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lovelykhaleesiii · 11 months

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Merhaba!

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Warning: non-con, toxic behavior, baby trapping?

Request here! for a modern dark!aegon, where the reader has been his friend for a long time and aegon has a horrible dependency on her, as well as an obsession and mostly never lets anyone near her, since he sees her as his, anyway, the reader one day tells him she is accepted for a scholarship in another country but he gets mad because she is going to leave him so he forces her to have sex with him and also hopes to get her pregnant so she will never leave him.

you’re so cute nonnie!!!!! this is totally fine, I don’t normally write for non-con, but I’ll let this slide cause it’s kinda hot 🥵 I’m combining it with this ask, and leaning more towards a dub-con, manipulation tactic of dark!Aegon!!! hope you enjoy xx

quote in the link above is - "gentle, slow manipulation - "just a kiss" to "I'll only grind against you" to "only the tip, promise" to "just a little more" to "I won't cum inside" until you're a cum-filled wreck underneath them."

Dilemmas & Dreams.

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 4,179.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, co-dependency, somnophilia, dub-con, slight mentions of non-con, mentions of pregnancy, time jumps.

A/N - so this took me forever cause it was a hard concept to plot. tried to make it more dub-con/non-con but still slightly consensual, just because I do not condone using violence for sex. but dark!Aeg is just my intrusive thots. I also did not include my taglists, just cause I did not want to trigger or force anyone to feel the need to read this, if it isn't your thing <3 no pressure. this is for a specific audience.

It was an universal understanding that relationships could get complicated from time to time, to say at the very least... This did not cease with your unique relationship with Aegon.

With every fibre in your heart, you love him dearly, and that [if you were being honest], would never change. He generally was not the ideal type of man you'd pursue [as you had initially assumed] nor did you think it was even a realistic possibility to fall for his type. Likewise, you did no think of yourself as his particular type, although Aegon was less picky than you when it came to finding a mate. Yet he had this almost omnipotent-like power over you. Luring you farther and deep enough, he kept you eagerly lingering for more: for more of his touch, his scent, his love and affections. An urge you attempted countless of times to keep silenced and at bay, and yet you felt the constant, probing need to keep the man sated.

With many of your short, previous relationships, you'd never granted a man the opportunity to bear such a profound effect on you, nor did any of them truly possess the charisma Aegon had naturally wielded. It was all very consuming and perplexing, yet a part of you quite enjoyed the crisp attention Aegon showered you with in return for your loyalty and commitment to him. Your long-time warfare of constantly seeking approval and praise did not help the situation either, only exploiting your vulnerability more, as you vowed to refuse disappointing the man at all costs.

And from what you had learnt and could decipher about Aegon's history, he had never grown this infatuated with another before, let alone actually granted himself the opportunity to have a significant other. His previous flings had been fleeting and meaningless, only to glutton himself off of sex, inflating his subtle ego. However, you, you had caught him off-guard. A fellow colleague and long-time friend of Aemond's, you had met mutually. You knew of each other, though had never truly met, for Aemond was desperate to keep some distance between yourself and his elder brother. He had mentioned many things about Aegon, not all good, yet you knew better than to judge or presume. In theory, you were both quite the opposites, yet something about you, your innocence, warm demeanour drew him to you, like a moth to a flame. From the many family quarrels Aemond had disclosed to you, it seemed Aegon was problematic with some sort of self-conflict from within. He struggled with certain tendencies such as drinking, partying, avoiding responsibilities, yet nonetheless, he was still pretty decent and respectful towards you. Helplessly though, you felt an immense pity for him, even if Aemond argued against it, perhaps it was your nativity: regardless, the more Aegon latched himself closer towards you, the better he became. More present at home, the less he drank and spent his days hungover and pissed, the less hostile he was towards his family.

Although, he remained a pest towards his younger brothers, Aemond and Daeron, occasionally taunting them. Not to mention, he did go against Aemond's urges to leave you alone.

"Aeg, Y/N's off limits. I have never asked of anything from you, nor have I ever really expected anything from you, if I'm being honest. But, I digress, she is off limits. Understood?"

"Why, have you finally grown the balls to actually ask her out? Or you scared she'll actually say yes to the likes of me?"

"OFF LIMITS Aeg! I fucking mean it!"

"No, no- How about I date Y/N instead, and in return I leave you alone? See now that sounds like an even better deal to me, brother."

Not to mention, you were undeniably a sight for sore eyes, beautiful nonetheless, he was determined to have you. The thought that someone else could pluck you from him at any given second, not excluding his younger brother, began to stir something rageful inside of him. The more time he spent around you, the more possessive he could feel himself becoming. A side he did not fathom existed in him, yet you had so ignorantly ignited. Although, he relished in it. Eventually, and much to Aemond's reluctance he inserted himself into your conversations, making his presence known whenever you were around, or forcing his younger brother to exploit your whereabouts with threats only each brother knew about one another. Regardless, his tactics worked and eventually, you became his. His.

Since then all had been bliss, yet, now, you were struck with a dilemma...

****

"What do you mean you could be moving, Y/N? Is this a few weeks kinda thing or you're gone... For good?" Aegon raised, his voice growing audibly louder with such a ferocity, you'd never heard the likes of it before.

"W-Well it's a scholarship, Aeg. One that I honestly never even thought possible to get, I-I just applied off a whim. B-But now that they're offering it, maybe, just maybe, I was hoping you could support me."

The words fell shaky from your quivering lips; Aegon's face was struck with a blatant concoction of confusion, hurt and fury, like a wounded predator that had unforeseen a counter attack.

"Just answer me this, Y/N, how long exactly will you be gone for? How long are you planning to leave me?"

He took a great stride towards you, his hands reaching over, tightly gripping your forearms by the sides, as if in fear you might run at any minute. His voice although stern and unnerving, his lilac eyes glistened tearily.

"It-It's a funded Masters course, Aeg, just for two years I'll be studying abroad. B-But I'll plan to come back to see you whenever I can. Every holiday, every semester's break, you bet I'm coming back to you. A-And you could even come and see me, baby. You know, I-I would never leave you like that, Aeg, you know this, p-please-"

An eerie silence was all that you were met with, as Aegon's grip on you had loosened slowly. His face remained stoic, yet his teary eyes flickered, before he began to dauntingly nod his head, walking away from you towards the closed window of your apartment. You could hear sniffles, before he released a long, exhausted sigh as he looked onwards to the scenery outside.

"So this is how you disregard me, huh, Y/N? Is this how you see me, see us? Just something you can toss to the fucking side, once you find something a little more interesting to chase after?"

His harsh words stung like the venom of a viper. Now turned back towards you, his hardened gaze was chilling, almost even threatening. You felt somewhat fearful of Aegon at this very exact moment, although he would never hurt you, that you were certain of. He was often stubborn and hot-tempered though knew to control himself swiftly. Reassured by this, you simultaneously also felt the desperate urge to coddle and soothe his fears, vouching that you could nor would ever dispose of him like some piece of garbage.

"A-Aeg, never! That's not me, please! You are overthinking this, Aegon, you'-re-you're not thinking straight, my love. I-I know this can be overwhelming but t-try to understand me. Please-"

Taking a small step towards him, you came to a sudden halt, as he took a step back maintaining the distance between. His hand lifting mid way as if to signal you to stop, swatting you away.

"So now my feelings aren't valid? Fuck, Y/N... You really are starting to sound like a real, spoilt little bitch now. Just like the rest of them fucking sluts!"

Seating himself promptly down onto the bed, he ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, his head facing towards the ground, as another defeated sigh escaped his lips once more. It was only when he resumed his sole attention back unto your frozen frame, did he stupidly realise that now he had really crossed the line.

"Get out," Your voice although quiet just above a whisper, was crisp.

"Y/N-Baby-I-I didn't mean that-"

"Out, Aegon!"

A tightness in your chest began to intensify, a hand falling over your left, clothed breast, as your breathing began to hasten into loud, hitched sobs. Your eyes darted mindlessly around the room, feeling as though the walls began to close in, a sense of claustrophobia that you'd never feared nor experienced before brewing. Your cheeks turning scarlet by the seconds, as your eyes began to fill with hot tears, streaking down your tender face. Cowering down your other free hand, was poorly attempting to grab at anything solid enough to keep you upright, although Aegon bounding over towards you, reached over, lending you a spare chair, guiding your shaking body over to sit, as he cowered down in front of you.

"Y/N, Y/N, my angel, baby please- I-I didn't mean that, I-I could never mean that. I'm just so-just so upset that you-you didn't tell me about this. You-You always tell me everything. What would I do without you, huh, my sweet girl?-"

Brushing a strand of your hair aside, his other free hand cupping your hot, blushed cheek, his thumb stroking away a freshly fallen tear.

"H-How could I live without you for two years, if I can't even bear an evening without you?"

And yet no response other than earning heart-aching sobs from your behalf. Seeing you in such a distraught, unconsolable state only in turn tormented Aegon, as the tears that he had once so proudly held back, now began to streak across his soft, handsome face.

"B-Baby, please. Please, say something. I-I'm so sorry, don't-don't hate me. I couldn't bear it-"

"Ugh- Just fuck off, Aegon!-" Wailing his arms off you, you shove him off, as you stand hastily, storming aside, creating that deliberate distance in between once again. Aegon slowly rises himself up, that familiar hurt look tinged across his disheartened face, he roughly wipes the tears off his eyes, leaving them puffy and red.

"Sorry? Sorry about what exactly, Aeg? Sorry, that you can't just be an adult for one second, and accept the fact that some of us have priorities in our lives other than being in a fucking relationship? To think that you could be mature about this, how foolish of me..."

"Y/N, I-"

"Don't, Aeg! Don't even bother explaining yourself... I think it's best that you just leave me to decide."

Brazenly interrupting him before he could utter another word, your hand meekly gestures towards the door to your apartment. You couldn't even find the stamina to look Aegon dead in the eyes, fearful that any tender look from his part, you'd crumble once more in a second.

Seeing how riled up and tense you were, Aegon reluctantly began to pace himself towards the door, taking his time before a firm hand reached, gripping the metal knob of the door. The door opening as he unlocked the entry, he came to a sudden stop, turning back momentarily staring at you, tempted to say something. However, just as his attention panned across to you, your focus from him shifted elsewhere, fleeting from a window to the floor, desperate not to look directly at him. Sensing your message, he remained quiet as he left the premises, firmly shutting the door behind.

