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PARK SEONGHWA: THE THERAPIST
Genre : 🔞minors dni, small age gap, reader is a menace, seonghwa does a little more than guide her, smut
Word count: 3,814
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It was silent for a few minutes as your counselor went over your file, face void of any emotion and leaving you nothing that could give away what he was thinking about.
Your parents had sent you to a behavioral program for troubled kids after your last outburst landed you in jail.
They'd been very calculated by it , sending you before your 18 birthday so you wouldn't be able to leave even if by law you could.
You had nowhere to go and no financial support especially since your family practically abandoned you since you entered the program.
It's been months and nothing, not even a Ietter from them but you'd excepted your fate and chose to make due with what you had.
On the bright side kids there weren't that bad and most of them were in the same position as you were, the more you show progress in the program the more you're allowed freedom.
The program also helped young adults find housing and jobs once they completed the program, so it wasn't all bad but still you didn't want to be there.
A voice brings you out of your head.
"i see you have a history of violence."he shuts the thick folder and you shrugged your shoulders.
"People have a history of pissing me off."you rolled your eyes and he sighed, the new ones are always the hardest to get through to.
"We need to find the trigger only then can I help you , you can't just retaliate with violence everytime someone is being a dick to you"he half scolds you which you noticed now that he looked pretty young to be working here.
"Excuse my french"he apologized for his outburst and you smirked at him losing his temper.
"Look I'm here to help you reign in those violent impulses, that starts with identifying the problem and that means going back through your past"he said and you sighed, gathering your things and standing up.
"We're gonna be here awhile and you have another session in 20 minutes"you told him and he scoffed, blocking you from leaving with his arm.
"Then you better get started"he said and you looked at him incredulous.
"sit"he orders you and you plop back down in your chair, defeated and finally starting to give in.
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"You use humor as a way to hide your pain, it's not uncommon"your first session with Mr park was pretty much a success, you'd talked about your father abandoning you before you turned 5 and how your mother married quickly after he left.
It turned out neither of your parents were faithful in that marriage and that led to your trust and commitment issues.
You also have major abandonment issues which your mother never caught onto considering she'd just abandoned you just like your father.
"Thank you"you said to his statement about your coping mechanisms, you'd been through that drug phase and that played a factor in you being sent there.
You thought it was a bit hypocritical since your mother, father and step father all went through a drug phase.
"That's not a good thing"he said, shaking his head and you raised your eyebrows.
"What I'm hearing is you think
I'm funny"you said , making his job harder was your favorite pass time.
"I- no, that's not-"he trips and stumbles over his words embarrassingly but you say nothing about it, the feeling of you eyeing him with that mischievous look in your eyes.
It made him flustered.
It's not that none of his clients haven't tried to flirt with him or didn't try and make a move on him because they have but there was something different about you.
Maybe it was your story or the way you carry yourself despite having been through so much at a young age and you're not even half way through your past at that but you still made seonghwa nervous like a little high school girl being near her crush for the first time.
"Let's talk about journey"this however caught you off guard, your "sudden" change in sexuality is also why you're here, your mom almost had a heart attack when she came home early from work and saw you sucking on a girls neck in her living room.
"Why?"you asked, your face contorts into a pained look.
"Because as soon as you heard her name you became tense, it's obviously a hard topic for you"he tells you and you shake your head.
"We really don't-"he cuts you off with a warning tone, not giving you a choice.
"Y/n"
"She was my girlfriend"you hurried out and seonghwa heard it.
"Girlfriend? You're-"you raised your eyebrows, clearly amused.
"Are you asking about my sexuality Mr park?"you asked with a smirk, he was so fun to rile up.
"No!"he exclaimed and you laughed at his outburst, cheeks burning red.
"I would never"he said and you smiled, nodding your head.
"Good, that would have been extremely unprofessional. I'd hate to get you into any trouble"you blinked innocently at him and you could swear you could see a little tent in his pants.
"I'm pansexual, just in case you were wondering"you leaned forward and whispered to him, he gulps and clears his throat.
"Back to journey"he said, redirecting the subject back to the task at hand and you let out a grumble.
"She was my first love and my mother forbid that we see each other, the end"with that you took it upon yourself to end the session and with left the room, slamming the door closed as you left.
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During lunchtime you took it upon yourself to go and apologize to Mr park, just before you could knock on the door a moan rips from under the door.
So you open the door after a moment and let yourself in, the sight before you was a beautiful sight with his cock in his hand and his hips bucking into his fist.
The quick rise and fall of his chest which unfortunately stopped the moment he realized someone walked into the room.
"Y/n, you're supposed to be having lunch"he pants as he stands up and turns away from you, tucking himself back in his jeans which didn't hide much because he was still hard.
"You always jerk off while I'm having lunch, mr park?"you asked and he runs his fingers through his hair as he bends down to put his paperwork away.
"I'm not answering that, I uh-"he answered before placing his hands on the desk and shutting a drawer with his foot before turning to look at you, you slowly stalking towards him like a predator stalking it's prey right before it pounces.
"What can I help you with?"he asked and you pulled yourself up onto his desk.
"I was coming to apologize for storming out earlier"you said innocently as if you weren't perched on top of his desk, looking like a present made just for him.
"Don't worry about it , I forced you into something you weren't ready for"he replied after clearing his throat.
"No you were right, bottling up my emotions is what got me here"you told him and pushed him into his chair, the heavy rise and fall of his chest beginning to return.
"I'm glad you're finally-"he chokes on air as you take your foot which you had removed your shoes while he was occupying himself, dragging your foot up the expanse of his thigh.
"Finally what?"you asked, drawing his attention back to you and he takes a deep breath.
"Y/n"he pushes your foot to the side and stood up, towering over your body and looking down on you with dark eyes.
"This is inappropriate"he said and you bit your bottom lip.
"What's inappropriate is you getting a hard on during our session"you fired back and he groans softly, cupping your jaw with one hand and tilting your head back.
"This mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day"he said and you drag your hands down his chest.
"Arrest me then"you challenged him and he pulls you off his desk.
"Come here"he turns you around and bends you over his desk , grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back as you let out a gasp at the sudden aggressiveness he was giving you.
You liked that. A lot.
"You like messing with my head, don't you?" He whispered in your ear and you smiled at that.
"Only because it clearly turns you on."you said and he groans softly, grinding his bulge against your clothed ass.
"This isn't right, I shouldn't be doing this"he said and let go of your hair, his senses coming back a little bit.
"Your body is saying something totally different"you said and grinded back against him, leaning your head back to look up at him.
"I want you to fuck me in every hole imaginable, now"he curses under his breath and pushes you back down on his desk, pulling your pants and panties down in one go.
His mouth is on you instantly as he kisses your ass and you have to quickly cover your mouth once he slaps your ass.
"Fuck, yes-"you moan softly and push back against his hand, he forces you back against the desk and licks your pussy from behind.
"Spread your legs"you immediately obeyed and he turns around before sliding underneath you, your bottom half is hidden by his desk thankfully because the door opens and in comes one of the founders of the program.
"Y/n? What are you doing here?"he asked and you looked up at him , forcing a smile upon your face as seonghwa starts to blow air onto your pussy and having to fight back a shiver that so desperately wanted to take over.
"Waiting for Mr park, I wanted to apologize for earlier"you told him but he walks further into the room, now concerned.
"Did something happen?"he asked, genuinely.
"I got a little too emotional and stormed out earlier, it was a touchy subject"you told him, hoping that'd be enough to get him to drop it and leave.
You were very wrong.
"Well it's good that you're recognizing your mistakes and fixing them accordingly, that's progress"he applauded you for your progress, he wouldn't be applauding you if he knew what was happening underneath that desk just a few feet from where he stood.
"Thank you"you said and he gave him a smile as seonghwa parted your lips , tongue swirling around your entrance before dragging the soft muscle up to your clit.
"Don't wait too long , lunchtime is almost over"he tells you and finally made his way to the door , allowing you just enough time to bite your bottom lip and grip the males hair beneath you.
"Of course"you responded.
"Bye!"he turned around and waved at you, you nodded and waved back. A sigh of relief escaping your lips as the door shut and he sucks on your most sensitive part, a whimper escaping your lips.
"Be quiet"he said, looking up at you and pulling your hips flushed against his face. His tongue felt amazing as he ate you out, ignoring the sounds you tried your best to keep inside.
"Little brat is speechless now, isn't she?"he taunts you , you go to reply but he cuts you off immediately.
"I-"
"I said be quiet"he stares up at you with dark eyes, this time a shiver ran down your spine from his look and he pulls back from your pussy and stands up.
Two fingers are stuffed into your tight pussy as he turns you around and pushes you up against the desk before starting to pump , smiling almost sadistically at the look on your face.
No signs of you fighting him whatsoever, you were a good girl in that moment.
"If I would've known you'd be this plaint with just a few fingers in you , I would've done this months ago"he said and you looked up at him through hooded eyes as he starts to slowly jerk his fingers, speeding up suddenly and you lean forward as a gasp leaves you.
You cling to him almost desperately as your body contorts at the pleasure he was giving you, hips bucking against his fingers with your face in his neck as you let out muffled cries.
"That's it, cum all over my fingers darling"he whispered into your ear as you holds you close and just like a good girl you cum all over his fingers just like he said, he slows down his pace as he guides you seamlessly through your orgasm before pulling back and sticking his fingers into his mouth.
"My turn"you look up at him as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, his boxers following soon after before he's taking a seat in his chair.
"Come here"he said as he strokes his cock lazily and you looked at him, almost in a trance.
He was bigger than you expected.
You moved to walk towards him but he stopped you.
"Stop"he said and you obeyed immediately, you had no idea but it turned him on immensely.
