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greycaelum · 11 months

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Hi! Could you maybe make something protective Satoru-like? Maybe the reader is bothered by some drunken while coming back home?

Overall just angsty-fluff with comfort. Your style of writing is really to my liking and I've been thinking of taking a request for a while. I hope its not too much ❤️

Kaleidoscope Series—Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters: { Tipsy }

—Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"You sure you don't need me to drive and pick you up later? It's a den full of wolves." Satoru crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe as he watch you wear the Jimmy Choo black pumps fitting your Friday night fashion for a girl's night out. "Satoru, baby. You don't know how to drive." You looked at him and sighed. "Y'know I don't need to drive, I can just whisk you away in a second back to bed!" He gasps dramatically and argued.

𑁍 Genre: mild angst to comfort, sfw (mild suggestive content)

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.3k)—/ alcohol, suggestive violence (not towards reader), the reader being bothered in the club—/

𑁍 A/N: Hi sweetheart, I hope you like this one. Drunk trope isn't my forte but it was fun writing this, better late than never —Grey,

Having a Gojo Satoru as a boyfriend means there's often a 6'3 giant lurking around you. Or if he's unavailable, undoubtedly one of his subordinates is tailing you in the shadows. It's a compromise you both reached knowing your lover has many enemies and it's for your protection too. Satoru won't take it kindly if ever something to you. He will lose it.

"Satoru, baby. You don't know how to drive." You looked at him and sighed.

"Y'know I don't need to drive, I can just whisk you away in a second back to bed!" He gasps dramatically and argued.

You giggled and threw your arms around Satoru's neck. Satoru won't have to admit it, but you have him wrapped around your finger.

"Call me when you wanna come home, 'kay?"

"Okayyy~"

That was the plan... Until Utahime started wailing about still having no prospects for marriage even at her age. Shoko is too busy having a drinking contest with herself and you... well, Satoru's lightweight tendencies must be rubbing on you. Just one glass of margarita and you can tell that you are already tipsy, two more shots and you knew that was enough for tonight.

"Mei-san can I leave the two of them to you? I'll go home, I'm feeling a little lightheaded."

"I don't mind. Should I call Gojo for you?"

"No need, I'll call him. See you around Mei-san."

You made your way through the bar. It's so loud with the full-blast speaker and people dancing on the stage, some are getting a little more frisky in the open.

Did Satoru also go through this kind as a teen? You know he doesn't drink but did he ever go to a bar too? Did he also make out with some random girls and do the deed? Did he also—?

The dark thoughts are suddenly attacking you from all directions.

"Hey Miss, you look so lonely, care to spend some time with me?" A tall guy approached you, just from his scent you could tell he was wasted.

"No, I'm on my way home. Don't bother me." You stumbled a little but managed to grab onto the nearest wall to support yourself. Damn, maybe you should've stayed home instead.

"Awee c'mon, going home?" hiccup "Your cat at home got no tuna or somethin'?"

Fuck, the liquor in your veins is starting to get dizzying.

"Her cat is actually a territorial one. Now, fuck off from my woman."

The familiar cool spicy scent overpowered the bitter taste of liquor surrounding you, your body collided with a hard chest and a hand over your shoulder guided you close to his side.

"Hey, hold on to me alright pretty girl? 'M gonna get us home in a second."

True to his words, you feel the ground melting from your feet and in a second landed back on the floor of your home. There's a faint aroma of the chicken noodles you love.

"Satoru..." A small whine like a child escaped your sealed lips. You don't have the energy to wash up or even take off your clothes. You just brought up your arms asking for a carry.

"Y'know, you're too spoiled." Satoru sighed and hugged you while your feet clumsily took off your black pumps and left them there.

Satoru watch his girl act like a baby, whiny and more needy than usual as he carried her to the sofa and brought the warm mug of noodle soup to her hands.

"I told you to call me. What if I didn't come?"

Satoru helps you take off your makeup and at the back, he's running the water in the tub for you. He wants to scold you but the sight of your hazy eyes and flush cheeks will only evoke something else other than anger in him.

"Liar..." You slurred. "You always come even if I don't call..."

It's the perks of having a sober man who is too protective to let you go in a den of wolves as he would often phrase it, and yet still supportive enough to let you go on a girl's night out.

You don't wanna get used to him being a superman in your life but he does show up at the split second before the pinch. And you can't help but be complacent at the thought Satoru will always be there to catch you. Selfish... You silently berated yourself and finished the second mug of soup.

You stared at Satoru who is now drying your hair after a quick bath you had. The thoughts from earlier came running back to you.

Satoru set down the blower and that's when you turn around and crawled between his legs, your noses hit as you took his glasses down and stare into his cerulean orbs.

"Babe... wanna get frisky with me?"

"B-Baby?" Satoru uncharacteristically stuttered at the sudden aggressiveness, but he easily recovered and look down at your plump lips that seems to invite him to take a bite.

"Uhmp!" You gasped and felt yourself being rolled into a burrito roll towards your side of the bed and Satoru patting your head before he drop a kiss on your forehead.

"Ask that question again when your sober, you drunkard." Satoru chuckled at your pout and frown.

"'m not a drunkard! Satoru you coward!" But no matter how you spite him Satoru merely shrugs and gently pats you to sleep.

He watches you murmur empty threats with that feisty mouth towards him while he hums and lets you tire yourself out with the liquor in your veins still making your thoughts fuzzy. He thinks you're really cute when you're drunk, and if he was a lesser man he doubts he'll have the strength not to rail you all night.

But Satoru doesn't like the thought of doing it when you're barely sober to give him decent permission. So he painfully stuffs a pillow between the two of you while you're rolled in the blanket as he shushes you to sleep.

The next day, you woke up almost rolling down the bed to free yourself from the blanket. Satoru was already downstairs. He looks at you with a knowing smirk as you approach him for a morning hug and kiss.

"Hey, ask me the question again, Baby." Satoru hugged you as if he could press you any closer to him when even a thread can't pass between the two of you.

You could feel the fast beating of his heart against your chest.

"... What question 'Toru?" You pat his back and look at him. Did you ask something weird last night?

"..." Satoru stopped swaying you and frowns before running his hand over his face.

"Eh? Did I do something while I'm drunk?" What's with his reaction? You tried going back to your memory but you can't remember anything more than him giving you chicken noodle soup.

"This is why I don't drink." Satoru huffs and pouts at you. You're hopeless when you're drunk. Satoru looks at your (his) clothes. His shirt looks oversized in your frame running down to your mid-thighs while your hair falls freely to your back, your legs are in his full view, plump and full to his touch while you wiggle your bare toes in the warm insulated flooring.

"Hey Baby... wanna get frisky with me?" He rasped, tipsy with you.

—GreyCaelum

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draemgal · 9 months

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rescue | azriel

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↳ hello! I've seen that you have open applications and I don't know if you want to write this, but I'll give you the idea. Az has to go rescue y/n and her daughter (either her real daughter or y/n's daughter, whichever you prefer) because the bad guys took them? y/n she fought back as much as she could but she was outnumbered, if you could write about that that would be great, thank you so much!!

i’m not the best at writing combat scenes but i wanted to try! i hope i make up for it with the rest of this. :) y/n’s daughter is in her teens.

your wrists ached from the metal shackles binding them to the floor. blood was crusted on your brow, lip, and hair. some of it wasn’t yours, but it all stung the same.

you had failed.

you fought as much as you could, killing a few but the sheer number of them was more than you had encountered.

you looked over at your daughter, she was asleep with tear-stained cheeks.

you were with your daughter and you had failed. she watched her mother get overpowered, her mother surrender. her mother scream at the top of her lungs to spare her, to do whatever they needed to do as long as they let her daughter go.

your mind raced to azriel, your mate. you knew he would find you, but you didn’t know how long the two of you had. nausea ran it’s course through your body at the thought of anything happening to your daughter.

you couldn’t protect her if you were dead.

it had been an ambush by hyburn. you and your daughter were at the library with feyre and nesta, deciding to split up. you didn’t even notice when they came at first, but when you did it was too late.

your stomach pained with thoughts of feyre and nesta, praying that they got out in time.

it prided you that no one had touched your daughter, you cut off their hands when they reached for her. but one of the soldiers had grabbed her from behind as she fended off the others, and you had begged to let her go but they refused. they found her valuable, being the spymaster’s child. they wanted to see what she knew and used her age and naivety to their advantage.

she was not azriel’s biological child, but it didn’t matter one bit to him. he stepped up to the plate and loved her all the same. when you and azriel first started seeing each other, you told him that if he wants you she comes too. he nodded and told you he didn’t want it any other way.

you smiled fondly at memories of the two of them growing together, him teaching her to ride a bike and tucking her in at night.

it was that moment that you knew you’d do everything in your power to get her to see him again.

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“azriel, just take a second to breathe!” rhysand reasoned, placing his hands on his brother’s shoulders to stop his relentless pacing.

azriel scowled and pushed him off. “you’re only telling me to take a second because your girl is okay, mine are gone.” he spat and continued pacing, chewing on his nails and running through the endless scenarios and possibilities to get to you.

rhysand shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. “maybe you’re right, but i know that assuming the worst won’t bring them back. we need to sit down, breathe, and come up with a plan of action. until then, nothing can happen.”

azriel knew that the high lord was right, but couldn’t help his mind from wandering. the only thing keeping him sane was the reassurance of you being alive through the mating bond.

“has she contacted you through the bond at all?”

azriel shook his head. “not since it first happened with feyre and nesta. all she said was that hyburn has them, she doesn’t know where she is.”

rhys contemplated for a second. “there’s only so many places she could be. hyburn wouldn’t risk us find out a secret base just yet. they have to be somewhere we know about.”

azriel nodded, trying to control his breathing.

cassian placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “they came in search for nesta, but they didn’t get her. they aren’t going to take your girls somewhere we don’t know about. they are so incredibly strong, azriel. so think back to when you went on spy missions. think of the layout and where they could be.”

azriel closed his eyes and went through his memories of his missions until he had a revelation.

“you ready boys?” rhys asked, standing up.

cassian’s siphons lit up on queue, as did azriel’s.

“let’s go get my girls back.”