As the pain-staking silence fell once more, the intensity of the situation felt magnitude that very second Aegon had left. Feeling weak in your knees, your walked back over towards your bed, laying yourself down, burying your tearful face into a pillow, as the sobs returned, only now muffled. Your mind was racing rapidly. Regardless of what had unfolded, you cared deeply for Aegon and knew that it wounded him immensely that you hadn't involved him in your decision, prior to making such a life-changing commitment. It was his life too, that you toyed with, and a deep, integral part of you felt somewhat guilty.

Although, the ugly side of Aegon had showed, and it scarred you bitterly. Would he act and lash out like this at every chance something major would come? Was it a flaw of his, that you were willing to accept and embrace? You had no certainty. The fleeting minutes became hours into the night, as you laid still in bed, empty of tears, eyes stinging, your pillow soaked and face flustered, before you'd gradually began to fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted by the day's mishaps, you were hopeful the new day would offer some consolation...

****

Whether you had been dreaming vividly enough to be stirred awake, you could not say. Although, Aegon was on your mind as you drifted off to sleep, remaining in your dreams and as you slightly woke, too tiresome to remember the details of the events in the long hours prior. You felt something heavy, yet awfully familiar, the musky scent, pressing against your body.

Followed by a soft "shush-ing", you instantly recognised the deep, low tone that belonged to your boyfriend's manly voice.

"It's just me, baby. Go back to sleep. I couldn't leave you all alone like this."

"Hmm, Aeg-" Was all that you could pathetically muster, before returning readjusting your head on the pillow. It wasn't uncommon for Aegon to find himself in your apartment after hours or even whilst you were still out during the day, for you did offer him keys, and came home to find him lounging around as if it was his own home. You trusted him enough to share a copy, and up until now, he had been loyal not to abuse his right, thus, this reoccurrence had never startled you.

"That's right, my sweet girl. It's just me... I'm going to fix everything, okay?"

Unlike how sinister and brooding his tone with you was just hours ago, you now felt comforted and safe, hearing that familiar, saintly tone of his. Like a lullaby it ushered you back to sleep, as you felt a small, wet kiss planted on your forehead, as he brushed the astray strands off your face, taking a few moments to gaze upon you lustfully, before stirring himself up.

Feeling the mattress beneath move, you sensed that he was now positioned on his knees, hovering above you, as each leg pinned to either sides of your upper thighs, faintly hearing a metal clanging, as he unbuckled his belt and zipper. You remained laying comfortably on your stomach, your back facing him, your face turned to the side against the plush pillow, he could see you just faintly nodding against his words in agreement. It earned a soft smile from Aegon, as he pulled his pants down enough, laying over you, as his bare, hard cock began to grind against the thin fabric of your dress, just between your ass cheeks. Just from the sheer action, you could feel some wetness stirring beneath, a visceral reaction Aegon found so easily he could induce from you.

"Only the tip, baby... I promise. I'm going to make it up to you, my sweet, sweet angel."

Sensually lifting your dress up, he lightly lifted you, turning you slightly to the side with one arm, just enough for him to pull your panties down: planting you back gently, as to not startle you completely awake.

"My good, good girl. Always doing so well for me, not like anyone else...I was such a dick to you, wasn't I, baby?"

Earning another simple nod, he resumed with grazing his cock over your sensitive skin, feeling its pulsating throbs against your cheeks.

"But my princess, did do something very naughty... Trying to leave me, without asking. Leaving me all alone, you know how upset that would make me, right baby?"

"Hmm-Aeg-"

"But look at you begging for me...Now what makes you think you could leave me so easily, then? Precious girl, didn't think this through, did she?"

Gradually, his firm, thick cock slowly began to push itself deeper and deeper between your thighs, as one, strong arm stretched over your side to keep him steady, the other manoeuvred your legs, spreading them wide enough for him to position himself right between your centre.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm here now, I'm going to help you make this decision, like a good boyfriend. Wouldn't want you to overthink anything, now let me take care of you... I promise I won't go in deeper, I won't cum inside."

Feeling your eyes naturally flutter from reality and dream, as you felt a lightening pain course through your body from the sensitive spot below. Aegon had forced himself in, your walls stretching as wide as possible to accomodate for his dense, throbbing mass, you could feel yourself tightly clenching over him, rewarded by deep, growling grunts and moans from him.

"Fuck, baby. Always know how fucking good to make me feel...Now why would you ruin it, and do something so stupid? Have I been so cruel, you wish to leave me?"

"N-No Aeg-" You'd managed to softly whimper, stirring even more awake, although eyes remained firmly shut, as you arched yourself in response to Aegon's slowly paced thrusts.

"Are you bored with Aeg, that you want to leave me?"

"No."

"Have I frightened you so, you wish to run away far from me?"

Within that split second he'd uttered those words, that familiar, daunting tone returned to him, and you felt your heart begin to beat feverishly.

"I-I love you Aeg."

Now his thrusts began to hasten in response to your words, his grunts primal and louder.

"Say it again, I'm struggling to believe you. You tried to deceive me today, angel. That was cruel of you...Say it again."

"I love you, Aegon."

This time more awake and conscious of what was going on, you were too deeply saturated in being sated by Aegon in the moment. You couldn't muster a single ounce of dignity nor sanity at this very moment to stop him in his tracks, knowing what he was capable of, he had all the power in his court.

"P-Pull out, Aeg-"

Your wetness now greatly coating his deep, hefty cock, feeling the mess beginning to ooze and seep from the edges of your entrance down your thighs. As he pulled out slightly and with his help, he turned you over, now both of you facing one another, although this time, managing to maintain complete and utter focus. Resuming to his sloppy, rough thrusts, you could feel the intensity of his cock, determined to push and shove himself as deep as possible, the tip of his cock just striking that sweet, sensitive spot of your cervix.

Aegon's face lowered down towards yours, as his ample, moist lips lingered over yours. Momentarily, just grazing above one another, before plummeting down on yours, as he noticed your lips beginning to stir to speak, desperate to shut you before you could ask once more. His tongue forced it way into yours, swirling and occupying your own: this unexplainable control that he had over you, now once more overtaking you. In the moments that Aegon had left, although maddened by his words, you had missed him. Could his brutal words bear truth, that two years without seeing him, would be impossible?

"Now, why would I do that? I promised you I would help, that's what I'm going to do. I'm doing this all for us."

His lips now trailing along your jawline down to the crook of your neck, where he knew you had a weak, sensitive spot that made you close to thoughtless. You could feel a upturn smirk strewed across his face, against your skin. Regardless, you could not surmise his intention, far too deep in devious, lustful thoughts, you needed Aegon to sate you completely.

"A-Aeg-"

Within a few more long, taunting minutes as Aegon edged you on, he could no longer contain himself. Feeling his warm, dense seed filling you up, it was a feeling unlike the many, intimate times before. You both were often proactive in protection, and yet tonight, although different, it was somewhat sublime.

"That's my good, perfect girl, that's it. Did so fucking well. I need you to stay put like this for me, okay?"

Regardless, that his fill had drenched you inside, Aegon remained buried deeply inside. Somehow, managing to turn you once more to the side, as he laid himself cosily behind you, thick, muscular arms holding you tenderly from behind, as his cock remained sorely stretching yet pleasantly coaxing you inside.

"Hush now baby, my good, sweet princess. How could I ever let you go so easily, huh? What kind of a man would I be to let his girl leave like that?-"

His hot, breathless words felt soothing as he whispered against your ears, his free hand atop, once more fixing the sweat-infused tangled strands away from your heated face. Leaving a few pecks of kisses against your dewy skin.

"Now promise to get some rest for me, angel. I need you strong for my little surprise."

****

Had you known what was to follow in the early months to come, the significance of Aegon's cryptic gesture following the sex that night. How his large, rough hand found it's way over to your lower abdomen, lightly caressing it in a circular motion, something he'd never normally done before, although not unquestionable at the time... Upon awaking early that morning, Aegon explained his surprise visit during the night, grieving over the sheer thought of losing you was enough to make the man cry once more, profusely apologising for the poisonous words he'd spat upon you. He refused to leave your side, and you knew you could not stop him. Nonetheless, he was well-intentioned, and you forgave him, allowing him to spend many more nights and days to come. Too preoccupied with the decision to be made, as Aegon kept pestering you for advice and discussion, you'd forgotten the whole notion of birth control, and only remembered a few days after. Regardless, the love making did not cease, as Aegon persuaded you that he wished to spend as many hours with you, "in case you decide to leave, I need to cherish every moment with you." Poetic of him, although, his agenda was far more conniving.

****

"Aeg- I'm, I'm pregnant."

The words were as sweet as honey to his sly ears: he did not lash out nor did he act upset nor surprised. In fact, unlike the momentous news you'd dropped before regarding the scholarship, this did not seem to phase him, not in the slightest.

You both rarely spoke of the thought of having children together, being both still quite young in age, and knowing that Aegon's youth was not one he favoured, regardless, he remained pleasantly optimistic upon hearing the news.

"Baby, this is good- This is wonderful."

"B-But what about the scholarship, what do I do?"

Cupping your tender, shocked face in his hands, his reassuring smile offered you some ease, though not enough. A child, an actual child. You hadn't really comprehended the notion of motherhood, nor did you completely go against it.

"Y/N, this-" One hand now stroking the same spot on your lower stomach, now a slight swell present, as he did those many nights ago. It all clicked now.

"This happened for a reason, you can't deny us this. Our own little baby, Y/N, we can have our own little family, sweetie. I promise I'll take care of us, all of us. You can't be stressing about some scholarship now..."

"But Aeg, I really did want it."

"So you-you want the scholarship, more than a family? More than making me happy or yourself? I thought you would be okay with this."

"I-Of course Aeg, I would love to have a family with you, only you now that I'm being honest. But I just always thought in due time, I-"

"Now's the time baby... This happened to us for a reason. Maybe the scholarship wasn't meant to be. Maybe something else will come along, they're always giving out scholarships, babe. If they offered it to you before, they'll offer it again. How could they deny you?"

His words sweet, and reaffirming. It was true, there were endless opportunities to apply for degrees and scholarships throughout the years. And it seemed Aegon, was extremely on board with the idea of becoming a father. Knowing how far he'd come from the rebellious boy he'd once been, stammering into the house late at night as Aemond and you remained studying endlessly, to the confident man he was now, was astounding. His dear mother, Alicent, even knew it, and thanked you deeply, for years she had been aimlessly trying to better her eldest.

"You are making all this possible for me, Y/N. Things I never dreamt to be or the person I'd become, you are the sole reason for my happiness. And now with this baby, I feel I could conquer the world."

