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circlique · 2 years

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Good morning everyone! I come bearing another Avatar DND summary. This was session #11. We had a LOT of bad rolls again, but thankfully most of them just ended up being antics rather than game ending.

TLDR: We found the Avatar again, or rather, she found us as we attempted to escape the erupting island. If you’ve been following along, this went about how you’d expect—which is to say, it went very poorly.

We pick up where we left off. Juno interrupts the argument between Kelsang and Chai Li and poses the question of where they should go next and gives several options: they can go train at the training ground in the earth kingdom, hide out in the northern water tribe, look for Xin Li to find out more about Maika, or attempt to infiltrate the Dai Li.

Chai Li asks how time sensitive Dai Lee’s plot is. Juno says she knows is that Dai Lee will pursue a path that seems valuable to him, so the spirit world must have some kind of value that he thinks is worth the risk. She doesn’t know what his plan is, only that they have one month until that plot unfolds.

Klo wants to go back to the northern water tribe because she is rarely away this long. She winks at Juno while saying they could recruit people at the northern water tribe and Juno does this super exaggerated/sarcastic wink back that absolutely no one could miss. Flamer challenges them on it saying he knows they’re hiding something, but they refuse to tell him. Chai Li comments that they must not like nonbenders, Flamer catches the slightest smirk from Juno at this and he starts pressing her on what that was supposed to mean. Juno says they aren’t her secrets to share.

Klo takes this as a sign and says she’s got something to say. She comes clean about her dealings with Juno in the past and that she knew Juno was a mindbender. She saw it as an asset, and other than having her remove the bending of criminals, in the past she also asked Juno to teach her people to chi block so they could boost their defense forces numbers by using nonbenders. No one seems to think this is that bad of a secret and it goes over relatively well. There is some further discussion about other people in the group sharing their secrets. Kelsang prods Chai Li again. He insists his secret is just that he works for Dai Lee and he was afraid it would make him untrustworthy.

Kelsang isn’t buying it and makes another sarcastic comment aimed at Chai Li, and Juno finally pulls Chai Li aside to talk in private. She basically tells him that her not telling her group she was a mindbender caused them to have distrust that Dai Lee later exploited, and if Chai Li wants to avoid a similar fate he needs to tell them eventually.

While this is happening, Kelsang is reunited with his lion hawk that he sent ahead with the message before. Lao also pulls Kelsang aside and asks him about this “possession” problem of is. Kelsang finally breaks down and just spills everything to him. He lays out all his feelings about how he took the deal with Panggu because he was afraid, that he’s disgusted with himself, that he doesn’t know who was in control when he killed those people, that he would wake up terrified that Panggu had done something in his sleep, etc. Lao says it’s regrettable what happened in Mirage, but Kelsang shouldn’t be so hard on himself because although people want to think they can maintain a high moral standard, no one knows how they will react to a situation like that until it’s happening. He tells Kelsang he needs to make sure he’s fighting Maika for the right reasons though—to stop her or hold her accountable rather than revenge.

Meanwhile, Syntagma, Klo, and Flamer examine the dragon skeleton, interested in its anti-mindbending properties. Flamer rolls low on another intelligence check and tries to…snort dragon dust, but Klo slaps his hand away just in time. Unfortunately they both rolled too low to realize the dust is harmful in it’s raw form and start acting strange as dust is kicked up around them.

Kelsang and Lao finally notice what is going on and blow away the dust from around them. Kelsang asks them to please stop snorting their ancient relics. Flamer says they should really put up a sign or something. Kelsang says it should be obvious they shouldn’t do that? Flamer says they really should have it because you have to cater to the lowest common denominator. Kelsang counters that Flamer’s intelligence is a much lower denominator than anyone living at the temple before he arrived—

Klo is kind of loopy but interrupts their bickering to pull them both aside, gently ushering Lao away. She then admits to Flamer and Kelsang that she didn’t use regular water healing to bring them back from the brink—it was bloodbending. She panicked and didn’t know what to do and she had no idea it would summon a spirit, but is sorry because she now knows that her bloodbending was the trigger that led to Kelsang’s possession and Flamer’s loss of bending. Flamer just says it is what it is and that he’s learnt a lot about himself now that he’s a nonbender. He’s very loopy and stumbling over himself, so it’s unclear how much he had actually thought about this. Then he drunkenly falls down.

Kelsang thinks about his answer for a moment, realizes Flamer actually has a point because at least this is all forcing Kelsang to address his character flaws, and emotionally thanks Klo for saving his life again. This answer makes Klo emotional, and the dragon dust finally catches up with her as she nearly stumbles over.

Meanwhile Syntagma stayed far enough away that he wasn’t affected earlier and is trying figure out how to carry the dust. He rolls low on two history/intelligence checks but high on a constitution save, so he improperly scoops the dust into a pouch with his bare hands, but is just naturally hardy enough that it doesn’t hurt him.

Juno and Chai Li rejoin the group who then begin to discus how to get out of this chamber and off the island. Kelsang checks the bookshelf and finds a book about creatures in extreme environments and learns about the dragon shark and lava turtles. The book says the creatures can bend both earth and water, live in lava, and that the dragons prey on the turtles but have been known to work with humans in exchange for something of value. The book doesn’t elaborate on what is considered valuable. He also sees books about advanced airbending techniques regarding oxygen separation, flight, and gliding, and another book covering forbidden bending techniques such as bloodbending, and takes pages from both books while Juno glares at him for desecrating the library. He just comments that it’s about to be destroyed by the erupting mountain and they can’t take everything, so he might as well take what he can. She shrugs in response but still doesn’t look happy about it, as she had started to think of the library as her own.

Kelsang relays what he found in the books, saying they can take a gamble on being able to wrangle a “crazy shark creature or a crazy turtle creature.” This idea is entertained for a few minutes and Flamer theorizes maybe the skeleton would be of value to the dragon. Chai Li comments that the skeleton looks a lot like the creature in the book, so maybe bribing it with the dead body of one if its own isn’t actually a great idea.

There is some more discussion about how they are going to get off the island. Someone suggests they just wait until help arrives, but Kelsang doesn’t want to make the survivors a target by trying to leave on the same boat. They don’t know where Maika is and fear she may be watching the island for signs of Juno. Chai Li suggests they leave at night, but for some reason the group just decides to leave immediately for the training grounds back in the earth kingdom. They couldn’t think of another way off the island other than to use the boats they arrived on, so they start trying to figure out how to get back down to the water.

The group at first tries to go out the same tunnel they came through, but Syntagma rolled a nat 1 and ended up collapsing that tunnel and taking damage from falling rocks. Oops. He tries again on the other tunnel (which if you recall, was the one they saw at the fork when they were coming up that was filled with lava). He rolls better and is able to clear the mouth of this tunnel. Lao says he and the other airbenders will stay behind to care for the survivors in the village and wishes them luck.

The group approaches the pool of lava and everyone rolls an acrobatics check. Everyone rolls high enough to cross the lava through various means except Flamer and Chai Li. Kelsang rolled a nat 20 and just casually floated over it, and Flamer (who rolled a nat 1) didn’t want to be outdone, so he tried to do a backflip over the lava but landed short, scorching his feet in lava. Chai Li didn’t roll a 1, but still rolled low and slipped, burning his feet as well. Klo splashed some water on them to stop the burning.

At the end of the tunnel, the group takes a rest to heal up some of this lost hp.

The group makes it to the ocean and is met by an eerie quiet. Their boats are still floating near the cave entrances, but there are no signs of ocean life, and the lion hawk is acting skittish. Chai Li asks if Klo could use seismic sense, but for water, to see what’s going on below the surface. Klo uses waterbending to see that there is another underwater cave entrance below the water’s surface, but doesn’t sense anything inside it. She is, however, able to see that the tunnel comes out above the water and continues deeper inside the mountain. Syntagma uses his seismic sense to see where the tunnel goes once it’s above the water, but it’s on the edge of his “vision,” so he backtracks further up the tunnel they just came out of and is able to sense that there is some sort of cavern, but the lava makes it difficult to see if there’s anything inside.

Chai Li decides he wants to scout it out. Kelsang doesn’t want him to go alone, so volunteers to bend an air bubble around them and go with him. This works fine and they’re able to swim down the tunnel until it surfaces. The floor appears to be semi solidified lava (it at least had a crust in it). They also see marks on the wall that look like they’re from claws. Chai Li wants to go further, but they return to the group to relay their findings first.

The group doesn’t like what they’re hearing and doesn’t want to explore the tunnel further. Everyone is still creeped out by the quietness and lack of life, and is nervous to get in the boats. Everyone is on edge about Maika possibly watching. Flamer volunteers to go out in one of the boats and act as bait, basically, to see if the boats will draw the attention of either Maika or whatever is living in the tunnel, the logic being that Maika has the least beef with him.

He makes it out about 10 yards, and then there is a distant boom. One would expect that a booming noise would have come from the erupting volcano, but it was too far away to have been that. Flamer looks around, rolls high on a perception check, and notices a cloud on the ocean surface in the distance. He watches it for a moment and notices it fade and reform, accompanied by a boom each time. He is finally able to see that it’s Maika racing towards them from the next nearest island at supersonic speed and starts screaming at Klo to bring him back. She starts bending a current in the water to draw the boat back to them.

Juno looks tense and afraid, but gathers herself and says to get ready to fight. The group spends precious seconds deliberating on what to do, because they know they don’t stand a chance against the Avatar. Syntagma says they should go in the tunnel below because we all know we can’t fight her—maybe we can hide? Kelsang agrees and says they might as well find the dragon and plead with it for help, because they’re all dead anyway. Juno turns to Chai Li and tells him to stay, because she needs him to help her try and dampen Maika’s emotions. EVERYONE hears her say this but they only have seconds to act, so Juno and Chai Li stay behind and everyone else heads into the underwater tunnel, ignoring what implications Juno’s comment has for now.

Maika slams into the cliff face above their heads, and both Chai Li and Juno roll too low to calm her down on their initial attempts. Maika bends up a wave of water and freezes it around Juno to trap her. Chai Li keeps trying to mindbend Maika into stopping, but keeps rolling too low. Maika notices him and swats him into the water with a blast of air. While he’s out of her (nonexistent) hair, she begins ripping into Juno (verbally) about her betrayal and trying to take her bending away. Juno is unable to free herself from the ice and is taking damage from frostbite and the cold.

Meanwhile, the rest of the party runs across the crusty lava without incident and into the cavern that Syntagma couldn’t see. There, they find an enormous creature with the body of a dragon but the head of a shark. It sits in a pool of magma on the far side of the cavern. Kelsang, having been the one to read about it in the book, works up the courage to approach it. He tells everyone to be respectful, so they all bow to it, and then Kelsang starts trying to plead their case.

They need the creature’s help to save their friends (and the whole island really), can you help us, oh great creature? The dragon asks what they have to offer, sniffs, and then asks why they smell of dragon bone dust. Kelsang stumbles over an answer (low roll) and says they hid out in a cavern with the skeleton of a dragon to survive the eruption, is the dust what the dragon desires? The dragon growls that the skeleton belongs to his grandfather, who was a horrid creature whom he wants nothing to do with.

Kelsang tries to salvage this by insisting that the dragon’s home will be destroyed, isn’t their warning valuable enough? The dragon remarks that he’s had many homes destroyed (nature of living in a volcano and all) and will simply move on like he always has. Kelsang tries again to persuade him by saying it’s the Avatar, and who is she to come by so thoughtlessly destroying the home of a great creature such as yourself? Unfortunately Kelsang rolled a nat 1 on persuasion and the dragon straight up laughed at him, saying he doesn’t care about such human matters.

Kelsang taps out and lets Syntagma have a try. Syntagma tries to persuade the dragon with…one gold coin. When this isn’t enough, he ups the ante to a whole FIVE gold coins. The dragon doesn’t budge here, but finally says he will help in exchange for a favor. Syntagma asks what sort of favor, but the dragon won’t say. He only says that it will be fulfilled at a future date, and they will seal the deal by mixing blood.

At this point the party is extremely wary of mystery blood pacts and is grasping desperately for any other way. This negotiation continues to go poorly until Flamer mentions the spirit world, saying he could take the dragon there. The dragon shows some interest in this and asks how he can trust him.

The DM left it up to Flamer’s player to come up with something that would prove Flamer had been to the spirit world, so… Flamer explains that while he was trapped in the spirit world, he once sat down on what he thought was a log, but it turns out he actually sat on a spirit. The spirit attacked him and left a nasty scar on his ass. Flamer then drops his pants and moons the dragon to show off his spirit scar. We all pretend not to see. The dragon takes a look at the scar and believes him, because Flamer had to be the one to roll high enough to pass this check. The dragon says he has “unfinished business” with the spirit that gave him that scar. Flamer then makes a blood pact with the dragon to fulfill his promise to take him to the spirit world at a later date. The dragon agrees to distract Maika so they can escape.

Back outside, Chai Li manages to swim back into proximity of the Avatar, but his mindbending is still having no effect on Maika. He ain’t exactly the most emotionally intelligent person in the world, so his mindbending is ineffective because he’s focusing too much on logic when Maika is running on high emotions. He hides behind one of the boats and tries to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Juno is almost drifting out of consciousness so Maika slaps her to try to keep her awake. She’s saying something about how they could have been working together, but it would have been disastrous for Juno to take her bending. Maika finally says something like “maybe it’s time I just kill you” and Chai Li decides to try one more time to calm her down.

The DM throws him a bone here and lets him roll a history check, then quickly recaps Maika’s history with Juno and how Juno is the last survivor of Maika’s original Team Avatar and how they used to be friends.

Chai Li decides to try and mindbend Maika to remember when she and Juno were friends, and feel intense loneliness at the thought of losing her last link to better times. He basically wants her to reconsider killing Juno because they WERE friends and COULD be friends again, but not if Maika kills her. Then Maika will be well and truly alone. The DM accepts this new strategy and lets him roll with advantage.

It is JUST enough (and the DM later said if Chai Li had failed this check, Juno would have died). Maika bends up another wave of water and solidifies it into a rain of icicle spears, but Chai Li’s mindbending is enough to make her falter and she stops them inches from Juno’s neck with tears in her eyes. The hesitation is enough for Juno to rejoin the fight, and Juno uses some kind of mindbending trick (that disorients Maika I assume) and Maika begins to sway.

It’s now that the dragon shark bursts out of the water from the underwater tunnel. Everyone above ground is immediately distracted, the mindbenders lose their focus and Maika is freed from their hold—but she wasn’t expecting a dragon. She responds instinctually by shooting fire at it, which obviously does nothing because the thing lives in lava. It responds by raising a wave of water towards her, trying to trap her in ice.

The party takes advantage of the distraction to jump in the boats and get the hell out of there. Juno is in bad shape and starting to slip into unconsciousness. They get her settled in the boat with Klo, who begins working on her to try and reverse some of the frostbite and hypothermia as the epic battle between the Avatar and the sentient dragon shark plays out in the distance.

Next session I assume we will continue trying to evade Maika, and then train body and mind with the (Avatar equivalent of) Olympians.

#avatar dnd #avatar legends #it’s not actually the legends rpg I just want people to read my stuff lol

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years

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Heya my friendo. I can't help myself. I'm thirsty for Goku ss4. Remember that one particular tiktok post "I'll let you have sex with me".... That's the one. What do you think? Can I have a oneshot based on that?

Love your works❤️

I'm not good on requests, sorry if I messed 😅

this should have been the easiest and quickest fic to write, all the parts were there but nope, goku muse had to run wild and do whatever he wanted now it’s days later and 5k words long. but it was worth it for you friendo! hope you enjoy that I made it extra special for our beautiful furry himbo♥

Pairing: Goku (SS4) x Female Reader ( Requested by @blue-wristbands ) Insp. Word Count: 5,600 Rating: Mature / 18+. Minors DNI Warning: ( canon divergent: end of z - end of gt timeline, established relationship, reader is mother of Gohan and Goten, implied RadChi, domestic fluff, explicit language, play wrestling, birthday sex, rough oral - male receiving, oral - female receiving ) A/N: Happy Birthday Goku! (4/16).

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Goku's training with Vegeta in the hyperbolic time chamber helped to blossom the Super Saiyan 4 form, even awakening a new height of awareness within himself that came with fulfilling true control of his inner Great Ape power. Bridging the gap between the primal inner beast and the revered Super Saiyan of legend, and bringing in an era of peace for the world they live with its unmatched strength.

While the thought of one day wielding this form to its true potential excited him, Goku honestly relished these peaceful times more which allows him the opportunity to become accustomed to this ascended nature before running wild, a chance he rarely gets since obtaining Super Saiyan 3. Rest was just as important in training, however. He almost felt out of place being home so much and sitting still for so long, but being with you and your family together does well to change his mind. He is once again able to enjoy his simple pleasures and just be a father, a grandfather, and a husband. The latter most of all.

Above all that he enjoyed in this restful period was this acquired fixation on you, perhaps guided by his new perceptive saiyan ability and frankly the way you welcomed him home when he returned from his training as a Super Saiyan 4. Your reunion evoked pleasure so raw it made his blood run hot and put all his prior years of making love to you to shame.

You have been apart before, longer than a day or even a whole year, but he can't quite put a reason behind this desire to indulge your body beyond simply loving you as he always had from a new perspective. Even tempted by the modest of actions on your part following your encounter. Goku just found himself genuinely drawn to you more than ever. His affection for you had become noticeably more frequent, not that you complained about your husband being so attentive towards you. It was quite the selfish act on his part, the saiyan trying to hold onto the lucid memory of being wrapped around you with gentle touches to your cheek and brushes of his tail at your waist. Longing for the shrouded side of you reserved only for him and now his awakened state. He lingers on the taste of your kiss that made his heart start to race where he felt the most relaxed under your hands. The aroma of your skin, in your aura, compelling him to leave no space in between you. Until he could only utter your name. Beseeching you for the hot pleasure spilling over from his body and fogging his mind to the world, leaving you as the clearest visage he could fathom.

But at that time, he recalls, you both had to force it down and quickly hide it away.

Goku could feel his Great Ape power heating in his veins with anticipation, hiding his incomplete satisfaction in the decorum of your youngest son’s presence when he finally came home, Goten awed by the new powerful form of his father. Goku could mask his frustration, but you couldn’t. Not after he undone your composure to bare impulse and left his heat inside you. Despite your best efforts, your face was flushed and body engulfed in the same crimson aura as your husband to the trained eye. Goten was many things, but he wasn’t a fool. The entire living room smelled of his dad’s trained form and it was all over you, too. The young adult didn’t have to know what the aura meant to guess what went on before he got home, just relieved that his parents were able to make themselves decent before he came in. Shocked you guys even still do that.

