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favorite fics rec list

hello! i wanted to share some of my favorite fics to make sure everyone else is aware of these amazing fics and even more amazing writers. go send them some love!

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Smut

Stucky

share your blessings // @kinanabinks (mafia!stucky)

summary: Bucky's always known that you're his biggest blessing. A God-sent angel from above. Who's he to keep you all to himself? warnings: Mob!Bucky x Reader established relationship, Mob!Steve x Reader, smut (buck gets cucked, daddy kink, degradation kink, oral sex, penetrative sex, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie, objectification, fingering, spitting, blowjob, face fucking), slight angst, aftercare and fluff.

three's company by @sunshinebuckybarnes (avenger!stucky)

word count: 2.6k summary: you've been sleeping with them both in secret but once that secret’s out they present you an offer you can't refuse. warnings: pet names (sweetheart, doll), smut; fingering, double penetration. Fluff and feels.

Ari Levinson

always keep my heart safe // @witchywithwhiskey (ceo!ari)

word count: 10.7k summary: you're ari levinson's "maid" and you're harboring a crush on your employer, which leads you to act foolish when you're alone with him on a long flight on his private plane. warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established relationship, established consent/safe words, employer/employee relationship with feelings, pre-discussed arrangement, free use, size kink (very brief moment of pain from it), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, tiny bit of overstimulation, check-ins, discussion of relationship & feelings, romantic confessions, possessiveness, dirty talk, pet names (sugar), aftercare

halloween princess // @evansbby (sugardaddy!ari)

word count: 3.8k summary: Your sugar daddy decides to dress you up in a costume of his choice for Halloween. warnings: sugar daddy Ari, age gap, smutt, daddy!kink, ab riding, dirty talk.

praising you // @angrythingstarlight (lumberjack!ari)

summary: Ari loves to praise you, anytime, anywhere. warnings: praise kink, smut

Bucky Barnes

body workshop // @1800jjbarnes (mafia!bucky)

word count: 1.6k summary: Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Doll cry. warnings: Shitty Friends. Mention about putting on weight (which is normal). Mention of a standard. Dark thoughts. Reader hates herself. (I love you all so much.) James wants to lowkey kill your friends. Pet names. Swearing. Crying. Kisses. Hickeys. Little bit of man handling. Fingering.

new tricks by @sebstanwhore (virgin!bucky)

word count: 9.5k summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, you’re ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didn’t count on, is your brother’s best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you — one confession in particular. Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin. warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky

for the first time // @jobean12-blog (shy!bucky)

word count: 1k summary: It's been a long time for Bucky and his feelings for you are overwhelming in every way so when it comes to your first time...he's so soft. warnings: cursing, softness, fluff, fingering, oral sex (m rec), smut

are you bored yet? // @pellucid-constellations (frat!bucky)

word count: 8k summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to. warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky

buttoned up // @disturbedbydesign (professor!bucky)

word count: 5.8K summary: Even though you were one of the top students in his class, Professor Barnes had always been cold to you. You had tolerated his indifference all semester, but when his end-of-term dinner party invites went out and you weren't on the list, you decided it was the last straw—it was time to confront him about it and find out what the hell his problem was. The answer would surprise you. warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids). 18+ only, no minors.

Steve Rogers

ever since i met you // @witchywithwhiskey (bestfriend!steve)

word count: 5k summary: your best friend takes you out for a valentine's day friend date that ends with the two of you cuddling in a hotel room—and discovering you've both been hiding feelings since the day you met. warnings: smut with lots of fluff, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), valentine's day smut/fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions

Dark

Steve Rogers

paved with good intentions // @navybrat817 (avenger!steve)

word count: 2.8k summary: When Steve Rogers sees you get close to his best friend, he takes matters into his own hands. If he can’t be your hero, he’ll be your villain. warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements (do NOT read if this upsets you!), obsession, jealousy, hurt/comfort, Steve is not a good man in this fic.

Angst

Stucky

one more meeting // @myfictionaldreams (mafia!stucky)

word count: 5.6k summary: For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved. warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, murder, violence, blood, john walker has a temper, polyamory, dom/sub, threesome, subspace, pet names, sub reader, size difference, reader gets injured, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, aftercare, praise kink, fluff, angst, vaginal sex, nipple play, cum play, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk

she's not mad // @subwaysurf45 (college!bucky)

Words: 9k Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways. Warnings: Bucky has mommy issues, mentions of oral sex, nudity, angst, fluff, college!bucky, slow burn

Fluff

Bucky Barnes

wallpaper // @cosmicbucky (bestfriend!bucky)

word count: 1k summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers

mafia!bucky drabble // @angrythingstarlight (mafia!bucky bumblebee series)

summary: Bucky loves spending time with his daughter.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fic rec #stucky #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #stucky x reader #stucky x reader imagine #ari levinson #ari levinson imagine #fic rec masterlist #my masterlists #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪

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eclipsedrgn · 9 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅

(y/n) befriended the turtles along with her best friend ren. she didn't have anything to offer the family of ninjas, except her friendship and love. and when she realizes she's just pulling them back, she decided to take it to her own hands.

rottmnt!leo x fem!reader

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It wasn't until you notice they started acting differently around you when you had a feeling they're starting to pull apart. All four turtles, each in their own unique way, rejected you. Either hanging out, or eating out to even going on patrol together. You didn't exactly offer a lot on the table if you were being honest. You were just the lucky girl who they rescued, and somehow became part of this mischivious family.

Mikey became your closest friend, you two were too much a like whether it was being completely naive to the world to being the most childish person of the group. The two of you never felt judged by one another.

Donnie, embarrissingly, became your buddy when it came to doing your homework. You did all the work of course, you hated cheating but Donnie was the one looking over your shoulder half of the time telling you from right and wrong.

Raph was coincidentally your therapist, although you mostly smile around the turtles, Raph knew the signs of depression and anxiety, most importantly anger. He saw how much anger you hold within yourself that he took upon himself to help you.

Leonardo...

To you, in your eyes, he was everything. He was the perfect turtle for you and could not stop yourself for falling in love with him. He was your everything, you were willing to even make yourself unhappy just to get his attention...

But you knew with the way he looks at Karai, it wouldn't happen.

You guess it was probably the way you let yourself loose. You ate too much pizza with Mikey, you barely exercise, or maybe how you just chilled on the couch for the longest time. The turtles noticed.

But they did not care.

And that's how you ended up in this situation, hiding behind the walls of the kitchen eavesdropping the turtle's conversation about you. Worst of all, your best friend Ren just sat there listening to them, though you didn't see her face, she was devastated that the turtles thought of you this way.

"Come on Leo, are we seriously letting this girl stay with us?" Raphael states with an annoyed tone. "She has done nothing but sit here with her thumbs up her nose"

Was all the times you come to Raph about your problems fake? Did you complain too much?

"We can't just kick her out Raph-" Donatello started but was interrupted.

"We can and we will. She eats all the food, she plays all the games while we're up there risking our lives" Raph complains.

"Dude... she's my best friend" Mikey muttered, nobody heard.

"She doesn't bring anything to the table! April does the news, Casey's a police officer- hell even Ren brings us notices about the Foot. (Y/N) does nothing" Raph says.

You are nothing.

A burden.

Leo shook his head, the warm feeling at the thought of you turned guilt, anger, confused. He knew his brothers were right. You didn't bring much to the table. But how can he kick out the only person who brought joy and compassion, no matter what the atmosphere of the lair is.

You clench both of your fists as tears stream down your face, you covered your mouth with both hands as another sob was coming. Leo barely stood up for you, Donnie barely stood up for you and Mikey... all he did was sat in silence. You wiped your face with your hands, getting rid of signs you were crying and came out of the kitchen with a smile on your face.

"Hey guys, I'm headed out for some pizza. Want anything?" you asked.

"J-Just some Hawaiian dudette" Mikey says with an unsure look on his face.

You smiled, "Sure Mikestar, I'll be back in a few"

"At least she brings us food" you hear Raphael scoff as you walk further from the lair.

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You barely looked where you were headed, you were just walking aimlessly for the past 20 minutes since you left. The depression was getting worst, your anxiety is off the roof and the fact the only people who truly liked you has been faking all this time...

You sighed as you yelp when you bumped into something... soft? You opened your (e/c) eyes seeing the father of the four turtles. You forgot Splinter likes to take walks around the sewer twice a day, curing boredom he said when you asked him once.

"My child, were you crying?" Splinter asks.

You sniffled and shook your head, "Allergies, Sensei"

"I can tell in your eyes you are lying. Tell me, what's going on?"

And so you did.

You snitched.

You told him how the turtles hurt you. How they didn't know you've listened to their cruel words.

The look on Splinter's eyes slowly dimmed, his sons, were not nice towards you?

"I'm gonna leave" you decided, Splinter looks up surprised you even claimed such decision. "I can't spend the rest of my life being a burden to everyone. I need a change of pace, I need to leave New York City"

Splinter sighs, "I cannot change your mind. But I do have an offer for you. My Master Yoshi has a friend in Japan called the Ancient One, fly there and tell him Splinter sent you. Tell him your desire to change, he will help you"

Your eyes became misty as tears started to gather, you hugged Splinter tightly and then came up with a plan. The turtles need to know how much you've been hurting, you became a little bit of a bad person.

That night you came back home, calling your tech friend to fake a news, hacking into the lair's tech and played the news.

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"We interrupt this program for some breaking news."

Leo paused sharpening his katana as the news blared on, Raph paused his benching, Donnie came out of his lab and Mikey stared blankly at the TV.

"(Y/N) (L/n) was found dead in her apartment at 21:34, her cause of death is currently unknown."

"No" Leo gasps his eyes widening, the brothers followed, Mikey gagged sprinting towards the bathroom. Leo watches at the apartment building you once live in, burst into flames, the firefighters rushing to put it out.

"Firefighters rush to stop the fire but it is all too late. The body was found with burned beyond recognition and the police have ordered an autopsy... Stay tune for further news"

"She never came back" Mikey croaked, leaning against the door frame. "She went out for pizza and never came back"

"S-She must've went to get more money, went home and then boom" Donnie says rushing towards his computers for answers.

Leo slammed his katana against the ground he was sitting on so hard, it broke into two pieces. He stood facing his hotheaded brother with a menacing look in his eyes.

"Are you happy now?" Leo sharply asked. "You asked for her gone right! You told us, to kick her out right! Well here you go Raphael. She's gone. For good"

"I-I never meant-"

"You knew she was depressed, you knew she fighting on... Raph, you have no idea!" Leo yells.

"BOYS!" the four flinch at their father's tone.

Splinter...

What're they going to tell him?

"What is going on here?" Splinter demands.

"(Y/N)'s dead" Mikey says voice cracking as the tears finally streamed down his face. "She's dead and its all our fault"

"Mikey..." Donnie says comforting his baby brother. "We should've helped sensei... but we... we didn't"

"5 times" Leo says confusing the others. "I saved her 5 times and this time, I couldn't"

"Leonardo..." Splinter sadly said.

Leo shook his head and walked away, the others slowly went their own way to grieve.

Splinter stood there with one though, he hopes you know what you need to do.

#bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt 2018 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #crossover

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twst-trash · 2 years

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𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 ☽

Summary: When you arrive back into his life- a ghost from Leona’s past come back to haunt him- he realizes that he’ll do everything and anything to make sure he never loses you again. A commissioned piece that’s probably one of the best fics that I’ve written this year.

cw: fem!reader x yandere-ish!Leona DARK CONTENT, 18+ SMUT, tw: noncon Jackal!reader is Leona’s childhood best friend who was murdered by the rivaling kingdom from my green-eyed fic (but is otherwise unconnected to that story). Unhappy/ambiguous ending.

wc: 4.8k

The Savanaclaw Dorm is far too much like his own kingdom, Leona thinks. The way the sun beats down on his neck as he curls up for a nap and the ever-present sheen of sweat that coats his body would probably be comforting to someone like Farena.

He would relish in the small reminders of the home that would welcome him with open arms, as if he were the King of Beasts himself- a god amongst mortals. Leona thinks he might’ve envied his brother once, in the Peacetime, when the Sunset Savanna needed not for armed soldiers at every border.

His kingdom was on the precipice of war and he was stuck in school playing make-believe king to a dorm full of neanderthals.

Leona thinks that they’ve sent him away on purpose. The Kingdom loathed their Second Prince- feared for his magic and hated for his cold attitude. The Sunset Savanna wanted to handle things peacefully. Fools. Leona wanted war and bloodshed and burning bodies. It’s all he’s ever wanted after what they had done to you.

“Leona.” It’s Ruggie’s voice that pulls him out of his stupor. “It’s the entrance ceremony. You’re the dorm leader, you need to attend.”

“Fuck off.”

Ruggie sighs and, instead of listing more simple truths and trying to win Leona over with reason, shoves Leona’s sleeping form. The older beastman sleeps like a rock and moves like one, too. It’s only when Ruggie tugs at his tail that he shoots up from sleep with a growl.

“Sorry Leona, you know today’s important.” Ruggie says with a smile that’s only partly apologetic. “You have the whole rest of the school year to sleep in.”

His ceremonial robes are already laid out on his desk thanks to Ruggie, pressed and ironed to appear professional. Leona begrudgingly gets up from his bed and moves over to the desk, already dreading having to sit through his fourth entrance ceremony. Crowley’s flair for the dramatics always extends the ceremony for far too long, but Leona would be content with sleeping through the whole thing if the dorm leader chairs weren’t so uncomfortable.

“Get ready.” Ruggie commands as he turns to leave the room. “I mean it.”

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He’s almost not paying attention when you break out of the coffin. It’s only when the hall breaks out into a collective gasp and blue flames appear from the mouth of the coffin that he even looks down, an eyebrow cocked in interest.

Riddle stiffens by Leona’s side, clearly disgusted at the sight. “Whoever’s in there ruining the ceremony should have their head taken.”

A few seats over on his opposite side, Kalim leans into the scene, eyes sparkling as he surveys the situation. “I-is that a talking raccoon? With a girl?”

As the smoke dies down, the situation becomes clearer. Kalim’s right- the talking raccoon responsible for the fire is yelling some nonsense about being the greatest mage in the world while a girl stands right behind him in shock. Leona’s eyes barely pass over the female intruder before his whole body freezes. He recognizes you.

There’s no mistaking it. It’s the same figure that’s been haunting his dreams for the past four years: the same fluffy ears and tail, the same innocent eyes, the same fists clenched by your side when you’re nervous. It has to be you.

Leona runs. He breaks out into a full sprint as he runs down the aisles, his body taking him before his brain could even fully process what was happening. He has to touch you. He needs to know that you’re real.

It's pure instinct that has his arms wrapping tightly around you, squeezing all the air out of your lungs. Leona could sink into you, so grateful that you aren’t just an apparition or some sick grief-filled hallucination. Your heartbeat against his chest proves that you're real- that you’re alive. Your familiar scent fills his head and makes his thoughts fuzzy. God, he’s missed you. And for a split second, he thinks you’re leaning into his embrace, sinking back into him-

“Get off of me!” You shriek, tiny fists pounding against his chest. He’s startled, enough to let you go even when his body is screaming at him to keep holding on. Leona takes a few steps back from you, allowing you to regain some composure.

The Mirror Chamber erupts with whispers and Leona feels hundreds of eyes boring holes into his back. He couldn’t care less about the other students; he’s waiting for your response, for you to acknowledge him somehow, but all you do is stare blankly at him in confusion- as if he were a stranger. As if the two of you hadn’t spent a lifetime together in the Sunset Savanna.

He can tell you’re panicking in the way you clench and unclench your fists, the same way you used to when you were young. He remembers taking your hand in his, squeezing back to calm your nerves.

“I-I can’t remember where I came from, but it sure as hell isn’t here.” Your eyes flicker between the raccoon, Dire Crowley, and Leona. Your whole body is tense, ears flattened back against your head as you cast your eyes around the hall. “I need to get out of here.”

“Wait! Hold on just a minute.” Dire Crowley exclaims, grabbing your arm. Leona just barely restrains himself from growling at the headmaster for touching you. “I’m sure this is just a terrible case of teleportation fatigue.”

“Teleportation fatigue?” The foreign words tumble over your tongue slowly as you watch the feathered man nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, now you’re getting it!” He smiles, facing you toward the giant mirror in the middle of the room. “You’ve been chosen for your magical prowess to attend Night Raven College- though, I’m not quite sure when the last time a woman was chosen for our school… in any case, you must be sorted into a dorm posthaste!”

“Hey, whaddabout me!? I came here too, y’know!” The raccoon yells, though Crowley chooses to ignore it.

“We’ve already wasted so much time,” Crowley laments, shooting a look toward Leona from over his shoulder. “Kingscholar! Back to your seat, please. As eager as I know you are to leave, we still have a few more students to sort.”

“I-“ Leona begins, but your indifferent stare in his direction is like a stream of cold water along his spine. Without saying another word, he sulks back to the other dorm leaders.

“Innovative way to desecrate the good name of Night Raven College this time, Kingscholar.” Vil whispers haughtily, eyes rolling as he watches the beastman settle back into his seat. “Usually just your snoring does the trick.”

“Do you know her, Leona?” Kalim asks, tilting his head. “I didn’t know you had any friends!”

The tan boy claps a hand over his own mouth as he realizes what he just said. Usually the goading by Vil and innocuous remarks by Kalim would have him fuming, baring his teeth and raring up for a fight, but Leona is too shell-shocked to say anything else.

“I sense no magical power from this one. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless.” The mirror booms toward you, and the hall is filled with hushed voices once more.

That can’t be right. Leona casts his eyes toward you- the person he thought you were- but that person had magic, and the Mirror of Darkness is never wrong. Still, your appearance and smell and mannerisms couldn’t just be a coincidence. He leaves the hall, and no one stops him.

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Night Raven College is strange, you decide. After a few months of attending classes, corralling Grim and chatting with Ace and Deuce during lunch, you find yourself settling into a routine. Crowley had promised that he would try to find a way to restore your memories and send you home, but as the weeks waned on without update, you slowly resigned yourself to your new, strange life.

The lion boy who had suddenly embraced you during the entrance ceremony made himself scarce around you. You’re not sure what his deal is (you’re also not sure why you found his touch so comforting, like a warm blanket- like coming home) but you sure hadn’t seen him around very often.

“Riddle told me about him,” Ace offers when you mention the incident again. “He’s never in class and was held back last year. Apparently he never shows up to dorm leader meetings which drives Riddle a little-“

He circles his finger near his forehead and whistles. “- you know.”

Deuce sips from his juice box wistfully. “I didn’t even know what was going on when he ran down those aisles. I thought he might eat you or something.”

You laugh as a means to drop the subject, but something about the situation still bothers you. You doubt that Leona was as cold and cruel as the rumors make him out to be. The way he held you in his arms, tightly, like a child and their favorite stuffed toy, was all you needed to convince yourself that there was some good in the elusive carnivore.

You’re sitting alone in the courtyard trying to get some studying done when you meet him again. The first thing you notice is his shadow looming over you, blocking out the sun. When you lift your head, you see him there, standing above you with a sealed container of food in his hands.

“Eat.” The lion boy commands, shoving the container toward you. You almost want to refuse his gift, but your stomach answers for you in a loud rumble. You take the container, donned with a pair of chopsticks held neatly to the top with a rubber band.

“But why-“

“You’re never eatin’ during lunch. Crowley not payin’ you enough to keep yourself fed?” Leona states plainly, sitting next to you on the lawn. He keeps his distance, propping his head up, his elbow resting on his knee as he watches you cautiously shake the container.

“Barely.” You answer, honestly. “Thank you, though.”

“I’m sorry for my- for that hug from before. Thought you were someone else. You kinda look like them.” And smell like them, Leona thinks. And act like them and talk like them and-

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me here.” You laugh, tail wagging happily as you open the bento. It’s some kind of meaty curry from the cafeteria, one of the higher priced items from the buffet line that you couldn’t normally afford. You had been living off of tuna cans and 5 thaumark cheese sandwiches for so long bc that it feels like forever since your last hot meal. The smell alone makes your mouth water.

Leona watches, amused, as you scarf down the lunch he had packed for you. The way you eat reminds him of his mother scolding the two of you for being messy eaters as kids, always commanding that the two of you shut your mouths when you chew.

“This might be my favorite meal ever.” You practically moan through mouthfuls of curry.

No, Leona wants to say. It’s not. I know what your favorite meal is. Instead, he shrugs. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Really, thank you.” You say earnestly, a dollop of sauce staining the side of your mouth as you speak. Leona reaches over and rubs it away with his thumb.

“Don’t mention it.”

Leona is never too far, after that. Whether he’s trailing after you with Ruggie in the cafeteria, making sure you’re eating substantial meals, or napping near your usual study spot in the botanical gardens, he’s always looking out for you. Whenever Leona is around, the same uncanny feeling from the entrance ceremony stirs in your heart: the soft familiarity and desire for something you still can’t name.

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It’s hard to get a full night's sleep at NRC. It’s been that way since the beginning, when you’d stay up all night staring at the ceiling with this strange creature by your side, kept up equally by your own thoughts and his snoring. These days you were more used to Grim’s nighttime wheezing, but your dreams were growing in intensity, leaving you feeling less rested than when you had laid down to sleep in the first place.

In some of them, you’re swimming in a watering hole. Though the water is shallow, it still comes up to your navel. You must be about six or seven- it feels like that in your dreams, anyway. The hot sun stings at your skin, only finding reprieve by submerging your whole body into the water. You’re helped up by the same pair of tiny hands, the owner of which must be around the same age as you, always startled awake before breaching the water and seeing the face of the person helping you up.

In others, you’re older. It feels like you must be eighteen, running from your own home and into the comfort of another. A pair of strong arms holds you as you cry, the same hands that had pulled you from the watering hole- older now, larger and calloused- cupping your cheek. In this person’s embrace, you feel safe. Their voice is gruff as you exchange tragedies. You’re both out of place in your own homes. The only place that’s certain is in each other’s arms.

Not all your dreams are pleasant, however. A separate pair of hands often make a recurring appearance. Hands that are far too rough, that pull you and tug you and hold you underneath the water. You can feel the pressure building up in your head, lungs threatening to explode, the sensation often so realistic that you jolt from bed. Those nights you breathe extra deep to make sure you still can.

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Leona can see glimpses of your past creep up even when you can’t. It’s so obvious to him in the way that you talk, in the way that you hold yourself, and especially in the ways that you fidget that you must be the person he thinks you are- the person he knows that you are. He’s taken to watching you even when you don’t know that he’s there. He’s still searching, looking for more evidence to assure himself that he’s not crazy.

“You have anywhere to be for spring break?”

“No.” You admit. “I spent winter break here babysitting Grim and feeding logs to faeries.”

