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chasertheo · 1 year

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Ends of quidditch seasons tended to be a time of limbo for Theo. At this point he knew that whichever team he was currently on knew if they just sat and waited, they might get an offer from another team to trade for him that came with a nice lump of cash and a plum player for a different position—a beater or a seeker, maybe—and that would ultimately leave them in a better spot than keeping Theo would. Theo got it. There was always movement and turnover with chasers. There were more of them than any other position, so you had more injuries and retirements each year. And then there was the crucial importance of team dynamics. Theo could name the legendary chaser trios—the ones that were so solid they stayed together for years on end, working like one unit instead of three individual chasers—on one hand. For his part, Theo felt like he did a good job of working with different chasers, of adapting his play style to fit with whomever he was playing alongside. Some combinations felt better than others, there was no getting around that. But his agent was always telling him he was being traded up, not traded away. He wasn’t a problem…but he also wasn’t ever worth keeping around.

Which was fine with Theo. He didn’t care all that much whether he was the one making the big money shots that ended up emblazoned across the front page of the sports section, or whether fans of a particular team wanted to buy a jersey with his name and number on it. He knew he had a good reputation among other players and people who studied the game as a player who was consistent, skilled, and maybe most importantly, aware of his strengths—and his teammates’ strengths—in a way that enabled him to work with his teammates without much caring about whether he was the one to score the big flashy goals or not. His agent had said something to him once about how he should start thinking about making a go at the records for most rebounded quaffles and most assists in a season, to which Theo had said he should probably be trying to make assists and rebounds because that’s just good playing, not for any records. He hadn’t bothered to look up what the current record was, or how close he actually was to it. As if he’d ever break a record. Those things were set by the big names, the ones that people still talked about years later because years later they still held the records. Not Theo.

He hadn’t been shocked when he got a call from his agent telling him a couple teams had called inquiring about his availability, and the Kestrels had said they were open to a trade. Same as every year. Theo was just grateful there were so many teams in the British League that there were still a handful he hadn’t played for yet. What he had been shocked by was that one of the teams that had him on their short list was Puddlemere. Theo knew Puddlemere had lost two chasers, one unexpectedly. He’d also heard rumors they’d hired on a pair of rookies fresh out of Hogwarts. If they were calling up Theo, that likely meant they were trading away their third chaser as well. An entirely new chaser team, and they’d just brought in a brand new beater team the year before. That seemed to be working out well for them. But still, an entire overhaul of their chasers a year later? Theo had been a little apprehensive, but it wasn’t like he had much choice. Plus he preferred to keep an open mind about this sort of thing. He’d been asked to come in for a practice with the new chasers, and if nothing else he’d at least get to scope out his future competition that way. He’d been surprised to find the two rookies were two blokes he’d met very briefly in Hogwarts. They’d been kids, first years at the time, but Theo remembered them as the first years who’d shown up to Ravenclaw tryouts bright-eyed and eager. It reminded Theo a bit of how he’d shown up to tryouts second year and convinced the captain to make him a new position that didn’t involve playing, just so he could be involved. He’d had to tell the two kids that first years had to get permission from their heads of house to try out, but he’d offered them the equipment manager position he’d made up for himself, told them he’d started out there and now he was captain, and he’d been delighted to see them agree. Clearly as excited to just be around quidditch as he was, and Theo indulged their requests for advice and to throw about the bludger with them several times that year.

He also knew they’d ended up chasers the year after Theo graduated. They weren’t just a rookie pair, they were a tight pair. A confident pair. But Theo had worked with all sorts of personalities. There were a lot of egos in quidditch. And suddenly his being called up by Puddlemere made a lot of sense. He’d been pleased, at that open practice with himself and a few chasers and reserves from other teams that Puddlemere was considering, to find that Sturgis and Freddie seemed to want to find a third to work with rather than to work as a two-chaser team. He’d also been pleasantly surprised by how easily he was able to figure out their playstyle and adjust to it. He felt like he’d gelled with them, but he’d been one of a few called in to try out, and he wasn’t holding his breath. Other teams were interested, if he didn’t get the offer from Puddlemere. Theo didn’t want to get too caught up imagining what it’d be like to play for that team, with those two blokes he’d gelled with. What it’d be like to be able to move to London for a year. To play with Jamie again. Theo couldn’t decide if Jamie being on Puddlemere was a positive or negative. He was trying not to think too hard about it. At least Jamie hadn’t said anything to him when he’d been guarding the goals during that open practice. He wondered if Jamie would say something about keeping Theo off the team because of the kiss. Theo wouldn’t exactly blame him for it.

