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#i know there's kinds of law where you don't have to do confrontation but a lot of it is incredibly boring
kaesaaurelia · 5 months
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My mom's spent a bunch of time arguing with me about how I should be a lawyer and I keep telling her I fucking hate arguing and conflict and the fact that I'm arguing at all is being used against me. :\
Also she keeps insisting I could do it because I'm sooo smart. There's thousands of lawyers out there who are dumber than me, that isn't the issue, the issue is do I have the temperament and how much more can my mental health take.
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heartfeltcierra · 1 year
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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt.3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)
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AN- I've had so much fun making these! I hope you all enjoy
Masterlist
Characters- Fujitora, Koby, Smoker and Garp
(Find part one featuring Roger, Ace, Marco, Shanks and Doffy here)
(Find part two featuring Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)
Warnings/Content- Some angst in Smokers, Garp's part is NSFW ;)
More under the cut :)
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 Issho (Fujitora)
 💜-This man is such a gentle giant 🥹
 💜- Since Issho is blind you try to gift him things that he can feel
 💜- So when you decided to make him a bracelet, you made sure to use different shaped and different textured beads
 
“Y/N is that you?”
 “Maybe~” You sit beside the large man and gently grab his hand “I have a surprise for you!”
 “What’s this?” His fingers run over the soft threads of the bracelet you’ve placed on his wrist. “Did you make this?”
 “I sure did!” You beam. “The base of the bracelet is a deep purple, so that it matches your outfit!”  
 “I see, any special reason why you made it my darling?”
 “It’s just like the bracelet says.” Issho was confused at first but ran his fingers over the beads of the bracelet. His smile widens, feeling that the letters spell out I love you.
 “I hope you don’t mind.” His large hands come up to cradle your face as his fingers trace over your nose, eyes and finally your lips.  “Since I can’t see it, I want to feel the kind and beautiful smile of the woman I adore.” 
 (Issho can actually see the colorful hue of the bracelet thanks to the love and kindness you put into making it)
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Koby
🌸💕-  Koby was getting ready to go on his first overseas mission as a marine captain. Meaning he was going to be gone for a few months. 
🌸💕- You knew he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him, so you wanted to give him something that would remind him of you. Thus you made him a bracelet
🌸💕- When you gave it to him he turned into a absolute, blushing mess (He was internally giggling and kicking his feet)
🌸💕- As happy as he was to receive the bracelet, he felt bad knowing he didn’t have anything to give you
🌸💕- You assured him that it was okay, but seeing you walk away empty handed left a bad taste on his tongue
  “Wait Y/N!” You turn around on the dock to see your boyfriend running towards you at full speed. “Koby?” You raise your brow as he tries to catch his breath.
 “Please take this.” Koby’s pink hair falls against his forehead as he unties the bandanna wrapped around his head. “May I?” You smile and bring your hand up so he can wrap the colorful fabric around your wrist. “It’s not a bracelet, but you can at least wear it like one!” 
 “Captain, we got the go ahead from HQ!” 
 “Roger that.”
 “You better get going captain.” You reach up and give him a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Come back to me, okay?”
 “I promise I will.” Koby’s hand wraps around yours as he pulls you close to him. “Let me give you one more thing before I go….” Your eyes widen in shock, feeling his soft lips press against yours for the very first time.
 You both pull back with embarrassment flooding your faces hearing the whistles and “Get it captain!” comments coming from the ship above you. 
 “I have to go now, love.” With a cherry red face he pulls you in for one last hug. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
 “I’ll be waiting.” 
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 “Where did that come from?” Helmeppo confronted the blushing boy as soon as he stepped foot on the ship. “Did she cast some kind of love spell on that bracelet?”
 “I don't know honestly.” Koby looks at the bracelet with a dopey smile plastering his face. “I love her so much.” 
 “I know that you love sick fool..... also why do you look like you're about to pass out?”
 “Because I am.” With that his unsteady knees finally gave out, sending him straight to the deck.
 Despite the fact it took him two hours to fully recuperate, he was still proud of himself for finally finding the courage to properly kiss you. (No bewitched bracelet required)
(Koby learnt a very valuable lesson that day. Love is a hurricane!! )
 
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 Smoker 
💨- The second you gave him the bracelet he handed it back saying something like “I’m a grown man and I don’t wear silly little bracelets, go give it to Tashigi.” 
💨- Definitely not the reaction you were hoping for AT ALL
💨- You grab that bracelet and leave his office, but not before bitterly saying “It won’t mean anything to her….” 
 
Once Smoker finally got home it was already nearing midnight. He was making his way towards your shared bedroom when he noticed something colorful in the hallway trash can. He pulled it out and recognized it as the bracelet you tried to give him earlier.
 “Fuck me.” What you said before you left his office finally made sense to him. Why would you give Tashigi a bracelet that had his and your relationship anniversary date on it? “How could I not remember that it was today?”  Not only did he reject your gift, he also forgot today actually was your anniversary. Now he was feeling like an absolute asshole, but he’s dead set on making things right. 
 Smoker opens the door to your bedroom to find the comforter still in place. She’s not here. Then he checked the guest bedroom. Not there either.  He was about to freak out thinking you had left, but remembered he had one more place to check. 
  He felt a wave of relief wash over him finding you fast asleep on the living room couch. But that relief quickly turns into heartbreak, seeing the balled up tissues scattered around your curled up body. 
 “Y/N..” There was no gruffness in the way your name left his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He brushes the stray hairs out of your face and notices the puffy ring of red around each of your eyes. “My sweet girl.” He thinks back to earlier that day, how you were happy and smiling. But he selfishly stole that from you. “I don’t deserve you at all.”
 “Hell no you don’t.” You lift up from the couch and wack his hand away.
 “You're awake??” 
 “Yeah, I have been the whole time..” 
 “Listen Y/N, I don’t have an excuse for my actions and I won’t make one.” Smoker sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand in his.  “Just know I am sorry and I love you.” 
 “I thought you “wouldn’t wear a silly little bracelet” ?” You grab the bracelet on his hand with a quirked brow.
