#i say :P but i’m genuinely a little terrified

[roachmeatz]

SOME of these were posted on the old acct but wtv just pretend they’re new

Masterpost

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #gamzee makara #bro strider #dave strider #jake english #roxy lalonde #jade harley #doc scratch #rose lalonde #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #vrisrezi #karkat vantas #eridan ampora #nepeta leijon #i say :P but i’m genuinely a little terrified

[loomiseater]

Pissed (no this does NOT have any pee kinks)

warnings: smut ofc!, fem reader!, mean and toxic Rafe, dub con, Dacryphilia, choking, and, p in v. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I’ve written fics before but it’s only for my notes, so this is the first fic I’ve written that’s being published. Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing. Would you believe this took me an hour to write?

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This definitely isn’t repost worthy 😭 but if you do please give creds. @Loomiseater (Tumblr).

Written: April 21, 2024

Published: April 21, 2024

Summary: Rafe is pissed that you were hanging out with the Pouges. 

“I go on vacation for a week! One fucking week! just to find out you were hanging out with those pouges?!” You could hear Rafe’s voice echoing from downstairs along with the door slamming. His footsteps were starting to get louder as he ran up the stairs angrily. 

You cover your face with the bed sheets to pretend like you’re asleep. The doorknob twists as Rafe comes rushing into the bedroom like a maniac. “Get up! I know you’re not sleep” He announced while yanking the sheets off of you. “I know you heard what I said downstairs!” He shouted. “Why are you so pissed that I wanted to hang out with my friends?” You say softly. When Rafe is angry, it’s best to speak to him in a calm, gentle voice so you don’t piss him off even more.

“Why am I so pissed?” He repeatedly uttered to himself like he heard the most unbelievable thing ever. You got up off the bed to try and calm him down but he pushed you right back down. “This is what I get for trying to fix a broke bitch” He said in a chuckle to himself. Your heart shattered at his words. Rafe has always been mean during arguments or when he’s upset but he’s never spoke this ill of you.

“Are you serious?” You asked as tears began to appear in your eyes. “You’re an ungrateful little bitch, you know that?” He started off with a pointed finger. “I buy this big house for not only me but you too, I give you a weekly allowance so you don’t have to work, AND I took your ass out the Cut!” He yelled. It’s like his voice gets louder each time. “And this is how you repay me? Hm?” He questioned as his face got closer to yours. 

You tried your best not to cry but the tears started flowing and the sobs got louder. His hand wrapped around your neck and the oxygen for you was running out. “You are MY wife, understand?” Rafe questioned as you nodded your head. You tried to move his hand off your neck but he only tightened his grip. 

“I only do this because you’re not safe when hanging around Pouges” he explained as his eyes softened while moving some hair out of your face. Your chest was starting to hurt from all the pressure Rafe was putting on your neck. “P-please, let me go” the words struggled to come out of your mouth and Rafe finally released his hand from your neck. Nothing but choked sobs could come out as Rafe immediately apologized.

His face was filled with nothing but regret…this was the first time you’ve ever seen Rafe genuinely sorry. “I’m so sorry baby!” he expressed while moving his forehead against yours. “It’s okay” you say that but you didn’t really mean it. Deep down you’re terrified of Rafe. You know what he’s capable of. What he can do to you and get away with it.

“I just got into argument with my dad and- I took my anger out all on you” he explained anxiously. “No, really Rafe- like I said, I’m fine” you said while wiping the tears that were still falling.

“Y/n, don’t lie to me!” He said sternly as you jump a bit. He noticed this action and gently grabbed your hands. “Let me make it up to you” Rafe says while placing kisses down your neck. You weren’t really in the mood after what just happened. “Rafe. No” you say, unsure what’s about to happen next.

“Shut up, I’m making it up to you” he said while pushing you down on your back and leaving trails of kisses down your neck. It was like he didn’t care, but it’s always been like this. What Rafe wants, Rafe gets. He started places kisses to your exposed chest, you were in nothing but a bra and shorts. 

You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to do this but your body was telling you something else. The tension was thick between you and Rafe and your body was heating up. Your bra was being unclipped, he then threw it to the floor, not caring where it landed. He gently grabbed one of your breasts and started sucking on your nipple softly while looking you in the eye. You didn’t break eye contact with him, it was turning you on even more. Soft moans flew from your mouth as Rafe kept sucking.

“P-please” You choked out as Rafe let out a dark chuckle. “Please what? You want me to fuck you, huh?” He replied with that stupid smirk he always has. He slowly slid off your shorts and felt you. “All that resisting just for me to feel how wet you are” he laughed. He was right, after what he did to you, you were somehow soaked.

Rafe flipped you onto your stomach and left a hard smack to your ass. You hissed at how hard the slap was and it’s like he somehow got even harder. His dick was straining under the sweats he had on as he was pressing against your ass. You could feel kisses being placed on along your back along with a groan Rafe let out. He began take his clothes off and get on his knees behind you as you felt him shove himself in. It caught you off guard, resulting in you letting out a loud moan.

“Shit you’re so tight!” He expressed as he through his head back. He didn’t even wait for you to adjust, he began thrusting inside you like a mad man. The room was filled with nothing but the squelching sound from your pussy and grunts from Rafe’s mouth. “Fuck!” You muttered to yourself. You didn’t want to giveaway how much you were enjoying this but you're pretty sure your wetness spoke for itself. 

He pulled out and slammed back into you as you tightly grabbed the sheets beneath you. The familiar feeling was rising in your stomach. Rafe grabbed your hair and made sure your back was fleshed between his chest as he spoke into your ear. “Pussy so good, make me wanna put a baby in you” he grunted as you came all over his dick from just his words but that didn’t stop him. That was probably the loudest moan you’ve ever let out. 

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You shout as tears flow from your eyes from the overstimulation. Rafe looked down at the mess you made on his dick and it made him whine, almost cumming at the sight in front of him. He pulled out and turn you back on your back. With no warning he put your legs on his shoulders and began thrusting. “Rafe!” You moaned as he was sliding in and out of you. Yours nails deeply scratched his back which led him to slower his thrusts. 

“Your so perfect” He said lowly. Nothing could come out from you except for sobs. “It’s too much Rafe!” You whined from all the stimulation. "You look so pretty when cry" And when Rafe saw you crying he let out a groan while cumming inside you. He began kissing you and rubbing your clit until your legs were shaking. It’s like he knew the exact moment you would finish. He pulled out as you squirted, letting his dick get covered in it while he began to thrust himself in his hand. This time, painting your thighs white.

“You did so good, baby” He says while placing a kiss to your forehead. You passed out on the pillow from your recent activity as Rafe got from off the bed and cleaned you with a wet hand towel.

#rafe smut #rafecore #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe fic #rafe outer banks #smut fic #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx x reader #obx fic #obx fanfiction #drew starkey #loomiseater

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Astarion x fem reader)

[Warnings - love confession, P-N-V, cream pie, lovemaking, marking, claiming, soft dom Astarion, sub reader ]

“How many times do I have to tell you Astarion, no!” You snapped for the upteenth time at Astarion’s desperate attempts to accept his advances, but not because you didn’t like him, it was actually the opposite… you loved him. That’s why you were trying so hard to keep him away, you were growing dangerous and unpredictable with the tadpole in your brain, it manipulated you into doing dangerous, evil things, and you were terrified of your impulses that you were getting weaker and weaker to control by the day. You were turning into a monster.

“Why not?!” He cried out with a usual fit, “Is it me? Because I really need to know if this is you just trying to play hard to get or if you genuinely hate me, it’s getting hard to tell, dear!” He waved his hands in the air in a defeated gesture, his expression softening slightly as he stepped closer, his tone softer, “Is it me?”

You looked at him with such a pained expression, you were so conflicted, so scared, you knew he wouldn’t give up unless you blatantly rejected him and even then he still might keep trying, but that wasn’t even it! You loved him… but you couldn’t risk hurting him, even if that meant loosing him In a way, and you knew if you told him what you actually thought he would never give up, but hearing him voice his insecurities of himself… thinking he’s the problem… when he’s not, nor could he ever, it broke your heart to see the look on his face as he awaited your answer. “No Astarion, it could never be you, there’s not a thing wrong with you that i dislike…”

“Oh don’t go and do the whole “it’s not you it’s me” phrase, don’t make ME feel guilty just because you don’t like the man I am, or what I am… just be honest if your disgusted by me, if you don’t trust me, if you fear me, but DO NOT LIE TO ME!” He cried out in a rare moment of vulnerability, he’s had this built up for as long as he could, but now he’s finally broke, “I’ve had enough of that in my life…” he spoke out so softly, his head drooping down as he frowned, trying not to tear up or let his voice crack. Gods… he loved you so much he would tear out his own heart right now if that’s what he needed to prove it. “Please Y/N… just give me a chance, I swear… i-i can change, I can be a better man, I-“ you had to cut him off.

“Astarion, enough!” You couldn’t bear to hear him speak like this, you didn’t want him to change, he was perfect. “I don’t want you to change a single thing about yourself…” Those words themselves seemed to shock him, his head leaning back just a little with a stunned, puppy dog-like look before he spoke, “Well then what is it?! Here I am bearing my heart and soul out to you and you just say, no? Without an explanation, I-I need more than that!” You were staring to tear up at this point, just dropping your head with a heartbreaking sigh that he caught, stepping closer as he took your hand, “Darling please… speak to me, whatever it is… just tell me and we’ll deal with it, together. I can handle whatever daddy issues or baggage you may have so just blurt it out!” He chuckled wearily, but he was concerned overall for you seeing how much you were struggling, he realized this was something more.

“I-I’m changing Astarion…” you spoke out with a shaky tone, your lip quivering as tears started to fall down your cheeks, “And I’m scared, I’m turning into something… dark, I can feel it growing every day, and I’m terrified I’m going to just- loose control, I-I feel like a monster, I don’t even think I’d realize if I was already one, but I can’t risk hurting you, killing you…” you spoke out your fears with such honesty, such vulnerability, you just decided to be honest, maybe you could console him and convince him to leave you after you voice your concerns. “Darling, you are far from a monster.” Astarion scoffed, chuckling as he leaned his head back, motioning his hand towards himself, “Y/N, if you are a monster… I-I must be… Lucifer reincarnated, the embodiment of evil! And even if you were a monster I would still love you, hell- if you start to get all growly and nippy, I-I’ll tie you up and feed you squirrels to sate your bloodthirsty hunger!” He blurted out making you burst out a few giggles through your tears, making him smile with pride at making you laugh.

He stepped closer again, inches from you as he rested his hands on your shoulders to rub soothingly, “Was this really all it was, just you scared to… hurt me?” He scoffed with a gentle tone, he was surprised and just dumbfounded. You just sighed and looked up into his eyes, such a beautiful brown, and the gentle expression on his face, the slight head tilt as he awaited your answer, it made your heart flutter at how gentle he was being. “Astarion, what if I-“ he put a finger to your lips, cutting you off, “No more what ifs. Do you love me?” He asked bluntly, staring into your soul with such a look of determination, he would not give up on you, no matter what. You lifted your eyes to meet his with a pained expression, quiet because you knew you did, you knew if you said yes, he wouldn’t never let you go, but if you said no, you know he would know you were lying, you both could see how much each other cared for one another, the amount of times you’ve come close to death just to have the other race to each others side with such fear in their eyes that the other would die before either of you got the chance to just confess your undying love.

“You know I do…” you nodded with your honest confession, making him smile with satisfaction, cupping your chin in his hand before he pulled you closer, “Then that is all I need to know, I get to choose how I live my life… not you, I get to make the decision to stay, to love you, I’ll deal with the consequences myself.” He spoke with such passion before tilting your face up, his face inches from yours with his eyes locked on yours, “Now may we stop this torturous foreplay and make love already?” He smiled so adorably, tilting his head, “May I kiss you and make you mine, love?” Those words made your heart beat alive you swore and all you could do in that moment was nod as the last few tears fell down your face, meeting him in a passionate love-felt kiss.

Astarion’s arms wrapping around you protectively to cradle your body closer as he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping the back of your head and only pulling back when you needed air only to pick you up with a smile, your legs wrapping around his waist as he spoke, “Now, my love, I’m going to take you back to my tent, no- OUR tent now and make bedbreaking love to you until the entire camp knows your… mine…” he growled out those last few words possessively before carrying you back to his tent, it was daybreak, making his skin have a golden glow, his silver hair looking lightened by the dying sun, you were relieved, scared, anxious, but surprisingly, you just knew it would all be okay.

As he laid you down on his bedroll, Astarion did his very best to be caring, gentle, kind, and most of all respectful as he carefully stripped you bare of your armor, kissing every inch of bare skin he revealed, starting with your neck, then your shoulder, then down your arm, the back of your neck, down your spine… until every article of your clothing was off so he could admire every inch of your body, his voice husky as his eyes grazed over you with adoration and affection, “My love, your… gorgeous, ethereal, breathtaking…” he moaned out huskily with a whine as he helped you to lay down, tilting his head as he gazed down at you, knelt between your thighs still fully dressed in his white tunic shirt and black leather pants that were now a little strained around the nether regions due to you did he start to strip for you, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his pale skin and rippling abs, his chest rising and falling quicker with his excitement that was also shown between his thighs, straining through his pants he wanted to rip off for being in the way of him and you.

