#i've always been an obedient child

[oldfarmerbillswife]

I could be much worse than I am but you don't even consider that.

#personal #me #ugh #why do i so desperately need validation from my mother. like. if she doesn't like one thing about me i want to kms. #but she doesn't even think about the fact that I'm not a party girl I'm not a heavy drinker or drug abuser or anything crazy. #I've been blunt my whole life and that's not going to change. #i wasn't even attacking her i wasn't even trying to disrespect her and she always takes me the wrong way. #like imagine if i WAS attacking and intentionally being disrespectful?! i never would. but imagine. i could've BEEN that problem child. #but I've actively chosen to BE obedient and diligent and freaking responsible for my brothers and helping with bills.... #... because I've always needed the validation that i AM a good girl. #am i insecure? #wth is wrong with me. #do i do it for the wrong reasons? #:/ #idk #i just hate how easily she can make me feel like trash because I mentally allow that. i let it eat me up inside. #rant #sorry #i love my mother. i just need to rant and distance myself a little.

[dotster001]

When You Escape Him; Scarabia

Summary: Yandere Scarabia boys x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: Yandere, dark themes, betrayal, somehow Jamil is a shit in both parts, reader gets slapped in Kalim's part, implied hypnosis

Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

You’d always known this was a possibility. But when so much time had passed,  you had hoped for the best.

“Y/N!” You heard him before you saw him. His voice was excited as you heard shouts and running feet come your way. You looked down at your five year old, who seemed to have no idea what was wrong, smiling happily as he chewed on the donut you'd given him for being such a good boy at the doctor.

You could run.

But you wouldn't make it far.

And in the split second you took to think about it, a familiar set of bejeweled arms was wrapped around you.

“Y/N! I've been so worried!” He sobbed against your shoulder. Before you could respond, he had stepped away and begun jumping up and down excitedly.

“My baby!” He cried, smiling widely as he scooped up your son, spinning him around and making the boy giggle happily. “You're both safe! I'm so happy!”

Your son was squished between the two of you as Kalim initiated a group hug. Kalim was sobbing, but smiling and giggling. Your son was giggling. The only one miserable was you.

Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. You made eye contact with a very irritated pair of grey eyes. Jamil's face said it all. Even if Kalim was happy, you were absolutely fucked.

Jamil loudly cleared his throat, and Kalim took a step back, gently taking your hands in his own.

“Jamil told me everything. He said that after my father was killed, you were scared that they would hurt our baby. But it's okay! We've fixed all the security problems! He'll be safe now!”

The only thing stronger than Kalim's delusions, were Jamil's deceptions.

Kalim pressed a kiss to the back of each of your hands, before pressing a quick chaste kiss to your lips, one you were too petrified to even pretend to reciprocate.

“I need to do some fatherly bonding with my son, and tell him all about being the Asim heir. But you're going to go home with Jamil. He's going to fill you in on all the safety upgrades we made.”

He stared at you, his eyes full of adoration, before he giggled again, and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I'll see you when you get home. I love you!” 

He once again scooped up your son, exiting the crowded area to a private limo. You slowly turned to Jamil, who was still glaring.

“I hate you,” you said.

“And I despise you. Let's go,” he said dryly, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the limo he and his men came in.

The first few minutes of the ride were silent. He eventually broke the silence.

“You disgust me.”

“I'm not the one who kidnapped another human being.”

“You were barely kidnapped,” he snapped. “You have the world in the palm of your hand. All you have to do is be an obedient little toy, and he'd give you the stars in the sky, if you asked for it.”

“What good is having the stars if I don't have the freedom to enjoy them?”

He slapped you across the face. “I never want to hear you tell me what freedom is.”

“I hate you.”

“It's mutual. But I don't have to worry about it for much longer,” he sighed. “I've been told to make you “feel safe” by whatever means necessary.”

The full meaning hit you a second too late, as he snatched your chin, and looked deeply into your eyes, his smile smug.

“The one you see before you-”

In your time of need, you'd made a deal. You knew a viper from the desert would drown in the vast ocean. So you gave up your old life in exchange for waiting tables in the undersea Monstro Lounge for the rest of your life. It wasn't anything glamorous, but Azul had promised, in exchange for your free labor, you'd have a nice home, your meals would be taken care of, and he'd get your son into school. Over the last ten years, you'd become so well liked, and well versed with Monstro Lounge policy, that you and Azul had been discussing bumping you up to management. You'd even begun getting closer to Jade. 

Life was good. Except for the stray nightmare, which Jade was now there to help save you from, you could almost forget your past. You could forget him.

Jade was usually the one in charge of stock, and the lounge always picked the best of the best. So Jade would take trips to the surface for ingredients. He always invited you to come with him, but understood whenever you told him you weren't ready yet. He fully believed one day you'd be ready, and that you, him, and your son would have a picnic in a forest. It sounded nice.

After school, your son would come to the lounge, and do homework at the bar, where you, Azul, or the twins, would help. Since Jade was on the surface today, Floyd was the current helper. Though you definitely heard some scheming between the two of them; something about becoming Uncle Floyd. 

Life was so good right now.

“Y/N, can you please see me in the VIP room when you get a moment?” Azul asked. You nodded, finishing off the order you were taking, then dropping it at the bar for Floyd to pass to the kitchen. 

“How's homework going?” You asked, pressing a kiss to your boy’s cheek.

“Good. Uncle Floyd- oops,” your son looked at Floyd in regret, but Floyd was just smiling widely.

“Baby shrimpy and I are doing just fine. Homework will be done by the end of the shift.”

“Floyd, I accidentally-”

“Don't worry baby shrimp. They're gonna make me your uncle. You don't have to pretend,” Floyd said with a happy giggle, mussing your son's hair happily.

“Don't keep Azul waiting too long, Shrimpy. I think it's gonna be good news! I got little shrimp. Everything's good out here!”

You smiled gratefully at Floyd, then made your way to the VIP room.

What you found there froze you to your core. There was Azul sitting in his normal chair, his face set in a grim line. The problem lay with Jamil standing right next to him.

“Where's the kid, Ashengrotto?” He asked dryly.

“I only asked for Y/N.”

“Well, the deal was for both. Get the kid in here.”

“Deal with this first. You don't want him to hate you more than he's going to already,” Azul snapped.

You finally returned to yourself enough to ask in a broken voice, “Azul, why? We have a contract!”

He looked down at his desk, despair filling his features. 

“He offered a deal I can't refuse,” he pressed the button on the desk that summoned the twins. “As of this moment, your contract is void.”

You turned to rush out of the room, hearing Jamil a half second behind you, only to bump into Floyd and your son.

“Shrimpy, what-” he began, before seeing Jamil over your shoulder. “What's sea snake doing here?” His voice held barely concealed rage.

“I'm here for my family,” Jamil said, snatching your wrist, and then your son's. Floyd held tightly onto your son.

“Nah, Y/N’s protected here-”

“Floyd,” Azul said. “Let go.”

Floyd's face went dark. “Huh. Funny how this happens when Jade’s on the surface.”

“What does Jade have to do with anything?” Jamil spat, demanding an answer from you with his eyes alone.

Floyd stared for a moment, before coldly saying, “Don't worry about it.” He leaned in to your son, whispering something into his ear, before leaving the room with a slam of the door.

Azul sighed, and moved from his desk. “I expect you to be gone by the time I get back,” he said tiredly, leaving the room with another slam of the door.

The moment you were alone with Jamil and your son, you broke down.

“Please don't use snake whisper on me again.”

“What's going on! Why does he look like me-”

“Cause I'm your dad, and we're going home. Y/N’s just bitter because they lost,” Jamil said coldly.

“Close your eyes,” you commanded your son, who quickly obeyed, even though he was confused.

“Y/N,” Jamil ran his hands through his hair, as though this was just some minor irritation, not the end of life as you knew it. “I can't just not discipline you for this.”

“Don't snake whisper him.”

“If he behaves, I won't have to. You on the other hand-”

“I'll do anything. That's the reason I ran.”

He paused, and you opened your eyes, hopefully. He seemed to be thinking it over.

“You need to prove you can be obedient.”

“I can.”

“One slip up, and you're going back under.”

“I understand.”

“In the meantime, you have to stay chained up in my room.”

“Okay.”

“And one more thing,” he smiled wickedly. “Kneel.”

“Huh?”

“Beg me for forgiveness. Beg me to not charm you or my son. Prove that you can follow instructions without my help.”

“You disgust me,” you whisper.

“That sounds a lot like defiance,” he sneered.

You took a shuddering breath, and knelt, bowing your head reverently.

“Please, Jamil.”

He slowly made his way to you, stroking your head.

“Good pet.”

You saw a flash of gold, and, suddenly, a portal stood before the three of you.

“Let's go home,” he said with a triumphant smile.

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #yandere kalim al asim #yandere kalim x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #yandere jamil viper #yandere jamil x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper

[intimacyequalsdeath]

heyya!!!... Beautiful💐.

I see requests are currently open, so if you don't mind... can I request a sexy wife s/o who loves to cook and will always make slasher food? And prepare all their needs (you know like a good wife in general🙃),My twin sisters really like their slasher Especially for Bo, Lester, Vincent, Thomas hewitt,Charles Lee Ray and Michael Myers...

Oh, I also think it would be great if they had obedient children with the wife s/o. They know how their father is and they choose not to worry too much about it. Please....I'm sorry if I requested when your requests were closed, but, I've been looking for a blog for a long time whose requests are still open and finally I found your blog 😭.

My twin sister is sick and I want her to be able to read the story you made from my request 🙏.

Love you dear

Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! <3 I hope me deciding to do Headcannons for each story was ok to anon. Sorry this took so long, I worked on it in chunks over the course of a few different days.

Also I hope you sister feels better soon Anon <3 <3

Slashers with a good little wife and good little children: The Sinclairs. Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Charles Lee Ray.

Also not my gifs, not of the gifs I use are ever mine and full credit goes to the original creators <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Written with AFAB in mind as per request, suggestive themes. Story under the cut. Request centers around "traditional" wife roles. Talks of pregnancy and children.

<3 : Bo loves the idea of having a good little wife and good little children to boot. He just never thought living in Ambrose and as a man with his hobbies he would get to experience that, until he met you.

<3: You instantly took over cleaning and cooking, even some of the spots in Ambrose no one even went into anymore. You had no idea how the boys had managed to survive so long with living like they were raised in a barn.

<3: Bo also liked how you liked to steer clear of anything having to do with his business and what went on at the gas station.

"it ain't your place" He murmured once into your hair when you asked him about it when the relationship was still relatively new. That was the first and only time he ever had to tell you that.

<3: Bo was thrilled by your want to stay out of his and mind your own that it was surprising when you ultimately fell pregnant after only about a year being in Ambrose. As if he'd let you leave.

<3: Bo let you take care of all the child rearing duties, with him being gone usually all day it was just easier plus the last thing he wants to come home too is crying children after a long day.

<3 As the children grew you had to teach them about what their father and uncles and explain why it would be inappropriate to ask anyone about it. All they needed to know was that they were safe and their daddy loves them.

<3 The sight of you being rounded with HIS baby also does things to Bo, So don't be surprised if he makes it a goal to keep you pregnant as often as possible.

<3 Bo would be a in and out father I think though, not that he means to be he does love the children. His relationship with his own father affects how active he is a lot of the time and since that's the only father figure he has to go off of he doesn't wanna turn out like him.

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"Papa!' The children yelled as they ran through the door of the gas station to their father. You had a free instance of free time so you thought you'd bring them down to bring Bo some lunch.

"There's my babies" Bo said opening his arms to catch all 3 of them up in them. He turned to you poised and ready for the kiss you planted on his lips as you set the basket of food down on the counter.

"We made you lunch papa!" Your youngest girl said as he placed her back on the floor. Bo smiled at her.

"You did now didya?" All three children nodded as you opened the basket and began to explain to Bo what you made him. It wasn't long before your family bubble was interrupted by a car pulling up outside.

Bo's gaze hardened as he turned to look outside the station windows he then turned to you and the kids before barking an order.

"You four need to go on and get back to the house now" He said, The children having been through this before nodded before falling in line behind you to head back home.

"I'll come get ya'll when I'm done" Bo said planting a last kiss to your lips before you waddled out of the gas station, giant pregnant belly and all three little ducklings in tow.

<3 Soft mushy Vincent is soft and mushy.

<3 You are his doting little wife and he is your doting husband. His heart swells every time he sees you coming down into the basement with a plate of food and a drink.

<3 At first he was a bit nervous about you growing board of Ambrose since he wouldn't let you be involved but when he saw you begin to clean literally anything and everything he figured you were alright.

<3 Vincent loves your cooking and it actually helps rouse him out of the basement to come and sit at the table with you and his brothers.

<3 When you fell pregnant the first time, He was stunned. Like truly stunned. He never thought fatherhood more or less being a husband was in the cards for him ever.

<3 To know have both he couldn't believe it. A cute little house wife and a baby he hoped would look just like you.

<3 If the baby isn't twins expect to start trying for a sibling right away. Vincent like his brothers adores the sight of you pregnant with his baby. It awakens a primal instinct inside of him to be the provider and keep you safe at all costs.

<3 Vincent would be afraid that the baby would be afraid of his face or his mask, no matter how many times you assured him other wise he couldn't help but worry.

<3 If the children grow up to question their fathers face or what he does in Ambrose, you and Vincent will tell them the loose truth obviously omitting a lot of detail. At least until their old enough.

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"Vincent, your her daddy. She'd never be afraid of you" You told him softly, reaching out in an attempt to hand him your daughter.

Ever since she was born Vincent refused to hold her as he didn't wanna scare her off with his mask or his face.

He looked into your eyes as he went to shake his head, before he could though you had shoved your baby into his arms and positioned his hands in the proper places to hold her.

Vincent jumped at your sudden action but was never the less quick to cradle his daughter. He looked down at her once she was settled and when his eyes met hers that matched your perfectly he felt his breath leave his body.