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loveemagicpeace · 6 months

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Gemini Rising🧩

They are very talkative and love to talk. Many times they integrate quickly into society. They can make friends quickly and people feel comfortable with them and like to talk to them.

In their 2nd house is cancer-they like to own things. And that they only love their own things. They actually don't like it when people touch their things for some reason, they also appreciate things related to family or things that someone gives them. They like to share things only with people close to them.

In their 3rd house is leo- they always want to be right when they fight with someone or say things. They always want to have the last word or they want it things that they say that they're right even if they are don’t. Many times they say things in a very direct way. They can also have a big ego.

In their 4th house is virgo- it means that they like a beautiful and organized home. They like cleanliness and a beautiful environment. Whether it is love or approval, there always seems to be something that needs to be fixed, changed, or nurtured in their soul, as if it was a bit damaged from the start. Very often, this comes as a consequence of a deeply cold relationship with the parent of opposite sex.

In their 5th house is libra- they're very social people and they can get along with everyone. In dating life they usually date a lot of people or they can also flirt with them. But they are very picky in love and they will not have a partner if the partner is not beautiful or the appearance is not the way they wanted them to be. They usually like only people who are very beautiful or successful popular.

In their 6th house is scorpio- they usually pay attention a lot to their health and they could also be paranoid about it sometimes. They are so serious about work that they can become obsessed with it. They can be extremely intense when dealing with their colleagues, so they work better alone. When it comes to their everyday life, they need to find and experience their emotional and spiritual callings.

In their 7th house is sagittarius- they usually look for partner who is very open-minded & loves to travel and love to do things related to other culture or energy or anything related to faith. They want someone who is passionate about things. They can be pretty much impulsive in relationship sometimes or they expect too much in their partner. Also tend to have a strong need for independence. They can also attract all of partners who will change their life because sag is sign of growth. So they will grow through the relationships that they will have & will learn a lot from it.

In their 8th house is capricorn- they can see a lot of cruel things in this world and deal with all of the dark things when they are young or in their early life. Also their parents can cause them drama or some trauma. Things can be related to their parents especially father. There is always a side to their family tree that is hard to understand, while they lack structure and a healthy routine, especially in sleeping patterns and rest.

In their 9th house is aquarius- they're very freedom loving people. They accept all the culture a lot of the people in this world and they're not judging at all. Learning through symbols will be as easy as it gets, which makes these people turned to astrology, mathematics and programming.

In their 10th house is pisces- they prefer to work alone than with people. They create careers that people never believed they would have. Cuz the house is related to parents especially father figure usually they have father who's been drinking or doing drugs or something related to one parent or father that is not mentally the most stable or this could relate to their early childhood when they deal with things that are confusing and misunderstood.

In their 11th house is aries-they are very protective friend and they will protect their friends for all costs. They will do a lot for people they love and they will stand by them.Boundaries need to be set and respected, as well as the dedication that flows both ways in order for their relationships to last.

In their 12th house is taurus -the mystery of the material world can remain a hidden for years. True intimacy is found in secret bonds, and warmth will have to be built in solitude, realizing at first just how much we are worth and only later starting to search for someone who will recognize this.

Cancer rising🌙

they come forward more or less whimsical but at the same time many people, approach them with stories. They are private people and usually share everything only with people they trust or family. Family is an important part of them. Many times they dress comfortably and as they feel at that moment.

In their 2nd house is leo- means they can spend money quickly. Many times they can play money. And they can become obsessed with gambling. They value fun and the things they love. They spend a lot of money on themselves and put their needs before others. Also they are not really into food.

In their 3rd house is virgo- which means that they talk a lot in details and sometimes go too much into things that are not important. Their main topic is often work - they love to talk about work and things related to it. Sometimes they have too realistic a view and worry too much about things over which they have no control.

In their 4th house is libra-which means they tend to have a loving home full of warmth. If there are no special aspects. Many things can be related to looks and appearance. Many times they take care of the appearance of the family. They want things to look normal and suitable for society.

In their 5th house is scorpio- which means they can be very intense when dating and like to be in control. A lot of times they can cover up things about themselves. This is someone who loves their ancestors, even those that weren’t loved by the rest of the family. As a strong magnetic pull, the 5th in Scorpio will ask to be manifested in strangest of ways, but on an everyday level mostly through constructive change. This is someone who cannot settle or be happy with little things in life.

In their 6th house is sagittarius- many times they are lucky in finding work or in general in the work they do. Their routine is often spontaneous and different. They can go through the day optimistically.

In their 7th house is capricorn- which means that they take relationships seriously and responsibly. They don't like to waste time with people and appreciate someone who is respected. Therefore, they avoid being surrounded by others and prefer to be in small groups. These people are looking for a partner who can help them make their dreams come true. This placement is perfect for business or couples who are trying to make money working together.

In their 8th house is aquarius- they can often be skeptical of things they cannot touch and many times look at things realistically and logically. There are also unpredictable things about their family or there are very strange situations when it comes to inheritance.

In their 9th house is pisces- whether they have faith or not - that depends. There is definitely a mission they should follow in this lifetime. The sign of Pisces creates magic, but also rules all poisonous and unexplored areas of life.

In their 10th house is aries-many times they start a fight in a crowd of people. They don’t care about how things look like. Can motivate and inspire people to work hard towards their professional goals. Their life, they may have to go through many difficult periods, yet they’re not complaining. They have a lot of self-esteem and can become even more ambitious when someone is criticizing them at work.

In their 11th house is taurus- they tend to cling to old friendships. They also have old school dreams about their future. Taurus is known for being motivated by money. So they are usually focused on obtaining financial gains from their social relationships. They give a lot of importance to the materialistic side of life because when having everything they want, they can feel free.

In their 12th house is gemini- may provide an individual's character with an extraordinary fusion of profound feelings and conceptual intrigue. This is also a position that could give a wonderful talent for languages.

-Rebekah🦭🌙✨

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fxshigurosbae · 1 year

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THE PRETTY DAUGHTER . . .

he is the last person you should be messing with.

⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (30) x f!reader (19)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — yakuza!au, slight!ooc dub!con, daddy issues, age gap, brat, forbidden love, pet names, mentions of masturbation, creampie, car sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, strong language.

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being the only girl in the family was tough, all the more, having to deal with your father — who wasn’t that present, and an yakuza, head of the company — plus a brother, megumi — who surely cared for you, but in his own way, a prodigy and the business’ heir. toji fushiguro, was the man who raised you, you were his child, youngest daughter, and your mother, was never there, being alone most of the time, since you were in the shadows, being protected, hidden away. from the very beginning, he had to make sure there was food, clothes, water, everything for you and megumi, and that costed a price — his time with you, and a normal life, as well.

in the middle of those endless numbers of men — not a single female presence — that surrounded your daily life, whether them being your father’s assistants, those that dealt with the ugly part of work or simply servants, there was just one different from the rest. gojo satoru was toji’s right arm, a decade older than you, he dealt with customers apparently, what your father couldn’t do well, communicate without scaring people away. even though you didn’t have an active role on the family business, you’d hear behind walls, have megumi tell you the details, or even, beg satoru for some spicy information, gossip. he’d seen you grow up, not so closely, still, you only had your big brother, or him to talk to. daddy was strict, possessive, careful, very rigid and picky with those that came close to his family, satoru was one he’d trust.

perhaps, one thing about him intrigued you, why did it feel like he looked at you differently, it could have been because he felt pity for you, having to live among men mainly. yet, you couldn’t lie that you weren’t that innocent, even if not knowing the man’s true intentions, your instincts got you to do some bold things, especially after you turned eighteen — and it’s been a year since that. satoru must have gotten used to seeing you wear pleated skirts, folding the hems to get them to cover only over the top of your thighs, with knee high socks — tight enough to press against your skin and show the fluff — wearing lacy thongs underneath. or when it was summer, with bikini bras and shorts around the house whenever he visited — almost everyday — and had to hear megumi call you out and tell you to cover up, which you never did, not until gojo was gone.

you would do anything to get his attention. even though he was charming, playful, had a flirty aura, you’d never see him make a move on you — and you watched him talk with other women when you were all out for fancy dinners and stuff like that. it made you jealous, and to fantasize about him touching you makes your legs squish together every time, cheeks burn and a moan stuck on your throat. you had been annoyed at his lack of response to your methods, almost throwing yourself at him, discretely enough, backing away and pouting whenever he ignored you, leaving him alone — like a child throwing a tantrum. realizing that maybe he just wasn’t interested, and actually really did see you just as a child, as his boss’ daughter only, or even as his own niece, the possibility made you back up for a while, not tease anymore, and it used to be so fun to do that teasing, fun to have your heart race at doing stupid little silly things like the skirts and no-bra.

the special night had come, you even forgot, it was an important dinner, more like a party, a gathering, a business ball somewhat. of course, daddy’d have to show you off, even if you almost never saw him, you had to accept his offer, you wanted him around whenever you could, after all, you really were a toxic daddy’s girl, you hated it, hated him for never being there, yet you loved when he gave you the slightest of attention, daddy’s unattainable attention. so many guests, unknown people, old men, rich men and their families, and you thought megumi would keep you company, but he wasn’t a little boy anymore, your father stole him, to help make business, anything they could get with those billionaires would be great. and so, you were alone, again, like a trophy, fushiguro’s trophy, the prettiest girl in the room, wearing a purposefully seductive gown, low cleavage, pine green. it didn’t matter, you started drinking a little, not enough to get you drunk, even though you were halfway to turning twenty, no one would know, no one would care, plus it was boring, what else could you do? no hot guy to potentially hook up with in the bathroom, no satoru around—

“are you drinking?” you turned your head around, the previous statement no longer true, shying away and flipping your head to stare in front of you, as the man on your earlier thoughts sits besides you.

“why do you care, satoru?” taking a sip of your drink, feeling your throat burn a little, nothing too strong.

“you shouldn’t even be drinking, y/n. wanna get drunk in front of toji?” he questions, his voice low and serious, unusual.

“daddy doesn’t care.” you mumbled back, putting down the empty glass on the table, leaning back against the chair and pouting a little.

“i do, don’t want you causing any trouble either, you know tonight’s important.” you ignore, glancing at him and fixating your eyes on his for a second, furrowing your eyebrows and feeling your cheeks burn — he looks handsome, white hair slicked back, jawline exposed, no sunglasses, nothing over his eyes, just glossy lips, black smooth suit paired with dark tie.

