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spacebarbarianweird · 7 months

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The Skin I Hate

Astarion wakes up from yet another nightmare but this one brings even more disgusting memories that he is used to.

TW: Mentions of SA, mild self-harm Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, f!tav, established relationship, post-game Read on AO3

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The weird perk of being an elf is being conscious when dreaming.

Non-elves are blissed with sleep, letting the dark void consume them for a night. Meanwhile, adult elves have to see their own past and re-live the memories in these few hours of meditation.

When it's good memories, it is a dream. When it's bad, it's a nightmare. And unfortunately for Astarion, his memories only fuel the despair.

"Here you are, boy," he hears his master's disgusting voice. "Such a handsome young elf you are."

Cazador is dead. It's not real. It's yet another nightmare that has come to haunt him. The old vampire was so pathetic he didn't even bother to hunt himself, fearing the only thing he could truly enjoy as an undead. There is nothing to be afraid of. Astarion stabbed him twenty-eight times, slaughtered him like a pig he was.

But nightmares keep coming, and there is nothing Astarion can do to stop them.

"You don't want to do this, but you are still doing it."

Astarion remembers everything. He doesn't remember his past when he could see his reflection or the sun, but his mind has preserved all the memories he wishes to forget.

The desire to peel his skin off. The dirty touches. The never-ending tortures and hunger. Sometimes, Astarion thinks this is the reality and the last two years are just a hallucination, an evil trick. Freedom, safety, a woman to hold. It’s all unreal.

Astarion is still locked in the tomb, isn't he? He is still in the kennel, flayed and beaten. He is still in his master's full power, doing every disgusting thing he orders.

… Astarion opens his eyes. He sees the wooden ceiling above him. He hears birds chirring in the distance - it's late afternoon, warm and sunny. Astarion can't understand where he is; the nightmare still holds a grip on his mind. The undead heart feels like a tombstone in the chest.

There is an urge to hide, run, and return to his master because the longer Astarion is absent, the more painful the tortures will be.

Then, he sees a set of armor, too small for him to wear. A travel sack with food he doesn't need, and a sword he doesn't know how to fight with.

Tav.

The realization resembles a lover's embrace, gentle and strong. It was indeed a nightmare. And this is the reality for Astarion. Freedom. A journey under the starry night sky. Days spent in shelters like this abandoned hut in the middle of nowhere.

And Tav's love.

Her trust, her caress. Her loud laughter at his jokes, her concentrated face when she takes care of her weapon and armor.

Their innocent mockery of each other. "Astarion, what does it say?" she asks, pointing at the board at the tavern. "Tav, I still can't apprehend how you lived up to being an adult without getting reading skills." "Oh, I am sorry I was too busy surviving! Not everyone is born in cities!"

His little brave Tav, whose heart is big enough for them both. His fierce companion who believes in him a hundred times more than he believes in himself. Her imminent faith in good, in people. In the chance, there is a cure for vampirism, in the idea that evil forces will always be defeated.

There was time when he thought Tav was just stupid. It took him a while to realize her faith comes from dark places. She knows the sorrows of this world no less than him, but she chooses to always see the light.

And Astarion chooses to be with her.

“Look what you have done to her”, something dark whispers in his ear. "She has to hide in shadows with you. If it wasn't for you, she could stay in the nearest village and sleep comfortably, but because of you, she has to stay here, in this wretched hole of a place. You are tainted with blood and pain, and you taint her as well."

Astarion tries to shut this voice up. But he can't. His own skin feels disgusting as if covered in acid sweat. His body is dirty. His touches are cursed. After everything he did, after everything done to him, after all these people he slept with, after everything happened to him in Cazador's mansion - he has no right to ruin Tav.

Astarion stands up, trying to shut the voice up. The hut is so small it suffocates him, but he can't go outside; the sun still shines.

"Damn! Gods damn you!" he screams, but the voice sounds hoarse as if he broke it in his sleep.

Maybe he did.

Nails dig into the skin, causing dull pain. Astarion makes a sharp movement, leaving deep pink strains on his left arm. Pain is pleasant and familiar. He keeps scratching the skin as if trying to peel it off.

Blood starts dripping to the floor.

The pain brings temporal bliss, and the sight of his bloodstained hand somehow comforts Astarion. Tears stream down the face - tears of desperation. Of darkness.

"Astarion," he hears a quiet voice. "Please, stop."

He turns his head and sees Tav. She wears her camp clothes, a pair of trousers and a shirt. Her hair is wet. She probably has bathed in the nearest river. Feet are bare and covered in soil. Astarion notices a blade of grass stuck between her toes.

Tav approaches him and makes him sit on the floor. He tries to drop the sleeve to cover the injuries as if it could trick her.

Tav gently touches his neck, avoiding the bite mark. Her touch is thoughtful, kind, and warm. She smells like sunlight. Astarion freezes, staring at the wall, not knowing how to look at her, not knowing what to do.

"What happened?" she finally asks. "I got used to your nightmares, but this is the first time you harm yourself."

"Nothing"

Tav sighs and stands up. For a moment, Astarion thinks she will leave him, but she just kneels at her travel bag and gets a healing ointment. He usually applies it to her after fights with monsters while she jokes, "You should see the other guy!".

The ointment prickles the skin and accelerates vampiric regeneration.

"Tell me," Tav asks.

He shrugs. "There is nothing to tell. Nothing you already don't know, just another nightmare. Tell me how the world looks under the sun."

"Astarion, you are my love and my life. But if you keep pretending everything is good when it's not, I will hit you with something heavy."

"You are so adorable when you try to threaten. Like a hissing kitten."

She laughs, and he can't take his eyes off her smile.

Then, Tav takes his injured hand in hers and caresses the knuckles. She waits for him to answer.

"If you woke to me trying to peel my skin off, would you want to know why?" she seriously asks.

He gulps. Of course, he doesn't need to tell now. Tav won't force him. He can tell her later when he feels more like it. Or never tell. It's his right for privacy. But it means Tav will be more preoccupied than usual, that the next sunrise she won't leave his side, that she will offer him her blood more than usual, more than she can give without complications.

Astarion can't do this to her even though he has a right to do so.

"I feel disgusting," he finally admits.

"What?" she is shocked. "Why?"

"I feel my skin is dirty, and no matter how strong I scrub it, I can't escape this feeling. I have done terrible, loathsome things, and the same things were done to me. Any time I touch you, I feel like I taint you, burden you with my own nightmares."

Tav is silent. Her eyes study his face. Is this remorse in her eyes? Sadness? Anger?

"Astarion. I am going to ask you a question", she finally says, "And you will answer it. You will not try to lie. You will not try to banter. You will tell me the truth. Did he force himself onto you?"

Astarion stares at Tav in disbelief. How can she know? How did she guess?

She touches his cheek, and it causes tears to flow again.

"Yes," he answers shortly and bites his lower lip. "Many times. Before he grew tired of me and sent me to the streets."

Tav doesn't say anything. Instead, she opens her arms and hugs Astarion, pressing his head against her collarbone. He can't see her face, but he knows there are tears on her face as well.

"How did you know?" he finally asks. "Tav … did anything… like that…"

"No, I was never assaulted. But every girl, whether she is an elf or dwarf or a human, a peasant, or a noble - knows such things. We are warned about it from a very young age. Even when it doesn't happen to us, we know someone it happened to. I think I guessed the moment you told me about your past."

"You disgust me," he remembers a cruel voice as if its owner wasn't the one who made Astarion disgusting.

She pulls away and kisses his forehead. "You are more than this. More than your trauma, more than your past. You are brave, smart, kind, even if you don’t want to admit it. I know what you are, what happened to you. It's a part of the deal. But please don't hurt yourself. If you do this, you continue Cazador's work. Because he would have mutilated you. The only thing he could not take away from you was your appearance, your face, your beauty. It was the only thing left from the past self. You can't see the reflection, but at least you know you look the same as 200 years ago. And your master needed it to lure victims. He couldn't take it from you without consequences for himself."

Tav puts her hands on his shoulders and looks at his eyes.

"Sooner or later, he would have found someone new, someone innocent to do your job, and he would have mutilated you. He would have taken the only thing you were left with. Every time you try to harm yourself, every time you hate yourself, you continue his job. I don't fucking want this. You don't fucking need this. The bastard is dead. You killed him. We can't change what happened to you. But it means he can't return either."

Astarion puts his hand on his knees and smiles. "I don't deserve you."

"You do deserve me, and I deserve you. There is no part of your body I find disgusting."

Astarion instinctively covers his bite mark. Tav notices it and gently removes his hand. She looks at the bite mark closely as if studying.

Long ago, they agreed he didn't want his bite mark to be touched, and Tav carefully avoided it. He couldn't know what this scar looked like but was sure it was repulsive.

And then Tav kisses the bite mark.

A shiver goes down Astarion’s spine, there is a forgotten memory of being bitten by a hungry monster who didn't know any better than to attack a weak, dying person.

There was a time when Astarion prayed to the gods to save him. Every divine creature he remembered – Lathander, Loviatar, Selune, Tyr, Savras – and a hundred more. No one answered. But what if someone did? He just needs to figure out which one is responsible for making sure Tav is born and survives through childhood, and who put her right in front of the Nauthiloid. When he does, he will become a man of this god.

Then Tav pulls away and looks at the entrance to the hut. "It's still hours till sunset. Is there something I can do to make you feel better?"

You don't need to do anything – the sole presence is enough.

"Сould you give me the book from my bag?"

Tav smiles and opens his travel bag. "There are two books"

"The green one"

"They are both green!" she pointed at the volumes, the cover of the first one was the color of wet leaves, and the other resembled a malachite.

"The one you like more."

Tav hesitates, looking at the covers, and then chooses the second one. When she sits beside him, Astarion wraps his hand around her waist.

"What does it say?" she asks.

"The History of the Western Heartlands," he opens the first page. "But you are going to read it yourself. I don't want you to be dependent on my reading skills."

"Oh", she pouts. "I knew you don't like reading to me!"

"I like reading to you," he says, "And I want to teach you to do the same. Come on, it's not difficult. I need to concentrate on something anyway, and teaching an adult person to read will definitely be a complicated task. I will read, and you will follow the text with your eyes, then I will ask you to repeat what I said. Deal?"

Astarion presses his finger at the first line. "The history of the Western Heartlands is a history of endless battles and destroyed empires.-"

Tav repeats after him. It takes them a few hours just to make it through the first page. He sees her anger when she can't remember a specific letter and almost childish delight when she manages to read the word without his help.

When the sun finally sets, they pack their bags. Astairon helps Tav to put her armor on, tightening the belts, and they leave together into the night.

"You do feel better, don't you?" she asks, walking a few steps ahead of him.

Astarion concentrates on his feelings. The disgust and fear feel like a distant nightmare, something he can easily brush off. Even the bite mark Tav touched so gently stopped causing so much mental pain.

"Yes. I feel great, my love."

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limpfisted · 7 months

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Wyll ravengard is a very funny character because he literally just. Has no idea the terrible things wrong with baldurs gate

Hes like BALDURS GATE IS A JEWEL. It WOULD HAVE WELCOMED REFUGEES 10 YEARS AGO!

