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shanniethewr · 9 months

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in loving arms

summary: men are cruel as they disgustingly label women lower than them. as unfortunate as it may seem, you fortunately have your dearest who proves that he's not as low as the vile creatures.

warnings: boys being disgusting, harassment, past toxic relationships, sexual harassment, name-calling (slut, whore), swearing, assault, mentions of violence, lowkey ooc

characters: albedo, cyno, kazuha, lyney, and tighnari gn!reader but implied having feminine items such as a purse lowercase intended + not proofread

ALBEDO

traversing through mondstadt was another mundane routine for you, helping the citizens with their troubles and whatnot. fortunately, things had been far more peaceful ever since the traveler had came and gave leeway for peace in the city of freedom.

but that didn't mean horrid things would suddenly stop overnight. oh no, definitely not. because the least you expected was to find yourself in a vacant room in the favonious headquarters, surrounded by what people call the knights.

"heh. you know you shouldn't be walking around with those skimpy clothes you got, looking like a slut." you cringed, feeling a shiver down your spine as you stepped backward from the nearing hand.

"you're absolutely disgusting. how the hell have you become a knight with that filthy attitude? archons, i feel truly disappointed for your parents." you spat with venom in your tone, the consequence for that was angering the knight.

"a feisty one, hah?" he grinned with a sickening feeling, and his hands soon laid on your body, groping in places it shouldn't be. "stop it!" you yelled, thrashing around, attempting to pull the man away. you were no fighter, and that was obvious.

you felt nauseous, you couldn't even comprehend the words that were being said. you just wanted to go see albedo, why must the world play and pull on the strings of your life?

"to think such behavior was conducted in the headquarters filled with people who's desires are to protect the people, not to harass them... truly disappointing." a familiar voice, the speech was relaxed, if not, unfazed. however, there was a tone of hostility, dripping with poison.

albedo, whose eyes are glimmering with disgust and anger, a contrast to his gentle and calm expression. "c-chief alchemist!" you took the opportunity to slip away, quick to get to albedo's side and taking his hand in yours, an attempt of comforting yourself and to soothe the chalk prince's anger.

"i'm sorry my dear, have i not been caught up with affairs, this wouldn't have happened." albedo said, eyes softening when meeting with yours, lips on your forehead as you relished in his calming presence. "you can go wait outside, i'll just deal with some unnecessary variables."

ushered to exit the room, you saw nothing, but you sure did hear the sound of a fist meeting with a face along with the cries of the knight begging for forgiveness.

CYNO

being a scholar in the akademiya and the rumored beloved of the general mahamatra was not a peaceful matter as you thought of it before. fortunately, it had its perks, the downside was that some people just forget about it.

"c'mon baby, let's just forget the past and move on, 'kay?" the man, boy, you used to call your lover has been invading your personal privacy and has been continuously annoying you about it.

'how the hell did he even find me...' you thought, gritting your fists as you stood up from your seat, being agitated for far too long. "hey! don't ignore me babe!"

exiting lambad's tavern, the night sky of sumeru looks down upon your figure along with the radiant stars. the scenery would be perfect for a romantic and dreamy moment, but unfortunately, an irritating being is stuck to you like a leech, having no intention of letting go.

"can you fucking stop!?" you yelled after the constant annoyance of the presence following you for archons knows how long, stunning your ex, standing in shock at your sudden outburst. "there's no future for the two of us! if you wanted one, you should've treated me like the way you want to be treated! i will never go back to the likes of you again."

"is that how you treat me? after i took care and loved you for so long!?" that was all you needed to snap, as the loud sound of a slap was heard echoing in the quiet, empty streets of sumeru.

"took care of me!? what the hell are you talking about you bastard!? i was the one who did all of your unfinished works and projects, i was the one making money!! you, you ungrateful bastard always took the savings i had just to buy some useless pair of jewelry only to find out you were giving it to some other girl!"

tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your throat becoming hoarse after every second of yelling at the awful man in front of you. archons, you just wanted to have a peaceful drink at a tavern, not to meet the person you hated the most.

because damn, he was acting like a fucking weed.

"hah!? you're really starting to become more disobedient now, talking back to me." you yelped in pain as he pulled on your hair, kneeing your stomach as you coughed in pain.

"where's your lover now, huh? don't tell me all of those rumors were fake." he chuckled evilly as you sob from the pain.

and everything went like a blur, you heard your ex howling in pain along with the sounds of bones being broken. not soon after, you were cradled in strong arms against a sturdy chest, the very action soothed your pain and worries.

"you weren't home my love, don't worry, i'm here now, i won't let anything bother you from now on." cyno's stern yet gentle voice brought you to reality as you melted in his embrace.

cyno's amber eyes soon turned into the eyes of a predator eyeing its prey, a frown on his lips, one of anger. "and as for you. i recommend you not to bother them anymore, less you want to be enclosed behind cold bars, feel free to take up the offer anytime."

your ex panicked, taking off in fear. your lover huffed, soon carrying you in his sturdy arms. "sorry cyno, for.. making you worry." you quietly stated against his chest as he remained quiet for a few moments before speaking.

"please, don't. it's my duty to make sure you're safe and loved, so no matter what, i trust that you will rely on me in times of need."

KAZUHA

you leisurely walked into the streets of inazuma, enjoying the taste of freedom after the sakoku decree was abolished, there was a new upbeat in the city and the people were thriving.

that was only a few minutes ago, until you found yourself in a quiet alleyway with a weird man cornering you. "you shouldn't have gone walking around like that, you filthy whore, that desperate for attention?"

there wasn't anything special about your clothes, a typical inazuman outfit with a few alterations thanks to your dear friend, ayaka, who told the seamstress to add a few decorations, claiming it would brighten your beauty more.

"you creep. just because the sakoku decree was abolished, that doesn't mean you can just waltz in and start sexualizing our cultural outfit! have you not heard of respect!?" you countered, glaring at the man as your grip on your purse tightened, you should've asked kazuha for some martial lessons at the very least.

"but i can do whatever the hell i want. it's your fault for wearing those clothes." his hand was on your shoulder, attempting to pull down the sleeves as you thrashed your arms around.

"NO! STOP IT!" you hated this, you wanted to run, scream. but how could you do that when you're pinned against the wall as the man was grinning evilly? you prayed for the archons to at least save you from this moment.

and fortunately enough, your prayers were answered.

"attempting to sexually assault on an unwilling individual, much less my beloved, you've inclined me to do worse than having you rot behind the bars of inazuma." a voice so gentle yet cold and stern, kazuha spoke, hands gripped into a fist, "who the hell are you!?"

"just a wanderer passing by. now, if you'd allow me..." the samurai was quick to act on his feet, punching the stranger, causing him to falter and fall to his knees. kazuha immediately embraced you in his loving arms, lightly combing his fingers through your locks in hopes of soothing your shaking figure as he hid your partially clothed body from anyone's eyes.

"i'm sorry for taking so long, my dove. from now on, i swear on my name to never let you experience such things again. i will be your sword and i will protect you until death does us part."

LYNEY

the quiet atmosphere of the backstage was what you needed after a tiring night of endless cheering for your lover's and his sister's performance. undoubtedly, their performance was always pristine and beautiful, like always.

most of the staff had already packed away and home they went, for sleep had fallen among most of the people in fontaine. you were simply waiting for lyney as promised, claiming he had to go finish a quick task, leaving you alone in the empty opera.

the least you expected was to find yourself on the floor with a man you feared, on top of you with a terrifying grin on his lips. he has your hands pinned above your head as you weakly kick your legs around, only for it to be held down with his legs.

"i never expected you to wait like an obedient puppy for a man other than me! i think you deserve to be punished, i mean, come on, cheating already when we're just taking a break?"

you gritted your teeth in agitation, "the hell do you mean break? we broke up years ago! who the hell said we're still together?" you spat, glaring hard against the man on top of you.

"is that so? then i have no choice but to force you, it's your fault for doing this to me. if only you could've acted like you would with that filthy magician." a blade, seemingly out of nowhere was in his possession, lightly pressing it against your cheek as your breath hitched.

"knock it off!" you yelled, thrashing your limbs around as the man let out a disgusting laugh, enjoying the suffering he was putting you through.

"trespassing in the backstage is not something for audiences like you, especially when you dare to attack mon trésor, is something that i will not let go of lightly regardless of the circumstances." lyney said, his charming smile was seen yet his aura was the contrast of the magician lyney. he is upset, in the sense of madness.

"hah! what can you even do? throw cards at me?" the man chortled, you however, were subtly trying to escape from his grasp which lyney noticed. with a snap of his fingers, you found yourself in the arms of the one you dearly loved. "what!?"

"oh, i'll do something far worse than that. you see, i've been wanting to test out a new magic trick, one where they saw and tear through your limbs. your actions today demonstrated that you're the perfect candidate for such a terrific trick!" lyney's voice was coated in venom, his eyes glared with the intention to do something to the man.

you heard only bits and parts, as his hands were over your eyes and ears, embracing you closer to him as a gesture that you were safe with him. that was a pure and pristine fact, as the magician lyney would filter his words about you with nothing but truths.

"let the show begin! ah, but before that, mon trésor, please wait outside for a while. don't worry, i promise not to make you wait for too long, and i will make sure i will protect you as it is my duty as your lover to do so."