 “Well I didn’t know my silly little woman made it for me.” He replies with a smirk. “But even if you didn't, I should have accepted it.”
 “Yeah, but It’s in the past now.” You grab the blanket and place it back over your body. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Smokey.”
 “On the couch?”
 “Is that a problem?”
 “No, I guess not.” You were hoping he’d pick you up bridal style and whisk you away to bed, but the big oaf just walked away. He never learns. “I’ll sleep right here then.” Surprised to hear his voice again, you turn around and see him throwing pillows and blankets on the floor
 “I suppose you will.” You huff and close your eyes.
 “Y/N.” You hum in response “I think you dropped something on the floor.”
 “Dropped wha-.” 
 “I may have lost track of time and forgot today was our anniversary.” You lift up from the couch in complete shock seeing the ring Smoker held in his hand. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned for our anniversary.” You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N?” 
 “You jerk…” You hold your left hand up, letting him slide the ring over your finger. “Of course I will.” You jump down from the couch and tackle Smoker to the floor as you cry tears of joy.  “I'm still mad at you, but I’m also really happy.” You pull away and look to see Smoker also has tears of his own forming. 
 “Babygirl I’m happy too and all, but...” His voice strains as if he were in pain. “Your knee.”
 “What about my knee?” You look down and see he wasn’t crying for the reason you originally thought. “Oops.” During the process of jumping your now fiancée, your knee had unfortunately landed on his privates. “Honey I am so sorry!” 
 “It’s okay.” You could tell he was holding back a scream. “I deserved it anyway.” 
 “Drop the Mr. Tough guy act.” You roll your eyes. “Want me to go get a frozen bag of peas or something?”
"........"
"......."
 “Please.”
 (Smoker may have lost his ability to have kids, but it was worth seeing you fawn over your engagement ring.)
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 Garp (NSFW)
💥- Despite your relationship with Garp being a secret (For.... special reasons) he’s all the time sneaking you small trinkets or leaving you a stack of his rice crackers on your desk.
💥-He can't help himself, he just loves giving you things. (At one point he even tried to steal Sengoku's goat for you because you said it was cute💀)
💥- But you wanted to return the favor and what better way than with something handmade
  “Garp, can I come in sir.” You knock on his office door before reviving a gruff come in. “I have something for you.”
 “Is that my Y/N?" His rough tone softens seeing you standing at his door. “Don’t just stand there, come here.” He said while patting his lap.
 “Isn’t that a bad idea considering we’re both at work?” Your cheeks heat up at his nonchalant invite . “What if you know who sees me, he’d kill me for sure!”
 “Honestly, I hope that bastard walks in here one of these days.” Garp smirks before giving you a serious look. “And you know I wouldn’t let him harm a hair on your head, right?”
 “I know.”
"Good, so come here."
“I guess it won’t hurt, but only for a little while.” You sigh before crawling into the large mans lap.
 “Atta girl.” Garps arms wrap around your back, pulling you further into his embrace. “So what did you have for me?”
 “I can’t give it to you smother me to death!” You voice strains as you lightly smack his broad chest.
 “Oops, sorry.” He pulls away letting you get some much needed air. “You okay down there?” 
 “Yeah.” You nod your head as you grab the bracelet from your pocket. “Hand please.” Garp holds his hand out, letting you slip the bracelet over his large hand.
 “Well, would you look at that?” The older man studies the bracelet with a fond smile. “What a sweet girl, making an old man like me something so pretty.”
 “You're all the time doing things for me, so I wanted to show my appreciation and ” You reach up and give him a quick peck on the lips. “love~”
 “Your love huh?” You didn't even get the chance to reply before the man had you pinned down face first on his desk. “In that case why don’t you show me just how much you love me?”
 “Garp not here, we can’t!” It was to late, his hands had already ripped away both your uniform skirt and underwear.
 “Why, worried about your daddy seeing you?” Garp mocks while landing a hard smack on your ass. “If anything you should worry about him hearing you.”
(Garp absolutely loved the bracelet you gifted him. But even with that being said, he may like the "gift" you're giving him right now a little bit better. Or maybe a lot more, because in his eyes there isn't anything he loves more than getting to fuck Akainu's precious daughter.)
AN- To all my Y/N's who read Garp's part, click me for a surprise
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cozage · 1 year
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Thinking about what if Trafalgar Law had an s/o that is secretly rich. Like...
They don't flaunt it but they aren't exactly hiding it either. How would law react?
Would he be neutral? Would he be confused...? Like...? What?
Characters: GN! reader x Law
Cw: some fighting/arguments, cute fluff other than that :) 
Total word count: 700
Quite literally nothing goes unnoticed with Law, so I imagine he figures out you’ve got money pretty quickly. However, he’s not sure how much you have or how you’re getting it, and he won’t confront you until something big happens.
It starts out with little things. On port days you always come back with an extra special dessert or something fancy to share with the whole crew. Law can calculate how much it costs to buy something that nice for a crew of 20 people. He doesn’t think anything of it at first, but after the third time at port, he’s suspicious of your finances. But again, he’s not asking.
A crew mate mentions that they want something they see while they’re on an island but don’t have enough berries. Every now and then when you hear someone talk about something they really want, you’ll buy it for them and place it on their bed while they’re out. 
You never say anything about it or let them know it was you who bought it, but every time someone shows up to dinner showing off something they wanted, Law notices how your eyes are full of joy, while everyone else’s are full of amazement and shock. The crew thinks it’s their captain who’s giving the gifts, and he thoroughly denies it, but he never throws you under the bus.
And then the ship needs a repair. A BIG one. And you’re stuck at port until you can get it fixed. Law gets the estimate for repair at 100,000 berries. You can see he’s stressed about it, trying to figure out where to cut corners to afford such a big (but necessary) repair. His stress is bleeding into all other aspects of his life, including your relationship. 
So you walk into his office one day, and just set the money gently on the table, and walk away. He’s staring at the money, shocked that you could have so much on hand.
“Y/N-ya?” he calls to you before you exit the room. “Where on earth did you get this?”