You being his good girl, listening to him, following his every command like a good pet.
"On your knees"he said with a smug grin and you were so far gone already, you sink onto your knees without a second thought and crawl over to him.
You lick from his inner thigh to his balls and begin to suck on them, he groans softly and continues to stroke his cock until you move his hand before wrapping your smaller ones around his shaft.
"Come on, take it"he urges you and gather spit in your mouth before licking his cock, taking his tip between your lips and bobbing your head along his cock.
His fingers tangle into your hair and he tilts his head back, curses slipping from his lips at finally getting some attention for his cock and he looks down at you to see that you're already watching him.
One hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing and twisting as you take more of his cock into your mouth.
"Fucking hell"he groans softly and pushes your head completely down, you're instantly gagging on his cock and essentially choking but he keeps you there until you're tapping his thigh for him to let you up.
He does so immediately and smiles at your coughing, gasping for air and he stands up before he's grabbing your chin and pushes his cock back into your mouth.
Your hands wrap around his thighs as he fucks your throat and he bites his bottom lip, the lewd sounds coming from the both of you had you squeezing your legs closed but he tsked and pushed them apart with his foot.
You pull back off his cock to catch your breath again and he pulls you up, turning you around and bending you over his desk again.
"I should just leave you right here, like this"he said as he prods at your hole and you looked back at him, a whimper leaving your lips.
"Please don't"you beg him and you let out a gasp , your back arching as you felt him enter inside of you.
"Oh my god"you breathe resting your head on his desk but you receive a harsh slap to your ass.
"Look at me, watch me fuck you"his hips roll into you slowly and you bite your bottom lip, nodding at his demand.
"O-okay"you said and he smiles, leaning forward and kissing your neck sloppily before sucking on the skin harshly.
"Yeah you wanted this so bad, you're gonna watch"he rasps and kisses your hair before pulling away, gradually thrusting his cock into you faster as he builds momentum.
"Oh my-"you cover your mouth as you look back at him and he spreads your cheeks just for you to see when he enters and pulls out.
"Fuck"he pulls your shirt off and tosses it on the floor, spreading your legs and pulling your hips back into him.
He enjoyed watching your eyebrows furrow and your hand clamped down over your mouth to keep quiet, your back arching with every thrust and how good it felt to be inside of you.
"I'm gonna cum"you warned him and he pulled out of you before turning you around again and sitting you on his desk, sliding back into you before resuming his pace.
"Kiss me"you whimper and try to pull him closer but he smirks at you.
"Do you really deserve it though?"he asked and you whine softly.
"That's not fair, no teasing"you complained and he didn't like that, wrapping his hand around your throat and pushing you down on the desk.
"You'll take whatever I give you...."a sharp thrust gets you to fall back in line easily, your back arching and he chuckles.
"Understand?"he asked after a moment and you nodded.
"Y-yes"you cover your mouth as he speeds up the pace again, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your attempts at keeping quiet.
"Yes what?"he asked and spits directly on your clit before bringing a finger down to rub on your sensitive clit.
"M-mr park"you cried out and he slams his hips against yours, your back arching off his desk and he smiles in satisfaction.
"I'm cumming, fuck I'm gonna cum"seonghwa pulls pulls you up and holds the back of your head as he presses his lips against yours deeply, you immediately kiss him back and the kiss is sloppy.
Just downright filthy, his tongue and lips attack your own and he's clearly not holding back anymore with the way his hips collide with your own as you cry out against his lips.
His fingers holding you in place to keep you from running away from his hips and when you pull away for air your lips are swollen from his kisses.
His kisses travel lower to your neck and shoulder before he bites down on the skin , losing himself in the pleasure and not thinking about the bruises that will show up on your body the next day.
All he could think of right now was how to bring you both the best pleasure and you were loving it, especially when his lips returned to your own for a round two as you cum and he sucks on your tongue.
"Fuck"he breathes once he pulls away and pulls out of you , he presses your thighs together and pushes his cock between them.
"What are you-"you gasp as he starts to buck his hips, fucking your thighs until he's cumming all over your clothed breasts.
"Fuck, come here"he pulls you up and kisses you, your arm wrapping around his neck and he moans into the kiss before he's pushing you on the floor as he hears the door opening.
He gets on the floor as well and grabs some wipes , pretending to clean something on the floor but it's only the janitor.
"Just here for trash"the old lady said and he pulls you onto your hands and knees, you look back at him and cover your mouth as he pushes his cock back into you.
"You feel amazing"he whispered to you once he leans over you and turns your head so that you could kiss his lips.
"Did you make a mess again? Want me to clean it?"the woman asked and seonghwa perks up at that, lifting his head to look at her.
"No gloria, I can clean it up myself. Go on home and get some rest"he said as he starts to thrust into you faster but not completely, careful not to make any noise.
"It's my job mr park"she insisted but he gives her a look.
"And it's my job to make sure you're taking care of yourself, I can handle one mess for the day"he assures her, you being the mess he's handling and he could very much handle it on his own.
Actually he preferred it.
"Okay fine, have a good day sir"she gives in and he waves to her, the ever polite man he is even when he's about to be balls deep inside of you as soon as she leaves.
"You too"he called out, leaning over you and grabbing your hair before pulling your head back.
"Are you having a good day, love?"he asked you, allowing his hips to slap against your ass and make that melody he loves to hear come from your lips.
"The best"you moan and he brings a hand down to rub your clit, you moaned again.
"Oh fuck, gonna cum"you cried out and hid your face on his neck, bucking your hips against his hand.
"Cum with me"he groans softly, grabbing your arms and pounding his cock into you quickly.
It only takes a few more thrusts for the both of you to cum together, heavy pants are all that fills the room now and he pulls out of you as he hears you whimper at the feeling of his cum slipping out of you.
"Mr Park"he grabs a wet wipes and wipes you clean , before tossing it into the trash and pulling you up onto your feet.
"Yes pretty girl?"he asked and you blushed at the nickname, grabbing your shirt from him and pulling it on as he helps you put on your underwear.
"I'm sorry for storming out earlier"you said and he looks at you, the softness in his eyes returning and he smiled.
"You're forgiven"he said and helped you pull on your pants as well before turning around and putting on his own clothes.
He turned to you after a moment once he realized you weren't moving, just zoned out.
"What is it?"he asked, genuinely concerned.
Something was obviously on your mind.
"Nothing"you dismiss it and turned your attention to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow"he said and you looked at him, nodding your head at him.
"Okay"you said and he pulled you close once more, leaving a kiss upon your lips before pulling away.
"Go"he said and you bit your bottom lip before leaving out of the door, closing it behind you and walking to your room to take a shower.
Maybe you'd like it there after all.
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I am so curious to know what you think would Willis and Slade (and/or Billy) think of each other, provided their children are dating
So first you have to decide what kid.
If it's one of the boys Willis's reaction is *TwoWillis war flashbacks* "I had a boyfriend once..."
But he's generally really supportive!!
If it's Grant, Willis thinks he's kind of a delinquent but he doesn't have room to judge. They actually get along pretty well because Grant reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger. Of course this means that he's quick to identify things that caused rifts in his past relationships and he recognizes a lot of the problems Grant is going through. They do a lot of the traditional dad-son things together that Grant always found tedious with Slade. With Willis's help Grant grows into the barbecue dad he was born to be.
If it's Joey, he's mildly (extremely) terrified of him. There's just something in his eyes that sends a shiver down Willis's spine. That's before he even finds out about Joey's ability. May or may not have a prototype meta inhibitor at the ready should Joey get any ideas. As you can imagine after being held and experimented on against his will, often sedated or paralyzed, Joey's ability to take control from someone just by looking at them is. Triggering.
If it's Rose, he's ecstatic. In some ways she reminds him of Cathy and despite how much of a menace she is he can tell she's a good kid with a big heart. He doesn't really know how to bond with her, so he kinda just gets her gifts and gives her a hearty pat on the back.
I think in Grant's case in particular Slade is high key jealous that Willis seems to get along with Grant so easily, it's the kind of bond he's always imagined himself having with Grant but he didn't know how to be a good parent and Grant was a child so it never happened. Hates Willis, possibly more than he hates Bruce just because he at least respects the Bats skill.
Addie shares her child support paychecks with Willis. Neither of them need child support they just like making Slade pay them. She hires Wingman for jobs sometimes, it's family bonding.
For Joey, I think he's initially amused that Willis is so freaked out but he definitely knows about Willis's contingency plan and he's always a little extra on guard. Definitely drops not-so-subtle hints that anything done to Joey will get paid back tenfold. I do think they have the potential to bond over the whole victims of experimentation thing, and the guilt over not being there for their families. Eventually they develop a more cordial relationship and Willis lets his guard slip around Joey.
Adeline knows about the contingency but it's not like she doesn't have plenty for Jason, so no harm no foul. Proud of Joey's ability to strike fear, but eventually she does manage to convince Willis that maybe Joey isn't evil incarnate. Generally, she's had a lot of friends with PTSD and she understands that Joey is basically a walking flashback.
I think Willis kind of reminds both of them of what Slade could have been, if things turned out different. Like Slade he was absent a lot of his son's life, and him hiding his identity from Jason in the beginning is very reminiscent of Slade hiding his from Grant. The difference is that Willis did crime to support his family, he loved his wife unconditionally, he did everything he could to make up with Jason when he got back. He didn't choose to be absent, he was forced.
Also if you go with my open marriage/poly Catherine and Willis headcanon then there's a lot of parallels between them and SladeAddie, but Slade chose infidelity where Cathy and Willis came to a mutual agreement and there was no love lost.