He’d been surprised when he got the call from his agent telling him Puddlemere wanted him and the Kestrels had approved the trade. It was done. Theo was playing for Puddlemere. It felt like standard procedure when he got invited to come by before the first practice for meetings with the coaching staff and a tour of the stadium. What wasn’t standard was that Freddie and Sturgis were there too. A good sign, Theo thought, that they were being treated as a unit. He just hoped he wouldn’t end up a third wheel to the pair of them, at least on the pitch. It wasn’t just that they were clearly close friends; Theo was also a good bit older than them. There were some potential pitfalls they’d have to maneuver through, but he took it as a good sign that the kids were unpretentious, and very clearly excited while trying to act professional, during the tour. The meetings with the coaches had been good too, talking through how they could all work together. But Theo knew it was important to have a good rapport on and off the pitch with his fellow chasers, so after the tour was finished, before the pair could take off, he stopped them. “How do you blokes feel about grabbing a drink at that pub across the street? Be nice to catch up a bit.”

#sturgis #freddie ( i willl add some guest appearances from him but also pls feel free to do whatever with him as well lol)#flashback #i'm so sorry i'm just bombarding your dash #tomorrow i've gotta start buckling down again for classes so i figured i'd just enjoy the creative energy I've had #and go ahead and write another starter while i'm in the headspace #no rush at all tho!!! xD #also since puddlemere is in fact a big deal team #wanted to dig in a little more to theo's playing/set him up for a lil bit of opportunity to be surprised #when he becomes a puddlemere name too instead of just this year's random third chaser xP #maybe he can break a record at some point without even realizing it till someome else tells him xP #(bonus points if that someone else is jamie xP)

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crownedflora · 2 years

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Thanks for playing!

Doo-doo-doo-dooooo doo-doo-doo-dooooo~ Doo-doo-doo-dooooo doo-doo-doo-daaaaa~

#THIS IS IT LU-#...Oh right. My usual partner in crime for those slightly altered references isn't here for that.#Ahh... those were the days...#ANYWAY! It's been fun but I think it's finally about time to get my child ready for bed with how the blog's been for a while.#He is putting on his jammies and comedically miniscule night cap as we speak. Also being made to brush his teeth.#Doesn't mean it's completely over (yet) but just making and pinning this post in preparation for when the end truly and abruptly comes.#You'll likely just catch me reborgling some past asks - with or without commentated thoughts in the tags - for archival poiposes.#I'll do the same for any asks that were sent from here in the past that end up being answered/posted eventually in the future.#And of course send AT LEAST that one final (CURSED) ask I still owe to a /certain someone/... eventualy. |D #I keep saying ''eventually'' (to them) but will I finally get around to doing it? ... I'd say it's actually very VERY likely now.#Oh and any future received replies for interactions WILL be continued for as long as necessary and desired or felt by those involved.#Or at least there'll be an attempt from me to do so anyway.#I did consider and tried my hand at writing one final drabble as 'The End' for him as a muse but...#Nah. something simple like this will do instead.#Years of playing some minor boss character coming from source material that had what I liked to call 'Schrödinger's Canon' nearing its end..#Muse-wise he's been practically obliterated everywhere else and is seemingly only willing to linger just enough around here.#Where everything began so many years ago...#Layers on layers... of moments we've shared... Just like a lasagna... created with care.#The flavors are burning... a new page is turning... and I hope that you'll be there in the end. Goodbye my friend; The End

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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for the problematic trope: teacher/student Or stalker/obsession?

Oh man I love both of those. Uhm. I'll do Teacher/Student because I think I have more to work for it. Maybe.

Ships that fit said trope

Rei/Hayashida from March Comes in Like a Lion are always the first to come to mind and I am the only one on this boat

All Might/Deku from My Hero Academia are the bog standard of this trope I think

But I actually prefer All Might/Bakugo, it's about the caring for the Teacher

Poly Izuku/Bakugo/All Might is very good chefs kiss

Same shit but evil AFO/Tomura

Nageki/Shuu from Hatoful Boyfriend has become recent brainworms thanks to a certain HB poster on my dash

Does Ash/Kukui count? He was a teacher in the SuMo anime so. I'm gonna count it.

General Opinion

I never got why this is considered problematic? I mean all my examples are so kinda Minor/Adult which stands on it's own but why would a grown person dating their teacher who's also a grown person be considered problematic?

I also have like. Way less ships than I thought that fit the dynamic. I guess I don't consume as much media with Teacher characters as I thought I did. Gimmie recs please.

Any ships that aren’t canon it But I’d read w/ the trope

I don't have any ships I'd like to see in the trope but I have characters I'd love to see in it if I had another half to them, this is mostly just characters who I think should have students they're shippably close too.

Nezu My Hero Academia

Winston Overwatch

Doomfist Overwatch

Cyrus Pokemon

Cheren Pokemon (BW2 specifically)

Sheldon Splatoon

Woodman Hilda

Shirokuma Danganronpa

Monokuma Danganronpa

#Ship List #Thankyou for asking #Wow this was a little harder than I thought #please someone else ask for stalker/obession too please I have just as little thought for that but still wanna talk about it #Thankyou #I have a large list of characters I would love to problimatically ship if they had anyone in their lives to do so with #That's my motivation for self shipping sometimes dskjgfjkdgf #I really started with March Comes Like a Lion huh sorry it's top thought recently #someone asked for a Harunobu x reader and I drafted my concepts and then made the mistake of playing Splat 3 all night #And now my brain is mush so it has to WAIT #I'll get to you I promise #For not consider Rei's teacher could very easily take advantage of him he has no friends or support group #But instead chooses to try and help him and make him less of a target for men like him #Love that love that love that #Ask me about my age gap ships I have more brainworms for those trust me

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seaglassdinosaur · 2 years

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I feel the Lucas’ character arc was one of the most solid this season. His indecision and struggle between the mainstream or nonconformity - fitting in or sticking out - and passivity versus action.