“Wanna come back with me?” Leona asks, eyes cast toward the floor. “The palace has more than enough room for a guest.”

It’s selfish of him to bring you back home when the nation’s safety is still uncertain, but he needs to be validated. You would have to remember if he brought you home. And if you didn’t? He could easily send you back to NRC. Then he could stop letting you consume his thoughts and finally put his best friend to rest in his mind.

The way your eyes shine as you say yes makes his heart clench. It has to be you.

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The Hall of Mirrors takes you directly to Leona’s room. He sets his suitcase down on the bed as you walk around the room, taking stock of your surroundings. Your hand touches the cold stone of his bedroom wall and the same sense of familiarity washes over you. You think of the hands in your dreams and glance over at Leona. He’s already sprawled out on his bed, arms tucked underneath his head as he stares out of his large window. You take a few experimental steps forward and look out as well. The entire Sunset Savanna is visible from his room, and even in the dead of night, the sight is beautiful. You feel a pang in your chest as you survey the area, something akin to nostalgia stirring in your stomach.

You nearly freeze when you see it. The watering hole from your dreams is only a few miles away, clearly visible as the moon casts its reflection on the surface of the water.

Suddenly, Leona sits up and grabs your face. He’s looking into your eyes, searching for something before the next words fall from his lips. Your name.

You hadn’t even remembered your own name when you arrived at Night Raven College- your classmates had taken to calling you Prefect (or Shrimpy or Potato, depending on who you were asking). You had practically forgotten you had a name in the first place. But Leona says it confidently, as if he had said thousands of times before- as if he were telling you instead of calling you.

“How did you-“ You tilt your head into his touch, your brain picking up the pieces like a puzzle that had been thrown onto the floor. His hands feel like they were made to rest upon your cheek. His hands. “Leona, how did you-“

“Do you remember yet?” He mutters, eyes still looking intensely into yours. “I know you’re in there, dummy. I’ve known since the moment I saw you.”

You turn your head and look out of the window again, toward the watering hole. Things are coming back to you fast- loud and fast and overwhelming. You pry yourself out of Leona’s grip and close your eyes, clenching your fists to your side.

“We all thought you were dead.” Leona says, his voice hiding some well-kept emotion. “When Taiga took you I wanted to kill him myself. I knew you would rather die than marry that bastard.”

Taiga. It feels like the final missing piece was slotted back into place with just that name. His face appears in your memories, fuzzily, as if watching him through TV static. He thought he could come into the Sunset Savanna and court you, take you to his own kingdom and make you his queen- but you resisted. Each and every time you told him no. Up until the end, when he held you below the surface of the water, you resisted. You couldn’t marry him. Your heart belonged to someone else- your heart belonged to-

“Leona.” You open your eyes again, watching him, voice barely a whisper. “He killed me.”

Leona’s jaw clenches, his body rigid as he digests your words. Anger flows through his veins like magma under the surface of his skin, his breath stuttering as he stands from the bed.

“We’ve been holding off this war for the past four years.” He snarls with a barely concealed rage. “We’ve been putting off this war because we didn’t know what he did to you. He said you had come willingly and then changed your mind. He said you ran away.”

He curses and slams his hand against the stone wall. Your eyes widen as you watch blood trickle down his fist and through the craggily mortar between the bricks. “Farena said he couldn’t do anything. He said that without proof he couldn’t accuse the Hon kingdom of kidnapping you or killing you- that we would have to settle things diplomatically.”

He’s beside the bed again, reaching out for your hand. He squeezes it, looking to make sure you understood the seriousness of the situation. The blood runs down your fingers, too.

“But you’re back. And now you can tell Farena what he did.” Leona’s expression turns dark, bloodlust seeping from behind his blown out pupils. “And we can make that fucking bastard and his whole fuckin’ country pay.”

“No!” You exclaim, trying to take back your hand, but Leona has you firmly in place. “Leona- I don’t want war. I don’t want vengeance. Isn’t it enough that I’m back?”

Leona lets out a dark chuckle. He shakes his head, still laughing at your words as he leans closer into you. “He took your life. For four years you’ve been all I can see whenever I close my eyes. And whenever I open them, I have to hear my brother tell me that we can’t serve Taiga’s head on a fuckin’ platter for what he did to you. That we would need to wait or settle things peacefully. He fuckin’ took my life that day, too.”

Leona reaches for something in his bedside table, and before you can process what’s happening, he’s handcuffed one of your wrists to his bedpost.

“Leona, stop! What are you doing?” You yell in protest, trying to fight back by flailing your free arm and legs. He pins you down, putting his whole weight on you and making it impossible to move.

“They took you away from me, and I’m never letting you go again.” He growls, watching your helpless body trapped underneath him. You can feel him grow hard against your thigh, pressing himself impossibly close to you. “You’re going to tell Farena exactly what happened. You have to. I’m not gonna let that slimy bitch get away with this.”

“Leona, stop!” You cry, but you’re silenced by his lips pushed forcefully against yours. This should feel good, you think. You’ve always wanted him to kiss you- have dreamt about it since you were practically a pup- but not like this. You turn your head away, tearing your lips from his. “I- I don’t want this!”

“Let me make you mine.” Leona pleads, bringing you to look at him once more. “I just- I need this. I’ve needed this for so long.”

“Leona-“

Before you can protest further, his hands are already unbuttoning your shirt and undoing your bra, exposing your body to the cool nighttime air. He presses a kiss against your sternum before licking up the expanse of your flesh and latching on to one of your nipples. You gasp despite yourself. Your body and mind act against each other, one so desperately wanting to lean in and submit while the other is screaming at you to stop while you still could.

When he pulls away from your chest, your skirt is next. He fervently unzips the offending fabric and casts it to the floor, leaving you clad in only your panties. Leona leans back and looks at your body, a softness present in his eyes that makes you think that you might be able to reason with him again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, capturing your lips once more. His hand slides underneath the hem of your panties, toying with your clit. You moan into his mouth, unable to stop the way your hips buck into his hand.

“So fucking wet for me.”

Your face heats in shame because it’s true- you’re painfully aroused by Leona touching you in all of the right places. You feel his fingers run up and down the entrance of your pussy, body aching for more. He grants your wish, sinking his middle and ring finger deep inside of you.

“Leona, sto-“ Your sentence is cut off by a moan as his fingers curl up into you, hitting the sensitive spongy roof inside and clouding your thoughts. His thumb toys with your clit, edging you closer and closer to orgasm.

Before you hit your peak, Leona pulls his fingers out. You blush as you watch him suck the digits clean. Your reaction satisfies him, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He groans, unbuckling his own belt and discarding his pants and underwear in one fluid action. “Want you to cum on my cock, princess.”

He turns you around and presses the side of your face into the pillow, propping your ass up and spreading your legs. The arm attached to the bed frame aches from your new position, but your attention is quickly directed to the head of his cock teasing your folds. He enters you, slowly, inch by inch as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate him. Your pussy quickly accepts him, as if you were made for taking his cock.

“Tell me you love me.” Leona whispers into your ear once he’s fully nestled inside of you.

When you’re silent, he squeezes your cheeks, pulling your head up so that you’re sitting on your knees, back flush against his chest. “Say it- that you love me.”

“I- I wuv youh.” You manage, words coming out sloppily as he squishes your mouth shut. It’s truer than it should be given his actions, but you can’t help but remember the boy you grew up with. The one who was always by your side, who held you when you cried when no one else did.

“I’ve wanted to be with you forever. Our whole lives.” Leona admits softly, freeing you from his grasp. You fall against the pillows as his hands move to steady themselves on your hips. Leona’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, like making love.

You can’t help but imagine a different life where you had done this right. You could imagine your first kiss with Leona, sneaking out of your houses and pressing your lips together underneath the moon by the watering hole. Your first time in each other's embrace would be magical, made of the stuff fairy tales were written about. You’d have children and raise them in the same palace that Leona grew up in. You could tell them about your summers spent together by the water- about how you grew up together and fell in love. It would be pure and perfect.

“I wanted that, too.”

Your tears are silent as they fall onto the pillow, too overwhelmed by everything for your body to properly react. Instead, you give in to the pleasure Leona gives you. You whimper when his pace picks up, hips sloppily smacking together, the lewd sound echoing in his room.

His fingers are on your clit once more and you moan wantonly, clenching around his cock as you feel yourself pushed to the edge.

“Cum for me, princess.” He whispers, a hot kiss pressed to your neck. He bites down as a means to mark you- there would be no mistaking that you belonged to someone now. You belonged to him. “Cream all over my cock like you’ve always wanted to.”

You feel the shocks of your orgasm flood your body at his words, wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming your senses, as if you were drowning in it.

His hips stall, a gruff moan falling from his lips, spilling his seed deep inside of you. He buries his nose into your neck, rubbing against the bruise he left there as a form of comfort. Leona pulls out slowly and you can feel his cum start to dribble down your thighs. He kisses the nape of your neck before stroking his hands behind your ears and through your hair, soothing you as you come down from your high. He turns you around so that you’re comfortable again before dressing you, carefully making sure that the NRC uniform you arrived in isn’t torn, before securing your free wrist to the other side of the bedpost.

He leaves your side, dressing himself in a hurry. “I’m letting Farena know you’re here. We have to let him know what Taiga did.”

“Leona, please.” You plead, hoarsely. Your restraints hold you down even as you try to move. “I don’t want a war. I just want to be with you.”

For a moment it looks like Leona could consider it. The two of you could start over, live a life far away from both the Sunset Savanna and the Hon Kingdom. Leona never truly felt like he had a place in his own kingdom, anyway. This could still be perfect. This could still be saved.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers at last. “Taiga can’t go unpunished. This is bigger than the both of us.”

And then he’s gone. The door shuts loudly, leaving you alone on his bed.

Hot tears flow down your face as you tug, one last tired time, at your restraints. The cold metal digs into the skin of your wrists and rubs them raw. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the handcuffs to disappear. You need to leave- now. Something stirs in you, something that had lain dormant in your body since you had arrived at NRC, and when you open your eyes again, the handcuffs are gone. Without time to question it, you quickly climb out of Leona’s window, ungracefully landing onto the wet ground below. There’s no time to dust yourself off.

You run. You’re not sure where your feet are taking you, just that you need to be away from the palace. You run as far as your adrenaline could take you, unsurprised where you end up. The watering hole.

You splash the cold water in your face, a vain attempt to calm yourself down. You don’t know where to go. You can’t return to NRC and the previous comfort of Leona’s home was now the one place you couldn’t return. You’re on the brink of crying again, trying to control your heaving chest as you catch your breath, when you hear a voice from behind you.

“Well, well.”

The words send a chill down your spine, all of the muscles in your body tensing as you stare at the face reflected in the water.

No.

“Look what the cat dragged home.”

#leona x reader #leona x reader smut #leona kingscholar smut #yandere twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #tw: noncon

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 5]

Forever obsessed with the way ecaflips can drink both using their tongue and just chugging liquids. Did he do this because he's nervous? Is he feeling cute? Am I insane?

One may say "Kerubim didn't tell anything was amiss to Joris because he didn't know it would be Julith", but tbh, the Ebony Dofus being stolen puts Joris in danger simply by the virtue of their connection, and Kerubim himself knows that.

He should have thought this through better. However, as we have established in the last 32498234 posts, he is stupid.

(I like to think that he went here really hoping that Bakara would say "some random rogues left with the ebony dofus LOL XD. Anyway yeah I still don't want Joris to know anything about his family or talk to me, godspeed on lying to him more, epic <3")

So real.

