never forgotten or really gotten over the fact that Laurence was ready and willing to die when their dad wanted him to. that he wasn't going to fight or try to do anything to get out of it. that Laurence was going to just leave him. he was absolutely terrified that he was going to just end up alone in the world, with no idea what to do or how to take care of himself, and he feels deeply, deeply betrayed and sees it as a profound abandonment. he tries really hard not to think about it or let himself actually admit how angry and terrified he was and still is about it for a while, but eventually ends up exploding about it because that's not really the kind of thing you can successfully repress for very long.

What's something about your OC people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? - oooh hmm... after he's been on hormones for a while a lot of people get surprised by his voice. he has a pretty androgynous face even before hormones and afterwards he can very easily influence how he's perceived depending on how he dresses and what physical features/gender signifiers he highlights, so when he's intentionally presenting in a very femme manner he visually passes pretty easily, but he doesn't really bother with voice training. he is also like, batshit insane, and between him and Laurence he's definitely the more ruthless one, which is definitely at odds with his cute bubbly cheerful silly demeanor and presentation. most people would expect him to be very sweet, and he definitely is, but he also mostly only cares about a few people who are very close to him and is willing to go to pretty extreme lengths to protect them/himself. i think a lot of people might either just see him as cute and harmless or sort of a manic pixie dream girl and not realize that he's genuinely very mentally ill and debilitated by his symptoms a lot of the time.

#jackson #<-blorbos from my brain #asks #ask games

[lavenderpsychexz]

Madara Uchiha is a complex character. Like his character is portrayed differently by different individuals. But all the stories about him are for the most part one off encounters or farfetched stories(expect the hashirama flashback). But the generalised version of him is this fiendish crazy person who only craves power and war and is batshit insane.

Now I don't know where Itachi got this information but he told Sasuke that Madara stole his brother's eyes to attain his visual prowess back as he was going blind due to overusing his visual powers which made Madara look like a power hungry person. In any case this was misinformation that painted Madara's character as somebody evil. Afterward it turned out it was a rumor that Madara stole his brother's eyes. Whereas in reality, he loved his precious little brother more than anything. Those eyes were given to him by Izuna in his dying bed to protect the clan.

Though Obito had met Madara before, he tells Sasuke in Madara's disguise that he loved to battle and did not want to end clashes, and was willing to take Izuna's eye to attain prevalent strength and make the clan stronger. In reality Madara only ever wanted peace. He even made peace with the Senjus in spite of Izuna's wishes to protect the clan just to end conflicts and obtain peace.

Then, in Onoki's flashback, we see that Madara demands that the hidden stone village should bow down to the might of Konoha. Onoki depicts Madara as somebody who is power-hungry and a militarist.

I figure this is often how most individuals see Madara by and large. They think he is an aggressor who is just so arrogant and powerful.

Tobirama described Madara as somebody evil and is a victim of the so-called curse of hatred. Whereas in reality after the treaty, while Madara was in the village, he never tossed tricky comments at Tobirama, didn't assault him for once, and acted civilly towards Tobirama even though his small brother died at the hands of Tobirama.

So up until now, all the things that are said about Madara come from individuals who barely knew him at all actually. This is just how they perceive Madara. A few of them believe in made up false rumors about him, whereas others judge the things he does without putting themselves in his position. This is how they made up an image of Madara based on insignificant judgment. Just the narrators painting Madara's character up with their made-up suppositions about him.

Now coming to hashirama, though, he tells his version of Madara, this can be to some degree solid, as he was Madara's close friend and knew Madara personally. He depicts Madara as somebody kind. He indeed expressed that Madara loved his younger brother exceptionally much. Now, through hashirama's flashback, we get a glimpse of Madara's gentler side underneath that hard exterior. How he let himself free a bit around hashirama. But still i feel like Madara did not open himself up completely to hashirama.

Now, this is where I think we ought to have gotten Madara's pov or Izuna's pov. A pov was much required from Madara's side to see how he thinks about things , what goes on within the mind of this complex character. Through and through, we could've gotten a far better and clearer picture of "Who Is Madara Uchiha?" And why is he the way he is?"Moreover, even if we had been given Izuna's pov, it would have been great. Protecting Izuna was the driving force behind everything Madara did and attempted to do until Izuna's tragic demise. And I think Madara would readily open himself up to his small brother completely. In case we could've gotten Izuna's pov about their interactions, how together they led their clan, and a much tender side of madara. I imagine while leading his clan if Madara wasn't able to make the right decision Izuna would have been able to see them and correct Madara if he was to take a terrible choice. I think Madara, through Izuna's eyes, would have been the foremost true representation of Madara.  Also he would understand him. We could have been able to see Madara through someone's eyes who had known him all his life and adored him dearly and knew about all of Madara's vulnerabilities.