But he couldn’t wait, having to lean down in just his pants to kiss you tenderly, now that he had you, he just didn’t want to part from cherishing you even for the little time it took to undress himself, he just needed to feel your love, your touch, he waited long enough, “Help me, my love, please…” he whimpered out against your lips with a desperation, making you nod through breathy moans and breathes as you slid your hands down to unbutton his pants, shoving them down so he could kick them off, revealing his generous length, he was perfect, not too girthy or large, but just right, and so so pretty, his tip a angry pink and already dripping pre-cum for you, he was throbbing and impatient, but he was restraining himself. Astarion wanted this night to be perfect, not just lust. Love. He wanted to love you. To make slow and passionate love while worshipping your body to greater lengths then you’ve ever had, he swore in that moment to protect and cherish you for all off eternity, Gods be damned.

“I love you, Y/N, monster or not.” Astarion whispered out as he hovered over you, his arm holding him up as he guided his other down to his length to press his tip at your soaked entrance with a pleasured growl, gently pressing in until you gasped from the intrusion, making him still so you could adjust. He brought his hand up next to caress your cheek, leaning down for another deep kiss to distract you as he pushed in deeper slowly, making you arch with a whine against his lips at being filled, the stretch felt so good, and due to just how gentle he was being with you, it only made you wetter, you’ve never seen Astarion like this, so serious, so passionate and caring, so sincere… but as he started to slowly move, gentle thrusts accompanied with his deep breathy moans and various kisses littered across your collarbones before he dipped down more to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp and arch, threading your fingers in his hair to tug which only made him groan with pleasure and nip at your nipple before thrusting a little harder in return, making you moan out loud.

The pleasure and passion only burned brighter as the time went on, Astarion focused on littering your skin with Marla of his claim as he pumped his cock inside you with a mission to claim you as his own, his eternal love… you both were matching each others moans, your thighs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, getting you closer and closer to your release which he could feel building with how your walls were pulsing around his cock, it made him gasp and moan, his hands pushing your knees up to your chest before he started to thrust more intensely, his focus on making you cum, getting his pleasure from your whines and cries as you sung such a pretty song for him. He could feel your slick coating his cock, watching his cock as is disappeared inside your tight wet heat repeatedly, it was enough for him to shutter and tense, moaning out loud, “L-Love, I’m close, please… ugh… cum with me, my love!” There was no way you could have held back with Astarion begging you with that breathless tone and stuttering thrusts, you felt his cock throb inside you which only made you shutter and moan with a nod as you placed your hand on his chest, gasping and arching as your eyes squeezed shut, crying out as your walls clamped down on his cock, covering his length with cum which only made him moan so passionate and loud with no shame, “Yes, darling, good girl! Cum for me, cum all over my cock, god! I love you!” He cried out, falling over you before wrapping his arms around your waist, thrusting sloppily before moaning into your ear as his orgasm hit him, his cock throbbing before his cum spurt deep inside you, filling you with his seed as he panted and groaned, his hands lazily stroking your lower back, his voice softer as he came down from his high, “Your mine…”

(Now I’m a lesbian… but this man makes me question myself…)

#baulders gate 3 #bauldur’s gate #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x female reader #astarion x you #astarion x dark urge

[blue-jisungs]

skz taking off their jacket to put on ur lap bc u look uncomfortable headcannon pls

them taking off their jacket because you’re uncomfortable ♡

a/n. i hope you enjoy it and sorry you had to wait for so long. however, don’t send multiple people the same request. it’s rude;; writers are not vending machines ;p

also while you’re here please take a look at this and vote, i’d truly appreciate if you did <3

warnings. people (mostly men) being weird :(

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

this man has spidey senses, i don’t know how to explain it any other way

you were accompanying him to one of the events and your stylist decided it’s a great idea to give you a short skirt

i mean, you looked good in it so you didn’t complain

but once the photos were over and as soon as you sat down, you felt something warm on your lap

chan took off his blazer and sent you a warm smile

“your skirt would definitely roll up, so here you go” he hummed and you just couldn’t help but grin how thoughtful he is <3

because of that you were also a bit warmer

and!! and!! this is a perfect opportunity to hold hands under his blazer because no one will see it :D

┆彡 MINHO [ 민호 ]

you had the cutest outfit for your date with minho since the weather was warm and sunny :D

cute top, little purse, mini skirt, mary janes in matching colors ofc <3

you could see there was something on lino’s mind once he saw you but he said you look very pretty and you headed off to the café

well, unfortunately it was filled with teenage boys because it was saturday.

while minho went to the bathroom you stood in the line wondering what to order, you heard some mean comments coming from the boys :(

you ordered something for you and your boyfriend, your mood a bit down

and let me tell you minho sensed that the moment he stepped into the room

before he sat down next to you, he took off his jacket and put it on your lap whilst glaring at the young boys

they actually looked frightened tbh and i’m not even surprised

you forgot about the situation because of lino, he kept cheering you up and genuinely you just had fun

and got a bit flustered because of his gesture

but when you were about to leave, minho excused you and walked to the boys saying a word or two

you’ll never know what that was because your boyfriend said - and i quote - “it was just a free lesson for them that might be helpful in the future”

whatever that was…

you kept his jacket wrapped around your waist (and his hand on it too)

┆彡 CHANGBIN [ 창빈 ]

going with bin to the gym became a normal thing in your relationship (because let’s be real, who wouldn’t want to go with him)

so everyone knew that they shouldn’t act inappropriate because 1) you’re dating 2) changbin is pretty terrifying 3) he’s their gym bro how could they act like that??

but one day there was a newbie

and you were casually looking cute with your ponytail and gym shorts

you kept glancing at binnie through the mirror when you noticed the guy was staring at you and once your bf saw him…

you could swear the whole gym went quiet

changbin walked up to you, handing you his hoodie and putting it on you

it smelled like him so you didn’t mind teehee

you continued your workout whilst looking in the mirror… changbin had a talk with the guy, his hand squeezing the man’s shoulder a little too tightly

┆彡 HYUNJIN [ 현진 ]

date in a park with hyunjin = perfection

the weather was perfect so you decided to wear shorts

and you were just sitting on a bench, head resting on your boyfriend’s shoulder and watching the dogs play in a distance when an older lady passed you by

she made some mean comments about your outfit >:(

you pretended to ignore her, however your hands instantly covered your knees

hyunjin sighed, taking off his jacket

“i will never understand those old ladies. she’s just jealous, don’t listen to her” he scoffed and you grinned upon seeing her turning around

“she heard that, hyunnie” you whined and playfully punched his shoulder

he just let out a giggle and put his jacket on your lap, wrapping his arm around you

“so what? no one is allowed to talk bad about my beautiful girlfriend” he hummed and placed a soft kiss on your forehead :(

┆彡 JISUNG [ 지성 ]

honestly he doesn’t really know what to do at first

because there’s you looking smoking’ hot in this cute skirt and he knows you felt confident at home, loving your outfit

but also there’s strong wind and even though you’re sitting down, you’re nervously holding your skirt unable to enjoy the dinner :(

“y/n, do you want my jacket? i don’t want to ruin your outfit but…” jisung stops in his track when you nod softly, warm smile on your lips

even if his jacket didn’t match the aesthetic of your clothes, at least you could hold his hand right now <3

┆彡 YONGBOK [ 용복 ]

it was supposed to be a careless day on a beach with lixie

so after having your fun in the sea you went to dry off

you laid on your back, next to felix and we’re about to doze off when you heard some girls gossiping about you

“…look at her boyfriend though! ah, i wouldn’t even think about wearing a bathing suit if i had…”

you pouted, trying your best not to burst out crying when felix suddenly leaned on his elbow reaching for something

“you’ll dry faster that way” he whispered and put his hoodie over your body, then pulled you closer into a hug

“thank you” you mumbled into his chest as he drew comforting shapes on your skin

after you two got home, felix gave you a whole ass lecture about how beautiful you are <3

(not to mention that he said a word or two to the girls when you took a nap on the beach)

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

“it’s not that warm y/n, take a jacket” was what came out of his mouth the second he saw you in shorts

well uh you didn’t take one

so minnie wanted to tease you (“i told you so🙄🙄” “now you’ll suffer i’m not giving you mine” etc etc)

he’s such a gentleman

but when you started shivering a bit, pulling your shorts down because people were staring

someone even murmured something about being an attention seeker to go out in shorts in such weather >:(

seungmin is mean but not THAT mean

he tsked and put his jacket over your lap, tucking a loose strand behind your ear

“aren’t you a little cold?” he asked, teasing smile on his lips

he placed a quick peck on your nose before pulling away

and you felt warmer (totally not due to the fact that you cheeks turned warmer after his gesture teehee) instantly

and after going on another dates where you accidentally forgot to take your jacket, seungmin started having his suspicions

but he will stay quiet just to continue flustering you <3

┆彡 JEONGIN [ 정인 ]

oh he’s pissed

not only your group had audio problems during your performance

but there was not enough blankets for everyone??

and so it happened you didn’t have one and it was freezing cold in your mini skirt :(

and whilst your leader offered you theirs, you shook your head as a no

suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder and before you could turn around, jeongin leaned down and placed his jacket on your lap

“you did amazing, angel. don’t worry about the difficulties, i’ll talk to them with our manager” i.n whispered and gave you a quick squeeze on the shoulder before leaving

he did in fact had a friendly chat with the venue manager but also complained abt on bubble

and he didn’t ask you to return his jacket, so some of your fans started getting suspicious after seeing you in it one day 🤭

[ masterlist <3 ]

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[ijwrsmff]

Romantic! Yandere Silco with an overworked female who desperately needs rest but can't relax. He has tried to be subtle and exert his control from the shadows slowly over time but he feels he has to step in now. He thought he was prepared but it is hard for him to take care of someone who is scared of him and what may happen at any moment. Silco learns that being soft and gentle with his dear works much better than kidnapping or threats.

Here you go :3 I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting, Silco is 1000000% husband material. I love him so damn much wuijakcfbnx

Word Count: 2,002

He had tried to steal your heart. It didn’t work. You sat there, tied to a chair, with Silco staring over you. He circled the chair, and gently touched your shoulders and arms as he walked around you. “Darling…you have yet to even say a word to me. What is it you want? Anything you desire…you can have. As long as you’ll be mine.” He stopped directly in front of you and took note of the tears that had fallen each time he entered the room. 

“P-please…just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone you did it, I just want to go home.” You whimpered and tried to recoil back when he knelt down to your level so you could stare into his eyes…those terrifying eyes. They didn’t even look human. It only spiked your feelings of fear. 

He looked at your face, your tears and expression. When he went to wipe your tears, he stopped before he could touch you. That look…how you flinched and closed your eyes as you whimpered. It broke what was left of his heart. “If…that is what you wish. However, I can’t part from you for long. We’ll strike a deal, then.” Silco started to untie you, and you looked confused if anything. 

“A…deal?” It sounded awful. What if he was only untying you to torture you? However he hadn’t hurt you yet. Except for the slight burns from the ropes. “What kind of deal?” You stayed still as he untied you, not wanting to find out if he really intended on hurting you. 

“Yes. A deal. If you come back here, to my location once a week, you may have your freedom. However you must stay the full 24 hours. You spend hours upon hours doing paperwork. This one day of relaxation could prove beneficial for us both. That is all I ask.” He smiled, but the smile left his face as soon as you jumped out of the chair and put distance between you. 

“Why? Why do I have to come back?” Skeptical, and slightly fearful it made you furrow your brows and try to hide the remaining terror on your face. He was an extremely powerful man, he practically ran the lanes. “What…do you intend to do with me while I’m here?” 

Silco respected your distance, though he wanted there to be little to none between you. He didn’t do so much as step closer. “I want to see you. That’s all, darling.” His genuine look made you even more confused. If he really meant it, then you had gained the attention of possibly the most dangerous man in the underground. If he wasn’t being honest…he was a damn good actor. 

“If…if you swear to not harm me…I don’t think I have another choice…” It was concerning, knowing you had to meet with the man weekly. “What will you do?” He never answered your question. “What will you do to me?” Part of you didn’t even want to know the answer. The other part wanted to be prepared for what was to come. 

“I aim to win your heart. I have had my eye on you longer than you can imagine. We will eat together, read together…anything your heart desires.” This time he did take a step forward, and when you stepped back he raised his hands on surrender. “We’ll do this the easy way, okay?” He held out a hand, waiting for you to grab it. 

To him, it wasn’t even the “easy” way. Though for you it may be. He realized that kidnapping, torture wasn’t the way to win you over. He knew you liked simple things, crafting and music. Perhaps he could really give this a try. Doing things more “traditionally”, even if harsher methods were more common and even simple for him. 

You looked at him for a long time, eyeing his hand outstretched to you. But you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed him. With that in mind, you held his hand. It was…cold. Just as you assumed his heart was. 

He led you home, and it wasn’t in the least surprising how he knew exactly where it was and how to get there. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time. It was a display of ownership, but even moreso, protection. People would see him with you, and either pity you…or be fearful of you. You were holding hands with someone who is known to be powerful. In that way…it seemed you had your own bit of power now. For as long as he wouldn’t harm you. 

From then on, you followed through with your deal. At first it was terrifying, being escorted by Sevika or another guard dog of Silco’s, but you got used to it eventually. In fact…you found you actually really enjoyed spending time with him. He was polite, to you at least. And he had a sweet relationship with Jinx, who you’d also gotten pretty close to. It was…nice. 