Something I didn't comment on is that Bakara is quite cold during this exchange: personally, she has no stake here. Unlike Kerubim, it's not like someone she loves might die or get hurt, — 10 years too late to care about that.

I think she is just quietly simmering with rage and trying not to kill half the patrons at this beautiful bar full of delicious alcohol.

I think Bakara is both worried that Kerubim told Joris nothing (meaning that the boy is in danger without knowing it (HE IS)) and that Kerubim might have told him something (which would mean that she would have to interact with him. They did have an agreement for a reason, after all...)

I think it's cool if she has conflicting priorities like that, though I know that the canonical reason behind that line is probably the first one.

Either way, this level of danger is enough for Kerubim to call off their agreement immediately.

Kerubim has 200000 different reasons to be deathly depressed about having to tell Joris about his family, but some of them are:

He beat his mother to near death and assumed she was dead for 10 years.

Joris's biological father is cooler than him, and he will lose the cool dad Olympics.

He doesn't want Joris to be saddled with this bullshit.

Joris will learn that all this time he had an aunt who wanted nothing to do with him because, to her, he is a spawn of her brother's murderer.

His mother is called "The Butcher of Brakmar"

His father is famous and illustrious and legendary.

Joris will be unhappy about being lied to for the past 10 years, including now, in a city that has a huge ass memorial to Jahash.

No matter how hard he gives, it seems like all Kerubim does is take. I think that's a pretty hard thing to realize about one's own parent.

Like for the past 10 years all he does is give, give, give, to a guy who cares sooooo much that once he almost left him without fingers by slamming a chest shut while Joris was holding it. The guy who was still treating and touching him like an infant when he was 7 years old.

That's when the darkness began, followers. He HATES Kerubim for this.

And I mean this unironically! When you're mad at someone you love, it can turn into a big case of "that bitch eating crackers syndome", where you remember every single slightly annoying thing they've ever done, — and it all suddenly seems like Proof of Irredeemable Evil on their part.

And it is kinda complicated because Joris does have a right to feel that way about Kerubim. In microcosm, most of the things he's done are pretty simple, — but it's 10 years of nothing but these small little fuck-ups with major fuck-ups in-between.

Some may say "noo" to this but, personally, I think Joris is based. He's growing a backbone.

I think it's likely that Indie was a stricter parent than Kerubim, and due to their similarities, she assumes that Kerubim will punish Joris. (Make him stand in a corner? Make him eat veggies? Make him shower? Who even knows.)

Jokes on her, Joris has likely not seen a single disciplinary action in his entire life, baybee.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #kerubim crepin #bakara jurgen #joris jurgen

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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Hi I'm new here and I loved your writing, I really liked the stork, can I ask the boys' reaction to a very innocent S/what is an only child with an overprotective father? she's the only thing left of the mother so the father kind of prevents her from approaching the opposite sex and tries to preserve her innocence, it would be funny to see the dorm leaders (Jamil in Kalim's place, please) meet with her future father-in-law.

Yes flashbacks to those overprotective brother headcanons we wrote...

Also were changing the limit to the people we write so Jamil and the others will be on the second part.

Anyway overprotective brother/father supremacy.

Warnings: some spoilers, fem reader as per request of ask but I kept using You/your, bonus scenario

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This scenario could actually go in two ways. The first is if s/o and her father both arrive in NRC and both got dragged with the students shenanigans all the while s/o's father thwarting away any suiters. The second is where s/o's father got transported in NRC quite later where s/o already has a significant other, what would s/o's father do exactly?

-Your father was already unhappy that you were both transported to NRC, but being dragged with the shenanigans of the school? He's going to have blood pressure!

-He was already suffering at the fact that you were friends with the Adeuce duo, always managing to get you into trouble.

-And with Riddle's oberblot? He had a heart attack!as what your father would put it but that was him being overly dramatic

-He dislikes Riddle's anger issues, which is why he vowed to himself to get you away from Riddle(but ofc that didn't work)

-And when your father heard Riddle caught feelings for you? And you also took an interest with Riddle? Boy he got another mini heart attack! He can't leave his precious child with the crimson tyrant now could he?

-Riddle knows how your father dislikes him due to his anger issues and obsession with rules, which is why he tried to tone it down a notch to gain your father's approval.

-If your father got transported later and you managed to have Riddle as your boyfriend then:

*sobs* "I can't believe I was too late to stop my darling daughter from keeping her innocence 🤧 "

-Your father is reluctant at first on getting along with your boyfriend, especially when he heard what transpired within Heartslabyul.

-Riddle invited your father to a private tea party to get along with each other, however your father turned it into an interrogation on Riddle.(Riddle was sobbing in the corner later telling Trey and Carter how he will not get your father's blessing to court you)

-Trey and Cater worried for their friend's well being helped him by either talking to your father about how "Riddle has change for the sake of your daughter."

-Many private tea parties later, they eventually got along making you quite happy.

-Your father saw how capable Riddle is on being a leader despite his flaws thus he allowed Riddle to court you.

-You three would have tea parties together ^^

-your father was still overprotective of you though, he warned him not to do anything to his dear daughter or he'll face his wrath.

Hmm... If you can tone down your anger issues then I'll happily give you my blessings.

Yes I've been working on that, and I believe I managed to hold in my 'anger issues' now.

Is that right? Alright then Shorty.

I am not short-

Yeah no you've got a long way to go child.

-Your father didn't like him one bit, he keeps overthinking that Leona would eat you one day because of his nickname for you.

-Your father didn't like the fact that Leona was willing to harm people just for the sake of winning a game against Malleus.

-He also dislikes how lazy Leona is, as for Leona he Hates you father's constant nagging, it always messes up his afternoon nap!

-Leona would send Ruggie to distract your father so you can spend time with him^^

-However it back fired when your father managed to bribe Ruggie with food.

-Your father will probably provoke Leona to show his bad side, which doesn't work.

-You'll see a one sided bickering between them.

-It probably takes a while for these two to get along with eachother.

-Your father is still skeptical about Leona

-Your father likes how Leona respects women though, that's what made your father try to get along with Leona. Respect women Juice

- Occasionally Leona and your father would play chess together and the loser would have to follow what the winner says

-Your father was impressed with Azul being a business man

-however he greatly despises his manipulative personality, as well as how he scams people with his contracts. your father was fuming at him when you willingly accepted his deal in hopes to save your friends

-When Azul caught feelings feelings for you, he tried to win your father on permission to court you at first.

-But no matter what he does it seems like your father did not want you to get close with him.

-Which is why the two of you secretly hang out, since your curious on how he managed to became a successful owner of monstero lounge

-When your father discovered you two hanging out secretly, he merely sighed your father understands why you'd keep your hangout a secret because he was overprotective worried about you but he glared at Azul though

"Fine I'll allow you to court my daughter, if you hurt her I swear-"

"Oh? And what about a marriage contract?"

"Then I'm having an octopus dinner🙂"

"hahaha..."

-If your father got transported later to where both you and Azul are dating- oh he's a business man you say? Wait. What do you mean he has two scary gaurds? And- And he tried to scam his daughter!?

-Big no no for your father. He tried to do what ever it takes to make you stay away from him.

-Azul knew what your father was planning, that's why he tried to make a contract with him that he promises to take care of you (plus a discount in montro lounge) in exchange all he needs is to allow him to court yo- oh, your father ripped the contract

-Thus Azul sent the leech twins to distract your father convince your father that Azul is a changed man.

-So Azul and your father were forced to get along with each other, and they always bicker.

-In your perspective it's quite funny to see the two of them bicker

-Every time your Azul got his ways with hanging out with you, he'd eat an octopus dish in front of him!(Where he got it? You don't even know)

-However like Riddle they slowly got along but their bickering is still there

-In conclusion your father radiates a passive aggressive aura around Azul but other than that they get along and talk about buisness.

Bonus:

If you hc that Crewel is a father figure to Yuu then your in luck! They could get along quite nicely!

Keyword on could.

If Crewel see's y/n as their child then your father and Crewel would get a rivalry of who's the better father.(If you also hc Crowley as a father figure and see Yuu as his child as well then shit is about to go down)

One thing is clear though these two three if you count Crowley will not hesitate to work together if it means preserving their dear daughter's innocence.

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #y/n #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts x you #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x you #azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #guinevere writes

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 11 months

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Actually regarding my last Hatoful post I made, I don’t think enough attention is given to the way Sakuya has been completely un-personed by Le Bel. He’s not only “raised in a sheltered and classist environment”, everything he is is a regurgitation. There is not a single thing Sakuya says in early game that isn’t what his “father” told him to - this doesn’t exactly excuse his behaviour towards his classmates, but it is also very concerning. You would expect Sakuya’s arc to be about the pressure and expectation he feels as the next family head, but while it certainly does seem to be a lot of work, he doesn’t really show much indication that it’s gotten to the point that it’s too much to bear. He handles responsibility very well. He’s just. Unhappy. Sakuya runs away from home in freezing cold weather and collapses in the street, all because he deigned to think about loving music. He hadn’t even come around to thinking about actually pursuing it as a career. This alone seems more like Sakuya hit a breaking point than one isolated incident - there is likely a lot more going on behind the scenes that we are not privy to for Sakuya to be that subservient and that terrified of Le Bel. Hiyoko even internally notes that he’s always acting way angrier than he actually is - anger is a reactive emotion, and if he reacts aggressively, he won’t have to think about these things that challenge the worldview Le Bel has indoctrinated him with. He is literally too frightened to challenge Le Bel, even within his own mind.

Similarly, Yuuya takes on a job that restricts him from forming any semblance of a stable identity or from letting the mask fall. Ever. Sakuya deflects with anger and his high-born reputation, and Yuuya deflects with a flirty laid back persona while allowing everyone he meets to believe every rumour they spread about him. And people treat him horribly. He laughs it off with the whole “that’s a little cold” or “bit harsh” but. Like. It hurts him. I don’t think he’s genuinely ever built up a tolerance against that kind of badmouthing, and the sad part is that the worst of it comes from Sakuya, his own little brother who he would and has done everything for. But he won’t ever refute it or defend himself, because it helps him keep his cover at the school, and also probably in part because he feels he deserves it. Yuuya does not like himself, largely due to his constant guilt. He even doubts his competence at times, when his efforts as an agent fail (see early HoliStar). He has no idea what his future will look like. He has no plans for himself. He acts in defence solely on behalf of other people’s happiness and safety and receives the words of the man he hates most spat in his face by the little brother he would do anything to protect. And yet, to him, it will always have been worth it.

It would’ve been so easy to make them polar opposites but I do love how the writing actually shows a number of key similarities between them that pop up in certain situations.

Their correct answers in their routes typically involve standing up to them or telling them off in some way (Sakuya’s bossiness, Yuuya’s flirtation)

Sometimes make rash decisions due to their anger or irritation (I mean. Sakuya. A lot but also. The egg.)

They are both quick to take on responsibility for others in a crisis situation and tend to handle it fairly well for the most part (rip to Sakuya with the giant tank that showed up at his mansion. to be fair Yuuya couldn’t stop it either.)

Kings of not being honest about their true feelings or personality. Like ever. Masks and defence mechanisms up constantly. (Yuuya is at least a little more self-aware; he does genuinely seem to care about justice - while Sakuya, as stated previously, has very little in the way of an identity at all and is not self-aware in the slightest lol)

Anyways I feel insane about the fantail brothers. That is all.

(Art above is by the author Moa btw. You can find it on the wiki!)

