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savannahsdeath · 7 months

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hiii I love your work! could you pretty please do some toxic ellie? :)

TOXIC!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: a miserable attempt to leave your toxic girlfriend

warnings: preferably 18+, just lots of toxic shit, manipulating, reader is crying

writers note: probably the only toxic post you'll see on my profile. honestly, i dont even know why i wrote this and im posting it just for the anon. i dont support any toxic behavior, cuz even a simple fanfic can bring some harm. dont read it if youre sensitive to such topics and if you decide to read it, dont romanticize it and dont blame me for any bad feelings you felt while reading - youre responsible for your own media consumption, im not forcing anyone to read. as i said, i just post it for the anon and also because i dont want it to just sit in my drafts (i dont have the guts to delete it). ugh its kinda long but i just want to make sure everyones safe, please take care🩷

you were sitting in your bed with your head buried between your knees for half an hour now, ignoring the buzzing of your phone. you caught her with another girl. you should cry and feel miserable, and all you could think of was; 'finally! finally a reason to leave her!!'. all you could feel was happiness.

but leaving her wasn't easy. you tried a few times before.

'maybe it'll be different this time', you hoped. but the way you kept receiving notifications from her said otherwise. 'maybe if i ignore her for a few more minutes, she'll let me go.'

you tried to put your phone down, but your hands won't let you. your thumbs kept reaching for the screen in a desperate, involuntary action. you were powerless to stop it. you knew you shouldn't respond. you know you should walk away, but you couldn't. every time she messaged you, your heart beated faster and your breathing quickened. you knew this isn't the best thing for you, but a part of you was still clinging to hope.

'enough, stop it.' you ordered to yourself.

you picked up your phone, deciding to call your friend. she'll make you remember all the cruel things ellie did and leaving her will be easier.

your hands were shaking and you were truly scared of what's going to happen. you hestitated for too long before clicking on your friend's profile and.. lost your chance.

ellie was calling you. she wasn't giving up and she was probably pissed off by now.

you sighed and whispered; 'sorry' to your future self, before answering the call.

"why aren't you answering to my texts, huh?" she asked in an accusatory tone, as if you were the one who did something wrong.

your breath hitched as you heard her voice. there's no going back now. "i'm sorry, ellie, it's over." you mumbled and shook your head in disbelief. 'i'm sorry'?? for what? where was your confidence?

she took it from you, just like she's going to take anything she wants.

"i'll pick you up in a few minutes." she announced and you felt tears starting to well up in your eyes.

great. so she's on her way here.

you took a deep breath to stop your voice from quivering. "i'm not going anywhere- not with you."

ellie laughed, thinking it's all a joke. "you're funny, honey. you know you come crawling back to me everytime." she replies calmly. "so get ready. i'm coming to pick you up, and then we can talk about this. like grown-ups."

ellie was good at controlling you. she'll say she's coming to pick you up, and you'll be waiting on your porch when she arrives. she had a firm grip on you and she knew it.

not this time.

"like grown-ups?" you nervously laughed. "you cheated on me. again."

ellie didn't get angry. she wasn't even surprised.

"don't overreact, babe." she replied in an irritated tone. "it's not like it was anything serious. it's just some random girl. i'm still with you. you should know that."

you were stunned by her cavalier attitude. she really thought it's no big deal.

"leave me alone." if there was even a little bit of toughness in your voice before, it all left. now, you were just simply begging her to stop. "please."

ellie's confidence and her nonchalant attitude was getting to you. you felt angry, but at the same time, you were starting to doubt yourself.

you wanted to hang up, but you couldn't. you just waited for her reaction, praying this'll be the end. but you knew everything depended on what ellie wants, and for her, only her own good mattered.

ellie chuckled. "oh, sweetheart. you think you can just break up with me over the phone? we're not even having a fight here. come on, be reasonable. let's just talk this through. i'll be there soon."

you proudly raised your chin, even though she couldn't see that. the tears ruined your confident facade anyway. "i locked the door."

she stayed silent for a moment, not expecting that from you. but she always had a plan b, and you realised that as soon as you heard her laugh. "i'll check that myself."

you heard her car arrive outside your house, and an instant wave of regret washed over you.

she knocked on the front door. "i'm here, love. open up." her voice was gentle, with an apologetic tone.

you knew it was all a ploy to get you to open the door. you knew this was just another manipulative tactic she was using, but it was starting to work.

"come on, be a smart girl." she continued in a sweet voice. "or we'll do this the hard way."

you cursed yourself for how weak you felt, even though it wasn't your fault.

"ellie, please..." you begged, with as much authority as you could muster, but your pleads still sounded weak.

"what's that, babe? are you crying?" she responded in a mocking tone.

you felt powerless to resist her. your stomach twisted in knots, but your fingers reached for the knob. your other hand quickly wiped away your tears, though there were some visible smudges left. you stared at the doorknob in your hand, fighting every instinct in your body to open it and let her in. but you knew she'll get her way, sooner or later. you just wanted to get this over with.

with a shaking hand, you opened the door. you saw that ellie was holding a set of keys - there was definitely one to your house too. she could just unlock the door, but she wanted to check if you'll listen to her. you didn't even want to think about what would happen if you didn't give up.

she walked inside like she owned the place, and she didn't even look at you. she knew she's got you wrapped around her finger.

"good girl." she said, with the same mocking tone.

ellie's eyes darted around the room, and she walked over to take a closer look at a framed photo of the two of you on your shelf. she smirked, letting out a sarcastic 'hmph, so cute'.

you stood there, defeated, as she walked past you and paced around your home. she made herself comfortable, as if she belongs there. you tried to keep a brave face, but she could see right through it.

she sat down and turned to you. "tell me, why we ended up here?" she asked, her voice was cold and unforgiving, but it also sounded curious. "why are you trying to leave me? aren't you happy?"

you felt your lips tremble, as you parted them to speak. "you know damn well what you did."

she stood up and walked up to you, standing right in your face and leaning a little to match your eye level. "fucked another girl? huh? is that it?" she stroked your cheek with the back of her fingers, mocking your pout.

you flinched away from her touch, but she grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you towards her.

"i just had some fun." she said calmly. "besides, you can't blame me for wanting something different. just trying to make up for what you lack." she caressed your face, tracing your lips. it was almost gentle, as if she wasn't even trying to hurt you. but her words cut deep. "now, stop acting like a baby." she let go of your face. "i'm trying to have a mature conversation with you."

the obedient, scared side of you wiped your tears away and straightened up without thinking, but everytime you closed your eyes - everytime you blinked - another wave of salty liquid streamed down your cheeks.

you sniffled and tried to keep it together, but your body was shaking and feeling dizzy. still, you stood your ground.

"please, ellie... i can't do this anymore." you begged in a shaky voice.

"sh, shhh..." ellie wrapped her hands around you, rubbing your hair in a soothing motion. "don't say dumb things. i already know you can't live without me. you know that too." she grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to look at her for a second. "don't you?"

her embrace felt somehow comforting, not matching the poisoning effect of her words. you clinged onto her, hoping to get as much from this rare moment as possible.

but you knew, deep down, that this is just another manipulation tactic. you shouldn't fall for her games.

"there, there." she whispered to you. she held you even tighter, as if she was trying to absorb every ounce of energy you had left.

she pulled back and looked you straight in the eyes. "do you see what happens when you try to leave me, babe?"

"i am leaving you." you said with as much conviction as you could muster. "i'm serious this time."

but ellie just smiled, treating your words like a joke. "that's funny, honey. this is just another one of your little tantrums. you're just upset because you haven't gotten enough attention these days. but you don't want to lose me." she ran her hands along your cheeks and caressed your hair. "you'll come back to me. you'll come crawling back, just like always. because you can't live without me."

you instantly buried your face in her chest, as she started stroking your back.

she sighed. "are you finished?"

you felt ashamed. you failed, once again. you let her win.

you lifted your head up so you could see her expression. her smile was even more mocking and cruel now that you've given in to her.

"that's more like it, babe." she said with that same condescending tone. she pulled you in for another hug, as if nothing happened. "now, let's forget all about today, okay?" she whispered in your ear. "my pretty girl."

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essektheylyss · 5 days

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This was entirely tangential to this post from @utilitycaster which is why this is its own post, but the tags made me think about what feels most compelling about Liliana to me, and it's really because there's such an interesting approach to redemption in terms of the sunk cost fallacy to be had there.

There have been plenty of comparisons between Liliana and Essek, but I don't think they're really situations that can be compared. Essek had done one horrible thing (that was of relevence to the story; it is implied that he's taken other actions that he feels were wrong, but we don't know what those entail nor do the Nein care enough to ask, so per narrative convention, they do not matter for analysis) and was only still involved in it to the extent that he couldn't take it back, so to survive he had to continue covering his tracks. But he was also incentivized to otherwise act in alignment with the group that was not those on behalf of whom he had made terrible choices, because he was still living in the Dynasty, and as such wasn't actively perpetuating those actions beyond the cover up.

Liliana on the other hand is acting with the Vanguard and has been furthering if not personally committing atrocities on their behalf for a number of years, continuing to the present. Like Essek, she believes her involvement in the cause to be a difficult choice that was made for noble reasons, and now can't see a way out. But she is also relieved to be told to stay, though at the point that they discuss her leaving, she is alone and outside the immediate range of contact or oversight from the Vanguard. It seems reasonable that she could disappear with a decent headstart, and perhaps become untraceable quickly enough to be safe from anyone following. With this context, returning to the Vanguard with the intention of feeding information to the opposition feels like the riskier choice, but crucially it is the devil she knows.

I actually liken this more to Cassandra de Rolo than Essek. Cassandra was manipulated against her brother by the Briarwoods, but this was also spurred by having watched Percy seemingly leave her for dead. There are legitimate reasons why the Briarwoods, as the people who rescued her and then kept her alive for many years, are the easier option in which to place her trust. She knows what she's getting from that vantage point and how to handle it. She doesn't inherently have faith that someone she only knew as a young and helpless child, who ran from the hardships she's faced, would have the strength or willingness to do what she has found necessary for survival.

I think that Liliana's actions are more willful, not least because she was not a child nor in mortal peril when she joined the Vanguard, but she sees herself as having made difficult choices when only faced with difficult options, and I do think they have been difficult. She didn't want to leave her family; she doesn't want to hurt the young Ruidusborn under her care; she is probably genuinely sorry that innocent people were considered a necessary sacrifice for what she sees as the greater good. It is psychologically taxing to feel as though one is always picking between bad options, which is a significant contributing factor for why people buy into a sunk cost for so long. And over time, those hard decisions become easier, because you know what to expect from the outcome. Though Liliana is well aware that she might be killed for a misstep among the Vanguard, she already knows how to act to maintain their favor, but how she might be received on Exandria by those fighting the Vanguard, even with the Hells vouching for her, is anyone's guess.

This is a very real reason why people remain in cults and struggle to push back against this kind of conditioning: because the decision to leave feels more immediately perilous than the decision to stay. (On a certain level making these kinds of choices and actions habitual is a fundamental basis behind a lot of military conditioning.) And if you are acting in the interests of your own survival, but that survival comes at the cost of that of countless others who have not, in fact, made any threat or harm against you to begin with, then is the nature of your survival morally defensible?