Vincent had never experienced a feeling like this in his entire life and doubted he would ever feel it again. He was head over heels in love with this little human the two of you had made together and from that day he vowed that anyone who tried to come in-between him and his family would have him to answer too.

<3 Lester is used to cooking and cleaning his own space so it takes him awhile to get used to you doing it for him.

<3 He appreciates it greatly but he doesn't fully understand why you would want to clean up behind him like you do though. Like he picks up roadkill all day who would want to smell that?

<3 He doesn't complain about you cooking though, He thinks your food is amazing and it's great to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.

<3 You do so much for him so don't be surprised if Lester comes home every so often with little gifts he's collected for you. Some of them may or may not come from victims but as Lester's good little wifey you never question it, you just press your lips to his and thank him for the thoughtful gift.

<3 When you fall pregnant, again like his brothers, Lester is thrilled. He can't be in the same room as you without running his hands up and down your swollen belly while trying to feel the baby kick.

<3 Lester wants a football team of children, so be prepared to make many renovations to the cabin the two of you share to accommodate all the children.

<3 Lester loves bringing his sons out on the road with him when their old enough and with your permission of course. He'd never let them participate in anything Bo or Vincent do but helping him with roadkill is just fine by him.

<3 If any of the kids ever questions what their uncles do in Ambrose and why Lester doesn't usually want them around it, He'll tell them that it's because of Vincent's delicate projects and that answer is enough for the kids.

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"Nah sweetpea, you know why you can't go to Ambrose" Lester softly told your son after the fifth time he had asked to go see his uncles. Your son sighed and pouted slightly before speaking.

"I know uncle Vincent's art is easy to break but I promise I won't ruin anything"

"My love, I've told you it's rude to question your father" You piped up from your chair in the living room, running a hand over your slightly swollen belly. "Why don't you go join your brothers outside for a bit before dinner, and stay where we can see you" He gave you a sad look but nodded and went through the front door outside.

"I know the boys love Vinny and Bo, but I just want em to be safe" Lester told you sitting on the arm of your chair and putting a hand over yours sitting on your belly.

"I know Les, but when their older they'll understand why we have rules" You shot him a smile and he gratefully returned it. He was so lucky to get someone so understanding of the "Family Business"

<3 Thomas was raised to be a family man. Luda Mae had always told him growing up that one day he would need to find a wife to continue the Hewitt family with.

<3 Enter you, ending up at the Hewitt farm like so many others, but not meeting the same fate as them.

<3 Thomas would've easily put babies before marriage but Luda Mae insisted that you two do it the traditional way and get married first.

<3 You were quick to win her over with your affinity to help out with cooking and other house chores. Especially when it came to taking care of her darling boy Thomas. She was thrilled he had found someone who loved him so much.

<3 In the Hewitt house hold with Monty and Charlie both breathing down your neck, it's easy to be reminded to leave the mans work to Thomas and just focus on helping Luda with whatever she needs.

<3 When you fall pregnant with the first baby, the whole house hold is thrilled.

<3 Luda, Charlie and Monty all never thought they would see the day that Thomas would continue the Hewitt family tree so it was a very big deal when you fell pregnant with Luda's first grandchild.

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"Now darlin' you know your not supposed to be doing anything in your state" Luda reprimanded as she walked into the kitchen to see you doing dishes.

"I know mama but laying in bed all day everyday is driving me nuts" You told her drying off a plate you were washing. Luda joined you at the sink grabbing a cup to wash it before handing it to you to dry.

"When I was pregnant with Charlie I almost got driven up a wall myself. Just don't let Tommy see, You'll never hear the end of it" She said giving you a small smile before heading back to the living room.

You stood at the sink and continued to wash until you heard familiar footsteps heading up the basement stairs, you tried to pretend like you weren't washing dishes but it was too late, Tommy was on you in an instant.

"Tommy hun it's ok!" You pleaded as he took the dishes out of your hands and herded you towards a chair. You couldn't help yourself but the laugh of how your giant husband could be turned so soft and attentive with you.

You grabbed Tommy's hands before he made you sit down and placed them onto your rounded belly. His eyes met yours instantly and your foreheads pressed together.

"Tommy we're fine, I promise honey." Tommy looked at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and huffing at you, you laughed. If there was one thing in this world Tommy couldn't say no too it was you.

<3 Now Charles I could see being a bit different. Sure he adores having someone cleaning and cooking since he's out doing what a serial killer does most of the time but when it comes to kids he's a bit hesitant.

<3 He loves that you love to cook for him. It's nice having warm meals to come home too for once, Brownie points if their his favorite foods.

<3 Doesn't so much like when you get on him about tracking blood through the house or getting one too many stains on his clothes.

<3 If you really want a baby start telling him how lonely you are when he leaves for long periods of time to go kill people. He'll give you want you want as long as the baby stays out of his way.

<3 He'll be a good dad though don't get me wrong and he'll love the kid or kids just as much as you but he's a busy guy that's got shit to do so he mainly sees them as your responsibility.

<3 Might get jealous of all your attention going to the baby though, he understands it has too but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it all the time.

<3 Your never going to be the picture perfect family but for your Charles will try his best to give you and the kids everything you'd ever need.

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"Charles! what have I told you about tracking blood in the house!" Your voice echoed through the house. You heard a muffled laugh as he rounded the hallway with your 3 month old in his arms.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I never mean too sometimes it just happens" He said adjusting your bundle of joy in his arms.

"Whaddya think kid should mommy forgive me just this once?" He asked your child you babbled in response.

"You said just this once the last three times chuck" You deadpanned before breaking a smile when he did.

"Just a hazard of the job toots" He laughed, You joined him before your eyes were met with the deep red splotches on the blazer he was wearing.

His eyes followed yours before his froze and turned to walk away with the baby in tow as you yelled out behind him.

"Charles! The blood!"

<3 The only inkling of what a normal family functions like that Michael has ever gotten was from his childhood, and to be honest I think his memories of that are very few and far between.

<3 You want to do what for him? Cook and clean ? why on earth would you want to do that for? Michael is confused.

<3 Though preparing to go out and finding a nice fresh out of the dryer jumpsuit all nice and warm and clean for him is quite nice. Michael thinks this is something he could get used to.

<3 On those late nights where he comes back late and finds plates of dinner wrapped in tinfoil ready for him to either heat up or eat just like that is also something he could get used too. It tastes way better then what he usually eats (Totally not dog, totally not)

<3 When kids get brought up though, it's a different story. I could honestly see him not really being all for it at least not at first.

<3 He's really like Charles but more so into the you can have kids as long as they stay far out of his way.

<3 His feelings towards them also aren't the most parental either. He loves them ? At least, Michael feels an emotion he could probably equate to love about them.

<3 But yeah I think for Michael it's best you just keep the kids clear of him. It's not easy when your father is the shape of Haddonfield.

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"Welcome home Mike!, your dinner is wrapped up on the counter love" You greeted him as he came home after a night of terrorizing the town. Placing a kiss to the cheek of his mask.

Michael nodded wordlessly, as always, and turned to go into the kitchen. Tonight you had made his favorite, or at least what you only thought was one of his favorites by the way he every so slightly changed reactions every time you made it.

You gave him a second before following him into the kitchen and sitting next to him at the island. You watched as he lifted his mask up for each bite of food before lowering it to chew.

You made the mistake of questioning him once as to why he didn't just take the mask off. It was early on in the relationship and his hand instinctively went to his knife before you even finished asking. That was how you learned it's better to just not ask Michael questions at least not about the mask.

The two of you sat in silence, a routine you repeated pretty much every night unless you were already asleep when he got home. You would spend all day cleaning and making sure everything was ship shape for him then you would greet your monster of a man when he came through your front door.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael's plate crashed into the sink and broke into pieces. Michael still didn't understand how to not hold the plate too high and just to sit it in the sink.

Looks like something you'll still have to work on. No one said the shape of Haddonfield was smart when it came to chores anyway.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #texas chainsaw massacre #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #charles lee ray x reader #childs play #thomas hewitt x reader #halloween #michael myers x reader #charles lee ray #thomas hewitt #michael myers

[chiscribbs]

[***NOTE: Leo's design here is no longer accurate, link to the updated version.]

I know there are already a lot of "the brothers are separated at a young age and raised by different people" AUs floating around, so this isn't especially original, but- I've yet to see one with this particular parent-child arrangement, so...

Here’s some rough concept art for what I’m calling the “Grown Apart AU”  Which I've also been affectionately referring to as the "Everyone's a Disney Protagonist" AU for quite some time... you'll see why.

Here’s the gist: Basically, Splinter is only able to save Mikey and Leo from the lab explosion - Raph is immediately picked up by Huginn and Muninn and handed back over to Draxum; Donnie is lost mid-escape and later found by Big Mama's goons, who show up for Lou but bring Don back with them instead when Lou is nowhere to be found.

Details of each turtles’ upbringings (as well as how/when they meet April) below the cut:  

RAPH

Draxum raised Raph to be everything he originally intended the turtles to be: a ruthless, obedient super soldier whose sole purpose in life is to protect the Yokai by eliminating the human threat. Draxum taught him to hate humankind and trained him up to be virtually undefeatable in battle. However...because Draxum isn't the most attentive parent, most of the caretaking for Raph was actually provided by Huginn and Muninn. And the two little well-meaning gargoyles - mostly unintentionally and outside of their master's knowledge - wound up nurturing a much softer and friendlier side to their supposedly bloodthirsty warrior-in-the-making. As a result, Raph has essentially been living a double-life under Draxum’s ownership; playing the part of a perfect soldier for his father/general, who he's determined not to disappoint, and only feeling free to be himself when he's alone (or with H&M.)

Raph has always known that there were supposed to be other mutants like himself but grew up believing that he's the only one who survived the experiment, making him the only one left in existence (until Draxum’s oozesquitos create more, that is). Even though he had H&M to keep him company, being an only child could still be pretty lonely sometimes, so Raph would often imagine what having brothers - other mutants like himself that he could have grown up alongside - would have been like.

Raph is the only one of the turtles that knows his human DNA comes from Lou Jitsu - just like Draxum, though, he has no idea that Splinter is actually Lou Jitsu.

DONNIE

Donnie had a posh and cushy upbringing in Big Mama's hotel - she raised him as her own son(unaware that he’s actually Lou’s)/apprentice and uses his technological talents to aid her multiple businesses: he supplies new weapons and battlegrounds for the Battle Nexus, as well as automated assistants and security for her hotel, and even pitches in with her more off-the-record dealings that last one being without Donnie’s knowledge. Big Mama's kept him pretty much wrapped around her little finger; praising him for his intelligence and usefulness whenever he does a good job or makes her nice things. When he hasn’t, however, she’s a less-than-affectionate mother. Donnie will do absolutely anything it takes to impress and earn approval from her.

Donnie is largely sheltered and knows very little about the world outside of the hotel - especially the human world, about which most of his knowledge comes from what he finds on the internet. He doesn't even know that he's a mutant, believing himself to be just some uncommon type of yokai, since that's all he knows. He’s not allowed to fraternize freely with the hotel guests and has a somewhat contentious relationship with Big Mama’s assistant, whom he’s always viewed as competition for her affection. The closest thing he's had to a friend is S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N, whom Donnie built to have someone to talk to (besides Big Mama's boring, no-nonsense henchmen).

Don finally met April when he was about 11 yrs old; he secretly sent one of his spy bots out to explore the human city and she intercepted it. The two have been best friends and stayed in-touch with each other online ever since - April being unaware that Donnie isn't human.

Donnie knows of Lou Jitsu purely because he was Big Mama’s favorite champion in the history of the Battle Nexus - he idolizes him, having watched recordings of many of his fights, and dreams of one day fighting in the Battle Nexus himself (if Big Mama would allow that).

Leo & Mikey

Leo and Mikey were still rescued by Lou/Splinter and brought up in the NY sewers. Splinter felt extremely guilty for not managing to save the other two baby turtles and, for the first few years following the incident, spent much of his time searching for them. Once Leo was old enough, Splinter would start leaving him and Mikey in the Lair while he searched. He eventually gave up his search, presuming them both dead or lost for good, and resigned to keeping the remaining two as safe as possible - teaching them how to defend themselves and warning them never to leave the sewers unless he was with them.

Leo and Mikey were inseparable as kids - they would do everything together, refusing to even sleep in separate rooms until they were too big to fit in one bed anymore. Leo took his job as Mikey's big brother very seriously and always tried his best to protect him, even when they were simply playing games with each other. As they got older, though, the two brothers began to drift apart - Leo started to feel a little smothered; craving more freedom to do what he wanted when he wanted, without the older sibling responsibilities hanging over him 24/7. And Mikey started feeling like he couldn't go/do anything without his brother's judgement or approval, resenting the idea that he needed constant protection.

Finally, when he was about 13, Leo secretly snuck out of the lair one night to check out the city by himself and get a little taste of independence. After that one trip, it quickly became a habit and he soon began making regular “secret” trips into the city.

Somewhere along the way, his innocent quests for freedom and fun grew into opportunities to stir up some trouble - Leo eventually met and became involved with a group of yokai teens with whom he would pull pranks and play jokes on the city's human occupants (harmless ones...usually. They just enjoy causing a little mischief.)

Mikey, having to figure out other ways to keep himself occupied since his brother is usually by himself or busy with his new friends, has picked up a multitude of different skills and hobbies, trying absolutely everything he can get his hands on. His main hobby is spray-painting, which he uses to spruce any wall he can find with his own personal touch. By the time he's 13, much of underground New York has been covered by his handiwork.  Mikey eventually finds out about Leo’s secret outings and follows him when he leaves one night - the two end up meeting April, who's never seen mutants before (having only talked to Donnie online and not seen his face) and promptly freaks out before realizing they're not dangerous. The three soon become friends, too, and April starts making plans to introduce the boys to Donnie - knowing he could use more friends besides S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and herself.