I think Slade and Willis get along the best when Rose and Jason are together. They're not close enough to the others kid to step on any toes, they're both pretty fond of the pairing, and they are united in their desire for grandkids.
I think Willis and Billy get along like a house on fire, fishing trips, actual hunting trips, cookouts, the whole shebang. Willis and Alfred also meet through Billy, and I think while Willis will always resent Bruce his respect for Alfred at least inspires him not to plot Batman's downfall.
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Hello, I really love your writing style and how uou portray the characters perfectly! So I was wondering if you can make an age-gap relationship between with either (you can choose) (Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy: separately) and the reader who's like 42, who treats them like a kid but the boy wants to be treated like a man.
Oh yea, the girl's persona is like tomboyish too :>
(I had this girl in mind for the scenario)
Thank youuuu~
AS A MAN - TRAFALGAR LAW X READER
Warnings : a little steamy towards the end, major age gap, this is not proofread, reader identifies as female!
Genre : fluff I think?
Word count : 1.3K words (oops)
Additional info : Thank you for being so sweet! I’m glad you enjoy reading my works💗 Headcanon form was more convenient for this request, because I had to touch upon too many points that I couldn’t go into too much detail in (unless I wanted to end up writing 4K words, that is💀). I personally chose Law for this because major age gaps make me uncomfortable when the person isn’t fully mature yet. Law is the only one who is 25+ years old, which is the age at which the brain fully develops. Otherwise it would feel too predatory for me to be able to write it. I hope this one is to your liking and that you don’t mind this! I got a little creative with it near the end🫣
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Given just how faithful he is to the Hippocratic oath, Law dedicated a good deal of his free time to making advancements in the world of medicine
As a doctor and surgeon, he’s never satisfied with simply taking the facts as they are and using his Devil Fruit to his advantage; no, he very much prefers to sit in his office and toll over research and papers
He’s also allied himself with different pirates over the years, seeking his own benefit and what he ends up getting from their end
Unsurprisingly, he meets all sorts of people, but his bonds with them have always been superficial, if not cold, even
Law’s never been one to think too deeply about whether or not he likes his “business partners” because he simply wasn’t there to fraternize with people
However, once he met her, everything he’d known about his world changed 180 degrees
She was quite a fair bit older than he was, almost two decades his senior, and it showed clearly just how vastly different their ages were in the way that she carried herself
Perhaps it wasn’t the typical maturity most people expected women to have, the stereotypical stuffy seriousness and stuck-up attitude that most noblewomen had, but something about her and the way her eyes trained on everyone showed just how much she’d gone through and seen
As allies, they were forced to interact from time to time, and to Law’s surprise, he didn’t find himself opposed to being in her presence; hell, he sometimes preferred having her around over his solitude with papers and tools in his office
Having her around while he worked had him eager to prove himself, for some odd reason, and eager to prove just what he was capable of doing with his skill set and his knowledge at hand
Maybe it was because she seemed to not think much of him
Not in the sense that she disliked him, or that she looked down on him, but she somehow always treated him as though he were nothing but a mere boy to her, a kid whose efforts were endearing but not necessarily awe-inspiring in their nature
And though he’d tried to deny it for a long while, Law hated the fact that he hadn’t been able to impress her—and that probably was because of the fact that he was so used to people reacting to him and his abilities with a mix of horror and amazement
Her lackluster reactions weren’t at all disrespectful; in fact, she did often express her appreciation for his work as a doctor, warlord, surgeon, pirate, and all-around menace, but she did so in a manner that felt like she was simply praising a child for their newest achievement
She’d even gone so far as to pat his head with a chuckle in an attempt to calm him down after he’d once lost his temper over an inconvenience in the operating room, which he knew she’d done with no malicious intent but had come across as condescending
And Law did understand where she was coming from, seeing as most people in their forties found little to be impressive, after having seen so much—and especially with her being a pirate who’s traveled at least a good majority of the entire world
Her own personality played part in this too, since she seemed to have a laidback sort of effortless swagger that made all men and women alike look up to her
The casualness with which she strutted and her confident smirk was exactly why she fit right in with them, and why they respected her so much
In fact, he himself found himself momentarily stunned every now and then by her mere presence and how overwhelming it sometimes got, and he had to begrudgingly admit that he couldn’t stay away from her due to his immense attraction to everything that she was
But still, the sting left behind every time she cooed at one of his morbid experiments was one that Law couldn’t soothe with his own faith in himself
He had to prove to her just how worthy he was of his title as the Surgeon of Death, and he planned to do it himself before he lost his mind to the fact that she simply didn’t see him as the man that he was
So he tried time and time again to subtly let her sit with him in his office or operating room, often by claiming that he needed an extra helping hand, or that he needed someone to keep watch to make sure that no one would interrupt his work
He hoped that by doing so she would be genuinely interested in his skills, and so impress her
However, Law’s plan seemed to completely backfire when he had her in his office, asking her to organize a stack of incredibly complicated research papers he’d left out on purpose for her to read
As he’d expected, she’d been curious enough to pick them up and ask him to explain what was on them, and he’d smirked a little as he gave her a rundown of the topic at hand while she sat in front of him
She’d gaped at him with awe in her eyes, and he’d believed that he’d finally managed to impress her, that is until—
“For someone so young, it’s incredible how you’ve managed to discover all this.”
And that was when he’d had about enough, and he couldn’t help but snap at her
“I’m not a fucking child. Don’t talk to me like that.”
Once again, his sharp tongue had gotten the best of him, as he could see how she frowned at him while setting his papers down
“Sorry, Law. Didn’t mean to disrespect you as a warlord.”
With an exhausted huff, he rubbed his eyes before finally saying, “That’s not it. It’s not about that.”
Confusion laced her features, and Law took advantage of drawing to his full height and leaning over her, an intense surge of emotions in his hard-set eyes
“I’m not a kid. You’re treating me like one, but you’re forgetting I’m a man. A powerful one at that.”
“I haven’t—“
“Really?” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, before he hummed and leaned in until he could see every single lash and watch every single stunned emotion flicker in her eyes. Part of him reveled in that wicked feeling. “It seems to me like you’ve only ever seen me as someone your junior.”
Despite her warring emotions, she managed to sigh and say, “Law, it’s… it’s only because you’re younger, and I recognize that you’ve got the youth I left behind years ago.”
With a glint of his teeth that seemed just a little cruel and a little cocky, he allowed his thumb to gently press onto her bottom lip, watching as the red flush climbed up her cheeks at his daring move, certainly having not seen this coming in any which way
“I could very well remind you what it feels like to be young.” His low voice was as tantalizing as a velvety purr, stroking her soft lip. “It’s your choice tonight. Just don’t forget what I’m capable of.”
Though one could read it as a threat, she knew damn well that it was a promise—a very, very tantalizing and delicious promise that had her head spinning
Law’s smirk was all-telling, and he knew that from this day forth she would be unable to remove this new image of him from her mind
Was he too despicable for liking the fact that she would suffer from not being able to stop thinking of him? No matter; he’s never been the most morally righteous, after all
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Hi Luna! I hope you're having a wonderful day/night. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a request for Mairon/Sauron with a female reader. Reader ends up in a situation where she's confronted by Sauron and he recognizes her from times long past. She doesn't want to believe that Mairon could become the cruel, heartless man that he his. Sauron still harbors feelings, but doesn't know how to process them. Kinda angsty, but with some well deserved fluff at the end.
Hello, my dear! I'm doing okay, my night has been a bit of an annoyance but I'm doing better now that I'm home and about to relax! I hope you enjoy this:
The chains around your wrists made light clanking noises as you followed the two orcs in front of you, your head low but your eyes examining every crevice of the darkened hallway as the low light would allow.
The fortress smelt like decay and ruin, the stench never-ending as you were forced to turn down another hallway. Halting suddenly, you nearly tripped over your own feet in an attempt to not smack into the burly orcs, knowing they would use any excuse to leave your flesh bruised and battered.
The two guards were dismissed, a deep voice giving in order in the tongue you’ve identified as Black Speech the language of the orcs.
“Raise your head, trespasser,” The voice called to you, tone calm but you could tell that anger rested beneath his gentle demeanor.
Raising your head to stare the man in the eyes, you willed your face to stay blank as the male before you stood from his throne, approaching slowly as his expression narrowed.
“(Y/n)?” He murmured, eyes sparking with recognition as he stood in front of you.
“I can’t believe you are alive,” Sauron spoke, hand going to cup your cheek but halted as you flinched back.
Clenching his hand into a fist, he let his arm drop to his side. “You don’t remember me, do you?” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe I should jog your memory…”
Sauron shifted to turn away from you, eyes slipping shut as he used his abilities to shift his appearance. Turning back to you, his voice was softer.
“Do you remember me now?” This voice, you recognized.
“No…” You exhaled, shaking your head, “This cannot be,” You nearly whimpered as he approached you once more.
“You do remember me,” He grinned.
“No… You are not my Mairon,” You gasped out, the heartache of losing your beloved so many years past finally coming back over you in waves. “My Mairon would never do this, he is a kind soul, never harmed anyone–”
“The Mairon you knew is long gone,” Sauron spat, “He has been replaced with something better, stronger- More powerful.”
In a way, Sauron wanted to sweep you into his embrace, shush your cries and explain everything to you- that he still cared and forever would care for your heart. But another part of him, the stronger part of him, wanted you to realize the weak Maia you knew before was dead.
Shakily inhaling, you locked eye contact with him.
“What is your name?” You demanded.
“If you are no longer Mairon, then what is your name?” You rephrased yourself, clutching the chain that held the locks wrapped around your two wrists with a tight-knuckled grip- as if to ground you for what would come next.
“Sauron,” His voice was no longer menacing or cruel, but gentle as he approached, dropping to his knees to examine the shackles wrapped around your wrist.