This analysis isn't a question of whether Liliana will commit to her role as double agent and turn fully against the Vanguard, or even which one of these is a "better" story; this is about what the story might say if she doesn't. Yes, she might commit to a different path than the one she's on and make an effort to redeem herself, but it is also a perfectly coherent and interesting story if she doesn't.

#sometimes it really feels like people just. pick a character name out of a hat #and then decide that that character must get what the person feels they deserve regardless of the rest of the existing text #instead of like... considering the text for the story that has already been told and what it might still say from that vantage point #cr meta #liliana temult #essek thelyss #cassandra de rolo #critical role #anyway do not know admittedly how coherent this is but I gotta finish up my work day so I'm posting it. yolo

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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When The Party’s Over XVIII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, forbidden relationship, violence, jealousy, stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

You laid in bed, fingers clutching your pillow as you tearfully stared at your window. It was locked, as it always was these days, but that didn’t matter much when Rafe had already cemented himself in your life. Your throat hurt, and your eyes were tight from how much crying you’d done, and as your parents’ voices traveled through the wall, you felt your eyes water again.

They’d been arguing all afternoon and all night.

About you.

Your dad was too disappointed and too angry to even look for a silver lining in this while your mom, who’d always spoke of grandkids for as long as you could remember, was trying to find some positive in this. Her hurt and disappointment were still palpable too. After all, what parent dreamed of their eighteen-year-old kid getting knocked up before they even went off to college or had some semblance of a life?

You closed your eyes, thinking of how Rafe ruined everything.

As much as you hadn’t even wanted to the first time, you were resigning yourself to getting another abortion. Before, where you’d at least had some semblance of hope that a baby would put things into perspective for Rafe, now you knew just what he was capable of. As much as it didn’t sit right with you, you were much surer this time around.

…but then Rafe happened…again.

Your mind took you back to earlier in the day when you’d slapped him in the bathroom. You were sure that you’d never hit him before. In all the madness of what he put you through, you’d never tried to hurt him in any way that wasn’t self-defense. When the slap barely did anything, you’d hit him again and again.

While your parents were talking to Ward about your future, you were trying to hurt Rafe as badly as he’d hurt you.

“I can’t believe you,” you’d choked out, vision blurry from your tears. “I can’t believe you.”

That was all you’d been able to say for a while, so in shock and disbelief at what he’d done. Not even just with telling your parents, but getting you pregnant on purpose in the first place. You knew that he did. Everything was too coincidental. Not to mention, his words from that last night were still plain as day in your head.

He’d promised that everyone would know you were his.

“If you think-.”

“If I think what?” he’d wondered, stepping towards you and crowding you against the wall. “Hmm?”

You had swallowed, tearful gaze holding his cold one as he stared you down.

“If you thought I was going to let you get away from me, get rid of my child,” you flinched at the emphasis there. “…move on and run off to college like we never happened, maybe you are dumb.”

Your lips trembled, nails digging into your palms.

“If you’re even thinking there’s some way you can get out of this, I’m all too happy to tell you you’re wrong,” he spat. “My father will fight whatever legal battle you try to throw our way, and you know it.”

Rafe’s nose brushed yours, and the only sound you could really register was your heavy breathing.

“That baby is a Cameron. It belongs to me,” he quietly told you. “…and so does its mother.”

You had furiously blinked, more tears falling, and Rafe had reached up to wipe them away. His hands rested on your cheeks, thumbs brushing against your damp skin, and you had watched his face fall some, evening out.

“Don’t make this hard on yourself when it doesn’t need to be,” he’d whispered, almost begging. “You love kids. I know you do, and it’s how I know you hated getting rid of the first one.”

You’d looked away.

“You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“You didn’t give me a choice.”

Your eyes had met his again, more tears falling.

“I can take care of you both—I will take care of you both,” Rafe had darkly promised, and if it weren’t for the fact that your pregnancy had been intentional, you would’ve thought it sweet. “You’ll want for nothing-.”

“Except for someone who doesn’t hurt me and rape me, right?”

He’d pressed his lips together at that, and you shook your head, fighting back more tears.

“Rafe, you can’t do this,” you’d shakily whispered, tone pleading.

His brows drew together, and he tilted his head.

“…and what are you going to do to stop me? Hmm?”

You hadn’t had an answer for him.

“You can try and press charges, but we both know that won’t end well.”

You’d looked down at that.

“You can try and run from me, but I will always find you,” he’d promised. “…and if you think you can sneak off to Charlotte again, I’d like to see you try.”

You’d closed your eyes, hating the truth in his words more than anything.

“…and beautiful…”

You’d reluctantly opened your eyes at the nickname, trembling as Rafe pressed his hands to the wall on either side of your head. His dark blond hair kissed his forehead, and his blue eyes gleamed dangerously.

“If you try to keep this baby from me, I’ll ruin your fucking life.”

You released a shaky breath as he looked between your eyes.

“I’ll show you just how bad things can really get.”

You couldn’t imagine how things could get worse, but if Rafe was consistent with one thing, it was proving that particular thought wrong. When he reached up to touch your face, you shivered, and you could see that he was looking to where the faint bruise on your cheek would be if it weren’t for your makeup.

“It doesn’t make sense to try and do things the hard way each and every time when you’re just going to get the same result—right back to me.”

Rafe’s words rang true, even now as you laid in bed, but it didn’t mean you had to like them. God, you knew that coming up with anything to fight Rafe wouldn’t end well for you. You knew that it would only prolong the inevitable, but you had to at least try. You wanted to look back and at least say you tried. It was the right thing to do…right?

Sleep barely found you, and you tossed and turned most of the night.

As precarious as you wanted to claim your future was, it really wasn’t. There was really only one clear path, and you hated it. The events of yesterday didn’t even feel real, and yet, they were. Your parents knew about your relationship with Rafe, and they knew you were pregnant, and instead of the horrifying truth, Rafe had painted you both out to be some lovesick teenagers who just got too caught up in the whirlwind of it all.

Your dad hadn’t even said a word to you since yesterday, only your mom asking how you slept and if you’d eaten. It wasn’t unusual for her to ask those things, but you both knew there was a hidden meaning behind it. You hated the way she gazed at you, like you were precious, in a delicate position.

Like you were eating for two, now.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” she finally asked long after breakfast was over.

You both were sitting on the couch, and you stared at the wall as her gaze rested on you. You wanted to tell her it was because you’d only just found out yourself, but even revealing just how partially sinister Rafe was would come back to bite. If your parents knew the truth, they’d try to kill Rafe or throw him under the jail in a heartbeat, and Rafe was right about a lot of things lately, but especially when he’d said that Ward wasn’t going to let you smear the Cameron name.

Even if it was all true.

“I was scared, I guess.”

It wasn’t a lie.

You were scared. You never wanted your parents to know about any of this, to look at you with the disappointment they’d worn yesterday. You went to the fancy private school. You had the grades for scholarships and to get into any college you wanted. You didn’t stay in trouble like Pope. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen to you.

“Rafe sure does seem to care about you, a lot…” you closed your eyes at that. “…and he seems to really care about this baby too.”

You didn’t know what Rafe was.

He claimed to love you, but that hadn’t stopped him from hurting you in more ways than one. He claimed to care about this baby, but already he’d brought it up as an excuse to hurt you if need be. Rafe just didn’t like losing. At least, that’s what you thought, but even the sorest of losers wouldn’t go so far as to propose marriage. You really didn’t know what Rafe was, but determined to keep you was evident more than anything else.

…and you didn’t even know why.

“He’s so young, just like you, but he seemed very sincere when he talked about wanting to marry you.”

You swallowed at that.

“Do you want to marry him?”

That question didn’t require any thought.

Of course, you didn’t want to marry Rafe. You didn’t even want to be near him, but you kept that to yourself, merely shrugging. Your mom sighed, and you could see that she was trying to be gentle about all of this as opposed to your dad who could barely look at you.

“You do want this baby…right? Rafe definitely made it seem like you did, but I realized that I never got the chance to ask you.”

“I don’t know,” you quietly told her.

Deep down, that was the truth.

Like before, you didn’t want to get rid of it, but also like before, you knew that you needed to. If you ever wanted a chance at a life away from Rafe, you needed to, but you knew there was no chance of you getting to Charlotte without Rafe stopping you before you even made it on the Ferry.

“Well…that’s okay,” she relented, patting your leg. “You still have some time to think about it and talk it over with Rafe.”

You resisted the urge to huff at that, hating that your mom was so privy to this part of your life that you didn’t want anyone to know about. Hearing her talk about you and Rafe like some couple made your stomach turn, and you licked your lips as she continued.

“Just in case you’re…worried about what your dad and I might think, I want you to know that I’ll be happy with whatever you decide…”

You looked at her at that, and your shoulders dropped. The smile she sent you was comforting, but tight.

“…so, you should do what you feel is right, regardless of how you think it’ll make us feel.”

You could see the glimmer in her eyes, the hope on her face. Your mom was saying all the right things, but anyone could tell that she wanted you to keep this baby, no matter how much she tried to hide it. You didn’t even have the strength to tell her that because of Rafe, she’d probably get exactly what she wanted.

“Maybe…maybe we can get you to Charlotte again. Or maybe there’s someone on Outer Banks who…”

Pope trailed off as you lifted your head, looking at him with a blank face. It had been days since you’d been ambushed by Rafe and his dad, your dad still wasn’t talking to you, and Pope… Pope was desperately trying to come up with anything to get you out of this situation. You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop where he realized just how you became pregnant again.

After all, it happened after the day Pope learned the truth, and in this whole madness, his mind wasn’t letting him linger on the elephant in the room.

“You have to do something.”

“For what? For Rafe to stop me? Get mad at me again? Take it out on you again—or dad?”

You shrugged, finally feeling…defeated, and you could tell that it was written all over your face. Rafe had gotten to you because he was right. The only chance you had was to get off this island and never come back, and that just wasn’t practical. You were eighteen and pregnant with no credit, no savings, and no means of surviving away from your family. Even if they helped you out, it was just another way Rafe could find you and drag you back, and you didn’t need your family feeling any worse than they already did.

Especially Pope.

Besides, you hated Rafe, but you loved your family more than you could ever hate him, and you’d miss them too much. Even just the thought of trying to make it without them and with minimal contact was enough to make your throat tight. Rafe had you well and truly stuck, and as much as you didn’t want him to be right, he was.

Anything you did would just prolong the inevitable.

…and that’s how you found yourself in Bunny’s car on the way to the Cameron residence. You’d told your parents where you were going, and your mom had swallowed down her obvious curiosity while your dad had simply nodded. He still hadn’t spoken a word to you, and you tried not to take it personal, knowing how much this was to process even without the details only you knew about.

You found your hatred of Rafe bubbling to the surface at that.

Rafe’s inability to keep your relationship perils between you two was infuriating. First, he brought Pope into it, and now his dad and your parents. Maybe that was why he kept getting the upper hand because between the two of you, you were the only one who felt you had something to hide. Rafe had wanted the relationship out and in the open from the beginning, and you never foresaw your desire for secrecy being used against you one day.

Bunny was definitely curious as she dropped you off, and you ignored the questions in her eyes, only telling her you needed to talk to Rafe about something. It definitely wasn’t a lie, but the something in question was a pretty big something that you were choosing to leave out. You sighed to yourself as she drove off, thankful that Pope hadn’t been home when you left. Your brother would’ve happily tied you down to keep you from going to see Rafe alone.

