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The Anbu Captain XIII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Akio reevaluates his situation with you causing you and Kakashi to have an argument. Lord Hiruzen summons him giving him unexpected news.

Warnings: NSFW, biting, nipple play, anal play, butt plug, collar kink, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.2k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 12 New here? Check out Part 1

“Lord Third, I beg you! Kakashi is not suited for the Anbu anymore.” Gai bows before Hiruzen honoring him while he pleads for his best friend.

“Is that so?” The wise Hokage tips his head to the side while the end of his pipe rests between his lips.

“Please, he was so close to being pulled from the darkness.”

“Whatever do you mean, Gai?”

“Lord Hiruzen, surely you know. There is a young woman, he loves her but because of the darkness the Anbu must live in, he let her go. He needs her, Lord Third.” in dramatic fashion, Gai’s eyes leak tears over your lost relationship. When he heard, he was heartbroken.

“When exactly did this happen?”

“Five weeks ago, Sir”

Lord Hiruzen presses his lips together in a firm line. It was as he thought. “Thank you for your concern Gai.”

“But Lord Third!-”

Gai’s objection was cut off by a stern look from the old man before he faced defeat and turned to leave, fearing he had not done justice by his best friend and rival.

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You sit in your office Monday morning, excited for the day and to see Akio after your magical date over the weekend. You felt at peace after all that misery. Finally, you could breathe and feel a semblance of normality. Only, Akio doesn’t make his morning trip to your office. It’s no matter. A bit strange but you don’t feel fazed. You decide to take an early lunch and run to the cafe down the street, buying two coffees. You hurry back to headquarters and this time knock on Akio’s open office door.

“Hey babe!”

The words felt strange on your lips but what else did you expect from a new relationship? Akio keeps his eyes trained down on his desk. You would’ve thought he was ignoring you except the rest of him froze when he heard your voice.

“Akio?”

You walk towards his desk, setting the coffees down and grabbing his jaw, tilting his head up to face you. An audible gasp leaves your lips as you look upon his face. A swirling vortex of purple, yellow, and blue bruising covers his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, a tell tale sign it had been broken.

“Wh-what happened?!”

“What do you think happened?” He grumbled with spite in his voice. You were hurt and thrown off guard. The current mood between you was a far cry from where you left off this weekend.

“What do you mean?”

“When were you going to tell me that your ex boyfriend is Cold Blooded Kakashi?”

Your eyes widen in horror. No.

“Don’t call him that.” you whisper, still shell shocked by Kakashi’s actions but feeling the need to defend him nonetheless. So many emotions were flowing through you at this moment. Anger towards Kakashi for interfering with your happiness, excitement that he still cares, reassurance that the breakup was hard on him too, despair at the thought of him ruining your budding relationship. Then the sound of Akio’s voice pulls you out of your fog.

“Answer me Y/N. When were you going to warn me that your ex is the most dangerous man in the village?”

You were surprised by the harshness of his voice. “I… I assumed you already knew” you admit sheepishly.

“And you didn’t think that it was important to verify that I knew what I was getting into?!”

“What does that mean?!”

“It means a little warning would’ve been nice before I got jumped leaving your house!”

“How was I supposed to know he’d go and do this?! He broke up with me!” your voice starts to rise as you throw a small tantrum. “And forgive me for assuming you knew but I accidentally became a minor celebrity because of my relationship with him! I couldn’t step out of the house without being quizzed about being the Copy Ninja’s girlfriend! Seeing as we are colleagues and friends I assumed you were aware of the idle gossip surrounding my dating life. I mean come on! You only asked me out again because you heard from someone that I was single!”

You were mad. But truthfully, not at him. Though it sure felt like it at that moment. You huff frustrated at him. After a few heavy breaths fill the silence between you two, you lower your chin and ask him in a small whisper,

“So where does this leave us?”

Akio turns his head to the side, unable to look you in the eye. “I like you, a lot… but no relationship is worth compromising my safety. I’m sorry but I don’t want to continue seeing you.”

You feel the tears well in your lash line. You don’t even say a word before turning on your heel and leaving.

The coffees are left forgotten on his desk as you rush back to the comfort of your office. Your face once more buried in the scrolls as tears drip off the tip of your nose in a vain attempt to distract yourself. Akio’s rejection stinging you, tearing open the fresh wound of your failed relationship with Kakashi. Alone once more…

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You are at home cooking when you feel it. Eyes are watching you. You put down your knife and go write on a piece of paper. You pick it up and silently tape it to your window

I know you’re watching me. If you have something to say come inside and talk

You go back to chopping when you see Kakashi skillfully crawl through the window.

“What do you want, Kakashi?” You try to say it coldly but it doesn’t quite come out right. The hurt in your voice is still very apparent.

“You were disloyal.”

“Dis-disloyal?! Are you kidding me?! We’re not dating!” you feel the anger rip through you. Your well of emotions overflowing from the mix of disappointment, abandonment, anger, and hurt. “You left me! You broke up with me! There is no relationship to have loyalty towards!”

“You are forbidden from seeing any men.”

He states it so matter of factly, it knocks you off your feet.

“I’m what?!” You ask incredulously. “If you care so much about me dating anyone else then why don’t you just admit that you want to be together?!” You feel the tears gather on your waterline for a second time today.

“I don’t want to get back together.”

Liar. Why else would you care?

“So let me get this straight!” Your voice starts to escalate and you begin to shout at him, “You refuse to be with me but I’m not allowed to attempt to move on and be with anyone else?!”

Kakashi, stern with his answer, responds “Yes”

“So no matter what I do, I end up alone.” You huff, folding your arms and looking at the ceiling in one last vain attempt to try and hold back your tears. You lick your teeth, trying to gain your composure. “You went ahead and decided that I have to be alone. For the rest of my life, alone.” You can’t hold it back anymore, tears freely pour down your cheeks, your hands becoming animated as you speak. “You know what, Kakashi, I never asked for this. Any of it. All I did was trip in front of you! You’re the one who pursued me. You’re the one who followed me. You’re the one who spied on me!”

His face was severe. Your eyes desperately searched it but you couldn’t see an ounce of remorse for his actions. He was colder than the day you met him. The man you loved nowhere in sight. He turned around and left you there, a weeping mess, even more broken than last time.

All traces of his presence were gone. Even his scent had vanished. It felt as fresh as the day he left you. You dropped the knife in your hand as you fell to the floor, pulling your knees into your chest as you drop your forehead down on them, crying into your lap. Tears spill from your cheeks onto your legs, soaking your sweatpants. Your shoulders bobbing up and down as you cried. Your arms self-soothingly hug around your legs.

“Are you okay Y/N?” You hear Pakkun’s deep voice suddenly by your ankle.

“No” you sniffle. “It’s like he never cared. Why did he make me think he ever cared?” Your voice broke at the end. More tears streaming down your face.

“Cause he does care. He’s lost everyone he’s ever loved. It’s easier to push people away than to risk losing one more person.”

You sniffle looking up at Pakkun.

He walks over, bunting his head against your side. You stretch out your hand to scratch behind his ear. His tail involuntarily wags.

“You know, for a fearsome ninja hound, you sure seem to enjoy being domesticated.” you say in a broken voice.

“Lets keep that between you and me.” He says.

You let out a small giggle. Pakkun sits down next to you, sticking by your side. You felt a small amount of comfort having him next to you again. You really missed him.

Eventually you feel your puffy eyes grow tired and decide to get ready for bed. You put on shorts and a baggy shirt.

“You changed your pajamas.”

“It was too hard to sleep in my old pajamas after…you know.”

A whine left Pakkun before he jumped up on the bed. You slip between the sheets and turn on your side, curling up into a ball. Pakkun makes himself at home on your pillow up by your head. He curls up against your hair, his heat and rhythmic breathing lulling you to sleep. You loved him for checking in on you. You wished he had done it sooner but his timing couldn’t have been better.

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Day breaks and you are off to work, letting Pakkun out of your home after breakfast just like old times. You bend down before parting ways and scratch his ears.

“Thank you Pakkun, thank you for being there for me. Please don’t be a stranger.”

He gives you a smile, “I could never view you as a stranger, miss. I’ll see you around.”

Your heart feels empty as he disappears in a cloud of smoke. Was he summoned or did he just go back to the pack? You would never know.

However Pakkun appears in front of Kakashi as the symbols on the ground fade away where he had pressed his palm into the dirt. Immediately Kakashi catches a whiff of your scent.

“It seems your loyalty has changed”

“Kakashi, I know you still care for her. Drop the tough guy act.”

Kakashi glared daggers into Pakkun.

“She’s a nice girl, certainly my favorite human, and an excellent cook.” He says as he tauntingly saunters past Kakashi, “I lived with her for 6 months, under your instructions, and from everything I’ve seen, she loves you, even now.”

“Yet the minute I call it quits she goes back to Akio”

“Cause she’s heartbroken.”

“Cause she can’t be trusted.”

“Don’t be like that Kakashi. Don’t go back to how you were. You deserve to be happy. She makes you happy. Why fight your feelings?”

“Because-”

“Umm, excuse me Mr. Hatake,” a young genin appears before the man and his hound, bowing and red from interrupting the argument, “Lord Hokage has requested your presence, Sir.”

Kakashi purses his lips, “Thank you” he nods at the boy before turning his attention back on Pakkun, “We’ll finish this later.”

He said it with venom, furious that his trusted friend and ally would choose you over him. But for now he had his duty to attend to. He dons his mask and launches over the rooftops, hastily making his way towards headquarters.

“Lord Third, you wanted to see me Sir?” He says with a slight bow, sinking down to his knee.

“Yes, Kakashi. I’ve been doing some thinking.” Kakashi’s interest was piqued. Usually those words were followed by acts of war or an extremely dangerous mission. He would love the distraction of a deadly mission right now. Anything to keep his mind off of the memory of your crying face.

“How many years have you served in the Anbu so far?”

“About ten years.”

“Please remove your mask.” Kakashi obliges, his sharp eyes peering up at Lord Hiruzen as he continues. “Ten years you say? Perhaps I have asked too much of you.”

“Sir?”

“You are to become a Jonin Leader.”

“What?”

“Go exchange your uniform. You are dismissed.”

