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paganminiskirt · 1 month

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Like Frieza and Vegeta’s relationship was absolutely abusive and exploitative from start to finish but I think people write it wrong. Well not wrong, just in a way that I personally believe removes the deeper horror in favor of an easy depiction of what a relationship like that looks like. He’s not getting strung up and whipped or locked in a cell to cry, he’s getting his chin scratched by a person who uprooted him from everything he had ever known on a whim and destroyed the culture upon which he founded his most nascent sense of identity. And that person is only keeping him alive because despite it all, he’s useful, and kind of cute, especially now that all the other Saiyans are dead. Vegeta’s a small child being made to commit atrocities for profit an amusing little novelty, still using the honorifics & regurgitating the legends of a planet that’s been obliterated. DBS is not a perfect sequel by any means but it did this part so, so well. “All hail Vegeta, prince of no one.” “I always thought you shined the brightest when you were serving as my pet.”

Sickening, yes? And the intimacy is the worst part, the realization that Frieza seems to favor him; seems to like him. Who knows, maybe Vegeta reminded him of himself at some ancient, half-forgotten stage of life. King Cold did drop him like a hot potato as soon as he was proven weaker than Trunks. Maybe that’s the whole reason he made King Vegeta give up his kid in the first place. Frieza’s relationship with his father is shallow and dependent entirely on his value as a soldier, the underlying cruelty of which they’ve both silently agreed to use superfluous affection to cover up? Fine. He’s gonna make the Saiyan king give up his own militarized child prince. He’s gonna strip away the cultural justifications for what he’s doing to his son by making him treat it like the cold, spineless profiteering that it always was. He’s gonna rub it in.

But hey, he’s not mad at the kid. It was his dad who got too big for the barrel. Vegeta is still serving his purpose, Vegeta is still being good. Why wouldn’t Frieza treat him in accordance with his “station,” even after it’s been rendered an empty title because of him. All he has to do is keep spinning the wheel on the Cold Empire, vomiting out violence into the endless vacuum of space & never getting too uppity about his dead father or dead planet or about the fact that, even when reduced to the most baseline level of childish narcissism, the state which this arrangement has emotionally stunted him into maintaining well into adulthood, he never actually wanted any of this. He didn’t want to leave Planet Vegeta! He didn’t want to grow up surrounded by strangers! He didn’t want to have no claim over anything he ever achieved! He wanted to work for himself! It wasn’t his choice!!! For all of Vegeta’s dickswinging and hierarchy and “pride,” he is so, so helpless, “like a tiny insect glowing in a jar,” as Frieza so helpfully summarized for us. Overcorrection layered on overcorrection layered on overcorrection layered on desperate, screeching fear and sadness and shame. Blow up a planet. Nuke a city. Wipe out a village. Fix It Again, Tony.

And that viciously indulgent cruelty that Vegeta used to comfort himself as he grew into a man is only emphasized by how blasé Frieza appears to be about the whole thing. He’s calm. He’s secure. He spends half the arc sitting down, just watching. He’s what Vegeta was in the first part of the Saiyan saga, and he slowly turns into what Vegeta slowly turned into in the second part of the Saiyan saga. An addled, wounded, unthinking mess, trying to put their self image back together as someone else’s superior ability causes it to crumble. Frieza was scared of the super saiyan. Under all that collected ambivalence, that whole time, he was scared.

Vegeta is Frieza’s heir. As gross as that incongruent, unwanted warmth is to witness, Frieza succeeded in establishing influence over & connection between himself and the child he orphaned. And the process of healing from that relationship involves Vegeta going back to square one and having to acquiesce to another foreign, combat oriented culture populated by vaguely hostile strangers. He gets new clothes. He gets a new place to train. He gets new tasks to perform. He gets called cute.

Like. It’s not physical torture, at least not as we usually imagine it. It’s this slow poisoning of a person’s ability to trust and connect with others, a process which is gussied up by regular assertions of fondness, so casual & consistent that you have to actively remind yourself that the guy who’s doing it sees Vegeta as a literal subhuman, and is only being good to him the way you’d be good to a valued piece of property. He tortured him to death, but he still thinks he was a good pet. Vegeta’s life was Frieza’s to end, but his feats of wanton destruction were also his to be proud of.

That’s the whole reason why Vegeta’s character development was slow, ugly and recidivist. Because it was his knowledge of how to grow, of how to exist any other way, that Frieza intentionally eroded for his own selfish, petty gain. And for a relationship between a man with a monkey tail and his pink-skinned alien overlord, the most uncomfortable part about the dynamic is that it’s realistic. Common, even.

#Frieza #Vegeta #dbz

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thiswasneverthat · 8 months

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wednesday

ㅡ seven masterlist

❅ chan x fem!reader

❅ smut, fluff (I think), a little bit of jealousy issue, praising

❅ wc: 1.2k

A few days ago, your boyfriend decided to create an Instagram account on a whim, also perhaps sparked by sheer curiosity.

Despite not being one to value social interactions beyond family and closest friends, you found yourself amused by his impulsive decision. Nonetheless, you offered Chris your undivided support. You even helped him to pick a profile picture and username.

And it was no surprise for you to see many of his coworkers and college friends follow him on Instagram cause he had always been a popular guy, even in the past.

When he uploaded his very first post, which was some pictures from your holiday together a month ago, a lot of his friends left some nice commentsㅡ complimenting how stunning he looked in the pictures that you took.

