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Dirty Work 52

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I always come back to Loki.

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Loki lingers, his head against your arm as you sit in the hue of spring. You could be calm if he weren’t there, if he hadn’t just altered your irrevocably. His wife?

You could’ve never imagined it. You can’t be his wife. You’re the maid. You’re lost and hopeless and unimportant. Yet he wants to marry you? You? Even your own father doesn’t want you. Until just then, you may have thought the same of man kneeling by your feet.

Should it feel special? Should you be happy? Doesn’t every woman dream of her wedding day? You didn’t. You never expected a husband. You never had the thought to spare marriage. It just didn’t seem realistic to you. It was never a possibility you had to weigh.

“You’re quiet,” he lifts his head slowly, looking up at you with his gemlike eyes, “aren’t you excited?”

You suck in your lip then let it out, “yeah, I’m just... surprised.”

“Mm, I’m sorry it wasn’t a better one,” he looks around, “no candles, no champagne... but there are flowers.”

“Yeah, I guess, er--”

You hear the doors and before you can face the intruder on your scene, Frigga’s voice unleashes in a shrill squeal, “did you do it? Oh, please, Loki, what did she say?”

He shifts and clears his throat. He grips the arms rest and pushes himself to his feet. He plants a kiss on your forehead before he straightens. He lets out a breath as he turns to his mother.

“We are getting married,” he says plainly.

“Oh, how wonderful,” she chimes, “oh, a daughter-in-law!... Again.” She chuckles lightly, “it will be like a fairytale.” She flutters over to you as Loki moves out of her way, “darling,” she takes your hand, tugging you up to your feet, “this will be even grander than Walpurgisnacht. Oh yes, this will be unforgettable.”

You look at Loki as he returns your helpless gaze. You pout in his direction as he shrugs. Your mouth curves deeper downward. Please help!

“I’ve got some silhouettes in mind,” she pulls you away from the table, “Hela showed me this app, Pinterest I believe it’s called. I have all these splendid things saved.”

‘Sorry,’ Loki mouths and turns his hands out as you’re dragged away from the sunlight and the serenity of nature. Back to the dark house where you can’t breathe.

Inside, she takes you into the kitchen. She leaves you by the island as she flits around, dropping black tea into a pot and putting on the kettle to boil. She hums gleefully as you just stare. ‘Daughter-n-law'. That’s what she said. Would that make her your mother?

“Dear,” she turns to you and exhales, her expression dampening, “I recall you said your mother isn't with us anymore. I understand that may make this bittersweet for you but I will be here for you. Whatever you need, whatever questions you have, I’ll be happy to help. A wedding is a big thing. There’s much to do.”

You nod, “should we... should we hire a planner?”

“A planner? Gods no! I fancy myself a bit of an amateur but more than adequate,” she tuts, “we could have it at the house. Or perhaps we might seek out a nice chapel.”

You frown. It’s all so much so fast. She stops and puts her hand to her chest, “oh sorry, darling, I’m just so excited for you. I’m not trying to take over. Don’t be afraid to speak up. What do you think for a venue? Oh, perhaps a destination? Somewhere tropical?”

You cross your arms and peer over, your eyes catching the sheen of sunlight.

“The garden,” you murmur, “the gazebo. It’s all fixed up. We could put flowers around the rails.”

“That’d be a beautiful ceremony but what about the reception? We need space.”

“Oh,” you babble.

“Certainly we could make it work. We could fit people into the garden, we may have to sacrifice a few hedges.”

“Not many,” you mutter.

“Pardon, dear?” She asks as the kettle clicks and she turns to grab it off the burner, “what do you mean by that?”

“I...” your shoulders slump at the realisation, “I don’t have anyone to invite.”

She’s quiet as she pours the steaming water into the tea pot, “that’s not true. You have us and oh, Bragi seemed quite fond of you.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not? Dear, we love Loki because we have to, we love you because we want to,” she smiles.

Your eyes drift away wistfully. She can’t understand. She has people, she has everything you ever wanted. Even with the promise of a pretty house, a gorgeous garden, and all that comes with it, it just doesn’t make you feel any different.

You want a dad who loves you. You want a mother who’s alive. You want anyone who isn’t just obligated to you.

“I’m sorry,” her voice goes low, “I’m not meaning to upset you. I’ll slow down. I understand it’s a lot--”

“How could you want me to marry him? I don’t belong—I shouldn’t-- I can’t be your daughter.”

“Why ever not?” She asks.

You scoff and push your shoulders up, “I’m not good enough.”

She laughs, but not a taunting laugh. It’s disbelieving. She takes you by the shoulders and makes you face her head on, “darling, let me tell you, you are. You... you have no idea.”

“No idea?” You shake your head as you look at her from beneath your lashes.

“About what you do to my son. No, you cannot see it but I do. My Loki. I’ve seen him married, I’ve seen him heartbroken, I’ve seen him through everything, but something’s different about this. About you,” he brings a hand up to caress your cheek and hairline, “you have a power over him. Once you claim it, this will all be so much easier.” She cups your cheeks and tilts her head with a coy smile, “that’s how a marriage should be, you will see. He’ll never admit it but my son is more like his father than you would think.”

You scrunch up your nose. You don’t believe her. You can’t. You don’t have power. You’re just you. You’re not special or anything like that. You now what you are to Loki. The same thing you’ve always been to him, whether his maid, his plaything, or his wife; convenient.