“It’s better not to ask questions,” you smirk back at him and leave. You’d rather not tell him that you were rich, it’s not like it really mattered anyway. 
Later, when the two of you are alone in his room, he brings it back up again. “Seriously, though” he purrs to you, kissing the crook of your neck in between words. “Where are you getting all this money?”
You laugh and push him away gently, teasing him. “What, you think I’m a secret Marine spy or something?”
His eyebrow raised in suspicion, playing along with your joke. “Wouldn't be unheard of, you know.”
You kiss the tip of his nose, finally giving in. “It’s just some money I had from my past life, Captain. Nothing more to it.”
That’s enough of an answer for him. Law isn’t one to pry, and he trusts you completely.
He continues to let you do small gestures for your crewmates anonymously. Your secret is safe with him.
But he doesn’t let you pay for ship problems or other things he should have to deal with as a captain in the future. Sometimes it can spark arguments between the two of you. He’s so damn independent and prideful, and you just want to help ease his burdens when you can. You two usually find a compromise, but sometimes the argument can last a few days until one of you gives in to the other. 
Sometimes he caves first, sometimes you do. It not a super common occurrence, and after your alls spat about money is over, it’s completely forgotten. Law doesn’t want to take advantage of you, even though he knows you don’t see it like that. Because of that, you rarely buy things for him. He’s more of an “Acts of Service'' and “Quality Time” kind of guy anyway.
He likes to pamper you with gifts though. Little treats from a bakery, small pieces of jewelry you pass by and comment on. In the back of his mind, he knows you can afford it, but he still likes to show his love through little gifts anyway. And you like receiving the gifts too. They’re way more special coming from him.  
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spacelazarwolf · 7 months
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I truly think the people who downplay antisemitism and act like fighting it isn’t as important as fighting other injustices do not understand that zionists can easily point to words like theirs and say: “That. That right there is why Israel needs to exist and continue what it’s doing.”
Because if Jewish life means so little to them to make them care, maybe them hearing that they’re dumbasses sabotaging the causes they believe in will.
EXACTLY!! WHICH IS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!!!!!!!!
and i know gentiles hate it bc then they have to give a shit abt jews, but sometimes in order to achieve liberation you have to do something you don't like. it fucking boggles my mind how non palestinian gentiles can justify last weekend's massacre as "necessary for liberation" but they can't stomach simply sitting down with jewish organizations and saying "hey what can we do to get you on board with our movement? what can we do to ensure that you don't need israel?"
like i'm sorry but if you're going to be an activist, sometimes you have to do things that seem unfair, or that are extremely unpleasant. trust me, i have not enjoyed my conversations with political zionists. but i have left them with that person asking questions they weren't asking before, asking why we should have to be the ones constantly being tossed around the globe instead of the people in the countries we live in confronting their own bigotry and hatred of us.
another thing that bothers me is the people that frame this as just "jews r white supremacists that just want to colonize and kill palestinians for fun or bc they want their land!!!!!!" if you are going to be an effective tool for palestinian liberation, or liberation of any kind, it is imperative that you understand the motivation behind your "opposition." most parents of trans kids who don't want their kids to be trans or get treatment aren't doing it bc they fucking hate their kid and would rather they die. most of the time, they genuinely care about their kid and don't want them to be hurt by this perceived evil. are they right? fuck no. but screaming at them is going to make them firmer in their beliefs. what actually helps, and i say this as someone who has actively been a part of this work, is meeting them where they're at. you can't drag them over a fence, but if you can convince them to unlock their side of the gate, you have a much better chance of getting them to come through to the other side.
obviously this doesn't work with people like the transphobic politicians who are making these laws, and it won't work for bibi and his party. but if your target is diaspora jews who support zionism, it absolutely will work, because i have seen it work. if you approach them with patience and understanding and a willingness to address the concerns you have, you are a billion times more likely to be successful in getting them to join the fight. anything less than compassion is allowing yourself to become a tool of the israeli government and the institutions that support it.
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loonylooly · 9 months
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at this point i'm wondering what sarah is thinking when writing her love interests, like ok it's clear she finds them hot but like....are they good people
Rhys:
UTM lap dance shenanigans
throwing Feyre into danger constantly (Weaver, destroying cauldron, getting the book from Adriata, etc etc)
Still not doing jack shit about wing clippings in Illyria?? Emerie is right there, Rhysand, go enforce your damn laws
Insulting his wife's sister constantly
Almost killed his wife's sister cause she dared give her important medical information
Locked Lucien (MY BOY!!) in the house of wind
Locked Nesta in the house of wind
Didn't give Mor any warning that time he made her face her abusers and she cried i think (ngl i forgot most of it)
Ignoring Hewn City even tho...Kier is like the only bad guy we've seen from there?? Surely there's decent people in Hewn City, don't gotta make everyone suffer
Nesta windhaven kidnapping intervention so she stops spending Rhys' money (if it was really about her own sake, they would've put a stop to it much earlier)
Seemingly alienates everyone in Feyre's life that could and would stand up to Rhys for Feyre's sake. Lucien? Nah, shoo. Nesta? Nah, shoo. Weird thought but Tarquin? Yeah, makes her steal his book.
And last but DEFINITELY not least; demon baby wife death
HE COULD'VE TOLD FEYRE... OR ATLEAST NOT THREATENED TO KILL HER SISTER FOR TELLING HER WHEN HE HOULD'VE TOLD HER IN THE FIRST PLACE??