TIGHNARI

a visit to gandharva ville was a normal weekly routine for you, as you had a busy job, and so did your partner, tighnari. but that didn't stop the two of you to express your love to one another each weekly visit.

you were patiently waiting for him at an empty hut, quietly indulging in the music of nature as you sipped on your favorite drink that collei knew all too well, having it prepared before your arrival.

"oh hey! look who it is, it's been a while, old friend." one of your former scholars from the akademiya said, taking a seat in front of you as you smiled, "you as well. how are you fairing lately?"

"same old, same old. how about you? i heard you've gotten a partner recently." you nodded in response, "yup! he's actually—" "he must be lucky, huh?"

you went silent, a shiver crawling down your spine, and you knew something wasn't right. "what do you mean?" "well, you know, you've always been a heavy sleeper. i could've done anything to you and you wouldn't even wake up or even know about it."

"but it's not surprising if he'd already done that to you. i mean, even arjurn and daksh wanted to do you but they never got a chance. gotta give them one in the future, right?" he laughed as if he was just talking about the weather while you were shocked, disgusted even.

"please leave," you stated, glaring hard at the person you once thought as a friend in front of you, only for him to wolf whistle in return. "feisty huh?"

his hand wandered under the table and found itself on your thighs, causing you to flinch and stand up abruptly. "if you're here just to make disgusting comments about me and my partner, leave! you are not needed here."

"come on sweetheart, that can't do. besides, he doesn't need to know what'll happen between us." standing up, you found yourself defensively taking a step back from the awful creature in front of you.

"stop it. leave! i don't need you or your disgusting presence in this room, right now! if you won't leave, then i have no choice to report you to the chief officer of the forest rangers."

"then, let's just make this quick, alright? just—"

"they said to leave. you have made a trespassed against a very dangerous territory sir, with that filthy behavior, you are officially never welcomed in gandharva ville again." tighnari spoke from behind, his galre hard as his voice remained cold and ruthlessly.

making a beeline towards tighnari, you found yourself in his embrace along with his sweet gesture of a forehead kiss. "you dare to force my partner into something they were unwilling to do, have i seen them being harassed and forced into the act, i will not act as merciful as i did today."

"so please. leave, before i make your consequence harsher than it is. if you dare to go near to my lotus again, i am not afraid to make a hole in that head of yours."

— © wr.shannie created on 8.26.23 finished on 8.27.23

do NOT copy or plagiarize my work!!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #reader insert #xreader #gender neutral reader #albedo x reader #cyno x reader #lyney x reader #kazuha x reader #tighnari x reader #albedo #cyno #lyney #kazuha #tighnari #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines

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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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Meant To Be Yours

pairing: amber freeman x fem!reader

summary: amber has tricked you into killing one student, you refuse to be tricked again; something amber doesn't like.

words: 2.165k

warnings: canon scream stuff, death, description of murder, knives, violence, blood, swearing, toxic!amber, manipulation, bad writing

authors note: a double whammy tonight for y'all. i have no regrets.

"All is forgiven, baby. I promise I'm not mad about what you said to me." Amber said through the call making your jaw clench as you shake your head, not believing a word that comes out of her pretty mouth.

"Stop calling me, Amber." You told her in the most demanding voice you could muster up, covering it up with your growing fear as your eyes glanced around your living room. "I've not forgiven you so just leave me the fuck alone."

Amber scoffs through the device. "Why are you saying these things, Y/n? You've practically thrown me out like I'm fucking trash!" Her voice became more gruff as her anger quickly replaced her fake kindness.

"Because you are, Amber, you're fucking trash. You tricked me." You remarked as you ran a hand through your hair, staring intently at the dark corners of the room.

"Is that what you think? That I tricked you?" Amber asks you in an overly heartbroken tone making you roll your eyes. "You did trick me, Amber, you manipulated me into doing something vile."

"Baby, you know I'd never manipulate you, I love you too much." She says her voice is becoming quieter.

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you shook your head, your jaw still clenched tightly. "You manipulated me into killing, Wes." You whispered through gritted teeth, your heart beating erratically in your chest. "You said it was going to be a harmless prank to scare him."

"It was harmless." She defended, the sound of her shuffling around being heard on the phone. "Wes was a bitch boy anyway."

You scoffed as you stood up from the couch, your anger towards your girlfriend and the grief and guilt of Wes's death making your blood boil in a disgusting way.

"Fuck you." You whispered before hanging up on her, turning your phone on silent mode before tossing it onto the couch.

It was only supposed to be a prank; that's what she told you.

Wes was notorious for his hatred towards horror movies, especially Amber's favourite Stab.

Amber suggested to you that you and her should play a little prank on him after he was "too touchy" with you as Amber said.

The prank being you and Amber would dress up in the famous Ghostface costumes and give him a little scare.

You were reluctant in the beginning but after Amber's persuasive words you eventually agreed.

Amber had already planned it out and told you how the prank was going to play out.

You would call him as Amber would sneak into his house and scare him before taking off her mask and showing her friend it was a prank.

That isn't how the prank went.

You were in Amber's car on call with Wes as Amber sneaked into the house late at night in the Ghostface attire.

In the beginning it was going smoothly, even funny to you at times. Then in a blink of an eye everything changed.

As you uttered the iconic line "What's your favourite scary movie?" you didn't get a panic response or even get hung up on; instead you heard fighting.

Screams so loud and guttural you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

Immediately you ran into the house to see what had happened to your absolute horror. You saw Wes on the floor covered in blood as he gargled on his own blood, his throat cut lightly, as if Amber was teasing him an easy and quick death.

You didn't even know how it was possible that Amber could hurt him so much in less than thirty seconds.

His eyes met yours as he whispered out his final words, a look of betrayal on his face.

"Y/n?"

Amber killed Wes, and you helped her.

You screamed at Amber as she gazed at Wes's dead body, taking off her mask as a look of pleasure swirled in her dark eyes.

She was proud.

When you threatened to tell the police what she had done her proudness was replaced with smugness as she waltzed at you, a bloodied knife still in her grip.

"You're an accomplice to my crime, baby. You call the cops on me and we both go down."

Her words hit you like a wrecking balls with reality. You were an accomplice to her crimes.

The Bonny to her Clyde.

You didn't know what to do - you still don't know what to do, confess the truth to the police and go to prison or keep the entire killing an unsolved mystery; let your best friend become an unsolved case.

One thing you have been doing is avoiding Amber, hell, you've been avoiding everyone. You haven't left your house in days as you rotted away; the guilt slowly killing you.

Sighing, you ignore the vibrations from your phone as you move towards the kitchen, going to make yourself a glass of water in a weak attempt to calm yourself down.

Grabbing a glass you headed towards the sink to fill up your glass. As the cold water slowly filled it up your eyes were focused on it as your thoughts were plagued by Wes.

You didn't even notice the person standing in the corner of the kitchen.

"Y/n."

You gasped as you dropped the glass making a loud clatter as it landed in the sink. Turning on your heel to your horror you see Amber standing a few feet away with a soft smile, the one that used to make your heart swoon.

"Don't run." She asks you as she takes a step forward.

Without hesitation as you do the exact opposite of her words, sprinting away as you headed towards your front door.

"I said don't fucking run away from me!" Amber yelled as her heavy footsteps were heard right on your heel.

Using all the strength and speed you could muster you force yourself to run even faster, but it wasn't fast enough.

Amber's foot trips yours making you collapse to the ground as the view to the front door just reaches your eye sight.

You whimpered in pain as you tried scrambling back up but was stopped by Amber jumping forwards and standing in the hallway heading towards the door, blocking you from escaping the house; blocking you from escaping her.

She sighs as she runs a hand through her hair, looking down at you. "My love, please stop being like this. We're in this together, you can't leave me alone."

Her soft spoken words wither into your heart as your glare softens, staring up at her as you slowly stand up.

"Why are you here, Amber?" You demand as you take a wary step backward, your eyes focused on her body the entire time.

Amber's eyes gleam as she smiles crookedly at you, taking a singular step closer to you.

"You left me, Y/n." She whispers, taking another step closer as you take another one back. "I fell apart without you and you've fallen apart without me."

You shake your head as you glance back at the stairs that would lead you to your bedroom before back at Amber's innocent looking face.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, you and I both know we can't live without each other. It's what made me realise something." Amber whispers, taking another step closer as you don't take another step back, breathing heavily as you stare at her.

She smiled sweetly as she reached you close enough to place her hand in your cheek, caressing it gently.

"We're meant to be." She insists.

You smile back at her as you lean into her touch, Amber visually relaxes as her smile softens.

"No we're not." You say before punching her in the face with all the strength you had in your body.

Amber stumbled back in shock as a small ooze of blood began spilling from her nose. One of her slender fingers touches the blood before pulling away to examine it.

Her jaw clenched as her eyes connected with yours, a look of pure rage in her black eyes.

You swiftly turn around as you run up the stairs as you head towards your bedroom, the only place you know has a lock and a secret weapon.

"Y/n!" Amber yells as she chases after you, right behind you as she tries grabbing you, her fingers skimming over your back.

Scrambling towards your room you unlock it and throw yourself inside before slamming your body against it, shutting it as you locked it.

Amber's fist pounds against the door as she screams your name.