The four brothers' fates finally collide with one another when an escapee from Draxum's lab - Mayhem - shows up out of the blue and catapults Mikey and Leo to the Hidden City, where they have an unexpected reunion with their eldest brother.

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #raphael hamato #leonardo hamato #donatello hamato #michelangelo hamato #rottmnt raph #rise raph #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #april o'neil #baron draxum #big mama #lou jitsu #rottmnt splinter #rise splinter #huginn and muninn #rottmnt huginn #rottmnt muninn #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanart #character design #chiscribbs #I HAD A WEDDING TO GO TO BUT I MANAGED FINALLY TO FINISH THIS BEFOREHAND AND QUEUED IT TO POST AFTER SO I WOULDN'T BE DISTRACTED AAAA #grown apart au (rottmnt)

[sehodreams]

https://x.com/archivetic/status/1758340676193046872?s=46

Anton's milf neighbour asked him to coach her and this is what it lead up to

Link (nsfw)

This was so good, my mind can't deal with all the scenarios, I quickly did this one but I imagined so many things I couldn't do something shorter.

TW and tags: dubcon at the start, humping, cheating, married!reader x younger!neighbor!Anton. WC: 1.9k

Anton had seen you walking around the neighborhood before, you were a young wife that had just moved with his older husband not many months ago, a pretty little thing that stayed alone in her big house obediently waiting for her husband to come back home and that always made his mother laugh.

You had started to warm up with the other mothers not long after you settled in, and you didn't have a child, but you had said how much you expected one, reason why you moved to his neighborhood, a calm part of the city with good schools around that looked out of a movie, the perfect place to start a family, so all of them welcomed you with open arms to the group.

His mother was one of the many wives that decided to dedicate to her family, and now that he was a lot older, had enough free time to befriend the neighbors and go out to enjoy her afternoons with the company of women like her, a group that happily included you.

"She said she's trying to get in shape before her anniversary, maybe you could help her and earn some pocket money this summer" she told him while they were having dinner. Anton was there only for the summer break and he didn't need to work, he never did it, but some extra cash sounded good, and when his dad nodded to what his mother said, it was decided, he'd go and coach the new cute neighbor.

When he knocked on your door you instantly melted his heart with your voice saying Just a second please, and when he saw your pretty smile saying his name, he knew he was fucked, "Anton, I've heard so much about you from your mother, thank you for helping me, I have no idea how to start".

You really had no idea how to start, a pretty little thing like you had never stepped into a gym or done any physical activity that didn't involve lifting your plants in your garden or pushing your furniture to rearrange the aesthetic of your living room.

He can guess why your husband snatched you so fast, if he had been in his place, he'd have done it too, the only thing your traditional family had taught you was how to be a good girl, and he was sure a man like the one you were with had smelled how fresh you were before he trapped you into marrying him.

You were older than him, five years at most, and you were almost three years married already, which meant you were barely older than him before you said yes to the housewife lifestyle.

You dropped out of college, you lived far from your family, and you didn't have friends your age. He was the closest thing you had to the taste of youth, and you received him so easily and with such honest intentions that, little by little, he had started to feel bad for taking advantage of you while training.

"Uhm do you really have to massage that place?" You asked when he made you lie over your stomach one day and his hands pressed its way from your calf to your ass, groping it with the excuse of not risking an injury before your session.

"Yes, we can't let you get hurt, we need to make sure your muscles here are relaxed enough before we continue" he said, making you nod. You weren't the expert, he was, he had trained for so many years, how could you even question his methods?

He had convinced you that everything he did was for your benefit, and if his hand pressed spots like under your chest, the inside of your thighs, or even your ass, it was only to check on your health.

You were uncomfortable with his touch, but you couldn't deny it, it also made your insides tingle, and you felt an excitement you had missed for a long time.

When you were young you would have that exact feeling when your friends told you to sneak out for a party since your dad never let you go out late, or when you knew your curfew was getting closer but you had already lied saying how you were studying at your friend's house when all you were doing was watch movies or talk about boys.

It's not that you don't like the married lifestyle, you love it, you don't have to think about what to do for work or how to pay your bills, you don't have to worry about your dad yelling at you for getting low grades and you can simply enjoy your day if you cleaned and had your husband's dinner ready before he arrived.

However, you couldn't say you were completely satisfied either.

Your husband was handsome and nice, but sometimes he couldn't make you feel as good as when you started accepting him into your bed, it seemed that after the honeymoon phase he was more interested in his big cases than helping you cum at night, and you were getting a bit bored of the exact same routine every day, waking up, cooking, dusting your living room, checking that your plants were okay and then waiting for him to arrive and repeat.

If it wasn't for the older ladies, you would have started crocheting to see if that kept you busy enough.

Still, even if Anton's touch made you feel good, you knew it was wrong to feel like that with another man's hands. You were a good girl, a good wife, and having your panties dripping after your cute younger neighbor came to help you train one hour a day was something that made you feel ashamed of yourself.

The worst part was that you couldn't hide it. Your cheeks would get red every time his mother said hi to you in the supermarket or when all the neighborhood wives met to have a cup of tea.

"I hope my son is treating you well" she would say, and you would only nod with a smile, hiding your face with your cup or grabbing one of the numerous mini snacks to change the subject into how kind the host that day was.

You were sure no one would blame you if they were in your situation. The sensation of the touch from a man like Anton, so big ang strong, would make anyone weak. His hands on your hips and his cock on your ass when he made you do sit ups, or his fingers sinking into the side of your chest to make sure your position didn't break while you lifted those dumbbells would push any other woman like you into doing even more, so you tried to just brush off those thoughts, because, after all, you never crossed any line.

Or at least you never did it until that day.

Anton had made you lie over your back this time, and your eyes tried to not look at the pretty boy over you, focusing on your white ceiling instead.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? We need to check your flexibility before we try the next exercise" he said while lifting one of your legs and, with his crotch against your clothed sex, putting it over his shoulder.

Your heart started to pound and a choked whimper left your throat when you felt the first push.

Anton was pushing your leg as much as he could with the help of his weight over you, and he wasn't hard, but you could still feel his member and its form opening your lips and resting between them as if it belonged there.

You tried to ignore the way his hand had a firm grip over the back of your thigh and the exhale he gave when he pushed his cock against you once again, getting slightly harder with each thrust.

That wasn't just warming up at all, you weren't that dumb to not notice the way his hips were clashing harder and harder against you, the sounds that left his mouth were too obscene to be a mere exercise, and if anyone could see you two like that, they would instantly notice that something else was starting to happen to the boy.

You moved your eyes from the ceiling to his face, and you could see how his eyes were fluttering and he tried to control his breathing without success. The saliva accumulating inside his mouth made him gulp with every push and his eyes started to get more shiny with every second that passed.

He had a full erection at some point, and you should've stopped him, you told yourself to push him out of your way and warn him to never come back if he didn't want to hear from your husband, but just that little action of his hips against yours made you dizzy, a similar sensation to when husband first touched you, and you needed an orgasm so much that your body, instead of listening to your mind and do what was correct, opened your legs to complete receive him.

He didn't waste any second and started to rut against you, and the two of you were dressed, so you tried to convince yourself that it wasn't incorrect if it wasn't sex.

If you didn't take anything off, if you didn't let him sink his cock inside you, it wasn't cheating. You were just helping a young boy to find some relief, and that was almost like an exercise too, you two were fully clothed and you were dripping over each other, but it was like sweat, so that should be considered more as stretching than anything else, right?

You couldn't hold your voice back, Anton was pounding so deliciously over you that your insides started to clench, and you started to wonder, if he felt that good without directly touching you, how would he would make you feel if he just fucked you.

He was a lot bigger than your husband, his tip was leaving a big wet spot over his joggers and your yoga pants were getting dirty with your own slick, showing him exactly where he should thrust with his cock.

"This is just exercise, you need to train your core too" he said, and you, even if you knew it was all pure bullshit, nodded.

"You're right, Anton, I need it" you cried when you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

Clenching over nothing, with hips jolting to meet his, you felt yourself cumming hard inside your pants, and he, doing it at the same time, left a loud moan while his hands pressed hard at your thighs.

He tried to control how much he was panting, his forehead was wet and his cock was twitching inside his clothes, a mess he would have to hide until he ran to his house at the end of the street and that made him wish he could let everything out inside your warm walls the next time.

He could already imagine how pretty you would look opening your legs and showing him your naked cunt so he could give you what your husband couldn't, because if you were so needy, Anton was sure it was his fault that you accepted someone else's touch.

Before he gave you a last thrust, out of greed because he didn't have anything else to pour, he talked, "we should repeat it, stretching is really important, so, tomorrow same time?"

#riize smut #anton smut #anton x reader #riize x reader #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours

[cupids-scream-queen]

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ Silent Night ♡

-> Brahms Heelshire x f!reader

Warnings: None! Fluff.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

It was cold. It was December, the air was crisp and hurt your lungs. It was quiet, the tranquil sounds of nature surrounding you as you continued the car ride.

He was, of course, waiting for you at home--obedient as ever, waiting for you to tell him everything while making his favorite meal. Brahms was like that, and you knew it, and you found yourself enjoying that part of him, the little boy that relied on you for so much.

Brahms Heelshire was the man-child you were tasked with being the nanny of, and initially, it was an easy job. A doll was provided at first, and you quickly grew attached to it, and treated it as if it were your own flesh and blood. You always were attached to dolls, that was simply something that you've always done, even as a little kid.

"Hey? Brahms? I'm back," Strong arms wrapped around your middle, and Brahms pressed up against you, feeling your warmth. He closed the door, pushing you inside farther.

"You came back, good," He said, his voice with a hint of sadness. "I was worried."

"I've been gone before, hon," You pointed out, and Brahms shook his head.

"No, you were gone for a long time. Longer than normal," Brahms held you tighter, afraid of losing you. "And I didn't want you to abandon me."

"Brahmsy, I'm not going to do that, alright?"

"What if-"

"I haven't left yet, have I? If I were going to--and I'm not--I would've done so already. I want to stay here, Brahms, with you. I like it here. Why would I leave?"

"If you didn't like me anymore," He whispered, and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He thought you'd leave? As if you could ever carve him out of your heart--he was part of you now, whether you liked it or not. He was always going to be part of you, and you knew it.

"I would never not like you, sugar. How could you even say that?" Cupping his cheek, you shuffled out of the doorframe, leading him to a couch. "Come here, hon. Let's cuddle, alright? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Brahms practically carried you to the couch, and took your shoes and jacket off for you. He climbed on top of you, his body warm and heavy like a weighted blanket. "Mine."

"Yes, Brahms, yours," You tell him, and he sighs, pressing his face into your chest and hearing your heartbeat. You played with his hair, which was washed yesterday. "All yours."

"Forever?" Brahms asked, and you nodded. Forever. It was something Brahms could get used to the idea of, that's for sure. He wanted you around, and if you were willing to stay that meant it was easier for him to keep you. A good experience for all parties.

"Yes, forever," You hummed, and you could feel Brahm's body melt into yours, his breathing evening out and his body weight fully collapse onto you. He was falling asleep, and soon he started snoring, his trust in you allowing him to fall asleep in your arms, a comfort he could only dream of a few years ago.

"Goodnight, my love," You whispered quietly, tucking a kiss on the porcelain of his mask.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x y/n #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #brahms the boy #brahms the doll #slasher fucker #slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher smut #slasher fluff

[vclvetfleur]

Obedient Chapter 20

Roman Roy x fem! reader

Summary: After the embarrassing live interview, you were sent to Logan's office. Shiv feels sorry for you and decides to invite you and Roman to dinner with her and Tom.

TW: implied child abuse, Logan Roy, sexism

WC: 6.9K

Notes: I've been super busy, but I finally updated. And this is the longest chapter I've ever written :))

Chapter 20: Casey Anthony

Roman entered his father’s office, unsure if Logan was going to start berating him, but he wouldn’t be past Logan to do so. He carefully opened the door before sliding his body inside. “Uh-hey Dad, you needed me?” He spoke softly and carefully. He wasn’t allowed to look away from Logan when greeting him. He learned that the hard way when younger. Romans' hands fidgeted before leaning up against one of Logan’s suede chairs.

“Yes. Did you know about this shit?” Logan asked, passing Roman the phone. Logan slid it across his desk, making Roman leave his safe distance from Logan to get closer to evaluate the screen. But he knew what it would be but played it dumb. “Uh- what was I supposed to know?” Roman genuinely wondered. It could’ve been a number of things. Did he know about the article? Did he know your history with them? Did he know you were so fucked up? “Did you know she’s fucked in the head, son?” Logan carefully said, making you and Roman feel small. Roman shook his head no, knowing he should defend you, but was too scared to do so.

“Uh- no Dad… I mean she seemed more normal than all of us… Come on, you’ve met her.” He tried every bit that he could defend in a sly way by making Logan think he actually wasn’t.

“Yes, I did. She’s definitely smart. But I never met her. I don’t know anything about her. And clearly, you don’t either.” Logan tried to sting Roman. Logan wasn’t as annoyed as earlier, knowing this would be dealt with. It was even his idea to send you off to a TV interview after Hugo suggested you do another interview.

Logan knew how smart you were. You were able to talk your way into a lot from what Logan could see. He would eventually use it for his own gain. He knew you were a game piece he could now move around for his own gain and wins. You were definitely smarter than most of his kids, possibly just as smart as Shiv. But you were still a woman. But you had the wittiness Roman had without being disgusting, Shiv’s ideals, and Kendall’s ‘touch with the youth’. You could be useful for women, younger CEOs, and even liberal older individuals. But he knew some would never take you seriously. Until you talked maybe.

“Well- I have another thing. GoJo… What do we think?” He passed it by Roman. As it seemed, Kendall was out so Roman was the best possible option once Gerri was out of office. Shiv could be good, but once again, she was a woman. She was in her feelings way too often, at least Logan assumed so.