“Sauron,” The name tasted foreign on your tongue and despite your feelings towards Sauron’s cruelty and actions against the population, your heart sped up at the sight of a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Let’s get these off of you,” It was as if he didn’t mean to speak out loud, hands carefully removing the shackles from your wrist with his abilities.
Shape shifting, now lock picking… Your thoughts were interrupted as he pressed a kiss to the flesh of the inside of your wrist where bruises were already forming.
“I will dispose of the two who thought it was suitable to shackle you so..Harshly,” Sauron chose his words carefully, somehow swinging from uncaring to romantic in two seconds as his own hands came up to carefully rub the skin.
“What’re you doing?” Your voice was small, your tone bordering on fearful. Fearful of his reaction to your question, fearful of what would occur to you after this.
There were many things to be fearful of when in the presence of the Dark Lord of Mordor.
“Making sure you’re alright,” He mumbled, tone grumbly as he slowly let go of your hand to stand to his full height.
“I finally got you back after so many decades without you, why would I want to hurt you, my dear heart?” He questioned, hand cupping your face, and this time you did not flinch back.
Maybe it was because he wore the face of your Mairon, maybe it was because of his kindness, you didn’t know. But you did know, that his lips tasted as soft as you remembered when he dipped his head to press a kiss to yours.
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Entry 8
It has been…quite the day. And we have not even finished our venture into the depths of the goblins’ den, although we did manage to cull their chief. Nualia is still nowhere to be seen.
We had a tangle with some guards before entering the goblin fortress, but it wasn’t of much note—four goblins on their goblin dog mounts, easily dispatched now that we’ve grown accustomed to fighting the little menaces.
Tabot stumbled into the first room of the fortress first, while fighting the guards. It was a gruesome trophy room with the stuffed heads of beasts the goblins had conquered on the walls—mainly horse and dog heads, given their hatred of both. There was also a harpy’s wing on display, which was a surprising and more impressive kill for a bunch of goblins than the rest of the ‘trophies’ implied they were capable of.
We chose a door and went deeper into the fortress, finding ourselves in a courtyard where I had heard the noises of goblin dogs and, strangely enough, a horse. We dispatched the four monstrous hounds, then looked to the shed where the horse sounds were coming from. When we opened the door we found a terrified and half-starved (but otherwise quite beautiful) warhorse. We decided Tabot had the most calming presence of the four of us, and I gave him some rations to try to entice the starving horse with. It seemed to work. The horse—whose saddle indicated his name was Shadowmist—calmed significantly. Enough for us to safely leave him alone and trust he would not get himself hurt.
In a nearby storage room we also found the goblin dogs’ food source—live rabbits. Later, when we made our way out with Shadowmist, Tabot also calmed the rabbits and carried them out by the armful.
With the animals sorted out, we continued our investigation of the fortress. We heard some arguing up ahead, coming from a tower above us. It seemed a pair of goblins had stolen some pickles and were trying to eat as many as they could and hide the evidence.
Krysa and Nanel snuck into the room to try to get the drop on them. I didn’t see what happened next, but a moment later there was shouting, and Tabot and I had to run in and help finish the fight.
We found beyond the tower that we’d gone in a circle, returning to the trophy room. We began listening around the other doors to try to determine where to check next. One room clearly had a large number of creatures within, and sounded like a very large room—we had a feeling we should wait until we’d cleared out anyone that might run in behind us first before looking into it.
There was a door in which it sounded like some goblins were just getting ready for an attack, but were still in the middle of preparing. I had the idea that I could throw open the door and lob a bomb at them—hopefully catching them off guard and catching a large number of them, as it sounded like they might be crowded together.
Unfortunately, I flung the door open right as a goblin was at the door, catching us both off guard.
Things got a bit chaotic from there. There were some other goblins that threw open another door near Tabot, and who downed a potion that sent them into a blind rage. The goblins in the little barracks I’d found myself at the entrance of were crowding over each other to try to get a piece of me.
But we managed. Despite Tabot being in a bit of a touch and go situation there for a moment, we did still manage to clear out the veritable swarm of goblins without anyone in our group going down themselves.
Farther down the hall we found a second door leading into what sounded like the same room as the large one with many goblins we’d identified before. We got the bright idea to split our forces, and bust down the doors in tandem to try to pincer them.
It wasn’t a bad plan, per-se. If the doors hadn’t been locked, it would have been a good plan. But with the doors locked, and us needing to burst through the doors at the same time, and get it in one go or else alert the goblins…it was too many factors that could go wrong. So it is no wonder that it went wrong.
Tabot and Krysa took the door we’d just found, while Nanel and I circled back around and took the door in the trophy room. We waited until it seemed like the right time, then tried to burst the door from its hinges.
It held firm, despite our combined efforts.
I could hear the echoing bangs of Tabot trying on their door. I didn’t hear the crash of the door giving way—it appeared he’d run into a similar problem.
Nanel and I tried again, and on a second go we managed to throw the door open. I was the first one through, having thrown my entire weight into it.
So I was the first one on our side targeted by arrows from the goblin commandos—as was Tabot on his side. These goblins were already seething with the same rage effect we’d seen earlier. They also had another one of those war chanters, a bard, who began empowering them magically.
All of this paled in comparison to their leader, however. He was a goblin, like any other, but he was issuing commands whilst astride atop a giant gecko.
I could see Tabot had wedged himself into his doorway to protect Krysa, but a number of goblin commandos were baring down on him. I was torn, and asked Nanel who he thought I should prioritize—catching a bunch of the goblin minions in a single explosion, or going after the big guy himself. Nanel told me to go after Ripnugget and his pet, and he’d deal with the other goblins harassing Tabot. I agreed, and turned my attention to the goblin chieftain.
I threw an explosive at the mount, figuring something that big was likely less agile than a small goblin. My theory proved accurate as the explosive detonated across the reptile’s scales, and flames licked at his master.
Ripnugget directed his mount to crawl up the wall, putting him in an inconvenient position to try to attack—leaving him out of range of my sword entirely. But he also opened up a vulnerability—if his mount was taken out, he would fall along with it from that height.
So I aimed another explosive at him. But it wasn’t enough, still his mount hung on by a thread.
Tabot ran up next to me—the commandos dispatched, and asked what the plan was. I told him that I was trying to do, and he took his rarely-used bow and finished the mount, sending both the reptile’s corpse and the goblin atop it plummeting to the ground. And we were waiting for him.
He was still a dangerous foe, even without his lizard. He had a level of ferocity and expertise with his blade that I would not have expected from a mere goblin.
However, his last-ditch gambit was to run—or so it seemed at first glance. As we went after him, keeping pace, he turned to face us again. I think he may have been trying to get momentum to charge at us—but we foiled that plan by staying on his heels. I’m sure the goblin probably felt we were much like the much-hated hounds on a hunt.
After he was slain, we searched the area a bit, finding some small bit of treasure and a key for a chest elsewhere in the fortress.
We were exhausted after clearing out the goblin chief. I’d expended virtually all my healing potions and extracts, I think Nanel was out of healing magic as well, and Krysa was out of spells. Tabot would have to carry all three of us if we tried to go any farther this evening.
So we’ve retreated for the evening, and set up camp with Shalelu just outside the Tanglewood. She’s going to look after Shadowmist as she has the rest of our horses. As for the rabbits…I assume Tabot is going to just release them, although I don’t know what effect a dozen new rabbits will have on the local environment.
Tomorrow we venture deeper into Thistletop Fortress. And hopefully face Nualia at last, and get some answers.
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I enjoyed that Ludwig backstory post, so I wondered at what point did Krulu starts to feel attraction to new Admin? I mean, it’s surely a challenge to come to an understanding with a confused and rebellious only suitable vessel, fighting for their body and sanity and attempts to renounce corrupted god. Did he began to be attracted by the slowly fading mind of the newly minted administrator? Or their growing hopelessness from awareness of their situation? Or maybe when Admin finally became a maniac under Krulu’s control?
Or Krulu has adopted the crush from Ludwig while being inside him?
-Giorno anon
I like the concept of Krulu nurturing a crush for you while still inside Ludwig, but that's not quite the case. What he saw about you in Ludwig's mind helps solidify the fact that you'd be suitable, an already morbid soul who doesn't freak out as easily, whose tastes may make the bonding process smoother. He never expected to fall in love with you however.
Attraction to Admin will kickstart very soon, because even if you are freaking out about the whole situation and loathe Ludwig for what he did to you, you're still having conversations with Krulu in your mind. Much as the current situation scares you, your curiosity beckons you to listen and engage with the higher, much to your own chagrin. This willingness to interact is what saves you in the beginning, especially during rockier parts of your adaptation wherein your body struggles to contain Krulu and you start oozing blackness out of your pores, or growing new body parts temporarily.
The more you talk to Krulu, the more fascinated you are, the more you accept things, wanting to know more about the regal yet terrifying being that chose you as a vessel. Your growing admiration is something that flatters Krulu to no end after being isolated for so long, he nurtures and praises you for it, encouraging you to speak to him and confide in the higher. This creates a stable and pleasant bond between you two that, while not exactly love yet, sets the foundation for such over a short period of time.
Krulu's infatuation comes when he realizes you're smitten with him. It takes a while for him to identify this, but he eventually puts the pieces together by observing your body language and brain activity. You love him, and he didn't even have to manually force it. It's genuine love, knowing how he is and what he's done, you still fell in love with the deranged being and accept him. His attraction is immediate and perhaps a bit overwhelming for you, as it always is- A god's love is smoldering and incomprehensible.
This all takes place before The Clergy is made, mind you. Krulu has plans for it, but said blueprints won't come to fruition until he feels secure enough with his host.
