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gronjon44 · 10 months

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wonder-mei · 3 months

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His truly (Bi-han)

PS; Not lore accurate to the Mortal Kombat universe, I write because they’re hot.

Ever since Bi-han became the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei Clan there have been vast changes in the clan. The cryomancer grandmaster decided that only through his blood can be the grandmaster for centuries. He married another Lin Kuei to have a strong bloodline.

On the side of that, he has various concubines to dominate his lineage but there is one that has his heart. His love towards her is more than the love for Lin Kuei.

She came out of nowhere. His other concubines said they found her by the river soaking wet and cold. She was his maid. The first time they met, he was just awoken from sleep.

“Grandmaster, I have prepared you a warm bath,” she spoke sitting by the door like the other maids do, waiting for him to wake up every morning.

Bi-han looks at her, observing her entirely. Her appearance is different from everyone in his clan. Without saying anything, he went to take a bath. At first, he didn’t acknowledge her at all. Just another maid, nothing more.

And he was wrong. The more she serves him, the more warmth he can feel. No one has made him feel like this. From her serving every meal, aiding his wounds and obeying his every wishes. Gentle,kind and beautiful who came to him like he made a wish to a sourcer.

He will ask for her to accompany him every night. Bi-han loves her presence beside him even though they're not doing anything. She will hum a soothing melody for him under the moon together.

“Tonight, you’ll be with me”, Bi-Han spoke up to her right after he was done eating lunch. His stern gaze pierced through her to see her reaction. She was shocked for a split second then calm again.

“As you wished,grandmaster”

From that night, their feelings connected. Love returned with love. Passion returned with passion. Neither of them left behind. The clan and concubines have noticed he favors her more often than others. Favors more than his own wedded wife.

Not long after, she is with his child. For the first time he was happy having a child. It is just as if this is his first time having a baby. The feelings cannot counter his very own first child he had with his wife.

He pampers her with wealth and ease. Giving her everything she craves and building everything for her comfort. He didn’t even mind that she gave him a daughter. For the first time Bi-han named his own children, he named their daughter Qinyang, ‘sunshine of my heart’.

From one child to two and more. Bi-han named every child she gave him. She is quite saddened he never treats his other children like hers. She talked to him to treat his other children more kindly and he did. For her.

Years have passed, the Lin Kuei Clan grew stronger through Bi-han and peace through her kindness. Even her name isn’t in the top Bi-han family tree, but no one cannot forget the fact that she is his only one.

Married to another who has powers for the clan. But being with her is for love. She is his truly.

#fanfic #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #bi han x reader #bi han #sub zero #mortal kombat

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colourstreakgryffin · 6 months

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If it's okay can I please ask for a platonic yandere Adam and Eve with you komori

Reader that still has PTSD from being used as a blood bag

And still has the heeled bit marks

To give you a description on her she's super sweet kind-hearted careful and shy

If you are uncomfortable with this you don't have to take this request

To be honest! I would never imagine I’d see my beloved father and mother become Yandere but you know what! I wanna check this out and see what I can do so let’s try it out!

Yandere! Adam and Eve- Broken Little Heart

The parents of humanity had always loved their children. Every single one, their attachment to mankind went to all the souls but yet. Neither of the couple could have predicted finding one child of their own to be so wonderful, their lives would change for good

You… a innocent little girl rescued by Adam after he and his dear wife, Eve found out you were being treated as a blood bag by a bunch of older men. Adam may love his children but his protective nature over actual children beat that as he beat down the men with Eve running to your rescue to pick you up

The parents of humanity grew attached to you very quick, out of their natures to simply love children but their love for you wasn’t very normal. It started relatively innocent but then it got it corrupted over their obsession to keep you as their child

Adam grew obsessively protective and talkative with you. You cannot touch anything without Adam taking it from you and examining it to make sure it’s safe for you whilst he holds you to his chest. He is rather controlling but he always proclaims it’s for your safety and nothing more as he holds you in his lap

Eve is clingy and possessive. She constantly follows you around, much like Adam and she always tries to hug you, hold you and cuddle you to her bare chest. She needs affection from her beloved little daughter; just focus on her, not whatever you’re playing with

Their presences are suffocating as they’ll never let you have a breath of your own. One or both are around 24/7 and it seems to you, they view you as a precious little infant that needs constant parenting, due to your past trauma

Both parents love how sweet-hearted, shy and careful you are. You’re the embodiment of purity and innocence, and that must be protected at all causes, their want to protect you drove both of them to become so unhinged and possessive over you, they can’t interact with others without snapping

Adam and Eve are nowhere near as obsessive and crazed over their actual biological sons then they are to you. They do love their sons with all their hearts but for you, you require so much care and attention that looking after you draws away all of their time from the two boys that actually share their blood and DNA

They both understand how emotionally fragile you are. You’re cheerful and optimistic, with a naive and indecisive streak, this behaviour further drives Adam and Eve to take charge of you and ensure nothing can hurt you. Ensure you grow love for them back, no matter what

Eve loves comparing your light blonde hair to Adam’s. You can come off as their biological child very easily and honestly… you don’t really mind as on your end, you don’t recognise their blaring Yandere-like traits, you only notice their intense parental love for you… finally, a true family

The more you respond positively to their parenting, the more their Yandere traits grow and when anybody tries to intervene, it’s get messy. Adam throws hands with literally anybody who hurts you in the most brutal manner whilst Eve picks you up and yells at the person at the top of her lungs

How dare anybody hurt your precious little feelings? Anybody who does shall pay a huge price

The parents will never ever force their ideals of living onto you. You don’t want to be naked because it’s cold and uncomfortable? That’s completely fine to them, as long as it makes you happy. That’s all they care about, that you’re happy with them

And you truly are happy with them. They may be corrupted and with black poisonous souls now but they are both such caring, loving parents that rejecting them would be a silly idea. They have flaws but Adam and Eve are the best parental figures you’ve ever had

Both Adam and Eve will never let your PSTD damage you anymore. They’ll do everything they can to ensure it never affects you again, Adam continues to play with you in a soft manner as Eve brushes her fingers through your hair to further comfort you

All in specific strategies to help you get over your trauma for good and not care so much about those bite and needle scars on your skin anymore

“My little one, are you okay? Oh. A child scared you with stories about vampires? Do not worry now, your father is here to protect you from all of the scary bad things. Okay? May we hug so I can prove to you I’ll always be here”

“My baby daughter! What happened? Did you scrap your knee? Oh no! Don’t worry, mother will make sure it doesn’t hurt anymore! Here, let me pick you up, Mother will heal you and make all the pain go away forever!”

#record of ragnarok #ror imagines #ror x reader #ror humans #anime and manga #ror adam #ror eve #record of ragnarok adam #record of ragnarok eve #ror characters #headcanons #parent headcanons #ror parent #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere problems #ror headcanons

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thinlyq · 7 months

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Ana Quotes

You decide once and for all that you aren’t going to eat. There are no further decisions.

The secret of success is the consistency to pursue.

Don’t do anything today that you’ll regret tomorrow.

The hungrier you are, the more fat you burn.

I’m not starving myself, I’m perfecting my emptiness.

Thin is forever.

The only freedom left is the freedom to starve.

Pain is only as real as you allow it to be.

Nothing can’t be fixed with hunger and weight loss.

You cannot taste perfection. You feel it.

Hunger won’t betray you like eating will.

Do not give up what you want most for what you want at the moment.

You have to do stuff that average people don’t understand because those are the only good things.

Every time you say “No thank you” to food, you say “Yes please” to thin.

Thin is beautiful. Even thinner is perfection.