“What do I think? Uhm- yea… What do you think?” Roman asked. He wasn’t going to pass a deal his father didn’t approve of.

“I didn’t ask you what I thought. I thought what you thought.” Logan grew annoyed with Roman’s answer. This was Logan’s issue with Roman. He had no opinions. If Logan thought something, Roman followed. He didn’t know how to be his own person. That was why Kendall was always set for greatness. He always knew his stance. Never followed Logan 100%. He said and did as he thought unless beaten into submission. Kendall was tough, but malleable like clay.

“Okay uhm-…” Roman took a minute to think. “Yeah no, GoJo is a great deal. I mean if we took over internet and tech it’d be great. Get rid of the old shit and into the new. I mean no one watches stuff on TV anymore unless it’s streamed and-… uh yeah. No, it’s good.” Roman came to the conclusion. It was only logical for them to go for modernism. They were being outgrown. Newspapers were dying out. Tv was dying out. It’s all about Netflix and websites and whatever all the bullshit was.

“Okay- well… I just needed some insight…” Logan spoke slowly. The news was playing, but it strangely wasn’t ATN. Logan was anticipating your response. He needed to see if this would be a win or an absolute disaster. Before he knew it, the segment started. He leaned in, watching as Jess came up. “Who the fuck is that? I thought you were with the uh- fuck…” Logan forgot how to describe you exactly. He forgot your hair color. He just passed it off.

“Uhm. No Dad, that’s Kendall’s assistant…” Roman reminded as he stared at the television with a growing amount of anxiety. He never meant for this to go this far.

“Oh, uh… yeah…” Logan let out an old man grumble as his words seemed to slide into one another. Logan smiled to himself, knowing this would seemingly get to Kendall. He knew Kendall would have a field day knowing his assistant was backing up the woman he put up false accusations against.

Next, you came through. Roman leaned forward to watch. He watched your face, feeling as though he could be there for you to console you. “Oh please, she’s just a girl, son. Are you that fucking pussy whipped already?” Logan found a reason to pick at him. Roman ignored. It wasn’t worth arguing. Logan never loved anything. Except for dead people who no longer receive his love.

It tore Roman to watch you break down before finally saying what he hadn’t even known. It sent discomfort throughout the room. Everyone who watched themselves felt a sense of heartbreak for you as you recalled everything that had happened. Hugo and Carolina sat in their own office, watching and shifting at the amount of uncomfortable information. It sunk into everyone. This was too serious to be brought up on television. It affected Roman the most. Knowing what he had said and how he mocked your relationship with them the other day set in. He never knew something this horrific could have happened. And to know this was only the stories you were willing to say out loud. You probably had more things hidden under the surface.

“You picked perfectly Roman.” Logan knew what this could mean. It would only mean a gain. Having a victim speak out against other victims or to them now knowing the horrendous things you’ve been put through. It could make you likable. People would listen to you. He knew it and would definitely keep it in the back of his mind. Logan huffed, watching the parents. He worried it’d ruin their reputation. Not what it would do for you. “What the fuck are they doing here? Did they fucking set her up?” Roman asked out loud, putting his hand up to show the screen, and looking over his shoulder at Logan. Logan just watched. “Those fuckers set us up.” Logan grumbled. He knew this was not just an attack on you but on Logan and the company. He wanted to see how this would pan out. And it panned out exactly how Logan wished it would. Roman rubbed his forehead in discomfort watching you scream and insinuate multiple allegations.

But the fact the news network put up people defending a pedophile and their own abuse of a woman who had been working for a company with their own allegations would only sway positively for Waystar. They would think Waystar was a company that would hire a victim. Someone at the company knew pain. She was just like everyone else.

“Roman, when she comes here, let her in.” Logan commanded. Roman wasn’t sure what his father was feeling, but he couldn’t protect you from it. He had to just have this play out the way he has been. It was going to be a never-ending snowball for you. Roman could only nod and wait with his father as they discussed further plans for GoJo and what Roman’s next plans would be. Roman was given the honor of having to handle the case with his father controlling him like a ventriloquist. But for Roman, it was ideal.

You got into the car, laying on Jess’ lap as you sobbed. Gerri was sent a text from Logan to bring you to see him. Gerri couldn’t break this news to you while you were inconsolable. You shook as you buried your head into Jess’ lap. It was like you were a child with your parents. Your inner child was finally allowed to be healed in a slight way. You wept loudly as you couldn’t process them even trying to speak to you. You were fine while leaving, but once the reality of you not even hearing their voice until now hurt. The fact you had forgotten their face killed you. It was like revisiting a dead relative’s grave.

Jess shushed you as she directed you to breath. You. Had to pull yourself together. You sat up, holding yourself, trying to get yourself to stop crying. You looked at Gerri. Her comfort brought you into a calmer state. “You’re okay. You’re safe…” Jess tried to remind you. Before getting to the office, you rid your tears away and did your breathing exercises. You had to put on sunglasses, knowing photographs of you crying would be out. Jess was dropped off before hand and you were pushed through the crowd by security. “Fucking animals.” You mumbled as you were finally able to go into the elevator.

“Okay… y/n, before we go in. Logan had told me he would like to see you.” Gerri finally told you. You understood. You knew this would be a possibility. You sighed, laying your head against the metal walls. You got it together before agreeing to do so as if you had an option to even decline.

The door opened, seeing Roman spot you. He shifted before making his way to you.  “Hey-uh-hi, you doing okay?” He stuttered, checking you as if he would find something physical to show himself that you were doing all right or bad. “Uh- yea… I think your dad wanted to see me…” You mumbled. He already knew. He escorted you, trying to see if you were even mentally okay. He knew this would’ve never happened unless you both got involved. And he felt guilty. He felt responsible. Watching you have to relive everything was horrific to watch. He was never even able to talk that freely, even around his therapist even though there were multiple contracts and signed documents that promised secrecy. He couldn’t put himself in that head space.

You entered Logan's office and were greeted by Logan. He played a concerned face, looking up at you. “Hi dear, take a seat. You must be stressed.” He tried to play nice. Even it worried Roman. He looked in between the two of you, with his eyebrows raised. You cautiously took a seat, folding your legs across the other. “How are you? We watched what went down. Must’ve been terrible.” Logan checked in. You looked at Roman before looking at Logan. You decided on honesty. “Well- uh I cried a lot. But I’m glad I said what I said.” You breathed out.

“I bet… uh- well… now- now don’t take this so harshly, but I do think it was a good thing they brought them out there. It proves what we are. Doesn’t it? You’re a smart woman.” Logan put an emphasis on your gender. “You knew these news people don’t give a fuck. They’re savages.” Logan tried to bring your guard down, but it didn’t work. You were worried this would end in you being called a moron or being fired. “Listen- seriously. This is coming from me of all people. This was good. It felt good, didn’t it?” He asked you.

You sat with your thoughts before nodding. “Yeah- it kind of did.” You agreed. “I mean- I thought if I ever saw them, I’d run away and cry, I mean I did yesterday… but it felt good to say it out loud. To finally discredit them in public.” This was what Logan wanted. You finally spoke. You let your guard down. You had no defense up. He could screw with your mind.

“It must’ve been. I mean to deal with…” He let out an exaggerated breath of air, shaking his head. “I mean to deal with that, y’know… How long have they been discrediting you?” He needed to know to shut those claims down for as much money as it took. He was going to make you and Shiv the face for their defense against the Cruises. Who better than 2 women, one being a now public assault victim herself?

“As long as I can remember. I mean they used to tell their friends what a bad kid I was. But honestly, I think after I left they even bashed me on social media a bit. It was just to make me…” You started before Logan cut you off.

“To make you feel guilty. Yeah- who was Liam?” Logan wondered. Roman tried to butt in. “Dad- come on…” he tried to stop the questioning, but Logan put his hand up to stop Roman. “I’m just asking. Come on. It’s therapeutic. Isn’t it?” Logan asked you. You felt too intimidated. But all your business was out at this point. This could’ve been out already.

“Uh- Liam was my dad’s brother. Uh- yea. He wasn’t the only one though. Just kind of- y’know…” You shifted. You covered your face with your hair as you pretended to itch to avoid the intense eye contact from Logan.

“I see… Well- what if I did this for you?” Logan proposed. “We take those bastards down… your parents, Liam, and whoever else.” Your eyes light up. You looked at Logan, shocked, but hungry to not only publicly shame them, but completely ruin them. “I can set you up with the best lawyers… the best whatever. And slip something. Make sure, this kind of stuff can’t happen.” Logan continued. You didn’t need to hear the rest. You wanted in.

“Yes- I’d love that. I don’t even care what else you need. I’ll do it.” You jumped at the opportunity. Not only would it prove whoever didn’t think you were wrong, but it would be such a release to you. “Slow down… I just need you to go up there with Shiv from time to time. That’s all I ask.” Logan continued. This would be pocket change to him. But if it influenced you enough and to gain back such sympathy for the company, he would do it. He didn’t care. He just wanted another win to take home.

You got up and agreed. “Logan, you have no idea what this means. Thank you.” You felt so released from all this excoriating journey. But it would be over. The trail would be fast. You had witnesses, you had documents, and you had photos taken by CPS. You had enough evidence.

“Don’t- please.” Logan tried to be humble. “Just take the time. I’ll do what I need to, and you do what you need to. But while you’re here. What do you think of GoJo?” He wanted you to feel a part of it. But he already had his mind made. He was just hoping you’d agree to further his narrative. You stood shocked, looking at Roman, but he still looked nervous for you.

“Uh- I think it’s great… The network needs to modernize and uh- GoJo needs a lot of tweaking. But it’s good.” You quickly put in your input. Logan nodded, looking off as he thought.

“Alright… uh- well. You both could uh- just. Roman do what you need.” He ignored you. You just left with Roman. You were ecstatic. “Did you fucking hear that?” You giggled, nearly jumping as you stood. Roman knew this was off. His dad never cared about this sort of stuff. He never even acknowledged Roman’s abuse. But Roman remembered his gender, Roman’s assault didn’t matter to his father because ‘boys don’t do that’. But he was at least glad you weren’t sobbing. You were smiling.

“Uh- yea… Wow…” He tried to make it sound as big as it did to you. But a lawsuit against average people was something that lasted such a short time with the lawyers they had. It meant nothing. “Hey, but you sure you’re okay? I mean- that was-uh-that was just fucking-…” Roman tried not to offend you.

You nodded with the biggest smile plastered on your face. “Rome- this is the best thing that could’ve happened. This was a fucking gift sent from God him fucking self… I mean fuck! I don’t even believe in the fucker but wow!” You couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sounded. “Yeah- cause he’s probably not fucking real.” Roman tried to quickly butt in. “But you know- just… I don’t know.” He dismissed his worries. They were dumb. He should be happy for you. I mean, you were getting something you could only fantasize about. But Roman knew it would come at such a cost. “Look- I love you, okay? Just- fucking- I don’t know. You gotta maybe put yourself first.” Roman tried to express.

“Roman- you have no idea… how long I have been waiting for this. I mean sure Angela and Mick don’t deserve any kind of attention. But this is good. I promise.” You held his hands before pressing a kiss over his rose-tinted lips.

“Alright- I’m just fucking worried- cause y’know… I care and shit.” He almost gagged at the thought of him being this desperately in love. He never saw it ever coming for him. He thought he’d even be single for most of his life or hopping from the next person to the next because they didn’t get him fully.

“Aww- Roman has a cruuuush.” You teased him.

He had a mocking face at you, rolling his eyes. “Fuck off.”

“No- come on- say it.” You continued to test him further and further, but he had walked away from you. He had a meeting to go to. But you didn’t mind. You were just so overfilled with joy. You headed to the break room, finally able to get a sense of peace. Greg hadn’t been in the office to annoy you any longer. He was too busy mooching off of Kendall. But fortunately, Shiv had made her way in to get some kind of weirdly expensive water bottle.

“Oh- uh hey.” Shiv was nervous to confront you. It set in that now everyone saw your victim status. You were fragile. It made you feel weaker for it. “You alright? I mean- I saw what went on. But you okay?” She wondered, taking a seat across from you.

You nodded. “I’m fine.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling though. Finally. No more worrying. Just peace. “It was shocking at first, but just- Shiv… it was the most freeing thing ever.” You expressed. She looked at you strangely with a smile on her face.

“Wow- well I’m glad you were okay… uh- did you and Roman want to come over tonight… me and Tom wanted to maybe make you feel more welcomed.” She offered. You felt a warmness fill you, pouting at how sweet of a gesture it was.

“Uh- yea… Thanks, Shiv…” You felt at home. You were a part of yet another family. Granted a very toxic and problematic one, but you had another family. You had lost your little sister to your parents, but you had Jess and Shiv. Shiv never purposely hurt you. Just Kendall. Speaking of Kendall, you wondered how he was reacting to the mess he created.

“Yeah- sure, it’s nothing. Just y’know- I just thought since you and Roman were… yeah…” She sounded disgusted by the thought of her brother in a relationship. “Just thought it’d be a nice thing. Just come by at 8.” She squeezed your hand gently before leaving you alone. You weren’t alone for long before meeting with Roman again.

“Your sister invited us to dinner.” You expressed to him. You were just happy to be involved.

“Oh, fucking great. Now we need to play fucking house.” He groaned at the idea. He didn’t mind being ‘normal’ with you. But he was still upset about the other night. His distain for Shiv came in and out depending on where their hatred lied. But for you, he’d do it.

“It was sweet!” You tried to defend Shiv and this dinner was. But nothing about his family was ever done in the goodness of their heart. He knew it. He did it too. He knew never to trust. Everything was a game. If you didn’t see it as that, you’d lose. Everything was a race. The slowest one was left behind, desperate to keep up. But he was used to it. He never lived a second without being in it.