THERE'S PROBABLY MORE BUT MOVING ON
Cassian:
Barely ever stands up for Nesta in the IC
Aids in kidnapping Nesta to Windhaven so she stops spending whysand's money
Laughs at Nesta when she falls down the stairs
Aids in punishing Nesta for daring to tell Feyre important medical info
Constantly going agaisnt Nesta's wishes and trying to "save her" when she doesn't want him to
That one time Azriel asked Nesta if Cass had pushed her down the stairs...Like are we gonna ignore that?? Personally I'd have a quarter life crisis if my closest friend, who is like my sibling and has known me most of our lives, seriously entertained the idea that i would physically assault the girl I like
general aggressiveness all of ACOSF
aids in bulldozing Nesta's apartment
Rowan goddamn Whitehorn (Who I've yet to see people bashing him somehow,,, HoF rowan was like if ACOSF cassian had a horrific murder baby
Left his pregnant mate alone during a war cause he wanted to prove himself....like..idk man if i had the choice between war and taking care of my pregnant wife i'd pick the wife (did he know she was pregnant? i've kind of forgotten by now)
Rowan's kid would've been hundreds of years older than Aelin.....just think abt that
Literally everything he did to Aelin during training in HoF
Their argument where he PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE
Threatened to whip Aelin...I repeat....Threatened to whip Aelin, an ex-slave....
Told Aelin it'd be better if she died 10 years ago (unprovoked?? bitch you met her like 2 weeks ago just cause she's getting on your nerves doesn't mean you gotta wish DEATH upon her)
Literally was relieved to find out she was only 19 because if she was a few years older she could've been THE CHILD OF HIS BEST FRIEND.
No issue with marrying the cousin of his best friend's child....Imagine if he hadn't met Aelin first.. If he'd met Aedion first, Aelin would've always been the relative of his friend's son to him
FOR THE RECORD i hate all of the SJM age gaps but rowan and aelin's specifically irks me because Aelin LITERALLY CALLS HIM OLD throughout the WHOLE SERIES
Literally tells Aelin he doesn't care about what she's been through and that she is nothing to him after she confronts him for leaving her
Puts Luca in danger by sticking him on to a frozen lake with a monster inside where he'll DIE if Aelin can't save him
Funnily enough, some of the only seemingly decent person guys in SJM 1. Are completely forgotten about in the books or 2. SJM had to make them violently unlikeable
Like we've got:
Tarquin, seemed like a pretty good guy, rightfully pissed that the IC stole his family heirloom, shows up like twice in the books (LET HIM COME BACK SARAH I LOVE HIM)
Tamlin, was pretty decent in book 1, was made violently unlikeable in book 2 onwards
Chaol, very strong morals, generally a good person, loves his wife, made violently unlikeable and boring in late CoM, HoF, and QoS (ToD is one of my favorite books in the series, will praise ToD till the day I die, my boy EARNED his own book)
Aedion, seemed like a good person, strong morals, spent years trading his dignity for the sake of Terrasen, loved his cousin above all else, made violently unlikable in KoA (even tho I think he was justified in being angry about it, i'd be SO pissed)
Sartaq, good guy, strong morals, Nesryn's chapters were some of my favorites in ToD, Sartaq is one of my favorite SJM love interests, i'll never forgive author lady for forgetting about him in KoA (tho i guess she forgot about everyone from ToD? Yrene and Chaol are the only important ones, she barely even mentions Nesryn even though Nesryn's BEEN an integral part of the gang since QoS, giving her the Suki from ATLA treatment)
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probablybadrpgideas · 10 months
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Didn't know y'all did anything with DCC so I kinda wanna see what your opinion is on this campaign I'm in.
There's a guy we'll call him L, he and I were the only two players for the first two times we met up, and this week we finally got a third player. L has been very aggressively bullrushing every confrontation, completely ignoring everything in his path... And it got our entire party WIPED OUT (I was running 7 characters at once, him 4) session 1 and ushered in an age of chaos. Session 2 was building first levels, and he was constantly trying to dictate what I was going to build and play. The party wipe was devastating to me bc I had started to grow an attachment to one of my lawfuls, and unnecessary and L made no move to stop anything at any point. I assumed initially he was just frozen up on the spot.
Then session 3 happened (first one with the 1st levels we built) and I'm not so sure that's the case anymore. We were sent by the Chaos Gods to the realm of Law to steal the Yokeless egg and he was very much avoidant of any of the plot, including avoiding our DM in the storefront when they were supposed to be having their one on one for The Plot.
We get to the Ox defending the Yokeless Egg and he was running the ONLY lawful character, and he'd had some good meta this session for how he would react to things. This time he literally did nothing while me and the third player (both chaotic alignments) were attempting to figure shit out against the Ox to avoid combat. I went as far as to have my second character (neutral aligned) was elbowing his in the ribs and eventually even pushed L's character to the front to force him to interact with the Ox.
For nearly two whole minutes he sat in complete and utter silence as the Ox began to sniff out the chaos weapons we'd been issued, and didn't act again until combat began. It was PAINFUL bc our DM literally told us ahead of time that most monsters we'd face in the Law realm would kill us easily, so I'd tried to impart that we'd avoid conflict as much as possible.
My question for y'all is like, is this normal etiquette with players in a party? I had played 5e before this and have never experienced someone that acted like that, and if they acted similarly it was usually due to social dynamics or autistic stuff. I had given benefit of the doubt first session, but after this session I'm no longer believing he didn't act this way on purpose. Just wondering if you (or anyone else) has any takes on this situation, is this normal, how the FUCK do you play when someone in your party seems hellbent on combat and ONLY combat.
Also wondering if you have any advice for like, how to actually get this guy to stop Leroy Jenkinsing his way through each and every single dungeon. He has not stopped to examine anything even once and it was the reason our first party got wiped (we needed 500gp worth of items to toss to the Leviathan or a still-beating heart and he chose to start chopping at it instead).
I apologize for the length and density of this ask and appreciate any advice anyone has to give me. I'm at the point where if this party wipes out again I will be quitting.
(sidenote: I've been in this campaign and it's one of my favourites)
This players sounds like a dick. DCC is high-stakes and you need to be able to work as a party to survive, but it sounds like he basically got you killed due to main character syndrome and learned no lessons.
Advice-wise I'd have a talk and make sure he actually understands how TTRPGs and specifically DCC work, which will presumably either lead to "sorry, didn't realise this wasn't fun for everyone else, I'll do better", or deciding he shouldn't be in the group. I'd also have a chat with your GM before that, because there's every chance they enjoy it even if you don't (and it's very much not the recommended approach).