I’m a teenage drama queen. I’ll throw up my guts for self esteem.

Denying yourself food is not true deprivation; never being thin is.

I want my collar bones and hips to be as strong as my mind.

The difference between Want and Need is Self Control.

Fat lasts longer than flavour.

A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

It’s not a diet, its a lifestyle.

Don’t just dream about the change; make the change and be the change. No one will do it for you.

Those skinny girls you envy… When you see them in the cafe, at the mall, at a party, are they eating? No. So, what makes you think you should?

You know what that means? When our tummy is hungry and you don’t give it food, it begins to eat away at your stored fats. Eat away tummy, eat away…

The greasy fry, it does not lie, the truth is written on your thigh.

Food is temptation, once you overcome temptation, you can do anything.

I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.

It’s always better to fade into nothingness than to have a cheeseburger clog your artery.

If I eat anything, I'll eat everything, so I eat nothing.

I'm not yet a winner. I could be thinner. So I must go throw up dinner.

A flat stomach is nice, but a concave one is perfect.

A woman can never be too blonde, too rich, or too thin!

Those bones don't mean I'm skinny, they mean there's more to lose

Ask me to show you perfect and I will show you a thin person

Blessed are the starving, for they shall teach us not to want.

What the scale says is the most important thing.

Being thin and not eating are signs of true willpower and success.

Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing - to take it's nourishment from the air.

If you have weight to lose, lose it. It wouldn't be there if you weren't supposed to lose it.

Every time I have the opportunity to eat, I have the strength to refuse.

An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist - but ordinary's just not good enough today.

Know that the pain will pass... when it passes... you will be stronger, happier, and more aware.

Everything I want to be, I am, only buried under a layer of fat.

Ana, my friend, my companion.

My scale is never happy, neither am I.

Eat to live, don't live to eat.

Good girls don't swallow.

Just say no and keep your mouth closed.

Thou shall not eat fattening foods without punishing oneself afterwards.

If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner, And take to light claret instead of pale ale; Look down with an utter contempt on butter, And never touch bread till it’s toasted - or stale.

I strive for perfection, I drive myself on that. My dream may be far off, but each kilo that falls off, I am one step closer than before. Knowing I am getting closer, gives me energy to keep going. So I do not give up.

An imperfect body reflects an imperfect person.

Food is a hinderance to your progress.

Don't eat anything today that you'll regret tomorrow.

I can get thinner. I can cut it all off. I can wear low slung Levi's and crop tops and long straight dresses like willowy models, and I will grasp with the breathlessness of being airborn. I can fly and be free. I never realized how easyit was.

I, the hunger artist, rarely disappoint my audience.

Happy or sad, rich or poor, it's better being thin.

If you aren't thin, you aren't attractive.

Being thin is more important that being healthy.

I believe this is the true definition of the word calories and should be written in every dictionary.

Calories are tiny creatures that live in your closet and sew your clothes a little bit tighter every night.

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raisedbythetv89 · 10 months

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No, but like…FAMOUSLY not just in Buffy, but every universe that has spells and magic, real love CANNOT be manufactured or duplicated by magic. Only twisted obsession/infatuation like what we see in Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.

But in “Something Blue” Buffy literally says once the spell is over and she’s talking to Willow “I loved him, we were betrothed” in a spell whose specifications had only to do with marriage which would only change them from being enemies to allies, which then allowed all their suppressed and ignored feelings to come to the surface that they could NOT act on before when the other person was supposed to bring about their death.

And I’m not saying full deep romantic season 7 and beyond love but they clearly CARE about each other and are extremely attracted to each other, in lust if you will…and must have been for a while. Giving SO MUCH credence to neither of them ever succeeding at killing each other because deep down they genuinely never wanted to. (yeah yeah plot armor but so much of the time when one of them got away it was really WAY too easy like they could have at least made it so both of them were always just BARELY getting away by the skin of their teeth instead of how many times one of them really just lets the other go after exchanging a few punches like 😹 they weren’t even TRYING after a while and to me “Something Blue” proves it’s because they do not want to kill each other because they are crushing SO HARD. Because also in season 2 when they make the truce literally FIVE MINUTES LATER Buffy leaves Spike alone with her mother while she’s on the phone. The amount of trust that demonstrates is actually insane especially when you combine it with the fact that Buffy doesn’t do a disinvite spell after he leaves town OR comes back in season 3 & 4. And plot armor or not, them never killing each other becomes part of the lore and informs the motivation of the characters because that’s just how fiction works! 🤷🏼‍♀️)

I mean just look at these two love sick idiots

I MEAN….Buffy’s face when her immortal and extremely durable vampire just gets tossed across the room?? She goes into slayer overdrive, swiftly taking care of the two demons she was fighting to run over and check on him exactly like she does so many times in season 7 because that’s her vampire!!!

We see them so happy and in love - literally the happiest we’ve ever seen Buffy and then the show tries to tell us “it wasn’t even nice” because what? They bickered?? You mean they actually SAID what was on their minds and talked about it and then comforted the other when they were sad instead of bottling it all up or being evasive of topics that would cause fights and Buffy would tell Spike lovingly to shut up when he was being dumb??? OH NO THE HORROR!!

And what really is the cherry on top for me is the “wind beneath my wings” bit because Buffy blames the spell while her body language and face clearly says it was NOT the spell, that was all Buffy. Which opens the door for us to question just how much was what we saw because of the spell’s influence vs the real Spike and Buffy just completely uninhibited by their status of an engaged couple???

Especially when this supposed engagement to a “bad boy” who was helpful to her watcher, extremely caring and loving towards her in front of all her friends and when xander says something mean spike is SO HURT and he’s like “that’s it! You’re off the usher list!” Like oh yes THE BIG BAD INDEED 💀 but Buffy claims being engaged to a Spike “gets her over her bad boy thing because it wasn’t even nice” ….. GURL you are running for the hills to seemingly “normal” captain cardboard because you LOVED being engaged to the slayer of slayers and that scared the absolute shit out of you and you were like I need to do something to convince myself I’m normal and not the kind of girl who would be into Spike IMMEDIATELY 💀 and then avoids Spike for the next several episodes while Spike is always asking where she is for Buffy to achieve maximum avoidant/suppression of feelings possible 😹😹😹

And the way Spike NEVER teases her about it afterwards like he did with the “wind beneath my wings” bit at the end of the episode to me is so telling of the importance it held for him too that he never used everything he must have learned about her at that time or never even taunted Riley about the fact that the Slayer was all over him when her and Riley had first started dating because let’s be honest that would be SUCH a Spike thing to do. Like???? They have been so into and conflicted about each other for a LONGGG time and I honestly cannot be convinced otherwise 😹

#they’re actually madly in love your honor #spuffy #something blue #spike and buffy

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ja3hunny · 2 years

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Mingi As Your Bf | Headcanon

「Synopsis」 : What Would Mingi Be Like As Your Boyfriend.

「Word count」 : 384

-> Genre: Suggestive, Smut, Fluff.

Paring: Mingj x Gender Neutral Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of riding, Swtich!Mingi [Hints of Dom Mingi], Sexual punishments, Rope Bunny, Overstimulating,

Note: Thank you to my anonymous reader for this request. I hope you enjoy reading. ♡

[REBLOG AND COMMENT FEEDBACK]

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- Two words Absolutely Cutie.

- Mingi is the type of person to keep his attention fair. But when you are in the room, it's like one else is.

- His mind, body and soul are yours and you have him wrapped around your finger.

- Movie dates are his favourite, but not going to the movie house, no no. He wants to lay on his or your bed, snuggled so close with legs tangled and hands gripping everywhere.

