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menalez · 10 months

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Hi! Do you think you could explain how gender critical people can support body autonomy in cases like abortion but not transition? I know you believe that medical transition doesn't change someone's gender. But under the ideals of body autonomy, would you support a woman taking T if she still called herself a woman instead of a calling herself a trans man?

And in general, I know radfems are anti-plastic surgery, but wouldn't that too fall under one's body autonomy?

I'm just trying to figure out radfem and gc ideas but I'm running into some inconsistencies.

honestly i was a bit baffled by this ask and couldn't help but feel like its bait bc ... how is cosmetic surgery that is harming your body, incredibly expensive, and done as a result of self-hatred the same as not wanting to carry a baby & go thru the risks of pregnancy for 9 months? to me these are such blatantly, fundamentally different things. but let me assume this isn't bait and you're asking in good faith and address your points.

I know you believe that medical transition doesn't change someone's gender.

this shows a complete lack of understanding on what beliefs i even hold. i don't think medical transition "doesn't change someone's gender" i know it doesn't change a person's *SEX*. this difference is very crucial. gender = gender roles, gendered expectations, etc. it is a social construct. it has nothing to do with anything medical nor biological, its a social contruct that varies across time and cultures.

But under the ideals of body autonomy, would you support a woman taking T if she still called herself a woman instead of a calling herself a trans man?

why would i support the act of taking synthetic hormones which are actively harming your health just as long as you Identify a certain way? it doesn't matter to me what you call yourself. i'm critical of medical transition because it is costly, harmful, and rooted in questionable beliefs. i'm critical of how readily it is promoted. i am critical of how profitable it is to pharmaceutical and medical industries. i am critical of how little research is being put into ensuring the safety of it as well as research into other methods of dealing with sex dysphoria. whether you call yourself a man or a woman is the least of my concerns.

you use the term bodily autonomy, but you seem to be under the belief that bodily autonomy = a person gets to do whatever they want with their body and their choices are always above any criticism or analysis and it does not matter how much their choices are harming them or others. by that logic, if you don't support an anorexic woman starving herself or getting a liposuction, you are against her bodily autonomy because you are not allowing her full agency over her body. by that logic, if a woman tells you she wants to get a BBL or have implants put in, you need to validate and encourage that choice because to question harming your body is to oppose bodily autonomy. but that is not what bodily autonomy is. here is a definition:

Body autonomy is defined as the ability of one person to demonstrate power and agency over choices concerning their own bodies. These choices must be made without fear, threat, violence or coercion from others.

Body autonomy allows individuals the freedom to make their own choices about their bodies. This is significant to a person’s health and wellbeing.

now, if there is a group of people being told that they need to transition ASAP and being told constantly that without transition they will kill themselves, is that or is that not going to instill fear? because if i was told that i need to take an action as early as possible, lest my life be miserable and doomed, then im going to want to urgently take such an action out of fear. if parents are being told "do you prefer to have a dead daughter or a living son?" or w/e, is that not coercion and threats?

moreover, we know taking synthetic hormones for cosmetic purposes can be extremely harmful for one's health. women with high levels of testosterone naturally suffer from a lot of health consequences as a result, nevermind people who alter their body's hormones. this is fundamentally different from a woman choosing to get an abortion because a pregnancy is costly, risky, has health consequences, and will impact her entire life for at least the next 18 years of her life.

that said, i'm not blaming people who do pursue cosmetic procedures or artificial hormones and i'm not against them. i am against the industries promoting this and making it difficult to even have a conversation on this, even pushing against research that does not benefit their financial interests. i am against the promotion of cosmetic surgery as necessary, healthy, and somehow healthcare. i think that there NEEDS to be more research into medical transition, the impacts it has on health, its usefulness and helpfulness, and alternative treatments. the lack of such research and the lack of constructive conversation on this topic is where my concerns lie. not with identity politics like what someone calls themselves while harming their bodies.

so ultimately, i'm not understanding what you think is an inconsistency here. questioning profitable industries and cosmetic surgery which are modern inventions rooted in amplifying people's, namely women's, insecurities for the sake of profit is not at all the same as an abortion and it's worrying to me that you don't see the difference. providing blind affirmation to every choice an individual makes is not bodily autonomy, its individualism and liberalism to another degree. bodily autonomy is allowing individuals the right to make informed, healthy, decisions for themselves. a woman deciding she does not want to go through 9 months of pregnancy and 18 years of child-rearing is not the same as a woman deciding she hates her body and thus MUST get a boob job (which ultimately harms this person's health rather than helping), or someone deciding they hate their sex and thus MUST get surgeries to pass for a different sex (which also ultimately negatively impacts the person's health, even if it provides some psychological relief which potentially could've been gained via a different approach like therapy).

#some1 harming themselves isnt above criticism simply bc we can argue its bodily autonomy usin the most individualist definition of the term #anonymous

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poorlittleyaoyao · 3 months

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is jgy different in the books than in the untamed? sorry if u haven’t read them im kind of just assuming u have even tho i haven’t lol but i was wondering if his characterization has any major differences like how wwx in novel vs untamed they sort of sanitize him and take away any culpability and honestly some of his edge. just curious if there’s any major differences in his characterization between the two

I'm not the best person to answer because I've only read the first two volumes of MDZS. Short answer: Yes, he is different, and in fact gets the reverse of WWX's treatment: Drama JGY is more overtly villainous than Novel JGY. However, IMO it's a little more complicated than that!

(Novel enjoyers, please chime in if I'm forgetting or misrepresenting anything.)

A lot of JGY fans greatly prefer the novel and feel that The Untamed did him dirty, because a lot of the show's plot changes that make WWX look better make JGY look worse. Jin Zixuan's death is the most glaring one: in the novel, WWX really does lose control of WN because he overestimates his abilities, and it's a tragic accident. JGY and SMS's implied involvement in the Massacre at Nightless City also doesn't happen in the novel; that, too, was a devastated WWX wreaking havoc and/or losing control. The novel also establishes that JGY is subject to abuse within Jinlintai, so there's an element of duress that one can read into his actions under JGS. Novel NMJ behaves more aggressively towards JGY than he does in the show, so his murder doesn't have the same tinge of malice. (The novel timeline also has JGY and LXC meeting before JGY and NMJ, all during Sunshot, so there's that.) Additionally, the novel tells us that JGY is genuinely a very good leader once he's Chief Cultivator and has implemented policies that have improved the lives of regular people and contributed to political stability. We're also told more about his childhood and his love for his mother, and we learn that his relationship with QS is a tragic love story (he doesn't know they're related until after she's pregnant) rather than something he went through with anyway. So in the novel, he's got a lot of positive things going for him that censorship didn't allow to carry over into the show for fear of having too much moral ambiguity.

HOWEVER!!!

The thing about the novel (and why I don't vibe with it as much) is that it's very much WWX's story, whereas The Untamed spends wayyyyy more time with its supporting cast. You might've noticed that I said the word "told" a lot in the above paragraph, because... well, that's what happens. We're told things about JGY, but we don't see him as much, especially since the novel is focused on the post-timeskip era with the stuff in the past coming through non-linear flashbacks. You don't get to see Meng Yao being Just A Little Guy very much before he becomes the Kitten Thinks About Nothing But Murder All Day meme. Now, you also don't hear dramatic music telegraphing HEY!!! HEY!! VILLAINY IS AFOOT!! HEY!!! every time JGY does literally anything, but you do have everything filtered through WWX's unreliable narrator monologue, and he is out there saying some truly wild shit. (You also get less Xiyao. Like, it's there if you want it to be, but The Untamed really went all-in on that.)

For me, the show works better, because I am a sucker for corruption arcs where you see glimpses of the character before they start the atrocities. Seeing him be Just A Little Guy making the saddest meow meow faces when people were mean to him kept me from totally losing sympathy for/interest in him once things start getting squicky, because I had evidence that he wasn't always like that. Meanwhile, JGY's first big scene in the novel is the confrontation with QS (which already makes my skin crawl and is somehow WORSE in novel form), and I was just like "wow, this guy sucks" even though I knew the story and all the extenuating circumstances already. For others, the novel works better, because "first impressions and society's opinion are unreliable" is a major theme, so the reverse reveal combined with the fact that he demonstrably tries to improve people's lives as a leader is less expected and more satisfying.

So yeah! JGY is different, but the ways in which he is different are due to storytelling methods as well as to plot changes!

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eclipse-rain · 1 year

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Please a Neteyam x reader (she/her pronouns)?

Fluff and suggested smut (Aged up)

This is my first time doing a request and its a pretty flexable one so i wasnt sure what clan Anon wanted the reader to be from and i chose to have the reader be from the same clan as Neteyam

The smut will only be suggested as Anon asked but if anyone wants me to write a more detailed post with smut i would be happy to oblige and try my hand at it 🤭

All characters are aged up

Masterlist~

You felt the wind whip through your braided hair. Eclipse was just starting to fall as you flew on the back of your ikran high above the clouds. Colors were splashed across the sky as if a giant had taken a huge paint brush and used the sky as its canvas. The stars that started to now shine through looked like glitter added into the mix as a final touch.

Up here you felt free. You felt like you could do anything, go anywhere. You felt like you were in a completely diffrent place, where you didnt have any responsibilities or anything that could chain you to the ground. Nothing up here could hold you down, hold you back.

This is how you felt the need to share it with someone you thought also could feel like they needed to get away from it all sometimes.

He was following you but you had lost sight of him while weaving through and around the clouds. It felt like you were the only one here but you knew he wouldnt leave you and head back by himself, he wasnt the type to do so. You knew because you knew him the best out of anyone. You couldnt see him but he was there, you were sure of it.

Just then he appeared a little ways away behind you, flying on his own ikran. He flew up through the clouds below you and then above you in a split second. He passed you over head in an upside down position, patting you on the head as he flew past and down into the clouds once again.

"Show off" you shouted after him with a small smile on your face

He felt as free as you did up here, you could see it in his actions. It was the first time you had gone flying with him this high up or this late. He had always wanted to be back before eclipse as his father had said. But now you werent kids anymore, you were older. That didnt mean you both had less responsibilities, in fact it ment you probably had more but it also ment you could bend them slightly.

Bend them to your will so that even for a moment you could have time to yourselves, time where you could be your true selves. Together with each other, the only other person who knew all your thoughts, and that you both allowed willingly to see your vulnerabale side and help carry your burdens.

He rose up through the clouds right beside you as you now flew straight forward at a steady pace instead of weaving in and around the clouds. His freckles that flecked his skin started to glow like the stars, that shined like glitter, as the sky began to darken more with the start of eclipse.

"Oh im a show off am i? Whos the one who dragged me out here." He said jokingly

You made a face at him and he laughed. You liked when you made him laugh, each time it made butterflies rise up from the depths of your stomach and into your throat.

"Where are we going anyway?" He asked inquisitively. "You dont usually ask me to come flying with you this late"

He was right. When you were both younger he wanted to live up to his fathers expectations of him, do everything to be the perfect heir, the perfect son and perfect brother to his siblings. This ment whenever you had the idea of going out flying late he would be hesitant to oblige.