#I don’t have an essay for this #but we see it in his role on the team v hellfire #his wanting to be popular and no longer be bullied (and be honest it’s not a heinous desire on his part)#his relationship with Max #and his role on there team as things ramp up #: on the team he has this passive conformity as he never is able to play but is seen as one of them - and then stands out when he does play #he would’ve had to push back to join hellfire’s final session #he primarily doesn’t speak up when the witch-hunt starts; deflecting and avoiding association with the game to maintain his status #even when he’s uncomfortable. even when he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. he quietly supports the actions of the team.#(something something abt acceptance from extremist groups but uh.)#it’s when his friends are in danger and he sees that this is dangerous that he steps up actively misleads the team and splits #choosing nonconformity and action #but it shows how easy it is to just step back and let bad things happen. it’s actually a fantastic illustration of that.#with max - he reaches out to her. takes action in talking to her. blames himself for not reaching out harder #she doesn’t blame him but he blames himself when she’s almost taken by vecna #he should have tried harder. same with Patrick right? Lucas noticed Pat was being abused that he might show up with a black eye #and he didn’t do anything. turned a blind eye thinking someone else could deal with it. Lucas isn’t a bad person for this but he feels awful #bc what could he - should he have done differently. maybe if he’d said something Pat would still be alive he wouldn’t have had the trauma #that vecna used and manipulated #also - he pushes max to say what she means instead of writing it. again he pushes action rather than passivity around death #anyway uh end of his arc he is much more active in caring abt his loved ones saying he cares abt them and showing it #this is a good season for him he’s getting a really solid character driven arc that is reflected in his actions #and I like it best out of all the character arcs we’ve been seeing #lucas sinclair #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things spoilers #my post

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gideonisms · 2 years

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good god. If anyone knows how to turn off the brain setting that is like. If I do not write this perfectly I will die but also I Cannot get started or I will die. Let me know

#i'm suffering #because the prof was like what are your plans after this class and i was listing jobs i might apply to #he was like no i mean ur grad school plans and we had the whole conversation u know the one teachers sometimes have with you #it would be a waste of potential to do *whatever terrible job you are doing* instead of like. continuing to write papers #and he was really kind so i kind of played it off like haha you haven't read my final paper don't make up ur mind yet #but he said if my paper was good i should discuss my options for grad school afterwards with him and like. fine okay #i was planning to go to trade school after this maybe but like #1 conversation about my other options would be nice don't look a gift horse in the mouth etc #of course i'm wary af i don't trust an authority figure as far as i can throw them but you know. my paper was good i know this for a fact #point is now this paper has to be good or i'll become an electrician. or whatever #and u know what it definitely will be good it's just it won't be quite as good as the last one and i have #work hours and like due dates and i also have to eat food and experience experiences and everything is extremely bright and loud this month!#this is exactly why i am not living up to my 'full' 'potential'. this is exactly why i work the job i do which by the way someone has to #someone has to check out ur groceries and listen to you complain and my only real quarrel with it is the pay and the fact that #i'm just wildly unsuited to it as far as personality goes. like this is just because i can imitate everyone else #i do it in my papers too. i just think of the last peer reviewed paper i read and make my writing also do that #in a way i'm constantly writing fic. when u think about it #if you're wondering whether it has inhibited my 'own' 'voice' the answer is yes! it has.

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slvttyplum · 1 month

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banner: @roseschoices divider: @cafekitsune

choso never really got mad, he didn't feel the need to get all up in arms about things he couldn't t control, the only thing he could do was control his own emotions and that's what he did most of the time.

growing up with brothers aren't easy, they turn you over, rat you out, get you in trouble, everything under the sun, so choso was used to teasing and rough play, but what he wasn't used to was seeing you practically naked trying to go out the house.

his blood didn't immediately boil at the sight, he tried to stay calm of course and question the situation, like why the fuck his partner was walking out of the house with a bikini top and shorts that barely covered the bottom of your ass.

“oh! im just having a beach day with my friends.” the innocent smile on your face convinced him that you weren't aware that your outfit wasn't necessarily appropriate to wear, so he didn't shoot you down too quick and instead put the same smile on his face.

“is that right? i didn't know. do you have a cover-up?” trying to slide in the subliminal quickly and smoothly, but once he heard your answer, his blood ran over and told you to please change your outfit.

“i… choso i just got this outfit.” those words sliding into his ears and sliding right out, he couldn't give one fuck. normally he wouldn't care what you wore, but that right there was a no no. you're going on a day trip with your friends without him wearing that, whose attention were you trying to get?

there was no need for him to keep trying to explain to you why you shouldn't even be wearing that outfit in the first place, but his dick thought otherwise, a prime example as to why you shouldn't be wearing it.

if it can happen to him, it can happen to anyone else.