- Even better if you throw blankets on the floor making a nest you're the both of you to just bask in one another while a movie of your choice plays softly in the background.

- Another thing he would love to do is play games with you, and not teach you but actually play a game with him.

- Minecraft? You will have your dream house while he protects you from every bad mod but let's face it, you end up killing them cause he always gets scared when a creeper starts chasing him.

- He is a certified simp for you. Winning battles, he will always make sure to scream into the mic, “THAT'S MY PARTNER RIGHT THERE!!”

- NFSW FOLLOWING

- He isn’t much different in bed as he is in day-to-day life. He’s cheeky, silly and always making the experience fun and enjoyable for both of you.

- Neither of you are in charge (Unless you piss him off)

- You ask for something, he’ll do it.

- His favourite position is whenever you are on top of him.

- God he will groan, whine, scream, and pant while you ride him.

- Just watching you bounce up and down or grinding on him. He will be putty in your hands.

- When he is mad though, you better be in for a night of overstimulation.

- He would never deny you anything, but that doesn't mean there aren't other ways to bring punishment.

- Tied to the bed, oh yes he wants that.

- Being able to do whatever he wants to you while you cannot run, turns him wild.

- He won't stop until you are crying and whimpering for forgiveness.

- But other than that Mingi is yours and yours alone. You say Jump and he will always reply "How High?"

- He loves you with all his heart and there's no changing that.

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cr-noble-writes · 4 months

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WIP Whenever

I was tagged like two weeks ago by @otemporanerys but I didn't have anything from WIPs that I could actually share at the time. But I do now!

Anyway, outside of exchange and bang fics, Baldur's Gate 3, The Dark Urge, and Durgetash kind of have me by the throat at the moment.

Light Act 3 spoilers, The Dark Urge spoilers, Gortash POV. Nothing shippy or explicit at this point, just a Durge trying to figure out who Gortash was to him

Gortash relaxes only incrementally after reaching the confines of his Upper City villa. Having the rumors that his old partner does, in fact, live confirmed put him in a better mood than he’s been in in some time. It is, however, tempered by the knowledge that Calamity has neither memory of himself nor memories of their prior association. He’d seemed different in a way Gortash can’t quite identify. Perhaps it’s the company Calamity has taken to keeping. Or perhaps Orin truly had destroyed him as thoroughly as she believes. He doesn’t bother with candles as he enters his bedchamber. He could pace the room blinded and in his sleep if necessary. Gortash has a meticulous catalogue of the placement of furniture, soft gold silks, and heavy black velvets that adorn the room in his mind. Even the hints of crimson that remain as a testament to Calamity’s influence before Orin dug her claws into things that did not belong to her are burned into his memory. His nascent anger is harder than usual to tamp down as he shucks the Cloth of Authority and drapes it over the back of the chair at his desk.

“What a suitably gaudy home you’ve made for yourself, Archduke.” Gortash’s fingers tighten over the top of the chair, but he otherwise has the sense not to show how much the familiar voice startles him. “Nearly as meretricious as the title itself.” Gortash ignores the fear that curls in his stomach, instead allowing the slow spread of a smile across his mouth as he turns to face his uninvited guest. The tiefling lounges like a lion, lazy from the hunt, in a plush chair near the window. A sliver of moonlight glints off the purplish-black scales that mark the draconic blood that runs in his veins, and glowing yellow eyes stare with an intensity so familiar as to be nearly unbearable. Perhaps he has not changed so much as Gortash initially believed. “However did you manage to find yourself here, my dear assassin?” “For all your apparent paranoia,” Calamity begins with a graceful shrug of his broad shoulders. He flicks his wrist, and the candles on a nearby candelabra burst into flame, casting a dim orange glow across his blue skin. “You’ve forgotten to defend against the simplest of illusions. Your tin army cannot see invisible things.” An oversight Gortash will have to correct poste haste. It is difficult to maintain his composure. The man he knew would have pressed his advantage rather than reveal himself so quickly. He crosses his arms over his chest and arches a brow, projecting far more confidence into his voice than he feels. “If you are here to kill me, darling, I feel duty bound to inform you that I am not so easily slain.” Calamity’s mouth widens into a vicious grin. Gortash can see the white of his sharp teeth in the candlelight. “If I were here to kill you, I would already bathe in your blood.” “Enlighten me, then.” Gortash suppresses the shiver the words send crawling up his spine. “Why have you come?” His expression is as inscrutable as ever, an unnerving level of perfect calm. Even the enchantment woven into Gortash’s cloak had never quite matched him with the extremity of Calamity’s control of his emotions. Most of them, at least. It’s a surprise when the calm falters, breaking to a brow furrowed in confusion. “What am I to you?”

Like and subscribe if you want to follow my descent into madness lmaooooooo (sorry its early and I haven't even finished my first cup of coffee yet)

Anyway, no pressure tags: @imbiowaresbitch @nickelkeep @bleuzombie @rowanisawriter and @rotschopf-thedrow

#WIP whenever #Baldur's Gate 3 #Enver Gortash #The Dark Urge #Durge #Durgetash #Act 3 Spoilers #Dark Urge Spoilers #cr noble writes

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indigoatari · 1 year

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please explain to me what the deal is with chonny jash i am fascinated

oh my friend you have olled away the rock the tomb has been unsealed,

Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium is a cover album of Tally Hall songs, in the same way Everything Everywhere All At Once is about a woman trying to do her taxes. the full thing is available on youtube and spotify. even solely superficially, it's super interesting, because it's not like, karaoke over the song's musical track, it's like. Redone. new sounds. same song, same tune, but still completely reupholstered. if you like jhariah or will wood, this is like tally hall if you seasoned it to make it sound like them.

HOWEVER.

the instrumentals are NOT the only thing that changed-- he also REWRITES THE LYRICS. he's a VERY clever lyricist, even if hes still definitely drawing from the original. but in doing so he's creating an underlying story, and in tying it all together it starts becoming clear.

CCCC is about Chonny Jash, the artist in question, going through such a bad mental health episode that he manages to split his brain in three. be aware, it's not explicitly anything-- it could be about plurality, it could be about depersonalization, or it could just be a metaphor about self conflict. but the bottom line is, where there was once one there is now THREE, and none of them want to be here.

the bulk of the album is the three of them singing and songwriting and arguing with each other. Mind Electric is the left brain, the logical side, and the only one with a distinctive voice-- he has a distinctly robotic, modulated voice. he also talks like a disney villain.

his counterpart is Heart Acoustic! the right brain, the emotional side, and the most visually distinctive of the three-- he's the chap with the blindfold and the wings and he's a bit of a miserable mess. if mind is the voice in your head who berates you for not getting things done, heart is the voice in your head panicking about the long term impact.

that being said: neither of them are inherenty the Good Guy or the Bad Guy. they are equals, and they cannot lives without each other, and they are constantly committing war crimes. the first thiiiird? of the album is the two of them bitching and bitching and bitching and

number three is my favorite and he shows up in like the last half of the album: the Soul Eclectic. you can't really argue if Heart or Mind are id or superego, but Soul is unquestionably the ego in the triad. he moderates and also keeps Heart and Mind from killing each other. and plays guitar. he's skrunkly

that being said. it is about a depressive episode. all three of them kind of want to die. Soul is absolutely not opposed to it. they have explicitly discussed this. i cannot emphasize enough, the entire album is about an absolute mental low, and that's kind of what keeps it interesting. the three of them are one person at his absolute worst, and they are so filled with loathing for the Others that is really just kind of... loathing of the self. take all of that on top of the fact they are in a time loop.

the three of them are trapped in an infinite cycle of dissolution and reconstitution. they will always eventually synthesize and make it out of the misery pit only to fall back apart into the same patterns and arguments and PEOPLE. they cant catch a break man!!!!!!

i have SEVERE autism about it and so does my girlboybestie @julystruck. the full album is here, but if you're just trying to lean into it, i fully recommend the whole twelve minutes of The Mind Electric along with the lyrics analysis to get a grip on the characters, and then Mucka Blucka and The Bidding for basic dynamics. and feel free to ask me about literally anything and giving me an excuse to write an essay when i COULD be writing an essay about the progressive era,

#sonder over yonder #ask indigo #AUGH #chonny jash #its like what edgelords wanted sanders sides to be i will be real

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akampana · 10 months

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Romantic confessions dialogue prompts

3 and 25 GilxArtoria.