"Y/n, don't lock me out! I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one." She yells through the door, her palm laying flat against it.

You jump towards your dresser where a small pocket knife Amber gifted you was hidden.

Tears are free falling from your eyes speedily but you paid no attention to them, your only focus being on your life.

"You were meant to be mine." Amber growls from behind the door, banging against it once again.

You flinch at the sound as you flick the blade out of its pocket, backing up against the corner wall as you sobbed quietly.

"I'm all that you need, Y/n, me. Not Liv, not Chad, not even fucking Tara; but me." Amber insisted in a raucous voice as she yelled. "You carved open my fucking heart, Y/n, you can't just leave me to bleed!"

Your heart is going a hundred miles per hour as your hand becomes shaky, the small knife with Amber's and your initials on the blade shakes.

"Y/n!" She screams in a guttural rage, leaning her forehead against the door from the other side. "Open the door, please." Amber whispers but is loud enough that you hear it.

"Y/n, open the door." She begs again in a pleading voice, her own voice becoming shaky.

You frowned at her hurt voice as you unconsciously took a step closer to the door.

"Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please?" Amber whimpers, making your heart crack at her voice.

You shake your head as you try to force yourself to stop getting closer to the door. You know she's only doing this to make you open the door, yet you still can't help but feel bad.

"Please, baby, can we not fight anymore? I get that you're scared and that's my fault, and I'm so sorry, Y/n." You don't say anything as you remain frozen in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

"I've been there, feeling the guilt, I was there with you, remember? Do you really think I haven't been feeling horrible about it too?" Amber wailed from behind the door, her voice cracking.

Amber has been feeling guilty about it? You thought she didn't care?

"I can set you free, Y/n. From all the guilt and pain. I know how to." Amber states making your eyes widen in hope. She could make you feel better?

You're silent as you try to process her words, something Amber sees as a sign of rejection.

"Y/n, don't make me come in there." Amber says, her voice becoming louder and angrier the more she spoke. "I'm gonna count to three and if you don't open this fucking door I won't help you." She yells banging the door once again to emphasise her point.

You don't want that, you want Amber's help, if she wouldn't lie to you again, would she?

Wordlessly, you quietly walk over to the door, unlocking it as fresh tears still flow down your cheeks.

Amber immediately opened the door as her eyes locked with yours, her furious expression fading away.

"You opened the door." She says breathlessly as she takes a step closer to you, her eyes averting from yours to the knife in your hand.

You nod your head slowly as you drop the knife, your heart beating for Amber and Amber only now.

"Will you help me?" You croak out in a strangled voice. Amber nods her head as she smiles at you, placing a hand on her cheek just as she did earlier, the blood under her nose dripping onto her shirt but she didn't care.

"I'd do anything for you, baby, you're mine and I love you with all my soul and heart." Amber says as she uses her free hand to grab yours, interlocking your fingers together. "We're meant to be." She insists with her crooked smile.

You look down at your hands noticing the bruises on Amber's knuckles along with a few healed cuts.

God, you caused that. You might've hated Amber but you also loved her.

"Say it." Amber asked as she tugged your cheek making you look at her with tearful eyes. "Say you're meant to be mine."

You swallow nervously as you gazed into Amber's dark eyes, blinded by her beauty and soft words.

"Meant to be yours."

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splatattackz · 3 months

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with 29 days (27 really, since the server isnt open till saturday) remaining, lets talk about what may happen if fit doesnt miraculously secure all the data by march 1st, because ive seen a few people get the wrong idea of what's possible here

ive seen people say fit cubito will be sent back to the wastelands if he does not make the deadline. this is not exactly true. madagio only said he'd be sent back if he were to disregard the mission entirely.

"But let me make something very clear. Should you disregard the mission entirely....or attempt to cheat me.... I will ensure you spend the rest of your life in this toxic and vile wasteland. Doomed to wander, and die in obscurity.... and anyone you made connections with on Quesadilla will suffer. This is not a game to me." -Madagio

fit has not disregarded the mission, not in the slightest. he puts ramon and pacs needs above it, yes, but he still actively works towards fulfilling the contract and has gotten a bit of progress. it's just very difficult to get past the federation and its protections on top of the challenges of the island itself.

now, what WILL happen? well, madagio DID say that if the contract is not met by the deadline then they may have to step in.

"You will have exactly one year to accomplish this task. [...] If you are unable to complete it in that time, I may have to help you..." -Madagio

why is the prospect of madagio stepping in scary? because we don't know their intentions, nor their nature. they seem to be powerful and omnipresent, perhaps even a god of some kind, but we don't know for sure anything. we don't know what madagio would do to clear a path for fit to get the data. we dont know the danger madagio could bring to fit by helping. we dont know the danger it could leave ramon, pac, or anyone else in. we dont know if madagio helping would forego any means of secrecy about the contract. we dont know anything; and its the fear of the unknown that has always terrified humans.

its frankly MUCH more scary the prospect of madagio stepping in to help than it is fit being sent back to the wastelands.

feburary is going to be an interesting month for everyone, but i think the huevitos are especially in for a treat as the deadline approaches...

#qsmp #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #qsmp analysis #qsmp theory #qsmpattackz #splatattackz

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sg-l · 8 months

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If you are still taking requests can I request a nsfw geto. Imagine he did something bad and you want to break up, but he is going to manipulate you to stay because losing you would break him after everything youve been through.

Drink water and have the best day xx

𝐒. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮

A/N・a gaslighting desperate Getou, a true delicacy 🍷 Tags・femdom!Reader, sub!Getou, toxic relationship, codependency, manipulation (both parties), slight dacryphilia, slight exhibition (empty room), hair pulling, fem!receiving oral, unedited synopsis・Suguru and you fight over the same thing, every time; the results are always the same

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"Please please, please-" With the bulk of his black robes gathering around his knees, Suguru made a show of stumbling over the lump of fabric while he grasped at your ankles the second you stepped back from him, "You can't leave me- Not like this."

The absolute gall. And the disgust you felt bubbling up; it must have been visible on your face with the way Suguru's face twisted into something, else, right before your eyes.

"I'll do anything." He belted out without warning in change. Wading closer to you on his hands and knees. Each time you took a step back he would do the exact same but on the ground. Like a pathetic worm crawling for safety. Until your knees hit the back of his lofted shrine like sitting throne.

Watery eyes tilted up towards you, this wasn't the man most could find sitting behind you like a god among humans. This was the monster only you knew.

"Suguru you lie-" Venom from your lips. Intent to have each word hurt, " Lying, vile useless man-"

Blow by blow the words stung but he reached out to grab your ankle again. This time firmer, "I've never lied to you! My words are truth-"

"Too bad your actions never-"

"I just told you I would do anything you're the one not listening." Suguru had the guts to turn them right back onto you with a twisted sense of superiority. His bottom lip quivering as you were forced back on your bum. Sat on the platform as he came closer but could not do a single thing as your legs remained together, "I need you. I always need you- You can't leave me. And I won't leave you."

Words in. And words out. This was the part where it felt otherworldly. Such a strong man, on his knees begging like the monkeys he claimed to hate so much. Looking down at the monk cladded fraud clawing for your attention and your attention only. It was, intoxicating.

"Prove it." You resorted to a calmness like you always did in these situations. Suguru's watery tears dried up at the drop of a hat. They always did as the act reached it's peak. And just like the crescendo of any good thing, you felt the pounding intoxication of the fight bloom in your chest. Quickly your legs spread and you grabbed the back of his hair, "Prove it's only me, Suguru."

His act was insistent. He would play the part every time. This dance one of the only things you two knew how to do. It was sickening and lovely at the same time. Locked in the vice grip. Unable to leave.

Suguru pressed his lips straight to the crotch of your panties. Drunk on the scent of your core under the sheer fabric. He made a pig of himself ready to pull them aside for a feast when you had other ideas.

"Prove it to me." You're voice as detached as he was from the situation, "Through the fabric."

A meaningless obstacle. Suguru without hesitation ran his tongue up your clothed slit in the sloppiest manner possible. Drool sucked up quickly by your panties. And the fabric giving away the curves and shape of your puffy cunt lips right out of reach of his tongue. Nothing would stop him though. Latching his lips onto the fabric. Nursing the spit soaked panties until he could very confidentially roll his tongue against your swelling clit.

Muffled curse leaving your lips in such a holy space. Suguru the one ripping them from your parted lips as he nursed your sensitive bud. Fully clothed in his robes as the master of his own cult devoured your cloth covered cunt like a starved man. Drool smearing over his cheeks as you bucked and used his face for more friction. Grinding up against him in fact just as the fist of his hair tightened and kept him shoved between your legs.

He would not stop. Soiling the prayer mat under you knowing he wouldn't clean it before the next victim came in. He found your grip tightening just as his tongue pressed against your swollen bud. It was nothing to ride out your orgasm with his tongue. No neck cramp or tearing hair from his scalp would deter him. Suguru letting you use his face and tongue as your own personal toy just as the real crescendo of this fight washed over your body.

Legs twitching, spasming and linking around him. It wasn't until you let your breath finally leave your lungs did your legs also release Suguru. Raising his face, now covered in your slick that wasn't soaked up from your panties, no trace of his tearful pleas from before. Just like the slickness he wiped from his face on his robe's sleeve. This argument would be wiped away as well.

