#anyway but she WASNT helpless
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It makes sense why she didn't maybe but Chani might have saved billions of people including her own by simply knifing Jessica for compelling her, or knifing Paul after he went off the deep end or knifing Stilgar in the assembly. Which would even have been acceptable and traditional! But I guess it's an example of feeling like you're helpless in the face of history.
#my stuff#dune#vidi#why the fuck would they leave a spy after evacuating and why was it her friend who she might have talked about things with#anyway but she WASNT helpless#they took her voice#i wish theyd let her articulate that he was betraying them#like...more explicitly#wish she could have thrown it all in his face?? 'arent you freemen'? 'didnt you promise me?“#'didnt you say the prophecy was a lie?' 'didnt you say you would HELP us free OURSELVES' 'now you're duke of 'arrakis' again?'#well anyway.#i feel like with the whole marrying the emperors daughter they misdirected a lot of audience to think she was upset about getting dumped or#whatever#couldnt she have told him: and? afterwards? who will be leader of this planet?#you?#we get the emperor and then what?#she could have said: well fuck off then ill rule dune from now on
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Cruel cravings
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Summary: fantasy fucks were meant to remain just that, fantasies. Especially when you want to fuck you your sith lord employer. Whats a girl to do when she cries out for her lord to ravage her? Worse then that, what do you do when he answers that call?
Warnings : ⚠️adult content +18⚠️ smut, degradation, name calling, toys, power play, swearing, body fluids, dacryphillia, teasing, dom/sub dynamic, Vader is a teasing prick
A/N: here is some filth, i enjoyed writing this one. I hope you like reading it, i havent wrote smut for a while so hope i still got it 😅 anyway enjoy peeps
You scrambled up the bed kicking your covers letting out a gargled sound between a squeak and yowl. It took all of three seconds for your chest tighten and lungs to shrivle in your chest. Oh dear god. You shivered staring wide eyed at the tall imposing figure that had somehow bypassed the lock and thundered into your room.
He stiffened, straightening his posture as he took in the sight of you. The thin, non regulation night dress that usually reached your knees was bunched around your thighs, legs bent and tangled up in your crumpled damp sheets, you hair a mess and skin flushed with sweat on your brow. And your chest heaving with deep pants. Fuck, it was better then he could have imagined. you must look a state!
"M-my lord?" You stammered swallowing dryly between syllables trying to gain some self control and not burst into tears, you knew how you must look;a complete mess. You moved your hand slowly, inching the contraband under your bunched sheets praying to any diety who was observing your mortification in that moment, willing them to let your lord show mercy and to not pull the sheets back and see your shame.
"You, i should have known" you frowned at that. What? He grunted in irritation as your confusion washed over your face at his accusatory tone. To your knowledge youd never done anything to rouse his fury. Infact he seemed to like you? In his own intimidating blunt way. He praised you when youd done a good job, hovered behinde you staring holes into into the back of your head. Not that you could see him, but when lord vader was looking at you, you knew. It was like being hunted by a camouflaged predator. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, you got the shivers and goosebumps.
"Do you have any idea how frustrating you have been girl? This is the last straw. You have pushed too far" Your stomach dropped and fear crept up your spine. Had he heard you? Could he really read minds?! God you hoped not. The ferocity of his words sent a delicious heat straight to your weeping pussy. Your mind was reeling, only moments ago had you been lost in a rapturous daze, your mind stringing together a perfect cruelties starring this powerful man as you ravished yourself with the cheap toy youd snuck onboard.
"Out. Come, stand and address me properly" he ordered jerking his head to the side as he ordered you out of your bed. You paled and shook your head slightly at him one hand clutching your sheet as if the thin material would save you from your lords wrath.
"Wha- i would but im;" you tried to plead with him, tell him you were underdressed his breathing hitched and he raised a hand pointing at you threateningly.
"You will do as your told female" he ordered as he stepped closer leaning over you menacingly, practically trapping you on the bed. His large fram left only a small space for you to crawl past him.
You yelped quickly diving across the bed scooting passed him forgetting about your modesty as his hand remained raised. Your fear was to much to ignore, you didnt want to be choked, well that wasnt strictly true. You didn't want to be choked to death. You flushed as that dangerous thought swirled in you head as you climbed out of bed. Your blood was singing, insides tensing at the thought of this huge impressive lord chokeing you as he pumbled your fragile insides. Useing you like a helpless wet hole and unloading his frustration into you, forcing you to take his stress anger and lust in a brutal twisted pleasure. Oh maker please~
You whined breathlessly managing to finally stand next to him. Straight back arms at your sides and legs slightly apart. You looked blindly forward, shivering every so often, you just hope he mistook it for panic or fear and not the fithly excitment it truly was.
He took half a step back and gazed at you silently. You could only guess where his eye were at any one time. His mask kept such secrets, all you could do was stand still and wait for his next order. You closed your eyes trying to drown out the deeper breaths coming from your lord. You were desperate to block them out,
"Oh? Whats this?" You almost jerked back as your lords gloved hand descened. But somehow you managed to hold firm, but gasped snapping your head to him when his fingers lightly ghosted the peak of your breast. You stuttered wanting to say something, anything! But the words died when he tilted his head and captured the puckered bud between two fingers and rolled it. Your breaths became sharper as he toyed with your nipple through the thin night dress.
You yelped when the light pleasant tormet became something more attune with vaders reputation. He pinched harshly and drew you bud towards him. You hissed following him, rising to your tip toes trying to ease the maddening sting. He gave a low humm, something between approval and amusment whilst twisting your bud drawing a high whine from you. You tipped your head up facing his mask, staring into the black glass that concealed his own supposed golden gaze. All you could see was your own reflection, face scrunched in pain and your eyes wide wet and pleading.
"Hmm? Just what have you been up to?" The words were spoken with a small shake of his hand, pulling you breast left and right punishing you with an addictive erotic pain. Your resolve died at the tugging, you lost your footing stumbbling half a step forward unable to remain still under his harsh minstrations. To your shame you let out a high moan. He paused at that, and before you could apologise he had moved. His other hand had parting your thighs, the smooth padded leather felt heavenly as his hand latched onto your thigh, just above your knee.
He almost immediately pulled away with a chuckle, releasing your throbbing teet letting you drop back onto your heels with a sharp jolt. He pulled his slick gloved fingers higher, inspecting it. You could have died, shame swallowing you as you realised your lord had noticed your arousal glistening on your inner thighs, the wet trail smeared to your knees.
"I see, you have the luxury of your own room so you tend to yourself unlike the others" he uttered with a sigh and made a point to wipe your slick off his glove onto you. You mewled quietly, trying to find some self control in the wake of your new devastating situation. Even in the fear and shame your mind still found somthing to celebrate. Something to make your pussy clench and throb, a filthy unhinged thought to make your blood sing and nipples tighten painfully.
You knew you had odd desires in the bed room, filthy words and rough hands, being teased and taunted, having vicious words spat at you as your force fed inches you swore you couldnt tolorate. But lord vader useing you as your own cum rag? No, that was never something you thought would make you quiver with need. You bit your lip trying not to cry at your confusing shamefull reactions to his behaviour.
"Could this be why you have been avoiding your comrades desperate conversations? This is the reason for your lack of interest?" He cooed, his words were a taunt, sweet and sharp. Incendiary. He was baiting you. You could see he was pretending to be disappointed. But his voice didn't quite match the words, he sounded excited?
"Or perhaps its this?" You gasped as he moved past you, his cloak brushing your form while he flicked back your sheet revealing the wet toy youd been enjoying only moments ago. He tutted stepping back, holding the toy in his hand and raised it, letting you see your arousal coating it obscenely.
"So which is it? " he purred sending your heart into an erratic almost painful tempo.You swallowed dryly, eyeing the toy, that looked tiny now between his thick leather clad fingers. Your panicked gaze moved to him and back again mind desperately trying muster something more then a fragile meek wail or sob. Your lips parted, moving trying to form words but you just couldn't articulate anything more then a feeble primal cry of embarassing desperation.
"Tell me. Be a good girl and answer your lords question" Vader uttered trying to coax your words watching you carefully, a sinister amusment hung in the air around him. It was hard to explain, you could sometimes sense lord vaders moods though nothing really gave him away. Not untill he voiced it, so what you perceive as amusment could actually be adrenaline before the kill.
"B-both my lord. Its both" you eventually mewled breathlessly, tears welled in your eyes and you fought to keep your sobbing quiet. It was one thing to be caught with a toy, another thing to be caught in the midst of such a private moment. Even worse being caught by a superior, but to be caught by the sith lord himself? The man youd been crying out for? The one you thought about as you fucked yourself to the point of exhaustion? It was your worst nightmare, and most tempting fantasy. You were trapped in some sort of twilight zone, experiencing your own hell and rapture in one terrifyingly twisted confusion. You only hoped if he was going to off you, he would kill you now before you could make this any worse, or before he could create a more sadistic punishment. Unfortunately your mouth didnt get the memo and you found yourself babbeling, almost incoherently.
"Im sorry, i know its'gainst regulations please i couldnt; it was a stupid thing to do; the others they can; their better at talking to the men. They find partners easily but... i cant... i should never have broke the rules sir... im sorry my lord please, i beg your forgiveness" the tears trickled down your cheeks as the words flowed, hitching and mumbled. You didnt move to wipe the droplets staining your face away, you were to scared to break your stance, he might find it disrespectful.
He shifted on his feet twisting his head slowly, still observing you. He made a show to look puzzled. But the amused air around him gave his movements a teasing look. He was making fun, toying with you relishing in your discomfort and shame. Feeding off of it, your misery was his delight. The masochist inside screamed out to him, willed him to continue, yet your common sense was begging him to stop. He didnt.
"Are you now? Are you sorry about breaking my rules? Sorry for disgracing yourself so pathetically? Sorry for becoming nothing more then an feral little whore wholst serving on my star ship? Or are you just sorry you got caught in the act?" He ducked down pressing his head beside yours. You shuddered as his cloak brushed across your arm. He chuckled soaking in the sight of you, drowning in a delirious mix of arousal, fear and shame. Your eyes gave you away, the blown pupils letting him know just what emotion was winning. It pleased him, he may have found the reason your cunt seemed to call out to him like beacon. You were perfect.
It was better then he could have thought. All the times he'd tried to draw a reaction from you. The hours he'd spent in your sector needlessly, watching and listening. The droids he'd sent to eavesdrop on the girl talk between your colleagues, the filth they spouted fantasies of what they let the stormtroopers do to them. What they'd let him do to them if he gave them a chance. He'd somehow become a fantasy fuck, he knew it was most likely the power and privilege that drew their eye.
But you? Youd never really joined in. Never had tall tales of one night stands. You didnt seem to have an intrest in sex ,it was a pity. If youd ever shown interest in such things;even if it wasnt him youd craved, he would've had you dragged away. Thrown into his quaters and locked inside, tied to his bed as a hostage for days on end. You were captivating, small, soft spoken and pure. An innocent with wide expressive eyes and perfect pouty lips that would surround his cock with a sublime softness. He could use so many words to describe you. Fragile, ethereal, shy, demure, poised. Everything a soilder shouldnt be. You hadnt hardened under your training, but you hadnt been broken by it either. He wanted to tear you apart, to see what you really were on the inside there must be more to you then the soft gentle woman you claimed to be. It drove him wild. He needed to pound away the image youd created and claim you inside and out. H needed to smother you in his own taint, bathe your skin in his cum before holding you underneath him and drown you in it.
So when he had heard your passionate cries within his watchfull meditation he couldnt hold himself back. Rage boiled in his veins at the thought of you coupling with some undeserving welp. He'd thundered through the ship, following the breathless whispers and gratifying cries. And then it happened, you finally named your lover. Or should he say imaginary partner. Youd moaned so sweetly for your lord, cried out for him. And unbeknownst to you he had heard your desperate mewling and had decided to answer your call.