“go change.” his jaw clenching and his arms folded as he stares you down, waiting for you to budge or break down, giving up and go change.”

“no, bye.” you slide on one flip-flops before choso walks closer to you, grabbing you by the waist and bending down and leaning closer to your ear.

“go change for me. don't be difficult.” his breath warm and sliding over your ear then neck, almost making you collapse, but you had to hold your own.

“no.” with that final no, choso picks you up and puts you over his shoulder. it was over for you, when he walked to the bedroom and tossed you on the bed, you knew you weren't making it to the beach.

choso stripped your shorts off revealing a bikini and not even five minutes later, the both of you were naked, and you were on all fours arched with your head against the pillow and chosos dick sliding in and out of you.

moans falling out of your mouth as his body clashes with yours and his hands roam your body, sending chills and then tingles shortly after. your eyes rolling up to the top of your eyelid and your body jolting every time he hit your sweet spot, the overwhelming pleasure was too much for you to handle.

your hands try to grip the sheet, but choso puts his hands over yours, balls them into a fist and puts them behind your back.

choso couldn't stop fucking you. the thought of someone else seeing you in that outfit made him upset, his blood boiling, turning into arousal.

he fucked you into the early morning. that day forward you never wore anything to piss him off, or maybe you did, getting fucked by an angry choso was painfully hot.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #jujutsu choso #choso #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso smut #kamo choso

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notthestarwar · 9 months

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@dukeoftheblackstar and heres another snippet from the same fic which i think gives a kinda sympathetic view to mace. i've taken this straight from my drafts so i'll leave the old tags there. now i'm gonna reblog some pro mace posts lol but i wont tag you in those cause i think i've probably tagged you in enough at this point lol

This snippet is from 'When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it'

It's from Chapter 7, ghost Mace is explaining to past Jaster what he knows of Jango's life, in the future. Here, he's describing the moment he killed Jango and his feelings in the aftermath.

In the midst of the battle, a man started shooting at me. We fought, it was a brutal thing, I was barely keeping up in spite of the Force. I did not know who he was or why he was shooting for me but I did know that if I ceded any space at all, he would take it and I would be dead.

In the end, I came out on top. I can't say I was intending for it, I was just trying to make contact in any place I could, but I caught him with my saber between his helmet and chest plate. He died, after I decapitated him and it wasn't until after the fact that I discovered that he was the one I had been searching for all those years before.

As a young Knight I set out to bring Jango Fett home, to right a wrong, but I was unable to find him. I had thought of him, often. The wrong I had not been able to right for my people. The man I could not save. And then, I stepped on to a dusty planet that I hardly knew, for reasons I hardly understood and I killed a man.

Jaster swallows. When Mace looks at him, honestly paints his face and regret curls at the edges.

"Quite without knowing it, I had killed the one I hadn't been able to save, years after the fact."

His son.

"I hadn't saved him but he survived all the same. He didn't need me to save him, he'd saved himself. I'd thought him dead but he lived to walk up to me all those years later. He survived that slave ship so that he might die at my hand years later."

The fact that he's sorry for it doesn't really cushion the blow. This is the man that killed his son. He is dead because of Jango but in a far off future, Jango is dead because of him.

How did he die? This Jedi? He had time to discover Jango's identity after the battle so he must have survived it. Did he later die of wounds Jango gave him? Jaster thinks not. None of this has been easy, none of this is simple. There remains a weight in the air, the burden of the remainder of Jango's story. An oddity considering it should end here.

He looks back to Windu, watching his face.

"I did not mean to kill your son Jaster. I meant to save him, but I was quite unable. The idea of him haunted me as steadily as any ghost and then, I killed him. I didn't know who he was when I struck and I did not know when he fell that he had already killed me, long before that day. It would be three years before my heart would stop but I was dead from the day Jango Fett landed on Kamino."

"I did not intend it, but I did it all the same. I am sorry that I killed him and I have to live with that regret even now, in death. I remain here knowing that I killed the man I was intending to save, the man who I had never forgotten failing."

Jaster is a warrior. He knows what a fight to the death is like. He has known the ferocity that an adult Jango would hold long before he knew that in a later time, the galaxy would know his son as 'The Jedi killer'. What a title. Jaster had not wanted this life, the one that from Mace's perspective has already passed, for his son. He wanted something kinder, easier, for him. It hadn't happened. Jaster had been unable to give that to him.

Mace didn't have any choice but to kill him but, all the same, as a father it is Jaster's right to hate him, just a little, for taking his sons life.

Jango deserved better than the galaxy that had delivered him to this Jedi on that day. He deserved better than the life that had shaped him in to the man that would attack this Jedi and lose. He deserved, parents that wouldn't die before he had finished growing, a second chance that worked out differently. He deserved everything and anything Jaster could give him and maybe, even that could not be enough. Could never be enough.

Mace looked at him. "Everyone in that hall is there because Jango is responsible for their death. I am not sure if the same can be said for me. Jango is responsible for my death but is that the reason I linger?"