Maybe thats true. Ten years ago. I doubt it. But maybe. TEN YEARS AGO. (Tbh I hope it isn't bc that means ulder made the city actively worse LOL)

But descent to avernus is a canon and it takes place the same year as bg3

There were HUNDREDS of refugees from elturel. Even more than are outside the gate now from the absolute

And they ALSO were not allowed in. In fact, some of them are beaten in the streets by the very flaming fist that wyll's dad is in charge of. For the crime of being refugees, I guess.

If u read the 5e stuff about baldurs gate its clear that baldurs gate is a truly terrible and unsafe place to live if ur poor. Even if ur rich its unsafe, but then at least u can stay in the upper city and gamble all day long away from The Poors.

Its a place defined by inequality and crime but also culture and magic and pride

Wyll sees the best in it, he sees the pride and the people and the magic. He was privileged enough to see only the best in it

As much as I love the idea of wyll as a fairy tale prince returning home and everyone loves him---ulder being from the lower city and going versus the nobles is HARD and he has had to fight to keep his power and fight to keep the lower city safe from the guild and make bad deals and lbr to work with the flaming fist, to work with the evil ass patriars, he had to let some things slide

Wyll has his work cut out for him! Just as his father did!

And I think being grand Duke would present an interesting challenge for him as a character, in that he would not be able to solve problems by fighting monsters or killing devils. He has to deal with evils of injustice, even within the people who work for him who protect him and who he may have at one point looked up to

And that's extremely difficult

There is political intrigue and frustrations and tragedy to be had

Wyll genuinely has the compassion and empathy and charm to help baldurs gate.

BUT.

The point of wylls narrative and the stuff with balduran and ansur is very much a wake up call that the fairy tale of his fathers hero balduran is built on lies and there is no one great man that can save baldurs gate. Just like there wasn't one great man that built it

Gortash himself is like, a foil to this because he believes he's the one great man who can fix every problem with literal mind control

It is MUCH easier for wyll to just step away from baldurs gate after all this. And if u let HIM choose, that's what he does

If he becomes grand Duke and his fathers heart of the gate, he becomes responsible and beholden to things we can't imagine

And tbh? Wyll doesn't have that many of his own allies like his Father had. He has to rely on people like florrick, people like the flaming fist. People who respected his father, people who will talk over and take advantage of the 26 year old who stopped his education at 17

His story doesn't really end here, u know? It's really just beginning

In fact with an evil arch Duke everyone genuinely seemed to believe in dead, so many patriars dead, Duke Stephane dead, who knows what happened to vanthampur, the flaming fist had sided with gortash, who knows what happened to the actual upper city watch.

Literally and truly. The story of the absolute, and BALDURAN is finally over. But the story of baldurs gate? Baby thats just beginning

#ooc

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canvasbaby · 8 months

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Trafalgar law x reader part 2

Here part 1 here https://www.tumblr.com/canvasbaby/728309298232442880/trafalgar-law-x-reader

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THIS IS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. READ THE WARNING IN MY FIRST POST PLEASE.

warnings: kidnapping, cutting, description of organs, mentions of rape, dubious-but-basically-non-consent, mentions of drowning, weird doll obsession, blowjobs,

^Lemme know what I missed

Summary: you’ve been with law for a month now. He’s almost impossible to please, but you find a way.

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It’s been about a month since law took you. Every day is the same. He wakes up, you wake up. He feeds you breakfast (literally, your hands are tied back) he leaves for the rest of the day. You’re not sure what he does when he’s gone. You found out from the polar bear, the only crew member allowed anywhere near you, that this is a pirate ship. And law is his captain. Law would occasionally come back to the room. He’d dress you up in cute clothes. Something a doll would wear. He’d do your make up and hair. Pose you on a chair and take pictures. He really like when he could cut off your limbs, or slice your neck. He kept those pictures in his bedside table. Then, at the end of the day he would come back in the room with dinner. He’d dress you down, shower you (cleanliness was apparently very important to him, ironically). And then finally, after the longest days of your life, he’d turn off the lights and let you fall asleep.

He likes holding you close. He like when your heartbeat was in his ear. He confused you. Why would someone as cruel and heartless as him hold you close? Why would he take such care in feeding you and caress your face and coo at you while he dresses you up if he’s just going to slice you up. Your head hurt thinking about it, so you tried not to.

Today, you’ve lost count of how many it’s really been, you’re sitting with the bear for lunch. He’d bring you something like rice balls or soup for lunch every day, claiming his captain was busy.

Bepo, you’d found out his name a bit ago, starts the conversation for today “how’re you feeling Miss Y/N?” Law makes him call you that. It’s weird.

“Okay, I guess” that was your answer every day. What could you do? Complain to him about his own captain? He did seem to feel bad for you, but clearly not bad enough to help you. You take a bite of the rice ball. It’s salty.

Bepo lays down next to you. As much as you hate him for allowing this to happen to you, he’s just so cute!! He reminds you of your dog…

You’re not sure when, but sometime after lunch you’d fallen asleep. You wake up calmly, something that only recently your body’s been allowing. You hear the creak and lock of the door. He’s here. You sit up on the bed, Bepo must have left.

This was the worst part of the day. Seeing him. He was relentless. Any time you think you might actually be able to live your life like this,

“I wanna have fun with you tonight…”

He suggests something like that.

“Okay.” You couldn’t answer with no. No got you in trouble. No got you pinned to the outside of the submarine. No had you drowning constantly. Never being able to take a deep breath. He had kept you like that for a week. Compared to that, this was a walk in the park. And evil park, but a park nonetheless.

Law considered this the best part of his day. After long hours of making sure the ship was running properly, watching the crew so they do their chores, and charting where to go next and planning his next move, he finally got to play with his toy.

He opens the closet and chooses a dress. Todays dress was a pink babydoll dress, with lace accents and puffy sleeves.

Law turned to you and gave you a once-over. “Undress.”

You immediately began stripping. He preferred you without panties or a bra for this part. Weirdo.

After you were properly dressed, stockings and shoes too, he sat you down at his desk and started on your hair.

His hands combing through your hair would feel good under any other circumstance. His long fingers carefully scratched your scalp. He pulled in into pigtails today. His favorite.

“Stand up” he took a step in front of you. “Come here.” He opened his arms for you.

You stood on shaky legs.

His desk had always been messy. You never really paid attention, always just papers and books. He placed you to be in the edge of the desk. Opening the drawer and pulling out a knife, you knew what was next.

You couldn’t anymore. You wanted to really die. As the knife pierced your skin, dragging into your stomach, you belt out a scream. It hurt. So, so bad. The blood ruining yet another dress. The fabric mixing with your now loose skin. His breathing picks up. He drops the knife and leans in. His hand going to caress your wound.

Law leans over you and takes a deep breath. You probably smell like sweat, but he doesn’t seem to care. He lets out a deep groan as his hands tease your insides. The hot white pain blinds you as you feel your stomach go numb. At some point, the pain gets too much for your receptors to process.

Law grinds himself against you. His dick was aching and all he could think about was fucking your new hole he made.

He had raped you a few times before. But mostly when you were already dead, or you would die midway through due to the injuries he causes. When you died like that, you stayed out for a while. Like a dream. A way to escape him.

But the pain would always be unbearable. The pain of his cock dragging through your red insides as he would grab your exposed ribs for support. He was relentless when he got like that, but immediately after he would shower you in compliments (admittedly odd ones) and hold you close.

But the pain. The pain was intense. You felt it everywhere. Impossible to escape the pounding in your stomach and the pull on your ribs. Hurt was an understatement. It was unbearable. Unbeaten. You can’t describe like anything else some poor soul may have experienced. This man was sick.

But right now, he hasn’t gotten to that part yet. He’s still just petting you. Sniffing and holding you. You had the idea to save you, but you’re not sure if you should.

You’d given blow jobs before, and yes they’re uncomfortable, but there’s no way the pain could be worse than your usual sex with law.

So, you swallowed the bile rising up your throat. And got off the desk, standing in front of him.

“What’re you doing? Get on the desk.” His eyes were harsh, but you’d hoped he would go along with this.

“I was thinking.. uhm, you always do all the work..” he looked at you confused, but as you sunk down to your knees he understood immediately.

Now, law was not a very experienced man. The only people he’s had sex with were dead. And you. But you were right, he was doing all the work. It was so much better than his fist, but he couldn’t help but think.. what if he could just receive? So, he pulled up his chair and sat down in front of you.

You gulped. That is is going to be awful. Your shaky hands go to unbutton his pants. Pulling down his pants and underwear (with his help) his sick springs out in front of your face. In any other situation, you’d find him extremely attractive. Especially his dick, but you knew this and his hands were the appendages that caused you so much pain.

So, you spit on your hands and started stroking. He’s immediately feeling it, he grabs your hair and pushes your head closer. You open your mouth and take him in. He’s in shambles. He hunches over you and groans as he starts using your head as a fleshlight.

You can barely breathe. The only thing getting you through this is that fact that it’ll be over soon. It doesn’t hurt anywhere near the pain you feel when he fucks you, but it still hurts.

His cock hitting your now sore throat over and over. His hands gripping your skull for dear life. You look up at him. You’re sobbing.

He cums down your throat as soon as he sees how fucked up you look. Your messy hair, teary eyes. Soaked from the waist down in blood from your now healed wound.

You pull off of him with a pop and look up at him. You need to make him happy. Satisfied. So you open your mouth so he can see some of his cum, and swallow.

He did like that. He stood you both up and kissed you. The most visceral kiss you’ve had with him.

You suppose you did well, because the rest of the evening went on without sex. You’d saved yourself from the pain, but now you’re not sure how to feel. The feel of his cock in your mouth is still there. The horrible taste and the pressure of his hands.

Maybe you’d made a mistake, but at least you’d made him happy.

Idk if I’ll make a part three but if you really want one maybe I’ll give reader Stockholm Syndrome cause I’m a sicko lol

#one piece smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law smut #dead dove do not eat #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #tw rap3

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blorbocedes · 2 years

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cw: discussions of parental abuse or at least purposeful neglect

there is so something deeply 🤐 every time max waves off how jos treated him as a child as discipline, or something he needed, that extra push. and I mean. he's world champion now, so he has no reason to disbelieve it cause it worked.

but man. fuck jos for treating his own fucking child as a vehicle for his failed dreams.

It had to hurt, Jos has said, to understand the consequences of mistakes.

he! was! 14! a kid shouldn't have to be grateful their parent buys them food or ignores them for a week straight while not being allowed to see their mom/sibling.

source: GQ

edit: it's also easy from the outside to see and spot parental abuse for what it is. it's never so black and white, especially in a parent-child relationship. expecting max to one day wake up and hate his father/cut him off because people expect him to do so is unreasonable and unrealistic. you can both love your parent and know what they did to you wasn't right. or you can even go your whole life without acknowledging it for what it was, these things have a lot of nuance, and cognitive dissonance. do not expect strangers to act according to your standards of what's right or what should be done.

ultimately max isn't a child anymore. he doesn't live with his dad, nor does he spend free time with him outside racing -- see: silly season break spent with his mom and sister — that's who he chooses to be around. he is an adult, with his own agency, and when he wins or fucks up now that's on him -- not his "evil dad" "running the strings from the shadows". this is him reminiscing on his childhood, and one that he has justified to himself was worth it.