“You will see,” she assures as if she can hear your doubts, “and what always clears my mind is tea.”

✨

Frigga expounds at length about all the possibilities ahead of you. She has grocery list that goes beyond a mere wedding. An engagement party, a bridal shower, the rehearsal, and not to mention, a scandalous bachelorette. You only sink further into anxiety. What have you gotten yourself into?

Well, you never did say yes. You weren’t asked, were you? Doesn’t matter. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.

You hold your chin, gnawing on your lip as Frigga rambles on about wedding colours. Green is nice but what about something subtle. Oh, or metallic. You simply nod, offering little to her monologue.

Your eyes wander past her to the windows. The afternoon wanes as evening cools the air. You mourn the sunlight as it shifts and the curtains dull.

“Ahem,” the clearing of a throat draws you away from your detachment.

Frigga quiets as she glances at her husband. He stands in the doorway, greeting you both with a subtle smile.

“I hate to interrupt, dear,” he says to Frigga, “but I was hoping I might be spared a moment with our future daughter before the sun sets. It has been a long day and I’d hate to keep her later than need be.”

“Oh, uh, certainly,” Frigga pushes her shoulders back, her cheeks tinging a dainty pink, “time must’ve got away from me. I’m so sorry, darling.” She reaches over and squeezes above your elbow, “I have been going on and on.”

“You will have lots of time to do so,” Odin chuckles, “but I feel the rain coming soon and I would like a walk in the gardens before then.” He tilts his head towards you, “may I have the honour?”

Frigga nudges you dips her head, “go on.”

You stand and swallow tightly, crossing the room to Odin as he waits patiently. You offer a sheepish look as he offers his arm. You thank him and walk with him into the entryway. He lets you retrieve your shoes before you go to the back doors and he ushers you outside.

You’re quiet as you descend the steps and stroll between the hedges. You feel the cool dampness creeping in the air. He’s right about the rain. You cling to his arm as a shiver crawls up your spine.

He draws away briefly, slipping off his thick cardigan, and he slips it over your shoulders. You murmur a thank you and he loops his arm with yours once again. You carry on, uncertain. You can sense he means to say something and you think you know what. He isn’t as happy as Frigga about this union.

You brace yourself for it. For him to put all your doubts to voice. You’re not good enough for Loki. This is a mistake. You are a pretender and you don’t belong in this family.

“My son is a fool,” he begins, shaking you with his soft but deep tone. You exhale, somewhat comforted that you were right. For once. “The way he’s behaved, foolish. And that’s to put it lightly, my dear.” He reaches to pat your hand in the crook of his arm, “you deserve much better than either of my sons.”

You keep your chin low as you watch your feet. A twig crushes beneath your sole as leaves rustle to your left. You glance over and stare after a short tail before it disappears. It’s only then you realise where he’s leading you.

The gazebo rises ahead of you with it’s domed roof. He stops you at the bottom and turns. He lets you go and lowers himself to sit on the step. He pats the wood next to him. As you sit, he looks up, admiring the structure.

“You did a good job,” he says.

“What?”

“On this,” he touches the railing, “looks sturdy.”

“Oh, well I... I only called the carpenter.”

“You did what needed to be done. What my son would not.”

“Mm, I guess,” you shrug.

“You did,” he insists, “do you not see it?”

“See what?” You twiddle your fingers.

“You are much stronger than he thinks you are. Than you think you are,” he shakes his head, “you underestimate yourself. My son, as much as I hate to think I raised him that way, while whine and whine before he gets anything done. If he can avoid it, it won’t be done. But you, I see it clearly, you do things. You know what life is. You just get through it.”

You hum and bite down on your cheeks. Not having a choice isn’t bravery. If anything, it’s the opposite.

“You shouldn’t. Just get through it. You should have some joy. You shouldn’t be locked away in the dark away from the sunlight. You should flourish in it,” he leans against you, “don’t let this marriage be like everything else.”

You dip your head. He sees right through you.

“You’re wrong, I’m not strong. I’m weak. I only do things because I’m afraid,” you sniffle.

“But you can admit that fear. You can face it. Not many people can.”

You sighs and drag your hands up and down your calves, hunching over your knees.

“If you want to marry my son, I will not say a word to stop you, but I do want you to make a promise to me,” he continues, “a small one. Rather, think of it as a promise to yourself.”

“Okay,” you wilt as you look over at him. His eyes are a bluish grey with flecks of slate. His gaze is gentle.

“It’s what we spoke of before,” he says, “you must tell my son no.”

“No?”

“Ah, yes, I do regret he didn’t hear more it earlier in his life but he does need to hear it. Especially from you,” he intones.

“But I...”

“You will. And when you do, he will listen.”

“How-- no, he wouldn’t.”

“Ah, I know. My son is isn’t very good at that but he will. He must. He has reason to listen now. You are not his wife yet,” he puts his hand over yours, just atop your knee.

You give a strained look, somewhere between a smile and frown. You’re flattered that he believe in you but you don’t. He doesn’t know the way it. He doesn’t know the way you are.

“Alright, let’s practice,” he pulls his hand away and claps. He pushes himself to his feet with a grunt and spins to face you. He adjusts his collar and lifts his chin, putting on face, almost a pinched look, “now, wife,” his voice is slightly off, “what I say is law and you will do as I say.”

You stare at him, confused. You purse your lips and shake your head. What is he talking about?

He grins and shows his palms, “I am him. Pretend I’m my son,” he lowers his voice, “now, we’ve had enough of this conversation and I have made my decision.”