But Goku’s anticipation for you continued, the red saiyan’s hidden frustrations growing further impatient into the night having to wait to have you again. Waiting until the darkest period of night rolled around, waiting for your son to put his phone down long enough to fill his room with snores of a deep slumber.

And it felt endless, the pleasure you and Goku drew out from each other once again. There was so much of his beastly scent wrapped up around you still, and leftovers of his powerful ki absorbed in you. Your initial taste and recovery from his invasive, primal ki was for not as it found you again. Wearing his very desires like a veil. How could one tell where you ended and he began when you were tangled around each other throughout the night like that? You were exhausted by the time the sun rose. An understatement really, you exerted yourself with energy you didn’t know you had to keep up with him. But while the lustful energy did fade, it felt like days before his scent dispersed. A long bath and heavily scented soaps and oils could remove him from your skin, but he could still pick up his scent on you coming through much more than any of your perfumes.

Once it wanes and your natural scent starts to pierce through, however, Goku came to learn that's when he has to have you the most. Not even his base form could keep away the urge to “fix” your scent again. Despite not being transformed into a super saiyan 4 at all now, Goku could feel inklings of that whispering need filling his senses again and it truthfully lead to the affectionate gestures he was displaying with you now. Behind his bright eyes, there was a restlessness in the form of a beast climbing its way to the surface, seeking you to pacify it. When it did take hold, when he slowly slipped into its call, he became acutely aware of your presence around him more than ever.

Even now, when you believe you have him caught off guard and quietly prowling on your toes toward him. He feels your energy, his nostrils flare at your scent, and the tip of his tail coils with contentment and alertness. But he plays along, today was a special occasion and he knew whatever you were bringing his way was going to work in his favor. You were alone again. He surrenders to your "surprise attack" as the oblivious prey when you dive into his back and wrap your arms around him to drag him from the bed. It was an ungraceful tumble taking the blankets with you, but you both shared a cheery laugh where you fell onto the floor. You roughly messed his wild hair and sit upon his partially covered torso pinning one of his hands down.

"What's this? You're getting a little past your prime, ‘old man!’ If I can take you down that easy, this house is going to have a new martial arts champion."

"Yeah right. More like the champion of cheap shots!" The Saiyan sparks another laugh, taking your wrist in his free hand in spite of your playful swatting as he shook his other arm free from you.

It's then you find yourself at a true disadvantage when the long tail whipped around one of your wrists and held it back, allowing Goku enough time to adjust himself beneath you and lead with a pounce of his own. With his arm around your waist to carry you, you are rolled over and quickly find yourself on your back beneath him. Your legs are all tangled with his and both your hands are fighting for control with your fingers now interlocked with his. Furthering your downfall was just your inability to stop from laughing at each other. By no means would a saiyan be struggling��against a human, there was just so much fun in your lively efforts he had to give you a chance for your best. Testing your vigor was necessary.

"That all ya got?"

"As if I'd show you all my tricks!" You taunted, sliding your legs free and throwing yourself up, using your momentum to roll him back over, however finding yourself right back on your back. Both your hands are pinned flat against the ground and your legs helplessly spread on each side of his body with his weight bearing down on you. Goku lets out a smug snort as he smirks knowingly at you, taunting you with his tail swaying back and forth above you both. You attempt to push back again but your strongest effort got you nowhere, not even a wiggle. With a sigh and a conceding, softer laugh you roll your eyes at him.

“Fine. I’ll let you win this time since it’s your birthday.” You lift your head up enough to nuzzle your nose against his, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips. “I won’t go so easy on ya next time.”

Goku grins from your affection. “Suits me just fine. I’ll take you on any time.” His nostrils faintly flare and his hands squeeze yours slightly at the scent of you so close, your true scent filling his nose.

“Did you think about what you wanted?” Your voice reeled him back from his shift in focus and he blinks a few times thoughtfully.

You presented him with the task of thinking about what he’d like for his Birthday for a change and it has kept his thoughts preoccupied the last few days alongside those...urges. Hardly ever is the saiyan presented with a simple question about his own desires that couldn't immediately be solved by an equally simple answer, only this time you wouldn't take a "same ol, same ol'" as a satisfying response. If only you would just let him ask for a banquet of food or to allow him to go train in Other World and be done with it.

How could he decide anything with your scent still flooding his nose and your body embracing him right now, practically bound beneath him. Building up that primal energy throughout his body. His dark eyes pan your face, stopping on your lips. He does at least want those. One of your hands is released when he pulls it back to trace his thumb along your lower lip. Rather than answering you right away, Goku leans down and places a slow, tender kiss to your lips. Just enough to feel their warmth on his, not letting the contact linger too long as he lifts away with a deep inhale through his nose. He closes his eyes to let the sensation wash over him, looking down into yours when he reopens them.

Your eyes flutter back open, watching him for his next move. "...Is that all you want?" You softly encourage for more with a bite of your lip. You can’t help but notice the way the lump in his throat bobbed and how his lips parted slightly as if to speak only for wordless sighs to fall out instead. The way his hold was clinging to your pinned hand affirmed your suspicions.

You lean up slightly towards him, tilting your head to offer your lips again and Goku leans in to meet you with a hard kiss. His chest brushes down onto you and his hips press into you, each slight break in your kiss coming back deeper. Parting your mouth wider where your tongue touched his lip and you rolled your own body against him, tightening your legs around his waist. You felt so good to him, your tongue on his tasted even better than the last time. His entire body pulsed with energy, heating up over you and he suddenly snaps back from your kiss with a shudder of a breath. You look up in time to see the yellow color fill the irises of his eyes and the flash of red around his eyelids when another pulse waves across his form. Goku’s chest felt like it was expanding with each husky breath he gave over you. You’re right where he wants you to be, but no good would come from being overexcited about this. He attempted to pull himself back just enough to compose his control but your free hand strokes his cheek, stilling his breath as he looks down at you.

“Change.” You breathlessly coax him. “It’s okay... If you want to be in that form, I’ll let you have sex with me.” You end your words with another bite on your lip and a kittenish smile. You’re far from intimidated by that red-furred transformation despite the number it did on you, but it left quite the impression on your own temptation. Maybe you're more excited by the idea of your words than he was. The closeness you felt with him as a super saiyan 4 sort of refreshed your desires for him, reigniting that old spark that pulled you to him in the first place. And there was no denying how roguishly handsome he was in that form.

Your pinned hand is then freed and Goku releases a calmed sigh, smirking at you. The bright yellow then sits in his eyes. The air itself felt like it was vibrating around you and his body between your legs grew warmer to the touch.

“Then...that’s what I’ll do.” Goku answers with a low, smooth voice, bracing his hands on each side of you. His body became engulfed in bright, golden light too intense to look directly at and you could feel him physically expand causing you to open your legs around him.

Once the energy dispersed from his body, you felt like you were pushed further against the floor from the release and the room itself rattled before falling still again. You look back up in awe, quickly taking in the familiar red fur and elongated hair hanging around his face. Goku’s returning smirk broke the grim expression in his features and you can hear the shift of his tone in the soft laugh he gives you.

“Hi stranger.” You flirted, your hands reaching out to smooth over his exposed chest into the fur of his shoulders while he leaned closer, pressing his long bangs against your forehead and nuzzling your nose again. He quickly captures your lips once more, his tongue prodding at them for access this time and wrapping with yours as he deepened the kiss. His soft growl vibrated against your mouth and his tail coils up your leg to encourage you to close them around him. It sent a ravening surge to your core, surrendering your body to his large arm cradling you up from the floor. Your arms wrap around his neck not wanting to give up the connection with his mouth just yet, but he took the time to remove you from the floor and lay you back on the bed beneath him.

A whine escapes you when he grinds his bulge between your legs, his hold on your body pulling you further into him to rub against your sensitive privates through the thin fabric of your lounge clothing. It made you pull your legs back further, opening your body to his rocking motion. You reach with needy hands for his back, smoothing your touch through the layer of red fur down to the dip in his back and pulled him forward into you, desiring more than the teasing friction. It didn’t take much longer for him to peel down your lower clothing from your hips, sitting up on his knees to pull them up and off your legs. Once freed, you scooted yourself back just enough to sit up as well and move his hair from his shoulders to kiss into his neck now, trailing down to his broad chest and wrapping one of your arms as far as you could around his back to hold onto him. Needing to stay close.

Your other hand smoothed into the softer fur around his abs to his lower stomach, dipping into the front of his boxers and palming down his erection, discerning the growth of his cock from transforming. You feel his chest vibrate with another soft growl, the saiyan’s yellow eyes tracking the movement of your hand. He uses his own hands to pull down his boxers realizing how tight they had become around him from becoming a Super Saiyan 4 and surprised they survived the transformation unlike his top. Goku let out a fragile sound when you clamped your mouth over one of his nipples, his cock throbbing in your hand from the sudden stimulation. It made you happy to know your sensitive Goku still existed in this beautiful, beastly form, looking up to find your cute, endearing man’s heated expression flushed out from the rough edges of his appearance. How it excited you to see his cheeks glow when you sucked on his large chest and rubbed his stiff cock until his wild head lulled back and the gravely moan left his throat.

You’re surprised he didn’t just pick you up and pound into you the way he had done before, but this was a much nicer sight. Even at his strongest, he was delicate to your lewd ministrations. You turn your mouth away from his chest and lower yourself to lick across the slit of his tip, really seeing the challenge of trying to fit him in your mouth when you held him around the base of his length and licked up to the underside of his bobbing crown. Goku sank further onto his knees, hunching over you slightly when you finally sucked in the head of his cock. You let him grind most of himself further into your mouth to test his girth against the stretch of your wet maw, his heavy voice carried on his breath in harsh pants before you grabbed onto him with both your hands now to still him as he drew closer to your throat. He doesn’t heed you at all, taking hold of your head and pushing you down his cock instead, pushing and humping into your face almost through the buffer of your hands around his pulsing length. Just as before, this new and wild nature of his had oddly bewitched you into enjoying the rough handling. He didn't even have to give his carnally charged ki to you this time. It was enough that he was being celebrated, that to you he was worth getting aroused for, alongside the saiyan being captivated by your teasing as you were of him simply being transformed.

The scent of your arousal reached his nose making him pause, looking down over you. His tail finds your body once more, slipping between your legs and prodding your exposed core. The tip wiggled against your delicate bud, your voice muffled around the girth of him sitting in your mouth. “You’re wet.” The beastly saiyan purred with a flash of his eyes. Goku released your head allowing you to pop his cock from your mouth with a harsh breath, and he stretched over on his side to pull your legs over him. He laid down on his back and positioned your hips over his face. With his thumbs, he spread your dribbling slit, taking in the sight of your exposed bloom and your sweet aroma. Pulling your hips back into his face, he used his tongue to lap the slick from you, feeling you arch in response.

Happy Birthday, indeed.

The thought of your fingers toying around here last time sent him into a frenzy over you. He’d only sampled your taste then, but now he gets to have it all and eagerly showed it. You’d manage to adjust yourself a little on top of him and muffled your rousing mewls on his cock again. The way he teased at your sensitive bud only to dip his tongue into your trembling depths made you writhe in his grasp. You struggled to keep up returning the favor rocking yourself back against his mouth to take your pleasure as Goku had pushed in and out of your mouth in return, filling your jaw with more than you could handle. You endure it briefly with your hands only to steady him, but recoiling from his hips with a hot gasp when you could no longer.

“Y-You’re making it very hard not to come yet.” You swallowed, licking your drool from your lips and soothing the rest around his cock with your hands in absence of your mouth. He answers you with a gruff sound and you feel two large fingers pierce your wet entrance, sending your hips into a tremble at the sudden stretch and making you bury your face in his furry stomach to mask your cry. You feel them press and curve to your walls without relent, trying to reach deeper. “G-..Goku I-!”

“I don’t want you to hold anything back from me.” His rough tone noted, demanded, pumping his fingers into the grip of your insides quicker, devoting his action to making you give into your orgasm. He ogled the way his fingers fit inside you, slipping out nice and shiny, then eagerly embraced when pressed back inside. He slowed down only to admire that before building his momentum back. With each motion he could feel your spasms growing, your nerves begging to be unraveled by his touch making his cock twitch in your unsteady grip. “C’mon, you’re almost there.” Goku amorously purred, picking up his pace again and fingers hitting just deep and fast enough to make you whine and suddenly clench your walls feverishly around them. Practically cumming on his demand. Your own fingers appeared between your legs to soothe your clit through it making him release his fingers from inside you.

He wasted no time sucking them clean, eyes gleaming mischievously at the way your wet bloom continued to twitch above him. So beautiful, inside and out. He couldn’t resist spreading you again and lapping at your leaking hole, digging his tongue inside for the sweet nectar coating your fluttering walls with his sharp fangs pressed against your skin. He wanted all of it, he could easily make you cum again. But he wanted your tight hole snug around his cock more. Goku savors your flavor just a small moment longer before he moves your legs from around him.

Sitting up, the red saiyan turns you over to him and replaces your hands around his aching length with his own, his other arm encouraging you over into his lap. “You’re not playing very fair.” You pouted as you settled with your legs on each side of him, answered only by his smile and narrowed sensuous stare. You can only shake your head and grin in return. It was a special occasion after all, and what else was to be expected of this frisky nature of his. Becoming a Super Saiyan 4 has changed him in a way you couldn’t really complain about when he was so attentive of you. Giving him what he wanted was the least you could do.

You take Goku��s face in your hands and smooth your thumb to wipe the excess slick around his mouth, then licked at his lips before placing a firm kiss against them, humming delightfully at his returned affection. Your kiss becomes harsh, his fangs brushing across your lips when his tongue sought yours. He was idly pumping his own cock in anticipation of your warmth, adjusting you in his lap just enough that he could press his tip into you. “Slow.” You quickly instructed between your kiss, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Slow.”

“Slow...” He confirmed back to you, sinking his excited cock into you with the light wiggle of your hips to aid him. Your kiss slacks off with winded breath to take in the sight of each other. The yellow of his eyes looked like they were glowing from your pussy wrapped around him, pushing yourself to take him as far as your body could allow. It is with that final, impatient jerk from his hips making you arch at your deepest part being reached that he is, for the most part, fully sheathed inside you. You grunted, pressing your forehead into his shoulder and embracing your arms around his large back. You attempted to find comfort and adjust in your fullness, but the way he now held your hips in hand left you with so little wiggle room for relief from his bigger size.

“God, I am so happy you were born today.” You praised him for this body and what it did for you. He could feel all of your insides twitching around him, nestling him so blissfully it was making the concept of “go slow” seem impossible right now.

“I-I feel the same.” Goku groaned, his large chest suddenly heaving against you. “-But-..I can’t-” He choked out a moan, grabbing your ass with both his hands and thrusting his hips at you. “I-I need to move.” He presses himself flush against you, moving your hips into him and knocking the tip of his cock against your deepest parts, making your spine curve at the sudden assault at your depths. You craned your head back with a strangled moan, clinging to his back with the grip of your nails. It was a bit uncomfortable, being hit so deep, so roughly and fresh off your own orgasm but it didn’t last long. Goku lifts you enough that he could draw his length back further, the drag in his strokes longer. He felt you lose your tension in your hands and your body settling comfortably in the momentum of his thrusts as your breathless cries grew sweeter to his ears. “So good, so good.” He growled low into your exposed neck, hungrily planting kisses into your skin. Heat and pleasure had quickly kindled throughout your body and set Goku’s carnal hunger ablaze for you, provoking the beast rooted in his very being. “Don’t hold back, (y/n).” He urged you, uttered from him like a callous demand.

Even if you wanted to move your own hips, your body was all under his control. His strength guiding your hips into him, his thrusts slapping rough and wet against you, dialing your pleasure up and quickening you towards another orgasm. Quite literally, you were along for the ride as Goku pounded his hips to yours for his own orgasm. But he wanted yours, too. You could feel it coming, as sure as his hot kisses into the crook of your neck turned to nips from his sharp canines and his strokes grew deeper into your depths again. Reclining to lie back onto the bed with you, your arms snug between his body and the mattress beneath, all his movements are slowed for a moment. Goku delaying both your orgasms to relish your body wrapped around him and the tight way your insides flexed against him begging to be satisfied again.

You rest your head on his shoulder and readjust your legs on each side of him, sitting comfortably with his twitchy cock deep inside you. He honestly wouldn't mind this all day for his Birthday, where he could just lie around with you like this, hearing your breathless voice in his ears and lazing about the bed with his hard-on in you. You give him an impatient buck of your hips and his grip lightens from your ass, an arm wrapped your hips and the other around your shoulders. Allowing you to bounce your hips into his lap, finding a new delight from falling back into his thick length at this angle while he lovingly kissed your face. Once again beguiled by the scent of you in your aroused state with his tail stroking up and down your back.

Letting his head sink back into the mattress, Goku closes his eyes and braces his heels, the strength of his arms bearing you down against him as your whole body was suddenly rocked roughly against him by the brutal way he snapped his hips up into you. You lost all control of yourself, crying out when your orgasm washed over you, each shockwave of ecstasy gripping his length and snatching his orgasm from him with a deep groan from his throat. You’re not sure when his tail wrapped around your leg, but you could feel its tight squeeze as he emptied himself deep inside you, his hips were stilled, leaving your quivering cunt and restless hips to milk all the cum from his cock. Each breath you took was a weak, blissed-out sob filled with a slew of satisfied swears until you went limp on top of him. That fulfilled his ego, leaving him with a grin on his face.

Goku’s arms fell open on each side of him, the heavy rise and fall of his large chest lifting you softly. As his body grew calm, the golden light filled his body again and disappeared returning him to his base form. Allowing you to pull your arms from underneath him. His tail slacks off in its grip on your leg, but doesn’t completely let you go just yet.

“Ah... S-so we agree. We... can’t do it the normal way anymore.” You breathlessly declare with half-lidded eyes.

“Nuh-uh.” He agreed, opening his own eyes to the sight of the ceiling above.

"Well... You spoiled part of your gift, Birthday Boy." Your voice croaks with a light laugh, pulling yourself up on him enough to slide him out of you and look at his face. "I'm going to have to really get creative for you tonight." It already seemed far away to him with the sun still so bright outside. There would be plenty enough going on between now and then to keep him distracted for you. You see his eyes wander a little with thought, Goku then tilting his head to look at you and draws both his arms around you again.

