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rafecameronsgun · 2 months

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Rafe bullies you since 9th grade,but he never took it far until now. Its your last year of school. He literally destroyed ur school days. For example when he locked you in the dressing room before PE,or when he grabbed your tits in front of everyone and told you to wear push up-bras.He made you anxious, not being able to look at anyone because they all just laugh at you and think you are ridiculous because of all the gossip Rafe told them about you.

You and Rafe both got kicked off Mrs Grace’s math lesson because of arguing and making a show.

DARK!Rafe

-Why can't you finally get off of me?-the sea of emotions burst out of you when you both stepped out into the corridor.

Rafe makes a bored face at your whining and then grabs your hand and drags you to the empty dining hall not far from the abandoned classroom.

- Listen to me! - he pushes you and you fall to the ground. His middle parted hair hangs loosely in his eyes as he bends down to talk to you.

-You are nothing, just an ugly bitch with whom I can play as I please, take everything I do to you or try to fight back and see what happens.

You push yourself up on the ground into a sitting position. You close your eyes and speak with a trembling voice.

-What do I have to do for you to finally leave me alone?

Rafe laughs.

-Oh, I don't think there's anything you can do to make me leave you alone. Your pathetic existence revolves around people like me and I'm just bored to play with you for as long as I want.

You place yourself on your knee and it is extremely pathetic that you are about to beg for him.

- Please, please, I can't go home one more time and cry myself to sleep because you embarrass me all day! I leave school every morning with anxiety, I don't want to spend the last year of school like this!

Rafe laughs loudly at your dramatic speech and his blue eyes darken as he unbuttons his khaki pants with a dark smirk.

- If you suck me well enough, maybe I'll let go of you.

You swallow and even though you knew that Rafe Cameron is evil incarnate, that he can do anything just to have power over someone, but you didn't think that he could really go that far. Since you're already on your knees, you don't have much to do except to take his huge cock.

Desire and passion tower in dark colors in his beautiful blue eyes. He smooths your hair back with his big, strong hands and grabs it in a ponytail.

- Do what I asked, you dirty Pogue!

You close your eyes and force yourself to move forward. You've never done this to anyone before, so you're disgusted by the strange smell that hits your nose. You open your mouth as if you're about to eat and take the red tip first. You taste it, suck it, which makes Rafe moan quietly.

-Enough teasing, now suck it!-he grits between his teeth

You push your mouth forward, only until it is not uncomfortable. When you feel him filling your mouth completely, you pull back a little, but Rafe grabs your hair and pulls your head back to look up at him.

- You are not pleasing yourself,you are pleasing me!

And with one movement he swings his hips forward and pushes his cock down your throat and when tears start to form in your eyes, he stops. For another 5 seconds

he won't let you go until the first tear rolls down your face and then he' pulls it out.

He groans and tugs at your hair, pulling you up from the ground.

-You're an useless little bitch-he hisses as he presses your face against one of the dining tables. He pulls off your short skirt along with your panties and spreads your legs with his knees. One of his hands firmly presses your face to the table and the other lands on your ass with a loud snap. You shudder and shiver from the sudden impact. Then he do it again and again. You feel awfully pathetic for enjoying this, your pussy wet. You moan loud from the last slap, because it hits your pussy straight. Rafe laughs darkly and with a sudden movement he enters your body. You grunt and youre glad that he doesn't see how my eyes roll 360 degrees.

-Damn it!-he giggles as he begins to pick up a rhythm. Your legs are so far apart that you can't even close because of Rafe's body pressing into your cunt, his dick touches that certain sweet spot in you. You scream, your walls tighten around him and his fingers gently start to play with your clit to please you even more.

-Rafe!-you gasp-I can't take it...too much!-you almost cry from the excessive dose of released endorphins and dopamine.

-ENOUGH!

Rafe smirks and thrusts all the way in, not moving his hips as his dick is fully inside you,filling you.His hand starts to circle your clit faster, until your legs are shaking. Now you're really crying and you can't hold it in any longer, you're moaning around his dick accompanied by a huge scream.

-Take it, take it, you little whore...-Rafe groans as he chases his orgasm. After a few seconds, he pulls it out and squirts it on your lower back. The hot liquid flows down your ass. He slaps both of your ass cheeks one last time and pulls up his pants. His cum drying on your skin as you are still here,trying to catch your breath.

-You're a filthy pogue slut, don't expect me to give the luxury of respecting you. - he says in a hoarse voice.

Before I can react, the principal's voice comes from the school radio.

-Mr. Cameron and Mrs. (your name) come to the office immediately!

Oh, what trouble you've gotten yourself into!

@rafescokewhore @rafeandonlyrafe @rafeinterlude @sadfury @drewsbebe @starkeyisthelastname @urfavcameron

@xxbutdaddyilovehimxx

#outer banks #rafe cameron #smut #outerbanks #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron smut #school #school bullying #school romance #fuuuck

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Toji would definitely baby trap the person he’s obsessed with. Not just because he’ll equate baby with them staying and loving him; but also because he needs a place to stay sometimes and better place to eat and sleep than at your baby mama’s? Sure he poked holes in the condom but he also got the good cup o ramen during pregnancy cravings

Yandere Toji Fushiguro babytrapping reader

Yes but it all fun and games until baby mama starts stressing tf out. She gotta do a job, pay bills, feed not 1 but 2 babies (yes, Toji, I'm talking about you.) Not to mention, her hormones are all out of place, morning sickness and her body is going through some permanent changes. And what's Toji doing? He leaves after having breakfast, saying that he gonna try to find some job and he'll be back before dinner. In reality, he's out either doing bounty hunting or working as a hitman. He thought living with you was good because it gave him a cover, and he thought you were doing pretty good for yourself.

That is until he walked in on you, tied to a chair as two men held you hostage. Toji will never forget the image of you looking completely petrified, tears and sweat covering you, and the gun aimed at your baby bump.

"Y/n." Toji looked at you, ever so calm. "Look at me, it's gonna be okay. I'm not gonna let them hurt you, so take deep breaths with me, okay? 1, 2-" and with that, Toji threw knifes at their heads, killing the men instantly. "-3." He said softly, walking over to you and bending down to untie you.

You looked at him in fear and shock at what you had just witnessed. But Toji just rubbed your wrists gently.

"I'll explain everything. But first, let's get some food in you, hm?" He said, kissing your cheek before pulling you out of your apartment, discreetly sending a text to someone to "clean" your place.

Ever since that night, Toji has been a completely different person to you. Once he told you who he was and what he did for a living, and explained in detail why you can't leave him for some time because he has a lot of enemies, he had you move to his place.

His place? A whole ass lavish penthouse. He told you that he's gonna take care of you from now on, and he really did mean that.

But you didn't know that it meant throwing your old life away forever. He made you quit your job, never leave his house without him, and then told you "you should stop using your phone and laptop so much. The radiations aren't good for the baby." He confiscated all of your electronic devices, so pretty much all contact to the outside world was cut. He did give you a special phone that had his number in it only, for emergencies- which really turned out to be either Toji video calling you to see you and the baby bump, or you calling him to complain about being all out of cup ramen.

Despite him being a literal assassin, he still kept his cool, suave, laid back behaviour with you. He joked around, cooked cup ramen in the best way that you never could, massaged your feet and helped you to bathe, you still couldn't agree on raising your child around a killer.

Then again, it's not like you could run away from him. Like, you can't outrun him bu waddling around at turtle speed. Even if you could, he has cameras around the house and locks on the doors. And even if you did get out of the house, it's not like he wouldn't be able to find you within the next hour or so. All that would lead to is Toji carrying you back to the house and giving you a stern talking to as he forced water and prenatal vitamins down your throat. This is the only time he's mean though, calls you "stupid for endangering our child because you don't understand that it's safer for you both inside!" as he dips your swollen feet in warm water.

And coupled with your pregnancy hormones and his manipulation skills, it isn't long before you're sobbing and apologising because you think nobody will ever love and care about you as much as he does. So now, Toji has to give you cuddles and affection to reassure you he won't leave you.

Toji won't leave you, not when he has already bought a new home with rooms for you, your baby and all of your future kids (he wants 4 more).

Yeah... you're trapped in ways you don't even know.

#yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Afternoon Bedrest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob’s definitely not feeling good after a week and a half away from home. Lucky for him, he’s got the best caretaker in the world.....you

You sat out on the porch, the sun shining high in the sky, listening to the waves crashing on the beach and the click of your knitting needles repeating like a typewriter. You heard a truck pulling up just mere minutes later, the little black kitten springing forth from your yarn basket before you caught him in time.

“Oh no,” you warned him, lifting him right into your lap. “No you don’t. You’re waiting until the man of the house gets up here.”

You watched as Bob made his way up the short walk, but quickly noticed he was without that usual happy spring in his step that never seemed to leave him. He looked tired, almost zombielike and a little pale. “Bobby?” you called to him, doing your best to restrain the kitten in your hands.