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rhysand winnowed them to the point where they could fly the rest of the way.

cassian and rhys were supposed to fend of the enemies until azriel could reach the two of you and free you.

when they touched down, cassian unsheathed his weapons and crouched, sneaking around corners to buy azriel time to send his shadows out searching. the darkness dispelled from your mate and followed bodies, sneaking under doorways and remaining unseen.

rhysand waited by the entrance, observing the sheer number of soldiers that roamed the building. a course of worry fluttered through azriel’s veins, knowing it would take far more training than you had been through to fend them all off.

but he felt the bond flutter and refocused himself.

it didn’t take long before cassian let himself indulge in battle, hyburn blood splattering on floor tiles and the sound of metal clanging together.

numerous hyburn bodies fell in a line, a steady pace of one after the other as cassian tore through them, his sheer power not giving them a chance in this ambush.

rhysand stayed behind, only getting involved if cassian shot him a cry for help. it was too risky to blow his guard, the boys knew that.

azriel moved through the bodies, slicing the throats and limbs of whoever crossed his way. he felt the bond between your souls getting stronger as he walked through the corridors.

he found his shadows in a group by a door straight ahead of him, it was guarded by two large men. he set his sights on them, his scarred hands gripping his blade tighter. the two guards sprung into action, attempting to take azriel out. they were no match for the blue siphoned illyrian, and found this out for themselves as azriel sliced into their flesh, letting their fresh blood splatter his leathers.

he savored this moment; killing the two men that kept his girls away from him.

when their lifeless bodies fell to the cold ground, he busted the locked door down.

your face lit up but you weren’t able to move, the shackles weighing you down. “azriel!” you cried, your hands aching from not being able to touch him.

he rushed over to you both. “free her first,” you ordered, pointing to your stirring daughter. she had slept through most of this because you begged her to, telling her that when she wakes up azriel will have come and she’d be safe again.

azriel freed your daughter and kissed her head, promising he wasn’t going anywhere before rushing over to work on your shackles.

“are you hurt?” you questioned, bloodshot eyes scanning every inch of his body.

he only looked at you and shook his head, the ends of his lips twitching upwards. “i should be asking you that, my love.”

you smiled and wrapped your bruised arms around him. “i did all i could, az.” you mumbled into his shoulder. you pulled your daughter in and he picked the both of you up.

“i cant believe you came, dad.” your daughter sobbed through the shakes that overwhelmed her body.

he pressed his lips to her head once more, and then yours right after.

“i’ll always come to rescue you, no matter what. now let’s get you both home.”

you smiled and nodded, nuzzling tighter into him for security. home.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x female!reader #azriel x y/n

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weebsinstash · 11 months

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Ohmygod your thoughts on Yandere Miguel give me life

Idk how your blog works so feel free to ignore and delete this ask but I have some thoughts I'd like your take on

So platonic yandere Miguel with a teen reader who's crushing on a villain from her universe (im a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope </3). And villain reciprocates feelings but is obviously evil (i can't fix them I'll love them for it) so Miguel HATES it even more.

And I'm imagining that villain is also a yandere so there's just gonna be so much drama like AHDISHDUSHD

But yes this idea has been bouncing around in my head alot

If you give me permission I shall come in here with more thoughts on this if I get them

Anygays have a nice day or night make sure to stay hydrated!!!

*Tyler the creator voice* ok ok ok ok ok

so, I was thinking of something earlier, and, I forgot to grab a screenshot of it, but, extremely incredibly minor ATSV spoiler, when Miles is being shown the holograms of the Spiderverse, another series of canon events that is shown is every Spider having some sort of Symbiote experience (as in Venom, which, I have to admit, I'm uh, not extremely knowledgeable on Spiderman lore, I've been out of the game with this series since like grade school, I used to be big on DC and TMNT and hero shit, so, yeah)

Reader is just crushing on like, some evil Eddie Brock or some bad boy with a Symbiote, and dedicated/obsessive Papá Miguel instantly recognizes when your moods and behaviors start to change, more rebellious, more moody, you're becoming a bit more assertive, but not always in the good way, you're hurting people, maybe even stealing and other petty crimes. He presses you on who you've been hanging out with because APPARENTLY you've been sneaking off your watch so you can't inherently be tracked or spied on or contacted

Some drama ass shit like, Miguel has been trying to reach you because you both have some sort of really sentimental or important date coming up, maybe the anniversary of when he first met you or your birthday or his birthday where you both were supposed to do something nice together, something that's been planned and talked about for ages, and then, this rebellion stuff begins and, the date comes and you completely ghost him, he can't find you, contact you, he's frustrated and angry but also worried because what if you're hurt? What if his baby girl is HURT 🥺 SURELY that's the ONLY reason you wouldnt show up and break your poor stressed beloved daddy's heart liks this 🥺 and he finally finds you and you're totally fine, it's just like "haha sorry 'dad' I was getting railed by my evil big tall hunky villain boyfriend and also I have a Symbiote now, look at my spooky black costume, im evil now :)" and here's Miguel like "NOOO PRINCESA 😭😱✝️", but, technically he's only able to interfere in certain ways, like, maybe he can pressure you to break up with this guy but your Symbiote is canon and whether you defeat it and get rid of it or somehow master it and befriend it like say Ghost Spider, that isn't up to him, he can only pressure you but he can't MAKE you do anything, at least, not directly

You're running around having your rebellious Evil Girl Autumn and he's trying to, you know, steer you back onto the path of righteousness and all that and the harder he tries to control you the angrier you're getting until you're even losing your temper and throwing things at him or eventually physically attacking him (to which he's forced to overpower you which, you two have sparred before but this is different and it breaks his heart). You throw your watch at him and tell him to go fuck himself, that you hate him, that you never want to see him again, but you're crying and he takes this as a sign you aren't serious (which, you aren't, not 100% completely, you kinda lowkey ARE having a huge temper tantrum and rebellious phase and being a criminal brat, but, like.... spiderverse babyyyy we got Spider powers, shit has no consequences, or so it feels like to you at the time, and the Symbiote is maybe questionably evil and corrupting your thoughts)

Oh I just realized you said teen reader and here I am talking about getting railed 💀 maybe the villain is a teen too or just a few years older than you but either way like. Miguel doesn't want his sweet innocent pure virginal baby girl having sex! With anyone! Especially before marriage! (Although i was hearing he's kind of a slut in the comics?) He ever finds that shit out it's like, A CRISIS EVENT. He's like that one stereotype of brothers/fathers who hate seeing their sister/daughter date because that's the baby the raised/grew up with. Picture having an argument with him and you're just trying to piss him off and like, it's true but in anger you say "OH YEAH? oh YEAH??? Well, well, you know how you hate Hobie Brown so much?! We've been dating JUST TO MUTUALLY SPITE YOU, and you know what, i actually like him, and he likes me! Maybe we'll hook up for real! Maybe I'll FUCK HIM, DAD :) maybe we'll HAVE A BABY TOGETHER, DAD :)"

Like girlie nooooo you're getting put into The Biggest Time-Out The Multiverse Has Ever Seen. You think getting locked up in a room would be bad, NO, because at least you'd have some vague sense of privacy and personal space. You're now on 24/7 Daughter Duty, with him literally all the time except for, bathing and that stuff. He's dragging you around, making you accompany him, controlling what you're allowed to do, really an extended prolonged punishment. Hss making you sit in his office or whatever while he works and you'll be absolutely fucking bored out of your mind because you're basically given nothing to do, have no phone, no tasks really. He's not outright hurting or abuse you but it's a kind of psychological burden for you, but from his perspective he's just, basically guarding you like a dedicated father, protecting his baby from tarnishing her reputation, her body, and otherwise when he isn't there. CLEARLY he has a lot more fathering to give you than he originally thought

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #and yeah sure homie youre free to send ideas whenever i just might not always reply #im working 40 hour weeks and kts third shift and its really uh messingup my sleep after all these months #also weed. tons of weed lol

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 4 months

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tumblr.com/emdeerm insert-that-spiderman-meme

based on this prompt and the amazing fanfic "Wait I'm a Cartoon Over Here?!"

Ahem Damian flopped onto his bed, exhausted after having had to clean the bat litter once more, as per Alfred's instruction. However, that exhaustion was punctuated by an underlying satisfaction. Despite everything, he and Richard had succeeded. They made contact with Team Phantom (part of him felt dizzy and giddy at the notion, but he'd impale anyone who'd suggest it) and managed to keep Father and the others from combusting at the notion of their existence. Phantom had sworn up and down to never expose their identities, knowing just how important they are. ("You were my hero since I was 7, I'd rather eat Dash's underwear again than betray your trust!") If only he knew...

Speaking of whom, Damian clamped his hands of his ears as the girlish squealing in this room entered a fever pitch. He was starting to regret allowing Kent to enter the Manor while team Phantom were visiting.

"DANNY DANNY DANNY DANNY DANNY I'M SUCH A HUGE FAN OF YOU CAN YOU PLEASE SIGN THIS AND THIS AND THIS AND-" Damian could've sworn that's the spiel Jonathan had opened with about twenty minutes ago. Fenton, for his part, was doing his best to withstand the onslaught of super-powered pre-teen fandom.

He'd never be caught dead doing something so... debased. So petty and pointless as to gawk at a fictional character. He, the blood son of the Bat and his future successor.

"Come on Damian, aren't you excited too?" His heart rate spiked. Blast. How quickly could he break into Father's kryptonite vault...

"You sure you wanna mess him with right now? He really looks like he could kill you, and I read the issue where he tried to murder Tim."

Damian prickled, even felt a hint of shame knowing that Fenton knew just as much about him as he did, how shameful. No not shameful at all, why would he care about someone who probably wasn't even real. Damian moved to sit up and shot Jonathan the deadliest glare he could muster, an expression copy-pasted right off his Father's Batglare.

Jonathan, for his part, cowered behind Fenton. "You'd do well to keep remain silent, Kent, before I remind you that your life is as fragile as a dying rat." He all but spat out. However, instead of cowering further, Jonathan's lips curled into a devious expression.

Fenton's head bounced between the two. "Maybe this personal arc hasn't been published yet..." He muttered.

"Hey Danny..." Jonathan began, hesitantly. This could not be happening. Damian grabbed the nearest katana and lunged. However, his efforts were made fruitless as he passed through the duo like they weren't there. Dammit! "I know this is kind of embarassing, but we put in a lot of work and you're like my number two inspiration after my dad and we don't know how long you'll be here so., but you gotta keep this a total secret, like a total secret, you can't tell anyone."

Jonathan reached into his backpack. Damian swung his sword again. Anything, anything to prevent the inevitable. If this were allowed to happen, his life would be forfeit. Curse his hero this hero for being so overpowered. Where was the lipstick laser when you needed it? Or the fenton thermos? or the anti-creep stick, or anything?!

