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twstinginthewind · 2 months

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Hey guys guess what it's YET ANOTHER OC KISS! This time with my favorite giant merman, @the-trinket-witch's handsome lad Tidus, and Joker who totally doesn't have a massive crush why would you say such a thing?

This one comes with a bonus from my warmups when I was trying to figure out their height difference. Jo is not used to feeling small...

#twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #friend's oc #tidus rhin #ockiss24 #oc kiss week #i cannot restrain myself i love this guy #drawn

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burning--heart · 4 months

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(actively distracting myself) anyway how about that giant grinpayne head, huh? crazy stuff. did you know that it’s the only puppet in the show that alice barclay doesn’t puppeteer? unless you count it as a mask or something and not a puppet. in which case she handles every puppet in the show. she was half of mojo, naturally, but she was also the only person to actually puppeteer baby dea (other people move her around though). and we know that she is one of the “professional puppeteers” that ursus hires and therefore plays young dea for a moment, but did you notice that she also takes control of young grinpayne’s breathing during “stars in the sky”? i think that’s pretty cool. one of the more interesting things i found out from my spreadsheet. the fact that i think this comes as a surprise to many of you i’m sure because i have never expressed a fascination with this show’s puppetry before.

#the grinning man #burning thoughts #puppeteering #the last bit is sarcasm. i think. idk maybe i have successfully restrained myself and you guys have no idea but i feel like the blog layout #is kind of a dead giveaway.#i heart puppets #maybe i need to be louder about how much i love the puppets. i need this to be what i am remembered for #if i cannot be remembered as the one with interesting and insightful commentary at least i need to be the puppet hype master #to be fair. the first thing i say to people to invite them to watch it with me (after the title) is that it has cool puppets in it. so.

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twiyoriz · 1 year

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thought it was interesting how loid tells yor that he thought she was beautiful, but when anya appears, yor immediately blames herself for trying to ask out a guy who is clearly “taken”, but in reality, shouldn’t she be suspicious of loid for calling her beautiful when he has a child and (presumably) a wife?

yor is in a career (would you call it that? i don’t know) that involves a lot of “bad guy, good guy” circumstances. in her point of view and in the garden’s point of view, yor kills the evil people and is a silent hero, a weapon only to be used for the worst of the worst. despite this, yor is a woman who sees only the best in others. she doesn’t simply assume one’s flaws and mistakes but beats herself up over her own.

now this lifestyle can also be related to twilight’s own character— he was trained to perfection, except with the opposite effect: assume the worst case scenario, the worst quality in a person, the worst choice to be made, and prepare for anything that could happen. like how he recognizes yor’s attentiveness and deems it to potentially be a detriment to his work:

this is a mindset he has been honing for years, and it is the pure definition of perfection.

and that’s why i find it so endearing that thorn princess (the best assassin of ostania) and twilight (the best spy of westalis), are both navigating the unknowns of parenting a small child together. this isn’t much like a deduction skill or a physical skill one can train for, but it is a skill that cannot be completely perfected. and that is what is so new to them.

but another difference is that they are not learning alone, compared to their own isolation in the jobs they have, but that they can rely on one another for guidance. whenever one downplays their parenting abilities, the other is ready to reassure them and that they are doing well.

twilight also ends up being the most rational person (albeit a severe overthinker and becoming a cringy dad in anya’s eyes) in the forger family and yor is known to be the doting and sweet mother under almost any circumstance (even if she’s overthinker #2 and will kill to protect anya) thanks to their abilities. a perfect balance despite being direct opposites and a perfect 100 points

(idk how to end this i just think twiyor is so lovely and adorable and the similarities and direct differences they have are so intriguing to me and i need them to be canon asap and i need that butt shot episode right now i cannot physically restrain myself to wait until next year in this essay i will)

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kisses4kaia · 6 months

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burning desire - simon “ghost” riley

summary : your lieutenant is tired of your attitude, and you’re tired of his arrogance. what happens when the tensions collide?

warnings : nsfw under the cut, mdni. - unprotected p in v, hate fucking, lots and lots of tension, swearing, creampie, and angst. please let me know if i missed any

a/n : you guys already know i fucking love enemies to lovers c’mon nowww 🤤 anyway yea this was just me indulging myself bc he’s all i think about. plz enjoy and reblog if u did !!

“yeah, well you’ve just got your panties in a twist because you know it was your fault,” you muttered under your breath.

frankly, you were exhausted. everyone was. the last mission was a bust, and it was all because ghost absolutely refused to leave you behind, despite it breaking protocol.

you were now the only two in his office, everyone else having gone home already, filling out the required report on the mission. his large frame stood tall, looming over your sat position.

he scoffs and looks down to glare daggers at you. “oh, i’m sorry, y/c/s, would you have preferred i left you for dead?”

you roll your eyes, not wanting to upset the lieutenant more than you already have, desperately wanting to go home and sleep.

“fuck off, ghost.”

“what was that?”

“i said, fuck off, ghost!” you were now yelling, standing up and letting the clipboard in your lap fall to the ground.

he laughs, fucking laughs, and gets so close to you you can feel his breath through his balaclava on your face. you feel so warm and tense with rage and you almost miss the fluttery feeling in your lower belly.

almost.

“oh, you think you’re so fucking tough, eh? you think your actions don’t have consequences? well, princess, they do; and i don’t know why no one has taught you that lesson yet, but it looks like it’s gonna have to be me who does.” his gaze is intense, his voice low and serious. this time, you definitely don’t miss the way his words shoot directly to your core.

but you were never one to give yourself up so quickly, you wouldn’t be as highly ranked as you are if you did.

“well, lieutenant, good fucking luck,” was all you said, and you smirk. the words hang in the air for a moment, daring ghost to act. his eyes flash between yours, trying to find the last bit of control, restraint.

and the moment he sees your eyes narrow, preparing to announce your victory, his balaclava is lifted just above his mouth and his lips are on yours, swallowing the words down and taking on the challenge.

his tongue fights for dominance, tongue sliding across your lower lip, but you fight and decide to play dirty, pressing your knee against the growing bulge in his pants, causing his mouth to open in a deep moan.

your tongue is quick to find purchase inside his mouth, grabbing the back of his neck and lifting yourself onto your tippy toes.

the kiss is full and passionate and hot and you cannot get close enough to him. “take your fucking clothes off,” you practically growl with impatience and despair.

he didn’t think his cock could get any fucking harder at your words and tone in which they were spoken.

ghost didn’t say anything but pulled away shortly to unzip the many zippers and rip velcro and toss all the tactical gear on his torso onto the ground, paying careful mind to the concealed weaponry stored in secret sewn-in hiding spots.

his head is clouding, his pupils dilating as a result and he can’t recall the fleeting moments in between then and now. you’re sat on his desk, legs naked and parted and he’s lining his cock up with your entrance while your chest heaves up and down in anticipation.

as his thick cock prods your entrance, you gasp at the stretch, ghost letting out a low groan.

“so tight,” you swear you hear him mutter under his breath. his pace is relatively restrained at first, but you can tell he’s holding out on you. it’s for your sake, probably, but you just can’t help tempting him, pushing him, just to see what happens.

“that’s all you got, lieutenant? c’mon, i thought you’d be a better fuck than this,” you goad, a bit apprehensive because you’ve seen how ruthless he can be in the field, and taunting him was probably going to leave you handicapped for the next couple of days.

but you needed it. lord, you needed it.

ghost growls before suddenly pulling out of your warm walls, making you gasp at the sudden emptyness. he turns you around and bends you over the desk, quickly slamming into you and setting a merciless pace.

his gloved hands were glued to your hips, whispering all kinds of degrading things to you, and also to himself.

“dirty fucking slut. provoking me so i could fuck you hard, isn’t that right, princess? bloody brat, bet you’re just waiting for me to fill you up with my kids, eh?”

his words spurred you on and you became so fucking needy.

you’re getting so close, so fucking close, but out of the blue, he stops. you whimper at the lack of friction and beg him to keep going but he stays unmoving.

“you want it so bad? fuck yourself on this cock then, eh?” you can practically hear the fucking smirk on his face.

you whine, but need to feel your release so bad to the point where you don’t even protest, just start moving your hips back to meet his, over and over, trying to mimick the unrelenting speed he had earlier set.

he mutters “fucking hell,” under his breath before moaning, borderline whimpering, and moving his hands back to your hips to take the work off of your shoulders.

you sigh a breath of relief but it is quickly overtaken by a pornagraphic moan as you felt your release nearing.

“gonna cum? do it, fucking cum all over my dick, princess,” he’s egging you on, snaking his gloved hand around your body and onto your clit, drawing fast circles.

the moment you feel the pleasure, you clench tightly around ghosts hard member and cum all over it, your arousal causing a creamy ring to form around his base, as well as staining the cargo pants still caught around his lower thighs.

his own climax is met soon after, dumping his load inside your tight pussy.

ghost leans down, pressing his chest to your back and kissing you on the cheek.

“have you decided to lose that attitude yet?”

#kaia writes! 💌#ghost cod #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty smut #task force 141 #may or may not have gotten a bit carried away..#he’s just too delicious i cant #kaia writes ghost

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banamine-bananime · 4 months

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one thing that always perplexes me is how often i see takes on tucker where the work positions him as a great dad*, fluent in sangheili language and culture, and most of all, a great diplomat.

i'm not here to yuck anyone's yum and i, too, am absolutely transfixed and enraptured by this man's oscillation between "my one purpose in life is to constantly test the human limits of Annoyingness" and "sudden, shocking extreme competence with no warning" like a little Newton's cradle. like, i just spent 7000 words indulging myself in thinking about a version of tucker that listens a lot more to the "do whatever you gotta to protect the people you love and do what you think is right regardless of what people think" cartoon angel on his shoulder and less to the "that sounds hard i just wanna mouth off, jerk off, fuck off, and negg church" devil. i cannot throw stones and clearly i think that's a fun and valid interpretation of how his character could evolve. but evolve is the keyword there and it baffles me when this gets treated as the fact of how he immediately snapped into being as soon as he had junior, you know?

like. obviously tucker ended up doing some massively impressive shit as an ambassador in sandtrap. but that's because he wasn't being an ambassador, he was being The Final Girl in il/ct's slasher flick. getting trapped in a beseiged temple is, traghilariously, the best thing that could have happened for him in terms of being good at that job. if tucker were a pathfinder character he would have 18s in "dealing with your life suddenly being taken over by ancient alien religion bullshit", "surviving crazy shit through sheer spite and the adrenaline rush of pissing off whatever asshole has made it their life's mission to kill you this time", and "being the only person who knows what fucked up shit is going on while the rest of the bgc ignore you". he would have a 2 in "saying things that make people want to kill you LESS". de-escalation is not in this man's skillset. he cannot even handle being normal about human women. appreciating the intricacies of sangheili culture and politics, human culture and politics, and sangheili-human relations?

Tucker: People learn English all the time, it aren't that hard.

Church: Maybe you should try learning his language.

Tucker: Fuck that, we got here first, and that makes this a colony. Those're the rules, dude. Earth colony, Earth language.

Church: Tucker there's thousands of languages spoken on Earth.

Tucker: Hyeah, but only one that kicks ass. And that's the one we're teaching. English 101, remedial kick-ass.

i know this is pre-junior and doubtlessly, he is more interested in this stuff after junior (because junior's life does depend on sangheili politics and human-alien relations) and MUST be less dense about it after HAVING to do it as a job. like by osmosis at the very least something must have permeated his brain. but the gap between this^ and "knowledgeable enough to be an asset in this career, one people need at least one relevant degree for" is, uh, bigger than a few months between leaving blood gulch and being sent out to the field

sometimes i think about what a fucking trip it would be to be on the UNSC diplomatic team with tucker LMAO can you imagine how unpopular he must have been. a bunch of polisci and IR nerds like fists clenched shaking like leaves trying to restrain the urge to give this guy a swirlie because he cannot stop sounding like a fucking family guy episode while you're trying to, like, convince the warrior queen of some isolated Sangheili heretical sect to ally with the Swords of Sangheilios and the species they've been dead set on annihlating for decades. and also you know he's only an ambassador as like the weirdest most fucked up variation of a nepo baby. nepo forced interspecies religious incubator. the token chestburster virgin mary hire. the simultaneous Hatred for this guy making your job hell, the impotent rage of knowing that it is, actually, important that he be there for Symbolic reasons, and feeling sympathetic to him. you know part of why he's Like This is literally just because he's 20 and should be at the club but has had the year from hell and didn't ask for this. it's easy to forget that because he doesn't complain about any of the actually bad things that happened and just rolls with whatever crazy shit comes his way. complaining is reserved for being an annoying little bitch about petty shit.

ANYWAYS i'm not saying stop having fun with very competent versions of tucker. we're all just here to have fun. i just like what a weird combo of competent and disaster he is, as i interpret him, and i, personally, am incapable of interpreting him as being actually very good at his job as ambassador

*the only two options are not "bad dad" and "great dad". having an alien parasite non-consensually implanted in you by a manipulative fraudster to force his own involvement in a prophecy - oh and also their species is trying to exterminate yours - and going, "well, this baby didn't choose this, they're just a baby, and you know what? my baby. i love this baby unreservedly and unconditionally, fuck you." shows a capacity for love and forgiveness that's frankly fucking insane, both in the good-impressive way and the what-is-going-on-in-your-brain-and-how-did-this-kind-of-decision-making-not-get-you-killed-yet way. and tucker very clearly loves junior a lot and does his best - which, i want to reiterate, is absolutely wild considering the circumstances - but he wasn't ready for a kid, is bad at accepting responsibility especially for others, and the way that Things Never Stop Happening in his life mean he is really not very present. and it's not JUST because of things happening outside of his control - there were periods after season 8 and after season 13 he probably could have permanently reunited with junior and didn't.