Kakashi finds himself at the quartermaster handing over his well worn but equally well kept uniform. The one he was issued as a child and slowly traded in as he grew into a man. The steely gray of his armor swapped out for a dark green vest. The same kind of vest worn by his classmates.

He ran his fingers over the stitching, the feeling foreign to him. Slowly he started to realize the S rank missions would be replaced with D and C rank missions. He would be spending most of his days in the village, training kids, instead of visiting other lands. He had years before he would be away from the village on long missions with his team. He threaded his arms through the vest and allowed it to rest on his shoulders. He zipped up the front and lifted his face to stare at himself in the mirror. As his reflection gazed back at him, his mind began to clear. His thoughts snapped into place.

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That evening you peel yourself off of the couch to head to the kitchen and make some tea when you hear a knock at your front door. You pivot towards it, reaching for the nob and twisting it open to reveal Kakashi filling the doorframe. He stares down at you, noting your red and puffy eyes. He felt his stomach twist seeing the evidence of how much he hurt you. Your jaw falls open while you stumble over your thoughts. You whisper to him,

“Wh-what are you wearing?”

You scan up and down his body. He was dressed as a regular jonin, trading in his signature gray armor for a forest green vest.

“May I come inside?”

You silently nod, stepping aside for him to move past you, eyes following him before turning to latch the door.

“I’m making tea, you want some?”

He nods, “yes please.”

You wait for the kettle to sing while standing in complete silence. Your mind runs wild. Once the kettle’s tune is heard, you pour the water into two clay mugs and turn towards the table to let the leaves steep while you take your seat. When you look up however you see a brown mole under Kakashi’s lip. Both cups clatter on the floor, their structure shattering, fractals dispersed throughout the kitchen.

“Your…face.”

Kakashi jumped up to clean up your mess. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I scared you! Are you hurt?”

Luckily the boiling water missed you. You stoop down to clean up the mess but you are unable to tear your eyes away from his lips and chin. He is showing you his face…

He sees how robotic your movements are and stills his efforts.

“Maybe we can finish picking this up later. “

You nod and walk over to the couch together, your eyes locked on him. You both take a seat on the couch together, bodies angled towards each other.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You silently stare at him but he can see the wheels turning in your head.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never- I couldn’t-“ he stops and takes a soothing breath, “Lord Hiruzen summoned me and-“

Your face breaks. Tears leak out of your eyes followed by you crumbling in his arms, spiraling into a full on sob, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Your fists clutch his black sleeves.

“Captain…” you choke between cries.

You already know what he’s about to say, he doesn’t need to finish. He pulls you into his lap, stroking your hair. He lifts your chin towards his face, pressing a firm kiss against your lips, saying everything that he can’t put into words with a purse of his soft mouth. He pulled you closer before he gently coos in your ear,

“I won’t make you be alone anymore. I’m where I belong.” He kisses your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours, looking at you through his lashes, “I’m here Y/N…to stay.”

You look up at him with watery doe eyes, unsure of what to say.

He scoops you up and carries you bridal style to your bed. He sets you down delicately, crawling on the bed to press feather light kisses on your neck. He takes his time, slowly and carefully placing each mark on your sensitive skin. Your eyes close and your breathing becomes shallow. He traces his fingers down your arm before intertwining his hand in yours. His other hand cradles the back of your head pulling you up into him.

He kisses you meaningfully, there is so much said as he lightly sucks on your bottom lip. The love that he felt for you had never been more clear. You were his home. As he slipped his tongue to dance with your own, you let it be known that he is your home too. It was as if the world stopped spinning on its axis, everything went still around you. Time itself ceased in that moment as you reacquainted yourself with him. You pull your head back slightly, allowing the string of spit to stretch between your lips as you panted his favorite sentence.

“I love you, Kakashi”

“I love you, Y/N. Now and always”

You pressed your foreheads together before smiling, allowing your breathing to sync. You brought your free hand up to the base of his head, fingers lightly playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his head while your thumb strokes Kakashi’s knuckle in your other hand. You take a moment, focusing on each other, feeling your rhythms align, soaking in the warmth of each other’s bodies before kakashi moves his hands, gliding them from your shoulders, down your ribs and curled his fingers under your shirt, gently tugging up the fabric, lifting your shirt over your head.

You unzip and pull off his Jonin vest before sliding his black undershirt off his torso. He slowly and purposefully litters your chest and stomach with marks down to your waist band before he drags down both your underwear and sweatpants past your knees and off your ankles. His fingers push into the soles of your feet, gently massaging them before his mouth works its way back up the inside of your leg, kissing your inner thighs, tantalizingly sucking the skin just outside your heat.

He slowly makes his way over to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before focusing on your bundle of nerves. His tongue gently presses into your slit, hooking up towards the skin just below your clit. A soft moan spills from your lips, as you allow your eyes to flutter shut. He worships you, he adores you, his affection is expressed through his tongue. He takes his fingers and uses them to spread apart your lips, while his tongue dives in pushing deeper before hooking upwards again to suck at the skin at the front of your entrance.

You feel your sensitivity increase and your legs slightly twitch. Your hands move to grab your breasts, kneading the fat with your fingers. His nose gently nudged your little nub as he pushed his tongue inside of you. The fingers he had wrapped around you sank in and groped you. Though his mouth was gentle, his passions started to show as his knuckles turned white from gripping you so tight. He licked up from between your folds and swirled his tongue around your clitoris, running it in a circle before closing his lips around it, and sucking gently. You arched your back and let out a light cry, feeling him stimulate you, seeing stars, as you tilt your head back into the pillow. The fingers that spread you open closed together and slip inside of you while his lips lock over your bundle of nerves. His two fingers drag in and out of you slowly. Pulling little moans out of your mouth while also pulling slick from your needy hole. His fingers worked inside of you, feeling how your squishy walls closed around him, attempting to push his digits deeper inside your cavern.

Hand working in tandem with his mouth, Kakashi’s tongue flicked over your swollen bean. Your core tightened. You battled to keep your hips tilted up. Then your hands found their way into Kakashi’s hair, pushing him down as he feasted on your sweet spread.

“Thank you Captain” you whisper, barely able to string the words together through the fog of your mind. He groans into your sex as you praise him, his hand bearing down on your flesh even harder. One of your hands leaves his mop to clutch at the pillow. You can feel your cream drip out of your slit from the magical motions of his fingers and pink muscle. Short breathy hah’s echo from your chest as you climaxed.

Kakashi slid his fingers out of you and instead of feeding them to you, he stuck the digits in his mouth. His lips closed over the knuckle, eyes falling shut. He missed your taste. He believed he would never experience it again and now that he had you back, he cleared his mind to memorize it. Lapping up every note while he cleaned your mess off of his hand.

Your hands stretch up to his face, your fingers politely grabbing him to pull him down so you can kiss him and taste yourself on his lips. Kakashi acquiesces and leans down, he unties his pants as he lowers his shoulders. You push your chest up against his, needing to be close to him. Needing to share the same space as him.

You feel his tip prod at your entrance. Your grip on him tightening when you do. Moans escape your mouth while you pull back from the kiss to breathe. Kakashi captures your lips right when he sinks into your slit. Your cream already forming a ring around his shaft as he buries himself inside of you. He stays still, feeling how your walls hug him as your kiss becomes sloppy, more needy, and heated. Kakashi pulls back and thrusts up with purposeful strokes. High pitched moans travel from your mouth into his with each movement of his hips.

Remembering where you like it, he ran his tip into your spongy spot, the one that could only be reached by him deep inside of you. Your legs instinctually wrap around him, demanding him to do it again. His teeth catch your lip, tugging on it as he continues massaging just where you want him. Each stroke making you melt into the sheets. He pulls his head back, your lip slowly slipping from his bite, leaving it red and swollen. It was truly beautiful to look upon.

“Does my good girl like that?”

“Yes, Captain” you breathe “Yes”

You rub the bottom of your foot along the back of his leg. Showing him affection and appreciation for how he pleasures you. Your eyes wander down to where your bodies connect, pupils dilating as you watch his v-line rock back and forth at your entrance. Your eyes pan up his body, watching the muscles adorning his stomach flex with each movement. Each rut inside of you, lightly pushing you up into the headboard of your bed. Though his pace was slow, it did the trick.

This body worshiping session was far from his usual way with you but you knew what it was. It was his apology for pushing you away. It was him remembering how much he loved you. It was him reconnecting with you and asking you to let him stay. He is the love of your life and the flame lit inside your chest burns only for him.

That thought makes you grip him tighter between your thighs. He feels the added pressure and it spurs him on just slightly. His pace quickening to a gentle gallop, watching your plush tits sway beneath his chest. Kakashi lowers his face to nip at your neck and lick a stripe up your jaw.

An involuntary groan falls out of you and that’s when he punctuates each time he fully penetrates you up to the hilt. He pushes the bottom of your cervix up to your diaphragm with a sharp roll of his hips, knocking the wind out of you even at his slowed pace.

Your eyes have a pleading look to them. You wanted him to help you finish. He kisses your forehead, assuring you that he would. His eyes intensely bore into yours, drinking up your pleasured expression as he pounded into you. Pausing slightly after each thrust to feel you constrict around him.

His dick twitched inside of you. The power of the emotions he felt for you in this moment pull him to the brink of orgasm. He sped up his pace ever so slightly to finish the job, your high hits at the exact same moment. His was extra intense as your spasming walls clamped down around his sensitive leaking tip. He almost pulled out of you because it was too much but he willed himself to stay inside. He needed to deposit his load into you. He needed you to be full of him, marked by him, claimed as his.

“Keep it in” he whispers to you before you could finish sitting up. So instead you pull him back down. You roll to your side, staring up at him before tucking your head into his chest and tangling your legs with his. He holds you close, arms encircling your body. “I will never let go of you again. I promise.”

Epilogue

“On your hands and knees Mrs. Hatake.”

You turn around, facing your hickey-strewn neck away from your new husband. He had intentionally left his favorite canvas blank the weeks leading up to the ceremony so he could absolutely ruin you on your wedding night.

He licks his lips, sucking the iron from them. Proud of his artwork. The wait was worth it. You looked so beautiful in your wedding attire but now, now you looked perfect.