He smiled below his mask, the delicate grunts and breathy pleading echoing in his head. You were trying soo hard to be quiet but the thought of him ravishing you was too much to bare. His thoughts took a turn as his cock gave a powerfull throb, this time refusing to be ignored by the sith lord. His mind began drawing a perfect solution. As much as it will pain him, he must teach you a valuable lesson before impaling you on his thick shaft, thus ruining you for other men.
"No matter, its of no real concern as to why you are sorry. Because my discipline will not change either way" he finally spoke, drewing your agonising anticipation to a close. Youd been well behaved, remaining silent and still as his thoughts got carried away.
"My lord;"
"Silence girl. I think you have made enough noise for one night." His bark was enough to shut you up. He felt a twnige of excitement, you were biting your lip desperately trying to obey him. He enjoyed your compliance.
"You think i could not hear you? That when meditating i can't pick out my own name? Did you think i would ignore such filth from my own subordinates?" You whined, opening your mouth to reply but closed it remembering his order to keep quiet. Instead you settled for dropping your gaze to the floor and sniffling, trying to fight off your sobs. They would do you no good now.
"Good. Now sit" he ordered, apparently he had been testing you. Waiting to see if you disobeyed him. You sat instantly, perching yourself on the edge of your bed, still keeping your eyes on the floor infront of you.
"Take a breath. Good." He praised you ptting your head like dog s you took a large shuddering breath and released slowly. He inched loser to you, still ruffling your hair slightly calming you.
"You will be relived to find i am not going to punish you too severely. You are a young woman with urges. I cannot fault you for your nature. You will not be dismissed." You practically melted at that. It ws commen knowledge that dismissed meant killed. And to know that wsnt your fate lifted a huge wieght from you. Your chest was suddenly released from the fearfull grip it had been in. Your tears came thick and fast, flooding your face. As much as you wanted to thank him you remined silent not wnting to push him further.
"However I will be confiscating this abomination. The last thing I need is a silly girl slacking during her shifts because she had been up all night entertaining herself." He added twisting the toy this way and tht, looking it over. You cringed as he waved the small toy in front of you drawing attention to it.
"This is a pathetic example of a cock anyway, not onpy am isurprized you managed to wet it in the first place, im slightly offended you thought of me whislt using it. I can only hope you imgined it was my fingers fucking you. If not we certainly have a problem" you flushed brighter and glanced up at him again. You may have underestimated your lords size, he was frighteningly huge. And the dildo though molded to mimic human cock was small, only a few inches longer then your own finger and not much wider then otheeither. But it had to be small to sneak onboard!
"Perhaps i should see if it was worth your embarrassment, it would fit the crime would it not?" You jolted, breath hitching in your throat. Hell no. You shook your hed inching backwards, kicking off of the floor with your toe almost shooting up the bed away from him.
But it was no use before you could move more then a few inches his gloved hand snatched the front of your nighty, the thick supple leather creaking under the pressure threatening to split at the seams. You whined lifting both hands to his feebly trying to pry him off. He simply pulled you forward making you returnt to the edge of the bed, your feet falling limp back to the floor. He grunted at you squeezing your noghty once more making a point. Stay. You nodded at him making him release you, and untangle his wrist from your trembling fingers.
He chuckled at you. It wasnt true insubordination, he knew your reaction was just from embarrassment, you wanted to escape your shame, it was sweet. Delicious even, he loved the thought of your cunt quivering in need as you shook with uncertaintly, the way he'd tear sounds from you despite your mortification was nothing but arousing to him.
"Now now. You brought this on yourself. I am your lord, duty bound to educate you. I will not shirk such a duty. I need to demonstrate the... dangers of such temptations. How a simple seemingly harmelss, inadequate toy can quickly get out of hand and leave you worse off" his words morphed from a deep amusment to sinister promises, his delight rose whilst his minds eye conjured all the sinful things he was going to to, perhaps not all today, but intime he will push you above any beyond everything you could fantasise about. Youd know rapture, so much so youd beg him for rest, cry and scream for him untill you are hoarse and pliant.
"Lay back, cease your wimpering and open your legs." You tensed eyes wide. No. You must have missheard him, surely your lord wouldnt; You were cut off by your own yelp of surprize feeling a gust of wind hit you, the odd feeling of being hit in the chest by nothing, yet at the same time a hard force. You fell back and squirmed trying to fight what ever was pressing you down.
You only stopped moving as vader inched closer, close enough that your knees and thighs had squeezed his own legs. You snapped your head up, blinking at him owlishly as you registered what was happening. He had pinned you with the force and was looming over you, one hand clasping your pitifully small toy.
You struggled to think as he towered over you, settling between your legs comfortably. Like it was his rightful place. He knew you wouldnt stop him. He fell forward his left hand pressed into the bed by your head. Close. Soo close that the leather cuff of his glove rubbing against the skin of your neck. You couldnt breath or speak or think! You could do nothing more then wait anxiously.
"You may beg girl, even i am not cruel enough to demand your silence during such things" you frowned unsure what he meant, but seconds later you arched your back curseing as he impaled you on the dildo youd been teasing yourself with before he joined you. The toy pressed into you with a delicious friction. Parting you, carving is way into you with a smooth, ribbed thrust. Masaging every scared piece of you as vader repeated the motion. In and out tilting and twisting to draw out new and exciting sounds.
Your hands grabbed him blindly, fingers and short nails calwing his cloak and arm. Capturing him tightly, grunting and hissing as he gave you no rest. Though youd gave the toy all the preparation it needed, after being pulled from you for so long it had cooled. It was a fantastically taboo feeling.
Vaders breathing became shallow. His breaths deepened, trying to draw you in he wanted to treat himself to the scent of your sex, sweat and fear. His hand moved the toy, twisting and pivoting as he fucked you with it, slow heavy thrusts rocking you on the bed drawing a subtle protest from your weak bed frame. He smiled as the sound seemed to make you flush. Embarassed and perfect.
"F-fuck! Oh maker; my lord?! Agh!" You cried out when his experimental twisting of the toy paid off hitting the spot you could easily spend over and hour looking for yourself.
You arched again, deeper throwing you head back. Vader watched keeping an even slow harsh tempo just grazeing the tiny spot hexd uncovered. You cursed at him, somehow finding some courage in your impatient need. When he continued the madening pace, you growled raising you legs, trying to tilt your hips and force him to gift you the sweet pleasure you craved.
His reply was a laugh, teasing you would easily become his new pass time. Especially if you became such an insolent brat. He slwoed down, softening his thrusts draging out a low keen from you.
"Please?, pleasefuuuck! Please sir!" Your begging was little more then shallow breaths. Using your hold on him to try and fuck yourslef onto the ever slowing toy.
"Such a beastly little thing you are" he tutted but still granted you a small mercy. And began to try a new torment, shallow, fast and rough jerking motiones. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his knuckle, just to drive you wild.
"Fuck! Fuck fu;UGH!" You screeched kicking at the bed, trying to shuffle away, only to be stopped by the stong arm that rested beside your neck. He laughed out loud nd moved faster finding the odd gruntal yelp amusing.
"That was a curious sound. Lets see if you can do it again" this time the sith decided to toy with you further. His hand stopped moving, instead he pressed down, forceing the tip to grind on up and then swayed. You wailed louder, kicking out on reflex and rocking, pivoting your hips chasing the friction your master caused.
"Oh yes, you are full of surpises. Oh? Such a pathetic girl is this truly what would undo you?" He hissed into your ear useing more strength to really dig into your sensitive flesh igniting your nerves in a burning, aching pleasure.
Your pleading words melding together. You feard you werent even speaking common tongue at that point. Between the wails hissing begging and tight gasps you doubted your managed a single sentence.
"Poor thing, its barely even in, im not even fucking you with it" vaders words grew more teasing, more cruel and cold. Slowly he was uncovering yet another secret to his tiny would be lover. You enjoyed his cold harsh nature, the spitfull teasing and vicious mocking words.
"Im beginning to understand why you are so desperate" he watched carefully noting the way you tensed, your pussy momentarily fighting his thrusts. Youd tensed round the toy as he spoke. Your desperate heat eagerly suckling it, trying to stay stuffed for as long as it could.
"Ah thats it, you liked that? Such sweet noises. My voice? You like my cruel taunting dont you? Such a surprising little bitch, all this time i thought you were pure, virtuous" you shuddered, he changed his pace once more, twisting and turning in unpredictably savage thrusts. The wet sounds of your own lust grew embarrassingly loud. The coarse words being spat at you drawing you into higher frenzy.
Your cunt pulsed around the dildo he punished you with. Just when you thought you had tasted euphoria his thumb extended seeking out your burning clit. You choked on your breath, your lord scoffed flicking and rubbing your tender neglected bud with each harsh thrust into your weeping pussy. You trembled unable to stop the sounds pouring from you. You may have well be burning alive under his hands, your veins were lava and nerves scalding. Every touch, every brutal precise jerk of the toy drew you further and further into a boiling pool of lust, threatening to drown you. Every sensation raced along your body, setteling in your needy pussy. All you could do was try to hang on to sanity. Your hands aching useing your white knuckle grip to anchor yourself to reality.
"In all of my visits, never did i hear you talk or think about me in such a sinfull way. The other woman, they always spoke their vulgarity. But you were soo innocent" your lords voice swung from accusatory to mocking and back again. Hos words dripping in sin and filth he alsmost spat them at you with a spitfull delicious condemnation. All you cpuld do was wither and squirm on the bed, crying out for him with torn words and gruntal half plea's desperation soaking theough your bones into your very soul. It was delightful and torturous.
"But your not are you? Deep down your no better then a whore. A collection of holes that would galdly wet my cock" he hissed the viciously divine words at you. Eyes bruning into you even througn his mask you could feel him gazing at you. Taking in the sight of you coming completely undone. So close, so close you could taste the sweet release.
"My; no pleaseLOORD PLEA-vadeah! Fuck!fuuck!" You called for him, one hand reaching, grasing his cloak higher almost forcing him to len closer over you. Your tummy tensed, back arching wildy trying to buck against him seeking out the friction you desired. You squinted almost in pain at the overwhelming burn in your nerves, the tenderness of your clit as you trocked onto his gloved thumb harder and harder. It became a delectable pain, your body tried to find that final trigger, the last piece of the puzzle that would let you free fall into biss.
"Yes, i know i. Can sense it. Your ready to burst, want to burst. So wet, soo close. Yet im unsure you truly deserve it" your eyes opened, fear and ice doused your system when you registered his words. No. No he wouldnt be so cruel. He chuckled pressing his weight down on you the harsh carbon of his mask resting aginst your brow biting at the skin s he stared into your eyes. You could almost make out a tinted glowing iris behide the visor.
"Now that i think about it. No, you dont deserve it do you?" You ground out a mournful wail, a cry from your very soul as vader pulled away, straighteneing to his full height whilst also wrenching the toy from your depths leaaving you empty and unsatisfied.
"You, were a disrespectful little brat~" The words were accompanied with a wet stinging slap to your pulsing pussy. You yepled and tried closeing your legs, feebly trying to sheild yourself from him. You tried to cover yourself with a hand, eager to hide and finsh all at once. But your hands were slapped away, harsh red marks donning each one with warning.
It was then you burst into tears, bawling in shame nd need. Fat tears wetting your face as you sobbed in earnest. Unsure what he expected from you, your body slowly inching back from that all important finish you craved. All vader did was watch relishing his victory while you crumbled. It was stunning, the way your walls collapsed around you because of him. He wondered if this is how youd react if he did tie you to his bed like a hostage and toyed with you days at a time. He loved the sight of weeping broken women thatd do anything he dreamt for a warm cock in her belly.