#rvb #rvb tucker #lavernius tucker #fuck it we tagging this. look at my post boy.#tucker #alexa send post

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xstarlightxstarbrightx · 2 months

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Kaeya headcanons

i'm speedrunning this before work while my breakfast is cooking so BEAR WITH ME, i have SO MANY thoughts on my bbgrl

current list of h/c's: - ice skater kaeya, i will die on this hill. will have a post abt that one day b/c there's so much to it that i want to scream abt and Thoughts (tm) to be had (like him getting flustered??? OUGH i need to restrain myself) - speaking of flustered, he's really good at keeping his cool (pun fully intended, fight me) and he typically is the one who CAUSES the flustering. smooth af and KNOWS it - he likes to cause chaos and mayhem. a bit of a gremlin. mischievous man. perhaps a tad prankster in his bones. playful teasing bastard and has a lot of fun w/ it. - cold hands. nothing more. - when push comes to shove, Kaeya's the guy w/ the plan. like genuinely he's incredibly strategic and has the main plan, and like two or three back up plans. it's not even like an anxiety thing he just wants to be prepared, and he makes them up pretty last minute. - he's kind of an assassin-style character, y'know? not as much of a main fighter as he is a sneaky backstabber. roguish and charming but can and will yeet u type deal right??? - LOYAL to a GODDAMN FAULT. i TRULY believe this man's loyalty is unshakeable. like he'd do anything to the people he cherishes the most. and if he perceives u as a threat??? a threat to the things he cares about?????? ur on the list now and there's no escape. - incredibly perceptive! like he's really good at getting information from people already, but i feel like that just makes it a lot easier for him to notice when Something Is Up. it's hard to catch him unawares. - kaeya's great and i love him but he doesn't love himself and i'm sorry this man definitely feels like he's got really bad self esteem. Like he KNOWS he can get shit done, but he has a hard time believing that anyone likes him and probably has trust issues b/c of it. - i also feel like he doesn't like the spotlight? like specifically Kaeya; if he needs to put on a persona for the spotlight, it doesn't phase him bc he's good at hiding behind a persona. but the moment Actual Kaeya gets spotlight he's like a bit of a mess and nervous and would just rathe people enjoy themselves. essentially just doesn't want the spotlight. - abandonment issues. i don't need to explain this one. - kaeya puts on the air of an anti-hero but he's a quiet paragon himself. literally helps people out of habit and while he jokes abt it he doesn't actually expect anything in return and literally forgets he helped ppl bc it's just so engrained in his brain. - epitome of "sorry i had feelings, i'll replace em w/ jokes right away" - not the best cook tbh? like he can make some GOOD snacks (chicken mushroom skewers, a fried egg, simple stuff like that) but ask him to cook actual meals and he's at a loss for food prep and has no idea how to time everything in the dish. - emotionally available but only for other ppl. cannot and will not express his own emotions bc of aforementioned anxieties; but u wanna talk to him abt shit? he's all ears and will comfort u like a bbgrl. - this is less of a h/c but actually canon, and that's just that Kaeya's lonely. i genuinely think he wants to be around ppl but he feels like they wouldn't like the real him :(( - on that note, i WILL say that, despite his playfulness, this man is a romantic at heart??? like he probably LOVES poetry and writing and music, and the only reason he makes light of it is b/c he thinks it's funny and also to make people underestimate him. he would probably die for the opera performances in Fontaine tbh. OKAY,,, i've gotta hurry up and wrap this post bc i have work soon but please here thank u this is my bbgrl kaeya i love him so much. he has been in my main party since day one and like i'm beyond attached to this lil shit, like PLEASE HIS VOICELINES ARE SO GOOD. i will talk more abt my kaelumi h/c's and explain how things go in my "canon", b/c i'm trying to go in order of how all the poly met each other. WHICH means that Zhongli's next!!! b/c ofc i'm going to scream abt him, my friend's playing his archon quest and letting me watch it again and i'm taking so many notes its not even FUNNY.

#kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya headcanons #my lil mondstadt bbgrl #i am obsessed with him #like he's so cute #i cannot fathom disliking him #its ok if u do tho #i aint gonna judge #he's sassy and not everyone likes sassy #but i do #i like it a lot #i like him a lot #i think abt him a normal amount #totally normal thoughts

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tanya-ch · 7 months

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Yandere Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Chuuya Nakahara

You are 16 years old.

!You are not an esper!

You became another assistant to Ryunosuke, which Chuuya was not very happy about.

Although I’m already getting ahead of myself a little, when you just took a place in the “family” at the mafia port, Chuya didn’t care about you. But when he saw how Ryunosuke treated you and how you treated him... he wanted to talk to you. Something incomprehensible in his head made him empathize with you, and yes, when you first met, he really only wanted to help and protect you, not noticing how empathy turns into a desire to control, and simple observation of your work into stalking. But Akutagawa doesn’t for a long time treated you with hostility and disregard for your life. In the first months, he snapped at you like you were at Higuchi, if not worse. He didn’t want to accept you and your strength, your importance. But after he saw your devastated face, as if your teenage, fragile psyche was really hurt by these words and actions of Ryunosuke. He seemed to feel disgusted with himself..? Yes, he really thought a lot about the fact that he was doing something wrong. But why, you’re just some kind of newbie, even without a gift... After that, he began to treat you a little better, began to maintain a conversation consisting of more than two words. He began to look at you more, examining you intently. Oh, what a fool he was, with with a heaviness in his soul, he admitted. It was he who was wrong, it was his fault that he didn’t notice your grace and perfection earlier. But he won’t tell you about it, he won’t even apologize anymore. Taking the tactic of smoothly becoming friends, and then something more, though when this moment in your relationship happens, you will probably no longer work in the mafia, still he has a chance, because besides him you have no one, right..? Sensing that he noticed that Akutagawa has become a little softer towards you, at first he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he realized that the owner of rasshamon is not just interested in you, but somehow obsessively wants to own you. How dare he? Just recently he insulted you to your face, and now he’s making a dick about who you know and trying to bossing you around when it’s not your job!? Well, no, Nakahara won’t tolerate this, it seems someone is waiting for a serious conversation.

-Gh, do you have any feelings for y/n that are not related to work?

Nakahara hissed, leaning against the wall and clenching his fists.

- Chuuya-san, why are you worried?

A dozen bullets flew near Akutagawa, which were extremely close to him, but despite such a statement, he did not stop going home, leaving Chuuya behind, who nervously hit the wall with his hand, so he would have liked to kill the owner of the rasshamon now, but he restrained himself. maybe...just try to come to an agreement?

I think they would share you well.) Although, despite the fact that Ryunosuke treats you more softly, sometimes in a fit of anger or jealousy, he inflicts serious injuries on you, fractures, dislocations and hematomas, very often accompany you. Which Nakahara does not like at all, but most of the time, he is busy and cannot be with you, which he really regrets. Also, gritting his teeth, he allowed Akutagawa to take you to live with him. Still, he has less time to look after you.. And this is a huge minus. I can also point out that Chuuya is more jealous of you and your attention from others than he controls every aspect of your life. Unlike Akutagawa, who is obsessed with directing your every action. And when he hurts you, he does not feel no pity, no guilt. After all, this time, you got into trouble yourself, but still treats you, because he wants you to live. Sensing, he doesn’t punish you often, I think he has more patience than Ryunosuke. But still they united by one thing, love for you.

-Y/n, why are you spending so much time on that guy? You don’t know him well, what if he’s not who he says he is? Or should I now accompany you everywhere?

Chuuya said, patting you on the shoulder, in fact, he wouldn’t mind being with you 24/7.

-Nakahara-san is right, y/n, you need to stick to the social circle I told you about, do you understand?

Akutagawa said, kneeling in front of you, treating another scratch on his leg, which he himself had placed there. And after looking at you with a stern look, he kissed the back of your hand, after all, you didn’t commit such a crime, and you shouldn’t even restrain your craving to touch you, he is not going to.

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Result: 740 words, how do you like it?And forgive me if there are mistakes here.

#yandere love #yandere bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou gay dogs #yandere #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #gn reader #chuuya nakahara #port mafia #akutagawa ryuunosuke #obsession #tw kidnapping

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coredrill · 1 month

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as foretold, bang brave bang bravern was crazy good this week

it's just. gosh. for as much as i talk abt bravern being unhinged the fact of the matter is that it is actually SO restrained. ESPECIALLY for something in a medium that is already a little self-indulgent and referential. like for all of bravern himself's clear love for mecha there have been so few explicit references to other shows? and then this ep had so fucking many - ttgl (which - fucking hilarious to use it against a character KONISHI is voicing and then have that DD be fucking useless except for wanting to see some cool fights LSKDJFH) and flcl and symmetrical docking and rider kick and jeeg and gundam and the fuckin uhhhhhhhh exkaiser i think but i dont remember for sure its the same one that showed up in the earlier fight w superbia too. like w the other mecha on the roof framing. and probably about thirty more that i'm for sure missing or not recognizing or forgetting ON TOP OF all the obari posing and punching which have been sneaking into the visuals before this - but it was all for the purpose of having us watch this hype battle and get all excited to make the ending hit THAT much harder. and holding off the first gattai until episode NINE???? the thing we're all expecting to happen at any fucking moment, because there was no way that the souls of isami and bravern could've combined and actually resonated for a true gattai until that point????? like it's ALL in service of the story rather than wow cool robot even tho it IS a pretty damn cool robot. this show makes me feel like i did my homework and i'm acing the test AND I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THAT MUCH MECHA TBH. LMFAO. all the "who is this show even FOR (eyeroll emoji)" comments back in like ep2 get funnier every week bc bravern knows its audience like the back of its hand and it gets clearer and clearer every week that its execution is fucking razor sharp. this show is SO SUCKING GOOD and I LOVE IT. that was supposed to say fucking good but sucking works too

the fucking NOISE superbia makes when bravern is like "don't u want to fight me when i'm EVEN STRONGER" took me the FUCK out

[gets beer sponsorship] [makes Consumption Of Food And Drink a tether point to Humanity] [out-cooks the cooking show] i'm gonna buy more kona beer (<- fucking hates beer)

fish jumpscare !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i honestly don't think i've seen any anime with a fucking ED DROP before. lmfao

lewis smith. you want so badly to be the protagonist. to be the rival. to be the one who dies to motivate the hero. to be the MECHA ITSELF. and yet you are the love interest!!! you are GOING to be saved whether you want it or not!!! you ARE rain mikamura. you ARE the heroine. Let Isami Save You. you've got a family of people who fuck with time in different and fun ways to save each other and its his turn now whether you like it or not!!!!!!!!

he rly did put that mask back on right before he died…………..subtext, cowards, so on and so forth

thanks bravern for inventing gay ppl. was surprised to get a literal love confession AND an almost-kiss here but tbh at this point i think isami could use a good old-fashioned hug more than anything else. like one of those that cracks his spine. poor baby rice cracker is goin thru it LMAO. also i keep calling isami baby rice cracker and i cannot stop myself anymore………..baby rice cracker…………

me after saying every week that this show has done something to my brain "guys i think this show has done something to my brain"

wow this post is allover the place moreso than usual. like i said earlier this ep was so fucking DENSE and GOOD that i'm gonna need some time to process All That. gosh. [bravern voice] BRAAAAAAVEEEERN!!!!!!!!!!!

#a: bravern #bravern spoilers #t.bbbb

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marierg · 3 months

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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness pt.4

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: (IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD PLACE MENTALLY DO NOT READ THIS PART!!!!!!!!) ANGST!!! Depictions of induced (reference Sith induced horror and mind shards) PTSD flashbacks, death, injury, near death, threatened death, battle scenes, blood, pain, regret, longing, anger, self loathing, foul language, SNAKES!.... Yeah if I missed anything let me know. Needless to say not light reading.... (Why'd it have to be snakes!)

note: if Italic indicates mental telepathy etc.

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas!!!! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

Ok folks I will fully admit this one has been taking quite a while to cook because well... It took a hell of a lot out of me to do this one. I wanted it done just so and I didn't want to let it out to the tumblr verse otherwise. AGAIN please heed the warnings!!!!

Yes our reader is a badass (Her master is Mace frickin' Windu!) but even she ain't enough to take on a Sith. I also will reiterate that I believe that there are limitations to all force abilities.

If you have never seen Sir Christopher Lee fence in other films (actual swordsman really!) go watch some of his other works, they are amazing! I referenced the 1970's four musketeers specifically for the fight here, lot of fencing terms are used.

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Dooku had always favored games of strategy as a child. Dejarik, Nexu and Hounds, Weiduk were all child's play compared to his game board now. It had been a long strategy, years of moving all of his pieces into play and now... now was the time to finally begin his endgame. Every forfeit and feign leading to this point.

“Senator Amidala won't you have a seat.”

Dooku observed as the Geonosian guards brought the young Senator and her companion roughly to the table. He restrained his annoyance at their... crude method of capture. Fortunately Fett had stepped in and salvaged the situation. Viceroy Gunray may want the woman dead, but she still held value. Killing was often the simplest answer to a problem, but it may not yet be the correct one. Patience often yielding the better option in any given situation. Given the difficulty of her capture he could see why she was a useful thorn in his Master's side.

Padme stared dispassionately at the Count, “I am here to discuss the Jedi Knights in your custody. If they are released immediately I am willing to overlook the assault of myself and Jedi Skywalker.”

“I'm not.” Anakin muttered under his breath.

“I'm afraid that I cannot allow that. You see Masters Kenobi and L/n have been convicted of espionage and sentenced to execution.” Dooku watched the young woman's face turn pale, her young protector closing rank behind her. The boy held his temper, but Dooku could feel it simmer just below the surface.

How very interesting...

“They're representatives of the Republic on an investigatory mission. You of all people should recognize that.” Padme gripped into the arms of the chair to ground her emotions. The Count pursed his lips and tilted his head sympathetically, but there was no honesty to the gesture.

“We do not recognize the Republic here, but if Naboo were to join our alliance,” Dooku's lips turned up in a kind façade, “I would gladly hear your petition for clemency.”

“And sacrifice my peoples rights to your charlatan council, I think not.” Padme's voice dripped venom, well remembering the causalities of the Trade Federation Blockade. “This anarchy must end Count, release the Jedi and I will see to it that you have appropriate representation when you are brought to trial.”