Fingers trail down pinching the snowy fabric. He lifts the hem of your white kimono above your hips. Kakashi’s heart pounds when it is revealed that you wore his favorite gem during your vows. The blush colored jewel peaks out from between your cheeks, welcoming him to his new normal. A breathy' I love you' leaves his lips as he kneels on the bed behind you, hands running light circles over the soft skin of your ass.

You feel him rub his hardened length against your dripping folds as you lower your torso to the bed, stretching your arms above your head, resting your ear on the mattress, ready for him to enter.

It was only fitting for the pack’s alpha to take you from behind as your first marital act. He slips into you with no preparation necessary. You had been waiting for this moment, wondering how he was going to be with you on such a momentous occasion. The anticipation kept you up the night before.

You were anxious and excited. All the planning and coordination kept you stressed for months even though it was a small event, per Kakashi’s wishes. However you’d go through all that stress again if it meant reliving this day. It was perfect. Everything about it was perfect.

Pakkun made the most adorable little ring bearer, trotting up the aisle with a pillow tied around his neck. Normally he would never carry himself in such an undignified way but he could never say no to you. At the reception Gai stood up and gave the most hilarious and emotional speech, pulling both tears of joy and laughter from your eyes. You had to stop him when the sake got him all worked up over their rivalry and he swore he would find a woman more beautiful than you if he could not beat Kakahsi in a foot race then and there. At the end of your vows Kakashi’s hounds howled towards the evening sky, welcoming you into the pack. And now this…

He slowly glides in and out of you, rolling his hips as he fully lubricates his shaft. He pauses each time he is fully buried in you, savoring how you squeeze around him, butterflies erupting in your core each time. Kakashi pulls a breath between his teeth,

“Fuuuuck Y/N, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy everyday for the rest of our lives.”

Kakashi lulls his head back in bliss, closing his eyes, indulging in the languid pace of his strokes. Your soft mewls ring in his ears. He loves the sound. Your perfect voice tickling his ear drums.

He allows his fingers to grip you more harshly, stabilizing you as he builds up speed. Your favorite titillation is when the anal plug rubs against Kakashi’s thrusting length stimulating your sensitive spot so well. Ever since your first date, it was your favorite way to be with him. The fullness of the feeling, like you were stuffed to the brim. It was a filthy sensation. You were a depraved woman, fiending for the touch that only Kakashi could give you.

You rock your hips back against him with your arms outstretched. The flesh of your behind jiggled with each collision of your hips. A satisfying visual for a man who just vowed to spend the rest of his life with you.

The pace of his hips picked up into a rapid series of strokes. He was humping you like a rabid dog, completely consumed by lust. It was as if he was seeing red. The only thing real to him was the sensation of your walls wrapped around his shaft. Closing down on him even tighter with the helpful pressure of your plug.

“F-fuck Captain. You t-treat me so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Keep taking me. Take everything I give you.”

“Ye-es, sir-ir-ir”

He was pounding so hard you could hardly speak. The weight on his balls slammed into your puffy clit, stimulating it and probing you towards orgasm. It was coming quicker than usual. The evening’s attire somewhat exhorts you. You were fully aware of your disheveled shiromuku and Kakashi’s black robe barely hanging on his shoulders. His glistening abdominals exposed to the night air, beads of sweat beginning to form and roll down towards where you connect. His tip pushed against your uterus threatening to breed you.

“F-fuck!” you cry into the bed.

With a particularly punctuated series of strokes you snap, toppling over into your first orgasm of the night.

You sit back on your heels, pulling your forearms under you for support as you twitch and heave through your orgasm. Kakashi stills and rubs soothing circles on your back. He kisses your neck, drawing attention to the skin behind your ear. Placing his gentle lips where it was most sensitive. He slowly traces his hand down your spine, gliding his fingertips over your rumpled up hem and grasps around the rim of your gem. He playfully tugs at the jewel as you protest.

“H-hey!”

“Sorry dear but to make this marriage legitimate I’ll need to consummate all of your holes”

You laugh. How could you say no? His words spoken in his husky voice are intoxicating. Your eyes roll back as you let yourself relax, body prepared for him to remove your plug. You feel the painfully good stretch as he removes the bulb, leaving behind your gaping hole, ready for insertion.

Your vision clouded as he sunk his head between your cheeks, his manhood stuffing you full and stretching you out. You felt him push up into a secret special spot that turned your vision white.

“H-haaah!”

“That’s it my love, cry out for me.”

“Oh my gods! Fu-fuuuuck!”

Kakashi lifted you by your shoulders so that he was stroking into your ass while you were standing on your knees. He undid the front of your kimono, letting it fall open and exposing your chest. His fingers eager to pinch your nipples.

You reach your hands back, trying to push him off a little just so he wouldn’t go as deep but instead he overpowered you. Hands grabbing onto your mounds and pulling you into his chest. Forcing you to bounce off of his hips, with harsh, deep thrusts tunneling into your warm cavern. The more forceful his strokes, the harder his fingers bit down on your perky nubs, only rolling them when he switched up his pace to give you a moment of reprieve. Then he’d go back to pounding away, working you hard to break you in.

With one last greedy bruising grip of your tits, he pushes you back down onto all fours. He planted one foot while supporting the rest of his weight on his knee, anchoring himself, ready to hammer into you. You already knew what was about to come. You begin to chew on your lower lip as your eyebrows knit together in want. You feel your mouth water, drool threatening to spill out when he finally starts.

You shriek. He was holding nothing back. He pounded away into your tight sphincter with reckless abandon. You grasp at the bedsheets looking for anything to support you as he throws his entire body weight behind his pelvis as it rails into your hole. You swear he is trying to break the bed. Your throat goes hoarse from your screams. Kakashi anchors you by your shoulders as your entire body shifts back and forth violently swaying from his pace. Soon only choked moans can spill out and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His heavy balls once again slapping into your swollen bean, intensifying the thrusts even more till you wail that you're gonna pee.

“Cum f’me, my love” he coos in your ear.

“Yes Captain!”

You unleash a spray all over the bed and between your thighs. Kakashi fucked you through it, animalistically driving into you. Sweat rolled down your temple from your hairline, the labors of the night wearing you down.

Kakashi flipped you on your back, pulling out of your ass and pummeling back into your cunt. He quickly pumped into you, watching your eyes glaze over with lust as you stared up at him. His pupils blown wide, looking down on you, his adoring wife. The love of his life lay beneath him. Officially his...forever.

He could not be happier.

He watched as your tits rocked up and down with each stroke of his manhood, your nipples pink from his toying with them. He bent down to suckle at them while he crunched his abdominals, still stroking into you. You threw your hands into his hair, clutching at it till he raised his head. They then fell to his biceps. Your fucked out face painted with exhaustion.

You feel him twitching inside of you…finally, he was close. A mean smirk tugs on one side of his mouth and you know he’s coming for the grande finale. He brushes your bottom lip with this thumb before lowering his hand to grip around your neck. His other hand traced down your stomach to your clit where this thumb traced quick circles that matched the pace of his steadily racing hips. His toned abs twitched and flexed, his stokes losing their rhythm till at last he heavily groans, falling onto his hands, slowly milking himself with your walls.

You quiver under him, holding onto him tightly. You feel his load seep out, fat globs of cum trickling down your taint and glossing over your puckered rear until you collapse, sprawled out on the bed, panting through your high.

Kakashi gives you a deep kiss before stepping away. Your head cranes over to look at him rummage through your dresser drawer. He turns back to you clutching a familiar object.

You lift your head slightly so Kakashi can slip the leather around your neck, closing the fasten tight against it, while his fingers admire the heart shaped tag.

Emotionally you had belonged to him for quite some time, but now, you belonged to him legally. He finds this thought erotic as he slips his finger through the small silver loop of your collar and he pulls your face up to his. The leather bites into the skin of your neck. He husks into the shell of your ear words that spike your veins with passion and make your eyes flutter closed with desire.

“Ready my love? Cause I’m gonna fuck my wife till the sun comes up no matter how many times you beg me to stop.”

“Yes”

~Fin~

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Author's Note: We made it! Thank you for joining me in this series. I hope the ending is everything your hearts desire :)

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Request: This is... confusing so stay with me I'm so sorry 😭, but can I have headcanons or one-shot (or both👀) of a striker x female reader where the reader is beezlebub daughter? Like this is an au where the reader is an imp and she's royalty demon, ig backstory bee had and ex and had an imp kid with him and he died and like vortex is her new step dad, since striker Hates royals how would he react to this? (I'm so sorry feel free to ignore but I really love if you could write this 😭🩷)

The Daughter Of My Enemy

✧- Author's Note: This is a request.Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✧- Word Count: 1778

✧- Contains: Semi asshole Striker, Fem Reader, Verosika, Sweet Moments, Tears, & Comfort.

“ Let’s get this party fucking started! “ (Name) yelled. She looked down at all her party guests who were living it up. While (Name’s) mother Beelzebub was on a honeymoon. (Name) decided to throw a party. (Name) walked down the stairs as she watched as everyone was drinking, eating, and chatting it up. Everyone was living it up and that’s how (Name) liked it. Her phone started to buzz. She pulled it out and looked at the text that appeared on her screen; she grinned as her best friend Verosika said. That she was on her way. (Name) couldn’t wait to see her friend because she had missed her so much. Verosika was the first person to treat (Name) with kindness. Not many people were kind to her since she was part imp and most people that did like her. Only liked her because her mom was Beezlebub which meant parties, status, and money. (Name) can’t even remember her father and doesn’t really want to since he hasn’t bothered to wish her a happy birthday in so many years or even visit. Besides (Name) was happy with her step dad Vortex. He taught her to love herself and protect herself. He was also a fun dad who sometimes took her out shopping, to games, and even taught her how to dance at her first Hellhound party. So she hoped that he was enjoying himself with her mother on the honeymoon. (Name) walked over to the bar to get herself a drink. She would say hello to her guests and ask them how they were doing. “ Heyy bitch! “ Verosika called out. (Name) turned around and smiled. “ Verosika! “ (Name) squealed and ran over to her best friend. The two hugged each other and laughed. Giving each other a kiss on both cheeks before pulling away. “ You look hot~ “ Verosika said, looking up and down at your outfit. “ Oh, come on, you are literally from Lust, you look the hottest. I love your shoes. They really go with the jacket. “ (Name) said.