#mv0 girlies do not interact #no minimising parental abuse #max verstappen #jos verstappen #discourse #parental abuse

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freetobeeyouandme · 4 months

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Chapter 1: The Cleric Zone-of-Truth's Me

It's time!! The first chapter of my Byler Isekai AU is now up on Ao3.

I'm finally ready to start posting this and y'all have no idea how excited I am! All fanfic is self-indulgent, but this one has been more so than others, which feels very appropriate, considering it is 100% the kind of thing Mike would daydream about in class (Cin's words). I also have to credit @iryfic and @fizzseed for the concept. They were discussing a different fanfic idea, had a misunderstanding and came up with this…and since we all wanted to see it, I sat down and wrote it :D

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

High School has, thus far, been the worst period of Mike Wheeler’s life, so it’s not really a surprise for him when spring break starts the way it does. In many ways he should have seen it coming, and in many ways he could have prevented it. If he’d just biked home right after school, accepting that his one week’s vacation would be nothing but hiding out in his basement some more, playing Atari on his own and working on school assignments, none of this would have happened. But Mike has had a bad year, and it being the anniversary of the week his life went from ‘kinda bad’ to ‘absolute hell’ only makes him stubbornly cling to a moment of reprieve all the more. So what happens is this: He takes the long way home, and he drowns.

The way from school to the Wheeler’s house is a straightforward one, cutting through downtown and then the suburban neighborhood he calls his home. It’s a safe path. But when school lets out, Mike doesn’t feel safe, and he sure as shit doesn’t feel straightforward. He has a weird sense of foreboding, as if tomorrow he’ll wake up to find the police at his doorstep with questions about the disappearance of Eddie Munson – except Eddie has been gone for a year now. Mike would know where the former leader of Hellfire Club was these days if he bothered to ask Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, but Mike hasn’t. He knows Gareth and Jeff were in contact with Eddie through Wayne, but Eddie only sent postcards to his uncle, choosing to ignore his friends, and, well, two could play that game. Eddie was fine, that much Mike knew, but Hellfire had fallen apart in his absence – and worse become the source of ridicule and persecution for its remaining members. So, Mike couldn’t care less what Eddie was doing. Eddie didn’t care about them either, after all.

With Eddie gone, Mike only had his basement, the safety of his own four walls, the only place in the world where the bullies could not get to him. And even at home safety was a strong word considering how concerned his parents still were about him falling prey to satanism and the evil doctrine that they, like the rest of Hawkins, couldn’t quite not believe Hellfire had propagated. They had hidden it better than most, but Mike knew their feelings on his hobbies didn’t differ much from the rest of town. Their opinions rarely did.

And so Mike, contrary to what he had promised his mother, contrary to common sense and every reprimand he can bring in retrospective, doesn’t head straight home. He swings onto his bike and veers sharply in the opposite direction, speeding past houses and streets and those wonderfully concerned citizens who all judge him silently as he runs past them – must judge him, for he is known. His face had been plastered all across town on those posters that had been circulating for months even after Eddie had been found at the end of spring break, alive and hale with his runaway girlfriend, who had been everyone’s real reason of concern, let’s be honest.

He doesn’t slow down until he hits the line of trees outside of town, then jumps out of the saddle to push his bike along their shade.

The woods had been another place of safety, back when he had still been a child. If the rain and the years hadn’t washed it away, the wooden castle that they had played in must still be standing, hidden away in between the trees, safe from the town and their judgment. Sometimes he misses that boy who had been so long gone now that Mike doesn’t even remember his name anymore. His best friend, once, and then overnight nobody as his mother packed him and his brother up and hid from her ex-husband on the other side of the country.

They had only sent a single Christmas card, no return address. Reassurance that they were fine – still alive, happier, even – but also the goodbye they never got to say in person as they disappeared just the same way Eddie had. For a while Mike had kept it in a frame on his desk, as if by clinging to the picture he could keep their friendship alive. He’s not sure where the card had ended up afterwards. Probably the trash.

Mike considers walking into the woods, considers looking for the castle, but he knows he’ll be better of with the memory instead of the real thing. The memory is bittersweet, reality can only disappoint.

Maybe if he had gone down the path of nostalgia, things would have turned out differently. Instead, he continues along the edge of the trees and, eventually, inevitably, into the arms of Troy and James.

He doesn’t see them at first, but they see him.

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thebuginthecornerofyourroom · 9 months

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Imagine you're a peasant in a fantasy world round 40-45 years old definitely mature and you live in your village and life is kind of chill you have a farm and some crops and they yield enough that the money is not much but never a problem and you're also somewhat lucky cause you are in an acceptable shape because of working the farm and have never caught any disease and life is calm you hear sometimes news of the stuff that happens in the cities and the magic and adventures and the heroes and stuff and you kinda wanna go there and adventure yourself but you're kinda old and somewhat tired it would be too long a trip and you don't really feel like actually do it and one day you wake up and the air is kinda gloomy like when they said there was a war and some dark magic some years ago and some person in a robe appears in the village and finds you and says he's som archwizard from the capital and some other stuff and asks for your help because you've been appointed by the gods as the next hero and you call them on their bullshit because every hero since the golden ages has been some 18-21 kid with energy and youth power and whatnot and you're a grown ass man that gets pain on his hip when it's going to rain and they break character really quick and they confess that the actual hero is dead because the gods are not very catholic lately and they just appoint idiots that get given some divine power and think they're immortal and invincible and immediately get stomped by a giant or jump to a volcano or just dumb stuff so the gods made a list of backups just in case and things on the capital seem to be very dire because they're there and you're fucking 40 and these kids are so posh and stupid so you sigh and accept whatever power they wanna give you and you don't really feel very different but get given some magical hero weapon which ends up being some retractable pocket knife because you're not really a soldier but them knife cuts very well and peels apples in one go which is impressive to be fair and you get onto this adventure and any and all encounters with monsters and mages and whatever is disappointing because none of these people know how to fight and the heroes just threw themselves to danger stupidly like the giants left you alone after you shared a joint with them and the goblins ended up gathering around the fire to hear stories and the orcs just needed a hand in their farm and the elves let us through after some grown up conversation and you get to the castle and the fucking thing is half ruins and you start to get the idea that the good gods are not very good lately at choosing but the evil gods are shit at it either because this is no dark lord but some kid that found a book and summoned some demons that follow him more for magic mandate than pleasure and curse a couple of pigs and so you go up to him while he's monologuing because of course he does and kick him in the balls and take the stupid book from him and you end up dispelling the demons which are relieved to be fair cause they weren't too keen on going around causing more trouble than necessary and get them kid and the cursed pigs and say you're gonna move to my village and you these pigs and I we're gonna move all this library of stuff you have here and you're either gonna learn to work the farm or be a fucking librarian because this dark magic nonsense cannot continue no more young man and he reluctantly agreed and the mage is baffled because they had not a single fight during the whole trip and you go back to your farm and the kid is calm now he does stuff for the farm and has a school for children and he's kinda happy and the pigs help also and some idiot from the capital came with something about a knighthood and a ceremony and whatever you told him to either buy some produce or to fuck off and he bought a pumpkin and things are good now and you feel kinda fulfilled and nice about the whole thing somehow.

Imagine that.

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luvring · 1 year

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FIRST SNOW

aki + gn!reader | established relationship, just fluff

oh i dislike this a lot actually but keeping it in my drafts makes me want to piss my pants so you know. choose the lesser evil

winter with me masterlist

the forecast says it'll snow tomorrow.

seriously? it's that time of year again?

mm, it could be wrong?

but the next morning you wake up, and frost tinted windows greet you instead of the sun. the apartments across from yours are already coated in white, and you watch a gust of wind shake the trees below you. it’s cold, is your first thought. you almost expect to see your breath when you exhale—maybe you should turn the heater up.

taking a deep breath, you move to get out of bed when an unexpected arm wraps around your waist. it pulls you back into the body beside you where you’re met with a warm kiss to your shoulder, and an accompanying honey-like murmur. "guess it wasn't wrong."

the both of you decide to stay in bed a little longer—aki had the day off, thankfully, and says so as he nuzzles into you, pulling the blanket to make sure it covered your feet. the earth seems to breathe with the wind, its exhales rhythmic frozen blasts of air. you turn to face your boyfriend; he paid little attention to the world outside, eyes closed, more focused on gently rubbing circles on your back and staying warm.

you look down at him. “i’m glad we got matching pajamas.”

“yeah?”

“you look cute. you and your little snowmen.” aki opens an eye to look down at himself, a smiling snowman, top hat and all, staring back. he could hear the amusement in your voice and he huffs. sneaking his hand around, aki pinches your waist and you yelp before smacking his hand away. this time he laughs, kissing your collar and muttering a half-hearted “sorry.”

you take the fabric of his shirt in your fingers, squishing two of the snowmen together as if they were hugging. he had given you a confused stare when you held the pajama set in front of him for the first time.

do you want me to buy it for you?

no, i have my own right here.

…you’re messing with me.

please? we could match.

it hasn’t even snowed yet.

yeah, but when it does we’ll be ready.

you waited on the couch, turning when you heard his slippers against the wooden floor. there was something silly (the most accurate term you could think of) about your boyfriend in a christmas pajama set. he kept fiddling with the fabric and scratching behind his ear, eyes darting down at the both of you every couple of minutes.

you look cute.

yeah, yeah. you look cuter.

the both of you, at some point, started to name all the snowmen out of boredom. you didn’t make it very far, thinking of maybe 7 names before giving up.

you poke each one, pausing when you reached the one that sat on his forearm. "do you remember this one's name?"

aki stops his movements, but doesn’t move from his position against your neck. "which one?"

"this one. with the red toque and scarf."

he looks at the snowman you poke for a second. "you named her pow-pow because the toque reminded you of power's horns."

"oh, so you do care about them," you reply dramatically. aki says nothing, but his exhaled breath is warm as he lightly pinches you again. you laugh, and he seems to melt further into you at the sound.

"aki?"

"hm?"

"do you think we could actually go build a snowman? on the balcony?"

"i don't know if the snow would be sticky enough for that."

"…do you wanna try?"

this time he moves to look at you, resting his cheek against his palm. his lips twitch into a smile. "i think we should make breakfast first."

“but then we have to get out of bed.”

aki hums, leaning into you again and asking against your skin, “and making snowmen wouldn’t need that step?”

“...touché.”

despite your words, neither of you move to get up. you shuffle a little only because your arm starts to fall asleep underneath your boyfriend, who moves to take some weight off of you when he notices. your voice is soft, as if speaking any louder would take this moment away. “did you wanna stay in bed for a while?”

there’s a beat of silence where aki mulls over his answer. he’d be spending the day with you either way, and maybe getting up now would let the both of you do more later. but he can feel your breaths on the top of his head, and your fingers are tracing little hearts and stars on his back.

he can’t remember the last time you were doing it instead of him—most days he found himself the only one up, softly kissing your forehead before leaving for the day. so he takes a breath and pulls the comforter a little higher. the wind rushes past the window again, and he closes his eyes to the brightness outside before mumbling, “mhm, goodnight.”