"I see you're getting even more popular on Instagram," you teased him when he just got home from work.

"Can you blame me? I have been told so many times that I am irresistible," Chris answered with a smirk, which immediately had you rolling your eyes at him.

"Just go take a shower, Your Highness. You reek of rotten narcissism."

Chris only laughed at your snide comments before he leaned closer and pecked your lips. "I will be right back, milady."

While waiting for Chris to finish his business under the shower, you seized a can of beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch in the living room. You then turned on the TV and immediately scrolled through the screen to pick a movie.

As you both had planned since the morning, the two of you would be indulged in binge-watching while cuddling. You both even made a pact to switch off your phones so you wouldn't be disturbed for the entire night.

However, a few moments later, Chris' phone which was placed on top of the drawer beside the couch flickered several times.

"Whoops, sorry but he is mine tonight," you murmured to yourself as you reached for the phone with the intention to turn it offㅡ before you instantly changed your mind the moment you saw the screen.

There were Instagram direct message notifications from someone with a name that was not familiar to you.

sent a photo.

Are you busy? Do you want to hit the gym together?

And maybe we can also hang out at my place tonight?

Your heart dropped to your stomach after you read the messages.

Well.. maybe it was a little exaggerated to say that your heart dropped to your stomach because it was not physically possible, but the point was, you were simply shocked.

Not because another girl just sent your boyfriend direct messages on Instagram, but because of the extremely straightforward audacity to flirt with Chris.

So, without thinking twice, you launched the Instagram app to see the pictures that she sent.

"Holy shit," you then hissed harshly, eyes as wide as a saucer.

Displayed on the screen were two pictures of a girl with long hair. She seemed to be in a gym studio and she was only wearing a sports bra that flaunt her cleavage and a biker short that accentuated her plump ass.

And as if your hands had minds on their own, you zoomed in the pictures to see her face clearly.

"Damn, she is so stunning," the words slipped out of your mouth without you realizing.

She was devilishly luscious. She had a demure yet alluring smile etched on her face, while the glint in her gaze seemed to possess a spellbinding intensity that left you momentarily speechless.

Your very teeny-weeny jealousy that was previously ignited by her messages then was quickly replaced by your insecurities.

As much as it pained you to admit, but if Chris was to cheat on you with herㅡ which you highly doubted, you would still understand his decision. Hell, even if you were a man yourself, you would love to date her.

"Damn, I definitely should start working out again," you said to yourself while still staring at her pictures.

"Why? Why do you want to work out again?" Chris asked from the doorway. He frowned at you while drying his hair with a towel.

"Uh, it's because.."

"Hm? Because of what?"

You thought for a moment as your pursed your lips. You knew he wouldn't be mad at you just because you read his messages, but you couldn't help to feel bad because it was also a part of his personal space.

"Well.. I didn't mean to, but I accidentally read your DM from Instagram and.."

"And what?" Chris asked casually, he didn't even react when you said you read his messages.

"Come here then. You need to see this."

Once Chris sat next to you on the couch, you handed him the phone and observed his face for his reaction.

"Oh, she is a coworker and she had always tried to approach me at the office but I never gave her any response that was beyond a professional relationship between coworkers," Chris clarified with a shrug, still couldn't grasp what you were trying to convey.

"No, that's not what I mean, babe. I know you wouldn't do that."

"Then what?"

"Look at the pictures she sent you," you pointed to the screen with your finger. "Isn't she gorgeous? Look at her ass.. and even her boobs. I really need to work out again, I swear."

"Baby.." Chris was visibly stunned for a moment as he raised an eyebrow at you. "Have you seen yourself? At least in the mirror?"

"What..?"

"Tell me you are joking," he shook his head before he put his phone on the table and cupped your face with both of his hands. "Please, tell me you are joking."

"No, I am not," you answered seriouslyㅡ which caused Chris to break into a very wide smile.

"She got nothing on you, baby. You are unrivaled, don't you know that?"

"Liar," you snorted and rolled your eyes. You thought he only said that to make you feel better.

"Oh, you silly," still with a wide smile on his face, Chris leaned forward to playfully nibble on your lips. "But, I can help though if you want to work out."

Shortly after he had finished kissing, nibbling, and biting your lips, Chris carried you to the bed and pinned you underneath him. He trailed feathery kisses along the column of your neck to your shoulders.

"I have just the perfect workout routine for you," he whispered next to your ear as he caressed your tits through your shirt.

And.. Long gone was your insecurity.

When he started to undress you, all you could think about was him.

"You are so beautiful and my heart is aching," Chris said against your skin before he latched his mouth on your nipple. He took his time to suck and lick your tits, leaving reddish marks all over your chest.

"You are the prettiest and you are mine," he continued with a smirk as he buried his face between your legs. He teasingly nuzzled the bridge of his nose against your folds before he spoiled your dripping cunt with wet kisses and delicate touches of his skillful fingers.

"I love you, baby. So, so fucking much," those words escaped his mouth as he glanced up to lock his eyes with you while rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. "The only workout you need is this. Got it?"

#skz smut #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #chan smut #bang chan x reader

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tsublue · 2 years

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Lilith in ASTROLOGY & observations

Picture credits: Pinterest

What does Lilith mean in astrology?