While this chatting was going on. (Name’s) eyes landed on the imp that stood near Verosika he was wearing a black turtleneck and gray pants. He had a drink in his hand while he seemed to be just observing the party. “ Is this the friend you were talking about? “ (Name) said. Verosika looked towards Striker and nudged him. “ Yeah, this is Striker, and Striker this is (Name) “ Verosika said. “ Please to meet ya, this quite some party you have going on. The alcohol is not really my taste but it’s better than what they have down in Wrath. “ Striker said while rolling his eyes. “ Well we have other options at the bar if it’s not to your liking partner~ “ (Name) smirked while mocking his accent. “ Verosika said you were pretty, but she didn’t tell me that you were also funny. Your accent could use a bit of work though. “ Striker chuckled while hissing. “ Well hopefully you’ll stick around long enough so I can work on it. “ (Name) said while tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “ I’ll go see what I can get a Wrath person like you. “ (Name) winked and walked off. Striker watched as (Name) walked towards the bar.

“ Wow, Ver, she truly is a beautiful and funny one at best. “ Striker said while he continued to eye (Name). “ Don’t get your hopes up too high. “ Verosika said. As she bats away someone who tried to hit on her. “ Why does she have a boyfriend? “ Striker asked. Verosika shook her head. “ Does she like women? “ Striker asked and tilted his head. “ No, do you even know where we're at? “ Verosika asked and took off her sunglasses. “ Yes, we're in Gluttony. “ Striker proudly said. “ Yes, but this place belongs to Beelzebub the queen B and that’s her daughter over there. “ Verosika said pointing towards (Name) who looked frustrated trying to find a drink for Striker. “ No, that can’t be true, she looks like an imp. Kinda… “ Striker said. “ Her dad was an imp who got with Beelzebub but the father walked out on them. So please don’t insult my friend or do anything stupid. “ Verosika glared at Striker. The cowboy imp looked at (Name) and then at Verosika. “ Y-Yeah, I won’t. “ Striker said, he watched as (Name) came back over. “ Here you go a high tide cactus, hope you like it. “ (Name) handed Striker the drink. He took the glass while eyeing (Name) and took a sip, his golden eyes widened as he quickly drank the whole thing down. “ That was good! “ He really wanted another. “ Glad, you liked it. I made it myself, maybe I’ll rename it and call it the Striker. “ (Name) grinned.

Striker really didn’t like royals for personal reasons, he never had a chill conversation with them and thought they were snobbish but (Name) was sure changing his views. “ A drink named after me, I would like that, hey if you make money off it make sure you give me a cut. “ Striker said. “ A handsome cowboy mascot with a drink named after him, well he would make a cute mascot. “ (Name) teased and looked at Striker. “ Glad you like the drink, there is barely a drop left in the glass. Let's get something to eat! “ (Name) shouted. “ You guys go on ahead. I see that bitch Becky here and if she’s going to slander me on social media then I’m going to slander her at the party. “ Verosika said. And walked off. “ I forgot Becky was here, oh well shall we go eat? “ (Name) said smiling as she looked at Striker. “ Sure hon, let’s see what your beehive has to offer. “ Striker said. (Name) took Striker’s hand and quickly walked off with him. He did his best to keep up with her as (Name) zipped through the crowd and made it to the table that was filled with food and snacks. “ Pick what ya like, my mom always taught me that you could never have too much. “ (Name) said, while placing a couple of snacks on her plate. Striker looked at the food before deciding on what to grab. He hasn’t had a decent meal in a long time so everything looked delicious. So he began to pile his plate as well. Before following (Name) outside to the backyard he sat with her near the bonfire. “ Ah, it’s such a beautiful night, don’t you agree. “ (Name) said and took a bite out of the chicken wing. Striker looked up at the sky and smiled. “ Yeah, so hey do you always enjoy this party lifestyle, doesn’t it tire you out? “ Striker asked. (Name) wiped her mouth with a napkin. “ Sometimes, it’s why I don’t really throw parties. When I’m not partying, I like to read books, have small gatherings with close friends, or go shopping with my step dad, he’s the best. “ (Name) smiled. “ Sometimes my mom and I will go out to do something fun. “ (Name) picked up her drink. “ So you are demon royalty, how's that and being part imp since yeah know we get a bad rep. “ Striker said he wanted to see if she was like the rest.

“ Some people are nice and some aren’t especially when they discover not only are you part imp but your step dad is a Hellhound. My mom and dad always tell me that I shouldn’t be bothered by what others say, and that’s true but there is so much I take it’s actually why I threw this party. “ She said let out a sad chuckle. “ When I party and drink, all that sadness goes away; sometimes I wish the different demon races can get along and be respected. But I guess not everything is a fairytale. “ (Name) rolled her eyes. “ I just feel like I don’t belong anywhere because of the comments people make. “ (Name) pushed away her plate. “ I’m not hungry anymore… “ (Name) hugged her legs to her chest. “ Listen, I don’t really like demon royalty… “ Striker said. “ Great, another person who doesn’t like me! “ (Name) said, hot tears streaming down her face. “ Listen, just listen, I don’t like demon royalty but I know how it feels to feel like you don’t belong anywhere. To have people call you names and make you feel less, I also wish that we can all get along but you’re right not everything is a fairy tale, but hey there are some people in Hell who I guess see us all as equals. I mean your mom who is queen Beelzebub is dating a Hellhound. I know an imp who is dating demon royalty. Never know how many low class demons could be fucking with the rich. I think you are an amazing girl, hell I think your fucking beautiful. I really like your eyes, horns, and hair. “ Striker spoke as his face heated up.

(Name’s) face heated up as Striker spoke. “ You ain’t like those rich assholes, and maybe I shouldn’t assume every rich royal demon is an asshole, you are one of the good ones and your parents are right you shouldn’t give a shit what people say, because there ain’t nothing wrong with ya. “ Striker said as his tail whipped a bit. “ Now can we eat together? I would really like to get to know ya more beautiful. “ Striker smiled, showing his golden fang. (Name) wiped away her tears and smiled and nodded. The night continued on as Striker and (Name) talked the two of them laughing and telling each other about one another. The party had ended and people were leaving. “ I’ll be there in a sec Ver. “ Striker said, as Verosika walked towards her car. Striker turned back towards (Name) who said her goodbyes to the last party guest. “ Hey (Name)? “ Striker looked at her. “ Hm? “ (Name) looked at Striker. “ I was wondering if I could get your number, I wanna continue to get to know you more and if it’s not an issue maybe I can take you out next week say on Friday? “ Striker looked at (Name) and held out his phone. “ I would really like that Striker. “ (Name) fingers brushed up against Striker’s when she took his phone and entered her number. “ Hey, thank you for talking to me, I can’t wait to see you again. “ (Name) kissed Striker on the cheek before walking back inside. Striker got into the car and Verosika pulled off. “ So did you enjoy your first party in Gluttony? “Verosika asked. Striker stared down at his phone looking at (Name’s) number, soon he got a message from her he opened it seeing a hey with a heart, Striker smiled. “ Yeah, I did. “

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Soulmate is such a sensitive topic for me: on the one hand, I like the idea of them being magically compatible, and I do enjoy all the creative ideas fanfic writers could come up with of how they identify one; on the other hand, I dislike the idea of choosing a partner because Fate told you to.

Vortex by xanthippe74

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“Don’t worry, my dearest one,” Draco’s mother told him when he confided his worries to her. When he was old enough to feel the pangs of adolescent longing, but still too young to sense the storm gathering around them. “Magic will overcome any distance or obstacles to bring two soulmates together when the time is right. Circumstances will arise that steer them in the right direction; strange coincidences will make their paths cross again and again. Then the most wondrous moment arrives, when you both realize that your soulmate, your perfect match, stands before you, and from that day forward your hearts will be one.”

Ten years after that conversation, the idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: T

Words: 20,625

I love reading that Draco's inner thoughts changed from desperate to hopeful and how he gradually pulled himself together. In addition, I like the author drawing attention to the issues of ex-convict hiring and the vicious circle of living in a poor district like Knockturn Alley. I've never thought of it that way, and it's both surprising and thought-provoking.

Do note the dates while reading this, there's a meaning behind them, and it's ingenious!

I've also made covers for the story and its sequel:

@hprecfest

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Part 5: “It sure is exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”: Should We Even Care?

Note: this is a part of my essay "The Awkward Meta-Tragedy of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman", see [here] for the masterpost of all links, reading order, and content warnings.

Now, of course, thus far I’ve been discussing events as if we’re meant to be at least somewhat sad that Morpheus apparently dies at the end, and especially sad if he died by suicide. However, upon my reread of the comics in preparation for writing this essay, I hit a bit of a snag. Are we even supposed to like him enough to care?

It seems like Morpheus is supposed to be a likeable, if SEVERELY flawed, protagonist up until around Brief Lives. Even though he sentenced an ex-girlfriend to 10,000 years in Hell unjustly, a huge point was that he was changing; he had the character development to realize his error and set things right in Season of Mists. But then, in Brief Lives, we get his romance with the witch Thessaly, and the sympathetically-portrayed goddess Ishtar openly accusing him of misogyny. And as of The Kindly Ones, if you consider his arc to be a straightforward suicide, you have him willingly letting his own subjects get slaughtered just so he can end himself.

Now, Thessaly is unpopular, at least among the current tumblr crowd, because she’s apparently transphobic and her actions lead to the death of a well-liked and heroically portrayed trans character. This has led to the semi-meme of “Thessaly is a TERF.” However, that’s far too simplistic a way to describe how terrible she is. She’s the epitome of the immoral immortal, living out of spite and anger rather than actual love for life, killing for fun, and putting her own interests above everyone else’s. She’s a thoroughly unpleasant, violent, hateful person; even if she were written without the transphobia she would not be easy to cheer for.

And according to Lucien, Morpheus may have been deeply in love with her.