“A very kind offer Senator Amidala, but not one I think that you will be able to deliver on,” Dooku laughed in his chest. The girl still thought she could win, how quaint. Ah to have that youth and the ideals that once came with it. Dooku knew the true power and way of the galaxy that only came with age, it was a shame that this young woman would not live long enough to see for herself. “I'm afraid that given your own activities here, you and your Jedi compatriot have been found guilty of the same charges. I'm so very sorry my dear.”

Jango watched as the prisoners were led away, a dark feeling settling over him. The Jedi welp wouldn't have come on his own and that meant that there would be more on the way. Starting a war was a messy business, fighting one was not in the contract. Keeping a casual air he moved to speak with Tyranus. “I've been contacted about a bounty near Concord Dawn. I should leave within the hour, if I'm finished here that is.”

Dooku glanced at the hunter, feeling the unease in him though he hid it quite well. Fett would never be foolish enough to defy him, but he was just smart enough to see the likely trouble coming. Smiling at the man he rose, walking towards the hallway. It would be easy enough to let the hunter go about his business, but if Fett was uneasy then it was all the more reason to keep him close. “Of course my friend, I would never want to interfere in your dealings. I had hoped that you would join us for the execution, after all Boba seemed very excited when the entertainment was being brought in earlier. But if you must go...”

“It would be rude not to accept,” Jango kept his tone light, uncaring. He could see the man was testing him. He was a cagey one Tyranus, but not the first that Jango had delt with. Raising an amused brow at the older man he gave a half smirk, “Wouldn't want to disappoint the boy.”

Dooku smiled back, “Of course not.”

Of all the ways that you thought that you would die a gladiator arena hadn't even made the top ten. Your personal hope had been a clean death, nice and quick. Or maybe in your sleep. But as the chariot carrying you and Obi Wan approached the columns, seeing the deep tooth and claw gashes, cold dread washed over you. Dying wasn't frightening to you, but the thought of seeing Obi Wan suffer because of your failure... it was your very worst nightmare. Grasping at straws you fell back to dark humor, “Well at least the sun's shining.”

“A better show for our hosts I imagine,” Obi Wan gazed at you, sarcastic smile quirking up.

You snorted, “Glad to see you're optimistic at least.”

Obi Wan knew that tone, the resigned look. He had long prayed to not see it again, yet he too knew the grim reality of their situation. If by some miracle Anakin had sent the message on, a rescue may not reach the two of you in time. If escape were to happen it would be on their own skill to do so. “Just remember the plan and stay close, together or not at all wee one.”

“First round at Maffa's is on me.” Shaking your head and taking a deep breath you tried to smile.

“This day is not our end Y/n, I promise.”

As the guards finished securing your hands to the post you couldn't help the bitter tone of your reply, “Don't make promises you can't keep.”

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The ship had dropped the rescue team as close as possible without being detected. It had taken considerable patience and negotiation to keep the civilian crew from joining the Jedi, one in particular had tested Mace's will. He had finally pulled Yalvaberg to the side, explaining that if the situation turned truly south that he was relying on her and the others to get them out quickly.

The girl had argued, yelled, begged to go. In the end Mace had asked her what you would do. It was a testament really, the loyalty and care of the gathered rag tag group. Glitch had handed him a comm and then squeezed his hand around it tightly, bidding her gods to guide them. Her last words to him and the others echoed in his ears even in the catacomb halls.

“Victory or Valhalla.”

Anakin's emotions swirled about him like a raging torrent. Despair, anger, hopelessness, and disappointment kept barely contained. He had failed his mother, he had failed his Masters, and now he was about to fail the woman he loved. It wouldn't even matter that she could not love him back, but that they would die together because he couldn't follow a simple order.

He felt so kriffing useless.

Anakin tried to find the calm within as you had taught him, to make peace with himself on the walk to the staging area. As Master Obi Wan often reminded him, in failure there is opportunity and from opportunity victory can yet be achieved.

“I'm sorry Anakin, I should have listened to you.” Padme swallowed as the guilt rose. Her hubris had led to this, thinking that these demagogues could be reasoned with.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Padme.”

“Yes I do,” She pursed her lips desperately trying to find the words.

Anakin glanced at her drawn face, finding the focus that he so needed. He would get Padme to safety even if it killed him. Putting on a confident face he tried to give her a reassuring look. “Don't be afraid.”

“Oh Anakin... I'm not afraid to die.” Padme shook her head with a somber grimace. “I've been dying a little every day since you came back into my life.”

Anakin winced, “What are you saying?”

She couldn't lie any longer, not to him and not to herself. If one could not be truthful in the face of death then how could they hope to see the other side of creation. Padme looked into those blue eyes, begging forgiveness for the deceit. “I love you.”

“You love me?” It was as if the whole of the Force had calmed his turmoil at her words. Anakin wanted to whoop and crush her to himself, but the shackles not withstanding he was still hesitant. He could feel the roll of her emotions within and as badly as he wished to believe Padme, Anakin remembered the bitter sting of her words from a few nights before. “I thought we decided not to fall in love. That we would be forced to live a lie... That it would destroy us.”

“Our lives are about to be destroyed anyway.” Turning as best the restrains would allow, Padme let go of her control. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her voice trembled, “I know how I feel for you. As much as my mind begs me to stop, my heart won't obey. The moment that I saw you again I felt whole, not knowing that I was incomplete.”

“Padme I...” Anakin tried to reach for her, to reassure and comfort. He cursed and struggled against the chains.

“Ani please,” pressing her shoulder to his, Padme huffed a breath out, “I cannot control this love for you and I don't wish to anymore. I truly, deeply love you Anakin Skywalker.”

Anakin moved, desperately stretching to finally kiss her. Unable to do more than give the lightest pressure, he tried to put every bit of what he felt into the gentle melding. For once he dropped his own walls, wanting to feel more than just this sweet affection. The dazzling way her signature flickered as they kissed, the heat that rose in her cheeks. If Anakin could freeze time he would have this moment last forever.

It was a bittersweet kiss of love and regret, of time squandered. Maker he wished that she had simply told him the truth before now. He wanted to be upset with her, but the salt of her tears easily swept that away. Anakin would move the orbits of the stars to never see Padme cry again. Feeling the stutter in her breathing he tried to find the words to say. “My heart has always been yours my angel. When we get out of this...”

“Anakin.”

“WHEN we get out of this I will show you just how much I love you.” He kissed her again before she could speak. He wished he could stop the wheels of the chariot, to beg the galaxy a few moments more. Their lips parting as the vehicle exited the portal, Anakin's resolve was firm. The two of them would survive this. Padme loved him and he would not lose her now.

Not today nor any other.

Obi Wan shouldn't have been surprised to see his wayward Padawan, he shouldn't be surprised to see the Senator with him. None of that kept his temper from flaring the minute the two were transferred from the chariot and chained to the posts with the two of you. “I was beginning to wonder if you gotten our message.”

“We re transmitted it just like you asked,” Anakin replied with a forced an easy tone, “Then we came to rescue you two.”

Obi Wan glanced at the shackles on all four posts then back to Anakin, “Good job.”

“Padme, what happened?” Glancing to the younger woman you saw her face fall and felt a coldness within Anakin. “She's gone isn't she.”

“Now's not the time wee one, focus.” He narrowed his eyes at the far portal. “I do believe that the executioners have arrived.”

“I have a very bad feeling about this,” Anakin's stomach dropped.

The karks had chosen well. You watched as the Acklay, Nexu and Reek started stalking towards the posts. There was also movement below the sand, something causing a wavy movement in the grains. Whatever it was headed towards your post, hidden below the surface. “Yeah no kidding.”

“Just relax, concentrate.” Obi Wan bit out, surveying the area, “Try to get yourself free.”

Closing your eyes to focus on the shackle lock the danger crept ever near. The cuffs loosened finally, just enough that you could squeeze one hand out. Glancing at Padme you saw her already climbing the post. Copying the strategy you began your ascent when the pillar shook, almost knocking you to the ground.

Glancing down you saw as the triangular head of the creature emerged from the sands. Green and orange scales shimmering as the fans and spines on its back sprang out, serpentine figure rising to a staggering height. Using the Force you pulled yourself up the pole glancing down at the beast. “What in the ever loving kark?!”

“Stay away from it!” Padme screamed as she hit the pouncing Nexu with the chain again. “A Rawl, very dangerous.”

“No kidding,” you snarked back. Free of the last cuff you searched through your robes. The dagger wasn't very large but it was better than nothing. If you made it out of this you would owe the Hunter a great favor. Taking a swing you cut at the serpents nose as it came close to strike. Laughable attempt really, the creature could have used it as a toothpick after consuming you.

Gunray and the others were distracted by the spectacle as was Boba, who practically leaned over the parapet of the box for a better view. Jango had told the boy to be on the alert, his sense of unease was building. Dooku was chatting with his council as though this were a speeder race and not four beings fighting for their lives. The prisoners were doing well actually, Jango had to give credit to them. Sparing a glance in your direction he saw the concentrated look and then a faint smile.

Obi Wan was still trying to deal with the Acklay, his attempt at spearing the creature only resulted in angering it further. Anakin was having better luck with the Reek and the Nexu was now neutralized. Two down but where were you? Then he heard it, the joyous cheering in the crowd and Anakin's pain ripping through the Force. Glancing up he saw just as your boot disappeared down the serpent's maw. “No!”

Anakin charged with the reek crushing the Acklay and retrieving Obi Wan. Then the Rawl slithered towards all of them. Padme held onto him tightly as the creature reared up readying to strike again. Anakin squeezed her arm, “Don't look angel.”

But the creature stopped. Pausing mid slither, beginning to writhe.

Hacking and sputtering unable to draw breath the beast let out a series of angry hisses. Shaking its head and straightening up before a large wound began bursting from just below it's neck. It fell dead to the ground as the wound got larger, blood and viscera spilling on the sand. Then a hand poked out.

“Uh, Obi Boy if you aren't too busy out there... A LITTLE HELP!”

“Wee One!” Jumping down, Obi Wan reached through the mess to pull you up. Hugging you to his chest in relief he wanted to yell at you for scaring five years off his life. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today, because you are absolutely resplendent.”

Glancing at the approaching destroyer droids you gave him a quick hug back. “Later sweet man, escape first.”

Dooku felt the stirring in the Force before he heard the lightsaber ignite. Turning he was not at all surprised to see the glaring Head of the Jedi Counci. “Master Windu, how pleasant of you to join us.”

Jango glowered at the Jetii. He knew he should have left when he had the chance. Waiving at his son, Jango didn't want him getting mix in this. “Udesii Boba, Pare!”

Mace narrowed his eyes at the former Jedi. An enemy who had tried to kill his Padawan and grand Padawan. The righteous need to see the man brought to justice nearly clouding his better judgment. Still the disdain rolled through him and took hold in his voice, “This party's over.”

Multiple Jedi began to emerge around the arena, moving quickly to the four prisoners aid. Dooku grinned, how very noble... and predictable. Subtle amusement showed in his tone, “Brave, but futile my old Jedi friend. You're impossibly outnumbered.”

Mace heard the clanking of the droids coming. Glaring at his former college, pure venom in his words, “We'll see about that.”

Jango set loose his flamethrower just as the droids had the Knight distracted. He fell over the parapet but landed on his feet. Another appeared trying to cut down Tyranus, a few shots took care of that one well enough. His boss nodded thanks as Jango reholstered his blaster. Turning to his son he pulled the boy into the vom, “Boba get down to the ship and get ready for take off. Stay hidden and stay away from the fight.”

“But Dad!”

“No buts son, now go.” The boy ran down the corridor, pausing to look back at him. “Go on Boba, I'll be there shortly.”

The arena blurred as the Jedi charged to meet the droid army. You lose sight of Obi Wan and Anakin. The Geonosians bring in sonic cannons blasting indiscriminately, bodies and debris flying everywhere. All around there was pain and death rippling in the Force. No time to think, only to act. Your temper rose unbridled at the suffering surrounding you. Anger boiling over for the Knights and Padawans dying and injured.

Anger at Dooku for his betrayal.

Most of all anger at yourself.

For being too weak, for getting caught...

Reaching out to lift the crumbled column pieces and you began to fling them at the droids. No where to run, no where to hide for either side. Over and over, block after block you crush your opponents. “Come on you pieces of mechanical crap!”

You loosing the rocks across the floor of the arena, bringing others up to help deflect bolts meant for you and your comrades. Shots whiz past your head and you know at some point you will be hit. But there's just no time to be afraid and you are well acquainted with pain already. A steady presence in the Force draws near, like a warm blanket in the cold of a storm, calm and anchoring.

“Young Y/n.” The familiar modulated voice of Master Plo Koon floats through the air. The old Kel Doran stood beside you, surveying at the battle and he starts to direct your shots. “Aim for those cannons.”

Giving a nod you close your eyes in concentration, willing the Force to raise the largest of the pieces to the air. You channel everything you have into rocketing the marble chunk into the weapon. It explodes in fantastic fashion and you raise another to careen into one of the portal entries, blocking it so more droids cannot enter there.

“Well done,” Plo continues to deflect bolts as you work at the stone. The older Jedi knows though that their small group is being herded to a kill zone. He has fought many wars, knows that their position is untenable. “We need to evacuate.”

“Wounded to the middle, form up!” You cried out above the din. Looking around you feel your heart clench. So many dead Jedi, so many wounded, and for what? You had all fallen into Dooku's trap.

You looked to the senior Jedi around you, “What do we do?”

The booming voice of the Count echoed through the arena, “You have fought valiantly Masters, worthy of recognition in the Historical Archives...”

This was all your fault... this was all your fault... if you hadn't been caught!

The guilt races through you like a raging river to swallow you whole. But a hand gently grips your shoulder, one that has never really left you. Glancing up to Master Windu you can see that even in the face of disaster he will never yield. No, even if it were only him left, Master Windu would never cede the field of battle to the enemy. He squeezed and a calm settled over you once more and that very first lesson ran through your mind, “Not Today.”

“...But now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared.” Dooku looked down imperiously upon the rabble below. They were foolish and idealistic as he had once been, never seeing the true power at work. Still they would serve their purpose in the grander plan, for the future his Master so desired. An offered sacrifice for the grander glory of the galaxy.

Order from chaos.