Bob hobbled up the stairs, wincing a little bit. “Talk to me Bob,” you told him. “What’s wrong?”

“Got bad stomach cramps,” he groaned.

“Here, let’s get you into the house,” you told him.

You guided him in before carefully setting the kitten right on the cat tower. Tank tried to jump up on Bob, but one light tap on the nose told the burly Rottweiler that this was neither the time nor the place.

You led Bob right into your shared bedroom, helping him into the bed and stroking his hair. “What happened?” you asked him, placing a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

“We were out on a training exercise,” Bob explained sleepily. “Desert survival.”

“Did you eat something?”

Bob nodded as you carefully removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “Nothing but MREs.”

“Oh,” you said. “I see. And what exactly was in them?”

“Cheese.”

You bit your lip, quickly biting back a laugh that threatened to get out. You knew, from years of experience, what it meant when someone ate the cheese in the MRE packets.

“Ok,” you said with a smile. “Lie on your back and I’ll get in with you.”

Bob grimaced as he scooted over, a bolt of pain shooting through him, only receding when he was able to relax on his side of the bed again. ”Mind if I um...?”

The pleading look on Bob’s face said otherwise.

“Bob, sweetie, it’s just a check for appendicitis.”

He whimpered reluctantly as he stripped off his t-shirt and laid flat on his back. Maybe it was a slight chill in the room, but Bob shivered when he felt your warm hands rubbing along his lower belly. He didn’t realize either that your touching had nearly put him to sleep, leaving one arm draped lazily across his eyes.

“You’re full of shit,” you chuckled.

“C’mon baby, I’m in pain,” Bob groaned. “I don’t need this right now.”

“No, you’re literally full of shit,” you explained. “How long were you eating that MRE mac’n’cheese for?”

“Bout ten days?”

“Oh my God,” you blurted out. “Bob, seriously?”

“It was the only thing that tasted halfway decent.”

You smiled and shook your head before kissing both of his cheeks which were warmer than hell. “I’ll take you to the doctor later.”

“No, no baby,” Bob pleaded. “No doctor.”

“Bob, if we don’t get this fixed you’re gonna wind up with an obstruction and will probably have to have surgery.”

Bob finally gave in at the mere thought of it, letting you do the work and forcing himself to relax. It wasn’t easy just laying there while your fingertips massaged his abdomen, but after a while, Bob started growing sleepier than he had before.

“Thank you baby,” Bob murmured. “I love you.”

“I love you too Bob,” you answered. “I always will.”

You kissed his stomach before crawling back in beside him and resting your head on his chest as his arms coiled around you. He kissed the crown of your head before the two of you fell asleep, completely oblivious to the world around you and deeply comforted by the closeness you felt with each other.

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The base was busy as ever with pilots coming and going, taking off and landing for training, yet the rest of the Daggers found themselves heading for the hangar to help the new recruits with their own training.

Phoenix noticed Bob heading up to the hangar, lively as ever and eager to get to work. “You’re real happy this morning,” she remarked.

“Never slept so good in my life,” Bob said happily as he sauntered off to go and put his things away in the lockers.

Phoenix raised an eyebrow and felt her phone vibrating in her pocket a moment later. She pulled it out to find a message from you splayed across the front.

Phoenix: Bob’s real happy this morning. Last I saw, he looked like a zombie stumbling to the truck

You: Gave him a little TLC last night after he got home. He’s definitely feeling better

Phoenix: That’s great! Glad to hear!

You: Yeah, the only thing though is I’ve gone through at least ten cans of Febreeze in the last half hour or so. Our bathroom could pass for a demilitarized zone

A loud laugh flew from Phoenix’s throat the minute she saw your message and the photos of you wearing a gas mask that Bob’s grandfather had used in Korea. “What?” Bob asked. “What’s so funny?”

“Look what (y/n) just sent me!”

Bob looked at the pictures and turned beet red. “Phoenix if this goes viral.....”

“Oh believe me we’re gonna give you so much grief for this one,” she laughed.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #natasha phoenix trace #dagger squad

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lesbianalanwake · 6 months

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Scratch is still a distinct entity from Alan. I think the Dark Presence has just found too good of a host and has itself gotten stuck - it tries to use Alan to escape, tries to leap into Casey, but Alan is able to draw it back in, and its temporary escape is colored by Alan's life and perspective, its own will wrenched into a different form by Alan's, even more pronounced than the fight over the narrative was in the first game.

It tries to escape, and Alan reels it back it. Alan tries to escape, and the Dark Presence reels him back in. Ad infinitum.

The entity called Scratch is Alan and the Dark Presence both, where they collide and get lost in and overwhelm each other. He's not just Alan's "dark side" - I think that's too literal and simplistic an interpretation, after Control very much established that beings and forces exist beyond us and beyond our reality, and when these games tend to put layers upon layers into any one thing.

I was struck by just how much of himself Alan has retained in the second game, despite everything. Even as he and the Dark Presence draw closer and closer together, taking on the appearance of the other, there's a stark difference between them still. And that difference illuminates (hah) the thread of similarity between them that has bound them together so tightly - the sheer, visceral desperation to escape, which the Dark Presence has been trying to do before Alan, before Zane, before Jagger.

The first game implies that the Dark Presence has existed for an unknown amount of time and has been trapped within the Dark Place for a very long time. Maybe it wasn't always a rageful, hateful being - isolation in the dark will do funny things to one's head, and desperation will do a number on you. (Which we see in Alan. Which is mirrored in Scratch, in the Dark Presence.)

The slidescape from which Hedron, Polaris, and the Hiss come, that Jesse calls "Hand," is desolate and empty, nothing but red sand and five pillars that Darling describes as being like outstretched fingers. I think Dark-Presence-as-Jagger is just one of those fingers reaching up from the lake, a crude imitation wearing a long-gone face to pull at the strings of Zane's grief. I think Scratch in American Nightmare is another one of those fingers, living darkness once again trying to breach reality but never quite managing to break the surface, an exaggerated parody wearing dark rumors made flesh for a skinsuit. And Scratch in AW2 is all of those fingers, the Dark Presence wearing Alan like a glove, only to find that when it breaches the surface at last, it can't take that glove off anymore.

The "Drowning" video in the Writer's Journey is one of the most brutal things to listen to in the game, and one of the clearest representations of the game as a whole, despite how incoherent it is. Thanks to some lovely voice work by Matthew Porretta, you can hear the switch from Alan to Scratch. You can hear them mirroring each other, and you can hear where the Dark Presence sounds just as despairing as Alan, even though the last several lines of the monologue don't actually leave Scratch's perspective. When it takes over, it's speaking to Alan, speaking from his perspective, speaking from it's own perspective, and Alan is speaking through it, all at once, and it gradually gets more unhinged and incoherent and despairing. I will highlight it with some thematic coloring.

I'm lost. I'm lost in the dark. Drowning. I'm drowning. I'm drowning. No way out. There's no way out. Sinking deeper. Deeper and deeper. This is hell. I'm in hell. I died. I wish I was dead. Let me die. I just want to sleep. Please let me sleep. I'm so tired. I just want to go home. I've written so much. I write and I write. There's nothing left. It's all gone. I don't know how to write. All the words are gone. There's no more words. Where did they go? Did I eat the words? I don't recognize these words anymore. Are the words moving? This is familiar. Why is this familiar? I've been here before. Have I said this before? I've read this somewhere. Where am I? Who am I? Alan Wake? Wake? That's a strange name. A. Wake. That sounds like a character's name. Did I write the name up, did I make that name up? I don't want to be a character. I don't want to be in this story. Just write me out of this story. Ram these words down your throat. Make you choke on these words. I know the words. Secret words. You can't take the words. I eat the words. These are my words! Stop using the words! The words! Cult of the Word! This isn't your story. It never was your story. The story is a monster. The story will eat you alive. The darkness is coming! The darkness inside. This is my story! You're in my story! Get out of my story! You are a character in my story! You can't stop the story. This story will go on forever. There's no escape! You will never escape! You will drown here. You're stuck in a loop. You don't have a clue. You're lost. You lost the plot. I'll show you.

The Dark Presence is stuck. It's been stuck, been drowning, for a very long time, and now it's irrevocably tied itself to Alan. It can't get away from him, anymore than he can get away from it.

The end of the loop that we play through is a recognition of that, so perhaps later steps in the spiral will be steps to reintegrate Alan with pieces of himself that have gotten scattered - the pieces in Scratch, the pieces in whatever the hell "Zane" is. Maybe even steps to reintegrate the Dark Presence with its own lost pieces - the pieces in Scratch, the pieces scattered within and corrupting the Dark Place, the pieces in the light? I don't think either of them will be able to truly breach the surface and escape a neverending death by drowning without that.

While playing AW2, part of my brain became fully convinced that the "dark" and the "light" used to be a whole being that shattered and split at some point, and the "fight" alluded to in the first game and in American Nightmare was simply failed reintegration, over and over again. Because we see the Dark Presence splinter (into itself and Jagger and and Scratch and Alan), and we see the light / the "Bright Presence" splinter into almost nothing of itself anymore ("until nothing remains," into Zane and Alan), and we see that there's still a unity in that fracturing and dissolving (Alan and Scratch and "Zane" all having the same face).