Today was another day that you were aiming to go see Silco. It was earlier in the day when you woke up, so you headed in that direction. He had sent many letters, requesting that you take breaks. He really must have eyes on you at all times. To be honest…you really were overworking yourself. You were tired, zombie-like even. It was really calming to see Silco. For some reason you didn’t quite understand yet. 

There were many people on the street, but the closer you got to Silco’s “lair”, the fewer people there were. It shifted from commonfolk, to mainly Silco’s henchmen of sorts. You recognized a lot of them, as Silco would often have to respond to problems in his plans that he had directed those henchmen to do. It was almost funny how he constantly got onto you for overworking yourself, when he did it to himself as well. 

The streets were mostly desolate. But it seemed it wouldn’t be peaceful in the slightest, given who approached you. It was a regular man, but he would prove to be quite the problem. He was clearly drunk, and staggered towards you. The others looked at him suspiciously, knowing you were under Silco’s care. 

“You’re Silco’s, huh? Why not be mine?” He hiccupped and almost tripped as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His breath reeked of booze, and a guard or two got closer in case the situation escalated. Did he really think that the “pick up line” would work?

“No thank you.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders and walked closer to Silco’s main building. Not getting very far, you stopped when he grabbed your arm. Hard. He either had no idea how strong he was, or he was trying to hurt you on purpose. 

“Come on, I’m fun. That jackass probably has no idea how to have a good time.” He leaned closer and you locked eyes with one of the henchmen. Silently begging for help. You weren’t very strong, so breaking free of this firm grasp was extremely difficult. Given how exhausted you were from working nearly all night, it only amplified the feeling of helplessness. 

Luckily the guard saw your look and rushed over. He knew he’d be in deep trouble if he didn’t step in and you were harmed further. Silco had made it very clear you were not to be touched, harmed, or even looked at “wrong”. So when the man grabbed you, he was already in trouble. Silco wouldn’t care about the reasonings if you were harmed in any way, and punish anyone in the area. 

Another guard ran up, and removed the drunk’s hand forcefully. With how he screamed, it wouldn’t be surprising if that arm was broken. The guard led you to Silco’s office, and looked fearful when he noticed the bruising on your arm. 

“What happened?” His words were cold, devoid of any emotion. You knew what that tone meant, and you knew someone…or multiple someones…were about to get hurt. Bad. Maybe even killed. That was not good. Not good at all. 

Before anyone could respond, the other guard walked in with the man who grabbed you in tow. He was screaming profanities and trying (but failing) to remove himself from the guard’s grasp. “He grabbed y/n. Hard. We stopped him as soon as we saw it happening, but he was on her before we could get there.” 

Silco spoke, and directed you to his chair, and made you sit on his lap, facing him. He ran his fingers over your arms and looked at you adoringly. It almost made the following words feel less terrifying. Almost. “Take him to Sevika.” 

He then ignored everything else, and you tried to as well. “Are you okay, my love?” He rubbed the spot covered in a hand shaped bruise. Very gently, mind you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was simply observing the damage. “He will be dealt with. Never to harm you again.” 

“You don’t have to hurt him! He probably didn’t realize how hard he was grabbing me…” You wanted to save his life. Knowing that those who crossed Silco usually didn’t make it out alive. The ones that did? They lived. But only as a warning to those who dare try the same thing they did. 

He even ignored that statement. “Darling…you look so tired. Had you not obeyed my instructions and taken a rest?” He took note of the bags under your eyes, and how utterly drained you looked now that you were on his lap and he could see you closer. “You know you don’t need a job. You can stay in your home, and allow me to take care of everything.” 

You felt extremely vulnerable at that moment. It did sound…appealing. “But…I don’t know what I would do if I had no job. It’s important, it keeps me busy and I hate not having anything to do…” But your argument continued to grow weaker. You had talked through this many times before, and you know he hated you overworking yourself as you did. 

“I could always provide you with things to do. You could even work for me, as an assistant of sorts.” He smiled and used one hand to cradle your face, the other arm wrapped around your back. “You would never have to worry about anything ever again.” 

“Then…we should make another deal.” It was bold of you to say, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t spark his interest. If it were in his benefit, of course he would. His word was his bond, and you both knew that. 

“What are the conditions of your deal?” It was a fond memory, remembering the deal you had made all those weeks ago. His smile was small, he didn’t often have a big smile. Only with you and Jinx. 

“I work for you…and quit my other job. But I stay here…with you. Instead of my old home. And…” You blushed a little bit, and looked away from him. It took a few deep breaths for you to gather the courage to say the next bit, “And…you stay with me. So we are…together. And you promise not to cast me aside.” It was terrifying, getting those words out. 

You had come to care about Silco, deeply. He was different with you, than anyone else you had seen him with. Softer, more genuine. Your countless “dates”, movie nights, dinners, coffee breaks, hugs…everything. 

His smile was small still, but his eyes lit up. Silco was clearly the happiest man in the world at this exact moment. Having you in his arms, and now knowing you really did want to be with him? It was possible he’d never been happier. 

“Deal.” 

Maybe…just maybe…the easy way paid off in the end sometimes. He would have waited his whole life for you to accept him in this way. But be careful…because now? 

He would never let you go. 

#silco x reader #yandere! silco x reader #yandere arcane x reader #x reader #fem! reader #fem reader #yandere x reader #arcane x reader #request #arcane fanfic #reader is grabbed roughly by someone else #the dude is creepy but not TOO creepy

[your-local-hoemie]

Can i request zhongli thoma and kazuha with reader that gets sick easily and often nose bleed cos of over working?

YES AAAA KAZUHA I get to write my maple prince!! TvT

Ya’ll are being awesome with the requests thank you :P I have three more to do after this and then I’m finally caught up aaaa!

Warnings: Fluff, very caring boys, Gn! Reader, swearing, mentions of blood, not proof-read.

Characters: Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha.

Zhongli~

For someone so calm and collected 24/7 he’s still unsure of how he managed to fall for someone that’s constantly overworking theirselves into a trembling mess at least once a week.

When you first came home one day with a bloody nose he was prepared to commence with the wrath of the rock istg

When you told him that it just happens sometimes with the most causal attitude you could muster without passing out he just kinda stopped and was like

?????

Deadass just stopped and looked at you with the most deadpan expression ever and was like:

“My dear, I don’t quite believe that’s as ordinary as you try to make it out to be”

After this happens a couple more times he starts to become very good at taking care of you!

As soon as he picks up signs that you’re overworking he’ll immediately make sure to get some tissues and force you to stop whatever you’re doing and pin you to the bed in the most innocent way possible.

If he doesn’t pick up on you destroying your physical and mental state then be prepared for a hour long lecture about how you should take care of yourself!

He just wants you to be safe. He’s already lost so many people he’s loved and wants to make sure you’re ok!

Thoma~

The panic attacks you give to is poor man-

Genuinely thinks you’re about to die every time you show up with blood spurtin’ out your nose.

Has medical supplies at all times

When you told him it happens when you push yourself too much he makes sure to do everything for you when he can!

Makes you food and does chores like the precious housewife he is.

When you’ve been working too long he’ll force you to take a break and give you a nice massage even if you don’t ask for one!

He’ll ask Ayato to put a word in with your boss or teacher to take it a little more easy on you.

It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle the work

Which you can’t you dumbass

He just doesn’t like seeing how much of a toll it takes on your body

He just loves you so much and wants to make sure you’re ok~

Kazuha~

He’s like a concerned parent who also loves you too much to be angry

He understands how important the work you have is but really doesn’t like how you push yourself to literal destruction.

When you first start getting a nose bleed he’d act very calm and do his best to make sure you were ok while sitting you down to rest

But you can bet your ass his poor little heart was terrified something bad had happened ;-;

He has trauma ok! Who fucking doesn’t in this game

Doesn’t have the heart to tell you to stop what you’re doing but does do everything in his power to distract you

Oh look. He found a pretty view and needs you to come and see it with him

It’s life or death

Trust him.

He found these fruits he found and thought you’d like to try them but he needs you to eat them with him so he knows your opinion.

Such a sneaky boy.

If you refuse to peel your eyes away from whatever you’ve been torturing yourself with the last who knows how long-

He’ll finally voice his opinions and tell you to stop.

He never has a harsh or demanding tone

It’s always sounds so soft and caring

Because he is!

You’re like a beautiful flower that even though he knows you can withstand harsh conditions he still wants to protect and care for you!

It’s also impossible to say no to him he gives you his pretty smile and puppy eyes

He’s a beautiful boy with a beautiful heart

And it belongs to you completely~

Thoma’s was kinda short because I’m running out of brain juice for him today ;-;

I’ll be catching up with the other requests in a few days I’m just going through some stuff with my mom not accepting me being no-binary which is really disheartening just randomly inserts a rant wtf but I assure I will get to all the requests sent in :P

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin boyfriend scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli scenarios #zhongli headcanons #thoma #thoma genshin impact #thoma x reader #thoma scenarios #thoma headcanons #kazuha #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha scenarios #kazuha headcanons

[homerjacksons]

Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 23: Dance Word count: 706 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

A/N: This is a moment of pure joy that I just couldn't bring myself to deny them despite the fact that I can't really picture them being OUT, at least not to the men in their lives, not with the lives they lead. But alas, this IS meant to be a month of fluff, and it's fanfiction, it doesn't have to necessarily make sense :P it's not as though these idiots were ever anything close to canon anyway.

--

Jackson was mid-sentence, laughter still on the tip of his tongue, leaning forward across the table, fully and drunkenly engrossed in the story he was telling, when Susan’s eyes settled above his shoulder, sly little smile on her face. His words died on his tongue as a shadow fell over him and he turned slowly, eyes falling on Reid and his soft, nervous smile.

“Would you do me the honour of dancing with me, Captain Jackson?” Reid asked. His voice was barely audible above the music from the band in the corner, but Jackson heard him as though he’d shouted it, loud and clear and earth-shatteringly intentional.

Jackson swallowed, glancing back at Susan, who inclined her head encouragingly, then to Drake, who rolled his eyes with an awkward but genuine smile of his face, then to Rose in Drake’s arms, who was beaming at him, nodding like she knew, like somehow they all knew this had been coming and it was only him left floundering.

He took a deep breath before downing the rest of his drink then stood, turning to face Reid once more. “You sure about this, Reid?”

“I’ve never been more certain in my life,” he all but whispered, extending his hand for Jacksons.

And Jackson took it, let himself be pulled out onto the dance floor and into Edmund Reid’s arms, this time not in some quiet, private room away from prying eyes, but in front of all their friends and family, everyone they knew and loved. He let it all fade away until it felt as though it were just him and Reid and the slow, steady music. Just him and Reid, because for all his bravado, for all the times he’d insisted no one would notice stolen touches here and there, for all he’d insisted in the past that they could get away with more than they did, he’d never imagined a moment like this, had never imagined himself to be brave enough, let alone Reid.

“You’re shakin’, Reid,” Jackson murmured against his ear, pulling back enough to look him in the eye.

Reid huffed a shy laugh, ducking his head, cheeks tinged pink. He licked his lips, taking a deep, long breath before meeting Jackson’s gaze again. “I’m terrified.”

Jackson grinned at that, couldn’t help himself even as his heart hammered against his ribs and his stomach swooped with a cocktail of emotions, almost all of them positive. “Yeah, me too, Reid.”

“Really?”

Jackson laughed. “Course I am. We could be arrested for this.”

“Highly unlikely,” Reid said with an embarrassed smile.

“Still a risk,” Jackson reminded him, just in case Reid had completely lost his mind.

Reid nodded, taking another deep breath as though to steady himself. “I am sure there will be repercussions, men who no longer wish to work with us.”

“And?”

“We can deal with that when it happens,” Reid said, as though it were that simple.

“Can you, though?” Jackson pressed, had to, because he had to know Reid was okay, was going to be okay, wasn’t going to regret this, because as much as he revelled in it, he didn’t want to be the reason Reid was miserable and he certainly couldn’t live with Reid resenting him.

Reid nodded, expression serious as he stared into Jackson’s eyes as though willing him to understand. “I’ve had some time to think about this. I’ve made my choice.”

“You planned this?”

“Extensively,” Reid said through a laugh, glancing over Jackson’s shoulder, back to where their friends sat. “I hope you don’t mind me telling Bennet.”

“I kinda think he’d figured it out,” Jackson said with a shrug. “Just too polite to say anything.”

“He’s a good detective.”

Jackson hummed his agreement, taking another deep, steadying breath. He had the feeling all eyes in the room were on them, but the fact that the music was still going, that no one had said or done anything, let him tell himself it was all going to be okay. It had to be. Because this, them, together in front of their friends, it was a dream that had been a long time coming and they deserved it, every joyful moment of it, for as long as it could last.

#ripper street #homer jackson #edmund reid #susan hart #bennet drake #rose erskine #jackmund #fanfiction #my writing #fluffy february

[bits-and-babs]

𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐀

-> OCT 25 : MIRROR SEX (FINAL DAY)

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Fingering. P in V sex.

WC: 1031

[Kinktober Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

You moan, sweaty and flushed as you collapse against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath.

Getting the huge fuck-off mirror up the stairs of your new apartment that you’d bought with Santi was genuinely like an army exercise, something you hadn’t trained for. The whole time you were terrified that your fingers gripping the box would slip, and that it would go crashing down the apartment stairs, shattering into a thousand pieces. Even worse, you could have dropped it on Santi’s foot and he’d never be able to work again because you’d broken his foot in five places.