The smile that Rose gave you when she opened the door told you that she knew.

You swallowed.

“Is Rafe home?”

His truck was in the yard, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” she sweetly said, gently rubbing your back as she ushered you inside. “He’s just upstairs but let me go and get him.”

As she made her way upstairs, you decided that you hated this already. She’d looked at you like you were some miracle sent from God to tame her demented stepson. She’d looked at you like some saving grace, and you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she viewed you as an extension of Rafe in some way. Now that you were carrying his child, you belonged to him in their eyes, and the thought made you sick…because it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Movement at the top of the stairs drew your attention, and you absentmindedly took a step back at the sight of Rafe. You kept your eyes on him as he descended, and that smug curve of his lips was almost enough to make you flip him off and leave with no intentions of ever coming back. You faintly took note of Ward standing near the stairs as Rafe approached, but it was hard to focus on him.

Rafe had a way of stealing all of your attention, both the good and the bad.

Neither of you said a word as he walked outside, you following close behind. You were somewhat nervous as you followed him to the dock, recalling the last time you were with him near water. Rafe seemed to read our thoughts as he eyed the way you lingered on the grass, and you took a deep breath, glancing away.

“I don’t want to be with you,” you finally said. “I figured I’d make that clear up front.”

That obviously wasn’t what Rafe wanted to hear if the way he frowned indicated anything.

“You’re not good for me, and you’ve done too much to even consider moving past it all, and you know what else?” you licked your lips. “I don’t want you around this baby.”

Rafe shifted at that, glancing away, and you watched the sunlight glint off of his blue eyes.

“It’s not fair that you can do everything you’ve done, and still get it all. Everything you want. I hate it,” you choked out. “It sucks that you can hurt me over and over again and still have the right to call this baby yours, raise it with me, be in it’s life…and all because of who your dad is.”

He wouldn’t look at you, and you blinked back tears, struggling to swallow.

“It really fucking sucks…but there isn’t anything I can do about it,” you whispered, folding your arms over your chest just as he looked at you. “So, tell me what you want…”

“Besides you?”

“You’re not getting me,” you sneered. “I can’t keep you away from this baby, and so I can’t keep you out of my life, but we are nothing.”

Rafe smirked at that, and you glared at him, stepping closer.

“I’m serious, Rafe. You got what you wanted—me pregnant and tied to you forever, but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to us. You’re it’s father, and that’s it,” you explained with a shrug.

Rafe slowly nodded, softly chuckling to himself, and it made you grind your teeth.

“We’ll see,” was all he said, and you didn’t know why that made you angrier than anything else, right now.

You pressed your lips together, angrily shaking your head at him.

“Fuck you,” you breathed. “You did a shitty thing, you know that?”

He didn’t respond, and you continued.

“My own dad can’t even look at me,” you tearfully confessed. “They never expected this from me, so does that make you feel good? Huh? Do you like that you just completely screwed me over?”

“Well,” he slowly started. “Maybe it’s a good thing you won’t be there much, anyway.”

You frowned at that, pausing as you blinked at him.

“What…what are you talking about?”

Rafe moved towards you, and you were frozen with confusion, studying his face as he reached up to brush his fingers across his mouth. His blue eyes drank you in with a small smile.

“You’re pregnant, beautiful,” he said as if that explained it all. “You need the right foods, the right vitamins, the proper care.”

You swallowed.

“You’ll need regular check-ups and constant looking after that your parents can’t give you because they both work, and I’d die before I trust your brother to make sure this baby is born healthy.”

Your lips parted, and you sharply inhaled. Rafe swiped his tongue between his lips, reaching up to gently touch your face.

“I’m a lot of things, but I won’t be a deadbeat. I’m going to be there for every moment of this pregnancy, and it’s either I come live with you, or you come live with me. Everyone involved knows what the obvious answer is,” he paused, letting out a breath. “Everyone except you apparently.”

You slapped his hand away, feeling like you’d been sucker punched.

“Rose and I don’t work…not yet, anyway,” he chuckled, and you didn’t linger on what that meant. “…and we have so much space here. You need to be in a place where you can be comfortable, and once my dad is finished with your parents, they’ll see it that way too.”

Tears finally spilled over, and you stumbled away from him.

“…and as for us,” his fingers grazed your neck. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

His soft voice reached your ears, and Rafe pressed his nose to your hair, deeply inhaling.

“I hear those pregnancy hormones can be a bitch to cope with without some…help.”

You pushed him away, and the sound of his laugh filled your ears as you stumbled back to the house.

#dark rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #obx #obx fic #obx fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #Outer Banks #outer banks fanfiction

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running-with-kn1ves · 8 months

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Can we have more of Edira? I am completely in love with your writing!

A/N: This one is out to you Edira freaks and geeks 🎤! Apologies its not much proof read. Thank you to those always sending positive vibes <3 you don't go unnoticed 😽😽

TW: Suggestive content, implied past/future sexual relations, boobs+ butts, use of sugar mommy/daddy, borderline nsft

Summary: Just a night alone with your lovely (totally not gaslighting or manipulating) corporate fiancée.

“Sugar mommy?”

“Yeah its a… term of-- endearment. I guess?”

“People around the office don’t usually use terms of endearment for me.” Edira squinted her eyes, scrutinizing your explanation.

“Sugar mommy…” She contemplated again. “isn’t that usually what you call some old creep preying on young girls?”

You slightly cringed hearing the term come out of her mouth again.

“Well-- that’s usually sugar daddy; sugar mommy on the other hand.. Is usually looked at more positively. Like… a MILF.”

“A MILF?” Edira scoffs. “Is that what I am? I’m not even a mother.” She sighed, pushing her greying blonde hair back with her fingers, looking back down at the paperwork on her vanity. “Or am I just old…”

“Aw now don’t say that. You’re.. Like fine wine. Aging better with time.” Hearing the poorly constructed compliment leave your mouth nearly made you want to gag. Especially because you never thought twice about giving Edira such kind words; not when she still played you like her personal emotional dildo.

“Besides, what does it matter anyway? It’s not like you cared about what they thought about you beforehand. Why now?”

Edira massaged her temples, back turned to you as her head hung low. She had been getting increasingly more exhausted now that she had to focus on performance evaluations. You would’ve been worried for your job if it weren’t for the fact that you were sleeping with your boss, being strung along with her whims. You were safe for as long as Edira kept her interest in you.

“You’re right,” She suddenly started, getting up out of her chair. “Its too exhausting to worry about what those lowlives think; I don’t know when I started caring.”

Her crinkled white button up pulled upward slightly as she lifted her arms to tie back her hair. The last two undone buttons revealed the dark of her mesh, black thong as she stood in front of you. Her eyes closed as she wrapped a hairtie around the thick, straight tresses.

She took off her tight pencil skirt long ago, finding it far more comfortable to do paper work in the barest of minimums. She’d probably go fully nude if it weren’t for your scolding modesty, and the fact that the housekeeper had yet to go home.

You scurried farther back onto the bed, repositioning your book on your lap as you looked away. But even as your head was buried in your book, you couldn’t help but peak your eyes upward; Not even out of sheer lust, but curiousity. You could never look away when it came to her-- and she knew it. You hated how she knew what her every move did, how it effected her surroundings and most of all-- you. You pressed your legs together, holding the book on your thighs as you attempted to get back to reading.

It was like your subconscious willed you to look, to look at the way she dipped on each foot as she tried to position the tight black piece of elastic in a comfortable manner through her hair, how her swelled chest pushed against the white button up that you told her was too tight. But she liked it, liked how it made it easier for her to win over investors, how easily it won over you. Even through her padless bra and dress shirt, you could see the faint outlines of two round buds--

Nope, that was too much. You were getting ahead of yourself; how could you be so shameless? Especially with the woman who you cursed for all your problems and woes. However that was a double edged sword-- she was also to thank for your promotion, for the raise in your salary (as if that even mattered with her around), and your upgrade in housing. But what did that really matter, when your pride was missing?

The older woman sighed, breathily with a hint of a moan at the end.

“I’m too tired to work on the rest of this... Why don’t you join me in the shower? I’m surprised you haven’t gotten in yet…” Edira commented, sliding onto the bed with her knees to get closer to you.

“You wanted company, remember?” You rebuttled back, reminding her how you didn’t choose voluntarily to be by her side right now.

“Ah, right.”

She positioned her hands on your knees, leaning over to see the words on your book. She didn’t ask about it, instead reading upside down as she spoke. “So, all the more reason for you to join me. This looks boring anyway. Is this one of the books that I got you?” She asked, though you knew she wasn’t really looking for an answer.

You felt slightly offended, though not surprised that she was criticizing your enjoyment.

“It’s not. And.. I think I’ll just get in after you. Besides, Carla is still in the kitchen-- what happens if she comes looking for one of us?”

Edira didn’t respond, instead walking out of the bedroom to stand in the doorway.

“Carla,” She shouted, leaning on the side of the doorframe. “It’s already 10 hon, you can head home.”

“Edira!” You whisper-screamed, looking her up and down as you saw Carla come down the hall.

“Okay, Miss Edira.” The rounded woman put the broom back in the closet nearby yours and Edira’s bedroom, waving to you as Edira gave her a warm smile. The woman’s faint Bulgarian accent came out as she said her goodbye’s, the front door shutting behind her after she gathered her purse from the table.

“What’s the matter with you!” You scolded. “I can’t believe you’d show up like-- that-- in front of Carla; do you really want to scare her off, I thought you liked her.”

You grabbed your temples, shutting your book as the panic began to recede from your chest.

“Oh please, don’t be so dramatic,” Edira waved her hand frivolously at you, shutting the door behind her. “ Carla’s seen me in much worse states, as have you--- wearing only half of my office clothes hasn’t been the worst of it.”

“And I do like her,” Edira followed, pulling you up with one hand as you limply allowed her to tug. “She’s the only maid I can bare. Otherwise, I’d have you running up and around here cleaning up after me in a cute little maid outfit instead.”

“Housekeeper.” You corrected, giving her a frown as she lowered her hands down to your waist.

Edira rolled her eyes childishly, pushing her pelvis up against the front of your hips, her bareness pressing against the warmth of your comfy sweatpants. You still wore your baby blue office blouse, not having the commitment to change the rest of your clothes since coming home. But its not like that mattered now, since Edira was so insistent on dragging you closer to the shower.

She walked backwards, holding onto the drawstrings of your pants as she pulled you along. She held a gentle smirk, her undereyes slightly darkened from a lack of sleep.

“Are you sure about this..?” You slowly slid your feet against the carpet, hesitantly following. “We both need our rest for tomorrow, and the shower isn’t always the safest opt--”

“Shh,” She hushed, grabbing your hips with a firmness as her nails slid gently under your shirt, running shivers up your spine; she knew you loved it when her nails ticklishly played against your back. “Just follow me, sweet thing.”

She walked faster now, dragging you by the front of your pants into the master bathroom. Your socked feet nearly slid against the grouted tile floor, the rug cutting off abruptly. Edira shut the door behind you, her buttocks slightly sticking out in view as she turned away.

You spun around, rubbing your face up and down as you tried to steady the anxiety that was clawing out of your heart. You always got anxious when she wanted to get intimate; she could be so demanding, so degrading if you did one wrong move-- but the praise, oh the praise made it so worth it when she pushed back your hair and said how good you were for her.