“yeah, megumi made sure to tell me that a lot of times.” unable to stare at him for a long time, or else you’ll wear your lipstick off by biting on your lip too harsh, it’s impossible to keep this close distance. it’s quiet, he doesn’t have a word to say, until that silence is broken by a waiter bringing you another drink, which as soon as you put your lips on the glass, gojo takes it away from you, putting the glass on the table, right in front of him, so if you tried to take it, you’d have to straddle on his lap.

“stop it, y/n. don’t be a silly girl.” gojo’s not usually this serious, not usually this man that seems to care about everything. rolling your eyes at his previous action, annoyed at the fact that firstly, he comes at your table, scoffs you for drinking, takes your drink and secondly, he acts like he cares, when he doesn’t even see you as a woman.

“don’t you have people to talk to? leave me alone like all of you always do, and just let me be a silly girl, at least.” angrily cursing, no one around to hear any way, and as if you’d care, and the silence installs again on the air.

“that’s it, i’m taking you home.” before you could say anything back, your face morphs in confusion, as you watch him sip onto the glass your lips had just touched and stained with lipstick, gulping every drop of alcohol, banging it on the table and standing on his feet. as soon as you knew, you were being taken by your wrist, his grip was tight, and you stumbled on the first steps, holding against his palm.

“the fuck you think you’re doing?” you protest as he avoids crowds and you throw a casual fit, a discrete one at least, one of your father’s men approaches and follows beside gojo, who ignores you.

“tell toji that i’m taking her home, she doesn’t feel well.” he orders the man, seeing him leave as you struggle to get off his grip, still attempting to pull away but you give in as soon as you’re pushed all the way the hall and onto the elevator. satoru stands in front of you, with his back to you, more specifically, still holding onto your wrist, standing so close to him makes you notice the height difference between you both, you can smell his scent, extravagant fragrance. and your heart has never beaten so fast.

“i didn’t say i wanted to leave.” you argued, with a calmer voice now.

“but i said you were.”

“that’s not fair.” you look to the floor, wishing he couldn’t hear your heart exploding out of your chest, just being alone with him like this had never happened before.

“life’s not fair, sweetie, get used to it.” he called you what? there was no time to think, you were soon being pulled again, towards another empty hallway, filled with securities, stepping out of there just to find the car waiting for you both, just a few meters away. opening the back door, he pushed you inside, putting his head in to say: “get out.” he demanded the driver, watching the poor man make his way out of the vehicle in a hurry, quietly. he left you in the back, beginning to drive, but instead of exiting the lot, he made his way to an empty parking spot behind the tall building you were just now, it didn’t take more than two minutes, you were way too confused.

“what are you doing? didn’t you say you were taking me home?” he shut you up by closing the door as he stepped out of the car, adjusting his suit outside and turning to the window, just to now open the back door, suddenly seating beside you, strangely. gojo takes a deep breath, leaning his back and head against the leather, spreading his legs on the seat, his hands on his lap, it took great strength for you to not stare too much, to not gulp a little too hard. his head slightly turned towards you, his gaze too intense.

“you really think you can do whatever you want, don’t you?” he questions, low voice that sounded way too loud, maybe because of the car, small yet big and spacious.

“are you going to keep me in the car and go back inside just to punish me?” an unexpected smirk appears on his lips.

“i could do that, if you want.” your heart definitely skipped a beat.

“stop being mean, gojo.”

“calling me gojo, now? you must be mad at me for not letting you act like a little kid back there.” he giggled, a giggle that was way too pretty.

“hurry up, i don’t care being alone anymore, though i’d rather be left alone at home if you don’t mind.” you flip your head to the window, crossing your arms, squeezing a little too hard against your chest because you feel that if you don’t, he’ll see your heart beating, but you didn’t notice them almost popping out of the cleavage.

“i wasn’t planning on leaving you alone, actually,” it stays silent again, you don’t dare look at him. “i know you want attention, you like it when i give it to you, huh? know i’m not your dear daddy though.” it was harsh to hear the truth come out of his mouth so easily, your eyes shyly look at his way, with a slow turn of your head.

“why’d you wanna give attention to a girl you don’t even see as a woman?” it was tiring, you had enough of these games, trying to not play the victim, the poor little abandoned girl with daddy issues, but you gave in.

“who said that?” the way his lips pronounced those words didn’t feel real.

“you don’t need to say it.” the cold air from outside was no longer present, you felt warm and hot, burning, from anxiety, the darkness in between the warm lights from the streelights made you feel even more conflicted.

“but you’re wrong, y/n.” he was closer, a little too much, his cologne still strongly infecting your nostrils.

“don’t do this to me, ‘toru.” you were helpless, how could this man make you mad at him and then make you say his name so cutely.

“you think i don’t know when you try to get my attention? wearing flimsy skirts ‘round the house? wearing this fucking sexy dress? your tits are about to tear it in half. fuck, you didn’t even need to try that hard, but bet you got tired, ‘s why you act so distant now, isn’t that so?” every word made it’s way inside your brain, feeling his breath against your cheek, the way the air wouldn’t leave your mouth or nose correctly.

“you never paid attention to me.” you deny to yourself, sounding so vulnerable, voice trembling.

“oh, i did. way more than i could, you don’t know how hard it is to restrain myself,” your breath hitched, his hand making it’s way towards your leg, as you turn to him, leaning against the window. “knowing you’re toji’s pretty daughter, untouchable, if he finds out that i wanna fuck you ‘till you’re so dumb for my cock, he’d kill me on the spot.” gojo’s lips are just a few inches away from yours, exchanging breaths, your chest rises up and down desperately, while his is pleading.

“you wanna do that to me?” you dumbly question, he grins back at you.

“yeah, you don’t even know how much.” his hand grips your waist, making you shiver, feeling the touch, the flesh.

“you can show me, how much.” as soon as you say that, he is up to devouring you, pulling you so close, as you gasp, so he leads his tongue inside your mouth, dancing and swirling seductively, passionately, needily. gojo pulls you onto his lap in a swift move, effortlessly, lifting your gown up to your thighs so that you can spread both legs beside his waist, while he manspreads, again. your chest pushing against his own, warming him all up, your panties beginning to soak as the kiss intensifies, and you feel something poke against you, he’s getting hard, so hard.

you’re the first one to pull away, try to take in some air, but he’s the first one to get back to you, leaning his face to attach his lips against yours, fondling your ass through the fabric, grinding your hips unconsciously against his bulge, having a heart stroke at his sudden thrust up, leading you to whimper against him.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good, y/n, you want it?” he says in between pecks.

“wan’ it, so much.” whispering back, breathless and aroused, dizzy, holding onto his blazer, taking it off as he leans forward, just to then undo the first few buttons of his collared shirt, giving a hint of his broad chest, all the while, the man grinds your hips against him, guiding you to stimulation. gripping onto his shirt, he pulls your dress up, until it can’t no more, his thumb immediately going in for your folds, over your thong, and you groan, as he rubs your clit in circles, repeatedly, leisurely. “fuck me, fuck me please, ‘toru.” you hold onto the hem of his pants, undoing his belt, and pants even before he ordered you to, that was your level of despair. your fingertips touching him was enough to make his cheeks flush more, watching you sneak your hand inside his boxers while kissing. grabbing onto his large cock, freeing it, still letting him dressed up, running your thumb across the tip, noticing pre-cum, spreading all over his length.

“fuck,” was all he groaned, humming right from the start, it was so needy, so perfect. “wanna feel you, come on.” he orders, more like begs even. you align yourself with him, slowly but anxiously, lustily dropping your hips, lowering yourself, swallowing his big cock, inch by inch as you both gasp, his hands fixated on your hips, as you watch where he sinks inside you — it was unbelievable, like a dream come true. he moans as soon as you’re almost all the way in, it was what it could fit, and your walls engulfed him, not letting him breath. your legs trembled, preparing to jump on his cock, as you do so, for the first time sloppily, whining at the pleasure it sends you. the second time, gojo unadvisedly thrusts up as you go down and it makes you fall against his chest, that was all it took for you to not be able to move anymore.

“can’t do it.” you whine loudly, it leads him to chuckle, your head buried against his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, arching your back.

“i’ll do it for you, baby.” his hip thrusts again, with a loud slap of your skins as he goes deeper, way too deep, and again, it goes deeper, once more, it finds your cervix, he’s harsh, brute, because he can tell you’re not a virgin anymore, he knows it. “funny to see,” he pounds quickly in, taking a few seconds just to tease before going at it again, while you whine loudly at each of them. “how you fuck yourself with your fingers in your bedroom,” he says in between thrusts, “as if i can’t hear you,” moaning like a puppy, your pussy wraps him up tighter at the saying, “fucks other boys,” you wonder how did he know. “probably to make me jealous, i bet,” again, harder. “and now, you can’t even take my cock.” it finds the sweet spot, sliding all the way to kiss your cervix again, he’s so hard, you can feel every vein, every throb, every curve. “but this pussy’s mine now, get it?”

“mh-yeah! all yours, ‘toru!” you hum, whining as he speeds up, fucking you senseless, your hips try to keep up, your legs fail to not shake, his thumb coming in contact with your clit, rubbing at it with experience, and you swear you could die at the pleasure, your cries encouraging him to keep up, and his moans leading you to clench more. until, you hear something ring, and he stops, your legs immediately shaking from frustration and you complain. gojo searches his pocket and actually finds his phone on the seat, while still inside you, your hips grinding, effortfully, still in the same position.

“fuck,” you stop, breathing heavily, noticing his annoyed tone. “you better be quiet, it’s your dad.” your heart sinks down to your stomach, and your pussy aches for more, you’re dizzy, you can’t think straight, gojo uses his unoccupied hand to grip against your waist, fixating you down his cock and accepts the call, taking in a few seconds before saying anything. “hey, toji,” his voice doesn’t even sound like he was moaning and fucking the shit out of you just a second ago, talking like his usual self. “yeah, she wasn’t feeling really well, didn’t want to bother you saying so.” he lies, noticing your impatience, your burning skin against his, your hips desperately trying to move, and you somehow thrust once, finding your sweet spot, it felt so good your mouth morphed into an oval shape and before you let out any sound, his hand covered your lips, his eyes rolling back, his head leaning on the seat, as he does everything he can to just not cum and moan loudly at the squeeze of your cunt. “y-yeah, i’ll take care of it, don’t worry, toji. already talked to everyone in there, they,” he looks at you, staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. “they said they’d talk to megumi about it, dying to make business with you.” you can barely make your father’s voice behind the phone, not understanding a single word though. but gojo seems like he’s about to lose it too, and as soon as he hums in agreement, it sounds lewd to you. “sure, almost getting there,” it’s taking so long to end that call. “she fell asleep, guess she was tired,” what a liar, gojo was bound to go to hell after that, and he smirks, at the situation, at how toji has no clue that gojo’s fucking his daughter in the car, right on the first floor of the building that he’s currently at. “alright, bye bye.” as soon as he hangs up with that sound of the phone, he throws it on the seat and immediately lifts your body to have his hips fuck you as harsh as he can, and that’s when you’re on the brink, well, over the brink, you’re coming.

screaming his name, it was levitating, toes curled, back arched, nails digged onto his skin as he keeps pounding, sloppily but still, it overstimulates you, eyes crossing, cunt sensitive and clenching devastingly, milking him dry the instant his cum fills you up. with a groan against your ear, ass with a tight grip, probably will leave marks, and gojo’s cock kissing your cervix for the last time, twitching inside. you both come down your highs, lasting longer than expected, and he pulls you away, careful enough but then watches the seed mess up his boxers, pushing in two fingers as you moan, noticing the windows fogged.