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ninapi · 8 months

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Atsumu Version ╝

Premise: Atsumu had never been interested in others, to his family and the village he was a good for nothing, a heartless fox possessed by an evil spirit that feeds on his compassion. But to you, he was just like everybody else. Having someone to listen to you and be by your side sometimes can make a big difference in who you become and what you accomplish in life, and so it was for Miya Atsumu.

Word Count: 3065

Note: you can read the first chapter here 😊

Chapter 2: Attachment

The morning sun was still hidden from everyone, still sleeping like the rest of the villagers, yet Atsumu was climbing a tree in the darkness, ready to visit your quarters.

You weren’t expecting any visitors this early, in fact, you were still very much asleep hidden behind the protective net placed over your bed to defend you from little night crawlers.

Atsumu took a moment to admire your sleeping face before showing himself, your lips slightly parted, warm puffs of air leaving them every other minute; the raise and fall of your chest, the peaceful look on your face, defenseless, at his mercy.

But there were no ill intentions within this man, all he wanted was to love and protect you, to take you away from the ones trying to steal you away, to keep you safe for all eternity.

Of course, Atsumu being Atsumu forgot all about how sick you really were. Days were always so much fun with you around, it was difficult to think you were at all sick. But the consequences of his actions would be brought up until later.

“(Y/N) love, wake up.” whispering quietly by your ear, he patted your leg in hopes of getting you ready for departure in no time.

“Tsumu? Why are you here this early?” hearing your sleepy voice made his heart flip, you were just too cute for him to manage sometimes. In all truth, all he wanted was to lay by your side, let you sleep some more, maybe share a sleepy kiss or two, but there would be time for that later, he needed to get you out of there fast before anyone noticed his presence.

“We are running away. I need you to get ready, tell me what to pack I’ll help you with that.” you grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down with you before he could get up completely. “Why are we running away? Did something happen?” your worried expression made him think on his choice of words, there was still time, he could spare a few minutes to cuddle your worries away. Laying by your side, he pulled you to his chest, his lips pressed to your ear as he murmured his plan only for you to hear.

“I can’t live without you, (Y/N)…the villagers…they all want you to marry either the leader or my brother…I can’t let them take you away from me…”

“And running away is the only option? Does my opinion not matter to them?” the resolution in your voice to choose him over the others took him by surprise, yes, he wanted you to choose him, but always had his doubts about who really held your heart.

“They won’t care, all they want is for you to bring pups to the clans…”

“Can’t we…uhm…do that though?” the bright red flush adorning your adorable cheeks made him soft to his core, his lips not wasting any time by pressing soft tantalizing kisses along your jaw line. “Of course we can baby, and we will…but the elders won’t want me as the father…not many like me around here….”

Understanding the situation fully, you untangled yourself from the warmth of his embrace, getting up from bed, “Then what are we waiting for?” a wild grin appeared on Atsumu’s face, following you with his large bag ready to store your belongings with his own.

“But I don’t own any of this Tsumu, everything was given to me by either the leader or Rin…all I have is my old, ragged kimono, the one you guys found me wearing when I arrived…”

“Then get changed into it, we’ll come around. I might not be as rich as them, but I can certainly get something for you. Let’s go, we need to hurry.”

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Running through the forest while it was still dark proved to be an issue. To Atsumu it was easy, he had night vision after all, but you just couldn’t see a thing, constantly tripping over rocks.

“Come here, I’ll carry you.” he gathered you in his arms with ease and ran through the trees, past the waterfall that marked the beginning of the land owned by the foxes. Territory beyond that area was unknown to him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.

There was a rather dry cave by the waterfall, very well hidden from prying eyes, only a few knew of its existence, so he decided to let you rest for a while once you reached it, maybe even spend the night there. Some commodities were hidden there by his younger self, blankets and such available for you to get comfortable and recover from the bumpy trip.

“Are we going to live here, Tsumu?” you were patting the space beside you signalizing for him to sit with you, yet he was still pretty paranoid, looking around and making sure nobody followed you there.

“We can’t this is still within our lands, we should probably go north, I’m not sure where the bakeneko clan gathers, but we could ask around until we find my friend Aran, he will know what to do.” since he didn’t follow your command, you got up from your resting spot, coming behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, breathing in his musky scent combined with the fresh air coming from the waterfall.

“Too bad, this place is nice.” this made Atsumu chuckle, relaxing just a bit and turning around in your embrace to face you.

“You would trade a fancy castle for a dark, cold and empty cave?”

“If the cave comes with you in it, then yes, without a doubt.” An inexplicable feeling rushed through Miya Atsumu at that moment. He wasn’t sure what it all meant but the urge to pounce on you couldn’t be diminished.

To his surprise you were very much willing to see where that would take you two, just as eager as he was to get to know him in a deeper level, to get to understand not just his heart or thoughts completely, but also his body, his deepest desires.

A cave wasn’t the best place for this, mind you.

Thankfully you at least had a blanket to lay on the ground and protect your bare back from the rocks, but being honest, it didn’t matter one bit.

Just having Atsumu taking care of your every need, swallowing your little gasps and cries of pain, turning them into cries of love, was more than one being could take all at once.

Not only your bodies became one that day, but your hearts did too. Understanding beyond comprehension one another.

Your sickly tired body grew stronger the more he stayed within you, the more you shared with the other, the more connected you were, this was not at all related to carnal pleasures, this whole ordeal connected your hearts, mushed them into one, not even words were needed between the two, only gasps and whimpers could be heard echoing in the depths of the cave, a warmth like no other could be felt emanating from your core and had nothing to do with Atsumu’s ministrations…

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Meanwhile, the rest of the boys were going crazy trying to find leads that could help them find you.

Osamu was beyond heartbroken, not being at all useful at the moment.

Rin had gathered all his employees and were searching for you in the forest, while Kita sent his guards to every border of the village to make sure you wouldn’t be able to leave before anyone else noticed. If you placed as much as one foot outside of the village, you would break the elder’s rules and would have to be killed, didn’t Atsumu know about this? He’s usually not thinking about, well, anything, besides himself, of course he didn’t this time around either.

“Was he not thinking of her illness? He’s so stupidly annoying why couldn’t he just play fair like we are all doing?” Suna was fuming at this point, he was certain he’d made a good impression on you, you definitely did on him, he still misses having you around the inn, just like his entire family do as well. They were really hoping you’d be joining their family soon, this was a deep blow for the brunet.

“There are no limits for Atsumu, you know that…” and he was right, whenever he truly wants something, nobody would be able to stop him.

This time though, he had three fierce foxes hunting his tracks, not wiling to sacrifice their future in the slightest.

One of the guards came back looking for his leader, a piece of cloth was found on a dirt path. His words alerted Osamu, who immediately was able to recognize said cloth. “That’s (Y/N)’s hair tie…where did you find this?” he was on the young guard within seconds, sniffing the silky piece of cloth, it reeked of his brother and a sudden surge of violence manifested itself right away. He would pay for this, you better not be hurt otherwise, he would end up being an only child.

“Sir, it was by the dirt path heading north, up the vines.”

“The waterfall…” without further discussions, the three of them made their way through the forest, a new destination set for the pack.

They were all familiar with this place, specially Samu as they used to play around the area a lot during summer months when younger, but he didn’t think his brother would be this stupid and take you to a known place to all his contenders.

Thankfully for them, he was.

Going up the mountain took them a couple of hours, it was in the middle of nowhere and getting lost wasn’t difficult, but Samu could smell you and you were close, his nose took them straight into the entrance of the cave following the delicious scent that he grew to love over time.

What they didn’t expect though was to see you barely covered, floating inside said cave, a shimmery gold glow embracing your exposed skin.

“Damn you Atsumu, what did you do to her?? How is she even floating???” Rin was agitated, pulling on the blanket covering your naked body as to try to get you back to ground level, your lack of clothing now being noticed by the rest.

“Oh no, what did you two do…”

“Ehm…what couples that love each other often do? You know the talk ma’ gave us when we were little…?”

“I know what you did dumbass, I’m asking why??? Why would you do that? She isn’t yours to take like that.” this was the last drop of patience inside of Atsumu, he was still very anxious, even if you clearly chose him, even if you loved him and wanted him just as much as he did. Having to deal with them while being so vulnerable wasn’t ideal.

“She’s not yours either, I didn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do herself!” both were now bumping onto each other in anger, steam coming out of both.

“Can you both shut up and help me getting her down??”

“Why is she floating to begin with?”

A valid question at last. “Without going into details…” Atsumu cleared his throat, “…once we were you know ‘done’, she said she was so happy that her chest hurt. At first, I thought she was just being cute as usual, but then she started glowing and seemed to be in some sort of pain, then you arrived…”

The disgusted face the three of them shared was almost comical, yet they were alerted by the dimming glow coming in from your direction, Atsumu receiving you in his arms gently as your body began its decent on its own. “Baby, are you ok? Does it still hurt?” to this you just gave him a tiny nod, resting your head on his shoulder, “I saw someone, a beautiful woman, she held my hand and welcomed me as her family, then she said everything would be ok now…”

“Inari….”

“What?”

“Time will come when the true heir of Inari is born to humans and will bring happiness and prosperity to the village in decline..

That’s the rest of the legend, she must be the one mentioned in it. The true heir.”

The shock was apparent to everyone, not only were you the most wonderful, the prettiest, the loveliest girl around, you were the savior they’ve been waiting for years to come. But not even after this revelation Atsumu could get his eyes away from you, clear confusion and awe painting his handsome face. “Baby, you’re a fox….”

“What do you mean a fox?” your shaky hand reached the top of your head, caressing one of your newly acquired fuzzy ears.

“The blessing? You got the blessing, babe!!!” he swirled you around, glee making him forget how naked he was and the show he was giving the others by dancing like a dork.

“Wait what? You mean true love? Atsumu is your true love? Why would that be a thing?” Suna didn’t know about your daily rendezvous, didn’t know about how happy he made you, how desperate you both were to be accepted and to be able to live together without being judged by others, without the need of being validated by the elders or your relationship being approved by others.

This is what true love meant, at least to you and Atsumu.

Sacrifices, desperation, attachment.

None of you were confident of being able to live without the other, anything would be better than being apart, anything would be easier, anything would be less painful. Even if that meant leaving family, friends and a home behind. It meant approaching uncertainty with a new extent, finding solutions together, overcoming challenges and even if that called for you to run away, if that would guarantee you’d be together, then so be it. Anything is better than not being able to see each other every day.

The desperation kept growing the more time you spent with the other, lately seeing each other every day wasn’t quite enough, it was almost painful. You wanted him to stay and share your bed at night, just as much as he craved waking up in your arms every morning, he dreamed of having your homecooked meals daily, you dreamed of having him always by your side, to be able to hear his voice at any time you wanted, to have his warmth wrapped around you whenever it was cold.