Now I'm not saying that Madara's a saint; he did nothing off-base(He had his flaws about how he tried to obtain peace through the Mugen Tsukuyomi project) . But I despise how most individuals depict him as this fiendish insane person who only wants to battle and is power-hungry. yes, he cherishes battle, after all, his favourite phrase is "armour-sleeved single hit" (databook) but that's not all that's to his character. He has numerous more layers to his identity. Deep beneath it all, he cares, He really does and he did all he did due to the circumstances he was in(I'm talking about the mugen tsukuyomi project).Let's be genuine, if Izuna was still alive then it would have been troublesome for black Zetsu to brainwash Madara and the Mugen Tsukuyomi project might have never happened. But truth is that after Izuna's death & disagreement with Hashirama, Zetsu took advantage of his depression and modified the Uchiha stone tablet to trap him in the Mugen Tsukuyomi project. Even though his path was not the correct way, but still, he attempted to end all struggles and make a world of peace for all the individuals, even the ones who loathed him.

#uchiha madara #madara uchiha #just my thoughts #naruto

[cedar-sunshine]

I hate math so instead I'm gonna be using this time to flesh out some of my characters families publicly

Atlas- has like 5 siblings, 3 are cis boys, one is a cis girl and the 5th is a trans girl, his parents are very loving and very overwhelmed so when he was a kid they'd send each of their children out to their grandparents' place on alternating weekends to get a break. Atlas always seemed very calm and easy but then you'd look in his room that he shares eith his sister and he'd have like. A deer in there. He loves his family but they're very overwhelming so he lives with his grandparents a lot of the time now, they kind of expect him to come to their place 30% of the week after school and he has his own room there (easier when he isn't living in a 4 room apartment with 6 other people). Two of his brothers are older (17 and 18) and one is the youngest in the family (10) and they're all equally bullshit chaotic. Whenever they go to their grandparents' for a weekend the older two always build something ridiculous like a trebuchet or working fake guillotine and the youngest always tries it out. His sister who's trans is 21 and doesn't live at home due to the chaos, but she does try to visit as often as she can. His other sister is 13 and as chaotic as his brothers, but much subtler about it (she blames it on the 10 year old whenever her weird experiments get found by their parents)

Alex- he's an only child of two working parents, so he spent a lot of time alone at home with his dogs and when he met atlas, he pretty much instantly adopted him as a brother figure (atlas is glad that at least one of his brothers isn't batshit insane). When Alex got diagnosed with GAD and a panic disorder, his parents started letting him spend more time with atlas when they were out from the house so he had someone to look out for him. Atlas's grandparents think that Alex is very sweet and polite and have basically become a secondary family for him whenever he needs one. It's not that his parents are bad, they just don't have the money to be able to have enough time for him.

Athena- she has a twin brother and single father (who is not related to the god) and he was very much not expecting two children, especially two children who have divine powers (Athena has her fire manipulation and her brother is pretty much completely heat resistant which gave their dad many heart attacks when he was a toddler and kept taking naps in the oven after turning it on, or cuddling with a radiator/sticking his hands in boiling water). Their dad is like 50 or 60 and tries very hard for his children and they appreciate him a lot, but he just can't keep up with them. During the school year, they're pretty much constantly causing trouble and the principal has threatened to suspend them like four times (they both have near-straight As though) and he just doesn't know what to do.

Lee- his bio parents were Very not ready for a kid and gave him to their family friend, who also didn't really know what to do with him but has been trying their best. They work for the island summer camp as a ranger (that's why Lee lives there) so he's always had a home and a very large family of all the rangers and staff, but he only gets a nuclear family after the story when he ends up living with angel, essie and vince. They were kind of looking to adopt and then angel brought Lee back so he could actually go to a real school instead of being homeschooled by whichever centaur ranger or mermaid grounds keeper thought they maybe knew math. He never technically had siblings, but he had a sibling relationship with many of the younger centaurs on the island. He never learned enough sign language to communicate with the merfolk who didn't know English, but he still has a pretty close relationship with them due to growing up together.

#ocs #my ocs #Rant