I think Krulu would be incapable of loving someone if said person didn't already have a proclivity for morbidness or love all things menacing, which is why Admin must always be a somewhat tilted person and not just a random human. If you keep kicking and screaming for too long then there's no chance of love ever blossoming between you two.
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Here's my entry for the Beymas🎄🎅🏻🎇 organized by the lovely @parfaitkiwi <3 I was blessed with this pairing:
Giver: Kai
Receiver: Matilda
Kai and the 5 Steps to Better Problem-Solving
STEP 1 - IDENTIFY THE PROBLEM
Kai got involved in Secret Santa through an effective exercise of deception performed by his worthy intellectual rival, Hiromi. He was standing there, the little piece of green paper unfolded by his finger was showing the name to whom he was going to give his Christmas present.
Mathilda.
What was he supposed to gift to Mathilda?
He wasn’t even sure he knew the sound of her voice.
STEP 2 - GENERATE POTENTIAL SOLUTIONS
The first reaction was to turn to his right, to his so-called friend Hiromi and give her the iciest of his looks. As usual, it had no effect on her smug smirk. The only change in her expression was the raising of an eyebrow challenging him to say anything and silently asking if there was any problem.
Kai turned the paper in her direction and scoffed at her amused reaction.
“I give you the money, you buy her a gift.”
“It doesn’t work like that, you go and pick something for her, it’s the whole point,” Hiromi whispered back to him, her voice sounding menacing while she continued. “That or I will find who got your name and tell them how you secretly love the BTS and you’d love a Dakimakura of Jimin.”
Kai’s eyes widened in terror and disbelief at such cruelty while Hiromi decided to give him the death blow, raising her finger in warning. “And don’t you dare give her directly the money in an envelope.”
STEP 3 - CHOOSE ONE SOLUTION
Defeated and with his pride wounded, Kai started pondering on what could he gift to Mathilda.
It would have been annoying to have to buy something for Takao, Julia, Boris, worst of all Brooklyn, but with them, it would have been probably easier. Mathilda was a question mark, a quiet soul who almost never crossed her path with him.
Being at a total impasse, Kai figured he had to find a more structural, effective, and empirical way to find a solution.
So, he started the stalking:
STEP 4 - IMPLEMENT THE CHOSEN SOLUTION
Observing Mathilda from a distance for a few days Kai got his first impression confirmed: the girl was a question mark. Polite, joyful, never invasive, liked, and appreciated by everybody.
But he was himself observant and, even if nobody would have bet on it, very good at reading people and was attentive to details. So, he was pretty confident in what he finally chose.
During the Christmas Eve party, everybody had to put their gift under the big tree the BBA had placed in the conference center of their headquarters.
Kai waited for a moment of calm to go and retrieve one of the sticky notes to place on his gift, where he compiled the “From” and “To” with his name and Mathilda’s.
STEP 5 - EVALUATE RESULTS
Mathilda got close to the tree and scanned all the packages searching for her name. Kai was looking from the side and crossed her gaze when she automatically searched for him. She looked a bit surprised by her Secret Santa reveal, but she reached for the thin red envelope and crouched down to open it, her back to the room.
At the same time, Hiromi rushed towards him with an angry look and her typical judgemental finger in the air.
“Tell me you didn’t do it! How dared you!”
Kai looked at Hiromi a bit perplexed and also worried. After all, he did put the effort into the gift, he thought he had picked up all the clues and was satisfied with the result.
“What? She didn’t like it?”
It was Hiromi’s turn to be perplexed. “It’s an envelope, Kai, did you put money in it?”
“Of course not, I take your threats seriously.”
“So, why is she crying?”
Kai turned again towards Mathilda, she was still crouching down, but her posture had changed, her shoulders were quivering, and he could now hear the sound of her sniffling.
Kai and Hiromi both got closer until Hiromi could tap gently on her shoulder.
“Matty, are you ok?”
When Mathilda turned they saw she was most definitely crying, she was keeping the ripped envelope and the papers inside close to her chest, almost hugging and holding on to them. Mathilda looked up and searched for Kai and Kai could finally ease off the worry he had felt because, yes, she was crying, but it seemed a cry of happiness.
“Thank you!” Mathilda said with a contagious smile and showing to Hiromi the two tickets for the upcoming sold-out Harry Style concert in London. “How did you know?”
***Please, now picture Mathilda and Kai going to the HS concert in full glitters, sequins, and boas***
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Which is your favorite act of each circus skill Cirque du Soleil has ever included? Favorite trapeze act, favorite silks act, dance, icarian games, miscellaneous, etc.
Sweet you menace. You knew this would both delight me and derail my day. I am powerless but to respond.
(Disclaimer that categorizing and even identifying all circus acts is both impossible and a credit to the medium itself, this is neither a comprehensive list of acts nor a comprehensive list of my favorites, etc. etc.)
Adagio/acro/hand to hand - Adagio Quatuor, Luzia
Sensual, emotional, graceful expression of conflict, perfect set, perfect song, perfect voice. Check out 3:50-4:13 for what I personally think is the best moment in the entire show. Can't explain it. It just gives me chills every time.
Aerial hoop - Cerceaux, O
There is a lot of great lyra acts in Cirque, some with markedly stronger overall choreography and difficulty level, but this song in this setting, when the brides come in... this one is unmatched.
Aerial straps - Tlaloc, Luzia
Cirque is utterly oversaturated with aerial straps acts. But this one is real magic.
(like a billion more beneath the cut)
Balance - Rola bola, Kurios
How is there no decent video on hand?? Anyway this act is a heart attack no matter how many times you see it.
Banquine - Banquine, Quidam
You already know there's no other. 1:44 if you want goosebumps. The ghost twins are handled with such tender delicacy, and yet they're both totally hollow and interchangeable. Absolutely incredible.
Bars of any kind (Russian, uneven, tournik, high, etc.) - Uneven bars, Amaluna
Very nearly tournik here, but I just love the Amazons so much and feel like this entire show was shafted so I'm sticking with it.
Bungee - Bungees, Zed
There is basically no linkable footage of this act anywhere but it wins because of the set and song. And they're galaxies!!!
Contortion - Contortion, Kurios
Wish I could find decent footage of it onstage because it looks so cool with its proper base and setting. But I just love how energetic this act is, and the skill level is nuts.
Cradle (Russian, aerial, other, etc.) - Bateau, O
Aerial cradle meets parallel bars meets sheer genius.
Dance - Dance Interlude, La Nouba
This was very nearly Dei Ex Machina from Mystere because I'm obsessed with the new Monarch bird, but. There's a chance nothing else in the world matters besides this song.
Diabolo - Diabolo, Kooza
Who's doing it higher, faster, and better than this tbh. Plus his costume is just adorable.
Fire - Fire Knife Dance, Alegria IANL
This artist in particular takes the cake. You can feel his passion and joy. A perfect match for this act and show.
Flying trapeze - Flying trapeze, Mystere
It's categorically the best flying act in the entire world. Really nothing more to it. I've trained with a few people in the act too, so it has a very special place in my heart. 1:33 for an uprise that gives me a heart attack every. fucking. time.
Handbalancing - Handbalancing on canes, Varekai
This act lends itself very beautifully to different moods. I'm particularly fond of this chilly interpretation - La Promise is so mature here, so in control of herself and her surroundings.
Interlude - Dans L'Air, Quidam
Probably guessable. I never shut up about this one. Favorite moment in all of my Cirque experience. There is nothing like those lights coming up bright and hot as the red curtains stretch out, not before not since.
Juggling - Juggling, Amaluna
Love Cali, love Viktor Kee. No one on earth moves like him.
Non-juggling manipulation - Batons, Ka
Misc. aerial - Cloud swing, Quidam
Favorite Cirque act of all time. All time ever. I don't imagine anyone is clicking through all of these but if anyone chose just one, I'd want it to be this. The women with their ropes. Boum Boum trapped beneath the net. The bassist. The fact that Cirque hasn't touched this act once since it was retired in Quidam. Everything about it is perfection.
Misc. other things that swing - Swiss rings, Volta
I'll never forget seeing this live. A real shining jewel in a show that never got to become what it could have been.
Non-juggling manipulation (hoops, batons, ribbons, etc.) - Batons, Ka
Duhhhhh 😁
Russian swing - Russian swing, O
What really makes this act are the tiny interactions between artists. Everyone has a story and a reason to celebrate. The Russian swing itself becomes almost secondary to the setting it creates. Perfect example of a successful ensemble act.
Silks - Aerial contortion in silks, Quidam
Again, are there any others? This act is simply vicious.
Static trapeze - Triple trapeze, Varekai
Again, duhhh 😁. I wanted to be one of them so badly when I was younger.
Teeterboard - Korean plank, Mystere
Kind of a cheat because it's also powertrack but come on this act rules.
Trampoline (wall, power track, etc.) - Powertrack, La Nouba
Utterly devastating in its effectiveness. I truly do not care that today's powertrack acts are a million times more complex or high in skill level. This is precision and simplicity at its finest, and every dash of characterization shows the magic crammed into every moment of La Nouba. So many modern shows have never and could never in their wildest dreams. Lose my shit at 6:50.
Unicycle - Unicycles, Drawn To Life
No real footage because Disney is the worst. I don't even like unicycles and I adored this act.
Wheel (cyr, German, crossed, etc.) - Roue cyr, Corteo
Yet again it's that act/song combo that does me in. The precision this act demands! The bizarre darkness of the entire thing! I'm just obsessed.
Wheel of death - Wheel of death, Kooza
No one else should even try tbh. Even Ka can't match the energy, and the intimacy of the big top takes this act to the absolute maximum.