The Jedi looks far away. "He haunted me far before he ever died and now I haunt him far before he ever killed me. He lined up the pieces of my death long before I met him in that arena. And I killed him long before he killed me. Time is not linear for the dead, but in the case of Jango and I it is even less so. The story of our haunting is a circular thing and in truth, I can not really say who of us is haunting who

He meets Jaster's eyes. "We are here to discuss why we haunt Jango. But it would be remiss of me to not tell you that your son has haunted me every single day since I left on a mission to retrieve him, to try and offer reparations for what my peoples neglect brought down on him, and came home empty handed."

"We thought him dead, but I did not forget him. From that day, I've carried the weight of what we did to him. I have often thought of him over the years. You hold no blame here, but we just might."

I love this bit. To me it's very clear that Jango's death was largely Jango's fault. In this fic, Mace finds himself on Galidraan with little understanding of why he's there, just trying to act in the moment to defend himself and other Jedi. Jango starts shooting at him, clearly shooting to kill. Mace knows that he's in danger, he knows that if he dies (because Jango intends for one of them to die. He will not stop until one of them is dead.) Jango will go on to kill more Jedi until one of them gets the upper hand, and so Mace acts in a way that is very understandable and defends his life with all he has. He's reacting rather than planning any of this, Jango is not giving him a chance to think about any of it, so when Jango is about to get the upper hand, Mace takes the only move available to him, and goes for his neck.

It's understandable, he had no choice, and yet, because of who Mace is, I think he'd find it very difficult to come to terms with having killed someone in that way. It's horribly violent (lightsaber deaths always seem to be??? Decapitation isn't quite bisection but it's not great. However, I think such a thing would be even harder for Mace to confront than it was for Obi Wan.) and I think Mace would struggle to accept that he really didn't have any choice, and anyone would have done the same.

And then!!! This Mace, is a Mace that has been metaphorically haunted by Jango ever since he 'failed to save him'. To know that Jango was out there to find all along and Mace just didn't manage it? That Jango didn't need Mace to escape, but that he suffered for longer thanks to his own rescue being left to him. That in that suffering, he became the kind of man, that would be in the arena, forcing Mace to kill him. That had Mace done anything about this constant reminder (was that a sign? From the force?) of Jango for all these years, he could have helped Jango. He might have stopped him doing what he did with the clones. He might have helped him process what had happened, so that Jango didn't end up on a suicide mission, determined to throw himself head first in to fights he can barely win, only so he can try and repent for not dying with the rest of them, the first time or the second.

Mace was a master Jedi, if anyone could help someone work through trauma, it was him. (His struggle to process it all himself is 100% not a sign of his ability. You can understand how to healthily process emotions to the n th degree, but it won't stop you being human and falling to human difficulties. He is the best person to help anyone else through this stuff, but when it comes to himself, he's too close. That's why Jedi help each other work through stuff.) But Mace wasn't there, because he didn't think Jango was out there. In spite of this constant lingering reminder at every step, he didn't look. And so Jango carried on, hating that he survived, living only to carry out this corrupted form of justice, until he finally met the end that he thought he should have met years before.

Mace couldn't help him, and then, he ended up doing the worst thing possible for him. He gave him this violent death, that in Jango's grief and pain, he was sure he deserved. I just think the more Mace learnt about Jango, after finding out he's just killed the man he thought had died thanks to his failure all those years before, going on to see the depths of what happened to Jango, what it made him, the more responsible he'd feel. If he'd only found him. What he went through on the ship. What the clones went through. All those years hating himself for surviving. Boba, who Jango wanted in spite of his self hated, who he loved so fiercely but could NOT do right by.

I think Mace would look at each part of it and a part of him would be like 'none of this had to happen. If you'd done your job, you could have saved him from that ship, from becoming this. You would have spared him from himself, but also the clones, Boba, everyone else he hurt.' I do think he would have known that this wasn't rational, and would have worked through it, been working through it, as he lived on and more and more things crept out of the woodwork to remind Mace of his one failure. Each revelation about jango is something else Mace might have prevented.

And then, Mace's death at palpatines hand. He speaks to the other ghosts and suddenly he sees. He sees the big picture. What Jango did to him, did to his people.

Mace has it completely right when he looks at this haunting as a circular thing. Who is haunting who? Time isn't linear for ghosts. He was haunting Jango from the start, but also, Mace didn't start haunting Jango till he'd already killed him. Mace not being able to forget that mission early in his career, the boy he hadn't been able to save. Was that bog standard guilt? His brain kicking up dust? Or was it the force warning him that Jango was out there, that he should look. Was it neither? As a force sensitive could Mace feel his future self, pulled back in time by his connection to Jango? Was the feeling of Jango haunting him, actually his own ghost, obsessed with the man he was tied to, the one responsible for his death.

He and Jango orbit each other before either of them are dead in a way the other ghosts don't. But it being uncertain who's haunting who? That's true of all the ghosts. Jango haunts them just as much they do him. They are ghosts because they can't let go of him and he can't let go of what he did to them.