25. "I cannot stand you, and yet I also cannot stand to be away from you."

Gilart Modern Au.

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"I do not appreciate being avoided, Arturia."

The chase should have begun as usual, with the new money stalking down the hall, heels harshly clacking upon the tiles closely followed by the world-renowned tycoon in a similarly rushed pace. Neither would have run, of course, but all employees would know better than to get in the blondes' way lest they be trampled in their wake. The situation occurred so often, most personnel knew well to order the unfortunate intern down to the nearest tea shop and get a chamomile brew going. Their tiny, ever-serious heiress was the shop’s most loyal customer, after all, considering every visit Gilgamesh ever made resulted in her needing a fresh cup of relaxant.

However, as the intern would learn–cold tea in hand and a dropped jaw on his face–that routine would be broken for the very first time. Because for the very first time, Arturia did not come rushing out her door. Gilgamesh did not give chase. What greeted all the employees instead, was the chocolate color of Arturia’s dark wooden door as it calmly closed shut, locking them all out of the mysterious happenings behind it.

“I am not…” she started, voice low enough that no gossip mongers could hope to hear. The woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, pacing the room like a fitness nut trying to get her steps in. It was doing little to help her nerves, but really, who wouldn’t be nervous when confronted with the golden-haired snob in fron of her? “It was not my intention to avoid you, Gilgamesh.”

The man’s only reply was a raised eyebrow and a piercing look that once may have infuriated her. Instead, it made her feel like whatever she had eaten that day decided to do cartwheels in her stomach. Not the best feeling to have when faced with the global superpower that Gilgamesh was, especially when he had his arms crossed over his custom Italian suit. He quite hated getting it wrinkled. If he was willing to crease the expensive fabric, she was truly pushing all his buttons.

The sharp inhale that preceded her words did nothing to steady them. “I must apologize. I…”

Her heartbeat cut her off, the sound of her own blood booming in her ears like a brutalized festival drum. He was the worst possible person to lose her words with– damn eloquent bastard and his hifalutin vocabulary–but she had no choice. Anything she tried to voice would surely come out in a string of nonsensical syllables only comprehensible to the minds of the insane. So, she stayed silent, desperately trying to weave words together that might make some semblance of sense. The ruby eyes staring her down, however, made even that an impossible task. Wonderful. They could haunt both her dreams and her reality. Absolutely wonderful.

His familiar footfalls drew closer till his fine leather shoes decorated her view of the drab, corporate-gray carpet. She hated those damn shoes. Those slacks. That stupid belt. He was never just dressed, always overdressed or underdressed–one more reason she should hate him, on top of the mountain of irritations he already plagued her life with.

The woman felt the older man’s finger brush the skin of her wrist, felt them twitch as they reached for her hand then change course. When she breathed, she smelt sandalwood and orange citrus–a scent she could only describe as sunny that she much associated with the foreigner. Before she knew it, his hand had journeyed up her arm and shoulder and his index finger was on her chin, lifting gently till she met his eyes.

The practiced swat she made at his wrist came half-heartedly. He didn’t flinch. She didn’t break their gaze. She just let it melt her, hoping the businessman wouldn’t notice her quivering lip or shaking knees.

“Do you wish for me to leave–”

“Yes.”

Her response was immediate. Uncalculated. She’d wanted so many times to be asked that very question that her answer came out like muscle memory. A twisted wave of relief washed over her. If she could be rid of him, she would no longer have to deal with these trifling feelings. No more cold sweats. No more heat in her cheeks. No more feeling like she couldn’t breathe.

But the very moment he took a step back, she felt fear stab through her chest like a knife.

“No. No. I…I don’t,” she whimpered, barely pulling her bleeding heart back together when she’d just tried to break it. Her words were weak. Arturia hated sounding weak. She spent so many years in this cursed industry fashioning her tone just to be taken seriously, and here she was sounding like she’d just finished a marathon without taking a sip of water. Pathetic, and yet it was all she could manage.

The man’s eyes flickered down to the lynchpin of Arturia Pendragon’s current state of mind: a delicate hand gripping tightly onto his palm, urging him not to take another step. He’s always wanted her to touch him like this. It seemed all Gilgamesh had ever gotten were business handshakes and the burning rejection of his advances. It almost felt like a dream. But in his dreams, it wasn’t anguish upon her countenance. In his dreams, there weren’t tears welling up in her eyes. In his dreams, she wasn’t shaking like a leaf.

“Then what is it you want, Arturia?” he queried, drowning in suspense.

It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen her so fragile; like if he made one wrong move, she’d break. For the first time since he’d known her, she’d let down her guard; she’d dropped the mask she’d been wearing the day she inherited this company. It wasn’t his business partner he was looking at right now. Not an investor either. It was just her–the person he knew she was, who he’d only seen glimpses of in the cracks of her facade, yet fell for all the same.

“I don’t know,” she choked, her voice pitched high like someone had her by the neck. “I do not. I cannot understand–” a hiccup interrupted her before she could finish. Her knees went weak, and though he was there to steady her, it was to the window that she ran, swallowing stray sobs with hand over her mouth.

“Arturia–”

“Stop. Just stop–” she protested, swatting the man away as he came up behind her, to no avail. He stood over her, hands on the glass window like her strikes meant nothing to him, and watched her breaths gradually even out. It was agony to stand there, so close yet not permitted to touch her, hold her, or offer even the slightest comfort. How could it be, that even in this vulnerable state she had him wrapped around her finger?

“I don’t understand,” she continued in a whisper, the tightness in her throat permitting nothing else. “I know I was meant to hate you but…I cannot.”

This time it was Gilgamesh who was robbed of breath, her words freezing him solid as she locked her watery gaze with his ruby one. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the city outside went quiet. The office floor behind the door cleared in an instant. Planes paused in their voyage. Ships stopped at the harbor. Suddenly, it was only the two in the drab office room, suspended by their feelings beneath the stars.

The man’s heart banged heavily on the walls of its cage, crying to be acknowledged. “Do not try to vex me with–”

“I do not need you, but I do. I cannot stand you, and yet…I also cannot stand to be away from you.” she interrupted, searching his wide eyes for answers still just out of her grasp as he did the same. Her fingers were halfway to his cheek, occupying the few inches left between their lips.They were so close he could feel the heat of her skin; so close the gravity that had pulled him to her from the day they met demanded he lean in. Every word she said echoed through the crevices of his mind like a mantra, beckoning him forward til not even air dared keep them apart.

“I was not trying to avoid you, Gil, I just–”

Clarity. The sky above them seemed ever so vast, with galaxies dancing in a midnight space no longer stifled by clouds. All the stars aligned. All the planets moved to the beat. She learned to fly and he learned to fall, and for a moment there was no question in the world that needed an answer, no problems that needed solutions, nothing broken that needed repairs. There was just a man and a woman, finally seeing eye to eye, touching lips to lips.