We see that there's a light in Alice now - a photographer capturing light on a canvas, delivering a light switch through a shoebox, speaking cryptically across videos and phone lines. She's slipped into the role that light plays in the story, that Zane used to play, illuminating and guiding Alan up and down a spiraling path.

So maybe reintegration and unification is waiting somewhere down the road - Scratch and Alan, Alan and Alice, the memories and pieces of self that Alan and Alice have lost in the darkness, the "Dark" and "Bright" Presence, the dark and the light, constantly circling and never quite reaching each other until at last the branching spiral path reaches its end.

#so here's how the dark presence can be rehabilitated -sam lake as alex casey comes out from behind a curtain and shoots me dead-#anyway. finally managed to write something a bit coherent #alan wake 2 #f: alan wake #remedy posting #*posts

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unsentlettersforpalestine · 21 days

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Sunday, April 7, 2024

What a privilege it is to be able to eat sahur and iftar every single day because unlike Palestinians, we have more than enough of foods and drinks at our fingertips. Never in a moment did we ever experience what being starved to death feels like and yet some of us are still occasionally complaining how "boring" our meals are, that we feel unsatisfied with what's available on the table and desperately want to try out that newest restaurant, and that we hardly ever feel grateful for what we have. Palestinians are literally dying because as the direct result of forced starvation imposed by Israshit and here some of our dustbins are filled with wasted foods.

What a privilege it is to clean a classroom/house made dirty by healthy kids playing, because unlike Palestinians, we have no single clue what it feels like to see children being blown up into pieces after their house getting bombed by Israshit. We get frustrated hearing kids screaming and crying but those Palestinian mothers are wishing their kids were still alive so that they can hear their voices one more time. We yell at our kids for playing and making a mess 24/7 and those Palestinian mothers are weeping buckets of tears because they know their kids that have been killed can never go back and play together with them again.

What a privilege it is to do piles of laundry because we have a plethora of clean clothes to wear every day. Some Palestinians don't even have enough and proper clothes to protect them from winter and yet here, some of us feel unsatisfied and we wish we can buy some more clothes because of social media influence despite the fact that we have a wardrobe (or two or three) wardrobe filled with miscellaneous skirts, t-shirts, pants, dresses, veils and so forth. We never feel enough, we always want more and more and more.

What a privilege it is to be able to taste the sweetness of education. Our kids are able to school every single day and we can learn things on our own from the internet but what about Palestinians? Their schools and universities have been turned into dust by Israshit and they definitely can't pursue their formal education anymore. But you know what, irrespective of what all they've lost, they never give up. The other day I watched a video in which an old woman patiently teaching Gazan kids how to read in a fucking tent. If during the genocide Palestinians still have the spirit and determination to teach and study, then what excuse do we have to not keep trying to educate ourselves and other people about Palestinian cause?

What a privilege it is to have a cozy bed and sleep soundly in our safe home because unlike Palestinians, we don't have the fear of the freaking bombs being poured down from the sky and getting crushed by the rubble of our homes. We are safe, but Palestinians have to constantly live with the fear of being shot at, slaughtered, killed, bombed, kidnapped, tortured and any other atrocities you can think of. We are safe and we have all we need, but we haven't been able to be a good ally for Palestinians and be consistent in doing the things that need to be done for Palestinians.

Why? Why don't you try harder and harder to spread awareness? Why don't you want to ask more questions and learn more about Palestine? Why don't you want to be all in and support Palestinians in any shape or form? Why can't you spur yourself into doing more? You know you can be better than that but what's stopping you? Why can't you write things about Palestine regularly? Why are you afraid of speaking up? Why don't you put in the effort to try to reach and educate more people? You know in order to help Palestinians reach liberation we need to be united and do things collectively in a sustainable way, so tell me, why don't you try to braver and speak more and more and moreeee? Why can't you confront those people who remain silent and indifferent about a fucking genocide against your own people? Why after all this time you still get distracted easily? Why can't you be focused and give your all for this noble cause? Why? Why? Why?

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thatbxolivia · 2 months

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daddy!vader headcanons

agere!!

in this he wasn’t burned from the neck up but still everything else happened. @ me idc

also this is nothing like actual canon vader so 🤷‍♀️

* similar in how he treats you when he was anakin

* may not be able to play with you as much as he likes, both from his busy schedule and because of his physical pain. doesn’t mean he loves you any less, if anything his love for you has grown with your acceptance of him.

* favorite thing to do with you is just sit by you while you sleep. he’s always in the suit practically and doesn’t sleep himself, so the least he can do is sit by you and make sure you have good dreams through the force. uses this time to meditate for himself as well. it brings you peace and comfort waking up to your daddy right next to you every time.

* trained using his new hands to be able to braid your hair. he knows you like the hairstyle and doing your hair for you is a simple yet intimate thing he can do for you.

* simple and intimate. that’s basically the entire relationship. he makes sure you’re always surrounded by softness and ease and loves you for you.

* you get whatever you want. he has so much money and uses literally NONE of it on himself.

* any toy you want is yours. you get all the best clothes. you even have a small pet loth cat he got just for you. his name is peanut and you love him very much and honestly, so does your daddy, even if he’ll never admit it. he’ll cuddle into his lap whenever daddy sits and watches over you while you sleep. your two favorite guys 🥰.

* you have your own room which is a stark difference to the rest of the castle. covered in rugs and blankets and soft colors, a complete difference to your daddy’s usual all black aesthetic.

* he can’t give you baths anymore because he can’t get his limbs or suit wet, but he will help you in and dry you off and stay with you the entire bath, talking you through bathing yourself if you’re really small.

* you have your duck robe from when he was anakin, it was your favorite and he went back to your old shared apartment on coruscant just to get it for you. because another wouldn’t do. you wanted that one specifically.

* when he’s in his tank, you sit by him and talk. even if he can’t reply, the company helps. knowing you’re there, it’s all he needs.

* you have another house to escape to on Naboo. lots of open land and a lake near by, and peanut LOVES it. the two of you will play outside while your daddy watches, his heart full.

* will take off his helmet for short amounts of time because he can, and sing very softly to you to help you fall asleep. he always had a good voice, and while his voice isn’t nearly as strong as before, he still whispers the lyrics to you and lulls you to sleep every night. he’d do anything for you. there’s no destination far enough and no grave deep enough to keep him from crawling home to you.

* loves to wrap you in a blanket and snuggle you into his lap while the two of you are in his chamber, he knows it can get cold. there he can be without his helmet for longer. this is also where he eats and he’ll feed you as well.

* allows you to go out when you want to do adult stuff so long as you tell him where you’re going and take guards with you from his legion. you’re actually nice to them, unlike how your daddy usually is, so they don’t mind being on what’s practically babysitting duty.

* you love going on vacations with him. your favorite place to go is Hoth because of the snow. again, like in the chamber, he’ll bundle you up and sit you in his lap while you babble about your favorite things on the planet.

* the only ones who know about your regression are him, the guards, and some of the inquisitors. they’re not mean to you but they’re not really nice, either. just polite and kind of indifferent, just enough to not get into trouble with your daddy. the one inquisitor you actually like is kol, the grand inquisitor. you knew him when he was a temple guard before the war. he would watch you occasionally then. he is still your current first choice for babysitting.

* will play hide and seek with you. when you’re feeling like a baby, this is your FAVORITE activity and he knows this. he’ll take his helmet off to be less scary and make silly faces when he peeks out.

* goes all out for your birthday. cake, candles, balloons, the whole nine yards. and SO MANY presents. gives you an entire week of spoiling because one day is just NOT enough for his baby.

* will pick you up and place you on his hip. he can’t use his physical strength anymore so he uses the force to help carry you now but he refuses to not be able to carry his baby girl.

* last but not least, he’s your favorite person. you go to him for EVERYTHING. to rant, for advice, i mean it. any and everything you need or want assistance with, he’s there at any moment in time. there’s nothing more important than you to him.

#agere #fanfic #star wars agere #anakin x reader #archive of our own #cg!anakin #anakin skywalker #daddy!anakin #star wars anakin #daddy!vader #cg!vader

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walnutcookie · 3 months

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can i ask what cheddar's curse is :333333333 3 33333 :333 :#3333333333333333333333333333 :3:#3333

HI I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKEDDD. :33 THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK /GEN. you have unleashed hell i am about to write so many paragraphs /silly /pos

ok to rb!