"Oh dear you really are crying, did i stop? Was your lord cruel to you? I didnt let you finish did i? Can you blame me? To think you belived you were worthy of a reward, after such apalling behaviour" you sobbed movingnto grasp him again, willing him to show mercy and finish you off. Your mouth had a mind of its own, spewing promises and oaths, babbling nonsense pleadingnfor a chance to show him how good you can be, begging him to allow you to cum for him and only him.
But he stood firm, silently assessing you. His stance was stern and domineering, imovable. But behinde al, the bravado you could still feel the lustfull amusment in the air. He wanted you, you knew he did you could feel it. But he was just as hexd described. Cruel, and a cruel lord would always deliver a cruel punishment.
"What did you expect little one? Mercy? Thats awfully entitled for such a needy little harlot dont you think?" His words carried a weight to them, you realised there would be no changing his mind and cried out mournfully.
"Oh poor thing hush. I know you dont think so now but this is for the best, we must all learn to control ourselves" he prompted movingnto pat your head as you wept at the loss, the fire in your veins ebbing away leaving behind and ache, echoes of what could have been the best orgasm of your life.
You huffed, sniffling and pulled away, dipping your head from under his hand nd pawing at it with a pathetic scowl. He laughed at that finding the petulant display for lack of a better word; cute.
"Are you sulking? To think youd have me belive you didnt enjoy my torment when your bed is drenched" his hand raised motioning to the large dark spot on your sheets.
"Look, look at all this mess youve made. And you still wanted more? What makes you think i'll indulge a spoiled brat" You eyed them and flushed before subtly tryingnthe hide it with your covers, not wanting him to see it a second longer than necessary.
"Come up you get, i do not tolerate self pity and whining girl.Time to make your bed, we wouldnt want to sleep it in damp sheets;" you sent him a sour look, glowering at him with tinted cheeks. Your embarrassment and sexual frustration morphing into an odd bravery.
"Do not give me that look. This was your doing" vader scolded with an amused chuckle. He was pleased by your pout, your needy longing and pathetic cries mingling with stubborn grunts whines. But you acquiesced his command, standing on shakey legs one hand holding onto the bunk supporting yourself the other making quick work of straightening the bed, fixing the pillows and sheets neatly. Sniffling the entire time pawing at your face trying to stop the flow of tears.
"Very good pet, now climb back in" vader prompted pressing on hand to your back coaxing you forward. You drew a breath quickly climb forward, cringing as you sat in the wet patch youd left in the bed. You quickly shook off the feeling and looked up at your lord with anticipation. Maybe he was teasing earlier? Maybe he was trying to prove a point? Could your lord be about to grant mercy and finish what he started? You shivered, and peeked up at hi. Expectantly. Vader belowed a laugh drawing a frown from you.
"Oh dont look so hopefull girl, your not getting anything else this night. If i gave in to your mindless weeping now your lesson would not stick." his words were riddled with scoffs and bearly contained laughter as you deflated into another pout whining all the way. An invisible force curled around your jaw tilting you to stare at him.
"I will however make myself clear. The next time you feel the need, you will not take matters into your own hands. You are to report to me directly, i do not care when or where i am you will seek me out immediately" he inched closer, the grip on your jaw pressing you back to the wall, the pressure dropped untill your entire body felt the weight. He arched forward still hands landing beside you cageing you in. The force began to coiled around your neck tightening panic plucked at your heart, but he didnt let up. He continued to let his power seep over your form holding you still.
"And Should i find out you have not sought me out i will personally see to it you revisit this night, but as a public example of breaking the regulations. Am i clear?" The threat of his words weaved through your mind with heated tendrils. Images of you held down open and wanton, tormented by the sith for anyone to see made you tremble. The thought threatening to ignite you once more.
"Y-yes sir; my lord sir" the whispered before you could even realise what you were swearing to. Vader must have been pleased with you as he rleased you from his invisible grasp and backed away patting your head lightly as he rose to his full hieght.
"Very good. Do try to get some sleep" with a quick swish of his cape he was gone. The door closeing behinde him leaving you alone as if nothing had happened. You blinked drawing amheavy breath and slowly let it out. The only evidence he was there was the damp bedding and empty lust in your pussy. With that thought you quickly scrabbled to the side of the bed hopeing he'd forgotten to pocket your toy. He hadnt. Fuck.
You wandered the halls hands curling up into your sleeves anxiously plucking at the threads on the lining of your uniform. You knew people were casting you odd looks. They wonders why you were here. Hell you wondered why you were here?! Brave? Stupid? Crazy. Yeah thats the one crazy. After your encounter with lord vader you had been trying to fend off the ache, willing the fire in your loins to die. But no, your lords callous and cruel teasing had left you wanting more. he'd made your fantasy a reality and the sweet poisonous fruit was too much to bare. You craved it, craved him like never before. You swear you were addicted, suffering this heat and need was something youd only describe as a withdrawal. The need was all encompassing raw and painfull. And whats worse you think he knew, he'd stayed way from your sector, you couldnt help feel slighted. Was it a test? A punishment? Did he want you to seek him out? You truley didnt know. But after an entire two weeks of not seeing the glorious man you couldnt hold out anymore. Foolish of not you had to know if he was serious.
Which lead you here. Completely out of your comfort zone, surrounded by more important people bustling about the halls. Decorated officers with badges and pins proving loylty and ability. You were getting odd looks as you wandered aimlessly. You knew lord Vader was here today, the few you asked had told you as much.
You werent sure if you wished to find him quickly or not. Your mind was still debating the sanity of this idea of yours. But luckily... or unluckily you caught sight of him. He was in a meeting room, the door open giving you a clear veiw of his towering form. Not that he saw you yet he couldnt he had his back to you. You faltered for a moment. Maybe this was stupid? Where you really going to risk being killed over a possible night of sex? Was he worth dying for?
You pondered these thoughts, your feet shuffleing along the floor drawing closer to the huge imposeing sith. Slowing with each step you confidence drained. Finally you found yourself tiptoeing up behinde him. And then you stopped, hovering off to the side, half hiding behind the door frame deciding that you should atleast wait ptiently for him to finish his important conversation. Plus it also gives you a few more moments of sweet life if he does just off you.
You tried to disappear into the background, still wondering if this was a good idea. But as vader spoke to one of the many generals you never bothered to learn the name of, the general peeked around his lord drawing attention to you. His eyes narrowed considerably, clearly the man thought you inferior. Vader stood straighter and peaked over his shoulder curiously. You felt the moment he noticed you, his gaze burning you andnhis head tilted in what you hoped was curiosity.
You shifted on your feet for a few seconds before snapping into a salute and held yourself straight greeting lord vader professionally. He then spun on his feet now faceing you directly. All chatter seemed to die around you as lord vader held you in his gaze. The air seemed to be sucked from your lungs, your pulse deafening you. This was it.
"Yes girl" you drew a harsh breath at the name. It had an effect on you, you thought he may have used it on purpose to a,use himself. You swallowed and stood a little taller trying to ,uster all the courage you could, or at the very least not pass out.
"You- i mean? M-my lord? You said to err come find you... when i needed... when i felt y-you know?" You stuttered feeling yourself shrink smaller and smaller as lord vader gave you his undivided attention. The others around him eyed you curiously waiting to see if youd survive such a bumbling shit show as you stumbled on your words and became little more then a babbling idiot. Breaking your stand to gnaw on the cuff of your uniform nervously.
"Get that out of your mouth soldier" He ordered waving a hand over you comanding your arm down to your side with a harsh tug from the force. You squeaked nodding quickly mutter a tiny 'yes sir' The silence that followed was palpable, thick and tense. The only sound being that of lord vaders even breaths.
"Well?" For a moment you thought he had completely forgotten about you and the orders he left you with. Nothing in his voice or stance gave any hint to him recognising you. It was at that point dread began to set in, and you really began to sweat, tugging your sleeves nervously before elaborating.
"I-i came to you... like you said, I dont want to be made an example of sir..." you coaxed, trailing off trying to jog his memory whislt praying he had actually been serious and not been poking fun at you.
It was when he nodded to you that you finally relaxed. Thank god he had remebered your not sure how you would have coped if he hadnt and told you to remind him of your last encounter infront of everyone.
"My good girl, you were so polite. Your obedience pleases me greatly" your knees quivered as relief flooded you, luckily years of stress training kept you steady. Thank the maker for small mercies!You could have cried at his praise.
"I am proud of you,not only did you realise i was serious but took it upon yourself to follow my strict orders even when you were unsure and were willing to wait patiently. My lesson has served you well." Vader continued showering you with praise as he stepped closer to you, one hand reaching out and patting your head slightly which quickly turned into a strangely demeaning yet perfect petting of your hair.
Only you and your lord would understand this exchange. Only he could know the mix of condescending petting and stern pleased words would dampen your panties and turn you into his obedient wanton slut. The others gave you the side eye, frowns and sneers muttering under their breath.
"So much so you have earned yourself a proper reward this time. Come let us see to it immediately. I will not delay when you've proven to be such an obedient girl" your lord pulled back and swooped past you to exit the way you came. You spun quickly ready to follow him eagerly to where ever he saw fit, excitment coiling in your belly. Maybe youd get to finish this time? Oh god... what if he let you cum twice? Or more... fuck you couldnt wait. You practically vibrated with excitment as you hurried to keep up with your lord.
"But my lord i must insist you stay, we have things to discuss! More important then what ever this girl;" the general began chasing down the sith lord into the hall only to cut himself short as vader halted in his movements, you tensed thinking you may have been foolish to come up here. If looks could kill youd be buggered, the generals eyes burned into you, jealous rage in them. But his hatefull gaze quickly fell as lord vader began speaking, slow and angry. His voice coder annunciating each syllable in a spine chilling malice.
"You seem to think that you can determine my schedule general? Tell me am i not your lord? Do you not think i am more aware of what is of greater importance?" The sith lord hissed, your stomach flipped, somehow the display of power made your insides quiver. And not out of fear. Lust, raging heat flushing your system causing you to whimper almost soundlessly. Vader gave a soft huff in response he had heard your needy wordless plea. In a hopes to sooth you he pivoted on his feet and raised a gloved hand and capturing the nape of your neck coaxing you closer, fingers flexing against the soft skin possesively.
"This woman has fullfilled her duty, completed orders i gave to her personally and in secret. Do you think i would shirk my duty and postpone a meetingnfor trivial matters?" Vaders voice darkened with a hint of sarcasm, he was toying with the general. Pokeing at him with a metaphorical sharp stick for nothing more then his own amusment.
"No, no my lord please forgive me, i was not thinking;"
"Im sure you werent, fear not i am used to generals and their lapses in judgement. Luck is in your favor for my girls actions have put me in a good mood." You preened at that, feeling yourself stand a little straighter at the continued praise lord vader showed you. It made your tummy flutter. Yet the hand on your neck still squeezed every few seconds reminding you of his control over you.
"Next time you try to command me you may not be so lucky. Now if youll excuse me, I have matters to attend. Youd be wise to find a suitable solution to this issue alone. Should i be distributed in the next forty eight hours there will be severe consequences" and with that he turned away slowing his stride to allow you to walk beside him. His hand still secured on your neck. But you couldnt dwell on that, the only thing going through your mind was your lord had said he wanted to be undisturbed for forty eight hours. What the kriff? How the fuck are you going to keep going for that long?
#oh for fic sake fics#darth vader x reader#darth vader imagine#darth vader x you#darth vader smut#star wars smut#star wars darth vader#anakin skywalker imagine#anakin x reader
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People who dislike the rukihime friendship aren't always rukia stans, I'm an orihime stan, but found the friendship forced due to orihimes lack of reciprocation. Rukia cared for orihime, and considered her a friend, but orihime didn't feel as much the same, as in she appreciatd rukia, but didnt consider her as her girl bff like rukia did, that position goes to tatsuki.