Edira pulled you back around, watching you as she turned the lock, strands of hair falling out of her loose ponytail as they fell into her eyes.

“Well, going to reject me now?” She asked, leaning dangerously close to your face. You had hardly moved away from the door once she pushed you in.

“Well…”

“Well, what?” Edira mocked, running a finger down your jaw.

Her lips were so close to yours that you couldn’t pay attention to her eyes anymore, merely focusing on the breath that entered and left her mouth.

“Say no, hm? I dare you to.” You heard the faint sound of her buttons coming undone, hands changing to reaching the tops of her buttons as she leaned in close.

Her hand pushed to the back of your head, gently nursing you to kiss her as she pulled your sweatpants down just a tad. They fell with ease, her breasts softly squishing against your chest as you felt the heat of her body that was once kept warm by her clothes.

“I know you can’t.”

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my-my-my · 1 year

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Do you have some meta hcs on Aizen?

Ugh yes, I love me some meta HCs!

The way Aizen ruled Las Noches would be similar to how he would rule once he became the Soul King. Beings would be given rankings based on their strengths, but it was still equitable (i.e. The Espada were ranked, but they had their own "kingdom" that were fairly equal in size/capacity between each of them).

I think he did this because he hates the concept of the Great Noble Families that reside in Soul Society. I think he's someone who despises nepotism, and the Great Noble Families are living proof that nepotism rules.

Aizen misses teaching. I saw some people remark that maybe "he likes the sound of his own voice", but I disagree. I'm of the opinion he liked imparting knowledge, and he wanted to get more students to critically think about Soul Society. I don't think he met many students in this regard though, because a lot of them fawned over him for superficial reasons.

I'm putting the rest behind a cut because it'll get too long otherwise!

In a way, the way Aizen wanted to speak to Ichigo, and just Aizen's rebelling/criticisms of Soul Society, remind me a lot of Socrates. There was even this whole thing with Socrates and "corrupting the youth" that he was charged with. Shunsui and Urahara didn't want Aizen to speak to Ichigo at the end, and I like to believe it's because they knew Aizen would tell Ichigo about the corruption Soul Society was built upon. Can't have the hero learn that he was working for a morally corrupt institution, can we? 🙃

Going back to the Trial of Socrates and Aizen's own trajectory, there are some similarities:

They both committed "blasphemy" (Socrates didn't believe in the Greek gods, Aizen disregards the Soul King).

They led their "followers"/"students" to question the basis of their society (corruption of the youth). It's good to note that Aizen wasn't totally successful with this, only Tosen and the Espada were followers, Gin was following Aizen for his own revenge.

Both of their trials were held with majority, if not all, male-led jurors (Aizen and Central 46) who decided their sentencing.

Both condemned to death (in Aizen's case, because he's immortal, 20,000 years but that might as well be death...)

Both could have escaped and dodge their punishments, but opted not to. Socrates was given an out, but took his death penalty. Aizen was temporarily exonerated for wartime service, and willingly went back to serve the remainder of his time.

In one of the novels (I think Spirits are Forever with You), Shinji and Momo talk about how Aizen probably wasn't lying to them as much as he wanted them to believe, and I would agree with them. Yeah, Aizen is a master manipulator, but he probably said a lot of "half truths" rather than full-blown lies. It's easier to manipulate someone when there's some semblance of proof to work from.

I'd like to think that at the end of Bleach, Aizen doesn't have the goal to become the Soul King anymore, but he does want change to happen in Soul Society. It's whole existence is based on a lie, and Aizen wants to see its reform. My own headcanon is that once that happens, I think Aizen would want to die - and since the hogyoku is tied to him, it would take away his immortality.

Again, a lot of people see Aizen as a narcissist, but I don't see it. Aizen wanted to be Soul King because he saw everyone else being unable to take a stand. He literally followed the quote "be the change you want to see in the world". He fully acknowledges that Yamamoto is stronger than him, Urahara is smarter than him, but those two refuse to do anything to fix the system. It's why he can acknowledge them, but can't respect them. Why have all that power and not try to change?

Last one lol: I'm of the opinion Aizen likes bullying Hitsugaya lmao. The way Aizen just reads him so easily and doesn't care to fuck around with him. A part of me thinks it stems from jealousy towards Hitsugaya for having people care for him. Another reason is that Aizen doesn't think Hitsugaya is the prodigy everyone else claims he is. Aizen just cuts him down in true "is this your MAN?!" fashion lol

Thanks for this ask!! I hope this is what you wanted in terms of "meta" lol

#aizen sousuke #sousuke aizen #aizen sosuke #sosuke aizen #bleach #bleach writings #aizen headcanon

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gh0stlyfixation · 1 year

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Winter

Part one

Paring Simon Riley x fem winter soldier reader, uses she/her, using Y/N.

Warnings: none? Let me know. May have put you inside of she/her in some spots haven't written like this in a while.

A/N: This is set after End Game, Nat and Steve are still around. This does not follow any of the MARVEL plot and it's move of a love story than action-packed. Not sure how this will play out, may be a mini series or another longer series if y’all like this part. This is just a test run really, so please let me know what y’all think.

Winter master list

“By the United Nations, we hereby pardon James Barnes and Y/N Y/L for all forced crimes committed. Both parties have agreed to court-mandated therapy and the court place of residence. James Barnes will reside in New York and Y/N Y/L will reside in her chosen place of Manchester England. Each party will be allowed to resume work with SHEILD, the newly founded organization after the HYDRA overthrow.”

That’s how she found herself here, alone in an unfamiliar town with unfamiliar faces. She hated it but as part of her pardon, she’ll stay as long as she needs to. She looks up at the three stories building full of apartments. She didn’t have much but the money the government gave her, would help. After all, they did provide a place to live with the necessities she needed.

“Door 102.” She says quietly to herself as she twists her head each way. Her eyes land on the number 102, she searches for her keys, and in the corner of her eye she sees a masked man doing the same with his door. She doesn’t question it though. The tenant told her of her neighbor, a masked man, quiet and reserved, in the army never really home much, but Jesus he could pick a better mask.

It didn’t help she was an ex-criminal, all her red alarms signaled in her brain, but she was able to ignore them. The words have been wiped from her memory, she now holds her notebook of herself in her bag so she can lock it away and never see it again. She realizes she’s been staring too long and mumbles a sorry to the man before hastily unlocking her door and shutting it.

The man recognizes her from the news he’s watched, an ex-criminal that was tortured and granted a pardon but also a hero who brought down Thanos. What in the hell is she doing here? Now that he was retiring, forcefully, medically discharged, he had nothing to do. The girl intrigued him, he wanted to know more about her kind, not that she’s a different species, just the serum and its effect, but he knew damn well that was classified and personal.

Simon showers and sits down on the couch and pulls his laptop out and sees if he can find any information on her, why is she here, this is creepy, he thinks, fuck what else can I do? He yells at himself but he continues to look her up.

The winter soldiers, James and Y/N have been pardoned following specific guidelines made by the United Nations. Those have been kept confidential but we are glad to see they are free as the crimes they have committed were forced by brainwashing, manipulation, and other tactics of fear. We know James “Bucky” Barnes was captured during World War Two and Y/N Y/L during the 50s, both in and out of a cryo freeze preserving their body’s as if they haven’t aged a day. Congratulations and may the rest of their lives be peaceful. A news person spoke.

Simon scoffed, her life will never be peaceful, she’s been through hell and back. He doesn’t know what to expect of his new neighbor, the last ones were quiet, and he hopes she will be too. He knows the walls are thin so when he hears the phone ring he thinks it’s his, but stops when his phone doesn’t light up.

“Hello?” her voice spoke, it was on edge, “I’m fine Fury. I'm supposed to be at the base tomorrow morning to meet Natasha … yes, thank you for letting her come, it certainly makes things easier for me … Fury? Really?” He hears the slight humor in her voice but knows that her face is stoic, it had to be. “We’ll tell Steve and Bucky that I’m fine and to stop worrying. They can call me a whine..” You grumbled, “okay bye.”

Fuck these walls need to be thicker, Simon thinks. What base is she talking about. It certainly isn’t the British base. Is there a SHEILD base? There was, about 20 minutes from here know that he remembers.

She glances around her apartment, it’s furnished, at least. Needs a few decorations. Maybe Nat can help with that, not now though I need to sleep, it’s late. She wonders to the bedroom and thank the heavens there were sheets and a comforter. After changing into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt she hops in and quickly falls asleep.

Simon sat in the quiet reading a book he picked up from the shelf, this shit is boring, he says to himself. That’s when he hears faint quiet screams, mumbled almost. His ears start to perk up and realizes it’s the new neighbor. Fuck these thin walls! Something could be wrong. Simon argues with himself but when the noise starts getting louder he runs to her door and knocks, but no answer. He twists the knob and thankfully it opens, she needs to fucking lock her door, what is she stupid?

No, because she can kill someone in point two seconds. But he runs to the screams and finds her sweating in her bed. A night terror. He knows how to wake one up properly without a fight or struggle, he nudges her arm hard a few times then lightly once she starts to calm down, “wha-what- who are you?” She scrambles to her feet, pissed that she let her skills out the window. She tugs down her sleeve and Simon sees metal flash by her now covered hand.

“You had a night terror. The walls are thin and the door was unlocked. I’m your neighbor Simon.” His voice was soft and deep.

She stands there for a moment, embarrassed at herself. “I’m sorry.” she tells him

“It’s no problem, um, I have them too. I'm ex-military. It happens.” He says, trying to relate himself to her.

“Oh, well maybe we can help each other then.” she shyly says. What the fuck is wrong with you! Why are you getting shy? She yells at herself. Simon smiles slightly under his mask, she doesn’t notice though, “you know when we start to scream? So we don’t wake the rest of the building.” She explained clasping her hands together in front of her.

Simon looks up at her and nods, “it’s probably best. Do you have an extra key?” He asked. She nods and looks for it on her nightstand that she threw her wallet and essentials in. She hands it over to Simon and he takes it in his hand. He pulls out his ring of keys and picks off the extra key to his door and hands it to her.

Ig’s silent for a moment but you sit back down on your bed. Does he know who I are? Who doesn’t, I’m all over the news. “Do you know who I am?” she quietly ask. She needed to know.

He looks into her eyes, “You're Y/N. I’ve heard about you.” He tells her honestly.

“Are you scared of me?” She thinks it’s a ridiculous question,

“What they say on the news, what your crimes were, what your capable of, doesn’t make you who you are. We both killed hundreds, but it doesn’t make us who we are. You’ve saved the world, give yourself the credit for that.” Simon tells her.

Who knew i’d be getting a pep talk from a stranger. You think. “You don’t know me though, what the news says, you don’t know the half of what I’ve done. I’m dangerous. Unpredictable.” She say.

He does not doubt that she's dangerous and unpredictable, he doesn’t know her and she’s right. “Well now that we’re neighbors and I no longer have a life, I hope to get to know you. Your the only interesting person around here anyways, besides that old man who’s constantly screaming at the kids down the hall.” Simon tells her.

“What? Don’t have any friends?” she tease, your face still stoic.