“Do not keep me from you again,” Gilgamesh whispered as they parted for breath. For the first time, there was no rebuttal, disagreement, nor complaint, because Arturia finally understood.

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Thank you for the ask! :D

hope u are doing ok :)

-akampana

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lnkedmyheart · 6 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

In no specific order. Did i take this opportunity to post pics of these characters? Yes.

Revy (Black Lagoon)

A dual wielding gunslinger from Roanapur. She is badass and deeply unhinged. A seriously traumatized woman with solid character flaws and a weirdly pseudo romantic relationship with the guy she kidnapped for a ransom and is now desperately trying to protect without realizing that she can't save his innocence, because he was never innocent and pure.

Fredrica Sawyer (Black Lagoon)

A cleaner from Roanapur, uses a chainsaw as her primary weapon, cannot talk due to a severe injury to her larynx and uses a voice synthesizer. An adorable and creepy goth girl who may or may not have in universe ties to the Texas Chainsaw massacre. Which yes, implies that black lagoon is set in the same universe as the TCM movies.

Dazai Osamu (BSD)

Love the depiction of depression and mental health problems with the guy. Love how he is constantly present everywhere and is seen through everyone else's perspective and yet we know so little about him. He is a dork and a brat and so annoying. He is usually aloof and distant but deep down has the capacity to be tender and kind that is only seen in the rare moments of vulnerability. But he is so hopeful and yet completely convinced he deserves nothing.

Chuuya Nakahara (BSD)

He's such a tragic character like his life is one compromise after another as he gets pushed further and further into a bad situation but he will not let that stop him from making the best out of his situation. His compassion and empathy for even those who hurt him is so powerful but his brutality and intelligence is another aspect that makes him stand out against the other characters of his kind. And then you have his incredible loyalty where he will cross all boundaries to protect those he considers his people. Gorgeous characterization honestly.

Yato (Noragami)

Another extremely tragic character and one who is trying so hard to change his fate despite everything. My guy does NOT catch a single break through the centuries he has been alive and he is still so hopeful. Not to mention letting Bishamon despise him for so long just to protect Kazuma, a guy he barely knew at the time. UGH. And his whole thing for Hiyori and his affection for Yukine. Kill me!

Yukine (Noragami)

This was the first time I cried honestly. His backstory had me curled up in my bed unable to eat for an entire day. And his growth from an annoying unlikeable brat to one of the most lovable characters is crazy. Also no, I will never not cry over Yukine calling Yato 'dad'.

Jeremy Pascal (Tales from the Gas Station)

I didnt realize how much I liked him till I thought he died. In that regard I'm like Jack I guess, neither of us realised how much we cared for this adorkable himbo ex cultist. The fact that he is genuinely heartbroken that his suicide cult abandoned him and committed without him is so...oddly endearing and just the energy he adds is charming. He's also such a great friend to Jack, man better start appreciating him more.

Sorey (Tales of Zestiria)

This is my son. And my sun. He is the most precious, sweetest boy to me. Aside from being ridiculously gay about Mikleo, the guy is what you'd think is a typical hero figure in such a setting. Pure, celibate, sweet and even tempered etc. But he is snarky as hell, constantly teases others, is NOT oblivious contrary to popular opinion. He is also irritable. I also love that he is an archaeology nerd.

Irma Lair (W.I.T.C.H)

I dont remember too much about her but I always really liked her. Enough that she is still amongst my absolute favorites. It probably helps that she was made wlw in the tv series and has some shippy moments with Cornelia in particular.

Balalaika (Black lagoon)

Listen, she is an ex military woman, who went MIA with her entire squad of loyal soldiers and now runs the fucking mafia in Roanapur. Woman is gorgeous and has acid burn scars all down her face and body. And she is terrifying. She will break necks with a smile and values loyalty and efficiency above all else. But she is such a deeply damaged woman who deserved better. But see, the people in Roanapur are there cause this is their last stand before they end up dead.

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dragongutsixofficial · 1 year

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ooh can you elaborate the parallel between rhea killing nemesis with a dagger and dimitri giving el one? i'm curious but feel free to ignore, if you don't want to!

Thanks for the ask anon ! =D

For context, I just realized there even was a parallel yesterday while I was watching the opening cutscene - and though I thought I'd share it because people might have some interesting things to say about it, I didn't really think that deep into it myself.

That being said, I thought I'd at least give it a go !! Keep in mind though, this might be pretty disorganized since I am thinking it out at the same time as I am writing it.

Off the top of my mind, there are three important daggers I can think of when playing fe3h. The first one, and perhaps the most significant, is Edelgard's, that was gifted to her by Dimitri so she could cut her own future. The second one, which I talked about yesterday, is the one Rhea uses to kill Nemesis. And finally, there is a last one: the one Monica uses to stab Jeralt.

Interestingly enough, Seiros kills Nemesis for revenge- because her people have no future now that they've been genocided, because they themselves will not have the opportunity to cut their own future anymore. This is pretty similar to how Edelgard herself is the only one of her siblings left to build a new world where what they went through will never happen again. Both are motivated by their grief of their loved ones who were ripped away from them.

However, and I think that’s very important- unlike Edelgard, Rhea never really moves on from the grief. She tries so much to stop such horrible things from happening again that she helps build and preserve a system that is, at its core, centered on a romanticized version of the past (what’s with how she rewrites history) and resistant to change (I believe it is mentioned at some point in Cindered Shadows that she prohibited the development of the printing press and some medical progress). In that regard, you could say she doesn’t even have a “future” if you consider that with future comes change. She clings to the past while being stuck in a kind of “still life” that is her present- and hoping that she can go back to “the way things were” once she brings her mother back to life.

That makes Edelgard the polar opposite of that. She, too, disregards the present- but only because she herself cannot dwell on the past, and thus considers building what she sees as a better future her priority. Living in the present time isn’t worth it if her work amounts to no significant change, and fast -hence the radicality of her actions compared to the more gradual reforms Claude advocates for. She is the gal who devised a plan to take down Those Who Slither In The Dark with her goth best friend in her twenties, while Rhea barely made a move against them in a thousand years.

Her act of desperation at the end of Azure Moon, when she tries to kill Dimitri last minute, is because she is unwilling to give up on the future she envisioned, not a way to avenge the past. Now that I think about it, this is emphasized even more by the fact that her dagger is supposed to kill the one who gave it to her in a past she has no care left for, and barely remembers anyways. But this last action still leaves room for a better future- she doesn’t manage to kill Dimitri.

Rhea uses her dagger so the past can live again- Edelgard uses hers to kill the past.

So, now that I am wayyyy too deep into this to back down- where does Kronya’s dagger fit in all of this ?

Kronya/Monica killing Jeralt is the catalyst for change in Byleth. The one key element that allows for the return of the Goddess in the world of the living (speaking of that, have some cool symbolism about their fusion with Sothis I thought about the other day) . But, even more importantly, Byleth embodies the movement of the world itself, the force of change. They are interminatum, neither God nor mortal, everchanging and undetermined, unpredictable. They are the time that passes ("Byleth interminatum" is also slowly becoming my favorite way to call them but that's another matter entirely).

Without them, the conflict stagnates, torn in the struggle between the past and the future ; because neither Edelgard nor Rhea know how to live in the present. But you know what's pretty cool ?