• Lilith, or more specifically, Black Moon Lillith, is the furthest point of the moon’s orbit around the earth, when the moon is at its most isolated. It represents “a person’s primitive impulses and behavior in their rawest form,” revealing repressed sexuality and “expresses the dark side of one’s personality, buried deep in the subconscious realms of our psyche.” Intense spooky energy. It’s also referred to as “our shadow self” and “Dark Side of the Moon.”

!! I truly love reading the comments and hearing about your thoughts. Let me know what is your Lilith in and what are your thoughts on it!

!! Please do not re-word, copy, steal, repost and etc my post. If you want to use something from my posts, then please ask for permission first and give credits. !!

Lilith in Aries/1st house/Aries degrees(1, 13, 25)

Your subconscious thinking is sharp minded and with a sharp tongue. You are willing to do anything to maintain your personal freedom. Depending on the chart, you get karmatic responses and they might happen to come later in life. Your extreme passions can prevent burnout and breakdowns. In relationships, you must learn to indulge and include your partner as you do yourself.

Lilith in Taurus/2nd house/Taurus degrees(2, 14, 26)

You are willing to do anything to feel physical and emotional pleasure. Mostly from people. You know how to separate yourself from people and avoid their energy, but you tend to ignore it sometimes. In a relationship you want to know the body of your partner in many ways such as even how it moves physically. You need to learn to balance your spiritual health and material wealth.

Lilith in Gemini/3rd house/Gemini degrees(3, 15, 27)

You are great at talking, but may feel an inner dissatisfaction in everything you do. Everything you already have learned or know still feels like it’s not enough still. You are prone to gossiping even the slightest bit or you do it with yourself in your head since you do not want to deal with the aftermath. Your words are the ones you defend yourself and you know how to choose them. You also tend to have a difficulty to settle for a relationship in many ways. But it does not have to be your priority. Enjoy your own time.

Lilith in Cancer/4th house/Cancer degrees(4, 16, 28)

In relationships you tend to give so much that you might lose your independence and traits of your own personality. Deep inside you is there still this innocent little kid who wants love and peace. When you’re with yourself you probably enjoy taking care of your inner child. Do not jump into love and relationships at a minor convince and to just feel it. Focus on yourself and set boundaries and boarder lines between you, your mind and the outsiders and others thoughts and opinions. Have your eyes out. People are here to manipulate you.

Lilith in Leo/5th house/Leo degrees(5, 17, 29)

You might me seen as someone who overindulges and there is basically almost nothing you can do about it even if it is not true. Be aware to not have excessive confidence and self-esteem to the point of delusion and narcissism. It is your karmatic duty to look out for your attitude and how you present yourself. You either get bored with yourself or at a perfect balance and would rather be by yourself maybe because of the experience with not matching with other people and in other words getting called annoying.

Lilith in Virgo/6th house/Virgo degrees(6, 18)

You have an obsession with detail and perfection even if you never want to admit it. You love to be in control in many ways. Simply because you know how to do it and only you can do it right. Your karmatic duty will involve you letting go of control and the need for perfection and embracing change. Your subconscious is a very straight forward and analytical place. you overindulge in aesthetics and obsess over little details you will eventually learn to let things take their course if you put your mind really into it.

Lilith in Libra/7th house/Libra degrees(7, 19)

You and your subconscious is a social butterfly. You overindulge in the company of others. You need to set a line between yourself and others when talking and being around etc. You need to set boundaries for yourself. Losing your personality in a conversation just to be liked in that 5 min convo is not good for you. You need to learn to be by yourself as a karmatic duty. Marriage and long term relationships may bring struggles to you or you may meet partners who are karmatic or karma to you.

Lilith in Scorpio/8th house/Scorpio degrees(8, 20)

Your subconscious is often in need for transformation such as for you to turn bigger and better. You are prone to the dark and dark truths even if it can scare you. You want to know everything. On the outside picture you like to keep your mind and subconscious hidden and far away from other energies and people who can harm it since its a fragile thing and you need to protect it even if it’s a subconscious thought. You also may seek for the spiritual reasoning and meaning in things you do daily and your mind is like a library. You have A LOT there, especially in the subconscious. I’d recommend you to be close with your mind and develop an connection more than anything.

Lilith in Sagittarius/9th house/Sagittarius degrees(9, 21)

You may love education and getting knowledge even if you do not want to admit it. there is a pull towards the spiritual and a natural go-with-the-flow attitude. One of your karmatic duties is to figure out what you truly believe in without any pressure from other individuals. You really gotta figure out what is the right and wrong on your own. You probably deep down think that everything is fated and out of your control but there are still things out there that you CAN control continuously. You will have to chase relationships that help you grow spiritually rather than in societal education.

Lilith in Capricorn/10th house/Capricorn degrees(10, 22)

For your karmatic duty your public success and material wealth will be tested. You gotta learn to detach yourself from your work life and balance other stuff such as non material stuff. You are very much family oriented and it will help your develop relationships that run in other than materialistic level. You may feel like an outcast or even maybe basic in the subconscious and if pisces placements included in the chart then it has caused isolation since you’ve figured out there is not better place then your own mind or your try to avoid it. Just a friendly and helpful reminder: You running away won’t make them stop chasing. process through it.