Well, Luce doesn’t say that in so many words, but he does state that Morpheus’ mourning when Thessaly dumps him is far more extreme, intense, and different from all of Morpheus’ other dramatic breakups. He even states that Morpheus is being more intense about it than when Calliope left him in the wake of their son’s death! A breakup after a couple-months fling hit him harder than a divorce of a decades-long marriage spurred by the tragedy of losing a child. She meant that much to him. Thankfully Merv is there to rebut Lucien’s observations, complaining that Morpheus “does this every time” there’s a breakup, but the reader is seriously left to question who to believe—the loveable but ditzy Merv, or the Dreaming’s head librarian and Morpheus’ closest confidant.

If Morpheus was the most heartbroken ever over someone who’s basically a serial killer only out for her own gain, who he likely knew about going into the relationship, that doesn’t reflect well on his character at all. His punishment of the serial killers at the Cereal Convention comes across as arbitrary and hypocritical, for sure. It makes one wonder why he’d admonish Hob for getting into the slave trade (pre-character-development, no less!), if his own girlfriend is just as likely to use people in horrific ways. Why would he be so broken up over killing Vortexes if one of his closest associates is downright eager to kill in the name of self-preservation? Is it just “opposites attract” but written poorly?

(Actually I could go on and on about how women in The Kindly Ones, Thessaly included, are prime examples of “women being obviously written by a straight white man”—the man in question being generally progressive doesn’t mean he’s immune to the occasional iffy writing—and how questionable their portrayals as characters are, but that’s beyond the scope of this essay. It’s also likely an artifact from these books being from the 80s-90s and then-progressive tropes from that era not aging well. For now, let’s just say that I side-eye that the evil immortal human just happens to be the female one while the good immortal human is male, and that the major forces that end up killing Morpheus/facilitating his suicide are all female…)

Ishtar straight up accuses Morpheus of being sexist towards women when he confronts her over the whereabouts of Destruction. And, well, his treatment of his ex-girlfriends certainly doesn’t point towards him being respectful to them at least. He cruelly discarded Alianora to live on a skerry when he tired of her, in addition to the infamous sentencing of Nada to hell. The official analysis book The Sandman Companion even went so far as to suggest that Madoc’s treatment of Calliope was also indicative of Morpheus’ treatment of her during their marriage, with Morpheus also callously using her as inspiration for his dream-creations. However, since Calliope herself emphatically says otherwise, I consider the Companion analysis to be near-offensively wrong and seriously question the other analyses in that book as a result (it was not written by Gaiman, for those wondering). Morpheus also sure seems to send his inspirational abilities primarily towards male authors, but then again there’s not a large sample size in the text. Besides Lady Bast and Mad Hettie (both of whom are notably portrayed as old/past their prime), the only women he seems to care about are either ones he’s related to, or ones he can sleep with, and in the case of the second category things go badly once he tires of sleeping with them (or if they refuse him, yikes). One could easily argue towards Book!Morpheus being a canon misogynist, at least by 2020s standards.

(Another side note here: Thank GOD the live action adaptation made Lucien a woman. Dream’s relationship with Lucienne finally portrays him as having a, for the most part, mutually respectful, presumably non-sexual, relationship with a woman who is neither related to him nor portrayed as old or undesirable. Show!Dream might, just might, be able to respect women beyond the ability to sleep with them.)

And then there’s the sequence where The Kindly Ones rampage through the Dreaming on their way to the palace, brutally slaughtering all the whimsical denizens we’ve come to know and love throughout the story’s run. If one assumes that Morpheus intentionally invoked their wrath in order to die, that means he facilitated all of their suffering on purpose. Once again this paints him as a massive hypocrite; if seeing his realm in tatters after his imprisonment was so painful for him, why tear it all down on purpose? Of course, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” shows that he isn’t always aware of what consequences his actions might have, so maybe it somehow slipped his mind that this would be the consequence of his plan.

Um, anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah, so, Morpheus’ intense relationship with one of the least likeable characters, along with his general misogynist and jerkass behavior, especially strains potential reader sympathy for him, painting him as a hypocrite regarding his unambiguously heroic moments—which were already few and far between overall. Then again, perhaps it is wrong to judge him as a “hypocrite” when he isn’t even human. We don’t judge dolphins for the ways they treat other dolphins, after all. (They’re quite violent: look it up.) Even though they’re intelligent and sentient and it’s unethical to keep them in a fishbowl, they’re so separate from humans that imposing any sort of human motivations to their actions is a failure.

But yet, this series is a book intended for an audience of humans, so the human reader’s perspective IS important regarding Morpheus’ actions. Regardless of whether he or the other Endless “should” be subject to modern moral standards is irrelevant to how we’re supposed to perceive them as subjects of the texts, especially when the culmination of the whole story is one of them dying. The line between tragedy and comedy might lie solely in the audience’s perception of a character.

There’s also the matter of narrative satisfaction. If Morpheus is meant to be a villain, completely self-disposing villain isn’t satisfying, no matter how unsympathetic they might be to the audience. Imagine if Palpatine just offed himself, with no intervention at all from Luke or Vader! What would be the point of the story then? If Morpheus is intentionally unsympathetic, is this some kind of meta ploy about storytelling expectations? Like, we expect a sympathetic (if flawed) protagonist due to the first arc starting with him torturously imprisoned, but then he’s actually a complete villain protagonist? Or, we expect to be cheering for him to change, but we end up cheering for him to die instead? Is this an early case of the “subverting expectations” type twists where the only point is playing the audience? (Admittedly, a work with such strong metafictional themes might be one of the few places where such subversions might be justified rather than contrived.)

Are we supposed to be glad Morpheus dies and is replaced, because he was what we might consider “an asshole”? Are we supposed to be sad, because his more humanlike and relatable traits contributed to his downfall, and we see ourselves in his plight? Both? Neither?

Honestly, I have no idea.

Likewise complicating matters of “should we care” are two scenes from The Wake. One is Fiddler’s Green refusing Daniel’s offer of resurrection because “death is the only thing that gives life meaning” and the other is Lucien’s insistence that nobody has died besides a point of view, because Dream of the Endless is an idea and you cannot kill an idea. While I suspect that Lucien’s statement is supposed to be taken optimistically, when paired with the former scene it comes across as callous towards the reader and edges close to “we shouldn’t care because they’re not human” territory. If nothing has died besides a bad or flawed point of view, then why go through the trouble of asking the reader to ever care about Morpheus? Were we supposed to be rooting against him all along? Is he just supposed to be the “bad side” of Dream of the Endless? Should we be celebrating because nothing of value was lost?

Is dying the only meaningful thing that Morpheus can even do, because it would make way for the positive Daniel to take over?

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lucienne-thee-librarian · 9 months

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Rose Walker and John Dee: Narrative Foils

Okay this has been percolating in my brain for awhile and I have to shout about it. So. These two characters...Rose and John Dee. Couldn't seem more different on the surface, right? One's a young American black woman, vs older British-raised white guy who's lived all over the world, one painted as a major villain, the other a main protagonist of multiple episodes of the first season. But if you look beyond that, I think these two are, deliberately or not, perfect parallels to each other for their similarities as much as their differences.

First: let's list the similarities:

Difficult childhoods. John Dee's father was...literally absent and that is almost certainly a good thing. But his mother kept moving around to survive, changing her identity. She may have done what she felt she had to do but as a result John was left with no sense of stability and a Very Big Thing about people lying because he feels his mother has lied to him all his life. Rose, conversely, had a father...part of the time. But just by the fearful way Miranda Walker talked about her husband in one scene, trying to prevent Rose from confronting him over taking Jed (but not Rose...which, SERIOUSLY who does that, this man was not a good father, I like how much this one little scene implies) away with him...you get the distinct impression she lived in fear of her soon-to-be-ex-husband's anger. So Rose had a father who was...not good and lost her brother years ago and the pair disappeared before she and her mother could find out what happened. When the show starts her mother is dead too, much like Ethel Cripps died when she went to see him. So both Rose and John had childhoods centered around absent or unreliable fathers and the traumatic loss of their mothers.

Both were given access to great power over the world of dreams, critically: when they were infants and could not possibly know, much less agree to what they were inheriting. John Dee ended up in that hospital in the first place for misusing the ruby that Ethel stole from Roderick Burgess. Rose Walker was literally born a vortex due to inheriting it from her great-grandmother thanks to Desire's interference.

Both end up being chased down by Dream.

Now, the two end up in completely opposite places. But why? What's the difference?

When John Dee gets the ruby, immediately he begins killing his way out and across the country until he reaches the diner. On some level, he wants freedom and that's understandable after a lifetime of being locked up. But he clearly is very skilled at using the ruby which he even modified, and his first and immediate act upon getting the ruby back was to kill every single guard in his way. He didn't try to find another option, he immediately defaulted to the most violent way out. He almost killed Rosemary, though in the end he decided against it, but only because she helped him and didn't lie.

And then when he got to the diner, he spent an entire day and night toying with a bunch of random people until he got bored and let them kill each other.

Unquestionably some part of John was influenced by the ruby, the more the closer it was to him. We don't know exactly how much, we'll probably never know. But it is...alarming, to say the least, how he immediately and repeatedly begins to act not just after having it awhile, but after two seconds of getting it back.

John has traveled and seen the world long before he got locked up. But despite all the opportunities for education and experience he could've had, his worldview has no room for any shades of grey. To him, all lies are equally bad as the lies his mother told him, and all equally as bad as each other. It reminds me a lot of the evangelical Christian idea of "sin-levelling" where all sins are equally reprehensible in God's eyes so nobody is worse than the other - but also, no one better. If you have a "sinful" thought or make one mistake, you're just as worthy of damnation as the worst, most violent people.

Now leaving aside how that's actually treated in these churches in practice (which. LOL all sins are equal. Sure they are) that's obviously a little...fucked? The idea that actually, thinking hateful thoughts is as bad as murder, is as bad as stealing is as bad as...lust?? Gossip? Is both failig to recognize serious harms, and the difference between that and much more minor things one can do to others, or between all that and straight up thoughtcrime. It creates an inflated sense of harm for things that don't really deserve to be treated or even thought of in the same boat with atrocities and violence.

John Dee is if someone took a look at that sort of moral thinking and went "cool system you got there; what if I hijacked it and made it all about lying?"

His worldview is strictly black and white, no room for human error or understanding past a certain point. To him, if you tell a lie, no matter your intentions or the effect of your actions, it's all the same.