You pick your nail, watching him dumbly.

He breaks character again, “say no.”

“What?”

“Say it,” he orders then once more his poster shifts. “Wife, I will not tell you again.”

You blink and take a deep breath, “n--no?”

He sputters, “pardon? What was that?”

“No,” you say firmer, heart beating, “no, I—I won’t.”

“But I said so--”

“Oh, um, okay--”

“No, no, no,” Odin waves his hands, “keep going.”

“Uh, okay, uh, no,” you say again.

“No? You’re telling me no?” He puts on a display which does remind you of Loki. “How can you tell me no?”

You look at him and blanch. His grey eyes stare back, goading you on. He bows his head slightly.

“Yes, I mean, no. Yes, I am telling you no. No,” you steady your voice, “no.” He spins his finger and you repeat it again, loudly.

He arches his brow and puts his hand to his chest, “no?” He sounds almost pathetic, “but darling,” he comes forward and lowers himself to his knees, one at a time. He takes your hand in his, “darling, please, don’t be mad at me.”

You scoff as his theatrics turn ridiculous. You make a face and roll your eyes, “he wouldn’t...”

“He will,” Odin assures. “If he knows you’re serious, if you don’t give him what he wants right away, oh, I think you could give him a right scare. As I have it, you already have done.” He lifts himself slightly and angles to sit beside you again, “just perhaps this time you needn’t scale the roof.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #maid au #dirty work #mcu #marvel #avengers

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max13l · 3 days

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Since I can't stop thinking about it because of this post where Daniel's chain looks like it could be a collar, here's a little thing on the "making him worse" trope but with Maxiel and pet play. AKA puppy play but instead of Max trying to fix Daniel, it's actually meant to make him "worse" (or better depending on your interpretation).

After his time at McLaren, Max thought Daniel became unusually pliant and... almost submissive? Losing his typical confidence and aggressiveness that Max had come to know when they were teammates (and that he knew he loved). Max thinks it's very much showing in his racing too, holding Daniel back from showing his full potential on track like he used to before. And Max decides he can't have this, so he comes up with a plan. He's going to train Daniel.

Max is going to train Daniel, but instead of how training is usually meant to make someone listen better and be more in control of themselves, he would do the exact opposite for Daniel. He wants him to lose control. Wants him to be aggressive. To bite. To be a right cunt, as Daniel would say. And if it lands him with more than a few bitemarks, then so be it. It will be worth it.

Before propositioning his boyfriend, Max does the (very minimal) research he feels is necessary and orders all the supplies he will need to be successful with his plan. It won't be an immediate success though, it is supposed to be a long process after all, Max knows, but since they don't have infinite time to get Daniel back to the driver he used to be, he will have to make it as efficient as possible.

When Max first brings it up to Daniel, he thinks Max is joking. Pretend to be a dog? How the hell was that going to make his driving better? Max attempts to explain how it works as best as he can, but Daniel just isn't taking it as seriously as he would like. Max doesn't have time for this; he'll just have to show him. "Whatever. Just trust me? This will be good for you, Daniel. Try with me? I will make it good for you. You already like barking so much and you pee outside, you're halfway there." Guess Daniel can't argue with that.

Max was satisfied with Daniel, albeit reluctantly, agreeing to play along. He told his boyfriend as much by scheduling their first scene for the next day, it wasn't a race weekend, Max made sure to time it perfectly.

When Max told Daniel to be prepared the next day, Daniel couldn't say he expected the onslaught of things Max had got for him. Seeing all the... stuff? ("Gear? Is that what Max called it?") Daniel realized then that Max is actually extremely serious about this. He should've known, his boyfriend never half-asses things that aren't media duties.

Daniel felt his face warm up looking at all the items Max carefully laid out for him, and if his cock twitched at the thought of putting them all on, that's between him and God. Two particular items were the most intimidating to him, the pup hood modeled after a Doberman, pointy ears and all leather, and the black silicone tail plug. Aside from those, a leather harness and jockstrap were also waiting for him. He supposes he can handle this much, though he still thinks it's all a bit silly. He tells himself he only agreed because Max has indulged him in the past, so he can do the same for him. He still doesn't understand how this is supposed to help with his driving though.

The first scene didn't go quite as Max would've wanted it to. Daniel wasn't taking it seriously enough. Sure, he barked when Max told him, but Max could tell he wasn't actually into it. He wasn't in the right headspace yet and was only pretending to try and make Max happy. Max was not happy. He needed Daniel to fully give in if this was going to work.

By the time they had another scene planned, Max figured out what he thinks will get Daniel in the right headspace. Max had to piss him off, bad. He wanted Daniel to get to be angry and in tune with expressing his frustration again, instead of subduing and locking it away, through this, and he will make it happen. And what better time to do so than after another shit short lived race for Daniel? Max knew Daniel should already be upset, but it wasn't enough, so why not add him being overtly flirty with every other man and woman around when he knew Daniel was watching? Daniel wasn't necessarily a jealous man, but he definitely had his possessive streaks, especially after bad races when his patience was already thin.

Daniel slammed the door when he made his way into Max's room, "Max, what the fuck? Are you trying to play with me or something, eh?" exactly as Max wanted him. To rub it in more, Max left champagne linger in his hair and on his skin, so Daniel could smell it. Max only smiled seemingly nonchalant about everything on the surface, yet his cock throbbed against the tight jeans he changed into earlier, he couldn't wait any longer. "Playing? No, we have a scene to do, don't we?"