#this post brought to you by my sudden recollection of sakuya being more terrified of talking to his father than an assassin sent to kill him #just. makes you think.#also how sad yuuya makes me. like. he’s still a kid man.#I liked him plenty in bbl but oh man. holistar yuuya. ‘this pain is mine you can’t have it’ holistar yuuya. holy fuck.#easily jumped up the ranking as one of my faves #sorry I’m being melodramatic. eh. oh well #hatoful boyfriend #hatoful kareshi #sakuya le bel shirogane #yuuya sakazaki #hatoful analysis #storyrambles #hatoful spoilers

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lulu2992 · 1 year

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I've been wanting to begin writing fanfiction for John Seed and you're such an expert on Far Cry 5 that I wanted to ask what do you think are some important characteristics to include when writing John's character?

I don’t know if I’d dare to call myself “an expert on Far Cry 5”, but thank you for the compliment :D

Before I give you my interpretation and understanding of our beloved Baptist, let’s start with facts and canonical information!

I assume you’ve already played the game, but some things can be missed and are not always included in cutscene complications, such as some of his radio calls (available here) and sermons (here and here). His combat/Arcade lines are here, Hudson’s Confession is here, and there’s also this. As for Joseph’s message at Seed Ranch, it’s here.

Below are three notes written by John:

If you want to know what other characters say about him in Far Cry 5, I wrote a summary here (and the masterpost is here). Or, if you prefer listening to the NPCs’ comments yourself, you can find them here and here. Not everything they say is objective, of course, but it’s still interesting!

And they were probably cut for good reasons, but if you’re interested, his deleted lines are here.

Then, you may know about it already, but there’s The Book of Joseph, an official book about the Seeds and Eden’s Gate’s backstory. You can read it online.

There’s also a video about John on the IGN YouTube channel in which two of Far Cry 5’s main writers, Dan Hay and Jean-Sébastien Décant, talk about him. And in an interview, the third main writer, Drew Holmes, said the following:

John Seed, who is the youngest, sort of wants to be recognized by his older brothers as having value. But he continually screws up, so Joseph chides him saying he’s not doing the things he’s supposed to do.

I think that the fact he wants to impress his brothers (mostly Joseph) is a crucial thing to keep in mind when it comes to John, who he is, what he does, and why he does it.

Now, here’s how I view him, understand his role in the cult, and what I’ve decided to accept as true regarding his personality, backstory, and methods (because the lore is somewhat inconsistent):

John appears confident, almost arrogant, and likes to act tough, but his ego is actually pretty fragile. His opinion of himself greatly depends on what Joseph thinks of him. If he believes the Father is unhappy with him, he will work harder, even if it means sacrificing his own well-being, because he’s relentless and probably a workaholic. It seems to me that he’s a bit jealous of Faith because she’s Joseph’s favorite “child”. Not much is known about his relationship with Jacob, but the oldest Seed sibling is apparently protective of his two brothers.

John is very emotional but also emotionally immature, and this is probably due to his traumatic and abusive upbringing. He was a kind and happy little boy, but his father’s violence and his adoptive parents’ torture changed him… As a young adult, he suffered from various addictions and, even though he was a very social and successful man, hated everyone and everything, including himself. He apparently still has trouble identifying love and understanding how it works because he’s never really experienced it when he was a child (except with his brothers). The void in his heart isn’t as big as it used to be, but I still don’t think it’s filled.

He doesn’t react well to frustration at all and can easily lose his temper if things don’t go his way. I would describe him as a perfectionist. When the Deputy arrives, ruins his hard work, and indirectly humiliates him, he becomes determined to make them Atone so they can be saved and Joseph can be proud of him. I would even say he becomes obsessed with them.

He’s a lawyer, but in the Project, he’s known as the Baptist (or “The Inquisitor” before the release of the game). He Marks people he thinks are worthy of joining the cult and sends them a personalized video. Then, they are Cleansed (basically baptized) before being taken to his bunker, John’s Gate, to Confess their sins. He tattoos what he thinks their main sin is on their chest and, after a while, cuts it out to make them Atone. Only then are they considered pure enough to join the Project. Some people don’t survive this process, either because they don’t want to, are too stubborn, not strong enough, or irredeemable, I suppose. A fan theory says that he doesn’t mutilate people who don’t resist, but there’s no proof of that; it seems the tattoos he gives are always destined to be cut out.

John is a very, very skilled interrogator and can usually get anything out of anyone, not hesitating to hurt people in the process. In fact, he wants them to experience a lot of pain (and this is what Joseph is worried about). This looks like basic sadism, but I think it’s more complicated. Because of the trauma he experienced, and especially what he explains happened to him in his parents’ kitchen one night, John is obsessed with pain and thinks it can free people. He also believes in “The Power of Yes” for the same reasons. Say “yes” to pain, to Atonement, and be free, delivered from the burden of your sins. What the Seeds put people through is usually brutal (and similar to their personal trauma), but they all believe it works, serves the Project, and has to be done.

I don’t think John is hypocritical, and I can’t see him breaking the cult’s rules (no alcohol, no drugs, no fornication) because the idea of disappointing Joseph is unbearable for him. On the contrary, I believe he wants to rigorously follow them and hates it when people don’t. If he were to transgress, in a moment of weakness or passion, I think he would feel terribly ashamed and guilty (just look at his reaction when Joseph interrupts the Deputy’s Cleansing)... I’d say he believes in God, but he mostly believes in Joseph. Even if the Heralds are not certain the prophecy is true or the Father can really hear God’s voice, they have faith in him.

So that’s what I would say about John Seed! You probably already knew most of this, but I hope it helps anyway (and that I didn’t forget anything important).

Finally, if you want accurate information, I recommend staying away from the Collapse DLC and never fully trusting the Far Cry Wiki. The novel, Far Cry Absolution, the comics, Far Cry: Rite of Passage, and the short film, Inside Eden’s Gate, aren’t bad but they aren’t very reliable sources, either. Also, John’s exact age, height, and weight are unknown.

Good luck with your fanfiction! :)

#far cry 5 #john seed #the book of joseph #I've just realized the interview with drew holmes had been deleted from the internet #and I can't find it on the wayback machine #that's why you always need to save the interesting stuff #take screenshots. download. copy and paste!#also I'm still disappointed there aren't ign videos about the other seeds because that would have been awesome

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“ Do you want to try too? Surely you can't be as bad as your sister. ” – Yasmeen to Malachai, while she's ice skating with Calypso

“Hey!” Calypso yelled, a bit offended.

Yasmeen tried to hide her amusement, but she couldn't. She wasn't wrong, though, Calypso was struggling to stay steady on the ice and almost fell more than once. Malachai couldn't help but laugh at the view of his sister, and while she came closer to him, she hit his shoulder, making him jumped. He pretended she hurt him, and she seemed proud of herself, which made her brother smile with amusement. The merman stayed in the bank of the frozen lake, while holding his sister, who was still struggling to stay on her feet.

His attention was now on the frozen lake. It was the first time he saw one, and he had to admit it was mesmerizing. It was Calypso's first winter in the Fae Kingdom, –and so his first one too– and winter was full of surprise. The snow, the cold, the warm clothes, the hot cocoa, the fireplace always burning, and Christmas, something the merfolks did not celebrate under the sea. It was a strange season, Malachai thought. Winter did not exist under the sea, obviously there were a change in the current, the water was a bit colder than usual, but it was hard to tell the difference as they were living in deep water, and water there was always colder than the rest of the ocean. And if Calypso welcomed the new season with open arms, it wasn't the case for Malachai.

“No, I came to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” Calypso repeated, a bit confused. “Why? Where are you going?”

“Back home.”

“When?”

“Tonight...”

Malachai suddenly felt unease when he saw how distraught she now was. She let go of his hand, even if that meant almost falling once again, and stepped back, the best she could, with Yasmeen's help. The maid did not let go of the princess, and the latter shook her head at her brother's words, because she did not want to accept them.

“But why?..”

“Duty calls me.”

“Can't you ignore it? We were supposed to celebrate Christmas together, it's our first Christmas, Malachai!” She whined and he grimaced. The merman hated to break his sister's heart, and he knew how much she hated seeing him or Nathaniel leave the Fae Kingdom, not only because that means she was loosing her support system, but also because unlike them, she could not go back to the ocean, which she was jealous.

“I'm sorry, little sister, but I have to. We can celebrate next year. And you won't be alone, Nathaniel stays here.”

“It won't be the same without you!” She screamed, her eyes full of tears. Her eyes were burning now, because of the cold, and she violently let go of Yasmeen's hand that she was still holding. The little mermaid then took off her skates, –not without difficulties– before running away straight to the castle.

“Calypso, come back. Cally don't be childish.”

But it was too late, the girl was already far away. Malachai sighed to her behaviour while shaking his head. He looked at his sister while she was running, and he promised himself that he will bring back her favourite treat, and probably some of her shells that she was collecting in order to be forgiven.

“The sirens again?”

Yasmeen's question brought Malachai's attention back to her. She shyly handed him her hand, and it took a few second for Malachai to understand what she was silently asking. Shaking his head, he softly took her hand, and that physical contact sent a shiver in his spine. He noticed that Yasmeen, too, quivered, but maybe it was just his imagination, maybe she was just cold. He helped her leave the frozen lake and sat on the bench next to her while she took off her skate in order to put her shoes on.

“No, not this time.” He confessed, and Malachai hesitated for a split second, but he then added: “The Selkies. Apparently, they are unhappy with the treaty father proposed, and they threaten to follow the sirens if we do not hear them out. Father is too stubborn to listen to them, so I said I will, in order to keep the peace.”

He was a bit surprised to be so open with her about the merfolks politics. A little part of him wasn't sure if he should discuss it to Yasmeen who was, after all, one of Morgana's maid. But keeping all of it for himself, without no one to confide was weighing on his shoulders. Plus, last time they had problem with the sirens, her helped and knowledge of battle strategy helped them to keep the Norwegian sea. He owed her his home after all. He silently looked at her, studying her facial expression, and he could tell she was lost in her thought. Yasmeen was a real mystery, and he wanted to be the one to pierce her shield. He was waiting for questions, about politics and probably what would be his strategy, but none of that came.

“You know, if you were more open with her, maybe she wouldn't be so mad about you leaving.”

“I cannot tell her, or Nathaniel. It would put unnecessary worries on them, they do not need that.”

“It's their home too, they deserve to know.”

“Not now. Please, can it stay between us?”

“I promise.” He smiled to those words, and she smiled back. To that he couldn't help but blush a little, for she had a pretty smile. “How long will you be gone?”

“Three months.”

“Oh...” She whispered, visibly surprised. Malachai loved to think that she was sad, or disappointed, but he did not want to ask, so he simply shrugged.

“Negotiation took longer than a battle sometimes.”

“This isn't the only reason why you are leaving, am I right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I watched you while you were coming. You limp.”

“You watched me?” He smiled, and she seemed unease, which made him laughed a little. “Is it that obvious?”

“More than usual, at least.”

“I admit that I also try to avoid winter, I do not enjoy it very much...”

He nodded to those words and couldn't help but grimace a little. He thought he had it under control, but visibly he was wrong. The merman was hoping that no one else noticed it except Yasmeen. The cold was chilling his bones and waking up some old wound that did not heal properly, like his limp. So yes, he took the disagreement with the Selkies as an opportunity to go back to the sea and avoid the cold that was winter. Yasmeen had a little laugh at his words, and that made his heart missed a beat. Here was the song that he probably loved the most. A smile took place on his face, happy to have made her laugh.