But yeah this is not the kind of gameplay DCC is designed for at all, and your characters are clearly suffering for it - Paper
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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 10 months
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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 85... You have been warned...! 👌
[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]
HOLY FREAKING SHIT!!😵 I AM SO GODDAMN SPEECHLESS RIGHT NOW...!!! 😱
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(Endo, how do keep doing this to me...!?)
This chapter was absolutely NUTS, so talk about it shall we...? 👍
Okay, so... When I first opened up this chapter, my dumb ass thought that this was Twilight being woken up by Fiona...: 😅
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Obviously it was Yuri, but I still got a little worried that Endo was gonna skip Fiona and Wheeler's confrontation...! 😤
Anyway, it turns out that the female SSS officer that we saw at beginning of this arc is the one that wakes up Yuri, and her name is Chole...!! (Which honestly makes me laugh because Scarface and Agent Mustache have been in the series for a way longer time than Chole has, AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW THEIR NAMES!! 😵 Endo, you nut... 😌)
Then, after Scarface tells Yuri to get some medical treatment and for Chole to help him to get there, Yuri starts to wonder to himself about Twilight, and...:
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...HE HASN'T FULLY FIGURED IT OUT YET! 😅 Which tells me that Yuri loves doesn't suspect his brother-in-law and would probably have to see that Loid is injured the same way as Twilight before he jumps to that conclusion...!! 😖
Moving on, we cut back to where Wheeler, Nightfall and Twilight are, and things couldn't be more intense...!!
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Wheeler has Twilight hostage and threatens to kill him like he did for that other agent back in Mission 84, but unlike last time...
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...Nightfall does in fact, drop her weapon... And because of that, Wheeler figures that she must care for Twilight, so tells her THIS:
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Nightfall then rushes towards Wheeler, and before he could properly react...
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NIGHTFALL KNOCKS WHEELER DOWN!! 😵
(Breaking her arm in the process...!! 😰)
And y'know what, I'm starting to get the impression that Endo might have a thing for women that can kick his ass...!! 😏 (Just like Twilight...!) 😎👍
Sorry, I got a little off topic there...! 😅 What was I saying before, oh right...! *Ahem...!*
NIGHTFALL IS FREAKING TERRIFYING...!! 😱
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And after she absolutely destoryed her arm (and Wheeler's face), she tells Wheeler that he's weak because...:
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Nightfall proceeds to KICK THINE ASS of Wheeler, breaking her other arm and one of her legs in the process...!! 😱 This causes Wheeler to think that all he needs to do is get his distance from her, but before he could, Nightfall uses one of her broken arms to do THIS to Wheeler...:
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Thus ending the chapter... AND WHAT ANOTHER AMAZING CHAPTER THIS WAS!! 😍 This whole arc ain't even over yet and it has already become...
MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ARC IN ALL OF SPY X FAMILY!! 😆
And at this point, I honestly don't care how good or bad the ending of this arc is gonna be because THIS ARC HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT ABSOLUTE HYPE THROUGHOUT!! 😁
Speaking of the end, could we be reaching the end of this arc in the next chapter or so?And if we are, what's gonna happen next? 🤔I don't think that Yuri will be hospitalized, especially after seeing how he was doing in the beginning of this chapter...! But, I still most definitely believe that Twilight will be in the hospital, and I hope that Yor finds out about it...! 💔
Anyway, that's all I gotta say about Mission 85, and like always, I can't wait for the next chapter!! 😆 So until next Mission... Take care, be safe out there, and be kind to one another...!! 💗 SEE Y'ALL LATER!! 👋😊
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moony-2001 · 6 months
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Lore Olympus ep. 254 critique
Well I can officially say that Persephone is the most selfish person in the comic
What in the Disney ripoff
So obviously it’s too late and Zeus is poisoned and ✨wow, how convenient✨ Apollo is suddenly there with Leto (who btw we haven’t seen in almost 100 episodes). I don't really want to focus on his confrontation with Eros and Psyche, because let's be real, it wasn't much of a confrontation. No, instead I want to focus on this:
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My first thought when I saw the whole blackmail scene coupled with this was "What in the Lion King is this bullshit." Seriously. This is almost verbatim to what Scar says to Simba (except Scar as a villain is actually intimidating and Apollo, well...).
But here's the thing. This is how stupid Apollo is as a villain. Hebe has the least to gain from Zeus' poisoning and death. Look at the list of children that could stand to benefit from Zeus' demise:
An angry War god who was banished to the mortal realm for years by Zeus for pissing him off. Additionally, Zeus slept with his then-romantic partner and was implied to sleep with her often
The estranged daughter who literally thrives on chaos and is basically the goddess of "it's getting a little too chummy around here" who has beef with not only Zeus, but also Hera
A newly revealed son who has a tendency to heavily push boundaries and can't take no for an answer. This son additionally has been making moves to gain power politically
Compare this to Hebe, who we have only seen being kind to Zeus. No where in the comic is she seen harboring any kind of resentment towards him. Even when she criticizes him, it is gentle and she doesn’t push any further when he lays down the law.
Not only that but the whole prophecy- the usurp of power prophecy that Uranus got about Kronos, and Kronos got about his children, and so on- only applies to the sons of the tyrant in question. That was established in the myths, both in the Theogony and the Metamorphosis via a prophecy that usually came from Gaia. So that immediately takes Eris off the suspect list by virtue of the fact that she is a goddess. But even then, Hebe still shouldn't be a suspect.
How is Rachel expecting people to fall for this? Even her audience in some respect is calling out Apollo for being "back on his bullshit". Yet I can almost guarantee that everyone is going to fall for it because the only 2 gods who actually know are trapped in jail, Cassandra is probably going to disappear from the narrative for a while, and the rest of the general cast of characters only shares 2 brain cells between the lot of them. I can't wait to see this drag out over the course of, like, 15 episodes.
The most selfish thing
I just… wow. I have no words. Except yes I do or otherwise I wouldn’t be making this post. So we transition to the second half of the chapter where Persephone talks about her nonexistent connection with the snow and how maybe, just maybe, this is all her. Just like her act of wrath and what she did to Minthe, she has no one to blame but herself. And then she straight up goes “nah”.