“Holy shit, that was just ridiculous!” You heave in breaths to refill your lungs with oxygen. Santi watches you from the doorway with amusement, saying nothing to your dramatic antics.

At least the mirror was up now, right opposite the bed and utterly huge. You could almost see the whole room reflected back at you.

“Why the fuck did you need a mirror so big anyway?!” You ask loudly now, glancing over to Santi who chuckled. He steps out of the doorway, walking into the bedroom with a smile.

“It’s for good reason.” He’d been so cryptic from the start, never really giving a decent answer as to why he was spending such a ridiculous amount on a piece of reflective glass. You were beginning to think that he wanted it just to stare at his pretty face all damn day.

“I could show you if you like?” He asks.

“Show me? Just tell me!” You insist, so tired and mildly annoyed by the fact you’d almost broken your back to get that flaming mirror up five (YES FIVE) flights of stairs.

“Yes, show you. C’mere,” he smirks, taking ahold of your sweaty palms and pulling you from the bed. Immediately his hands are on your waist, kissing at your neck and pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“Santi,” you whine loudly but doing little to fight off his affections, “I’m sweaty and hot and vile.”

“Don’t care,” he admits, slowly pulling your shirt over your head and kissing over the bare skin he can reach. His stubble scratches against your skin as he does, the familiar sensation making you smile.

“You were showing me why you needed the Mir-“

“I am,” he insists, slowly pushing you towards the mirror in question. He doesn’t stop you until your putting your hands to stop yourself from slamming into the glass.

“Hey-!”

It’s then that he grabs ahold of the waistband of your leggings, hooking his thumb in and pulling them down along with your panties.

Oh.

“I-“ you gasp softly as he reaches around you, slipping his hand down between your thighs and sweeping his fingers through your folds. You can see his finger work at your clit, the image reflected back at you. Not only that, you can see his face of concentration as he tries with one hand to undo his belt.

“I told you it was for good reason,” he murmurs softly, and you can’t help but laugh- though it bleeds into a moan as he slips his fingers into your pussy, scissoring his fingers slowly to work you open.

“I-… I would have complained significantly less if you’d have told me beforehand,” you admit, watching him laugh as he pushes down his jeans and boxers, exposing his hard cock.

“Nah, you would have complained anyway,” he calls you out, and damn you hate him for knowing you so well. He doesn’t even give you a moment to argue back, removing his fingers from you and slipping his cock inside your cunt with a particularly harsh thrust.

You gasp, both hands pressing into the glass of the mirror to hold you up now. You’re already worked up, the heat from your palms steaming up the glass.

“Fuck,” Santi groans out, burying his face into the crook of your neck and winding his arm around your waist. He uses the grip there to pull your body back onto his thrusts, winding you with each thrust.

You can see him in the mirror, looking up over your shoulder to watch your face contort and twist with pleasure.

“Isn’t it so much better?” He asks you, his voice strained as he slams his hips into yours once again. “So much better being able to see how good you take me?”

“Mhmm-hm,” you gasp, unable to form your lips around any words when he’s pounding into you like this, when you can see his cock swallowed by your pussy through your thighs.

With each devastating thrust, you let out a loud moan, your breath condensing on the mirror as Santi pulls out filthy curses and pines of his name from your mouth. It’s bruising, the pace he sets, but you’re not quite there yet.

He can tell, Santi pushing your feet wider apart and angling his hips to find that perfect spot inside you that has you melting. He does, in record speed, piercing your g-spot with the head of his cock each time he slips back inside of you, causing your legs to go to jelly.

Santi doesn’t let you fall though. No, he holds you up, forces you to take it like a drill sergeant enforcing punishment on his soldiers. It’s brutal, and your vision of the reflection goes blurry with the tears of ecstasy that fill your eyes.

“C’mon baby,” he whispers breathlessly to you, his hand slipping down slowly to work at your clit again. It’s utterly carnal, the pleasure it draws from you. His cock spearing your g-spot and his fingers circling your clit have you almost keeling over, your nails pressing into the smooth surface of the glass as he pulls an orgasm from you that has you screaming out his name.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh shit that’s it,” he moans out. Through your blurred vision, you see his brow crease, see his jaw drop as he lets out a shaky moan, his cum spurting against your walls and running down your thighs as he continues to gently thrust in and out of you.

Needless to say, you never complained about the mirror again.

END

@in-for-a-pennyx @hoeneey @howaboutcastiel @markywithissues @welcometostayingawake @inklore @foxilayde @syrma-sensei @ethanhoewke

#santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia imagine #santiago pope garcia #santiago x reader #triple frontier smut #triple frontier fanfiction #kinktober masterlist 2022 #kinktober 2022

[kohakhearts]

hey that pokemon 2000 gifset + your jn dub analysis made me think about the pokemon 2000 dub - I've only seen it subbed once (compared to the hundred times I watched it dubbed as a child) so I could be misremembering, but didn't the dub completely change the themes of the movie with the chosen one ash thing?

i actually haven’t watched the sub nearly as many as times as the dub either :p but i have read extensively about this topic bc it’s personally my favourite pokemon movie and yes! the first and second pokemon movies are both victim to this (like mewtwo’s epic speech we all love so much at the end of the first movie…being a complete fabrication by the dub team :p you gotta give those writers credit - they were VERY good at what they did), largely i’m guessing due to cultural values and expectations. since they were trying to sell the anime to an american audience, not a japanese one.

tangentially, i will say i also think that’s the root of this like…subtle distinction some people have between the characters “ash” and “satoshi.” i don’t differentiate them in any big way myself because fundamentally they still are very much the same, but it is true that in japanese, ash has somewhat different mannerisms and responds differently to events at times, especially in the early anime when it was so much easier to get away with making big changes for…a big assortment of reasons haha.

in THIS movie in particular, some of those things are like…well. the prophecy is probably the most obvious change. the dub team rewrote it to include the chosen one reference, which works great because of the word play on ash’s name. in japanese, it just says “an exceptional trainer will appear to help calm the wrath of the gods.” ash’s response to this is more mild trepidation than outright fear. he doesn’t hesitate like he does in the dub. and tbh? both reactions make perfect sense for his character in my opinion.

in japanese, his concern is more "do you really think i can fit that role?" this...tracks pretty well with his character development by this point. like yeah he said he could win the indigo league, but he's also thinking about dropping out after gary loses; it's that little grain of insecurity he has, which he's normally good at covering up with arrogance (a lot of which is also very genuine, don't get me wrong). but he sees the opportunity to help and he takes it. that's just...what ash does.

in english, though, the prophecy is pretty clearly about him. there's no one else it could be. it has to be him. and he...doesn't like that? that scares him. which, fair. anyone would be terrified by being singled out like that. it's also so much...not ash's thing, even at this point in the series. his character development is about embracing having to work hard to do well. to keep trying until you get it right, no matter how many times you get it wrong. the idea of being a "chosen one" completely robs him of his ability to be so single-minded about what he wants his destiny to be that it manifests as pre-determined; it just...pre-determines it for him, if that makes sense. lol.

the thesis of the japanese version of the film is that no one person or pokemon can stand on their own. everyone needs help. it's about harmonizing with each other and with nature. about letting others help you, and helping them in turn. the english version rewrites that into a story about power and destiny. the title alone says it all, right? it's called "the power of one" - no reference to lugia, no reference to the birds. in japan, the title is about the revelation (or "birth") of lugia.

westerners love a good chosen one story, so this was a really good choice by the dub team in that respect. i mean, it's a narrative that's stuck really well. fandom loves chosen one ash! in general, western fanbases are really into this narrative. it's everywhere. and there's a lot that goes into that, culturally, and especially religiously, historically, etc. so at the end of the day, i don't think the change is so much about conflicting ideas about collectivism and individualism. it's more about goals and ideals, on a personal level.

let me say again for the 273456784th time, i love that they resolved ash's story by having him realize that the goal he's really been striving for all this time is to meet and befriend pokemon. to learn from them. to earn their trust. it's like...he did the thing that everyone else thought represented his goal, maybe even himself included, only to realize that his dream was never about the end of it anyway. it was about everything he learnt and everyone he met along the way. (i also suspect nobody writing in 1997 knew that that would be the ultimate resolution, either. but it makes sense in the entire context. it's kind of a nice irony, even. to only figure it out after writing the story :p)

and i think this little distinction is important to that goal! it's his whole character! which is why even though i too love chosen one characters, i don't necessarily think of ash as one. because even if he is, his whole Thing is that he wants to try. a lot of the chosen one narrative is about characters being reluctant to be used for a "greater good," or about them collapsing under that pressure. ash doesn't really have that. he does what he thinks is right because he...thinks it's right. sometimes, sure, others have to push him into it a bit, but usually they're actually pushing the other way - it's too dangerous, you're going to get hurt, etc. and to me, i don't know - thinking of times he's died, or nearly died, and some legendary or mythical pokemon has saved him at the last minute...i don't think that has to mean he's special in a cosmic sort of way. i think it just means he's special to them. that he did something for them, or for someone else they had come to care for (thinking manaphy responding to may's emotions, not just to the fact that ash was drowning, or in mpm ash convincing latios to trust him because of their mutual desire to save latias, etc.), and so they want to help him. which is completely opposite to the typical chosen one narrative, i think? because he doesn't do those things out of obligation...he does them because he thinks he can become a better trainer by doing them, and he wants to do that. and well. he did do that.

anyway my tl;dr here is YES they changed the theme a lot haha, but i find it fun that they also changed the characters’ responses to that theme. funnily that’s…kind of also what fanfiction writers do all the time, lmao, but that’s a whole other conversation.

#answered #im sure id have something more insightful to say if id watched the original recently but i havent Dx #*meta #i guess #also re: the chosen one narrative being very religious #its more to the idea specifically of a character who does selfless things for the sake of being selfless and it often ends with the #character martyring themself somehow. which i dont think it’s necessarily WRONG to say is what ash does. self-sacrificial is not a Bad way #to describe him. i think its a reasonable and compelling read on his character. its just not mine i guess because as much as i also love #chosen one characters what i love most about it isnt the fact that they are a chosen one #so much as what the consequences of that have been because what they really want deep down is to just…not have to save the world #but ash isnt really like that. saving the world is more of a byproduct of what hes actually trying to do. which is to help others #rather than being forced to save the world to help the ones he cares for. its kinda opposite. idk. maybe i’ll write a post about this #properly someday bc rn my brain is mush and i can only think of three major western franchises that even have chosen ones lol

[trulyinspiringmovies]

Puss In Boots: The Last Wish

“Puss In Boots: The Last Wish” is a movie that was getting amazing reviews, and after watching it, I liked it but didn’t love it as everyone else did.

Puss In Boots has always lived a carefree life and enjoyed being a legend. When he dies for the eighth time, he’s informed that he only has one life left. After an intense run-in with someone he thinks is a bounty hunter, Puss runs off to find The Wishing Star to try and get his lives back. The only problem is that a few other people are looking for The Wishing Star too.

I was already going to watch this movie since I was looking for an excuse to review the “Shrek” franchise, but when I heard this movie was getting rave reviews, I knew I had to check it out. After watching the movie, I thought it was great! I loved a lot about it, but I don’t see why everyone is calling this the best DreamWorks movie of all time. So, right off the bat, when I first watched the trailers for this movie, I immediately noticed that the animation style and frame rate were similar to “Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse”. I love this new style of animation, but I fear that if too many movies use it, it’s not going to be something special for “Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse” anymore. I mean, DreamWorks already did a similar style with their “The Bad Guys” movie. Still, I think it works well because of how dynamic the fight sequences were. Animating on twos really gives you that extra frame to soak in the cool action poses during each fight scene. I also like it thematically because it was stated that the decision was made for it to resemble storybook illustrations. One of my criticisms of the last “Puss In Boots” movie was how uninspired the storybook characters were. I’m happy to say that in this movie, all of the characters were utilized creatively. I love Florence Pugh in anything she’s in and she’s fantastic as Goldilocks. I wish there was a bit more time to dive into her character because her motivation seemed a little weak. Like, I get that she wants to find her real parents, but I think it would’ve been more powerful to see her want that throughout the whole movie rather than it being revealed near the very end. Maybe have her haunted by vague images of her parents throughout the movie so that we know she has this obsession that blinds her from seeing that her real family was the bears all along. Jack Horner was a nursery rhyme I didn’t know about. The only reference to it I knew was that one Graybles episode of “Adventure Time”. I thought the character was funny at times, but not all the time. I also think that John Mulaney’s voice didn’t match the character super well. I wish he had changed his voice up a little, but that’s a nitpick. The stand-out character had to be Death. He genuinely looks terrifying and I’m not saying “for a kids’ movie”. He is just terrifying. Plain and simple. He switches from teasing, yet calculated, to a feral monster on the drop of a dime. I love his aesthetic so much. His creepy whistling is such a great inclusion as well. I know that if I ever heard that whistling in the middle of a dark forest, I would crap my pants. His introduction was genuinely unnerving as well. The way he throws Puss off his game was masterfully done. It immediately made me understand why Puss ran away from a fight for the first time. I just wish he was in the movie more. It seemed like Death was just an afterthought. I get that he’s always supposed to be looming, but a character like that deserves more screen time. Instead of splitting screen time with a bunch of underdeveloped characters, I would’ve much preferred to have Death be the only antagonist and explore him much more. I had so many questions about him like: How does he work in the “Shrek” universe? We’ve seen a lot of characters die in the Shrek universe like King Harold. Was Death there to pick him up? A lot of interpretations of Death have it so that he can’t interfere with or kill the victim, only pick up the soul after death. Why is this Death allowed to fight Puss head-on? More exploration of this character would’ve satisfied these thoughts. The dog, Perrito, got on my nerves a bit. I know a lot of people said they thought the dog was going to annoy them, but was just the right amount. I disagree. He felt too one-note for me. I know he’s supposed to be relentlessly optimistic to combat everyone’s cynicism, but he’s still a one-note character at the end of the day. Also, I saw a lot of people write about how sad it was that he couldn’t grasp how sad his backstory was. Personally, I think if it’s not bothering him, then it’s not as tragic. Still, I enjoyed how this movie tastefully tied back to the other “Shrek” characters. I loved seeing Gingy, Pinocchio, and even Shrek and Donkey. I know people were complaining about the ending and how the Far Far Away tease makes it so that this movie doesn’t stand on its own. Personally, I think it was a great ending. Now that I know these filmmakers can make something of this caliber, it’s exciting to think about how they can apply it to “Shrek” himself. It’s also exciting to just get teased about new “Shrek” content after so many years. These “Puss In Boots” movies are, by nature, spin-off movies, which means they don’t stand on their own. They’re built off of the framework of another movie, which means they’re connected. I get wanting a movie this good to be its own thing, but that doesn’t mean any connective tissues are a bad thing. All in all, I had a ton of fun with this movie, but I didn’t think it was the masterpiece everyone says it was. It’s still definitely worth the watch.