#I've been thinking about this #cause i saw a post talking about who's fault Jango's death was (i think it was a poll?)#anyway i have very strong feelings about this. because i very much do think that Jango was never surviving to see the war #he'd done his bit dooku didn't need him. i don't think dooku set up his death at Mace's hand. but i do think that he knew the man Jango was #and knew that by placing him in that arena; he'd get himself killed. arena full of Jedi. Jango always would have tried to fight them and #it would always be a fight to the death. because of who he was. his pride & he didn't care about surviving enough to walk away from a fight #he was too intelligent to not know he wasn't getting out alive. tangle with nasty ppl you wind up dead when they don't need you.#& he knew bad ppl well. but he never tried to get away. i think that was cause a part of him wanted to die. he walked in to that death #i do think he loved Boba. but i think he hated himself hated that he'd survived everyone. more. think he'd convince himself boba was better #with him dead. so i don't think mace had any hand in Jango's death really. if not him it would have been someone else. Jango would have #created that situation with anyone. HOWEVER #i don't think Mace would see it that way. i think he'd struggle to accept that he did the only thing he could and i think the understanding #that it was him or Jango BECAUSE Jango was determined to die & take out as many Jedi on the way out as possible. would make it harder for #him to accept. he completely played in to this suicidal impulse. Jango was a sentient in pain who needed help. mace wants to be someone who #helps.but instead he let himself be played.he was the sword and the hand that held it and he killed him in a particularly violent move #(which i think was unavoidable in the moment. if he'd delayed he would have died he was acting not thinking. Jango made it so.)#it was not Maces fault but i think he'd struggle to accept that even when knowing it objectively.if it were another Jedi he'd help them see #but for himself it's hard to come to terms with. knowing that dying in such a violent manner was what Jango thought he deserved #i think would make mace feel like he'd been the worst version of himself in that moment and someone he could have helped payed for that #it was fun to explore in this fic cause mace had been sent out to find Jango after galidraan and it had stuck with him as a failed mission #early in his career. in the time since he's done all these amazing things but he always remembered boy he couldn't save at the start #and then. years later. mace ends up inadvertently killing that same man. he doesn't know who Jango is.he has no idea that he survived until #he's already dead at Mace's hand. i think theres a horrible sense of neatness to it all.#so yeah! i don't think mace is guilty but i think he's the kind of person that would feel he was all the same #Mace is great #part 3

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yanderenightmare · 2 months

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TW: nsfw, dubcon, coercion, bullying

fem reader

Your bully says he’s always been curious about what it’s like to fuck a geeky good girl like you—and that he’ll leave you if you let him have a taste.

You knew he was probably mostly joking when he offered… but you were sick and tired and perhaps a little desperate for the chance of him finally leaving you alone—so you balled your fists within his shirt, dragged him inside an empty classroom, and told him he could do whatever he wanted.

You don’t know who was more surprised.

He never knew you to be so brazen—but it’s not like you’re some blushing virgin, either.

You have experience. However, most of that experience is with nicer guys… not someone like him…

It’s not like you expected him to go easy on you, but still…

You bruise against the desk he has you bent over on—dewy-faced and panting, lying cheek-down in your own drool as he fucks full-chested moans right out of you. He snickers when your thighs shake, whistling with a grin when feeling your tight cunt flutter around him—slick dripping to the floor in a little puddle.

“You’re so wet it’s embarrassing.” He laughs.

He’s got your arms tussled behind your back, using your shirt as bindings—having balled your skirt up around your waist in two tight fists, knuckles white while using it to keep you still as he pounds into you with a mean snap of his hips.

Your heart drops when you hear a rip. A second time when, you feel his movements still, and a thick warmth starts to fill you.

“Ah—fuck—don’t squeeze so tight—I’m ‘bout to—” He grunts, but it’s already too late once he pulls out.

Panting heavily as his cock drips with the last drop—hunched over—his eyes fall to your glossy cunt, half-mast while staring at the way his cum slowly leaks out of the still-fluttering little hole.

He feels a cute-aggressive urge to slap it but doesn’t want to get his hand all sticky.

He pulls his pants up instead, only bothering to button his shirt up halfway, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Anyone with eyes could guess what he’d been doing with his sweaty hair and that flushed look on his face.

And yet he starts leaving without a care or a word.

Already halfway out the door before you get your wits back.

“No—wait!” You warble, unknotting your sleeves to wrap your shirt around you. “You can’t leave me like this—my skirt…” You hold the tattered piece up for him to see, showing him the tear he’d made, rendering it unwearable.

His hand is still on the doorknob, only bothering to acknowledge you with a jaded look over his shoulder. “How’s that my problem?”

Your brows cinch that pitiful way it always does. That cute way that has his gut bubble and fizz. “Please…” You plead, and it’s almost enough to make his cock perk up again. “Just bring me a skirt from lost and found… please?”

He sighs—the door at his back as he leans against it with arms folded upon his chest. “Tch—and what's in it for me?”

You nibble your lip in thought—but you already know the answer.