I need to draw a picture of them without the shadow sometime but. basically that glint in the shadow over cheddars face?

thats not their eye. they dont have an eye there anymore. instead it is a jewel :]c a cheddarstone to be exact. And it is very cursed!

still need to figure out exactly how it goes but when the blue cheese manor burned down they reached for the cursed jewel that their family had and They survived! They technically cannot die! but living isnt exactly easy

inside of them is a ton of Dark almost ink-like goop,, its like. Anti-life force. It seeps through their skin slowly and if it seeps out too much cheddar has to fight for control. if it gets really bad they lose control entirely. the only way to keep it from seeping out is by absorbing pure life force. they can obtain it through being around someone as they die, but more effectively they can kill people themself. Which is pretty easy since!! touching anti-life force kills a person IMMEDIATELY literally all cheddar needs to do is touch someone and theyre dead.

of course, if people knew that she was doing this, theyd be arrested immediately so theyve found ways to be sneaky about it :]c

for one, they cover themself up as best as possible. Literally from the head down its completely covered - giant coat, gloves, boots, etc. plus the hat covers not only the jewel in their eye but the anti-life force goop growing on his face!!! They avoid being in crowds or tightly packed spaces and theyre careful not to ever touch someone - while the clothing helps, it doesnt completely negate the curse, so while a brush of the shoulder may not kill the person itll at least drain them which will look suspicious.

obviously this quote wasnt related but shh its about Universe A. to me

cheddar has basically made themself untouchable (both metaphorically and literally).

say, theoretically, they need to take another victim. theyre travelling with macaroni on oh, say, a train, and they find a random cookie isolated in a train car with nobody around to witness anything. they peel off their glove and put their hand on the victims mouth, muffling their scream and killing the person instantly, and then they gently lower the body down so it doesnt make a noise as it hits the floor. next they use a knife to stab the person a few times - theyre already dead, but since touching them wouldnt give any indicators toward the cause of death, they have the perfect opportunity to create a false story behind the murder of this cookie and frame someone else for it. all they need to do after that is call macaroni to come see and he'll practically do the work for them!!!

ive mentioned this on one of my posts before but i headcanon that macaroni. cannot. stand. mysteries. he has to have them solved ASAP otherwise he CANNOT rest easy. he wont be able to eat or sleep very well at all. it makes him so anxious as much as he loves mysteries

Cheddar uses this to their advantage! theyve created a person in macaroni's head - someone whos lazy, who doesnt put much effort into their work, someone who doesnt rely on real evidence very much. How would someone like cheddar manage to frame someone else for a murder theyve committed and get away with it? especially since cheddar is around macaroni 24/7 and hed never expect them to do something in like the five minutes that they sneak away. not to mention cheddar has been working for the cbi even longer than mac and why on earth would a cbi agent kill someone for (seemingly) no reason??? In reality cheddar is actually much smarter and observant than they make themself seem but mac is in HEAVY denial about it because he doesnt want to have to think about his work partner being a murderer. Better to come up with other solutions (which cheddar so generously offers to him by framing people) than to point the finger at cheddar and raise dozens more questions that may be left unanswered. Plus the thought that all of the deaths cheddar caused would technically partially be macs fault. And as much as cheddar annoys him, mac has grown pretty attached to them.

someone could literally yell at mac and say LOOK!!! CHEDDAR HAS BLOOD STAINS ON THEIR COAT OH MY GOD!!!!!!! and mac will just laugh and say Haha that must be from lunch yesterday :) LIKE. cheddar has just made the perfect alibi for themself. they can never be accused of any crime because mac will defend them no matter what just to keep his own sanity

all of the killing and murder and crime aside cheddar is. Fucking miserable. shes so insanely touch starved bro they havent had a hug since like 1806 (except for like one person CCOUXGGHT COUCGHE GOUCGH ROUCYEO CAPPUCCINO COUGH COUCGH SPUTTER COUGH thats another post entirely though if anyone sends an ask abt it ill talk about it) and they try to make themself seem unlikable towards macaroni and try to distance themself from people and avoid relationships because even just a high five or a brush of the shoulder could be fatal. its too much of a risk, and its not one theyre willing to take.

he is fucking Smitten for macaroni theyre so head over heels for that girl but they just! CANT!!!! they cant get close to him because then he might DIE and not only would they lose the person they love but that would mean that their precious alibi is gone and theyd have to be extra extra sneaky about things to make sure that nobody catches them committing crimes. not to mention because of the way they act macaroni fucking HATES HIM. one sided yuri my beloved

anyways yaay ill stop there before this post gets too long X] theres more stuff about these two (including actual yuriful fluff NO WAAY) if youre curuois or have any other questions just shoot me an ask id love to answer!!!!

as always i dont think this is canon by any means it is all just my silly headcanon au because i think cheddar should be fucked up As a treat👍have a nice day If you read all of this i loveyiu so much /p

#cheddar cheese cookie #macaroni cookie #cookie run au #🎉 rambles #universe a au #tw murder #murder #i guess ?#ask to tag

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monsieuroverlord · 4 days

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Wolverine #48 Spoilers (and also heavy ranting):

It was boring.

Somehow, even LESS happened than the past two issues.

I mean, what even is the plot at this point? What are the character motivations?

Laura made her grand escape, which was nice. But also, why would Graydon or "Bad Seed" even be interested in her in the first place?

His main interest is his father, yes?

I guess he does hate mutants in general, but if I were him, I would've intentionally let her escape so she could lead me to the main fight.

Also, what was even the point of attacking the bears? Logan literally said "don't kill them" and immediately stabbed one. Master hunter-tracker wild man couldn't go around? lead them away? Bears are generally skittish and don't really go out of their way to attack people unless provoked. UNLESS they're food-conditioned by raiding dumpsters and such, but this is in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. There's no people food to eat.

Logan disabled one -- which is usually a death sentence in the wild by the way. And that's assuming it ran away after Logan did that. But usually they would fight back after fucking stabbing them.

Nekra fucking flipped one and presumably knocked it out (???) Third Eye put the third one to sleep.

Also also, grizzly bears are solitary. If that was supposed to be a mother and two cubs, the cubs are WAY too big to be with their mama still.

Those bears were depicted as well-muscled/well-fed/basically NOT starving at all. They wouldn't be that attack-happy over a fish (maybe a bit protective over a huge carcass, but my point still stands). I mean, assuming you don't walk right up to them! They'd make some bear threats first, in which an experienced hunter with keen animal-like senses *cough cough* would know to back off.

Keep your distance and you're good. They literally had to walk quite a distance further for that stupid bunker. Literally just go around. No need for this.

I'm sorry, this isn't how bears work at all. They can be territorial, but an experienced woodsman would know how to avoid the conflict. Especially since they weren't even caught unaware by said bears.

And the narrative around Logan remains redundant:

When will I be free of this?

THEY DO THIS EVERY TIME HE LOSES HIS HEALING FACTOR!

Last time he went on an introspective monologue like this, he went on a grand death tour and got got encased in molten adamantium! Then Laura became Wolverine :)

But they do this every time. Nothing about these plot choices are original, or even a fresh retelling of a Wolverine-esque story. It's not even vaguely interesting. At best, they're the safe choice, but I think its just lazy and lacks direction.

How the fuck is it a relief? How the fuck are you a "walking carcass?" You don't even have that cool eye scar anymore.

Also, your fucking son had a healing factor and STILL died. How do you think he feels about that, hm?

It irritates me especially because Aki isn't even mentioned beyond those preview pages. For all that shock value they did, and he still ends up being a passing thought.

I am repeatedly banging my head against a wall, I swear.

(Send Aurora in to smack him around a little. It's greatly needed).

Anyway, Laura made her grand escape by lowerng defenses to alert the sentinels and Bad Seed Graydon was able to hack them. X-Force was also alerted to the situation and Black Tom is using his veg powers to grow a rescue ship.

I guess this could lead up to a Graydon vs. Laura situation? Kid vs kid? But I don't know anymore. The plot is all over the place.

Creed ended up being encased in a sort of psuedo-egg as well, but burst out of it.

We don't see anything beyond that, but maybe he was transformed somehow? Maybe he's weaker? stronger? who knows.

I am disappointed. I wanted the seed to do something a bit more than this. There's still time, I guess. But I remain disappointed for now.

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILER PAGE:

The armor makes its first appearance.

And because fuck it, we're getting a muramasa blade too.

I hate it here.

Hurry up with all of the ressurections. I stand even firmer in my belief that this Sabretooth War should count as one of those "Orchis Purges" and Aki, and all the other dead mutants should be ressurected as such from the White Hot Room. Graydon was able to hijack one, its close enough! We don't need to argue semantics here, just ressurect everyone please and thank you

#i never thought i'd need to rant about bear behavior in a comic book #but here we are #only two issues left #and at least the last one has some promising back-up stories #my thoughts #comic book spoilers #wolverine #sabretooth war

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podracerbarrelroll · 1 year

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One of the things that gets me about Interview with the Vampire is Anne Rice’s take on the downside of immortality. I’m especially thinking about this after reading Dracula Daily, currently reading Carmilla Weekly, and considering other vampire media. The vampire should both horrify and fascinate you, and so there should be enough of a tradeoff between a normal, human life and vampirism to make you question if you’d really want that immortality if it was offered to you.