You remembered it vividly. It took you ages to convince him to go with you out flying late for the first time. You wanted to show him how the stars were even more beautiful while flying in the dark sky. Although it was the first time, it was also the last time he had gone flying with you that late. Jake had been angry at him that time because while you had been out Kiri and Lo'ak had snuck out into the forest together and were chased by a thanator.

They were fine of course. Jake and Neytiri had noticed them missing not long after they had left and Jake had brought them back safely. Although that didnt save Neteyam from the ear full that he got after you both got back yourselves. Ever since then you stopped trying to persuade Neteyam to come flying with you in the dark. You still flew together frequently but never at eclipse.

Now though, you felt it was alright. You felt that now most of all that you both needed this. You needed this time alone, to yourselves and together. Kiri and Lo'ak were old enough now to be able to hold each other in check and take care of Tuk as well, so theyre was no reason to worry about doing this now.

"Its a secret" i replyed at last

"A secret?" He questioned

"We're going to my special place"

He paused for a moment before answering. "You have me intrigued" he said smirking

You gave him a glance before you flew off ahead of him. The decorations on the neacklace that hung on your neck, the necklace that he gave you, swung back and forth from the wind in the process.

After a while of flying in silence you glanced once more behind you and saw he had caught up to you. Behind you he started to gather more speed and was now gaining on you. You heard him laugh which in turn made you do the same. He chased you from behind on his ikran as you wove in and around the fluffy clouds. You both stayed like that for a while, messing about in the sky as you steered him toward your destination, staying on track.

Time wore on and now the sky was completely dark except for the stars that helped you guide the way to the place that you were taking Neteyam. You werent lying when you said it was your special place. You had found it on another of your late night flying trips when you were younger. You had never shown it to anyone else before, you had wanted Neteyam to be the first. But you had only gotten the chance to show it to him now years later as the time had not been right until now.

You slowed as you came upon your destination and finally came to a stop. Your ikran perched itself on the lower branch of a massive tree. Neteyam followed your lead and had his ikran do the same. You both were now far out away from the village. Instead of the area being sucluded it was a wide open space with barely anything around.

Your ikrans had perched themselves on the lower branch of a massive tree, bigger than anything in the forest where you both grew up. It grew on the very edge of a cliff which had been erroded inwards towards the bottom by the water that lapped against it, making it have the shape of a crecent moon. Some leaves of the tree hung over the edge of the cliff and drooped dowards. The bark of the tree was a dark color, especially in the darkness of eclipse but the foliage at the top of it was bioluminecent with all diffrent colors that lit it up.

It was truly a sight to behold from below given how enormous it was. You heard a little gasp from Neteyam as he walked up beside you taking in the sight. It was quiet here, almost completely silent, except for the buzz of the wildlife that inhabited the giant tree as their home.

Mabey this giant tree is where the giant that paints the sky all those diffrent colors lives. It was was a childish thought but nonetheless still one that comforted you. Something from a story that your mother would sooth you to bed with at night when you were a kid. You turned only to see Neteyam looking at you, smirking, and felt a little embarrased as if he could see what you were thinking just by looking at you. You felt your face heating up.

"Come on! Follow me." You called back to him as you ran towards the trunk of the tree and started to climb upwards. The beads that his mother had braided into your hair earlier in the day hit off each other and clanked together behind you as you did so.

The game was on again as you both raced up the tree, seeing who could get to the top first. You had the advantage of course as you had come here and done this many times before and Neteyam was only climbing it for the first time today. Soon though what had started off as a race turned into something more playful.

Neteyam tried to grab the end of your tail as you climbed above him and you turned around to look at him in slight surprise while you laughed. You climbed up a little higher and swished your tail just above his face, brushing his nose with it in the process. You decided to climb faster and get to the top first so he wouldnt have time to get back at you for teasing him.

You reached the top first a little while later and crouched down to look down the trunk of the tree from where you had come up to see if you could spot Neteyam, a giddy smile painting your face. After a little while of looking you realised you couldnt see him at all and began to worry slightly. That was when two hands grabbed your hips from behind. Neteyam who had climbed to the otherside of the tree and came up from there had snuck up on you from behind and pulled you towards him.

You squeeled in surprise at the action but started laughing again when you realised it was Neteyam messing with you. At the very top of the tree there was a flat circular level just below the bioluminecent foliage. You were both now sitting on the wooden ground there, Neteyams arms wrapped sround you from behind as you sat in his lap. He tickled your sides, messing around and you couldnt contain the fits of laughter that involuntarily erupted from your throat at the action.

Soon you were on the floor as you tried to get away from him. He pinned down your hands on either sides of your head. After your laughing had ceased you still felt giddy but not for long as your attention was captured by the figure that was now above you. Neteyam who had pinned your hands on either sides of your head looked breathtaking under the bioluminecent light of the tree. His freckles now glowed brightly in the complete darkness of eclipse. You had no doubt that yours were doing the same thing in that moment.

The mood shifted and a certain tension seemed to replace the lightheartedness of before. Not a bad tension but rather an unspoken longing. You had know Neteyam since you were both children. Your parents were friends and since you and Neteyam were the same age they had wanted you both to get along. They had pushed you both to play together and soon his family became your second. His siblings were yours and his parents treated you like their own. You and Neteyam always got along, you became best friends without much effort on either side.

But something grew as you and he did. Something unspoken but still there. Never unnoticed but never ventured. You sometimes thought you might be imagining it. Making it up in hopes that you werent deluding yourself with what you alone might have felt. But the more time went on the more you noticed the little things he would do for you but not others. Like the little presents he gave you, always with a fond look in his eyes, that you were so happy to recive each time.

It was a type of courting in the clan. For a male na'vi to present a gift to a female na'vi of the same age and if she were to accept she would in turn accept his advances as a suitor. The presents that he gave you included the necklace you were wearing even now as you both lay ever so still atop one another.

You noticed how he felt about you but never took that step to confirm it. Was it because the time wasnt right all along? Like how it hadnt been the right time to take him here with you. But now he was here. Now after all this time. The time was finally right.

So you chose in that moment to push away any doubts or nervousness and confirm for yourself the feelings he held for you. You chose to finally take that leap of faith and hope he would meet you there halfway.

But you didnt need him to meet you halfway because he beat you to it completely. He leaned down towards you and took your lips in his. He stayed like that for a little bit before he pulled away seeming to have come back to reality after being swept up in the moment.

"Im sorry i didnt mean to, i mean well i did actually mean to, its not like i didnt want to kiss you or anything i just-"

He stopped talking when he heard a sound coming from you. You were laughing.

'Oh god shes laughing at me' he thought, his ears shifting downwards in nervousness and embarrassment.

His earlier much more confident attitude had been replaced by the growing unease in his stomach.

He was so dumb. What if he had entirely messed up your evening because he made you feel uncomfortable. Or even worse what if he messed up your entire relationship. Friendship! Definitely friendship!

He had just been so swept up in the moment that when he saw how beautiful you looked right underneath him his mind went blank and everything he had been feeling all this time came pouring out in that one small action.

You handnt kissed him back when he did it so you must not feel the same, you must be feeling so uncomfortable right now. Or even worse you thought he was foolish for thinking he had a chance with you when every other guy your age had you in mind as their number one candidate for mating with.

It was true, you were presented with many gifts. Many tokens of affection from suitors. In the minds of the young male na'vi of the clan you were certainly the top choice for at least ninety percent of them.

'And why wouldnt she be.' He thought. 'She is mine as well' he felt his face heat up in the darkness at his own conformation to himself

You were kind, caring and loving and that was able to shine through in many diffrent aspects of your personality. But you were also fierce, a true warrior of the clan. You often wore eyes that were filled with determination. You were a great hunter, you had the straightest and cleanest shot out of all the hunters of your age. You were an alrounder.

He liked when you shared your doubts, your so called 'imperfections' with him because he was the only one you would do this with. And in his eyes you could never be anything less than perfecton, flaws and all. It also made him feel a sense of relief that someone he viewed as perfect had insecurities the same as he did. In each other you could both confide things that you couldnt with anyone else. And he had just messed all of that up.

In truth you were actually laughing out of surprise. Even though you had been ready to make the first move you still had been shocked when he beat you to it. You saw a flash of unease cross his face as he noticed you laughing. His apology that was mixed with his nervous rambling only registered with you now as you calmed down.

You couldnt quite make out the right words to fix the situation so you decided on using your actions to portray your feelings instead. You reached up above you to cup Neteyams face in your hands. He was still above you on all fours, caging you, as you lay on the ground beneath him. You held both sides of his head and brought it slowly down to rest on your own. With your foreheads touching and your heart beating out of your chest you whispered to him.

"I see you" you breathed into him

A slight look of shock passed over his features but was quickly replaced by a tender expression as butterflies rose up in his own stomach.

"And i see you" he whispered back to you

Your tail that was resting on the ground tapped up and down slowly in a pulsating rythm. His swished behind him freely before slowly curving around and brushing up against your thigh.

No other words were needed. That was all it took and in the next moment you were both ready and willing to claim what was rightfully yours at long last.

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delightfulcollectivetyphoon · 1 month

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WOOP WOOP guess whos baaaaaaack. anyways yeah. ik i promised knifeplay but I SWEAR ON PAPA HET it will be in the next part. only after reading did i realize how bad i am at writing p in v smut. please reply and reblog if you like my fic ! <3

warnings: extreme dubcon (like seriously im blurring the line between dub and non but like its all 100% consensual they're just roleplaying), p in v, hair pulling, squirting, dacryphilia, post-kink-action consent (again roleplaying a dubcon situation), pet names, i need to have his children *cough cough* i didn't say anything, james refers to reader as "my perfect little girl" not in a ped0ph1l1c way but like in size ykwim, morning-aftercare, soft!james (aaaaaa), fluff, he bathes her, food

dear fucking god this started to get really (really) dark but i stopped myself but lmk if u guys want dark stuff!<3

"Won't everyone else hear us?" you asked nervously.

"Ah no, they're all gettin' shitfaced at some bar probably."

You grinned at his remark and let him lead you to his room.

The walls were black wood panels running vertically. The paint was rubbed away at a few spots, and the furniture was just the same. A king-size bed lay in the middle, with the headboard touching the wall and the footboard jutting out just shy of the center of the room. There were two identical small dressers directly across from the bed, and a red easel mirror separating them. You let out a small gasp as you took in your surroundings. It truly was a gorgeous room, and you felt as if you desperately needed to live here. As you were distracted, James took the time to observe you, grinning at your child-like wonder. He too had been amazed at how beautiful it had been. He knew that he needed someone to share it with. One thing you noticed was that the headboard was made oddly; instead of one flat board of wood, it had been carved at the top into an ornate pattern, and the middle of it had a checkered cutout. You instantly knew that it wasn't just a headboard, it was specifically to be tied to. You swallowed hard, thinking about being tied up, unable to escape, forced to succumb to him, to let him have you in every way possible. He noticed your special interest in the bedframe and told you so.