"Well, I know what I want now." He inclined, making you tilt your own head to look at him suspiciously.

"Goku, if you say all you want for your birthday is me, I'm going to pop you."

His chest bounced against yours as he laughed. "Nope. I already have you, I wouldn't let you off that easy, haha!" With a clearer mind, he figured out exactly what he wanted for his Birthday. "I just want to go out and spend time with you guys. Maybe...A barbeque party! Lots of food, with fishing and swimming and a big race." Goku looks back up in thought, beaming with renewed vigor and anticipation for what he had in mind for his Birthday. "It'll be fun, just me and you, Goten and Gohan, Videl, Pan. Raditz and Chi Chi, even Hercule and Majin Buu." He listed off your family, holding up his hands and lowering a finger with each name he spoke and giving you a more excited grin. It was a good place to start, and easy enough to handle. Simple, as he would like to have it with food and family but still a little humble for what he deserved.

"I think we can swing that.” You giggle, sliding up a little further so you could carefully sit down on top of him. “Call me crazy, but our family's a little bigger than just us, Goku. Don't you think Bulma would be offended if you didn't invite her and Vegeta with Trunks and Bulla? And of course Krillin, 17 & 18, and Marron have to join us too, no question." You nodded to him, folding your arms and running all the faces of your kinship through your mind with an excited grin as well. “We'd be crazy not to get Piccolo, Master Roshi's crew, Yamcha, Launch and Tien Shinhan. We don’t get to do this as often as I’d like, but you have a lot of people out there who are grateful you were born today. I'm sure they want to celebrate with you, too." You reach out a hand to boop your finger to the tip of his nose. "Just not more than me."

You see his eyes twinkle with delight at the idea. It had been a while since you'd seen all your friends together in one place for some fun. "I guess I didn't think about it like that. You're right! I guess if I'm going to spend my Birthday with my family we'll have to get everyone. Oh, we should get Dende and Uub too! It’s been a while since we all came together for something good for a change. Maybe even have a small tournament for fun, just for old time's sake! Really test everyone’s skill."

He's thinking bigger, and you like that. It's not a Goku party without a little bit of fighting, you suppose. It wouldn't exactly be a fair one if he and Vegeta decide to use their transformation. You lean back down over him and wrap your arms around his head to snuggle him. "I like that idea a lot. A fun little birthday tournament will go well with the new gi I asked Bulma to make for you, too." You nuzzled your face into his cheek, sweetly kissing at his face. "Happy Birthday, Goku. Thank you for being born today. You "Old Man", you." You teased.

"Old?" He repeated with a furrowed brow. You can't see the light offense in his features, but you do see the abrupt golden light take over him again and the warmth that came with it as he changed. You're then rolled abruptly onto your back with the wild, red saiyan pinning you down against the bed and a challenging smirk on his face. "I'll show you old man!"

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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All Is Lost

Summary: Zombies have taken over the world, humanity on the edge of extinction. All hope was lost. Despite that, Wanda couldn’t seem to let go of Y/n, who had fallen victim to the plague herself.

Word Count: 2,263

Genre: Angst

Requested?: No

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, cannibalism, suicide, mentions of blood. Spoilers for Ep. 5 of What If...?

A/N: I know, I know, I’m gonna get into the stuff I promised soon. But for now, the Zombies episode inspired me and this came out. If you haven’t seen the episode yet, go watch it. Its amazing and depressing. Also this is DARK guys, probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written, so...Happy Reading!

The Zombie apocalypse was always something everyone joked about, but never something that anyone could actually predict.

Everything happened so quickly, Wanda could barely keep up. It’s hard to believe that everything was so normal only two weeks ago. Now, she was locked away with Vision in an abandoned military base in New Jersey. Desperate to survive for as long as possible while Vision worked on a cure.

Some of his experiments had been a success, most notably Scott Lang who he was able to revert back from his zombified state. However, the man was now only a severed head.

Despite the success, Vision was less than optimistic. For one, Scott was one of the first infected. While the cure worked on him, the android theorized that the disease has mutated greatly since then, and it was likely impossible to cure everyone. And even if he could, the technology to do so is beyond human comprehension and therefore doesn’t exist.

Vision might have all but given up hope, but Wanda didn’t. She couldn’t. She refused to give up on you.

Wanda and you have been best friends for as long as Wanda had been an Avenger. You were already a member of the team and greeted her with an open mind and open arms, despite all she had done. You had fire powers, and while your powers weren’t identical to Wanda’s, you still offered some basic tips and tricks to keep such explosive powers at bay.

It wasn’t a surprise that she fell in love with you.

But her stupid fear had to get in the way, and when you came to confess your own feelings for her, she panicked and rejected you. You were so heartbroken, Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know that.

And it kills her everyday knowing that that was the last interaction she had with you. The last one with you as yourself anyway.

All that remained now was the flesh hungry, blood thirsty monster that wore your, now rotting, skin.

This wasn’t you, she knows that. She looked into your mind and saw no trace of the woman you once were, the one she loved with all her heart. She couldn’t feel you, you were gone.

Despite this, Wanda couldn’t let you go. She couldn’t handle losing you entirely. She already lost almost everyone.

She managed to convince Vision to keep you in the base for testing. You were locked behind a large steel door, with only a window to see you through. But you were here, and that’s all Wanda cared about.

The cure wasn’t working for you. Your powers caused it to incinerate when it entered your system, proving it to be ineffective. Still, she refused to give up.

Vision thought it best to terminate you after the failed tests, but Wanda begged him not to. Knowing he couldn’t overpower her, and sensing his friend’s distress with anything that comes to you, he agreed. As long as Wanda had it under control.

She doubted he knew that she was luring innocent survivors into the base so you could feed on them, but she did what she had to do.

Wanda spent most of her days sitting outside of your cell. The first few days, you were ravenous. Banging on the walls and trying to burn them down, growling and screeching with the inhuman noise that took over your vocal chords, but you didn’t manage to break free. After a while, it seemed you have given up, and just sat in place. Only moving when Wanda opened the cell and let some of your ‘food’ in.

There were times where Wanda thought that maybe, just maybe, the cure was working more than they thought. You seemed to have recognized her, your facial expressions formed into ones that she had recognized and missed dearly. But that hope quickly died when she would peek into your head and still sense nothing.

“Hey, Y/n.” Wanda walked up to outside your cell and sat cross-legged like she did everyday. Your head rose, staring at her with your now glowing yellow eyes. “Still no progress on the cure, but don’t worry, I’m not giving up yet.” You offered no response, not that she expected one. “It’s hard. It’s only getting worse out there...” She sighed as she trailed off. She raised her hand to the glass, like she always did. “I’m going to figure it out...we’re gonna get you back to normal, and I’m going to tell you every day how much I love you. I miss you so much, but...we’re almost there. I can feel it...” Wanda’s voice started choking up, as tears ran down her face. “We deserve our happy ending.”

Her hand was still pressed against the glass as she finished her speech. She was about to lower it, but then something unexpected happened. You stared at her hand curiously, beginning to raise your own. Wanda watched, smile forming on her face as your arm made it’s way to the glass.

“Wanda! Please come here, we have a situation.” You had almost pressed your hand against Wanda’s, when Vision’s voice interrupted. Your attention turned to the direction it came from and you let out a growl, clearly angry at the interruption. Wanda sighed in disappointment, but she tried not to let it take over. You still showed massive improvement, something worth reporting back to Vision. “It’s okay.” She soothed you. “I’m going to go see what he wants then I’ll be right back, okay? I know you’re hungry, I’ll get you some food too.” You didn’t offer a response as she walked off.

“Vis! I have to tell you-” Wanda began as she walked into the main room, but cut herself off at the new faces. She didn’t recognize the bald woman with the spear or the wimpy looking man in a workers uniform, but she was familiar with Peter. What surprised her most though, was Bruce Banner. A man she hasn’t seen in over three years. “What is going on?”

“I ran into them outside the premises. Apparently word has gotten out about the cure.” Vision answered before turning his attention back to the guests. “As I told you, I am afraid we cannot help you. The cure seems to be a moot point.”

“Well, what about-” Peter began, but he was interrupted by a new voice.

“For something you have no hope for, you sure don’t have a problem bringing in new test subjects.” Wanda recognized Bucky Barnes’ voice. She turned around, and her eyes widened as she saw King T’challa on his arm, struggling to stand on his one remaining leg.

Shit.

“My king! We thought you dead.” The bald woman exclaimed in relief and surprise.

“Your highness. I was not aware you were in the base.” Vision said, confused on how that got by him. It didn’t take him long to figure out why. “Wanda...”

“I’m sorry.” Wanda whispered, knowing she was caught. “The cure wasn’t working on Y/n, and in order to keep her at bay, I had to feed her.”

“So you fed her our King?” A spear was raised to her throat, threateningly.

“It was nothing personal, I promise. I have her under control and the cure is starting to work, I know it. We just need a little more time!”

“Why not just kill her? You lured innocent people to their deaths just for her when there a couple million more Zombies out there that you could use for testing. Ones that have a chance of being cured.” The whole room went quiet after Bucky said that.

“Uh oh. Shouldn’t have said that.” Wanda heard Scott say, but she was too busy glaring at Bucky. Her eyes started to go red, but before she could do anything, she noticed the spear held to her throat begin to glow red and melt. The woman dropped the spear as it began to burn her hands.

“Did it just suddenly get like, super hot?” Peter asked as he began to fan himself.

“Oh no...” Wanda trailed off. She looked up to notice the steal walls that led to your cell begin to melt. “You’ve done it now...she hasn’t eaten in days.” Before anyone could respond, the steel doors melted completely. The man in the uniform was unfortunate enough to be standing in front of it, as a strong burst of flame shot out and incinerated him on the spot. Only a second later, you flew out the door, covered in flames as you hovered above everyone.

Wanda watched in horror as you began to fight everyone. They weren’t holding up very well, and that’s when Wanda finally realized what she had done. This wasn’t you, and if you were still here, you would hate to see your body be used to attack and kill others.

“Vision! Get us out of here!” She heard Bruce yell, and Vision shot a blast towards the wall, blowing it up and letting everyone out. Wanda turned her focus back to you, you watched them starting to escape and you began to fly after them, but a red mist surrounded you before you could. You turned your head, starting to growl, but stopped when you saw it was Wanda.

“Y/n. Stop...” You tilted your head, still struggling to move as Wanda came closer. She took a chance and reached up, gently placing a hand on your face. “I am so sorry...you never deserved this...” Your face softened at the touch, beginning to show the signs of emotion that Wanda desperately held onto. However, it was clear now that it was too late.

You snapped out of it, as you managed to break free from Wanda’s hold. You opened your mouth wide, intent on biting and feeding on her, but something stopped you. You hesitated, and Wanda noticed. You settled for pushing her aside to the ground as you reignited yourself and flew out of the base.

Wanda picked herself up after a moment, intent on stopping you. She ran past Okoye’s body, charred and eaten, but she was sure there was little time until she turned. She ran faster to where you were, now facing off against Bucky. She sprinted further, about to take off and fly when she paused.

Vision was face down on the ground. She kneeled next to him, glowing red hand turning over his body, afraid of what she’ll see. Once he was turned, Wanda gasped at the sight. The mind stone was torn out of his head.

“Oh no...no, no, no...” She held his body, tears slowly building as she mourned the loss of her best friend. She had officially lost everything. “I am so sorry Vis...I’m going to make this right, I promise.”

She heard Bucky scream. She looked over to see you start to feed on him. She saw Bruce, Peter, Scott and T’challa in the distance, making their way to the jet. They were your next target.

No. Wanda wasn’t going to let that happen. It ends now.

She used her powers to propel herself forward, landing directly in your path. You growled at her yet again as she used her powers to hold you. “Y/n...please, stop.” You struggled to get out of the hold, but Wanda held on. “This isn’t you...you wouldn’t want this...I love you more than anything, and I’m so sorry...I hope one day, you’ll forgive me.”

Wanda used her powers to grab the gun laying by Bucky’s side. She held in to your head, ready to pull the trigger...but she couldn’t. She let out a scream of frustration and dropped her hold on both you and the gun. The gun fell to the ground, but you haven’t moved.

“I can’t do it...I...I’m not strong enough...” Wanda began crying, shutting her eyes and waited for you to finish her off. She failed everyone, no one deserved death more than her. She opened her eyes when nothing came. You stood, staring at her with a tilt of your head. The yellow of your eyes dimming as you stared.

“W....Wan...” You struggled to let out, but it was enough for Wanda to hear. She cried even harder. She was right, you were almost there...but it was too late now.

You took in your surroundings as best you could, you didn’t have a lot of awareness, but you knew enough to piece everything together. You saw the influx of zombies starting to enter to base. Everyone needed to get away. You turned back to Wanda, and you knew what you had to do. You felt the little control you had start to slip away.

You bent down and picked up the discarded gun. You shakily pointed it to your temple, the control slipping away faster and faster. “Love....you....I...sorry...” You managed to croak out. Before you could lose control completely, you pulled the trigger.

Wanda watched in horror as you shot yourself in the head. Pieces of your brain landing on her, your blood drenching her. She looked down to see your body, half your face still together, but you were gone. Truly gone.

She knelt down sobbing, as she held your body. After a moment she looked up to see the Hulk appear as the zombies began to overwhelm the base. She saw the jet take off, and she gave a weak smile. They got away. Wanda’s job was done. This is where her story ends. All was lost for her.

So when the zombies finally reached her, she didn’t fight back. Accepting her death with open arms.

Epilogue

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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therenlover · 3 years

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Hey! Could I please request asmo meeting an mc who has always worn black baggy clothing ever since arriving to devildom, like literally never showing what their body looks like, until one day where the a/c broke and it is super hot that mc comes out wearing short shorts and a crop top and is ⌛️ please ?

Hey anon! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this as an actual fic or headcanons, so I decided to do headcanons! This got fluffy so I hope that was okay (I really can’t help it 🥺😔). Also, this turned a little bit into body positivity, so to my readers: love yourself and the skin that you’re in! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: it’s gets a little spicy towards the end, but no NSFW acts or NSFW in general is mentioned

Asmo with Hourglass Shaped!MC

So Asmo loves you regardless of whatever shape you are, we all know that

But he wished that you would let him play fashion designer with you! You only wore these dark and dreary clothes all the time, and he was absolutely positive that you would look just divine in some of his suggestions for you. Plus, it was nothing wrong with showing just a little bit of skin, he would know

He just knew that you were hiding something delicious underneath your clothes, and he would try to convince you to just let him have a little taste, a little sneak peek (but would never go on to the point of making you uncomfortable). He was dying to see you in something new (really he was dying to see your body in all of its glory, but he’ll take what he get), and the opportunity finally presented itself

After someone broke the house air conditioner (ie. Mammon and Levi), the temperature skyrocketed. The saying, “it’s hot as Hell” stayed true to its words. While the brothers were somewhat used to the heat (y’know, being demons and living in Hell and all), even it was starting to get a little uncomfortable for them

Asmo was already whining about his beautiful skin practically melting away at this point, and decided that he needed to complain to someone who can truly relate to his struggles and listen (ie. You)

Plus Lucifer was ready to just string him up with his other brothers if he uttered one more word

But luckily, he didn’t have to stray far, as he heard you descending down the stairs. “MC, can you believe what the heat is doing to my pores-”

He choked

Your legs were showing

Your stomach wasn’t covered

Your skin was actually showing

Oh my Diavolo, you were already attractive before, but this...oh my

Crop top and short shorts?? You were going to make him snap, MC.

Your thangs were thangin respectfully

The longer he took in your form, the more he felt himself losing control. Now Asmo is far from an animal, being one of the brothers that could actually control themselves when needed be. But he just wanted to devour you whole-

“Asmo, you okay? Earth to Asmo?”

“Why darling, why have you been hiding this from me so long?! But I can’t deny, this was more than worth the wait, I just wish this happened in my room, with you undress-“

“Asmo, no. It’s way too hot to be doing any of that.”

“But dear, I can easily find a way to cool you off. Especially now that you gifted me with this appetizing sight. You look just gorgeous MC. We have to take pictures to commemorate this moment! Can you imagine how quick we’ll be trending on Devilgram?!-”

“No way.”

“But whyyyyyy?”

“Because...it’s nothing. I just don’t think I should. It’s just my body, nothing special.”

NOTHING SPECIAL?!

WHERE YOU TWO LOOKING AT THE SAME THING???

It wasn’t that you necessarily hated yourself, but you didn’t want people to just like you because of how you look. You can admit that your body was looking pretty good, but you didn’t want to be ogled at like a piece of meat. It was bad enough in the human world , and you definitely didn’t want to risk it here around demons who were already hungry for humans

He was shocked. First you hid this treasure from him and the world (but mainly him) without any reason, and the way you were adamant about not taking any type of photos was mind boggling to him. You are STUNNING, MC. He can see that, his brothers can see it, so why can’t you?

Your shape is just far too enticing to hide anymore. And he was going to convince you of that. He took your hand and rushed to his room, making sure to close the door to keep any prying eyes away

He took your hands into his, looked into your eyes, and flashed you the most gentle smile to ever grace his face

“MC, don’t tell me that you’re ashamed of your body. You have no reason to be. You radiate so much beauty inside and out, it can be such a blinding sight. You’re beyond special, so let me show you just how special you are.”

He started to pepper kisses all on your face: on your cheeks, eyelashes, nose, lips, anywhere that his lips could catch. While doing so, he rubbed softly on your body, drawing random shapes on your hips, even moving to rub at your stomach. You quietly giggled at all of these sensations, trying to push him away tenderly, but he stayed put. Asmo was obviously quite the romantic, but you also been around long enough to know when he wasn’t putting on an act. Right now he wasn’t Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. Right now, he was Asmo, the brother who only wanted to be shown and given true love

You don’t know how long you two stayed like that in his room, but neither of you cared. Asmo finally got his wish to see your body (and man was he even more enamored with you now), and was he not disappointed one bit (not that he would ever be with you). You even went out of your way to take some of his suggestions (and I say this very lightly, as we know how Asmo’s “suggestions” can vary) and include them in your wardrobe

Either way, he was beyond happy, and he could tell that the new stylish choices and his pep talk kinda helped you too

Cause now he can do impromptu fashion shows (albeit in the comfort of his room) and admire your shape all in one! It’s a win win!

However, now that you were coming out of your shell more, and you didn’t show any discomfort towards him, he was definitely ready to show you why he has the title of the Avatar of Lust, and rightfully so

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #reader insert #obey me #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years

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The zombie economy and digital arm-breakers

It's a zombie economy. For 40 years, we've eroded the wages of workers and transfered their share of profit and productivity to owners of capital. This is a problem, because people need money to buy things, and if they run out of money, they stop buying and profits vanish.