Daniel was about to protest when it clicked. Alright, Max wants a scene? He'll fucking get one. With no words, Daniel left to get ready, leaving Max behind with a big satisfied grin on his face, this is going so smoothly for once.

On his return, Max could still see the anger in Daniel's eyes, dark and fiery, accentuated by the pup hood, which Daniel chose to only wear the top part of this time. "Why do you still smell like champagne?", Daniel couldn't fucking believe it once he got close enough to Max, could see and definitely smell the champagne on Max, he could feel a snarl creeping on him, making his lip twitch, "You fucking-"

"Dogs don't talk, Daniel." Max responded calmly knowing he'll only press Daniel further.

As soon as he uttered those words, Max found himself on the floor, Daniel growling above him. With his mouth free, Daniel immediately started lapping at the champagne coating Max's neck, then he couldn't hold back from biting Max, breaking the skin on his shoulder and sternum. Then time started blurring as Daniel continued to take what he needed. He fucked Max hard and thorough, barking and snarling as he did it, feeling something snap inside him, all tension leaving his body as he howled and filled his Master up.

"Good boy." Max slurred, fucked out but happy.

After that scene, Daniel started to understand why Max thought this might help him. They kept it up, doing scenes more frequently, Daniel becoming more and more acquainted with his feral side, all the pent up anger and frustration finding a way to be released after years of letting it pile up somewhere at the back of his mind. It started to show in Daniel's on track results too, people seeming surprised at Daniel's "newfound passion for racing". He always felt himself wanting to growl at them for it, to fight, it wasn't new, it was just subdued. Not anymore.

They had a system now, seeing progress early enough, very much to Max's pleasure. Daniel had collars made specifically for him: a play one that was a heavy leather one that matched his hood, letting Max know what Daniel wants without him needing to speak a word and disrupt his own immersion in pup space; a day collar that looked like a regular chain necklace, but Daniel and Max knew its real meaning, reminding Daniel of the fire in him, of the way Max owns him and yet he's got so much power over him, the bitemarks left on Max's skin temporary reminders of it, the weight of the chain working as a physical reminder of the weight of the play collar he wears when he pounds the living daylights out of Max; they also had a ribbon Daniel could wear around his neck while in the car, hidden under his fireproofs.

Another thing that became an important part of their scenes and also proved useful to Daniel during race weekends was a clicker. Max found out about clicker training a bit after they started their scenes and knew he would find a way to incorporate it in Daniel's training. Now, Daniel carries it around before races, making clicking it three times a part of his ritual. It puts him in the right headspace, any possible anxiety washing away and being replaced with fire burning in his stomach, making him want, want, want. Just like his Master taught him. Daniel hasn't felt this content and confident in a good while.

After yet another good race and a less intense scene than their usual, Daniel pressed a kiss on Max's sweaty forehead, "Thank you, Maxy. You were right about this." Max smiled softly, blissed out in Daniel's arms, "I am, of course, always right about you."

"Just don't let this old dog bite you in the ass next season, yeah?"

#maxiel #cw pet play #cw undernegotiated kink #idk what this is but it's... a lot #the voices got loud i couldn't stop them so there's around 1.4k words of this #hope someone likes it ig #my writing #my fic

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r--kt · 1 day

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Where actually was this betrayal line for Obito that Kakashi had crossed?

about the whole "anyone got Kakashi, but not Obito" thing that @komihoyinsblog said. I remembered where the culmination of this theme was. no, like, this whole topic is real!

let's talk about the scene after when Jubito was defeated. here I will analyse kkobkk relationships and Obito's arc specifically.

contents | context · meaning of the scene · where's a mistake and where's a betrayal

CH. 655

Context

during the battle with the shinobi alliance, Obito came face to face with a deeply repressed desire for another life, which he did not realize due to his position as the only one who can fulfill the tsukuyomi plan. the battle itself as well as the conversation with Naruto reminds Obito of the aspirations and values dear to him that he had to sacrifice. all this has noticeably hit Obito and now he is disarmed and stripped of his armor, which is metaphorically reflected in his half-naked body (and cuz fans love men's boobs).

CH. 652. god, look how happy he is, I'm sobbing. love the way he never regrets about his scars, they're with him even in his imagination, that's a reminder of his core values.

structurally, in Obito's arc, this scene is the Collapse point and the end of the second act. here, the previous methods (the tsukuyomi plan) have shown their inconsistency, and the goal (peace for everyone and for him, too) has not been achieved, and he must find a new way to achieve this goal. at the beginning of the scene, he is confused, defeated and not ready to face the consequences.

why isn't he ready? he's lying there, seemingly resigned. yeah, not exactly. here, he accepted the impending death, and it's even not bad to die by Kakashi's hand to some extent. another question is, is he ready to talk to him, is he ready to accept the defeat and find the strength to continue the journey?