"Yeah, I like it too. Its gotta be my favorite thing in the whole house," he spoke. He chuckled, then walked up to your back. He leaned down to whisper, "well, not my favorite thing." You sighed at being called his favorite thing. The thought that you could just be his toy drove you insane, whimpering for more. If he noticed your turmoil, he didn't show it. Instead, he backed away from you and fiddled with his pocketknife through the denim. He knew exactly what to do with it, he just had to do it. That was gonna be the tricky part. Once your mind left the room and focused back on James, you remembered what you were here for. For him. For the pleasure he would send shooting down every nerve in your body. You blushed at the thought of you cumming around him, screaming his name, growing more and more overstimulated as he chases his own high, not caring that you had reached yours first. You turned to face him, your heart nearly beating out of your ribcage.

"I'm ready."

He strode towards you, a smug look on his face.

"Tell me, what are you ready for?"

"...I...want you to fuck me. I was nervous before, in the woods, because I didn't know what this would be like, but I know I'll like it." You grinned as you leaned forward, standing on your toes to reach his lips. At first, he resisted, just to see how desperate you were. But one swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip convinced him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, and you understood, allowing yourself to be hefted into his arms. You hooked your ankles together behind his back, you dug them in as you felt his cock, straining against the fabric. You loved the feeling of the rough material on your soft clit, but you remembered his rule. He pulled away. "I've been waiting for that. Waiting for you. Waiting, watching, I can never tell the difference." He dove down to your neck, licking at the bruises. He started towards the bed, gently laying you on the soft blanket. He began grinding himself against your thigh, thrusting wildly. After all, you had denied him earlier. However, he wasn't going to let himself go just yet. He detached himself from your throat as he pulled his cock back out of his jeans, still throbbing and angry from its ruined release. He moaned as he felt his hand tug his length, he needed to cum, and he needed it now.

"On your hands and knees, pretty girl."

You complied as you could feel the throbbing start between your legs again. Soon, you had your nose pressed into his bush again, and you were choking around him. He didn't offer words of encouragement this time. He wasn't going to wait any longer. He had an iron grip on your hair as he fucked your mouth. He was a grunting, sweaty mess by the time you could fell his head pulsing at the back of your throat. You tried to pull away again, to tease him again, but he was smarter this time, not letting you go. He continued until you could feel the hot, salty cum dripping down your throat, filling up your mouth. He came with a moan, the sound imprinting itself into your very soul, echoing in your ears. Once he had caught his breath, he tilted your head up, still holding your hair, and told you to open your mouth.

"Swallow."

You obeyed. You opened again to show him, and he grinned.

"Such a good slut for me, my little girl," he cooed as he stroked your sore scalp.

"Since you've been fairly good, you want me to fill up that tight little cunt? You want me to make you scream my name, cum all over me like the little whore you are?"

You moaned at his words and nodded, eyes clouded with lust. You were drunk. You hadn't touched a bottle since the concert, but you were drunk. On him, on the way he so lovingly degraded you, how you knew he would take care of you in the best ways, how he would love you in the worst.

"I want to be yours."

There it was. The look you had seen onstage, the wolf's glare as he stalks his prey. Those 5 words had transported him somewhere else. They made him someone else. Mine. The word rang through his head as he took you in. On your knees, hands folded in your lap, a lustful look on your face. You were almost made to be dominated. He decided he would make you obey. You would obey his every command. He would get what he wanted, no matter the cost. You were his. His little fucktoy. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand, earning a strangled gasp from you.

"You're gonna regret saying that sweetheart," he sneered as he pushed you on your back. You couldn't see him as you heard his clothing hit the floor, but you knew he would have the hottest body. He leaned forward, chain swinging from his neck just less than a foot above you. He positioned himself between your legs, and you instinctively wrapped them around him. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he inserted himself, but he wanted to be inside you as soon as possible. He needed to feel you practically split in two from his girth. He needed to see tears running down your cheek as you tried to distinguish pain from pleasure. His wish was granted as he locked hands with you, and slowly pushed himself inside. He watched as you tried to escape the stretch, the excruciating pain.

"Shhhh, I know, I know. It's gonna be okay," he said in a calming voice as you groaned through your teeth. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. It was a few minutes before he bottomed out, but it felt like an hour. Every couple of inches or so, he would stop and let you adjust. It took all of his will to not slam right into you and rail you straight in oblivion. He knew damn well if he did, you wouldn't be able to walk properly for at least a couple weeks, and that wasn't even his ego talking. He continued to caress your cheek as he stared at your entrance, how nicely he stretched you. As soon as he could feel your wetness against his pelvis, he slowly pulled out, assuring you through the pain. He repeated his process several times, before you finally spoke up.

"Fuck me, please, faster" you half-whispered. More tears had accumulated at the corners of your eyes, spilling over the edge and collecting in your hair.

"It's gonna hurt for a few minutes, but I promise I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. I promise." He slowly picked up his pace, careful to move in as straight a line as possible. He still held your hands in his own. He squeezed tighter as he pushed in, and slowly released as he came back out. You tried to remain as quiet as possible, but it was no use. The only sounds in the room were your moans, his pants, and your pelvis colliding with his. He would lean down and kiss you every once in a while, and could feel his tummy colliding with yours, which almost made you cum on the spot. You found pleasure in the way his bush brushed against your clit upon bottoming out. Your vision was foggy, your legs were almost numb. He was right. You were in pure fucking euphoria, and you hadn't even cum yet. You watched him watch himself drill into your hole. His eyes only left when you freed yourself of his grip and reached your hands around his neck, bringing him in, close enough so you could whisper.

"aa...aaaaa.... Jamie....fuck.... feel so fucking good......aaaaaaaa"

He threw his head back, reveling in the accelerated pleasure. Your whimpers and moans, badly masked, pushed him way closer to the edge than they should've. You could feel the coil tightening, looking at the sweat running down his forehead, arms locked and flexed, the only thing keeping him upright. The way his chain bounced against his chest, even shinier with sweat. You came right then and there, squirting all over his abdomen and thighs. You nearly passed out. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you convulsed, the hot liquid taking him by surprise.

"Ah fuck yeah.... just like that....thats my good girl.....fuck"

He began to rub at your clit, sending you into overdrive, making you clench as hard as possible. You screamed as he came, coating your walls. He only fucked you faster. He held onto your waist, bruising the skin, His moans were the only thing keeping you conscious.

"Fuck, thats my good fucking girl.........so fucking perfect...... fuck baby.."

He craned his neck, trying to focus on anything, anything other than your fucked-out features. He knew that the second he laid eyes on you, he would cum again. He pulled out just in time, groaning at the loss of stimulation. Your eyes were glazed over as you reached for him, pulling him into a bear hug. You cried into his shoulder as your walls fluttered around the mix of your cum. You could feel it leaking out as he pulled you upright, pressing kisses all over your face, licking the stray tears away. He stroked your back as you both caught your breath, recovering from your brain-melting orgasms.

"You were so good for me. So perfect. My perfect little girl."

You basked in his praise, still unable to fully form words, let alone sentences. You smiled up at him as he stroked your hair.

"Well, I don't know about you, but a bath sounds pretty damn good right about now." You nodded at him as he looked to you for an answer. He smiled softly and stood, walking to the bathroom across the hall. As soon as you heard water running, you fell asleep. You weren't sure how long you had slept, but the sun was shining through the window when you awoke. You tried to sit up, but your core throbbed. As soon as the pain washed over you, you remembered what had happened the night before. Ohmigod. After finding a massive t-shirt, you limped out of the bedroom. You didn't know where the kitchen was, but after exploring, you had finally found it. James was sitting down, eating a bowl of cereal and some eggs. He smiled as you entered the room. You offered him a grin as you slowly sat next to him, holding in a groan as you hit the chair. He put an arm around you, which you gladly accepted, and snuggled into his chest, almost falling asleep again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Feels like you're still in me," you grumbled. You winced as the words left your mouth. You had screamed yourself hoarse last night. His hand ran up and down your arm, trying to ease at least some pain. He chuckled at the remark.

"Well, was it worth it?"

You looked up, unsure of his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever you think it means. Regrets?"

"None," you whispered as you kissed his cheek. A few minutes passed, which you filled with sharing his cereal.

"Oh, uh by the way, I ran a bath last night because I wasn't sure if you had any more energy left for it, but the offer still stands."

"Ugh, fine," you teased as you made your way to the bathroom. You were just reaching for the faucet, when you heard footsteps behind you. James pulled you back by the waist, placing you by the door.

"Nuh uh. I'm doing this. You just work on brushing your hair. I'll wash it, and your body too, if you want. You need to rest."

Your heart almost shattered at how caring he was. You couldn't stop grinning as you ran his brush through your hair. When you were done, you took off the shirt and slowly climbed in. The water was hot enough that you immediately went limp and groaned. God, this was amazing. It soothed your skin, made all the pain drift away like smoke in the wind.

"I don't think I've seen anyone enjoy a bath as much as you," he taunted. You opened your eyes to find him on his knees in front of the tub, hands resting on his thighs.

"Shut up, Hetfield," you smiled.

He held up his hands in defense, laughing. After what only felt like a few minutes of idle chit-chat, he began to pump shampoo into his hands, working up a lather. You pulled the shower curtain back farther and lifted your head off the edge of the tub, to give him better access. As soon as his hands began massaging your scalp, you felt a wave of contentment settle over you. You shifted so that your back was to him. He grabbed a towel off the shelf and put it against the side of the tub so you could lean your head back. He didn't care that he was getting soapy water all over his pants, he was just happy that you were happy. He continued massaging your head in silence. He could've sworn you fell asleep more than once, just while he was shampooing. He guided your head up, grabbed the sprayer, and, while holding a washcloth over your eyes, so as to not get any soap in them, rinsed your hair. He moved on to conditioner, brushing through your hair as he did so. He left the conditioner to settle as he lightly ran a loofa over your body, being extra careful around your labia and vulva. He could still see his handprints on your ass, and tracing them, asked, "do these still hurt?"

"They're just a little sore, but you can wash them."

He slowly ran the loofa across your ass, slightly proud that they were still there. He kept that to himself and carried on. Once you had been rinsed off, he helped you out of the tub and dried you off. He guided you to the bedroom, where he pulled a bag from under the bed.

"This morning, I drove down to a Walmart a few miles out and got you some stuff."

He pulled out a fresh pair of panties, and some pajamas.

"I figured we could just have a day in, if you have nothing else to do."

Your heart felt like it was going to erupt at any second. You teared up as you approached him. He could see your emotion and reached out his arms. He embraced you, running a hand through your hair, as you cried into his shoulder. You hadn't had this type of treatment from past lovers, and you never expected him to do all this for you. Especially when you thought this was just a one-night stand.

"What is it?"

"No one's ever done this for me. You're the first. The bath, the clothes. You're just so sweet, even to a one-night stand."

He looked confused as you spoke the last three words.

"Do you want this to be a one-night stand? 'Cause I don't."

"Are you sure?"

"Pff, why would I not be?"

You simply buried your face back in his chest. You stood like that for a few minutes, glad to have this time with him.