★★★★

Watched on January 11th, 2023

#Puss In Boots: The Last Wish #December #2022 #Action #Comedy #Adventure #Family #Fantasy #Animation #PG #Joel Crawford #January 2023 #4 stars

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@manufactoredxbyxdesign Punky’s out here throwing you to the WOLVES, they just made a lucky choice because I’m a favourite player lmfao.

{Meme}: [ ♛ ] send me your url and i'll tell you the following; {x}

My opinion on;

Character in general: It’s so sad that I have nar actually played a single Resident Evil Game (I used to watch my dad play them back when I was a smol) or touched a single DBD match but somehow still ended up hyper fixated on this character bc not only was he EVE R Y WHERE back when I was a kid he was my like favourite type of shitbag smarmy over confident character hdhghg I would probably write Albert Wesker if I had the confidence or the complete lore knowledge to hfhgh the perfect live action FC already exists for him thanks to Buffy 😭

How they play them: Hgdhgnh I’ve told them this personally but they’re soooo good, like I hear Albert’s voice when they post something??? Like I love him, a lot of people love uwuing softening villains & I’m like bro they’re fucking evil they may have tender moments or people they are softer with but that’s an EVIL hoe, stop pretending they didn’t do nothin’ wrong. He’s written so MEAN & I fucking adore that, it’s the same way I portray my Severus Snape bc that man has called his own spouse a fucking FOOL before & that’s. My. T y p e, Like I need them to understand I’m not just saying this bc they gave my shit stain gremlin girl a chance (okay maybe a little bc this place has burnt me many times b u t) I’m saying this because I genuinely don’t think they realise just how GOOD they portray this nasty snarky PHD wielding grifter man 😭

The mun: Hurt them & feel the sting of my blade, I swear to God, I will break into your home at 3:37 AM & slather cream cheese & onions on the inside of your pillowcases if I find out you ever legitimately hurt their feelings. Like I was so scared to follow them bc their writing was really on point & canon character blogs be acting stank as hell here especially to me bc Keira isn’t an easy™️ OC girl. & like idc if someone roasts me but I will r I d e for my squad, especially the ones who put up with my ridiculous spammy bullshit like they do hhhhh they deserve better than some of the absolutely manic posts I send them fr fr but I usually make up for my transgressions by sliding them the gud Albertcore.

Do I;

Follow them: I do, I followed their second blog @lxdyvenxm so fucking fast when I saw their post it gave me whiplash ghhgbhjn

RP with them: Of course I do, I have to stick all the pale haired tsunderes together in one spot though Al is a low-key yandere wearing the tsundere skin tbch but he’s deffo part of the club.

Want to RP with them: I… I need Keira to leave this man alone bc every time I get a new idea for Keira the DBD verse her first thought is “What would Albert think about it~🖤🖤🖤?” Yeah she’s a lil obsessio over him but I’M normal hfhgh I don’t want them to think I’m a weird stalker like I don’t want into Albert Wesker’s pants this CREATURE is the one who does!!!!

Ship their character with mine: The concept of them together is terrifying & I mean BOTH Keira & Albert & uhhh the other two shinies (YOU KNOW WHO grhfghf) like they would put the “Power” in the would power couple before some crazy shit starts going down in that Fog… So yeah I do, I want them holding hands while those hands are covered in blood… Because they’re making out while stabbing a person. While holding the same knife. Little known fact about me I fucking LOVE murder couples, especially where one’s a little more fucked up than the other but the other isn’t bothered by that instead they use their slightly calmer head to plan out some REALLY fucked up ideas for them to do together.

What is my;

Overall opinion: Send a long text get a long text ba- Oh wait wait that’s like summin different. Follow them. Love them. Ask about their headcanons bc their headcanons are really good & so fascinating??? Let Albert dismember & bully your muse, Keira wants to film him throwing around their body parts everywhere with the tentacles pls she said it’ll be super funny~~~~

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

#x: Look At My Friends! (Promo) #x: Answered #x: Out of Sin #manufactoredxbyxdesign #lxdyvenxm #Not Punky blindsiding us both halp 😭😭😭 #GGHFHUHJJH SO SNEAKY FUCKIN RUDE LMFAO

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🔥 + fresh

Boy, do I have a lot to say about this guy :D /pos

First things first: I love this guy!! I love this guy sooo so so much, bro!! He is my everything, my absolute world to me <333

I love this big, goofy, colorful, insanely smart (but not the most wise) little dork!! He is my absolute sunshine <3

He is so super well-written and deep and fascinating to me! I love his character and his personality and his flaws so much— he has so much of it!!

I used to be borderline phobic of him when I first discovered him back in circa 2016 up until about mid 2020 though— I’m talking this guy used to put me into legit near panic/anxiety attacks, because he lived (and still lives) in my mind, and I was terrified of him; because he’s scary smart, cunning, manipulative, and Fake.

Learning that my suspicions were correct and that there really was something wrong with him (him being an emotionless parasite who manipulates people and takes their bodies for their souls and that his surface acts were all fake, and that he also ENJOYS others’ pain and fear of him) didn’t help my fear either, hehe.

He also made me Hardcore Cringe because of how he dressed and spoke and acted, but I’ve long since grown over that. Now I also speak and dress and like the same sorta stuff he does, broseph! Hehe.

But even with all of that fear and hatred I used to have of him, I was interested. Very interested. Even though I never ever wanted to admit how interested I secretly was in him. He was my Fear Blorbo.

So, despite my terror and hatred, once I got back into this fandom in 2018 and got more into AUs, when I got into Aftertale and then Ask Error and had Fresh reintroduced to me, I started torturing myself looking more into Fresh’s character and canon content as well.

What I found and learned continued to grow those feelings of fascination and admiration, but I was still completely and utterly Terrified of him, and the canon content I was finding… both helped and didn’t help that fear go away.

Because he genuinely, factually is terrifying! But I like scary things, and eventually, with his own character development— both in canon and in my own story for Fresh (which I heavily, heavily base of Canon, because I will die if I don’t)— and my own character development, he eventually earned my trust, and I earned his in return, and I’m no longer phobic of him <3

We are now besties (/p & /r!) forevar and evar!!

I also think it’s really cool how many similarities we have, though we did become much more similar once I got over my phobia of him ;p (the similar interests and appearances and vocabulary!)

#don’t tag as kin/me! #ask #peepaw-william-says #Neon DS #ask game #honest opinion ask game #Fresh #ivyfresh #ivy can speak #long post #personal #save #favorite

[theladygazingatemptiness]

the thing everyone has been asking for (note: literally nobody asked.)..... Ranking The Spooky’s Beasts Based on Spook Factor Based On My Subjective Opinion (under a read more bc this is a mile long + wiki pages will be provided for the convenience of the two people who’ll read this)

Specimens:

Specimen 1: honestly it varies. depending on what pops up And depending on how On Edge I am it can either be a 0/10 or a 10/10

Specimen 2: the choking noises it makes are scary and it’s game over screen is pretty creepy too but. the specimen itself is not too spooky once you get used to it. so, 5/10 

Specimen 3: design is low on the spook factor for me (honestly he. looks kinda cute? maybe I’m just weird) but its movements are Uncomfortably fluid and its speed is nerve-racking + the clicking noises are bone-chilling. 7.5/10

Specimen 4 (Normal Mode): design isn’t really scary on its own and the chase music isn’t scary on its own at all but them combined makes for a pretty spooky chase sequence. 8/10

Specimen 4 (Endless Mode, in the link above): design on its own is horrifying and the chase music on its own is horrifying esp that fucking Ungodly screech at the beginning and them combined on top of how she fucks with your vision makes for a terrible time 10/10

Specimen 5: design doesn’t spook me v much but the noises it makes and how uncannily slow it moves and how it fucks up the interface is pretty creepy, plus its apparent ties to a cult is too 8.5/10

Specimen 6: annoying as a chaser but disturbing backstory, fucked up game over screen, design is based on the Happy Mask Salesman aka is creepy as fuck 9/10

Specimen 7: this is kinda a difficult one but.. the design and chase itself doesn’t really scare me but the fact that it most likely symbolizes mental illness and trauma makes it disturbing so 8.5/10 

Specimen 8: every single thing about Deer Lord terrifies me and I have legitimately had several real nightmares about this thing. 10/10

Specimen 9: still Barely have an opinion on this guy but the way it Comes At You out of nowhere if you don’t move is a decent jumpscare and how little we know about it other than the fact that it Might be a victim of the Imperial Japanese Unit 731 experiments (which were. Let’s Just Say, Very Not Pretty) is disturbing 7.5/10  

Specimen 10: hate the chase but its design and animations are gross and creepy and the chase music is creepy as well (like.. Calming/y creepy which is a trope that hits with me) and the Grand Entrance it makes is fucked up. 8.5/10

Specimen 11: design is kinda low on the Spook Scale but chase music is ominious the noises it makes are scary and the Demonic Cow Pictures it flashes before your eyes are p creepy. 8/10

Specimen 12: to keep it short: makes up one of The most tense and scariest pasts of the entire game imo 10/10

Specimen 13: Game Over screen is p creepy and the fact that it eats whales from the inside is terrifying/fucked up but aside from those everything else about it is Very tame compared to the other specimens and I never really felt anxious during its chase plus it’s more pretty than scary imo 4/10

Unknown Specimens:

Unknown Specimen 1/WHITEFACE: was creepy in IMSCARED, Is creepy here. nowhere near creepy as it was when I was younger but still creepy 7/10

Unknown Specimen 2/Otto the Otter: so I know this one is a joke character and was designed specifically to be Not Scary and its design and chase really aren’t particularly scary and I’m not going to treat like like a serious monster but imo its deep laugh and Glowing Dead Eyes are actually genuinely creepy imo plus its activation music also creeped me out and I really wish it was the chase music. so overall 5.5/10

Unknown Specimen 3/Spooper: on top of the fact that it makes you puke up blood and dead fetuses its chase is probably the most adrenalin inducing chases in the game and plus the music is creepy and the way that he just Slowly turns towards you is creepy too. 9/10

Unkown Specimen 4/Tirsiak: intentionally not very creepy designwise since the dev admitted to being tired of designing creepy characters when working on her but the chase theme is ominous (but also a bop.) and the game over screen where her animals eat you alive and leave behind a pile of gore is fucked up. 7/10

Unknown Specimen 5/Lisa: We All Know How I Feel About This Chase But I’m Judging Her On Spook Factor And Not How Fun Her Chase Is So. imo the build-up to her chase with the threatening notes and increasingly creepy music is Very well-done and her design and animations are pretty disturbing + her chase theme with her wailing in the BG while nothing groundbreaking Is pretty creepy plus her game over screen (which believe me I have seen A Lot) is fucking nasty. so.... 9/10; You Win This Round, Lisa

Hospital DLC Monsters (mostly based on their Endless Mode behavior if they are in Endless Mode): 

Monster 1/Security Guard: pretty much not a threat due to how Incredibly slow he walks but the way he just hobbles around aimlessly in the dark with his Giant Club Hands is hella unnerving 8/10

Monster 2/Body Bag: in general not all that scary to me but the Lead Up to it is well-done and creepy so 6/10

Monster 3/Baby Face: looks MAD gross and the noises it makes sound like a baby choking which freaks me out and the fact that there’s no chase music and that you really only know it’s there when you see it slowly hovering towards you is spooky 8/10

Monster 4/The Hanged Man: don’t care for the chase but design is creepy, music is creepy w/ how it starts with a Feral Roar, the fact that it rapidly teleports after you and doesn’t move an inch is creepy, and the implication that he ate his family and then hung himself in a mental hospital is really fucked up. 8.5/10

Monster 5/Ghost Cow: this thing legitimately scared the absolute Fuck out of me when I first encountered it in the DLC while turning a corner and its design is just. 10/10

Monster 6/Bekka: so in the DLC the way she appears as a tiny beam of light at the end of an endless hallway and just fuckin DARTS at you from the darkness and instakills you when you get close enough is startling enough for a 9/10 but in Endless Mode Bekka is. really nothing special spookwise imo + her mechanic is just plain annoying as shit 4/10

Dollhouse DLC Monsters (See Above.)