Meanwhile Rose has been used without her knowing it, by both Desire and in a way, Dream himself. He knows what her fate must be but for a mixture of motives, mainly mercy but also the knowledge that she could help him find the Corinthian, he spares her.

And his doing so and not telling her her ultimate fate, was the entire reason the Corinthian was able to slip in and find her in the first place. He shows up with Jed, after Rose has tried and failed to get the foster care system to actually let her make contact with her brother or do more than the bare minimum to investigate his well-being. So honestly, no wonder she trusted him at first! He saved her brother! Her brother seems to like him so he must be fine!

Rose has spent this entire season, her entire life, at the mercy of others, trying to carve out her own destiny. But she never uses her powers to deliberately hurt others- any harm she causes is either by complete accident or in attempts meant to defend her own life or her brother.

When she was a child she had no power to save Jed; for some reason we're not told the court sided with her father and allowed Jed to be taken separately, and then the man effectively custodially kidnapped his own son before dying himself and Jed was lost to the system of another state. Rose loses her mother later to some illness, and her friend Judy to John Dee's megalomania. And when she's finally an adult, she tries to find Jed but is flatly denied not only a chance at custody but even to know where he is - at least at first. And this whole time, the vortex she carried in her blood has been hanging over her head as a silent ticking time bomb. Her days are numbered, she will soon, eventually, become a living weapon to blend all the minds of all the dreamers of that world and eventually, the whole universe together into one cancerous magical sea of madness - and the only way to prevent this, we think, is for Dream to kill her. Her fate was sealed the moment she was born and the moment Dream was freed and the vortex awoken. All this was set in motion via Desire, someone much older and infinitely more powerful than herself.

So it would be more than understandable for someone in her situation to snap a little upon learning the truth. Honestly it's kind of amazing to me that she believed Dream when he finally did tell her everything, given he'd put off doing this until the very last minute because of his own reluctance to kill her.

And yet, when Rose finally learns the truth and her fate, she ultimately offers to take the fall, freely. She sees what the activated vortex does to the minds of everyone around her - first revealing everyone's most secret fears and fantasies and then pulling them into the whirlpool of her own power. And she refuses to let that happen. She values her own life in a way most of us would, in a totally understandable and sympathetic way. But unlike John Dee, she also values other people, even when they disappoint her. Hal blatantly tells her he doesn't care about the place they all live in half as much as the chance for success, but she still cares for him. The world is full of people, some of whom have hurt her or hindered her quest to find Jed but she doesn't seek revenge.

John sees the failures of humanity and its dark side and decides that those sins are worth condemnation through the power of his ruby, and assumes he is a worthy judge. Rose hears she could destroy the world and decides that no, the world is worth saving even if that means she has to die, much as she doesn't want or deserve to.

John Dee is, without even realizing it himself, a perfect mirror himself of the potential selfishness and cruelty humans can inflict on each other in the name of "I'm just all about honesty" "knowing what's best for you better than you do" and "fuck you, got mine". Rose is a mirror of humanity at its best - someone with dignity and a sense of morals who doesn't appreciate being lied to or used, and not a doormat - her first instinct is to fight for her life and her brother's - and she's also selfless and caring even for people she doesn't know, even for people who Dee would've argued weren't even worth saving.

#rose walker #john dee #the sandman meta #sandman netflix

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hunxi-after-hours · 2 years

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《海中爵》: a crash course

by 七药

Summary:

When Hailian, a talented assassin, gets on the wrong side of the royal secret police in Tisu, he has no choice but to escape to the high seas until trouble dies down at home. Until then, he drifts where the waves take him, doing what he does best — cutting throats, stealing gold, and stealing hearts.

He doesn’t expect a Nanhong naval ship to appear on the horizon, nor does he expect this ship to capture theirs. Most of all, he doesn’t expect the infuriating, devious Nanhong captain to offer him a deal: all of their lives and an unholy sum of gold, so long as Hailian assassinates someone for him.

Everything about this smooth-talking, deep-pocketed Fang Tinglan is untrustworthy, but as storm winds rise and the political vortex deepens, Hailian may have no other choice than to throw in his lot with the smiling villain he knows.

or, in 七药’s words:

海连：方停澜撒过的谎，连起来能绕海岸线一圈

Hailian: If you string together all of Fang Tinglan’s lies, they can ring the entire coast.

方停澜：除了“我爱你”这句

Fang Tinglan: Except the words “I love you.”

海连：包括这句

Hailian: Including those words.

方停澜：……

Fang Tinglan: ...

一个关于海盗，刺客，政变，以及边打架边谈恋爱的故事。

This is a story about pirates, assassins, political coups, and fighting while falling in love.

some bullet point notes:

(bangs pots and pans) PIRATE! DANMEI! PIRATE! DANMEI! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

it’s got everything you love about pirate fiction, including but not limited to: boat battles, giant whirlpools and rip currents, detailed discussion of gunboat firepower, improbable acrobatics high up on masts, badass lady pirates and responsible princesses who take no shit, and an obligatory two-idiots-stranded-on-a-deserted-island sequence

also the audiodrama adaptation is 1) lowkey really good, and 2) completely free

(cups hands around mouth, yells) 跟我念句话吴韬你是最棒的！

I came here for some fun enemies to lovers and 七药 gave me enemies to reluctant collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to reluctant collaborators to partners in political intrigue to lovers again (finally) and I thank her for it

the worldbuilding is solidly secondary world fantasy (well, no magic), which is fun to see! genre-wise it sits at the crossover of swashbuckling pirate fiction and political intrigue with the tiniest possible hint of wuxia-esque elements

I will never forgive the author for two things: 1) the four year mid-book timeskip and 2) 弗洛. justice for my sweet general boy, he would’ve given Fang Tinglan the shovel talk of his life

七药 really said that true evil is not violent crime perpetrated on the high seas by those abandoned by society, but rather systemic abuse of generational power that perpetuates class divides

Fang Tinglan sure is a lying liar who lies, but I have to admit that it was very sexy of him to casually engineer the destruction of a dynasty and walk away without looking at the explosion

I really was not expecting the thoughtful discussion of the merits of monarchy as an institution of governance or the deconstruction of the technological treasure trove trope in a book I picked up for swashbuckling pirate shenanigans but I’m into it

the supporting cast in this book is also phenomenal: you have the stone-faced intelligence officer Farooq, Hailian’s precious nerd sister Haiyu, wants nothing more than to be a corrupt politician but gets tricked into being a good regent Zhou Buyi, the walking comedy that is Aubrienne, the entire flock of children Hailian adopts along the way, and I wish we got more of promiscuous spymaster Mercury, he was pretty iconic

I really do love the way 七药 developed the relationship between Fang Tinglan and Hailian; though we get a lot of these two and their 默契 synchronicity (back! to! back! badasses! BATTLE COUPLE!!), they also have fundamental philosophical differences that lead to them clashing (see above: lovers to exes), and inform the respective ways they grow and develop as people

#long time no crash course!#I should make a tag for these #hunxi book tag #《海中爵》#GET IN LOSERS WE'RE OVERTHROWING THE GOVERNMENT: the love story #Conniving Merchant-Politician Teaches Swashbuckling Pirate Assassin How to Connive and Scheme: the love story

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hang, Flash is actually a Star Trek fan?

He sure is! In Amazing Spider-Man #203, boys' night out included going to see possibly the gayest of the Star Trek films (the first one!) and it's heavily implied it was Flash's idea. It was a big premiere, but it's very funny that Flash seemingly schmoozed up to an ex of his to make sure they would be able to get in.

(ASM #203, Wolfman & Pollard)

Unfortunately, this happy affair was interrupted by a fight between Dazzler and Lightmaster destroying the theatre, so it's unlikely Flash even got to see the handholding scene between Kirk and Spock. Which is a shame, because it's very moving. I think we deserved Flash pretending not to be emotionally moved by it and Harry awkwardly trying to comfort him. (Peter fell asleep during the long scene where they pan around the Extra Gorgeous Model of the Enterprise NCC-1701 for ten minutes.)

Even funnier though, is that yeeeeeeeears later during Venom: Space Knight, when Flash and his motley crew "acquire" a ship, guess what he names it?

(Venom: Space Knight #7, R. Thompson & Olivetti)

NEEEEEEEERRRD ALERRRRRRT!!! (affectionately)

Like, okay, yes, the Enterprise is one of the most famous ships in sci-fi media, but the fact that he took the effort to make sure it was spray-painted on, not to mention the symbol below it does largely resemble the pattern of the windows on the saucer section of the iconic starship.

Throughout Space Knight, though, he makes a lot of funny references to a lot of different sci-fi/fantasy properties. It's kind of incredible. Here are some of my favorites:

(Venom: Space Knight #1, 2, 3, 7, all by Thompson & Olivetti)

The first 6 issues of Space Knight really are "Flash Thompson living his space opera dreams with Venom" and then #7-13 are "okay fun's over let's get serious now". It's an absolutely phenomenal series for Flash content though and I love how peak nerd he is.

My personal HC is that he liked Voyager a lot. His favorite films are probably the II-III-IV trilogy, though, because who doesn't love those?

It is probably some kind of Hot Take™ to say that Flash might be a bigger sci-fi media/fandom nerd than Peter is but. Here we are.

Aaaaand as a special bonus, let's not forget Flash playing some kind of TTRPG with the Guardians in Guardians of the Galaxy & X-Men: The Black Vortex Alpha (W: Sam Humphries, A: Ed McGuinness). I wonder how much he argued with the symbiote over their character's class? Anyways, it seems like this might have been a regular thing on the C.I.T.T. At least in my heart it was!

#asked and answered #flash thompson #venom #space knight #guardians of the galaxy #every day is flash thompson nerd appreciation day!!!!!

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lets-talk-spirituality · 8 months

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Do you think it's common for soulmates/twinflames before meeting to feel each other and each other's emotions and other things through physical sensations, for example through heartaches, headaches and such? Would that also perhaps mean that they are close to meeting?

Idk if it’s common. I know what I have felt and experienced as an innately spiritual person. I felt all three of my romantic soulmates before I met them.