However, just as Jonathan was about to retrieve the forbidden contraband, a fist flew out and blew him away. "Woah what is this?" Exclaimed one Danielle Phantom. It was at that moment that Damian knew, there was nothing more that could be done.

~~~~~

Danielle rifled through the pages of the comic book that Jon was about to pull out (which, btw, was amazing! Danny might be into Nightwing and Martian Manhunter, but she could not count the number of nights she'd dreamt of flying with the Super Sons. Basically she was never gonna wash that fist again anyway) and was shocked to find the contents. "Yo Danny, have you seen this??"

Her template/brother/cousin/dad (his status is in a weird gray area at the moment) leaned over, eyes widening too.

For within her hands was the latest issue of the celebrated fancomic, the Secret Adventures of Danny Phantom, which circulated around this universe's social media forums and the schoolyards of Metropolis and Gotham. Danielle flipped through pages upon pages of lovingly hand-drawn panels.

"I didn't know we were a comic, too! I've never looked that cool before." Danny said, nothing the cover art.

"I dont think this is official, i mean, whatever official canon means these days. Look, there's no logo from the channel our cartoon's on."

"I can't believe I have fans who know enough about me to make a fancomic." Danny groaned.

"Oh shut up, Danny. you don't see me getting any fanart." Dani teased, until she reached the beautiful two-page spread of her, Robin and Superboy swooping in to save Danny from the GiW. Special attention was placed by the artist on her hair, and the unnatural glow of her ghostly eyes. Overall it was a very flattering picture. the real Dani's jaw dropped.

Danny turned to the gaping Jon, and the limp Damian, both of whose faces were drained of colour, looking even more dead than himself on a cold day. Realisation dawned inside of him. "Wait, did you guys make this?"

His interoogation could not continue furhter before Dani squealed with excitement. She phased out of the bedroom door in an instant before anyone could react, yelling in excitement about this amazing fancomic that Damian and Jon had made, like it was fate... Her voice was followed by one Dick Grayon's comment on Damian's evolving artstyle, before more joined the chorus. As for Damian? He rolled for 60d6 psychic damage, took 300, and lost the wlil to live. Jon was not far behind.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #based on another prompt #each universe exists in the other as a fictional series #How do i tag others???#im new to tumblr plz hepl

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Back again saw you had teen wolf in your pinned post of things you write but couldn’t see any posts of that? If you do actually write that something of your favourite character and your favourite kink (to write if that’s easier for you) would be really cool to see

Jackson Whittemore x male reader

Headcanons

Jackson was one of my awakenings back in the day, when Teen Wolf only had one season. Everyone say thank you Jackson, without him, this blog probably wouldn’t have existed.

I couldn’t narrow it down to just one kink, so this is just kind of an overall nsfw hc thing. Hope that’s still good tho.

Jackson is submissive, I don’t wanna hear it. That man turned into a lizard whose whole thing was being told what to do, he definitely likes being ordered around in the bedroom and treated like he’s lesser.

I think he is also extremely touch starved, the kind of guy to melt into your hand if you were to cradle his cheek into your palm. When you run your fingers through his hair when he’s going down on you, he purrs loudly, and his eyes almost roll back because of it.

He uses the tail, I’m sorry. He would use it to pull you close or wrap around you when he has his moments where he’s feeling bratty or dominant, or just wants your attention.

Jackson has some kind of daddy, sir, or alpha kink. Even if you aren’t a werewolf or a supernatural being, he still loves when you push him down and he can wail for his alpha into his pillows, that alpha being you of course.

Body worship, please massage him after lacrosse or just a long day. Like cover your hands in oil and give him a thorough rubdown. Pay special attention to his pecs and upper arms, really press into the muscle. It’ll leave him a whimpering whining mess.

He would try to hard to be good, to not move because you told him to stay still, but it feels so good he can’t help bucking his hips. The bed has deep claw marks afterwards from where he was gripping it.

Oral fixation, so much oral fixation. For a guy who loves to talk so much, he would most likely love to have his mouth stuffed. Because of him being part kanima, his tongue is longer and more flexible than the average person, take that as you will.

Marking kink. Wants you to bite him all over but also wants to bite you. That of course isn’t the best idea if you aren’t a supernatural being of your own, since his teeth can get pretty sharp, and he bites down pretty damn hard.

Loves when you rough him up and overpower him, it puts the beast in his chest to rest when he can feel and see just how much power you have over him. It always leaves him a writhing purring mess, his eyes flashing between blue and the kanima lizard eyes.

Has most likely had fantasies of getting your initials or even your entire name tattooed, like some kind of branding fantasy. Its that little part of his brain that wants to belong to you forever. He hasn’t gotten it done, but it doesn’t stop him from jerking off to the thought of it.

Ends up getting a necklace or maybe a bracelet or ring with your initials instead, just to curb the urge a little.

Stays at your house more than his own, and if you guys already live together that’s even better. Expect a lap full of lizard werewolf who will always want your attention.

Expect him also to walk around in very little clothes. Jackson knows he looks good and will use it to his advantage to get what he wants.

As much as Jackson loves to be roughed up and ordered around, he also has his moments where he just wants to be held and made love too instead.

He deals with a lot of insecurity, and just wants you to show him you truly do care for him and want him in your life. He will have moments where he will lay on your chest and silently cry, asking you in a small voice if you truly do love him.

This either ends up with you just comforting him and telling him that of course you love him. Or it ends up with Jackson on his back, his legs around your waist, as you make love to him, muttering all kinds of compliments and praise.

The praise gets him mushier faster than anything else, and always leaves him a gasping blabbering mess, begging for more and saying he loves you over and over.

Because of this, you are one of the few people his wolf and kanima self submits too, no questions asked. This also means that when he’s going through heat, you will be the person he comes too. Hed rather die than go to anyone else, only wanting you.

During his heats he wants you to top like always, and if you arent a werewolf yourself or something like it, you better have toys to distract him, because he will wring you so dry you will be crawling out of there.

After hes left your legs completely useless after riding you for hours though, he will cuddle against your chest and purr so loud it would vibrate the entire bed.

Hes just completely smitten and its honestly gross just how much he loves you, and how he would find a way to stop the world from turning if you asked him too.

#male reader #teen wolf #jackson whittmore #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf headcanon #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x reader #jackson whittmore imagine #jackson whittmore headcanon #jackson whittmore x male reader #jackson whittmore x reader #is this fandom still alive?#if so #hello teen wolf people!! :D

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keepingeahalive · 1 year

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Faybelle Thorn Headcanons:

Her full name is Faybelle Arabella Raette Thorn. Her middle names come from the First Dark Fairy and her grandmother respectively.

She shares a very loving relationship with her mother. The Dark Fairy had Faybelle when she was relatively young and devoted almost all of her energy into raising her. In turn, Faybelle looks up to her mom, wants to make her proud, and will curse anyone who says a word against her.

Her father died before she was born. She doesn’t know how, but she knows it wasn’t a natural death.

She and Ginger had known each other since childhood, but they weren’t exactly friends. They only played together because their moms were friends. The one thing Faybelle really liked about Ginger was her baking.

Faybelle hates Raven for being more powerful than her and for going against what she views as a great and powerful legacy. But she also hates the Queens in general for shaming the Dark Fairy Legacy. The Evil Queen had tampered with Sleeping Beauty’s curse, overpowering dark fairy magic and leaving Faybelle’s mom a laughingstock.

Fairies live longer than humans, dark fairies especially. Faybelle’s mother was practically still a teenager when she had her, but it was more out of necessity because of the Evil Queen’s meddling.

She has a huge sweet tooth.

She’s a massive dog lover. She talks to her pet pom-pom Spindle like he’s a baby and absolutely spoils him, even if he’s insanely aggressive to everyone except her.

Faybelle has had a crush on Briar since they were kids. She’d never tell anyone because of her destiny, but it’s the main reason why she teases Briar.

Her wings are extremely sensitive, and she does not allow anyone to touch them.

She has a pair of tree-like horns that grow insanely fast. She loves them, but she clips them and hides them under her hair because they snag on everything. She hopes to grow them out once she can figure out how to slow their growth.

She was roommates with Duchess during her freshman year. It’s how they met. They have a very competitive relationship and trade playful insults with each other, but they will defend one another if someone else goes after them.

She likes watching teen dramas and spell-a-novelas unironically. She’s one of those people who cries over them with ice cream.

She claims she’s the cousin of movie star Spella Thorne. No one is convinced.

In addition to cheerhexing, she also teaches step to spellementary school kids.

Faybelle has been taught to control her magic from a young age. She knows more evil spells than Raven (though Raven is more powerful) and has access to incurable curses. She prefers to cast curses with an escape clause, though. Having no cure takes the fun out of these things.

She doesn’t like physical contact unless she initiates it.

She’s surprisingly good with kids but is a horrible influence. She’s been blacklisted as a babysitter.

Despite building up a reputation as an unapologetic mean girl with a constant need to feel included, she doesn’t know how to make friends any other way. She believes the only way people will notice her is if she makes them notice her, and this almost always backfires.

#eah #ever after high #ever after high headcanons #faybelle thorn #eah faybelle #Faybelle for President #bribelle #briar x faybelle

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I LOVE YOUR ANGST SO I WAS THINKING

can you write some angst where reader cheated on kylian but it was a mistake and she tells him but he forgives her because he loves her too much and he can’t stay without her? but please make it sadddd

please this was so sad to write

kylian mbappe x reader

Did you cheat?

You didn’t know how it happened, it just happened. One second you were having fun and dancing with your friends, the second later a man grabbed your waist and started dancing with you. It was probably the alcohol doing everything for you but in that moment you felt like a horny teenager once again, like you had just turned sixteen and all you wanted to be was being a cool teen showing around that you could catch men’s attention and have fun. You completely forgot that were in a three years long relationship with the most loving and caring man you’ve ever met. He was everything for you, he showed you how much he loved you every single day, with words and affection, he showed you how much he cared for you and now you were there standing in the dance floor with someone else man hands wrapped around your waist and his lips kissing your neck. His hands slowly got on your chest, squeezing lightly your boobs and making you moan a little. You looked at him in the eyes and in that moment you didn’t feel guilty or remorse, you were just being that teenager again. He brought his lips on yours and he kissed you, his tongue overpowering yours, fighting for dominance while his hands were back on your waist. He kept you so close that you could feel his boner so you decided to tease him a little bit and rubbed yourself on him, making him moan. You were lucky that no one could see you. Your friends went missing after they got their third drink, everyone was probably so high or drunk that they weren’t even paying attention to the two of you.

“You should leave with me…” he whispered in your ear and in that moment you felt sober again. You looked at him with a horrified expression, remembering that ten seconds ago you were grinding on his dick.

What have you just done?

“I-I have to go…” you said to him not even waiting for a proper reply, you were already out of the club.

You didn’t care for that man, he would find someone else to fuck tonight, all you cared about was Kylian and how you just fucked up your relationship.