“Shiv? Come on- she’s literally a fucking uh a fucking killer girl scout. She’s that one girl people always says killed her kid. Fucking-…” He tried to remember her name as you just watched him desperately try to think of insults to throw at Shiv behind her back. “Casey Anthony.” You reminded him.

“Yup. That whore. That’s Shiv.” He made the connection finally.

“You’re being dramatic.” You pushed his concerns away. He was dramatic. It was going to be a harmless dinner. It would’ve been nice anyway. He mimicked your voice, passing your judgment as nothing. He was gonna go anyway. He had to. “Roman, are you going to make me go alone or not?” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah- fucking whatever. We’ll play house.” Roman gave in. You smiled, pressing a kiss over his lips before pulling him off to continue the workday before having to split off at the end of the day. It was nice being able to finally be able to show some kind of affection at work. Or the very least in public. You didn’t need to hide away and sneak around. People were even shocked for Roman. Not that he actually had a partner, but that he was even able to show some kind of affection towards anyone. All of his other partners have had an issue with physical touch. But with you, it was easier. You both read each other's body language well enough.

You entered your apartment, realizing how much you’ve rarely ever been in this space. Most nights you were out on trips or with Roman. And for a brief period, you were with Jess. You hopped into the fairly reminiscent shower. You turned the metal knobs and let the shower head pour out hot water. You forgot how weak the shower head was compared to the nice resorts and hotels you’ve been placed in. You poured your shampoo into your head and scrubbed it into your scalp. You sat there and let the water clear all the soapy bubbles before gliding conditioner through your hair. You spent a while in the shower as your phone blasted music through its speakers. You sang to the lyrics with the passion of a singer on a world tour. You screamed the lyrics, dancing as if you were invoking an emotion in the audience that never existed. “I was enchanted to meet yoooooooou!” You screamed into the wall. Before going into the second verse. You scrubbed your body, holding the loofa as if it were the end of a mic as soon as your favorite lyrics and vibrato of the song came on.

Your phone abruptly died in the middle of another song, cutting your shower short. You wrapped your body in a towel before going to your bedroom/living room. You plugged your phone into the charger before drying yourself off. You put on your makeup shirt, which was an old t-shirt stained with makeup. You sat down in front of your mirror and did your makeup in front of it. You did makeup better without music anyway. It distracted you far too much anyway. You usually put on funny podcasts or YouTube or something dark like true crime to stay focused on your makeup, but you wait for your phone to charge. Along with it being too far and you being too lazy to actually get up and put something on.

You finished up fairly quickly before starting on your hair, styling it simply. You didn’t want to make this as fancy as it was going to be. It was a simple dinner. But Shiv always dressed up in a formal way. You couldn’t imagine her in a regular shirt. Or Tom. You’ve never seen them in regular clothes. She had more reasons to try to remain a ‘professional’ look. If she didn’t she would be seen as less serious as people already took her.  

You finished up before struggling to find something to wear. You just settled on some dress pants and a shirt that you hadn’t worn in months since you’d gotten hired. You had been neglecting your regular clothes as well. You checked the time, realizing how much time you spent before grabbing your bag. You shoved the essentials into it before leaving the house. You ran down to the subway station. You hadn’t been on the train in a while either. It felt strange. You definitely were getting a few stares. You just lowered your head, covering your face with your hair, hoping no confrontation would occur. But 6 minutes into your ride you heard an iPhone camera shutter go off. You looked up and saw a man put his phone down, looking around as if he wasn’t in front of you.

“Sir- can you please just delete that?” You asked politely. He acted oblivious, pointing at himself. “Yes sir, I heard that. Please can you just delete that?” “It’s my freedom.” He said with a snobby attitude. He was clearly some business major douchebag. “Yea- and it’s my freedom to not have men take pictures of me.” You reminded him.

“Is there an issue? Hey man, delete that shit.” Another man who had been standing the entire ride intervened. The man declined before the other guy pressed him enough. “Stupid bratty whore.” He mumbled as he went through the phone to delete the picture as the other guy watched him.

“Woah! What the fuck man?” You rolled your eyes. “Have some fucking respect for the lady.” The other man called him out. You just stood up and went in between the carts to switch carts. You felt uncomfortable being in a space you use to be on daily for 22 whole years.

Thankfully you had just gotten off at the stop you needed to. You left the station, looking down at your phone for the address before making your way over to Shiv and Tom’s apartment. You texted Shiv to let her know you were a block away. You were escorted inside and sent up to their floor. You were greeted by Shiv who was wearing a white pant suit with a black turtleneck. “Hi!” She smiled, bringing you into a hug. “I’m so glad you actually made it. Uh- where’s Rome?” She wondered.

“Oh, I came by myself. He said he’s coming.” You calmed her nerves. She nodded but you pulled your phone out to make sure Roman was actually coming. He texted back to let you know he was in a car downtown at this moment. Shiv just went in on what she had her chefs make you all, but it wouldn’t be done anytime soon.

“Oh my god! I didn’t know you guys had a dog!” You squealed, seeing a large black dog lying down on the ground with a stuffed bear under his head. You walked over, kneeling down. The dog raised his head up, staring up at you with his large brown eyes. “Hi baby…” You said in a soft baby voice as you ran your fingers through its fur and scratched his ears for him. He leaned his heavy head into your small hands as you contagiously giggled.

“Oh-uh yeah. That’s Mondale. He’s mostly Toms.” Shiv tried to interject, but you were fascinated by the large baby in front of you. You always wanted a dog, but in New York, it was hard to have one. Plus, your parents never let you have one. If they did, you wouldn’t trust them around an animal anyway. But eventually, you knew you’d own a variety of pets. The ideas of animals were endless. A dog, chihuahua, Maltese, those cute pug chihuahua mixes, a cat, probably an orange one, a fennec fox, a raccoon, etc. You weren’t the type to think owning such weird animals was okay, but oh my god, they were just too cute to not want one. Realistically you knew the cat and dogs were the only ones you’d genuinely get.

“Who’s a cutie? Huh? You are.” You continued to baby-talk to the dog before finally leaving him alone. “I’m sorry- I just- aww look at him.” You expressed to Shiv.

She smiled, putting her hands up in defense. “No- it’s okay.” She laughed. “I’m sure Mondale very much appreciated the welcome.” She was just happy someone gave him attention. She tried but was far too busy for him. He mostly was attached to Tom or the people who actually took care of him. “Are you doing okay so far?” She checked in with you. She knew your asset value in the company. She did genuinely like you, but she knew she needed to be closer to you.

“Oh-uh, I’m alright. Just a bit of an intense day. I’m glad you invited me over.” You expressed your gratitude. She shooed off the ego boost, wanting to stay humble. But The Roys were nothing close to humble as Roman started his grand entrance into the apartment.

“Sup cunts.” He greeted the room before going to Shiv, giving you a small hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Wow- how sweet of you to show up.” Shiv was annoyed at the term he used against her. It was more so directed at Tom and Shiv than you.

“Fucking cry in your 4000 thread pillows bout it.” Roman shrugged off her annoyance. He was too focused on your well-being and happiness. If he hadn’t, he would’ve never been here.

“You guys are such a healthy family. I mean- I, of all people, should know healthy family dynamics.” You teased both of them, hinting how the toxicity of their dynamic was a bit much.

“Mhm. Exactly. Just like those fuckers from The Brady Bunch. Shiv, which one are you?” Roman played on with the joke. “Rome- ew.” Shiv dismissed him. She was still so shocked someone like you was willing to be involved with Roman. He was awful. And you were well more put together than he was. Maybe it was just an experiment for you. Maybe you were one of those girls who tried to fix other men.

“You’re the one making fucky eyes at me.” Roman tried to defend his joke. But it only grossed Shiv out even more. “Fucky eyes? I’m not making fucky eyes.” Shiv was on the defense. But you were too entertained to stop the arguing just yet. Roman mimicked the look she gave him, standing by his point before you jumped in.

“Okay Roman- enough. Your sister doesn’t want to fuck you. And if you tell me you’ve thought of fucking her, I’m leaving.” You threatened.

“Thank you. Finally, one fucking sane human being involved in this shit.” Shiv was lucky enough that some normal enough was willing to stand her brother for this long. Credit, she’s shocked Roman genuinely even liked women.

“Oh fucking, please. My therapist said I’m perfectly normal.” Roman scoffed. “Your therapist says whatever he does to please you Rome.” Shiv snapped back. You tried to deescalate this before it ended in a very vicious argument where it would upset the other.

“I’m shocked you both even have one. So, where’s Tom?” You asked Shiv. Shiv shrugged before watching Tom come down the stairs just in time to save you from this.

“Oh great. The fucking normies are here now.” Roman giggled. You glared at him. You were slightly annoyed to be grouped in as ‘normie’ based on your upbringing not being extremely rich and privileged. He tried to apologize with a hand hold and kiss on the shoulder though. You had him completely whipped. “Hey- thank you so much for coming.” Tom tried to play it cool as he reached out to shake your hand. You took it regardless. “Tom, we’ve met before.” You snickered at how formal he had been.

Shiv was already on your side. “Yeah, honey. Come on.” She tapped him on the shoulder.

“No- I- uh- I know. I just thought it’d be- uh- just polite to our guests.” Tom tried to save some sort of face, but Roman made it worse as he stood up straighter and put his hand out to Tom. “So glad we could make it. Tell me your name again? Don’t care.” Roman tried to mimic and make fun of Tom, but Shiv would defend Tom against only Roman.

“You were at our fucking wedding dick.” Shiv rolled her eyes, trying to defend her husband in front of you, knowing it’s what ‘a good wife’ would do.

“Hmm still didn’t care to learn his name.” Roman shrugged. “Have a more memorable wedding next time sis.” You were shocked to hear how vulgar and rude Roman could be. Especially to Tom.

“Roman, he didn’t mean anything by it.” You reprimanded him in a soft tone. “Uh- well. Tom how’s ATN doing?” You asked.

But Tom was stressed about other things to even worry about ATN but had to put on a brave enough face for the crowd. “Oh- it’s been just fine. You know… just- fucking trying to dodge the Nazis out of the building.” He accidentally reminded you of the scandal of them nearly hiring a new news anchor with a white supremacy background.

“What? A fucking Nazi?” You questioned. Roman just giggled in the back, watching how terribly nervous and shaken Tom had been.

“It’s such a long drawn-out story.” Tom tried to die down the topic. “When’s the food ready?” Tom was eager to leave this conversation and move onto something else. “How have you been? It’s been a long day, huh?” He sent over his fake condolence. God, you wish people would stop asking.

“Oh- just fine. Just some family drama.” You simplified it to that.

It always felt awkward around Tom. Maybe because he already had someone who didn’t fit into their world. He couldn’t collect all of you. It felt like there was no gain to have, especially with you being a woman. And being so attached to the man who reminded him constantly of his shortcomings.

“Dinner should be ready in 5 minutes. We’ll set up the table.” One of the chefs informed Shiv and Tom. She nodded and sent them off their way. The table had been set up shortly and you were all instructed on when to finally come in. You sat alongside Roman as Tom and Shiv sat across. Plates of food slowly poured through the door and were set in front of you.

“Thank you for having us again Shiv.” You thanked her once again as she grabbed the bottle of wine off the table and began to unscrew it.

“It’s nothing. Don’t stress.” She popped the cork out and poured herself a glass before setting the bottle down for grabs. You poured one glass before passing it around to everyone else at the table.

“Did you see what Kendall said to the press earlier? He’s completely gone ape shit.” She struck up a conversation with Roman. Roman raised an eyebrow, waiting for Shiv to tell him. “He said the reason we have not joined ties with him is because we’re scared of dad and that dad’s using a victim's trauma for views and sympathy.” Shiv laughed at how ridiculous it was for Kendall.

“But you both are scared of Logan.” You pointed out. Shiv paused as if she hadn’t ever been scared of him. Definitely Roman and sometimes Kendall, but she didn’t think she was. Maybe a little.

“Well- that’s just… that’s not why we don’t support him. I mean he’s trying to put us in jail for something. I mean- Tom might even go to prison.” Shiv explained, but you shrugged. You didn’t see any of that happening. Sure, everything was pretty serious, but how long can this investigation go? Why would they arrest the kids who had no say in it? They didn’t purposely hide evidence.

“I don’t know. I think Ken is digging himself a grave. He keeps bringing up victims this, victims that, it’s starting to seem disingenuous. As if these women aren’t a person with a name and life; just victims.” You scoffed at how disgusting Kendall had been. He refused to even say your name. Just saying ‘victim’ as a placeholder instead. He didn’t view you as a person. Just something to profit off of.

“I’m sorry….” Shiv tried to apologize to you. You shook your head, not wanting to focus on it.

“Ken ever since high school has been a fraud. He thinks reading women talk about hating men is a personality trait.” Roman knew this was the best way to remove the topic off of you and onto him and Kendall. “Can you please start reading books to him at night? I feel like he only listens to you.” Shiv rolled her eyes at her brother's sexism.

“No amount of training can make Roman less hateful.” Tom disagreed with Shiv. “Oh, come on. You’ve seen how he’s been. He’s completely pussy whipped. I’ve never seen-“ Shiv laughed at her brother's expense. “Fucking haha. Fuck you. I’m not like Tom.” Roman decided to fire back. Shiv couldn’t help but laugh at her brother's annoyance.

“Rome- It wasn’t meant anything bad. You just now know what it’s like to be a regular boy.” Shiv continued to prod Roman’s insecurities of not being normal. You held his hand under the table for some kind of comfort, looking at him carefully to show him some kind of support.

“Everyone finds their person at different stages.” You defended. “I mean how old were you and Tom when you both got together?” You asked to get off the topic of Roman. This whole dinner was filled with one person being the main target of the conversation to only be jumped to the next target.

“We met back in college.” Tom smiled at Shiv lovingly as he reminisced back at the time, but Shiv seemingly wanted to forget that part of her life.