Lilith in Aquarius/11th house/Aquarius degrees(11, 23)

You tend to base your personality and mindset off of your friend group and the people you surround yourself with. You need a feel of uniqueness and being different in the subconscious. It can bring you stress and anxiety if you are fitting in too much. If may feel like you’ve lost you and your personality and became an NPC in a way. You thrive in a relationship where the person has a uniqueness to themselves as well. Your karmatic duty will be learning to set boundaries and stop being a people pleaser. Each friendship and relationship will teach you something. Even if you think it’s the most useless thing. You learn a lot from these and different people for an example if they have a different background.

Lilith in Pisces/12th house/Pisces degrees(12, 24)

You have a severe need to escape life all the time. You will learn that your mind and unconscious is an unique place and isolation are a pleasurable things. Your karmatic duty is to regain your independence while simultaneously working and healing with others. you have a regenerative power from within and can master great strength to transform yourself. You need to have a line, even if its really thin between your spiritual and physical health. In relationships you may struggle with welcoming your partner into your mind and mindset since it’s a well protected place that people rarely have access to and learning to be more open is hard.

WOAH that took me a whole day but I finished it on an angel number👍

If you do not relate to the observations, then keep in mind, that it’s just my observations and not everything is straight up 100% facts.

I really truly hope that you enjoyed this post.

I also have a song for you who have made it this far, you deserve a treat!

The depressive one:

And the happier one I guess?:

See you next time!

~ Love, Tsunami

#astrology #lilith #observations #tumbrl

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anotherghoul666 · 1 year

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Hopedrunk Everasking

Swiss angst! Swiss angst!

Pairing: polyghouls, Swiss / everyone

Rating: Mature. No smut. Safe to read for my non-explicit readers. It’s mature because of references to a/b/o, heats and ruts and sex, but there is no depiction of sex in the text.

Inspired by @ghouletteanon and this string of asks over here, with all my thanks.

Tags / contains: me shoving all my abandonment issues and recent emotional damage on Swiss and letting him deal with it because writing is cheaper than therapy; one(1) dissociated ghoul; the cycle of trying to brush things off and get back on your feet only to get knocked back down again; a yearly review of all the ways people can fuck up while meaning well; the difference between intent and result; the entire yearly calendar of heats and ruts of the pack; different flavors of rejection; perceived betrayal; perceived personal attacks; intrusive thoughts / automatic thoughts; negative self-talk; Swiss is that gifted kid who used to be perfect and now he feels he’s becoming obsolete and he’s fucking flailing on the way down; narcissism and delusions of grandeur; social isolation as a type of self-harm; a plethora of shitty coping mechanisms; accumulating until you explode; nobody’s talking about their shit; expectations; disappointments; perceived betrayal; there is a glimmer of hope at the end to look forward to.

Summary: New year, new experiences, and a whole pack of ghouls to satisfy during their heats and ruts again; what more could Swiss ask for! He looks forward to 2022 with unbridled enthusiasm, eager to assist his mates with their cycles and indulge in all the pleasure and sin earth has to offer with the ones he loves. But this year is to be the one where Swiss’ sin of pride is ruthlessly tested and the special, cherished, unique multi ghoul does not fare well. His mates may try to do the right thing for their own sake, for each other’s sakes, for Swiss�� sake even but in the end, everyone fails. One by one, Swiss’ relationships suffer from his bruised ego. When the negative self talk gets too heavy to bear, he copes the only way he knows how: with isolation, resentment and anger. Miscommunications, rejections, mistakes; nobody realizes how hard their actions harm Swiss, while he slowly spirals to the ground until it’s too late. ‘Cause you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone.

Read it here on AO3!

Tags for those of you who wrote on my show of hands post for interest in this project! I hope you enjoy ❤️

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 11 months

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hello henry! (is it ok to reffer to you like this?) my bro my guy my dude can i have March 7th being teased by reader? absolutely in love with her.

Thank you and have a good day!

March 7th with a reader that loves to tease her

characters: March 7th x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: I like March. She named herself after the objectively best month and her facial reactions make me "hihi haha" internally, so good choice!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

March 7th

While March liked to indulge in a bit of teasing herself, especially when it was directed against Dan Heng or the Astral Express’ dumpster diving raccoon, she preferred to avoid becoming the target. And while she was far from taking it personally, her healthy level of narcissism blocking things from going under her skin better than any armor ever could, the idea of a joke being at her expense still didn’t completely sit right with her.

That being said, your addiction of teasing anything and anyone more acquainted than a total stranger was as much a part of you as your more agreeable characteristics, so until she found a way to fundamentally change that brain of yours she’d have to live with it.

When you found March staring at a pile of cardboard boxes, a sense of panic shot through your body as you feared a certain crewmembers hobbies might have rubbed off on her, your impulses immediately telling you to drag her away from there before she could even start thinking about throwing herself at them and searching them for whatever items of… value could be found in them.

But instead of having to struggle with pulling her away, March almost jumped when you grabbed her hand, having been too focused to notice you in the first place, the thoughtful look on her face quickly being replaced by one of surprise.

“Wha- Oh it’s you. What are you sneaking up on me for? You almost gave me a heart attack”, she complained before quickly calming down, looking back towards the boxes as you apologized.

“So…”, you stretched the word for as long as you could before it started to sound too ridiculous, even for you “What are you thinking about? A fort built from Cardboards?”, you attempted to joke, only for her face to light up for a split second.

“That’s not even a bad idea, I should write that one down”, she answered before returning to silence, almost causing you to dig a little further, only for her to answer your questions before you could reiterate them.