Time and again, capitalism has kicked any reckoning over this down the road. First came the great liquidation: pension cashouts, raided savings, reverse mortgages. Then came consumer borrowing, a tidal wave of unrepayable debt.

That's the zombie part: all the unpayable debt, which has been turned into bonds that enrich debt-holders. As Michael Hudson has told us again and again, debt that can't be paid, won't be paid. Our debt-based economy is the walking dead, a zombie.

We can either stabilize the economy (by forgiving debts, so that producers can pay for necessities and go on producing); or we can stabilize finance (by coercing debtors into destroying their lives in order to keep up on payments):

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/24/grandparents-optional-party/#jubilee

Think of the loan-shark's arm-breaker: he wants to collect on debt, so he threatens to break your arm. You steal your kid's college fund. You secretly mortgage the house. You sell your wedding-ring. You end up divorced and homeless. You still owe. So he breaks your arm.

Now you're divorced, homeless, and you've lost your ability to earn, and you've got medical bills. He threatens to break your other arm. You start breaking into cars to steal the toll money in the ashtrays. You go to jail. Finally the arm-breaker and his boss are out of luck.

Debts that can't be paid, won't be paid. But as loan-sharks know, fortunes can be collected by applying the right incentives.

Give debtors the choice of immediate ruin from nonpayment, and making a payment today and ruining their lives tomorrow, and they're pay.

They'll pay...until they can't. Because debts that can't be paid, won't be paid.

The zombie economy is the subprime economy. "Subprime" came into collective consciousness thanks to the great financial crisis, where banks tricked poor homebuyers into predatory loans.

The banks knew that the loans couldn't be repaid - they had "balloon" clauses that jacked up payments beyond the borrowers' ability to repay a few years into the mortgage - but they also knew that threats of homelessness are powerful motivators.

The inscrutable equations used to "guarantee" subprime bonds all shared an unspoken assumption: people who face homelessness will go to extraordinary lengths to pay their mortgages. Behind every subprime loan is an arm-breaker.

The zombie economy shambles on. Obama's loan-shark bailout and the eviction crisis let the architects of subprime buy up whole towns' worth of homes and turn them into hugely profitable slums: high-rent, low-quality deathtraps.

https://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/usa-housing-invitation/

Wall St landlords package rents from subprime rentals into bonds, backed by the loan-shark's guarantee: arm-breakers will evict the shit out of anyone who stops paying.

America-a land where eviction was once a rarity-now faces an eviction epidemic.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/02/08/forced-out

The foreclosure crisis was only possible because Wall St and the courts collaborated to streamline the historically complicated and time-consuming process of taking away someone's home. Same goes for the eviction epidemic.

It's a simple equation: the more loan-sharks spend on arm-breakers, the lower the expected profits.

Improvements to arm-breaking processes - cost-savings on traditional coercion or innovative new forms of terror - are powerful engines for unlocking new debt markets.

When innovation calls, tech answers. Our devices are increasingly "smart," and inside every smart device is a potential arm-breaker. Digital arm-breakers have been around since the first DRM systems, but they really took off in 2008.

That's when subprime car loans boomed. People who lost everything in the GFC still needed to get to work, and thanks to chronic US underinvestment in transit, that means owning a car. So loan-sharks and tech teamed up to deliver a new lost-cost, high-efficiency arm-breaker.

They leveraged the nation's mature wireless network to install cellular killswitches in cars. You could extend an unrepayable loan to a desperate person, and use an unmutable second stereo system to bombard them with earsplitting overdue notices.

https://edition.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/04/17/aa.bills.shut.engine.down/index.html

If they didn't pay, you could remotely cut off the ignition and send a precise location to your repo man.

Smart killswitches let you impose fine-grained control over debtors - say, enforcing a rule against driving over the county line.

https://dealbook.nytimes.com/2014/09/24/miss-a-payment-good-luck-moving-that-car/

Within a decade, the bond-market for payments from subprime car drivers was edging up on $1T; not because borrowers didn't default, but because they defaulted later, and the car could be easily re-leased to another desperate person.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U2eDJnwz_s

The zombie economy shambled on. Tech built undeletable, always-on kill-switches, lo-jacks, and spyware into an ever-expanding constellation of devices, like laptops.

https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2016/04/rental-company-control/478365/

Rent-to-own subprime laptops were tepicenter of innovation in digital arm-breaking. Laptops shipped with spyware for covert operation of cameras and mic and access ot files.

That went beyond repoing a laptop! Lenders could make and share covert sex-tapes of their customers!

They spied on children, plundered MP3 collections, stole passwords, read email. It was beyond the wildest dreams of analog loan-sharks.

https://www.ftc.gov/news-events/press-releases/2012/09/ftc-halts-computer-spying

To make a good digital arm-breaker, you need always-on network connectivity, a device that people really depend on, and a strong presumption that the device has core software that its owner is never allowed to remove.

Basically, a smartphone.

Mobile carriers were early to this party. They collaborated with device manufacturers to create a "subsidized phone" market. They would "give" you a phone in exchange for a long-term, abusive contract, and then repo it by terminating service if you missed payments.

This was only possible because the manufacturers helped, creating phones that could be locked to a single network, so you couldn't un-repo your phone by sliding in someone else's phone.

They relied on the "anti-circumvention" laws that the music industry lobbied for in the late 90s (like Section 1201 of the DMCA) to make it a felony to unlock these phones. Arm-breaking is a lot easier if it's a felony to evade the arm-breaker.

The smarter the phones got, the more subprime opportunities there were. Remember, there's a new market in every arm-breaking innovation and in every arm-breaking efficiency.

Which brings me to India.

India has a huge subprime market. As one of the world's inequality capitals, whose national government runs on performative culture war bullshit and giveaways to the super-rich, it's a land ripe for subprime innovation.

Phone manufacturers like Samsung are key to India's vast collateralized subprime smartphone market: first-time buyers get their phones on the installment plans at predatory interest rates so high that most will default

https://restofworld.org/2021/loans-that-hijack-your-phone-are-coming-to-india/

Remember: subprime isn't about debts being repaid in full. It's about making borrowers so desperate that they ruin their lives to make payments before they default.

Samsung's uninstallable arm-breaker app allows lenders to brick a smartphone without help from a carrier.

Writing for Rest of World, Nilesh Christopher describes an "escalating series of annoyances" culminating with a full lockout for failure to repay:

* audiovisual prompts in regional languages as reminders

* changing the wallpaper on their cellphones

That escalates to coercion based on analysis of the users' device activity:

* For "a prolific selfie-taker," notifications every time the camera is invoked

* frequently used messaging and social apps like Facebook or Instagram are progressively blocked

One step at a time, the phone is made progressively less usable, until it is fully bricked.

It's a fully automated, self-configuring arm-breaker, one that substitutes a thug's unscientific ladder of mounting terror with bloodless, statistical science.

This is probably a good point to mention the Shitty Technology Adoption Curve: any disciplinary technology is tried out on powerless people first, and gradually works its way up the privilege gradient to encompass the whole world.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/02/24/gwb-rumsfeld-monsters/#bossware

Debt, after all, is consuming all of us except for the lucky few at the very top of the wealth distribution who have not faced wage stagnation and forced liquidations.

The covid crisis pushed whole countries into subprime status. Pfizer has told poor countries that they can only get access to vaccines if they stake their sovereign assets as collateral to settle claims related to its products:

https://www.thebureauinvestigates.com/stories/2021-02-23/held-to-ransom-pfizer-demands-governments-gamble-with-state-assets-to-secure-vaccine-deal

And the shitty-tech adoption curve is putting arm-breaking tech into every kind of device, spreading with alarming speed from the bottom of the social order to its apex.

Miss your Tesla payments and your car will lock itself, summon a repo man, back itself out of the parking lot, honk its horn, and unlock its doors for the repo man.

https://tiremeetsroad.com/2021/03/18/tesla-allegedly-remotely-unlocks-model-3-owners-car-uses-smart-summon-to-help-repo-agent/

As subprime climbs the shitty tech adoption curve, it gets a new name: "software as a service." In a SaaS world, you cannot own the tools of your profession. Adobe Photoshop becomes Adobe Creative Cloud, and any designer who stops monthly payments becomes economic roadkill.

What's more, software is the ghost in the shell, the animating spirit within physical devices. Remove software from a smart device and you don't have a dumb device, you have a brick.

This lets the arm-breakers exert pressure over larger, more powerful entities...like Hoboken, NJ. Hoboken had a payment dispute with the software vendor for its robotic parking garage, so the vendor bricked the garage and took all the cars hostage.

https://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,71554-0.html

The strange mutations of arm-breaker tech bodes ill, especially in light of Chekhov's Law: "A phaser on the bulkhead in Act One will go off by Act Three."

The universal spread of devices *designed* to be remotely repoed - bricked, downgraded, turned into surveillance tools - means that oppressive governments that coerce manufacturers will have the power to reach into our homes, cars and pockets to attack us.

Same goes for unscrupulous insiders - like the subprime laptop jokers making nonconsensual sex-tapes with their customers' webcams - and criminals who can pressure insiders into acting on their behalf.

Nevertheless, subprime arm-breaking is bound to spread, and spread, and spread. Covid forced millions to liquidate everything, left them in precarious, sub-minimum-wage gig work, and there's the millions of evictions waiting for the moratorium to end.

Debts that can't be paid, won't be paid. And yet, people must participate in the zombie economy: they're not going to dig a hole, climb in, and pull the dirt in on top of themselves. There is strong demand for credit on any terms. Any.

Arm-breaker tech unlocks new markets by delaying defaults on unpayable debts. The zombie economy shambles on.

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 3 years

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Fist Fights and Hickeys

Prompt: Enemies to lovers smut with the teeniest bit of plot. Literally this is just pure filth. Please don’t read if you’re a minor, seriously this is not for you.

Warnings: SMUT! Swearing, Female reader, oral (female receiving),unprotected sex (I don’t have a fun rhyme explaining why that's a bad idea, just use fucking protection! dear lord, this is wizard shit im sure they have magic birth control but we aren't getting into that rn) also reader punches someone early on so violence, fluff and funny stuff at the end.

You walked down the hall as quickly as you could, just wanting the day to be over. It seems like no matter what you did today, everything went wrong. In herbology you dropped and broke a potted plant. In potions, your mixture exploded, coating you and your partner in blue sludge, which was still in your hair, and in divination, your tea leaves literally showed you an omen of death. At this point, you didn’t know how else this day could get worse.

“Hello Y/N” Fred Weasley said, sauntering up to your side. Welp, it just had to go and get worse.

“Leave me alone Fred” You said, irritation clearly present in your voice. You and Fred had a bit of a rivalry, whether it was at quidditch, or in your classes, or with pranks, the two of you were always trying to one up each other, which through the years, has created a bit of a love hate friendship.

“Somebody’s cranky” Fred joked, continuing to walk beside you.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” You responded. Fred was about to reply, but before he could, someone interrupted him.

“Well well well, look what we have here! What happened Y/N, trying to go for a new look” Ethan Hawthorn said, pointing out your hair, which was still blue.

You didn’t answer, you just kept walking, Fred giving you a confused look. Ethan hawthorn was a Slytherin who you had a class with last year. The professor had asked a question, which he answered incorrectly, and when you corrected him in front of everyone, he deemed it appropriate to treat you like you had personally humiliated him in front of the whole school. He basically made it his life purpose to make your life difficult.

“Aw come on Y/N, don’t be like that, it’s nice! It distracts from your face!” He continued, him and a few of his friends now following you and laughing. Upon hearing what he said, Fred went to turn and confront him but you grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Oh is your boyfriend trying to save you? You probably hired him to be around you, god knows he needs the money” Ethan said.

Next thing you knew, you had whipped around and punched Ethan in the face. It was a bit of a surprise to everyone, including yourself seeing you wouldn’t really consider yourself a violent person. Before you could think about anything else though, you and Fred were sprinting down the hallway towards the Gryffindor common room, Ethan screaming profanities from behind you.

You sprinted to the entrance of the common room, quickly saying the password and running inside, relieved to find it empty. After running for your lives, you and Fred were pretty tired out, both of you walking over to one of the couches and falling onto it, trying to catch your breath.

“You know he’s going to try and kill you right?” Fred asked, turning his head to look at you.

“Worth it” You said, causing the both of you to laugh a bit, before you noticed the pain radiating from your hand. You sat up a bit and examined your knuckles, which were now bleeding a bit. Fred noticed and sat up as well, before gently taking your hand in both of his, looking at the irritated skin.

“You ok?” He asked, skill looking at your hands, which you were thankful for since it made it so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” You replied. Trying not to focus on his long fingers gently brushing over the bones in your hand.

“You’re hands are so small” Fred laughed, breaking you out of your slightly flustered trance.

“These small hands can still slap the shit out of you” You replied, taking your hand back and laughing.

“Here I think I have something upstairs that can help with the pain” Fred said standing, you following his actions and making your way up the stairs to the boys dormitory, walking inside to once again find it was empty.

You walked over and took a seat on his bed, Fred quickly fumbling through a drawer before coming to sit next to you, a roll of gauze in his hand. He sat across from you and gently took your hand again, carefully wrapping the cloth around your knuckles a few times before tearing off the excess and securing it in place.

“Thank you” You said holding up your hand and examining his work, only to look over and see Fred staring at you, a bit of a frown on his face. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that guy” Fred said, the atmosphere in the room changing a bit.

“Fred its fine” You said, trying to change the subject.

“No its not Y/N! That dickhead is insulting you constantly, and for what? You don’t deserve to be treated like that” Fred said, standing and starting to pace around the room.

“You’re taking this way to seriously” You said, starting to get annoyed with his attitude. It wasn’t like you and Fred were super close. Hell most of the time you were at each others throat about whos better at what, and when you weren't doing that you were either annoying each other, or on a rare occasion, actually having a civil conversation.

“I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough!” Fred continued, still pacing back and forward.

“Why do you care so much!?” you shouted.

“Because I fucking love you!” Fred shouted back, stopping in his tracks to face you.

“What?” You asked, not quite believing what you just heard.

“I love you ok? I love the way you make everyone around you smile, and that you’re absolutely hilarious, and that you’re competitive. I love the sound of your laugh, and the way your eyes light up when you smile, and even when you’re being a complete pain in the ass you still-” Fred rambled on, only stopping when you cut interrupted him.

“Fred!” you said sternly, grabbing his attention.

“What?” He asked loudly, breathing heavily from his rant.

“Would you just shut the fuck up and kiss me already?” You asked. That was all Fred needed to hear, crossing the room in one swift motion and closing the space between you, leaning down to roughly push his lips against yours.

Your hands instantly went to his hair pulling him even closer, while his went to the back of your thighs, picking you up and walking you over to the bed, letting you fall back onto the mattress before quickly re connecting his mouth to your neck, biting the flesh there before soothing over it with his tongue.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, sliding them down his chest before landing at the hem of his shirt, pushing it upwards. Fred got the message and pulled away, making quick work of removing his shirt, before his mouth was back on yours, sucking on your bottom lip before his tongue met yours, swirling around in a fight for dominance.

His hands moved upwards, slipping under your shirt to roughly grab your breast, causing you to moan into his mouth. Your hands found their way to his waist, quickly working on undoing his belt. You had almost gotten it unfastened when Fred suddenly pulled away, looking down at you.

“Are you sure?” Fred asked, searching your face for any sign of rejection.

“I have literally never wanted to fuck someone more in my whole life, yes I’m one hundred percent sure” You replied

Fred didn’t waste any more time, quickly working on removing his shoes and pants, while you worked on removing your shirt and leggings, your skirt following soon after leaving you in only your bra and panties, while Fred stood in front of you, his eyes raking up and down your body, you started to feel a bit self conscious with his eyes on you, but before you could move to cover up a bit, his lips were back on yours, pushing you back onto the bed.

His lips started to move downwards, moving from your neck, to your collarbone, trailing wet in between your breasts and down your stomach before finally settling between your legs, looking up ay you before kissing down your inner thigh, deliberately not going near where you needed him most.

“Fred, please” You whined, trying to find some relief.

“Please what?” Fred asked, playing with the waistband of your panties.

“Please do anything just stop teasing- Oh fuck!” You cried, Fred moving your panties to the side and slipping two of his long fingers into you, making your back arch.

“Already so wet for me” He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster. “If you don’t like me teasing then why are you moaning”

You didn’t get the change to reply before Fred's mouth was suddenly on your core, licking a long stripe between your fold before swirling his tongue around your clit, making your head fly back and your hands grip the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to push you over the edge, but just as you were about to come undone, Fred pulled away, removing his fingers and making you groan at the loss of contact.

“What the fuck Fred?!” You cried, frustrated for being denied your release. Meanwhile Fred was crawling his way back up your body, letting out a low chuckle.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m going to take care of you. But when you cum I want it to be around my cock” Fred almost growled, causing a chill to run up your spine before he reached behind you, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room, your panties and his boxers following soon after.

Fred propped on of his arms next to his head, helping to keep his weight off you while his other hand moved to his cock, slipping it between your fold a few times, looking at you for permission, which you gave with a nod, before finally pushing his length into you.

“Please move” You practically begged, Fred waiting to make sure you had adjusted before doing anything.

“As you wish” He teased, a smirk on his face, before he slowly started moving, pulling out half way before thrusting back into you.

You were just about to ask him to go faster, when he was suddenly ramming into you, his head moving to the crook of your neck, sucking on the flesh there, while your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer and creating long red trails as your fingernails desperately tried to find something to hold onto.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your moans, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment.

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” Fred said, sucking behind your ear, making your head spin.

“Someone could walk in” You said back, trying to come up with an excuse. In reality, you knew most of the other students were in class so you didn’t have much to worry about.

“I really don’t care. You look so fucking hot writhing under me and I’m going fuck you senseless right now.” He rasped out, moving his free arm under your knee to hike your leg up higher, the new angle making you gasp, allowing him hit your G-spot perfectly each time.

“Oh fuck, Fred- I’m gonna-!” You cried out, no longer in control of the pornographic sounds leaving your mouth.

“Cum for me, beautiful” Fred murmured into your ear, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, finally pushing you over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping and flooding your body with pleasure.

Fred continued to thrust into you, helping you ride out your high before coming undone himself, resting his head on your shoulder as he came down from his high, slowing his movements before stopping completely, gently pulling out of you and flopping onto his back beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

“That was...wow” You started, still to blissed out to think of the right words.