Attachment was real, and none of you feared it any longer.

Both knew what you wanted for the rest of your lives, and that was to be together.

What did it entitle receiving such a blessing though?

Were you in some sort of contract now? Were you required to meet certain expectations?

“So he won, huh?”

“This wasn’t a game, Suna….Inari, our patron, bestowed upon them the blessing, that means he was accepted as a suitable match for the heir. It is said that she would bring prosperity to our village, and that’s what we all need. In which way or form will that be, I do not know.”

“To me it sounds like we are going to have a big family! Maybe it’s already cooking inside, if you know what I mean~” his annoying smug grin made everyone want to punch him in the gut, yet the loving smile you shared with him left them all speechless. It appears that you were indeed in love with Atsumu, you did want to have his pups, to be his family, it wasn’t just in his head, though, having received such blessing, it should be pretty clear for everyone by now.

“But love, what are we going to do now? Are we going to get some sort of punishment?”

Kita took this as opportunity to jump in the conversation, “Not really, you didn’t leave the village, there’s no need to request a council meeting for this, we’ll just say you went on a picnic. As for Atsumu’s behavior, it was wrong, and he will be punished for attempting to kidnap the princess.”

“He didn’t kidnap me! I came with him willingly and will do it again if I have to!” your angry outburst made Atsumu sigh contently, he knew he’d chosen correctly, this was the woman he fell in love with, someone strong, smart, someone who doesn’t let others step on her, so sexy…

“Whatever you say, (Y/N) but he did get into the castle at dawn and tried to take you out of the village, that could have gotten you killed…”

“But it didn’t. Now, will you stop arguing like I was some sort of price? I made my mind already, and I won’t allow anybody but Miya Atsumu to court me any longer. Now if you excuse us, I need to get dressed…and so do you, my love.” the crazy fit of giggles leaving your lips made Atsumu realized he was butt naked and everyone had seen his manliness fully in display, a weirdly satisfying thought.

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You still didn’t know what receiving the blessing really entitled.

You also didn’t know what being the heir of Inari even meant.

There were still many things that needed to be properly addressed and studied carefully.

But what you did know was that the future was bright and full of love, with your man by your side and a belly full of the seed of love, a brand new family had come to the fox village, one that would bring prosperity to the declining population, one that would change the rules for good, one that wasn’t expected at all, yet quickly gained at spot in everyone’s heart.

You were the best part of Atsumu, or that’s what the masses said. But to you, Atsumu was the best part of you.

It didn’t matter at all what others said, true love comes from where you least expect it, and this time it came in strong, to stay.

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itefi-n-ferlet · 2 years

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❤ I LOVE JELLAL FERNANDES! 💙

He was made as slave since childhood, but he still has a smile for every one, a hant to offer, a word to make everyone feel better! He was a leader and a protector.

He was the first one to blame himself about Sho's plan, and the only one that went to save Erza.

He was tortured for days, beaten, punished, electrocuted, and more, he got MAGIC possesed, and MAGIC brainwashed by Ultear and became a slave from that magic.

Everyone in TOH was there by choice in that moment, but he was the only one without choice bc he was possesed.

Even so, since he took charge of the tower, no person there was treated badly bc happy workers work more, as he, while being possesed, said in the manga, also, every person there learned to use magic if they pleased.

He then was rescued by Erza and Natsu, free himself from possesion and the first thing he did was take Erza's place inside the lacryma and redirected the explosion, saving everyone in there, no one but Simon, died that day, and anyone who said otherwise is a vile liar.

In Nirvana he wakes up thanks to Wendy. His only memory is Erza's name, the most important person for that enslaved lost boy, and even so, he knows he has to stop Nirvana, and the only way is using a destruction seal spell, that' why he activates Nirvana, no as some ignorant will said that he did it to hurt people, Jellal actually was about to destroy the artifact and would have save everyone, even at the cost of his life bc that way he will protect the codes of deactivation, and he will free Erza from himself bc even if he has no memory about TOH, the true Jellal, woukd have never hurt his friends, that's why he cries when Erza tells her about what happened on TOH.

But Brain came, and deactivated the seal, that's not Jellal fault, if you know how to read you will easily realized that, but not anyone is good at reading, so dont worry, here are the pages, these are the FACTS and not biased and wrong interpretations:

Then he gets arrest, even if he is innocent, still he takes the responsability, and he smile when Erza stops his friends that are fighting for him, bc he knows is the best for them, and of course, the best for Erza.

Later, he joins CS, bc he realized he would do more figting against darknest than rotting away in a prison, and he does, with Meredy and Ultear, the fight the evil and protect the innocents.

After that, O6 breaks from prison, he goes to talk with them, they asked is he is going to capture them again, but he says no, that's ridiculous, he only wants to talk, but they attack him firts, and he defends himself and realized that they only will listen if he wins that battle, so he wins it, and tells him the true, if they keep themselves in the dark path, like they wanted too, they will never have the freedom they want, just a reminder, this people O6 they have killed people for real, just remember that Sorano killed Karen just bc she feel like it.

O6 realized that it is true, they dont want to keep themselves in the darkness, and they decided to follow him. THEY DECIDED!!! They are not children that Jellal forced too, they are adults that were presented with a choice and they choosed. Also, you can see in the anime how they left Jellal and Meredy for a while, and they come back to them and protected both of them from Rustyrose, finally THEY DECIDED to join Crime Sòrcière looking for atoning and redemption and the true freedom, something they achieved at the end of the manga, they got a Royal pardon, they become free people, later we learned that Erik and Kinana are dating, and Sorano joined Sabertooth with her sister, bc they were always free to do what they wanted, they were not forced by Jellal. Actually you can see in Rhodonite spin-off that Jellal says to Meredy that he is not chains to bid them, they are free to come and go as they please.

Adding at this, Ultear has said multiple times that she was the one controlling Jellal actions, she brainwashed and mind controlledd him, she was the one that killed Simon, she was the one that killed Meredy's family and village, she was the one that fuck up Jellal's life, even so Jellal forgives her, and doesn't use this facts to absolve himself. He stills feels guilty even if he was innocent in all these, he still wants to protect people from slavery, from tortured, from darkness.

And if we have to add a little of FT100YQ, we see how, even if he has received all the forgiveness from everyone, he still wants to follow his path of protecting people from darkness, bc this is the real Jellal, the little slaved, malnurished, abused, tortured child that always had a smile, a hand, an word to offer to other people that need some light and help in their lifes.

He is an amazing character, sadly, some people are too closed minded, short-sighted and ill-intended to understand his deepness, his richness and his beautiful heart, but I know, there is a lot of people that loves him, and understand him, and care for him... to all of you...

THAN YOU VERY MUCH! 🙇🏻‍♀️💙❤

Ps: You have the right to hate every character you want for any reason, or even without reason, but spreadind wrong information as facts, its bullsh!t.

#fairy tail #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #jerza #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #ft100yq #facts

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maegalkarven · 6 months

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Choosing the frame.

After the dust settles and the wounds close, everyone contemplates what they can and should do now.

The Elder Brain proves to be a formidable foe, but not all is lost.

Or is it?

Set between Empty Prayers and Interlude. (I swear I'm better at chronological order on AO3)

The Dark Urge x Enver Gortash.

Characters: Dark Urge (Nemo), Enver Gortash, Isobel Thorm, Dame Aylin, Wyll Ravengard, Ulder Ravengard, Karlach, Gale, Astarion, Jaheira, Halsin.

POV Gale.

They’re the pitiful bunch survived in the latest attack of prior unknown enemy; harpers, refugees, flaming fists and several cultists who surrendered the moment they saw the Elder Brain.

And what a sight it was, a gigantic monstrosity of the flesh floating in the air, commanding the army of tadpoled marionettes to march on Baldur’s Gate.

And they did that, Nemo and Gortash. It was their plan what went astray.

Gale contemplates if there is any future for them yet, or this is it.

The end.

The drastic failure.

He would still have his backup plan to use the orb as a weapon of mass destruction to deal with the brain, if not for the knowledge newly aligned with them tyrant brought.

What it would save no one. What it would simply turn every illithid-infested person into a mindflayer.

Mystra didn’t care for the fate of all these people; she never cared for the safety of the Sword Cost.

All she ever cared for was the threat the Crown of Karsus posed to her.

And if this isn’t a waking up call.

Gale feels...

He isn’t sure how he feels. Devastated, probably? It’s not every day you find out your goddess and former lover is not what you imagined her to be.

It’s not every day you get disappointed in your god.

And to think he was ready to...

Unbelievable.

But again, all things considered, maybe he is where he is supposed to be; in a circle of kindred spirits and minds. Most of them have some inner or outer struggle going on with one deity or another, even the newcomer.

Especially the newcomer.

It’s not every day one meets a fellow Chosen, and not every day he finds out one of his closest companions is one as well. Or was. They all are falling from grace, aren’t they?

The fact what Nemo and Gortash are involved is not as surprising to Gale as one might have expected it to be; Gale is not a stranger to inner turmoil and deep longing what separation from a lover can bring.

He expected Nemo to have a tragic backstory akin to his - minus the goddess part – but what he didn’t expect was how utterly mutual this romantic obsession of his was. At least that’s the picture he drew for himself after hearing of what have passed in the illithid colony.

And even now Nemo and Gortash are the last to emerge to the small crowded room where Duke Ravengard is holding a counsel.

They look rattled, two disgraced chosen of evil gods, and they also stick close to each other, as if the entire world is their enemy.

It stings a little, Gale would hope Nemo to know he can always lean on him, especially after all support Nemo gave him. The unconditional, nonjudgmental way Nemo has been treating him and his condition got to his heart, as well as Nemo’s begrudgingly good deeds.

And now, once Gale knows the truth about Nemo’s upbringing, he is even more amazed of his friend’s defiance, of his proud and unyielding stance. To defy one’s god, to defy one’s creator...It is not a small deed.

“We need to decide our further actions,” Duke speaks. He has noticed the latest addition to the counsel and, from the slight frown on his face, does not look happy about it. But Wyll, who sticks close to his father, smiles to Nemo and gestures for him to come closer.

Nemo smiles back, warmer than many would expect, definitely warmer than Gortash would expect, if the flash of surprise over his features is of any indication.

“And why are you the one to speak?” the voice rings out from the crowd. Gale knows it’s one of the tieflings before he turns; the girl Nemo saved from the towers, Rolan’s sister. Lia stands tall and proud and refuses to lower her gaze. “You didn’t do anything to stop it from happening, did you?”

Wyll whips his head, ready to respond, but his father ushers him to stay quiet.

“That is true,” he agrees. “And I am in no ways diminish the heroic deeds of the ones who stood against the evil, even if they have failed to defeat it just yet.”

“Well, if so, when let them speak,” Lia insists. “Here they are! Nemo-“

“Oh, sure,” one of the fists argues back. “Let speak the one who started this all mess, that’s a great idea. He is not a hero of this story, but a villain. Another spawn of an evil god-“

“Don’t remember you saving our lives, dipshit,” Cal chimes in. “I do, however, remember you whimpering like a little baby at the first sight of the shadows.”