He rolls his eyes and gets up. “Go back to sleep.” He walks out the door back to his apartment, what the fuck was this feeling? Happiness? No, I rarely feel that. Is he a friend now? Fuck. What the fuck?

#simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #mw2 x reader

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rowanwithaz · 7 months

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AFO: Poorly Written Or a Mastermind?

I was thinking today about AFO,and...it all CLICKED for me. I've seen a good amount of people call afo stupid because of the things he's done,and I will talk about that. I always like to say,this is my opinion and how I've seen it,so please do feel free to share your opinion as well,I'd like to see everyone's perspective.

Society.

Society uplifts and loves heros in bnha,the system works against Afo,but,I think Afo likes that it does. Let me explain.

The way afo has done things is to go to people who are quirkless because society shuns them,then manipulate and bribe those people to work for him. It works in his favor at the end of the day. He also goes to people who hate heros,and because society loves heros,it's easier to find people who hate them.

It's honestly really clever. Instead of outing the heros for their dirty business to where all people hate heros (because he does know about their dirty laundry) he instead uses the system and society meant to STOP HIM,against the people who made it. Clever. Also,I know you may be thinking, "well,why did he let the society happen in the first place if he knew about the bad stuff," Because,if you destroy a society with the thing that essentially has ran it for about a hundred years,confusion anger and anarchy happen,then you can use said confusion,and anger to your advantage. Again,another manipulative tactic.

Well,I know, "that's just unrealistic," is it really? Cuz, that's what he does and has done. With Shigaraki;he used the anger hatred and confusion he had to manipulate him. It's just on a lager scale. I mean,we see in the vigilante arc that people will turn on heros pretty easily.

But,there is oneeee colossal problem with this plan. Ofa. And what has afo done to kill off all the past users? (Expect the one that died of old age.) Targeted and isolated them to where they'd kill and destroy themselves all alone to try and stop him. And here's where the issues arises,Izuku would had died if it wasn't for one person.

Katsuki.

It's no secret Katsuki means a lot to Izuku,and that's why he "died",but there's more.

Katsuki is physical proof that people can grow away from society's standards and he's close with the person with the power that could stop afo.Katsuki breaks away from society,and that makes afo feel threatened. Soooo,what do you do when someone is in your way when you're a villain? Ya kill 'im!

The thing with Katsuki was; he knew full well that this power was a curse,so he was the one who was keeping tabs on it. To make sure Izuku was alive and is well informed on what he's getting himself into.

None of the past users HAD that. None of them had someone to care about them,to question what they were getting themselves into,who KNEW them.

Knew their limits,knew what they needed,when they needed to rest,that's why afo needed to get rid of Katsuki. Because without that isolation,without that REASON to live,they risk it all and he can win. That's the reason he went after Katsuki. Because he defied the society he was using against its self,so he got scared of Katsuki. And we know what FEAR leads to. Hurt. We hurt what we fear. So,he killed Katsuki to make Izuku fuck up,and to make sure he didn't have to fear the rest of society realizing how broken it was.

Ego.

Now,afo has done some stupid shit,taken some risks,and said some things were we're like, "Well,DUH." But, here's why afo is like that.

He's a narcissistic,arrogant,manipulative,self absorbed,piece of shit. And with what he's done,you kinda can't be surprised he's so full of himself and so self assured.

He's killed seven people with the power that could supposedly stop him,no fucking wonder he got so full of himself. This may seem to us like it's the story being simplified,but in reality it's just showing how arrogant he truly is. He's smart,just self absorbed. He doesn't care about something unless it concerns him,Shigaraki's strength and will power,it's something he's underestimated,so of course he wouldn't pay as much attention to it as he should had.

So at the end of the day Afo is:

An arrogant,self absorbed,narcissistic,manipulative master mind.

So,in my opinion,he's not poorly written,he's just so self absorbed that he's only realizing all this shit now. That's what it is. At least to me.

#Afo #Bnha #bakugo katsuki #midoryia izuku #Ofa #GreeNade #:')

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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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Hello im coming to hit you with some small tidbits and also my own little thoughts ive had with my own durge because of it :D (this got long because adhd go brr; tldr, you can totally play durge as a weapon without real autonomy due to Bhaal and his possessing of the Durge, and i went all in on that and also the Pining TM) One thing that Sceleritas will apparently tell you (and I believe I read this elsewhere on tumblr) was that the most awful thing he ever saw you do was (checks notes) give gold to a beggar. There's also times with the durge where, when dealing with like, sweet things, they feel physically sick at the sweetness of it/the person/their own actions? And its implied that that feeling comes from Bhaal, and it almost feels like Bhaal is essentially sneering at the act in your blood and its like an intrusive thought that the durge has to push away and push through if you lean less Murder Hobo with them. Theres an especially good example in the Grove with Arabela when you can potentially send the kid to her death or you can push through that thought and instead focus on saving her and the narrator describes it as you taking a breath and willing the thoughts away to retain some clarity. Combined with the fact that the durge often has like,,,, detox symptoms? And can outright state when talking to Sarevok if you become an Unholy Assassin and play their little game and be a good Bhaalspawn, that you wished Bhaal trusted you enough to not possess you and use you against your will, so the game even leaves room for a Durge to turn against Bhaal, not even out of morality or inherent goodness, which can also 100% be played up and played into, but rather out of an autonomy issue, that sure, maybe they are a murderer, but at least now itll be 100% their choice who and when and how, and not a thing that literally overtakes them and possesses them Exorcist style minus the pea soup! When I played my Durge who was made specifically with Gortash in mind, Miri, she was actively walking backward on her history- blending in with the cult in Moonrise, trying to find notes and letters and talking to anyone who might've known her before to see what was up. But i never actually leaned into being a Bhaalspawn, I actually played her pragmatically. She was a bit of an ice queen and could be cruel, cold, callous but she was ultimately a strategist. But its that call to her history - not Bhaal but just,,,, knowing who she was, finding her identity that was so cruelly stolen from her, however messy and horrific it, she, mightve been, and then with Gortash, that turns up to 11 because "holy shit theres been a little hole inside me until i finally made my way back here, back to you, and you knew me, holy shit i feel like i know you, i feel like i trust you and i feel like you're the first person i dont want to have to kill, oh no you were important somehow before but how?" which turns into "Am I too different now? Is too much of me gone for you to feel whatever you might've felt, the feeling that is tugging at me too?" and the answer is no, because its still her and it was never just about being a bhaalspawn; she admired and respected him and it was the same back; two abused, lost, cruel people, who found one person they didnt want to be like that with, didnt *need* to be like that with, because they accepted one another (and also also the way Gortash is like huh im surprised you turned on bhaal but now the power we obtain will be ours and you wont even have a god in the mix so that means all the more power to you and you alone <3) Anyways i think im actually in love with this stupid man and gortash with an OC, tav or durge, is my Roman Empire

aww thanks for sharing! I think my biggest “issue” with Durgetash is the whole reveling in being bad together, mostly brought on by Durge (?). Personally (like yay for anyone who finds that appealing) I find being a cruel, manipulative, murdering power couple to be boring. It’s always easier to be evil than good. The world isn’t inherently fair. it comes with the territory.

It’s why Gortash is the most interesting to me when he offers a Tav a coalition. He seems gray with his morals, pragmatic, not picky about what gives him the control he so desperately craves. Durge (in most portrayals, but I’m really thankful for your version, which I thinks is very interesting) is often portrayed as someone reveling in the murder and all the bad. This whole heehee-haha we’ll murder the world vibe for a pre-tadpole Durgetash is just… I don’t connect to a character who had no redeeming backstory other than a sudden bout of amnesia?

But it seems like the portrayals I’ve seen of Durge so far have been more caricatures, more exaggerated, and that’s okay (again not trying to judge, it’s just my personal preference). If there could be a version of Durge that always struggled with the murder? Who didn’t eat people because that’s their thing? Who didn’t fuck corpses because they were into it?

Yeah. I can work with that. That’s a story of breaking free, of redemption and reinvention. Yes, I like that.

#enver gortash #durge #durgetash #gortash asks #technically a durge ask but alas #silverhand-hoe asks

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Tbh, I think that Pecharunt used to be mischievous but never causing any real trouble. But after being banished, he became a lot more malicious and revenge driven. I’d say he needed the masks so that he can absorb them and be able to see where Terapogas is. Despite all this, he keeps his mischievous side as a facade, as a coping mechanism to forget about the physical and mental pain he has to constantly endure. Almost like a mask if you think about it.

I’d say that Pecharunt renamed itself to ‘Dokutaro’ or ‘Dokuwāro’ to sound more menacing.

Now, I really hope Pecharunt becomes the main antagonist on its own in this fic since most antagonists tend to be evil teams who sometimes controlled legendary Pokémon, in my opinion, it’s gotten a bit stale. So it’ll be interesting to see a Pokémon acting as an antagonist on its own and acting malicious (Pecharunt actually wants to KILL Millie).

So whatever Project Venus is, I can see Pecharunt sabotaging it and using it to its own benefits.

Now, for some headcanon powers, I think that he can release souls that he absorbed to have some kind of hive-mind. To make up his lack of combat skills, he’s a master at manipulating others and a master at psychological warfare. As he was able to manipulate Kieran to do what it wants but leave Kieran in the dust.

He would also kill his victims by manipulating them to kill themselves, since to him, it’s easier to absorb souls this way.

And, by psychological warfare, he does that again and again even at the end of the fic as before he unfused and everyone was celebrating, he used the last of his power to blast at Carmine as he knew that Kieran would save her. And that does happen. Carmine would be overwhelmed with guilt from that incident onwards. Since Kieran is now trapped in the timeline where the future paradox Pokémon live. Which is why I said this ending has a hollow victory, the protagonists won, but at what cost?

Kieran would break out of Pecharunt’s control later on by the protags, only to suffer later on again.

Since if I were to put in Pecharunt’s words when asked by the protagonists:

“The world has betrayed me, so why should I play fair?!”

(He can speak but choosing to Poké speak instead)

SORRY FOR RAMBLING ON AGAIN. I have some ideas but I think I gone a bit overboard. But again, you choose to use any of these ideas if you want!

WTF THIS ANSWER GOES HARD!!! I DONT THINK YOU REALIZE IT BUT YOURE A BIT ON THE NOSE WITH WHAT I BELIEVE ABOUT PECHARUNT WOULD IN PROJECT VENUS! Ofc, I wanna keep the twists and turns surprises, so I can't rlly go in-depth with how right you might be or WHO "Project Venus" is.

But I do believe that Pecharunt could absorb souls and release them, or like the toxic chain, chain those souls to itself (Think of how Shinigami gets Yuma to follow her around in Rain Code)

But it is also parasitic, in which it infects itself onto a main host and then that host has most of its power, which it can inflict onto others via zombification, resurrection, etc!

I cant say who or what gets possessed in Project Venus other than the obvious, but I'll say that the idea will actualky be used in canon, soon.

About Carmine...she is HEAVILY GUILTY for how she treated her brother, and in the fic I plan for Carmine and other characters to have tender moments, as pokémon doesn't fully get to delve into the nitty-gritty of family issues like I want them to (ie. Grief, jealousy, tension, etc.) And we already see such an example with Millie and her mother

I wanna cover as many bases as I can without making Millie seem like a "woe is meee" type character. While she is our protag and she has her moments I want to allow her, and many others, to at least gave clarity

ALSO PLEASE DON'T APOLOGIZE! YOUR RAMBLES ARE MUCH APPRECIATED AND IT'S MOTIVATING ME TO WRITE AGAIN! I SHOULD REALLY GET TO WORK ON THE NEXT CHAPTER SOON TBH LOL BUT UT DOES MEAN BUNCHES YOU SHOW GREAT INTEREST!!!