I say if you could choose to be any type of vampire, you’d want to be a Twilight vampire. It’s literally impossible for a human to kill one. Sure, you maybe can’t go out in daylight all the time because your skin sparkles, but that doesn’t mean you can never see the sun again. You’re also fast enough to catch and kill any human unlucky enough to see you out in the middle of the woods or wherever you risked going out during the day. And as long as word doesn’t get out, the Volturi won’t come after you. Twilight also goes very easy on the obvious drawback of watching everyone you love get old and die. I don’t remember the backstory of every single Cullen, but Edward was dying, Alice literally has no memory of her previous life, and Rosalie was brutalized and left for dead by her fiance. They had no life to go back to. Bella might lose her parents eventually, but children ideally should be the ones to outlive their parents. She didn’t have any other close relatives or friends. In giving up her human life, she gets to marry someone she loves and a new family. They can also live just fine on animal blood, so you don’t have to deal with the moral implications of killing humans. And you get your own superpower! Twilight vampires don’t even have to sleep.

Compare this to earlier vampire stories. The vampires in Dracula and Carmilla lose their connection to God--which was a much bigger deal to the Irishmen writing these stories in the late 1800s than it is to a modern audience. Dracula vampires also lose their humanity and have the significant weakness of needing to return to their coffin to sleep during the day and being vulnerable while doing so. They also can be warded off by garlic and have their sanctuaries destroyed by Eucharist wafers. Dracula couldn’t even move his own coffins--he had to pay other people to do it for him, and that meant he had to leave very quickly when the poly band started destroying them. Carmilla/Mircalla/Millarca is restricted by only being able to use different spellings of her name. Her eating habits raise suspicion in any area she stays in for too long, with so many people dying of a strange “fever”, and she also has trouble going out in the daylight.

Buffy vampires lose their souls, burn up dramatically in sunlight, and have a vampire slayer (or, by the end of the series, many vampire slayers) gunning for them. Most of the vampires in From Dusk Till Dawn are stuck in an eternal position of slavery or servitude and also burn up in the sunlight, essentially forced into a new society where they have very little power and any disobedience would be punished by death. Vampires in Supernatural can survive sunlight, even if it hurts, but they have hunters to contend with, many of which won’t hesitate to cut their heads off even if they stick to animal blood and mind their own business. Increased speed and strength and eternal life might be nice, but you either become an evil, blood-hunting animal or you get to spend that eternity living in fear.

The drawbacks of vampirism per Interview with the Vampire differ a little between the book and the 1994 movie, and a lot between both of those and the 2022 television series. In the book, and save one scene in the movie where Claudia gets out of her coffin during the day to join Louis in his, Anne Rice’s vampires literally cannot be awake during the day. As they age, sunlight does lose its power over them as Armand says in the series, but they cannot be awake to experience it. New vampires are burnt to ash by the sun, older vampires are only burned by it, and the oldest and most powerful can sleep in the sun all day and come out with a nice tan. The movie does a good job of showing this with Louis, holding his lantern close to the waters of the Mediterranean at night because he wants to see it as blue as he’s always heard about. But his light isn’t enough, and the water stays black. It’s a significant drawback of vampirism that the show loses: the sun may eventually lose its ability to hurt you, but you will never experience sunlight or what the world looks like in the daytime again.

One thing the Interview with the Vampire series does keep and did do well with in the first season is showing how vampires are incapable of change. Not only that their bodies are the same forever and that Claudia will never grow up, but that they have essentially lost the human ability to grow and change as people. In the book/movie, Louis was in his early twenties and had already lost his brother (book) or wife and buried his newborn child (movie). Alone in the world save for the slaves he owned at his plantation--who rightfully hated him. He wanted to die, and Lestat jumped him and gave him what he wanted, but he also preserved Louis like that forever. He is and always will be suicidally depressed--he is both dead and wanting to die, existing in limbo. In the series, Louis will always be exactly who he was when Louis turned him. Alienated from his family, but feeling an obligation to support them. Hating the life he leads and the way he earns his money while also viciously defending it. Paying someone to sit in a room and listen to him talk, whether that person is a prostitute or reporter. Louis is stuck as who he was in his weakest moment, when he gave into Lestat, which is why he will always give into Lestat, which is why, after more than a century, he is still whining!

It’s also why aging up the reporter is a great move, because over the course of fifty years, Daniel went from a young addict to a world-renowned reporter, from an idealistic idiot to a cynical asshole. This means he’s done the one thing Louis can’t (besides go out in sunlight): he’s grown and changed as a person. That’s why Louis is fascinated by him, and why he called him decades later to complete their interview. It also calls into question if you, the viewer, would want the “dark gift” Louis offers him. Twenty-year-old Daniel, like most people that age, had no idea how much life can change you, and had no idea what he might be losing to ask for Louis to turn him at that age. Seventy-year-old Daniel knows very well what he would have lost and what he still very well might lose by letting Louis turn him, even as Parkinson’s slowly starts to take its toll on his body. Would you want to live as who you are right now, forever? Do you like who you are enough that you would give up your ability to change, to know who you might become? Would you always want to be that person who, when the vampire bared his teeth and made his offer, gave into a moment of weakness and said yes?

#vampires #anne rice #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire 2022 #iwtv series #iwtv spoilers #twilight vampires #buffy vampires #supernatural vampires #carmilla weekly #dracula daily

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marauderundercover · 2 months

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i dream of getting out (you're on your own kid ch. 2)

There was no question about it. Percy was definitely cursed. He wasn’t sure who to blame, but there definitely had to be someone out there to blame, right? Someone other than him calling the wrong shots and getting him into these situations. He’d never really been into that whole ‘higher power’ crap. Mostly ‘cause the one time his mom took him to a church thing, he couldn’t focus. And the nuns yelled at him. Nuns are scary. But that didn’t really matter right now. Because right now, Percy was being followed by some dude through an unfamiliar part of Gotham. If he was smarter, Percy would’ve stayed in the safety of Crime Alley (and isn’t that a sentence) where he could just call for Red Hood. He trusted Hood, and he knew that the guy would at least try to help him. They may not be close or anything, but Red Hood protected kids. Everyone, especially everyone in Crime Alley, knew that. But here, outside of Hood’s territory, Percy felt hopeless. He didn’t know these streets like he knew New York’s. Or even Crime Alley. Turning with the alley, Percy sucks in a breath as he realizes- he’s trapped. Spinning on his heel, he turns and scans the area, trying desperately to find a fire escape or something that could help him. His eyes widen as the guy rounds the corner.

“Hey, kid. You look lost. Need some help?” The guy asks him, and Percy frowns. He was pretty sure he didn’t look that naïve. The guy’d been following him for too long to be anyone with good intentions. Literally everyone would know that. Realizing he’s taken too long to answer, Percy shakes his head and squares his shoulders in an attempt to look bigger than he is.

“I’m fine.” He says simply. The guy laughs, but it’s not like his mom’s laugh was. It feels closer to Gabe’s laugh, and Percy clenches his fists. He really shouldn’t have left Crime Alley.

“C’mon, kid, just let me help you. Come with me and we’ll grab something to eat.” He says. Percy shakes his head. Even if the dude wasn’t trying to kidnap him- which Percy found unlikely- he wasn’t about to be in debt to some creepy ass guy who stalked him around Gotham.

“I’m good. I’m just gonna-” Percy tries to make his way around the man, but he reaches out and grabs Percy’s arm with a bruising force. Immediately, Percy starts to thrash about and tries to break free. “Hey, help! Someone!” The man moves one of his hands over Percy’s mouth to smother the sound of Percy’s cries.

“Couldn’t just do this the easy way, could you, you little shit.” The man complains, struggling to keep hold of him. Percy jerks back roughly enough that he’s able to stumble back a few steps.

“Red Hood!” He yells, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the vigilante had taken a trip outside of his territory. The man snarls and grabs Percy by the back of his hair, making him yelp. Before he can try and fight back more, the man slams his head against the ground. Percy cries out as the pain makes stars dance in his vision. Another slam of his head, and the world fades from view.

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Percy blinks awake, then regrets it immediately- the dull throb in his head sharpening the moment his eyes hit the light. Groaning, he quickly shuts his eyes again, taking a steadying breath before cracking his eyes open again. He opens them slowly, trying really hard to focus past the pounding in his head. Struggling, he pushes himself up as carefully as he can. His whole body ached, and it probably had something to do with the concrete floor he’d woken up on. Sitting back on his heels, Percy takes in his surroundings and tries not to panic. There were at least a dozen other kids, all of them in cages. Shit. A door slams open and the other kids all scurry to the backs of their cages. Percy, however, stays where he was and shoots a glare at the man walking in. It was the same guy from the alley, and the fact that he hadn’t covered his face didn’t feel like a positive sign for Percy.

“Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally awake. Wasn’t sure how long it’d take after you got that little bump on your head. You feeling alive again?” The man asks with a smirk.