“Enough,” the duke’s voice rises to the commanding tone and, miraculously, they do quiet somewhat. “Why don’t we let the man speak for himself? A hero or not, it is yet to be decided, but his assistance will be irreplaceable in the battle to come.”

“What battle?” one of the harpers argues. “Where will be no battle, this will be a slaughter-“

“Do not lose hope,” Isobel tries. “The situation is looking grim, but I’m sure together we will find a way-“

“Not really taking advice from a daughter of Ketheric Thorm,” one of the Flaming Fists spits. “When were you going to tell us all of this is because of you, eh, Isobel?”

Nightsong steps forward.

“One more word out of your mouth and I will rip that tongue out-“

“How about we all take a deep breath?” Wyll, a poor soul dedicated to diplomacy, tries. “Listen to the ideas the few of us have and not spend time in endless squabbles? We all are upset, scared, shaken by that has happened, but blaming each other is not a way to fix it. And we need to start fixing it right now, before it’s too late.”

“Listen to Wyll Ravengard,” Nemo finally manages to get to the small stage in the middle of the room and, with Wyll’s help, climbs it. “And also listen to me, for I am one of the very few people who knows what we’re dealing with. It is true what I am a child of Bhaal,” he meets the gaze of the fist who called him out before and the man lowers his gaze first. “My involvement in the plot what lead us to where we are now is also true. But,” he raises a hand to stop several people from speaking at once.

“I am not here to apologize. Yes, you heard me; no apologies will be said today, for none of you know what it is like to have a father, a god, such as mine. None of you are in the position to judge me. And if, per chance, you decide to judge me, where will it lead you? Nowhere, I say, for you need me to survive this mess. You need me and you need my close ally Lord Enver Gortash,” several heads turn and said man tips his head slightly and proceeds to the stage. Gale hears Karlach curse under her breath.

“It is true what him and I created this plot, under the command of cruel gods you know as The Dead Three,” Gortash, on his part, has no trouble climbing the stage with no help needed. “Ketheric was the Chosen of one of these gods: Myrkul, Lord of Bones.”

“It was with Myrkul’s power,” Gortash smoothly joins, hand coming to rest on the side of Nemo’s back naturally. Gale hears Astarion huff and turns just in time to see the man roll his eyes.

Interesting.

“What the beloved Isobel Thorm was returned back to us,” the lord smiles and alright, he is not without the charm of his own. Wyll looks mildly annoyed by his interference, but since it was Nemo who quite literally asked the man to join, does not argue against it.

“Ketheric Thorm was a man who sold his soul more than once, first to Shar, and then to his last master. And all,” a dramatic gesture. “In the name of love.”

“I didn’t ask for that,” Isobel tries, even thought everyone knows she doesn’t need to defend herself. Yet some part of her seems to believe she has to, for in some awful, twisted way the cursed lands around them is her fault.

“It is not your fault your father’s grief changed him so,” Aylin tries, but even Gale sees her words give little comfort.

“Let’s not condemn the children for the sins of their fathers, shall we?” Nemo chimes in. “No one is blaming Isobel, we all know she was the one who singlehandedly kept the Last Light protected from the Shadow Curse.”

“That’s true! She saved us from the fate worse than death!”

“She defied her father!”

Isobel smiles weakly, grateful. Nemo smiles back.

“And now,” he looks around; making sure everyone is paying attention. “Ketheric Thorm is dead. And the age of the shadows is over,” a loud cheer goes through the room like a wave. Gale catches Lord Gortash smile like a cat that just got the cream.

“We have defeated the Curse,” Nemo continues. “Our friend Halsin ventured into the lands so dark and lifeless very few get to tell a tale about them, and returned victorious. Because of him, because of everything he did, everything every single one of you, Flaming Fists, Harpers, the brave souls who dared to walk into the deepest depths of Shar’s temple did – we have defeated the curse.”

Aylin beams.

“Do not let the looks deceive you,” she booms. “Do not let the cursed bloodline running in my friend’s blood discourage you. For when I gaze at him I see an ally. I see a man who looked into the face of the abyss and refused to succumb. I see a man who brought the light into the darkest corners of the darkest of places. I see a man whose cruel father put him against his own sister, and I see a man who was worthy of the sacrifice,” a sharp piercing look into Gortash’s direction. “Unknown to many. You look upon those men, those former chosen of gods, and see villains. I gaze at them and see hope. I see conviction what no matter how dire things might look, there’s still a way out. For if the worst of us are capable of selfless deeds, when what are the best of us are capable of?”

“Did she just call me ‘the worst of us’,” Gale can imagine this is what Gortash murmurs into Nemo’s ear. Nemo smirks.

“She might have meant Ketheric, you’ll never know,” might as well be his smug reply.

“I’m pretty sure she meant me.”

“Relax, a daughter of a goddess just praised your deeds.”

“I can see why Ketheric hated her so much.”

“Well, Ketheric’s opinion notwithstanding, we really need her support. You’re lucky she likes me.”

“I can’t see why.”

“I will tell you what we’re capable of,” Aylin continues, oblivious to the conspicuous whispering the two men are having. “Anything. Together we can do anything we put our mind into, defeat any evil. The Elder Brain is powerful. It is an enemy we have never fought before. But it, as any other enemy, can be defeated.”

“Indeed it can,” Lord Gortash raises his voice once again. “First step to defying the enemy is knowing the enemy, and this is where I come into the view. Some of you know me, many of you distrust or even hate me, but I assure you this will come to pass quite soon. For you will have no better ally and no more knowledgeable advisor than me, unless, of course, you count mindflayers, and they’re of uncooperative kind. Luckily for you, I,” a generous and quite dramatic gesture. “Am willing to help.”

“I know the Elder Brain and know how it operates, and trust me when I say you’ll need all the allies you can get if you even hope of winning this battle. An Elder Brain is supremely powerful organic calculator, a mental machine able to process a vast number of simultaneous thought processes. It is always a hundred moves ahead, and cannot be surprised except by a sudden confluence of unexpected variables,” he smiles, observing the silence what has fallen over the room.

“But luckily for us, we are those variables. We are the most unlikely of people to work together, the least possible allies, and this is why it might just work. The Elder Brain is the entity beyond mortal comprehension, but it doesn’t mean it cannot be subsided. It has been done once already, in a calculated plan to overpower it. And it did work, if for a while.

The reasons for why it worked and why it fell apart are irrelevant now, but I assure you all we need is ourselves and the minds we bear. The Elder Brain has no weakness but the unexpected, and it means we need to be just that – unexpected, unpredictable, completely out of any line and form of rationalization. And what is more unexpected than yesterday’s masterminds turned today’s saviors? What is more unexpected than all of us, working together towards one common goal?

What goal, you may ask me. Survival. Such a simple word, isn’t it? And yet it drives us all, this deep-rooted need to overcome what comes our way. To live, to see the other day. I don’t know about you, but I am not yet ready to die. I expect to have a long and fulfilling life. And what about you?”

He looks from face to face, as if capturing them in his mind, cataloguing and putting into categories.

A clever man indeed, Gale has to admit, and good with words. Probably good with his tongue too, if Nemo’s blind loyalty to him is of any indication.

“Do you want to die? Are you ready to lay down your weapons and simply give up? I find it hard to believe. No, you,” he gestures at the harpers. “Who fought the losing battle against the undying enemy? Or you,” another one, this time at the fists. “Who fought to protect the innocents despite all odds being against you? Or even you,” now at the group a part of which Gale himself is. “A bunch of damned and unlucky, happened to be at the wrong time at the wrong place. Tadpoled, frightened, hunted for life, but fighting on. Are you willing to die? Or are you going to stand up with me and see the other day?”

Some whispers, someone cheers.

“Are you going to do the impossible or will you give up before even trying?” more cheers.

“Will you get your lives back or will you quit?” at this point the cheering is almost deafening.

“A good speech,” Jaheira comments. “Too bad he doesn’t mean a word he says.”

“He doesn’t,” Karlach agrees with a scowl. “But damn if they’re not eating from his palm already. I’d thought it would take more for him to trick them all. Turns out I was wrong.”

“They’re scared,” Halsin tries. “They’re lost. They have entered one battle and were thrown into another, so much bigger than everything they have always known.” The druid frowns. “And he is using that against them.”

“Well, whatever he is doing,” Astarion chimes in. “It seems to be working. And damn if I am not a little inspired myself.”

“I know what you mean,” Gale agrees. “I can see how Gortash managed to achieve the heights he did, if these are the kind of speeches he gives.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Karlach begs. “It’s bad enough he has Nemo wrapped around his finger, worse yet the entire crowd of people who should rightfully hate him.”

“To be fair, he did save Nemo’s life.”

Karlach scoffs.

“And I still don’t get why,” she runs her hands through her hair. “He had nothing to get out of that, nothing.”

Halsin coughs.

“Is it possible he did it out of...well, the affection he holds towards Nemo?” he tries. “They do seem to be locked together quite tight.”

“Don’t remind me,” Karlach sighs. “I can’t stand to watch how ridiculously proud Nemo looks right now. Damn straight swooning at the spot."

“What can I say, Nemo knows what he likes. Or, well, who he likes.”

“His taste is shit-“

°°°

“Wow,” Nemo laughs. “I haven’t had this rush of adrenaline since Methistar. Good job.”

Enver smiles and moves to catch Nemo’s face into his hands. It was an efficient speech, all things considered, even though most of it Enver just bullshitted though, adding there and there the facts he has learned about the Brain.

But it seemed to work, the general gloomy mood lifted, and, more importantly, it gave him a break to collect his thought and think ahead.

With Bane and the Church out of picture, he required a lot of thinking.

Rewiring the entire strategy will not be the easiest task, but Enver is up to it. If anyone can do it, it’s him.

But that, too, can wait.

“Still got it in me, huh?” he chuckles, though he doesn’t really need any conformation, not with the way Nemo stares at him, wide eyed and entirely lovesick.

Here, that’s better. His sweet, dear, bloodthirsty partner.

And to think Enver almost lost him.

“You were excellent,” Nemo all but purrs, leaning into the touch. “As ever. Never change,” he leans for a kiss, planting the softest, feather-light one up Enver’s mouth.

Then, as quickly as he leaned in, he suddenly pulls away.

Enver follows, trying to capture familiar lips under his, but the assassin prevents him from that, tears out of his hold and takes a step back.

“Nemo?”

The Bhaalspawn blinks.

“It was too easy,” he murmurs, blinking some more. “Too fucking easy. Of course it’s not done just like that,” more blinking. “Of course he is not letting me go. And with Orin out of the reach-“ he gasps, then bends in half.

“Nemo,” Enver tries to reach for him, but gets swatted away unceremoniously.

“Don’t touch me,” Nemo growls, and it is a growl what makes Enver pause. This is not a human sound; this is a howl of a beast what has no place coming out of Nemo’s throat.

Of course, he thinks. Bhaal has gone nowhere.

“Control yourself,” he tries, adding steel to his voice, but Nemo just laughs.