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Delicate - Chapter 6

Is it too soon to do this yet? Cause I know that it's delicate

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, sexual themes

Previous Chapters: Posted on Masterlist

Yuta had been exceptionally annoying the following week after break, constantly trying to get Ji Woo to come over to his place. Ji Woo hoped he would eventually grow bored with her unresponsiveness, but he continued to message and call her like a broken record. He tried to pretend he wasn't desperate, but it was obvious that he'd run out of options and she was his last resort. Ji Woo wasn't stupid. They weren't exclusive and Yuta had a reputation of sleeping around.

Ji Woo reached a breaking point that night when Yuta threatened he would come to her if she didn't answer him. It wasn't a warning, no, because this was Yuta. Whatever he wanted, he got. He would hunt her down until he found her. But Ji Woo didn't have anywhere else to run. Nowhere else where she would feel safe.

“C’mon in,” Haechan greeted, leaning against the doorway frame.

And so there she was, standing outside of Haechan’s apartment in hopes of hiding from Yuta. For some reason, Haechan was the first person she thought of. It helped that Yuta would never expect her to be here.

“Alright, tell me everything,” Haechan said, plopping down on the couch. He patted the empty spot next to him and Ji Woo took it without hesitation.

“That's ridiculous,” she giggled at the absurdity. No way in hell was she going to tell Haechan she was sleeping with Yuta.

“C’mon, I promise to be a good listener,” Haechan said as he propped his head on his palms, intently looking at her.

“You want to know everything?”

“Talk my ear off, baby”

Baby. Ji Woo wondered how long they were going to pretend to be friends for.

“Before I get into this, I think we both need a drink.”

Haechan laughed at her request. "The only booze we have here is cheap beer and liquor. Pick your poison.”

Beer in hand, Ji Woo apprehensively explained her situation with Yuta. Although she carefully omitted some parts that she thought Haechan would be better off not knowing. For instance, she didn't say his name. If every girl on campus knew Yuta’s reputation, it was very likely Haechan knew of him too. Ji Woo wanted to rant, not to be lectured. She, however, did tell him that she wanted to break it off.

“Why?”

Because he’s manipulative and possessive, she thought. “I guess it ran its course, you know?”

“Ah, I see,” he responded.

Deep in thought, Haechan looked as if he were trying to digest the information. If only they were more than just friends, then she could kiss his pouty lips. But she refrained from doing so, because there was no going back if she crossed that line.

Although it only felt like a short amount time, they ended up talking for hours. It was easier to talk to him than she thought it would be, the conversation filled with laughter and understanding. But occasionally Haechan would say something that was definitely a bit too flirty. Ji Woo wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for his smirk.

“Oh shit, it's like 2:00am,” Haechan exclaimed, checking his phone. “You can stay if you want, it's not a big deal.”

The alcohol was definitely hitting her now. How could she say no to his sweet face? Besides, he was right. It was too late and she didn't want to go. Not when there was a very high chance of Yuta waiting for her when she got back. After cleaning up the empty beer cans, Haechan stepped away in his bedroom for a minute only to come out with a pillow and blanket.

“Here you go,” he said, placing the pillow and blanket on the couch. “Bathroom is down the hall and to the left.”

“Thanks,” Ji Woo answered. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he whispered. Ji Woo watched as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

It wasn't even fifteen minutes after turning the lights off that Ji Woo noticed the cold draft coming from the windows. Shivering, she pulled the blanket higher around her neck in hopes to keep any warmth in. Her mind instantly went to Haechan, who was only a short few steps away. Would it be crazy if she slept in his bed? The lines between friends and lovers weaved together in her mind as she made her way to his door. Ji Woo knocked lightly, her impulsiveness wavering.

“Hey,” Haechan whispered as he opened the door. A soft light came from his room. Did he not go to sleep yet?

“Do you have an extra blanket?”

“I think so, are you cold?” Haechan asked, moving back into his room to search for a spare blanket

“A bit, yeah,” she replied.

No longer blocking the doorway, Ji Woo had the perfect opportunity to peer into his room. Her eyes first found his bed that was tucked into the corner by the window. Then, to his gaming computer against the adjacent wall. Although Ji Woo knew little about gaming, even she could admit it was an impressive setup. The soft glowing rainbow of colors danced around on his keyboard, circling from a vibrant red back to a magenta.

“Shit, I don't have one. Sorry,” Haechan apologized, before noticing she was entranced by the lights. “Oh, do you like my setup?”

“It's cool,” she attempted to compliment.

“You think?” he beamed, eyes wide and eyebrows raised waiting for validation.

Taking his words as an invitation, Ji Woo took a few steps towards his desk. Once she passed the threshold of his room, she could feel the instant warmth wrap around her. He stood beside her now, and Ji Woo thought if he came any closer she would certainly kiss him. It would be so easy, but was it too soon? Up until recently, Haechan was just a mere nuisance. Or so that's what Ji Woo wanted him to be. But she couldn't ignore how she felt every time he smiled at her.

“Yeah,” she smiled genuinely.

Maybe it was coming from his computer, but Ji Woo couldn't help but note how a soft red hue lit up across his cheeks.

“Thanks,” he said softly, and Ji Woo let his voice carry throughout her body.

Haechan showed her every inch of his room, from Pokémon plushies lined up on his desk to the Engineering textbooks haphazardly thrown on his windowsill. Ji Woo soaked up every detail. Everything was so him, down to the fresh scent of his cologne.

“Hey, you can sleep in here if it's too cold out there,” Haechan offered, now leaning against his desk.

While he tried to seem confident, the hesitancy in his voice was a dead giveaway that this was uncharted territory. It was for Ji Woo, too. The only times she's slept in another man’s bed was only after sex. And most of the time she would sneak out before sunrise, to ensure she wouldn't have to face the consequences of the next morning.

“If that's okay.”

The idea of sleeping in his bed made her stomach flip. But as the scenarios of them in the same bed flashed through her mind, Ji Woo was brought back down to earth in a second.

“Sure,” he confirmed, and with a soft smile and nod he made his way into the living room.

Of course, what was she thinking? They hadn't crossed that line of sharing the same bed yet, no matter how friendly they were. But she couldn't let him slip through her fingers again.

“Wait, Haechan,” Ji Woo said as she stood in the doorway once more.

“Yeah?” he asked as he paused making his makeshift bed for a moment to look back at her.

Any courage she had left from the alcohol vanished, because suddenly she couldn't think of what to say. Everything sounded ridiculous and borderline desperate in her head.

“Can you come here?”

He followed her request, his body coming dangerously close to her own. They stood there in silence, with the back of her knees touching the edge of his bed. If it weren't for his hand placed ever so lightly against the small of her back, Ji Woo would've lost her balance. Between the heat radiating from their bodies and the overwhelming scent of his cologne, it was almost too much.

“You have me,” he replied, his voice low enough for only the two of them.

She didn't mean to kiss him, but their faces were so close that his nose was practically touching her own. His lips were only a short distance away, no longer out of reach from her burning desire. The kiss was tender, like he was savoring every second. He snaked his hand up to the back of her neck, holding her in the most delicate way. Ji Woo couldn't hold back her sigh even if she wanted to.

Haechan pulled his body away the moment her sighs escaped from her lips. They were still for a moment, and his actions left Ji Woo wondering why they had stopped. Their foreheads were still touching, but Haechan felt worlds away.

"Not like this," he whispered as he left a small kiss on her forehead.

Ji Woo couldn't bring herself to reply. She wanted to plead to him to keep kissing her, to stop thinking too much. But she stayed silent with her eyes closed. She knew if she looked him in the eyes she would cave.

"Were you going to see him tonight?"

The words were stuck on her tongue. Of course she wasn't going to see Yuta tonight, but realistically how much longer would she be able to stay away? If only she could forget about Yuta for one night, let Haechan drown out her thoughts and replace them with cries of his name. Before she could let out a no, Haechan slipped away.

"Goodnight, Ji Woo"

His words haunted her. Words that once reached out to her with open arms were now laced with regret. Suddenly the place she hoped to find solace became filled with apprehension. What was she doing here? It felt pointless to stay, but she couldn't fight against the sudden feeling of drowsiness that washed over her body. As she tucked herself into his empty bed, Ji Woo promised herself that she would leave first thing in the morning, that way she wouldn't have to face Haechan ever again.

#haechan #nct 127 #nct fanfic #haechan fanfic #nct #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #lee haechan #haechan smut #nct smut

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snifflesthemouse · 11 months

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The Flying Pasta Game...

Before I begin, I just want to say I appreciate every single one of you. You know what makes me the happiest when I come on here? When I see people say things like this, "I don't agree with you. But, I still like to read what you have to say." When I read that, it makes me love you all more. It makes it all worth it. So, thank you ALL!! Now, on to the post.

The Flying Pasta game is a concept of manipulation. That term was created by me, but the action is as old as time. A con throws out a bunch of overwhelming ideas and concepts just to see what reaction the mark gives. Let me give you a real-life example.

If you know this blog, you know this already; I apologize for the repetitiveness. My ex was, and is, a master manipulator, con artist, door-to-door salesman, and a murderer. But, the murdering didn't happen until after I had moved on and he got out of prison, and I lost one of the most special people in my life because of this psychopath. That is a story I don't think I can tell here right now. But I digress...

Whenever he would be in a house trying to sell something, and his usual tricks failed right off, he'd use this trick. What you do is overwhelm whoever you are talking to about whatever.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE WITH NAMES CHANGED: When the common ways of using logic or reasoning doesn't work, get creative and make it confusing. Confusion gets people easier than anything. Overwhelm the mark with a bunch of information about anything and watch for a reaction. Say you see they have a charm bracelet with seashells... notice it in conversation and use it to tangent on a rant.

So, you see the bracelet while trying to convince these people they need a $2000 Kirby vacuum. They're flat no. No budge. No movement at all. The mark is stuck on no. You see the bracelet, and you say "WHOA! I love that bracelet! I love sea shells! Did you know the [insert some most-likely made up random ocean fact]? Yeah, totally. When I was a kid, [insert sob story about someone to see if they relate]. It was hard. [Insert story about overcoming the hardship]. ..." And this goes on and on.

NONE OF THE STUFF SAID HAS TO BE, OR WILL BE TRUE. IT IS ALL NONSENSE TO TRIGGER ANY KIND OF RESPONSE FROM PEOPLE.

See what this author means? Storytelling is weaponized by con artists. Cons use whatever they can, to be honest. They will make up anything and everything to see what you react to, just to use it against you.

Now we all see why HMTQEII chose the path she did. She knew no response was the only response that could save you. If you do not respond, they have nothing to go on to manipulate. The only real way to absolutely ensure you cannot be conned, is to remove the conartist.

I am not trying to sound hateful, but this is the truth. If you entertain people on the dark triad, you will always lose. Trust this mouse on this one. This mouse has the stab marks and scars to prove it.