“Feeling peachy.” Percy says, crossing his arms. He was terrified, but he didn’t want this guy to know that. Didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction. The man smirks before lunging forward, and Percy can’t help but flinch back. The man laughs, shaking his head as Percy mentally says every single curse word he could think of.

“And I’m sure you’ll feel even better once you’re outta Gotham.” The guy adds before turning and walking back the way he came. Percy drops back down to his butt and tries really hard to take deep breaths. He’d really messed up this time, and there wasn’t anything he could do but hope that someone was looking for at least some of the kids in the room. They were still in Gotham, which was a plus. It meant there was still a chance that the Bats would find them. Not that Percy really had anyone looking for him, but he did kinda have a tiny bit of hope that Red Hood would miss him. Or at least think about where he might be, since Percy almost always saw Red Hood at least once while the guy was patrolling Crime Alley And he’d hung out with the vigilante on the roofs a couple times. Percy knew that the guy had some serious rules in place to protect the kids of Crime Alley, and he really hoped that the protection would extend to dumb new Crime Alley kids who were running around the wrong part of Gotham in the middle of the night.

“Hey, kid, you got anyone looking for you out there?” One of the other kids calls out. Percy shakes his head, moving to press his back against the back of his cage. He pulls his knees up into his chest, trying hard to ignore the ache as he realizes how alone he really is.

“No. No one.”

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Percy does his best to ignore the crying and talking from the other kids. There were a couple a little older than him, and they were clearly trying to make the younger ones feel better. Personally, Percy thought it was ridiculous for them to even try. The only bright side was that it seemed like most of the other kids weren’t in the same ‘living alone in Gotham’ boat that he was in. Probably half of them were certain that their parents would be looking for them right now, and the other half figured their parents would eventually look for them. Percy does his best to shove down the jealousy. Not like it would do any good stuck in a place like this. Just as he starts to nod off, loud thuds and screams, accompanied by gunshots, sound in the other room. Percy does his best to curl into himself in an attempt to shield himself. He wasn’t sure how many people were working with the guy who’d grabbed him, but it sounded like they’d all gotten into an argument. And Percy did not want to be collateral damage. The door slams open and Percy flinches back, squeezing his eyes shut as some of the other kids shout in surprise.

Percy had expected screams of terror or pain or something, so when the other kids start cheering and crying, he risks cracking an eye open. The sight of Batman and Nightwing weaving around the cages, carefully opening them and helping the kids out, lets him finally take a deep breath again. They were okay. Percy uncurls and inches towards the door of his cage so that he could run the second it was opened.

“Shit.” A familiar mechanized voice echoes throughout the room, and Percy’s attention snaps towards the voice. He wants to cry. He’s relieved and exhausted and is finally not terrified. But he also doesn’t wanna cry in front of one of the only people who still willingly talks to him.

“Hiya, Hood. Little far from Crime Alley, aren’t ya?” Percy chirps, forcing a grin on his face. Red Hood unfreezes and rushes over, using his gun to break the lock off the cage that Percy was trapped in. He throws the cage door open and then backs up, giving Percy space to get out by himself. He scrambles out, wincing at the fact that he seemed to have Red Hood’s undivided attention. And the vigilante was silent. “Are uh, are you gonna yell at me?” Percy finally asks, and Hood splutters.

“Am I- you- Jesus christ, kid.” A long hissing sound comes from the helmet, a sound that Percy was pretty sure was just the guy letting out a really long exhale. “You’re not in trouble, Percy. You were almost- what happened to your head?”

“Is he injured? Ambulances should be here in five minutes, but we’ve got emergency stuff and there’s a full medkit in the Batmobile.” Nightwing rambles, appearing at Red Hood’s shoulder. Percy takes a step back, panic whelming up. He did not just escape traffickers to get put back into the system by Nightwing. Hood seems to notice Percy’s panic, and moves himself in front of Percy.

“Give the kid a break, Wing. He’s one of the Alley kids. I’ll check his head out and then take him back.” Red Hood says, and Nightwing frowns.

“I really don’t think-”

“C’mon, Wing. Hasn’t the poor kid been through enough for one night?” Red Hood asks, and Percy watches, impressed, as Nightwing sighs and agrees.

“Fine, but you better get the kid outta here before B notices you ignoring protocol like this.” He says.

“Since when do I give a shit about his protocol?” Red Hood asks, but he nods at Percy and guides him towards the room where the gunshots had come from. He pauses at the door, and Percy looks up at him.

“What?” He asks.

“Would you promise me to close your eyes and let me guide you outta here?” The vigilante asks. Percy starts to argue, then considers what he might have to see on the other side of the door and nods slowly. Red Hood had never done anything to make him not trust him. And he was kinda the only person Percy actually felt like he trusted at this point. Maybe he’d regret it one day, but he really didn’t think he would.

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#percy jackson #percy jackson is not having a good time #kid percy jackson #jason todd #batfam to the rescue #crossover fic #ao3

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jksian · 3 months

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Umm if you have study tips can u share them? Im literally gonna fail upcoming exam I feel it in my boobs 😭

In your WHAT!? lmao😭 I was malfunctioning after reading that💀 anyways....

So, the thing is that I wasn't very consistent during my college years tbh💀 like I didn't study everyday for couple of hours as most of the people suggests but still, I achieved a pretty good grade and was on the list of top students when I graduated (I graduated last year)

So, if you're thinking you're gonna fail, you are WRONG. I believe you can still make it!

So, what I did was, I used some study techniques. Which was -

Pomodoro method - well, I think it's pretty common now days. Every other student know about this I think? Basically, you study for half an hour *based you attention span because if it's short, you probably won't be able to focus for that long AT FIRST* then take 10 minutes of break and again continue it. I did it and my attention span grow much better after doing it a few times!

Warning: do not use social media or any other things where you can be distracted easily while you're on a break. Take a walk or listen to music or any other relaxing thing where you brain can adjust to the information you just consumed.

Music: music is something I listen to everyday and it helped me soooo much during my exams! NOT ANY CATCHY SONGS AND DEFINITELY NOT BTS OR KPOP🚫 do not listen to the songs to which you can dance, WE AREN'T HERE TO DANCE! we are here to study. When I said music, I meant instrumental and classic one! Listen to ambient music, piano mixed with rain sounds which will help to focus on your tast. There are some Gama sounds or something on YouTube I listened to, I don't remember💀 but listen to the music where you won't be distracted and your brain will be relaxed and help you to calm yourself so that you can focus more. Whenever I panicked about 'oh no I don't have time' or 'i won't be able to complete it' I just put some classic instrumental music on shuffle and immediately my mind relaxed. It was so helpful!

Focus: Now, ofcourse you know that you have to focus but you just.... can't, right? Yeah, that happened to me too! But, a little amount of focus right now can maybe make your life better. Maybe, if you get good grades you'll be able to go to your desired uni or your dream job or your life will be so good! I'm not saying that your grades can decide your future but what's so harmful about trying and giving your best, right? You know what you have to do to focus, hide your phone or any other distractions bla bla bla.... Everyone knows but no one applies because our brain can't let us, so tell me, why you're letting your brain control your actions? Wouldn't you be the one who will control your brain instead?

Remember, your little efforts today can make your tomorrow better.

Lastly, don't stress yourself out. Don't pressure yourself much. Don't worry. It'll be okay. The more you think 'Oh I'll fail' or 'I can't make it' or 'I don't have enough time' it will menifest in real life, instead focus on the tasks you have in-hand right now, make a strategy, devide those chapters, put some small challenges for yourself like 'I will complete this chapter in ____ amount of time' and focus on completing it and reward yourself afterwards with some food or a break.

Also, never forget to take proper amount of sleep. Let your brain rest and consume those knowledge you just pour into it all together because, now if I make you eat some food forceful and don't give you proper time to digest, you will have digestive problems or gas or even worse. Your brain is just like that. It needs nurturing just like any other part of your body.

Lastly drink water to keep yourself hydrated and eat your meals because if you don't even have nutrients and minerals in your body, how it will function properly? Then also, you brain won't be able to work.

So take care of yourself, focus, study and believe in yourself! I know you can do it.😊

Best wishes for you!🤍🌸

#phew.... it's long isn't it?#i could've make it more longer but i think it's enough?#i hope it helped anon!#jksian🤍#ask jo☕#study tips

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Goood evening!! What’re your thoughts on dream sequences?