Byleth never uses their own dagger. They literally have it on at all times but never use it. My guess is, it is exactly because they have been revealed "both sides of time" that they can live in the present without regret, kept in check by all of the ties they have made there with their loved ones. This might even be because they are the only character who was "cut from the world" and felt like they lived outside of it at the beginning of the story, whose entire character arc centers on finding their place into this world. Jeralt's murder is just what triggers this force of change.

Byleth is essential in that they teach both the archbishop and the empress something they have always been lacking- learning to live in the present, to be part of the world again, to open themselves up to others and love. Edelgard never uses her dagger in Crimson Flower because Byleth was there to keep her aware of the consequences her actions have in the here-and-now.

Aaalright, I guess that's a wrap ! Please forgive any mistakes as English isn't my first language. Similarly, I might not have covered everything and it's just me musing, don't hesitate to add anything to this !!! ^^ But the symbolism of the dagger was really cool to think about !!

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The fallen angel part two

"Without further ado, let the show begin!"

The floor begins to spread open, and as it does, Areli gracefully shoots up with a strong swipe of his wings, and dives in a swift spiral that renders him to a blur. Amaranthine does not mind the unsteady ground beneath his feet— he raises his arm, and it grabs him by it, keeping him in the air long enough for a plataform to rise, putting him down on it.

A dome of water, clear as glass, that does not block the view of the arena, rises. With it, rise too, fire-clad obstacles, flaming and bright, and somehow, both, beneath the floor, a burning net of fire and beneath a tank of water.

"Holy water," Amaranthine states, "And hellfire. Though Areli cannot be harmed to the same degree by these as an angel or a demon, on account of being neither, he can be harmed, on account of being both."

Areli looked up at Amaranthine with entranced, compliant eyes. He leaned his head back just the smallest bit, to get more, when Amaranthine genty ran his fingers through its hair. His other hand, that rests on his wing, is painful, as it tries to keep the precarious balance of keeping the pain from becoming incapacitating, and keeping its wings spread open, so that the patrons may see them.

"If you do good, there is no need for you to be hurt."

Areli nods at that. Though Master's punishments are typically fair and deserved, they are harsh, and unpredictable. Areli feels tranquil when it knows exactly what it must do to avoid Master's punishment, maybe to even be rewarded.

As Amaranthine makes a spinning movement with his hand, Areli shoots up into the air, flying in circles, fast and blurry.

Amaranthine taps his foot on the floor, making an odd, clack-tinkling noise, like a bell mixed with the sound of the wood of his footwear tapping on the floor, and then, Areli stops his circling, and begins to fly rapidly through the loops of fire and bettween the burning columns.

Once, maybe, or twice, his wing touches upon the dome of water, but Areli doesn't react to the burn. It doesn't, fortunately, hurt itself in the fire, even when the obstacles have it flying low enough that it can feel the heat of the burning net on his legs and belly, he behaves. He continues on, guided by the sound of Master's violin.

Areli looks down at him, just for a second, watching with awe the graceful way in which he spins around on the plataform, his violin neatly beneath his chin, lost in the rhythm.

As he hears a higher cord, his cue, Areli flies to the middle or the arena, changing the direction abruptly. The music from the violin becomes higher, more urgent, as it shoots up, and wraps his wings around himself, just long enough to pass through the small circular opening at the top of the dome, but not long enough to lose the momentum and fall back through the water.

Then, with a powerful swipe of its wings, Areli continues to fly up, up, until it's just a little point in the sky, and then back. Back, as its wings still and wrap around itself, falling, spinning, in a vertical line, back through the opening in the water like the fallen angel it is.

And just as it is about to pass through the net of hellfire and plunge into the holy water, Areli's wings open wide, and with a pirouette, it lands on its knees just in the middle of the plataform. It keeps its head low, resisting the urge to look to Master for reassurance. Amaranthine circles it just for some moments, playing the last notes of his music, and then fluidly bends into a graceful bow.

He lifts his left hand up, still holding the violin, calling for the applause, which simply grows louder and louder. His right hand dives bettween Areli's feathers, touching upon the sensitive mucle of his wings. It's not as painful as it was when it rested on the wings, now his palm is simply pressed against it. There is warmth, there, despite the coldness of his hands.

"This, my dear patrons, has been Areli! This dear is compliant," In the next few words, his voice drops an octave, affectionately, "Loyal, and beautiful. You will certainly be seeing more of him!"

Areli perks up at that last word, relishing in the previlege of being someone, rather than something. That is a reward Master very seldomly gives out, and one that Areli cherishes to the bottom of his heart— to be a person, if just for some moments, rather than a thing.

"Now, dearest guests,"

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Okay I’m dying for this, but it’s totally optional and you don’t have to write it.

I need our Riddle Man to have a daughter (maybe 12ish age wise?) that is similar to him right? (They just won’t shut up—like getting excited about certain things won’t shut up—and other Eddie characteristics—such as sass master 3000). I want to know how other rouges would react to meeting and spending time with a child such as this. I need them to be annoyed but think it endearing at the same time. Maybe a little fic idk.

On a completely different note—your writing is amazing and I die every time I read something of yours. The way you write Riddler is top notch. Keep up the fantastic work 🥳

Okay so I took this as a scenario since you want multiple reactions. Loving this already hehehe. Also thank you so much, I will CRY 😭❤️

The Riddler was tough work to even breathe around. Therefore the thought of him reproducing and now as a twelve year old daughter was frightening. Although they'll try to shape her into a more tolerable person rather than tolerant since that's a lost cause. The Riddler's daughter was certainly a challenge but deep down, they couldn't help but feel blessed.

Scarecrow: He's always fixing their hair or picking at their clothes. It makes the Riddler feel like he's judging his parenting. "What do you say?" "Now." She remarked. Jonathan stares her down. "Dad says that manners are to be used for him and that no one else has earned them." "Your father is a narcissist and you know fine well that what your father says only fits his perception- not reality. You also know, I do not care if my phone rings or he comes to my home, he won't change my mind. He'll instead have fear toxin to the face. So I'll ask you again, what do you say?" "...Thank you." "You're welcome, you've proven yourself better than your father already." Jonathan replied. "Can I tell him you said that?" You asked. "Why else would I compliment you than knowing you'll tell him when you're home. Its one of the very few delights in my life, dear." It was true. Nothing made Jonathan happier than knowing every compliment he gave would be passed to the Riddler.

Two-Face: "Oh wow. I can't wait to give you back to your father." Harvey grumbled after another one of your uncalled for remarks. "We could slip something in a drink or give the kid a drink. She'll never know. " Two-Face offered. Harvey cannot believe he was capable of such a thought. "Your solution is to either drug the kid or get them drunk?" He deadpanned. "Oh suddenly morals are on the table?" Two-Face shot back. "Harv', I know what alcohol smells like." The girl spoke. Harvey hummed, acknowledging her input. "Dad says he doesn't want me touching the stuff until I'm thirty and that it ruins a quick intellect." She continued. "Your dad's up his own ass." Two-Face retorted. "Hey!" Harvey snapped at Two-Face.

Mad Hatter: The Riddler was very apprehensive about leaving you with Jervis given his mental state. Plus he thought you were a munchkin once upon a time. He claims its just a pet name but Edward isn't too sure. That wasn't even a wonderland themed reference? "Tea, my dear?" Jervis grinned. "Dad says you've to stop giving me so much sugar in my tea. That three is too much and just sickening." Jervis raised an eyebrow. "So can I have four sugars?" You asked hopefully and Jervis wasted no time in giggling with glee and complying. There were no rules with Jervis and all of Edward's rules were out the window the moment you crossed the threshold. Neither of you even tried to hide it and Jervis often had you back to the Riddler, bouncing off the walls with hyperactivity.