“We will not be hostages for you to barter Dooku!” Mace kept his temper and emotions barely in check. Glancing to the sky he prayed that the signal had worked. Just a few minutes more.

“Then I'm sorry old friend.” Dooku raised his hand ready to give the order to fire.

“I love you Obi Wan.” Closing your eyes you reached your signature to his, holding tight. You glanced at your apprentice, “Anakin it has been my honor to be your Master.”

Obi Wan glanced to you, readying for the fight. “I love you Y/n.”

Just as you were sure that the droids would start to fire there was a rumble through the air.

Padme glanced up, “LOOK!”

“Listen you armored pain in the ass, I don't give a Kark! Just get us down there and stay outta my way!” Glitch's temper reigned. She would not lose you or the other two space wizards that had become as close as family. She'd fight and die if it was called for. “And give me that thing, you'll hurt yourself.”

Deek saw the girl take hold of the Z-6 as if it weren't twice her size and could knock her square to the ground. “Damn it Glitch our objective is the wounded! Stick to the Maker damned plan!”

“Fine!” Glitch held fast to the cannon, “Oiy bucket brigade, make sure we got all the wounded on board before we lift.”

“Maker Kriffing Damn it to Hell Glitch!” If Deek wasn't flying the bird he'd kick her ass.

The troopers were also less than pleased by the woman's antics, “Ma'am it would be better...”

“Kark better!” The ship made a sharp descent and the mad woman gave a sheik. “The gods smile and fly with us today. Now get those wounded aboard and let a Valkar fight.”

The gunships began to circle around the Jedi as the droids began their assault again. You could hear a faint familiar tune and saw the nose art on the little bird as it came around. Looking over at Master Windu your face was incredulous, “You didn't?!”

He shrugged, “They insisted.”

Shaking your head you could hear the high pitched cackle above the din, “Glitch?!”

Mace shook his head as the two of you worked in tandem to block more shots from the droids. “She was quite insistent.”

On another transport Master Yoda directed the inbound craft. He had seen many battles but this, this was murder most cruel. His own apprentice, a boy he had taught and mentored, had caused such destruction. And now it fell to this weary Master to set things to right. First by recovering his knights. “Around the survivors a perimeter create.”

The old Jedi would give these clones credit, they were fine soldiers. The gunners coordinating their fire to take out whole swathes of battle droids. Upon landing the troopers instantly took up positions so that the Jedi could quickly evacuate. Yoda's heart broke at the sight of so few left.

The troopers started to grab the wounded from the arena floor, able bodied Jedi also moving to cover them. A cry familiar and haunting rose through the air sending a chill down your spine. Glitch had let loose such cry on one other occasion, on Norte. She gave it now as you watched her blast into the droids with her rifle. A bone chilling and ancient sound, the cry to war for her people. You shook yourself and organized the wounded onto the craft. “Deek get the wounded out of here!”

“Not without you and Glitch!” The old pilot's face was anguished at the thought of not taking you back. He had made that mistake once and dank ferrik he would not do it again! His heart couldn't bear the thought.

You felt the fear within him. You'd had this conversation many many times. At the end of the day, the needs of the many outweighed anything else. Looking at him softly, knowing that you needed to be strong for your friend, you gave the slightest push with the Force. “We'll get another one. I'll meet you on the flight deck old man.”

“Good Hunting.” There were tears in the old pilot's eyes as he lifted off. He knew you were right, that the troopers and the wounded Jedi on this craft needed him to fly. Deek prayed to whoever was listening, “Please not again, please bring them back.”

There was little time left and none for hesitation. Running across the sand you grabbed Glitch by the scruff of the neck, “MOVE IT YALVABEG! ASSHOLES AND ELBOWS, WE ARE LEAVING!”

Glitch turned to you with a smirk even as she surveyed the area one last time. “Boss you never let me have any fun!”

“Kid I swear I'm gonna refer you to psych again!” Both of you dove into the last transport with Masters' Yoda and Windu. The LA-AT was no little bird, rising so quickly you could feel the fillings in your teeth being pulled by the G forces.

Glitch did a double take looking a the small green being next to her. “Oh, hello again little boss!”

You chuckled to the unamused, bewildered looks from Masters Mundi and Plo. “Glitch focus, need you on the door gun.”

"Yeah yeah yeah. So bossy!" The young woman stuck her tongue out at you even as she took up the position, “You know you're getting boring in your old age.”

“Smartass!” You gave her a playful kick as the ship made another sharp turn and began taking fire. “Shit, hold on!”

“If Dooku escapes, rally more systems to his cause he will.” Master Yoda accidentally clacked his staff on Glitch's foot startling her. “Apologies young one.”

“Not at all Sir.” Glitch couldn't help to like this little fellow, he was calm and confident in command. Wise and not arrogant, reminded her of someone very dear. “You have a mighty heart little Master, Gods be at your side.”

“My ally is the Force, but all assistance will we accept.”

“Where will Dooku go?” Glancing to your own master, “How do we hunt him to ground?”

“I have a feeling that our adversary will make his presence known in time.” Mace gazed upon the battle in progress around them, control of the ground needed to be reestablished if there was to be any hope of victory. “Pilot land at that forward assembly area. Y/n, stay with Master Yoda and track down Dooku.”

Ships were being blasted out of the sky around you and though you could feel Obi Wan and Anakin you weren't sure where they had gone. Looking at your Master, you gave a quick nod. “Yes Sir.”

“Holy Shit! The boss lady listens to somebody?” Glitch winked at Master Yoda, who gave a restrained laugh of his own.

“Pot and Kettle,” Rolling your eyes the LA-AT as it took off for the forward observation post. Upon arrival there was a static transmission from one of the other ships, Dooku had been spotted and they were in pursuit. Commandeering a speeder, you prayed the Force you were fast enough. “Glitch, stay with Master Yoda.”

“No, I'm going with you! We just saved your ass no way are you...”

“Damn it Glitch,” Glaring at the girl you clutched her shoulders in frustration, “I cannot lose any more of them or you.”

Glitch had tears in her eyes silently begging you to take her too.

“Protect them for me, please.” Pleading with the young woman, you needed her safe.

“Y/n, don't.” Glitch so rarely called you by name, always Boss. Some part of her wanted to keep you all at a distance, didn't want that pain again if she lost another friend. But that would be a disrespect to all you had done and how close you'd grown. “I can help, please!”

“You are Tyra,” tucking a stray hair behind her ear, you climbed on the speeder bike. “Listen to Master Yoda as you would me. It'll be alright.”

Yoda watched as you departed, coming to take Glitches hand, “Come my young friend, your wisdom and strength do I require.”

“I doubt there's anything that I have to offer you sir.” Glitch laughed bitterly.

Yoda hummed, “A different foe have I for you, one of greater importance. Come.”

“I don't care, land the ship!” Anakin's mind screamed at the sight of Padme laying motionless on the sand.

“Anakin I need you, come to your senses!” Obi Wan pleaded with the boy. Stars knew he understood better than anyone, seeing the woman he loved injured and thought killed. He knew the gut churning pain, but he also knew his duty. That as badly as it hurt there was a job to do. “What would Padme do were she in your place? What would Y/n do if it were us?”

Anakin searched the Force for his angel, she was alive. Maker he wanted nothing more than to go to her but as Obi Wan's questions sank in he also knew that answer. As hard as the truth was, as harsh as the situation was he would not make the same mistake twice in a day. Scrunching his face in frustration and anguish he looked to Master Obi Wan.

“They would do their duty,” Taking a deep breath Anakin tried to focus, “I'm sorry Master...”

“It's alright, calm yourself.” Obi Wan reached over to squeeze the boy's shoulder. “When this is over I owe you a long talk and a strong cup of tea.”

The craft dropped them on the landing platform, exploding almost immediately as it pulled away. Anakin's eyes went wide as yet three more lives flickered and faded into the greater Force. Why must death be so cruel, why? But there was no time to contemplate such things as he and Master Obi Wan ran into the cavern.

Malevolence enveloped them almost immediately, the air growing thicker the closer they drew. Dooku stood at the controller with his back turned, uncaring that he was trapped with the two Jedi. Anger and grief rolled through Anakin once more, his tone graveled and angry, “You're going to pay for all the Jedi you killed to day.”

Dooku turned slowly to regard the welp, scrawny and overconfident. All the arrogance to befit the grand Padawan of Windu and Dalincort. He gave the two a sickening smile, “And I presume that you have claimed the honor of bringing me to justice... youngling.”

“We'll take him together,” Obi Wan could see that Dooku was attempting to draw Anakin into the fight alone, “You go around...”

Anakin saw the sneer on the old man's face, remembered how he watched as the Jedi were slaughtered in the arena. Then the bastard started to laugh, LAUGH!

Anakin was done being patient. “I'll take him NOW!”

You could hear fighting the minute the speeder landed on the pad. The very air hung heavy; darkness, pain, anger... Hate. Running as though the hounds of perdition were upon you, stomach dropping to your boots. Obi Wan was sprawled on the floor in pain, Dooku had wounded him. Anakin was battling the old saber master, but it was obvious that the Count was toying with the young man. Blocking and parrying several over powered strikes Dooku made his move, turning and efficiently amputated Anakin's arm.

“NO!!!” you screamed.

Dooku grinned, extending his hand to fling the foolish boy across the room. The boy landed at Kenobi's feet with a pained whimper. He would have relished in the sight of his victory more if it weren't for several rocks that came flying at him. Deflecting them away with a brush of his hand, Dooku finally acknowledged your presence. “I see that Windu send his little pet after me.”

“Get. Away. From. My. FAMILY!” Biting out the words you couldn't care to cover the fury in your voice. Extending your arm you pulled the injured men closer to the entrance. The air practically crackled around you, pebbles floated and clattered from your rage.

He had injured Obi Wan....

he had cut off Anakin's arm...

he had killed so many good Jedi today...

“Young y/n, perhaps it's time for another lesson?” Dooku taunted you, tutting under his breath with a sly grin. “Then again you always were a poor student.”

There was a moment where Anakin looked up and he didn't recognize the woman striding across the room. Logically he could see that it was you, but it was as though your body had been possessed by a foreign spirit. A cold dead look of fury... it was terrifying. “Master?”

“Y/n,” Obi Wan tried to reach out to you but your walls were firmly in place. A shot of dread ran through him, bile rising. He had not been present when you had killed the Neimoidian, but he well remembered the fight against the cartel on Talenza. That same detached look, clinical almost if not for the anger in your eyes. Merciful light protect you, “Wee one...”

“I will not let you kill another Jedi today Dooku.” Without turning, moving only to raise your hand catching the saber hilt as it rocketed into your grip from the floor, you glared down the former Master. These feelings within were beyond anger or disgust or sorrow. When you looked at the man you felt nothing, seeing only the shadow of evil that was trying to destroy all around you. A cancer that needed to be excised. Raising your blade you coolly addressed the debauched soul, “Surrender old man.”

“We both know that I won't come willingly.” Dooku threw your own words at you. He couldn't help to admire the tenacity, foolish as it was, “You're outmatched girl.”

Your feet shifted to a starting position, “I have all that I require.”

“So very naïve,” Dooku gazed haughtily at you. “It appears then that this lesson is over due.”

You didn't reply, twirling the blade raising it to ready. There was no urgency in your step, nor stiffness to your body. Slowly entering the enemy's domain, closing space and circling. The air crackled around the room as Dooku extended his blade, red as the blood that stained his hands.

He feigned, beating the edge of his blade against yours trying to provoke you to action.

Tilting your head you slid the edge of the beam along causing sparks, giving a beat in return.

Force for force, blade on blade.

Dooku made the first move sweeping up then countering low. You didn't try for anything fancy simply deflecting and redirecting the move. Again, he thrust the edge of his saber, only for you to twist and block the move. He kept baiting and prodding, yet you would not do more than defend and take more ground. “Come now girl, certainly you can do better. Surely you wish to destroy me for what I've done. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

Another hard blow coming down from above as you felt him probing your mental barriers. Your walls were beginning to fray, and you could feel the cold clutches trying to wreak havoc on your mind. Blocking his saber again you gave a great push with the Force to throw the man across the floor.

“Would you not like to see me humbled before the Council for the harm done to your Padawan?” Dooku landed on his feet, less than gracefully but still in form. He watched to see if his words would add to the storm. He continued to project the most awful of things to your mind trying to break your will. Mental images of your Master dying, of Kenobi dying, of your apprentice crying for help as he too died. All of that which you feared most. A little further he thought, only a little more and the girl will crumble. Dooku shot lightning at you, laughing as he reveled in your cries of pain. “Or have you finally found that you are not what you believe yourself to be?”

“Aaaaahhhh!!!” You screamed in pain and frustration and the barrage continued.

Smirking he set the bolts loose again. Oh yes this did brighten his day to see you suffer. “You are no Knight, you are nothing but a weak little foundling! A cur allowed among the ranks of better beings because of one Council head's attachment.”

“Don't listen to him Y/n!” Obi Wan screamed from across the room, the lightning was so bright that he could barely discern your outline.

“Obi Boy...”

He took in a sharp breath feeling your signature wrap tightly to his. “Wee One?”

“Hey Slemo!”

Dooku paused the electric charge hearing your words. There you stood looking at him defiantly through the pain. How was this possible? Then he realized you hadn't fully taken the shock, channeling it to the ground through your body. Anger rose within him, not the least of which was directed at his own hubris. “So you HAVE learned something...”

“And you have forgotten,” Raising your saber again at the old man, charging forward with a swift low swing at his knees. One two three times blocked to come up for a high cross body strike. You glared over the light of the blades, “You've forgotten who you were! Whom you were supposed to defend! You were a Jedi, you were Qui Gon's Master.”

“You are not worthy to utter his name!” The old man matched your venom at the mere mention of his former apprentice.

So the old man still grieved. Good you thought, two could play at this! “Would he recognize you now? To see what you have become?”

Dooku charged and swung harder this time aiming for your shoulder and neck to silence you. “Qui Gon should still be alive, but instead you two unworthy children...”

“Qui Gon died defending the galaxy from the evil that you embraced!” You parried and kept backing him towards the edge of the cavern space. The old Sith continued to bash at your mental shields continuing his two front assault. You could feel him clawing in, feel yourself weakening with each minute and blow. The dark thoughts that you kept at bey so long rising at his bidding. You would not yield this battle though, giving a scream. “If Qui Gon had lived he would stand against you now! Since he cannot then we will!”