“that’s mean.” you reply breathless, dumb-fucked, and he shoots back that fucking smirk, keeping it all inside you. well, you had to get used to this mean thing, after all, gojo made it a habit to fuck you behind toji’s back.

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manasseh · 20 days

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woke up a little late because of yesterday's energy cost lol and i had a workshop in the afternoon so i tookthe time in between just for my art and lamguage practice. a little longer than i usually would because this boy was so comfortable c: i'll get back to uni work tomorrow after my morning meeting.

3/ march was fine. i got rid of some things that were holding me back more than i thought they had. one of them was my man lmao - only after that i really actually realised i needed to be more picky with how i spend my time. i knew but not to this extent(?) In their stead i started some great things i'm happy to continue in april ★

#wilstudiesapril #studyblr

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iheartchv · 2 months

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Hello! I hope you are doing/feeling good and everything in your life goes how you want! If im allowed to, can i request a COD matchup?

-Im Turkish and i have Russian roots from mom's side. -Im learning 14 different languages including my native. (Im not fluent in all of them, im just learning them all) -My height is 5'5" (164cm) and i weigh 116lbs (53kg) -Im brunette and i have brown eyes -I used to do bodybuilding but i had to quit due studies -I have scoliosis (not high degree, thanks to studies and stress) and i use glasses (myopic-astigmatism) -Mostly calm but sometimes i get energy explosions and dont know how to sit still -INFJ 5w6 -Im Electrical and Electronics Eng. student -I have 3 close friends, others are friends but we arent close. Im picky when it comes to human relationships -I dont talk much but if i talk (especially if im excited) i wont stop

Thank you for reading this. Dont forget to take care of yourself. Stay safe!💜

//yes im alright, thank you, you too😊 ofc, hope you like your match

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

Ghost would fall for you

He doesn't mind if you want to chat his ear off

He's more or less a listener

But will speak if spoken to

He can deal with Soap, you're no problem

Secretly he would rather be in your company than Soap most days

He knows what you mean by being picky with who you interact with

He's not much of a people person so he keeps to himself

I think that's why he felt comfortable around you after some time

You understand him

He will join you on a walk or do something, anything just to be near you

Soap knows what Ghost is doing and teases him

He'd only roll his eyes while secretly stealing glances at you

Toward you, he won't be much of cold hearted jerk that everyone else sees him as

You're breaking his shell, tearing down his walls, little by little

Eventually he won't care what anyone thinks about

All that matters is you

Ghost is actually a caring person in his own way

But if you want him to do something, tell him, show him, and he will

He's a man of his word

He keeps promises

And he promises to protect you, even at the cost of his life

With you he trys to be soft, gentle, and sweet

Sweet kisses

Gentle loving arms around you

Loves it when you have your arms around him

He feels peaceful for once

Its then that he knows that you're his world

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cosmic-herbal-tea · 11 months

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In the Defense of Saw Gerrera......

Ever since I've rejoined the fandom few years ago, my blog gets notice for a lot of pro-Jedi arguments and sentiments but I don't always get the time to talk about another character in the franchise who gets grossly mishandled by fans: Saw Gerrera.

A lot of fans like to prop up his character as a showcase of "extremism" that makes the Rebels not the quissitessinal good guys and vindicate the Empire, giving them a legitamate reason why they do what they do.

Today, I'm going to call out some things I believe are important to remember about the character.

"Saw's methods hurts the Rebellion more than it helps"

I've seen this sentiment come up a lot, especially after his appearance in The Bad Batch. In canon, there are certainly people who think that, chiefly Mon Mothma (The Rebel Files, Rebels) but the consensus within the Alliance until it's official formation is that they cannot be picky and that he and his PARTISANS are KNOWN for getting jobs done.

And say what you want about his methods, but the Alliance themselves have more than one time asked for his help and even when they didn't like him whatsoever. And when they didn't, it hurt THEM badly.

In Leia: Princess of Alderaan, Bail is big mad because he killed Moff Panaka, believing he was more sympathetic and didn't like how it almost costed his wife/daughter's life (despite the fact the Partisans had no clue they were meeting). Despite all the hubup and Bail getting bigmad, it actually saved Leia, as he was about to reveal to the Emperor that based on the resemblance, she had to be Padme Amidala's daughter.

In Rebel Rising novel, Saw explicitly talks about how he doesn't like how they prioritize things but remain critical about his methods. One of his former Partisans, Idryssa, went to form her own group in the Rebel Intelligence but found when she wanted to help liberate Tamsye Prime of slavery, the Alliance High Command didn't believe it was worth their time to fight, prioritizing other unnamed dilemmas. She ended up going to Saw in hopes he could do a recon mission that'll give her valuable intellgience. He lambasts her for it, telling her it's ironic she had all the ideas to help the galaxy but could only hope people like him do the dirty work. For context, that part of the story is where Saw gets invited to the Alliance (despite doing the worse thing he's done in canon), which he accepts the mssion for FREE, and it is that mission that created the reason why Jyn was abandoned (ill get to that later).

In the episode "In the Name of the Rebellion" for Star Wars Rebels, the Jaliandi Station the Empire established essentially made it possible for the Empire to quickly respond to any distubances, including a mission Hera was on that was botched unexpetedly. The episode, while grooming over Gerrera's methods, also mentioned that he already warned them about it and they ignored it, paying the price for it. This stems from the fact all their tactics are going to, ultimately, come to a "peaceful resoultion". They also try salvaging this by wanting to plant a tracker so they can also listen into communications and adjust their strategy. Both Ezra and even Hera herself believe it's a damn useless tactic and destroying it was the best option. Plot tiwst: it was. Empire took a L.

Rogue One had a big point that the Rebel leaders were unwilling to act decisively and Rebels had shown that for YEARS, Saw warned them that the Empire were building a superweapon. The reason he wasn't listen to? According to The Rebel Files, Mon Mothma dismissed him entirely on grounds that it was too extreme even for Palpatine and that she doesn't like his line cynicism. It took confirming the Death Star to convince her and High Command to talk to Gerrera and/or take him seriously, who has since cut contact with them altogether.

The Bad Batch is the most recent of these examples as his attempt to kill Tarkin and higher up leaders of the Empire led to a series of events that cumilated to Tech's death and TBB's eventual capture. A lot fans wanna blame Saw despite the fact that they interrupted HIS operation and he was planning to assassinate both Krennic and Tarkin included. Tech has a "counterpoint" but as the audience, we know thsoe two are instrumental to the Death Star and given Rogue One's context, the Empire wouldn't have been able to have a Death Star BECAUSE the research on kyber crystals came from Galen, who was a FRIEND of Krennic (to an extent; Galen wasn't favoring him that had especially later), and after Order 66, a lot of experts on that field were killed or they hid because they knew anybody involved with Jedi was gonna get hunted too. Saw would of killed two importantfigures in the Empire in one fell swoop and lets not forget it was TBB that alerted the Empire in the first place and he was doing it in YEAR 2, when the Empire was still up and coming and had a leadership deficit.

Both the Rebels and TBB show gave counter points with comparing his tactics to instead using it to gather intel. I wanted to address the fact that despite what Tech and one of the guys in High Alliance state that ultimately, they were WRONG: the Jailandi relay being destroyed was a all out positive and Tarkin and Krennic's respecitve connections is what brought to fruition two big parts of the Empire and you couldn't replace the leadership capability Tarkin had. It is literally no surprise in canon, the Empire fell apart in 4 years even if they were close to winning but even in that timeframe, both Sidious and Vader had to be more direct in their approach and the galaxy was quickly against them.

One of the real reasons the Alliance had problems was because of their leadership; it was a known fact that in general and especially after Bail's death, High Command would only act dependent on Mothma or otherwise be indecisive and stall. Her core belief was on searching for a peaceful resolution and she stood on that hill to the point she ERASED Saw contributions while being okay with it if it were her friends that did it, as according to Bloodlines, there have been at LEAST 2 instances prior to the destruction of the Death Star the Rebellion under her leadership engaged in "terrorist tactics", one that involved slaughter.

In fairness, Mothma had a problem with her camp (Rebel Intelligence) using those tactics but at the end of the day, guess what? She endorced Draven, even when he got on his mysoginistic bullshit with Jyn. The Alliance's own propaganda department had to start lying/exageratting because they found out ignorant people will not listen to the truth (shocker). [Star Wars Propaganda: A History of Persuasive Art in the Galaxy] And guess what? She signed off the destruction of the Death Star, which totalled to about 1.5 million deaths, the majority being civilians and low-ranking officers dedicated to maintaining it. (Bloodlines) Mothma spent YEARS ignoring, underplaying, and erasing Saw's influence, contributions, and her problem with him was personal, as essentially, she didn't like how Saw both underline the very methods she will have to endorce/support/perform one way or another and that his actions didn't benefit HER, as he was on that "IDGAF about her methods" team. All that and she ended up having to support doing the more morally repugnant things he said she would have to do.

In short? It's complex but Saw doesn't inheretly actually hurt the Rebellion in any special way, despite what the Empire propaganda in universe claims and some opinions of characters (typically Mothma).

"He is a short-sighted fool who just blows stuff up"

Another big claim I see fans put out here is that Saw lacks forsight and doesn't think things through. It's a hilarious thing because the "short sighted fool" was the only one who saw the the Death Star coming YEARS before anybody suspected otherwise. Characters spent so much time writing him off, trying their hardest to contend with it, and wanted so badly for him to just do things their way even when he told them they were fighting an enemy who plays dirty and didn't care about people.