For example, in the soul society arc, we see that orihime followed ichigo there so that she could help and protect him, so in other words, rukia wasnt her number one priority, although she's the one ichigo was suffering and going through pain to save. Her priority was ichigo, and being able to help him, not saving rukia.
Meanwhile I'm hueco mundo, we see rukias dialogue about how she desperately wanted to save orihime. We see her crawling and bleeding on the floor aftwe fighting as she thinks about how she wants to save orihime, and how she knows the feelings of being captive and helpless. She says "orihime, I'm coming!" Showing how determined she is to save her, and she literally almost died in her battle.
With orihime, there was nothing like that in soul society, because as I said, helping ichigo was her main priority. Now I'm not trying to day orihime doesn't care about rukia, just not as much as rukia cared about her. It was one sided because orihime never showed the amount of care and affection for rukia as rukia did for her.
Even rukia stans who dislike the friendship only dislike it because again, its one sided. Its not a well developed friendship, and they barely even interacted anyway, I saw some talking about it on twitter, and I didn't see anything about them disliking they personally didn't like orihime, they all just said rukia deserved better.
I don't hate the rukihime friendship, I just think it's forced and underdeveloped. Friendships lle tatsuhime and ichiruki are way better written to be fair.
I mean idk, I feel like you can have more than one bff?? Like Orihime being so close to Tatsuki doesn't lessen her friendship with Rukia. It's not like it's a competition for the number one spot lol.
I see what you mean about Orihime going to SS mainly to help Ichigo save Rukia, but I think it's important to remember the context of the two rescue missions: The Rukia rescue mission in SS happened before Rukia and Orihime were shown becoming closer friends. When they're training together in the arrancar arc and Ukitake is observing them and comments on their friendship--that didn't happen until after the Rukia rescue. And shortly after that, with their friendship now clearly established, is when the Orihime rescue mission happens in HM. So I don't think it's really fair to compare how each girl acted during the two different rescue missions because again, the Rukia rescue happened before they became closer, the Orihime rescue happened after. It's like expecting Orihime to care just as much for Rukia in the SS arc as Rukia cared for Orihime in the HM arc, but the SS arc happened first, before their friendship developed over time.
And then in HM when Rukia was bleeding on the floor thinking about Orihime, she could relate to Orihime being captive because something similar had already happened to her before, it happened to her first. Whereas Orihime didn't have that kind of experience to relate to or think about back in the Rukia rescue mission, because her abduction hadn't even happened yet at the time. So again, it doesn't seem fair to compare the two situations based on the context. But even still, even as Rukia was laying on the floor near death, Orihime was literally crying and banging on the door of the room she was being held captive in trying to get out and get to Rukia when she felt her spiritual pressure disappear.
One thing I will say about the RukiHime friendship, if it seems unbalanced or that Rukia cares more than Orihime does--I think a lot of it has to do with the age gap. Rukia isn't some friend from school Orihime can relate to in many ways. Instead, I see her as an older, big sister type friend to Orihime. They're not the same age or the same maturity level, they don't have the same life experience. But they still care about each other, and to me, Rukia looks out for Orihime the way a big sister does, so if it seems like she's doing more...that's typically the role big sisters fill. I don't think one has to treat each other exactly the same as the other does, because of the uniqueness of their friendship.
But, I understand that it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea.
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Hello, I hope you're well! I hope I'm not bothering you, but if I understood correctly then you currently have requests open for Black Butler?
If I'm wrong, please feel free to delete this ask. I appreciate you taking the time to read it regardless!
If I'm not, then may I please request for Black Butler? I have all kinds of ideas myself about a situation where Ciel brings in another member of staff to help Mey-Rin out with cleaning since she can be clumsy quite often. That being said, the person (Mc, reader, whoever you wish to refer to them as) isn't strong or spiritual or really that special of a person. Borderline Mary Sue with how normal their life seems, but maybe they could have something more to them than just being a normal human. How would some of the characters react to/interact with them? (Preferably romantic headcanons if that's okay, if not then feel free to change it however you wish!) My favorite characters at the manor are Snake and Sebastian, but if you want to add someone different feel free! If you only take one character per request, then can it please be Sebastian?
No pressure, no rush, you don't have to accept this. Thank you for reading my request anyway! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day, please take care of yourself and stay safe! 😊
| Black Butler [Phantomhive Estate]
| When Ciel brings in an assassin as a servant
| i was a little bit confused to what you meant as 'more than a normal human' but i assumed they aren't supernatural but not a normal civilian either, i hope this is okay, gosh im so nervous about this, but i love this request, i got this when i was in rites rehearsal in school lol, only a few dialogues, oc is gender neutral, i wasnt sure if i should put reader or oc but ig oc would fit more i hope its okay, this could also be read as reader cuz its gn anyway, i wanted to write this is fic form but i figured it would be too long, im sorry i couldn't do snake because im not really that familiar with him, this is my frist time taking up this kind of request, mixing up an assassin and romance is a bit confusing so sorry if i dont live up to your expectations, mc is referred to as 'they/them'
Ft. Ciel, Sebastian, Mey-Rin
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Extra Note: I was a lot more motivated to write this cuz you're so sweet :') lots of thanks and hugs for you
CIEL [Platonic]
Ciel encountered them during a mission as the guard dog. An assassin sent to kill him, who ofcourse, failed due to his demonic butler. After suffering an utter defeat on Sebastian's hands, Ciel had a risky idea of bringing them back with him to add to his army servants. He has seen great potential. Although Sebastian had not been fully pleased as it was risky because they were literally sent to kill them, he had respected his master's wishes but kept an eye on them. Waking up to an unknown bedroom and then suddenly being offered a chance to work for someone you were assigned to kill before was definitely surprising for them, but after observing how the 'job' works, they reluctantly accepted.
They weren't good at doing the housework, but they weren't bad either for someone who had just started to work. Still confused, they kept observing Ciel, wondering why they were even offered the job despite almost assassinating him.
"Young Master, may I ask a question?" They asked during dinner time, dusting shelves near the dining table.
"Because you're useful."
"Pardon me?"
"The answer to your question. You were going to ask why I had offered this to you, were you not?" He calmly sipped his tea, then lowering the cup to let Sebastian fill it. "Failed, but not helpless. Surely you understand why I have 'servants' like you, don't you? You'd prove to be a good ally against those pests."
".... Thank you, young master."
"You have yet to prove your full loyalty, show me your devotion, servant."
"Gladly, Earl Phantomhive."
And so they brought back the heads of their former client and their agency employer. With a few days of Sebastian still keeping an eye on them, they had slowly but surely earned the whole manor's trust.
They had soon gotten used to how their job works. Although still a bit clumsy, they had done their best to serve the Earl, gaining fondness for the child. Despite what others think, it was quite easy to have affections for the young master, whether it's out of sympathy or slowly just getting to know him. They understand what draws the other servants to their master. The Earl was cunning and ruthless, but he was still infact a child and in need of support. So they had grown to get used to taking care of him by doing simple actions and words, serving him with gentleness and fondness.
"Young Master, is the blood yours?"
"Young Master, please let me tend to your bruises."
"Young Master, it is time to eat."
"Young Master, what should I tell Sebastian to prepare?"
"Young Master, Bard has made something explode again, please civer your nose from the smoke."
"Young Master, I heard this tea is good for soothing headaches."
"Young Master, I believe it is time to rest."
As an assassin, they understand what it's like to kill. To have a shitty and frustrating background. To have to kill to survive and get what you want. To have to be cautious everytime. To not affording to let your guard down knowing the dangers of your world.
And so they are cautious and wary of anyone getting close to him. A visitor or anyone that's not originally a part of his life before. They always keep them, hence why they requested to have a slight change on their uniform to hide it.
They had heard his story from the other servants and came to an understanding of what Ciel really wants to do, to achieve. Revenge, and if it means protecting the boy and letting him live as much as he can, they will help him towards that goal.
It's only when they are in a mission and they are involved that Ciel is reminded that they are a professional assassin still.
It does make him more confident that while Sebastian is out fighting the main enemy or hunting someone, they can protect him, not letting any other enemy near him and killing them all before they can even take a step forward. It gives him chills, the same ones he feels when Sebastian shows his true abilities. It terrifies him that a human could kill so easily like a demon, and relieves him that he took them in.
Eventually, Ciel has gotten used to their subtle (not really) smothering and protectiveness. He was bothered at first, but he just let it be until he does get used to it, it's a great balance to Sebastian's sarcastic and teasing nature at times. And althought he would never admit it, he does look forward to getting pampered after a long day or mission and not get teased for it (Sebby srlsy).
SEBASTIAN [Romantic]
When he doesn't trust them yet, he sees them as a potential formidable enemy. They may not have defeated him, but they still put up quite the fight for a few minutes. Although defeated, not completely. They might not be a danger for him but they are great danger to his master, being inside the estate and meddling with other servants. He does find them a bit interesting. Normal people may not see it, the assassin's face is neutral, but their eyes are readable, atleast to him. It interests him how their eyes keep on changing emotions, curiosity, observant, interested, empathetic, understanding, sympathetic, pleased, distressed, frustrated, disagreeing, surprised. It interests him how much a human could keep on changing through so many emotions in a short time, and manage to keep it hidden under a neutral mask. And it interests him how they could keep such a calm manner while suspecting something about him.
Sebastian could see it in their eyes whenever they see or interact with him. Cautious, observing, curious. He knows they suspect he isn't human. Ofcourse, what human could do those things he did during their fight. But still, they had kept quiet about it and never asked questions, atleast not verbally. Sebastian could see so many questions hidden in their eyes, and it amuses him to see how they try to keep those questions in. It amuses him how they could really reign their own thoughts and questions despite seeing and interacting with him everyday.
When they had gained his trust, he lets his guard down just a little bit more. He admits, he finds it comforting to finally have someone competent enough in the household to help him. It's not that he really needs help, it's just that he finds it quite a bother and annoying to do every chore while doing his tasks as the Guard Dog's 'assistant' or something.
It's not really a secret that Sebastian finds it easier to be around them than the others. The way his stiffness is nowhere to be found around them, and his voice seems to be less strict. He knows and he doesn't really care when even the Earl points it out. He claims it should serve as a motivation for the others to start working harder if they don't want him to always nag them. Ofcourse he and Ciel knows there's more to it but they don't care (though Ciel definitely would save his thoughts about it for future purposes).
After a while, their curiousty does fade into just being neutral and not giving a shit about who he is or what he is. Despite having suspicions, they let it be because knowing he keeps their master safe is enough. Although they are a bit wary to how he is connected to the young master, they decide to push it down.
Sebastian and them act like normal co-workers as time passes.
"Goodmorning, Sebastian."
"Goodmorning. Has the utensil shelf been polished upstairs?"
"I did that yesterday, shall I do it again?"
"No need. Have the pests been taken care of? There were quite a few crawling around yesterday night."
"They have, I laid them in the 'garden' and let the others clean up. I will check on it again later to make sure the job is done perfectly."
"Good job. Make sure everything is fine while the young master and I take care if everything outside for later."
"Yes. Is the young master still asleep? He didn't overwork himself again, didn't he?"
"It seems that he quite did, seeing as he is still asleep right now and not calling for me. I shall get him ready for the day, I'll leave you to do the rest."
"Yes."
Sebastian does prefer interacting with them than anybody else. Okay, maybe not normal co-workers, but the most normal talk murderers pretending to be servants could do. He prefers talking to them more than any servant because they understand how he talks about the things that aren't meant to be said around anyone else. They have the intelligence Sebastian wants a subordinate to have and he's quite greatful for it. It pleases him that he can now take a little bit more time outside the manor without worrying about it burning down or the young master's safety.
Afterall, their new servant is very skilled in doing their job.