Meaning of the scene

once again, it is important that the battle with the alliance and the conversation with Naruto influenced Obito, but did not convince him. it was Kakashi who did it.

in fact, this conversation with Kakashi is a crucial reason for Obito to return to his ideals. before that, he was in doubt (the second act is a reflection of the character, as if hesitating from one side to the other), and after that he takes the side of the alliance. what did Kakashi say that made Obito come back?

three questions Obito is asking.

how can you be sure that Naruto won't fail on his way, unlike me? [pic 2, above]

why are you so attached to Naruto, what's the difference between him and me? [pic below]

why are you willing to help him (and not me)? [pic below]

they don't talk about different paths here. Kakashi emphasizes that Obito's path is not exactly wrong, so that's not the deal. it's about Obito and Naruto as people, and, more, about Kakashi's opinion on Obito.

finding out why he is not the one whose path Kakashi is ready to defend is essential for Obito. he wants to understand why Naruto (aka Obito's previous self, too) is closer to him, why Kakashi does not support the actual one for whom he grieved so much. why, even recognizing the possible correctness of tsukuyomi, Kakashi refuses to support Obito in this, prefers to go the same way. and also look at how damn emotional he is at this moment, his feelings go from anger to anxiety in a couple of frames. that's what happened when the central conflict "I'm never good enough to be loved" is raised.

Obito's questions are a subconscious appeal to Kakashi — "why don't you choose me? I could make you happy. what's wrong with me again?!" he thinks that the reason Kakashi doesn't take his side is not because of the correctness of his path, but because of Obito himself. subconsciously, he thinks that it's because of Kakashi's personal dislike of this "new" Obito, and he is very afraid of this might be true. just look at his face at the bottom of the page, he's really worried about hearing Kakashi's answer. oh, and it's actually the same meaning as "I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to, even though I'm different" [ Jinx's quote from Arcane, yes, I like to compare these two sometimes ].

what Kakashi says in this situation means "let me help you." Kakashi said he would be ready to help Obito if he let him in, if he allowed him. this is literally the only condition (which is important to mention here) under which Obito did not pass, because of his desire to reject Kakashi's help, believing that he must put his life on tsukuyomi plan and cut off all ties. but this does not mean that he wanted Kakashi to cut off this tie in return.

Obito was an individualist, and he only scoffed or got angry at Kakashi's offer to help/sympathize. now they're in a situation when Obito finally hear that Kakashi said "you've made mistakes, but that's okay. I can be with you, if you need me to, and I'm okay with you continuing your life and reaching peace. I accept you and I believe in you." and I want you to appreciate that this is the tipping point of Obito's arc.

so, that's why Obito changes his way of acting. Kakashi shows that he accepts Obito the way he is, and thus significantly reduces Obito's need to prove his worth through his own hardships and overcoming difficulties. yes, Kakashi had already said similar things before, and it didn't work, but here this line is resolved precisely because of this deep conversation they had.

Where's a mistake and where's a betrayal

oh, maybe Rin's death was a thing Obito considered a betrayal from Kakashi's part? everything's much less trivial. would he offer to help Kakashi if he thought he was a traitor? and well, he offered.

CH. 630

no, look at his face on the bottom right, why would you say that with such a gentle face to someone you consider a traitor? what is it, a genuine smile? so something happened besides that.

the betrayal was that Kakashi preferred his other ties to the connection with Obito. here, betrayal is not about killing Rin, and not about breaking a promise — all these are mistakes that Obito is able to forgive.

all the moments when Obito says something like "you had the opportunity to kill me, but you didn't do it", "you can't deal with me because of guilt?", "still blaming yourself for the broken promises?" - all this is an attempt to increase his own value, to show the importance of Obito for Kakashi. and it's also a projection. Obito says, "you had so many opportunities to kill me, but you..." although he does the same. like, why would he leave Kakashi alive after the kamui battle? intentionally inflict a non-fatal wound on him and leave him in a dimension that only he and Obito have access to? "I don't care if he's alive or dead," but at every opportunity he chose the option "alive", even if it's less profitable for him. my baby loves to deceive himself so much.

all this time, Obito believed that he was striving for their common dream, and therefore the condemnation from Kakashi (there should be a couple more frames from the manga) feels like the most painful blow for him, especially when Kakashi says that Rin would not want it either. before that, Obito had compared himself and Kakashi a couple of times, put them on an equal footing, and after being rejected by him, that's where Obito feels really lonely.

the point of no return was precisely the fact that Kakashi shows with his own words that he does not accept the current Obito and everything he's been striving for years. all this, taken together, he considered a betrayal, as if he's not enough, as if he fucked everything up again.

therefore, their conflict is resolved by the acceptance of one person by another, this is in fact exactly what Obito's heart wanted — to hear that he could be accepted after all that had happened. the same thing happened after his death, when he finally met Rin, by the way.

hope the text is not that messy. oh, and! that kkob video I've made with mitski's song. this fits the topic so well. love these guys

#obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #naruto shippuden #naruto #kakaobi #obikaka #team minato #kakashi #obito

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nikolajrostovs · 2 days

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tbk characters as decades of 19th-20th century western fashion because i have a really clear vision for this and i'm too lazy to draw it so you get to imagine it instead

Ivan Karamazov - 1800s

This one isn't really about what he would look good or feel comfortable in, but rather the fact that he reminds me of a bitchy tortured Austen man. And that's coming from someone who doesn't like Jane Austen in the slightest. I like Ivan well enough though. I guess. Honorable mention to 1910s men's fashion though.

Mitya Karamazov - 1830s

Big strong man with wide shoulders and a grabbable chest? In 1860s fashion??? The shapeless boxy hell that is 1860s men's fashion? He was robbed. So hard. Put that man in a tight-fitting hourglass-shaped puffy-sleeved coat. For the love of god. Why did he have to be born in 1839? This is the worst thing Dostoyevsky has ever done to me.