You called a taxi to pick you up and bring you back home.

It was 3 am once you got back home and Kylian was already sleeping, you didn’t want to wake him up but you couldn’t even bring yourself back in the same bed as him so you simply changed your clothes and spent the night on the couch. A restless night because you spent it about thinking what you were supposed to do. Telling him? Pretending nothing happened? You were sure that the man you were dancing with didn’t even see your face so you had nothing to worry about. But something was eating you inside. Guilt. Remorse. Disappointment. Sadness. Anger.

“Bonjour mon amour” Kylian came into your view once he reached the living room “I didn’t hear you coming back tonight, did you have fun?” he asked smiling and sitting next to you on the couch.

Your mind was racing and you had no idea of what to do. You simply nodded at his question.

“I was thinking…since it’s my day off I think we should visit the new market you’ve been wanting to see for weeks” he spoke and your heart melted at his sudden care. Exactly. It was his day off and he wanted to do everything in his power do make you happy. You let a few tears fall, not being able to hold them back.

“Y/n, mon amour…is everything okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“I think we should talk…” you whispered not even being able to watch him.

“You’re scaring me babe…are you okay?” he asked softly.

“No…not really…” you cried. How were you going to tell him that you just cheated on him?

“I just want you to know that I’m really sorry…I’m so sorry Kylian, I never meant it to happen, I don’t know how-how it happened…I was too drunk to even understand what was going on…I’m so fucking sorry…I fucked up everything” you cried avoiding his gaze.

“What-what happened last night?” his voice shook a bit as he already knew what happened.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered not being able to say that you cheated on him “I love you so much but I don’t deserve you Kylian…all I do is hurting people and now I’ve just hurt the person I love the most” you said between tears.

“Did you cheat?” he asked, his voice showing no emotions “answer me for fuck’s sake…”

“Yes…” you whispered.

In that moment he stood up from the couch, this time, him not being able to watch you.

“Why?” he asked, his voice trembling, and tears falling from his eyes.

“I don’t know why…I was drunk and I felt like nothing mattered anymore. I forgot who I was, what I was doing…I forgot everything…” you confessed.

“You forgot about me…” he said and your heart broke again.

“I didn’t mean to…I never meant to hurt you Kylian…I’m really really sorry” you apologized again for the millionth time that night.

“I don’t know what to say…” he said, looking at you in the eyes. He could see you were sorry but it still hurt knowing you cheated on him.

“You don’t have to say anything…I broke your heart, I broke your trust…I fucked up our relationship just for ten seconds with someone I don’t even know the name…you don’t have to say anything, I’m the one who can’t and won’t stop apologising, I’m the one who’s gonna live with constant regret, knowing I’ve just lost the most important person in my life” you sobbed quietly, letting more tears fall “…I know you’re gonna hate me and I get it…I hate me too Kylian…you’ll never see me again, I’m gonna move out quickly…you don’t deserve the pain I caused you…” you wiped your tears not being able to watch him in the eyes.

“That’s the problem y/n…” he slowly sat next to you “I could never hate you, never” he grabbed your hands “you mean to much for me y/n…I can’t imagine living without you babe….”

“What is that supposed to mean Kylian?” you asked him a bit confused “you’re supposed to hate me, to scream at me…to be mad at me, to be disgusted by me…” you said and looked at him in the eyes.

“Oh trust me, I am mad at you and so fucking sad and disappointed…but at the same time I could never stop loving you” he confessed at you “don’t you get it? You have my heart, you will always have my heart…I rather staying with you knowing you cheated than not staying with you at all, I don’t think I could handle living without you” he said crying. He brought his hands to his lips and gently kissed them. That was one of the way he loved showing you his love. You started sobbing harder and he comforted you in his arms.

“I know you’re sorry…” he said to you “I’m willing to pretend it never happened…I just love you so much y/n” you looked at him in the eyes and you could see he was telling the truth.

“I don’t wanna lose you Kylian, not now, not ever…I’m sorry” you said again.

“Shhh…it’s okay” he whispered in your ears “let’s pretend nothing ever happened so we can go back with our lives okay?” he asked hoping you would say yes.

“Okay” you whispered and let his hands dry your tears.

“Perfect…so how would you feel about visiting the new market today?” he asked completely forgetting what you had told him a few minutes ago.

“I think that’s a great idea…” you said smiling at him.

“Parfait…now let’s go and make some breakfast I’m starving” he said leading you to the kitchen and making you laugh.

You really had no idea what you did to deserve someone like Kylian in your life. Someone who was able to forgive your sins. Someone who was able to forget that you cheated on him. Sometimes so precious and kind as Kylian was.

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Beckett x teen!reader - someone to trust

Sitting on the table, you swung your leg back and forth, eating the sandwich in your hand, looking at the few others who were standing around.

“Seriously you can’t expect us not to do anything.” One of the guys snapped.

“Have some respect when talking to them.” Another sneered.

“You’re telling us to just sit back when some assholes are out there trying to make a move in our territory!”

The men next to you stepped forward and you reached out, grabbing the back of the jacket he was wearing, pulling him back.

“Cool it J.”

He looked at you, huffing a little but sat next to you on the table.

“Well, what do you want to do boss?”

“Leave it for now.”

“They beat the crap outta Tyler!”

You looked at the guy standing in the corner of the room, a couple of bandages around his arms, and one on his face.

“He was on their terf, whether he knew it or not. You know the rules, as do they.”

“Come on we can easily overpower them.” Tyler said.

“Maybe so, but it ain’t worth the risk. These guys have a reputation, right now it isn’t worth the risk to any of us. Just stick to what we’re doing.”

You stuffed your hands into your pockets, and you walked over to the first guy who had spoke.

“Question me again and I’ll show you why I am the leader here, not you..” you whispered.

With that, you made your way towards the door.

J turned around and followed you outside into the street, along with a few others and you all began walking through the crowds of people.

“Is that really what you want to do? Leave it?” J asked.

“We don’t need that shit right now, we got a rat somewhere and maybe more than one.”

“You wanna smoke em out?” Sara asked.

You looked behind you, thinking for a moment before shaking your head.

“No. I wanna know what they’re doing and who they’re doing it for. You four are my first captains, I trust you, the others not so much.”

“So what do we do?” Tyler asked.

You sighed, standing at the crossing, watching as a few people shuffled away from you all.

“We wait.”

With that, you moved past someone, making your way across the road with J.

“Why did we park so far away anyway?” He asked.

“I wanted a change of scenery.”

He hummed a little bit, gesturing to a building next to him.

“Not cause you’re scoping out that place?”

“Ain’t anything wrong with it.”

“C’mon, no one is gonna sell a building like that to a kid.”

You smirked a little.

“They will for the right price and negotiation tactics.”

J chuckled a little nodding his head.

“I like the sound of that, when’s the opening?”

You reached into your jacket, pulling out your phone before putting it back in.

“Right now, let’s go, third floor.”

You jogged up the steps with him close behind.

Making your way to the third floor, you walked to the very end room, pushing the door open.

“Welcome!”

The woman turned around with a smile and it dropped when she saw you.

“I’m not interested in buying whatever it is you two are selling get out before I call the cops.”

You hummed a little, walking over to the large window.

“Everybody has a price, what’s yours?”

“I doubt you even have that money.”

“Maybe they didn’t make themselves clear, name your price.” J said lowly.

The woman looked at him, reaching the writing along the sleeve of his jacket.

“You’re just two thugs.”

You turned around, walking over to the desk you took some papers, standing behind J who stopped the seller from trying to get them back.

With your back against his you flicked through them.

“I’ll buy it.”

You handed the papers to J who tossed them on the desk, then you pulled out a cheque book, handing it over to J who handed it to her.

“Cash it first if you want, just a proof.” He said.

“Let me make a few calls, if all goes well I’ll sell it to you.”

She left the room and you sat on the desk, looking at your second in command.

“What’s this place for anyways?” He asked.

“Nothing wrong if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s just an apartment building. Gonna rent it out.”

He hummed a little, nodding his head.

“Didn’t realise we were landlords now.”

You laughed a little, shaking your head at him.

“Stable income, I have money sure, but at least this way we have some cover.”

“Thinking ahead, smart.”

J began to explore the room, and you sat there just watching him.

“Good news, the building is yours.”

The woman packed everything and left, and you begun plans to bring life back into the old building.

A few weeks later, sitting on the back of a bench, you looked at J who was giving directions to somebody nearby.

When he was done, he answered his phone, speaking for a moment before walking over to you.

“Guess who’s been summoned by the NYPD.”

“Not a chance.”

“You’re in shit now.” He smirked.

You scoffed, standing on the bench as you looked down at him.

“We’re not going in.”

“If that’s what you want.”

You jumped down, walking across the grass with him following him.

You went back to your hideout, laying yourself on some storage boxes.

“They’re going to keep calling.”

“Toss it, get a new one.”

J shrugged, leaving the room.

Sitting up, you stood up along the boxes, climbing up on them until you reached the top, and watched as J walked back in with Tyler.

“That place you got might be running behind schedule.” Tyler said.

You narrowed your eyes a little.

“Look at the news.”

He tossed you the TV remote you, and you turned on the TV.

“That would explain the calls.” J said.

Tyler looked at you and you waved your hand dismissively, so, he left the room.

“Man I just got the place too, that’s shit.”

“Wanna check it out.”

You grinned, jumping down from the boxes.

Walking outside, you climbed on to your motorcycle, and J climbed on his, both of you racing over to the newest investment you made.

Parking outside, you swung yourself off, looking at a few of the people nearby who quickly scurried away.

“Reckon building is seal off?” J asked.

“Yup.”

You walked up the stairs, hands stuffed into your pockets, making your way straight for the stairs to the third floor.

“Get outta here kid.”

You looked at the officer, walking over.

“Fresh out the academy huh?”

“No.”

J stood behind you, resting his arm in your shoulder.

“Definitely fresh outta the academy, look at that ridiculous haircut, that’s dumb as shit.”

“I’ll arrest you if you don’t move.”

“Try it, won’t last long.” J smirked.

You moved around him, ducking under J, looking around.

Grabbing a jacket, you pulled it on, rolling the sleeves up a little bit, and J distracted the officer while you walked away.

Looking around, you tried to find where the crime scene was.

“Hey, that’s my jacket.”

You turned around, putting your hands behind your back.

You immediately recognised him and knew it was your chance.

“I didn’t know sir, I was just cold is all.”

“You don’t have a jacket?” He asked.

You shook your head a little bit.

“Well uh.. I guess you can have it yeah. Here.”

He reached into his pockets of his blazer, pulling out his wallet, holding out some cash to you.

“Here, get yourself some food and a warm drink.”

You reached out to take it.

“Castle what the hell are you thinking?”

He stopped, turning to the woman who was holding J by the back of his jacket.

“They’re just cold Beckett.”

“Oh my god Castle, don’t you watch the news?” She snapped.

She tossed J at you and made a gestured for you to hand the jacket over, so you took it off and tossed it at her, watching as she caught it, shoving it to Castle.

“They’re teenagers?” He asked confused.

You leant against the wall.

“Why’re you here, this has nothing to do with delinquents.”

“It does if I own the building.” You said.

“You don’t own the building. No one in their right mind would sell to a kid.”

“Run it detective, you’ll find everything is according law.”

She sent an officer to go and check it out, and she gestured for you and J to stay put.

She blocked the exit as she stood speaking to someone else who glanced at the pair of you.

Turning around, she looked at you.

“Great news, you two are coming in for questioning let’s go you know the drill, hands on your head and turn around.”

You complied and so did J who gave you a confused look.

“Let it play..”