Husks: the fact that it’s implied that child souls are locked in them is disturbing and they Are startling when you first spot them hobbling towards you but once you know how to deal with them they become more of an annoyance than anything. 6.5/10

Woormy Charles: incredibly fucked up design, the implication that the child spirit in it is suffering immensely, the fact that he Game Over screen has it ripping you in half via stretching, and all on top of how it literally runs straight at you at 500 MPH? 9.5/10

The Clown: the fact that it Doesn’t actually do anything to you makes it less scary than if it Did do something to you but the fact that it just silently follows you when you aren’t looking is.... Very Creepy To Say The Least and I can definitely see why the child spirits didn’t like it. 8.5/10

Hooked Doll: not Too high on the Spook scale appearance-wise but moves Unnervingly fluidly/fast and its chase in the DLC is anxiety-inducing. 8/10 

Frenzy: Long Story Short: Is Why I Literally Always Keep The Doll Happy At All Times And Why The Moments I Don’t Have The Doll Are Some Of The Most Paranoia-Inducing Moments In Video Game History. 10/10

Miscellaneous (All on this page)

Class Shadows: definitely adds to the ominous atmosphere of the class segment but aside from that there’s really not much else to say 6/10

Violent Deer: Deer Lowkey Terrify Me And Carnivorous Man-Eating Deer Highkey Terrify Me 9/10

Howard: makes for an effective jumpscare the first few times you encounter him (which I’d give an 8/10) but the initial shock eventually wears off after a while. plus I hate the room he appears in so as a whole 5/10

W.A.M: I.... really have no comment or thoughts about this thing and Idk what to rate it I’m sorry

Carl: Design Is Pretty Creepy and overall makes for a good optional spook 8/10

The Virus: No Comment Or Thoughts Here Either

Scare Chair: doesn’t seem like much at first but will induce creepy effects when you sit in it. esp the Weird Faces 7.5/10

The Brain: Once Again, Nothing. Moving On

Nightmares: their designs + how quickly they move are pretty disturbing as is the fact that they represent someone’s PTSD that lead to Spooky being killed 8/10

Clicky: so the first time I played the Dollhouse DLC and I walked into a room and heard a clicking noise while I walked and I had No idea what it was and thought it was just the floor but when I watched an analysis video about the Dollhouse I found out that it was a dead-eyed doll crawling on the ceiling and staring down at me and I didn’t even know and that’s fucked me up ever since. 9/10

and that’s about everyone I think!!

#wak #sugar tag #cher discovers SJM late

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WiJ 2022 - 18: "Make Me" (1/9)

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This is the bitch that refused to let me write Rebellion before it. Point your finger and blame this piece lol

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CONTENT and WARNINGS: mer/shifter whumpee (in hooman form!), uhh... I genuinely don't know what you call it when some asshole falsely accuses someone of the Thirsty Gaze(TM) when he wasn't, the asshole knows it, and the asshole uses it as an excuse to beat the shit out of Pete, the... vague sexual allusions are vague, it's fine >.> , vaguer allusions of abuse mother to (adult) child

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Pete’s nerves nibbled at his mind and body; the clouds were getting heavy that afternoon. A storm was the last thing he wanted to be caught in. For someone like him, being in a storm with little more than a bike was a death sentence. And today, he had special cargo.

Buried in Pete’s satchel, wrapped in a spare towel, was a savoury, puff pastry swirl, and a few small tarts. They were still warm, but much longer in this blustery ride, and it would be a waste—pastries were never as good re-heated.

They were from a reputable bakery, one he always passed on the way home. He always eyed each mouth-watering morsel, but every time, he had to say no. Their goods cost more than he usually allowed himself—one gorgeous, dainty pastry from the display case cost the same as a sizable pie from his regular stop. Given his… dietary requirements, he more often than not had to put his needs above is wants, but given the miserable week, both weather and otherwise, Pete decided to give in.

He’d scraped together as much of his meagre spare change as he could to boost up this week’s allowance to afford him such a luxury. He knew he’d never be allowed more. He was lucky to even have one after what happened. But what was the point of saving left-overs, if not for this?

The wheels of the bicycle clicked as Pete stopped pedalling, spying his usual shelter to rest and eat before continuing on the rest of his journey home.

It didn’t seem like much, with only one wall full wall, but the small shelter on the edge of town had offered him ample shelter from rain-laden clouds on many occasions. With weather as extreme and moody as Devonhurst’s, it was a requirement to place these around the long stretches of road and parks where there was no other shelter. No doubt, with the fixed tables, chairs, and electric hearth, it had saved countless lives, including his own.

His good leg ached from the strain of taking the load. Sighing, he came to a stop and dismounted, unhooking his cane from its holder. This shelter had a tree, and was near to the cliffside. When he could bear to look at the ocean it was a mesmerising, though terrifying sight. Today, he turned his back to it, focusing on moving his bike inside. He grimaced as his leg continued its protest in unison with the throb of his injured foot.

Finally, he could have his prize.

Rich, savoury flavours danced across his tongue with hints of herbs cutting through, followed by citrus, berry. He’d save the chocolate for later. They were well worth the trouble, and coupled with dinner, he’d have a full belly for the first time in weeks.

Pete sighed again, allowing himself a second to relax before he continued back ho—to Kate’s terrace.

The rustle of grass and clothing signalled the presence of a stranger. He sat bolt upright, twisting to see a woman enter the shelter.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, bitch?” she said, malice lacing her tone.

Pete stood too quickly, sending a sharp wave of agony from his foot shooting up his leg. His breath caught in his chest, heart-rate picking up. He would’ve dropped his cane and the baggie if not for his frightened, white-knuckled grip. “Exc-c—wh-what?” he stammered. The package crinkled as he clutched it close to his chest.

“You think I’m a piece of meat, huh? Quit gawkin’ ya pathetic tadger.”

“I—I wasn’t, it-t—p-please, miss—” his hands and voice shook, and his mouth dried. “Please g-go away.” She stepped toward him, prompting Pete to falter backward, “Make me.”

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undesired gift. [ diluc x reader ]

prompt: donna gives diluc a bottle of mysterious, alchemic liquid. much to everyone’s surprise, diluc tries some. unfortunately, it has some results neither diluc, donna, or you expected. diluc’s part of my love potion series! pairing: diluc x f!reader warnings: none? implied that the love potion evokes true feelings, but if such concepts make you uncomfortable, this is your warning! :) word count: ~1.5k words

a/n: this was originally just gonna be short scenarios but i got pretty wordy with ideas for everyone, so it’s been extended to a full series with independent parts for each character! ... i’ve written a lot of diluc in such a short time HAHA

“where’d you get that?” you ask, gesturing to the bottle that rests on the back countertop of angel’s share. you, one of diluc’s long-time bartenders and one of the few people he would actually consider a friend, had no recollection of ever seeing such a drink within the establishment. it appeared to be pink moscato, but the way the liquid glimmered in the light warned you otherwise.

“it was a gift from his favorite person,” kaeya joins in from his seat on the opposite side of the counter from you and diluc. you raise your eyebrows at him in confusion and amusement.

“you?” you ask kaeya and both kaeya and diluc let out a huff of air at your question. 

“not quite. donna.” kaeya corrects you and diluc looks mortified as laughter bursts out of you. you look at the drink once more and are sent into another fit of giggles, all while diluc glares at kaeya for telling you such a thing and kaeya only smirks smugly back at him.

“donna? why did she think sending you a drink from a competitor was a good romantic strategy?” you ask. diluc wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and avoid this conversation, but he knows how you and kaeya work when you’re together: a duo created of chaos and destruction. after all, the three of you had grown up as childhood friends, with you being the reason kaeya and diluc even acknowledge the presence of the other anymore. 

“we are talking about the woman who likes to moan diluc’s name in the street like it’s a holy mantra,” kaeya shoots back and diluc can’t help but envy kaeya for how easily he makes you laugh, even if it is at diluc’s own expense.

“right, right,” you turn to diluc. “so, are you going to drink it? what if it’s poisoned?”

the genuine concern in your voice, combined with the way your tone becomes gentler when speaking directly to diluc has his stomach erupting into butterflies. meanwhile, kaeya pops diluc’s little bubble of infatuation with his next comment.

“maybe it has laxatives in it so diluc stops looking constipated all the time,” kaeya interjects. the corners of your lips twitch and diluc only sighs in response, choosing to ignore his estranged brother’s comment.

“i... doubt it’s poisoned. out of all of us, donna likely irritates me the most, but i doubt she would try to kill me with a drink,” diluc says to you, doing his best to ignore kaeya, who takes a drink from the glass of wine he had been carefully nursing for the last half hour.

“well, there is one way we can find out. you should try some!” your tone sounds like you’re just trying to be a supportive friend, but diluc knows you far too well to fall for it. despite this, the redhead has never been able to say no to you, which is something you are well aware of.

“fine,” diluc says and before you or kaeya can stop him, he uncorks the bottle and takes a swig, leaving you and kaeya to gape at him, wide-eyed. you half expect the redhead to fall over as if the alcohol wounded him, but he just winces at the aftertaste. after recovering, diluc just stares at you, bewildered by your bewilderment.

“h... how was it?” you finally ask. diluc glances down at the bottle in his hand.

“i would never sell nor supply anyone with this, even if i was paid extra to do so.” diluc responds and he feels the tips of his ears warm at the way you give a light laugh in response.

the night continues as normal, with kaeya eventually getting booted out at closing time with all other patrons. this leaves you and diluc alone, who seems to be in a strangely good mood, but you fail to say anything in fear of disrupting the soft smile that seems to be a permanent fixture on his face for the night. such happy nature on his behalf hadn’t started until he took a drink from donna’s gift, but you were fairly certain from the smell that it was non-alcoholic. plus, even diluc wasn’t that much of a lightweight, right?

instead... was he happy with the gift? did he like the attention donna gave him? he had never gave an indicator as to such a thing beforehand, but he had willingly consumed her gift under the smallest provocation from you. did he desire to court her? the sickening feeling of jealousy begins to gnaw at your stomach and you quickly attempt to ignore it, in the same way you had done your best to ignore your blossoming feelings for diluc over the last few months. the two of you were friends and that’s all you ever would be. you had no right to get jealous over a romantic gesture when you weren’t even brave enough to make one yourself.

but archons, you can never stop yourself from speaking, can you?

“what’s got you in a good mood?” you ask as you wipe down the counter while diluc wipes down the tables. cleanup duty was often one of the few times diluc engaged in small talk, but you couldn’t help but to curse yourself for breaking the comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you. diluc looks nonplussed by the interruption and looks up from his towel to smile at you.

it’s wide and his teeth are bright and it contorts his face in the most beautiful of ways, but it’s so uncharacteristic that you’re thrown for a loop, heat rising to your face. in all the years since his father’s death, you had never seen diluc smile in such a way.

what was in that drink? you ask yourself, but before you can think too much about it, diluc’s voice is interrupting your racing thoughts.

“i get to spend this time with you.” his words are honest and true, but they only result in the widening of your eyes. bewilderment consumes you whole as he sets his cleaning supplies down on the table. who is this and what did they do to my diluc?

“what’s with that face? do you not believe me?” diluc asks, walking over to you and slipping behind the bar, standing only a few feet away.

i must have passed out, you determine. there’s no way in hell-

“why wouldn’t i be happy when i get to spend time with the person i’m in love with?” diluc’s words are spoken simply, innocence interwoven into every word. you stiffen in response to them, staring at diluc blankly as your mind struggles to catch up with the sudden turn of events.

“w... what?” you breathe, absolutely terrified by the fact that mr. grumpy pants, the one whom you had fallen in love with, was suddenly knocking down every single one of his walls to tell you that he loves you. he loves you, the one who pesters him every time the two of you are on shift together. the one who would pester him when you were kids, insisting that the two of you should play knights together if he really wanted to become one. the one who stood before him now, tired and stuck in a disheveled bartender uniform. 

diluc closes the distance between the two of you and stands before you, lifting his hand to cup your cheek gently. the pad of his thumb sweeps back and forth on your cheek and you hate yourself for leaning into his touch. this isn’t him. there’s no way. she did something to that drink. the redhead deciphers your hesitation with ease and smirks at you.

“do you want me to prove it?” diluc challenges as his ruby eyes flicker downward to glance at your lips. 

shimmering pink liquid. where had you seen it before? you wrack your brain as diluc leans in and you immediately pull away as you retrieve your answer, leaving him to frown at your rejection.

“this isn’t...” you begin, stumbling over your words as you feel your head spin. archons, diluc got so close that you smelled his cologne. “what you drank earlier. it’s from the souvenir shop, it’s a love p-”

“love potion,” diluc interrupts, finishing your words for you. “i know. i read the bottom of the bottle beforehand. i did not necessarily expect it to work, but i figured that, at the worst, it would motivate me to confess my feelings to you.”

“oh.” you respond, voice hollow. “oh.”

he... knew?

“now that such misconceptions have been cleared, i suppose i should clarify my question as well.” diluc looks at you with an intensity you had never seen from him before. it sends a thrill through your body as his arms pin you between him and the countertop. “i would like to kiss you. may i?”

you nod. 

you swear you taste the love potion on his lips.