“Control yourself?” he gasps. “You have no idea what it is like, no fucking idea. And why would you? No one understands what it’s like to be Bhaal’s favorite, no one can ever-“ another growl tearing out of his throat. “Get...help.”

“What?”

“I said get help,” Nemo cries out. “Get Karlach or Wyll, or, for god’s sake, get Aylin here, I’m sure she can hold me down.”

“You don’t need their help,” Enver tries and knows instantly he is lying even to himself. An awful, loud sound of the bones cracking comes rattling through the room and Nemo screams. “Alright,” he decides. “I will,” another pained cry instead of an answer. “I’m sure Nightsong can-“

“Just go!” Nemo chokes out as his flesh tears, white bones showing though the gaps. His limbs shake and twist and it’s about the end of Enver’s endurance.

He goes to get help, leaving his ally alone in a dark, cold room.

With nothing but Bhaal in his head.

#empty prayers au #dark urge: nemo #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #bg3 #lia really said 'nemo did nothing wrong' and cal cheered #they're biased but nemo did save them twice #if mol was there she would bite someone #but mol is in bg already probably #nemo is going though some shit #love it how no one acknowledges ketheric's sacrifice. not even isobel #it's the least he could do after all the shit he made the cursed lands go through

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str82theheartpls · 1 year

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There’s no reasoning with crazy evil

Grimes recently told Lex Fridman that if she can be anyone for a day, she’d choose to be “definitely Hitler or Stalin” because she wants to “understand evil.” She explained that she’d want to prevent evil from happening and fix it when it does by understanding it. This is an idea that I’ve seen a lot recently: that if we can only understand evil we will once and for all be able to destroy it.

But isn’t that a little… simple? And does hate offer us anything to understand? I’m going to argue that the idea of understanding evil in order to destroy it is exactly what evil people want you to do. They want to be understood, and they want to share their ideas. Especially if they can be understood without actually ever being held accountable for their evil or having to in turn understand the people they’re evil to.

First, let’s define evil. For the purposes of this essay/blog post/rant, I’m going to define evil as a profound hatred toward a specific group of people that results in violence toward that specific group. So following this definition, Voldemort is evil because he hates muggleborns and encourages his death eaters to do the same. A real life example of evil would be Hitler. A modern day example of evil would be neo-nazis and white supremacists. I’m going to say that Tucker Carlson (has repeatedly defended white supremacists) and Elon Musk (supports white supremacists online and recently said the Texas mass shooting, which was done by a neo-nazi, was a psychological operation) are evil. So now that evil is defined…

The idea that evil should be understood in order to be destroyed is not new. In The Art of War, Sun Tzu wrote, “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.” More recently (in 2017), Elizabeth Svoboda wrote, “... If your venture into the depths of human evil motivates you to resist evil in the real world or educate others about how to resist it, it’s a productive—even virtuous—use of your time.” (I do agree with this, highly recommend reading the article, and would put a lot of emphasis on the if in that quote.)

So historically, trying to understand our enemies has been described as not only wise but also moral, possibly virtuous. And there is a definite need to keep up with your enemy, so that you can strategize how to defeat them of course! A good example would be Harry Potter sharing a connection with Voldemort, and through it seeing his moves and plans (trying not to give too much away).

But where do we, in the world of nonfiction, draw the line? When does someone’s opinion become a call for violence? And when does it go from understanding your enemy in order to predict their moves to treating your enemy’s vile beliefs as some kind of puzzle that needs to be solved?

Another call for understanding evil comes from the field of psychology, and our growing comfort with therapy as a solution for those struggling with their mental health. Many have called for better mental health services in the wake of mass shootings, believing therapy to be the only viable solution in the fight against extremist beliefs that lead to these atrocities. But if therapy was able to “fix” people, wouldn’t abusers who go to therapy stop abusing people? As many, many, MANY sources have indicated: therapy does not “cure” or “heal” abusive people. It just gives them more tools to better abuse and manipulate people.

Hate is an emotion, not a thought. It’s not based on logic and therefore can’t actually be well understood or explained. Tucker Carlson (who I previously defined as evil) has lied A LOT. Neo-nazi and white supremacist rhetoric is not based on fact, it’s based on a distorted and warped view of reality that is muddled with feelings of being-better-than, entitlement, disgust, anger, and hate. Anyone who has read a recent neo-nazi mass shooter manifesto can tell you that (I’m not going to link to any).

The final call for understanding and reason comes from within the house. The call is coming from inside the house! If we continue to believe that we need to understand and reason with evil people, then we’re going to continue being victims of evil people. The Problem with Jon Stewart is an excellent example of this. We can have these conversations and try to reason with hateful people all we want, but ultimately our efforts won’t change their minds and won’t teach them empathy.

Did WW2 end with a conversation where leaders calmly explained to Hitler why he was so wrong and evil and fucked up? Did Mussolini change his mind and denounce fascism after a couple rounds of therapy? Did Tucker Carlson try to understand the electronic voting machines he so adamantly attacked? Will Ron DeSantis sit down with the immigrants and listen to their stories? Will he empathize with them fleeing violence and coming to the U.S. to seek a better life? The answer to the first two is no. And while Tucker Carlson and Ron DeSantis still have time to get their shit together, I wouldn’t count on it. So why should I (and WE) attempt to understand evil people who actively hurt others?

Grimes’ idea of understanding evil in order to defeat it is not only old and stale, but also ineffective. As someone closely tied to Elon Musk, and as someone who has engaged with white supremacist content herself, it’s not at all surprising that she would make this argument. She wants us to try and “understand” these people, because she knows the real solution to neo-nazism, white supremacy, and all evil is not as kind.

Author’s note: My point is that there isn’t really anything to understand in evil, and that we as people fighting evil need to recognize it for what it is. Some people have a huge capacity for evil and are not interested in doing good. I’m not calling for violence and I don’t condone it. These views are completely my own.

#me #mine #blog #girl blogger #social commentary #or something #grimes #lex fridman #politics

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greypetrel · 9 months

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☼for all your kiddos! :]

Hello there! :D Thanks for asking, this has been fun!

Tis the prompt list

☼ - appearance headcanon

Alyra: Appearance is but another type of armour, and she likes pretty things, borderline on being vain. She totally can live without it, but she likes dressing up, fancy dresses and long gowns. Her favourite part about herself is her hair, she likes the colour very much. When she was with the clan, she never let it grow past her shoulders for practical reason, but the moment she settles down in Amaranthine and realizes she has time and the occasion... She'll go for a trim every once in a while and let it grow, and she'll start to sport more and more complex crowns of braids. How much time does she spend on it? Not important, don't worry about it, her morning routine is as methodical as her ruling.

Raina: She has mild gender dismorphia when she wears skirts. Her teen years were miserable because Leandra insisted on her dressing feminine and keeping her hair long. When she was 19 she chopped it all off after a quarrel, and when she discovered that her mother didn't disown her, she never looked back. She's pretty good at cutting hair, actually (she won't pay for an hairdresser). As for clothes, she likes to dress up every once in a while, will love how she looks in your our-world Regency fashion. Her wardrobe has a strict palette of black, white and red. She started to wear kajal on her eyes after she started spending more time with Isabela. She made her up for fun once, Raina liked herself in it and kept the habit, knows how to do a cat eye on herself and others, and quite enjoys lipstick. In a modern world she'll hate foundation with a passion, tho.

Garrett: He pays a lot of mind on his physical appearance. In a modern world, he'll be your local gym guy, who'll wake up at 5 am to get to the gym before work. He never skipped an arm day and it shows. Fenris likes this element. His body is a temple and he'll care very much for it. Elected best Beard in Kirkwall 9:36 (and best beard in Skyhold 9:41, Aisling -the jury- was tipsy when she said it but he'll take it as an official victory and brag about it). He pays considerably less attention on his clothing. He is the kind of person who'll buy the garment he likes 10 times, and get on with his life, so he doesn't have to think about what to wear too much. He would define it as a capsule wardrobe, Raina will define it as having an uniform like Donald Duck.

Aisling: She doesn't understand fashion, Josie tried to explain it to her, but it all entered one ear and ran out from the other. She likes dressing fancily, every once in a while. In the Inquisition she discovered that she likes skirts and dresses, but she will unironically say that shoes are an evil way to oppress people and will fail to comprehend the exact purpose of socks ("Why would you wear shoes if you need a garment to protect your feet from them? WHY?"). She cares much more for practicality than for aesthetic, but will only wear coloured garments if she can choose. She doesn't like black for wearing, and white even less because it will get dirty too quickly. She's very good at braiding hair, loves braiding other people's hair and for other people to braid hers.

Radha: She has a magpie brain and likes shiny things a lot. She loves jewelry, necklaces and earrings in particular. When she wore her hair long, she loved to braid baubles into it. Little trinkets of metal or shells. Nonetheless, she has a love/hate relationship with her hair: it's curly and soft, she'll take great care of it and treat it often with olive oil to keep it nourished and shiny, since curls are dry. She always smells like olive oil, as a consequence. But, she is annoyed by it, she hates when it gets in her eyes, how it gets poofy when it rains, how she can't comb it without soaking it. She loved when she wore it long and she and Aisling made turns to braid each other's hair, but she's really more comfortable with it being short. She won't go out in the morning without make up on. Always a thick line of kajal on her eyes, she perfectioned the cat eye technique, and loves a good rouge on her lips.

#headcanon asks #characters headcanon #alyra mahariel #raina hawke #garrett hawke #aisling lavellan #radha lavellan

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@ussjellyfish and @purlturtle 🤗🤗 two tags, I feel so wanted. Thank you guys!! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

82. More than half are Once Upon a Time as that was the fandom I started writing with my AO3.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

942,705 which is annoying. I have quit fanfic for the time being and not having made the million is disappointing. I mean I have written more than a million I am sure as I never cross posted anything from my fanfic.net account and I have some on my HD I never posted.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

None at the moment. I still have much affection for Sanctuary, Warehouse 13, The Librarians and Star Trek. There were a number of ideas on my list that I never got round to writing. I feel nostalgia for it but with my spoons (or lack thereof lately) I have to choose. I can’t write original and fanfic, and for now I am wanting to write original.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fall All Over Again (Once Upon a Time) - 181

Before the first Dark Curse the Evil Queen had a paranoid moment, which meant in cursed Storybrooke, Gold and Lacey were married. Therefore when Belle falls over the town line - Lacey returns. Everyone is shouting at her, and everything is wrong, so Lacey does something she never did once in 28 years of marriage, she turns to Gold for protection. In turn Rumplestiltskin does something that Gold never did in 28 years of marriage - he tells Lacey that he loves her. Belle loved him, so can Lacey fall for him all over again or will the curse mask true love forever?

and the Brighter side of Life (The Librarians) - 150

When Eve takes Flynn home, to meet her parents, she realises with dawning horror that he’s the first serious boyfriend they’ve ever met. The secrets of the library mean her parents know so little about her life, and her new status as an immortal threatens to create a gulf between them. But for now she still has her parents, and it seems if her mom has anything to say about it, the entire annex has gained her parents too.