Pavel Smerdyakov - 1840s

Dandyism PEAKED in the 1830s-40s. He can get a little cunty with it. He deserves that much.

Lise Khokhlakova - 1840s

I don't care if she's only a supporting character. I'm including her because she's very dear to me. There's something youthful but melancholy about 1840s fashion. Lise</333 be happy..

Katerina Verkhovtseva - 1870s

I think a good bustle would fix her. Also PLEASE appreciate the picture I picked because those ladies remind me SO MUCH of the homoeroticest girlies of all time katya and grushenka. Is that not how that scene with them went?

Alyosha Karamazov - 1880s

Something about late Victorian fashion that just screams Alyosha. He's no dandy but he still wants to look nice. Yes this is influenced by his clothes in the latter part of the Soviet adaptation. He looks good in this American sack suit style.

Grushenka Svetlova - 1900s

This one was really difficult to decide because any era is a Grushenka era. In the end I decided that late 1900s fashion works well for her. It's graceful and feminine, but quite modern, and definitely not well-received by everyone.

Cheers thanks for reading bye

#tbk #the brothers karamazov #i did this a while back with wap characters and it was fun..so..#ivan karamazov #mitya karamazov #pavel smerdyakov #lise khokhlakova #katerina ivanovna verkhovtseva #alyosha karamazov #grushenka svetlova

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lazycranberrydoodles · 5 months

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wei wuxian really put his whole pussy into the donghua yiling patriarch reveal huh

#the huge flock of crows and the green fire and the dark aura and the resentment spikes(??)#[megamind voice] PRESENTATION!!!!!!#not art #mdzs #currently looking for backgrounds for the mdzs aa au. involves rewatching parts of the animation and WOAH #sorry he killed and maimed and cannibalized and tortured all those people :/ he looked sexy doing it #the gender stored in the yiling laozu cannot be understated. GOD i wish i could cosplay him #i wish. they couldve put in the wwx/jc reunion in s1e15 :(#jiang cheng my (indecipherable noises)#hes so relieved and happy!!!!!! the reunion scene URGHRGRHRG. genuinely torturing wen chao IS a bonding moment #adn it speaks to the whole horrors of war thing.. when you have nothing left to bond over (because yunmeng burned) you bond over violence #and the fact that it is in THIS scene that its very emphasized how close they are/how much they trust each other/how they grew up together #. ouhhghhhh.#wwx is quipping at him about being a sect leader and jc is complaining about how long he was gone. they are so incredibly severely #traumabonded guys. ugh. also honorable mention to the cql after-lotus-pier-burning scene for being fucking heartbreaking. love you mwah #mdzs spoilers #at this point in time lan “cannot talk about his emotions” wangji and jiang “bitches and complains as affection” cheng and wei “arrogance #and self destructiveness" wuxian are not communicating very well. shocker #to delete l8er

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moonuru · 1 year

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THEY ARE IN LOVE. MY WORD IS LAW >:U

also sorry about my terrible handwriting as this was done in procreate and... ye but eyyy I did some snazzy backgrounds for this o v o (also some of the panels are hard to see thanks to the lighting, dang it) This needs that one song from the little mermaid. Kiss the girl? but they actually kiss n’ stuff.

#my art #captain caviar cookie #black pearl cookie #black pearl and caviar #legend of the duskgloom sea #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #they are so in love #look how happy she is #THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY >:T #god my handwriting is so sloppy #this is actually what happens after the dance scenes I did

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lilaccatholic · 5 months

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how do i do it though. how do i let go of the bitterness and the hardness when they kept me "okay" for so long? does it come when i finally leave? can it ever?

#babes i actually relate to the frigid angry woman more than im comfortable with but this time there's no prince coming to save her and idk #i was never beautiful but i was and am angry and capable and that's served me well but being angry is exhausting #it's a birthright i can't give to a younger sibling. it doesn't transfer.#i dont inspire devotion. there's no version of this that ends with me waltzing with a true love.#im not the type you launch a thousand ships for.#so what's left?#who am i when i have no one? when ive spent my life making *me* less to make others more? when im nothing but a useful piece of furniture.#i know God loves me! i love Him! but it's not the same. i want *people* to love me. i want to be someone that theyd fight for.#im feeling that 'women have minds and hearts but im so lonely' scene from little women 2019 so much right now.#except im not jo. my family loves me but theyd never do for me what jo's would do for her. theyre also all focused on surviving.#i feel like a military ration. there to be consumed but cast aside the moment something more palatable comes around.#how do i become consumed with joy? how do i let go of the cynicism? its all thats kept me safe! but its choking me too.#its like tony stark in iron man 2. the thing thats kept me alive this far is killing me. i need to find an alternative but its looking like #ill have to synthesize a new element to make it happen and that freaks me out.#ive always been derivative. never an individual. how do i become a trailblazer when my job was always to hold the hand of the one blazing #the trail? how do i become myself happy and free?#because i WANT to be more #i WANT to be more than anger and coldness and a useful idiot. i WANT to be me and be so so happy #but i dont know how to get there #and if someone suggests therapy im shooting you. i dont want to listen to one more person pretend to care about me and tell me #all the things i need to change and spend even longer not learning how to think for myself #i want to be more than this. but i also cant stand the thought of taking up any more space than i do #anyway.#anyone who's read all this thank you and i promise im fine im just in my feelings today lol #im going to work out and get some happy brain chemicals flowing and then ill take a shower and itll all be good.#please dont worry about me! im just having A Moment TM #lilac rambles