#diluc favoritism alert but thats a given for this blog #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #ill make a masterlist for this series later lol #diluc #genshin impact

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

Alright, I read your recent post and need to know - what is your interpretation of Maglor’s relationship with the twins?

askjdhslkjag my biggest self-inflicted problem in this fandom is that my take on maglor, elrond, and elros' relationship is so intensely detailed and specific i am forever tormented by none of the fic i read ever quite getting it right (from my perspective; i’ve read plenty of fic that presents a good interpretation on their own terms, it’s just never mine.) it’s simultaneously way darker than the fluffy kidnap dads stuff and nowhere near as black-and-white awful as the anti-fëanorian crowd likes to paint it, it’s messy and complicated and surrounded by darkness, and yet there’s also a sincere connection within it which mostly serves to make all those complications worse. angry teenage elrond is angry for a great many reasons, and the circumstances around him being raised by kinslayers account for at least half of them. there’s lots of complexity here, and i don’t see it in fic nearly as often as i’d like

(warning: the post... feathers? i already have an internet friend called faeiri this could be awkward - anyway, the post she’s talking about includes the line ‘everyone is wrong about kidnap dads except me.’ this post follows on from that in being as much a commentary about why various popular interpretations of both how the kidnapdoption went and the way people subsequently characterise the twins just don’t work for me as it is a setting out of my own ideas. i’m not really interested in getting into discourse here, i’m just trying to get my thoughts down. i’ve read fic with these interpretations before that i’ve liked, even, don’t take this as a Condemnation, aight? also this turned out long as hell, so i’m putting it under a cut)

i can never buy entirely fluffy depictions of kidnap dads

which isn’t to say i don’t read them! sometimes all i want is something sweet, for these kids to get to be happy for once. it’s not like i think their time with the fëanorians was completely devoid of laughter

it’s just. the pet names, the special days out, the home-cooked meals, it can get so treacly it stops feeling like the characters they are in the situation they’re in and turns into Generic Found Family #272

it soaks out all the complexity - which is the thing i am here for - and acts like oh, these kids were never in any danger, they were perfectly happy being abducted by the people who murdered everyone they knew, there’s nothing possibly questionable about this relationship at all

and... yeah. that’s not the characters i know. that’s not the context i know they belong to

i just can’t forget the circumstances that led them to meet

rivers of blood, the air filled with screams, a town ablaze, a woman choosing to die. every interaction the three of them have is going to proceed from that nightmare

(sidenote: i tend to hold it was maglor that raised the twins, with maedhros looming ominously in the background not really getting involved. it’s mostly personal preference, i’ve been in and out of the fandom since before this kidnap dads thing blew up and when i joined that was a perfectly standard reading)

(also the cave thing was a dumb idea, old man, if only because it implies beleriand had streams safe enough for children to play in at that point. the way it separates the twins from the third kinslaying is also something i don’t particularly vibe with)

probably my least favourite angle i’ve seen on the situation (edged out only by ‘maglor was actively abusive towards the twins’ which no no no no no no no no NO) is the idea that maglor (and/or maedhros, append as necessary) took the twins specifically to raise them

like, i get where it’s coming from, but it makes maglor come off as really creepy

(i have read fics where it is indeed played off as really creepy, but that’s not a maglor i have any interest in reading about)

(’mags 100% bad’ is just as facile a take to me as ‘mags 100% good’)

even if you’re saying maglor took them in because they had no one left to take care of them - i highly doubt they were the only children the fëanorians orphaned at sirion. idk, it always makes maglor seem much less sympathetic than i think it’s meant to

i prefer to think of it as more... organic? something that evolved, not something that was preordained. them growing closer gradually, the twins finding an adult who might maybe be on their side, maglor becoming invested in them almost by accident

and then the twins are so comfortable with the second scariest monster in amon ereb they frequently sass him off and maglor’s gotten so used to not hurting them he’s not even thinking about it any more. no one’s quite sure how it happened, but they’ve made a Connection

‘wait aren’t they a murderous warlord of questionable mental stability and a pair of terrified small children who’ve lost everyone they ever knew? isn’t that kinda fucked up?’ yup! that’s the point! complexity!

another idea i don’t like is the idea that maglor was an objectively better parent to the twins than eärendil or elwing

other people have talked about this already, i won’t rehash the whole thing. i will say that while i don’t think elwing was a perfect parent - someone so young, in such a horrible situation, i wouldn’t blame her for screwing up - i do think she (and eärendil) did the best by them they possibly could

this is one of the few things they have in common with maglor

something i come across now and again is the idea that sure, elwing and eärendil weren’t abusive or horrible or anything, but they were a couple of basically-teenagers with so many other responsibilities, there was only so much they could do. maglor, on the other hand, is an experienced adult who could take much better care of the twins

and...

first off, it’s not like mags doesn’t have a job. he’s a warlord, he has a fortress to help run, military shit to handle, lots of other stuff that needs to get done to stop everyone from starving or getting eaten by orcs. i feel like sirion had enough of a government there was plenty of opportunity for elwing to take days off and play with her kids, but in the fëanorian camp nobody really has the time to chase after a couple of toddlers, least of all one of the last points on the command network. they just don’t have the people any more

(seriously, the twins getting a formal education with tutors and classes and shit is a weirdly specific pet peeve of mine. this is a band of renegades, not a royal household; if there’s anyone left with those kinds of skills they almost certainly have more important things to do)

more than that, though - well, a quick glance through my late stage fëanorians tag should tell you a lot about what i think maglor’s mental state is like at this point. he is so accustomed to violence death means nothing to him, he’s lost most of his capacity for genuinely positive emotion to an endless century of defeat and despair, he hates everything in the universe, especially himself, he’s only able to keep functioning through a truly astounding amount of denial, and he covers it all up with a layer of snark and feigned apathy, which he defends aggressively because he’s subconsciously realised that if it breaks he’ll have absolutely nothing left

(maedhros, for the record, is... i’d say more stable, but at a lower point. maglor may interact with the world mostly through cold stares and mocking laughter, but at least his mind is firmly rooted in the present)

(on the other hand, at least maedhros lets himself be aware of what they are and where their road will lead)

which... this doesn’t mean maglor doesn’t try to be kind to the twins, or rein in his worst impulses around them

there’s just so little of him left but the weapon

he stalks through the halls like a portent of death and gets into hours-long screaming matches with maedhros and has definitely killed people in front of the twins

not even as, like, a deliberate attempt to scare them, but because when you solve most of your problems by stabbing them it’s pretty much a given that people who spend a lot of time around you are going to see you do it at least once

and sometimes, he curls up in an empty hallway, and weeps

... suffice it to say i don’t think elwing’s the more preoccupied, or the less mentally ill, parent here

just. in general, the fëanorians aren’t cackling boogeymen, but they’re not particularly nice either

no one has the energy left for that. not these isolated and weary soldiers at the end of a long losing war and the beginning of the end of the world. they don’t really bother to guard the kids against them escaping. where else are they going to go?

the sheer despair that must have been in the fëanorian camp after sirion, the knowledge that the cause cannot be fulfilled, that they are utterly forsaken, that they’re really just waiting to die -

it can’t have been a happy place to grow up in, under the shadow of loss and grief and deeds unrepentable, and the slow march of inevitable defeat

they would have had a better childhood if they stayed in sirion, raised by people who knew how to hope

but that isn’t the childhood they had. and despite everything i’ve said, i don’t think that childhood was an entirely awful one

yeah, see, this is where the other side of my self-inflicted fandom catch-22 comes in. just as much of the pro-kidnap dads stuff comes off as overly saccharine and simplified to me, i find much of the anti-kidnap dads stuff equally simplistic in the opposite direction

the idea that maglor and the fëanorians never meant anything to elros and elrond, that they had no effect on the people they became at all, that it was just a horrible thing that happened when they were children, easily thrown in the rear-view mirror...

that’s even more impossible to me than the idea that life with the fëanorians was 100% fluffy and nice

like, i’ve seen the take that elros and elrond hated the fëanorians from start to finish. they were perfect little sindarin princes, loyal to their people and the memory of doriath, spurning every scrap of kindness offered to them and knowing just what to say to twist the knife into the kinslayers’ wounds

... dude. they were six. hell, given their peredhelness, mentally they could easily have been younger

what six year old has a firm grasp of their ethnic identity? what six year old is fully aware of their place in history? what six year old would understand the politics that led to their situation?

don’t get me wrong, i can see hatred in there. but something else that doesn’t get acknowledged alongside it often enough is the fear

some of the stuff i’ve read feels like it gives the kids too much power in the situation. they’re perfectly happy to talk back to and belittle the people who burned down their hometown and killed everyone they ever knew, like miniature adults who don’t feel threatened at all

and, like, six. i can see them going for insults as a defensive measure, but it is defensive. it’s covering up fear, not coming from secure disdain

(and a lot of those insults sound, again, like things an adult who’s already familiar with the fëanorians would say, not a scared child who’s lost almost everything. why would a six year old raised by sindar and gondolindrim know what the noldolantë is, let alone what it means to maglor?)

(... i’m just ranting about this one fic that’s been ruffling my feathers for five years straight now, aren’t i)

i mean, i write elrond as the world’s angriest teenager, who snipes at maglor pretty much constantly, but the thing about angry teenage elrond is that he’s angry teenage elrond

he’s spent long enough with the fëanorians he has a pretty secure position within the camp, and he knows that maglor won’t hurt him from a decade and change of maglor not, in fact, hurting him

but as a small and terrified child abducted by the monsters his mother had nightmares about? he fluctuated wildly between ‘randomly guessing at things to say that wouldn’t get him killed’ ‘screaming at maglor to go away in words rarely more complicated than that’ 'desperately trying not to do or say anything in the hopes of not being noticed’ and ‘hiding’

(and i don’t think the twins were never in any danger from the fëanorians, either. quite besides the point that before they started orbiting maglor nobody was really sure what to do with them... well, they wouldn’t be the first children of thingol’s line the minions took revenge on)

(fortunately for them, maglor did, in fact, take them under his wing. by this point even their own followers are shit scared of the last two sons of fëanor, nobody’s going to mess with their stuff and risk getting mauled. tactically, it was a pretty good decision for a couple of toddlers)

more to the point, i feel like a child that young, in a situation that horrible, wouldn’t reject any kindness they were offered, any soothing touch in a universe of terror

in a world full of big scary monsters, the best way to survive is to get the biggest scariest monster possible to protect you. that’s how elros rationalises it when they’re, like, eight, mentally, but at the time they were just latching on to the only person around them who seemed to care about them

that’s how it started, on their end. two very young very scared children lost in a neverending nightmare clinging tightly to the lone outstretched pair of hands

as for maglor...

i’ve called mags evil before, but i see that as more of a... technical term? he is evil because he did the murder, he remains evil because he won’t stop doing the murder. hot take: murder bad

but that doesn’t make him, like, a moustache-twirling saturday morning cartoon villain. he is deeply unhappy with the position he’s in and the person he’s become, and he’s always trying not to take that final step over the edge

it’s not that i can’t see a maglor who is abusive or manipulative or who sees the twins more as objects than people. it’s just that that characterisation is one i am profoundly uninterested in. i do occasionally read fic with it, but it never enters my own headcanons

horrible people can do good things!! kinslayers can do good things!! the fallen are capable of humanity!! people can do both good and evil things at the same time, because people are complicated!! maglor is not psychologically incapable of actually taking pity on these kids!!!!

it’s... again, complexity. the fëanorians straddle the line between black and white, which is a lot less sharp in the legendarium than it’s sometimes characterised as. it’s what draws me to their characters so much, why i have so many stupid headcanons about them. pretending they fall firmly on either side of the line is my real fandom pet peeve

and, like, this moment? this sincere connection between a bloodstained warlord and two children who will grow up to be great and kind in equal measure? i may not entirely like the direction the fandom’s taken it recently, but that beat, that relationship, it still gets me

so no, i don’t think elrond and elros’ years with the fëanorians were an endless cavalcade of abuse and misery. i think there was love there, despite the darkness all around them

an old, tired monster, and the two tiny children it protects

maglor never hurts the twins, not ever, not once. his claws are sharp and his fangs are keen, if he so much as swatted them he’d rip them in half. instead he folds down the razor edges of his being, interacting with them ever so carefully. he has nightmares of suddenly tearing into their skin

seriously, the power differential between them is so great, maglor so much as raising his voice would break any trust they have in this horribly dangerous creature. fics where he does corporal punishment always get the side-eye from me

the mood of their relationship is... i find it hard to put into words. melancholy, maybe, like a sunny afternoon a few days before the end of the world. three people who’ve lost so much finding what respite they can in each other as the world slowly crumbles around them

there are times when it feels like the three of them exist in a world of their own, marked out by the edges of the firelight. maglor telling stories of the stars, elros giving relaxed irreverent commentary, elrond getting a few moments to just be, all their troubles kept at bay

they are the last two lights in a world sunk into darkness, the last two living beings he does not on some level hate. he will tear his own heart out before he sees them in pain

he teaches them to ride, he teaches them to read, he gives them everything he still has left. the twins should never have been in this situation, maglor probably isn’t entirely fit to take care of them, but it is what it is, and they take what love they can

(maglor depends on the twins emotionally a bit more than any adult should rely on any child. he’s still very much the caretaker in their relationship, but that relationship is the only one he has left that’s not stained by a century of rage and grief. he’s obsessed with them, maedhros tells him frequently. maglor’s standard response to this is to try to gouge maedhros’ eyes out)