“Yeah... why didn’t we do this earlier?” Fred asked, causing the both of you to laugh, finally catching your breath and sitting in a comfortable silence.

“I love you too” You said, breaking the silence and making Fred look over at you.

“Really?” He asked teasingly, but he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“Yeah, ever since you hugged me when we won that quidditch tournament last year, I knew I had feeling for you.”

“I knew when you made frogs come out of Snape's pockets for a week” Fred replied, causing you both to fall into another fit of laughter.

“Wow, so romantic” You teased, Fred moving to wrap his arm around you as you scooched closer into his chest, both of you moving under the covers.

“I know, its a gift” Fred replied, making you giggle.

“Well, I should maybe get going” You said, moving to get up, knowing classes would be ending soon.

“You thought we were done?” Fred asked, stopping you in your tracks.

“We’re not?” You asked, a confused look on your face.

“Not even close” Fred replied, leaning in and connecting your lips again, to which you enthusiastically responded, before quickly pulling away, grabbing your wand and casting a locking and silencing spell on the door.

Needless to say, while you may have had a bad streak during your classes, you most definitely got lucky that night.

The next day you had to get up early for quidditch practice. You had suck out of Fred's room a few hours later without too much suspicion, but needless to say, you were sore. You walked to practice with your roommate Angelina, who was currently talking about something to do with McGonigal's hat, but you honestly weren’t paying much attention, too distracted by last night events playing over in your head.

“But I think she might be hiding something in it you know? Like... hold up. Is that a fucking hickey?” Angelina asked once you finally got to the bleachers, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What?! No!” You quickly defended, trying to move the collar of your shirt up, only for Angelina to slap your hand away, pulling your collar further down, exposing the dozens of marks that littered your neck and chest, which you didn’t realize you had this morning.

“Oh my GOD! Did you get beat up? Who’s the guy?” Angelina asked with a teasing tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You replied, trying to keep your cool, digging through your bag to find your water bottle.

You stood back up, looking over to see Fred and George walking your direction. You gave them both a wave, your eyes lingering on Fred for a few seconds longer than usual. They dropped their stuff off a bit always from you, and started getting changed, both of them coming in sweaters.

“Besides” You continued, turning away from the twins, trying to keep your cool. “You have no right to talk, I know you and George are getting pretty comfortable in the room of requirement” You said, taking a sip of your water.

“That’s totally different and- Oh my god?!” Angelina said, looking past you, causing you to turn and spit out your water, the sight before you making you choke on the liquid.

Fred had taken off his shirt to change into his Jersey, and his back was covered in bright pink scratch marks. He heard the commotion, turning to see you covering your mouth trying to stop choking, not sure whether to be horrified or laugh.

“Jesus Fred, did you piss off a hippogriff and not tell me about it?” George asked, Fred suddenly realizing that of course, you would have most definitely left marks. Not that he was completely innocent either.

“Oh that, yeah I fell out of a..... tree” Fred said, making you smack your palm to your face. Sure, he may have been the best prankster in the school, but damn was Fred a bad liar.

Angelina took in your reaction, adding it to Fred's back and your hickeys, finally putting the pieces together.

“You two!?” Angelina said, pointing at the two of you. “Last night when you got back to the dorm late! You were fucking fucking!”

“Shhhh!” I shushed loudly, making Angelina and George laugh.

“Fred and Y/N, sitting in a tree” George started

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Angelina finished, the two laughing and heading off to start practice, leaving you and Fred slightly embarrassed at the blatant teasing.

“Well, we’re never going to hear the end of this” You said, admitting defeat.

“Yeah, but at least now they know. But speaking of K-I-S-S-I-N-G, you wanna...” Fred asked, moving his head towards the back of the bleachers.

“As fun as that sounds, It’ll have to wait. First I need to beat your ass at quidditch” You said, collecting your gear, looking up to see a gobsmacked Fred looking back at you.

“You are literally my dream girl, how did I get so lucky?” Fred asked, grabbing his things and walking with you to the center of the field.

“I know, I’m pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to you” You said in a serious tone.

“This dicks the best thing that's ever happened to you”

“FRED!”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed!!!! I didn’t read through this before posting so if theres any grammar mistakes I’m sorry, I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning because who needs sleep when you have Fred Weasley porn. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any feedback/recs!

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nikibogwater · 3 years

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What did you think of Nari's characterization in ROTT?

Disliked it, as with most of the other things in the movie.

The short version of it is this: In Wizards, Nari's primary character traits were empathy and compassion for others. In Rise of the Titans, her primary character traits seem to be just a general lack of awareness for what's happening around her, and a tendency to make light of very serious situations.

Now before I get into the long-form answer, I will preface by saying that the writers of RotT were at a severe disadvantage when writing for characters who were introduced in Wizards because Wizards was still in production at the time. So I understand why Nari ended up feeling like a completely different character in the movie, and I am not shaming anyone for it. But the fact of the matter is that I found her characterization in Wizards to be much more appealing, and if that characterization had carried over to Rise of the Titans, I think I would've had slightly warmer feelings towards the movie. But let's get down to brass tacks now, because I've actually been dying to talk about this. This is gonna be a loooooong boi, so I've put everything under the cut to avoid clogging people's queues (I'm just really passionate about this bean goddess, okay? 😅)

When Nari is introduced to us in Wizards, she is quietly watching the arrival of our heroes at the castle. She doesn't make herself known to them, but it is clear she is very interested in what's happening. She does not make any other appearance until the Arcane Order launches their assault on Camelot.

Nari's first spoken words are, "Merlin! This is all my fault!" and as one would expect after hearing this, she is very obviously distressed and feeling guilty for putting everyone in danger. Merlin tells her they need to escape to the past, and that he needs her help in order to do it. Nari's response is to begin charging her magic as she says "I will do what I can."

After our main characters are thrown back in time, we're introduced to Nari as she was in the past. Although she is allied with the Arcane Order in their war against humanity, it's clear that she displays the least amount of malice out of the three. In fact, it's revealed that Nari has always been rather fond of humans, and has even reached out to them in friendship a number of times. After resurrecting Morgana, Nari is the one who does most of the explaining and introductions, showing a bit of a playful/mischievous side as she pokes fun at Bellroc and Skrael. ("I told you she would, Skrael! So old, and they still haven't learned manners.")

During the Battle of Killahead, we see Nari watching the war from a distance, and it's clear from the expression on her face that she is not liking any of this. Though she does briefly aid her siblings when they join in the battle, she reveals afterwards that she can sense the pain and suffering they have inflicted on others--and she doesn't believe the Order's ambitions are worth that. She abandons the Order, presumably spending the next 900 years in hiding, before seeking Merlin's protection.

Once our heroes have returned to the present, Nari becomes a bit more involved in the plot. She expresses genuine sorrow over the destruction of Arcadia Oaks High ("Your beautiful school-home was crushed!") and is clearly distressed by Jim's agony as the shard in his chest begins to work its dark magic. ("Poor soul! Your corruption...I feel it worsening.") After Jim is taken by the Order, we can see her comforting Toby in the background. She continues to show great concern and empathy for the people around her, and is still eager to help wherever she can, though her magic doesn't seem to be combat-oriented. She is also shown to be somewhat timid, hiding behind Merlin or Claire during confrontations with the Order--she is very clearly terrified of her old allies, and seems to want to avoid direct contact with them. When Douxie is struck down by the Order and is falling to his death, it is Nari who runs to try to save him before anyone else--apparently, if someone is in need, Nari's first instinct is to rush to their aid.

So, from all of that, we can gather that Nari, as she was characterized in Wizards, is intelligent, curious, cautious, gentle, empathetic, and very aware of what's going on around her. She is also a little playful and wild, but never to the point of disregarding what's happening or how others are feeling.

In Rise of the Titans, Nari remains consistent with this characterization for all of...seven minutes.

Initially, Nari is still very much herself in this scene (though I wish we could've been told what exactly made her want to stop running and face the Order head-on. Again, in Wizards, it was abundantly clear that that was the one thing she did NOT want to do). When Douxie expresses his anxiety about the situation, she takes him by the hand, offers him a reassuring smile, and says, gently but firmly, "No. No more running, Douxie." Excellent interaction. 10/10. Five stars. That's also the only time in the movie where Nari displays any level of awareness regarding Douxie's (or anyone's) feelings/wellbeing.

The body-swap scene is when Nari's character just completely swings in the opposite direction, and she becomes near-unrecognizable as being the same character from Wizards. Douxie, being our favorite Self-Sacrificing Idiot, swaps bodies with her at the last possible second, causing the Order to take him instead. Nari, now stuck inside Douxie's body, seemingly doesn't think much of this development at all. In fact, her first response is to giggle playfully. UM, NARI. NARI, SWEETIE, YOUR BIG BROTHER IS IN THE CLUTCHES THE MOST EVIL BEINGS KNOWN TO MANKIND. LIKE, THEY LITERALLY KILLED HIM THE LAST TIME HE RESCUED YOU FROM THEM, WHY ARE YOU NOT MORE WORRIED ABOUT THIS?! Up until this point, Nari has never been shown to underestimate the Arcane Order--she seems all too aware of the kind of violence and destruction they are capable of, which explains why she was so terrified of them in Wizards. But in Rise of the Titans she seems to just....not really care anymore? The entire time she is in Douxie's body, she doesn't express the slightest amount of concern for him, or for anyone around her. She just keeps doing...cutesy forest gremlin things, like singing to her flower, batting at a light fixture, and antagonizing Archie (she's definitely not the only character who was severely lacking in empathy in this movie, but this is an essay about Nari, so I'm not going to bother touching on everyone else). This is a direct contradiction to her characterization in Wizards, where she was shown to care deeply for the people around her, and displayed genuine distress whenever they were in danger or suffering.

Nari also persists in being pointlessly cryptic for the entirety of the movie because....reasons. Before the Order breaks Douxie's body-swap spell, she tells Jim, "Trollhunter make ninth configuration--the Kronosphere will make right." Which, of course, doesn't help him in the slightest. And when they finally succeed in rescuing Nari, she doesn't elaborate or explain this at all. She just says it again. Listen, I can get behind Nari being Insanely Ancient, and maybe a little out of touch with modern trends, but I'm fairly certain that Wizards Nari at least knew how to communicate. She never showed any inclination towards being cryptic or mysterious on purpose, at least. We're never given any explanation for Nari's sudden lack of clarity, so I guess it was just there for plot reasons. Which makes it that much more infuriating.

Also I don't know why, but the little "Hehe!" Nari does when Douxie pulls her into a hug kind of grinds my gears, because Nari, love, this is a really serious moment, you were just snapped out of mind control and your siblings are currently rampaging across globe in giant magical mechs, why are you giggling like a four-year-old and not, idk, SOBBING IN A MIXTURE OF RELIEF AND HORROR BECAUSE YOU WERE ALMOST PART OF WHAT DESTROYS THE EARTH?! AS THAT WOULD BE A MORE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE TO WHAT JUST HAPPENED????!!!!! But that's just a stupid little nitpick.

Now this is not me saying that Nari's characterization in the movie is objectively bad. Actually, it's kind of fitting for the Tales of Arcadia brand of humor--Super ancient demigoddess who houses the power to completely destroy the earth is also kind of a clueless ditz and needs to be babysat like a toddler. If she had not been introduced in Wizards, I would've been fine with this. But, much like the rest of the movie, Nari's vastly different characterization felt a tiny bit like a betrayal, and it consistently bothered me in every single one of her scenes. It also kept me from feeling the full impact of her death--seriously, I didn't cry at all when she was killed. Which....yeah, I'm just as surprised as you are.

So anyways, if you've made it this far, thank you so much for the ask, Non! Normally I have a bit more self control than to just....essay-dump like this, but honestly I've been thinking about this for way too long, and I had to get it out of my system. 🥴 And to anyone who really liked Nari's characterization in RotT--that's totally valid! Again, I don't think it was a bad characterization. It was just very inconsistent with her character as she was introduced to us in Wizards. And I just happen to prefer Wizards Nari over RotT Nari. 🌿✨

#tales of arcadia #toa #rise of the titans #rott spoilers #toa nari #niki answers #long post

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Do What You’re Told

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Here’s Part 4 of our dirty adventures with Dom!Jax... featuring more smutty kinks from requests that came in, and some fluffy aftercare at the end! (Recommend reading Parts 1-3 before this final installment – links above! *Note that if Part 3 was too dark/degrading for you, Part 4 is a bit less intense, more like Parts 1 and 2. And the fluff at the end is SUPER FLUFFY, so there’s that too!*)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, edging, squirting, punishment, praise kink, spanking, rough sex, dom!Jax, dom to the fucking max, PLUS AFTERCARE AND LOVE AND FLUFF AND STUFF!!

Word Count: ~2.7k

... Continued from Part 3 [Read Here]

... And I’m gonna make sure it hurts.

You’re already in pain, at the force of his words. But this isn’t a game; there is more, so much more, still in store. And you’re both getting off on this absolute fucking torture.

Where you lie with your senses deprived—rendered blind, muffled mouth and hands tied—all your focus descends to the ache between your shaking thighs. You’re so desperate and wet that it feels like you’re actually going to die. And you honestly might. That’s how badly you need Jax’s dick to destroy you, to fill up your cunt and fulfill all the needs even deeper inside...

As he always does, Jax reads your mind. Leans in closer, lips ghosting across the soft skin of your neck with each word that he says, which feels fucking divine. “Bet you’re dying to cum. Aren’t you, bitch. Do you think you deserve such a privilege?”

Shaking your head, you continue to tremble like mad; you can feel Jax’s body weight shift on the bed. He’s on all fours on top of you now, primal and powerful as an animal ready to pounce, as that damn mouth begins drifting down. His slick tongue traces over your collarbone, making you moan, dipping into the hollow of your gasping throat, and then—holy shit—down to your tits.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he gushes, and the praise has you giddy with bliss. It was so unexpected, given that his dirty talk up till this moment has been downright wicked. As much as you love it, and need it, apparently praise is a whole other kink for you, too. If he’s looking to get you all heated, this shit is the ticket. “The way you surrender so sweetly.... completely... the way you submit. All tied up for me... desperate and needy... mmm, so fucking slutty. So pretty.”

Through his words, Jax keeps licking and nipping all over the sensitive flesh of your tits. Feels so good it hurts, blowing your senses to bits. Then those damn hands of his start to wander all over your body, his every move skillful and steady. The heat of the moment has both of you heaving and sweaty. He knows just how badly you need him to fuck you already.

“I bet I could get you to cum in a second,” he reckons. “One flick of my tongue on that dripping wet cunt. Would you like that, slut? That what you want?”

You groan into your gag, on the edge of your climax already and not sure if you can hold back...

Yet you’ll have to. Your right to cum doesn’t belong to you. Never has. That power and that privilege, like every other part of you, belongs to Jax.

The moment his fingers reach down to brush over your pussy and finally make contact... it feels as if every damn cell in your body is under attack. God, just a feather of a touch and you’re already turned to mush. Your pulse pounds in your skull like waves crashing, limbs thrashing, impulsively arching your back...

But that’s too fucking bad. Jax is not having that. “You don’t get to cum till I say you can. Understand?”

Fuck, it hurts just to summon the strength to obey his command...

His thumb circles over your clit, as he pushes two thick fingers suddenly into your slit. “Ughh—you’re so fucking soaked, holy shit...” he explosively grunts. Reaching up with his free hand, he roughly gropes one of your tits. “Yeah, that’s it. Be a good little cunt. Don’t you dare fucking cum. Or there’s gonna be some fucking serious punishment.”

That sounds like fucking hell. But also heaven, if you’re honest with yourself. Jesus Christ, Jax Teller has fucked you over so well.

Though you know that your role is to do what you’re told, you just can’t help but wonder how good it would feel to have Jax fucking punish your holes. You feel guilty and filthy for even imagining breaking commandments on purpose. Your job is to worship, obey, be of service. But if the consequence for disobedience is punishment... and if punishment is what you really want... isn’t it worth it?

Next thing you know, Jax’s sinful mouth slides further down your bare torso and starts to go dangerously low. And you’re no longer able to think; you have lost all control over every damn thing. When his tongue glosses over your throbbing wet cunt, you explode, on the instant, although you know you don’t deserve it. His mouth on your clit is pure magic—he’s too fucking perfect...

“Fucking shit,” Jax growls under his breath as your juices splash onto his beautiful face. You just wish you could watch, as he buries his face in your crotch. He’s unable to stop, lapping up every drop; always did love the way that you taste. “Look at that. Dirty slut. Fucking squirting all over the place. Didn’t I tell you to do as I say?”

Yes, sir, but there was just no fucking way... you’re still riding so high, from how hard you just came, unable to reply, or to even remember your name.

“You think this is a game?” he snarls as he suddenly shifts higher up over your helpless body. Aggressively snatching the panties that he had stuffed into your mouth, yanking them out, to gag you with his tongue in its place, in a kiss that devours your face, letting you taste your own soaking shame. The flavor of just how disobedient you had been, how fucking naughty. “Like the way you taste? Yeah, you like sucking your pussy juice off of my face? Filthy bitch. Bet you want to get punished. Well, if that’s the game, this is how we’re gonna play.”

He then swiftly unfastens the ropes at your wrists, and manhandles you into another position of total submission: facedown on the bed with your ass in the air as he grabs a handful of your hair in his dominant fist. God, you can’t fucking wait to get punished like this. From where he kneels behind you, his massive cock grinds up against your ass crack, as he pulls your hair violently back.

“Now I want you to keep fucking count. Nice and loud. You got that?” he rasps, as the nails of his other hand scrape in a line down your sharply arched spine, then dig into the flesh of your ass. Ugh, you want this so bad... Jax still has more to say, before he dishes out the first smack. “And with each count, you’re gonna tell me and show me just how sorry you are for the stupid mistake you just made. For the rule you decided to break. Bitch, whatever I give, you will take.”

“Yes—yes, sir...!” you answer, grateful now that the gag is removed from your lips, so that you can express just how badly you want this.

“You’re gonna convince me that you’ve learned your place. Learned to do as I say. Better scream loud and clear,” Jax growls into your ear, “because if I don’t like what I hear... then you don’t get to cum for a whole fucking year.”

Before you can even react to the notion of that, his hand finally comes down on your ass with the first brutal smack.

“Fuck...!” you groan, your mind totally blown upon impact.

“That’s not a number, you pathetic little cunt.”