Funny enough, Leia in canon (by the time she led the Resistance) doesn't actually hold too must amnimosity for Saw because at that point, the New Republic paid the price for playing with Mothma's mindset, the First Order took advantage of her compassionm, the Rebellion/New Republic's still possessed indecisiveness without a clear leader telling them what to do, and the Rebellion/New Republic did not learn their lessons when it comes with dealing with the Empire when they were the leading government. Leia had to create her own militia to fight the First Order and they didn't have no allies for a while. She actually thinks they owe him a lot (The Rebel Files)

Saw said it in Rebel Rising: it'll take a tragedy, the galaxy can't ignore it to get people actually united. And guess what? It happened...3 times over: the 2 Death Stars got people working together after the destruction of Alderaan (Jedha too except in universe, a lot people still bought Jedha being destroyed in a "mining accident") and Palpatine publically announcing himself alive was the only thing that got people to come together against the Empire/First Order/Final Order. The latter happened 35 YEARS AFTER HIS OWN DEATH.

I don't personally agree with his actual methods typically but lack of foresight my ass. Dude had foresight on a level comparable to a Jedi and he has no Force sensitivity. He called out the Death Star and knew what it'll take for the Alliance to get their shit together.

"He's a hot-head, self centered, paranoid leader who hurts his own allies"

I've seen a combination of things, especially regarding his character youthful appearances in Clone Wars/TBB, that suggest he is a hot-head, that he is paranoid (usually spoken in retrospect to his later appearances), and that he doesn't care for his allies. I've seen people in fanfiction try to say he burns people when they outlive their usefulness or claim he on'y is worried about his own skin.

That's especially not true. There's a reason why he parallels as a non-Force senstiive version of Anakin Skywalker; they are both hot headed, they are both competent leaders, they hate slavery and indentured servitude with a passion, their best trait is the care and compassion they have for others in which they subvert with logic and reasoning and it isn't always easy for them, and they are respectively feared in similar ways. With that said, there are some difference

Saw does possess compassion even with his darkness; he is willing to protect his Partisans and not risk their lives. Even though he loves them, he also KNOWS some of them are on that "Fuck them kids" team (which he is not all okay with) and typically tries doing good things for them, he "abandonded" Jyn (she knows why but she refused the explaination) because his own group were wanting to use her as a extortion tool for Galen, which didn't sit right with Saw. He genuinely likes Ezra and Sabine too. He likes Megyn. He was willing to help refugees displaced by the Empire way back since TBB. There's a reason for his own databank saying "Saw loses much in his decades of combat, but occasional flashes of the charismatic and caring man he once was shine through his calloused exterior". Even in his more morally bankrupt decisions like adopting Jyn as a child soldier, he explains he does it because he recognize that child innocence will not protect her from Stormtroopers and evil who don't care and rather teach her how to survive and fight for herself. And he genuinely teaches her everything he knows. She is a good foil for Leia for a myraidof reasons.

That man had inhailed Genosisian insecticide from a mission and chemical burns from saving Jyn's life and that man still fought. He apprently lost his leg the same year he died in and he was almost willing to keep fighting even when he was going off his rockers towards the end.

In all, it's again complicated when you get all things but he is not this cold man who abandons his allies at the first sign of trouble. He is one of the first original rebels, the Empire's most wanted person that isn't a Jedi or in the Alliance (tbf, he was dead then), and one of the most deadliest rebels the Alliance had without factoring in Jedi.

The real reason fans don't like him

Let be for real; a lot of people don't like Saw is because he parallels a lot with Mon Mothma, who is a white privilege woman who emobdies the traits associated with heroes (restraint with enemy, peaceful resolutions, "rising above to be better") though unlike Jedi, she is going to be judged differently because she won't have to worry about the responsibility of the Force and it's relation to a character's mindset. She is on the side of the protagonist whe emobody these similar traits so Saw is always going to be seen as "wrong", even when the good guys run headfirst into his methods like gundarks seeing headlights. That's not to say she doesn't have her own points, reasons, stife, and whatnot but fans in this fandom wanna side with "Mommy Mothma" for a reason.

Another reason is that he is a black character and unlike Mace Windu, he HAS crossed lines and does things morally repugnant and distasteful. That I will never argue. However, people love having black characters like that to vindicate and excuse their racist behavior; there were people on tumblr making actual comments about having a mob and lynching him after bein blamed for Tech's death and tried to pass it off as a joke. I have never seen peole wanna lynch mob Anakin Skywalker for killing younglings but they'll go talk about it for their residental, white-washed favorite boi (he's my favorite too btw) onto Saw and thought they were slick all the while pretend Tarkin isn't there or "Well he's a villain so it's expected". Got people out here making headcanons about how all the Clones hate Saw for what happened to Tech or xyz knows when most likely, they don't know or don't care like the way they think their faves would.

What personally frustrates me about this and why I'm invested in even calling this out is because, in all, this fandom will have people ask for nuance and looking at things beyond the surface but the moment the concept is rooted in ideas outside Western ideals or the character in question is a person of color or at least is "coded" as such, they lose their mind and spread the most surface level of misinformation and Saw is no exception.

Saw doesn't represent the favored protagonist; he does not follow their logic and mindset, isn't conventinally attractive to people in ANY iteration, and he is a BLACK MAN in a story about fighting oppression and tyranny using some of the Empire's curelty against them. It aint no surprise and yall not slick.

#saw gerrera #star wars #racism #fandom menace

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harrietpotterandthedemigods · 3 months

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See I KNEW Lin Manuel Miranda was awesome as Hermes! He IS Hermes! Hermes IS him! I could go on but really, I’m just so happy we got to see him! I’ve been waiting for that since the casting was announced!

On to the episode now…

Loved Grover! He figured out about as much about the lightning thief as I expected. He’s so smart! Little Grover, he’s so precious! We must protect him at all cost! Also he got to gush about the animals, gods Grover is so adorable! And the there was the blessing of the wild, they’ll be fine. What about the humans? Well, the animals will be fine!

Kinda disappointed that we didn’t see Percy talk to a zebra. I didn’t even see a zebra, which was… come on! The episode is called “We take a zebra to Las Vegas” and there isn’t even a zebra? I was looking forward to see Percy realize he can talk to equines…😫

The Lotus Casino was well executed. Lotus flowers are pumped into the air. That’s not explicitly stated in the books but it could very well be the case in the books as well. And we also got the myth linked to the place. That was never clear in the books, we just got that it was a place where time moves differently. And how Grover forgot more than Percy and Annabeth because it’s easy to forget what’s important when you’re alone. That’s just *chef’s kiss*.

I loved Hermes as well. Like, I get the feeling he actually wants to help but he’s afraid it would make things worse. He also really highlights that even if the gods want to be with their kids, their mere presence could lead to ugly consequences. Also, I wasn’t surprised at all when it turned out Hermes knew they took his keys. Like for real, Annabeth? Did you honestly think you had any chance of pickpocket the God of Pickpocketing? That’s your fatal flaw talking. Hermes wanted them to take the keys. That’s quite a huge deal with Hermes, isn’t it? He is the god of travelers, thieves and anyone who uses the road. To quote a line of Luke’s in the books; “Hermes isn’t picky about who he sponsors.” (The Lightning Thief, ch. 7, My dinner goes up in smoke, page 52) He helps people. But since he isn’t supposed to help them, he has to do it under the table, aka slipping them his keys like: “Ops!? You stole my keys? Oh, well, nothing I can do to stop you then…” *shrug*

Also kinda sweet that he tried to reassure Percy that even though his father can’t really be there he still loves and cares for him. They’re all just doing the best they can…

And Santa Monica, I can’t even imagine how Percy must’ve felt in that moment when the nerid told him that his father had left because they ran out of time. He must’ve felt like he let his dad down this time, after Poseidon saved his life. That poor baby! I just want to give him a hug😭 Of course he can’t go back to camp now. He has to set things right!

And this time around he has four pearls? That will be interesting to see next week…

#percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #pjo tv adaptation #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo hermes #pjo tv spoilers #Lin Manuel Miranda as Hermes!

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chainelunaire · 1 year

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genshin men while sleeping

pt 2 pt 3

albedo

if he’s comfy, sleeps on his back or on the left side, but he’s capable of sleeping in any conditions, he can sleep basically on the go if needed. when he’s lied asleep, he doesn’t move at all. you don’t really know, if he’s ever dreaming, you see no signs of it, and he refuses to answer later. the one who sleeps with his eyes open, combined with the fact that he’s actually a homunculus can make him a bit scary at times. his eyes lack any life when he sleeps and he looks like a porcelain doll. when he blinks awaken, it’s very jarring. prefers to sleep alone because he knows he may scare people. the only one he ever lets beside him is klee, because she likes to play with him while he’s asleep, and she basically incapable of being scared of him. needs to have soft lights near, doesn’t like to sleep in a complete darkness.

venti

complete opposite - he moves so much it’s practically impossible to be any near him, while he’s sleeping. somehow he’s even more loud, than usual - he’s muttering some nonsense, even almost sing-songs sometimes. likes to hug something big and fluffy, also likes to have one leg covered and one leg open. can’t sleep with windows closed, hates it when there’s no fresh air. also capable of sleeping wherever he can. it’s very easy to distinguish if he’s dreaming: he’s very quiet and does not move that much, you may see how he’s shivering a little. later would not sleep for a few days after, no one can convince him.

kaeya

somehow he looks so much older when he sleeps, he also looks very, very tired. he usually is not a light sleeper, but you can say his dreams are heavy and hurtful for him, so he prefers not to sleep for a long time. basically his strategy is to avoid sleep at all cost till it’s physically impossible to do so anymore. drinks often before sleeping, it worsens his nightmares, but he has less anxiety going to bed. moves an okay amount, he’s also not very picky one. sleeps without a pillow. his eye may hurt in the evenings so it’s not unusual for him to wake up with a headache. he doesn’t like goes to sleep knowing he’s alone, he does way better when he knows that there’s someone in the house or nearby. he likes to drift off to the sounds of the people speaking, arguing, drinking, dancing to music, whatever - it relaxes him a lot. he needs to sleep in a complete darkness tho.

diluc

he looks much more at ease and happier? when he sleeps? yeah sometimes he has nightmares, don’t we all, but usually you can say for a fact he’s dreaming about something good, something that makes him relax and enjoy a better place dreams are offering. that one really annoying productive morning person because of that - he usually has good sleep. very picky in some unexpected moments - he needs the room to be comfortable temperature, he needs warm lights, he can never for saving his life sleep on a day, he needs a room to smell a certain way, he needs to be on the side of a bed which is closer to a wall. it’s not because he’s doing it on purpose - when he doesn’t, he may very well have nightmares, and he really, really wants to avoid that at all costs.