You eventually pulled away, unpackaging your clothes. You slid on the underwear and pajamas. He led you to the living room and sat you on the sofa. He went back to the kitchen, grabbing the snack foods he had gotten from Walmart. He came back out with a couple of boxes of cereal, some milk, some candy, and a massive tub of Moose Tracks ice cream. You snatched the ice cream and a spoon as soon as he set them down. He grabbed the second spoon, and you both worked on the tub as you watched trashy reality TV. God, this man was perfect.

#WHEW #james hetfield #papa het #i need this man in ways that would get me on a watchlist #ANYWAYS #james hetfield smut #papa het smut

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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ADMIN I GOT A JUICY. JUICY IDEA.

Remember the Slenderman ask. Welp. I want him as a stuffed animal now.

Reader is mostly the same, exept forrr... lets say they have children. And pets. It's up to your interpritation how they got em i trust you.

And lets say they're close. Real close. Like "you weren't home today so i came in and watered your plants" close. Domestic closeness. Talking so much they can sometimes predict what the other will be doing/saying right now.

Reader is very affectionate but obv respects slendy so they just turn to actions and words to show him they care(although it can be a little hard for them to truly know what they're feeling and how to express emotions sometimes).

So, one day Slendys brother(not that one through.) comes for a casual chit-chat. "So how are things with you and reader? Plan to move together any time soon?" "No, why would we do that?" "Oh well i just throught with the nature of your relationship it would ve the next step, naturally.. you've been together for so long!" "..we're not together romantically, if that's what you're implying." "...you're literally raising kids together what do you mean." "....w.wbhjat."

Cue panik. He goes to talk to reader and they're like. Oh shidt. It do be not so just friendly.

Can be just queerplatonic or romantic, both are cute i think:3

Slenderman x slender-being!reader !

genuinely dont know what all to title this post since its so specific so i recommend for anyone reading this who isnt the silly requester to read through the request ueueue rolls around, im gonna get silly!

honestly i dont think slenderman would know much about romance and marriage. like he knows what they are but he doesnt know... everything about it. especially if its in terms of human stuff, with the rings and all that. you know? mostly because he doesnt exactly leave his woods and the number of people/creatures he actually properly interacts with and forms bonds with is very rare and so far, none were romantic...

and yet here he is, tending to your home in his woods that youve made for yourself, while youre away doing god knows what... it would be a shame if the plants in your home dried, or dust started to settle... or worse someone wandering into it when they arent allowed inside... though, thats even assuming they even manage to get that far into the woods given how possess of the area slenderman is

since he doesnt really have a basis to... base your relationship around, it doesnt take until someone else pointing out the dynamic to him. namely, the creatures he calls brothers

are they actually related in admins au? were they just created by zalgo at the same time? do they have the same genetics? honestly admin hasnt decided yet but they still view each other as siblings!

that aside, slenderman would definitely be in some form of denial. him? this man eating monster who mostly lives in solitude? the same one who has never felt the embrace of another person (/j but now that i think about it....)

THAT slenderman?

hell i dont even think its proper denial because he thinks he cant have those feelings.. not i think its denial because this really cant be what it is, right?

this leads to him doing what he does best; silently following someone.. usually in order to spook them out of the woods or to... hunt... but this time, hes simply observing you, trying to figure out if you're in the same boat at him

but you're just so vastly different from him in nature and personality that its hard to pinpoint your thoughts... sure he can read minds; i think most slender beiings can do that; but i dont think they can do it on other slender beings you know

doesnt approach you about it though, so youre going to be the one to ask him what the hell hes doing... again due to limited contact with others hes not the best at expressing his feelings or thoughts outwardly, hell even inwardly its weird for him but thats aside the point

i think im going to leave the ending open on what becomes of your relationship; but i think given how the reader is, they invite him into their home to talk things out with him. are you surprised that he has a possible crush on you? ....only a little since again, this is THE slenderman we're talking about... less that he may have feelings for you, but more so that you just thought he was on the aromantic spectrum

and thats no diss to my fellow aros; honestly i can easily see slenderman being greyromantic or demiromantic :3 ... maybe more so demiromantic, me thinks

rolls around

the ideas are not ideaing i apologize

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman imagine #slenderman headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine

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sarahjacobs · 14 days

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punk jack? how would it affect the story of newsies if at all? do you have headcanons about him? ideas?

im still in the process of refining his playlist, but jack is a folk punker through and through to me. i love folk punk to bits and always return to it despite listening to a little bit of everything punk, so im biased, but it makes sense to me. i mean, it's pretty country sounding due to having similar instruments and taking cues from country, blue grass, folk, etc -- we can keep the cowboy vibes that way (very important)

plus the subgenre originated from folk singers who were heavily enmeshed in organizing against fascism and war and for worker rights (one singer, phil ochs, concerned the fbi so much they had a 500 page file on him). folk punk today has carried forward a lot of these same themes, of leftism and a struggle to make a living, of wanting to get the hell out of where you are in search for something, somewhere better. i know that this kinda sounds like a description of punk as a whole, but these themes feel especially prevalent in folk punk. additionally, it's pretty tongue in cheek and usually sounds upbeat, but there's a kind of sadness, anger, and hopelessness that permeates its lyricism

and all of this is fitting for jack, as the first to call for a strike and a possessor of a rebellious streak a mile wide. who wants to leave for santa fe so he can start anew, and has a happy go lucky, bullheadedly optimistic exterior, but is deeply cynical at his core -- thinking about the lyrics to santa fe, "we was beat when we was born," and the 91 script in which jack says, "last year [roosevelt] was a hero. this year, he's a politician." he may seem like an idealist, but he certainly holds no illusions about how the world operates.

as for politics, i can't see him getting too into the weeds of theory, just because he's someone who prioritizes action above all

that being said, i can easily see jack being motivated by anarchist ideals of direct action and anti-authoritarianism (well, more specifically, anarchism is anti hierarchy of any form, but jack's status as strike leader complicates things for me). after all, in the movie, he doesn’t campaign directly to roosevelt or some other authority figure to deal with pulitzer for him, he just… goes and does it himself, and the tactics he uses are pretty real as hell -- forming hard picket lines at the circulation center, destroying newspapers because they’re the property of the world, going to break crutchy out of the refuge, etc. jack even sings, “even though we ain’t got hats or badges / we’re a union just by saying so,” which seems to point towards a general disinterest in going through official channels

if we’re lifting the beats of the backstory provided in canon and placing it onto a modern au, i think he’d be most concerned with mutual aid, particularly food, and prison/police abolition. so for praxis, there's a whole lot of stuff he could do. make connections with unhoused people and give them the food out of his fridge. distribute free meals and/or groceries to people (to be clear, not a soup kitchen or another charity service, food not bombs and punks with lunch are by far the most common mutual aid orgs i see). writing prisoners and organizing to get them books. doing jail support, as in setting up in front of jail and waiting for people to get released so you can offer them comfort, food, clothes, and/or a ride home

and jack's definitely not against actions that are either dubiously legal or outright illegal. so yk, stuff like blockading an intersection with your own body, a car, or stuff that's laying around like rocks or traffic cones. graffiti. hell, even providing free food to the public without a permit isn't really allowed and can get you harassed/fined/written up by cops or other officials

im going to cut it short here bcuz this is already pretty long. if you read this far. hi :-) i didnt talk fashion so all i can offer is this little sketch of jack

i can't really see him with the stereotypical 'Punk Look' with the studs and spikes and leather jacket n all. imo he'd be pretty lowkey overall, most of the patches he has are pretty utilitarian in that they're usually placed to cover up a stain or tear. i dont think he'd modify his appearance much in general, at most he'd get his ears pierced, and even that was scary enough for him. he went with david for emotional support and squeezed david's hand so hard it went numb </3

#mail #newsies #92sies #jack kelly #punk newsies #ty for sending this in btw! i always have thoughts about punk and leftism

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celestie0 · 2 months

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hi, love! how are you today? are you doing well? is work treating you good?

i hope you are doing well! flowers 💐 for my favourite girlie ✨

also have you got any tips for new writers? like i’ve been tryna write this fanfic but i cannot really understand how to keep it flowing without forcing it out, and i’m hoping you can help us out. its absolutely fine if you’re busy or cannot for any reason. no pressure truly🥹

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hellooo i’m doing well thank you 🥺💕 work is well i just got home, its rainy where i live so i made some hot cocoa and im just in bed now. i hope you’re feeling better i know you said you were sick <3 🌤️🌤️ some sunshine for you!

ohhh to be asked for writers tips is so flattering! i tried to think of my top few, and i have them below the read line :”) hope they help in some way and if you do end up posting your works don’t hesitate to tag me i would love to read them <3

my writing tips ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

dialogue. this one is toughhh bc i feel like a lot can ride on dialogue. my biggest tip for dialogue would be to just write all of your dialogue for a scene completely stripped down. none of the “he says” & “she says” or action verbs inbetween, just write it all out like it was a simple text convo w quotation marks. that way the words will sound realistic because you’re only picturing a convo in your head, rather than also trying to juggle all the descriptive prose. after you’ve got the dialogue, then you can go back in to fluff things up. if it’s meant to be comedic or a fast-paced argument, i think keeping it relatively stripped down is the way to go, but if it’s something intense or suspenseful then fluffing it up may be the better choice. also, i find dialogue becomes easier the more you write for a specific character, so if it’s not flowing right away, don’t worry!! their words will find you eventually once you get to know the character better :)

on choosing conflicts. this can be harddd because sometimes you just want the story to exist in happy land haha. but just like you said so beautifully in the sweet kickoff ch8 review you gave me, characters won’t always act perfect, but i think a great way to make conflict seem realistic is for them to act in character but with flaws, rather than just randomly out of character with flaws. maybe make a list of what that character’s good qualities and how those qualities could also work against them, and use the latter to brainstorm realistic conflict that those qualities could put them in (ex: a character is self-sufficient, but that causes them to rely on ppl less when they need it -> they fail to reach out for help in timely manners and leads to mistakes/regrets)

pacing. the biggessstt most important thing in my opinion for writing i believe is nailing the pacing. especially for fanfiction where people may be more interested in specific niche scenes rather than all of the stuff built around it. when starting off a story, don’t be afraid to just jump straight into it! or jump straight into the dialogue and then build the scene gradually as it progresses, rather than [gigantic block of text in beginning of scene that reader must drag their eyes through] and then get to the dialogue (im sooo bad w this myself lmao i fluff things up too much). in a world where attention spans are decreasing (rip), a lot of the times less is more. make sure the pacing fits the scene (romantic -> longer paragraphs more focused on subtle details, comical -> short paragraphs w simple n relatable diction, etc)

creating characters. with fanfiction this can be easy since you already have fleshed out characters from shows/books to work off of, but a good way to characterize is to just include little details that give them personality! not only is it a way to allow the reader to resonate with the character, but also it gives other characters in the story an opportunity to notice those lil quirks and create bonds over them as well. i just picture my friends or family in my head, the things i love about them, and incorporate it (i know nothing about film photography but my friend is a film major n thats where i got the idea for mc in kickoff)

for tone and mood. i think to get words flowing for different scenes, it can be really useful to get into the environment of those scenes while you’re writing, such as listening to a song that fits the vibe of the scene prior to/during writing (i blasted tgif by katy perry while writing the party scenes in ch6 of kickoff lol), or if its a scene at night, write it w the lights off, or watch a youtube vid w scenery that matches. may sound silly, but it could help! if i write something angsty in a really bright sunshine environment it’s hard for me to get the words

read more. this is sort of a miscellaneous one but a good way to subconsciously get better at writing is to just read more! your brain kinda learns how to write on its own when you read. also, when i’m reading, if i see words i really like i jot them down in my notes app so i have my own lil vocabulary of words that i know i would like to use in my writing

on writing insecurities. be proud of your writing!! your first draft does NOT have to be perfect. some days the words will flow, but on some they won’t, and that’s okay. don’t get too into your head about “i wonder what readers will think of this plot point or this character action” etc, i think having faith in your own process but also in your readers will bring you a lot of peace as you write :) create what you want to create and the rest will follow!! when i first started posting kickoff i was overthinking sooo many things that ended up being received just fine by readers in the end, so just stick to your plan 🫶🏼💕

use chatgpt. looool ai can be useful in writing too! i usually only use it after i'm completed with a draft, and i just plug select paragraphs into it to see if it can come up with some better words for me to use. it's also useful to come up with logistical details for aspects of your stories for world-building etc (no clue anything ab professional collegiate soccer games i've never been to one but i used chatgpt to come up with the scenes)

woooow i wrote way more than i thought i would haha but i hope this helps!! ive never given tips before so idk if these only make sense to me 💀 but hopefully they can be applied to what you’re looking to write as well :)