Think about it. Every time Jeremy Clarkson tried to apologize, what happened? His words were turned against him. Cons will use your reaction regardless of its type. If you show empathy to a sob story, you're getting got. If you show disdain and disgust, you will get got, too.

THE ONLY SURE WAY TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM CONS ARE TO REMOVE THEM FROM YOUR PRESENCE.

Final note: Con artists feed off of other people's emotional energy like the protomolecule from the Expanse feeds on radiation. Cons enjoy the chaos. Cons get a high from it.

I will be back (hopefully) with another post for the day discussing the historical patterns of Royal Divorces (3/4 of HMTEQII kids are divorced; what can we learn from those divorces?)

I cannot say it enough, especially with what's going on personally... 99.9% of you are wonderful people. The 0.1% of you are in my category, so I assume we'll at minimum have fun? LOL JKJK

Sometimes my sarcasm is lost in my writing style and lately I've not had the time to dedicate as much editing as before. Just about every post I do is written on the fly these days and posted before I can go back and edit. I always promise to go back and edit it, but I never get time. YOU ALL DESERVE BETTER FROM ME, but right now I can't give that as much as before. Once the real world stuff calms, it will be more polished. Gotta go, love you all!

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Ian was nodding before he could form the words even in his brain. He had a grandson, and a great granddaughter. And he’d had no idea until now. But that didn’t stop him from reaching out to take the offer. Benjamin wouldn’t have told him, or asked him to hold Olie if he didn’t want him around, right? Olie squirmed in his arms, but she didn’t seem upset about a stranger holding her. Just stared up at him with her big bright eyes, a hand going to her mouth while the other reached up to pat his face. Ian let out a soft laugh, very gently brushing a finger against her cheek. It was so soft and smooth and incredibly hard to believe all of this was real.

“....How?” Ian finally managed to eek out, the tears of joy in his eyes breaking from their confines and trailing down his cheeks.

“Hm?” Benjamin voiced before awkwardly scratching his cheek with a finger. “Uhhh, aside from the biology lesson, I’m not sure what you mean,” he admitted, making a mild joke. He was pretty sure Ian knew how humans were made.

Ian gave a small snicker at the joke, and shook his head. “I mean, how did she hide it?” he clarified, the smile fading for a moment. “I… I had no idea….”

“Oh…,” Benjamin hummed, gaining a sympathetic smile. “She apparently ran off with one of her exes after breaking it off with you from what I hear. And then claimed the pregnancy was from him, which motivated them to get married. I’m pretty sure she knew beforehand, and just manipulated him.”

The explanation made sense, but it earned a morose response from Ian. The comments Midas had made before coming back to his mind. He’d always known Clara wasn’t the most well liked by everyone, but he had never thought to blame her for it. It had just been a bad mix of personalities, or unfortunate circumstances. Things that couldn’t be helped, and just needed a little patience to deal with. But… maybe he’d been wrong.

“Hey, we’re going to go get cleaned up. Why don’t you go catch up with your family while we do so?” Whip’s voice suddenly brought Ian back to being actively aware he and Midas were still there.

It wasn’t hard for Ian to notice Whip expertly hiding Midas behind him while nudging Ian towards the others. A two in one action. Get Ian to get to know his apparent family, but also get them away from Midas. Looked like the boy was having a hard time, for reasons Ian didn’t quite understand. Whip was going to take care of it though, so Ian just nodded. “Yeah, okay.” This time Whip could lead them, and Ian turned to follow his grandchildren to the dining room.

“Don’t take too long, or dinner will get cold,” Clipo beckoned, trying to maintain a welcoming atmosphere.

They were a nice family, but they didn’t seem to know how to deal with the extra people there. Which was fine, and to Whip’s benefit as he led Midas to the nearest bathroom. Hopefully being in a confined space didn’t make it worse, but right now he didn’t think it was a good idea to expose him to the watching eyes of nosy neighbors. Or the security he knew was monitoring every move in the outdoors.

Closing the door softly behind them, Whip semi roughly directed Midas to sit on the edge of the bathtub - wow it had been a long time since he’d seen one - and watched Midas’ eyes flit around the room in half aware analysis. He was looking for danger, Whip realized. A dictionary brain accounting for everything in the room, what it was made of, its purpose, and if it could hurt him. A reaction that made Whip purse his lips as he kneeled down in front of Midas, keeping his hands on his shoulders.

“Midas… Show me what you’re seeing,” Whip requested, his voice calm yet firm. He didn’t want to scare Midas, but he wanted him to know it was important. Something was wrong. Midas was reacting to such casual things with so much more anxiety than Whip thought he should have expected. He knew Midas didn’t like Cerah, but he didn’t think just being in places that weren’t broken would send him into such a panic. And it would be easier to understand if he just saw what Midas was experiencing. Or, possibly recounting. “Show me your memory.”

“I don’t… What memory? I don’t have any…,” Midas muttered, eyes flicking around at anything that he didn’t recognize, that moved, that he thought moved, that was just familiar yet different. Everything screamed danger at him, but logically couldn’t hurt him.

“The one from Cerah. When you first woke up. Your first memory,” Whip insisted, squeezing Midas’ arm just a little more firmly, but not enough to hurt him. Midas’ eyes snapped to him now, and barely stayed there while his mouth tried to find words to his thoughts. “I want to help you so it doesn’t affect you as much. You’re panicking, and it’s not that dangerous here,” Whip continued, trying to reassure him without forcing him to vocalize.

Midas’ eyes were a little more steady now, the prospect of not having such an overwhelming, gut wrenching reaction to anything there was appealing. But he still had a concern, eventually shifting his eyes deliberately to the closed door. Where an intruder could burst in at any time.

“I’ll keep you safe. I’m good at this, remember?” Whip assured, giving a small smile. He didn’t think Ian would let anything happen to them, but he wasn’t going to discredit Midas’ worry.

Midas gave him a skeptical look.

“Trust me,” Whip insisted, giving Midas’ vibrating shoulders a little squeeze.

Midas gave a tiny whimper, and curled his arms closer to himself. He felt trapped. Pressing his lips together in a frown and guilt making him feel like bile had risen to his throat because he couldn’t follow what Whip requested. He just couldn’t shut down the world around him and completely trust Whip yet. Not because he had anything against Whip, but because he didn’t trust anyone to that level yet.

At least Whip could understand that, even if it just made him even more worried. How long had it been since he’d scooped Midas up after cutting his leg out of a young molerillo’s mouth? It had to have been more than a year, and it wasn’t like they had avoided each other completely during that time. Still, it could be that it wasn’t Midas’ fault for being so distrusting, and Whip wanted to know for sure. If it was too hard for Midas to speak about it, then there was merit to trying to get him to just show him. “... Take a leap of faith then?”

Midas’ breath hitched at that request, and he seemed to consider that. Trust was earned. But faith was given. Faith was shaky, and didn’t ask for more proof than the belief that it was true. And… he wanted to believe that Whip cared for him. That he wouldn’t let any harm come to him. Not unless he couldn’t foresee it coming, and not without trying to prevent it first.

Exhaling a shaky breath that vibrated his form, Midas nodded carefully. Alright. He could show him. He wasn’t all that scared of the memory anyway. At least he didn’t feel he was. He could remember it just fine. It just made it hard to be in these sorts of places because he expected other people to be like they were. Rude, unlistening, coarse, abrasive… violent- no, he couldn’t think about that…. Oh…. Oh… that’s what Whip meant. Somewhere in the base of Midas’ data crowded mind he realized that was a bad thing. Avoiding a memory, or part of a memory, was bad. That explained it. And with a slow breath Midas leaned forward to lightly bonk his head against Whip’s forehead.

Grinning briefly, Whip adjusted to a more stable position and lowered his hands to rest on Midas’ arms, hoping he didn’t feel restrained that way. He had to smile sadly at the way Midas’ hands shook, and looked at them quietly before closing his own eyes.

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hhhhhhhhggggggggg I had this drawn but I was just bashing my head against the writing trying to get it to work and then my work got crazy busy and made it harder to focus and take even longer |DD

#Rizen #original charaters #original story #ocs #web light novel #sci fi #cyborg #semi slice of life #post apocalypse #Ian

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lottielee / 15

15. “Aren’t you tired of this?”

Their already small group was divided.

It wasn’t even a clean and stable division. Some of the girls changed their minds and their allegiances more often than they changed their clothes nowadays, quite more often, really. Van consistently struggled between her loyalty to Tai and her belief in Lottie’s abilities. Misty was regularly kicked out and invited back into each group. Nat and Tai often joined forces just to break apart all over again. Shauna was happy to help any and everyone that didn’t question how often she went off on her own to talk to the ghost of a long-gone best friend whose body was no more than a distant memory. Tensions were high, survival never got easier, and nobody ever felt truly safe.

In the midst of it all, Lottie had only one source of peace and reassurance: Laura Lee.

It was the beginning of their second winter in the wilderness. The lake was far too cold to swim, but not frozen at all yet. Still, it was unlikely that anyone would take the trouble to walk all the way there around sunset. No one had bothered them every time they met there.

Laura Lee, described by Lottie at least, was a real angel. She refused to take sides in their petty rivalries and conflicts. She was unchanged. She was a vision, sitting by the lake as the sun started to go down, her blond hair blowing delicately in the wind, her cheeks blushed pink with the cold, snuggled inside one of Lottie’s jackets, and smiling as gently as ever down at Lottie.

“Aren’t you tired of this?” Laura Lee asked her.

“Of what?” Lottie wondered. She was lying down, resting her head on Laura Lee’s lap, and trying her hardest not to fall asleep even when Laura Lee’s careful fingers combed through her hair in a truly soothing way. “Of fighting for my life every other day? Having visions of every way we could all die and having almost no one believe me? Tired of missing you? So much more than that. There aren’t words to describe how exhausted I feel.”

As usual, every time Lottie so much as hinted at the reality of Laura Lee’s death, the familiar vision flickered, blurred, or lost some of its consistency. For a brief, terrible second, Lottie was able to feel the sharp little rocks on the ground against the back of her head.

A moment later, Laura Lee was back. As real as ever.

“You’ll always have me with you,” Laura Lee said, with the usual kind tone and a delicate hand pressing against Lottie's cheek, cradling her jaw. “For as long as you want me,” Laura Lee promised.

Lottie felt like crying, because she knew the only possible answer was Forever. And she knew that it was exactly what she would never get to have.

“Thank you,” she answered instead, doing everything she could to offer Laura Lee a smile.

Laura Lee gave her a smile of her own, a knowing little grin that said she could easily read Lottie’s mind. After all, wasn’t she a part of it? Either way, she leaned down as best as she could, and she left the most gentle of kisses on Lottie’s forehead.

Lottie sighed contentedly. If this was all she’d ever have from Laura Lee, she could be happy. She would dream and yearn of scenarios where Laura Lee put down her faith and they stepped away from their restricting circumstances and that angelic pair of lips descended finally on Lottie’s lips. Lottie blushed, afraid that Laura Lee could read her mind. She very decidedly didn’t think of how, if this was a product of her imagination she could manipulate the other girl’s actions. It didn’t work like that. It wouldn’t be real. But this? Resting together by the lake, Laura Lee kissing her forehead and Lottie blushing like a little kid. This could have been real. In fact, it should have been real. Lottie could fool herself into believing it was. She didn’t mind. This would always be all she’d ever have from Laura Lee, and she would have to be happy with it.