“Aren’t this many boxes a bit… excessive? It’s quite a mess”, the girl wondered out loud, prompting you to take a closer look yourself.

“You might be right. I mean… Asta is quite renowned for being a generous spender, but I’m still surprised to hear those words from you”, you stated, only for March’s head to turn towards you faster than you could count to 3.

“And why is that?”

“I mean, considering your room resembles an active warzone”, you were quick to answer, causing her mouth to open almost immediately.

“It’s not that bad. I just have more important things to do than cleaning it up every day”, she defended herself with a pout before her facial expressions quickly shifted into a glare . “Why do you know how my room looks in the first place? Are you sneaking into other people’s rooms while they aren’t there?”, she accused you, only for your face to remain as deadpanned as a rock.

“March 7th. You asked me to grab your camera from your room this morning.” Your explanation made her look down at the item attached to her clothes before letting out an awkward chuckle.

“Guess you’re right. Sorry”, she apologized, only for whatever reaction you had in store to be cut off by a familiar voice ringing out.

“That being said, you really should tidy your room up more often, March.” As the two of you looked behind you, you were greeted by the sight of Himeko standing in the door, a smile on her face as she looked like she had been there for the entirety of your conversation, just listening and enjoying the show.

“Are you done? We could stay a bit longer if it’s necessary, but I’d prefer to leave at any moment, so say your goodbyes and come to the Astral Express whenever you’re ready”, she stated before giving the two of you one last smile and leaving. Both March and you following her close behind.

#march 7th #march 7th x reader #march 7th x you #march 7th x y/n

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acapelladitty · 1 year

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For the drabble thing: 🫂 for Scriddler c:

🫂- Comforting hugs.

I've written this one specifically for Arkham Scriddler because they've been on my mind.

Snapping up from the bed as he was pulled from his disturbed sleep by a high-pitched scream, it took Jonathan a moment to realise that the sound was issuing from between his own torn lips. Strangling the noise immediately, the shiver which overtook his thin torso was intense enough that his hands instinctively wrapped around his chest in a vain attempt to quell the shuddering.

His nightmares proved as stubborn as his conscious thoughts and the residual memories which featured in his night terrors seemed loathe to leave him fully. He could still feel it, the sharpness of the freezing water which filled his lungs, throwing his body into immediately shock which was probably the only thing which saved him from the inhumane teeth which ripped through his frame.

Had he had been in shock, he would have struggled, and struggling was tantamount to death when clamped between the teeth of a feral beast. In a single moment, Waylon Jones had ripped more than just his flesh from him. He had taken his mobility, his strength, and some of his sight; in return leaving him with a chronic pain which would never truly heal, discomfort that soured his every waking moment and made him dependent on medication which was not always easy to access.

A soft snore from his side drew his attention and he glanced down to see Edward still asleep, somehow having slept on through the noise. His hair appeared deeper than usual in the darkness but the thick lines of his face were smoothed out and calm, a graceless expression on his features.

Jonathan was thankful he was asleep. Not that he held any shame over his nightmares. Not when Edward was just as afflicted by his own demons. It was a shame they shared equally and that made the burden easier to bear.

Laying back down, his fingers quaking in the chill of the night, Jonathan sighed as he resigned himself to another broken sleep.

As though sensing something was amiss, a warm hand snaked across his stomach, the fingers brushing along the scarred clawmarks which decorated his pale skin. A quick glance to the side confirmed that, yes, Edward was still asleep, but in his sleep he was seeking something.

Allowing the calloused hand to guide him, Jonathan found himself being pulled closer to Edward's thicker frame as the genius coiled himself around like a second skin as he chased the warmth which he was craving.

Even asleep, Edward was a vampire. Taking what he wanted from those around him without too much thought for their own wants or needs.

Pure narcissism.

Easy to indulge and even easier to manipulate.

In this moment though, when not even the birds has awoken to signal the breaking of a new day, Jonathan allowed the small indulgence, telling himself that it was merely a way of securing heat for a better nights rest.

#scriddler #riddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #scarecrow #riddlecrow #arkham riddler #arkham scarecrow #this is unedited and im sorry about it

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fvrxdrm · 1 year

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emails i can’t send

pairing: musician!leon kennedy x musician!f!reader

tag(s): friends to lovers, angst to fluff, based on sabrina carpenter’s album of the same name

warning(s): angst in the beginning, mentions of break up (not with leon tho i promise), very self-indulgent :]]], like, i’m deadass serious, the middle part’s solely dedicated to valorant (i’m sorry) to the point where i feel like most people reading this wouldn’t understand a single thing on that part. i’m addicted to that game at this point

songs used in this fic: lonesome, feather, bad for business

word count: 2322

*****

If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too?

You leaned back onto the bed frame as you scribbled words on the page. The room was dimmed and bestrewed with crumpled and torn-up papers. On them was a collection of lyrics and doodles, all scrapped and erased with different variations of squiggles and lines across them. You looked out the window. The storm was still swirling outside, you could see how the rain was being pushed towards the direction the wind was taking them along with the trees holding strong against the puddled ground. Droplets of water were looking pretty gliding across glass like a bunch of tiny branched-out rivers heading down towards the pool on the windowsill. The mood was just right for you, perfect for an angsty and lonesome song to be written under the flashing lights of the occasional lightning.