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sharkian-fics · 3 months

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Shark's Writing Comms

Heya. I've been contemplating doing this for a bit, but with so many things I was working on, I wasn't sure when I'd have the time to. But I've been thinking and I've found a method that I think will work.

I still have 16 kinktober prompts I don't know what to do with. They're just kinda sitting to the side for the moment while I work on the ones I do know what to do with. But I've been thinking about what to do with these prompts. And, well...you can probably see where this is going.

I've made a carrd, found here where you can see the list of prompts that are still available. For the price of $15 (or $25 for two of them, either to be combined or done separately), you can choose a prompt and give me as many details as you want and then I'll write it for you to be posted!

The carrd has the full terms of service, but here's a brief version:

~Please give me time to work on these. I'm a student and cannot spend all day writing. I will need a minimum of a week to finish a fic. ~These comms will be prioritized, so they will be posted much sooner than many of my other fics so you aren't waiting months for yours to be finished and posted. ~They will be a minimum of 1,500 words. If you want it to be longer, specifically a minimum of 3k words, it will cost double, so $30. ~I am willing to do ships other than scarian or mumscarian, however I will be picky. Must be characters in the Life Series, not just Hermitcraft. ~I reserve the right to decline a commission. ~Payment is upfront and via ko-fi. ~These rules apply regardless of whether you've actually read the TOS or not, so I suggest you read it.

Again, more details of the TOS on the carrd, linked again below

And here also is my ko-fi

If you're interested, you can contact me either here or on Discord. My username can be found in the contact section of the carrd.

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 10 months

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Hey, it's me again, do you remember that ask that i made that was about mumon and musashi with an pregnant S/O.Could you do a part 2 but it' musashi and mumon like having qualiry time and playing and taking care of the kid and like making them learn how to walk and things like that with like until they are 10 or something, and also, could you please make the child be a little girl,I think it would be funny having them play with their little girl and play like tag your it and princesses and casttles.

A kiss on the cheek

Situation: New parents / Padres primerizos.

Characters: Mumon Katsuragi and Musashi Miyamoto.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon is an especially sweet new father, he didn't plan on having a baby at first, but he is adjusting to fatherhood so well that it seems like a dream come true for him.

Everything the baby does about him is cause for celebration, do they stare at him for a few seconds before smiling? His heart stops for a second, does his baby sneeze on him? It's the cutest thing he's ever heard, is his baby holding his finger with them little hand? He will never move from there.

He is telling his S/O everything he does with the baby, even though he only got out of bed to fix them a bottle of formula.

I think he would get excited about the baby clothes, like everything is so cute and small that he just needs to show off how adorable he thinks everything is.

Mumon responds to his son's/daughter's cry almost automatically, regardless of the time or how long he has slept. You just imagine the following:

In the first few days after the baby was born, you have been able to fall asleep for four uninterrupted hours and is enjoying your sleep.

It is after midnight, the white sound of crickets and the breeze that sways the branches in the air is interrupted by a high-pitched childish cry, you are barely coming out of your dream when the opposite side of your bed rises as you lose weight on it. You turn around and Mumon is finishing putting on his shoes to go looking for his baby, he doesn't seem like he just got up or that he's tired. He turns to you and even in the dark you can see his understanding smile…

"I'll take care of it, go back to sleep, honey"

You watch him disappear behind the door of your shared bedroom, and in less than no time the crying stops, the pressure in your chest disappears when you realize that there is someone by your side supporting you without you asking for it out loud.

Is incredible.

Mumon seems to be one of the parents who treasures all his baby things and puts them in albums/boxes along with all the photos they take of them; strands of hair, their ultrasound, the first shoes they ever wore, their first baby pacifier, etc.

He also keeps all the drawings and puts them on the refrigerator for display.

There is not much difference in whether he has a boy or a girl, this man loves them equally. He doesn't even have preferences, he will want his son or daughter just the way they want to be.

Regardless of whether his baby is a boy or a girl, Mumon will do whatever they want, whether it's taken them to play in the park, dress up with them and play games, or teach them some martial arts moves.

His S/O doesn't have to worry about the latter, Mumon wouldn't teach his children anything dangerous, he just concentrates on breathing exercises and some stretching or flexibility and balance practices.

He's a great dad, actually.

Musashi Miyamoto.

He is a very strange new parent, he is always watching over his son/daughter throughout the night, he stands by the crib for a good part of the night and no one will be able to get him to move. He's just there, making sure the little thing is breathing and nothing can hurt them.

It's weird, but his approach is very cute. Protect your baby at all costs.

He can be picky about everything that is meant to come in contact with the baby, anything that could end up in the baby's mouth is a big no, for some reason he is convinced that those chew toys are going to poison the baby if he let them use.

He insists on being with the baby all the time, as if the baby is not with the S/O they MUST be with him. And he doesn't really do anything, he just watches the little being while they sleep peacefully.

The latter may be something that the S/O regrets a little, it is good that he is with his son or daughter and that he witnesses everything, the problem is that if the S/O is not presented as well, they will miss something.

Extending the idea, we know that Musashi does not get used to the current times, he does not want to, so he is not paying attention to inventions or modernities, do you still not know where I am going with this? Let me continue my train of thought.

CAMERA, THE CAMERA, Musashi doesn't KNOW HOW TO USE A CAMERA. Therefore, he is not going to record or take photos of the baby, because he does not KNOW HOW.

Sorry, I got upset.

If the S/O is not with the baby, but Musashi is, when they take their first steps or says their first word, there will be no photos or videos to treasure from that moment.

This headcanon was extensive.

He is not only fussy with chewing toys, but with food, drinks, clothes or something for the baby. Only organic food, nothing canned, it gives them distrust. Only cotton clothing, nothing synthetic. You understand.

He doesn't get excited when the baby says the first words or when they walk for the first time, he believes that it is normal things that are meant to happen, but he smiles every time.

If he has a boy, he will want to instruct him so that he learns how to handle the sword, he needs to start quite young so that he can be a great teacher. The S/O soul comes out of the body every time Musashi wants his 5-year-old son to hold a katana.

He can be a tough teacher, but he will always say when he is proud of his son.

If he has a girl, he wants to prevent her from learning how to handle the sword in order to be a fighter, he sees his daughter as a flower that should not get into fights (macho/archaic thinking that is anchored to your ankle due to the time with the one who lived).

He will be strict about what his daughter can and cannot do, yet he is soft and loving, dubbing her "my little flower" as he showers her with gentle attentions.

The contrast between a son and a daughter is that he believes that his son should be strong and his daughter should be protected. He is in the hands of the S/O to do everything possible so that this trend is not very marked, he can listen to them more than anyone else.

Versión en español.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon es un padre primerizo especialmente dulce, al principio no tenía planeado tener un bebé, pero se está acoplando a la paternidad tan bien que parece que es un sueño cumplido para él.

Todo lo que hace su bebé es motivo de celebración, ¿lo miro fijamente durante unos segundos antes de sonreír? Su corazón se detiene por un segundo, ¿su bebé estornudo? Es lo más lindo que ha escuchado, ¿su bebé está sosteniendo su dedo con su manita? No va a moverse de ahí jamás.

Está contándole a su S/O todo lo que hace con el bebé, aunque solo se haya levantado de la cama para prepararle un biberón de fórmula.

Creo que se emocionaría con la ropa de bebé, como si todo es tan lindo y pequeño que simplemente necesita exteriorizar lo adorable que cree que es todo.

Mumon responde al llanto de su hijo/hija casi automáticamente, sin importar la hora o cuanto tiempo ha dormido. Tan solo imagina lo siguiente:

En los primeros días, después del nacimiento del bebé, han podido conciliar el sueño durante cuatro horas ininterrumpidas y están disfrutando de su sueño.

Es pasada de la media noche, el sonido blanco de grillos y la brisa que mece las ramas de los aires es interrumpido por un grito infantil agudo, apenas estás saliendo de tu sueño cuando el lado contrario de tu cama se levanta al perder el peso sobre ella. Volteas y Mumon está terminando de calzarse para salir en busca de su hijo, no parece que acaba de levantarse ni que está cansado. Él se voltea hacia ti y aun en la oscuridad puedes ver su sonrisa comprensiva…

“Yo me encargo, vuelve a dormir, cariño”

Lo observas desaparecer tras la puerta de su dormitorio compartido y en menos de nada el llanto se detiene, la presión en tu pecho desaparece al percatarte de que hay alguien a tu lado apoyándote sin que lo pidas en voz alta.

Es increíble.

Mumon parece ser de los padres que atesoran todas las cosas de sus bebés y las ponen en álbumes/cajas junto a todas las fotos que le toman; mechones de cabello, sus ecografías, los primeros zapatos que uso, su primer chupón para bebé, etc.

También conserva todos los dibujos y los pone en el refrigerador para exhibirlos.

No hay una diferencia muy marcada en si tiene un niño o una niña, este hombre los ama por igual. Ni siquiera tiene preferencias, querrá a su hijo o hija tal y como quieran ser.

Independientemente de si su bebé es niño o niña, Mumon hará lo que ellos quieran, ya sea llevarlos a jugar al parque, disfrazarse con ellos y jugar o enseñarles algunos movimientos de artes marciales.

Su S/O no tiene que preocuparse por lo último, Mumon no le enseñaría nada peligroso a sus hijos, solo se concentra en ejercicios de respiración y algo de estiramiento o prácticas para la flexibilidad y equilibrio.

Él es un gran padre, en realidad.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Es un padre primerizo muy extraño, está siempre en vigilia de su hijo/hija durante toda la noche, permanece de pie junto a la cuna durante una buena parte de la noche y nadie logrará hacer que se mueva. Solo está ahí, procurando que la pequeña cosita esté respirando y que nada pueda lastimarle.

Es raro, pero su enfoque es muy tierno. Proteger a su bebé a toda costa.

Puede ser quisquilloso con todo lo que está destinado a entrar en contacto con el bebé, cualquier cosa que pueda terminar en la boca del bebé es un gran no, por alguna razón está convencido de que esos juguetes para morder van a envenenar al bebé si él deja que los use.

Insiste en estar con el bebé todo el tiempo, como si el bebé no está con su S/O DEBE estar con él. Y realmente no hace nada, solo observa al pequeño ser mientras duerme tranquilamente.