Welllllll you know meeee.........i write a lot of dream sequences. if im not writing dream sequences the character is falling in and out of sleep. BUT i do understand how that can get annoying. overall dream sequences should be able to convey something to the reader, that there is something going on in this character's psyche that they cannot face in the narrative right now or ever. what can you gather from a dream? and at this point i fall off the deep end soooo. more under the cut

they can be very important to the story Ya Know. most of the time im having a character confront some kind of mental block or real life issue in a dream. dreams communicate fears. dreams communicate mounting pressure- dreams can BE that mounting pressure. dreams can also communicate acceptance. dreams can be characters in and of themselves!! but dreams have to consistently represent something. i would suggest like. maintaining one or two different meanings for dreams but this generally goes for ALL symbols. telling a story is inherently enforcing some kind of narrative. joan didion's belief was that writing was a hostile act, describing it almost as if it was violating the reader. to be specific, she said:

In many ways writing is the act of saying I, of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind. It's an aggressive, even a hostile act. You can disguise its qualifiers and tentative subjunctives, with ellipses and evasions —with the whole manner of intimating rather than claiming, of alluding rather than stating—but there's no getting around the fact that setting words on paper is the tactic of a secret bully, an invasion, an imposition of the writer's sensibility on the reader's most private space.

do i necessarily completely agree with joan didion? No. but i do think she was getting at something and it was something very important about writing. when you are telling a story, whether it be fiction or non-fiction, there is some underlying narrative going on there. there will always be some hidden meaning because people dont walk around without them. even the nihilists have a hidden meaning they want to share with you: there is NO meaning. writing is a philosophical experience and a deeply self-analytical one, which didion also believed was part of the reason why she wrote if not the sole reason she was a writer. she described it like she didn't know what she was thinking until she wrote it down. she didn't know what was happening with her mental state until she wrote it down. i dont believe she did that expressly to impose a narrative upon a reader, to persuade them necessarily, but YES there is a part of every writer that wants to make you see it OUR way.

but this feeling is not specific to authors. other forms of art find themselves trying to make you see what they see, whether it be simply through their own memories of an event or a scene, or quite literally an artists interpretation of politics and history. an artist trying to convey to you what an event did to them through their medium of choice. a piece i love so much is félix gonzález-torres' 175 pound piles of candy that guests are encouraged to take from, forcing them to participate in the art piece. not only do you get to view it, but to get the full experience, you must participate and pick up a candy and eat from it, the representation of félix's and his lover's body, both taken away by aids. the horror of it is forced on you and that visceral emotional reaction feels like an invader suddenly entering your body. everything about it hits you like a freight train while you're eating a cellophane-wrapped candy. what can you get from that? what exactly can you interpret from it? what thought does the author have? can you feel it being forced on you?

i mentioned this before in a note but i said that at the time, i was following the oscar wilde method of writing, which was to write without communicating a moral to the audience. while i still identify with this- in no way am i trying to teach you some kind of lesson when you read nameless- there is a mix here that i think is important when talking about what you choose to write and what you choose to symbolise. dreams are not just a gateway into a character's mind but YOUR mind and what you associate with certain things. writing is displaying art and because of that, people can interpret your art in any way they want and there is no wrong way to view it in my personal opinion. even if you put it out there with a vision and a goal, people can choose to make it personal to themselves and there is NOTHING you can do about that. this is part of the medium. you dont control how people interpret it if they feel deeply about it.

a good example of that is sun yuan and peng yu's "can't help myself." you probably already know about it: a machine that sweeps up liquid that looks like blood. sun yuan and peng yu intended for this to be a more political piece, trying to evoke imagery of war, surveillance, and land disputes. these concepts were not just randomly chosen for a random exhibition; the guggenheim museum specifically sought out yuan and yu for the "tales of our time" exhibition, which had a focus on locations and geography. where the artists lived, their idea of utopia, an interpretation of modern borders. even the title was a play on lu xun's book "old tales retold," which, as it says on the tin, retold old tales but in a way that critiqued society and highlighted issues specific to the era. so, when "can't help myself" was created, it was an interpretation of the state of border politics.

looking at it with this perspective, the "blood" the machine cleans up leaves red streaks across the floor as the only evidence it was ever there. the machine gets little breaks and dances and interacts with the audience like a nation's figurehead on tour, waving to citizens in the audience before immediately returning to the bloodshed. and when the blood gets too much, they dont have as much time to appease the crowd or to do a little dance or wave. theres too much to mop up, and then the blood becomes the centrepiece. no matter how much the robot sweeps up, there is always more. and the machine sweeps up blood until it cant anymore, and then the blood is left to sit for everyone to see. its the inevitable end of empires. it is what war will do to a nation. when the power struggle that leads to wars that leads to death en masse become too much, people will be unable to ignore the bloodshed and there is no amount of dancing or waving a nation can do to save them from their demise. the machine lays down and dies. the empire falls.

or...or its exemplary of a country trying to control immigration. it pulls the blood back in, but there are streaks left of it on the floor- people still get out and they never come back. blood gets spattered on the walls and is, therefore, unable to be swept back up. what is a nation without its people? and that is why borders and the inherent function of the machine is important. the machine is not leaking the fluid; the fluid has been poured into the space and the machine sweeps it into an arbitrary border. when it flows outside that border, its sensors go off and drag the fluid back in. that brings in the idea of mass surveillance. bringing those who step out of line back in. its an orwellian image of a machine dancing and waving to the audience, putting on a jovial performance, before punishing its subject for stepping out of its contrived boundary in front of its company.

the art piece briefly fell out of public knowledge before being discovered again through what little video we have of it while it was being shown. and some of the people who found it were not given the context of the guggenheim exhibit, nor did they get to view it during the time it was in action. some were not residents of china, yuan and yu's home country and the area-specific politics "can't help myself" was reflecting on. because of these holes in knowledge, people began to interpret it as a rat race sort of commentary. the fluid representing money, or the machine's life force, or joy flowing out of the machine and trying to be gathered back up by this anthropromorphised version that was created. it dances and waves and puts on a brave face, all while fighting to maintain these important things. some people interpretted it as people pleasing, where the machine would dance and then go right back to struggling to stay alive, perhaps struggling with depression or other kinds of mental illness. it would wave to make people happy and interact with the audience, all while bleeding out on the floor. people felt for it and identified with it.

and while you could argue these interpretations are "tainted" because they don't know what the piece is actually about, it doesn't make any other interpretation any better. in fact, my interpretations of "can't help myself"- even with the assistance of context from the guggenheim website or my limited knowledge on chinese policy and history or the assistance of the artists themselves, articles from people that saw it in person, what few translated articles i could stumble across in my early search- is tainted by the fact that i have only ever lived in the west. i don't truly know what chinese immigration policy looks like or what the chinese government is telling its citizens, what narrative is trying to be pushed. i only know what narrative my country is pushing. i am assuming that, maybe, the chinese government is saying the same things as the west, but i don't truly know and i won't know until i meet someone who lives or lived there, but i haven't. as logical as my interpretation is, there are likely holes because of my view on the government which has been shaped by living where i do, just as this piece is shaped by sun yuan and peng yu living in china.

and even if they don't know the context, that doesn't make their interpretations any less evocative. there is something to be said about the performance the machine puts on because its an important part of the piece. there's something to be said about how you are an observer peering into a glass box at the spectacle that is happening. you can stand there and have blood flung at you because of the work the machine is putting into maintaining its borders. there is something to be said about the way the machine appears to be bleeding, even if that's not what's actually happening. these are amazing things to think about and the fact that people think about it at all is amazing! i think thats fucking beautiful!!

and you want to know why that's so amazing? because art like this is MEANT to be provacative. it's MEANT to spark a reaction. it could be reactions in the political sense, like inspiring people to be activists or to question their governments and representatives, or reactions in the emotional sense, like fear or intrigue or sadness. "can't help myself" is poking at you and begging for a reaction. the machine dances and waves and tries to entertain you between sweeps as if it's begging for you to look at it, to analyse it, to figure out what it's doing and why it's doing it, and why you are trapped behind the glass, stuck watching it. regarding "can't help myself," sun yuan told artsy, "we see how the robot and the liquid finish by torturing each other."

with this, we return to didion and her belief that writing was a hostile act. sun yuan and peng yu went into this project hoping to communicate a strong political message that was essential to the museum that commissioned them. the museum wanted the view they could provide. from the start, this is about politics and geography and borders and immigration- so how did people end up seeing themselves in that machine? its a matter of the artists releasing the ability to maintain context. even with people learning the context of the piece, there are still those that identify with it because their interpretation means so much to them. this piece has a life of its own outside of what the artists intended for it and this inevitably happens to every piece of art. those who care about it will interpret it in a way that relates to them. if they are politically minded, they might interpret it in a political way, and for those who aren't, the piece becomes deeply emotional.

i might try to insert a piece of myself into every piece of writing i do, but there is nothing i can do to stop people from interpretting my art however they please. i find IMMENSE joy in this because its so interesting to see what i wrote and finding different versions of it inside the people it touches. dream sequences can be deeply personal for the character, but you will never know because you will never be them. for the simplest of dream sequences, the most straightforward, the most complicated, the strangest, there is an interpretation out there that blows my expectations out of the water. im constantly searching for different interpretations of stories ive read in the hopes i will find a deeper understanding of it, which is really all this post is about. dream sequences are good and people's interpretations of them make them even better and IN FACT every single piece of writing is made better by being able to turn to other people and ask them what they thought of it. understanding a piece is understanding the people around you and how the art affects them, not what the artist specifically intended by making the work.