“Tell them when you both actually met.” Roman incited the story, chewing on his food amused at what the true tale was.

“That’s not- ugh… I was just a dumb fucking college student. Uh- yea it was finally when I was away from dad, so at a party I threw up in front of everyone and Tom held my hair in the bathroom.” Shiv tried to make it seem as though it was a lot harsher than it truly was. Everyone had those phases in college. It was just the college experience. You were a lot worse a few years ago when you started college. You were sneaking into clubs, doing coke with strangers, acid, molly, ketamine, whatever the fuck you were ever given.

“Oh- that’s sweet of him though.” You tried to praise Tom. Tom appreciated that some kind of good intentions were brought into his actions.

“I guess. I mean it was humiliating.” Shiv hid her face.

“No- I mean seriously. If he was some stranger and he took you home to only help you out, that’s incredibly sweet. He could’ve just ignored it like everyone.” You kept trying to push the narrative. Shiv nodded, looking at Tom finally smiling about the moment they met. Maybe it was sweet of Tom.

“I mean- I saw her beforehand a few times. But I finally went to the party she always went to. And her friends- woo- awful people. But yea- they just left her there. So instead of letting her be even more embarrassed, I carried her to her dorm and stayed with her till she was okay. And then asked her out in the morning.” Tom continued to recollect the memories of him and Shiv. Deep down, he was truly in love with her. It just was hard to love her. Shiv put her hand over Tom’s and squeezed it lightly.

“Well- me and y/n met through a hooker website.” Roman lied as if they didn’t already know how you and Roman had met.

You giggled, but the rest of them didn’t. You always found Roman ridiculous. No one understood how you could so carelessly laugh at the weird disgusting shit he ever said.

“Noooo- come on. It was sexual workplace harassment. Remember? That’s what the tabloids say.” You could finally laugh at what was occurring around you in the media. That’s when it hit Shiv and Tom. You were perfect for Roman. His other half. A more stable liberal put-together version of him.

#succession #roman roy #succession hbo #roman roy fanfic #hbo succession #succession fanfic #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #tom wambsgans #siobhan roy #logan roy #connor roy #greg hirsch #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic

[icarusallusion]

On the kick of relationships I feel were a bit wasted on lack of expansion and fandom media literacy.

Volgin and Ocelot. While they definitely do not stem from the same problems as Kazuhira and Quiet like I talked about in my other post, I still feel they aren't explained enough, hours of exposition but nothing quite explains why they are the way they are. Part of that leads to their allure as characters, the years of character building we don't hear or see, but their subtle relationship really falls flat on a lot of gamers I've found.

Into them themselves before I get into all the meta stuff.

Volgin doesn't waste time torturing and shocking people who minorly inconvenience him. He kills Granin pretty much just for fun, shocks and sexually tortures EVA, tortures his own men from the simplest lack of respect, and nukes a facility which kills multiple of his countrymen. All of these disturb Ocelot, but he never says much about it until it comes at the pain of Russia itself. (i.e killing Granin who benefits them and Russia in turn, not truly caring about torture when he learns its for a spy, feeling bad ahout killing Russian men even those who go agaisnt the GRU, and the nukes destroying Russian soil and countrymen)

However any time Ocelot calls Volgin out on his sadistic and cruel behaviors, Volgin never says anything truly negative back to Ocelot. For a man who does awful things to everyone else the way he hesitates to hurt Ocelot whether through physical or verbal means was always interesting to me.

Especially this interaction after Granin is killed by Volgin.

Volgin speaks down on Ocelot, however this isn't done in an insulting way, it's simply the truth in Volgin's eyes. Volgin raised Ocelot since he was 16, Ocelot is still decades younger than him, and is still ranks below.

To Volgin, Ocelot needs to be weeded out himself, of the care he deeply holds for Russia. Volgin undermines Ocelot and how he feels towards the war and cruelty surrounding it, that his feelings have no place within the war and that they're a threat to their organization. While on the surface it refers to how Ocelot is too hot headed and jumps the gun, that he won't be able to focus if he is always judging others. On a deeper level, it read to me as Volgin cares for Ocelot. That the judgement from Ocelot doesn't just break the GRU's unity, it breaks Volgin's unity with Ocelot.

Volgin doesn't want to get rid of Ocelot, that much is evident when in the final boss battle when this is their exchange.

Ocelot shoots at Volgin, disobeys orders, disrespects his title, etc, etc. Despite this, they have the same back and forth they always do. Volgin simply keeps ordering him until Ocelot just leaves. It comes across as Volgin trusts Ocelot to find the bombs, either that or views him too inferior to do any real damage on his own devices. All and all, Volgin doesn't care about Ocelot's disrespect towards him when if it was anyone else they'd be dead.

Speaking of the boss fight, it really added more to their relationship.

THIS ESPECIALLY

Volgin comes so close to shocking Ocelot, but he can't, simply just a warning. Then in the next scene, Ocelot looks to Volgin for reassurance on his aid to Snake. This back and forth always ends each word from Ocelot with an obedience to Volgin.

The fact Volgin and Ocelot have whole conversations with each other from body language alone and the way Ocelot himself relies on body language really is such a good detail

The way they simply talk with one another also always felt like a parent to a child to me. (Maybe a very bad parent but still) In a way, they are a very fucked up found family.

Ocelot kidnapped by The Philosophers as a baby, sent to the GRU to be a spy at 16 and being guided through the rest of his years up until the end of teenage life by Volgin who he knew he'd have to betray at some point. Volgin who was raised by a member of The Philosopher.

While family has never been something they have been expanded on with, I think that speaks more. Neither Ocelot nor Volgin have any semblance with family. They are each other's only sense of that. Through the traitorous attitude of Ocelot and through the hedonist sadism fogging Volgin, they are the only people who get each other but ultimately are not fond of each other in most scenarios. They serve as a twisted parallel of The Boss and Snake to me.

Which sucks even more when The Boss is literally Ocelot's real mom, don't know how to thread that in either, but it's just ughhh literally custody battle between The Boss and Volgin every time they're on screen together with Ocelot

I could talk forever and ever about the analysis between them, but onto the meta. My issues are not within any prejudice or forced characterization like Kaz and Quiet. However, I feel they come from the writers thinking they were not interesting enough. They don't put a lot of their relationship on the surface and by the time players realize their relationship the game is over. MGS is really a game that always deserves a second playthrough to fully grasp its ideas and characters.

Volgin and Ocelot didn't grasp a lot of people because they weren't pushed and pushed like EVA and Snake. They were an afterthought in the game while I think they really could've been given more, considering how much of Volgin affects Ocelot. Ocelot liked torture because of how Volgin raised him, Ocelot has a complicated relationship with Russia partially due to Volgin, and Ocelot's relationships with people are forever shadowed by how Volgin raised him.

I think they really could've been something so interesting, but so much of it was swept under the rug by other relationships and topics within the game. I don't know, tell me what you think this is mostly spit balling about two characters I really like. 🐆

#metal gear solid #revolver ocelot #volgin mgs #looking back on this definitely couldve written this better lol

[harmonysanreads]

Do you have any yandere blogs to recommend?

Oho, you just gave me an excuse to fangirl >:) I took my time with this ehe

note : you might already know some of these blogs if you've been in the yandere genshin community for some time but here we go! please read their dni/byf/rules before you decide to follow or interact with them, too

@ddarker-dreams [yandere multi-fandom]

If it wasn't for Miss Lock's writings I probably would still misunderstand the yandere genre lol, she just makes it AN ART. You can tell how much effort she puts into her work, too! She makes me want to both be an obedient housewife towards the characters and to strangle them ;—; Her Deep Sea is such a masterpiece—I've literally never seen THIS much cultural accuracy in any fanfic and it inspired me to do my own research, too!

@yandere-romanticaa [yandere multi-fandom]

Her works always make me end up hanging by the brainrot cliff for days and even WEEKS lmao and I respect her so so so much for helping smaller blogs <333

@bye-bye-sunbird [yandere genshin impact]

The legend, the pioneer of The Capitano Agenda™️!! I personally really love her Spoil of War series—somehow, she makes me think twice about characters I wouldn't have otherwise given much thought towards. (*cough* osial *cough*)

@glimmeringtwilight [yandere genshin impact]

There's just— I just can't explain it but their writing is just so beautiful??? They can take some of the simplest stuff and execute in such a demure manner o.o

@shumidehiro [yandere multi-fandom]

I'm a big fan of her Yan!Pantalone works, the way she writes him is so charming<3

@chococolte [yandere genshin impact, sagau]

Her Yan!Al haitham works are something else honestly, easily intensifies my alhaitham brainrot. (help me)

@jessamine-rose [yandere multi-fandom]

Her writing style is so...magical. It's like complexity through simplicity. Those dark fairytale vibessss!

@yestrday [yandere multi-fandom]

Their genshin aus are just *chefs kiss* and also Lumine lover??>>>

@amarias-yandere-genshin [yandere genshin impact]

They've been offline for some time now, I believe but I still recommend checking them out! They've got some really good content

@moyazaika [yandere original]

They create some of the most jaw-dropping heart-stealing yandere ocs I'm telling you! My heart is still with their yandere!king oc >:(

@teabutmakeitazure [yandere genshin impact, yandere hxh]

The ultimate hub of Yandere!Childe and Yandere!Pantalone !! She comes up with the most creative and delicious brainrots that keep me up at night <3

@wishluc [yandere multi-fandom]

I find the reflection of ‘brevity is the soul of wit’ in their writing — how they express so much in such short drabbles is beyond me. Her Yandere!Lilia works are my favorite :>

@throwaway-yandere [yandere multi-fandom]

Reading Ansy-Tea's works are like watching a cool science experiment unfold (I'm not joking). They take yandere to a whole new level !!

There are many other talented blogs out there, of course. These are just the ones I'm most familiar with :>

#harmonysan.txt #anon asks #blog recommendations #i might add onto this as time goes:>

[tetsutits]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐢𝐍𝐊𝐒

CHARACTERS: kakucho hitto, sanzu haruchiyo, ran haitani, sano manjiro

WARNINGS: fem!reader (female anatomy). bonten timeline. lots of kinks! kaku - creampie, spitting, fingering, reader is called princess, sweet, girl. sanzu - reader cries, spanking. ran - oral (f)receiving. mikey - he's kinda mean lol, uses of slut and baby, hair pulling, creampie. let me know if i missed anything!!

A/N: this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so i decided to post it!! i don't think i've seen anyone do this before for tokrev charac. but if it's been done please let me know !!

MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!! |tr masterlist|

KAKUCHO HITTO - breeding, spit kink

kakucho has a HUGE breeding kink. there's just something about stuffing you full with his cum that makes him go absolutely insane over you. just the idea of you all swollen, and round with his child gets his cock growing in his pants. he would go rounds with you all night and the only place he would cum is either (preferably) inside you—or in your mouth. he loves the way your soft, gummy walls will take anything he gives, sucking him in, and he makes sure that every last drop of his cum stays inside you. uncaring if it's messy, or that it's uncomfortable for you—he watches it trickle down to the sides of your thighs, bringing down two long fingers to stuff it right back into you where it belongs. the sight of your swollen cunt taking him all in, girth and length, will have him fucking himself into you till there's nothing to give anymore.  if it's not his cum that's he's stuffing inside—it's definitely his spit. either spitting on you for lube, or spitting in your mouth - your tongue lolled out anticipating the thick substance. "keep that in for me, okay, princess?"  he says, after he spits right onto your tongue—and of course you do, because you're his sweet, obedient girl. 

SANZU HARUCHIYO - dacryphilia, impact play (spanking), slight brat taming

sanzu has always been one to chase power, dominance. he always wants to be in control—he has a sort of satisfaction that comes from seeing people bow down and submit to him, seeing them on their knees crying and begging for his mercy. that doesn't change when it comes to you. he loves the sight of you with wet tears streaming down your face; his own plastered with a smirk as he wipes them away with his thumb, "you think you can take more?" he says, voice dripping with satisfaction, massaging the bruised, red skin of your ass, "or have you learned your lesson?" when you don't reply to him, his large palm comes in contact with your flesh even harder, the sound of skin slapping echo's in the room, causing you to cry out in pain, your skin tingling and burning as a result. his cock strains against his pants, aching to be touched—but you just look so, so pretty like this, so how could he ever think of himself when you're right here, in front of him, letting him have anything he wants from you?

RAN HAITANI - overstimulation, praise kink

ran is definitely vocal during sex, he's always talking to you, letting you know how good you feel—how good you're making him feel. he breathes little praises into your ears as he fucks you deep, grunts and groans at the feeling of your cunt pulsating around him, squeezing every last drop he has to give. sometimes he just can't get enough, he'll fuck you over and over—he hears your cries and your whimpers, but does nothing about it as he continues to push you way past overstimulation, "ahh—fuck, you're doing so fuckin' well for me," he says, completely drunk on the feeling of you around him, pounding mercilessly until you're begging for him to slow down, tears pooling in your lash line because it feels so fucking good. he eats you like a starved man, fucks you like it's the last chance he'll ever get—just the look of complete pleasure on your face is enough to keep him going until it's painful for him, he could just never get tired of you. 

SANO MANJIRO - daddy kink, degradation

"you just like being a little slut, huh?" mikey groans in the crook of your neck, his pace unforgiving as he keeps pounding into you, he grips your hair from the back, using it as leverage to pull you back into him, "i-it wasn't like that, manjiro!" you cry out, the pleasure and the pain mixing, you can't deny you enjoy the way he holds power over you, the way he completely has control over everything you do. it also gives him a rush knowing you'd be right there to grant him anything he wishes, "that's not my fuckin' name," he grunts, slamming even harder into you, you almost scream from the pleasure, the force of his hips slapping against yours and when you drop your head down he only pulls you back up again, forcing an arch in your back, "f-fuck! daddy—i'm sorry!" he could never, ever get tired of you calling him that name in bed, giving him the authority he wants. he throws his head in pleasure, trying his best not to cum on the spot as he finally hears you say, "please! give it to me, daddy, n-need your cum!" and the string finally snaps as he fills you up, because how can he say no to his sweet, little baby?

reblogs appreciated !! <3 minors go away >:(

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[merakiui]

Hiiii~ Mera! I've wanted to ask you if you by any chance have any Malleus thoughts?? 👀 👉👈

I may have a few hehe!! :D please accept these very assorted Malleus concepts that have been floating around in my brain.