But the main reason it that because he could show sides of himself that aren't meant to be seen even by the other servants. While he may not show his true nature, he does show a little bit of non-human capabilities. Not needing to worry about it makes things easier for him, also because they can cover for him at tines. Their neutral and usual they don't care nature puts him at ease. And them being an assassin definitely adds more ease. Knowing how to kill, and anything that involves it makes it easier for him to slip out and ask a bit help.
It reaches to the point where interacting with them puts him at ease after a long day or after an annoying event. Sebastian is definitely more comfortable around them than anyone else.
He does know what it means. He knows what the little tingle feeling he feels when he hears their voice. He knows what the ease on his back means when he sees them. And he doesn't mind at all. It feels good so why would he deny it? Although it could propose a few problems in the future, but he'll worry about it when it gets there.
When he realizes it, he gets a little more softer on them.
"Job well done as usual."
"After dusting that, you may take a rest."
"Have you eaten? The food I made a while ago is still fresh."
"Ah, do be careful dealing with those pests, they might be quite a handful."
"I imagine you might be tired from dealing with those cockroaches, the tea is still hot, it is good for body pains."
And yes, other people do notice. And yes, Ciel does know, and he doesn't give a shit as long as it doesn't interfere with their missions and tasks. Plus, it gives him opportunities to tease his butler back.
It also adds that whatever is going on will not have to interfere with his tasks to his master because he knows full well that they can protect theirself, the household, and the young master. They are a professional assassin and does not need protection and direct orders and intructions to kill and hunt.
In any case, Sebastian and them would deal with their growing affections slowly and quietly, letting it grow further while letting the each other savor it.
As times passes by, Sebastian does get a little bit more bold with his words and actions. He grows quite more confident when they reciprocate his advances.
All in all, Sebastian was drawn to them because he can show a little more if his true self around them. Because despite disgusing as a servant, they don't exactly differ from when they act as an assassin or a servant. They don't lose their personality and turn into a normal person when changing roles. They are competent in any role they take and know what needs to be done, how to talk about house chores and how to talk about other things, when to meddle, what to do, what needs to be left unasked, how to deal with their emotions efficiently, and does not get distracted by the slights of things.
MEY-RIN [Platonic]
Mey-rin sees them as an older sibling.
Sure they might be monotone and apathetic at most times, but their caring nature makes her think otherwise.
"Mey-rin, be careful, you might fall down."
"Please don't move too much, you might get injured."
"Ah, use this instead of that, this is more effective."
"Oh, don't do that, it will make blood flow out more."
They definitely scare her when they are at the battlefield. Those emotionless eyes and monotone voice are more terryfing than everything when they hold their katana and slash through the enemies. The thought of them being their ally when they keep enemies from coming at her makes her calm.
Merciless, definitely. But she sees them a bit different inside the manor. Those scary eyes are replaced by a neutral face. They rarely smile but she can see their caring actions towards everyone, especially towards their young master.
She was definitely more than happy to know that they can live up to Sebastian's standards in doing house chores because they definitely need help. Although she is ashamed and embarassed to be outdone and to ask for help from a new servant, she can't help but do it and admire them. She can't help but ask them to teach her, and she was happy to know that they agreed.
"I see, instead of doing that, I think you should do it sideways so the duster can cover everything."
"Try cleaning in a more staright posture so you don't fall down."
"How about starting at the top so you don't fall down bending when you start at the bottom of the stairs?"
"I am glad to be of help."
She does look up to them so much. She is very glad that they are as competent in the house chores as they are in the battlefield.
When she observes then, she can quite see the similarities of when they are outside. They still have that stealth when they are walking, that swiftness and speed when doing chores, the effiency when doing tasks, and the quality when doing everything.
It honestly terrifies her how they can just kill so easily without any trace of emotion and pretend to be a normal servant as though nothing happens at night.
Despite obviously having a crush on their resident visual butler, he also does intimidate her in a way the new servant does.
The new servant does make her a little bit more scared, but it brushes of everytime she sees and hears them taking care of everyone. It makes her happy that under that apathetic face they wear, they truly care for all of them. And it makes her relieved that they aren't an enemy.
Ofcourse, she was wary of her before, all of them were. But they did see their improvement. From doing chores improvement to socializing improvement.
When they kind of 'nag' her to be careful on standing in chairs to dust the shelves and clean the stairs, she feels warm. It feels like having an older sibling nag at you to take care of yourself.
They also have the room next to Mey-rin, and when she has her nightmares about her past, they come comforting her. Despite the usual monotone of their voice, she can feel their concern. They may not be much of a talker, their comfort is quiet, but it's enough for her that they listen to her thoughts and worries and understand her.
They also remind her to change her glasses when it's near breaking. Or when she falls and breaks her glasses, they always offer to buy a new one and let her rest and tend to her small bruises.
All in all, she's glad to have someone who can be there for when she's sniper Mey-rin, maid Mey-rin, and sad Mey-rin.
#black butler x reader#black butler#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji x reader#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#mey rin#sebastian michaelis x reader#black butler imagines#kuroshitsuji imagines#lazyalani#request: pitrii-petra
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I WANT U ALL TO SEE THE POPPY PLAYTIME AU ME N @fivemetersofawesome HAVE BEEN MAKIN HERES A SUMMARY OF THE AU N SOME ART I DID UNDER THE CU T
THIS WILL BE MESSY
so tommys an orphan who used to be a part of the adopt-an-orphan program, except he didnt pass the tests and he wasnt turned into a toy. his foster parents didnt work out for him, so he went pack to the system. x amount of years later, hes 18, and he just got sent a letter from the workers of the playtime co factory. he goes “fuckit, what could go wrong," and he decides to make it a weekend.
so he gets there n solves the puzzle to get the grabpack, all that, and he sees ranboo pretending to be a statue. he grabpacks him in the face, grabs the key, and fucks off to the power room. insert power room puzzle stuff. tommy comes back out and ranboos gone.
at first, ranboos only there to observe, he doesnt plan on interacting with tommy at all, outside of the statue stunt. dream has other plans tho! he kidnapps tubbo (who is poppy and kind of helpless ngl), to get power over ranboo to get him to do stuff for him. said stuff includes protecting him from techno, who scraps anyone he doesnt like (maintenance costs, yaknow?), and to protect him from kristen, who will come for him if she doesnt stay entertained. theyre all fucked up and i love them. anyways. dream doesnt recognize tommy as his brother (they are brothers), so he pretends to be tubbo to lure tommy down to kristen so he can keep her off his back a little longer.
so tommy gets the other hand, gets to the make-a-friend section, and ranboo chases him further into the factory. dream gave very strict orders, dont kill tommy or tubbo dies as well, so ranboo end up getting injured when tommy drops the box and breaks the bridge, causing ranboo to fall. this was not part of dreams plan. dream is getting a little desperate here.
you might be wondering, why doesnt ranboo kill dream? well, dream keeps tubbo with him at all times, so if ranboo tries anything, tubbo dies. simple as that.
so tommy gets to the flower wall room and watches the tape about experiment 1006. what the fuck, anyways, he finds tubbo! his mouth doesnt move when he talks and hes always in a vent. thats weird.
so dream keeps tubbo from being able to talk by fucking with his servos and voice box, and basically puppets him to get tommy to do stuff and go deeper into the factory.
they get to that bigass hole in the ground, and dream is still puppeting tubbo, when he gets yanked down. enter: mumza! it looks like dream has been luring this poor worker to her, how fun! and what a cute little doll! she holds tubbo hostage while dream retreats away from her, at least she'll be occupied for a while. too bad ranboos gone.
mumza decides to make this a game! she'll give tommy the code to the train if he wins all three games! the first one goes fine, he meets aimsey, who is bunzo. the second one also goes fine. on the way to the third one, though, ranboo flips the switch and opens the door for him, and then... leaves? weird. he escapes from the third game, mumza goes off about his "cheating" and gets all pissy. she chases him for a bit, a very good game of hide and seek! until she gets caught in the grinder and is killed. a hand reaches under the door and drags her corpse away. hi techno!
while all this has been happening, techno found ranboo survived the fall! with major memory loss and hand-to-eye coordination issues! techno helps him bandage up n get back up and running. ranboo doesnt remember dream kidnapping tubbo. dream doesnt know ranboo is alive. techno is HUNTING dream.
tubbo, finally having been fixed by mumza, gives tommy the final piece of the code and they have a wonderful chat until the train swerves into the daycare and crashes. turns out dream had hitched a ride on the back and changed the track towards the daycare, theyre techno fodder now baby!! probably! Techno is still Hunting. tubbo doesnt know what happened to ranboo and tommy doesnt wanna tell him.
thats the end of the plot so far! i have some more info i wanna share tho
-ranboo was forcefully muted by the scientists for being too chatty, asking too many questions, screaming too much. everyone else learned from his mistakes.
-dream vaguely remembers moments with tommy from his childhood, he just doesnt remember that it was tommy he was with.
-ranboo flinches when tommy grabpacks his face but tommy wasnt really paying attention so he saw the slight movement n thought "FUCK I BROKE IT" and ran.
-sam is pj puggapillar. for many legs reasons.
-techno has a sailor moon poster taped to the ceiling of his 'bed'. he stares at it before he falls asleep every night. techno has never watched sailor moon.
-tommy adopts some big ass vent spider. her name is Shroud.
-philzas alive, hes just severely damaged. technos trying to scavenge the parts to fix him and mumza spares him for this reason only.
-TUMBLR LET ME ADD MORE PICTURES I HAVE ART TO SHARE. anyways.
-phil killed wilbur cause he was getting all glitchy. the scientists would have scrapped him like they did with dream otherwise, look how he turned out! death is a better fate. dream finds this offensive.
-techno gets distracted whenever he sees anything shiny.
that is all ty, ill reblog with some more art
#poppy playtime au#tommyinnit#dream#mumza#kristen#ranboo#tubbo#technoblade#shrikes aus#myart#art#fanart#digital art#dsmp#dreamwastaken
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Okay so! I’m gonna be working on tkl tober fics rn! Also this fic is heavily inspired by @matchacowbee with her South Park fic, so make sure to go follow her and check out her amazing art work 🫶
This story is based on if Jenna ever found my tumblr account!
Warnings: tickles, light sweating
Characters: Lee!jenna Ortega, ler!melissa Barerra
A/n: I absolutely hate this😭
𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 (𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏?)
It was an early afternoon on the set of scream 6 and Jenna was sat in her trailer. On her break as she wasn’t needed for anymore scenes for a couple of hours. So she just decided to get her laptop out and scroll aimlessly through the internet. Jenna always thought it was funny to scroll their media posts about her, she offended giggled at the fanfics, some of them were really cute and well structured and the others were.. interesting, so she decided not to read those ones. She found it so interesting about how everybody across the globe could interpret her in different ways and write it in a fanfiction. She liked to read some of them in her free time. Not because she was big headed but because she enjoyed seeing what her fans would write her and she appreciated them a lot. Jenna liked to read some of the.. more out there ones. She liked to see people’s creativity and what fandoms they were in and put her in.
She Usually scrolled through fanfiction sites but she decided to skip Wattpad because of the majority of them were smut. So she usually scrolled through fanfiction.net or the new app she discovered. Tumblr. She typed up “Jenna ortega fan fiction” and her eyes with met with an array of stories all concluding her. She skim read a few and found some really enjoyable stories. Stories about her dating the reader, about her character wednesday being a detective or just interesting story lines in general. She spent around 15 minutes reading a few stories before she found an account holder that piqued her curiousity.