Or maybe I believed in all your lies 'cause I believed in you

Downstairs you could hear Leon experimenting with different chords on his guitar, falling flat with the strings from time to time. You even found yourself giggling at the amount of times you heard him growling in frustration when he couldn’t get the tone and the transitioning of the sounds right, or when he forgot which chord to play next.

“Fucking dumbass fingers!”

Your smile slowly faded as your gaze fell back on your notebook. You thought about which words to write down, spinning the pen through your fingers while doing so.

Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me?

I know you know it keeps me up

Did you think about her face with your hands around my waist?

Did you even give a fuck?

You convinced yourself you were over it, over him, over that mess of a love affair that was basically just narcissism and manipulation born as one human. You’d recognized the red flags, even had you and your best friend, Leon, tag him with the nickname ‘code red’ whenever you passed by him. Still, you couldn’t keep the conflict within you that made you so gullible to your insecurities from fighting against your self-worth. You were still in the process of rebuilding that trust towards yourself, still in the process of pushing away any remnants of love that made you feel so violated. But, how were you going to forget him when you kept overthinking all that had happened? How were you going to forget loving him when you kept grasping onto the ‘what if’s?

As Leon had said, “You don’t miss him, you miss what he could’ve been.”

This was hopeless, this was ridiculous. You felt so close to finding yourself, but sometimes you’d fall back into old habits like an addict falling back into vices and argue with yourself over the dumbest things. You were falling back into painting vivid pictures of what he saw in you and washing away the good that he didn’t see in you.

As you were drowning in your thoughts, three knocks against the wooden door brought you back to reality. It was Leon with his guitar in hand, looking like a happy golden retriever that just found the ball he’d lost in the garden a few days ago.

“I think I got the perfect sound for your next song,” he said after plopping down on your mattress with his guitar positioned on his lap. “Really? Go on then. I can probably draft the next verse once I hear it.”

“Okay so, I got inspired after playing RDR2 yesterday, and I was thinking we could use some yeehaw feel for the track,” Leon shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed, scrunching the comforter below him even more. He strummed his guitar once to get a feel of the strings before pressing his fingers on them to play the chords.

The sound was beautiful, balancing between being ever so light like the pitter-pattering of the rain, and being heavy like the storm and the darkness smothering the sky.

You can't spell "lonesome" without "me"

And there's no hope in misery

I can't escapе your history, oh

You can't spell "lonesome" without "mе"

You just can't

*****

I slam the door, I hit ignore

The world felt balanced for a moment, cloudy skies filtering the sunlight and making it soft as the wind dashed every few minutes. It was like mother nature felt mushy and shy, yet loud and confident all the same. Perhaps like the fluttering of your heart, so full of joy, and the devilish assertiveness overheating your body as you continued to shit on these fucking kids trying to ego-peek you and your trusty sniper.

Breathe in, breathe out… You’re getting your ace, little angel.

Calm, cool, collected Y/N… So relaxed yet sturdy like a cloudburst circling around with the leaves.

Your hand was steady while clicking head after head, a bunch of pixels running and trying to gun you down for hours. “Too warmed up,” they said. “Heat up!” Leon screamed through the comms. You’re cracked… L Diablo… SEN ElevenZ… An amalgamation of hype and torn vocal cords ringing from your headphones and into your ears. “I’m shaving my head if you ace clutch this,” another rando commed as the in-game announcer’s voice was heard.

“Last player standing.”

You spammed your A and D keys while peeking every tight corner you turned to, jump peeked at every possible sniper angle the enemy Jett could be holding, slicing your pie as the pros would call your careful peeks. Nobody said a word, but if you had to guess, Leon must have been clenching his ass cheeks just waiting for you to either lose the final round or tie the game 12-12 and bring it to overtime. Your cheeks were beginning to heat up with nerves, also could feel your hands sweat even more. Why do ranked games have to feel like this?

I got you blocked

After this, an afterthought

I finally cut you off

You voiced your anxiousness to Leon, “I’m fucking nervous, dude. We might actually lose our RR,” you bit your lip while still jiggling behind screens. “You got this, little angel. I believe,” Leon whispered back into the mic as he sipped on his boba tea. You took a step one click at a time and took a shot with your rifle just to be certain with clearing your corners. You were sure the enemies knew where you were by now because of that shot, so you had to make a move, and fast. You smoked yourself with your Cloudburst behind screens to isolate the Sage peeking by default, promptly head- shotting her before Updrafting onto rafters to reposition yourself to a high ground, but not before losing 40 HP from a responding body shot.

1v4

You saw the Reyna jiggle peeking maze while shooting one bullet at a time. By the third peek, you got yourself a quick headshot to punish her. This, in turn, gave you your Tailwind back.

1v3

You activated your Tailwind as well as your Blade Storm ultimate so you wouldn’t have to deal with the inaccuracy of your Vandal while moving about. You checked your flank when you noted that nobody was on site to trade the Reyna, and sure enough, the enemy Jett was shift-walking with an Op like a fucking idiot. Like, why separate from your teammates and give your one enemy a 1v1? In a 1v5? Hello? This is a high elo lobby??? Anyway, despite your nerves, you shot a knife to the Opper’s head before she could do a quick scope and dashed back onto site to look for your fourth kill.

1v2

“You’re actually gonna fucking win this?”

“Oh my fucking god, I’m actually gonna shave my head.”