#asks #writing tips #just writer things

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skybristle · 4 months

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more sparks please. girl what happened to you and do i have to kill anyone

rbs > likes

These two. dw shes already fucking them up. hashtag feminism! [they are also both women]

these two n what they do to her [i wont go fully into it but just elaborae since i already summarized it here in my post abt maw but]. yeah. When she was constructed she was a very ambitious iterator and very. jittery and eager to help her kind and very very radiant. probably the perfect iterator!

of course.... as ive probably heavily alluded to ash is a POS ! as her senior, and the only one in their group at the time, she looks to him for guidance and feels so terrible finding out how fucked up he is with his own colony and how he is struggling to bear it [he IS depressed and chronically ill however also just. has zero accoutnability or responsibility whatsoever and refuses to recongize his mistakes ever or consider his actions beyond what he receives from them] so of course as they fall for eachther and she helps him shoulder his burden he simply takes it for granted and does little to return the favor. its soo unbalanced and unhealthy but sparks is just trying and trying because god !! she wants to be good !! she wants to help people !!! so fucking bad!!!

but shes left bleeding alone, in an overextended structure as they operate on her while shes awake, overclocking her systems and sendinf electricity like lightning down her puppet, he basically messages maw Once to try and get her to knock it off before falling back into his patter nof laziness like welp! did what i can do ! and has the audacity to whine to sparks about feeling inadequate. and she really has no choice but to get back up and dust herself off and live with this reality, which persists quite literally forever, even if its less stressful when her colony eventually leaves. and she stays stuck in this delusion that ash couldnt have done any more and that it was just unfortunate and.. he still needs her help she cant leave him in the dust [what did he do to her again?].

especially as their local group slowly grows and he kind of refuses to accept the responsibility so sparks is also shouldering mentorship and taking care of them and etc. the only exception really is whispers who isnt allowed to speak to sparks because their colony is an asshole so they grow close to their designated senior and ash actually does take the kid kinda under his wing as much as he sucks, mainly at sparks concerns initially.

shes also. super badly traumatized by maw and a lot of that fear and paranoia echo especially later on when maw *actually hurts another iterator*. shes well aware how much maw resents her and maw is the only thing to really scare her. over time sparks loses her whimsy and just becomes very calcualted and dilligent. takes little pleasure in it anymore but if shes not working shes nothing, even as she makes her issues and overextension worse she hasnt rested in ages.

once mass ascension happens and ash bascialyl goes 'welp im done. see ya'll' now that nobody is literally there to make him do his job and goes into sleepmode completely disregarding all the work sparks has done for their group and for *him* not just to appease his colony on his behalf thats when she finally breaks this delusion she has and fucking snaps. she still is kidn of in the position where now shes FORCED To hold authority because hes gone but doesnt bother to try with those who dont answer to her. shes just so angry and frustrated and just workaholics it all away but its really. its not helpful long term and this anger is just building as things in their group get worse and worse as he sleeps in the distance none the wiser.

and, finally, when whisper's emergency broadcast rings true and all hell breaks loose- and he wakes up and the first thing he does is crawl back to sparks to make her do his shit again without even acknowledging his abandonment for many many kilocycles she just completely fucking loses it on him. dedicates herself to- rather than try to put ehr group back together and aid whispers, she just charges headfirst into hurting everyone whos ever hurt her. im still trying to figure out what goes on with maw but as for ash. she creates the brainiac to steal his seniority but also just hijack his structure in an incredibly painful manner. just so she can feel her pain. oh, and just like her, she wont have anyone to crawl to for sympathy [being needlessly cruel and ignoring others suffering? sounds a lot like maw. disregarding the needs of your group to chase a selfish goal as someone lay dying? sounds a lot like ash. lol. lmao even].

after she gets the seniority crown she starts having a guilt crisis. then whispers. uhm. Well. Escapes starlight's can and jumps in the void sea [ive been alluding to it this whole time but nobodies said anything so. ill just lay that here and let u guys react] she finally realizes how badly she fucked up [thats what makes her better than maw and ash] and what shes done and how much shes kind of fucked over her bridges with the people who actually cared about her [chimes and ochre especially] and. yeah. i need to piece out what happens after this still but i mean starlight and maw r still kicking around and sparks now has the responsibiltiy to do SOMETHING which would probably resul in violent retallion from at least maw and kick this bs and sparks hurt and anger up all over again. lol. lmao even.

#sky rambles #rain world #rain world oc #oc tag: countless swirling sparks #oc tag: plunging flows of ash #oc tag: erupting maw #story tag: bending horizons #<- just realized i should have a tag like that ill go back and add it to my other posts

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princedetectives · 11 months

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nanako is one of the most well written characters in persona 4

⚠️ major spoilers for p4 up to its 7th dungeon in here (yes im talking to you kaylingo)

ive been thinking about nanako a lot over the past few days and, man, i feel like she doesn't get enough appreciation. she rivals akechi as my favorite persona character ever because of how precious she is, yes, but also because her writing is so perfect.

because, let's be honest, a lot of parts of this game aged poorly, especially in a modern lens. i could make a list. i have made a list actually which i give to my friends who start p4 to warn them (hi kaylingo!). you know, like the bathhouse scenes, the poor representation, the countless times the female characters are treated weirdly. the fat girl who only exists for fatphobic jokes. i could go on. nanako is not included in this.

in fact, nanako is one of the most compassionately written characters i've seen. she is just as important to the whole investigation team as she is to yu. she is never treated as a hassle to watch over. she's actively included in things they do. everyone is gentle with her (her very first social link where yosuke finds out her mom is dead and so softly apologizes, the little things like that). everyone loves nanako. that's so important, both for her and the story as a whole.

the justice arcana

nanako being the justice arcana is pretty baffling at first. the wiki says it's thanks to her deep care about right and wrong, but to me that's not as satisfying as:

nanako reflects everyone's sense of justice

this is clearest during Heaven: nanako's death is the reason the investigation team turns murderous, desperate to avenge her. nanako ends up in danger thanks to nametame's skewed messiah complex. nanako being in danger gives dojima the energy to launch a desperate attempt to finally catch the culprit and save her, wrecking and getting terribly injured in the process. importantly, nanako being in danger is what gets adachi panicked enough to slip up and reveal himself as the killer, thus allowing justice to finally catch up to him.

seeing her like this makes every character's actions much more fascinating. she doesn't deserve anything happening to her in the slightest. it's unfair and unjust. everyone knows this. what we see during Heaven is each character's attempts to save her, even nametame.

Heaven is my favorite dungeon in the game. in my book it even beats every palace in persona 5. everyone's love of nanako is stronger than ever in the most painful way. there's so much raw emotion and it's so well written the entire way through.

a few characters specifically stick out to me, like naoto, who chides themself for not figuring out nanako could be in danger sooner and being the person to initially suggest turning murderous against nametame.

teddie, who's so distraught over the injustice of nanako's death and his inability to keep the promise that gave him a place in the world that he loses all will to live. he can only live in the human world with her around, and she only comes back to consciousness upon hearing his voice.

and adachi, who, in an episode of the golden anime, is seen muttering to himself alone in the hospital pushing the blame of everything onto yu (episode 6, i told you, yu. the anime is usually really dinky but that episode is genuinely a masterpiece somehow.), which further proves his warped perception of justice. because he cares about her too. the anime proves that to him, yu took his place in the dojima family, and he's extremely bitter about it.

in conclusion

nanako's role as the collective little sister is so important. she helps everyone throughout their social links and brings out the sides of people that wouldn't be seen otherwise. before Heaven, each dungeon was fairly impersonal, saving people they hadn't met before, which drastically changes with her kidnapping.

nanako gives everyone the strength to solve the case. she's the light that guides them to the clues they've been looking for throughout the past 8 months. nanako is the justice arcana because, without her, the case goes unsolved, and it's all thanks to the love everyone has for her. she's the best depiction of anything like this i've ever seen.

#persona 4 #persona 4 spoilers #p4 #p4 spoilers #nanako dojima #talks

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To be or not to be (CHAPTER 3)

Auror! Sebastian x MACUSA Auror! Fem! Reader

Chapter Summary: You're finally inside the bureau and get introduced to the other two representatives from France and Thailand, joining you along this case. You get in close with the footage from the actual crime and seemed to have noticed something else.

Chapter Masterlist

Chapter warnings: mentions of blood and discrimination, there's also physical hurting of a child at the end, mentions of killing someone and a dead person. theres also sebastian and reader action but its subtle like deez nuts im so sorry i cant help it. anyways so far its all about the lore <3

a/n: enjoy plz even tho this is barely edited lmao. will edit tom. lmk ur thoughts.

You hear Sebastian's gasp of amazement at the sight before him.

"Woah."

Well, you couldn't argue with his sound of awe. As soon as you stepped inside, a magnificent sight greets you. A large tree situated at the center of the grand hall creates this majestic and nature feel of the whole building. It springs up and seems to be never-ending as a hole in the ceiling allows it to venture past the building's limitations. An encasement surrounds the tree, protecting it from wandering hands.

You feel the magic before you could even step closer to it. You feel its raw and powerful core, a feeling you once got the moment you held your wand. You see little specks of light floating around the magnificent tree— further enhancing its beauty.

"Damn. You don't get to see a tree like that back at home." You hear Gladys mutter beside you, eyes still trained on the gigantic specimen before you. She continues with a chuckle. "This is something Beauvais would probably lose her mind over."

You chuckle in agreement at the mention of the wandmaker. Trees like this were a source of raw and core magic. They were often planted in places sacred and solemn. This was an utter shock to you though. You just didn't see a tree blatantly planted in a place where wizards dwelled as well.