(that particular darker side to their relationship, where maglor’s attachment to the twins turns into a desperate possessiveness - that’s not something i think i’ve ever seen in fic. which is a shame, it feels much closer to my own characterisation than the standard ways this relationship gets maleficised. darker, in a different way than usual. horribly compelling in its plausibility)

however you want to read it, i don’t think you can deny this is a relationship that defines elrond and elros’ childhood. they were raised in the woods by a pack of kinslayers, the text is quite clear on this

but i’ve seen a lot of talk about how elros and elrond are only sirion’s children. they are completely 100% sindarin, they love and forgive eärendil and elwing thoroughly and without question, they identify with doriath over - even gondolin, let alone tirion. the fëanorians - the people who raised them - had zero effect on the people they grew into and the selves they created

and that, more than anything else, i find utterly unbelievable

look, i get what this is a reaction to. a lot of the kidnap dads stuff paints the fëanorians as elrond and elros’ ‘real’ family, and i’ve already talked about what i think of the idea that maglor-and-possibly-also-maedhros were better parents than eärendil and elwing. i think it’s reductive and overly optimistic and just a little too neat

but to say instead that elrond and elros held no great love in their hearts for maglor, no lingering affinity with the fëanorians, no influence on their identity from the people they grew up around, none at all? that after it happened they just left it behind and resumed being the same people they were in sirion?

that strikes me as just as much an oversimplification. it sands down all the potential rough edges of their identity, all that inconvenient complexity that stops them from fitting into any well-defined box, and replaces it with a nice safe simple self-conception i find just as flat and boring as declaring them 100% fëanorian

we can quibble over who they call ‘father’ (i personally find that whole debate kinda petty) but denying that it was actually maglor who was the closest thing they knew to a parent for most of their childhoods, and that that would, in fact, affect the way they thought of themselves and their family, elides so many interesting possibilities out of existence

(i’m not even going to get into the most braindead take i have ever heard on the subject, namely that because their time with the fëanorians was such a small fraction of elrond’s total lifespan it was like being kidnapped for two weeks as a toddler and had no greater significance than that. do you not understand what childhood is????)

like, i tend to think of elrond as a child as being very loudly not-a-fëanorian. elros is more willing to go with the flow - hey, if the creepy kinslayer wants kids, elros is happy to play into that in order to not be murdered - but elrond is very firm that he’s not happy to be here and he doesn’t belong with them

(this is after they get over their initial terror, of course, when they’ve realised they won’t be fed to the orcs for the tiniest slight. even so, elrond only really gets shirty about it around people he’s comfortable with, whose reactions he can reasonably guess at. naturally, the first person he does it to is maglor)

elros calls maglor their father exactly once, when they’re... maybe early preteens? this is because elrond hears him do it and immediately loses his shit. they have a dad, elrond says, in tears, and a mum, and any day now their real parents are going to come to pick them up and take them home

... right?

it gets harder to believe as the years roll on, as their memories of sirion fade, as they find their own places within the host, as maglor watches over them as they grow. elrond still mentally sets himself apart from the fëanorians, but it’s more of an effort every year. life in the fëanorian camp is the only one he’s ever really known. he can barely remember his mother’s voice

then the war of wrath starts, and the fëanorian host drifts closer to the army of valinor, and the twins come into contact with non-fëanorians for the first time in forever, and it becomes clear just how obviously fëanorian elrond is. he always insisted he wasn’t like the kinslayers at all, but he dresses like them, talks like them, fights like them

the myth cycles the edain tell are almost completely unfamiliar to him, he barely remembers the shape of the songs of lost doriath. even these sarcastic commentary and subversive reinterpretations he made of maglor’s stories - those were still maglor’s stories! he’s been trying to guess at the person he was meant to be, but it’s growing nightmarishly blatant how little elrond ever knew about him

instead, the people he was born to are as alien to him as the orcs of morgoth. he is a fëanorian, through and through

... yeah, elrond (and/or elros) having an absolutely massive identity crisis upon being reintroduced to his quote-unquote ‘true kin’ is another angle i’d love to see in fic that i don’t think i’ve ever come across. all those potential grey areas around who they are and who they’re supposed to be sound utterly fascinating, and i think it’s the complexity i hate to see elided over the most

i really, really doubt they could effortlessly slot back into being eärendil and elwing’s children. not when they’ve been surrounded by, lived alongside, been raised by the people who were supposed to enemies for most of their lives

they just don’t fit into that box any more. they can’t

speaking of eärendil and elwing, while i do agree that they both (especially elwing) get a lot more flak than they deserve, i don’t agree that therefore elrond and elros were never the slightest bit mad at them and fully forgave them for everything with no reservations

because, well, they were left behind. elwing had no other choice, but they were still left behind; it led to the world being saved, but they were still left behind. all the best intentions in the universe don’t erase the weeks and months and years of waiting, of a hope that grew thinner and frailer until it finally quietly broke

that’s a real hurt, and a real grievance. even if the twins rationally understand that their parents were making the best out of their terrible situation, you can’t logic away emotions like that. it’s perfectly possible for them to know they have no reason to resent eärendil or elwing, and yet still harbour that bitterness and pain

(i did write a thing once where elrond loudly rejects eärendil as his father in favour of maglor, but something i didn’t add in that i probably should have is that elrond later regretted doing that)

(not like, several centuries later, when he’d grown old and wise. two hours later, when he’d calmed down. but he was still legitimately angry at eärendil, because the one thing angry teenage elrond was not lacking in was reasons to be mad at the adults around him, and before he could figure out if he had anything less furious to say the hosts of the valar left middle-earth behind)

(it’s another element to the tragedy of the whole thing. in that particular story, which is mostly aiming for maximum pain, the only thing elrond’s birth parents know about their son for thousands of years is that he hates them)

(and he doesn’t, not really. you can’t hate someone you’ve never known)

not that i think they couldn’t ever make up with their parents! fics where elrond and his birth parents work past all the things that lie between them and form a functional familial bond despite it all give me life. i just don’t like the idea that there’s nothing difficult for them to work past

i don’t like the idea that elrond and elros would naturally, effortlessly identify with the mother they last saw when they were six and the people they only vaguely remember. i can see them doing it as a political move, i can see them going for it as a deliberate personal choice, but i can’t seeing it being immediate and automatic and easy

no matter how great a pair of heroes eärendil and elwing are, that doesn’t change the fact that to elrond and elros, they’re at most a few scattered memories and a collection of far-off stories. and so long as the twins stay in middle-earth, they’re never going to draw any closer

compared to the dynamic, multifaceted, personal, and deep bonds they have with the fëanorians - who, and i know i keep saying this but i think it gets tossed aside way more casually than it should, are the people who actually raised them, their birth parents must feel like a distant idea

and that’s why i can never buy interpretations of elrond as 100% sindarin, a pure son of doriath, with no messy grey areas or awkward jagged edges to his identity. given everything we know about his life, it seems almost cartoonishly simplistic

honestly it seems like a narrative a bunch of old doriathrin nobles trying to manouevre elrond into being high king of the sindar or something would propagate. it's neat and nice and tidy, something that’d be much more convenient for everyone if elrond did feel that way

but i just don’t see how he can. this narrative is easy and simple in a way real people never are, it ignores all the forces pulling him apart. elrond being uncomplicatedly sindarin with the life he lives and the people he's close to - that doesn’t make any sense to me

which isn’t to say i think he’s 100% noldorin, from either a gondolindrim or a fëanorian perspective. (i find it a little more believable, given, again, who he grew up around and who he hangs out with, but it’s still a bit too reductive for my tastes.) it’s also not to say i couldn’t believe an elrond who made an active choice to emphasise his sindarin heritage

it’s not how i think of him, but it works. i don’t have a problem with other people interpreting the complexities of the twins’ identities differently

i just have a problem with people acting like it doesn’t exist

in general i think there’s a lot untapped potential that gets left behind when you declare the twins, separately or together, as All One Thing

they’re descended from half the noble houses of beleriand, and they have deep personal ties to most of the rest. they belong to all of the free peoples even the dwarves, somehow, probably and i feel like that was kind of the old man’s point? so many peoples meet in them, to say they wholly belong to any one species is probably an oversimplification

they sit at a crossroads of potential identities, and rather than narrowing down their worldviews to one single path, they take the hard road and choose all of them. that’s what you need to do, if you want to change the world

and, to bring this back to my ostensible topic, in my estimation at least this mélange of possible selves does include them as fëanorians! it’s not overpowering, but it’s certainly there, and the adults they grow into long after they’ve left the host still bear influence from their childhood

nothing super obvious, nothing that wouldn’t stand out if you didn’t know what to look for, but there’s something almost incandescent in how fiercely elros reaches out for his dreams

there’s something almost defiant in elrond’s drive to be as kind as summer

as for who they publically claim as their family... honestly, it depends. while it’s usually more tactically prudent for elros to connect himself to his various human ancestors, on occasion he does find a use for his free in with the elf mafia, and elrond, code switcher par excellence, is famously the son of whoever is most politically convenient at the moment, which is rarely, but not never, maglor

(in the privacy of their own minds, well, eärendil and elwing may have been the parents elros was supposed to have, but maglor was the parent he actually had, and elros doesn’t particularly care to mope over what might have been. elrond, for his part, figures that after all the shit maglor has put him through, the least that bastard owes him is a father)

but honestly? i think before any of their mountain of identities, before thinking of themselves as sindarin or gondolindel or hadorian or haladin or fëanorian or anything, elrond and elros identify as themselves

they are peredhil, they are númenóreans, they are whoever they make themselves to be. that’s how elrond finally resolved his identity, figured out who he was and found something past the pain and the rage

he wasn’t doriathrin, or gondolindrin, or falathrin, or fëanorian, or whatever else. he was elrond, no more and no less

and that person, elrond, could be whatever he chose to be

... elros came to a similar conclusion, with much less sturm und drang that he’s willing to admit. being able to go ‘hey, i can’t possibly be biased towards any one of your cultures, because i’m descended from all of you and i was raised by murderelves’ makes it a lot easier to unite people around your personal banner, turns out

the stories other people tried to force on them shattered into pieces, and the peredhel twins were free to shape themselves into anything they could dream of

and as the new world struggles alive, these lost children of an Age of death begin to bloom into their full glorious selves -

i just. i love the poetry of that. despite every single shadow that hangs over their past, despite all the clashing notes pulling them apart, they harmonise it all into a greater, kinder theme, determined to make their world a better place in whatever way they can

they fail, of course, but so do all things. the inevitable march of entropy doesn’t diminish the long millennia they (and their descendants) held onto the light

and their growing up in the fëanorian host definitely had a huge effect on the noble lords they became. you can see it in elros’ loud ambition to create a land of happiness and hope, elrond’s quiet resolve to heal all the hurts inflicted by this marred reality

it wasn’t a perfect time by any means, but neither was it a nightmare. it was what it was, a desperate existence at the edge of a knife where, nevertheless, they were loved

even after years upon decades upon centuries have passed, it’s hard for the wise king and the honourable sage to separate out and identify all the conflicting emotions swirling around their childhood. they never knew eärendil or elwing, true, but they also never really knew maglor

not as equals, not as adults, not as people who could truly understand him. he disappeared into the fog of history, leaving only childhood memories of razor-sharp, gentle hands

it’s messy and it’s complicated and getting any real closure would be like shoving their way through a thornbush with bare hands even if elrond could find the shithead, and yet at the core of it all, there is light. not the brightest of lights, maybe, but an enduring one

that contrast, above all, that note of warmth amidst the shadows, is what fascinates me so much about their relationship. three screwed up people in a screwed up world, finding a little peace with each other

and the fact that somehow, it does have a good ending - the children grow up magnificent and compassionate and just, they become exemplars of all their peoples, lodestars of the new world born out of the ashes of the old - that makes it seem to me like this relationship must have contained some fragment of happiness

but, fuck, all the darkness that surrounds that love, all the tangled-up emotions its existence necessitates, all the prefabricated self-identities it can never slot into - nothing about it is simple, nothing about it is easy, and i find that utterly enthralling. especially how, despite everything, that flickering light never goes out

well, i don’t think it does, anyway. my take on this relationship is both complicated enough no one else ever quite gets it right and well-defined enough every single ‘error’ in other people’s interpretations sticks out like a kinslayer in rivendell

it is an entirely self-inflicted problem, i will admit. other people are allowed to interpret those complexities differently from me, and it’s entirely my own fault i lack the :waves hands around nebulously: to write my own hypothetical fic on the subject at a pace faster than glacial

still, though. i do wish there was more fic out there that engaged with these complexities. a lot of the common fandom interpretations of this relationship just sweep it all away

#ask #my terrible headcanons #elros #elrond #maglor #elwing #earendil #feanorians #niphredilien #yellow feathered faerie #putting your old url in the tags for archival purposes #post nyanyannya askbox clearout #ironically it turned out almost as long as the songfic that clogged up my askbox in the first place #and it is DONE #fuck this took forever to write #stayed up late just to get it out the door so i don't have to think about it any more #this is a long ramble and i'm pretty sure the end is just me repeating myself ad nausem sorry #i'll admit to a certain pro-feanorian bias in my interpretation #but i also don't want elros and elrond to just. live in a neverending horrorshow for decades #the silm's cruel enough we don't need that #narratively i feel like elrond being All Of The Elves is a good mirror for elros being All Of The Humans #but it didn't really fit the angle i was going for #bleck #let's see how many followers i lose for this