I will be the first to admit, the way Rachel wrote Demeter during Persephone's homecoming/proposal was horrific. Demeter behaved horribly to Persephone. Now, I more blame Rachel for poor writing because if you have to make side characters look worse so your protagonists can look better, you suck at writing. BUT that does not excuse Demeter's initial actions and behavior toward Persephone.
However, in this situation, Demeter is not putting Persephone down for what she’s done. Obviously, Demeter is distressed, but she basically says “You tried, but now it’s time for the adults to handle it” and Hades agrees. He fucking agrees.
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Demeter is far more capable and mature than Persephone due to being around for thousands of years. Demeter has had experience, she’s worked hard at maintaining everything, and she has even had hardships and failures. But because of this, she is a very very powerful goddess. Thus it makes the most sense for Demeter to step in to handle this situation. It is what's best for everyone, most of all for the mortal realm, which has been immediately affected.
But because Persephone has been told over and over that she’s hot shit, she's special (and has been treated as such), her ego can’t take the blow. She can’t take the L. She makes everything worse because she can’t stand the idea that she’s not special and that she's not this big bad goddess who has control over her abilities.
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To me, this is so selfish. Persephone acknowledges that everything is dead. She acknowledges that she is the cause of this destruction. Yet she knowingly makes it worse because her ego can not handle the fact that she isn’t miss fucking perfect. This is the epitome of a child’s temper tantrum- like how when Nemo swims out to sea to touch the boat after Marlin tells him he can't do it. Because that’s what Persephone is. A child. In this case, it does not matter that she’s the age of an adult mortal woman. She is a god. She hasn’t even been around for 100 years. She still doesn’t have a handle on her powers. Persephone is being immature and selfish by stomping her feet and going “No, I can do it." Because of that, she makes everything so much worse.
Hades naturally makes this worse by enabling her. Although I genuinely can’t say I’m surprised since Hades has a history (especially post-marriage) of enabling Persephone’s bad behavior (like rewarding Persephone with sex after destroying the apartment of Leuce and threatening to kill her). When asked rightfully by Demeter if he’s going to do anything to try and talk her off the wall since Persephone has a history of not listening to anything Demeter has to say, Hades basically goes “Nah, my hands are tied, nothing I can do”, Despite the fact that he saw the destruction she caused and ACKNOWLEDGED IT WAS TIME FOR THE ACTUAL ADULTS TO STEP IN. This could’ve been a great moment for someone who wasn’t portrayed as a force against H&P (like the main love interest/husband) to hold her accountable. To say “That’s enough”. But nooooooo. No one, not even her own husband, is allowed to get in Persephone’s way.
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Thus, Persephone continues to cause mass destruction and death until she passes out (this is important to note) and Demeter rightfully loses her damn shit.
Final thoughts
This is, I think, the worst chapter of Lore Olympus. Genuinely. As I stated in my last post, I had no idea where Rachel was going to take the whole “Persephone causes winter” idea and that there was no way she could make it more feminist than the original hymn. And boy was I right. Because I guess nothing is more feminist to Rachel than an ego-fueled power trip that results in the death of life in the mortal realm and also probably a good portion of the mortals who probably aren’t built to handle this kind of weather (by Persephone’s own admission that the mortal realm doesn’t get cold).
I'd also like to end on this note: if you're going to be a writer or artist or comic writer, don't treat your audience like they're fucking stupid.
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Remember that little note I made about how it's important to remember that Persephone passes out? Yeah, well, that's because Persephone is actually unconscious and not dead. In literature and media today, people often use some version of the phrase "you've killed [x]" as a way to say not that whatever [x] is, is actually dead, but that it died in a metaphorical sense. You see a great example of this in the season finale of Arcane with Jinx. Powder doesn't actually die; Jinx is still very much alive. But Jinx metaphorically obliterated Powder to make room for the new her. The new Jinx, unburdened by her old self.
And that's what Demeter is saying. Hell, Hades even said that Persephone wasn't dead after presumably checking her vitals. Anyone who read the chapter would recognize this. But I guess Rachel thinks her audience doesn't have more than a 4th-grade level of reading comprehension because why else would she put in this, frankly demeaning, message at the end.
Oh boy. Welp. See y'all in my next post.
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AITA for leaving my mother-in-law's funeral early?
Some background: my (29 NB) wife, A (32 F) is trans. Her mother was sort of supportive towards the end, and her father F (70s, M) uses the right name but wrong pronouns. We've been working on him for about ten years with the pronouns and he still constantly misgenders her, but claims to support her.
Now A's aunt and uncle, J and J, are some of the most unpleasant people I've ever met. They were the ones in charge of arranging the funeral.
Leading up to the funeral, we had basically no information about what was happening. Day of, we show up, and J (the aunt) immediately deadnames A. A corrects her and asks where we're supposed to sit. J takes us to a back room where my father-in-law and sister-in-law are waiting.
We talk amicably for a bit before the preacher and J (the uncle) walk in. The preacher gives his condolences to the family, and goes through the program. When he gets to A's part, he deadnames her. We do a double-take, because we do not know this man at all and there is no way he should know A's deadname.
J and J had printed her deadname in the program.
A is understandably upset, and points the issue out to everyone. J (the uncle) quietly leaves the room. F says it was a mistake. I calmly but firmly tell F that it has been five years since A changed her name, and J and J's oldest child has been correcting them constantly (often getting a response of "you know who I mean/it doesn't matter/I don't care"). I tell F that this was intentional.
F gets angry and raises his voice. I'm already crying because I don't handle confrontation well, but like. I gotta. F swears up and down that he and J and J love and support A, and "can't you ignore this for mom?"
We say no, and leave. Before the funeral even starts. My side of the family leaves in solidarity and to be there for me and A.
We haven't talked to F (or J and J) since.
I feel somewhat guilty that we didn't stay, and that we haven't talked to F since his wife's funeral, but it's been five years since A came out, and it feels like F has only given lip service about supporting A without putting in the legwork. If he had just said "oh that is wrong, I'm so sorry" or offered any kind of sympathy or entertained the idea that this wasn't a mistake, instead of immediately defending J and J, we would have stayed.