Wire - Tightwire, Amaluna
I don't really care for wire acts too much but I really liked this one! I was bummed when it was removed. It lent shape to the world in a really nice way.
#I'm exhausted thank you so much for this!!!#super fun#remembered a lot of forgotten faves#cirque du soleil#replies#suddenlyalright
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ch83—136 | a shibuya OST
what | 49 quintessentially shibuya sounding tracks from every which genre (except the overused nu-metal the fandom wants)
blurb | encountered one too many threads about the forthcoming (incredible sounding) shibuya OST filled w "it’s not hard/aggressive-sounding enough to fit the arc"-discourse, which gave me a rash, bc music w/o screaming can also sound (&go) hard af. so that forced me to assemble all my finest genre finds under the category “aggressive/raw/claustrophobic/menacing sounding tracks”, ranging from electro/ebm/breaks/idm → art pop/electronica/triphop → psychedelic rock & more. tldr here it is: the result of me being Affronted By Someone’s Musical Opinion On The Internet
playlist → spotify (cont updated)
tracklist | under cut
1. Identified Patient — Low Kust
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2. Tricky & Martina Topley-Bird — Hell Is Round The Corner
distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight
the kill which I share with my passengers
we take our fill, take our fill, take our fill
3. COUCOU CHLOE — WIZZ
high—not the first time (shh)
high—not your last time (shh)
4. Tzusing — Gait
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5. Martina Topley-Bird — Too Tough To Die
derision’s a cold wind against my skin
you keep a-flayin’ til there’s no skin at all
what’s to hold it together when you stumble
and you fall
6. Labrinth — Nate Growing Up
player, player put the money on it
7. Smoke City — Devil Mood
I feel in a devil of a mood
being instilled by the devil
wicked hot, brings me so much pain
and pleasure I can’t keep away
8. Massive Attack — Risingson
now you’re lost and you’re lethal
and now’s about the time you gotta leave all
these good people; dream on
9. Portishead — Wandering Star
those who have seen the needle’s eye
now tread like a husk
from which all that was now has fled
and the masks that the monsters wear
to feed upon their prey
10. The Herbaliser — The Sensual Woman
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11. Vessel — Red Sex
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12. Björk — Hunter
I’m not stopping: I’m going hunting
I’m the hunter—I’ll bring back the goods
13. Sofa Surfers — Hardwire
psychic shrapnel
the ruin in me
I don’t want no heroes
cause someday you see the wire
14. Dollkraut — Rollercoaster
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15. Nearly God, Terry Hall & Martina Topley-Bird — Poems
forget the punk, I pack the funk
I’m gonna take a piece of you
16. Tristesse Contemporaine — Daytime Nighttime
I just keep crashing, living on my rations
the bullets and the roses, devil and the poses
don’t know where my ghost is; don’t know where my home is
guess we never chose this
17. Tzusing — 日出東方 唯我不敗
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18. Björk — Army of Me
you’ll meet an army of me
army of me
19. Erik Lundin — Gold
my sight aims on the horizon
through my pulse
and my temperature rising
20. Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet — Ledge
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21. Tzusing — Residual Stress
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22. The Prodigy — Breathe
breathe the pressure
come play my game, I’ll test ya
psychosomatic, addict, insane
23. Caterina Barbieri — Memory Leak
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24. Radiohead — The National Anthem
everyone is so near
everyone has got the fear
it’s holding on
25. UNKLE & Thom Yorke — Rabbit In Your Headlights
fat bloody fingers
are suckin’ your soul
away, away, away
26. Queens of the Stone Age — “You Got A Killer Scene There, Man…”
what’s the fuckin’ difference, we all gonna die
you gonna do something killer?
c’mon, give it a try
27. Paul Kalkbrenner — Gebrünn Gebrünn
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28. Underworld — and the colour red
dark
charge
no, no, no
dark
charge
no, no, no
29. Tricky & Martina Topley-Bird — Black Steel
I’m not a fugitive on the run
but a brother like me began to be another one
public enemy servin’ time, they drew the line y’all
they criticize me for some crime
30. Justice — Genesis
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31. Alice In Chains — Would?
am I wrong? have I run too far to get home?
have I gone? and left you here alone?
32. Mother Love Bone — This Is Shangrila
so don’t you die on me, babe
don’t you die on me
‘cause love is all good people need
33. Linkin Park — Faint
I can’t feel the way I did before
don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored
time won’t heal this damage anymore
34. Labrinth — Mount Everest
I burn down my house and build it up again
(tell ‘em)
I burn it down twice just for the fun of it
(tell ‘em)
35. Vince Staples & Snoh Aalegra — Jump Off The Roof
highway to hell and I’m speeding
one way to tell if I’m breathing
on three let’s jump off the roof
36. Blawan — Body Ramen
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37. David Holmes presents The Free Association — Le Baggage
rise (rise, rise)
rise above ground
38. Nearly God & Björk — Keep Your Mouth Shut
better keep your mouth shut, babe
next to your chest
better keep your mouth closed, baby
and keep it close to your chest
39. The Dead Weather — 60 Feet Tall
I know it ain’t easy
I must tap your evil well
boy, you come roaring
like a bat out of hell
40. Giant Swan — Boasting
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41. Screaming Trees — Shadow of the Season
the hour is ending, can’t you see
there is no way now to get free
in the shadow of the season
without a reason to carry on
42. Underworld — Bruce Lee
bullet got the wrong bloke
but he don’t die anyway
it’s nothing mortal
but he don’t move
43. Amon Tobin & MC Decimal R. — Verbal
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44. Massive Attack & Young Fathers — Voodoo In My Blood
voodoo in my blood is livid
blood take, I’m chillin’, chill me
got the soul of a mimic
sign of the wars is my grinning
45. Blawan — Under Belly
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46. Massive Attack & Roots Manuva — Dead Editors
‘cause to live or to die for
we all search for some kind of truth
47. Gonjasufi — Your Maker (Daddy G Remix)
is anyone else tired
from working on a spaceship?
from walking on a wire?
48. Labrinth — Gangster
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49. Tzusing — 戴綠帽 (Wear Green Hat)
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#fandom: jujutsu kaisen#work: music#jjk music#ddelline's music blog#ddelline’s galaxy brain jjk blog#jujutsu kaisen#fandom extras: OSTs
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Slaves to Perfection
One of the things I have a bit of a habit of doing is comparing similar characters or themes across various pieces of media and see what one says about the other. How seeing things from a different perspective can put the other into focus and all that.
With this in mind, let's talk about Azula for a moment. A common misconception about her is that she is assumed to have a lot more agency in her actions than most. That being the Crown Princess and the "favorite" of Ozai, she naturally has more say in what she does. And as such, she has a lot to answer for.
Now while I can't exactly argue that Azula has done bad things in the past of her own volition (looks at the burning net incident for example), I don't believe she has a great deal of autonomy as some people might assume. And there happens to be a character that demonstrates what I'm talking about perfectly.
Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness is the second in what is commonly referred to as the Orre duology (which includes the earlier released Pokemon Colosseum). While essentially being a Pokemon game in both spirit and in mechanics, it's also noted for being among some of the darker installments in the franchise. The culmination of this is the introduction of "Shadow Pokemon" (later reintroduced via Pokemon GO!).
Shadow Pokemon are...unique. They're Pokemon who've had their hearts artificially shut, turning them into what is described in-universe as "fighting machines." All their personality is suppressed and replaced with violence and aggression to make a better weapon. Think of them as volatile bundles of rage.
And the apex of this is Shadow Lugia, a.k.a XD-001. Shadow Lugia is one of the main driving forces of the game, directly responsible for abducting a cruise ship and capturing a ton of Pokemon for the criminal group Cipher to corrupt. He was designed to be the ultimate Shadow Pokemon. Terrifyingly powerful, he's the biggest threat the Orre region faces outside of Cipher's Grandmaster himself. To make matters worse, he's said to be so corrupted, he's resistant to any attempts of purification. Not to mention unlike other Shadow Pokemon, who you need to read their aura and behavior to identify them as such, Lugia underwent radical body changes when he was conditioned into XD-001:
The interesting tidbit I found was...Azula and Shadow Lugia have a lot of parallels with one another.
Both of them for example are essentially the attack dogs of the main antagonist: Azula for Ozai, Shadow Lugia for Greevil. Both of them do a lot of the heavy lifting for their respective masters: Azula is the one who took down Ba Sing Se and organized the defense during the Day of the Black Sun, while XD-001 was responsible for procuring the Pokemon necessary for Cipher's plans. And both of them are associated a lot with perfection and high expectations: Azula's drive for perfection and the crushing expectations from her father is one of the pillars of her breakdown, while Lugia spent most of the game getting "fine-tuned" by Lovrina for not managing to lug the S.S. Libra all the way across the region. Not to mention both are heavily associated with fear and are fought in the final battle.
But...here's where things get a little messy. See, despite how terrifyingly powerful and menacing Shadow Lugia is...he's just a slave.
Lugia never chose to be turned into what he is. He was conditioned to solely be Greevil's "most loyal servant" with no free will of his own. Hell, that scene where he captures the S.S. Libra? He gets a signal first before acting, almost like a machine turning. Even his codename XD-001 is less of a name and more something that you'd name a weapon. Despite being deemed by Greevil to be the leader of his army of Shadow Pokemon, he essentially has no will of his own and has to go along with it. And he's treated as such by the narrative, where snagging him from Greevil's clutches is a big part of the game.
Azula is very much in the same boat when you apply that logic. Cruel as she is, Azula didn't have a whole lot of room to be her own person, even being named after her grandfather rather than having her own name. Ozai carefully conditioned her into being his weapon, before throwing her to the wolves by abandoning her in a worthless position. There wasn't any room for kindness, otherwise, that small portion of love shown would've been reduced to cinders along with her face. With no real alternative world viewpoint, Azula had about as much free will as you might expect any other weapon.