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todayisafridaynight · 21 days

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tw // suicide

on twitter some ppl were talking about THAT jo scene from iw again and someone commented fucking "you know he was thinking about using that gun on himself" and im not sane anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! added something something his faith in ichi kept him hopeful enough in the moment but then when he went to jail oh. ohhh !!!!!!!!!!!

nooo cause if That Jo Scene is the flashback scene with hoshino's death that really had to be SUUUCH a low point if not top five lowest points for him i wanted to throw up watching that <- replays it in my brain constantly

#iw spoilers #snap chats #UGH I WANNA REPLAY IW SO BAD i still wanna see the scenes with english dubbing but i wanna finish lost judgment first #in any case no i love that scene. like you can see the will to live leave jo's body as he goes to sit down #god naw cause i was laughing (read: crying) over how jo really let that dog comment get to him. loved that really ....#i do enjoy the added context to sawashiro and his relationship with ichi even if its sort of one sided #like ichis never really harbored ill will towards him- hes not happy about how sawashiro treated him back then LOL #but it was still clear he respected him #with sawashiro- like once you know the whole locker mix up secret then it contextualizes their relationship (from jo's pov anyway)#but just sawashiro having actually MET akane and speaking with her and listening to her wish .. idk.#its a nice thought that- for as hard as he is on ichi- he is trying to look out for him for akane's sake #emphasis on For As Hard As He Is like my man you dont gotta take his finger off 💀💀 in any case ...#maybe thats just optimistic thinking but its a nice thought. This All In Relation to having faith in ichi to Not game end himself 💀#god but sawashiro in jail .. i really wouldve paid money just to know what was going through his head #how he reacted to aoki's death the moment he was told- like he already knew aoki never valued him but still... fathers love and all #ive rambled long enough vjlLKVEJVLKEJ BYE

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designernishiki · 11 months

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seriously yakuza 3 should’ve ended almost exactly the same way it did except when it’s shown that kiryu’s back in okinawa at the end majima should’ve been there too. that’s it. that’s all they needed to do

#the man was basically BEGGING for kiryu to take him with him that whole game he is So tired of getting left behind gahagagdhhdhshh #that’s ALL oh my god it would’ve been so EASY #it’s so frustrating I know I’ve said it a billion times but let that man be happy for the love of god #even if it’s vague. or even if it’s for a little while. it would’ve been better than abandoning him and shrugging off his willingness to do #Anything for kiryu ghagagahhahhshsgshdhdhh #bangs my head against a desk #kazumaji #rambling #I think it’s partly particularly frustrating because y3 was the strongest game for kazumaji shit and then they just sorta left it hanging #like none of the shit between them in the game never happened #like fuck dude. you don’t even need to think about it Gayly to see that at the very least had a whole arc and multiple scenes overall #dedicated to Kiryu Can Trust Majima In Any Circumstance. Majima Would Do Anything For Him #like that’s. what the whole of chapter 8 was about.#so then turning around and acting like kiryu just doesn’t care at all about any of that #well obviously it makes him look like a selfish prick but also it just doesn’t align with how he was the rest of the game generally #they also fucked over rikiya like I was 100% expecting some little tribute to him at the end back in Okinawa but there was Nothing #so that too but #yeah #xxgdhdjdjdjdjfgmg im mad because this is one of my favorite games in the franchise so I can’t just outright say It’s Bad or something like #I can with. say. 1/kiwami 1

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frecklystars · 2 years

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A couple weeks ago, I commissioned Eronposts on Twitter to draw some Saving Starlight StarKeri’s and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LOOK HOW PRETTY WE ARE 🥺😭😭💞💓💗💕💕💟💝💘💓💖💖💓💞💕

#THE SCRATCHES ON HIS ARMOR #THE COLORS? THE COLORS?? PINK LEMONADE KING AND QUEEN READY TO CONQUER ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING #seeing these after such a long workday was JUST what i needed #these are so detailed and HIS CLAWS?? ARE SO INTRICATE? SO PRETTY???#SO BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHING ABT HIM IS BEAUTIFUL #AND THIS ARTIST!!! MADE HIM LOOK SO STUNNING #SO DAZZLING SO PERFECT AAAAAAAAAAAA #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE'S MY EVERYTHING 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#i asked this artist for lots of love and tenderness #and didnt really give any instruction i told them to draw whatever they wanted #as long as stsc was happy and very much In Love #AND WOW DID THEY GO ABOVE AND BEYOND #im so thrilled!! that last page looks so much like scenes from my AU!! and it was unintentional!#the fucking reunion hug?? TEARFUL JOY??? THE PROTECTION?? MY LORD???#HOW DID THEY KNOW....#ughg I LOVE HOW THEY DREW MY HAIR TOOOO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #god they made him so tender exactly what i wanted 🥺🥺🥺 it's PERFECT #better than i could ever imagine #its so refreshing to have Saving Starlight art that I didn't have to make myself #im going to stare at this forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and everrrrrr #Saving Starlight AU #Saving Starlight AU art #precious commissions tag #💕 Everything I did to get to you 🌟🌸#GOD LOOK HOW FOND HE IS. THE BLUSH #HIS SMILES. OGHOHGHGH IT WRECKS ME RIGHT IN THE HEART

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haunted-doodles · 8 months

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not really the type who likes posting their ocs much but here's a Nim :}