“You and Kenobi are nothing! That boy is nothing!” Dooku had to pivot quickly to avoid the quick footwork and precision of your thrusts and swings. Damn you using his momentary lapse to begin taking ground. Dooku wasn't out of the fight yet, using the Force to hurtle crates at rapid speed while blocking and advancing back at you. “The power of the dark side shall rise to bring order to the Galaxy.”

“Not so long as there is one Jedi left to defend her still!”

Slicing through the crates you continued to fight your way to the corner. Just a bit closer to the power conduit on the wall. Keeping your eyes on the Sith as you got within range. Tipping over a chemical container near the wall, then yanking out the high voltage cables.

“Anakin look away!” Obi Wan tried to cover his eyes as the pool of chemicals sparked off.

There was a flash and a wave of heat as the fumes ignited around the Count, driving you back. Please let this work, sweet merciful Force...

But then the world crumbled around you, nothing but swirling darkness.

You felt as though transported, floating through the coldest void of space until suddenly your body dropped to the ground.

No... this couldn't be?

You were back on Talenza... back to that day. Swirling ash and fire surrounding you, the stench of burnt flesh and death. The bodies of all the Jedi you had ever know strewn about your feet, blood raining from the sky.

Sightless eyes staring at you, mouths moving in tandem....

Why didn't you save us? Why didn't you save us?

Closest to you was Obi Wan and Anakin, again the same words.

Why didn't you save us?

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!” This wasn't real, this couldn't be real, DEAR SWEET MAKER STOP THIS PLEASE!

Pain erupted in your back and head momentarily breaking the hold Dooku had on your mind. The briefest of pauses from the horror. Thrown into the cavern wall to fall to the floor, flung into the rocky surface again and again like a ragdoll.

“Foolish child,” the Sith tutted as he strode closer, untouched by the flame. Raising his hand to continue the scourge. “Did you really think that would work? That you could defeat me so easily...”

The images kept flashing over and over in your mind, until all at once they stopped. As though the light had reached through and pulled you from the depths of the dark. Warmth slowly creeping back into you along with the pain. A familiar voice rang in the cavern as surely as a meditation bell in the Temple, steady and calm.

“Release her.” The paced clacking of a walking staff came to a pause, voice raising again. “Release my Knight!”

Dooku sneered, “Master Yoda...”

Your body crumpled to the floor, blood pounding in your head. The wise old Master looked to you, raising a hand that would stay you from acting further. Not that there was much convincing needed. You reached your signature out to Anakin and Obi Wan, injured but alive. “Obi Boy...”

“I'm here Wee One.”

“I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...” You succumbed to the pain, vision blanking into unconsciousness.

Yoda looked upon the man before him, twisted in mind and spirit.

No longer the boy he had taught...

No longer the Knight and defender...

“Count Dooku.”

“You have interfered with our affairs for the last time,” The Sith pried and flung multiple conduits from the wall to crush his foe. When that did not prove enough he brought the ceiling of the cave upon the small Jedi's head.

With an nonplussed waive of his hand Yoda deflected the debris. “Our affairs is it? Then truly fallen you have.”

“The dark side has shown me the truth of the galaxy. And my Master has taught me so much more than you ever could.” Dooku glowered at the small being that he had once held in such esteem. One who had held him back and treated him like a child, well no more. He would end his former Master once and for all, “I have become more powerful than any mere Jedi... Even you!”

Lightning arced through the air at the small Jedi but to no effect. Dooku tried again, but with each attempt Yoda deflected or absorbed the volts, appearing unimpressed by the attempt. Similar to when an initiate threw a tantrum in the creche, the old Master kept his countenance calm. Dooku knew better though, that the still waters ran deeper than the ocean worlds.

“Powerful you have become Dooku,” Yoda straightened his posture to more squarely look the man down. "but not wiser."

“How is this possible?” Dooku glared at the small being. Sidious had trained him well, Dooku should be able to defeat the old man easily. He was more powerful, smarter! Anger and fear flashed within him as Dooku continued to reassess his strategy.

“Your ambitions and plans, like leaves in the wind they are,” Yoda's ears turned up as he glared down at his opponent, “Much to learn you still have. Clouded is your mind, to your senses return.”

“It is obvious that this contest will not be decided by our knowledge of the Force, but by our skills with a saber.” He raised his blade, cool anger flashing in his eyes, “Unless you feel unequal to the challenge.”

Parting his robes Yoda drew his saber, “Do you?”

Across the floor Obi Wan was unable do much while injured, Anakin was semi conscious on his leg. They needed to get out of the cavern, there was no hope of lending assistance to Master Yoda in their condition. Concentrating on you signature Obi Wan tried to wake you, “Wee one?”

You face twitched in pain, but still not rousing to consciousness.

“Wee One I need you,” He focused harder, “Please wake up love, please.”

“Obi...” One eye blinked painfully open as you took in a deeper breath. You could hear the clash of sabers beating, glancing over you witnessed something not seen in a very long time. Master Yoda had drawn his lightsaber and was fighting the Count. The normally peaceful and patient Grand Master was beating the fallen Jedi, giving no quarter. Glancing at where Anakin and Obi Boy were you also saw the bleak look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“We need to get the boy out of here, can you help pull us over.” Reaching out with the Force Obi Wan moved to where you lay. You were shaking and unfocused, you were scared. Raising a hand to your battered face, Obi Wan's voice shook, "I'm sorry love, I'm sorry for all of it."

"Me too," Leaning into the touch you wrapped your signature to his, at least you were together.

The tears in your eyes begged to set loose, but you refused. For all their sakes you had to hold back, as much as you wanted otherwise. Fortunately the saber had cauterized the wound, but you doubted there was any way of reattaching the arm successfully. The boy was in shock and you did your best to try to ease his pain. What little strength you had would not allow you to do much. Placing your hand to his head you tried to give him peace, projecting that day at the beach on Dantooine, a good memory instead of the fear of now. “It'll be alright Ani-man, just hold on... just hold on.”

Yoda clashed his saber with Dooku's again and again, each blow and move made to disarm his foe. Dooku was strong, but his emotions clouded his judgment. It had been one of the many reasons that he had been denied a seat on the Council. His arrogance and air of superiority over his fellow knights had also been a thorn in many of the Jedi's side. Warning signs seen too late or ignored due to rank? Blocking yet another crippling blow Yoda struggled to hold his guard, “fought well you have my old Padawan.”

“Kind of you to notice, but I think that this contest is soon to end.” Forcing the smaller Jedi away the Count raised his hand to rip the largest of the ducts on the wall away. With all of his might Dooku tried to bring it down on the injured Jedi.

“Y/n!” Obi Wan grabbed your head trying to shield both you and Anakin with his body.

Bounding back from Dooku, Yoda raised his arms in concentration. Even as the Sith laughed and ran to his ship Yoda held the large metal beam fast and with great effort flung it away. Turning just as the portal to the ship closed the old Master glowered. “Finished, this is not!”

“No,” Dooku's voice boomed, “it is just the beginning!”

Translations:

Udesii, Pare- Easy, Wait

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snowrobin-133 · 2 years

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So I saw the ‘MC is as strong as Mallus in magic’ but how about the Dorm Leaders react to an MC that is unassuming but is ACTUALLY a master of multiple different martial arts style? Literally able to pin someone down that is twice their size but will only do it in self defence?

Sorry that this is like almost 6 months late. I’m not really physically strong myself so I wasn’t sure how to go about this, and as such procrastinated. Didn’t help that I’m lacking motivation for writing.

As such, this is probably gonna be my last request. If the fandoms I’m in are still active sometime in the future then I might open it back up, but for now I kinda just want to focus on my art and school. I'll probably post drabbles and other stories but not rlly often. As such I hope you guys will go support my art, as well as my WEBTOON The Astral Legacy (sorry not sorry for the shameless self-advertising lol)!

Thank you all for the support of my writing!

Riddle Rosehearts

Rather impressed! And somewhat envious, as he’s not very physically strong

Seeing you take down opponents one by one makes him awe-inspired and somewhat terrified

Sometimes if you take down someone that’s far bigger than you, he puffs out his chest in pride (smol children unite 🤩👊)

He would maybe consider asking you to teach him some moves but decides against it as he thinks about his own strength

Besides, he can just use magic to defend himself!

Definitely respects you though and is somewhat scared and enjoys watching you do your thing!

Leona Kingscholar

Savanaclaw is known for being good at martial arts and stuff so Leona doesn’t bat an eye when he learns you know martial arts

But then he learns you know a bunch of martial art styles, and is a master at all of them!!

Although he tries to play it cool

He’s like “Ight I see you herbivore”

To be honest it doesn’t change much about how he treats you

He just lets you take care of things yourself most of the time

Leona likes that you’re essentially a martial arts master but in the end he’ll still see you as a little herbivore

Azul Ashengrotto

Impressed and envious #2!

Despite being relatively strong due to his tentacles, it’s usually only apparent in his merform rather than as a human

As such, he’s about as physically weak as Riddle (RIP)

definitely considered using your strength as the collateral for your contract but decided that Ramshackle Dorm is more useful lolol

Even so, he respects your strength and definitely wishes that he could have it for himself

Sadly he likely won’t be able to get you to sign a contract for it so I’m afraid he must remain as a sad little octopus suffering as a human rip

Kalim Al-Asim

IN AWE AND IS ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE

He would crowd you with several questions, even asking you to teach him some moves!

He may even ask you to show off your skills at his parties!

He probably compares your skills to his dancing and in exchange for you teaching him some martial arts, he’ll teach you dancing!

Now whether that teaching goes well is up to you and how much he’ll be able to restrain himself

He’s basically just super impressed and super excited about having such a strong and impressive friend by his side!

Vil Schoenheit

He’s somewhat hesitant when he found out you were a master at martial arts

Indeed it’s quite impressive but what if you act like a burly guy because of your martial arts!! (Sorry I’m not sure how to word this it’s like 3am)

This cannot do!

Very humorous moments as he scolds you on how to mix your physical powers with your appearance

you can either listen to this or ignore it if you’re willing to face his unique magic head on 🫡

Even so, he respects your diligence and skills at becoming a martial arts master, even if he doesn’t show it or voices it out loud

Idia Shroud

Terrified

He is terrified

You’re so strong, so intimidating, but also kinda cool

You remind him of OP main characters from some of the animes he’s watched

He also doesn’t understand how you can be that strong

Did you cheat? He is unable to comprehend-

He would probably stay away with you, being most comfortable by hiding behind his tablet when speaking to you, as he doesn’t want to risk angering you on accident and being faced with your wrath head on

Malleus Draconia

You’re just like Lilia! He’s extremely strong in martial arts just like you!

Of course Malleus himself is just as impressive, but hearing of your mastery makes him think of Lillia

He’s actually rather amused because for him, your martial art skills are basically like you being a bug to his skills in magic and whatnot

Even so, he respects how you spent so much of your life mastering so many different types of martial arts! Especially considering how short a human’s life is compared to a fae’s!

He may consider dueling you some time, although he will probably refrain from it as he doesn’t want to hurt you 😞

He doesn’t really think of you any differently but he certainly appreciates your skills in several martial arts

Sorry that these are relatively short, like I said, I wasn’t really sure how to go about this request. Even so, I hope this was to your liking!!

Again, thank you all for any support you have given me for my writing!!

#twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst #twst headcanons

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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HHP - Ch. 14 - Ethan *Part 3 (18+MDNI)

OMG PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING THIS PART!!!

I cannot stress enough the grotesque nature of this chapter. Yes justice has been served but please understand that I do not condone this type of behavior and the contents of this chapter is merely for the story. It is not at all representing the members of Enhypen or their character. Also, there's alot of references to chapter's 11 and 12 in this as far as character dialogue, so if you see the parts that are between the ........................ note that is a reference to one of the previous chapters. crucial, so if you haven't read them or are new and jumping into the series, please start from the first arc (MGR) because there is a reference in here from that arc as well.

Warnings! Sexual assault with foreign object, blackmailing, murder, assault, framing, restraining, gagging, rough sex, pain kinks....guys, literally every dark and twisted element is in this chapter. so please enjoy, it's a good read, but be warned if you are light hearted (absolutly nothing wrong with that) i just dont want to offend anyone with my creativity, because that's merely all this is. can you tell i'm nervous? lol

In a slurred and painful rotation, he shatters Scott’s nose, but didn’t stop his motions even after breaking the nasal cavity. Grinding and continuously applying immense pressure, he continues to rotate every bit and piece of the man’s feature, which had become completely loose and detached from the nasal bone.

From left to right as he pushes inward deeper, damaging more than just cartilage. Heeseung continues to palm the man’s face. Crushed bone and cartilage loosens, cracks, and peels from their connected state, the feeling of bits of bone, and pieces of cartilage are felt from under Scott’s skin beneath Heeseung’s palm.

In complete shock after experiencing indescribable and longing pain, Scott nearly blacks out as his voice, which blew out from the overwhelming screams of pain, can no longer be heard.

“Hmph.” Heeseung scoffs as he smirks, falling back into the hands of his full Ethan side, who releases Scott’s distorted and stunned face.

Present

Dance for me, like a flower that blooms dead I just wanna dance on, endlessly Like a curse, I can't stop myself Woah, again, chaconne now

Undressed, bare, and exposed for him to feast on, Eden is pressed against Ethan’s broad frame as he wraps his arms lovingly around her. She whimpers softly as her face is buried into his shirt, slightly muffled by the material that covers her face.

‘Oh my girl…does it hurt? I know…but you can take it…I know you can.’

Reaching over as his arm keeps her firm in his embrace, he reaches behind, opening the top drawer, taking out a black leather belt covered with dulled, semi-pointed metal studs. One that he occasionally wore with his leather jacket and all black attire, the man did have various taste and diversity in his fashion sense after all.

Your Eden side sets her sights on the leather strap he brings forth, wrapped around his wrist.

She recognizes it.