“One!” you shout, rushing then to spout desperate apologies out of your mouth, just as he had demanded. “I’m so fucking sorry for being so naughty, it won’t ever happen again, I’m so sorry...”

His hand comes down harder now. “Stupid slut. Sorry what.”

“S-sorry, sir!” you stammer, heart thudding like a damn jackhammer. “Sir, I’m so sorry...”

“Lost count already?”

“Two!” you scream, though by now he is onto the third, and he’s making them hurt. “Three! Three, sir, thank you for spanking me!”

“Mmm, that’s a good little whore. You want more?”

“Yes sir, please...” you can barely support your own weight on your knees. But you don’t dare collapse, desperate to stay in perfect position for each set of slaps. “F-fuck... four...!”

“What’s your purpose in life, whore?”

“To serve you, sir! You fucking own me; I’m yours... I’m a fucktoy that only exists for your pleasure... sir, I promise I won’t disobey orders, ever again... never...”

Time becomes a complete fucking blur. You can barely remember the numbers, but Jax keeps on dishing out smacks, each one savage and stronger, and somehow you keep track, for this is exactly what feeds both your hungers. Then at some point he finally aligns his huge cock with your crack, once he cannot hold back any longer.

“You think you’re ready for this dick?” he teases, rubbing the leaking pink tip against your swollen pussy lips, loving the way your cunt squeezes and drips. “You fucking better be, you dirty little bitch. You’ve fucking earned it.”

At this point you’re lucky to manage to form any words. “Oh fuck—shit... thank you, sir...”

He spreads apart your legs, then leans down lower now, soft lips grazing the back of your neck. You can feel the sweat drip from his brow, and the devilish smirk on his mouth with the words that he says. “Don’t thank me yet. This cock is gonna knock you dead.”

And that is exactly what happens next. Jax Teller’s monster cock rips through your dripping wet pussy and tears it to shreds. This is more than just sex—this is wreckage, in every damn sense, and you’re pretty sure your body just shattered into a million pieces and scattered all over the bed. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, to the beat of your heart. And yet somehow this feeling of being so broken apart... feels like everything coming together.

You come undone just as soon as it starts. And don’t want it to end, ever. You’ve never felt such intense, painfully perfect pleasure. Stars flutter across your vision as you give yourself over in utter submission to Jax Fucking Teller. The way that he owns you is so raw and rough and yet so full of love. This sensation of absolute bliss... God, you honestly want him to just keep on fucking you, loving you like this, forever.

But no matter how endless your love is, the body has limits, of course—even yours—even his, despite what a damn sex god he is. So the sex is over in a matter of minutes. Maybe seconds. Whatever. Same difference.

But the aftereffects... this fucking afterglow... like, whoa. You stare into the black emptiness of your blindfold and are pretty sure you can see through to the heavens and count all the stars in a row. Jax is the only star that matters, though. The sun itself, your literal angel, his love the only heaven you will ever need to know...

Your mind is so blown that you’re barely sure what’s happening on earth, but you can sense his presence as he gently turns you over on your side, lifting the blindfold from your eyes, settling into place then to embrace you from behind, kissing your shoulders and your neck and cheek and every inch of you that he can find, for everything you’re worth, a hundred shades of soft and slow.

His warm hands soothe the skin of your wrists, massaging the faint marks from the ropes that he’d tied, as his loving lips soothe to the core of your soul with each kiss. Loving you back to life, after you had so blissfully basically died. Fucked to death in a way that fulfilled you so deeply inside.

“You are so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect,” he whispers it over and over again, as he kisses your face and your neck, words imprinting against every inch of your skin. Every cell of your body melts into his touch. “I love you, Y/N. Love you so fucking much.”

You would say the words back, but your heart is so full that you fear it might crack. So you let yourself stay in the haven of his sturdy forearms, so safe and so warm, and just bask in the love that you’re feeling from Jax. For he always knew just how much you love him, too. Never needed to ask.

Once some time has passed, Jax finally lets up his kisses-and-cuddles attack and lies back to relax, one hand lazily stroking your back. “You need anything, babe? Say the word and it’s yours,” he murmurs. “If you don’t tell me, I’m gonna have to surprise you. You know, read your mind like I always do.”

You turn around now to lie down on your other side, leaning in toward him so you can gaze up at his gorgeous face. “Really? Like on our first date when you ordered the one ice cream flavor I happen to hate?”

He rolls his blue eyes with a laugh and a sigh. “Hey, you know you liked it once you tried it—don’t tell me that wasn’t the best thing you ever ate...”

Smiling and cuddling into his chest, you press your lips against it in a soft kiss as you fondly reminisce. “You had me slobbering all over something better by the time the date was over, so I guess it didn’t matter anyway.”

“Damn straight,” he agrees, pulling you toward him more closely. “But seriously—I don’t know, doughnuts and coffee? Pizza and a movie? Full-body massage and braid your hair? You know I’m all about the service, darlin’, so my middle name is aftercare. Or we could sit and talk about our feelings? Maybe take a nice long hot shower together...?”

All of those things sound fucking amazing... but right now there’s one thing that feels even better. “Just shut up and hold me, Teller.”

He’s more than glad to go along with that. “Okay, babe. Whatever you say.”

In light of what had gone down earlier today, you can’t help but reply in a playful way, taking on a theatrical tone of command and control. “That’s right, Jackson. Do what you’re told.”

He laughs again, the laugh that lights up your entire world. “Guess that line’s never gonna get old... you know, outside the bedroom I promise that’s gonna be my role.”

You know Jax will never forgive himself for what had happened, no matter how quick you had been to forgive him. “To listen? Be submissive and obedient?”

“Mm-hmm. Always. No matter what stupid shit I might say in the moment. My alpha male ego rears up now and then, but I promise I won’t disrespect you like that again, ever again,” he vows, holding you even closer now. “Deep down you know I’m your bitch, Y/N. You are my queen. Always have been.”

God, you could die from just how much you love him. The way Jax just admitted he’s totally pussy-whipped by you is really adorable, but on some level you want to devote yourself to him in real life as well—while still being a strong independent woman, self-sufficient and respectable. There’s no use in trying to hide it or fight it. “Well, let’s not let it get too one-sided... we can talk more about respect in our relationship and all that shit some other day. But for now let’s agree that when it comes to sex, you will always be king, okay?”

Your man is totally on board with that plan. “Sure thing. Gives my alpha male ego a great way to play, and you seem to be... into it...”

“Maybe, a little bit.”

“Baby, you love that shit. Almost as much as I love you.”

“Yeah, guess I do. Love you, too.”

For the next several hours the two of you cuddle up under the covers, melt into each other, and make out like innocent lovers. The slut in you can’t help but wonder how long it will take till he’s ready to play king again... but you’ll wait till he makes the first move. And will happily just keep on cuddling till then. Because with you and Jax Teller, the only thing that’s better than the sex has always been the love.

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askthekuvaqbrothers · 3 years

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Seagull giving Rufus hell over wrecking sth. and the brothers (and Hermes) reacting to that. Your choice if you make it angsty, mischievous or hurt/comforty

(TW: Blood, Injury, Child Abuse (Seagull is a bad human))

“Now, this is going to the mayor-”

“I'll take it!!"

Rufus leapt from his seat, dashing and jumping for the box that was much too high to reach.

“Now Rufus, this is fragile, so I don't think-"

“Pleeaaaase! I promise to be careful! Promise promise!"

Cletus swung his legs, absently patting Poisonous, “Why do you really want to go?"

“I wanna go see the Mayor! He's a big important guy who found clean water and made all of Kuvaq! Dad says we should be thankful to him for giving us a home, and I bet he has all sorts of neat stuff in his house.”

“And there it is, stuff.” Cletus rolled his eyes at his brother’s kleptomaniac tendencies, but Rufus seemed undeterred.

“Pleeeeeeese!”

Hermes stared down into those pleading eyes and felt himself melt. He knew he’d gotten soft after building the prototypes, but playing the role of Father to these three had been swaying his objective views to subjective ones.

“Alright, but be careful.”

He rested the item in Rufus’ hands, not letting go until he was sure the boy had a secure hold on it. Rufus grinned up at him, and with a small skip in his step, hurried out the door. Neither Cletus nor Argus spared a look, but Hermes' gaze lingered after.

“…Could you two please follow after him? I worry-”

Cletus sighed, “That's all he brings-"

Argus snagged his brothers’ sleeve, fixing him with a ‘don’t start’ look.

“We'll go.”

With an audible groan, Cletus let himself be dragged out the door. The two didn’t have to travel far to catch up with Rufus, who had quickly given up on the more energetic movement, and was now slowly strolling across town, twisting his delivery in hand.

“If you break it, Dad won’t trust you with anything anymore.”

Startled, he almost dropped it, but managed to resecure his grasp and glare over his shoulder.

“Why are you here?”

“Dad sent us to keep an eye on you because, you know...” Cletus made a general gesture to his hazardous brother, though Rufus didn’t look to understand.

“He doesn’t trust you.”

Argus’ blunt words got through faster, and now Rufus chose to get upset.

“Why would he not trust me?! I’m SUPER trustworthy!”

There was an intake of air from Cletus, which was quickly stopped by an elbow to his ribs. Choosing the option of least argument, Argus pushed Rufus and dragged Cletus along, following the most direct path to the mayor’s private residence. It was a separate building behind the Town Hall, though almost equally large, apparently filled with belongings that didn’t fit in his office. A steep ramp angled up to the front door, where Rufus stopped their parade at the bottom. He turned to his brothers, and pointed to the ground.

“Wait here.”

“What? After coming all this way?!”

“Yes, Dad put me in charge of this, and I don’t want you messing things up.”

“Me-?!”

Cletus got a hand over his mouth, while Argus’ other hand waved Rufus on.

“Yeah yeah, hurry up.”

With a wide smile Rufus dashed up the ramp, knocking on the mayor’s front door. After a moment, it was opened by the mayor’s secretary Plovera.

“Delivery for Mr Mayor!”

The lean woman stared down, expression entirely blank, save for the eventual twitch in her eyebrow.

“Oh, please come in. The mayor won't be long.” She ushered the boy inside, “Please refrain from touching anything. You may wait on the chair over there.”

She pointed to a lone chair next to a statue of a large, furry beast. As Rufus wandered in, completely distracted by everything before him, Plovera closed the door behind them.

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Time was passing slowly without their whirlwind of a brother around.

Argus kicked at the dust and Cletus plucked at a loose thread on Poisonous, neither particularly focused. Due to the heavy metal sheets that built up the walls, they hadn’t heard anything from inside, though normally not even the laws of nature could prevent the sound of Rufus’ destructive force. Cletus opened his mouth to suggest they wait in the comfort of their own home rather than the filthy outside-

There was a ground shaking THUD, ringing through the metal behind them. The two shared a look at finally hearing a typical Rufus caused noise, though the sound of someone else shouting was growing louder too.

As Argus and Cletus turned towards the mayor's dwelling, the door flew open, and the body of their brother came tumbling down the ramp, stopping as an unceremonious heap just past the end.

“YOU INFERNAL LITTER BUG!”

The booming voice of Mayor Seagull called out as he stormed down toward the boys, furry in his face and posture, and a sudden burst of flames licking at his heels from the building behind. Both Argus and Cletus recoiled at the unbridled rage he radiated, stepping back in time with his own steps forward. When their heels collided with Rufus’ twisted limbs, they both snapped out of their trance.

Argus turned enough to check his red-haired brother, carefully making out the shaky rise and fall of his chest. Alive- good, but hurt, the sight of blood and fast forming bruises triggering something in his mind. He glanced up to check on Cletus, but his green-haired brother was already gone, so his attention returned to Seagull. Something deeply ingrained in his core was telling him how to act, reminding him of the two things he’d always been aware of;

Directive One: Protect and Serve Elysium(?) Hermes.

Directive Two: Protect and Serve the Organon(?) his brothers.

At this moment, with his brother lying still, Directive Two was compromised, so counter action was called for. Argus knelt and plunged his hand off the side of the walkway, clenching a fist around the first thing it touched, wrenching a piece of metal free from the rest of the junk. It was rough edged and not very long, cutting into his own hand, but it classified him as armed and that was all he needed to run at Seagull. The man seemed to startle at the intended attack, but quickly recovered and stepped aside, easily avoiding the boy’s short reach.

They both turned back to face each other, and Argus charged again. The large man was ready for him this time, kicking as he came into reach, foot colliding with the boys’ upper arm and sending him flying.

“The INSOLENCE, the AUDACITY! Has no one taught you MANNERS, BOY?”

Argus picked himself up, adjusted his grip, and charged again. Seagull didn’t move this time, grabbing the arm with the weapon when it came in reach, holding it out to the side as he glowered down at the struggling child.

"Pay attention when your elders are talking, boy.” He twisted the limb enough to make him drop the improvised weapon, “I should have recognised from the start that your family was more trouble than it’s worth. Nothing but discarded scrap!”

He had nothing to say to the man, and his wriggling failed to loosen the grip, so instead Argus curled himself in on Seagull’s arm. He dug his free fingers into the soft joints of the trapping hand and wrapped his teeth around the largest soft space, earning him release and a shout of pain. In the free moment, Argus retrieved his weapon and swung it with all his strength into Seagull’s thigh, breaking through fabric and skin.

“YOU MONGREL!”

Seagull swung downwards, fist colliding with Argus’ brow. Skin split and flecks of blood flew, but Argus caught himself before he completely dropped, glaring up through the haze of red slipping into his eye. Seagull pulled back and moved to swing a kick, but found a weight around his ankle.

Looking down, Rufus was awkwardly wrapped around the mayors’ leg, uselessly biting into his pants. With a growl of frustration, Seagull added enough power to swing the boy along with his leg, colliding brother with brother to send them both tumbling away. When they came to a rest, Argus forced his clear eye to open, only to see the mayor swiftly approaching again. From his position sprawled over his chest, Rufus coughed, showering Argus’ arm in red flecks.

Seagull was towering over them again.

Metal piece still in hand, Argus threw it at the man’s head, hoping for the throat or an eye, but only managing to catch him in the cheek. In response, with a loud growl, the man drew a leg up and brought it down on the two of them, drawing out a strangled noise as the air was knocked from their lungs.

“What is going on here?!”

Hermes and Gizmo arrived on the scene, with Cletus closely trailing behind. Both men looked shocked at the sight before them, with Hermes paling when his eyes fell upon his bloodied sons. Gizmo hesitated in the moment, but when Seagull went to swing at the downed children again, he flicked to law enforcement mode and stepped in to restrain him.

“Stop! This is excessive force!”

Seagull writhed in the hold, pointing towards Rufus, “This is self-defence! That one almost killed me!”

Gizmo did spare a look between the child and the flames still flickering in the building, but he remained firm in his first choice.

“Hermes, take your boys to my clinic and do what you can while I secure the mayor.”

He snapped out of his shock, “R-right, of course.”

He quickly moved in, stooping down to pick up the worryingly still Rufus. Cletus moved with him and offered a hand to Argus with controlled reluctance, lifting his brother to his feet. Hermes spared one look up into the face of the man who had once offered shelter and work to a complete stranger, before the hateful glare became too much. He stood without further delay and headed directly to the ever-familiar clinic.

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Hermes fumbled with a roll of bandages, muttering under his breath as he failed to untangle the length. There was a shake in his arms, and his old heart felt as though it would give out if it continued to beat at its current rate. He couldn’t get that angered face to leave his mind, and it was dredging up memories he’d longed to forget.

“Dad?”

He was doubting everything again, all his life choices he’d made to this point. He was trying to do better, trying to do what he could to better the lives of those around him, but still he couldn’t find a solution to make everyone happy. If he couldn’t even help this settlement, how could he find a new solution to save both Elysium and Deponia-?

“Dad…”

A small hand laid atop of his own. Hermes stopped fiddling, raising his gaze to Argus. He was sitting on the edge of the examination table, eye swollen closed with blood still dribbling down to stain his now torn shirt. Despite his injuries, his expression remained determined, and his posture was taught, ready for another fight.

“…I don’t believe it’s safe here.”

“What tipped you off?”

Cletus was seated on the floor by the clinic's entrance, similarly ridged with Poisonous in a death grip. His eyes flicked wildly anytime there was a noise.

“It’s okay now, Gizmo is handling the mayor. We’re fine.”

Neither of the boys relaxed. Seeing them like this truly reminded him what they were: children in form, but programmed soldiers, made to serve their purpose to the death. It had been wishful thinking they would break their instilled nature with a bit of civilian life. He rolled the ball of fabric in hand, and it unravelled.

“To remain would be too great of a risk.”

“And where do you suggest we go? Find a hole somewhere?”

They spoke around him. Standard Organon would follow procedure and upper command, but these three had more free thought that conflicted with each other, letting them discuss and plan. He carefully began wrapping Argus’ head, the boy ignoring the action.

“There are other settlements.”

“That are very, very far away. And could potentially be worse than here.”

“A potential threat is better than an imminent threat.”

“A hundred potential threats are MUCH worse than one manageable threat. Besides, you haven’t really proven yourself capable of even defending one little idiot from a threat.”

As Hermes tied off the bandage Argus dropped his head, glancing back at Rufus who was lying behind him. His external injuries were covered, but he was still breathing shallowly. They had to wait for Gizmo before they could find out what internal damage there really was.

“…”

After checking the damage to his boys, Hermes understood what they were talking about. He’d put trust in Seagull, and ignored the man’s shortcomings over the generosity of a home and job, but he knew deep down there would be no forgiveness from the mayor. He would now be a constant antagonist in their lives should the grudge hold, and they’d have to watch their step at every point in town. Perhaps it really was time for them to move on. The only settlements he knew were close to Ascension stations, and therefore Organon bases, but maybe this was a sign he should return and try to convince Ulysses and the Elders once more. The only problem would be what would become of the three-

Rufus groaned, which suddenly became coughing as he stirred. Argus spun to inch closer to his brother, putting his hands down to stop him from trying to sit up. Hermes did similar, though he chose to rest a hand on his head, avoiding the suspected broken bones and bruised organs.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just stay there, don’t move. We’re here.”

The coughing continued, and when he managed to turn his head a trail of spit and blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Hermes grabbed a rag to wipe it away, waiting as seconds ticked by before the coughing subsided into shaky breaths. Argus remained still watching closely, and to Hermes' surprise, Cletus was now standing by the bed too. Finally, Rufus managed to open an eye.

“… ‘s wr-ng ..ur face?”

Cletus snorted, though his shoulders relaxed a little, “Should I fetch a mirror?”