“Blushyeleven” she found this account after seeing a post “new jenna fic out tmrw!!” That was posted yesterday. So she clicked on the account and read the bio. “Jennas gf” she saw the name of their header was and she giggled, continuing to read their bio and she stopped at “tk reader/writer” she raised an eyebrow “tk? What’s that?” She thought to herself and she scrolled a little down their account and found the fic that they posted today so Jenna read the description of it. Again, she stopped when she saw something that made her eye brows raise in confusion “warnings: tickles” she giggled again but just brushed it off and decided to read the story anyway. mindlessly reading through the paragraphs. She didn’t understand where the story was going until she saw a sentence that made her stop in her tracks and her face react with a piercing blush. “Jenna then reached over and started tickling your sides making you squeal and fall Into helpless laughter” what the… she just nervously chucked and continued reading it, she quickly came to realise the whole story was about her.. tickling somebody?.. she snickered at the idea and felt herself become flustered. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the silly smile plastered across her face. She just couldn’t get over the whole ordeal. Tickling?. A fanfic about her.. tickling somebody. She wasn’t weirded out, she actually found it quite amusing.
Jennas curiosity was bubbling, so she decided to scroll through the account to see what other kind of posts she could find. She saw a few more fics which again.. had her tickling somebody or somebody tickling her. Even her characters had fanfics based on tickling. She just scrolled, carefully reading each post, seeming as all of them were about her. She then stopped again when she read the title “Jenna ortega tkl headcanons!”. Jenna wasnt unfamiliar with headcannons, she was use to seeing them about her characters.. but these ones were obviously different. They were assumptions and guesses about Jenna based on the recurring theme of the account.. tickling. she was absolutely dying from embarrassment, . Curiosity killed the cat, after all, even if the cause of death was embarrassment.
She was about to start reading them until she was abruptly stopped by a quick, soft knock on her trailer door. She adverted her eyes away from her computer and got up to the door to see her older co-star. Melissa. she wasn’t needed for any scenes for a while either. So she came up with the idea to accompany jenna.. with whatever she was doing. “Heyyy!!” Jenna smiled, welcoming her in. “Hey! You good?” Melissa said, stepping inside her trailer seeing jenna looked a little.. flustered? “Oh yeah! Sorry.. I’m all good!” She walked through her trailer to sit back on her desk chair. “Okay okay.. so.. what you up to?” Melissa asked after seeing jennas laptop open on a website she didn’t recognise. “Oh- well.. funny story actually..” Jenna trailed of.. giggling slightly. “I was just searching and reading stories of myself untill I found this account..” she told Melissa and watched as her eyebrow quirked slightly. “Well.. what’s on this account then?” She questioned, already assuming the worst. “It’s.. it’s a whole account about me.. and tickles..” Jenna said rather flushed and nervously chuckling. Melissa’s let out a loud laugh, obviously not expecting that “pffft, what?!” She stated and watched jennas cheeks fade into a bold pink. “yeahhh..” Jenna couldn’t help but smile as Melissa was clearly shocked.. yet puzzled and clearly intrigued. “Let me see!” She said almost immediately and got of jennas bed to stand by jennas wooden desk. Jenna spun her chair back around to her laptop, her screen still on the headcanons.
“Jenna ortega tkl headcanons” Melissa read. The older girl wasnt always caught up with the new online slang and the words that fandoms would use, so Jenna often had to fill her in and explain to her certain words.. and because of jenna, Melissa vaguely knew what a headcannon was. “Oh! This is the.. one were they guess things.. right?” Melissa asked to which jenna nodded. Mellisa had the biggest smile on her face, thinking how ridiculously hilarious this was and how unusual the account was itself. Under the big, bold, italic title was a list of text, small sentences. She then saw the first sentence which made her snicker “because of jennas height I recon it’s easy to pin her”.. again jenna nervously chuckled at this, her face splashed with crimson red. Melissa turned to see jennas reaction and smirked, reading the next one. “As much as she tries to hide it.. the poor girl cannot handle being teased” Melissa reads again; she sees jenna looking down, away from the laptop screen. Her whole face, chin to forehead, smeared in a vibrant blush. Melissa was clearly enjoying how entertaining this was. She couldn’t even believe what she was reading, although she found it hysterical. Her eyes then were met with the next line of text. “I think jennas worst spot is her ribs but she’s also very ticklish on her stomach” to this, jennas eyes widened slightly and melissa turned her head to see her surprised yet flustered reaction. Melissa let out a flurry of giggles “wait.. is that true?!” She asked, with a stretching, mischievous smile prominent on her face. Jennas eyes met Melissas for a Split second and then looked back at the floor, her blush increasing in intensity before finally speaking with a rather quite voice. “n-no..” was all she could manage to say. Her co-workers smile turned into a smirk, obviously seeing through her poor attempt at lying. “Oh? Are you sure?… I think it might beee…” Melissa’s tone was extremely teasing and playful. The 5’1 actress had no comment or reponse, she just looked anywhere but at Melissa.
“Well you know I’ve gotta test it now!” Melissa giggled before reaching out her hand to quickly scribble at jennas ribs for a few seconds and pulling her hands away for a short moment when she heard jennas ear-splitting squeal. “Melissa! Dohont!!” Jenna put her hands out, infront of her ribs. The older girls eyes widened at jennas reaction. Clearly not expecting it to be that bad. “Fucking hell jenna!” Melissa giggled in shock. She then decided to re-place her fingers again, spidering the black-painted acrylics across jennas sides and near her stomach. Shortly after, jenna burst out into high-pitched, child like laughter. “BAHAHA MEHELISSA!!” Jenna then just effortlessly attempted to push at Melissa’s hands that was now zooming around jennas stomach. Her hands were to quick for Jenna to keep up with, changing spots every few seconds so Jenna couldn’t get use to the feeling. Melissa was loving this. She never would have thought that Jenna was this ticklish. She then leant down so it was easier to reach shorter girl, using both her hands to scribble at both of her sides. Jenna just leant back on her chair, her head tilted back slightly. Overflowing with ticklish laughter. “AHAHAHHAHA FUHUCKK!!” Although, as much as she would complain or protest, she couldn’t wipe the smile that was beaming on her face. She also couldn’t help but kick her legs slightly, swinging them back and forth as she tried to cover her stomach with her arms. Melissa just took the opportunity to hastily move her evil, nimble fingers to jennas ribs. Speedily scratching at them, causing Jenna to burst out into explosive laughter. “BAHAHHAHAHAH NOHOHOHO!!” Jenna squeaked and shrieked through helpess laughter as Melissa left no sign of stopping or giving up. “Wow jenna, that headcanon was right after all!!” She teased, seeing jenna clench her eyes shut as the laughter freely poured out of her mouth.
Melissa’s fingers them crawled back to jennas stomach, clawing at it mercilessly. “AAHHAH MEHELISSAA!!!” Jenna shrieked to which her co-star snickered and mimiced her “jehehennaaa!!” She said, sarcasm and playfulness dripping from her voice.. and to that Jenna again just blushed and didn’t say anything back, she just let herself give into the laugter and the endless amount of tickles she was receiving. Melissa decided she had a few more spots she wanted to try out on jenna before she let up. “AHAHAHHAHA I CAHAHAHNTTT!!” Was jennas reaction when the dreaded fingers moved into her armpits. “BAHAHHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAH!!” Jenna was trying to focus on calming her laughter down but all her brain would focus on was the ticklish sensation coursing through her body. Melissa kept her fingers in jennas underarms even if it was proving to me difficult after Jenna had squeezed her arms to her sides. Trapping Melisa’s fingers in her armpits. Notheless she still found a way to wiggle and squirm her fingers in jennas armpits. Keeping jennas giggles a high frequency and volume. “HAHAHAHHAHA IHITS SOHOO BAHAHADDD!” Jenna complained. “Well yeah it will be! Your like.. super ticklish!” Melisa stated. “SHUHUT UHUP!!” Jenna bursted out with, finally, a comeback after all this time of staying silent at the little teasy, snarky comments that were thrown her way. Although, as if Melissa would let her off easily for that. Instead she quirked a brow and moved her hands back to jennas ribs. Eagerly wiggling her fingers in the spaces between. “PFFTT FUHUCK!! BAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH” jenna was practically screaming with laughter. The noise echoing of the trailer walls and probably heard all the way from set. Mellisa kept digging and wiggling her fingers into jennas ribs and also decided to scribble Into them aswell. “AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHAH- SHIHIT- I- BAHAHHAHA….”
Jennas laughter then went silent, with a few squeaks and gasps for air. Followed by her eyes watering slightly.. and that’s when Melissa let up. Removing her hands. Looking at jenna in the giggly puddle she had become. Jenna then desperately tried to recollect her breathe as she wiped the water from her eyes with her sleeve. The short actress just took big gasps of air while her whole face was a vivid and distinct shade of red. “f-..fuck you..” jenna joked, seeing Melissa giggle. “I was just testing out the headcanon!.. that account is actually hilarious” the older girl smiled down at jenna as she nodded and then took a gulp of her water bottle.
After her and Melissa spent what felt like hours together they were eventually called into set to which nobody mentioned jennas echoed laughter. Instead they just gave her small smirks every now and again.
#tickle content#tickle#sfw tickle#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#jenna ortega#jenna ortega tickle#melissa barrera#melissa barerra tickle#i hate this#sorry it’s so basic😭
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some details about one of my one piece ocs, Z here i should like draw proper ref of Z soon bc i think abt the little guy often. if i do talk about him more and draw him, i may just reveal his real name eventually
anyway theres really nothing happy about this boy from what i shared and i still have nothing happy. however the reason he even still holds onto life is because of books. he loves reading about adventures, whether the tales are from real journalists or something made up. it inspires Z to continue living on despite being chained down in hell
thats not what i actually wanna talk about, i just wanna talk abt something more lighthearted. while Z does appreciate all the strawhats, the ones hes most particularly fond of are luffy, nami, and robin
not that any of them told their stories, but that those four can really sympathize with Z. nami especially can relate with how Z believes he needs to shoulder everything himself to save his island considering hes only 13 enduring all this pain and suffering-- how he even refused to ask for the strawhats help until things were extremely desperate and that he had to accept that he really was powerless to do anything.
doesnt help that Z's "foster family" fed the strawhats too and how charismatic they are- Z thought that they were completely entranced by them so they wouldnt believe a word a bratty kid would say. and when Z felt completely helpless, he had pinned the blame on the strawhats and wished they never met bc things did go downhill for Z since his arrival
with robin, Z would talk about his favorite book and robin adores how he'd light up talking about it. not to mention him getting really excited when robin said she read the book before and gave him recommendations. (and as a parting gift, she gave Z a book she already finished reading. and it's about a kid his age starting their own adventure and writing everything about their exploits as they travel the world)
and with luffy, i'll admit was p hard to think about as hes not an easy character to write... but hes always been good w kids (AAAAUUUGJWHDIWHDK) and how theyve been inspired by him. what makes it harder to think about is how this kid has ace's face and acted similar to a younger ace. luffy felt a bit uneasy and Z just didnt like him at all. though theyre attracted to each other like magnets so kinda impossible to be separated without being pulled apart. when the strawhats went off to do their own things, luffy and Z somehow come across each other and it's like "stop following me!" / "you're the one following me!"
neither share what adventures they had and neither cared enough to ask. though Z was a little curious about who ace was and luffy bluntly says that theres nothing to know now bc hes dead. Z was about to pry bc ace had to be important to luffy but then again why should he care about this guy? he didnt care much about luffy and he was gonna leave soon anyway so they just left it at that. and as luffy gets distracted by a beetle on a tree trunk, Z suddenly disappears.
at some point though, luffy knew there was something wrong if Z couldnt just leave the place and people he claims to hate. and Z was startled by luffy's sudden interest in him and the island. he wasnt even sure if he could trust this pirate (esp when the 'rulers' were previously pirates !!) but he didnt feel ill intentions from luffy either so Z does tell him about the strict laws of the land which pisses him off gravely bc basically all of the people's freedoms are revoked and have to live a certain way if they wish to even live 👍👍
Z: "dunno why you're interested. you're gonna leave and forget about this hell of an island anyway. theres nothing you can do."
and again, Z cant trust others- especially not pirates. but the more time spent with the strawhats, the more respect and trust he gave. but he never once believed that they cared for him the same
#okay wow i have more ideas now that i typed this wtf#i honestly Just came up with everything on the spot and now im mmmgmhdhh i need to go into more detail#in my notes app at least#bc wow creating one piece characters are hard#especially if theyre gonna interact with the strawhats i feel crazy#and making up a whole new island w lore too#just a lot of thought to put into... crazy#tin talks#tinukis oc#but i am more excited now to show Z soon#one piece oc
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Had this is in my head for awhile now but what do you think the (maximoff) twins' dynamic would be like if they were genderswapped? Like would Female!Pietro be the overprotective sibling or would it be Male!Wanda? And how different/similar would the genderswapped versions be from the original versions?