You further analyze the interior, noticing the receiving area for guests on the right side of the hall. You watch with curiosity at the numerous creatures dressed in formal wear roaming around the halls to the floating candles that surround the whole room.

It honestly didn't look like how MACUSA was from the inside. This felt more homey and welcoming. Like you were staying over at an inn with how warm the overall atmosphere felt. There was however a professional feel to it still. You suppose it's because the bureau is situated within a town where wizards lived and dwelled as well.

You glance at Ominis as he extends his hand out as if he was feeling for something you couldn't see. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"The magic here is strong." The blonde mutters. You've read from his file that the British assistant excelled in magical tracing as well as he felt magic more differently and sensitively than others. While attuning and focusing on certain traces took a while for you, you were still the most skilled out of your peers. You just had years of practice in mastering that field. This man however felt everything from what you heard but still lacked in terms of tracing distinct traces. He'd be a valuable asset to you, for sure.

"Yes." You hear Corazon agreeing from the front of the group. You were too enamored by the beauty of the interior to notice that the Datu had already had her eyes trained on your little group. You still felt oddly uncomfortable with the way the babaylan standing beside her was staring at you. "It comes from the Balete tree. It's the rawest form of our magic and acts as a combat and defense system against potential threats. Keeps the community safe. It's why we're able to stay underground for so long."

"I see." Sebastian nods, passively commenting as he tucks his hands inside the pockets of his coat.

They continue to lead you to the area behind the tree where three archways forming in a coordinate axis are situated. One is situated to the north while the other two are on your west and east. Corazon continues to walk forwards into the northern hall with Ysmeria and the elf a few steps beside her.

You match pace with Captain Alcantara beside you, eyes trained on the long hallway in front of you. You pass by other wizards who turn to give a curious stare and a respectful nod to the authorities escorting your group. You can't help but feel oddly uncomfortable at the numerous stares you're receiving.

The investigation division captain turns to you with a curious glance. "Nervous?"

You're startled by his sudden start of conversation but you respond with a sheepish smile, nonetheless. "Somewhat. The stares are something I'm not used to."

Elias chuckles. "It's fine. We rarely get visitors for this particular reason and everything else is kept under wraps by the Datu. No one knows exactly what we're doing with the whole situation yet besides us and the higher ups so rest assured it's mostly out of curiosity."

You don't know whether you should sigh in relief or not but with the added smile of reassurance that the captain sends your way is enough to put a calming effect on your mind.

The Datu stops at the end of the hall where a huge double door stops you from surveying what was inside of it. It was certainly a sense of deja vu from your previous meeting back at Ilvermorny. Corazon turns to Ysmeria with a nod before stepping aside to let the witch do whatever it is that she needed to do.

The babaylan turns towards you with a short glance. "I hope none of you are iffy with blood."

The cryptic message leaves the four of you with confused looks on your faces. You would almost think that it was a threat but with the way the corner of her lip gently raised, you would assume it was a joke.

She looks oddly scary for someone joking about ... blood.

Not until, she pulled out the weapon attached to her hip, resting the blade on her hands as she turns it back and forth before facing the sharp edge against her palm and making a swift cut on the skin.

Gladys takes a step back at the sight while the others remained silent. She then faces her palm on the flat side of the blade, murmuring a language that almost sounds similar to parseltongue. You see Ominis tense at the words.

As her palm slides down the blade, a swirl of writing lights up on the metal surface. It glows at the touch of her blood before the whole flat side of the blade is illuminated. It gleams for a few seconds before the door makes a rumbling sound. You take a step back, startled by the sounds before a pair of hands catch your back.

You glance to your right to see Sebastian peering down at you. He smiles gently at your face filled with apprehension. "It's okay."

He whispers towards you with a look of comfort seeping into his smile. You gulp at his words before turning back to the door in front of you. You watch as the handles of the door begin to extend like a bark of a tree before slightly curling up like an object was expected to be placed on it.

Ysmeria places her blade on top of the handle before rubbing her bloodied palm against the surface of the door with exquisite design. There was a lapse of silence before the door brightens a gold color. You watch as it traces a certain pattern on the door before you hear a lock click from the inside. Ysmeria takes her sword from the handles, watching as it turns back into its original state before the doors are pushed open on their own.

Corazon turns to you with a professional smile once again on her face. "Apologies. We had to reassure that we had the safest room possible when discussing important intel. This was the best possible option as it connects directly to the Balete tree and a babaylan can only access it."

Just as the four of you would respond to your gestures of understanding, a cough resounds throughout the empty hall. Your heads turn towards two figures stood inside the room.

A man and a woman.

The man raises his hand to form a wave with a cheeky smile, greeting you all while the woman only gives you a half-lidded stare from her spot beside him.

"Ah! Right." Corazon claps her hands at the sight of the two before turning towards the four of you. "I know introductions are in order but first please do situate yourselves amongst the room."

You take a step inside the spacious hall, eyes wandering as you take in its architecture and interior. You notice glass surrounds your feet and the room seems oddly empty despite being spacious enough to house a thousand people.

You find yourself between Sebastian and Gladys, adjacent to you is the two unknown figures, one of which seems to be eyeing your companion. You turn to Gladys who seems to be uncomfortable at the woman's stares.

"You okay?" You ask her as she locks eyes with the woman who sends her a smirk before crossing her arms over her chest and facing Corazon with a smile. Gladys does not respond to your question.

"Alright. Now that all of our representatives are here, let me introduce you to one another." Corazon rubs her hands together as she studies the people who will lead the investigation. She purses her lips for a short pause before smiling once more. "Let's start off with our Thailand representative. Sent by the Ministry of Magic and Wizardry for Thailand and approved by the Southeast Asian Wizardry Congregation to represent as their primary representative is Hathaikan Anant."

The woman sends a calculating gaze towards your group before nodding in greeting.

"She specializes in undercover missions and intel gathering. Particularly, in the field of potions." Corazon adds with a proud smile. Hathaikan chuckles.

"A pleasure to be working with you, Datu." Her voice rings out like a sickening sweet flavor that leaves a bad taste on your tongue. You can't help but be apprehensive as her eyes turn into slits as she smiles with 'innocence.'

Corazon then turns to the man beside him. "This is Regan Moreau. Sent by the Ministry of Magical Affairs for France. Specializes in defense against the dark arts."

Regan sends a look of familiarity toward Sebastian who only sends a forced smile towards him.

"Did he just say France?" Ominis leans slightly to his left to whisper to Sebastian who hums out a yes. It seems as though Regan had heard Ominis's question as he sends a smile back at him.

"Of course we have, Sebastian Sallow sent by the British Ministry of Magic. Excelling in the form of wand dueling especially against dark wizards as well as his affinity to dark magic." The Datu nods towards him. Heads turn towards him, eyes trained on his figure as he mumbles a quick 'hi.' You snorted at the awkwardness before coughing as you feel his arm nudge harshly against your rib. "Then sent by Magical Congress of the United States of America, Y/N Y/L/N. She specializes in magical tracing which will come quite in hand with Hathaikan's field."

You lock eyes with Thailand's representative who tilts her head, eyeing you up and down before winking. You look away in embarrassment.

"Last but not the least, we have our own agency's representative. Hiraya Rivera as your field medic and guide." Corazon motions her hand toward Hiraya who only nods her head in greeting. You could see her vibrant energy overflowing with the way she was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Elias had to subtly pull her down by the arm, appearing to look unbothered by ball of energy beside him. "You'll all be commanded by Captain Elias Alcantara throughout the entirety of this case. Am I clear?"

A resounding "Yes, Ma'am" is heard throughout the hall. Corazon smiles at the sounds of agreement before pulling out her wand. "Now that's out of the way, let's head on to the real reason why we're all here."

With a flick of her wrist, the wand transfigures into a staff before she uses the end of the wooden pole to thud against the glass pane beneath your feat. Within seconds, the room darkens and the glass illuminates causing you all to take a step back.

Corazon transfigures her wand back once more before swishing it into the air. You watch with bated breath as the room fills with mist. It surrounds your feet and the walls around you— almost blocking your vision. Its Sebastian that alerts you back to the present situation.

"Projection magic." He whispers beside you. You turn your head slightly toward him. He notices it and continues. ".... What she's doing. It gives a visual aid of a scene or an event. We use it often at the headquarters."

You face him with an amused stare. "... I know what it is."

You could only describe the face he made in the next few seconds as a child who had tried to show off his brand-new toy thinking it was him who only had it but then sees the whole class with the very same toy. He gaps at you like a fish out of water before pursing his lips and grumbling in annoyance. You could almost giggle at his childish demeanor but you suppose laughing at a time like this wasn't the best exact decision to make.

So you only smile.

You begin to notice the interior of the hall change from its traditional style to a more grandiose interior. It was a ballroom certainly but held more of a traditional Spanish-inspired feel to it. You then begin to hear chatters as ghosts of people start to appear around you.

You would almost be scared shitless at the faceless figures if you weren't aware with how this type of spell worked but you knew that this was an effect of what the projection spell was focusing on.

"This came from a memory vial sent by our informant." Ysmeria was the one who speaks up as she takes a step forward. She then gestures with her hand towards the man at the center of the ballroom. "Watch closely."

The movements appeared to be in slow motion. You watch as a man with clear features— one you deduced as the victim of the attack, converse with the blurred figures around him.

Just as he lets out a boisterous laughter, a woman dressed in the traditional Baro't Saya, emerges from the other end of the hall, pulling out her wand and casting what you can already tell as the Killing Curse.

The green light travels slowly, passing in front of you before hitting the man directly in the chest. The man flies from the impact before hitting the floor with a loud thud. You hear howls of pained and panicked screams from the sight of a dead man.

Then the projection stops.

Your eyes turn back to Corazon who had her hand raised, tip illuminating before she drops it back down and motioning her hand towards the scene. "Thoughts?"

It's Regan who speaks first. He walks toward the projected corpse of what once was a lively man. He crouches down, head tilted as he analyzes the man lying before him. "A direct hit. It's certainly cast with intentions."

You nod in agreement before hearing Sebastian chime from beside you. "Wizard on Muggle crimes are always led by a demonstration for power. Causes like this are common from past cases."

Hathaikan hums from her spot before walking toward the suspect who still has her wand raised. Arms tucked behind her back, she eyes the emotionless look plastered on her face. "Correct, Mr. Sallow, if she was a pureblood fanatic."

Hathaikan sends a sarcastic smile toward Sebastian who only looks away in annoyance. You furrow your eyebrows at her behavior.

Hathaikan then continues. "However, the files have already deduced that Regina Salazar is an activist for half bloods and seromahi born wizards. She has an affinity for humans."

Your purse your lips in thought. She was right.

The motives and background couldn't align. Either there was something that had her in a sudden change of heart or she was that manipulative, to begin with, but according to the case files, Regina was continuously passionate about allowing an easier process and a welcoming environment for the human minority of the wizarding community.

Murder for demonstration of superiority was certainly out of the question.