#no tags because idk how to tag oc posts- also this account DO just be for saving my art in case my pc ever breaks.#but he's one of my favourite characters i have rn #and the junk hunters in general honestly their dynamic is my favourite.#two old gay men. One (Viktor) who lingers a little on the past but is happy and content as to where he is in the present #the other (Atlas) still mourning his dead mother and having left his abusive home.#A trans girl (Inky) who grew up in a perfectly normal household but became agoraphobic; before being ripped from her home and forced into #outside world #and Nim. someone who grew up in a trash zone with nothing to eat but garbage and is living her best life in the present.#they're literally blorbos from my brain ESPECIALLY the world they're apart of too because GOD i love it so much #What Nim's holding is called a Liabell; most if not all mosnter hunters have them for mobility.#the liabells dont work without a lullader (small-neon glowing stone looking spiders basically) inside. as it uses their incredibly tough we #to pull #but Nim's a cloven (deerways) so she's already got pretty good agility and uses their's for moreso rangling monsters.#i have SUCH a cool scene that I wanna draw (but doesn't fit my style- so i gotta commission it for sure)#where they're standing atop of an elk-like monster #and he's like- spun webs of the liabell around it's horns and its incredibly firey and its night and #GAHH #Nim's liabell isn't even like- purple- his lullader is- the liabell is clear glass with weathering copper when the lullader isnt in it.#I'm so normal about this world and all the races I've made for it. Because simply being a different race means they might use their #tools differently or not need specific ones #for example: I've got one character in my mind that's a possae (something inhabiting another thing basically) and they're a skeleton #with this massive glowing pulsating mass in it's ribcage and its all cowboy motif. (I'm thinking angel posessing it and handing out #their own retrobution in the West Zone)#and basically they use a Liabell similar to Nim but it's a lasso and they have several of them to help tie up more people.

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beneathtreemomo · 3 months

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(Art is by the amazing @hyolks!!! Go check out their stuff!!! And thank you for holding the raffle it was an honor to be one of the winners <3)

Cavil's scream cuts off with a sickening thud. The barest sounds of a crunch. Slowly, afraid the cliff would decide the fight had been too much and take Ace down with him as well, he crawled foreward just enough to peek over the edge.

A broken body bent in ways it had no right being was slowly being surrounded by deep red blood, moonlight making the anger on Cavil's face stark and gleaming.

Shivers raced down Ace's spine, stomach twisting.

That was... way too close to being him.

He scrambled away from the cliffside, exhaling a sharp breath as it pulled the wrong way at the slash on his leg.

"....Will?" He called in a voice so quiet it cracked, afraid to draw attention from those still fighting but desperate to know if he hadn't been too late.

There was no audible response; Ace's heart lodged itself into his throat. "Will?" He called again, louder, trying and failing not to sound panicked. No. He can't be gone. He can't. Not after he promised to stay again.

But he'd promised he wouldn't die, either.

Ace just barely stopped a whine from escaping, panic squeezing his chest until his ribcage burned.

Something gleamed, burning like a fire in the corner of Ace's eyes. He gasped, diving for the object the second he realized what it was, and clasped his hands around the band tight.

Neverland's Dream. A quick glance around the area showed that no one was watching, too caught up in their own fights to notice the fact Ace's had finished. It also showed that Will had well and truly disappeared, something that made the panic fighting to crush Ace's lungs want to strangle him.

'Breathe,' He told himself, though the voice in his head sounded an awful lot like Will. ' I He told you how this would go.'

Ace clenched his eyes shut as he slowly breathed out, waiting. He was afraid to look at the diadem, afraid to focus on the way the heat in his hands pulsed and weakened, in case he had been too late.

The heat rose, rising higher and righer as Ace's heart clenched; sinuses started to burn as tears pooled behind his eyes--

The heat settled. A warmth thrummed between his fingers, welcoming.

Laughter bubbled in his chest as Ace opened his eyes, though it sounded much like a sob. The ametrine stone was glowing between his fingers, and as he opened his hands to see the diadem in all its glory, the colors of the stone seemed to swirl playfully.

Neverland's Dream was his.

Ace laughed again, unable to stop staring at the beautiful diadem. It was even more gorgeous than he'd imagined, all those years ago, discussing the eventual adventure against Will's solid warmth as a thumb stroked the base of his neck and fingers tangled in his hair. Curling metal leaves, vines wrapping around a firestorm of a gem that mimicked the sunrise on the horizon.

Relief flooded through him so suddenly, Ace felt himself go boneless. He pressed his forehead to the metal, curling in on himself until his hands and head were almost on his knees. "You're back," Ace whispered, uncaring of the aches and pains pulsing through his back-- his entire body, really. He was too damn happy. "You're back...!"

Fingers brushed through his hair, cold and barely able to be felt, but still there. "I'm back," Will said, holding back tears. "I missed you, puppyfoot."

Ace finally let the tears fall, a sob tearing itself from his throat as Will gathered him into his arms, like nothing had changed at all.

Something broken in Ace's chest righted itself.

Finally, he was home.

#ainsley clover #ace clover #ainsley ace clover #to light clovers aflame #to light clovers aflame fic #will x ace #willace #kaitou joker oc #look at him #finally able to be happy #all it took was a magic diadem and pure luck #ace not realizing just how off kilter he was until it fixed itself #he'd known Will dying had killed so many different parts of himself #but he'd genuinely never realized he didn't feel like he had a home anymore until Will was with him again #god I love these two SO MUCH and idk what to add to these tags for this scene but I just!!! love them!!!

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