Wanda is already protective epecially in early 616. I think theyd both be that way even gender swapped.
I think gender roles especially the external enforcement of them are very important to who they are. Wanda is very against being protected just because she's the girl. As a boy, she wouldnt have that same baggage of being treated as helpless, it could only turn into traditional 'i dont need help im a man' and i dont think thats her personality. She should still have a desire to prove herself and her being generally confident and forthright fits well into traditional masculinity. She could retain her whole feminine power and values thing as a man, but it would have to come from her and not from the outside, I can see that. She's someone who knows who she is.
Also I guess her oppression concerns shift from being solely gender based (which can be very lazy writing at times tbh) to a more No Surrender!Pietro xenophobia thing.
She also presumably does not have every man she comes into contact with trying to get with her but i dont know how much that changes her personality. (It presumably makes Pietro less angry all the time.) And Scarletvision doesnt happen because Vision was looking for social validation through having a wife. So shed be saved from that and everything that happened afterwards.
Pietro changes internally more, because his responsibility to look after Wanda as the man of the family post orphaning, as his parents told him, is a very significant part of his character. If he wasnt clinging to that instruction as his life purpose, i dont know what he would be doing.
Maybe he'd just assign it to himself anyway, or do some tradwife thing as an equivalent if he's really accepted gender roles as something he should be performing - he is more submissive than Wanda, so he might accept that where she couldnt.
I think Wanda would have an easier time balancing following that instruction if she had been given it, with her other life goals. She's the one whos more proactive and who thinks for herself more.
Pietro going along with what Wanda wants would now be traditional gender roles and him being overprotective could no longer be viewed as domineering chauvinism (*eyeroll*). On the other hand he's getting hit hard with the overemotional/bitchy/hysterical accusations as a woman (not that he isnt already), if he still has the same attitude.
I think they would have less to argue about to be honest, and less to get in fights with other people about. I also think it takes away a lot of who they are.
#saw tobys post and remembered i had this in my drafts#cant believe i ended up at tradwife pietro#he was made to be a man who hates men#maxicest#answered
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i read so many horror books and short stories this year... i think the only one that wasnt weird about women was frankenstein, and to a lesser extent so was the exorcist. and by weird I mean johnny truant weird and "she had a beautiul long swan-like neck" weird. do you know that meme where it's a guy shielding a sleeping child from a bomb. damien karras shielding canon milf chris macneil in the exorcist
frankenstein was written by a woman of course. even with a male lead, no one was villainized in that certain carmilla karnstein ("deviant"") or karen green ('"too reliant and helpless"" (though the author was criticizing it in a meta sense)) flavor and you'd be hard pressed to find a woman who would willingly write 100% all their female characters as sex objects (house of leaves had a point with it but I don't want to read deconstructions of masculinity through the lens of sympathetic but asshole men all the time)
anyways it's late I was just thinking of this again because a relative gave me agatha christie and shirley jackson books tonight thank god i dont have to worry about someone suddenly describing breasts the way stephen king does. Unless...
#its 1 am ok night#im still not getting on with my pdf of a ballad of songbirds and snakes and Beloved#oof#i got pleny of time :))
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idk how you feel abt it but i found the diego/lila interactions towards the end of the series to be a bit... sexist? and like, horrible timing with roe v wade (not to get political) and Diego constantly ignoring Lila in favour of "doing what's best for the baby" ...
I get that it's a wanted baby, and if it can survive it would be great, but like, it's 10 cm at BEST (she's 3 months in). you can make another one. you can't make another Lila if she dies in the kugelblitz, or killed by a guardian (which managed to find them where ever they were in the hotel, so a closet door prob wasnt gonna do that much).
and just the total disrespect Diego has towards her asserting her role in actually having that baby in her body for six more months. i don't doubt that he cares, but like, Lila being pregnant shouldn't mean he gets to dictate what risks she takes. plenty of pregnant people smoke or drink or take drugs but they can't be arrested for it bc it's their body their choice. if Lila wants to throw herself into a fight that determines the fate of her, the baby and the entire universe, then fucking let her. this isn't some moral debate, Diego doesn't look better for locking a pregnant woman in a cupboard, he looks worse! let her fight for her baby's survival!!
god and then she forgives him... when she was forcing him out of his machoism in s2 (thank god), now she's letting him get away with his bullshit again... lila got done so badly in the last few eps of s3.
and the writers clearly think that Diego's doing the right thing here. just no! don't frame that as a good thing! he's taking her agency away from her in a situation where the baby probably wont survive anyway. their choices were 1) stay and let the baby die in the kugelblitz (Diego VOTED for this), 2) go and fight the guardians and give the baby a CHANCE.
If we were meant to see Diego locking Lila in a closet as the right thing to do, she would have been punished for escaping the closet. Instead, she and Viktor killed a Guardian. How many Guardians did Diego kill? Same number as his team name: zero.
Diego was raised to be a hero. Heroes sacrifice themselves for their family. This show is all about subverting and deconstructing what it means to be a hero. If this was a show that was really about heroes, Diego would have died in heroic self-sacrifice after that. He didn't. He didn't even run into any trouble on his way to the lobby. Meanwhile, he left Lila locked up, vulnerable, without any powers to copy until Viktor happened by. So no, I really don't think the writers meant for him to be doing the right thing. On another show, yes, it would be framed that way, but not on this one.
He deserved that slap. But then she kissed him to let him know she knew what he meant to do. It's not that he thinks she's incapable because she's a woman or even because she's pregnant. To the contrary, last season, he was pissed when she left him vulnerable in a fight. Really, I think he is the one who is feeling vulnerable again, here. He failed to protect Stan (even though he couldn't, not from the kugelblitz) and he doesn't want to make the same mistake again. It's misguided, but I don't think he's trying to control Lila. I think he just feels helpless.
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day one of *unknown amount of time water fast :)
I'm trying for a really long fast, so I find I stick to it better if I pretend as if there is no end goal. trying to trick my brain into thinking its short term, I guess.
I didn't sleep at all, I was too busy reading comics all night and morning to distract from my cravings and then I decided to actually get out of bed and was immediately going for the milk to put in my tea because my mom was talking to me about something and I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing and then she mentioned something along the lines of humans are disgusting, and it sadly triggered my ed brain, as if to say, disgusting?? not me though, right? I don't want to be disgusting!
so anyway, I put the milk back and have decided to start my fast :)
if you've gotten this far, do you have a favorite tea flavor?? I'm pretty basic with tea, my all-time favorite is earl grey black tea by full circle market! idk why but we always carry a variety of fun teas and I always go for that one lol. I've tried some other brands of earl grey as well, but they just don't seem to cut it. and I swear the amount of caffeine that's in black tea far out ways all the other caffeinated teas. I used to drink coffee religiously but somehow after covid my tolerance for caffeine has become nonexistent :(
oh, also fun lil fact about me is that I tend to put cinnamon in nearly everything I consume lol. can you overdose on cinnamon? Jesus I hope not, I especially love it in tea but idk if that would somehow break my fast so I'm doing without it for now. as I write out my worries, I see how non sensical my brain can be sometimes :}
unrelated but why is it that every little thing that comes out of my moms mouth just get under my skin so easily?? for once she wasnt putting me down, but even so she was still in a really negative space and was just briefly mentioning how animals deserve more than humans as humans are disgusting and selfish and animals are innocent and pure. thats fine to think that way i suppose as it doesnt really harm anyone but shes been prioritizing strays over her own kids my whole life and so of course i have some sort of resentment towards the subject. i just feel the need to protect my own kind over another and she feels very differently i guess, yet other times will preach the complete opposite and it makes me question what she would do in an emergency situation.
idk this is all so fucking dumb, maybe i just want to pick any old fight for the sake of it rather than caring about the subject at hand, it all sounds so stupid and unimportant but my whole life she made sure i knew that i ruined her life for being alive but her dog has saved her life just by existing. why didnt i get out of this sooner? no one tells you there is more help available when you are a kid, and now that im not, i feel far more helpless than i did before. no one tells you it will be this way. how could they though? its all too heavy.
*excuse my poor punctuation and capitalization if you are reading this, im too tired to correct it all lol
current mood: cringeworthy doom and gloom type vibe so far today
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obi wan/grievous: Ok so this is a HUGE crackship and some people are not going to agree but like, Obi-Wan is what comes to mind when you think of the jedi and Grievous hates the jedi as a whole because he believes them to the cause of his mutilation and the suffering of his people, but the jedi are not the ones who did this. Grievous is a pawn in the game of the sith and he doesn't realize that his mind has been altered against his wishes or that he will be desposed of as soon as the war ends. Obi-Wan is a compassionate man and is able to consistently go toe to toe with Grievous, making him a rival Grievous can't help but respect in a weird way (his people are warriors, for all we know, fighting could be a method of flirting to his people yaknow? And obiwan genuienly flirts as a way to throw off his enemies, think of the comedic potential if Obi-Wan didnt realize how MUCH hes been a flirt or if Grevious acctualy gets flustered by it because obiwan is such a competent fighter and IF ONLY HE WASNT THE ENEMY-) If Obi-Wan knew what happened he would have tried to make amends and help his people, and if Grievous learned that it was Dooku (a former jedi turned sith) who turned him into a monster against his will, he'd probably be willing to team up with Obi-Wan to bring down Dooku and the Sith plans for Galactic domination to avenge and to protect his people, and they would be an absolute powerhouse since they are already familiar with eachothers way of fighting and from a writers point of view its filled with so much potential angst and drama, and hijinks, and even enhances the plot and creates parallels between the two that the franchise has never bothered to make and it has so much potential even if they don't fall in love they could be really good friends/partners/allies and if order 66 goes as planned they would be badass rebels its such an overlooked possible dynamic PLEASE 🥺
Sephitoph:
I made this one up as a joke but now i'm invested. ummm i'm just gonna c-p the rant I made on discord
ME:
they both have bright green eyes....
that's it, that's all i got ...
you probably won't like me for this, but i think it's funnier as a ship
SISTER:
...okay, explain 😂
ME:
er, not even funny, like i think they could make a good couple!
or at least an entertaining one
two ways you could take this, depending on whether you go w/ pre-breakdown Sephiroth, or post-breakdown, sadistic alien ghost who just wants to burn the world and torment cloud
for the latter, that's crackier but i'm just saying Toph is down w/ dramatic villainy and destruction
[insert: I AM MELON-LORD *maniacal laughter* gif]
(ok maybe not for real, but it would make a funny crack fic)
but pre-Nibelheim Seph (with the caveat that my understanding of his character is 90% from fanfic) he kinda personality of Zuko, circumstances of Azula
eh,,, ,that's not really on the mark
but anyways I know Zuko/Toph can be a great ship, i've seen it.
i think you'd could write a similar dynamic here
Sephiroth had his whole life laid out for him and he excelled at everything he was expected to do, but it's never been really about what he wants, like he's never really gotten to express himself. Or, like, develop a personality?? He's very isolated.