When she looked at him, he suddenly realized how close they were. He might have come closer during their conversation, without realizing it, and she probably did not realize too, because she did not move at all. For a few minutes, they looked at each other, silently, as they used to. None of them moved. This proximity, although unusual between them, was welcomed by both. The merman wanted to hold her hand, and he was ready to take it, when he heard the crispy noise of the snow, meaning that someone was coming from behind. Immediately, Yasmeen stood up, and Malachai backed up in the bench, looking away. He noticed that it was just a servant passing by, no one important, but the fear of being caught was still there. The girl cleared her throat while gathering hers and Calypso's skates.

“I should go make sure the princess is alright.”

“Yasmeen, wait.” He started, and he almost regretted it. She turned around, looking at him with curiosity in her eyes, and he cursed himself for acting before thinking. Malachai listened, making sure they were just the two of them, before timidly saying: “I... I'm going to miss you.” He could that the girl was trying to hide how surprised she was by his words. She stayed silent, and he couldn't blame her. He probably took her aback, and to be honest, he did not expect her to answer anything to him. “Anyway, tell my siblings I'll make it up to them when I'll come back. And... I'll bring you back a souvenir.” He finally said, an awkward smile on his face, before leaving the Fae Kingdom.

#malachai blackwater #kai x yasmeen #maleen #malachai writing prompt #writing prompt #okay i hate some parts #and the ending is so bad #but endings are so hard to write okay #but i so wanted to write about them again #we don't talk enough about kai's responsibility as a prince #and that's a shame #poor boy has too much responsibility #politics is boring #but it's part of his life #i love that he's open to yasmeen #it's so adorable that he trusts her w/ politics and strategy #i love them sm #icanbeyourgenie

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artsycervidae · 7 months

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Day 3: Path

Gyutaro Shabana from Demon Slayer

Misogyny and violence abound. I appreciate a slimy Gyu

The night air was noxious to him. Gyutaro's nails raked over his collarbone with an absent-minded repetition as he seethed and simmered. It was Daki's fault that he was miserable, as usual. He loved his sister to pieces, but she'd fucked him over to an unforgivable degree.

There was only one way to get rid of this feeling, and he didn't want to be around Daki. So he took for the path, outside the lights and noise of the entertainment district. Let her deal with things at home herself, if she thought she was so competent. And despite the intention to hunt, he found himself too far in the silence, too pissed NOT to mope and feel sorry for himself.

He was the one who dealt the killing blow on the hashira that had infiltrated their cover. He had cut the human down to mincemeat before it could even process that Daki's beheading did nothing. Gyutaro had enacted his revenge with vicious speed, and Daki had been so grateful. The blubbering, sobbing girl clung at his legs like a child as she wailed her failures at him, insisting she had tried her HARDEST and even her BEST wasn't enough. As usual, he cooed and petted her hair, reminding her that she could only do so much after all. He would never raise a hand against her, because it wasn't her fault that she was so stupid and weak sometimes.

The thanks he received was to be erased from his own accomplishment. Muzan himself had arrived. He wasn't pleased, but he was certainly interested in the siblings whose only saving grace in death was having been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Until then, they had been brats benefiting from the sympathy of a more competent demon. Daki could have woken Gyutaro, let him bask in the bloodcurdling fear and awe that Muzan's venomous stare deigned to offer. She could have even just told Muzan the truth.

But she didn't. The reminder of her treachery made his sharp teeth sheath into his lips. She was swept away by her own emotions, eager as a bitch to wag her stupid ass and make herself look good. She said it worked.

No shit it worked, Gyutaro had snarled at her: she groveled like a whore, and so there was no doubt in his mind that Muzan only viewed them as such. Entertaining. Wasn't she supposed to be classy? Wasn't she one of the most talented girls in this rotting district?

She cried. She called him a hypocrite. And called him ugly. Among various other things.

Gyutaro had to remove himself from the premises, lest he lose his nerve and fuck up everything, like Daki might have in his position. He had to be better than her, as the older brother. She couldn't help being stupid, easy, trusting, and of so low-self value that she had to lie and cheat for any substitute for respect. All she had was her beauty, and though that alone unlocked potential in this line of work, it wasn't enough for her. She was squandering a learning opportunity and getting high and mighty, as though she were any better than him. As though she would be anything but a feeble, dead human without him.

He hated this. He hated being angry at her, he hated feeling pathetic, but he hated even more that she made him feel angry and pathetic. Probably because she was so unhappy being as stupid as she was that she just couldn't help lashing out sometimes.

"It's not fair!"

Gyutaro had been still, but his ear pricked at the far-off raised voice. A second person was trying to shush them. Too late.

Gyutaro moved quicker than the human eye could possibly track him; he may as well have been a trick of shadow or a breeze. He had been upwind of them, but now that he knew the direction of his targets, he could smell two thundering hearts and the reak of fear already. The idea that not one but two humans could have simply walked into his territory irritated him. His nails ripped the skin from the side of his throat. Scratch, scratch scratch.

Even from within the dense trees on a cloudy night, he could still see them, clear as glass. A man and a woman, standing in the middle of the path. So stupid. They were making a scene out in the open, at night, no less! Hadn't they ever traveled before? Had they never heeded the bedtime stories of demons pouring out from the mountains and forests at night to feast on the weak?

"Let's just go," the woman, kneeling on the ground, beseeched. To say she was kneeling wasn't quite accurate, and it took Gyutaro a moment to realize the garments draped over her shoulders were sizes too big. She was tiny-- not like a child, but like someone who was shrinking away into nothing, an optical illusion of something whirling around the drain.

The man was glaring at the ground with tears clenched as hard as his jaw. Opposite to her, he stood tall and broad as a wall, facing Gyutaro's direction as though to block this path from the district. His fists sank by his sides and trembled. Both of them were angry, but the man's body temperature spiked with a particular, familiar tang. "You mean run away?"

The shrinking woman shrank more. Now she was kneeling. "Why not?" she cried softly, and Gyutaro also realized the wheezing was her typical volume. The holler from earlier must have been a result of all the rage she could muster. "You don't deserve this. I don't deserve this!" With every retort, she deflated, as if losing her power. And she was. Gyutaro could smell their sweat, breaths, organs, and saliva. The girl was poisoned-- maybe she would survive it, but maybe not, especially if she went untreated for a day more. A current thrilled his nerves alive and he shot a grin to the scythes in his fists. Poison, he thought, would be something Daki hadn't considered.

He imagined briefly the next time Daki tried to take credit for his kill. How all Gyutaro would have to do is ask the dose she used for that hashira corpse there, and smile as she floundered. Then he would pat her head, like the good sport he was. She couldn't lie her way out of that one.

"That's how you would repay them," the man sounded hollow. "When they took us in, they gave us what little they had. And you refuse to do even this, for us, to help earn money."

"No, that's not what this is," she argued, and the sharp breath she drew was rattling. "He's hurt you too... if I'm here, you still have to go back to them. She won't stop him from--"

"If you're here," he interrupted, changing tactics abruptly, "then you can make money. And maybe... maybe someone good will find you."

The familiar taste of his panic struck home, and Gyutaro was aloft with pleasure. It was guilt, the kind that any decent swordsman would feel upon stumbling across Gyutaro midmeal. The helplessness of knowing someone's life lay on the line, and you couldn't do shit about it.

"I don't want--"

"And they'll take care of you!" the man urged, talking over her now. His palms were sweating. "You're such a beautiful woman--"

"Brother--" her lower lip wobbled as he continued, as if he hadn't heard her.

"You have a kind heart, Ayame. I know the girls will take care of you," his voice hitched and his mouth trembled. "And you'll get better. Someone will--"

Gyutaro had taken advantage of the spat to move in a wobbly pattern, mimicking the wind through the leaves and the shivering of branches. It would have been more efficient to circle behind the man, cutting off their escape and slicing them both into pieces. His need for relief had outweighed his sense-- his raw skin stung against the rush of wind as he surged forward and sank both his blades into her torso.

Killing had become something of an art to him. Daki had her own hobbies-- theater, dancing, music-making, tea-steeping-- girly things. It had a place in her work. His interests were more refined and necessary in the real world, where humans were just meat.

He had lofted the body above the ground with ease, as if pushing her out to her companion. He allowed the briefest pause: enough for their eyes to widen and their mouths to drop open in horror. And before the high note of her ghostly yelp, Gyutaro ripped her apart, her two halves divorcing like brute-forcing through a sliding door. Her blood splattered and her insides smeared across the path. The scream wafted out through shredded lung matter.

The man screamed-- he had fast reflexes for a human. Most would have still been standing there in shock over what happened. He had ran to the side of the road and hauled up a fallen bough-- a sword?-- that had served as a walking stick. Gyutaro didn't hesitate: despite the intrusive worrying, he knew that Corps warriors weren't so sluggish. The bough shattered on Gyutaro's shoulder, which tickled, and Gyutaro barreled the human down and pinned him to the ground with a scythe through each shoulder.

"Hey now," Gyutaro 'cheerily' spoke, and when the human wouldn't stop hollering, he simply put his hand over the man's mouth. Bite as a desperate animal may, Gyutaro's skin was like leather and wouldn't break. "What's going on here?"

The man shouted, muffled and incoherent, and Gyutaro rolled his eyes. "Oh," he commiserated, "yeah. About that. I know I should mind my own business. But, really, what would a silly girl like her know? Then again," he feigned confliction with a furrow of his brow, "Maybe she had a point... you were kind of throwing her to the wolves, huh? Leaving her all alone, as if that was the right thing to do."

The man howled into the offending palm again, bucking and thrashing and kicking Gyutaro in the legs. Annoyed, Gyutaro reached back with his free hand. With each snap of the bone and crush of muscle, the man screamed and seized in silent agony.

Gyutaro continued chatting. "Siblings are always supposed to look out for each other. You should know better, being oldest and all. And imagine: the last words she heard from you were your shitty excuses to shrug her off."

Somewhere in his animal brain, the man seemed to comprehend. Or maybe he was crying from the pain of having broken legs now. At this point, Gyutaro didn't care. The reactions he was getting were satisfying regardless. "Maybe you really didn't care. She wasn't your real sister anyway... what? You didn't know?!" Gyutaro's face split from ear to ear as the brother's eyes glazed over. "Hahah! Idiot! What kind of guy doesn't even know who his family is? No wonder you were so bad at taking care of her. You just didn't have it in you. I guess you have potential, though. I could give you pointers. Oh, we would have to find you a new sister though. You don't have an issue with replacing family members, clearly, so--"

Gyutaro stopped when he realized that he was talking to himself. The man's heart had jerked and stammered and stopped. Gyutaro sneered and grabbed the man's face more forcibly. "Hey," he drawled, rotten loathing dripping from his maw. "Hey, I was TALKING to you."

No reply. Gyutaro leaned forward and crushed the man's head in. It gave like a thumb through an egg shell.

It brought him no relief. Suddenly, Gyutaro didn't have an appetite.

#gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #demon slayer #fanfiction #demon slayer fanfiction #throws this to fellow gyu fans. come get yalls toxic sludge juice

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Wasn't Daemon's marriage to Rhaenyra a political move only? Always thought he was just using her to gain more power and take the throne.

Anon, sweety, how would that even work?

Don’t you just love it, when those morons go all like „OhHHh, he married her because as her husband he would've become KING!” as if they’ve just uncovered deep state conspiracy and went to write about it on some flat-earthers site.

The highest political position Daemon would gain from this marriage was that of Prince Consort, not King.

I think that some of you easily forget, that people of Westeros are born and die in a feudal society.