He nodded his head and you were both taken to the precinct and shoved into different interrogation rooms.

You rested your elbows on the table, staring directly at the mirror.

“Seriously that just a kid, and what’s with the jacket?” Castle asked.

Beckett held out a thick file to him.

“That’s just one of them, and that’s not even the background on this kid, we can’t get any. That’s just all the criminal investigations that they’ve been part of but never convicted due to lack of evidence.”

“NYS?” He asked.

“The New York Shadows, a gang of delinquents, string of crimes are endless, a few of them have been sent down aside from this one.”

Castle looked at Beckett.

“Why?”

“The shadow, (Y/N), we’re guessing around 16, dangerous, never leaves a trace, never caught, knows all the tricks to avoid any sort of detection. Can switch from calm to incredibly violent in a second.”

“No way they’re being a murder though.” Castle said.

“Only one way to find out, stay here.”

Beckett took your file back, and she walked into the room, throwing it on the table, dropping herself into the chair in front of you.

“Let’s talk.” She said

#castle #castle x reader #castle x you #castle imagine #Kate Beckett #Kate Beckett x reader #Kate Beckett x you #Kate Beckett imagine

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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In a redeemed recoms au! you can't tell me that Lo'ak and Spider don't constantly rope Lyle into their shit.

NO FR THEY WOULDDDDDD

Lyle is the fun beer uncle and no one can change my mind so upon figuring it out, Lo’ak and Spider drag him into their dumbass duo and they become a trio 💅 Lyle tried hard not to show his dumbassery but lets loose eventually.

Jake makes the mistake of assuming that being around an adult will make the boys behave better but effect is the exact opposite. Having a grown Na’vi with military training just means they can do crazier stuff and put themselves in more danger because why not? Uncle Lyle will solve whatever problem they found themselves in 🥰 be it hiding from an RDA scout group or getting chased by an Akula, Wainfleet has it covered 😎( He doesn’t, he’s actually just a big doormat for these two since they talk big game about how cool he is all the time so he comes along on whatever goofy adventure they got going on lol)

Though I also believe that he won’t hesitate to step up and be tough when he really has to. Lo’ak and Spider are both teens who desperately want to prove themselves and how useful they can be to the community, so they’ll often disregard their lives by throwing themselves into danger.

“Now tell me, what in the ever-loving fuck would you be doing if I wasn’t there? Hm?”

Lo’ak and Spider both avoided looking at Wainfleet in shame, eyeing their injuries instead.

“Fuckin’ hell. Just because Aonung miraculously gets away with some bloody stunt doesn’t mean you’re obligated to best him. Aight’? That won’t prove nothing to your old men except that you share the same braincell.”

The two boys nodded in response, finally meeting Lyle’s eyes as they hear concern overpower the anger in his voice.

Sigh “Now…how are we gonna explain these” he pointed at the bruises and cuts. “To them without getting my neck snapped, hm?”

The atmosphere lightened with his little quip, getting a small smile out of the sorry troublemakers as they looked at each other and shook their shoulders.

That’s just my take on it tho 💅😌

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar spider #avatar headcanons #avatar way of water #spider socorro #miles quaritch #miles spider soccoro #avatar lo’ak #lo’ak sully #lo’ak #lyle wainfleet #avatar lyle

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Father: Verb

Summary: 11 year-old WMD Sephiroth is assigned a new handler/bodyguard, named Vincent Valentine.

rating: teen and up (prev chapter and ao3 linked at bottom)

Chapter 8: The Belly of the Beast

“You keep saying things that don’t make sense,” Sephiroth said angrily. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to confuse me, or if this is some kind of attempt at a joke, but—”

“You claim not to believe me, but you felt it, did you not? His pull on you. Your connection to him.”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t…know what you mean.”

“Never try to lie to me. I know you better than you do,” the older version said, with that softly inhuman smile of his. “That child is the reason I was able to find you, here. The reason I still exist, despite my body’s death. He is…an anchor point, in four-dimensional space.”

“Why? What’s so special about him?” Even as Sephiroth asked the question, he felt a thrill of numinous familiarity, as if he was on the verge of recalling some profound truth, that he’d forgotten.

The older version’s smile widened. “That’s right. Remember. Remember him, on your own.”

“No. No, I can’t,” Sephiroth insisted, shaking his head. “How can I? I’m not you, yet.”

“But you will be. The reason you remember that child, though you never saw him before, is because souls are not governed by time and physical space. They navigate by anchor points in the liminal space, created by events of great emotional impact, or a deep attachment to another human soul.”

Sephiroth frowned. “But why that boy, then? If it’s about attachment to another soul, shouldn’t our anchor be Vincent?”

“Vincent is not human.”

“Are you saying that Vincent…doesn’t have a soul?” Sephiroth said, aghast.

“He does not have a human soul,” the older version explained. “Chaos is woven into his being and has changed his nature, entirely. Cloud Strife, on the other hand, has a super-human soul.”

“What is that?”

“The only thing I can liken it to, is him carrying a brighter light, than most. Because of this light, he is able to draw people to him. Compel their loyalty and adoration. Make them attached to him. He has no idea he is doing it, of course, nor do others.”

“He must be pretty charismatic, then.”

“Not really. He does not seem particularly special, at all, at first blush. Outwardly, he is…rather small, and a bit too pretty, for a boy. His looks make him appear unimposing and even vulnerable. Inwardly, he is a morose, solitary, single-minded youth, in constant mental and emotional chaos due to a laundry list of traumas. And yet, everywhere he goes, he collects allies and admirers, like a sun drawing worlds into its orbit. That day he ran into us in the bakery, we began to be affected by his gravity. But something peculiar happened. He attached to us, as well, which he has never done with anyone else. That mutual attachment is what has enabled me to retain my sense of self in the lifestream, and overpower its desire for reunification. It was no accident that you met him precisely at the turning point of your entire life. His attachment to us drew him to you, at our moment of greatest crisis, and our attachment to him guided me here.”

Sephiroth arched a dubious eyebrow. “Are you seriously saying it’s all thanks to true love?”

“Love? What has love to do with two souls being bound together in eternity?”

“Can you hear yourself, when you talk?”

“I see we haven’t yet developed a sense of humor,” the older version chuckled. “No matter, you will have time to grow, in all aspects. You will become the man we should have been. The man we could have been, had fate taken a different turn.”

“You keep calling this a turning point, but I don’t understand why. What’s so significant about this moment? Why not go back further, to before all of this even happened?”

“We cannot go back, to before Cloud Strife existed. Even if we could, all we could do would be to prevent our own birth, which would defeat the purpose. This moment is the first hinge upon which fate turns. Not only for us, but for this world. Together, we will alter the crucial condition, and change the fate in which Vincent kills us.”

“It must be Vincent. But how do we know for sure? And how will we know we’ve changed our fate?”

“I represent a second pivotal moment. When we altered our fate, in that moment, the future timeline collapsed, and future versions of us ceased to exist. Now, my own time, which is your future—and by extension, me—are only potential outcomes. Once the path is truly severed, everything will be erased, all the way back to you. We will know, because I will cease to exist. Then, you will finally be free of our fate. Free to choose who and what you are, what life you will lead, and who will be by your side.”

“If that’s all true, why don’t you do it yourself? What do you need me for?”

“In my current form, I can only affect this reality in minor ways. I need a physical body, through which to channel my power. Your body, to be exact.”

Sephiroth balked. “What? Why?”

The older version laughed. “I am extremely powerful, little fool. Any body but our own would be destroyed by the force of the energies I command.”

“You want to…possess me? But doesn’t possession push out the original soul, and effectively kill the host?”

“Were I to possess a body that is not my own, that is how it would work. However, the universe makes no distinction between you and I. Since we are one soul, I can enter your body and coexist with your consciousness. If it eases your mind, I will only borrow control, when necessary.”

“Why should I trust you?”

“Aside from the fact that I am you?”

“Because of the fact that you are me. If I was a time-traveling ghost, and I wanted to steal myself a body, this is exactly what I would say.”

The older version leaned down, and spoke into Sephiroth’s ear. Gradually, his blue-green eyes went wider and his lips parted.

“I—I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes.” He looked up resolutely into his future self’s face and spread his arms. “I’m ready. Come inside me.”

The older version choked. “Please…do not say it like that.”

“What? What’s wrong with what I said?” Sephiroth frowned.

“Nothing. Nevermind. Before we begin, I must warn you, when we are connected by a body, some of my memories will intermittently overflow into your consciousness. It will be…painful. But this is the burden you must bear, to re-create the world.”

Sephiroth made a face. “The burden I must bear, to re-create the world? Gods, how did I ever wind up talking the way you do? You sound like a villain from a stage drama”

“Ha. One day, you may find out.” The older version smiled and held out his hand. “Come. Let us defy destiny together.”

Sephiroth hesitated, then reached out and took it.

Instantly, his vision went black, and he felt like he was spinning wildly in a soundless, lightless void. After a second or two, the extreme vertigo stabilized and his senses returned. He was still standing in his quarters, facing the kitchen. But the older version was nowhere to be seen.

“Are you here?” he asked, half under his breath.

I am here. Can you not feel me ins—ah, I mean. Feel my presence?

“I can, now. What do we do, next?”

Give me control.

Sephiroth consciously slackened his will and let the other take over. He was immediately assailed by that dizzy numbness again, but not nearly so badly as before, and he retained his sight this time. The other spun them around and jerked their head up, looking up at a spot in the ceiling.

Found you.

A serpentine smile spread across Sephiroth’s face. At the same time, there was a loud bang. The room went dark and the whole building seemed to shudder, as hundreds of electrical circuits blew out simultaneously. A moment later, the backup generators kicked on, and the emergency strips along the floors and around the doorways cast the room in amber light.

Sephiroth felt his limbs and torso warp and stretch, and saw their perspective move much higher up, as the other shifted his body into his own adult form. The door blew off its hinges with a bang, slamming into the wall across the way, as they stepped out into the dim, emergency-lit hall. In response to the noise, a patrol of helmeted Shinra guards came running, weapons drawn.

“Intruder! Identify yourself!” the leader barked.

The older version waved their hand. Purple bolts of lightning crackled down the hall, zapping the entire troop of guards, at once, and causing everything made of glass to violently explode.

“Whoa! When do I learn to do that?” Sephiroth asked, excitedly.

In Midgar, during your SOLDIER training.

That dizzy disorientation spun his mind around, and suddenly the scene before him had shifted. He was standing atop what seemed to be a massive, industrial supercomplex. The wind was blowing in his long, silver hair, and the sun was setting, in a riot of brilliant golds, over the sea.

“…is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky,” a voice was saying, behind him. A voice he’d never heard, and yet knew as well as his own. Achingly familiar, and somehow far away.

He turned around, to see two people. A big, burly young man in black, and an exceptionally beautiful young man in a burgundy coat, with auburn hair. He knew them. Genesis, the redhead, was seated on the bulkhead-like steel housing, reading aloud from a book, and Angeal, the man in black, was leaning against it, beside him.

These were his friends. His best friends. And yet, there was an element of bitter pain, in the joy that welled up inside him, upon seeing their beloved faces. These were people he had loved…and lost.

“Ripples form on the water’s surface. The wandering soul knows no rest,” Genesis concluded.

“Loveless, act one,” he heard his older voice say.

“You remembered,” Genesis said, snapping the book shut and hopping down from his perch.

“How can I not, when you’ve beaten it into my head,” he replied, in a bantering tone.

With that, weapons were drawn, and battle stances assumed.