✧ sugar daddy malleus in ancient times in which he’s the mysterious being of the deep, dark forest everyone tells you to stay away from. but that same mysterious being is leaving lustrous gemstones and exquisite pieces of jewelry on your doorstep or at the entrance of the forest for you to take, always even more generous each time. and in return, you must provide him with something of yours (usually he’d like something from your hobbies, whether a poem or a sketch or a wood carving and so on). one day he’ll steal you away, but until then he provides generous sums for you to continue living comfortably. after all, he’s quite entertained with the lovely art you produce! he must know more.

✧ omegaverse in which, by order of lord malleus, guards silver and sebek free you (and plenty others) from an alpha who had been keeping you captive for various reasons. without a place to live or a madol to your name, lord malleus allows you to live within his castle under the condition that you must earn your keep. sebek doesn’t trust you, but silver thinks everyone deserves a fair chance and though it may be dangerous for an unmated omega and an unmated alpha to coexist, especially when said alpha is a very important ruler, you’ve proven to be a very diligent servant to malleus, always so determined to pay him back for his generosity. malleus has grown rather fond of you in the time he’s gradually beginning to know you, and before long he’s inviting you to take a stroll through the palace gardens with him or to join him for evening tea or to accompany him to the grand library so he may find a book he’s been looking to read. and eventually your heat will sneak up on you, and who better to assist you with it than the lord you serve? :)

✧ a very awkward fwb dynamic in which both you and malleus are horribly inexperienced in romance, so your dynamic essentially becomes one of fwb—by which if malleus gifts you a bouquet because you’re his dearest friend (he is madly in love with you) you hurry to return his goodwill with some of your own. there is no sex in this fwb (yet). the two of you are just always trying to return the other’s kindness and are so worried about forgetting to repay favors to one another or else you think it’ll look rude and malleus fears his favorite child of man will become offended. the benefits in this friendship is essentially just lots of courtship gifts that neither of you realize are courtship gifts. both of you are always friend-zoning each other, too. T_T lilia just wants you and malleus to kiss already.

✧ ceo malleus who is very bad at using technology, so you (his secretary) help him out and handle much of the tech work for him. naturally he has to repay you by railing you behind closed doors in his office (and maybe even knocking you up if you’re capable of having children hehe).

✧ you’re making a wish on a star in hopes that the sky above will answer it. but when you wish for a companion/lover/friend/a horned fae prince who is very tall and can sing and is very handsome and keeps a tamagotchi and is also lonely so he needs a friend (this last one is very specific;;;;), you don’t expect said fae to appear and offer companionship. he may or may not have been watching you for months now, waiting for the right moment to appear before you at your windowsill. but when you’ve made such a curious wish, how can he possibly stay hidden any longer? he adores you too much. <3

✧ arranged marriage in which you’re betrothed to malleus in a marriage that’s meant to serve as the first stepping stone in uniting humankind and faekind and putting all previous disagreements to rest. you think you’ll be fine so long as you’re courteous and obedient, but your fiancé seems to like you a little too much. :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! May I request for an Aemond x female reader where the reader grew up with him and his siblings. As a child, she was always cheerful and followed him around, which he took for granted once she started giving more attention to anyone other than him. He starts becoming possessive and unhinged, but it turns out she's been wanting this all along.

I'm sorry if it's too specific 😭 I've been having this dark Aemond x secretly dark reader brainrot for so long. Of course, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. I'll always love the way you write him ¡u¡

A/n: reader is fem as requested and tw:for Yandere tendencies and a beaten and bloodied stable boy.

You were merely a babe when your family was swiftly moved into the Red Keep, particularly in due to your parents positions within the small council and Queen’s council respectively. As time consuming as their jobs were, your parents attempted to make time for you whenever they could, even if it was on a limited time crunch. However this was an short lived attempt as it seemed that Westeros had frequent issues regarding economics, rebellions and quarrelling houses almost on a daily basis. Soon afterwards you were sent away to play with the only other children within the Keep; Aegon, Aemond and Helaena Targaryen.

No matter how seemingly well you gotten along with the likes of Aegon and Heleana. It was Aemond that you grew attached to the most out of all the siblings. No matter where the young prince went, you were not far behind, acting as his obsessive shadow despite bearing a smile so blinding it hide a hideous truth that you parents refused to disclose. For they fear that should would get out, it would hinder future suitors from asking for your hand, taking you out of their greying hair for good. They forced themselves to bypass your -to put it lightly- clingy tendencies as an innocent act such as puppy love to save themselves from ridicule should things turn for the worst. They didn’t understand what went wrong? Your parents had been so certain of themselves that they raised you to the best way possible. So it only proved to dishearten them when they noticed the inklings of darkness festering within your heart. So they casted a blind eye to your habits.

Aegon would aways tease his brother whenever he couldn’t seem to find you lurking nearby, yet whenever you were in the picture he found it hard to process any venomous words to throw at you; It didn’t help that whilst your whole demeanour glimmered like gentle starlight, screaming innocent all over. What unnerved Aegon the most was the fact that he always felt as though something about you was off, unsettling almost but he daren’t become the boy who cries wolf. After Rhaenyra, you were the realms second delight but most called you butterfly, in due to the reception your outward presentation received from the small folk. Which made it difficult for anyone to accuse you of partaking in violent acts. “Where’s your shadow dear brother, have you lost it?” Aegon taunts, ruffling his brothers head.

Aemond scoffed, shoving his brother’s hand away from his hair, “it is not within my jurisdiction to know the whereabouts of my ‘shadow.’ Y/n is probably in the gardens with Heleana. She’ll come back to my side soon enough. Got the nose of a bloodhound she does.” The young prince responded, casting his gaze out of the window and onto the garden below, where you were joined by Heleana and his mother as you all engaged in conversation. It felt odd to Aemond in seeing you elsewhere other then his side. After all that’s where you have been and where he assumed you’d always stay no matter what like an obedient pup. Whilst it was suffocating for the prince at first, he soon became reliant on the ideals that you only needed him to rely on. That he was the only one who could provide you with everything life had to offer on a silver platter; It made the young lad feel more wanted and more loved then he ever had in his entire life.

So why was it that once you both grown into beautiful adults, that you seemed to have grown bored of Aemond and instead choosing to spend your time with the likes of a servant boy? It just didn’t add up. Sure he might’ve pushed you away in a fit of anger after the loss of his eye but you should’ve known better then to believe the words that left his mouth that night. He was high off of the milk of the poppy and his words were, slurred, misconstrued and void of any and all sense of logic. However you became upset and have left Aemond alone ever since. Once more Aegon would tease him about this, claiming that Aemond could ‘never keep hold of an eye, never less his shadow.’ This caused a fight to break out between the brothers before they were brought to a standstill by some nearby guards and an infuriated and embarrassed Alicent. Who scolded the pair and sent them off elsewhere and away from each other.

Aemond, in need of some form stress relief and a distraction, descended to the gardens and sat himself down on the bench before closing his eye, breathing slowly, he allowed the silent serenity to sooth the hurt he felt within his heart at how blissfully unaware you were to the torture you were condemning him to. Seemingly uncaring if your avoidance was causing him more harm then good whilst within the company of another. As children Aemond, being quite wise for his age, assumed that you and him were meant to be betrothed sooner or later. After the events at Driftmark however, Aemond’s assumption remained as that. The princes peace wasn’t as long lasting as he wished it to be, for his ears perked up the sound of your laughter that was then followed shortly by that of a man’s. Arm in arm, bodies pressed tightly together, you and the boy you’ve seemingly casted Aemond aside for trudged into the gardens; Footfalls halting when he knew you spotted his lean and tall frame occupy the only bench in the garden, leaving only enough room for one person.

Sensing that his presence was unneeded, Aemond stood from the bench before gesturing it to you and the suddenly nervous lad beside you. “Don’t fret about me overstaying my welcome,” he began, eyeing the lad who was near enough on the verge of pissing himself in public before looking over to you as you stared back at him blankly, “I was just about to leave anyways; The floral pungent of flowers was starting to suffocate me.” He adds more so towards you then the boy, shoulder checking him rather harshly as he walked past your both and back to the keep. “What’s his deal?” Adonis asked but his question fell on deaf ears as you were smirking directly at Aemond’s back as he fades from sight. It was working, your pawn had gotten under your princes skin and was infesting his mind with the most heinous of thoughts, urging him to snap violently and you couldn’t wait for that day to come any faster.

For the boy toy you had been playing with had became stale and dull in terms of entertainment. Just a regular stable boy who happened to catch you crying the night after Aemond casted you away as though you were nothing. In order of making him repent for his actions you soon ‘befriended’ the stable boy, having strictly demanded that he were to remain at your side for however long you saw fit. During this brief stint you would always engage Aemond’s reaction at every little thing you did; Whether that be by constant touching of the hand, face and arm or your over expressiveness at anything and everything the stable boy did. So seeing Aemond conflicted with his innermost wants and desires gave you satisfaction before dwindling away to impatience. “Oh Aemond’s aways been the brooding type, don’t mind him.” You said, flashing a fake smile before leading Adonis to the beach, sitting exactly where Aemond sat and basking in the lingering warmth of his body that imbued itself into the bench. Not listening to a word the boy beside you said as you wished that you were here with Aemond instead, only to push that thought away when you were forced to engage in conversation pertaining to things you found of no interest in.

It wasn’t until late at night that your prayers seemed to have been answered when you heard a sequences of knocks on your chamber doors. You smiled expectedly as you took your time in the mirror, making sure you looked presentable before wandering over to the door, opening it just enough to see the ominous glint of Aemond’s sapphire eye. However once drawing the door fully open, a bloodied body crashed at your feet; upon closer inspecting you deduced that through the mauled mess that was once a face, it was indeed Adonis, the stable boy. Unfortunately for you and Aemond, he was still clinging onto a thread of life. “You broke my toy.” You say childishly, pouting as you kicked Adonis in the ribs, causing him to groan. “I wouldn’t of broken it have you not been prioritising it’s existence over mine as of recent.” Aemond responded bitterly as he made himself welcome to your chambers, closing the door and locking it behind him whilst doing so.

You almost felt like wanting to squeal in delight but recomposed yourself as you stood behind his seated form like you use to as a child, sliding your hands across his broad shoulders, bringing your arms to cross over his chest as your front cushioned his back before resting your head on his shoulder. “If you were unhappy with recent events then you should’ve acted on your impulses a lot sooner in prevention of escalation.” You mused, running your fingertips across the small section of exposed skin, relinquishing in the hitch of Aemond’s breath. “This was all apart of your plan, wasn’t it? To make me beyond jealous as to claim you as my own.” Aemond concluded as the pieces finally came together in his mind. He couldn’t help but smirk at your deviousness to risk the well-being of others to get what you wanted and what you wanted was him. He never felt more desired then he did as you practically smothered yourself against him but it obvious for either of you that it wasn’t close enough for your liking.

“You finally noticed, after all this time,” you said, pressing kisses up the side of his neck, lightly biting and licking hickies into his skin to stake your claim on him, “I’m so happy.” You whispered into his neck with a wide smile gracing your lips. Aemond rested his head back against the chair, stretching as much of his neck as he could for you to possessively mark. Finally having the honour of feeling your lips, your teeth graze his skin more deliciously then he ever thought possible. “Don’t ever do that again, I couldn’t take seeing you with another’s hands all over you when it should be me and me alone to have the honour of doing so.” Aemond said, reaching a hand up to caress your hair, letting it linger there for a little while before trailing down to hold your hands closer to his chest. You detached yourself from his bruising neck, “why would I ever want to repeat this when I’ve already got the man my heart desires right before me. You’re all I ever wanted Aemond and I wouldn’t wish for anyone to take you from me. You belong to me, now and forever.” You uttered possessively, nipping at his lobe playfully.

The mere though of some wench stealing Aemond from you had you seeing red, you tightened your grip on him, causing him to smile pointedly at them, finding it reassuring that you were just as selfish with him as he was with you. He reached a hand to gently grip your jaw, drawing you in close enough that your lips were just barely brushing when your moment was ruined by the groaning of Adonis. You both pulled away from one another to look at the mess of a boy on your floor. “What does my princess wish to do with this,” Aemond paused briefly to find more befitting words, “nuisance.” You smiled innocently, pecking his lips, resting your head on his, “whatever punishment my prince see fits for almost stealing me away from your loving arms.”

#hotd x fem!reader #hotd fic #hotd x you #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #house of the dragon x fem!reader #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagines #Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader #tw: yandere #tw: blood #tw: bruises

[semiweirdshipper]

My favorite slashers.

I know it probably doesn't mean anything to anyone, but I've always wanted to make a list of my top favorite slashers and why I love them. I feel like some of the ones I listed won't surprise you, lol. In fact, none of them will. I'm very predictable. Now if I made a list of killers I actually dislike writing- that might actually surprise you.

1). Jason Voorhees

Baby boy!

I love Jason because of his character development. I've literally only written him in like three stories, but the amount of growth that he undergoes is incredibly fun to write. I'm also a sucker for physical flaws, so I think his appearance is really beautiful and cute. His backstory is heartbreaking- I probably sympathize with him the most out of any of the killers. Even without altering his personality, he just seems so much like the kind of person to want to grow and make changes (If he had the right person in his life), and I just really think he's a sweet character.