But he didn't, and we left.
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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captainslayahoe · 11 days
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UNPOPULAR OPINION:
There are too many r@pe fics in the 'Call Of Duty' and horror movie communities.
This is a long ass rant BTW so thank you so much if you actually stay to listen to me complain.
I'm a huge fan of masked men, gore, horror movies, and Call Of Duty. They're all very fun things, even if seen as boyish or grim to the average Joes and Janes of society.
HOWEVER, there is a huge issue in both communities. Glorifying sexual assault. Groping, grooming, full blown rape. It's ridiculous. Both communities have a myriad of writers who write about nothing but manipulation and straight up noncon.
And you know what makes this worse? From experience, I've seen that there are FAR more rape fics in the Call Of Duty community than in the horror movie community.
Can you believe that shit?
THERE IS MORE SA FANFICTION ABOUT OFFICERS OF THE LAW AND MILITARY MEN, GOOD MEN WHO ARE CANONLY CHILL AND LOVING, PEOPLE WHO'S JOBS ARE LITERALLY TO SERVE AND PROTECT, MEN WHO HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG AND HAVE ONLY DONE THERE JOBS IN CANON, THAN SA FICS ABOUT MEN WHO ARE LITERAL SERIAL KILLERS, MEN WHO HAVE BEEN SEEN IN MOVIES AND SHOWS MERCILESSLY GUTTING INNOCENT PEOPLE AND NOT FEELING ANY KIND OF SHAME, MEN WHO WOULD KILL YOU IF THEY WERE REAL.
What does that say about society? That there's more SA fanfiction about law enforcement than criminals and demons?
Does that make sense to you?
Horror movie fans, although unhinged, treat their kins and fav characters like they're just misunderstood and can be helped and even with the disgusting amount of SA fics, they still treat the characters like chill guys who are mentally ill and can't be trusted with knives.
But Call Of Duty? Nope. It's surprisingly fucking easy to find a fic about Simon Riley being overly dominant, possessive, and pretty fucking predatory, when in Canon, he's just... He's just him. Simon is not a rapist. He is a good man trying to do his goddamn job. Why would he want to "use and abuse" anyone? Do yall not know his lore? His dad literally used to abuse him. HE FORCED HIM TO KISS A FUCKING SNAKE AND SCARED HIM WITH ANIMALS, FOR CHRISTS SAKE.
He would want his s/o to have a better life than what he went through. And don't even get me started on Soap. All yall serious? He himself implied he wasn't very violent in an interrogation scene that I vaguely remember like this:
Hostage: you gonna cut my hand off?
Soap: not my style, but he might. *he says pointing at Ghost*
(Im mid writing this and I am really realizing I am defending fictional men against rape allegations lord what is going on, I wanna be Phoenix Wright so bad)
And you know what REAAALLY pisses me off? The way they try to DEFEND THAT SHIT. MAKES ME SICK.
"Oh, well Michael Myers wouldn't care about consent because he doesn't care about people's lives" you sound dumb. It's giving "if it'll kill, it'll rape" like bro what? This is like that saying "if it can bleed, it can breed" in reverse and I hate both equally. And then these motherfuckers will be like
"ITS CALLED BDSM, YOU'RE JUST VANILLA" Bitch, are you slow?
The bdsm community is all about consent. Ever heard of a safe word? It's called role-playing, and they (almost) always have boundaries. By calling your illegal fantasies BDSM is bashing them and they DO NOT claim your crazy ass.
I'm not gonna name any creators, because at the end of the day, it's not like me dropping their accounts will get them banned or investigated, but I actually saw a post where someone CONFRONTED the writer's nasty ass Call Of Duty fics, and their legit response was like:
"Okay? And? I write dark romance. I add warnings. Everything isn't all puppies and kittens."
You are genuinely ignorant if you think basic consent is puppies and kittens. Rape is not dark romance.
As for the BDSM community, They get enough hate as it is, and 50 shades of Grey has already ruined them as it is, stop bringing them into your bullshit. You like being choked by masked men? Cool. You like rough housing and aggression? Sure. That's cool. I completely agree with that. But PUH-LEEEASE, bitch, stop calling grotesque shit like this "BDSM" and "Dark Romance".
I'm not vanilla, I'm a decent human being. You need to start realizing the problem is you. I can't stop you from writing it, but call it what it is and stop being a pussy.
You know what you write and you know what your read.
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Chapter 5 - Discussion and consolation
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warning: nsfw, law colourful relationship, vaginal sex, oral sex, swearing, confrontation with kid
Eriss POV
I wake up feeling hot, in seconds I realize it's because Kid is leaning against me. His leg is over mine and his arm is over my belly. His skin is so smooth, I get lost in looking at his defined chest and I can't stop myself from running my fingers over the muscles and some prominent veins. I start to feel a warmth growing inside me, I feel safe and comfortable.
I sigh and without realizing it I let the sentence out - if this idiot didn't just treat me as a woman for missions, maybe he would even be willing to delve deeper into our story. - I look at him as he opens his eyes and sends out a small scream
- hmm, are you awake?
-Eish, don't scream, my head hurts. What am I doing in your room? - he rubs his eyes, looking so cute and nothing seems like the cruel person he appears to be.
Good thing, it looks like he didn't hear it. - you showed up in my room drunk and I decided to let you sleep here, you're too heavy to move.
-And you are too kind and naughty. Or do you think I don't remember yesterday's conversation? - he grabs me before I can get away.
He gets even closer to me and runs his finger across my lips. I feel his leg between mine, rubbing against my thighs.
-Stop with the jokes, you're just my captain and I'm just your subordinate. I hate that you tease me and make me feel small! - I look away and without realizing it, tears begin to fall.
I manage to free myself from him and run to the bathroom, locking myself and starting to cry and feel like I'm falling apart.