“Don’t take Sephiroth lightly,” Angeal advised.

“Noted,” Genesis snorted, then they rushed in to the attack.

Sephiroth had no control of this body, in the memory, but he could feel everything, as keenly as if he were really there. As blades clashed and sparked, it became quickly clear that these two were superhumans, and that they were no match for him, even together. He blocked everything they threw at him, even their coordinated dual attacks, with perfect ease. What kind of monstrous strength was this?

As the fight progressed, high into the sky, full of exploding firebolts and deadly arcs of sword-light, that sliced the giant industrial complex to ribbons, Sephiroth realized with a dawning sense of wonder, how far he had yet to go, to be as strong as his older self.

Just as the simulation fell apart, around the three young men, and it became apparent this was a training arena, he lurched out of the memory, back into the present.

“Your friends,” he said breathlessly. “Genesis and Angeal. What happens to them?”

They are both gone. Maybe, one day, you will find them again, for my sake.

“I will. I promise. I will save everyone, this time.”

Sephiroth looked around, to see that they were just stepping out into the main hall, where the elevators to the other levels were. More troops of guards came rushing up and were tossed away, with a wave of his hand. Purple lighting crackled along the walls, and non-uniformed Shinra staff were screaming and running away, as fast as they could.

Your turn, little fool. Deal with them.

Sephiroth regained control of his body, which shifted back to its usual, teenaged form. With a flick of his wrist, a wall of flame tore through the Shinra Manor main hall, burning the woodwork black, and incinerating everything in its path.

All the sudden, a wave of nausea struck him. There was something…something about a wall of fire, just like this…

Focus. Shinra has dispatched its army. There are squadrons converging on the manor, with airborne support inbound, from the north, south, and west.

“Ugh, you take over,” Sephiroth groaned. “I’m…dizzy. I think I’m gonna—”

His vision went sideways again, and he was plunged headfirst into another memory.

This place wasn’t like anywhere Sephiroth had been, in the manor. But there was something eerily familiar about it. It was dark and musty, with stone walls and ceiling, like it was underground. A forest of huge, ancient bookshelves reached all the way to the ceiling, and were piled haphazardly with old books.

The aisles between them were narrow and cramped, and everything was strewn about and disordered, with books lying all over the floor, almost as if someone had dumped them off the shelves. He was seated in the center, at the large, mahogany desk, reading by candlelight, of all things. His black gloved finger scanned the lines of a project journal, written by hand, in ink.

“Sephiroth?” a voice said, from the center aisle.

He glanced up. It was a good-looking young man, in a black uniform, with spiky black hair and bright-blue mako eyes. Something about him made Sephiroth think of Angeal. That’s right. Angeal was his mentor. This one’s name was Zack. Another pang of bitter pain. Another one he’d lost.

“Uh. What you got, there?” Zack asked, uneasily.

Before Sephiroth had a chance to reply, the memory flickered and blinked, as if someone had switched the channel on an old cathode-ray television, and the scene changed.

Vincent staggered, clutching his abdomen, where a long, thin blade impaled him, all the way through, sticking out of his back. He stumbled forward, as Sephiroth yanked the sword out. Sephiroth caught him, before he fell, and Vincent leaned heavily on him.

A sea of flames billowed and roared all around them, accompanied by screams and wails, and the muffled thunder of explosions in the distance.

The sword wounds all over Vincent’s torso were oozing a black, tar-like substance, that must be his blood. The ragged holes in Sephiroth’s chest, torn open by shots from Cerberus, had already begun to knit back together.

“Vincent…do you love me?”

Vin—cent—do—y—love—

The memory spat him out abruptly, back into present, where his older self had turned the central area of the manor into an inferno, the heat of which made his eyes sting. Amid the calls of soldiers, from outside, and the sound of windows being smashed on the upper levels (probably by people trying to escape), Sephiroth stood, unmoved.

“What were you reading, in that book?” he demanded. “Why did you feel so…manic and strange, in that memory?”

It’s none of your concern. None of that will matter, after tonight.

“Wait, are you switching the memories, intentionally? Are you controlling what I see?”

There are things it will only hurt you to know. Things I wish with all my heart I could un-know. We are giving you a chance to live unburdened by all of that.

“What about Vincent, then! You said he kills us, but I saw you stab him! I saw you hurt him! Why did you do it? Why didn’t you tell me the truth?!”

Because we knew you would not understand, and that you would react the way you are reacting now.

Sephiroth wrested control of his body back from the other, with a violent wrench, and refused to move an inch.

Do not be childish. There is no time for—

“No! I’m not going another step until you tell me what you’re hiding from me!” he shouted, over the thrum of helicopter rotors, right above the manor’s roof, by the sound of it.

You will regret knowing.

“Not as much as you’ll regret not telling me,” he shot back.

Very well. But we warned you.

Once again, the vertigo overtook him, and he was plunged into the sea of memory. Before, it had been gentle. Linear. Coherent. This time, it was a rapid-fire cascade, thousands of tiny points of light in vivid colors, scene after scene, flashing by within milliseconds.

He saw Jenova in her true form, Hojo, Lucrecia, Vincent, Glenn, Rosen, Genesis, Angeal, Zack, Lazard, Rufus Shinra, and hundreds of other faces. This older version was far more than just him, from eleven years in the future. The others were all within him. All the future versions of himself, up to the last one. The one who learned how to reverse it all. How to reject destiny and rewrite fate.

He saw the last one choose death. Saw him navigate the lifestream, in defiance of the will of the universe. He saw all those futures, folding back on themselves and collapsing, as each turning point was ignited, like a fuse burning down. And his was the stick of dynamite, that would blow it all sky-high.

The claws of these potential realities had caught hold of him, and began to tear at his mind and gouge his flesh. He was bleeding. Coming apart. Losing himself in them. They were so much stronger. So much older. He was only a child…

Then he saw Cloud Strife. Saw him in brilliant blue and gold. Saw him as a child and a young man. Saw him cold, hateful, cursing, silent, angry, grieving, helpless, pleading, terrified, wounded, full of worship and admiration, and always so achingly, heart-piercingly beautiful. In that sea of darkness and chaos, he was the only constant, shining like a pole star. Guiding him back to himself.

Sephiroth grasped onto Cloud and finally managed to drag himself back from the sea of memory. But living an entire potential lifetime in a matter of seconds, was no easy thing to withstand.

When he emerged, he fell to his knees, clutching his head and curling into himself, screaming hoarsely. A visceral roar of unfathomable, wordless agony, that cut through all the other clamor and noise, like a sawblade.

The riot gear-clad soldiers outside in the courtyard faltered, looking alarmed and confused. No one had reported that any…creatures had got loose, but everyone knew the rumors of what went on here. Their commander ordered them to hang back, while he radioed CQ for advice. These units had never fought monsters, after all, and were ill-equipped to do so.

Inside the manor, a little boy was crouched on the floor, sobbing amid the flames and wreckage. But he never cried, Sephiroth told himself, frantically trying to wipe away the tears, as they welled up and overflowed, streaming hot and unchecked down his waxen face.

Do you understand, now? Some wounds can never heal. Some wrongs can never be undone. We had to erase all of those years from existence. To rewrite them, from a blank page. To do that, each of us had to die, to go backward, to find the next anchor point, and transmit our purpose to the next self, before we ceased to exist. You are the last. You are all of us. You are the one who will move forward, into the unknown future.

“I am all of us,” Sephiroth repeated dazed and wavering. “I am all—”

He broke off and fell forward onto his hands, dry-heaving, spitting foamy saliva all over the sooty, debris-strewn floor. When the fit passed, he pushed himself back up, panting and pale, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I am…all of us,” he said weakly. Then again, with a little more energy, as he staggered to his feet, his voice growing louder and steadier with each repetition, drowning the others in his head. “I am all of us. I am all of us! But you are only parts of me! You are phantom limbs! Echoes of a future that no longer exists! You’ve given me our knowledge, now give me our strength! I will forge the path you all died to create! I will rewrite fate, once and for all!”

Ah…no longer a little fool, we see. As you wish. All the power we accumulated, till the day the last of us died, is now yours. Use it well.

A prickling electric sensation rushed through his body from head to toe. His mind cleared and his senses became hyper-acute. Time slowed in his perception, as his power surged and pulsed, making his hair float, like he was underwater.

His black wing burst from his back, shedding inky feathers and glimmering, purple sparks, as it unfurled majestically, behind him.

He held out his hand and the great blade Masamune appeared, keen and cold and bright. Bloodthirsty as ever (also a good deal longer than he was tall, in his juvenile form). In his other hand he gathered the darkness—the agony, bitterness, hatred and rage—from the earth itself, drawing it into a jet-black orb of whirling shadows, in his palm.

Just then, the beleaguered Shinra forces finally stormed the manor, with a cacophony of shouts, and the hurried thumping of heavy boots, on the wood floors. At least a hundred soldiers, all told, surrounded the one boy, with glowing red targeting lenses in their helmets, like mechanical spider-eyes, and automatic rifles raised and ready to kill.

“Asset, drop your weapon!” the commander shouted. “If you do not comply, we are authorized to use lethal force! Stand down, now!!”

Sephiroth turned his head, to look at the man, and the ring of soldiers took a few anxious steps back, in unison, widening the circle around the silver-haired child.

There was a tense beat, like an indrawn breath.

Sephiroth smiled.

The spinning orb of darkness detonated, with the force of an atomic bomb. The earth quaked and the sky trembled. The soldiers were obliterated, the manor walls exploded outward, and the roof was quite literally blown off. The spherical shockwave that followed, immediately after the flash, reduced most of the outer wings of the building to ruin.

The helicopters flying overhead were knocked away by the blast and went careening out of control, streaking through the sky like dizzy meteors, before they smashed into the ground and the outbuildings.

Amid the falling masonry and flying glass, in that hell of destruction and death, Sephiroth walked calmly on, to the pile of twisted metal that had been the bank of elevators. Tossing away the destroyed elevator car, he uncovered the shaft; a yawning pit, that lead to the belly of the beast.

More helicopters were inbound, as well as more armored transports, in the distance, carrying Shinra troops. Spotlights were shone on him. Voices amplified by bullhorns demanded his surrender. The one-winged angel ignored them and stepped into the elevator shaft, vanishing from their astounded sight.

He closed his eyes, freefalling into blind darkness, till the last second, when he flicked his wing to slow his descent. His boots touched down lightly, on the worn, rust-stained concrete. Black feathers fell around him, like nightmare snowflakes.

That way. This storage area leads to the secret archives, and then the laboratories. That’s where the old man is keeping our genetic material. We’re going to destroy it all.

“Vincent first,” Sephiroth growled, through his clenched teeth, as he waved his hand and blew a huge steel door open, with an echoing boom.

Of course. They’ll have him in that lab. If he’s not in the arena.

“Arena?”

He’s the worst of the abominations they created—well, aside from us. They use him to dispose of all the others.

Through the door was a narrow passage, which led to the secret archives hall. It was exactly as he’d seen it in their memory, only a lot less uprooted and tossed about. For a moment. Then a tempest of flames swallowed this room, and all the dirty secrets it contained, and the god of destruction moved on.

Next was a large, dirty, mostly empty area, that looked like it had been used to house vehicles or heavy machinery, at some point. On the other side, was a concrete wall, with a heavy, steel door, and a much larger, garage-style door in it. A lazy swing from Masamune, and both doors collapsed, along with the entire wall, cleanly sliced into a hundred geometric pieces.

Sephiroth stepped through the dust cloud into what looked like a Russian base from cold-war-era spy film. It was so comically dark and industrial and outdated, he could hardly believe it could really be in use. There were even exposed pipes all along the ceiling, some spitting out clouds of steam. At the intersection of three hallways, he paused, tilting his head to one side, as if listening to some distant noise.