#so i never posted this? but it lives rent free in my head so it's finally here!!#yellowjackets #lottie lee #lottie x laura lee #yellowjackets fanfiction #yj #lottie matthews #laura lee #my fic #prompts #answered #anon

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What's your stance on the whole secret identity thing for all the previous series so far, especially in the context of the host/human form being in an official government military group ? How would you recommend it to be executed?

Oh this question is so nostalgic, I rmb people always asking me this during the early years of my blog (bruh it's been 7 years holy)

But I maintain my stance that its been a staple frustration every series because imo, it wouldve been far more logical if the hosts were to make their Ultra identity known within their organisation. Not counting those that are purposely undercover for various reasons, but especially those that were totally inexperienced in whatever they were doing.

Let's talk about more recent examples with Trigger and Decker. With Trigger being the worst case example ive ever seen. I believe I've ranted aplenty that it literally dosent make sense for Kengo to hide his Ultra alter-ego when literally the Chairman and scientist himself alr knew about his identity. So wouldn't it be beneficial for everyone else within GUTS-Select to know about it as well so they could better coordinate and support Kengo? And since this knowledge was also accessible to high ranking members, wouldnt Kengo also receive the proper security and guidance as well?

Decker would be the average example of this, with few to none knowing, thus having less of a reason to reveal his identity, but still the same reason why he should reveal, so that he can receive the proper security and guidance, as well as better coordination and support from GUTS-Select

But tbh, this obviously blatant aspect of most series is implemented on purpose. Because of the same reasons why they should've revealed their identity earlier.

Literally because it'll make things ALOT more easier. Think of the different times that a host's henshin item gets stolen, with the extra protection and enhanced security, literally most of these staple plotpoints wouldn't even be possible. And the lack of communication between the host/Ultra and defense team is basically a detriment to joint operations as it basically falls back to how the defense team can interpret what the Ultra is planning to do on the fly.

That's actually why you see that the reveals usually happen during the final arc, because the proper coordination and planning would literally make things far more easier.

But it'll also make episodes far shorter and more boring

And it's more suited to delve into ideas such as the mistrust of the Ultras from the humans/government, politics as well as intricate alien invasions that involve downplaying, misrepresenting or create discord between the Ultra and humans, which we do occasionally see with main series content like Mephilas etc

But since the main series' intended audiences are for children, such ideas are probably way too complex for them to appreciate, so this is literally just there to make things easier to understand for them

Tho, a good example would be what we literally saw with Shin Ultraman with Shin Zarab and Shin Mephilas

For Shin Zarab, he literally sowed discord between humanity and Lipia via Fake Ultraman of course. But also simultaneously, he demonstrated very clear understanding of politics and manipulation of Japan's position in the international stage and we saw the ramifications and political impact with the deal he made with the PM.

For Mephilas, it was a bigger scheme with a deal with the entire humanity itself, essentially intending to have the entirety of humanity as a potential army

And we see how Lipia manoeuvred around all this by selectively revealing his identity to small groups of people as they were necessary to get him out of a pinch. Now this is realistic cause unlike in the main series where defense teams are equipped with Specium ray guns, metallic dragons powered by Absolutian energy or literally kaiju bioweapons, it takes into account the technological level of the real world and on another hand, its Lipia's own decision to go undercover to learn what it means to be human, which is also what we see him trying to slowly figure out throughout the movie

Gosh it was such an AMAZING movie just because of how dense it was with international politics, psychology, Lipia learning how to be human, clash of ideologies between Zoffy and Lipia as well as humanity grasping their own fate and having both the confidence in themselves and Ultraman to overcome adversity

But it's also the same reason why people that didn't like ShinU or found it boring based on people that I talked to, cause they simply weren't used to just how sophisticated and thought-provoking the movie is, as well as Anno's characteristic cinematography skills as they were expecting more of the main content standard, which were literally targeted towards kids

Honestly, so long as the target audience of the main content series aren't targeted towards young adults or above, I literally don't see this changing at all. Which is why even tho it's a really frustrating aspect of the main content, I'm kinda used to it at this point

Thanks for the question!

#ultraman #ultraman decker #shin ultraman #asks

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fuzedatti · 1 year

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VI. Discord's egg

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The alarm was screamee at full power, a reddish environment could be seen within the cracked walls, corpses on the floor, the walls tinted black. The slabs turned crimson near the marinated doors, thousands of steps were heard in the distance, the scarlet chaos was the root of the event.

His soul swore he didn't know anything, that he wasn't the culprit, but deep down he was grateful that it happened. He patiently waited for his door to open, he did not think of himself as a being with animalistic behaviors like the others, instead, he wanted to be "rescued" by someone else.

The click of the door made him happy but he didn't see anyone behind, he expected to see someone he knew at least, he just continued on his way to the Keter containment area. Deafened by the alarms, he walked through the narrow corridors, his eye's blue glow counteracting the intense fire of red; His mask hid his nervousness well as did his tight clothing.

The roar of a creature was heard in the background, a door to the Keter area was easier to open than other times. The more he advanced, the cells became stronger and bigger, but none of them were the ones he was looking for. The growls of the beast intensified, he was on the right track. He stopped in front of a huge door, it had so many padlocks and locks, now broken. Next to it he read a red sign that said: "SCP-682, Keter Class", he entered without further ado.

—Greetings– Said the doctor.

The entity loomed over its shoulder, almost the size of a house, its scales wobbling with brush. Its thousands of yellow eyes stared at him, the exposed skeletal system was stained yellow from the acid, as its little fur burned in the air. The smell of sulfur was evident as he approached, without fear, took more steps towards the beast.

—SCP-049, you are more pathetic than I imagined.

—And you're locked inside of an acid tank.–

The animal roared loudly and hit the glass, moving the fresh bodies that were inside. The anonymous explosion had opened the door of course, but they had forgotten to get 682 out.

—I can get you out of here.– He put his hands behind him to wrap them behind his back. —I just need a favor in return.–

It looked at him with hate, feeling inferior but it had to get out of there, one more second and it would go crazy. A low growl was its only response, and then it turned to look at him and listen to his proposal.

—Help me get SCP-035 out.

—That arrogant mask? They drive me crazy, they do nothing more than insist on using me, that we would be the perfect organism.

—I understand your irritability, I won't let that happen.– He went up to the control rooms to be able to manipulate the cell. —I have my own unfinished business with him.–

SCP-682 kept quiet as it began to climb, formulating something in its mind. Nimble fingers moved across the keyboard to enter deactivation codes that were ironically written on a piece of paper. The reinforced glass walls fell hard to the ground, shattering to pieces in the process. The acid dragged the bodies thus letting the beast out.

—Did 035 ever mention to you about Olympus?– 682's question took him by surprise, it was something he didn't expect to come out of his mouth. Louis stopped short and turned to look at him, leaving the broken door behind him.

—Yes, of course. Anything you should comment on?

—The purpose of this so called "perfect life form", he hasn't mentioned it to you, I suppose?

Louis wasn't sure what to answer, and yes, it was never mentioned to him why he was so fascinated with SCP-682. To tell the truth, since Dýo started talking about it, he was a little jealous. Weren't they perfect? Wasn't that enough?

—He wants to overthrow Hera and then Zeus, he needs me.– SCP-682 chuckled mischievously. —He couldn't handle The Hanged King and much less with The Ambassador, now he turns to me for his plan.–

The doctor's gaze froze, the scent of hate dispersed in the room; Without thinking, he went to the door to get out, which made the beast follow him.

—You're not the only one with a history with SCP-035, 049.– It mentioned. —Immortal beings like us are rare, but not null.–

—I understand that, I just didn't know about that plan.

Those were the last words they shared during the short journey to 035. The tension had intensified, suffocating the environment. Once in front of the cell, the beast smashed the door as if it were a toy and then took off without further effort.

The walls of 035's cell were covered with his corrosive liquid forming conjures and curses in ancient Greek and medieval French. The floor and ceiling were just as saturated, it was like stepping into a black hole. In the middle of the room was found what appeared to be a black box painted the same color. He ran a gloved hand across the surface to reveal the anguished mask.

—Dýo Polonoí, we meet again.

The fallen God changed his face to one of joy, his powers weakened due to his cell being made of SCP-148. Still in such a deplorable state, Louis broke the glass with an elbow. The pieces were consumed by the liquid. The doctor took the mask with care, caressing the limits of it.

—I'll get us both out of here.

Now with mask in hand and a breach in full climax, he could walk around for a while in complete peace of mind, but that was not his intention at that moment. An unlucky D-class encountered the pair, only to be killed by Louis while trying to escape and used as Dýo's host. The body quickly adapted to its demands, with tentacles covering its extremities until they are completely incorporated into the organism.

Dýo stretched out with his new body, heaving a sigh of relief. —Oh Nicéphore... I thought I would be there forever.– He approached his lover to hug him and take one of his arms to kiss him enthusiastically. —Thank you for getting me out of that inferno, my love.–

Louis blushed when he heard his name from that voice again and his kisses only increased his embarrassment. The persona that he showed to the foundation and other SCPs was cold and sarcastic, adapted from Dýo, but when it came to his lover he was more manageable, romantic.

Both entities left to find a way out. The foundation was an unreal labyrinth on purpose, where each room they found something different... On purpose. Among so many rooms they entered one that caught their attention, it looked like a hospital room with several incubators; Louis entertained himself by observing the advanced medical equipment of his time, he still kept his old and purist methods, perhaps changing technique is not a bad idea.

—Look what I found Louis.

An egg the size of a basketball sat in the incubator. The heat lamp was around 68°F, a relatively low temperature for an egg of that size. In a meticulously placed box next to the egg was a single strand of black hair, Dýo cupped the fine hair in his hands, instantly recognizing the texture.

—It feels like your hair.– He played with the hair a little more.

—What? That is not possible. The last time I let my hair free was more than three centuries ago and the foundation could never- What are you doing?

—Nothing.– He took the egg to craddle it in his arms.

—Leave that thing there, we don't know what it is.

—But it's just an egg!

—Since when do you have parental instincts?

Their discussion was interrupted by the abrupt power outage and the sound of incoming army. The lovers left the place as quickly as possible, the shotguns were heard getting closer and the breach seemed to calm down. Dýo knew that they wouldn't be able to get out of there in time at that rate, so he used his tentacles to carry Louis and move faster. The MTFs had already arrived on the scene and were right on target, the pair were able to kill a few but they were growing in mass.

—SCP-049 and SCP-035, hand over the egg and return to your containment cells!

The interlocutor voice threatened to shoot them or explode the nuclear weapon right there. Now surrounded, they had no choice but to surrender, though a loud familiar roar entered the scene; The huge claws washed over the MTF like monstrous waves, pulling one of the helicopters against them.

Attention was driven to SCP-682 so that the other two could easily escape. The exit doors were seconds away from closing and other SCP's were in the same spot, there hadn't been such a big breach in quite a while. With indirect help from the other anomalies they were able to get out before the foundation recontained them again. Now with a new member, they would deign to hide in the shadows, far away from the foundation.

#scp #olympus scp #scp 035 x scp 049 #scp 049 x scp 035 #scp 035 #scp 049 #scp 682 #scp fanfic #scp fanfiction #scp foundation

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