You two looked at each other. Fully aware it would happen again. And again and again. You couldn't leave. But with the long black hairs dangling between your fingers, your soaked panties staining his work space and the man bringing himself to his feet and straightening his robes like nothing was out of the ordinary. He couldn't leave either. You would make sure of that.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk suguru #suguru geto #geto suguru #geto smut #geto suguru smut #suguru geto smut #suguru geto x reader #suguru smut #suguru x reader #suguru x you #jjk getou

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whitedemon-ladydeath · 8 months

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SJM + Eugenics + Ableism in her Writing

thinking about how insidious eugenics can come up in writing- specifically SJMs writing. Personally I take a lot with a grain of salt bec I don't think a lot of ppl realize how fucking deeply entrenched and rooted it is in everything and more often than not its not intentional

and to an extent I don't think it was intentional by SJM. she does have a degree of plausible deniability in her story telling

however that being said:

the Cauldron "pairing mates" has allusions to being a breeding program of some kind of supernatural predestined idiocy. Sam + Melissa on Tiktok have some pretty great videos on it

However, while they think that SJM is providing commentary on the matter, I do have a different view, not that I really disagree with what they're saying

SJM has a track record of using disabilities as an aesthetic for her characters. It's often a point of suffering and/or there ends up being a magical fix (yay fantasy eugenics providing miracle cures!!! /sarcasm)

Chaol, severely injured with a spinal cord injury that left him paralyzed goes to the super special healing place to have the world's bestest healers where the magical healing trope + black girl magic collide. He spends the whole book, a duration of only six months, regaining the ability to walk, with a cane most days. Chaol spends a large part of the book feeling sorry for himself and immasculting himself. Yerene, a professional trained healer who helps him with PT snaps at him in frustration to "just get up" when he's being difficult with her Note: some of these detailed may be incorrectly remembered + I never finished the book bec I can't stand him

Lucien: he gets his eye ripped out and is literally blinded but now he has a magical eye that is even better and can sense magic and spells and all that good shit

Rhys: chronic pain; never addressed

Azriel: scarred hands and wings, but so far we've seen no real struggle or accommodation of any kind or even a real discussion on how he had to learn how to fly at an older age due to his captivity and scarred wings

Cassian: his wings were beyond shredded but between books they got fixed up right as rain. it would have been fantastic rep for this decorated veteran and leader to be disabled, esp for a culture of warriors where flying is so crucial + where thr women are also forceably mutilated and can't fly either

speaking of the illyrian women

the Illyrian Women: not being able to fly and use their limbs is a disability. We have seen zero repercussions of Emeries father (and brother(?)) for disabling and mutilating his daughter

the mental health crisis of NESTA for ONE. in both the Fandom and in the series the grating toxic positivity and lack of patience and understanding and support and willingness to meet her halfway enraged me holy shit. The tone policing, the lack of autonomy, the unaddressed childhood trauma that has made Nesta the core of who she was. it was vile and disgusting

Aelin: quite frankly should have difficulty moving as fluidly as she does. she was whipped to ribbons and beaten bloody. Her back should be full of chronic pain and difficulty

Elide: as far as I'm aware Elide isn't too bad and she's incredibly intelligent and resourceful but it's been a hot minute since I've read the series. I do remember when they talked about it at the end about possibilities to heal her ankle (they couldn't)

I haven't read CC yet but I heard that LIMBS CAN GROW BACK???? sure let's just completely erase and magically fix imputations I guess?

I find it a lit harder to forgive "accidental eugenics" when her disabled characters disabilities are either made into Aesthetics, not properly addressed, or just healed all together

and when you pair magical eugenics + aesthetics:

You get Rhysand, the most powerful high lord of ever that you just have to keep being told is the most powerful high lord ever due to his parents being mates that his father whisked away from moments before she became mutilated like all the other Illyrian Women at 18 years old to a 900 year old man

you get his entire IC who is made of The Night Courts super special powerful clique who now happen to be the most powerful illyrian EVERRRR (Cassian + Azriel), Amren who was some trapped angel of death or something and Mor who is just so super powerful a mountain quaked or something when she was born

the entire IC is a concentrated powerhouse who also uses a specific mindset of "might is right"-

-and have forced others hands across the entire series or just outright lied and stole. also trespassing and routinely breaking laws but hey

Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, Dorian, Manon are all ToG Powerhouses. Rowan is described as the "most powerful full blooded fae male alive". there's an implication that human blood "weakens" fae traits and magical abilities [this is rather common in a lot of fantasy books]

every single character in this series is seen as some sort of extraordinary person with some sort of extraordinary power or ability aside from maybe a few. Hell Chaol, the only fully human character with no powers is the "Captian of the Guard" which he got bec he's a nepo baby from being Dorians friend. He gets disabled and they immediately go to get him fixed

tagging: @feynessupremacy @bookishfeylin @andramoreaux

I thought yall would appreciate

#prev. wolfgeneralashryver #sjm critical #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #throne of glass #tog #ableism #eugenics in acotar #eugenics in tog #eugenics #my posts get good traction yall cowards better interact with these posts. i see yall scrolling whenever i talk about this

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thesunfyre4446 · 26 days

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Yo. New to the HoTD discourse. I hope you don't mind me rant dumping on your blog. I'm a bit scatterbrained so I hope I lay out my feelings about these things clearly. I have finally watched HoTD and ....

Listen, I could have liked Rhaenyra well enough, in fact I didn't really mind her in the beginning. But it really all changed once I saw what the audience were saying. How the majority seems to have no sympathy for Allicent at all.

I thought we all understood that no character in Westeros is really all that great?? So I really cant understand the vile hatred spewed towards her? It feels like they even hate her more than anyone ever hated Joffrey or Cersei. People were rightfully angry with the show runners decision to have Jaime r*** her in that one scene. People were capable of feeling empathy for Cersei despite how despicable she is. But there's SOOO much victim blaming for Alicent. It drives me fucking nuts. And to show sympathy for her would have people dogging on you.

I really cannot believe my eyes when I see people thinking she willingly seduced that rotten walking corpse.

I was so naive to think people would understand where her character is coming from. She is utterly powerless. She doesn't have a king for a father to pardon every mistake she makes. She's suffocating and it makes sense for her to hate Rhaenyra who has more privilege than any woman who ever lived in that world, and yet still step over every single rule while expecting everyone else to just live with the consequences of her actions. We're supposed to like her??

I GET that the point of it all is that monarchy is just a shitty way to run a kingdom. I GET that Rhaenyra being a terrible ruler is the point. Man or woman it never mattered.

What I don't get is people thinking she's some feminist figurehead?? She behaves as a man does in that universe, entitled and unfit for what they feel entitled to. I get that that's the point, but that doesn't mean she's for the women at all. Like any man, she's out for herself. Why would I like her if she behaves as any corrupt man in that world would, when the only difference is she doesn't have a dick? And I wouldn't necessarily mind that? I don't watch HoTD or GoT for perfect characters. But if only the audience didn't treat her like some sort of hero and Alicent the pure villain.

I never felt frustrated with GoT discourse. Why the fuck does it seem like HoTD has bred this extremely toxic environment? You can't seem to have a different opinion unless your mouths dick sucking on Team Black.

Dany, just as entitled as she was, she was still able to do as duty demanded. Rhaenyra is a just a spoiled child all the way through. The hatred for Alicent and the inability for people to see Rhaenyra for what she is, has me thinking people have really missed the fucking point about what feminism actually is. And once again, I didnt watch HoTD for feminism. But the audience seems to think Rhaenyra is a beacon for it. Wether intentional or not, ideas take on a life of its own and you cannot divorce these fan-imposed ideas from the show anymore. That's really the part of all this that pisses me off.

I'm TG now not because I condone everything they've ever done. Literally everyone fucking sucks. I'm TG because I understand everyone fucking sucks. And I dislike being tube fed by the biased writers on what to think and feel.

anon, not a single lie was told.

people hate on alicent for displaying human emotions. it's insane. it's always "rhaenyra will turn westeros into barbieland" until someone brings out the fact that she has no intention of helping any other woman other then herself and then it's all "well, we shouldn't judge her from a modern day pov"..

"I'm TG because I understand everyone fucking sucks" this!! also, they have better characters lol

#hotd #house of the dragon #anon ask #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black stans #anti rhaenyra stans

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ic-napology · 5 months

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My Scott's Napoleon review (short version)

Ok so I'm ready for my Scott's Napoleon review (late of course).

The beauty of its form and aesthetics can't be argued. I'm not in awe though, because it was a standard I pretended from Ridley Scott and Apple. Sadly, the content made it feel a huge waste.

What do you do with the thought, be it accurate or not, that Europe was ruined by wars because a vile man might have been frustrated by a toxic relationship? Is this idea something worth creating such an e x p e n s i v e movie about? Why so much bling?

To a Napoleonic fan, it would cause a soul-bleeding, because of how shallow and inaccurate all this is. To a non Napoleonic fan, it would be just... I don't know, depressing? Lame? It would be even if they remembered that this movie would contain a personal and artistic re-elaboration of history by a filmmaker (known for doing that all the time).