Azula was a monster and weapon first in Ozai's eyes, not a person. And under his influence, she had no real chance to change herself for the better in the show proper.
Which begs the question: when one is conditioned to be a monster, has no real alternative where all the others result in you either being maimed, punished, or "fine-tuned"...how much free will does one really have?
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I used to be firmly in the camp of The Prequels Suck and You Should Watch the Original Series First and nothing would change my mind. Then we showed Star Wars to our son.
My wife and I sat him down and explained how Star Wars was released and gave him the option of seeing it “like we did” (which I thought he would jump at because he’s such a little snob about retro experiences) or experiencing it in chronological order. I was sure he’d pick The Correct Way but no. He chose chronological.
I was kind of annoyed by this but it’s what he wanted. So that’s what we did. I, to my chagrin, fired up The Phantom Menace and away we went.
And something amazing happened. The little dude FELL IN LOVE with Anakin. Anakin was his absolute hero. A total badass. The guy he rooted for and identified with. He couldn’t wait to see how Anakin progressed and how he would eventually Save The Day. Which was a sentiment he held for about two and a half movies.
And then Anakin fell. He swore his allegiance to the dark side and started his way into becoming the avatar of evil that we all know and love today. It absolutely broke my son. He was devastated. He cried and wailed and kept saying “this can’t be happening” and “oh my heart, Anakin why?” The little dude was absolutely destroyed. He could not believe it.
The result of that is that he was 1000% more into the original trilogy than anything I’ve seen him watch before or since. He immediately saw the potential in Luke and couldn’t wait for him to learn the ways of the Jedi. He cheered when Luke used the force to destroy the Death Star. He cheered when Luke met Yoda. He gasped in horror when he lost his arm. He was nervous when he showed up in a black cloak and robot arm in Jedi. And he wept tears of joy when Luke redeemed Anakin.
This was the first time I got to see someone experience Star Wars in this way and something inside my clicked. I finally understood the point of the prequels on a level I never imagined. I realized how blinded by my own experiences I had been. I saw Lucas’s designs more clearly than I ever had. I got to appreciate Star Wars as the generational epic it was intended, unhindered by my hipster cynicism and naysaying.
There’s a lot of talk about “preserving the twists” of the original trilogy but rarely do we hear about the new twists that come about watching it in chronological order. Yes, it absolutely changes and recontextualizes things, but not necessarily in a bad way. It might even be better.
After we watched my son hugged me and told me that if I ever fell to the dark side like Anakin he would absolutely make sure I turned good again and, fuck dude, I don’t think I could trade that for anything.
So I dunno, man. Maybe let go of your notions of what Star Wars needs to be and experience it through the eyes of the next generation. You might find yourself rewarded in ways you never thought possible.
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Bluebird
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by Nation_Ustria
Dick absolutely adores his soulmarks. As soon as he’s old enough to understand what they are, he takes every available opportunity to twist in front of mirrors to see the vivid handprints on his back. They’re marks of love, after all, cemented into place when his Mami and Tati held him for the very first time. They’re the universe’s promise that they’ll love each other forever and always.
And they do, up until Mami and Tati aren’t alive to love Dick anymore.
Thankfully, a new soulmate is there to take care of him in the aftermath.
(Or, the beginning of my platonic soulmates batfam AU.)
Words: 1988, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Make Your Mark (Don't Let It Fade)
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Dick Grayson, Mary Grayson, John Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon (mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth, for like two seconds anyway
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & John Grayson, Dick Grayson & Mary Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Platonic Soulmates, Father-Son Relationship, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Dick Grayson is Robin, Young Dick Grayson, Canonical Character Death, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson is a Menace, One Shot, Romani Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne is So Done, How Do I Tag, Short & Sweet, or bittersweet I guess
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.022 (personnes charmantes et menaces de mort)
Je vais faire attention. Après mon rdv client, je me suis dirigée vers le nouvel arrivant du shop. Je me suis présentée et lui ai serré la main. Sa voix m'a immédiatement rappelée celle d'Al. un accent de l'est. du russe dans son anglais. j'ai été un peu charmée et le reconnaissant, je me suis dit "non. je vais faire attention et garder mes distances".
Je reviens de l'étranger, où j'ai vu R. pour notre rupture officielle. Il a été violent. de retour à Paris, je me rends compte d'à quel point mes limites sont depuis longtemps balayées à ses côtés. Comme constamment j'ai eu besoin de me battre pour dire ce que je pense, comme ce n'a presque jamais été pris en compte ou respecté. Je pense à ses cris, à sa façon de frapper des objets avec fracas, à ses silences calculés, aux photos qu'il voulait de mon sexe et à sa façon d'insister malgré mon inconfort, à toutes ces petites phrases pour me descendre, me comparer ou me faire douter de moi.
"you're too sensitive"/"that's why you don't have friend"/"you're ruining my day"/"fuck this I'm done"/"you destroy my life"/"it's all your fault"/"you're borderline, Im not gonna talk to you"/"you just switched, you're crazy"/"this is irrelevant"/"I have to hide things from you because you're just too insecure and jealous"/"You make me waste my time"/"you cannot take a joke"/"you've infected me with your poorness"/ R. qui implique qu'il n'est mauvais qu'avec moi, donc que ça a à voir avec la personne que je suis, mais toujours quand cette personne ne plie pas à son désir d'image ou lutte contre son contrôle/etc/ et à la question "donc tu préfères t'accrocher à défendre ta plus petite opinion plutôt que te soucier du fait que je me sente respectée?" la réponse bien pesée "yes"
J'en parle à mon amie C. mais elle ne comprend pas. Elle n'a jamais vécu ce genre d'abus. On ne peut pas expliquer la confusion qu'engendre ce genre de relation. le doute constant qui s'instille.
Pendant que je lui listais les faits, les coups dans les murs, les regards haineux, les piques, les white lies, elle les absorbait sans sembler y accorder de la gravité. Ce qui m'a rappelé les gens autour de mon frère quand j'avais eu déjà ce genre de situation - mais bien plus grave. Je suis éreintée. éreintée. je ne sais pas si les gens que j'ai aimé m'ont jamais aimée ou respectée. je ne comprends plus rien.
je suis parano, je cherche et retourne tout ce que j'ai fait ou dit pour comprendre. je comprends encore moins. en face on m'assène d'insultes et on me répète que je devrais savoir à quel point je suis vile, à quel point je mérite que je goute leurs rages.
pendant des mois, alors que j'avais fui une menace qui devenait physique, et que je ne savais plus rien dire, eux parlaient. et se faisaient un récit de moi, de la sous merde que j'étais. et de la famille j'ai été excommuniée. en doublure, on ajoutait que je me positionnais comme victime.
ceux qui savent diront que c'est juste une situation où une personne se fait pour but de me descendre, en me rabaissant, me menaçant, m'intimidant, et en me diffamant. qu'il y a des patterns reconnaissables, identifiables, de personnalité narcissique en crise de rage.
mais je ne me fais plus confiance, je deviens parano, je me vois comme quelqu'un horrible, comme la personne qu'ils me décrivent à répétition. est ce que c'est moi la personne narcissique? est ce que je manipule? est ce que je suis menaçante? est ce que j'ai vraiment dit ses choses? est ce que j'ai vraiment fait ça?
je ne cherche plus à me défendre. j'ai autant disparue qu'ils m'ont effacée. pendant des années j'ai erré en souffrant de n'avoir pas de lieu où rentrer, en sachant qu'on ne me défendrait pas, qu'on ne m'écouterait pas. en écrivant ça j'entends encore dans mon crâne sa voix qui me répète que je me pose en victime, que je ne suis qu'une personne faible, je panique à l'idée qu'il tombe sur ce texte, parce que je sais qu'il saurait le retourner contre moi.
Et R. qui avant que je parte, vient s'excuser plein de calcul de son explosion de colère de la veille et s'assure "mais comment tu vas parler de moi à tes amis? je ne veux pas qu'ils pensent du mal de moi". est ce qu'il ne pourrait pas penser plutôt "j'aurais voulu ne pas te faire de mal".
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The Walkout
teen!Sherlock x teen!reader
Summary: Planning a walkout and getting interrupted by Sherlock.
gn!reader | requested by anon and @oliveoilthoughts | masterlist
[ tw: mentions of transphobia ]
“Can you please keep it down?” The curly haired boy asked, finally looking up from his book. “I’m trying to read here.”
“We’re trying to stage a walkout, sorry for the inconvenience,” one of your friends replied, rolling her eyes.
Sherlock looked shocked at the idea, then decided it was none of his business. But that did not prevent him from mumbling something about how libraries were meant to be quiet.
But that was exactly why you chose that venue. Your school had a lot of great things but a good library wasn't one of them. This was why most students usually hit the public library for research, which meant the school one remained empty.
Well, almost empty.
After the meeting was over, you slid next to Sherlock.
“Hello!” You said brightly.
He looked up, almost surprised that there’s someone talking to him.
“What do you want?”
“A pleasant conversation, I suppose.”
“That’d require atleast one of us to be pleasant.”
You laughed and took a random book from the shelf. He looked at you in wonder when you started reading.
“I was trying to insult you,” he said firmly.
“Well then, I think you need to try harder.”
“Don’t you have places to be?” He asked. “I thought I heard something about a walkout.”
“That’s tomorrow. Speaking of, do you want to join us?”
“I don’t even know what it’s for.”
“It’s always about change,” you said, shrugging. “We’re trying to make the school less shitty. Were you in the last school assembly?”