“I’ll be better at it next time—just... please?”

“Hm…” He hums in thought, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, tugged as if your words had pulled it with string. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

The door closed with a click, and you were left in the classroom alone.

A few minutes passed. You doubted his return.

You could always call a friend… but you didn’t want to get anyone into any trouble—calling them when they’re in class. Also, how would you even explain it to them? What type of person skips class to have sex in an empty classroom? Not to mention, they’d ask who you’d done it with—and there was just no way you could tell them. It’d be too embarrassing—you might just die—and if anyone else ever found out, he’d more likely kill you himself.

Well… suppose you could always make the run to Lost and Found yourself. The hallways should be mostly empty at this hour, but there’s really no guarantee.

In the end, the thought of someone catching you in cum-soaked panties makes you hold onto all hope that your bully would return as he’d said.

And fifteen minutes later, he does. Black school skirt in one hand and strawberry milk in the other. Seemed he’d taken the time to stop at a vending machine.

But you don’t care. Breathing out a sigh of relief—gratitude on your lips as you leap over to him. “Thank you—”

You eagerly accept the skirt—putting it on just as quickly.

He leans back against the door again, sipping his carton while watching you fall still with dismay. Humored at the pout that takes your lips as you look up at him with those pitiful doe-eyes.

“This is too short…”

He hides his smile with a tilt of his head. “Oh?” He grabs his jaw and pretends to assess your bottom half with focus. “Hmm… turn around, lemme see.”

You listen trustingly—as though you actually believe he cares. It almost makes him laugh out loud at how fucking gullible you are. But he keeps his act tight. Humming at the sight of the skirt only barely covering the crease of your cute ass.

“You’re right—something’s off.” He admits.

You look back at him just in time to see his smirk before he grabs you.

Keeping you still with an arm wrapped around your waist, he tips you over and grabs your panties—pulling them despite your body's protests as you wiggle in his hold. You cry as the fabric wedges up between your asscheeks, kicking your legs behind you until feeling it rip.

“There you go…” He coos while letting go of you, twirling the torn string in his hand. “Now it fits perfectly.”

He chuckles at the pretty tears clumped upon your lashes as you look at him with your lip tucked between your teeth until you finally get the grit to say what’s on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re an asshole.”

He sneers with a smile and bags your panties in his pocket—then turns around and opens the door. Leaving you worse off than before.

“Never said otherwise, buttercup.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Toji

DS – Akaza, Sanemi

HQ – Kuro, Miya twins

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dazai-ritualist · 2 months

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GETTING CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT… LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE

— alastor + lucifer + vox getting caught with lipstick stains all over them…

— generally gn!reader. guys can wear lipstick too smh

hehe i got a new lip tint (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) maybe alastor’s part is a little self-projected

— alastor

alastor himself isn’t one for physical affection. in fact, the thought itself makes him feel dirty. someone else’s skin against his… eugh…

though, when it came to you, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself; hands clawing and playing with your hair, wrapping his arms around your neck, pinching your cute cheeks, holding your hand… it’s almost as if he’d double-die without you near!

and the only thing he’d enjoy more than that would be having his affection reciprocated; interlocking your arm with his, a surprise hug from behind, a kiss on the cheek, they are all more than appreciated! especially the thing about kissing…

a kiss from you is simply just exhilarating. the suddenness yet sweetness of it, it’s truly the purest form of love, regardless of if it’s familial, romantic, or platonic— it’s the purest expression of your love for another person.

so, just imagine alastor’s reaction to your new lipstick, strawberry red to give your lips a glossy color, yet still light enough to appear natural. the pretty hue of red complimenting your face features perfectly by giving it the color it needs as to not appear pale.

absolutely gorgeous. so confusing how a simple amount of color could make you look as if you were an angel from heaven itself. you quite literally took his breath away from just applying a new lipstick…

at some point, alastor had reached some sort of limit when he finally caved into his inner desires, bringing you to a secluded place in the hotel, his hands moving to your hips and hair.

he couldn’t wait any longer to place his lips on your’s, your lipstick smearing all over his thin lips. kissing him from his cheeks to his jawline, leaving light pink stains all over his skin.

he groaned at the feeling of wet lipstick all over his face, and at the same time reveled in the ways you are telling everyone that the only one who could see the radio demon in such a needy and doe-like state would be you; he’d be yours to fool around with, and yours to do however you’d see fit. just as you are his— no one else’s. the smeared lipstick on the side of your lips should send that as a statement enough to whatever lowlife hooligan would even attempt to sweep you off your feet.

when the two of you had returned, it was a strange sight to say the least… alastor’s face and jaw covered with pink lips, and you with your lipstick smudged and smeared off your lips, instead all over you neck.

“well, uh… you two look like ‘ya had lot’sa fun…” angel said monotonously, awkwardly trying to keep up conversation. “ohh, most certainly!” alastor grinned, his transatlantic accent popping through the radio static.

he knows he could’ve wiped it off… he has a handkerchief in his back pocket, he could’ve easily saved himself that awkward conversation.

but, he didn’t.

could you blame him? he wants all of hell to know that both you and him off-limits for good.