My main issue with this movie, both as a fan of Napoleon and Josephine and... as a person I guess?, is about how it deals with the "humanizing Napoleon" thing. I am ok with the intention per se. I am ok with giving a personal touch to a story. I'm not ok if that means mortifying him, without leaving any redeeming quality nor charm for balance. It wouldn't sit well with me about any character, whoever they are.

It could have meant adopting a more empathetic frame towards Napoleon's life and character. It would have given insight to qualities, vision and goals of the character too. Empathy doesn't require to justify someone's eventual horrible sides. It could work even in a movie where you mostly want to point out a villain's faults. I would dare say that if you make the viewer empathise with a villain, just before showcasing the worst of his deeds, it would be even more shocking and hard to deal with.

Best villains are the ones you could get some insight and connection with. And this movie fails to connect you with Napoleon at all. "There's nothing we can do", other than despise him.

Ridley Scott can manipulate history and mansplain all the historians he wants, he still has become a coward storyteller.

#This is not inaccuracy #This is cowardice #It's easy to despise such a vile and miserable manchild #I don't even care about inaccuracy #Also I wish this was the only movie who offered me a delusional representation of Napoleon and Josephine #No okay I care about accuracy too #Because it would have made a beautiful story #Napoleon 2023 #Ridley Scott #napoleon bonaparte #Napoleon movie #napoleon movie review

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 23 days

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Why doesn’t Meghan ever get called out on being such a massive, massive FRAUD? Or her extremely dodgy (at best 🙄) activities disguised as ‘work’ or ‘philanthropy’… it annoys me immensely. I have never seen a con artist and grifter of this level, who isn’t even that intelligent or sly, I might add, that gets away with all of her intentional wrongdoings. It’s beyond vile that somebody so grossly undeserving of what she has cheated her way into just keeps getting to go on unscathed like nothing ever happened. She’s blatantly ripping off Martha Stewart, Goop/ Gwyneth and flamingo estate - and probably many other smaller influencers or companies and trying to make a profit. It just absolutely speaks to her disgusting, never ending black hole of greed that consumes her. It seems like she is beyond desperate to become mega wealthy and has tunnel vision no matter how delusional and futile it is. ARO will fail like it deserves to, but she will never take the hint 🙄

Why Meghan hasn't met her maker yet:

She's protected by a hugely toxic fanbase that is known to dox, cyber-bully, and cyber-stalk accounts/people that speak out against her.

Her race card is still packs a punch. (It might be a weak punch, but it's still a punch nonetheless.)

The BRF's continued protection of Harry also covers Meghan.

#ask #brf #sussexes

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Fear and hunger, like I don't mind monster (? If crow or guard or poket cat) and all but what about Pav from Termina??? :3. ;33

With Pav x reader if you don't mind, like I hope you don't mind me blabbing and all but I imagine Pav got curious and got the attention from reader but they(or she I don't mind) didn't notice and all , Pav be like Mine and he thought after the festival am gonna make them mine or something like that lmao

I've been thinking about him for a while and I've been liking him more and more. So here's some headcanons for him and a fem!reader as the Festival takes place!

Warnings for general Pav toxic-ness and shitty behavior

Day One - Day Two

Pav isn't sure why you have caught his eye. Maybe you remind him of someone from his past, from the village that the Kaiser had raised so long ago. Maybe you were just cute to him, maybe you looked like a particularly easy target to him-

He's got some serious shit to do. He can't be flirting with every dame that he crosses... though it's not like there are many left in Prehevil, or at least those that aren't hideously deformed or raving mad.

Fuck it. He's a dead man and he knows it. Might as well have fun while he still can.

Pav is the most obnoxious courter and he fucking knows it. What better way to get a lady's attention other than to be the loudest, most flamboyant man on the battlefield?

He's kind of vile... Leering at you, catcalling you, whistling like the wolf he is. You didn't know what you were hearing at first, so you pretended as though you couldn't hear him at all. For all you know, it was one of the mad villagers losing their minds.

Being ignored isn't in Pav's style, so he will directly confront you and anyone else that might be in your presence and Gods forbid if there's a lad with you, because he will be squaring up for a fight.

Get used to being called 'his good girl', because that's exactly what he'll call you. Over and over again. Maybe it makes you blush a little... Or maybe your face is red from annoyance and anger. All of it is good for Pav.

"You're so pretty when you are furious with me, radiant one~"

He will threaten you with his gun, regardless of the fact that he has little intention to kill you. It's an extension of his person, as a solider, as a survivor...

Becomes unbelievably frustrated with the fact that you do not engage him like Abella or Marina does. No shouting, no 'fuck you's', no attention given to him whatsoever. What, do you think you're too good for him?!

Maybe you're right-

He can't stick around for long... He'd like to chase your skirt all damn day but he can't. There's... unfinished business he needs to attend to. He can't afford to fuck it up, even for a pretty little woman such as yourself...

Day Two - Day Three

He... failed...?

Waking up on the train, Pav is... disappointed that he is still alive. The shame of failure burns worse than the wound across his chest. He's nearly forgotten you, your face, your nice, nice ass in your pretty little skirt...

He's... surprised that you were on the train with him.

Pav isn't the cocky bastard that you met earlier in the Festival anymore. He's subdued. Quiet, almost... thoughtful. He avoids your gaze and has an expression equivalent to that of a kicked dog.

"How... do you feel?"

"..."

He rolled over and went back to sleep. Daan might have been the one to initially doctor his wounds but you were the one that continued to keep him alive.

Why? Well...

Pav was rather pathetic in your eyes. He was compensating for something, though what you weren't exactly sure of. He was dangerous and worse he was obnoxious.

But he was still human, and learning that he had attempted to assassinate the Kaiser had shifted the feeling of disgust that you had towards him into something more akin to pity.

Pav won't talk to you much. He's a wounded beast and you and him both know that he's due to die at any moment.

But it doesn't really stop you from making the last hours he has left at least bearable... More so than any of his time in the damn Bremen army has ever been.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather, @horny-3

#fear & hunger termina #fear and hunger termina #termina #fear & hunger x reader #pav #fear & hunger pav #termina pav #fem reader #ask response

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hologramcowboy · 10 months

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I usually stay far away from Twitter and fandom drama and I don't follow fandom groups but given the dehumanizing posts I've been seeing online, I am going on a fairly long rant, this is just my view, of course, so please discard it if not relevant to you:

The people making posts like these:

are at the core of the bully mentality. You are dehumanizing a Human Being with the entitlement that you get to define how a negative experience affects them. You do not, in any universe, get to tell someone who has been affected by something at what level they have been affected. Simply because you are not them. Furthermore, you are biased and discriminating against Jared Padalecki because he is a celebrity. Jared is a human being first and foremost and, as we've seen in the past, he does do social listening. This means death threats and other cyber crimes do affect him, not to mention the very real stalking some of you do when he moves from country to country. You end up following him under his hotel or even worse situations.

This discussion happening within fandom should include him because he is a direct victim. Also, the intent to commit cyber crimes and sending death threats does not get cancelled out just because that person may or may not have read the thread/post. Do you get this? Do you understand that if your intention and energy is vile, whether the content reaches your target or not, your cyber crime is still in effect? "Jared is a big boy and he doesn't care". Really? In what universe would you be okay with receiving death threats, would your family love that for you? Oh, they would not? So why on earth would you say it is alright that Jared received death threats? Fans do affect an actor's psyche, actors live to bring you joy and when they see you go toxic and dangerous it does affect their psyche.

Aside from this, as mentioned earlier, some of you actually stalk him at cons and at different locations and do so with hateful intent. The gravity of your actions is what causes actors to hide in public, avoid open spaces, reinforce their security, have panic attacks and fear for their life. Yet here you are, online, claiming that it's all good because said person is a celebrity so who cares.

If you dislike Jared, that's a matter of taste and your business but if you dehumanize Jared to the point of denying the very real atrocious actions perpetuated towards him, then you are no different than the perpetrators. You are, in fact, the enablers so you are even worse. A bad intention or idea cannot form into action unless people enable it and you played a key part with your bias and lack of care.

Think of all that evil hitting your child or loved one or even yourself, is it still nothing now? Do you see how wrong it is to minimize the abuse people perpetuate? Jared is a kind human being, so he avoids getting into drama as much as he can but that doesn't mean he is not affected. Also, someone not being affected is never, ever, an excuse to abuse said person. It's pretty interesting how someone suddenly doesn't count as human in your eyes. Talking about the abuse Jared gets in no way takes away from the other victims, in fact, it provides evidence of the intent and maliciousness of the people who attacked those victims. So it is highly important to consider as well as discuss. If you actually care about the topic at hand and the people involved that is. If you actually cared about shifting paradigms and improving fandom experience.

Lastly, Jared does deserve an apology too, the behavior displayed towards him is inhuman, degrading and damaging. He's no different than all the other persons at the receiving end of atrocious behaviors. The fact that you cannot comprehend that shows you lack humanity and empathy. If this was you or a friend at the receiving end, you would do the right thing but because you resent Jared, you are trying to twist an important discussion to damage him further. Jared doesn't know you and never did anything against you yet you feel entitled to dehumanizing him.