Then his eyes ignited with green fire, and a venomous smile curled the corners of his perfect lips. “Ah. It seems I’m not the only monster, here.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY genesis: are you fucking serious? we came all this way and we only get a cameo?? genesis: SEPHIROTH YOU SPOTLIGHT STEALING BITCH YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS zack: i'm just happy to be included! thanks everyone! angeal: angeal: who the hell are you guys talking to?

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zeroducks-2 · 1 year

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tell us about the nasty Slade man from TT03

since you guys (and @exhausted-pigeon) asked, here's me talking about iconic Teen Titans 2003 Slade :D

Disclaimer right here. Unlike a lot of fortunate folks, I did not have Teen Titans available to watch back then (I really missed out, especially cause I was in my pre-teen years and that would have been The Perfect Show for me at that point). This means that I only got to watch tt03 recently, therefore these thoughts don't come from someone who holds the show dear as a childhood memory, and who fell in love with it a long time ago, who had their christening to DC stuff through that and yada yada.

I'll therefore discuss tt03 Slade without personal/emotional involvement, and keeping in mind that tt03 is indeed a show intended for a young audience. I'll be adding screenshots for poignancy, so it's going to be a pretty long post :)

End of disclaimer, now onto the good shit.

So, what to say about Slade. Fans have been calling him downright devious, the Teenagers Tormentor, A True Menace To Society, a master manipulator, and a child predator even if there's nothing *too* explicit being that this is a show for kids.

(not that kids being the target audience stopped them showing Slade sleeping with Tara in NTT back in the '80s, but that's a conversation for another time)

Do I think that any of this is true? The answer is essentially yes, I agree with all of the above.

Slade is a very fun character, and his presence dominates the scene every time he's on screen. He's a solid villain, one that feels truly threatening for the protagonists (and not like a forgettable bad guy who can be overpowered with The Power Of Friendship™), and he fits perfectly with the dynamic of the show. He will do the most ridiculous corny things, like materializing at random in a corner of a panoramic wheel cart, while the wheel is in motion, right when Terra and Beast Boy are about to kiss (just to ruin their night basically).

I tried to find a gif cause this scene is too funny but sadly I didn't manage.

But he will also (and mostly) do fucked up shit which people nowadays argue as not belonging in a kid show, like grooming teenagers and/or forcing them to work for him.

His design is also easily iconic, and he's huge in bulk compared to the tiny, slender kid protagonists, adding to the threatening vibe.

I mean look at that Raven's a mushroom compared to him

But he's not a monster - you know he's a human being while you're watching the show, whether you imagine an eyepatch and silver hair like comicbooks!Slade or you picture a completely different kind of face on him, you still know he's just a man... or is he.

The show subtly toys with the idea that Slade might not be human after all. His face is never shown - every single time one of the characters manages to overpower him and unmask him, they find out that they've been fighting against a robot.

This happens after a fight so violent Robin almost dies by falling off a building, and SLADE HIMSELF saves him - reason being more or less "I'm not done kicking your ass". Eventually Robin manages to overpower him, takes off his mask, and lo and behold:

Slade wasn't even there the whole time.

Also, he seems to live in some sort of lab filled with complicated tech and huge gears that spin into nothing. Does this man even need to sleep, eat or drink?

What is this place and how high is the rent

I love what he did with the huge gears it's so ambient

All of this contributes to the threatening, mysterious aura surrounding the character. Which at times can turn into outright terrifying despite the show being relatively lighthearted. Pretty soon the narrative manages to establish the fact that Slade is nearly impossible to beat, that he will do anything to bring down the protagonists (or bring them under his control), and that you can always expect the worst from him.

But the most interesting aspect to discuss is for most people the child predator vibes this character has from his first appearance throughout the entirety of the show. And to whoever says "you can't tell me that they didn't do this intentionally", well, consider two things

1 - Slade in the comicbooks did sleep with a 15yo, in order to use her to bring down the Titans. So like, the fact that he *might* sleep with kids isn't much of a far-fetched hypothesis and 2 - The way he acts goes beyond the average "well this is a kids show of course the villain will act in weird ways towards kids".

Let me expand a little on this second point. When the protagonist of a story is a kid, the villain that will try to hurt/kill them is not automatically a child predator or a child abuser, only because he hurts a kid. In the context of that story it makes sense that the villain will act as if the protag was an adult - the story was created with a young audience in mind, and if other characters treated the protag like a child it would break their immersion.

So is this the case with Slade? Well yes, but actually no. There obviously is a case of "he treats the characters like adults cause it's a kids show" but does he, really? Slade works with the fact that the characters are kids, therefore inexperienced and easy to manipulate. He also wants an apprentice, which necessarily has to be young. In Terra's case, he plays on her insecurities and her need for someone to teach her and guide her. And then there's the way the scenes are directed and the creepiness factor of just how this man interacts with these kids that rightfully puts him in the creep zone, regardless of what exactly the story will show in terms of explicit details.

For this to make more sense I need to make examples, so let's dive in a little deeper starting with Fans Favorite's ... *drumroll* ...

The Apprentice Arc

It starts out with Slade contacting the Titans to tell them that he planted a bomb in the city. Robin, who's already obsessing at the point of waking up drenched in sweat after nightmares where he and Slade beat the shit out of each other, snaps into action to retrieve the trigger of the bomb.

Tis Robin waking up in his "Pepe Silvia" room dedicated to Slade after a nightmare, for your viewing pleasure.

So off the kids go, and while Robin chases Slade, the rest of the team goes try and dismantle the bomb. Slade tosses Robin around for a while, and when Robin manages to grab the remote control, Slade reveals that this is not a remote control because there is no bomb at all - rather, the rest of the Titans have just gotten hit with a laser beam that infected them with nanomachines. Now Robin has to do Slade's bidding and become his apprentice; if he refuses, or disobeys, Slade will use a button to inflict pain and potentially kill the other Titans, thanks to those nanomachines.

These are said nanomachines attached to the Titans' blood cells, conveniently displayed in huge ass screens. I love this scene so much it's so SERIOUS and SO CORNY at the same time lmao.

What ensues is Robin being forced to become Slade's apprentice, dressed in a cute replica of Slade's own suit,

And meanwhile Slade tosses him around either for the funsies or because Robin dares do something he doesn't like. Explicitly saying that he wants Robin to call him "Master". Please go watch the scene, it's 7 seconds long but it conveys EVERYTHING. This mf calls Robin "good boy" in the most condescending way you can ever imagine. Here, click this, I promise you won't be disappointed.

Here's Slade beating up a child for your viewing pleasure.

So at some point Robin is ordered to infiltrate Wayne Enterprise. The Titans try to stop him, Slade pushes for him to fight them, but baby doesn't want to especially when Starfire refuses to engage him. Slade not only starts to torture them with the nanomachines, forcing Robin to shoot them, but when kiddo gets back to him he receives the ass-whooping of his life, followed by this scene:

Here Slade is basically saying "I'm going to put you in your place in a way that will stick", but the scene is conveniently cut by the arrival of the rest of the Titans.

Robin has the idea of infecting himself with the nanomachines, so now if Slade wants to kill them, he has to kill him too. And Slade... tosses away the button, discarding the nanomachines plan on the spot, because the point REALLY was having Robin as an apprentice. If he can't have him, then there's no point.

Then there's Terra's Arc in Season 2, which goes more or less like this:

The Titans meet Terra, a kid their age who's very strong (she can manipulate the earth) but can't perfectly control her own powers. She's very self-conscious about this and when Beast Boy finds out, she begs him not to tell anyone, which he promises.

Soon after she gets singled out by Slade, who corners her and starts poking and prodding about how weak she is, unable to control her powers, and how her "new friends" will soon find out and once they do, they will discard her.

Honestly the fact that he's so big and Terra's itty bitty teeny tiny really adds to the overall creepiness of this scene. They're blocked in a cave underground btw, and to hammer the point home Slade starts tossing her around until she completely freaks out and almost buries herself under the rubble.

Soon after that, Robin deduces by himself that Terra isn't in complete control of her powers, but Terra thinks that Beast Boy snitched on her after promising he wouldn't say anything. Hurt and betrayed she runs away, and guess who she runs to?

As far as I remember, the amount of time Terra spends with Slade is nondescript. But what she says is that he trained her, taught her to not be afraid of her own powers (which is true, she can control her powers now), and gave her a purpose and direction. She comes back and infiltrates the Titans, now being a well groomed little spy, but despite her efforts Slade keeps being abusive and beats the living hell out of her when she comes back to him after a failed mission. He can puppeteer her through the suit she's wearing, but at some point she manages to break free of his control and the arc ends tragically with Terra killing Slade, and herself.

Is this the end of it then? Nuh-huh. Here comes the

Whatever the fuck is happening to Robin Arc

So Slade is dead. But at some point during a fight, Robin starts seeing him and chasing him, getting a mild ass-whoop like he normally would. His teammates are obviously confused but they comply when Robin tells them to go defuse these bombs that Slade planted - only there are no bombs. And it looks like Robin is the only one who can even see Slade.

The situation escalates at the point of Robin having to be strapped to a bed because he was literally killing himself while "fighting Slade", despite being the only one who could see him. Slade himself is the one that frees him from the restraints, and keeps beating him within an inch of his life, at the point that Robin starts begging.

And here we have what's probably the most memorable line of the whole show: "I am the thing that keeps you up at night. I am the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind. I will never rest and neither will you."

What is happening here in theory is that Robin got dosed with toxic dust coming from Slade's mask, therefore he's seeing things and his brain is in so much stress that he might die from strain (he ends up saving himself by turning on the light). But taking into consideration what happened during the Apprentice arc, it's easy to see parallels with PTSD.

There is actually more. There's Slade being resurrected by Trigon and going rapey on Raven (you've seen the screenshot before) by tearing off her cape, and there's also an epic moment in which Slade goes to hell, WITH ROBIN'S HELP, to retrieve his own body and aid in the fight against Trigon. But I think my point already came across well enough:

Teen Titans 2003 Slade is a fucking creep, and compared to him, NTT Deathstroke is a sweet little lamb who wouldn't hurt a fly. Which is why it is so funny to me when people claim tt03 Slade is "better cause he never slept with a teenager" - Boy oh boy, you might have not seen it on screen but the subtext is clear as day.

This man has no moral code, no bounds (other than what the PG rating of the show will place on him) and not an ounce of humanity. I don't need to see no scene with half naked kids smoking cigarettes with only a bathrobe as clothing (like this one) to know what this man did.

#long post #Slade #teen titans 2003 #my asks #thank you for asking folks it was my pleasure to talk about this horrible horrible man #they don't make villains like these anymore #and to be honest they never did before #Slade is one of a kind

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3KCxW4/

Think you can do this also can in not be tedros. Also can it be like female reader and lesso were already dating

Have a nice day plz

Don't leave me