Penguin: Undisputed, he is Uncle Oz or Uncle Penguin. He and the Riddler have history and do consider each other some form of a friend. However the Riddler refers to him as Uncle Oswald. Oswald gives her money 9 times out of 10. Usually a ten or twenty and it never really goes acknowledged between the two rogues after the Riddler taught you manners...who are we kidding- it was Jonathan who did that. The Riddler hoped that seeing the Iceberg Lounge would satisfy her curious mind whilst and show her what not to be. "Dad, there's more chance that I'll be a redhead than grow up to be an old small man who resembles a penguin. Did you know red heads take one one to two percent of a population? That's the least common." "Yes, I did. I was the one who told you that and that's not what I meant! I'm referring to the women Oswald hires." Edward replied with frustration. "Oh...I liked the high heels of one of them. I reckon it'd make me the same height as you." He sighed. "No, never in your life. Over my dead body will I ever allow you to wear those." "Aunt Harley would." She retorted. "She isn't your aunt and I don't suggest following her footsteps. I won't take kindly to anyone treating my daughter like dirt and there are only so many places I can discreetly hide bodies." She paused. "I could put myself up for adoption? Seems fairly easy. I have your signature perfected." "Keep talking like that and I'll put you up for adoption myself." The Riddler huffed. "And stop forging my signatures! Who knows what nonsense you'd put my name to."

Mister Freeze: The Riddler made a mental note to keep Victor to a very last alternative. Not because he didn't trust Victor. He could believe you'd be very safe with Mister Freeze but you came back rather...well, depressed. Has had to call Jonathan a few times to make sure there isn't permanent damage. "Life is meaningless and we all die alone in the end." You deadpanned. "Did you know the average age for widowhood is fifty-nine? A females life expectancy is eight-two years old. Therefore, chances are high that I'll die alone." "Sweet girl, Nora isn't dead and her husband keeps her frozen until he creates a cure for her. Believe it or not, my dear, that isn't normal. Now go read your encyclopedia whilst I call Jonathan."

Joker: Has never met you and if the Riddler has anything to say about it, which he always does, the Joker will never meet his daughter.

Harley: Gets her to recite all she's learned about the mind. All the while she's doing the daughters hair. She always gives the girl back with a completely different hairstyle. The Riddler always notices and he points it out all the time. Harley insists, to Nygma's dismay, that his daughter calls her 'Aunt Harley'. "Aww! We gotta show puddin' how smart you are!" "Dad said i can't talk to him." Harley sighed in disappointment. "I know...can't it be our little secret?" "Dad said I've to call Uncle Jonathan if I'm in the same building as him." She said and Harley cursed under her breath. Harley is also the one that she goes to if she feels she needs a females advice. Which he secretly appreciates. Hormones are a bitch and sometimes he isn't the most equipped to deal with it.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #request #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #mister freeze #jervis tetch #penguin #the joker #harley quinn #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #victor fries #mad hatter #oswald cobblepot #harleen quinzel

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practically-an-x-man · 6 months

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how about madison ? how did she deal with her mutation appearing ? i feel like growing gills would be pretty painful

how did she manage when the brotherhood had her ? how did she react to having her mutation enhanced ?

also can you elaborate on her relationship with alex ? how did they meet ? how did they get together (i think) ? (on a you level—why him ? not ‘cause i hate him or anything just curiosity lol)

oooh thank you so much for the ask!!! So first off, all of this is covered in Smoke and Mirrors, but that fic is super long and I by no means expect you to devote so much time into reading it

Answers under the cut since this is probably gonna get kind of long:

In terms of her initial mutation back when she was 13, she actually took it fairly well. There was shock, of course, but she almost saw it as a sign of what she was meant to be - she was already a swimmer, after all, so there was a part of her that could never hate something so tied to what she loved.

But in terms of her mutation enhancement from the Brotherhood... that one was tough. She wasn't awake for the change itself - she had tried to escape, and Emma caught her and psionically put her to sleep, which is when they have her the serum - so she didn't feel the pain of growing those fins and gills, though it would have been very painful otherwise. It mainly just left her feeling betrayed and violated, having it enhanced against her will like that. On top of that, Emma essentially manipulated her and toyed with her mind about the whole thing, and it ended in her feeling incredibly self-conscious about her new enhancements. Part of it also was the loss of physical "humanity" - her mutations before were subtle enough to fall into suspension of disbelief, wouldn't draw too much attention, but the same cannot be said about her enhancements. It was a really difficult thing for her, but she managed to work through it in the end and get comfortable with herself again.

In terms of her capture itself, she's a fighter by nature. She tried to escape using only a pocketknife, and nearly succeeded. The only time they could get her to stop fighting was by making her cell so cold it sent her into torpor (basically hibernation), otherwise she'd just have kept attempting escape until she either managed it or was rescued by the X-Men. But with mental and physical manipulation at play, it was a lot harder for her. She's among my most resilient characters, but I'd say that brought her to her breaking point.

Now for the happier stuff :)

She first met Alex during the X-Men/Brotherhood battle at her home campsite. Erik had tossed him into a semi-frozen lake, and Madison brought him back to her cabin to warm up after the battle was over. She lit a fire and shared a meal with him and the X-Men, though she didn't really make any significant connections - she didn't want to at the time, she likes being alone.

When she got injured and was dropped off at the X-Mansion, she ended up mainly getting closer to Alex as she healed. She needed to rely on someone, at least in some capacity since she was injured, and she figured that getting close to Alex would be easiest in the long run - he was so brash and prickly, it would be easiest to cut ties once she was healed and decided to leave. He was the safest option, essentially. She didn't want to get close to anyone, and neither did he.

....But obviously that backfired on her. We both know Alex is a nicer guy than he lets on, and Madison needed connection more than she realized. Obviously this is true for all the X-Men, and she became close friends with each of them, but even more with Alex. They ended up getting close before either of them really realized how deep it went. I'd argue they fell in love before they even entered a relationship, and didn't even know it at the time. There was a lot of extended flirting, some unresolved tension during a few of the missions, a few moments where one of them realized the other was a bit more compassionate than they let on... y'know, the works. I'm actually really proud of their slowburn and the dynamic of their relationship (it's very jokey and bantery in public, the romance is more behind closed doors). The way they got into a relationship was actually somewhat normal (they went for a hike and Alex asked her out), but there was a lot of trust-building to get to that point since they both had trauma to work through.

And why Alex? Cause he'd underrated as a character, for one, and I don't think the movies really gave him the depth he deserved. I wanted to explore more of those inner layers past the old "grouchy bad boy" thing that was obviously a facade from the beginning. This fic is as much an exploration of Alex's character as it is an OC fic, and that's the way I like it. The OCs are just the vessel to drive the story in the direction I want it to go. (And because, let's be real, Lucas Till is a work of art)

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #madison douglas #my writing #smoke and mirrors fic #sorry this got so long it got away from me a bit :/#I just love these two so much and their story has SO much depth even beyond this

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gofancyninjaworld · 2 years

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Idk if its been discussed before, but I also noticed on a repeating pattern in manga opm that would honestly explain the drastic difference in the webcomic. It highly relied on the right person saying the right thing in the right moment.

Like for example: CE and Zombieman. Thanks to Saitama's interference, Zombieman was able to give the emotional push in the form of gratitude and support for CE, something he really needed as kid. As a result, in comparison to his wc counterpart, he's less jaded by the adults around him, and may have found an actual pillar of support

Another is Genos and Saitama: the fact that Genos was able to ask Saitama that and Saitama has gained enough experience w troubled people that he knows how to reassure Genos. As a result, we see actual life and emotion in the eues of manga Genos, in direct contrast to his wc counterpart.