Then there's this: The people who perpetuated these behaviors displayed them publicly as well, especially towards him, thus providing a horrible example for others to follow. If you really cared about resolving bullying you would know those were seriously damaging paradigms being disseminated online and encouraged. Those people felt entitled to tell others to end their existence and the reason this happened was because you chose to ignore it thinking "people are grown ups and they can defend themselves" and "that's a celebrity, I don't care". So you saw the very clear signs but ignored or encouraged. You enabled. Now you are trying to create drama centered on one of the victims instead of owning your part in all of that and working on ways to create healthier fandom experiences.

Let's look at this one:

"We can attack Jared haters(or Misha haters or Jensen haters) on any other day of the week" Not only is this person directly admitting to being no different than those perpetrators, she is actually saying that attacking is what they do on a daily basis. Is that supposed to be the normal response? To attack? So bullying is the solution to bullying? Since when? Since when has mobbing people become the norm? Behaviors can be addressed without even remotely attacking someone. If you've created vicious cycles where you gang up on each other then that's only going in one direction, the same one those cult girls had.

My point is, please gain awareness and focus on creating healthy paradigms rather than on victim shaming/blaming, attacking whoever you disapprove of (same pattern those cult girls had, silo mentality and one sided views) and stop enabling the people who created such a negative impact within fandom by allowing them to display disempowering behaviors. Stop feeding into negative patterns and starts building healthy ones. Change starts with you and, whether you are aware of it or not, your choices affect others.

It is truly heartbreaking how people can twist their love for a show into hating actors and other people instead of using that passion to connect with like minded souls and create beautiful experiences together.

#anti jared hate #anti jared fans hate #anti fanaticism #i rant therefore i am

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leopardom · 3 months

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This story has five chapters

Note: this is based on only some thoughts of mine about Damon Baker's photos of Kris. They are entirely subjective and this is just a try by my side to analyze the photos in a story-like way. I don't do that often and just scream in posts or in the tags but ✨emotions✨ are strong because of this story Damon is illustrating with the guys so I felt like giving this a try

Chapter 1: Kris

What a beautiful boy. He is young, only 24, and his features are still so delicate, almost as if puberty didn't hit him yet. He's not young only on the outside, he's young on the inside too. So young and so innocent...

But this world he lives in is putting pressure on him. He has to be a man. But he doesn't feel like a man, at least not yet.

However, he's trying to act like one. He's just a breath away from his middle twenties and his body is fully grown by now. It should be easy to be a man, right? He doesn't know the answer. Because society's pressure and norms are taking their toll on him. His body posture seems neutral at first glance, but his eyes are full of curiousness about something. Something that he has yet to discover and is dying to discover.

Then he looks at you straight in the eye and you finally see it. Sadness. Defeat. He doesn't want to be society's man. He want's to simply be young. A young boy that has yet to find out things about the world. And most importantly, has yet to find out things about himself.

So for a moment, there, at the corner of the room, he goes limb. He lets himself fall to the floor, he needs to do this. And he's sitting there, on his white loose shirt and his briefs, half top indicating his manly nature and half bottom showing his innocent side. The curious child inside him who doesn't bother to go pantless because that's harmless when you're so, so young.

A flower is there. He doesn't know what kind of flower that is, but it's beautiful and fresh. Fresh just like him. He picks it up, plays with it, let's himself feel it with his hands, talks to it, makes it his friend. The flower is pure, and so is he. So pure that he ends up putting it behind his ear.

And then he realises it. He's neither a man nor a boy now. "That's a girl!", that's what everyone would say. And he has learned that this is bad for someone born a male. This isn't good. It's sad. And the sadness is in his eyes, just like before. He pulls his knees close to his chest and loosely wraps his arms around them. He's trying to protect himself from the world's venom in a childlike way. However, he's not completely closed to himself. The curiosity is still there and he's making some room for it.

The flower and the shirt are gone. He's more bare now, yet still not completely. A cloth is wrapped around his head and glitter is surrounding his bright eyes, a step further into his experimentation. Now he's neither a man nor a boy, not even a girl. "He is like a woman!" that's what everyone would say. He knows it by now and he's used to it. His features were the first indication, his curiosity the second. He's used to this now.

But he's also tired of it because he's slowly realising who he is. And he wants a way out of the toxicity surrounding him. He wants to get rid of all these labels that are put on him with mean intentions. This is pressuring him and he's done with this pressure. He wants out.

He's breaking down. The anger, the frustration, all the tension that was building up inside him is getting out. He's silent, but his eyes speak volumes. If looks could kill, his would. If you dare get too close to him now, or open your mouth with vile intentions, he will snap at you. He's done with the bullshit. All he ever wanted was to just be himself in a way that made him feel good.

And then, in the middle of his breakdown, the water cascading over him and drenching him from head to toe... He finally finds his catharsis.

He lets the water wash away the angony and the negativity, all those things that have been clouding his mind for so long and were preventing him from being his true self. No one knows if water is the only thing that's covering his cheeks or if some of those dropplets are tears. But it doesn't matter. Right there, under the water, he's safe and he's getting freed. And the glitter around his eyes is still there and is shining.

He is shining. Shining so bright.

He opens his eyes, looks up to everywhere and nowhere. He knows.

This is not a man. Not a boy. Not a girl. Not a woman.

This is just a male with feminine feautures. This is a person who's been afraid to explore their identity, but not anymore.

This is a person.

This is Kris.

#joker out #kris guštin #emma is rambling #<- i've used this tag in the past but yeah that's it that's the tag now #if he ends up posting more pics after i post this i’ll @@@@@ him #(i’m joking i’ll just edit this whole thing)

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gegegegegesworld · 5 months

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Apology to the fandom

Hello everyone, I am Panda (Potaxiepower formerly known as Kimetsunozushi69) and I want to write this post in order to own my mistakes and to apologise to the ones involved in this situation.

First of all, I am aware of my humour, which has crossed the line many times. I want to seriously apologise for the disgusting jokes that I did without any consideration of people's feelings. I want to clarify that I am not racist, I have no intention of discrimination against anyone.

I will never cross the lines ever again, and I will face the consequences of my actions which harmed many people in this fandom.

I do not expect people to forgive me, because what I said was truly unforgivable, but from now on, I will mature and I will become better.

In regards of others aspects, I want to talk about the way I treated the members involved in this situation, I am sure you all know this, but I was accused of being abusive to some members of this fandom, which I will admit that my behaviour was unacceptable, and my personal struggles and my own problems do not justify the actions that I committed against the people involved.

I admit that I was a very toxic friend, and I never knew how far my actions were until I realised that my harm to them was scarring and traumatising. I admit that my behaviour towards them is irredeemable and that not an apology can fix the consequences of my actions.

None of them truly hurt me, I was the one who was in a bad mental state and because of that I started to wrongly accuse them of things that they were not, and also badmouthing them and manipulating the situation to favour me, which after months of reflection, I realised that that was truly despicable behaviour.

I admit that I did all of this based on my own envy over them being better artists, academically brighter and better writers than me, which made me have an inferiority complex against them and because of that I was acting toxic towards them.

Even when they supported me in my hard times, I was ungrateful and despite them showing emotional and financial support, I was not willing to recognise their efforts to be my friends, because of my ego.

I understand why this situation is happening, because I cannot escape from my actions, I do not expect the fandom to ever forgive, and I understand that, I will face the consequences of what has happened this summer time.

I am sorry for ghosting the victims of the situation after doing enough harm and not apologising genuinely because I was a coward who did not want to accept my mistakes, and I understand why the situation escalated to worse after months.

I also understand why everyone in this fandom is currently furious over this, because I escaped and deleted everything without any explanation, this time, I will face the fandom and listen to your complains, I also will leave the fandom after this in order to start a new phase of my life where in the future I will not commit the same mistakes again.

I also want to clarify that none of my old followers or friends stalked any of the members, I was not aware of them facing harassment online, I am not lying when I say that I had everyone blocked which made me not interact with their posts or be interested in what they were posting, because I didn't want to see what they were doing (because I was ghosting) and I admit that I was talking bad about them behind their backs despite me promising to them that I would not talk about them, but I did not send hate because all the frustration that I had was thrown towards my close friends who were not interested in creating conflicts.

I recently found out that they were receiving some hate regarding the call-out, I did not send anyone. I promise everyone that I was inactive online and was scared of looking at what was happening, and I was with family members and real life friends these past two days.

MeitoMela and Meerudraws are innocent, they never had any vile intentions nor any interest in engaging in discourse, and them being friends and mutuals with me does not mean that they are on my side, nor do they agree with my actions nor are they interested in engaging in this.

Thank you very much for reading this letter, and I hope that the victims of this will find peace and help, and I wish everyone the best and happy holidays.

@irithnova

@tianshiisdead

@miyuecakes

#hetalia discourse #hetalia disk horse #potaxiepower #kimetsunozushi69 #panda #hetalia callout

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intuitive-bbloom · 2 years

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Who are your hidden enemies 💀⛓🔪

Hello everyone! Todays PAC reading is to disclose the secrets of people who feel ill will towards you. This pac is inspired by all the negative energies directed at me by some people on this app. I might as well carry it to do something productive right 🤧🖤

How to pick

Ground yourself and take deep breaths and pick the image/gif that most resonates if none do then your message is not here.

Disclaimer

The images above do not belong to me and tarot should not define your life but help you navigate through it. I am not to blame for whatever decisions you make with this information so proceed with care and logic.

This PAC is filled with heavy energies so if you’re sensitive please proceed with caution.