Painting Layers of Love (Once Upon a Time) - 137 [Abandoned/Incomplete]

Belle French lives alone and she likes it that way. She’s lived alone ever since the terrible car accident which killed her mother and claimed her eyesight. Belle spends her days painting, in complete solitude, until one day she wakes up and hears movement outside. Somebody has moved into the cottage next door. She had grown comfortable in her solitary existence until Mr Gold crashes into her life. Now her future is uncertain, like a blank canvas, waiting for her to apply the paint and decide what kind of story she is creating.

All I Needed (Once Upon a Time) - 129

When Emma told her high school sweetheart Neal, that she was pregnant a month before graduation, she didn’t know what to expect. The last thing she expected to find was a family, and a place to call home.

Transposing Digits (Once Upon a Time) - 122

The phone in the library had always been silent, until one day it started ringing. Belle French answers it and discovers that life really can turn on a dime - or in this case a wrong number.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes mostly. AO3 has stopped emailing me even though my profile says I should get them (I have checked and they aren’t in spam) and if I delay too long I feel awkward about replying. Also sometimes I don’t if I am unsure what to say. But mostly yes I do reply because every comment I receive is treasured, and I want them to know I am grateful.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really do angst - I am Team Happy Ending all the way. My first thought was “The Beauty and the Tragedy” (Once Upon a Time) because the original ending was totally angsty. But I felt bad as even though it was poetic it was sad, so I added an alternate ending happy ending the very day I posted. So I think probably “Ghost of a Memory” (Timeless) as that was just pure pain. Both of these were character death, so not like me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh man I have quite a few pure fluff. The most sickly sweet zero angst, zero anything but sugar though is probably the amusing (for the question) titled “Happy Ending” (Sanctuary). My OT3 got married.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Fortunately I don’t think I have. I don’t think I am popular enough to have attracted it. I did once get two commenters arguing with each other which didn’t feel good.

9. Do you write smut?

Not anymore really. I did for a time. It was a very big thing in the Rumbelle fandom and I wanted to fit in. I don’t regret it as it was a good writing exercise, and it allowed me to explore a wider range of ideas. However, once I started to drift from the fandom I lost the urge to write it. I wrote mild smut (more feelings) in my Time Will Tell (Sanctuary) fic as it was an important part of the character development/plot. I think if I ever write it again it will be along those lines.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes. I have written a couple. They are always the most fun. It’s great to put certain characters together like I loved having Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary) and Claudia (Warehouse 13) meet. I regret that in that crossover I didn’t manage to get HG and Helen ‘on screen’ together. The name clash aside, they are two fascinating women who have a lot in common. I did have on my ideas list more of a Warehouse 12/Sanctuary crossover (with time travelling Myka) but I never got round to writing it. My problem is my fics are so long and writing basically novels is time consuming. Anyway one of the easiest ways to crossover is I have something of a hobby of basically taking the Ancients (Stargate precursors) and seeing how many universes I can crossover with them as a backdrop. Such fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not of which I am aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Don’t believe so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

You may laugh as this but I am 99% sure the answer is no, and yet I have some weird paranoia that says maybe? It’s like I think I have forgotten something. Yet I am sure the answer is no. Stupid brain.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

When I’m obsessed I am really obsessed. Like I go all in super hard. But like a flame the hotter I burn, the shorter it tends to live. Afterwards it’s not that I don’t like it anymore, it’s just that it’s not an all consuming thing, and then I find something else to go crazy about.

But that being said if I have to pick one then I will probably say Bering and Wells (Warehouse 13) as it seems to have the most sticking power thus far. I do wonder if that’s because I fell into it when I wasn’t writing, so my obsession (like a fire) was banked and therefore has lingered long term. I still like to take part in the gift exchange every year. And next year if I have the spoons I would like to put together a Bingo for the fandom. With having given up fanfic I’m not really active in any other fandom at the moment. I would like to do some more fanart but aforementioned spoon shortage - it’s a problem.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Beyond the Lake. It was a Rashoman Job inspired Librarians fic, crazy complicated which is why it didn’t get done but the concept compels me. I can call this a WIP as I did write a couple of chapters. There was also my Noir Warehouse 13, I had I don’t know 10 pages or so starting on that? But alas never to see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

95% or so of the time I finish what I start. I have a couple of abandoned fics on AO3 (guilt, guilt) and yeah there’s a few on my HD. But I have written several long novel length fics, and they did get done. So I think I have reasonable discipline.

I’m also never short of ideas. I can come up with something for any prompt if required (probably), and I do like my ideas. I mean I suppose I would (they are mine) but yeah I think the ideas are good. I sometimes doubt my ability to realise them but the ideas themselves, solid.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Many.

I used to think my biggest issue was description but while that does need serious work, I have a far bigger problem - my characters think too much. They don’t talk to one another. When they have a problem they think about it, no conversation. It makes it very static and not much action or banter.

Truthfully I think it’s because I personally think about everything far too much. I don’t talk to people with speaking (I type on discord a lot) but actual conversations? Barely ever. Mum checks in on FaceTime with me almost every day but if it wasn’t for that I would go literal weeks without talking to a soul probably. So anything that happens I am hardwired to think about it - not talk about it - ergo I have absolutely no idea how to craft conversations. What do people talk about?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

You know it’s funny I have been contemplating this in my serial recently This particular case is set in France and so a lot of people should be speaking French. In the end I decided not to worry about it for the first draft. I think in revision I will sprinkle in some flavour words (like please, thank you etc.) and then keep the dialogue in English but try and make it sound like a plausible speech pattern for them. Maybe say it’s in French but if my character speaks French, then they understand so it’s written in English. I don’t know. It’s like when I try and write Sanctuary with The Five from the 19th century, they sound very different from someone like Claudia who is all pop culture references. I want it to feel accurate but also the reader needs to understand and in novels having a variant of subtitles might be annoying.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This says wrote for, not published. I am relatively sure I wrote some self-insert Famous Five adventures when I was about six (long before I knew fanfic existed). I definitely messed around with some Diagnosis Murder when I was 9 (again before I knew fanfic existed). Obviously, when I was 11, The Royal/Heartbeat was the first actual fandom, with the posting and everything. I explained how that came to be before.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ooof. I think… I really liked and the Sins of Atlantis the Librarians/Sanctuary crossover. It was entirely self-indulgent and a lot of fun. I also had fun with the Odyssey: Future’s Legacy (Warehouse 13/Sanctuary) crossover. The Star Wars fusion Across the Stars I did for Once Upon a Time was also cool. Sometimes I have these ideas and they just work for me, they like click something in my brain and unroll and mesh together, and just yes. The Beauty and the Tragedy doesn’t even read to me like I wrote it, there’s a clever poetic twist that is so unlike me. I have a soft spot for quite a few fics. It’s not that I think I wrote them well (I didn’t) but the ideas sing to me. I am my own audience in this respect.

But I think ultimately my answer has to be Between Two Fires, a Once Upon a Time fic. Set on a made-up sci-fi world. I could picture it clearly and it riffs off the Jack and Irina relationship in Alias. It was quite a short fic but there is so so much more of it in my mind. Truthfully one day that will probably get expanded and changed to be an original novel trilogy. I have notes. That fic just stuck with me, there is something there to be developed.

Tagging: @tinknevertalks, @ladyelysandra, @enterprise-come-in, @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter, @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

The questions!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#Sam talks writing

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It's the weekend and I'm trying to forget about the world for a while.

Choose one - and there's lots to choose from this time.

Hardcore discipline with Ransom. You both just came back from dinner at his parents. You were charming and Linda fucking loves you. And that makes Ransom mad. He needs to take out his anger on you, but you know he'll make you feel so good.

This asshole mammas boy is not only going to slap you with the switch, but he's going to get it nice and wet with your juices until he slides it right in, all the while taunting you and gearing you up for a good hate fuck later on. After you've been disciplined.

Mob Steve is fucking in love with how good of a girl you are. He showers you in gifts and makes sure you wake up to a tongue on your pussy every day - his tongue. But every now and then he needs to remind you that even though you're his princess - he's fucking King. He loves to slap your ass and wet his slacks on your tears as you count them out. You know those nights are important to him - something he needs. You also know that he's going to take your ass tonight because he always does when he's in these moods and not particularly gentle about it either. But he'll make it up to you. His aftercare includes an incredibly long bubble bath as he gets you off again with his fingers.

Colin Shea has officially entered Daddy territory and all it took was him laughing at the idea of that particular kink and you absently calling him "Daddy" to change his mind. He's officially hooked and damn has he taken to it like a fish to water.

Ari woke up absolutely ravenous for you. He wants every part of you. He wants his tongue in your holes - all of them - before he sinks deep in that cunt of yours. He's going to be all about overstimulation tonight to the point you're weeping and begging him to stop.

Such a good little housewife. Damn, Andy loves filling you every chance he can get. His cock is amazing and beautiful and his expertise in getting you off - even more. He doesn't like you working, prefers you at home so that when he gets home he can sink right into you. He's an amazing husband and lover and just wants you to be happy at home.

Lloyd has been watching you for a while. You're his target but goddamn his cock gets hard at the very thought of hearing your cries. He can't take it anymore and plans to finally empty his balls inside you, but fuck if he's not gonna get those beautiful tears from you first. If you ever had a noncon fantasy, he's about to fulfill it for you when he wakes you in the middle of the night. Yes you'll come and you'll come hard. But it's because he wants it.

Curtis has officially made it to the head of the train. He bathes regularly and trims himself to exactly what you desire. You're his fucking queen and the two of you rule the train together. He fulfills all of your desires - including the one you've never shared with anyone before.

THIS IS VIOLENCE! DO I HAVE TO PICK JUST ONE? DO I? CAN’T I LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN A REVERSE HAREM WITH ALL OF THEM? CHRISSSSSSS!!!!

😩, fine, it pains me, like seriously this feels like betrayal of the worst kind, but I’ll pick one, though I can’t choose.

Colin is out, I can’t imagine him being called daddy or having a daddy kink.

Next who’s gone, it’s Steve, I already have my mafia king Steve from the other day and even though he keeps me bred and full of his offsprings, he’s very satisfying on sexual front.

Then there’s Andy, I can’t just be a stay at home house wife. I need things to do other than being a Stepford wife.

Curtis shall not be it either, I don’t have a reason, but he seems vanilla to the other 3 that are left.

And now my predicament starts, Ransom, Ari and Lloyd 😩. It’s just vile that you actually are making me choose here and I only get to keep one.

I love Ransom. I would absolutely be all up for his hate sex, but he has mommy issues. He needs to fix those and then we can play.

CAN I NOT MARRY GOOD AND EVIL? I’M PULLING MY HAIR HERE OVER MAKING A DECISION.

Okay, okay, I adore this whole Gone, Baby, Gone scenario that you’re gifting me. But I feel like it would be a one night only. Just based on that feeling, I’ll let our favourite clit tickler go 😔. Even though I’d let him do whatever, but I’m worthy of more than just one night.

I’ll go with my baked bundt cake, who’s buff, juicy and slaps so good when you get a taste. My scrumptious man Ari

#lilo gives answers #wayward blonde #asks are always open #asks are always welcome #this was pure violence #I wanted my reverse harem dream

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