Esto último puede ser algo que el S/O lamente un poco, es bueno que esté con su hijo o hija y que sea testigo de cada cosa, el problema está en que si el S/O no está presente también, se perderá de algo.

Extendiendo la idea, sabemos que Musashi no se acostumbra a los tiempos actuales, no quiere hacerlo, por lo cual no está prestando atención a inventos ni modernidades, ¿todavía no saben a donde voy con esto? Permítanme continuar mi hilo de pensamiento.

CÁMARA, LA CÁMARA, Musashi no SABE USAR UNA CÁMARA. Por lo cual, él no va a grabar ni tomar fotos del bebé, porque no sABE COMO.

Perdón, me alteré.

Si el S/O no está junto al bebé, pero Musashi sí, cuando de sus primeros pasos o diga su primera palabra, no habrá fotos ni videos que atesorar de ese momento.

Este headcanon fue extenso.

No solo es quisquilloso con los juguetes para morder, sino con la comida, bebidas, ropa o cualquier cosa que sea para el bebé. Solo comida orgánica, nada enlatado, le da desconfianza. Solo ropa de algodón, nada sintético. Ya entienden más o menos.

No se emociona cuando el bebé dice sus primeras palabras ni cuando camina por primera vez, cree que son cosas normales que están destinadas a pasar, pero sonríe cada vez.

Si tiene un niño, querrá instruirlo para que aprenda a manejar la espada, necesita empezar bastante joven para que pueda ser un gran maestro. Al S/O se le sale el alma del cuerpo cada que Musashi quiere que su hijo de apenas 5 años sostenga una catana.

Puede ser un maestro duro, pero siempre dirá cuando este orgulloso de su hijo.

Si tiene una niña, querrá evitar que aprenda a manejar la espada con el fin de ser luchadora, ve a su hija como una flor que no debe meterse en las peleas (pensamiento machista/arcaico que viene anclado a su tobillo debido a la época en la que vivió).

Será estricto sobre lo que su hija puede o no puede hacer, sin embargo, es suave y cariñoso al apodarla como “mi adorada flor” mientras la colma de atenciones suaves.

El contraste entre un hijo y una hija es que cree que su hijo debe ser fuerte y su hija debe ser protegida. Está en manos de su S/O hacer lo posible para que esta tendencia no sea muy marcada, él puede escucharle más que a cualquier otro.

#mumon katsuragi #mumon baki gaiden yuuenchi #mumon katsuragi baki gaiden yuuenchi #mumon katsuragi x lector #mumon katsuragi x reader #musashi miyamoto #musashi miyamoto baki #musashi miyamoto x lector #musashi miyamoto x reader #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons

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zayray030 · 1 year

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Motherhen Ace

For: @somany-fandoms-solittle-time

Insults his friends for not eating and insults them even more if he sees them lacking in certain foods. For example if he sees Jack eating very little veg he acts pitiful and reassures Jack it's okay to have the pallet of a 5 year old. This manages to get Jack to his 5 a day and have something more than just protein shake and steak. Leona is grateful because he can now finally give his unawnted veg to someone else.

If Seben acts too loud Ace reminds him of the fact that most fairies prefer the quite because they can actually relax witj9ut being startled every 5 minutes. He says this within the vicinity of Malleus who nods absentmindedly. It gets Sebek to be quiet whenever he notices that there's a fae in his class. Ace is just grateful that whoever he has Sebek in his classes there's also fae in it as well

Whenever he sees Epel being picky about girly things he purposefully wears leather miniskirts around him to see what he has to say. Safe enough it now causes Epel to also focus on building his thigh muscles so they can look as great as Ace's. Vil can't tell if this is a good development or not

Whenever he sees Deuce struggle with studying he'll turn their studying session into a game. He steals Deuces flashcards and doesn't give them back until Deuce has memorised each one.

He gets Grim to expand his fish pallet to more than just tuna and food of the floor. Safe enough that it cost more money but it's also caused Gtim to have a shinier coat and have stronger bones and muscles

Whenever he sees Yuu struggling with something he calls them an idiot and hugs them. He pretends not to notice the tears and the shoulders shaking, just letting the other sob their heart out

Whenever he sees someone else insult his friends he waits a couple of weeks before using wind magic to mess around with them. He trips them up, steals away their notes or gets them to embarass themselves in front of everyone

He's made himself Ortho's unofficial caretaker and has taken it upon himself to teach him more about humans and their customs. Its had the side effect of Idia getting jealous of him and competing with him.

He makes sure he packs extra snacks and money in his bag because he knows his friends are forgetful and most likely will forget their heads if they weren't attached to their shoulder.

He forces them to stop overworking themselves by insulting them and gently dragging them to their dorms. They're too focused on trying to counteract his insults that it doesn't register to them that he's trying to care for them in his own Ace way.

Once spent two nights straight helping Deuce with his revision notes.

Spots the others whenever they work out

He calmly sits and nods along whenever Epel is dragging Vil. Whenever Epel does this he takes the opportunity to do his nails

Always practices his magic tricks on them because they always gets wide eyed and exited whenever they see them

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #ortho shroud #jack howl #epel felmier #deuce spade #sebek zigvolt

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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year

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an idea i red somewhere else and think you could write it better :)

villain/hero throwing a punch of jokes to try to cover the fact they are super scared and hero/villain seeing right through it and calming them down

so anyways, here's a hug because why not

. (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Ohhh this is right up my alley! Also, hugs! *hugs*

Criminal Comedies

"You don't have to be afraid," the hero said softly, taking a step forward.

Villain immediately flinched back, eyeing the hero's fangs warily, which they could just barely see as the hero spoke. "I'm not afraid!" They snapped, a little too vehemently, "You just aren't used to people not immediately swooning over you,"

The hero gave a soft, pitying smile, "you're shaking,"

Oh shit, they were.

"I'm trapped in a cage with a vampire," the villain hissed, clenching their fists, "and we're both being held captive by supervillain, so if you're waiting for me to care about my shaking, I hope you brought some food,"

"Yeah but-"

"And as much as I'm sure the tabloids would LOVE to hear about me and you stuck in a cage together, and I'm thrilled at least one part of you is sharp, I'd rather not become either hero food or fertilizer for supervillain's garden!"

"Villain you're not-"

"And while I'd usually be able to pick the lock, supervillain got my lock pick earlier, and I'm not a picky eater and-"

"VILLAIN!"

The criminal in question flinched violently, curling in on themselves, but they didn't reply, instead going silent.

"Villain it's going to be okay, my team is on the way,"

"How much do you wanna bet that even if your team does somehow manage to get through supervillain, they'll only save you and leave me here? What's the saying, two rats, one casket?" The villain asked, trying to sound joking and failing miserably.

"Neither me nor my team would ever leave you in supervillain's hands,"

"Gee, thanks," villain bit back through clenched teach, "What a bargain, get rescued from a supervillain, and all it costs is about a litre of your blood. Shame you can't just have a steak instead,"

Hero sighed, rolling their eyes, "I'm the only vampire on the team, and I told you before I'm not about to eat you! Plus, that isn't even how that works,"

The villain in the corner glared, unconvinced.

Suddenly somewhere in the distance, there was a bellowing metallic bang that echoed through the complex.

The villain flinched violently, gasping as they collided with the icy cold wall behind them.

The hero was next to them in an instant, worry written all over their face.

The criminal tried to scramble backwards, but they were already in the corner. Distantly they realized it was getting harder to breathe. But they were much more focused on the fangs that were hidden behind lips less than a foot away from them. They stared unblinking, heart hammering in their chest.

The hero's eyes softened, "Villain, please listen to me; you don't need to be afraid of me-"

"I have a lot of reasons to be afraid of you actually," the criminal replied, failing miserably to keep their voice steady, "opposite team and all that, want me arrested or dead-"

"That's not the part your afraid of right now,"

"Well, I apologize that the idea of becoming a bloody mary with a body isn't appealing to me; I-"

There was another guttural clang of metal in the distance, and the villain shrunk in on themselves, even more, burying their head in their knees.

The hero took the opportunity, wrapping an arm behind the villain's back to pull them in close.

At first, the villain struggled with all their might, but their strength quickly died down as the hero's embrace remained unrelenting.

"Please- please-"

"Shhh," the hero soothed, "it's okay, you're okay," they felt bad, unsure how to reassure the shaking form in their arms that they weren't going to hurt them. The villain was usually so stoic and in control, but they had come to realize with time that their dry and witty humour was nothing but a shield for their true emotions. For all their jokes- wait.

The hero blinked. What about...

"You know, even if I were about to eat you, this would be a terrible place to do it,"

The villain in their arms flinched slightly, but they were listening.

"I mean, I may be a vampire, but I do have some standards. This place looks like something you'd find in the basement of a seven eleven. Like I'm pretty sure it would be impossible to bring a magnet in here this place is so repulsive,"

The criminal next to them snorted quietly. They'd stopped shaking and tilted their head up, peering over their arm to meet the hero's gaze with a nervous and guarded wariness, but also a slight curiosity.

"I mean, whatever style they were aiming for down here, they clearly missed unless it was 'Gucci in the front, crypt in the basement,"

The villain laughed quietly, "You should feel right at home then," They shot back, a small smirk on their face.

"Excuse me!" the hero replied, over dramatically indignant, "I'm pretty sure the only things that could feel at home down here are roaches and mould,"

The villain chuckled again, resting their chin atop their knees. There was a few moments of silence before they spoke again, "Thank you..."

"My team will be here soon," Hero assured.

"How can you be so sure? Nobody even knows where the supervillain's lair is,"

The hero sighed, "I shouldn't show you this, but..." They shifted, reaching into their mouth to pull out what looked like three molars stuck together, but there was a blinking LED light on one, and small wires on the bottoms of the other two. The villain blinked, furrowing their eyes in confusion.

"Tracking device with multiple different communication lines; GPS satellite, bluetooth, wifi, radio and sonar. Let's just say they know exactly where we are,"

"Wow," villain replied, impressed.

"Which is why I was captured in the first place," Hero admitted, "I had no intention of bringing you down with me,"

The villain took a deep, steadying breath, "The reason I'm so scared is because I've been here before," They admitted, before pulling up their sleeve to reveal a horrific set of scars. The hero gasped.

Suddenly there was an explosion just down the hall. The hero smiled, climbing to their feet, "Well then, want to get your revenge?" they offered, extending their hand.

"Seriously?" The villain asked in shock.

"I'm not above being momentarily distracted, if you get what I mean. Besides, we could use someone to pick the locks in the main building. Deal?"

The villain took the hero's hand, "deal,"

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