TW: ED, death threats

Pile 1

Whoever this person is, they have strong energies towards you pile 1. You might not know it but I think this enemy could be family or someone close to you. This hidden enemy wants money! An inheritance maybe, but they really really want to tap into some sort of wealth. This person may be coming to you in the disguise of a family person, a good trusted, loving person but their backs are turned to you to hide their real intentions. They may play the fool, a good natured naive person or they may take you as a fool unsuspecting to their true nature, they see you as young and gullible and naive and they are very good at hiding their wants from you. This person is very charming but don’t be deceived, they might even be a love interest, a fiancé or someone you’re engaged to that is only marrying you for your money, to tap into that wealth you/your family has. Look at our at the signs this person is very cunning and is playing with your emotions, they know how to butter words and get on your good side but wealth is only on their mind, not you. They don’t give a fuck about you. You might already know this person and you’re afraid to cut them off because of childhood trauma but baby please don’t sell yourself short like that if this is you. However this hidden enemy lies in your family for sure so look around, this person is in there, hiding in plain sight. This hidden enemy is manipulative, jealous of you and could be cracking to show their rotten self so pay attention and clean your eyes so you can notice these things better. They also think you’re spoiled and self conscious, they probably know you have a hurt inner child and are capitalizing on that to keep you tied to them, for some of you they know you’re self conscious about your body and looks so beware. They may also think you have no direction and are very immature so they have to “handle” certain things like your banking, your life in general. They’re concealing a lot and I feel this tightness in my throat and I can’t really breathe… interesting. Keep alert pile 1 and good luck!

Pile 2

Hello pile 2. This reading seems interesting. Your hidden enemy might be a work colleague, a classmate, someone in a setting in which you are working or studying. This hidden enemy might think you don’t deserve the recognition you do when they do better, they think you’re mediocre and boring and not all that, they’re wondering why people even pay attention to you. I heard

“Is it because of their skin?”

That’s weird… So this person might be hostile towards you, very harsh and critical of everything you do. They sit and cast judgement on you without even knowing who you really are, they don’t care to know, they only want their perception of you and that alone. This person is very rude, bitter, manipulative, and vile, and I’m guessing not only to you. This person might just be an evil wench to everyone, a very toxic individual. This person hates your guts, hates how loved you are, you’re witty, fun to be around and intellectual and they hate it! They are sad people on the inside and are projecting on you, they repress their emotions and just convert all the hurt inside to knives to stick them into people and you. This hidden enemy wants to be loved and adored and is acting out because of a hurt inner child (idgaf about that tho, this is what the cards are telling me) they might also have a crush on you 😂😂😂 bruhhhh this hidden enemy for some of y’all actually are in love with you guys and hate the attention you guys are getting so in turn they start punishing you for what? What a weirdo. This applies to some of you so take it with a pinch of salt. This enemy feels misery and is unhappy because you are being seen and not them, they hate you because for one, you probably have the body they want, the skin they want and TW: They might have a notorious thing for starving themselves and and trying to mold their body into a certain way and you happen to do that flawlessly. God they really hate how you are so charming and friendly and everything good in this world, like why are you such a rounded person. Ahhh they’re really mad and driving themselves into a wall because of you, this person sits down and thinks about you 24/7 Jesus. “Why do you have to have it so easy and good?” They’re saying to themselves and anyone who has an ear to listen. They’re taking their obsession to the extreme like pile 2 be careful this person really hates your guts and it’s borderline concerning. Be really careful around this person, The death card stands here so they might be sending you death threats or some other bs because this person is unhinged and really wants you gone, like for good. I don’t know how you’re going to resolve it but stay safe and careful.

Pile 3

This is a hidden enemy hiding in plain sight. This enemy is actually part of your close friend group, one of your “besties”. This bestie doesn't give a damn about you 😂😂😂 but something is odd. I am getting that maybe this person doesn’t know they’re actually rooting for your downfall, this person looks up to you in a way, they think you’re very nice and goal oriented, always looking above them! Aha! I get it! This enemy thinks you think you’re better than them in the friend group. They think you look down on them, I think you guys are three in a group so friendship. This person thinks that just because you have your own life put together doesn’t mean you can treat them and your other friend like beggars or shit, I’m shook. I don’t think you’re actually ill in thought, I’m getting this is just how you’re raised so you treat the out and give them things like they’re part of your family because that’s how it’s done, you’re maternal in nature and a provider but this enemy thinks you’re just rubbing it in their faces that you’re better than them and you’re looking down on them for being in a better condition than them. They’re jealous of your house, your family, your life so they may come off as steely and cold to you and you’re wondering why? So they may be distancing themselves from you, they think where you’re heading in life doesn’t collide with where they're heading. This person is disloyal, obsessed with money and a deadbeat, they’re projecting hate and envy into you because of the life they have. I'm getting they probably have a bad mother and you being a maternal figure to them irks them and irritates them. I keep hearing

“Why are you making fun of me?”

It annoyed them how you’re so put together fr. And strong and compassionate, pure hearted and good. So keep an eye out for fake friends like 3!

Pile 4

I’m sorry pile 4 you might actually be in love with this person. I’m even listening to “Plastic Love” by Mariya Takeuchi. That alone explains it, listen to the song your message lies in there.

I’ve been hurt in love ever since that day

I’ve been living with my days and nights switched

While I had spent my nights dancing till morning in fashionable disco clubs

I’ve learned this magic – I’m sorry!

Never love me seriously

Love is just a game, if I’m having fun, then it’s OK

Fancy dresses and heels are like friends that decorate my closed heart in my loneliness

These are the English lyrics, it’s a song sung in Japanese. Anyways I’m getting this person, is not really in love with you, you’re a fling, a rebound or whatever, stringing you along with false promises and fake I love you’s. This person is heartbroken and is breaking your heart, they don’t mean whatever they say and they hide behind a mask, they’re very deceptive. They don’t provide you with anything, no love, no money, no affection and even though they say you’re in the grand scheme of things that they want a future with you, they’re lying through their teeth. Their love is plastic and fake, this person and you just fight and everything they give you have strings attached, it’s like a friends with benefits thing, they just want your body and comfort but not letting you grow either, they’re trapping you with empty promises and stupid proclaims like how they can’t live without you, this person is an energy vampire and is sucking you dry, consuming all your love, time, affection and giving you back nothing in return. This enemy doesn’t want you to progress in life, to live on and cut them out of your life because in a way they have mommy issues and they’ve made you their mother. This is very depressing. This enemy is someone you know and if you love yourself cut this person out, you’re not gaining anything but hurt from this person.

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indigoraysoflight · 11 months

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This One Is For Melissa Mcbride (And Her Fans ❤️)

(original photo via @/calivero92 on IG)

Let me get straight to it.

There should’ve been an official announcement of Melissa McBride’s return. After a lackluster final season, the absolute nightmare that last year must’ve been for her – she deserved nothing but joy, celebration, and endless praise for her in the media. Instead, her announcement was whittled down to a cheap click bait storm perpetuated by someone who had no right to speak for her (I don’t care how well-intentioned it may or may not have been).

We all have some deep feelings about the Twitter storm + clickbait articles that followed yesterday. If you read the tweet in question and were hurt, angry, sad, confused, conflicted, or felt a mixture of everything – ALL YOUR FEELINGS ARE VALID.

Let me preface this by saying I wasn't around for all that happened last year. But I have spoken to a lot of fans – many of them have emotional scars, asked reasonable questions, and were respectful towards people involved in the spinoff. From what I've seen, a handful of people crossed the line by harassing NR and threatening his family – that was vile and disgusting, and they should be called out for it. And they should’ve taken accountability for their actions. Nobody deserves that treatment.

HOWEVER, bunching the entire fandom together with those few that didn’t control their vitriol and calling everyone “toxic” is infuriating and just plain sad. Especially when we remember that this relates to a TV show that THRIVES on showing us the gray areas of moral behaviour.

These are the fans that put their wallets down to watch TWD. The people who passionately talk about their favourites, make fan art, write beautiful letters to the actors, and watch the shows to give them strength and hope in their lives. People who line up at cons, cosplay characters, buy expensive tickets and photo ops just to spend a few minutes with their favourite actors.

But let’s talk specifically about Melissa McBride’s fans.

My question is to anyone who believes all of Melissa’s fans are festering in toxicity – do you know what the fans she has ACTUALLY nurtured look like?

Let me introduce you.

The majority of the fans that adore Carol are survivours like her. The type of abuse they face may have different names – but they resonated with Carol deeply because she showed them they were stronger than their trauma. Stronger than the people who caused those traumas. She taught them how to fight back. To rise up.

These are some of the strongest, most vulnerable, perceptive, passionate, and empathetic people in the fandom. They’ve watched this show and looked up to Carol to get them through whatever difficult times they faced. Some are still deciding whether or not to subscribe to watch any future spinoffs.

Here’s another question to anyone who believes the narrative from last year (not by Melissa or her reps) that was spread again yesterday – Do you *KNOW* Melissa McBride?

Melissa McBride is the woman who has spent over a decade breathing life into Carol Peletier. She has shown us Carol’s strength, her raw vulnerability, and her tenacious spirit. Qualities that come from within Melissa that she harnessed to bring Carol to our screens. She is a class act. Everyone who has ever worked with her has called her wonderful and professional. She is charming, sweet, remarkably intelligent, and an extremely eloquent speaker.