Ain’t nobody ever sworn any oaths to Daemon. Why do you think we have this whole scene with people swearing loyalty to Rhaenyra? Why do you think Lord Baratheon looks so unhappy about having to kneel in front of her and not his cousin, Rhaenys? It’s because in this world, this shit is binding.

I know that D&D made the entire concept of vows meaningless, but as much as GRRM is twisting the medieval setting in some parts of his books, his presentation of feudalism is a top-notch thing (probably because it serves him well thematically).

That is why Jaime's dilemma is so tragic and engaging. That’s why bannermen breaking their vows demands so much careful scheming, that backfires anyway in the long run. That is why Boltons still need to use fake!Arya to legitimize their hold of the North (and we all know how well it’s going for them). That is why Sansa is the key to the North, even though she has a vagina, not a cock.

And Lords of Westeros are doing highborn women’s biddings all the time, believe it or not. They are swearing their loyalties to them left and right. Look no further than Daemon’s wife – Lady Rhea Royce. Not a single Lord of the Vale gives a fuck about what Daemon thinks or wants to do, and that’s because they’re all sworn to her, not to him.

Same goes for the Royal family, because (forgive me the caps, but I’ll keep hammering it down like a lunatic until the day I die) THERE IS NO TRADITION, LAW OR PRECEDENCE FOR TARGARYEN SUCCESSION!

Aegon didn’t even have any daughters, his sons chose to co-rule, Maegor usurped the throne and chose a girl to be his heir, Jaehaerys was chosen by Baratheon and Viserys took the crown after cheated voting of the Great Council.

Rhaenyra becoming Viserys’ chosen heir breaks no laws, no traditions, no precedence. Because there are none!

And if Lords of Westeros are indeed so against being ruled by the Queen, how come that Rhaenyra gets so much support during the Dance? How come that two Great Houses openly supported Rhaenys' claim? As always it all comes down to personal gain and alliances, nobody gives a fuck about their liege's sex. That’s a thing for small folk to blab about.

Daemon only gets so much power as Rhaenyra gives him, and the common belief that somehow Rhaenyra would allow Daemon to use her as a puppet is downright insulting and goes against everything we know about her character.

Daemon doesn’t even get to put any of the children he has with Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne, since she already has three sons. What are you people even thinking? That his great plan was to kill Rhaenyra and her three boys after she became queen? After the entire "eye for an eye, son for a son" thing with Luke? The half-brothers of his own boys? Go touch some grass.

And Rhaenyra doesn’t need to marry Daemon. Like, at all. She already has his support. Daemon would sooner throw himself into the fire than fight for the Greens and his daughter is engaged to Rhaenyra’s heir.

Actually, after Laenor died, it was a perfect opportunity for her to make a match with someone else. Maybe a Lannister, since it was the only House at the time that could rival Hightowers' fortune. Or some Lord in the Reach, to start shitting on Hightowers' backyard. Or somebody from Riverlands, to secure Harrenhal.

But instead she goes off and marries Daemon before the time for mourning is even done.

Hate to break it to you, nonny, but there is this thing people call love.

And that’s what Daemon and Rhaenyra relationship is all about. Love.

#hotd #house of the dragon #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen

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Headcanons About Ace and His Siblings!

I have…a surprising amount of these? So I figured I’d share them.

-I think he’d probably be third or fourth oldest in the sibling line-up.

-He’d probably be the ‘bad cop’ of the older siblings, being the strict one who stops the youngest (and sometimes his older siblings) from doing dangerous things…and not-so-dangerous things that he deems are too dangerous, due to his fear of pretty much everything. Since he overreacts a lot, this can lead to his siblings not taking his warnings seriously when they actually should for once, and later results in Ace telling them variations of ‘I told you so’ while patching them up.

-Despite the strictness mentioned above, thanks to his dumbass tendencies he’s also very easy to trick into letting his siblings do things they shouldn’t do, ironically enough.

-Ace always made an effort to not swear when any of his younger siblings were around (the struggle was real). Until one day his 8-year-old sister told him that he could swear around her, because older kids at school swore all the time and so she knew all of the swear words already. Without even asking to hear any proof of her supposed knowledge of all swear words, he believed her and accidentally taught her almost every swear word in existence. His older siblings were…unhappy with him, to say the least.

-Ace is a very light sleeper, so if one of his siblings tries to sneak out of the house, you can guarantee he knows. Much like how he didn’t tell anyone about David’s secret until he himself was being targeted with suspicion, he usually won’t snitch unless he is somehow negatively effected. This is also the case for basically everything rebellious his siblings do, (unless he thinks they’ll hurt themselves, then suddenly he’s all on their case about it).

-Ace takes copious amounts of time to get his hair just right every morning before school, so for all his siblings it’s basically a race to get to the bathroom before he does, because once he’s in there he’ll hog the bathroom for three times as long as any of them.

-One of his little sisters watched My Little Pony constantly and he hated it (read: was very scared of it because horses). Eventually prolonged exposure to the show made him get used to watching it, which makes it one of the few fears he’s managed to overcome.

-It was well-known Ace had a severe fear of thunderstorms in the Markey household, so sometimes when thunderstorms would happen at night, one of his younger siblings would claim they were scared and wanted to sleep by him, just because they knew the company comforted him.

-Since we know he has siblings but we don’t technically know what age any of his siblings are…I’m very compelled to headcanon that he has a tomboyish female twin. I think that would be cool.

-His older brother thought it was hilarious to constantly hide and then jump out and scare Ace, which led to Ace having intense paranoia whenever he walked around corners, opened closets, etc. whenever he was at home.

-Most of his siblings are on the taller side, which infuriates Ace to no end. He swears he’ll grow taller than his older sister one day, but he won’t. All his older siblings poke fun at his height, which unintentionally caused him to be extremely self conscious about it.

-Unless Ace’s parents are exetremely rich, I doubt they bought a house with eleven bedrooms, so Ace probably shared a room with at least one sibling. I think he’d sleep in a bunk bed, specifically the bottom bunk because he’s worried he’ll roll over in his sleep, fall off the bed, and get hurt if sleeps in the top one.

-His brother, who slept in the top bunk, snored really loud and Ace eventually got used to it being really loud as he fell asleep, so now that he’s in the killing game with his own room and no loud background noise, he’s finding falling asleep to be a bit harder.

-Lots of Ace’s clothes were hand-me-down from older siblings and were really baggy and ill-fitting for him, which is why he likes sporty clothing a lot. It’s more tight-fitting and since none of his older brothers got too into sports and therefore never bought sporty clothes, he got to buy his own clothes that were actually his size.

-Ace knows how to braid hair, since he had to braid his sisters’ hair a lot before school, and so now he knows a bunch of convoluted braiding techniques. He also has very basic sowing skills from having to patch up his younger siblings’ stuffed animals from time to time.

I might edit this post or reblog it later to add more, but that’s all I’ve got for now! Hope this was fun read!

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #ace markey #is ace having nine siblings a spoiler?? eh probably not since it wasn’t even revealed in the actual youtube videos

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Okay okay I know this is probably annoying considering your Leo is considered a piece of shit but I have so many thoughts about him. God. In a distant future, would he ever like,, talk about it with someone?? I know he's waist deep in denial rn but goddamn I know what it's like to be an abusive parent's favorite child it is VERY isolating

yEAH I MEAN ok listen. he's a piece of shit right now, but he's not EVIL hah. Just abusive! And people can become un-abusive if they try.

later on when he does figure out that Splinters a huge shithead and the whole situation was always FUCKED, he feels AWFUL about it, but like always he just keeps that shit inside. Which is bad for everyone! So he angsts a lot and probably almost gets himself killed because he feels so bad about how he treated his brothers he lowkey highkey wants to die to protect them as like, a weird fucked up apology.

He talks with his brothers about it eventually, but I think he'd also talk with other people too. and maybe Raph would force them all to go to therapy idk. the future/plot of this au isn't really solid yet so i can't say for sure, but i CAN say that the brothers relationship gets better and Leo suffers but eventually gets help for his. ough. plethora of issues.

im not sure WHO he'd talk to first, but i think he'd rant to a friend outside of the main group of his bros, Casey, and April before he ever discussed it with them. i think he'd be too ashamed about the role he played in abusing them to even consider bringing up the fact that he was abused too. he'd feel like he didn't deserve to talk about it since it "wasn't that bad" for him.

I have a comic planned that's sorta related to this actually, where Leo goes on a whole rant about how he doesn't NEED his brothers to like him and actually he doesn't even care if they HATE him, while having some kind of emotional breakdown, and then Donnie points out that Leo is acting like disliking him is something THEY are doing to HIM and not something Leo brought on himself by being a shit head. then Leo goes on the defensive and calls Donnie weak or something, so they don't make any progress that time, but! they almost scratched the surface of the idea that Leo is Unhappy with the situation hah.

anyway, NOT annoying at all! He's meant to be isolated from his brothers and have a complex role in the family, and im glad you're having as many #thoughts about him as I am! it means the infection (my tmnt art) is working >:)

#nnstuff #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt #tmnt leo #ask #asks are sweethearts

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caffeine-addicted-catlover · 11 months

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Obey me! Brothers as songs in my 300+ track spotify playlist.

(Based on both: meaning and vibes.)

(A lot of Mitski songs, unsurprisingly for me)

Lucifer

My body's made of crushed little stars

by Mitski

Of course I had to have something with stars in it...

Cannot say that the meaning fully fits him, rather the desperation in the vocals does. Also I feel like it covers his workaholism a little.

Regret message

by Mothy (AkunoP)

This one is a little cheaty from me, since it is from the Evillious Cronicles, which also have the 7 deadly sins (and this song is from the pride arc), but I just couldn't leave it out. Reflecting on stuff you had done blinded by your selfish desires is so Lucifer.

SCARLET OBSTACLE -Shriek of the Melodies-

by Zemeth

This one is more vibes based. Since it is mentioned that besides classical music Lucifer likes metal of some kind, I had found a combo of both. I really enjoy this genre hehe

Mammon

Stop Nagging Me!

by Owata-P

The whole song is about constantly getting criticized for everything you do, having all your mistakes pointed out, being the scapegoat and taking it all, letting it happen untill you're absolutely sick of it.

This song is so Mammon I don't know if I can even put it into words. Seriously, go read it's translation on vocaloid lyrics wiki.

You're a Useless Child

by Kikuo

A song where you're told that you are worthless and unable to do anything properly.

I think this needs no explanation.

YKWIM?

by Yot Club

I think that this one shows him, probably, considering himself annoying. Especially in

"Sometimes it seems like I'm in your way"

line.

Leviathan

INTERNET YAMERO

by KOTOKO, Aiobahn

Ah yes, Needy Streamer Overload, the most Levi game in existence (to me ofc). The tune itself reminds me of him a lot. He probably would be a Kangel fan.

Better Than Me

by The Brobecks

Inferiority complex: the song. It is literally in the title.

I Feel Bad

by I Hate Myself Because

A song about being conflicted whether or not you can handle company of a certain person and fearing loneliness.

Satan

Yukiko-san

by Midori

The lyrics might not particularly make sense to me, but the vocals and music just scream Satan. Especially "Destroy!" lines. To me it seems like something he would listen to while trying to cope with his rage.

Ussewa

by Ado, syudou

The song is originally about Japan's corporate culture, but with Ado's incredible vocals and overall sarcastic, furious and mocking tone of the song it fits him quite well in my opinion.

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

by Set if Off

I feel like he'd enjoy this song. It's overall nature fits Satan's untrusting worldview. He would, perhaps, dedicate the very last verse of it to a certain demon...