*Authors note~ I think this TikTok idea is such a good way of spreading awareness of these topics

Trigger warnings~ sexual assault

Prompt~ see ask^^^

Your girlfriend was known to be busy. It was no surprise really that during school days the most you saw of her was at the end of the day. You didn't mind too much, you filled the time with other things you enjoyed, spending some time with Sophie and Agatha, in the library or studying. You were never short of things to do which helped make the time fly. You always looked forward to coming back to snuggle in bed with your girlfriend. Being the librarian for The Schools For Good And Evil definitely had perks, you knew that above all else Leonora would keep you safe and well.

Recently, Leonora had been extremely busy, her Never students causing more issues than Lesso would've liked. After all since the merge the students had to learn new boundaries it made punishments and rules all need to be changed too. Most of that didn't really affect you in the slightest but the fact it was stressing your Leo out made it something you desired to change for her.

It was late one Friday evening as you were getting ready to leave the library when you noticed a student enter. Noticing the uniform, you knew it was a never and the thought of turning them away and ruining what looked to be like some progress you just pottered around letting the student explore what was most likely somewhere they've never been to. You couldn't way to go and tell your girlfriend one of her students was actually in the library. If only you knew. The teen made their way over to you. Of course you thought they were going to ask for help to find someone, that's the logical reason that anyone would assume.

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He came out of nowhere, catching you completely off guard. You were powerless against this hooded figure, since when did they put a hood up? They physically overpowered you and you truly didn't know what you could do to get away from the body. Your body shook with fear but adrenaline began to kick in as his hands wondered over your clothed body. They had no interest in your face, truly just out for your body, so much so that they continued to try and turn your head away from them. That's how you got away.

Just as he was about to removed your top you lifted your knee to his Crown Jewels and took the opportunity to run to your safety. Your lungs constricted painfully as your body struggled to achieve a normal breathing rate. You continued to run away from the library until you ran straight to your girlfriends office.

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Immediately as soon as you entered the office you collided with a warm body and the panic settled in. "Sweetheart? What's going on?" Lesso murmured confused. "He tried- tried to- to touch me" you sobbed out in a panic, struggling for air. Without batting an eye lid she muttered, "I'll kill him!" The angsty flaring in her now darkened irises. "No, no! Please don't go! Don't go, don't leave me!" You sobbed collapsing against her body, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. "Shhh sweetheart, I'm here. I won't leave. I'm here and your safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Can you breathe with me love?"

It took time but you eventually calmed down in her arms, exhaustion taking over your body as you snuggled closer to your safe place. Just as you were about to give in to sleep, you heard your girlfriend murmur, "I don't know who he is but I'll find him sweetheart and I'll kill him. No one hurts my precious girl and loves to tell the tale to anyone. Leonora would make side of that without a doubt.

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blazestar0525 · 6 months

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Small Pokemon Rant

Okay so I was finishing up the DLC and I wanted to say my honest option and reactions to the DLC.

Okay first off, Kieran says that the player was stronger than him and want to surpass them? Im sorry but dearie you nearly swept me with your team if I didnt have to use max potions and my one max revive in the bag! Legit my team consisted of Meowscarada, Skeledirge, The shiny Lucario from a gift code, Ogerpon (I didn't send her out, because I forgot to switch her out for the battle and I didnt want her to fight especially against Kieran!), Chein-Po, and Miraidon and let me tell you this! My team was all near level 95 and the only level 100's I have is Meowscarada & Skeledirge. And Kieran casually knocked out every single pokemon on my team that was sent on the field and at the end of the battle Meowscarada, Skeledirge, Lucario, and Chein-Po were all knocked out while Miradion was in the red! Ogrepon was the only one at full health since she didnt fight and I had to max revive my Skeledirge in order to beat him!

Kieran is selling himself short because he managed to take down my frankly overpowered team that I trained to max out both attack and defense stats and consisted of mostly legendary/mythical pokemon! If that isn't strong then I dont know what is!

Kieran is strong but he sells himself short since during the DLC he would only see himself as a strong trainer if he beaten the player. I think he was too caught up in that to realize he was strong since the beginning! He was too caught up into 'being like the player' that he failed to realize that he's his own person and his own trainer which leads to him underestimating his strength.

Heck even when I played part one when I was doing the last battle with him during the DLC and I nearly lost since I only had 5 pokemon on the team and I was not using my usual team since my team was really overpowered so I wanted to use lower level ones.... that was the biggest mistake! If I didnt have my Meowscarada in the team I would have lost.

This in my head, shows that Kieran is a strong trainer ever since we met him. I think that we only beat him was because we had more experience. It wasn't the terms of strength but instead it was more about experience in a way. If you beat the entire main game before playing the DLC, its clear that there's almost like a experience gap since the player had: beat the league, beat 5 Titian pokemon, went to Area Zero, went through life and death experience, but mostly because they fought hard opponents that no regular trainer would fight against.

Now im not saying Kieran is a weak trainer because he isn't! I just see it as since Paldea is a place where it provided a challenge so when they went to Kitakami, it felt like everything was easier for them due to Area Zero.

In my head the player was just stronger because of the trauma of Area Zero and the Titian pokemon which in my head has their brains programed to think outside the box and be required to be stronger in order to beat pokemon that the world isn't aware about besides Arven, Penny, Nemona, Turo/Sada, The elite 4, and Geeta.

Kieran is a strong trainer, in my opinion more stronger then a regular trainer but I feel like he shields that talent since he is the younger sibling and because of Carmine's constant verbal abuse towards him although it isn't fully intentional on her part (in Carmine's head) it still affects him and makes him believe he's the weaker sibling where he isn't! His team can frankly overpower Carmine's team in my opinion.

Remember most of these trainers: Penny, Nemona, Arven, the Player, Carmine, and Kieran are just kids/teens! But a few of them after some experiences in their lives it's clear that there's always an outside factor that affects them which physiologically affects them which then in my head affects how they look on battling and how they view their strength.

But I'll tell you one thing, one: that this game left me and mostly my pokemon Violet oc: Ava even more traumatized after the event of Area Zero and two: Im rewriting the entire DLC to have some form of a 'good ending' and more fluff moments between Kieran and the player since it's clear that they have some type of chemistry! If the Applin doesn't say anything...

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Will you ever write that dp x tfrb fic? The one with the cody/danny? Cause the idea is genius...the pairing is so cute, two disaster teens lol

When would Danny get to GR? The dude is so damn overpowered that its hilarious, even if he holds back, so imagine the Burns faces when they watch him lift the boys ship with a single hand and the brat says "oh, this? This weighs like a bunch of grapes lol". And when he tells them all his adventures and that he defeated the ghost version of Unicron on steroids and several minor deities.

What do you think of the "kid is next in the line for the throne by right of conquest because he made old peepaw Dark go to sleep once again"?

Some hc of the cody/danny ship? As in, actual couple hc. Who does what and all that stuff...

Good question!

I’m writing the second chapter actually! The first chapter is being edited, I hope to post it on AO3 with my other fics by the end of the week! Hopefully that comes into fruition, if not, then within this month.

I can’t say much on when or how Danny gets to GR. All I can say though, is that it happens in the first chapter. Danny and Cody meet in the first chapter too and mysteries are put in place.

Pttt! Peepaw Dark is a great name! Gold stars! 🌟🌟🌟

I am going to go the Ghost King route, but I won’t go into detail on how. ;3

Danny is an overpowered boy with great humor. But man, he can be such a dork with cringe fail action. Cody is definitely the most mature out of the two, but not by much. He tends to create trouble by his wants and actions when he doesn’t think things through. The Trash-compacter episode comes to mind. Danny does similar stuff.

They’re both nerds, have older red headed siblings, work as heroes, have some sort of relevant connections to royalty and pirates, fight machines, fight ghosts or ghost adjacent stuff, and both have friend(s) who are knowledgeable in things they’re not. The list can go on.

With that dynamic into perspective, here are my cute romantic hcs:

Danny, as Phantom, would often call Cody, “Boy Scout.” But as Danny, he would call Cody, “Codes.” Even before they get together, he calls Cody these names as a way to separate his ghost side from his living side. It doesn’t work, however. Because Cody would be like, “Hang on, how do you know I was as a scout? I don’t wear my sash everywhere I go… Wait, I recognize that hair cut!” Cody would notice that Danny is Phantom almost immediately. But he wouldn’t say anything and just roll with it. He’s seen some weird stuff, this wouldn’t be any different. Danny would also call Cody his Guardian Angel or Psychopomp due to how they met as a little inside joke. But the joke becomes real. The irony of the protecter spirit actually having a protector is funny to me. But this would go both ways.

Cody would a hundred and ten percent believe that Danny is an alien before finding out he’s a ghost. The entire Burns Family and the Docs would believe that as well. Even The Bots would think he’s some strange shifter species from space like them. Danny just happens to either be half alien, or an alien who grew up with human culture, those types of theories. So they brush off obvious signs of ghostly activity for a while. But Cody would be the first to know via Danny telling him. The angst would be obvious.

And just like Cody being the first to know, he would also be the first to gain feelings for Danny before Danny catches feelings for him. It’s a slow build, but he notices them and develops his first crush. He would act all shy, stutter occasionally, and doze off with a dreamy expression.

He would constantly think Danny’s eyes are brighter then Energon, would want to comb through his hair, and go on hikes to the top of GR and watch the stars with him. Heck, he would find a way to the stars with Frankie’s help.

His siblings would notice this immediately, since their love lives have been active since the dawn of time, especially Kade’s. And they would both get nervous and excited. The Bots would look on in confusion, but realize Cody is having feelings, and also get excited.

But hey! Cody’s the baby, so there will be plenty of, “Gah! No! Not the baby! He’s going through puberty! He’s gaining a crush! Oh the humanity! They grow up to fast! What do we do?” \TAT/

The Docs, Frankie, and Mr. Burns would be the only few to handle this with any form of maturity.

Danny would be slower in catching on. But he develops feeling not too long after Cody.

He would stutter too, doze off, but would still give Cody various pet names. However, where in the beginning he said certain names more sparingly, now he’s saying them ever time they hang out. Names like Angel, My Guardian, Soul Mate (I explained why in my last ask, but it’s because they have similar shoes but inverted), Sunlight, Capella, Aviator, the list goes on.

Danny would ask for hugs more often, and help around whenever he sees Cody doing something like cooking and junk. At first, he would ask if Cody needs help, but eventually he just does stuff with Cody without asking first. They get into a grove, chat, and be done with cleaning or fixing something very quickly.

Danny would start to make fudge, to, and give it to Cody as a gift. He would even tinker around and make machines to gift to Cody, like a mini telescope, a compass that looks old but is too advanced for any government to use, and various other items.

I want to say more, but I’m going to cap it off here. The want to speak is dwarfed by my want to show it all in the story.

Thanks for the ask! <3

Update there is now a fic!

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