— lucifer

when many imagine the king of hell, it’s hard to think he’d be a social piranha. the same case had gone for you.

who knew lucifer was still as pure of heart as he was during his time in heaven? and who knew he’d fall for someone so easily after the sudden disappearance of his wife?

when he saw you, it was practically love at first sight! your big eyes, your shiny hair, and those big pretty lips of yours that he just wanted to kiss so badly…

he listened carefully as charlie introduced you to him, trying to remember every detail about you and every feature on your face, stuttering over his words once it was time to speak for himself.

and somehow, despite his meekness towards you and your awkwardness whenever he was around, you two ended up in a relationship— with the help of vaggie and charlie’s meddling in pushing you two together.

the two of you loved each other, of course… but it was always hard to express. the only way lucifer knew how to show his love was through his presence and gifts. he wasn’t hell’s greatest kisser, but he tries.

and, today— it was your 5 month anniversary… quite a long time, the hotel’s been good so far, no major threats other than one of cherri bomb’s occasional explosions. and because of how long it’s been, you decided to do something a little special… put on some relatively expensive clothes and make-up your face a little bit.

when lucifer saw you all dolled up, he was honestly a little stunned. lips as red as an apple, hair as soft as silk, the words were stuck in his mouth. “w- er- wow..! i’m not dressed up or anything— agh, this is awkward..” lucifer muttered. “hey, it’s ok… this was a surprise for you, y’know?” you said, comforting him slightly.

“you look… stunning today” he smiled, carefully putting down his anniversary present for you on his work desk, still wrapped in a red ribbon. he made his way to you, hands making their way to your cheeks to softly cup them as he gently leaned into you for a kiss.

he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding as you kissed his face all over, as if healing the wounds of his past with his present. his banishment into hell, lilith’s abandonment, they all didn’t matter anymore, you are the present and the future.

he wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug as he kissed your forehead, the residual lipstick from his lips smeared onto you.

lucifer laughed awkwardly before using his finger to carefully rub off the pink stains on your forehead. “haha… c’mon, i got a dinner reservation in the lust ring tonight…” he laughed, interlocking his arm with yours.

“don’t you wanna take off that lipstick on your face first?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “i mean… i dont minddd… so, it’s only if you wanna take if off” his eyes wandered, his cheeks growing flustered “hmm… nah. i want everyone to know you belong to me now.” you grinned mischievously.

and when the two of you walked out of the hotel lobby, charlie went to wish you a safe trip and happy anniversary before she noticed the stains on her dad’s face. “err… dad..? you gotta a little something there…” charlie muttered as she pointed all over his face. “ah..? yeah, i know” he laughed it off, proudly showing off to hell how hopelessly devoted he is to you.

— vox

vox was a busy man. from having many public appearances, to coming up with new ideas for voxtek, to putting out valentino’s temper tantrums, he barely had the time for romance.

barely. he loved you, truly. he keeps you dear to his heart, no matter how busy he’d be, vox would still make time for you late at night.

everyone had known you, why wouldn’t they? you’re the partner of one of the most influential overlords in hell, that’s a feat that is amazing to accomplish, dating vox in itself has made you into a sort of local celebrity; causing you to be invited to many galas, parties, and occasional raves.

and tonight happened to be the night of one of those parties. zestial had invited you to a formal dinner party, an all star guest list filled by many of the goetic princes, various overlords in hell, and other local hellborns such as verosika mayday.

“please, voxxx? just this once, it’s only like 3 hours!” you grumble as your apply a coat of ruby red over your lips, checking your appearance in the bathroom mirror. “i can’t.. i have a 5:00 with val and velvette, then after that, a board meeting about new gadgets to release…” vox groaned, already pissed about the day ahead.

“fine then, your loss.” you pouted, rolling your eyes as you left the bathroom and into the bedroom. “holy shit…” vox sighed out. “you look… really good, my love.” he walked over to you, his hands moving to your body, outlining the clothes’ stitching as he recognized it to be the one he had custom-made for you.

your hands rested on vox’s shoulders, forcibly making him lean over a bit before leaving various kiss stains all over his screen.

vox visibly tensed as his screen started glowing a bright teal, showing his clear embarrassment as pink smudges fogged his screen.

his breath heaved as his hands moved all around your body, desperate to find some kind of relief to his pent-up stress.

ending your kiss attack all too soon on his lips, you pulled away, your lips slightly pale now as you grinned at him. “spend the day looking like that and i’ll give you more after work” you winked, taking your belongings and leaving out the door, leaving a flustered vox in your bedroom, covered with lipstick stains.

“vox… the fuck is going on with your face?” velvette snarled. “it looks as if you got fucking mauled by a bear pretending to be a woman.” she yelled, her british accent making her trip over some consonants.

vox sighed, hearing valentino mutter some sort of dirty comparison of vox to a prostitute. “instead of focusing on me, why don’t you put your efforts into our agenda today?” vox frowned, his tone clearly saying that he’s holding himself back from releasing a flood of curses onto the two…

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