Asmodeus

Brand New City

by Mitski

"But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive..."

FVN!

by LVL1

It's just a chill song about having fun and s3x in the car, literally. With it's overall sounding, I think it not only fits Asmo by vibe, but also is something he'd listen to.

Primadonna

by MARINA

A song about craving attention, staying in the spotlight, getting all you want, but being unhappy deep down, since all this masquerade is to fill the void.

Beelzebub

Francis Forever

by Mitski

I feel like the general theme of this song fits him the best. Someone is gone from your life and now it seems empty, as if there is no point in doing things, since the person won't see it.

Close to You

by niki

As the description states:

"The song is about watching someone's lover die in front of them with a smiling face, and how they mourn and try to accept their death."

But I feel like you can interpret the figure of lover as a different, non-romantic close person.

Servant of Evil

by Mothy (AkunoP)

Yes, another song from the Evillious Cronicles. I can't resist it, sorry.

The plot of the song is a brother sacrificing a lot (including his own life) for his twin sister. The ending of this song is him literally going to execution instead of his sister by switching places and clothes, since they're identical twins.

Belphegor

Child Psychology

by Black Box Recorder

This is more vibe oriented pick, but some of the lyrics might fit him. The overall blunt, uninterested tone of the vocals seems very much him.

Let's Take Some Medicine and Go to Sleep

by Mochiutsune

The song's main point is probably about escapism through sleep. Whenever talking about any kind of problem the narrator decides to take some meds and go to sleep, just like the title states.

I Hate Everyone but You

by Elita

This one is about constantly being tired to the point of staying in bed all day and being criticised on it in the past, yet now there's a person who understands you and it doesn't bother them. While you'd grown resentful towards every other person ever, this one is fine.

Thanks for reading this mess!

#obey me headcanons #obey me!#obey me #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me beelzebub

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thelordofgifs · 4 months

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For the fanfic director’s cut: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

(director’s cut ask game)

I'm in the mood for some tfs ramblings today, so have those two months late oops.

One small but important motif that crops up throughout the m&m scenes in the third arc of the fairest stars is the religious language thing! I'm quite proud of this one actually.

It actually makes a showing for the first time at the end of part 20:

"He's gone," Maglor gasps out. "I'm sorry."

"You're here," Maedhros says, his tone reverent. He drops to his knees beside Maglor, gathering him into his arms.

reverent: there's something here about how Maedhros is so so bad at seeing his brother as a whole entire person... he's Special and Pure and Someone Maedhros Wronged. This is not a worldview that gets healthier over the course of the third arc.

(Incidentally, both the second and third arcs end with Maedhros on his knees, but for very different reasons.)

The motif crops up again in part 22, which contains the first long conversation between Maedhros and Maglor in the third arc, and has a lot of work to do in setting the stage for their relationship.

Instead of answering Maedhros comes to sit at his feet, and then lays his head on his brother’s knee.

After a moment Maglor’s hand settles on his brow, a benediction he does not deserve and yet desperately needs.

There is something of the devotional to this image here, I think. Maedhros, who is much taller than Maglor, is deliberately placing himself physically lower than him by sitting at his feet, almost literally putting his brother on a pedestal. And then a benediction he does not deserve and yet desperately needs... he's not doing well with the whole guilt thing tbh.

The next longish m&m scene is in part 25, and it's a more intense and distressing one: Maedhros is Upset, and not thinking clearly, and seeking out comfort from Maglor and hating himself for doing so. So there's this:

“Thank you,” Maedhros breathes, and it sounds like a prayer and a penance and a plea for absolution.

I spent SO LONG on this line it's slightly insane. Workshopped it with my mother and everything. (When I can't think of a word, instead of looking it up in a thesaurus like a normal person I tend to either phone up my mother or go to find her and say, very seriously, "I need a Word.") So then: "a prayer and a penance and a plea for absolution", three (alliterating!) religious nouns, with which I was doing my best to sum up all Maedhros' tangled feelings regarding his brother, someone he loves and someone he has hurt terribly and someone who has the power to absolve him of his sins. Which is... a bit messed up, to say the least, because Maglor isn't a divinity and Maedhros can't see him objectively at all.

And then, finally, there's Maglor's unhappy awareness of this whole strange situation in part 29:

To his relief Maedhros comes to sit at his feet, looking up at him with wide reverent eyes. Maedhros has never loved anyone without making of them a god – it is all tangled together in his mind, worship with affection, ardour with idolatry.

This is probably my single favourite line from the whole fic. I had it saved up for so long. The phrase "making of them a god" I debated for a while: but I think the of is important there, the idea that Maedhros doesn't actually raise the people he loves to some holy status, he just uses them as raw material for the images of them he's constructed in his mind. It's why, in particular, he's so destabilised by the notion that Fingon could possibly be a bad person. Then there's the "worship with affection, ardour with idolatry" - I like the way this phrase sounds, the matching dental consonants in ardour with idolatry, the way the two religious nouns worship and idolatry are on the outside, bracketing the love nouns affection and ardour (this is a technique called chiasmus and it's fun); the way the second half of the phrase escalates from the first, using stronger nouns that basically mean the same thing. And then, of course, ardour is a very Maedhros-associated noun to me: Maidros tall/the eldest, whose ardour yet more eager burnt/than his father’s flame, than Fëanor’s wrath, a description of him from the Lays of Beleriand.

Note also the echo of part 22, Maedhros sitting at Maglor's feet again, and the "reverent eyes". Maedhros kneels to Fingon at the end of part 28, and then sits at Maglor's feet in part 29; in part 30, of course, he leaves them both behind, and goes to his knees before Sauron, an actual "god", instead. And a part of me imagines that this making-people-into-gods thing he does is rather influenced by the years he spent in Sauron's care.

#asks #thescrapwitch #ask game #the fairest stars #it feels redundant to end every tfs meta I write with the conclusion 'Maedhros is so fucked up'#but he's SO fucked up #anyway thank you for the ask!! and sorry this is so late was suddenly seized with the urge to procrastinate

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the-slasher-madame · 2 years

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Slashers and Geese

Can y’all tell I have no creativity when it comes to picking a title lol?? Anyways, I like geese. A lot. A whole very lot, and my brain was like “hey what would slashers do with this information?” Especially if y’all are on a walk and you point out geese and that you love them

Picks up the goose to hand it to you

Bubba Sawyer- I don’t really write for him, but I think he’d pick the goose up and cradle it to show you. I just think he’s really gentle with animals, especially ones that are your favorite. He would be kinda sad when you told him you can’t feed them bread because he’d remember all the times he fed them bread. He would be determined to do better and feed them the best of seed. His brothers will throw things at the geese (to be annoying) and he would glare at them. They do not do it again. Would cry if they acted aggressive towards him

Jason Voorhees- another one I don’t really write for, and another one that I think would just pick up the goose. However, I think he’d pick it up somewhat gently by the neck and present it to you like a gift. He would be proud of himself. He’ll learn how to properly hold one, and the geese around the camp would surprisingly learn to love him. They follow him around and are a-ok with him picking them up. He loves feeding the geese with you!!!! They’re his babies

Michael Myers- he hands it to you to be a little bitch. He is no Dr. Doolittle and he knows you probably aren’t trained to handle nature’s version of mafia enforcers. He firmly grips it by the neck and holds it too close to you for comfort, while its honking and flapping its wings and generally being unhappy about the current situation. You would beg Michael to put it back where he found it, and he just drops it. Just like plop and its back on the ground. It gives him a glare and walks away (not even nature’s mafia enforcers won’t bother him). Michael is proud of being an asshole. He will not let you feed them, he is rather protective and refuses to let you even possibly get bit.

That was the main portion of my car thoughts, but here’s some more:

Bo Sinclair- he doesn’t understand and thinks its kinda weird. Like darlin’ its a bird?? Its not even that pretty?? Its a feathered nightmare?? (I feel like he would be reminded of Lester, and of the time Lester brought a goose home. . . Bo doesn’t like to talk about that incident). He will not like when you feed the geese, his foot starts itching in remembrance of that damned goose and what it did to him... Will watch from a distance while you feed them, and will breath easier when you stop feeding them and start to head inside. He swears they hate him for some reason

Vincent Sinclair- he thinks its adorable cause like “awww you like birds?? You like them cause you relate that’s too cute-” He’ll make you goose themed art, and help teach you to draw birds if you want. If, when the planets align, he takes a walk and finds a feather, he gives it to you. Is also reminded of Lester, and also remembers the goose incident (and begs you to never bring it up in front of Bo). Would be on high alert if you fed any, he knows second-hand they’re temperamental, and would just pick you up and carry you away if any of the geese look like they want to bite you

Thomas Hewitt- I think he’d be like Vincent in that he would bring you feathers and convince Hoyt not to kill any geese that wander onto the Hewitt farm. He would absolutely let you feed them, and wonder about raising geese (if that’s a thing?). He also thinks it’s so cute that you like geese. Will feed them with you, but probably just end up watching you (he really loves you ok-)

Brahms Heelshire- He’s terrified of geese and also somewhat angry that they exist. He doesn’t leave the manor much, and will flat out avoid windows if there are geese nearby. At the same time, if you found a nice goose (unlikely) and it didn’t try to bite/kill him, he would love them. He really does like animals, just not the aggressive ones... It goes without saying he will not feed them with you very often, but you can coax him to be comfortable enough around windows when a flock flies nearby

Pyramid Head- I think he just flat-out doesn’t know what a goose is. You try to explain it, he’s utterly confused, and you try to find a book with a goose in it. It proves harder than expected. You find a picture, and he still isn’t quite sure what it is but is like “cool, its a living animal.” I feel like Silent Hill wouldn’t have many, if any geese, but he would feed them if there were some. Would probably hold out his hand and let them bite him

Otis Driftwood- he would be a mix between Brahms and Bo. He’s terrified of them but won’t admit it, but if one tries to bite him he will screech and kill it immediately. You would yell at him and he would be like “I definitely just killed it for fun, was not scared, 0/10.” He is lying through his nasty ass teeth. You are on your own if you feed them, he wants nothing to do with them, ever.

Pinhead- Like Pyramid Head. He vaguely remembers what they look like, but he doesn’t really care one way or the other. Angry water bird is angry water bird. However, if one bit him he’d do some hell priest magic and kill it, and would almost feel bad when you cry...almost (but he’ll try not to kill them anymore).

Billy Lenz- my god he loves geese almost as much as you do. He relates to them, too, being as twitchy as most birds. He would tear up if they acted aggressive to him, but I feel like he’s one they either love like Jason or hate like Bo. He loves them no matter what, and he can’t really explain why (similarly to you). He will chase after them like a child, running through the flock and scattering them. He’ll collect feathers too. Will throw the seed at them

Billy and Stu- typical teenage boys, will throw harmless shit at them and giggle as the geese chase them. They’ll be nicer if you get on to them, and will give you any feathers they find. Stu will get you so much goose themed shit while Billy just laughs and says you brought this on yourself (but will appreciate the matching stuffed geese Stu got all y’all). Stu will throw the seed at the geese and end up getting chased by them, Billy will feed them and might even get to pet one (will strangle it if it hisses at him). Stu has become immune to goose bites.

The end!! I really like geese lol, I just think they’re neat. I really just like all birds if we’re being honest, they’re kinda twitchy and I understand that. I have only fed them once, but I get very excited when I see them. I almost beat a boy I don’t like anyways when I saw him messing with some geese. . .

Enjoy my attempts!! My brain does not work in a linear fashion and I think it shows

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