Through you, the memory of meeting ‘Ethan’ for the first time as Vicky’s roommate, had emerged, you recall the attire he had on as the image of him donning a full get up of skinny jeans, combat styled boots, a metal band themed t-shirt, hovered by a leather jacket and his cap. All in black.

Around his waist, was the belt he now snaked around his arm.

Softly shuttering at the view of it, with the silver studs sticking out, Eden’s breath hitches. Her chest issues a vibrating sense from the pause, which Ethan noticed.

‘Oh? You recognize this, don’t you? Mmm…my beautiful girl. How much I love you, you have no idea how much you continue to fascinate me. I wanna see more.’

Demanding for his Eden to undress him, she does as he bids as the glistened streams on her face begin to dry, yet her eyes remain moist and red.

‘This sensation…it’s….’

Feeling the painful effects of his affection, Eden renders her screams and tears of pain, yet, there was a yearning for more of it. A shattered burst of flutter and tingle emerged from inside her belly as she felt his roughness. The way he was looking at her…it was a look of fascination, love, lust, and desire. Somehow, she knew that by putting up with the intense, aching process, the result in the end was going to be beyond satisfaction.

With the two embracing one another, completely nude and kissed by the cold and crisp air around them, Ethan, snaking his hands behind her thighs and lifting his Eden, takes her into a seated position as he relaxes his ‘wife’ on his lap.

Once stationary, his hands roam upwards, grabbing on to her waist, with both hands, he snaps the leather belt, cracking a loud snap to shatter any peaceful sense inside the room. Lining the belt around the narrow part of her waist, he reverses the strap for the studs to be in contact against Eden’s skin, where he makes a full wrap and locks it in by feeding the tail through the loop ring, and holding on to the excess length, pulling it taught.

With his slight pull, the metal studs dig into her skin.

Leaning her head back as she moans in pain, Eden mentally thanked God that the belt had semi-pointed tips, though as dull as they were, the sting started to come in as the pyramid shaped metal pieces were digging into her soft skin as he continued to slowly pull.

The sting grew more intense, causing Eden to lift and slam her hands on his bare shoulders as she jolts, causing her weight to break from his lap for only a second. His hold on the belt that was tight around her waist allowed him to pull her back down the very moment he felt her warmth separate from him.

Through painstaking sting and anguish, he controlled her movements. Telling her to lean her head back towards him, he demands a kiss from his queen, slightly pulling the tail end of the belt once more.

Wincing in pain, Eden yelps and does as he bids, giving him the most passionate kiss, one that she could give through her painful whimpering.

Flashback

As Ethan was conducting ‘business’ with Scott, the painful screams of agony can be heard across the minimal hollow space, where Tiff sat across, with Eden before her.

Eyeing a suitcase off to the side, Eden’s curiosity was perked as she makes her way over and opens to reveal the contents.

A variety of erotic devices and toys stuffed into the large case, Eden’s brow raises. Grabbing on to a variety of the shapes, sizes, and lengths of each item, Eden selectively chooses one that had looked the most…painful.

Walking over to Tiff, Eden glares at the ground as she reaches down with her free hand, grabbing the girl by the hair, forcing her to go from her kneeling state to stand, facing Eden.

“Now I have to know…” Eden calmly starts as she admires the length and massive girth of the phallic toy she held in her hand, stroking the shaft as she guesses the measurement of the resin made item.

’15? 16? Hmm…maybe even 17 inches?’

Eden continues with her statement as she mentally assumes the length of the toy.

“I have to know…just how many girls did you recruit and trick to fall in the hands of that man?”

Eden’s glare switches from the toy, which she assumes had been used in the most violating manner against innocent girls, ones that, unlike yourself, couldn’t be saved from such undeserving assault.

She stares at the timid girl, who stood wide eyed and breathing through her nostrils deeply as her own shirt had been removed, twisted, and used to gag her distorted face.

“Was it all for petty cash? I bet it wasn’t for much…probably only enough to fill your gas tank…” Eden continues, tilting her face as she studies the girl’s face.

“Is that what they were all worth to you? You planned, arranged, and paid that man to do terrible acts just because things didn’t go your way?...How childish.” Eden whispers.

Whipping the toy over to her side, Eden swings, hitting Tiff’s face with the tip of it.

“It looks real…doesn’t it? But I bet it feels a lot harder, more…unpleasant. It’s also quite large…” Eden continues as she admires the toy as if it were a sword, crafted by the finest steel.

Turning her head off to the side, Eden observes as she hears Jake walking towards herself and Ethan, along with the offending pair at their mercy. He carried two gym bags, seemingly filled with something that caused a clinking noise as he walked.

As he reaches towards the end of the van, Jake glances over to Tiff, issuing a harsh smirk which ultimately caused her to wonder…to suddenly realize…

………………..

‘Uh..I’m the friend of the owner of this phone. Who is this?’

Answering Heeseung’s phone, Jake speaks, acting out a confused tone as he picked out whatever bottle he laid his hands on, adding it into the cart.

‘Whatever, where is Ethan?’

‘Ethan? He’s out at the moment…’

‘Where is he? I need to speak with him right now.’

………………

Noticing the sudden realization on her face, Jake issues a sly smile.

What with overhearing the story that Vickey explained to Heeseung in the car, he had never found himself so disgusted with a human being in his life.

But also…

Recalling the image of when you were taken, as the van pulled up from behind, it was nearly impossible for him to shake off the sight of the two men, masked, come up and sucker punch his girl. Not only that, but sitting atop of her as they pushed, and shoved her into the pavement, and laughed as they dragged her and tossed her around like a ragdoll, creating those awful scrapes to appear on her doll-like legs. Those legs that he took great pleasure in kissing and brushing his fingertips along the contours of their length, knowing how much she loved it.

Seeing her in distress, and helpless, he ran. He sprinted…but he was too far, all he could do was continue to run as he lost his breath and witness their filthy hands on….her. His delicate and pretty little (Jakes) y/n.

This…was just as personal for him, as it was for Heeseung, Vicky, you, and the countless girls in the past, ones like Vicky’s dear friend from high school.

Placing the bags down by the van, he begins to unzip each one, releasing the contents carefully as he takes each bottle of hard liquor and stages it beside him.

Ethan walks over and begins to help Jake, who doesn’t say a single word. His face remained predominantly emotionless, yet…there was a hint of a smirk of satisfaction on it as Ethan approached and assists with the task.

Taking out all the bottles, the pair uncaps every single one, dowsing the van inside and out, the air was filled with the stench of hard liquor, it was so overwhelming as the boys kept pouring, one bottle right after the other. Who knows just how many bottles there were, the moment a bottle had been emptied, it was either tossed into the hollow van or smashed against the pavement.

Once the deed was done with the emptying of every bottle, Jake walks pass Ethan, issuing a hidden and low hand slap as he continues to make his way over to the opposite direction of where Ethan and Scott were.

Scott, still in painful shock from his face being broken, is lifted by Ethan’s grab of his hair, walks him over to the driver’s seat of the van. Removing the extension cord that bonded him, Ethan tosses it over towards the nearby equipment. With the state that Scott was in there was no way this man was going to run or do anything, he was severely weakened and injured to even think, let alone act out.

Rolling down the window, he shuts the van door. Walking over in the direction that Jake went, the duo returns with Scott’s crew, all blind folded and led by the cords wrapped around their necks, chain linking them into a single line. Releasing their restraints, Jake and Ethan toss each crew member inside the back of the van.

Watching with horror on her face, Tiff stares as she prepares to witness the worse to happen.

Taking out a brand-new pocketknife, Jake handles it with a cloth, passing it over to Ethan, who takes the cloth and grabbing on to the knife, he tosses it through the window of the van, where it lands on the floorboard of where Scott sat.

Walking behind Tiff, Eden stands behind as she wraps her arm around her neck, essentially forcing the girl to remain facing the vehicle. Pulling her skirt up, while dragging her panties down a bit with the toy in her hand, Eden begins to stroke the outrageously large toy in between Tiff’s thighs.

Trembling, never thinking that things could amount to the level of insanity she was witnessing. Not with ‘you’ or…Ethan….

She never saw him like this. He was evil, maniacal, insane, and insidious. His calm, and reserved nature that she knew all throughout high school was nowhere to be found, yet it was there for a moment when he met up with her at the parking lot initially, asking her if she had the ring in her possession.

For a moment, in her own head she finally realized that she had gone too far…regretful…but also too late. Not only did she have her warning, or her chance…she had years where she could have stopped…. could have developed remorse and repented for her part in ruining all those girls’ lives.

‘Too late…’

Beginning with the tip, Eden begins to shove the bulging resin tip of the toy inside Tiff’s cavity.

With no preparation to take in something that was too large, not meant to be taken in the manner that Eden was disposing, Tiff screams in pain as she feels herself becoming entirely stretched out by the foreign object.

Not only was her face going to be ruined…but her….she will forever be ruined.

“I told you…I was going to do what no other man could ever do…” Eden speaks softly as she admires a gaze to the van, continuing with her assault.

Inch by inch, she shoves the object in. Twisting, churning, and pushing it in, until it nearly was all the way in.

Tiff, rendering to the pressure and terrible pain, viscously breathed through her nostrils as she felt the pain of the pressure and lack of oxygen affecting her chest.

Letting go of the object, Eden lets the object remain steady as it rests inside Tiff. With her arms, Eden loosely embraces them around Tiff, petting her hair as she whispers against Tiff’s ear…

“Shhh….just relax….and watch…” Eden issues.

Closing all the doors to the van. Jake extends a hand, palm facing the sky. Ethan, issues a swift high-five once more, as they pass one another.

Heading back to the car to attend to his delicate (Jakes) y/n, Jake disappears in the dark shadows as he makes his way back.

Ethan, crossing his arms on the door of the driver’s seat, peaking his head slightly through the window to face Scott, gives him an ultimatum.

“I’m going to give you a choice…” he calmly speaks.

“You can all sit here and burn. Or…you can take that knife and slit your own throats…consider it my parting gift.”

Reaching over Scott’s lap, Ethan grabs an open pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter that was nearby.

Taking out a slim, he places it inside his mouth as he cups the end while lighting it, blocking the small gust of wind that grazed against his frame. Tossing the lighter back through the window inside the van, Ethan enjoys a puff or two. Not a smoker at all yet, the one thought that remained in his head kept aching his core…to the point that he needed something to take the edge off…the biggest of his fears that was tearing him up inside.

Taking a puff, Ethan explains to the mentally incoherent Scott, with his friends trembling in the back seating of the locked van.

“You know…” Ethan looks on the ground as he places one hand in his front pocket of his jeans, while the other cradles the cigarette between two fingers. His athletic wristbands taking in the scent of cigarette smoke as it elegantly drifts onto the soft material. He tilts his head down to look at the ground, his cap completely hiding his eyes as his nose and mouth had been the only part of his features to remain visible the entire night.

“For me to find y/n the way that I did…that might have been pure luck. I had no idea…no fucking clue how or where…to start. I had no idea where or who took her. I’m still in shock on how the fuck I pulled that off. I don’t know if it was luck, or if I’m just too fucking smart to be fooled…maybe it was both…or maybe…you and that bitch were too dumb to realize just who you were fucking with. You can fuck with the world…but no one fucks with mine. The fact that I could have easily lost her just as I had found her….that just…fucking is tearing me up inside. The fact that it was all by chance….”

Shaking his head in irritation as he takes another huff, he parts his lips just slightly and allows the smoke to emerge slowly without any assistance from his exhale, his gaze peers off to the side, focusing on the pavement.

“As much as I tried to give you and Tiff the benefit of the doubt…though it wasn’t much…I still gave it. But you…you and her…you guys couldn’t just take the fucking warning and be done. You could have just told her to fuck off when she hired you…but then again…”

Recalling Vickey’s story from her experience with Scott in high school, while he was away as a Senior, he snarls his lip.

“I guess it’s within your nature to do this shit.” Ethan sticks the cigarette inside his mouth, takes out his phone and opens the camera feature. Hitting the record button, he takes the cigarette, with one final huff, he exhales out the smoke and tosses it through the open window.

The van torched up as Scott and his crew all ramble in chaos inside. Howling and screaming in pure madness and aganozing pain.

With the scent of murder filling the air, everyone stood and watched. Unsure if they ever took it upon Ethan’s token of mercy to slit their own throats to avoid the slow torturous pain of being burned alive, or if they managed to grab the knife and slit their own throats, either way it didn’t matter. With the flames reaching the engine in no time, as black smoke emerges and waves into the night sky, a loud boom accompanied by the burst of flames flashes out, sealing everyone inside to perish nearly automatically.

Taking the recording, Ethan sends it in a text message…

…………………

Walking into the medical facility, after being painfully reminded of the occurrence from what happened in high school, Vickey couldn’t stop thinking about her dear friend. Reaching out to her fiancé, who’s prominence and status as the heir of his father’s company, allowed him connections that reached and found her friend, whom she lost contact with right after the terrible event.

Entering the ward, upon finding out the girl never healed from her emotional wounds of the disastrous assault against her, Vicky is led by a staff member that guides her to a closed room, where a peaceful and relaxed set up is arranged. The room had a TV, bed, windows that could not be opened, and a small bathroom.

Sitting on the bed, with her head hanging low, was the recognizable face of what used to be filled with life and vibrant youth.

Ridden with insomnia, unable to sleep the painful memories away, Vicky made efforts to express her emotional support after it took Sunghoon no time to find her.

Bringing forth a bouquet of flowers, Vicky sits next to the girl, who gazes up and looks at her visitor. Upon recognizing who it was, the girl bursts into tears, laying her head on Vicky’s lap.

“I’m so glad I was able to find you…” Vicky responds. There wasn’t anything Sunghoon wouldn’t’ do for her, upon hearing the tales of her painful memories, he offered his fullest support, which consisted of his private jet, private investigators, and special arrangements once she arrived at her destination.

Petting the girl’s head, Vicky sympathizes with the girl who had been her assistant cheerleader all throughout middle school, and prior to the incident, their time as Freshmans. A very dear and best friend at one point…until she was taken away and dropped out of school for lack of emotional stability. Who could blame her?

Hearing the notification of a text, Vicky checks the message….