#authorisms #fae's asks #i did not mena to go off like this i just felt crazy thinking about all of this all at once #i was on a roll. this is straight up a video essay script

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themarginalthinker · 9 months

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so, going off of @oldestenemy 's comment about the Boys being a family unit, but not like what Max seems to want, I'm going to ramble a bit about my Thoughts on that. Thisi s going to be pretty stream of thought so bear with me.

So, first off, let's talk about vampires in general.

The world of the Lost Boys gives us precious little to use by way of greater vampiric worldbuilding, AND A BIG NOTE HERE, I HAVE NOT SEEN THE OTHER MOVIES OR READ THE COMICS AND I DON'T PARTICULARLY WANT TO, SO THIS WILL ONLY BE USING THE FIRST MOVE'S CANON, THANK YOU. We are left with a lot more questions than answers about how vampires even work, let alone how the Boys may deviate or conform to what's considered the 'norm' for vampires. This leads to having to use two things following that - extrapolation, and headcanons, not mutually exclusive, but I do like to make the distinction because one is 'using details in the canon to read between the lines' and the other is more 'this feels like it fits or make sense, despite nothing explicitly supporting it in canon'.

SO, GETTING TO THE MEAT AND POTATOES HERE:

Non-traditional family dynamics and the Boys. I love 'em. I think their group dynamic is fascinating to toy with. I also think Max was a fuckin' headcase, and has been for a while. Like a guy walking a bunch of wolves on leashes and swearing up and down they don't bite, which is basically what he's doing.

It's implied that Max is all of the Boy's sire, and thus has some sort of...parental complex about it, because as far as literally the rest of the movie is concerned, the Boys don't give half a shit about Max. They taunt him, if from a distance, they break rules he's explicitly set for them (ie, 'I told you not to come here anymore' when in the video store). Max has less control over the Boys than I think he'd like, which makes me think about what a head vampire even is, and if it even exists at all.

The only 'evidence' for such a thing in the movie, is whatever the Frog brothers are presenting us - WHICH IS ALL BASED ON COMICS. In the movie, we get no other explanation from anyone, and certainly none of the vampires. Star gives us her take on it, but she never says 'David told me this what's true', it's just what she assumes, which can also be flawed. She's unreliable as well. All we knows for sure is that David was sired by Max, and with the way Max refers to them as 'his boys', the rest of them are his as well.

So, there are a couple ways I think that vampires can organize themselves socially:

one, is as the Boys do: packs. Groups of vampires who all share a common sire living together

two: clans - vampires who may not have the same sire living together; clans tend to be a little less close than packs, and a bit more common as packs geeeenerally don't (can't) get much larger than the Boys' pack

there's also a secret third option, but that one is almost entirly made up by me and my writing partner, ask us about it if you want, but it's strictly oc stuff, so I'm not putting it here.

Max is basically trying to force upon the Boys a way of living for vampires that not only doesn't seem like they want anything to do with because WE HAVE NO IDEA IF MAX EVER MENTIONED THIS TO THEM AT ALL?? THEM BEING INTERESTED IN MICHAEL SEEMS ALMOST LIKE A COINCIDENCE, and on top of that, as vampires, like, the species, they may not be able to live as anymore.

I could go on forever about vampire psychology, but I'll leave it at that. The Boys don't want 'family', they want 'pack.'

As my partner says, 'found family, but make it like, 10% more intense'. The Boys want nothing to do with anyone outside their pack if it's not eating them, or fucking around with them. Vampires are both more social than 'lonely, stalking monsters of the night' and less social than 'literal hive of undead monsters crawling like zombie hoards from the sewers'. They want their pack, the people they Connect With, the people they hunt with, sleep with. They don't want some...human thing. I would be uncomfortable to them.

And for the Boys' specifically, it would mess with their group dynamic. David and the rest have things just the way they'd like it, and Max interferes with that.

My partner and I have come up with a known phenomena for packs in the Lost Boy's universe.

Sire-Killer packs. :)

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #worldbuilding #this is very very disorganized I'm so sorry #I'd be happy to talk more about specifics as we are going to do some character studies later

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thedescribingwriter · 2 years

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StoryTime: How I found out I was Aromantic along with being Asexual.

So, I was in a relationship with a long time friend of mine. When we started dating, I already knew at that point that I was Asexual (not Aromantic, maybe a story for another time). So, when this "friend" of mine confessed, I agreed. I had various "crushes" throughout my life, and so I was sure that I could feel romantic attraction.

Fast forward a few months, we hadn't seen each other for a few months due to lockdown. Cool. We were chatting over text, video calls, voice messages, all that jazz. One thing that I had noticed though, was that he had started writing explicit texts sometimes. At first I ignored them, and when it didn't stop, I made sure to come out to him repeatedly, emphasizing the fact that I was, in fact, a sex-repulsed Ace.

The texts reduced, but never fully stopped. Eventually, I started to go along with it, thinking that if I didn't, then it would be the end of our relationship. So a few more months into this, he starts saying "stuff" over the phone, obviously expecting a reply. He dubbed those conversations between us my "awkward silences", because that is what they were. Awkward silences because I didn't know what to say.

Sometimes, I even replied. Tried saying things that made me uncomfortable to keep the relationship going. This kept going for a while. His explicit messages and conversations kept increasing and I kept either ignoring them or forcing myself to answer in a similar manner. (Still thought I liked him then.)

One day, after about 2 years of our "relationship", I was talking to a friend who was in a relationship. She and another boy in my class were a cute couple. I was teasing her about how I saw "literal flowers bloom" around them whenever they were together. She asked me about my boyfriend which I, without realising, answered with a disgusted face and told her about.

When I mentioned that I hadn't seen him in over 2 years, she looked shocked and said that she would never be able to do it. I, in a moment of vulnerability and frustration, complained about how I thought this whole "romantic relationship" thing was overrated. I said that I could understand why it was so hard for allos but for me, someone not interested in romance, it was kind of a relief that I don't meet him. (Realisation 1) The other person, bless them, comforted me and supported me (because I had accidentally come out to her.) She promised me she wouldn't tell anyone else and hasn't to this day.

Later in the day, I was talking to my best friend when we started chatting about how I didn't like romance. My friend, who had caught into what it might mean, started questioning me. Showed me videos, searched the net with me, and asked me questions. She told me repeatedly that I probably was Aromantic, but I ignored her.

That night, I didn't sleep. I kept thinking of what I wanted from this "relationship" of mine and if I was even happy and comfortable. I just couldn't imagine myself doing anything romantic with my boyfriend or anyone else.

My boyfriend and I finally went on a date, after things started opening up. All day, I was uncomfortable, with his advances, and my constant thought that I was not Aromantic.

When I did come to terms with the fact that I was Aromantic, I started searching for if there were exceptions to this. If I could still like someone. I was in denial of the fact that I could have a "made-up" romantic love for my boyfriend. (I had enjoyed us being together when we were friends so it didn't make sense to me.)

To make a long story short, it took nights of crying, days of guilt, and finally my best friend talking to me for three hours, to make me face the fact I am Aromantic. Aroace to be exact, with absolutely no interest in any romantic or sexual relationships. It then took three more weeks for me to break up with my boyfriend, and we are still not on speaking terms. The guilt that I basically lead him on for two years still eats away at me.

Conclusion: If my surroundings had not been so romance and sex focused, with more awareness and support towards Aromantism and Asexuality, then I could have saved my ex-boyfriend (now probably ex-friend too) a lot of hurt, and saved myself two years of my life that I spent trying to deny my orientation and all the discomfort and pain that came with it. The media needs more representation for Asexual and Aromantic people, whether someone is one or the other, or both.

My ex-boyfriend and I are still not on speaking terms right now, and I fear I have lost a great friend for good. I never blamed him for not understanding my discomfort either because I didn't understand it myself. The only thing I would blame him for is the fact that he did not back off when I said no (though he never did anything physically without my consent).

What I want to say is, don't feel like you have to pretend to be in a successful relationship, because that won't be a "relationship" at all. Be who you are, whether Aromantic or Asexual, or both. I personally know many people who would pretend like I did and waste their lives away.

I understand. I do. And that is why, I will say, that you need to accept who you are. If you don't feel like hugging someone (I am touch averse as well) then don't. If you don't want to have explicit conversations then don't. If you want to watch Netflix in nothing but comfy clothes while stuffing yourself with garlic bread and cake, do it! Want to hug and kiss people platonically? Do it!

Don't let lack of representation and others' unnecessary opinions make you repress your true self. I will forever be grateful for my friend who saw through my denial, and sorry to my ex-boyfriend who I am sure I hurt more than once.

If this helps even a single person, it will have been worth sharing <3 Proud of and love all of you LGBTQIA+ folks.

Happy pride month!🌈 💜💜💜🖤🖤🖤🌈

#ace pride #asexuality #pride month #aromantic #aromantism #story time #representation #aro pride #aroace #happy pride 🌈#ace inclusion #queer pride #queer writers #lgbtq community #lgbtpeople #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+

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