And last would be Tatsumaki and Blast. I reread their interaction in the webcomic, and I realized perhaps the slight changes to how Blast treated her shaped manga Tatsumaki as not the abusive and psychotic symbol in Fubuki's life like WC Tatsumaki is but into a deeply troubled but genuinely loved heroine and sister. For one, Blast actually lets her out of her confinement. The other, is the additional line on top of his advice and Tatsumaki's personal motto, is the manga original "Protect your family"

Idk, I just thought it was neat

I was thinking 'how does this excellent observation not have a ton of notes? Then I realised it was in my ask pile...oops.

This has been renting space in my mind since I read it. Yes, if story development is driven by people being able to say the right things at the right times, then the better developed people are, the better they'll be able to furnish that support. I think Child Emperor being able to find that the adults can be reliable and step up, even as he's becoming increasingly aware of how foolish and human they are, was an excellent change. Neither writing everybody off as worthless nor blindly trusting in everyone are helpful, so seeing Child Emperor challenge himself and see people in a more nuanced manner is good.

If I have to focus on one thing, your point about Blast and Tatsumaki made me go have a closer look at the webcomic and manga versions.

Blast's interaction with Tatsumaki was short and pretty harsh.

And this is what Tatsumaki was left with. The world's a hard place, so you have to be hard too, harder than anyone.

She seems to have walked off in her prison outfit.

The manga Blast also challenges Tatsumaki, but you're right, there's more to what he says. After telling her that it's not nice to lie, he continues by asking her what she hoped to accomplish by hiding her powers.

However, when Tatsumaki confesses to feeling like she has nothing to live for as she feels entirely unwanted and unneeded, Blast gives her a reason to use her powers, by reminding her about her sister.

Even the context in which he couches his famous advice is different. It's not a simple call to self-efficacy; it's an observation that powerful people can't sit around looking to others to help them. By their very nature, their problems run bigger than others'.

I trust the irony of Tatsumaki recalling Blast's advice at the point at which she's being protected is not lost on anyone. In fact, it's a double irony: the reason she cannot protect herself is that she's protecting millions of others from a monster that's looking to escape and eat them. However, the reason she's able to discard her self-protection to do so is because she can rely on another person to protect her. Ironies and nuances all the way through...

You're right; those few additional words probably made a huge difference to how Tatsumaki turned out in the manga. They were penetrating, but they weren't uncompromisingly harsh and worked to give her hope. The world is a hard place, that's why you have to look out for the soft.

Speaking of the ongoing involvements of characters, while it's clear from Tatsumaki's memories of Blast as a young man that she's not seen him for a long time, it's also been clear that Blast continues to take an interest in how Tatsumaki's getting along.

For me, stuff like this is worth the price of admission. Plot points are plot points, but it's the web of interactions and conflicts between characters that drive this story.

#OPM #meta #asks #Blast #Tatsumaki #Child Emperor #from webcomic to manga #yes with characters doing more they can also do more for each other #and catalyse more growth #I'd not sat down to look critically at how Blast and Tatsumaki's meeting went differently in the webcomic and manga #and the small changes do mean that Blast's message comes across differently #It's still up to Tatsumaki how she interprets her experiences but I think having a bit of kindness and hope extended her way has helped her

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doubtful — devyn & beatrix

It would be a lie if Devyn said she didn't catch Beatrix fidgeting more lately, missing stitches, shaky hands – it was easily seen if you paid attention and she did pay attention, so when she came to see the lady that evening only to find her at the vanity, face in her hands and hair dishevelled, Devyn wasn’t as surprised as she thought she’d be.

“My Lady Beatrix?” she asked in a hushed tone, not to startle the blonde woman. “Is everything alright?”

Upon hearing the right hand’s voice Beatrix wiped her face quickly and turned to see the woman behind her, “Oh, lady Devyn, good evening.”

“I am sorry to disturb you at this late hour, I just came back with the young prince and hoped we could have some tea together and tell you about today.”

“You could never disturb me, I would like to apologise for being caught not very decent,” she said, and finally stood up, trying to brush her hair with her hands in the process.

“A nightgown is decent enough for me, my lady,” replied Devyn with a chuckle, “I...” she paused and looked at the servant that entered the room, “Bring some chamomile tea for Lady Beatrix and I, please.”

Both women were silent for a moment, waiting for the servant to leave the room and distance herself from it. After those few seconds of silence, Devyn turned her gaze back to Beatrix and continued what she planned to say, “I would like it if you’d be honest with me on a matter, Beatrix.” the change of addressing brought some calm to the second wife, much like her husband, she preferred when she and Devyn were on a first-name basis, “Was I ever not?” she asked.

“Walls are thin in this palace, and I'm also a very observant person,” Beatrix smiled at her and shook her head, “The walls are thick enough, Devyn. They just bore your eyes and ears.”

The other woman nodded, offering the same smile before taking a few steps closer and continuing, “That being said, you haven't been yourself in a while.” Beatrix’s smile dropped, despite knowing where Devyn was going from the first sentence, she couldn't force herself to keep the facade.

“Must I tell you the reason?”

“I told you not to mind that mad woman..”

“I cannot stop minding her, Devyn. She’s the first wife and on top of that coming for a strong dynasty. She gave him not one, not two, but three healthy sons in one go and all she does is bully me with this.” said Beatrix almost exasperated, “And that awful man will try and do something to my prince sooner or later, on her very order.”

What a weird sight it was. Beatrix, the symbol of elegance and seriousness, always had a stoic face and straight posture — unbreakable, unmoved, was now back on her vanity’s chair, hair still dishevelled, eyes tired and wet from tears. How many nights ended like this for her, and how many more will continue to end like this were the questions going through Devyn’s mind.

“Oh, darling… Cordelia could’ve been the queen of Viboras herself and she still couldn’t match you, nor those three boys your two princes.” she got closer again, leaning herself on the vanity, careful to not break any of Beatrix’s belongings, “Shuu is the king’s firstborn son, that is an unchangeable fact. The boy is his heir and Cordelia cannot do anything about it as long as I am living and breathing, nor would Richter. He knows better than anyone not to cross me.”

“I don’t think she cares that much about who was first.”

“Neither do I, nor any of my ancestors when they supported the next head of this family. Kangs have made kings out of Sakamakis for centuries, my father put that bloody crown on your husband’s head and I will do just the same for Shuu.” she looked down at Beatrix, hand stretching towards her to push a hair strand behind her ear. “I am not putting the prince on that throne because he’s the firstborn, though that gives him an advantage in the eyes of others, I do it because I know he will be a good king, better than any of them.”

Beatrix wanted to hope so much, to listen to her words and believe it truly, to go to sleep at ease that night and the rest after. She knew Devyn was more than capable of this, but the doubts and fears still took over. “What if His Majesty decides otherwise, hmm? What if one day he wakes up and decides that my Shuu is not good enough?”

“With all my respect to the king, it was never his place to choose the heir and it will never be. He wants the my family’s and my support, he allows some choices to be made by us.” she declared, taking Beatrix’s face in her hands. “It’s how it has always been, since the first generation to the current one. I will make Shuu king, I swear that to you. I will guide him before and after his ascension until my own heir will take my place as right hand.”

Devyn leaned forward even more, hands still cupping the lady’s face, “I will make him king.” she whispered, “That crown and that throne are his by law, by my word.”

#felt like writing something for these two #devyn kang #beatrix sakamaki #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik oc #karlheinz sakamaki #shuu sakamaki

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