………………

‘Ethan, tell me what I need to do.”

“…You still engaged?”

“Uh…yeah.”

“Did he give you a ring?”

“…Yeah…”

…………………….

‘Okay I’ll do it…but Ethan… can I ask…what are you going to do once you get to them? What are you going to do to Scott?....’

‘………….’

‘I’ll still do it. And by all means, don’t take this as me encouraging you…although judging by your voice…and the fact that this happened to y/n….Ican already tell….’

‘…………..’

‘Whatever you do, Ethan…if you do decide to go and…you know…..could you do me a favor? Please don’t ask me to explain, just tell me either yes or no.….’

……………………..

Seeing the message displayed a video, Vicky smirks as she leans in towards the damaged girl.

“Here…” Vicky gently issues as she lends her phone over to her former friend.

Playing the video, which clearly displayed Scott’s broken face, the girl’s eyes widen as she began to feel the trauma and fear upon recognizing him. Those horrible memories.

“Its okay…I promise…just watch.” Vicky gently reassures her as she cradles her head. Stroking her hair.

Upon watching the video till the end, for the first time since the horrible act the man committed against her, the emotionally damaged girl….

Flared a faint smile.

………………………

Flashback – Vicky’s Story

“….I’m so sor-…I-I”

Unable to speak, Vickey, after just witnessing the disturbing recording, which she couldn’t watch after reading the caption attached to the recording, describing the act that took place against her poor friend.

Watching her dear friend that she had known since childhood, sitting on the floor before her, Vicky broke out of her own trauma, issuing tears as she watched her friend sit motionless, unable to produce her own tears. She was broken, violated, and harmed in the worst manner possible. Unable to take the sight of her friend, who was the sunflower of her childhood, Vickey sobs and begs out of desperation.

“….Please….wh-what can I do? I can’t…I can’t see you like this…..”

The girl, looks up at her pretty little friend, still adorned in her cheerleading outfit, the same one that she has hunged up behind her door…but will never wear again…for she was forced to wear it as the assault took place. The echoes of that man’s voice emerges from her memory…

“Yeah…that’s it. Take it you little cheerleading slut. You like that don’t you?”

The girl, dead inside, watches as her dear friend, sheds tears for her. Begging her to tell her what to do. How to fix this.

With a barely toned whisper, the girl softly tells Vicky…

“….I just want them dead…I wish they all would die. I feel like I can’t live anymore.”

Upon hearing her damaged friend speak with absolutely no life in her tone, Vicky sobbed hard. How could they do this to her? How could they do this to her best friend? Her dear friend…..forever ruined. The worst part…was that she couldn’t do anything to help her….she couldn’t give her what she asked for.

…………………..

Watching the video that Ethan recorded, Vicky took in great delight as she and her once, dear friend, begin to smirk and gently laugh together, cradled in a friendly and familiar embrace.

‘Yes…my dear friend. Smile again. Know that, justice has finally been served…for you.’

Present

With the studs digging into her skin, Eden grabs on to Ethan’s arms, his length and girth thrusting into her repeatedly. Her naked body bouncing relentlessly on his shaft as his fluids mixes in with her own, dripping down as it secretes from her cavity.

“Ahhhh!! E-Ethan!!” she screams as her rear smacks against his thighs.

With one hand maintaining the hold of the belt, pulling it taught with each quake he feels in his gut from the overwhelming sense of pleasure, his other hand reaches around, grabbing and cradling his hold on one of Eden’s rear cheeks, furthering enhancing the bouncing motion as he slightly lifts and pushes down.

Thrusting, riding, grinding, with his skin popping against her rear each time she is brought down with such immense force, Ethan’s length twitches and pulsates inside her as he grows near his release. Eden following close behind.

“Fuck…you’re going to make me cum baby…” Ethan exclaims through gritted teeth as he smirks upon admiring the sight of his shaft re-entering inside Eden’s cavity.

With a final thrust, as deep as he could possibly go, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to melt into him as he releases inside her clenching walls. The feeling of her gushing fluids, swirling around his shaft and rushing out as she experiences her orgasm furthers his flickering motions, causing Eden to feel the tapping against her fleshy walls.

Grinding into her as he remains fully inside, his hands grab onto her rear, guiding her to a waving lap dance. Slow and steady, to his rhythm, Eden rides him as her gut trembles from the stimulation of sensational pleasure. Guiding her with the hold of her rear, his shaft slightly pulling, entering, thrusting, and re-entering, he hums out the tune that she rides to…

“Dance for me, like a flower that blooms dead I just wanna dance on, endlessly Like a curse, I can't stop myself Woah, again, chaconne now Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Again chaconne now Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Chaconne now”

Flashback

As Eden remains behind Tiff, she reaches around and cradles the girl’s chin, forcing her to watch the torching of the van, with Scott and his terrible crew inside.

“I’m going to give you a choice…hopefully you make the right one this time…” Eden issues.

“You’re either going to turn yourself in, confess to your offenses against all those girls from the past, while also taking the hit for this. Or…..” Eden leans in towards Tiff’s ear.

“You can join your friends right now as I toss you inside while it still burns…” Eden whispers.

Tiff’s eyes widened. She’s seen enough to know better than to say anything smart or assume their bluff. This girl…this Eden…she was not y/n….she was different. The same one that assaulted her inside the campus building.

After so many years, so many lives ruined, and so much pain and torment caused by her hand, Tiff finally learned her lesson. Her life was over…it was done. Her face, her body, and her soul…everything was gone. Whether she would agree to it or not…it was all her fault. Justice had long been overdue.

Tiff nods her head to reflect her compliance with taking in the responsibilities of her crimes.

Eden smiles.

“Hm. Smart. But also know this Tifffff…even if you don’t rot in jail, just know that…if you ever are free again…it will be wise for you to stay away from me…and my Ethan. Just know, that beyond the bars that will contain you, you are not safe…”

Unbeknownst to Eden, the eyes of her beloved Ethan stares intently at her as she issues her warning to Tiff. His eyes…wide, piercing, and stabbing through her unaware state as he becomes overwhelmed with an intense sensation.

Fascinated…intrigued…and falling hard in love all over again, Ethan’s chest paused in it’s inflection as his breathing stopped for a second. His mouth parts slightly as he takes in the sight of her….God she was incredible. So beautiful. So sexy. So poisonous. So much like him.

He wanted her…now.

With the fact that, not only did the love of his life witness and supported his vicious act of the night….but she even partook in it. She stood by him. She understood and communicated love, the same way he did.

Not knowing how she does it…but he was falling for her all over again.

As he stared he hears the last bit of Eden’s words to Tiff, he replays her voice.

‘…you are not safe.’

………

‘And unbeknownst to you my dear Eden…neither are you….’

#heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #heeseung fanfic #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung #Spotify

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tbhimnoteasyonmyself · 3 months

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In Defence of 4/4 EP.12

(from someone who didn't like it very much)

I've made an entirely different post about people's reactions to the ending so I won't address any of that here, if you want that post. Bang! Here. But this is not what this post is about. This post is about recognizing the good in something I personally would've preferred had gone a different route. So let's get into it.

(long post, guys, Imma spare you, people who wanna scroll past 😉)

1st things 1st: yes. I know. The narrative about growth and adapting and change would've been so great had Day not gotten the transplant. It would've paid off so well for the main couple and all the other characters too. And it would send out such a nice message about how disabled people are whole, despite their disabilities. How happiness is possible for everyone, without restraints, no matter their body or mind. BUT that's not what we got. And that can be upsetting, I know I'm a little upset myself, but, and considering the ongoing fandom discussion, is it all that bad that we got something different? For once, I do not think so.

I think the very first thing that needs to be addressed is what is said by @daymork in this post:

"the hardships, the journey, even all the good that happened during allllll that still matters after recovery"

Or: just because Day gets his sight back, that doesn't mean the story being told is suddenly useless. Because a story about how people are flawed and scarred and they need to grow past certain issues to enjoy life again or they need to gain new perspectives is never useless. Society keeps showing us that assholes who cannot see past their own belly button or that people who are restrained by their traumas are still out there, so how could a narrative about growth ever be pointless?

Futhermore, it is a crucial part of the characters' arcs, even past Day's blindless being involved. Day ties his self-worth to being capable and always doing what he is supposed to. Night is careless and doesn't like abiding by the rules, even when it inconveniences others. Their mom has a bad case of "mama knows best", she's inflexible, what she wants, she gets. Mhok is traumatized by his sister's death and he can't move on, can't let go. (and so on, but I think you get the point) Regardless of the challenges that come with adjusting to Day's disability, all of them were already facing challenges that made their lives harder. Because, sure, we don't see it, but everyone always has a struggle. They sure had too.

And now you say, well, Dante, doesn't that make Day's blindness a plot device used just to make these characters better and then discarded when no longer needed? And sure, yeah, I think that argument can definitely be made and it is solid, I won't deny that. But I also think that the way you read it depends on what you believe this story is about. Because, if you think this story is about Day's struggle with blindness, then sure, yeah. But you can also see it as a story about maturing and overcoming hardships or a love story about two people who, like everyone else, have to adjust to learn how to adjust with each other. Or a story about different types of love and how they connect and overlap or change. Or a story about perspectives and points of view and how every single person is gonna look at the same things with different eyes and what that means for the way people live and how they relate to one another. Or a story about what makes a person and about how, no matter the way people see you, you are still a person and you can make your own choices, despite everything. Or something else, even, Idk. I'm not the owner of opinions and I'm not trying to be. My point is: it's all about individual perception and understanding.

Regardless, even if you do see that particular part as ableist, does it erase all the other stuff the series does? Does it erase the point is makes about not babyfying disabled people? Does it erase the point it makes about seeing disabled people as people who deserve no other feeling but pity? Does it erase the point it makes that Day was living well, even without Mhok or his sight? I don't think so. It might undermine it but it does not erase it.

And I think that leads us to the most important part of this discussion, actually: maybe the point was, all along that, in order for Day to be able to be able to get his transplant (narratively, of course) he needed not to need it. He needed to be able to be okay with not having it. He needed to learn to live without it and be happy. Because, in the end, what problems were actually solved by the transplant, really? None, I would argue.

Day and his mom, Day and Night, Night and their mom, Night and Porjai, Mhok and Rhamon, Mhok and Rung, Mhok and Day... As well as their internal conflicts (Mhok was a successful chef, Rhamon a good mother, Night a good husband, Day a librarian, etc...), all that was solved before that. The transplant truly didn't change anything besides what it changed: that Day now has the physical ability to see again. "No, Dante, it allowed him to go to the mountain again!", I hear you say. And sure, it did, but that wasn't new: he'd been there before when he was 100% blind. And it's not more magical when he can see than when he cannot. In fact, I would argue it is the other way around.

The 2nd time they're there they don't even care that much about the mountain or the sunset. They care about their relationship and what it means to be together again and they care about the journey. That's what they talk about. "Oh, but Mhok talks about how him there at the mountain is no longer the last image Day is gonna see". Yeah. But that, I would say, is more about how that is the case because Mhok is now there to stay (he even says so himself) rather than the fact Day can physically see him.

So, what purpose does it serve in the narrative? Is it just a "and now he can see because, sure, let him have it, it's the end, idc"? Could be, I mean, yeah, I think you can make a strong argument that this is just an ableist way of a "happy ending" but I also want to point out that that might not necessarily be the case (other than what I'm gonna explain next, even so, because, as @e-lisard pointed in this post - among others that I've seen do so but I only remember faer, some disabled people prefer stories where there is a cure for all or some of their disabilities). But also because, if nothing changes for Day (except he can play Badminton again, which, as someone who loves Badminton myself, like yeah, pretty big thing) then maybe that's the point being made: that, in the end, the thing that Day so desperately wanted in the beginning of the story has become almost meaningless now because he already had everything before. And that his happiness, unlike what he and everyone around him had previously thought, was not all dependent on his physical ability to see, but rather on his (and everyone else's) psychological/emotional ability to see. And once they unlocked that, nothing else was really all that relevant.

So, of course, you can have whatever opinion you want and I still stand by the fact that I'd rather not have him recover his sight because I like the implications of that better but, I think, the ending we were given is not all bad and some good things can be taken from it, especially if you see it as a comparison made to highlight the fact that Day's physical ability to see was not at all relevant to his happiness and that the story was really all about the journey.

If you want to add or disagree (politely) or something feel free to use this post. Comment or reblog or whatever. I'll be happy to keep this discussion going just as long as we can all be respectful.

Other than that I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you have a great day!! All the love 💜💜💜

PS: People I tagged, if you'd like not to be tagged pls tell me, I just did so because I didn't want credit for things that I did not think of or state myself. Cheers! <3

#last twilight #last twilight the series #last twilight spoilers #last twilight the series spoilers #last twilight discussion #last twilight the series discussion #last twilight the series ending #last twilight ending #last twilight meta #last twilight the series meta

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unsociableandtaciturnbarbie · 3 months

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As I believe I’ve mentioned previously, I have read Sense and Sensibility before. What I have not mentioned previously, out of respect for spoilers, is that when I finished Sense and Sensibility, on a January evening in 2021, I promptly slammed the book shut and stormed into my mother’s room to rant. What could have earned this book a 3.5/5 rating (note: my rating scale sometimes extends to ∞/5 so this is a very low score) and the comment, ��Excuse me? What was that ending???” in my Google Sheets reading log? Simply put: it was Elinor and Colonel Brandon not ending up together.