2). Freddy Krueger

Hey look! It's Jason's husband!

A Nightmare on Elm Street was the very first slasher movie I watched and it's pretty much the only slasher movie that I like. I love Freddy because his past abuse as a child is something I greatly relate to (abusive dads suck ass, bro). Of course I pretend like Freddy is not a pedophile or a rapist because that's just not fun. But altering his personality and writing him in my stories is something I've found to be an extreme joy. He's my favorite killer to write in the slasher dad drabbles. And he makes me happy.

3). Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

Pinny! My sweetest sweetheart of all sweethearts!

For Elliot, I kind of have little explanation. I think I fell in love with him because he has an obedient, submissive side to him, plus self control. The way he made the agreement with Kirsty in the movie without lying was attractive to me for some reason. His power is very interesting and unique and I've really, really enjoyed being able to mingle with it. Broadening his personality has been fun and I love using him to make other killers jealous and/or submissive. And he's adorable and sweet! Seeing Pinhead just naturally makes me feel giddy inside.

4). Herman Carter

Oh! There he is. Prince charming. The one we all expected to see sooner.

My version of Herman Carter is a character that I've grown to both love and be proud of. My altering of his personality is what brought my dbd stories to life. Every time I write him for the first time in my stories, I feel like I'm playing choir music in the background as if I'm introducing an epic character. And I love it. I enjoy it. Writing Herman is fun. His personality is so kind, charming, considerate and modest and just everything good. And that makes him one of the funnest characters for me to write. Plus I'll never forget how he was one of the first killers who I turned into an emotional supporter. When I wrote the first chapter of When a Survivor Bullies, it was such a wonderful moment because that's when something beautiful was born. Emotional support slashers.

5). Jeffrey Hawk/Kenneth Chase

The one everyones tired of me constantly hyping about!

Like Herman, I'm proud of how my version of Jeffrey turned out, and it makes me SO HAPPY when viewers admit to liking him. When I first got into dbd there was literally no positive fics with him. It seemed like everybody hated him, but not me! I'm the fuckin' king at making the biggest bitches likable! Jeffy wudn't even a challenge. Lol, but no seriously, Jeffrey is fun to write. I gave him a personality that's funny, teasing, irritating and caring while still staying true to his finger kinks. Also, I love his appearance. Hey, obese people are awesome and smexy!

6). Evan MacMillan

Sir papatron! The fictional dad of all dads!

As you can probably guess, I love Evan because I pretty much constantly write him as a overly stressed out dad. He's been both a good guy and an ass-hat in many of my stories. His personality is flexible and I find it rather simple and enjoyable to write. We have a lot in common when it comes to our fathers and broken jaws (again, abusive dads suck!) I just love writing him as the overwhelmed pops who just wants to do good but needs sleep and has way too much responsibility. Writing him in My Saddest Journey? Sooooooooo therapeutic <3 I love my papa.

#dead by daylight fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slashers #jeffrey hawk #herman carter #evan macmillan #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #pinhead #elliot spencer #personal post

[ego-meliorem-esse]

I feel like Francis and Arthur would do that thing with baby Matthew that people do where they put the dog in the middle and both call for it to see who it loves more haha. Except neither of them really care who Matthew loves, they just want to spite the other. Arthur wants to show off Matthews obedience to him and Francis wants to very smugly undermine that. Matthew gets a brief moment of thinking they both desperately want him. The illusion shatters very quickly.

wow mate you're almost more brutal in your interpretation of their relationship than me. Don't get me wrong, what I'm trying to interpret here is that as Matt for all intents and purposes was lonely and frankly miserable with his bio father, the frog. However I do not think François outright didn't care or love Matt. He, did but in his own distant and Empire-y way. What 'm trying to portray is that Matt didn't get love. He didn't feel it. He felt nothing coming from his papa. Whether or not François felt love for his firstborn and only son is irrelevant when it comes to Matt and his experiences. His experience is that where love should be, has always been a tabula rasa. I am a bit of a softie (unimaginable lol) and I am keen on making François feel love in a sense of "Yeah you're my son. I love you but you are a bit boring, and I have court stuff to do". And what I've mentioned is a few asks is that François is only realising his assholery when it's too late, and the boy has found a father to replace his biological one. In the modern era they may even reconnect slightly, they may even meet to get coffee, during a meeting break they might smoke outside the building together in silence, Matt even might stay over at his pops place during a summit week in Paris.

the ignition of remorse may even begin in the vast and smooth void of François' mind.

As for Arthur, he expects the boy to be useful. In 1763 and maybe a few years after that, he feels as if he has a mini François in the house. Until ofcourse he realises that he is angry at this boy sitting opposite of him despite the child having never even uttered a single word, not even made a disagreeable face at that. He softenes up to the boy eventualy. A decade later he starts to not see his enemys face every time he looks at this scared child. Canada indeed is expensive, and England is an Empire. Therefore, the colony WILL be useful. Has to be. Otherwise. That's his mindset, at least for a while. Granted that while lasts a long time but by the modern era Matt his his closest confidante, a friend, and a son. And by god, blood, sweat and tears have been shed for those titles by Matthew. He was needed when he entered those trenches clean, shaved and anxious, he was loved when he left the trenches covered in blood, a broken spirit, with half of his previous eyesight intact.

Not because he risked everything, but because he was willing to.

#boyyyy this was suposed to be a lighthearted ask #at least by the tone #but i fuuucked it up #apologies #hetalia #hws england #hws canada #hws france #ask meli #historical hetalia #my headcanons

[aemondgirlfriend]

INVISIBLE STRINGS

Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister (OC)

Summary: Aemond Targaryen was known as a cold, cruel and frightening prince, but he wasn't like that. Aemond was affectionate, intelligent, obedient and loved his family, but mostly her. Alysanne Targaryen is Aemond's twin sister, but with a different appearance. She had hair like her mother Alicent's, but her eyes were the violet of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon running through her veins. Aemond Targaryen was cold, cruel and frightening, but not with her. What Alysanne wanted, he did. Because it was always her and always will be.

Chapters: 1;2;3;4;5

Rating: Explicit/+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Violence and explicit NSFW, third-person POV, bad language, angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), use of fingers)

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is the first story I've posted on tumblr, so please take it easy on me.

Word Count: 796 (the others will be longer, I promise)

In 110 AC, Queen Alicent Hightower was about to give birth, yet another heir from her marriage to King Viserys Targaryen. It was a rainy day, completely closed and dark, and the people of King's Landing were not used to such weather. The noise of thunder mingled with the screams of the Queen who, with the help of the midwives, tried to make her baby come out as soon as possible. She had already given birth twice, but none of them had been as complicated as the one she was dealing with right now.

Alicent's screams were so loud the entire fortress could hear. One of her nurses held her hand while another wiped her forehead with a wet cloth. The Queen screamed one last time, and the next scream was followed by a cry, the child was born. A beautiful boy with silver hair and violet eyes, the characteristics of a true Targaryen. Alicent smiled in relief as she saw her baby being swaddled in a clean cloth and gathered him in her arms, a tear running down her red cheek. She felt better, but the relief didn't last long. Alicent felt a sharp pain in her belly, the same pain she felt when her water broke. She was having another baby.

The midwife returned to her previous position and one of the nurses took the little prince from the Queen's arms, cradling him so that he would not cry again. Alicent felt weak, and as much as she gave birth so easily, this time she felt like she couldn't take it. She took a deep breath and pushed again, her whole body shaking in ecstasy and weariness, clutching her mistress's hand and screaming again. As difficult as the queen thought it was going to be, the second baby came out faster than the first, a crying girl, a beautiful girl with violet eyes and brown hair like Alicent's, a Hightower trait. The midwife swallowed and wrapped the baby in another cloth, handing her to the Queen. She stared at the baby in shock, running her finger through the girl's smooth brown hair. A smile lit up the woman's face, knowing that even if her girl had the Hightower characteristics, she was a Targaryen, because only a true Targaryen had the violet eyes of the ancient valyria, and now it remains for us to know if she had something else, if she possessed the dragon's blood.

King Viserys was alerted of the birth of his children, and his face lit up when he heard that the Queen had given birth to twins. He walked into the room where Alicent was and smiled when he saw her feeding one of her babies. Viserys approached, his smile growing with each step, but it didn't last long, because when he saw the girl's brown hair, only one thought crossed his mind.

bastard.

He swallowed hard and stopped in front of his wife, the baby letting go of the breast and looking at her father for the first time, violet eyes shining. Viserys ran a finger down her full cheek, enjoying the color of her eyes.

“A girl, a beautiful girl.” he whispered, turning and kissing his wife's forehead.

���Viserys, about the hair…”

“Don't worry, my wife. I can see the violet eyes she has, and we all know this is a unique Targaryen trait.” he smiled, caressing her cheek. “And where is...”

Alicent looked back and with just one look had the wet nurse come over with the baby in her arms. Viserys took the boy in his arms, smoothing his silver strands, amazed at how different the twins were.

“They need names, I didn't want to decide before you did.”

The queen said tiredly, arranging the girl in her lap, she had her curious eyes wide open as if she understood her parents' dialogue.

“I have two names in mind.” he whispered, sitting down beside his wife “Aemond. It means he will be strong and someday a good leader. He will possess power, strength and wisdom. Aemond Targaryen.”

Little Aemond opened his eyes and yawned with his little mouth, his little hand gripping one of the King's fingers.

“And her…I thought of Alysanne. The first Alysanne was a good queen. She was kind and loved, just as our Alysanne will be.”

Alicent smiled and placed Alysanne beside Aemond, the two of them looking at each other. Aemond took his sister's small hand and Viserys chuckled. Aemond and Alysanne Targaryen, the twin heirs of Viserys and Alicent. The brothers who would give their lives to save each other. Two brothers who loved each other.

Two connected and pure souls.

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[hawkeye221b]

Ok no but like i've been thinking about Episode 5 since i watched it and the way its doing so much for all of the three?? i could literally go on and on and rave about it. (my raving is long so i will hide most of it under a cut to not clog dashes)

Like we've always known percy was an angry kid- in the first book- literally the first page what is one of the first things percy says? that he mentions? How he's considered a 'troubled kid'. how his life- though short so far- is miserable. He's angry. he's resentful. he's bitter! he's a 12 year old boy with an abusive stepdad, an absent father and the entire world against him. And in the past two episodes we've seen his anger- his defense mechenism- in action. He tried to intimidate Echidna because they killed both Alecto and Medeusa. He's bitter at his father and doesn't want to give in to the way things "work". he tried to fight Ares despite knowing that he's not only a god- but that one of his children actively tried to maim and seriously injure him just because of a percieved slight. and yet hes angry. he's loyal. he's empathetic. he's a kid... and he thinks so, so little of himself because thats what the world has done. Where his mother sees a powerful boy- her son who she loves and would do anything for- the rest of the world sees a "troubled kid". they see a problem and a threat. he doesn't know or see how strong or impactful he is because he doesn't see that in himself. he gives so much to others who earn his loyalty because he thinks they deserve better so he tries so hard to give them the best chance possible because he thinks so highly of them and yet so little of himself.

And Annabeth.. she's been raised in this life- this cycle of backstabbing and vying for power for just an ounce of love or attention. she had to fight with her stepmother for her dad's attention, then she had to fight her own mother's pride and status to get just an ounce of recognition.. and it works for a time. She's the child her mother is Proudest of- the most devoted, most obedient and smartest kid she has.. and then she lets Percy act out and suddenly she's lost it all. because of something that someone else did... not only that but it was something she did try to warn against. and yet Athena said Annabeth was to be punished.. and in both instances where she could potentially "redeem" herself in her mother's eyes.. she doesn't. the first time its because someone else sees what's happened and says this isn't right. Percy pointed out that HE was the one to send the head. he pointed out that if Athena should be angry at anyone, its him.. and her Pride won't let her accept that. she's ready to stay behind so Percy and Grover can go on- she's so ready to be the next Meduesa; ready to take the fall for someone else's actions.. and then percy doesn't let her. he takes her place because it was right and, like his own flaw drives him to- he thinks she's so much better than him and deserves to go on so he makes the choice to right the wrong in front of them and take the punishment.. and then she has the chance to do what her mother would want again- leave Percy to his fate and go on without him; restoring the 'glory' and 'pride' that she lost.. but this time she doesn't. this time she sees the cycle- sees percy breaking it by putting himself again in this position of protecting her- a position she watched Thalia be in as a little girl- and this time her pride emboldens her. She doesn't need her mother's approval this time... this time she has the boldness to try and undo a creation made by a god and free her friend- fix a problem that has a physical conduit- this time she's older and smarter and she won't leave Percy behind like she had to with Thalia. her Pride never changes, but the way she uses it and where she's placing it is.

and then there's Grover. Gorver who, for the longest time, has been consumed by his guilt for not doing his duty and protecting Thalia to the end- despite being one of, if not the first, saytr to bring three half-bloods to the borders of camp in one go. he gets two of them over the hill to safety despite not having enough power or will to go back and save the one he was originally sent to protect.. and this time he hasn't just promised his duty as a saytr.. but he's got a promise to sally jackson. he promised her that he would look after her son. and he's trying so hard- trying to be a guide to the two children he's with; with Annabeth he knows her, he's seen her grow up and was her protector first. he knows her so well and he doesn't want to fail her and percy.. he too sees the potential and power but also the scared kid. he knows he needs to get his hands a bit dirtier than most saytrs would like or be willing to do. He goes against a direct order from Mr.D and tells percy about his mom. He plays mind games with Ares?? he stays behind not just because he trusts the other two to get this done ,but it gets them out of the way so he can use all 24 years of experience he was against Ares. he appeals to his ego. he surprises him by mentioning older, quieter and shorter wars- he surprised Ares. he gets in his head without him even realizing it and he's so aware of his own words and actions and yet he gets information out of Ares- out of a god. Grover is so much smarter and wiser than we give him credit for and he still has further to go.

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