"We can't rule that out yet." The Datu corrects your thoughts. "Regina is still a pureblood. Raised by one of the most traditional families in the community. She was honed to feel superior than others. We still have to consider this as a possible motive."

The others fall silent at her thoughts. You suppose exhausting every possible option would be the best approach to this.

And that you did.

As you try to make more sense of the scene in front of you, your eyes catch a still figure amongst a panicked crowd. Normally, you'd pass it off as a shocked witness but with the way, his shoulders were hunched and his body language that spoke as if it was far from the emotion of fear and surprise, you knew this was something else.

"There." You point at the blurred figure on Hathaikan's right. The group turned toward the area where you pointed as marched to the faceless figure. "His positioning. I-It's not right."

Sebastian tilts his head at your observation. "It looks like a shocked witness. It doesn't really give off any other information besides that."

Regan, fortunately, takes notice of your insinuation. He points to the figure. "The head. It's tilted towards Regina as if he's watching her. Normally, if you're paralyzed by fear, it attunes to the rest of your body as well."

Gladys adds in. "The instinctive urge for flight. He would've taken a step back already."

Corazon locks eyes with Ysmeria who nods at the theory presented.

Hiraya chimes in all of a sudden. It almost startled you with how quiet she's been so far. "There's one here as well. Same body language."

The group turns their head to a faceless figure of a woman on the far left of the hall but situated at the front of the center aisle. She stood the same way as the man had. Face directed toward Regina.

"Is there no way to uncover the faces of these people?" Ominis asks as he raises his wand, the red tip scanning his surroundings.

"I believe not. It happened all too fast." Captain Alcantara makes his entrance into the conversation. His eyes scan the two added accomplices to their list of people to find. "The informant was only focused on the scene at hand, hence the faceless figures."

"Wait. Am I hearing this right?" Sebastian clarifies for the rest of the group. "Are we deducing that this is a murder done by not only one but a possible group of wizards?"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

The added two observations definitely provided more context to the scene of the crime and while dark wizards planning to take over No-Maj communities was something quite common in your line of work, never had you experienced a situation where a wizard loving human would murder a muggle out of plain sight. An influential one nonetheless.

Wait.

Influential?

"Wait!" You exclaimed, startling the others at your sudden rise of voice. You turn towards them with wide eyes. "Didn't the case file say that he's of influential standing? Connections with the King of sorts?"

"A general and an adviser to the King of Spain." Hathaikan has her full attention on you, arms crossed over her chest as she lifts a hand to rub her pointer finger against her chin in contemplation.

"This isn't just a murder, isn't it." Ominis catches your drift. You let out a shaky sigh as looks of dread fill the faces of the locals in front of you.

Gladys voices your thoughts with a flick of her coin.

"Its a fucking assassination."

"It's all over the paper."

A gentle thud of the paper against a wooden surface alerts the woman having breakfast. At first, she sends him a glare before sighing as a motherly look flashes across her face.

"Enzo. Eat." She gestures to the food laid out in front of the table. She takes a sip of the coffee before a harsh slam against the table burns her tongue.

She doesn't flinch and only peers at the young man standing in front of her with cold eyes.

"I didn't agree to this." Enzo voices out with a shaky tone. Tears well in his eyes as his hand grip the edge of table tightly within his grasp. "This— This is not what she would've wanted."

The woman sounds out a burst of laughter, malicious enough that it sends the young boy standing at his full height. Suddenly, he's aware of stares directed at him. One from the living area, coming from a man, and the other by the stairs, from a woman.

"Y'know," The woman smacks her lips as she feels the burn on the tip of her tongue. "It's crazy how the pain only settles after. It doesn't even hit you hard. It's a slow process."

The woman then stands up, posture elegant but menacing. Enzo takes a step back.

"Pain isn't even the only thing that settles after." She continues as if she's only telling a story. Enzo gulps as she makes calculated slow steps toward him. "There's scars. Trauma. Fear. All that stuff."

"P-Please—" Before he could even speak out his plea, a hand surges out to harshly grab his cheeks. He lets out a yelp in pain as the woman pulls him towards her.

"You don't get to tell me what she would've wanted." The woman hisses as her nails dug against the skin of his cheek. He whimpers as he claws at her wrist. "This is everything she should've had as well as the rest of you. I'm doing this for a cause, Lorenzo."

The way his name rolls out of her tongue leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Tears had already begun rolling down his eyes before he could even stop them. Noticing his scared expression, a motherly smile settles once again on her face.

"Should we teach him a lesson, Ate?" The woman from the stairs suggest with a smirk. The man seems to agree but a cold lifeless stare is only sent back to them as a response.

"Know your place, Vida. Juan." She calls out. The two cower in their places before she turns back her attention toward him. She releases her harsh grip on his face, opting to gently caress his cheeks as if he hadn't almost crushed his face together with just one hand.

He looks up at her in forced obedience.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Enzo?" She utters in such a false warmth of security that it almost lulls the young boy if he wasn't used to it by now.

"Yes," He pauses for a second before he continues to address her. "Aunt Regina."

"Good boy." She giggles as she pats his head in a calming manner before pulling him in her arms.

He used to feel safe in this very cocoon of warmth. He used to remember her smiles differently but now it had all begun to bleed into the cold surface of her pain.

"I'm glad you understand." She reassures him, swaying them back and forth together, creating an allusion to a happy mother and son. He allows himself to rest against her, eyes empty and hollow.

There was a pause before her next words shakes a chill down his spine.

"Cause I was afraid I'd have to kill you too."

It didn't even sound like a threat. It was as if she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He tenses and he knows she noticed. The swaying pauses and she pulls back to crouch in front of him. The fear intensifies as he stares at the empty hollow of a woman in front of him.

Eyes almost dark and empty of life and a smile curved up so eerily, she stares at him with what seems like the most haunting things he'd ever seen. The next few words further intensifies his fear.

"We certainly don't want that, do we?" Her voice is warm but gives off the feeling of coldness. He can't take his eyes off her.

"After all, a mother can't kill her son."

A/N: IM DONE W CHAP 3 THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE despite being lazy af im so sorry honkai star rail was so fun. NEW CHARACTERS AND A SNEAK PEEK OF THE MAIN VILLAIN !!! hope yall liked it, <3 the drama is starting hehe. LMK UR THEORIES PLS 🙏 also tysm for the support on this fic. its my baby. SEE U ALL ON CHAP 4 !!!!

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la-pheacienne · 11 months

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so i have to go to work soon and am feeling quite scatterbrained so im sorry if this doesn't feel coherent. But I've been thinking for the last couple days about Elia Martell.

I understand that Elia Martell is supposed to be dead. that her narrative role is to be dead. but i keep wondering about if she had lived. (i have severe difficulty believing that Tywin actually wanted her to live, despite his "regret" over the Mountains actions. i think his regret literally comes from the fact that Dorne is a pian in his ass and not because of anything ehtical or even Strategic*)

*how would it have been strategic to let the princess consort of the previous regime live and go back home after killing her husband and her children? she would probably have been a political hostage tbh, to ensure Dorne's behavior, forcibly remarried by whomever Tywin chose. have no idea who that would be tho. but thats besides the point.

to be honest, I'm too scatterbrained to get all my thoughts in order, but if Elia had lived (and was aloowed to go back home), I have genuine doubts that Dorne would have enacted the same type of long lasting revenge that they do in canon. probably Doran and Oberyn would want the Mountain dead, and Tywin as well, but in this case their sister is actually "alive and well" and while children are precious, at least they have their sister back with them safe. and of course, probably Elia probably would be "broken" in this case. little more than someone wracked by grief. (tho maybe not. proably suicidal, or maybe the fact that shed be grief stricken, "broken" would drive them to revenge)

anyway, if Elia was going to live, i keep thinking that shed very likely become hard, after being the woman of sweet wit once. and I dont know, but if she wanted revenge, would Dorne really help her get it? i know that mysoginy is real, and Westeros seems to have a hard time allowing women to get their own revenge. I dont doubt the depth of Oberyns feelings, but its been almost fifteen years and its clear that he put Elia on a pedestal, (probably seeing the real woman would be truly difficult for him) and Doran clearly wants political vengeance in the story.

GRRM said that Elia and Rhaegar had a complicated relationship, and it seems to me that She probably loved Him more than He loved her. so its questionable whether she would want revenge on purely on his behalf, which would lead to very complicated feelings of vengeance and scorn intermixed, naturally.

probably shed be a heavier inspiration to Arriane, if Elia wanted revenge against Robert but her brothers dont exactly listen, with Oberyn wanting the glory of the act and Doran's never ending patience.

I wont lie, i couldn't help think on this because i Know that the Stansas tend to wrack Elia Martell's description like a corpse doll for whatever shit they're snorting atm, but i think that if Elia had lived, theres a small chance that she would want to go to Daenerys.

Daenerys fitting the description of the Prince that Was Promised- which Elia would probably know about since Rhaegar told her the song title-and also bringing Dragons Back, which probably Rhaegar spoke pf repeatedly.

I dont think Elia would feel only scorn for Rhaegar, even his actions probably hurt her a lot, especially because over the years she too would, alos view him through a lenses of grief. but i think that if Elia knew that Daenerys seems to be the one Rhaegar was waiting for, she'd want to be at her good sisters side, either for vengeance, or because she too, wanted to see the dream of spring-the hope- that no doubt Rhaegar had shared with her.

what do you think?

So, thank you for asking my opinion on this, but this is really not my thing. I believe I'm fairly good at analysing written text, but I am not good at speculation and imagining alternative endings and what ifs. Maybe you should adress this question to someone in this fandom who writes fanfiction or generally likes speculation, AUs, etc. I will tag @ladyalianora for a pro-Rhaegar approach and @alethiaii for a not so pro-Rhaegar approach.

Having said that speculation is not my thing, I don't really know what would have happened if she had lived, cause she died, and her death is a pretty important part of the story and definitely the most important part of her story. But if i want to speculate, Elia surviving without her children in my opinion wouldn't have changed things so drastically. Her house would still want revenge over the dead children. It is not only Elia that would want revenge as you say, it's her entire house, and in my personal opinion, in universe, I think the children were actually more important than Elia herself for the house Martell. Not for her brother maybe, but for the house and the legacy of Dorne, the children are the most important. Let's be real. These children were Martell children and they were the heirs to the throne, they were supposed to succeed their father and grandfather and they would have if Baratheons and Lannisters hadn't killed them. This new order of things didn't just erase Targaryens, it erased Martells as well and the power they held because of their affiliation to the Targaryens. Yes Rhaegar left Elia but her children were always going to be the Targaryen heirs and nothing in the world would change that. It's Robert and the Lannisters that killed them and usurped their father so for Dorne they will always be the actual enemy, always. Plus they would really dislike the Starks because of their alliance with them and because of Lyanna, realistically.

So yeah Dorne would definitely want to avenge the children.