Argus made a shooing motion, but kept his eyes fixed on Rufus, “Can you tell us where you’re hurt?”

Lips twisting into a slight pout, Rufus subjected his family to an agonizingly slow blink, long enough that Hermes almost considered shaking him to check if he was still conscious. Once they were open again, his gaze fell somewhere in the distance.

“…’vrywher-?”

“Very helpful.”

Hermes allowed himself a small smile, glad to hear his son's banter again, but his nerves were still running his heart. They were made to be hardy, but internal injuries were still a potentially fatal thing, and Gizmo was taking longer than he’d hoped. He patted Argus on the shoulder.

“Don’t let him fall unconscious again, best to try to keep him talking. I’m going to find Gizmo.”

Before he could turn a hand grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, while another balled around his trouser leg. The looks of concern he got were both heart-warming and eerie, with even Rufus managing to swing his eyes over. They were probably worried about him coming across Seagull.

“Please, it’s okay to worry about yourselves, I’ll be fine.”

Their looks continued, tiny fists grounding him on the spot. The longer he looked, the more their wide eyes shimmered, flicking to each sibling briefly, and after a long moment it began to dawn that he was wrong.

They were worried about themselves, about each other.

And they were looking to him for guidance, for reassurance as a figure of authority- no, as their guardian.

He’d thought he’d gone soft and was playing the father role well, but it was now clear that wasn’t true. He’d still been Hermes the Engineer this whole time, trying to do his old work in a new environment, still hung up on his past failures, still seeing his creations as things when right now it was clear that they were children; hurt, scared, unsure and looking to the one person who had always been there for them.

He had to realise that he wasn't responsible for the world’s problems; he had his own little world right in front of him.

And he needed to make them his priority right now.

He needed to be their father, first and foremost.

#deponia #rufus #cletus #argus #hermes #kuvaq brothers #deponia au #gizmo #Seagull #TW blood #TW injury #TW child abuse #Aaaaah whump #Mmh this got out of hand so I had to wrap it up #How do I pace things ahhhh #Long post

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Obey Me: The Brothers Accidentally Trigger an Abused MC: Satan (4/7)

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on abuse or mental health. I’m not portraying how one should respond to these situations, only how I think the characters might. Abuse and trauma in particular are very complex topics, and people respond in all sorts of ways to them, and sometimes it gets really bad on all sides.

I can only draw from my personal experiences as well as those of people who have shared their stories or who I’m close with. There’s no one narrative of abuse and how it affects someone, so what I’m familiar with might not be what you’re familiar with. Let’s try and all be respectful of each other.

Content Warnings: Heated arguments, reference to past abuse, parental abuse, trauma response, breaking down in tears, this is quintessential hurt/comfort y’all, buckle up

It’s Satan’s turn! The fun thing about Satan is he’s super in control of himself until he absolutely isn’t, and then it’s terrible for everyone involved.

Lucifer (X), Mammon (X), Leviathan (X), Satan (you are here), Asmodeus (X), Beelzebub (X), Belphegor (X)

That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest of us. At first glance, he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving. [...] He may flash you a pretty smile like that, but you had better be careful because it is all an act.

MC had been warned about the Avatar of Wrath the day they arrived in the Devildom. While his brothers wear their sins on their sleeves, Satan keeps his almost entirely under wraps. His anger comes out like steam from the edges of the lid covering a boiling pot, hissing quiet but heated remarks, only exploding into something more dangerous if disturbed.

But as they spent more time with him, MC found it harder and harder to associate Lucifer’s warning with the demon in front of them. Yes, Satan could be prickly if provoked, and he certainly has a fair share of issues to work through, but he wears soft sweaters, and reads trashy romance novels he hides under the jackets of more sophisticated looking nonfiction titles, and would turn the House of Lamentation into a cat shelter if left unsupervised. And so that warning became as serious to them as Mammon’s pitiful mugging attempt when they first met all those months ago.

An easy mistake.

As it’s so unusual for Satan to express his anger in an obvious manner, MC is very concerned when they see him storm off to his room surrounded by the flaming aura of barely-contained magic. They chase after him without thinking, wanting to comfort their friend.

Satan’s room contains more than a room of its apparent size should. A small tower bedroom should not be able to hold the sprawling library it does, but the looming bookshelves stretch far into the darkness nonetheless. Despite this, the books still spill out from the shelves and form piles all over the room and even circle overhead in lazy loops. Though today, their master’s wrath propels them faster and faster, moving more erratically and occasionally crashing into furniture when they fall too low.

MC forgets to knock.

Satan’s head whips around, eyes blazing.

The books move before he registers who’s standing in the doorway.

Years of practice throws their body low to the ground to avoid the projectiles, but he has more, he has more and he’s still mad, mad at me mad at me my fault my fault still more still more don’t move don’t move-

Footsteps, a voice, he’s yelling, he’s yelling, yelling at me I did it again no no no-

A hand reaches out to them.

“PLEASE DON’T-!” their scream rips out of their throat and Satan freezes.

MC’s eyes shine with tears, open wide and-

Staring.

At.

Him.

Like a monster.

Satan’s tail wraps around his leg tight enough to draw blood. “Well? What are you going to do, MC? Leave? Run away from the monster?”

They’re shaking, but can’t move from their position on the floor. “GO ALREADY! Or a couple of measly books will be the least of your problems!”

They scramble to their feet, barely upright as they half sprint, half tumble down the stairs.

A loud THUD echoes through the House of Lamentation as, for the first time in countless years, all of the books in Satan’s room fall to the floor, lifeless.

Until they burst into flames, and the spire hosting the Avatar of Wrath’s bedroom ignites in the roar of a viridian inferno.

It takes the careful spellwork of Lucifer, aided by a frantic Leviathan, to keep the fires sequestered to Satan’s tower. Even still, seeing the entire structure ablaze like that is terrifying for MC, both because of its unprecedented scale and the knowledge of who is causing it.

The brothers, minus Satan, congregate outside the House of Lamentation in a semi circle of annoyance. Levi, Asmo, and Mammon quickly get into an argument about whose personal items are more valuable and worth saving in the event of a house-wide fire, while the twins grouse about being pulled away from their very important activities of raiding the fridge and napping, respectively.

Both Lucifer and MC are not listening to them, for very different reasons. Their gazes are fixed on the burning tower, Lucifer a cool mask of stoicism and MC vacant and nearly unblinking. They stay like this for a long moment, as the bickering of the others settles into a hum of white noise.

“MC.” They start upon hearing Lucifer’s voice.

“You saw him just before this.”

A fit of blinking, ending with a sniff and a nod.

“I-I didn’t mean to- He looked so ups-set, I just…”

“Stop.” They freeze as Lucifer lowers himself to their eye level. He holds out his hand towards their shoulder and then pulls it back, thinking better of it. “I am not blaming you. Satan’s lack of self control is not your fault.

“What concerns me right now is your wellbeing.”

“O-Oh. Well, it was pretty startling, but I wasn’t burned or anyth-”

“What did he say to you that prompted such a strong response?” Silence. “This,” Lucifer gestures broadly to MC, “is not because of the fire. Something happened before, that upset the both of you. What was it?”

“SAAATAAAAAAAAAAN!”

Oh, that’s just who he needs to deal with right now.

A couple of choice curses flicker through Satan’s mind as he continues to sort through his books, cataloguing which ones were completely destroyed by the fire and which were unscathed or can be salvaged. He pulls out a charred book from a pile of ashes and dusts off the partially melted cover. It’s barely identifiable, but…

One of MC’s recommendations, a murder-mysterty from the human world.

He drops it like it was still burning.

Lucifer navigates through the scorched shelves and piles of wreckage until he finds his brother, curled in on himself in a crouched position and shaking, surrounded by the remains of the knowledge he holds so dear.

His lecture dies in his throat.

“Satan-” The demon in question cuts him off.

“Get it over with.”

Lucifer says nothing.

“Go ahead!” Satan’s voice wavers as he speaks, unfolding from his pose just enough to challenge his brother. “Let me have it: I’ve tarnished Lord Diavolo’s oh-so-sacred reputation, I’ve ruined the exchange program, I have no self control, I-” He compresses back into himself. “I’ve terrified MC and they never want to speak to me again.”

“No,” Lucifer says. “For one, I think you understand well enough the consequences of your actions this time.”

When this provokes no response, he continues, “...and MC does want to speak with you.”

The expression on Satan’s face when his head snaps up to make eye contact with Lucifer reminds him of when the Avatar of Wrath was first born, all raw emotion and alert, untrusting eyes.

The conversation is painful, but very much needed. After hearing MC’s story, Satan is almost glad he just burned through the majority of his energy in that fire, as if he had even an ounce of it, he would dedicate it to tracking down and slaughtering MC’s loathsome parents. But for them, he pushes the feelings aside. For now.

He apologizes (many times) in words, but even after MC repeatedly tells him it’s okay and they understand, he doesn’t quite stop. His apologies manifest in actions instead: soft, concerned glances in MC’s direction when his brothers get into a spat; an outstretched hand and an offer to go on a walk when they’re feeling overwhelmed; book recommendations with recurring themes of overcoming trauma and not necessarily forgiving those who abused you.

He also adds something new to his room: a little enchanted tablet by the doorway displaying an unusual “weather” report. Thanks to special sensors placed throughout Satan’s room, the tablet can pick up the level of magical activity in the area and display an appropriate warning. Since he knows how volatile he can be when in an especially bad mood, Satan explains that the monitor will say what he can’t. Since it also measures the velocity of the flying books, it doubles as a pretty good warning service for incoming projectiles as well, he adds sheepishly.

“I know how hard it can be to forgive someone who’s hurt you, even accidentally. I’m so grateful you’ve given me a second chance, MC, and I fully intend on never letting it go to waste.”

Lucifer doesn’t address the final part of Satan’s remark. He doesn’t need to. His silence says enough.

Satan has done it. He’s turned away the only person who ever saw him as a unique person. The worst case scenario, the unthinkable nightmare, realized.

He’s fine. More than fine. He throws himself into his studies, marks higher than ever. While his smiles have never reached his eyes, they barely appear on his face at all. His mask is a fragile apathy that quickly crumbles into irritation whenever someone notices it. With his mood more volatile than ever, even his brothers distance themselves, unsure of how to approach him. He only shows up during mealtimes, and barely at that.

Sometimes smoke drifts out from the tower his room is in. No one acknowledges this.

He respects MC’s wishes, gives them space and time aplenty. He can wait. He deserves to wait.

He deserves this.

#obey me #obey me! satan #obey me imagines #obey me: swd #obey me shall we date #mine #my writing #satan

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Gavin’s Chapter 26 Parallels- Analysis

This was in my drafts for the longest time, but now since new MLDD chapters are out (and with S2 coming), I thought I should finish this post.

I remember watching this chapter for the first time when it came out earlier this year, noticing parallels about Gavin’s time and behaviour displayed in the STF Observation Centre to other Gavin-related details.

Spoilers of Chapter 26 and future content below.

Gavin’s Encounter Summary

MC, with the help of Shaw and Litton, disguises herself as a man to enter the observation centre to find Gavin and clues about her lost Evol.

A device for Evol suppression is placed on every test subject in the centre, and she wonders the pain Gavin must be in.

MC, who? The name’s Mortimer Smith, ID number 134.

MC is placed with her roommate, another Evolver who lost control of their Evol around the TV tower incident.

He tells her, “as long as you don’t cause trouble and listen to the observers, you’ll get along okay.”

She tries to squeeze out some information about Gavin from him, but learns that it’ll be difficult since they don’t use names to address the Evolvers, but instead codes.

MC is summoned to "Evol examination" and MC has hope that she might see Gavin.

She walks down a long corridor with other Evolvers waiting to be examined.

She fails to notice a shadow in front and collides with a hard, sturdy chest.

Her foot slips and grabs onto the mysterious person’s arm as he holds onto her too.

She’s too embarrassed to look at his face.

She notes that the only thing in her vision was her trembling fingertips on his arms.

But without looking, she already knows the arms she’s in.

Emotions build up and she hears his heartbeat.

She grips his arms tighter as she begins to speak.

As the observers approach, Gavin finally looks up, his expression turning cold, and they are SHOOK.

He stares at MC for a long time then turns his head to walk on.

MC lets him walk past.

Her roommate looks at her in disbelief, surprised that she survived an encounter with “No.7" in one piece, thinking that she was “a goner for sure”.

She asks if they’re all afraid of him, to which he replies with a nod.

He says that No.7 is more terrifying than Observers themselves, but then retracts his statement.

Extra: So... has Gavin been having nightmares? :(

Observation Test Centre

The most obvious correlation from other chapters and mentions would be Gavin being named No.7 as his code name, as this number is always associated with him.

This analysis could just end here.

But wait- there's more.

High School

Said to be the “school tyrant” and seen as the outcast, Gavin chose to be misunderstood over conforming to rules- ones that he didn't agree with.

Gavin didn’t have friend groups like everyone else notably did (like MC and her group of friends as they walk down the hallways laughing as Gavin stares googly-eyed from a distance). He had stuck by himself and his own morals like a lone wolf (with his casual but not-so-casual buddy Minor).

MC's roommate: A lot of people that end up here all forms cliques to get along, but he’s always been a lone wolf. And he’s always dealt with anyone who crossed him. Just now you bumped right into him as if you were blind. I thought for sure you were going to get smacked...

Furthermore, Gavin was always the one to challenge authority, whether it would be school teachers or even his superiors later in life. MC stated that Gavin had once fought with a school teacher, but this was probably due to some misunderstanding or that they had existing prejudices against him.

“No.7! Why are you still standing there!?”

Observers continue to call out to him, but Gavin ignores them.

Gavin doesn’t fear that people won’t understand him- he knows that people don’t and won’t, which is also a contributing factor to why he doesn't feel the need to explain himself or his actions to anyone.

But this also is why he also had a rough journey from rightfully staying true to himself. Without any real support system within and outside of school life, Gavin suffered. Luckily, there was Mr Keller who was willing to listen to him. He told Gavin, “since you can’t change what others think of you, you might as well just listen to your heart". This had a great impact on him.

Additionally, Gavin fears for an entirely different reason. In fact, Gavin understands this sort of fear more than MC realises. Gavin was even more willing to throw himself into this mission when MC was gone because he really had no choice but to continue without her by his side. In Perilous Date, MC and Gavin talk about this its the closing moments.

MC: Gavin, you could be in danger at any time... Do you think it's worth it?

Gavin: I never thought about it... What if I say it's my destiny? Would you believe me? Don't worry. I won't put myself in harm's way again. Seeing you cry is just not worth it.

MC: Aren't you scared?

Gavin: I was never scared before when it was just me. But now... I am.

(Meanwhile MC now in the chapter: *crying*)

MC had kept him moving forward- to become stronger with his goal of protecting her, influenced by his father into joining special training in CN Tilted Time R&S. His father used MC again for Gavin to undergo modification to make his Evol stronger in Chapter 15.

Here’s an extra line that caught my eye:

He stares at MC for a long time then turns his head to walk on. She lets him walk past.

Parallels with their high school moments:

Gavin leans against a tree as he watches MC hurry down the corridor as she clutches a textbook. -[Boundary R&S]

Special Task Force

Gavin had returned to Loveland City as Special Agent B-7 to find MC at the very beginning.

Even now stripped of his STF title as Captain, he still embodies justice. With his current knowledge of the identities of Evol criminals, he’s even able to find and make good use of them as a distraction in the Observation Centre.

Gavin’s unapproachability and cold exterior are also highlighted.

MC's roommate: Just now you bumped right into him as if you were blind. I thought for sure you were going to get smacked...

But for MC, he learns from her how to live a more tender life [Spring Festival Date]. For her, he’d live. He’d also help her do anything just so that she wouldn’t have to shoulder anything- even the bare minimum alone. But he hadn’t reflected this upon himself to change- notably seen in Chapter 12-6.

MC: He wasn't like that before when he was with the squad?

Eli shook his head. He opened his phone and brought up a picture, handing it to me.

Eli: He was always like this before.

Gavin's face in the photo was a little immature. Wearing his military uniform, even though he was saluting, there was still an unmistakable look of proud aloofness and unruliness.

New Weapons

After leaving STF, Gavin’s newly appointed code name was NW717. He was able to gain new Evol power by undergoing remodelling experiments. Under NW orders, he snuck into the Observation Centre to find MC, believing that the Evolution Accelerator could lead to some clues.

And no matter what organisation Gavin's under, he’ll always find his way back to her.

This photograph has already turned slightly yellow and has a pretty-looking girl on it. After a while of thinking, I place the photograph next to Gavin’s pillow. Perhaps this way, he can have a good dream. -[CN NW Project R&S]

Emerging from NW, people still were terrified of Gavin, mostly because of his cold aura and powerful Evol, despite his good intentions and his attitudes towards justice. But to MC, he will always Gavin, despite seeming cold and unapproachable to others with this persona. He knows that she’s the one who knows the softer side of him, as the one who he feels is worthy of explaining himself to.

Gavin: You’re the only one I care about, other people’s opinions don’t concern me. -[Go See Him, NW Uniform]

Heart-wrenching reunion after 6+ months of being deprived of each other:

MC: Ga-

Observers: No.7! Why are you still standing there!?

They continue to call out to him, but Gavin ignores them.

He is stunned, his amber eyes freeze then flash with a knowing glimmer. He looks straight at her, his eyes gently caressing her.

Gavin super softly: Don’t cry.

Me: *cries*

Bonus: Gavin's Weibo has 7 beside his name! Additionally, his number in the motorcycle race on the latest date is 7, with his bike having written "B7" and "B7..." displayed.

#MR KELLER #THE DREAMIEST #I love how my format changes every time #mlqc gavin #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc #mr love queens choice #mlqc analysis #mlqc en

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Forest In Chains - Chapter 1

"500, 600, 700, 800, 900.." Garcello counts the cash in his hands after he was given the bag of money. After Tabi fell and didn’t get back up from the half-giant cutting loose and throwing him through the cage into the left most stands of the audience. After the red haze cleared. After basically running with fire and panicking the entire way. He still feels the burns and cuts on his arms, chest and face from Tabi's strikes. The bruising deciding to make itself known by the numbness hidden via his bangs on the left side of his face. The wounds just adding on in a pile especially when the reaper decided to stop fucking around and went all in... his body shivers as the pain compounds and the wind from the September season hits him while he sits on the bench waiting for the bus.

"You barely von that, child." a deep, voice spoke.

Garcello looks up and looks intrigued and surprised at who it belonged to.

"Ruv.." He noted looking up from his money and putting it away, quickly.