The first, for about a year I knew I was moving somewhere and that where I was going would lead to a huge change. I just felt the energy coming in like a huge wave. I had anxiety about what was coming. Met my ex three weeks after moving to an energy vortex location. And he irrevocably changed my life in some painful ways. We had an outstanding soul contract from promises made in a past life. We still have a small tether through the pain he caused me. I know this because he will reach out anytime I think too much about him. Recently, I dreamt of him and a few weeks later he reached out. Until he understands my pain we will have this pain tether.

Second guy, I felt something coming and I started to slow down on dating. I just felt like I needed to clear my energy. I asked for magic and meeting him was like lightning. He came to me to make me feel again after I was completely numb from my first relationship. We were both very hurt and traumatized people and that’s why it couldn’t work. We also had a very intense chemistry that was almost irritating at times. I dreamt about him repeatedly after we broke up. Probably for like a year as we worked through our karma via 5D. It was the same theme every dream until he told me he loved me. Our tether is clear now. We may meet again in another life.

Third guy, Jesus, I have noted evidence of me daydreaming a scenario very similar to what I experienced with him, have notes of feeling him arriving to the island a few days before he got here and stayed in the place I felt the feeling. I knew I was meeting someone the night I met him. I would run into him at random and every time he was near by energetically I felt this sensation of searching. He admitted to feeling a connection between us from the jump. We were tied by the moon, met on a new moon and everything around us seemed to happen around the new moon. He told me telepathically he wouldn’t leave before my birthday and that he had something planned and I got that hit a month before. We ended up camping together the week before he left and up to the night before my birthday. He left the day after my birthday, 6 months to the day he arrived. He and I both lived here before, way before. The island called us both, like he was planning to come out here around the time I was except his mom died and he took longer to come. It wanted us here to connect our power. We also have an indigenous tie. And I think we’ve been together in a few past lives. Something tied to the sea because we are both intrinsically drawn to it. Idk if we’ll ever meet again in this life. I like to think one day our paths will randomly cross again. If not now, some life. I miss him deeply. Him leaving set off a chain of events in my life that has led to it drastically changing. And I didn’t necessarily want this change. But time will tell, as my daddy always says. Soulmates tend to feel drawn to the same places and that’s how we find each other.

I haven’t met my counterpart but I’ve had vivid dreams of them and I’ve had a lot of confirmations which I can’t ask them about til we meet. But I have felt their feelings and had shared emotions with them. They saved me from committing suicide by injecting me with pure source love and triggered my kundalini awakening.

So maybe? Idk if my men felt these things in the same way but I know they were aware. First ex called me his Angel and called us soul mates. Recently asked me if I believe in soul ties. I told him what I wrote above about us having karma until he understands the pain he caused me. Second guy was scared I’d leave him because he knew I was meant for more than he could offer. He said you’re meant to do big things in a big city and what if I’m just a small town sheriff. Jesus, god love him, asked while we were camping why he kept seeing certain numbers that are my birthday numbers. His energy always sought mine. He told me we’d always run into each other on the island, and I think that’s part of why he had to leave. He said he’d be back but I know how he is, I’m the same way. When you leave somewhere and it hurts you gotta clean break it.

Women think a lot that men aren’t as intuitive but men know immediately if you’re their energetic match and will push you away for your own good when you aren’t. I think all of my men knew energetically I have a counterpart and that’s why it never lasted. They just wanted to be in my energy and I loved all of them very purely and deeply.

I think it can mean they are close to meeting. But with my counterpart we’ve been doing this dance my whole life. Ebbs of intensity and flows of peace. So it never means that with us. The intensity is tied to how much we need each others support at certain times. My counterpart stepped in because if he didn’t I would’ve died. He told me he could feel it in our tether how low my life force was and it scared him. I killed myself in our last life together and he has some trauma around it. I’ve had dreams I’m consoling him and dreams he’s consoling me. Some where he’s saved me. So I’m not sure when we will meet this life. But I know it’s not tied to the intensity of feeling him because if that were true we would’ve met already. We’re bound by divine timing.

With soulmates, yes, I think it means they are close to meeting based on my three experiences. Romantic partners and soulmates serve different purposes and are contracted for certain things. I usually knew pretty early on who they were, that it wouldn’t last, and why I met them. Idk if other people know stuff like this when they meet soulmates but I usually do. Sometimes my soulmates reveal they felt that too. Especially with friendship soulmates. Right now, I don’t feel any romantic people on the horizon, just passion around my work and helping the planet. I think this work will eventually lead to my counterpart. And I’m still clearing Jesus from my field. And counterpart is cockblocking me hard. As usual 🙃

Hope some of this helps or sheds a light on things.

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the1andonlyjes · 2 years

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Saban Moon Thoughts

I have been an avid Sailor Moon fan for about 15 years but have honestly been watching the show for 25. So imagine the undeniable joy at watching the ToonMakers pilot!

I have been wrapping my head around the possible lore that could have come from this show and similarities and differences that would have made it a cult classic compared to the original. While I'm glad it never got made because we wouldn't have gotten the beloved Dic dub, I still wonder the "what-ifs" (and shudder to think about a gritty Netflix/CW reboot if Toei didn't clutch the rights like a newborn child.)

The Obvious:

Representation. Yes, the main was still a waify white girl, but there were black, asian, and paraplegic characters. These could have been more relatable to children than our lighter-skinned original characters.

Queer awakenings. Sailor Moon has always been a queer mothership, with Saban Moon re imagining Sailor Mars as the "tomboy" character with short hair. Sailor Jupiter, and later Sailor Uranus, was my own awakening.

Crossing sentai over to North America. While the Power Rangers have reign over this genre in NA, I think that this show could have also created an impact for all-girl superhero teams. It would have ridden on the coattails of She-Ra and have been placed a couple of years before the Power Puff Girls.

Combined Live Action and Animation. This was something I had never seen before and loved the idea that their superhero personas were animated and their civilian identities were live action. I think could have pulled the Sweet Valley High/Babysitters Club/Clarissa Explains It All group, but also the Batman/Captain Planet group.

The Lore Potential

Interplanetary (and Inter-dimensional) Travel. These Sailor Scouts could travel from Earth to different planets to fight monsters, rather than have monsters invade the Earth (as far as the Pilot showed). They use "Sky Flyers" which I assume is where the idea for the Irwin "Moon Cycle" toy came from. With the Vortex as a portal between dimensions, what would happen if it were to close, or if Beryl were to go through?

Identities. All the girls were aware of their identities upon physical arrival to Earth, rather than being reborn and discovering their past lives. They already know they are Guardians/royalty and could have struggles fitting in to Earth customs.

Tuxedo Mask. He still throws the rose to act as a foil and deus ex machina to the Monster of the Week, but his role and appearance is questionable. Is he the prince in disguise (or reborn) or is he pulling a Moonlight Knight (alive but no memory except the sense of duty to protect)? Either way, would this have opened up a live action appearance for Mamoru/Darien to have a similar dynamic with Victoria/Serena/Usagi?

Superpowers. Unlike the original, Saban Moon featured generic power beams in place of the named attacks. However, the elemental aspects of the attacks remained for Mars and Jupiter.

The Youma. These Monsters of the Week varied from the originals in the sense that they were not possessing humans/Earthlings (can't forget Rhett Butler) but rather were monstrous beings themselves. There appeared to be different types and species, likely vulnerable to certain attacks.

Beryl. What is her deal? Did she also have an unrequited thing for Mamoru/Darien/Endymion or did her villain arc go further back?

Cosmic Jewels of Power. I think this obviously opens up the possibility of having the Outers appear. They would need to be rescued/have their own jewels returned to them, possibly giving them an opportunity to be the new transfer students on Earth?

Live Action and Animation storylines. It appeared to me that the live action portion was for the "slice of life" stuff, meaning that anything magical was not to be discussed while in civilian form. The animation, however, is where Luna would reveal cat-appropriate research on how to protect the jewels. Live action Luna still talks, but to either chide about schoolwork or call to action.

Female friendships. While they had their royal camaraderie in the animation, I think the live action would have explored the girls fully developing their friendship outside of duty and in the realm of teenagers, much like the anime.

Toxic Brain Dump

Exactly how did five girls who look nothing alike register for what is presumably a private school without any parents/guardians or identification? Maybe Luna has hypnosis powers like Luna-P. Magic is always the answer.

There were allegedly going to be boys at this dance but I didn't see any in the class room. Co-ed school but separate classes? A mixed dance with boys from a brother school?

The implication is that once Beryl is defeated, the girls can return to their home dimension. Is-is that it? I mean, the Sailor Moon series was still young by the time ToonMakers caught wind, so maybe they just wanted a one to two season series without developing a grandiose franchise.

A possible Mamoru/Darien appearance in live action could mean a separate school and "townie" episodes. Hopefully, the age difference would have been miniscule (like the manga) if at all.

How many big name stars would have gotten their start on this show or possibly didn't pass the auditions? There must have been more characters, townies, mean girls/rivals, potential love interests, and even extras.

Why did the character designs remove the giant bows but keep the rest of the uniform?

Were the character designs based on the actors or vice versa? I'm assuming the designs came first since the girls had to wear wigs to match the animation.

If Toei didn't have the rights in their claws (which Viz only got after a looonnnggg whiiiiilleee) and a gritty reboot was off the table, would a She-Ra - like reboot be palatable? I honestly think so. With even more character diversity and different body types, plus costume designs that show less boobage and less skin, I think this is something that people would enjoy and have fun with. A recreation with queer creators of color would also bring an extra kick to what I think was a very progressive show for its time.

Those are my thoughts on the subject. Source: I am old and gay. I think Ray Mona did a great job and her efforts are thoroughly appreciated by many. I thought the pilot was a lost cause and was one of people who initially thought of it as a trainwreck. However, upon viewing, I think it's cute and cool and the epitome of a 90s program.

#saban moon #sailor moon #toonmakers #lost media

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The Sandman more like The Sadman. (Review)

Listen, I wanted to put up 10 things I like about The Sandman kasi may 10 eps siya, but I don’t have enough words and energy to create a cohesive list of how much I love this series.