As for Elia, she would be a shadow of her former self, abandonned by her husband who is now dead, and with her children killed. Her attitude towards Rhaegar would be really complex cause he did abandon her but at the same time, strangely, tragically, her interests were tied to him, his death was the catalyst for the death of her children. She would definitely had mixed feelings, bitterness, betrayal, scorn possibly, she would definitely accuse him for being the cause of this entire rebellion but at the same time she would, I believe, feel intense grief over his death and usurpation. As GRRM said, their relationship was complicated, I personally believe there was some sort of understanding between them before he left, there was some sort of closure, cause I believe this possibility is way more in tune with Rhaegar's canon characterization. They were in an arranged marriage after all, it was a marriage of duty. But I'm 100% biased in Rhaegar's favour so maybe you don't agree. Also her negative feelings for Rhaegar would be largely covered by the disgust she would obviously feel for anyone involved in the new regime, the Lannisters, the Baratheons and the Starks.

To sum it up, her mental state would be very interesting to write, very complicated and tragic, just an endless sea of grief and disgust directed towards many different people, her husband, and his usurpers. An Andromache type of character.

As for her attitude towards Dany, I really don't know cause I never thought about this. Maybe she would go to her maybe not. I feel that Dany would be the one to go to Elia and not the other way round. Dany would absolutely want to meet her and talk to her, she would be the only hint of family she has left after all and they could have a connection over their common loss of their families at the end of the Rebellion.

"Daenerys fitting the description of the Prince that Was Promised- which Elia would probably know about since Rhaegar told her the song title-and also bringing Dragons Back, which probably Rhaegar spoke pf repeatedly". Now I do believe it is a possibility that Rhaegar had shared with Elia the prophecy but I am not so sure. Maybe he was very solitary in his visions. And also I don't believe he spoke repeatedly of bringing the Dragons back. I actually don't buy this and I think the fandom has severely misinterpreted his "obsession" with the prophecy. The line "the dragon has to have three heads" was spoken in Dany's dream and it was spoken to Dany. Rhaegar in the dream looked directly at Dany when he said that, and as we know, Dany was most definitely not present in the real scene, if we supposed it was real (it wasn't). It was Dany's vision, not Rhaegar's. All we know about Rhaegar himself was Aemon saying :

"He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King’s Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet".

That's it. He first believed he was TPTWP and then he believed his son was TPTWP. Period. So I really do not get how we concluded from this that Rhaegar was obsessed with having three children and that he even talked about it all the time. All this comes from Dany's vision, where Rhaegar was talking to her. And this theory is directly promoted by Targ antis who believe the Targs are just a bunch of self aggrandising assholes starting with Dany herself.

So no at this point I don't vibe with what you say. I do believe, however, that Elia would recognise Rhaegar's visionary and idealistic personality in Dany, along with other specific traits, and she would probably believe that Dany may be able to achieve what he did not.

#this got too long #Elia Martell #rhaegar targaryen #daenerys targaryen #asks #asoiaf #i hate hate speculating hate it #but it was an interesting question #a song of ice and fire #au #is au appropriate for this?#game of thrones #aspa rambles

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crazyforkookoopuffs · 1 year

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Jake x Reader-I’m going to take care of you

So this is also like not in the Avatar but in the Avatar universe. it's a weird in between where it mentions scent. They live on a beach or at least near enough to a beach. Idk I just wanted to write more of a tease kind of story. This is also my first time writing something like this and I like it. Im not sure if there'll be a part 2 but its probably very likely. This is also very short, I just realized, so a part 2 is def likely.

Word Count: ~700

Excuse any errors, if you want more or specific storylines comment/ make suggestion. If you also know any tips for better writing also comment them I just trying so many new things and have a couple of ideas I think I want to write about.

Jake is struggling. He is struggling so hard to contain himself and you are making it that much harder. With your tight coverings of your chest and the short but loose coverings of your bottom. He can smell you, everytime the wind blows and everytime you so much as shift toward him he catches a hint of your beautiful scent. He is lost when it comes to you. You truly are his weakness. A weakness he enjoys having. Enjoys devouring.

Jake Sully who is literally salivating at the mouth as you lean down in front of him and he gets a full view of your full ass. The heat he feels crawls throughout his body, he has no idea where it started nor does he know where it ends but he does know both his aching cock and mind are burning to take care of you.

He wants nothing more than to make you scream his name over and over. A mantra then falls off your lips like sin. Nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and have you settle right atop of his face. His mouth more specifically. ‘Your throne’, he thinks, because you deserve nothing less.

You do so many things to him, you make him ache with want and need. You make his knees fucking weak if you so ever glance his way, you are literally his first and last thought when he rises and sleeps. And right about now he has had enough of watching you carefully pick shells from the sandy shore you two are walking on.

“Y/N, babe, you think we can head back now?” Jake asks, he hopes you don't notice the edge to his tone or the way his voice is a bit husky. Or maybe he does then you can allow him to do what he pleases to your body. You look toward him with a pout, not really wanting to leave just yet as the waves in the sea start to sparkle more as the sun goes down and the sky becomes a beautiful hue of pinks and blues. There's still a bunch of little cute shells you want to find.

“But the sun isn't even down completely yet. It’s still so nice out.” you say with a slight whine to your tone. And god does it do something to Jake. He hates to ruin or cut your fun short but he is picturing other ways you can have fun. Images of you on top of him with your head thrown back in great pleasure and his hands finding purchase anywhere he can reach. His groans, fucking yells, rivaling your own..

“Actually it’s ok. We can come back tomorrow, I want to meditate before bed.” You interrupt his delicious daydream.

There's a slight pause of movement as Jake makes eye contact with you and he can't help but to pull you in his arms. Staring into your eyes he takes the tip of his dumb and traces the outline of your full bottom lip.

And the thing that goes over Jake’s head is the fact that you're completely head over heels for him too. So his action, as small as it is, makes you almost instantly drip. Your knees go weak as you look into his eyes. Seeing him. Seeing all the dirty thoughts he has of you too together. Your mouth slightly opens as he puts a bit more pressure.

“Fuck. Momma, you're going to be the death of me.” He curses as you suck in his finger. He is just glad your home isnt too far from where yall are right now, otherwise he would have considering fucking you right here on the beach. In the open. ‘Hmmm, maybe another time.’ he thinks.

You two stand there for a moment pressed together. Your chest flushed against his chest. He can feel your hardened nipples through the top. You can feel his broad chest and it makes your mind so fuzzy you don't even realize that you are sucking Jake’s fingers so hard that saliva is already pooling out and around it. But Jake notices.

Oh, he notices how your eyes glaze over and your thighs squeeze tighter together and how a slight whimper comes out of you when you can’t seem to press any closer to him. And he definitely notice the way you suck on his finger. If his cock isn't hard enough already then, now, with your sweet sinful lips around his finger, your seductive scent, and the lovely sounds you are making would sure do the fucking trick.

He pulls out his thumb and inhales as you chase it with a disappointed mewl.

“Take me home Jake.”

#jake sully #Jake #avatar #awotw x reader #jake x y/n #Oneshot #smut #Love #Smut #really proud of this actually #First time writer #Tease

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do you mind going more in depth about why you don’t like dallon weekes

sure

besides in general being boring and a bit of a wet blanket, which i guess isnt a crime necessarily, dallon is a ridiculous narcissist

when i was 19 dallon used to check my blog all the time to see what i was saying about him. he knew i didnt like him and he would often formulate replies to posts i specifically was making about him, and post them on fb or twitter, not tagging me directly but essentially quoting my criticisms right after i'd post them

dallon recognized me at shows and directly called me out in public and at a m&g once for not liking him or making jokes about him online. at the time it felt playful or whatever but as time goes on i feel more and more like it was a display of insecurity and ego, to be so concerned by what some teenager was saying about him on the internet that he checked my blog often and felt he should respond to me publicly, or in person, about it

and im not the only person who experienced this type of shit with dallon, there was an incident way back in 2014 or 2015 where he and breezy essentially went after a group of teenage fans because they criticized them. thats the type of behavior that was normal for him at the time. he was a man in his 30s, theres no excuse

beyond all of that i think dallon is a little slimy coward. he will not and has not definitively publicly said anything truly staunchly negative about brendon, but he went back on posts from like 7 years ago to change the captions and allow people to infer he was somehow a victim

but anyone who was around during too weird or doab era will remember that dallon's behavior at that time othered him from both the fans and the rest of the band. he acts as if he was being bullied by brendon, but brendon didnt do anything to him that he didnt do to kenny or zack or dan or, previously, spencer. why is it do you think that dallon is the only person who has ever tried to imply that brendon was a bully? everyone else that has worked with him publicly, from dillon francis to every time i die to fucking TAYLOR SWIFT, has sung his praises, said he was humble and kind and gracious, and you will be hard pressed to find a fan interaction where he was rude, cruel, whatever

dallon is so obsessed with victimizing himself, when its obvious to me that he was never going to be comfortable around the guys because 1) he didnt drink and 2) he was the only one of them who was a father and had that level of responsibility and 3) he is a practicing mormon and brendon himself has very complicated and valid reasons for being against the LDS faith and how it affected him growing up. the themes brendon often wrote about were about religion, his feelings about it, whatever. there was so much religious and subsequently anti-religious themes in the music and that was inevitably going to be offputting to dallon. keep in mind this is the same person who would get upset if brendon was singing songs from the book of mormon on the bus

dallon would talk shit about brendon to fans while he was literally on tour with the band. theres recorded evidence of this. how does this dude get lauded as mature and reasonable when his actions are often so petty and immature?

dallon could not hear about an islamophobic attack without making it about himself. dallon regularly has tiptoed around homosexuality or feminism. and i dont even give too much of a shit about that because obviously i stan brendon and i recognize when people fuck up and grow or whatever, but its so funny to me that dallon gets that pass when brendon doesnt

dallon making these sideways comments about being poor or not paid enough will always annoy me too. 1) he was a touring musician, 2) brendon urie himself was not cutting his checks, fueled by ramen was, 3) he was receiving royalties off of too weird airplay and streaming and live performances (and he still is), 4) HE AND BREEZY LIVED IN BEVERLY HILLS AT THE TIME, like talk about willfully living above your means. and beyond that he got to travel the world playing music and staying in expensive hotels at no cost to him while receiving exposure for his former projects and any that he might be involved with in the future (which is how idkhow has had its level of recognition). he had adoring obsessive fans sending fanmail and gifts and he is now, years and years later, biting the hand that fed him

and its not lost on me that dallon started changing these ig captions and making these nebulous, purposefully-vague comments right when the public shift on brendon started going south for whatever reason

because hes a coward, and he knows that any issues with brendon are simply personal grievances. if he had anything on him, if brendon was truly this evil guy who did him direct harm, you know he'd fucking say so, but he wont

he is an ungrateful narcissist who wants to be the victim sooo bad, sorry a bunch of guys in the band were messing around with airsoft guns and you willingly played along, not just amongst them but on social media, as if these arent the same guys who tazed each other multiple times on camera just bc they thought it would be funny

dallon deliberately othered himself and is now quietly and surreptitiously trying to claim he was bullied without actually SAYING it. hes still getting FBR checks. notice how it isnt just panic that doesnt fuck w him anymore, its practically the entire label, including fob, people they literally toured with multiple times

just a coward. an absolute loser of a man. i thought god told you not to gossip. you fucking dick

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