And she can speak her truth for herself – when she wants to or if she wants to.

She has written to her fans, and treated her fans with love and respect. She’s spent hours at cons speaking to them. With her performance, she has helped DV survivours leave difficult situations. She has inspired people to move through their traumas and get out of toxic situations. She even skipped the red carpet at the finale event to skip the limelight and go spend time with her fans.

And through all this, Melissa has shown nothing but love, gratitude, and respect for her fans. She has been a beacon of light in the lives of her fans. And most importantly, she has taught us how to stand up for ourselves.

Did they honestly think that when the time came to stand up for her – we would sit still? They better think again.

Melissa McBride doesn't just deserve better...

She deserves the goddamn world.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol #Melissa McBride deserved better

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imjustasimpxd · 2 years

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All Actions Have Consequences | Chapter One

➬ Mafia Kento Nanami x Fem reader

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Pairing : Mafia Kento Nanami x fem reader

Summary : They say evil actions can be done with good intentions, this is especially true for Kento Nanami. Growing up, he was taught to always remain honest, respectful, and hard working. For the most part he was, that is, until being fired from his job forced him into a financial chokehold. Desperate to figure out a way to provide for his wife, Nanami crosses paths with the leader of his country’s biggest mafia empire, deciding to secretly work under them in order to make ends meet. We know desperate times call for desperate measures, but how long can Nanami hide this vile profession from his wife before it comes back to bite him?

Word count : around 1,800 words

Warnings : angst, family troubles, toxic parental relationship, insults on “not being wealthy”, lots of belittling and aggressive dialogue, classism.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is wholly mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

“Are you almost ready?”

Nanami quickly turned his head around at the sudden voice, eyes narrowing in to see his soon to be father in law standing in the doorway of his dressing room.

“Just a few more minutes” Nanami flashed your father a wide grin, his face dazzling with excitement as he anticipated the long awaited event he was getting dressed for. “How is she?” He chirped, eyes glancing downwards in order to fix his tie.

“She’s almost done,” your father responded vaguely, his tone sounding notably annoyed as he stared down the blonde man with a glare.

It’s odd, usually, most fathers are joyful and proud when they hear their daughter is getting married, perhaps a little emotional as well. However, your father was the complete opposite. Instead of being excited to witness this meaningful event, he appeared to be bothered, angered even.

Nanami fully understood that your father had never approved of him, he was always intent on making that fact very clear, but Nanami still hoped he would have the decency to at least put on a smile for the wedding day. Nevertheless, your father seemed determined to make it known that he despised this marriage with his entire being, as if he hadn’t already expressed those feelings every day leading up to this one.

“I came because I need to talk to you.” Your father spoke up, reaching behind him to close the door so no one would hear the earful he was about to give your soon to be husband.

Nanami gulped nervously, desperate to maintain a calm and professional composure as he watched your father approach him from across the the room. “What is it?” He tried to give your father the benefit of the doubt by acting clueless to his intentions, hoping he would surprise him with a sudden change of heart.

Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out that way.

Despite Nanami’s wishes, your father had in fact not had a change of heart. Instead he took this opportunity to remind him once again just how undeserving of his daughter he felt Nanami was.

“I’m only letting this happen because I know she wants it, not because I approve.” Your father reminded him, as if he wasn’t already aware. “As long as I see she’s happy I won’t intervene. But if you ever wrong her in any way I’ll make sure you never see her again.” His tone was harsh and unforgiving, the look in his eyes, even more so.

Your father was always so quick to assert his dominance, to flaunt his position and power over Nanami, especially when it came to you. He took every opportunity he could to remind Nanami of his place in this world, that he was nothing more than a worthless man who wasn’t worthy of his daughter in the slightest.

Compared to the rich and powerful man your father was, Nanami never measured up. He didn’t grow up living the life you did where everything was handed to you, where you didn’t have to worry about a paycheck.

As a child, life was much more difficult for Nanami. With no biological father in the picture and a single mother desperately trying to make ends meet, Nanami was forced to grow up faster than a kid should be allowed to.

As an older teenager he worked multiple jobs, took unreasonably long hours, anything that would help lift the stress off his mother’s shoulders. When he finally helped her get to a stable point financially, he decided to go to college, majoring in business.

He quite literally believes that decision to be the best one of his life, strictly because that’s where he met you.

Just a naive little college girl who seemed embarrassingly out of place in a business class. Poor thing obviously didn’t want to be there, it was clear that she was neither good at this nor interested in it. But still, she stayed, making Nanami curious as to why.

“My father wants me to take over his business when I’m older..” was the exact answer Nanami received when he first asked you why you were taking that class.

Now he understood. This wasn’t your choice, you were being forced into this weren’t you? Told you were obligated to take over your father’s company and keep it alive despite your clear desire to do something else.

As Nanami got to know you more throughout your time in college, his tender heart only caved more and more when he learned of the harshness you were subjected to at home.

He smiled when you told him you dreamed of being an artist, how you wanted to use your talents to create something meaningful in this world. But that smile quickly withered away when he learned how unsupportive your father was of those dreams of yours. How you were told a career of that sort “wouldn’t make a decent living” and soon after forced into giving it up entirely to take on your father’s business.

Despite the kind and loving mask you made sure to wear every day, Nanami knew you weren’t happy. To him, you were still a child at heart, and he didn’t want you to lose that innocence he admired so much.

He told you to pursue your dreams, to never lose sight of them and to chase them with everything you had. But you were scared, you didn’t have the courage to defy your father despite how badly you wanted to follow your dreams.

“He told me I’m on my own if I chose to pursue art. I won’t have any more money coming from him if I refuse.” Nanami almost fainted as the words left your lips. To think a father could be so cruel as to withhold something like that from his own daughter for simply wanting to follow her heart.

“Don’t let him control you. It’s your life, you get to choose what you want to do with it, not him.” Nanami always reassured you that your life was your own, completely different from what you had been raised to believe.

“But what if I lose everything? What if he really does take the money away from me?” You wanted to go after your heart’s desires, but when your dad was unsupportive of them it made it hard to visualize that dream becoming a reality. Easier to just surrender your freedom and stay comfortable in that big estate you called your home than to put up a fight and risk losing your entire lifestyle, right?

“Then I’ll work instead okay? Even if I have to take multiple jobs, I’ll work so you don’t have to alright? If he takes away the money then I’ll make money for you! Just please, promise me you won’t give up on your dreams!” It was that night, when those words fell so effortlessly past his lips that you knew, you would marry this man.

Nanami was the anchor in that storm you called your home life, the light at the end of the tunnel you previously thought was dying out. He was always so encouraging and supportive, something you weren’t used to receiving.

Despite everyone else in your life, Kento Nanami saw you for you; not your social status, and definitely not your wealth.

However your father believed the opposite…

“You’re not using a scrap of anything she earns you hear me? You’ll provide for her with your own money.” Your father warned with a menacing tone, maintaining that deadly stare upon the man who would become his son in law after today.

“I understand.” A soft nod was given in response, a clear sign of Nanami’s desire to hold his tongue despite all the things he wished he could’ve blurted out.

“Thanks to you she won’t be able to support herself. Those worthless paintings you convinced her are so important won’t be nearly enough to allow her to make a decent living. So since you were so happy to make her think otherwise, you’re gonna have to be the one that makes the money in this marriage.” Your father didn’t hold back. There was not an ounce of mercy for the man standing before him. “I don’t care how hard it is or what you have to do to make ends meet, you make sure she’s taken care of alright? Otherwise I’ll drag her right back to our home without a second thought.”

In your father’s eyes, Kento Nanami was nothing more than a leech, a manipulator whose only goal was to earn your family’s wealth and fame by marrying you.

Nanami didn’t love you, not according to your father…

He figured the only explanation for you to want to be associated with a penniless beggar like him was because you had fallen victim to his trickery.

Oh how your father wished he could save you from this. To free you from your brainwashing and marry you off to someone more deserving of your primped hand instead of allowing you to settle with the lowly man standing before him. He was furious that you chose this path, the one that would so obviously lead to your demise. But he knew he couldn’t change your mind, not until you saw for yourself just how wrong you were.

That’s why he let the marriage go through, that’s why he sat there in his front-row seat and watched you give your life to a man he assumed the worst of.

The same man he couldn’t have been more wrong about…

The same man that gazed at you in pure astonishment as you walked down the isle, tears filling his eyes when he realized this was finally happening.

The way your hair was pinned up to reveal your lovely face, the way you smiled so gently at him just like you did the first time he met you in that classroom. All of it nearly stripped the breath from Nanami’s lungs as he stood at that alter, swearing he’d never seen a more beautiful version of you in his life.

And when he finally grasped your hand, sliding that precious ring around your finger, he promised himself one thing.

No matter what he had to do, no matter what kind of man he’d turn into, he would not let you lose yourself to the clutches of your father. He would protect that innocence you still attained and do all he could to provide for you so you would have the opportunity to follow your dreams.

He would not let that tender heart of yours be tarnished by greed or hatred.

Even if he had to lose his own humanity to achieve it.. he promised himself he would never force you to fend for yourself…

That he would protect you, no matter the consequences…

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