"You did not expect me?" He noted with a smirk,"Illegal fight, legal fight. I come to all, vatch them. Sarvente spoke of it being good move. I believe her."

The large Russian man walks over and sits down like a neighbor to Garcello on the bus stop. "But, I can go on many years speaking about her." Ruv noted,"Vhat about you, Young Smoke? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Garcello admits,"Just.. didn't expect to get cut and burned alive like I'm a fuckin piece of meat."

"Equalizers are not to be trifled vith. As gang or as fighters in vrestling circuit." Ruv chuckles,"Go to be undefeated, An equalizer gets sent, test you. It is cycle to see if you are actually good or you are veak bitch."

"Well, was i actually good?" Garcello laughs wryly,"Cause i feel like shit."

"No, you vere lucky, you use your strength. You are shit, but vorkable shit. Trainable." Ruv critiques as he takes out his vodka flask from his jacket. "So.. you're going to train me?" Garcello asked looking up as Ruv drinks. "Vin against Agoti or Vhitty." He directs looking to Garcello stoically,"Then I teach you. I vant to see if your are vorth time."Ruv takes another drink from his flask. Garcello takes out one of his cigarettes and lights it. A green light illuminates at the end as he inhales, steam and smoke coalesces and flares outward into a glowing green, mist smoke hybrid. "I see." He nods once,"And if I am worth your time?" "I train you.break you, see vhat you.. really are. Then ve progress from there." Ruv stated looking to Garcello with his lone, glossy eye. Almost seeming to look through Garcello and into him.Garcello shivers looking back. Friend? Enemy? "I see." He gets up as the bus is rolling up."Well for now.. I'm gonna get dinner and go home. Thanks for checking up on me." "Anytime. I do not like promising student, be jumped by Equalizer scum." Ruv chuckles with a grin. Garcello pales a bit, "Uh... what?" Ruv looks to the fellow titan with an incredulous stare,"You scraped out vin, but you also humiliated Tabi. Young Reaper vill vant revenge..." The Russian raises an eyebrow,"You did not expect that?" "But you beat some of the Equalizer's asses and you didn't get jumped!" Garcello points out as the whir of steam leaving the bus' brakes occurs and the door's open. "That is because of grace of God and grace of throwing truck across street." Ruv laughs wryly,"Now go, child. Before you are stuck here." Garcello waves Ruv off before getting on the bus and using his bus card. A satisfied beep of payment as he moves. Knowing the timer, he sits down quickly before the bus moves with a hiss of the breaks lifting from the ground and the bus hovers, flying down the roads and over ground locked travel.He looks out the window at the night sky and at the many lights below of Funk City. Advertisements, cars, city signs, street lights. Garcello lets his mind wander at the light pollution and the sound of hover cars flying by. Its mesmerizing. Watching everything just fly, zip, and zop by. Time could pass as the colors of the city and the energy takes him in. The concept when he was young had never gotten old or changed. The colors of the world, the lifeblood of the people moving, growing and just living. This is why he and his mother had migrated here. Such a decision had to be lived through not just decided on a whim. But this.. This wholesome peace and tranquility at this time. Away from the violence, the darkness and the weight of it all... Was a very big deciding factor. "One day... they will be able to feel this way.." Garcello resolves quietly as he looks down through the window to the city below. "Feel so.. free..." He coos starting to let the pain and tiredness get to him. Starting to fall asleep on the bus and get complacent in his space... until a growling, gurgling reminder makes itself painfully known in his core. The tender flesh of wounds on his abdomen only make it worse. His body went through hell.

It wants food, it needs it. He needs it. NOW. "First.... step... free myself." he grumbles softly as pain burns in his core and it forces him out of falling asleep and dragging on. Sitting up properly and starting to search for a close enough bus stop so he doesn't just add more suffering with a long as fuck walk that only lengthens the burning. Finding one, he pulls on the wire that signals the automated system to stop. The bus stops after a bit before landing with the soft 'woosh' of steam. Getting off the bus, he walks down the streets. Looking up to keep track of his own placement on the road, looking down to light a cigarette to ease some of the pain, looking back up now to search for those heavenly golden arches. After a minute, 6 cigarettes later.. the yellow and red light beams down upon his form. At this point, a soft, barely noticeable film of red covers everything and everyone that walks by and every sensation, smell and taste is heightened. Painfully so. "Finally..." he exhales, dry air hitting a watering, near drooling maw. He walks into the restaurant with a dragging motion of his feet. Garcello looms over to the counter with barely any real patience. People move away and those that don't, go quickly about their order then move. "Hi." he stated, "I would like.. the whole left menu. Twice. Add 6 McChicken meals. Super size it..." "I-is that-that all sir?" A timid female voice asked quietly. "Yes.." he confirms. Not really looking up. "It's going to be disc-discounted. Y-you don't mind right?" She asked.As she asks that, the red film sight as it was dies down a bit. Garcello looks up from the counter. There is only one person that ever asks about discounts in his mind. He looks at the attendant at the counter and sees the fuchsia and sky blue eyes looking up and right back at him from her gaunt, modest face and shivering, small frame. "Rebecca? What are you doin' here?!" He asked actually in shock. "Um.. well.." she shrugs,"I work here. Y/N got me the job, t-they're the manager." Garcello looks on in shock. He tilts his head back with an incredulous stare. Looking for you and seeing you wave a short, polite wave as you're working with the drive through attendants to ensure chaos is handled. Garcello looks back to Rebecca. "Don’t give me a discount girl just charge me normally. I'll treat ya." He says softly. "A-are you su-sure?" "Entirely." He nods handing over 80 dollars. "You were c-close but a bit over. Your price is 72 dollars and 12 cents." "I know." He nods,"Tips. Put the change in your pocket." Rebecca looks sheepish, looking down and shivering."B-but.." "Do it." He commands sternly. Rebecca takes the money, makes exact change and keeps it immediately. Every motion is fast and shaky like an unstable roller-coaster. "T-thanks..." she murmurs shyly poking her fingers together. "When are you two off?" He asked. "In.. 30 mins.." Rebecca looks up at Garcello. Her eyes narrow and she grimaces.."I'll get an ice baggy.. and. I'm going to be frank... I have questions. And if i have questions.. Y/N is going to want answers..." Garcello grinds his teeth,"Alright. I'll wait and we'll talk." Rebecca purses her lips then exhales,"Thank you." Garcello leaves from the counter and to one of the large benches at the furthest back of the restaurant and waits. Waiting, letting time pass as he patiently sits. His core burning with hunger and primal thoughts when the mental shock subsides. The herd is curious.. tell them. "I.. don’t want them in danger..." Lies are over... tell them something... they worry. They fear. "Garcello? Are you good?" You asked concerned, "Rebecca told me about.-" "The bruise on my face. I know." Garcello says as Rebecca comes over with the food trays. "Ice bag, 3 o clock?" Rebecca offers the baggie of ice. Garcello looks to it then takes the bag, wiggles up his cap and bangs, revealing the recently closed gashes, burns and cuts on his chin and face. Your eyes widen from the sight, brow furrowing in concern. "What h-happened?" Rebecca says before you do. You see Garcello is staring at the food, half listening. Mostly tired, dragging on fumes really. "No." You say then look to Garcello,"We talk. After you finish eating. Got it?" "Yes'm" Garcello nods once then finally let's his brain drop being alert.Rebecca looks to you with concern, she shakes more from anxiety. "Oh.. don't worry I know." Your reassure,"But overwhelming him is the last thing on my mind. I don't think this is a simple little 'fall' like last time anyway." "You want to h-hear it fro-from his mouth." You nod once and sit down before looking to Rebecca, she nods once with a small smile. "Both of us are signed out, we wont get in trouble with higher ups for over time."She confirms just before- CRUNCH! TEAAAR! SHHRRIIP! Garcello eats like they aren't there, there is no smacking noise. Just an absence of control from tiredness and physically going through hell. Hes going through hoops with food like a functioning sponge with water, trying to replenish what was forcefully squeezed out of him. Rebecca looks to you. "I.. haven't seen him like this.. or well this bad.. Do you think hes..." "I think so." you confirm," Maybe on drugs. But regardless of whatever it is... This cant be swept under the rug. Did you call Annie?" "I-I did." Rebecca nods,"She's coming as fast as possible. I warned her to not run red lights. I was promptly cursed out in German. I responded. She hung up knowing I was right." Garcello stops eating into his 6th McChicken. The man didn't unwrap the wrapper off, the whole ass sandwich is just getting murdered with his teeth. The devouring however stops short at the mention of Annie. With bloodshot eyes, he looks to Rebecca and you. "You.. are all going to be here?" he asked and you shake your head no. "No." You respond,"But. I'm happy you have a brain in there again. Because like it or not.. you're going to tell us what we need to know." Garcello pales in the face for a moment like he saw a ghost, his heart races in terror. His pupils contract as he knows hes cornered now. There is no wiggling out like before.

"We aren't g-going to hurt you, big guy." Rebecca coos softly. "I.. i know its jus'..." Garcello starts but its hard to put words together. "You know you can't bullshit us anymore." You finish looking at the man directly in his face. Garcello looks away looking down at the scraps of paper, unwrapped or just ripped apart making a mess on the table. "Yeah.. I cant." he confirms as Annie rampages in like a crashing tsunami and yells just as loud, scaring customers out of the restaurant. "NOW WHOMST THE FUCK JUMPED GARCELLO?! I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING BEAT THEIR SHIT IN!" Annie yells, her flesh is tinting blue from the glowing blue of her veins spidering from her skin. A sign of her stress before she drinks ‘the liquid’. "You bout to calm so i can explain." Garcello says strictly, unafraid as he’s been used to seeing the entity pour our from her veins and skin. He’s more than used to being attacked as he knows it doesn't like him. But for now it has no power here. Just like his other half. "Then talk." You egg on, as Annie takes a few breathes, grabs a chair and sits in it, the back of the chair acing the table."We're all listening." Garcello bites his lips. His S/O and his best friends, the core of the herd, his herd... now are looking at him like hes wounded. Doesn't help that he is on the outside and inside... ‘Now you gone and done it, Garcy.. but now.. what do you do now?’ He asks himself in his thoughts as he takes a deep breath in. Act as you are, You are alpha. Time to be a man.

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 10: Shop Till You Drop

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: Instalment 10 of mine, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @ohthankevans13 telling of Ransom’s quest to become a normal human being. This time Ransom takes on a Super Market…

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“Will you stop!” You sighed, exasperatedly.

“Stop what?” Ransom frowned, tossing another box of Pop Tarts into the trolley he was pushing round the Supermarket

“Loading the trolley full of crap!”

“Why?”

“Because we don’t need it.”

“So?” he shrugged “I want it.”

You let out another groan “That’s all it ever boils down to with you isn’t it?”

“What the fuck is eating you today?” he snarked back, folding his arms across his chest. “Or is more a case of nothing has eaten you, if you get my drift?”

“God you’re a fucking…” you growled and shook your head, “frankly the thought of you going near me at the moment makes me wanna puke. I’m tired. I have back ache and my legs are sore. We came in with a list and it should have taken us twenty minutes tops but oh no, you just keep stopping for a load of shit we don’t need and its taking us twice as long and I just want to go home!”

The last word broke as you began to sob, the damned hormones flooding your system and Ransom’s eyes flew open in panic. He was used to your little outbursts thanks to his spawn growing inside of you, but this was the first time you’d had one in public.

“Y/N, stop.” He urged you, moving round the trolley towards you. He hesitated, before he opened his arms, clearly not sure if you were going to slap him or not but you didn’t have the energy. Instead you let him pull you to him, pressing your face into his sweater, breathing in his heady scent. His hands gently ran up your back as you fought for control, eventually pulling away as you looked up at him. His large hands cupped your face gently and he pressed his lips to yours, smirking a little “And you say I’m a brat?”

“Fuck off, Ransom.” You pulled away.

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “Look, why don’t you-“ he fished into his jeans pocket and handed you the keys to the Merc “-go wait in the car? I’ll finish up.”

“You’re going to finish getting the groceries?”

“Yeah.”

You blinked, before you shrugged “Fine, but don’t forget anything on that list or I swear to God you’ll be couched for a week.”

“Jesus, Y/N.” He plucked the list out of your hand, rolling his eyes “Just go for fucks sake.”

You glared at him once more before you turned on your heel and left him in the middle of the aisle, without so much as a look back. As you left through the exit, you took a deep breath, instantly feeling calmer and you felt a little guilty at your outburst as he hadn’t actually been doing much wrong. He had always been a pain in the ass when it came to shopping and you’d tried so hard to get him to stay at home, but he was insistent that he came to help. You should be grateful really, you knew that, he was only trying to ensure you didn’t do too much but all it resulted in was him getting on your last nerve and an emotional outburst like the one you’d just had.

True to form he’d been a complete fucking tool from the moment you set foot in the shop. Completely ignoring you and piling anything and everything he liked the look of into the trolley, even if you knew half of it would go to waste. But that was him and his damned family all over. More money than fucking sense.

Fuck it, he could deal with it. You were going to take a nap in the comfy passenger seat whilst he finished. And woe betide him try anything when you got home later on that evening, if he so much as made a single amorous advance towards you that night you’d rip his cock off.

**** Ransom watched Y/N stalk off away from him an exhaled, loudly, whilst also giving himself a mental pat on the back for being smart enough to tell her to go and wait in the car. Allowing her to rest whilst he complete the shopping was most certainly going to put him in her good books. And, if he played his cards right and even unloaded the groceries at the other end, he’d most certainly get a bit of bedroom fun later on.

Yup, Ransom Drysdale was a clever bastard.

That said, he did feel a tad guilty. He knew she’d been struggling the last few days with her back and seeing her burst into tears in the middle of Whole Foods had made him realise just how much energy she was using growing their baby. Maybe he had been a bit of a pain in the ass, but he hadn’t meant to be. He just liked what he liked and seeing as money wasn’t an issue why shouldn’t he get it?

He glanced down at the list, there wasn’t that much left on it. So, he hastily made his way around the store allowing himself only one little detour for an unlisted item- some Lavender and Camomile bath salts for Y/N which he intended to use later when he drew her a bath to help her relax- and then made his way to the check outs.

This was the bit he hated, with a passion. Unloading and then waging a war with the damned items at the other end whilst he tried to bag them as quickly as the checkout ninja scanned them and slid them down to him. However, as luck would have it, today’s ‘ninja’ was more of a ‘nan-ja’, and to his relief the coffin-dodger took her time, having to bend so close to the screen to see the items her nose might as well have been touching it. This allowed him enough time to bag everything as Y/N did- raw meats separate, then chilled, frozen, fresh and tinned. He paused, as the final bag containing the 3 bottles of his preferred wine and a 4 pack of beer felt a little strained and he pondered double bagging. But decided against it. It was only going in the back of the car from the trolley, he’d just make sure to support it underneath.

Eventually the woman, who now he studied her must have been the same age as his fucking Great-Nana Wanetta, scanned the last item which was a bar of Y/N’s favourite chocolate he’d picked up from the stand at the end of the checkout, and turned to him smiling. She read out the total and he passed his card over, looking around as she scanned it and pressed a few buttons. Finally, the ordeal was over and he took his card and receipt before making his way back outside.

Job well done, even if he did say so himself.

He pushed the trolley over the car park, stopping only to hurl abuse at some absolute moron in a Toyota who nearly took him out when he skidded round the corner, and opened the trunk to the car. He loaded the bags, took the trolley back (well, he pushed it to the spare space besides he car because fuck walking over to the Trolley Park, that’s what they paid the simpleton in the hat and hi-viz to do) and made his way to the driver’s door. He dropped in besides his girl and she turned to face him, a smile spreading across her face as he handed her the Hershey’s.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Its ok baby.” He smiled at her as she leaned over to give him a soft kiss “Cooking my boy is zapping it outta you huh?”

“Just a tad.” She shrugged “But I shouldn’t have snapped. Thank you for finishing up.”

Ransom shrugged “No big deal.” he gave he another quick kiss before he put the car in reverse and drove towards the parking lot exit, a soft smirk playing on his handsome face

Yup, he was off Santa’s Naughty List for sure.

***** “Go and put your feet up, I got this.” Ransom assured you as you made your way to the trunk to help unload the shopping.

“Sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded, his arms wrapping around you from behind, large hands sweeping over the front of your jacket, softly caressing your bump. “It won’t take me long to unload and put it all away. Then we can curl up and I’ll order us that pizza you’ve been talking about all day.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck and you bit your lip. You had to admit, that did sound like a damned fine idea. And, to be honest, he was pretty good at unpacking groceries, that was one area he was actually trained in after years of you whipping him into shape.

“Okay.” You tilted your head round to look at him, giving him a quick kiss “Can you keep the mincemeat out for tomorrow’s dinner and the rest of the meat-“

“Can go in the freezer, yeah, I know.” He stepped back, reaching for a bag “I’m not a complete moron.”

“Debatable.” You muttered, ignoring the eye-roll that came your way as you turned around. You headed to the front door, your pace slow as your baby was doing what felt like the tango in your belly. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently, and you were convinced he was reacting to Ransom’s voice, something which you’d told him the previous night making him positively beam at you with pure unadulterated love on his features, something which you were sure no one but you saw. You rubbed your belly, a soft smile on your face, telling your unborn son to quieten down a little, and you’d just unlocked the door when you heard a loud yell, followed by the smashing of glass and a string of expletives from your husband.

“Mother fucking, asshole, bastard crap bag!”

You spun round to see Ransom stood with a carrier bag in his hand, the bottom flapping as it had completely given way. Green and brown glass littered your drive way as a pool of red-wine and beer swam around his expensive chukkas. He screwed the bag up, tossing it into the trunk as he ran a hand through his hair, growling in annoyance.

“How much did you just drop all over the drive way?” you asked and he peeked up at you and grimaced.

“Eighty bucks worth. That was some quality merlot.”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll remember to double bag.” You shook your head, before you nodded to it “Make sure you clean that up. I’d hate to reverse over it and get another flat. Woe betide we have a performance like last time.”

“Oh, I dunno.” He quipped, a smirk spreading across his face “I happen to think the performance last time was pretty good. You certainly didn’t have any complaints once I got you back inside and sat on my face.”

You blinked, before you scoffed and shook your head “Do you know where the brush and dustpan is or should I draw you a map?”

“Fuck you.” He shot back, his eyes narrowed in a glare and you grinned, shrugging.

“Maybe later.” and with that you headed inside leaving him to grieve for his precious alcohol, which had been taken from him far too soon…

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