The Sandman is an adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s comic with the same title, and it tells the story of Lord Morpheus a.k.a. Dream a.k.a. The Sandman (he has a lot of names so for my sake, we will call him Dream.) Dream was imprisoned by mortals when he went outside his realm, The Dreaming, to follow a nightmare that is creating havoc amongst humans. He spent a century living in the cellar of Roderick Burgess and his son. When he had the chance to escape, he has little power because his helm (helmet that looks like a black plague mask), his sand (black pouch full of sand that enables him to travel??), and his ruby (which makes dream come true) were taken away from him. He went off to look for it and when he did a new problem arose. A dream vortex is born. Dream cannot catch a break istg.

I could list a lot of reasons why you should give The Sandman a chance but it all boils down to the fact that The Sandman is a wonderful piece of art that explores humanity, and every facet of it. It is about humanity at its core although the main character is an anthropomorphic personification of dreams. If you want to watch how powerful hope is, you should give The Sandman a try.

My thoughts (that I wrote) while watching:

- Dream has the bone structure of Brendon Urie and the paleness of Gerard Way. In short, he looks like an emo kid.

- His spine can’t be that natural??? He looks like he has a spine of a bird.

- Jessamy, baby I’m so sorry.

- The Palace is seriously so pretty, is that a dragon???? HE HAS A PEGASUS???

- Ahhhhhh, Dream as a cat!!!!

- Dream is a prick. An idiot prick.

- Lucienne, I love you so much, tell him he’s stupid.

- Justice for Gregory!!

- Cain and Abel! The First Victim and the First Murder.

- Ethel Cripps, ma’am your necklace eats people. Get help.

- Corinthian, you don’t have eyes???????????????????

- I want a gargoyle.

- JOHANNA CONSTANTINE! I love every version of Constantine because they don’t listen to anyone, it’s hilarious.

- Matthew, you are perfect.

- Johanna asking if Dream has any ex-girlfriends and Dream shutting up immediately.

- Constantine said gay rights babes

- “You want your sand back to save humanity, well, here she is!”

- Ethel babe how old are you again????????? 116????

- Ep 4 is a stress-inducing episode. This is why we do not talk to strangers.

- The fact that Dream manifests differently depending on what people believe in is beautiful. Dream is Kai’ckul. Dream is whatever people believe.

- Morningstar is iconic. She looks like an angel. So perfect for her role.

- This is a pokemon battle. I cannot.

- AHHHHHHHH Dream’s last move!!

- This is not a Diner.

- “Not lies, John. Dreams” “Their dreams inspire them.” “Their dreams kept them alive.”

- Dream is so pretty and kind. I love her.

- Death came and massacred my boy, Dream.

- Bread.

- Death and Dream exude so much sibling energy. Dream is a pouty pouty boy.

- Kind death.

- Hob Gadling. I love you.

- Love the idea that there is someone living out there for hundred of years because Death and Dream decided to prove something.

- Are they in a relationship? They are.

- William Shakespeare met every kind of celestial being and that’s why his stories are still remembered until this day as a headcanon is something I can live with.

- ROB IS JEALOUS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I CAN NOT HAHAHAHA

- Dream said do not even attempt at slavery, babe.

- Constantine is so prettyyy

- The Devil and the Wandering Jew meet once every century.

- “I am no Devil” “I am not Jewish” they are so stupid

- When Character A fights people while Character B sits prettily on the side, is a dynamic I will always love and adore.

- They broke up but they didn’t.

- Dream isn’t coming Rob :<

- “I’ve always heard it is impolite to keep one’s friends waiting.” The character development ohmygod.

-------- end -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------too mad because Dream cannot catch a break

#the sandman #sandman #neil gaiman #review #netflix #morpheus #dream #death

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Hmm well how bout Nagant and Overhaul 😁

Unsure if this is for the duo meme or for the character meme that you reblogged from me--so I'll just do both! (Sorry it took so long, but to be fair, it is long.)

Duo meme:

(the 'swings a bat at the discourse' is primarily because i don't like sniperhaul, and some interpretations of sniperhaul that i've seen really rub me the wrong way)

Character Meme:

For one Tsutsumi Kaina (keep in mind, I haven't yet watched her anime episodes, just the first 8 manga chapters where she appears):

What I like about them: Interesting character, highly disillusioned, has blood on her hands and is struggling to know how to move forward after trauma. Her character/personality archetype is usually a man/male-dominated, so it's awesome to have Nagant there.

What I dislike about them: I read 8 chapters of the manga just for her, and it was 25% fanservice, 50% making Deku look good (obligatory fuck Deku), and only 25% character exploration/backstory. Also she gets sucked into the Mary Sue "Deku is so cool!!!" vortex.

Favorite moment: When Chisaki is saying stuff about how he just wants to go apologize to Pops, and she's looking at him and you can just *see* that she's in the same sort of pain even if it isn't for the same sort of reasons.

Least favorite moment: Any time when she starts talking about how Deku is so cool/bright/whatever.

A situation with this character that I want to see explored more: One where she killed Deku, or her struggling to integrate into normal society, or her interacting with UA students that aren't Deku in all her cynical, disillusioned, ex-assassin political prisoner glory (especially Bakugo)--honestly just her in general.

An interesting AU for this character: One where she broke out of Tartarus way earlier and ended being taken in by (and falling in love with) one Bakugo Mitsuki and her eight-year-old son Katuski.

A crossover: Honestly? No idea. Maybe AtLA, since that's...kind of my go-to crossover.

OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favourite ship): Bakugo Fucking Mitsuki. Listen. Listen. You've got the older lesbian appeal AND you're pairing up a cynical low-energy character who's Seen Some Shit with a spunky, slightly maniacal high-energy character who's determined to take on the world and win, and they're both Just A Little Bit Fucked Up. What's not to love???

Other ships?: Not really. Mitsuki's the only romantic one.

BROTP: Probably with Chisaki. They've both Seen Some Shit, and Chisaki probably trusts her a lot more than he trusts most people given that she actually tried to help him out when he was at his weakest.

NOTP: I could say Sniperhaul, but I don't actually have that much of a reaction to it.

An assortment of headcanons!:

First up: poet Kaina. She was trained and used as a sniper; that means a lot of downtime, a lot of time to think. I like to think that she took some notebooks or loose paper and writing utensils with her and used that downtime to play with words and write some poetry. She doesn't really consider herself a poet, though, because in her mind she's never written Real Poetry. She's also never shown her work to others.

I also headcanon her as a lesbian, and as grayromantic and graysexual. She's had like four crushes in her entire life, including Mitsuki, who she met once when they were both in their twenties and at the behest of the HPSC Kaina served as a temporary model at the fashion company Mitsuki was working as a designer at. Unlike her other three crushes, Mitsuki actually liked her back. Unfortunately their little affair was short-lived, as Kaina moved on to other gigs (again, at the behest of the HPSC) and Mitsuki eventually moved on to marry Masura.

For Chisaki: I've already talked about him here, so I may be referring to that at points.

What I like about them: He's interesting and relatable to me, at least as a character. In the other ask meme I mention that I relate to him as someone who tends to unwittingly self-sabotage in the relationship/social realm. I also, in a sense, like how open and up-for-interpretation his character is, which means that I can take the minor scraps we get and run.

What I dislike about them: Probably that he's such a one-note villain. His character also has a lot of ableism tied into it; ex. he's clearly mentally ill, but it's used as part of Oh Look At How Scary And Weird He Is, and later he doesn't even get prosthetics or help outside of Nagant who also has her own shit to deal with and is not qualified when he gets his arms cut off and thrown into solitary for weeks if not months, and this is treated as--fine? Normal? Deserved? Fuck that noise.

Favorite moment: When he's lying maskless on that cot after the raid, hands bound, vulnerable and helpless and ready to die. Like yesss, torture the man who thought he was invincible!

Least favorite moment: I'm...not sure honestly. Maybe the part where he puts Pops in a coma--not because I necessarily dislike what it says about his character, but because it makes me want to cringe and bury my face in my hands and shout 'NO NO YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE!'

A situation with this character that I want to see explored more: GET THIS MAN SOME THERAPY AND SOME FRIENDS OUTSIDE THE YAKUZA PLEASE

An interesting AU for this character: ...so many. I have. So fucking many. But one in particular that stands out as close enough to canon but still interesting is one where the Tartarus breakout never happens, or they capture the LOV before it happens, and afterwards the HPSC ends up (under pressure from the public) creating a villain reform pilot program--only the HPSC doesn't want it to succeed, so they take the least sympathetic villains and set them up in situations where they're super likely to fail. Tomura's set up with Small Might, Dabi's sent to Endeavor (which prompts Fuyumi to finally move out and take Dabi with her), and Chisaki ends up with Aizawa. Aizawa's no longer parenting Eri by this point, since she has control over her Quirk, but Chisaki is still forced to interact with one of the heroes in the raid, as well as hero students and other heroes teaching at UA, without causing damage or getting himself sent back to Tartarus.

A crossover: With Inside Job. I want him to meet and accidentally bond with Reagan Ridley.

OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favourite ship): Chronohaul alllll the way, baby.

Other ships?: Overzawa is fun; I've played around with Fuyumi/Chisaki; and of course pairing him with a few of his Precepts always makes for a fun time. But often times I put him in a threesome with Chrono and someone else (Fuyumi, Aizawa, one of the Precepts, sometimes Dabi). Chisaki's versatile.

BROTP: I?? Do not know. Probably also Chronohaul again, or (specifically platonic this time) Fuyumi & Chisaki; I hc him as aro (and I am aro myself) and therefore it is strange and weird to necessarily sort out 'romantic' and platonic relationships with this guy.

NOTP: I once saw Overhaul and Deku being shipped. It haunts my nightmares.

An assortment of headcanons!: God, what headcanons do I have that I haven't already talked about, or that wouldn't double the length of this ask? I definitely hc that Kai was a weird kid as a teenager: not very popular, always studying. I like to think that he might have savant syndrome (otherwise Overhaul the Quirk would be unworkable, the way I have it set up) and somehow managed to test out of every single one of the local middle/high school's math classes, so he just...doesn't have to take math. He does really well in science and math classes as a teen, and studies anatomy and biochemistry on his own because he wants to be able to put back together someone he might have accidentally taken apart with Overhaul (he has Trauma(TM) surrounding that), but doesn't do so well when it comes to literature or history.

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