Then, Leon whispered into your party comms again, “I believe in you, heal yourself.” You lost your focus for a moment, pursing your lips as you tried your hardest not to laugh, “I fucking hate you so much.”.

You found your fourth just as you Updrafted onto top site, and now, it was down to…

1v1

“Holy fuck! I’m actually losing my fucking hair!”

You played a cat-and-mouse game with the final enemy once you dropped below top site, aware of the time running out. You activated your dash one last time and dodged bullets while you ring-around-a-rosied on site. Then finally, as the ticking of the bomb began to quicken, you took advantage of a momentary opening and landed a final headshot to the enemy, dashing hurriedly towards the spike to defuse it.

“Nah”

“Wait, you’re actually cracked???”

“I’m losing my hair!”

You let out a breath of relief once you saw the defused spike’s animation. “Bro, I’m never doing that again. I hated every single second of that.”.

I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you off my mind

Floating through the memories like, whatever, you're a waste of time

Leon replied, “I told you, you could do it. Actually VCT-ready. Witewwy.”.

“Witewwy?”

“Witewwy.”

After that, the tension was turned up even more between your teams, trading round after round until…it was Leon’s time to clutch the round and win the game.

“If I win this, you have to go on a date with me,” Leon commed once again in your party voice chat, now feeling like your nerves were resettling in him. It was supposed to be a light-hearted joke, something not foreign to your dynamic, but then, “Sure, I’m down,” you shrugged with your arms crossed. You sounded too nonchalant for his liking, you just had to be unserious…right? He just had to make sure, “You serious?”. You responded, “Yeah, I’m dead-ass serious. If you clutch this, I’ll go out with you on a date, kiss you good night, then end up fu-”

“Alright, I’m clutching this.”

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch

You fit every stereotype, send a pic

With newfound confidence and determination, he activated his Empress, gaining higher fire rate, quicker ability activation, and more healing from his Devour, all while having his powers strengthened. He blinded one of the enemies with his Leer to create a distraction, catch them off guard with his Vandal, and quickly finish them off. He then repositioned using his Dismiss to evade incoming fire and avoid detection by the remaining enemies, all while his ult automatically replenished his health before preparing for his next engagement.

With one enemy remaining and time running out, Leon faced the last enemy guarding the spike. He utilized his one Leer to disorient the player before dispatching him with a meticulous shot, and Dismissed off to defuse the spike before it exploded. And just in the nick of time, he won the round for his team and secured the game victory, as well as the additional RR.

“Welp, we’re off for the weekend.”

I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you out my life

With you out my life

*****

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow that washed over everything in its path. The stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, their brilliance illuminating the darkness with a celestial radiance.

The city was enveloped in a serene stillness, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The shadows danced and swayed, as if performing a silent ballet, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the scene. The darkness was deep and impenetrable, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that seemed to hold secrets waiting to be discovered.

We look good in photographs

I like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes

I know they'll always land

Used to get work on time

But now you're taking up my nights

Never been so glad to be so tired

Leon went downstairs to grab a glass of water, when he heard a faint sound coming from the living room. Following the sound, he found you slumped over your writing table, your notebook open in front of you, fast asleep. He couldn't help but smile at your peaceful expression and the sight of your creative process in action.

As Leon approached you, he noticed that the song you had been writing was about him. His heart skipped a beat as he read the lyrics that spoke of his charisma, his means to take up your nights, and the way he had inspired you. He felt a surge of warmth and happiness knowing that he had made such an impact on you.

Ooh, I'm mad for you

It's sad but true and I know it

Ahh, you're on my mind

You stole my life and it's showin'

Carefully, Leon picked you up, cradling you in his arms, and carried you to your bed. He tucked you in, admiring your beauty even in your sleep. He couldn't help but feel a deep affection for you, not just as a collaborator and a friend, but as someone who had captured his heart.

He thought back to the open notebook, a smile tugging at his lips. He made a mental note to talk to you about the song in the morning, eager to hear more of what you had written. Leon realized that this unexpected moment had given him a glimpse into your heart, and he couldn't wait to see where your music and your connection would take you both.

With a contented sigh, Leon left the room, grateful for the serendipitous encounter that had brought him closer to you some years ago, the talented musician who had captured his heart. Little did he know that this would be the beginning of something truly special, a journey of music, love, and endless possibilities.

He's good for my heart but he's bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I've gone crazy

But they don't know me like my baby

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader

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The history of drawing on feminist language and theory to sell products has been driven by the idea that female consumers are empowered by their personal consumer choices—indeed, that choice, rather than being a means to an end, is the end itself. The idea that it matters less what you choose than that you have the right to choose is the crux of "choice feminism," whose rise coincided with the rapid, near-overwhelming expansion of consumer choice that began in the 1980s. Consumption, always associated with status, became elevated as a measure of liberation and swelled with the self-obsession of the privileged but insecure. Tom Wolfe identified this dynamic in his coinage of the term "Me Decade," and later satirized it in his 1987 novel The Bonfire of the Vanities. Historian Christopher Lasch, author of the 1979 bestseller The Culture of Narcissism: American Life in an Age of Diminishing Expectations, laid the enshrinement of a cycle of consumption and neediness at the doorstep of the advertising and marketing industries, but also excoriated left-wing movements, feminism included, as enablers. (The temperamentally antifeminist Lasch would later target burgeoning marketplace feminism in his posthumously published collection Women and the Common Life, writing that "the feminist movement, far from civilizing corporate capitalism, has been corrupted by it. It has adopted mercantile habits of thought as its own.")