Toph also grew up very isolated, but she had kinda the opposite, where she utterly discarded the expectations people set for her (dressed up pretty helpless doll) and established her own person, wants, and goals very early on so they've got "coming from similar places but approaching things very differently", would lead to some very interesting interactions i think plus they're both down to work out emotional problems by sparring
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im sorry i dont usually post rants here but i need to get this out, ill put it under a cut
tw im talking about ABA therapy, and conversion therapy mentions.
and i understand those would be triggering for many autistic people to read about but as someone who isnt autistic id really appreciate yalls reaction to this if its something youre comfy speaking about
okay someone just like be blunt with me, esp the autistic community here, correct me if im wrong but isnt ABA therapy for autism like, bad??? horrible?? im not autistic and i have no personal experience with it but ive seen videos on it ive read about it and i always came away with this idea that it was really super flawed and irredeemable and just an outdated practice, kinda like conversion therapy for gay people in my mind. and like i knew it still happened anyway (like conversion therapy does) but i thought it was just Mostly understood to be Not Good. but heres where ive been losing my mind - im an undergrad student trying to become a speech-language pathologist one day and so im in a club at my school for SLP students and the literal PRESIDENT of the club like very openly is an ABA therapist for autistic kids on the side. like thats her job. ive heard her talk about it, its in her descriptions when shes listed on some websites, and every time i see it i feel like im being pranked like it feels like a dark joke or something.
like whats going on here someone just tell me how to feel please, am i just naive and apparently its Not super obvious how bad it is? or is ABA more nuanced than i thought and im overreacting? is there any way to do it in a not harmful way that i just havent heard of? or is it actually bad and just way more accepted that i thought it was??? i thought it was so obviously terrible but here i am in a stereotypical liberal school at a club meeting that asks for your pronouns and is all about advocating for people with disabilities and the president,, is an ABA therapist. when like half of the people in this club would say theyre interested in working with patients on the spectrum if you asked. like thats horrifying to me and im not even autistic.
like idk i dont wanna sound like a naive little kid being like “bad people exist?? impossible!!” so im sorry if im coming off like that but idk its just making me so sad and im so shocked and like disgusted and frankly embarrassed to associate with the club, but then i look around and no one else even seems to care and ugh. ugh ugh ugh.
i knew id encounter some weird hypocrite shit like this in academia eventually especially in my field but i guess i wasnt expecting to see it so soon and so blatant and so like personal, like this girls only a few years older than me yknow? ok i need to stop ranting im just making myself upset i just feel helpless and thats just not productive
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bilumax | pegging | age swap
explicit - 485 words
see i told myself i wasnt gonna repeat kinks but pegging,,,, PEGGING
cw : implied underage, age gap, consensual non-consent, stepsibling incest
Billy always gets this stupid-cute look on his face when he’s getting fucked good.
Usually Lucas is too busy laying pipe to really get a good look at him, but with Max doing all the work right now, he’s got plenty of time to sit back and enjoy. And, God, is there a lot to enjoy; Billy’s eyes are glazed over and wet with overwhelmed tears, his mouth struck dumb and open with moans, arms trembling with exertion while the lewd, wet slap of Max’s hips against his ass matches perfectly with each stuttered groan from Billy’s mouth.
The dildo she’s fucking him with is definitely way too big for him, and his helpless whimpering every time silicone crushes his prostate is evidence enough, but it’s just too easy to get Billy on board with shit like this. He’s so fucking easy, and so eager to please that it’s like he’s barely got any boundaries at all. It’s a hell of a turn on—Lucas is so, so tempted to move his hands from Billy’s cheeks to his hair and yank him down, forcing Billy to swallow his cock and choke him on it. It’s not like Billy would complain, hell, he’d probably get off on it.
He almost does it anyways, because Billy has got the best mouth in Hawkins, but he and Max already decided: Billy’s gonna cum, untouched, on Max’s cock or not at all. And if Max is done before Billy gets to cum? Well, tough luck.
Then, Billy whimpers and his cock jumps, and he’s fighting not to drool all over himself, and, well…
Lucas looks up at Max, whose cheeks are pink with exertion, and raises one of his eyebrows in silent question.
“You want his mouth?” Max asks, a little breathless. Billy makes an utterly overwhelmed noise, open-mouthed groaning against Lucas’ chest.
Lucas grins. “How did you know?”
“You always get that look on your face,” Max scoffs. Her smile is affectionate. “Go ‘head, baby.”
Lucas gives her a grateful look, and then he’s hooking a thumb into Billy’s mouth and tugging him down. Billy goes down easy, and there’s no resistance when Lucas guides the head of his cock into his mouth, thrusting up into wet heat. He’s a little too stupid to suck properly, so Lucas rolls his eyes and takes Billy’s hair in hand, pulling him up and down like a toy. A spurt of pre-cum drips down onto Lucas’ thigh, so it reasons to believe that Billy is definitely into it.
Lucas can’t help but snort. “Jesus, Max. Where the hell do you get a guy like this?”
“Don’t ask me, he was probably born like that,” Max says, rolling her eyes. “Isn’t that right, Billy? You were born to take dick, weren’t you?” And when Billy cums all over the sheets, Max looks at Lucas and shrugs as if to say, See? Told you.
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#nyx writes drabbles#nyx writes fic#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#billy hargrove#billy x max#max x lucas#billy x lucas#kinktober#dead dove do not eat
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what day is it?
thats right!
and it's my 3 year vegan anniversary! :D
to celebrate the day i made my favourite food, because i love food and can still eat my favs no problem!!
maki sushi with extra firm tofu. tastes p much exactly like i remember.
medovik! 9 layer russian "honey" cake. only date syrup instead of honey, and soy and coconut cream.
my mother used to make this for birthdays. its my favourite cake, but since you gotta bake 9 layers, it takes a bit too make. but SUPER yummy.
its been 3 years since i went vegan and i wanted to think back on my life as vegan so far.
i went vegan after i watched cowspiracy and right after earthlings.
except, thats not quite true.
no staunch meat eater just goes and watches cowspiracy and earthlings and goes vegan. (unfortunately! otherwise thered be way more vegans, haha, if we could simply convince meat eaters to do that.)
no, my vegan journey started way earlier.
i always loved animals. (who doesnt?) in university, back in 2011, i went vegetarian for about half a year. because i felt bad for the animals. it was a sudden, random decision, i dont remember what brought it up. but i only lasted half a year. why? i didnt do any research. none at all. i just figured, okay, not eating literally animals is great! animals dont die for milk and cheese so its fine.
i guess even back then i was too afraid to know the truth.
then, a few years later. corona just became a thing. i got sick. didnt get tested, because there was "no way" i could have. i went on a walk, for my health, with my ex, and i went on a rant about vegans.
i said how much i hated them and their hypocrisy. how vegans were responsible for making poor quinoa farmers even poorer. (yes, really! i said that!)
half a year later i was vegan.
how did that happen?
well, see. i used to feel very anxious about climate change. actually, i started feeling anxious about climate change back in elementary. consider we had started doing something about it back then, huh?
anyway. i felt... powerless.
"feeling ohnmächtig" is what i called it in german. translated its feeling unconscious. or. feeling powerless. helpless. without power to change.
there was nothing i could do. im just a single person. not a politician, not an employee of a company lobbying for less environmental restriction, not a rich person.
just a regular, normal person. no power. no way to change anything.
knowing that didnt make me feel any better, however, strangely enough.
i discovered zero waste. it was at least something. i wasnt overconsuming anything already, i tried zero waste. to alleviate at least some of my guilt and feeling of helplessness. if i at least do what i can...?
well, funny enough: all the people on youtube that made videos about zero waste were vegans. all of them. but they were not those pushy, mean, militant, crazy vegans. no, they were nice. telling their viewers to reduce plastic, simply stuff.
one of them posted a video on why she went vegan.
i didnt watch it for some time. made me uncomfortable. and it didnt matter, either. i was never gonna be vegan. i couldnt. me, vegan? no way in fucking hell. absolutely impossible.
well, i watched it.
here it is, if anybody is curious: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROgKML9GtCs
And, well. It got me thinking. I could relate to a lot of the things she said.
Well, I went on. Tried bar shampoo, and less plastic, I ate more tofu and veggies in general. Kept watching their videos.
One day, I realized I had to watch Cowspiracy. I had to. For myself. For the environment. (It's what I told myself.)
So I did. I watched Cowspiracy. I sobbed. Decided to go vegan for the environment. And then I watched Earthlings. And decided to go vegan, for the animals.
And that was 3 years ago.
Right at the beginning, I was very sad. Hurt, upset, and angry. I was grieving. For all the animals I hurt, for all the animals that were currently being killed and tortured, because I suddenly saw all that pain around me. In the grocery store, during meal times, it was everywhere. I couldn't escape.
The pain lessened after some time. Then I got angry. Very angry. Those who have followed me way back probably can remember. I was just SO fucking angry. At other people that still dared to eat meat, at corporations and restaurants and politicians and-- mostly myself.
I knew it, deep down, that eating animals wasn't okay. That's why I went vegetarian. I did care, but I was too much of a coward to really learn the truth. I was angry for going that long, refusing to accept the simple truth:
Animals don't want to be eaten. And they don't deserve to be treated the way they are treated now.
It's been 3 years and I definitely calmed down a lot. I still got angry from time to time, but overall I'm definitely way more calm about this.
And... I've been trying to think of the best way to convince others to go vegan. I don't think there is one foolproof way. And as good as being angry and mean may feel at that moment, that probably isn't the best way to convince others. But I don't think complimenting somebody into baby-stepping their way into it, is it either.
I think... the main way people turn vegan is the emotional route.
You CAN rationalize yourself into turning vegan. Like that one philosopher youtube guy.
But you can't rationalize yourself into staying vegan. Because humans aren't rational. You can have the best rational arguments for something, but then one day you get home drunk after going out with friends, there's a cold burger in the fridge and you're hungry and it's probably that you eat it. That's how I stopped being vegetarian.
But if people learn the truth, and learn about the pain animals go through by watching Earthlings or Dominion, that's a whole different ballgame.
So, what's the verdict?
I'm glad I'm vegan, I'm glad I'm no longer that overly angry and I hope I can at least show people it's possible to live a happy life with good food even as a vegan.
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Some quick updates
Like bambi knows this isnt really a "sexy" tumblr. She's not even sure how interesting it is. Anyway the weekend was busy with some drama.
Bambi started a new dnd campaign this sunday, so there really wasnt enough to listen to bambi saturday night or sunday during the night. Bambi did listen friday and some random stuff (mostly tiktok audios) so she is getting levels
A couple playlists she's listen ttoo
Ya protection 😋
Tho online drama is annoying. First like rand guys trybto trigger and get pics. One was really bambi to get on voice even tho bambi didnt feel rigjt about it. Ita hard becUse bambi is not "allowed" to say certain words (and if u do, or do anything that is not seen as "bambi enough" u get accused of faking but more on that later) and so u cant really directly deny and they are not taking the hints and getting pushy.
Fortunately bambi does have some Daddys who support her in being safe. Its sort of frustrating the sort helplessness of bambi. Like old self knows this ans was used to being in charge and not putting up with folk lkke that at all. Anyway its just hard to not want to be pleasing for 😋
And then there is some reddit drama. Some bambi haters, a few of them who had be bugging bambi before with triggers and stuff or being pasts for some other dom decided ro make a subreddit to target bambis and claim we're being fakers.
Like guess what bambi works in different ways for some people. Some of us can blend and swap between bambi and old self. Or we know how to operate in trance. Some of us just dont blank to the same degree. And im sick of being told im not doing stuff right because im working with what i got on my own.
Mmmmm anywah
Bambi has decided she is not doing locktober this year. She doesnt have a proper cage and she's been giving herself o's with her vibe sucking on one of her cocks, and she's still deeping her programming. Ans she sort of wants to so a 20 day an O after each playlist...
Been trying to induce lactation. Been increasing pumping, adding some herbs her dr suggested, and shifting her diet some. Make some.super yummy no back lacation cookies.
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