“No.”
“That’s good. It was a shitshow anyway. The headmaster brought in someone called Helena to talk about student safety — which is a good thing for them to do — but the spokesperson was very dumb. She said “people who identify as being in the LGBTQ community are definitely more prone to be in danger, so it’s better if you don’t fall into such hypocrisy.” She went on to rant on how “internet is creating more LGBTQ people.””
He frowned. “Well that’s incredibly stupid of Helena.”
“I know right! There was a feedback session and my friend openly called the entire thing bullshit in front of everyone so she’s suspended for a week.”
“How’s the walkout going to help her?” He asked, as if he can’t figure out your thought process.
“Well Will, I hope it does,” you shrugged. “Doing something is better than just standing by.”
Sherlock seemed more fidgety. Everyone called him by his first name, and he never bothered to correct them. It was not like he was going to see them again anyway. Even though he wanted to say “call me sherlock,” he bit his tongue.
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The walkout went better than you expected. Almost half the school had been by your group, chanting slogans and yelling to unfuck the school system. It made you feel like a part of something that’s bringing actual change.
Until the headmaster came, of course.
“Everyone get inside this moment if you don't want to be suspended,” he yelled, and you saw uncomfortable shiftings in the crowd.
“No, he can’t do that without a reason! Guys c’mon, we made it this far!” You said to the reluctant people near you, but you could only talk to 5 people at once. What about the dozens of others who’s now looking like they don't know what to do?
“Get in. Now!” The headmaster yelled, more louder.
Just as some people started to talk among themselves, the curly haired boy appeared out of nowhere, right in front of the headmaster.
“Actually you can’t do that,” he said lazily.
“You wanna find out?” Came the menacing answer.
“Yes, I do,” Sherlock smiled. “There are dozens of us here. Do you expect me to believe you’ll suspend all of them? I’m sure the teachers don't want to explain quantum mechanics to a room full of empty chairs.”
“Mr. Holmes—”
“With all due respect, I wasn’t done talking. So to your question, yes. I do want to find out. What are you going to do?”
The headmaster went pale, suddenly looking timid in front of the wave of determined students.
Sherlock smirked and weaved through the crowd to stand beside you.
“You came!” You said, though your voice held no surprise, only gratitude.
“Of course I did,” he replied, taking a look at the way the headmaster looked like he’ll give up any second.
“Thanks, Will.”
“Actually,” he glanced at you with uncertain adoration, “call me Sherlock.”
#sherlock x reader#sherlock x y/n#sherlock holmes x reader#bbc sherlock#fluff#angst#teen#teen!sherlock#au#modern au#gender neutral y/n#oneshots#imagines#reader inserts
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The Thalmor in Valenwood
Originally posted in r/teslore in response to the question: "In TES: V Delphine mentions that Wood Elves have as much reason to hate the Thalmor. What reason does Wood Elves have to hate the Thalmor?"
Delphine doesn't actually say that the Bosmer in general have reason to hate the Thalmor, just that Malborn does.
Don't worry about Malborn. He's not a dangerous character like you, but he hates the Thalmor at least as much as I do. He's a wood elf - the Thalmor wiped out his family back in Valenwood during one of their purges that we never hear about.
The other source we have on the fate of Malborn's family is J'datharr's Note, written by Elenwen or one of her subordinates:
Malborn is not his real name - he's now been identified as a survivor of a family of traitors who were all believed to have died in a fire in Falinesti.
And from those facts spring a thousand fan theories.
I think fans over-estimate Bosmer discontent with the Dominion. To begin with, the Dominion was brought about by an allliance between the Altmer Thalmor and certain Bosmer factions.
The Great War says:
In 4E 29, the government of Valenwood was overthrown by Thalmor collaborators and a union with Alinor proclaimed. It appears that Thalmor agents had formed close ties to certain Bosmeri factions even before the Oblivion Crisis. The Empire and its Bosmer allies, caught completely off guard, were quickly defeated by the much-better prepared Altmer forces that invaded Valenwood on the heels of the coup. Thus was the Aldmeri Dominion reborn.
Lathenil of Sunhold offers up a more-detailed analysis of how Valenwood was taken by the Thalmor in Volume IV of Rising Threat:
Before my efforts could come to fruition, the Thalmor struck: another coup, this time in Valenwood. The Empire was not prepared for the Thalmor's subterfuge and stratagem.
There are those who claim the combined Altmer and Bosmer forces greatly out-matched the Empire, but this is a farce. This short, savage campaign was won by the Thalmor even before first blood was drawn. They waited and watched their enemy, they chose where and when they would attack. The Thalmor were able to bring the full fury of their small contingent of Altmer and Bosmer to any of several Imperial strongholds.
Contrary to the posturing of the Empire's generals, the Thalmor did not command greater numbers. They had better spies and greater mobility, and knew how best to use them. This is the menace that the Thalmor represent! They are cruel and merciless, but they are no fools! They are devious and subtle, and so very patient.
So, Lathenil agrees that there were Bosmer members of the Thalmor take-over.
I think that there are two pieces of evidence for Valenwood being way more pro-Thalmor than a lot of fans imagine. One, the Dominion's successful takeover of Valenwood was a huge surprise to the Empire, and the short war against the Empire to take Valenwood was won without tons of Dominion troops. That suggests the populace was pretty ok with what was happening, though it's likely they just didn't care one way or another.
The second is that in the run-up to the Great War, the Thalmor were able to kill every Blades agent in Valenwood and send their heads to the Imperial City as part of the 30th of Frostfall Surprise. They were able to take the Empire by surprise with an attack from Valenwood territory into Colovia. That level of counter-intelligence and control isn't something you'd expect in a territory with lots of resistance to the Thalmor.
Malborn's family possibly dying in a purge doesn't say much about the general Bosmer population's issues either. Because there were purges in Summerset itself. To quote Lathenil again,
They overthrew the rightful Kings and Queens of the Altmer. I remember the revulsion and horror that took hold when word reached me - that this dementia had gripped my homeland. Once so proud and majestic, many of our great race actually embraced this insanity! Then the first of many pogroms descended on Summerset Isle. They slaughtered any who were not "of the blood of the Aldmer." A fine excuse to purge the dissidents, as well - the Thalmor have never been ones to waste such an opportunity.
and from The Great War, regarding the years after the Dominion was incorporated.
Shortly afterward the Aldmeri Dominion severed all contact with the Empire. For seventy years they were silent. Most scholars believe there was some sort of internal strife in Alinor, but very little is known of the factional struggles that went on inside the Dominion while the Thalmor consolidated its power in Summerset and Valenwood.
The Thalmor hunted down refugees from the Dominion and half-bloods in Sentinel (per Fasendil and the Keyes' books) and Balfiera (per Keyes).
But we don't conclude from those suggestions of mass bloodshed that the Altmer en masse hate the Thalmor, so why should we think that of the Bosmer?
The average Bosmer could have an entire range of opinions about the Thalmor from hating their guts, to not caring about them one way or another, to thinking them the saviours of mer. And we have almost nothing to tell us what the popular mood is right now in either Valenwood or Summerset.
ETA: One other data point if you're interested in Valenwood under the Dominion. There was an Imperial-funded rebellion there at the time of Lord of Souls.
It’s much worse in Valenwood—our supplies are no longer reliably getting to the rebels there. Sixty were caught and executed last week, along with four of our own men. There’s a leak we [the Penitus Oculatus] don’t know about, someplace. They know too much about our movements.
That's as of 4E 48, no indication of how serious and expansive a rebellion it was.
Second comment.
One other source I had at the back of my mind but couldn't find last night. Summerset was funding at least one Bosmer tribe during the War of the Blue Divide in 3E 396:
During the black year of 396, when the Parikh tribe began their rampage through southeastern Valenwood with the aid of powers from the Summurset Isle, Lady Benoch fought the futile battle to keep her tribe's land.
Words and Philosophy
The general account goes straight from Summerset and Valenwood at war with each other in 3E 396, to the Dominon being founded in 4E 29, with no hint of how any common ground was found in between. So, the fact that Summerset had an alliance with at least one Bosmer tribe even during the war is really interesting. Certain parties in Summerset were already scheming with certain parties in Valenwood, maybe not the same groups that would unite in the Dominion, but the Bosmer weren't united even then.
Another follow-up comment
Understanding the Thalmor coup in Valenwood begins with knowing Valenwood's terrible position under the Empire. The Pocket Guide to the Empire, an official Imperial publication that tried to be optimistic in nearly all its other sections, had nothing positive to say of the later Septim Empire's presence in Valenwood, characterized Valenwood as a failed state, and warned that there were signs of some upheaval coming.
Current Events: The political weakness of Valenwood has been evident for more than twenty years now, and the Bosmer seem resigned to this state of affairs. The land is considered by most to be a mere geographical designation without any political purpose. If there is honor or pride, it is with one's family or clan. National feeling, never strong, seems to have died. The tribal council has not met in decades. Valenwood appears to be adrift.
And yet there are signs of other forces stirring. The Wild Hunt has been sighted for the first time in over five hundred years, although to what purpose is not yet clear. Falinesti, the "walking city" of trees, has rooted itself for the first time in recorded history. A new Bosmer prophet has arisen, known only as the Precursor, who preaches that the old Forest God Y'ffre is returning with new gifts for his favored people. Whether these are isolated events, or signs of some great change coming to Valenwood, remains to be seen.
Was "the Precursor" related to the Thalmor spies and allies within Valenwood, possibly? Or are they separate, but manifestations of the same spirit of unrest?
Anyway, there definitely have been Bosmer who oppose the Thalmor in Valenwood, but there are also Bosmer who supported it and they have been very important to the creation of the Aldmeri Dominion.
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