I will readily admit that I got into Austen for the romance; it’s hard not to when your first exposure to her works is Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and you’re a romance-obsessed 16 year old. Thus, a pairing of characters which I deemed unsuitable entirely ruined most of my enjoyment of the book at the time. This year, I decided to read Sense and Sensibility with a more open mind and a determination to like Edward as a love interest. Unfortunately, Edward still fell (quite) short for me. As someone who sees a lot of myself in Elinor with a brother who has Marianne tendencies, I can’t help but wish Elinor the absolute best. I just wanted to see her hard work constantly caring for her sister (who gets herself into such avoidable trouble) pay off. Yet, Marianne somehow ends up with the best option, and reluctantly at that! At this point, I should state that I cannot possibly do justice to the level of research (read: obsession) I have done into this in one Tumblr post. Here’s a meme I threw together that I think encapsulates it (picture me as the guy in the tie, my annotated book as the board behind him, and my roommate as the woman just barely in frame) (I’m serious, my roommates did not know the plot of Sense and Sensibility before this week):

Despite my best intentions, by the middle of Volume 2 I was highlighting every phrase that I thought could possibly mean that Elinor and Brandon were meant to be together- some may call it willful misunderstanding, I call it careful analysis. Example 1: Of Mrs. Dashwood saying that Marianne would be happier to marry Colonel Branon than Elinor, “Elinor was half inclined to ask her reason for thinking so, because satisfied that none founded on an impartial consideration of their age, characters, or feelings, could be given (254) .” Was this likely meant to serve as a way to show Mrs. Dashwood’s over-sensibility and lack of sense for basic facts like age? Yes. Does the word “feelings” at the end of this quote send me into a tailspin of possibilities of what that could mean? Also yes. In the interest of your time, I will not put them all here, but I have a collection of quotes which I am willing to share. Additionally, as proof that there are other believers out there, here is a reddit thread about them for your perusal, and my favorite comment!

I could say much more on the subject of Elinor and Colonel Brandon themselves, but I’m going to restrain myself here and focus more on the fanfiction which I provided as the center for my post today. This fic is titled Added Sensibility and is a 19 chapter WIP (work-in-progress). For those unaware, fanfiction is a wonderful online world of writing where anything can happen to any character that has ever existed. Do you think Harry Potter’s Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger should have ended up together? There’s fanfiction about that! Do you wish Rey and Kylo Ren of the Star Wars Sequels got to live happily ever after together? There’s fanfiction about that too! This last example would be what is termed a “Fix-it” fic in the fanfiction world. These are based on the idea that if you think something went wrong somewhere in a piece of fiction, you can go back and “fix it” for yourself… and the entire internet. Elinor and Colonel Brandon ending up together is something I would deem to be a “fix-it”. Thus, I went straight to AO3 (Archive Of Our Own- a popular fanfiction publishing website) and searched for Colonel Brandon/Elinor Dashwood. Side note: This was actually the second fic I tried for this week’s post. The first was only 6 chapters but wrapped up quickly with Marianne running away to join the feminist movement along with Colonel Brandon’s ward. It was not what I wanted, so I gave Added Sensibility a try even though I would normally not touch a WIP.

I can attest 10 chapters (the equivalent of 134 ebook pages on my phone) in that this is a great read. It’s not Jane Austen, no one will ever be able to replicate her masterful use of language to create layer after layer of sharp wit, but it’s pretty good in my opinion. There’s enough plot and character development present so that it’s not a totally 2d story, but the main focus is on their developing love story, starting from when Elinor and Marianne go to stay with Mrs. Jennings in town. What really caught my attention (besides my glee at someone having written Elinor and Colonel Brandon together pretty much exactly the way I wanted it) was the characterization of Mrs. Jennings. The author once writes of Mrs. Jennings, “The woman was the complete opposite of an enigma, and yet, Elinor struggled to comprehend her thoughts.” In class we talked about how Mrs. Jennings seems to be so close to “getting it” sometimes, but then she just turns back into this very flat and gossipy character. In this fanfic, the author seems to go through with it and gives her more dimension and credit for intelligence than I think Jane Austen ever meant to, but it brings me back to when we talked about the idea that you can pull any character out of an Austen novel and write a novel on them. This fanfic really supports that for me. While Elinor and Colonel Brandon were characters who have had their characters decently sketched out in Sense and Sensibility, this fanfic gives dimension to other characters, like Mrs. Jennings, who previously were more of the backdrop for where the Dashwoods existed. I do think Jane Austen is rolling in her grave over the amount of ungloved hand contact and improperly private conversations that occur in this fanfic, but I will 100% own to being the target audience for the American ending of Pride and Prejudice (2005), so all the mushy gushy affection in this fanfic is right up my alley. Overall, I would recommend this fanfic and I will be finishing it in my free time!

#jane austen #sense and sensibility #elinor dashwood #colonel brandon #ao3 fanfic

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the-project-and-the-ghost · 11 months

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Oh? An angel? They must have been lovely

Yes, very...

I want to tell you a story...

You know the usual drill, as i'm a mewtwo myself: i'm created in a tube, a laboratory, run by human men and women wearing the same white coats.

After days of incubation, i woke up and busted out of that wet prison i was born inside of. I had given my thanks to the humans for creating me after i've been informed of all i asked, a mistake i cringe at whenever this memory pops up from the darkest deepest pits of my mind...

And so i left, i took off into the skies to find this so-called "Mewtwo" and become his personal nuisance... How funny is that?

I must've been under the control of whatever they put inside my head, because i was very obedient and kind towards my creators, men and women who have done nothing but make this world the hell it's become now with their mere presence.

I stopped dead in my tracks as i had spotted something deep in a forest, i've learned it's a park where people walk around, play with their loved ones, pass the time breathing fresh air... Anyway- i spotted something in that forest and have gone out of my way to see purely out of curiosity...

I cannot put into words how much i was so happy i've chosen to do this.

[ART AND WRITING BELOW CONTAINS: GORE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, IMPLIED USE OF GUNS AND DISTURBING IMAGERY POTENTIALLY HARMFUL TO THE EYE, HEAVY DISRESPECT AND BAD LANGUAGE]

They only stopped shooting when she fell to the ground, bleeding from the head and the back... I can't describe the feeling i have felt, you'd have to live it yourself to understand like i do.

But i can sure describe my anger after the initial shock of watching her die.

...

Haha- guys can you believe this? A wholeass genetic abomination! Marrying a human woman!

Steve-

I hope someone makes this a fanfic or something, that'd be HILARIOUS!

Steve put the bystander's corpse down and restrain the project already.

Gimme a little time, live a little for once!

We won't if we're killed, Steve.

What? Look- all i'm gonna do is show this thing who's boss and have a little fun with it while i'm at it!

Hey, pale bastard! Sorry for cockblocking you, but you really shouldn't be out here without your leash, no hard feelings right?

...

Hey buddy, look at her, we didn't damage her tits now did we? No broken ass right? You can still try it, she's fine! Dead but available nonetheless!

Steve, cease your immature attitude immediately.

Lemme have this, killjoy- ACK-

*the thyroid gland was torn out of the neck with telekinesis*

H... H-help... HHK-

*the entire respiratory system is torn out from different angles of his body*

WE HAVE TO GO, NOW.

Not under my watch.

...

I got my revenge on everybody who created me, they left a void in my being...

#main story #ask #chapter 5: don't do this to me #rivenmewtwo #analog horror #long post #tw violence #tw blood #tw eye strain #tw horror #tw gore #tw gun #tw sex reference #(that's a lotta tags damn)#tw swearing #spooky's art

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donfadrique · 5 months

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Previous part

Part Seven

14/🗡️

So, we will not just return to the possible homoerotic plot line—I will be extremely sincere in my conclusions, because my goal was to understand the intention of the director and the film crew.

Let me immediately say about the only negative thing about the scene, and close this issue.

Tyrone Power's poorly drawn mustaches annoy me :) Maybe this was done on purpose, but they annoy ME aesthetically xDD Well, let's move on.

This scene is ambiguous. Look, Diego comes to the party with a lorgnette, begins to act mannered and explains his lateness by saying that his bath was tepid etc. In general, everyone is indifferent to this—except Captain Pasquale, who tells his mistress Inez, "His bath was tepid. Poor Lolita. I'm afraid her wedded life will be the same."

This can be interpreted in two ways: Pasquale considers Diego to be a pampered and weak fop, unable to use either a steel sword or the sword that he has in his pants (it is believed that men who are too careful about their appearance are not, erm, temperamental). But this could also be a hint at Diego's homosexuality (remember the book's canonical "he seldom wears a blade, and I doubt whether he can use one", "the flashing dark eyes of lovely señoritas do not disturb him", and even "he may wear petticoats, if it please him").

Why does Pasquale say this? Because he is angry that Inez is infatuated with Diego. Regardless of his sexual orientation, Diego is the Captain's rival (which Pasquale says directly when he sticks a knife into the fruit, hinting to Diego that he would like to do the same with the young man; on the other hand, if someone wants to see in this act of violence against the fruit act of same-sex love, then who am I to restrain your fantasy? xD)

Perhaps the Captain wants to tell Inez that Diego is physically incapable of satisfying her, but he cannot say it directly because that would be an insult.

It is beneficial for Diego that Captain Pasquale sees him not just as a weakling and a dandy, but as a "gay caballero" (an expression from Guy Williams). Why?

Well, firstly, this is a book canon, and we are dealing with a film adaptation.

Secondly, it is beneficial for Diego that Captain Pasquale, instead of envy of his rival, begins to feel complacency, seeing that handsome Don Diego Vega, the son of a rich man, is fascinated by a "second-rate soldier of fortune" who is much older than himself.

So Diego, sitting at the table opposite the Captain, begins to flirt with him so openly that even a blind monk would have seen it xDD

However, as a result, Pasquale is more surprised and wary than charmed (the Captain is not a fool, and Diego is more likely to mock him than flirts, and, if you look closely, Diego’s black gaze is much harsher than the Captain’s gray one).

Captain Esteban Pasquale: I had the misfortune to kill a man of influence.

Don Luis Quintero: A lady was involved, I believe.

Don Diego Vega: The gentleman's wife, no doubt?

Captain Esteban Pasquale: Just how did you mean that, señor?

Don Diego Vega: I had hoped to be amusing... Have I failed?

Captain Esteban Pasquale: Somewhat. With me.

Diego dances with Lolita and proposes marriage to her (more precisely, to her uncle, and Lolita herself, disappointed in Diego and in love with Zorro, runs away—later Diego/Zorro will pay a visit to her bedroom).

Vega also demonstrates magic tricks again (this Diego has a variety of skills: he knows how to flirt with men and to handle weapons, shows magic and acrobatic tricks, understands fragrances etc).

Diego tells Inez that his marriage will help their extramarital affair remain a secret, but Inez is too jealous and tries to dissuade Lolita from the marriage. It's funny that not only does she not consider Diego incapable of loving a woman, she doesn't even notice how Diego flirt with the Captain (Inez is too confident in her attractiveness to pay attention to such things).

At the end of this scene, Diego admits to his mother that he is not indifferent to Lolita.

NB! Thinking about Diego's "ghostliness", attractiveness, cunning and mockery, I suddenly remembered... kitsune. Kitsune, a mythical creature in Asian mythology and folklore, a fox with supernatural powers. Often plays the role of a trickster. According to legends, it lives for hundreds and even thousands of years, and can also turn into other animals and humans.

There's something about it. Yes, of course, El Zorro is only a mortal, but he's unique.

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cordeliawhohung · 5 months

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i've got a little bit of writers block so enjoy some songs that remind me of soft spot: (bonus!!! i put little poems/lyric things in my notes on my ao3 that i haven't shown here so.... i'll also put that here too lmao)

Blood Soaked Cotton:

a lover? maybe | something tender, // anyway. but tender like | a bruise.

Lua - Bright Eyes Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys Freaks - Surf Curse Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge (i imagine something like this is playing in the bar scene)

Smoldering Butterflies:

when is a monster not a monster? // oh, when you love it.

Gravity- Sara Bareilles All I Need - Radiohead Loud - Rigby

The Emptiness had Always Been There:

nothing had changed. // i was the stupid one again. // i was the girl // who never understood // who she was to people

No Care - Daughter Home - Daughter Face First - Rigby We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

Until You:

you kiss the back of my legs // and i want to cry. // only the sun has come this close. // only the sun.

Epithelial - Crywolf, Echos Cornflower Blue - Flower Face

Some Other Life:

do you still think you're a killer // or that you could be if you tried? // always thought // that you could do it // if you couldn't see their eyes // do you still wake up reaching // for an empty space? // do you start to miss your sadness // when it goes away? // do you wish your parents // gave you someone else's name? // do you scratch another line out // for the same mistakes?

The Wisp Sings - Winter Aid Amen - Amber Run Francis Forever- Mitski Isobel - Flower Face

Death of Me 1:

i'd bleed for anything // if it held me the right way

ur so pretty - Wasia Project (honestly this was such a filler chapter)

Death of Me 2:

is it wrong to fall in love // while waiting to die? // i just want to live // long enough for your eyes

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse (mostly just the vibes lmao) In Limbo - Rigby We're Just Making It Worse - Cameron Avery, Alexandra Savior (again the vibes)

Death of Me 3:

i really don't know // what i love you means // i think it means // don't leave me here alone

I Want You - Mitski Dream a Little Dream - Ella Fitzgerald (i'm convinced spook and simon's first dance was to this song)

Worse than Death:

jesus can always reject his father // but he cannot escape // his mothers blood // he'll scream // and try to wash it off of his fingers // but he'll never escape what he's made up of

Exit Music (For A Film) - Remastered- Radiohead Hard Times - Ethel Cain Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

Honey and Milk 1:

i am the shape you made me // filth teaches filth

Honey and Milk - Flower Face (actually the inspiration for the title)

Honey and Milk 2:

i am coming home to you // with my own blood in my mouth // and i am coming home to you // if it's the last thing that i do

Dark Red - Steve Lacy Inside Out - Duster

Everything You Touch 1:

it's a fitting punishment for a monster // to want something so much // to hold it in your arms // and know beyond a doubt // you will never deserve it

Unending - Lume Kaleidoscope - Flower Face

Everything You Touch 2:

i wasn't beautiful anymore. // now i looked like what i was, // a raw wound

Baby Teeth - Flower Face Mean - Nicole Dollanganger August Underground - Ethel Cain

Everything You Touch 3:

i always wanted to die clean and pretty // but i'd be too busy // on working days // so i am relieved // that the turbulence wasn't forcasted // i couldn't have changed anyway

Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain Strangers - Ethel Cain

i may or may not update this list or add on as i come out with more parts but i just needed to do something other than writing lmfao. would love to hear any ideas if you guys have songs! ethel cain is so spook coded btw i had to restrain myself from putting more of her songs in this lmao. anyway thanks for entertaining my meltdown <3

#core talks #soft spot

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