The feminist cultural historian and media critic Susan J. Douglas has noted, for instance, that the success of advertising to women in the 1980s hinged on its effective pairing of status and power with liberation. As neoliberal, greed-is-good, if-I-have-an-umbrella-it-must-not-be-raining rhetoric became the common tongue of the overclass, luxury beauty products, designer labels, and exercise regimens (Buns of Steel, anyone?) became liberatory achievements, rather than mere consumer goods. "For women in the age of Reagan," wrote Douglas, "elitism and narcissism merged in a perfect appeal to forget the political already, and get back to the personal, which you might be able to do something about.” The representations of choice in a time of tacit postfeminism translated neatly into what could be called "empowertising"—an advertising tactic of lightly invoking feminism in acts of exclusively independent consuming.

Take the infamous 1994 billboards for Wonderbra that featured model Eva Herzigova looking down in delight at her suddenly pneumatic breasts swelling out of a scalloped black bra, alongside the words "Hello Boys." The Wonderbra had been sold in the UK since the mid-1960s, but sales rocketed up thanks to the billboards. The ads worked so well in part because they were tongue-in-check (others in the series read "Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me" and "... Or are you just happy to see me?"), but also because they assumed a level of what feminist theorist Angela McRobbie calls "feminism taken into account"—a belief that the movement's success has rendered it irrelevant as something to be considered in shaping culture. You can almost hear the rationale proffered in the Wonderbra billboard concept review: "This would seem sexist if we didn't know better, but we do know better, and because women know we know better, this is, in fact, empowering." If Herzigova, Kate Moss, and the millions of other women who sent Wonderbras flying out of department stores were making the choice to wear this underpinning, and they’re exhibiting sexual agency in doing so, such logic went, what's more feminist than that?

There are no concrete numbers on how many consumers indulged that postmodern reading of the ads, but based on Herzigova's own reflections twenty years later, probably not a ton. Recalling the billboards (which, in 2011, were voted the most iconic ever by Britain's Outdoor Media Centre), she initially told the UK's Mail Online, "My Wonderbra campaign empowered women.... It didn't degrade them like some said." But in the same article, Herzigova complained that when she tried to shift from modeling to acting, Hollywood executives wanted to check out her underthings first: "I met people who said, Yes, we can talk about the movie over dinner. I was, like, What dinner? I can just read the script here." The fact that the supposedly empowering ad did nothing to chip away at the routine sexualization of women—that it might have further galvanized it, even—didn't seem to register.

-Andi Zeisler, We Were Feminists Once

#andi zeisler #choice feminism #capitalism and feminism #advertising and feminism #postmodern feminism #consumerism and feminism

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FE OC Week Introductions:

Rodrigue's Immediate Family

Percival 'Percy' Narcisse Fraldarius Rodrigue's younger brother. Trans. Spymaster. Demiromantic Bisexual. Involved with Godfrey von Riegan who helped him realize he was trans when the two of them attended the Officer's Academy together. He likes garish patterns and art. Annoying little sibling supreme. Possibly a coward, it's hard to tell.

Boreas Clemente Fraldarius Rodrigue's dad who is soooooo hot and super tough and kills wolves with his bare hands. His favourite thing is the chance that he might die to protect the king someday. Loves to argue. The only one able to argue successfully with Lambert's father. Extremely flawed but I sexualize that constantly. At the end of the day he means well and cares a ton for his family but he just doesn't know how to communicate outside of arguing.

Melodie Maiwenn Fraldarius Rodrigue's mom who is an archer and healer and wants a huge family. She's spoiled and selfish but will do anything for her family. Decisive and opinionated, she will gladly indulge her husband's love of arguing. She spoils all her kids, and her grandkids, and anyone who is a friend of her kids or her grandkids.

Glenn Merle Fraldarius Felix's brother we all played houses. In my mind he is a cocky little hotshot with sk8tr boi helmet hair. He's like Johnny in the Devil Went Down to Georgia. I need to write an au where he lives.

Ange D'Aurore 'Angie' Rodrigue's horse, Ange D'Aurore. His father's horse before him, and Boreas' father's horse before that. How long has this horse been in the Fraldarius family? Another heirloom, perhaps--but Rodrigue has no chance of giving this one away no matter how he tries. The animal is often referred to as 'the Bastard' because he loves to bite and kick and kill. Loyal and brave, but only to those he deems worthy. More than he appears.

Estella Casagranda Rodrigue's illegitimate daughter with Manuela. Born 9 months after Rodrigue visits Garreg Mach to ask for help with the whole Lance of Ruin situation. So far she's just a baby but she takes after Manuela more in looks. She will likely show an aptitude for Faith magic and be a wonderfully kind young woman.

Rodina "Roe" Louise Fraldarius She is one year younger than Glenn (22 at White Clouds). Like an old-school fe myrmidon but as a holy knight. Lesbian, I will be shipping her with Shamir. Very loyal, kind, and good, but has a cultured, aloof way of speaking to people that makes her intimidating to those who don't know her.

Diable de Neige 'Blé' Rodina's horse, Diable de Neige. Sired by Ange D'Aurore and named so auspiciously because everyone figured he'd be a bastard just like Ange, but in reality he is quite sweet.

#fe oc week #this is all i got done i'll be honest. only 25 more or so to write?

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