Kid POV
I feel her escaping from my arms and running and I punch the mattress. You just do crap, now how are you going to get out of this situation? Just yesterday you declared yourself and today you realize that you can be reciprocated but over the years you have always made her feel excluded and pushed her into the friendzone. I hear her crying and it makes me feel like the worst person in the world, is this what people call feelings?
I get up, try to open the door, but it's locked.
Eriss, open the door, I just want to talk. - I lean against the door and sit down - Sorry, I really am an idiot.
I don't know what to say or where to start, I want to calm her, I want to hug her, I want her to know that I don't see her just as a companion. Fate had already taken her away from me twice, I can't let that happen again.
-YEAH! I AM NOT A CONSOLATION PRIZE OR JUST FOR FUN. - I hear the door open suddenly and I fall to the floor. - get up and I want you to listen well to what I'm going to tell you.
I had never seen that fierce look in her eyes. Her face was red from crying, but her sexy body in just a t-shirt transformed into an image of power. She didn't have any Devil Fruits, but she definitely had the power to change her posture and emanate overwhelming energy.
-I don't know what game you're planning, but either you stop with the clueless provocations now or I swear I'll leave the gang! Since you saved me, I've learned to deal with your personality and I've always taken your comments as a joke. - she clenches her fists and holds back crying - but from the moment you start interfering in my life and making me feel like an object when I've already saved your skin countless times from situations, it's too much!
-Eriss, your starting to bleed. -with her strength and anger she didn't even notice, I try to catch her but with a simple push I am pushed against the wall with a crash.
-CAPTAIN SINCE WHEN ARE YOU SPOILED AND A TYRANT WHO THINKS I'M JUST A PROPERTY?!
Those words were like a knife, I want to react, I can't. Was that what she thought of me? I became a monster in her eyes just because I worried and loved teasing her to see that restless expression but a body receptive to comments.
She picks up yesterday's clothes that were on the desk and leaves the room.
Minutes must have passed before Killer entered the room
- Kid, what happened? Eriss became a hurricane and tried to pick a fight with everyone she met on the way. What the fuck did you do this time? - he laughed.
-I think I just got an ultimatum, she's ready to leave the gang. - I cringe if I put my head on my knees.
This time it's Killer who lifts me up and punches me - put all this shit together and fix it! Since when have you been the person to sit in corners and feel depressed? - he drops me to the floor - you're Eutass "Captain" Kid!
-You touch me again and I'll send you overboard, Killer! 
I smile while still on the floor. He just nods and laughs softly. I'm going to look for her on the ship, but I expected her to have left and ventured into the forest with no idea where she was going.
Eriss POV
I couldn't bear to look at that stupid face for another second, how could he treat me like an object and constantly ignore my feelings. I was so angry that I didn't even see who I pushed out of my way until I was far away from Victoria Punk.
I was walking through the village, completely lost in thoughts and in the perhaps a little too explosive reaction I had, when I felt an arm pulling me towards a more hidden street.
-Two days in a row, I must be feeling lucky - he kisses me on the forehead - what's that look little girl?
Invaded by the whirlwind of emotions and the vulnerable state I found myself in, I hug him and whisper - take me away, I can't deal with reality and I don't want to be alone.
Law uses the room and moves us to the small hotel, where he was staying for a few days until he finishes his field study of new medicinal herbs. The room was small but cosy, the bed took up most of the space and in front of it was the desk.
-Eriss-ya, you can relax, you're not in danger. 
I come out of my trance and I hadn't even noticed that since we arrived I had my hands on my belt as if I were protecting myself. He lies down on the bed and gestures to join me.
-Sorry, I hadn't noticed, I'm completely lost in my thoughts. 
I take off my belt and put it on the desk, and I go and lie down next to him, resting my head on his chest.
-Do you want to tell me what happened? - shrinks me over him saying no. He nods and we stay in silence just enjoying each other's company.
He ends up falling asleep, but restlessness doesn't let me rest. I start to run my fingers over his body, his tattoos highlight his defined body, his breathing is soft, his black hair almost falls past his eyes, his mouth is small but has full lips.
Out of the impulse to see him so serene and attractive, I can't resist and give him a soft kiss. Soon I'm stopped from running away, our lips continue to touch, my tongue comes out in search of his and they dance with each other until our bodies ask for air. I sit on top of him, kissing his neck as I gently dig my nails into his chest. I start to feel it grow and pulse beneath me. I send him a look of hunger and start to move down his body, unzip his pants and feel his member in my hands.
He lets out a sigh and says my name, grabbing my hair.No words were needed, I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I needed. Carnal pleasure, which we have been exploring together over the last year.
The warmth of his member with the wetness of my mouth makes him contract and pull me closer to him. I start with circular movements on my head, until I muffle everything, quickly and with the help of my hands. I look at his expression of delight, run my free hand across his chest and go back on top of him, kissing him. He grabs my hips, rubbing himself against me and smiles when he feels how wet I already am.
He takes off my t-shirt and feels my breasts, making me let out a long moan. He rolls me over and gets on top and bites my neck and belly. He pulls the skirt up and with his teeth begins to pull down the panties, running his fingers very close to my intimate area and squeezing my thighs.
-Since when did you get so creative Law? 
I laugh and he kisses me again, while he inserts his fingers into my place, so wet and throbbing with desire.
He increases the pace, making me contract and bite his lip for not letting me breathe between kisses.
-You shouldn't have done that little girl. - he lifts me up and gives my bottom a very heavy spank and takes me to the desk, forcing me to bend over. - I want you to beg for me!
Lodging himself in me, he runs his hands over my body, between kisses, bites and spanks, making my body burn and crave for his member inside me. The fingers return to my already dripping part, moving and making me even more restless for him.
-Put an end to this, I'm dying of lust 
I turn around, but he holds me up by his hands and puts me against the wall. Stuck, he continues to play with his fingers down there
- ah, Law, I will...Not yet, come here - he hugs me around the waist and takes me back to the bed. 
Our eyes meet, I'm lost in that blue glowing with excitement, in that naughty smile that makes me anxious to feel it. I grab his buttocks and in a game he wasn't expecting, I pull him against me, feeling him pulsate. In revenge, he leans over me, drastically bites my neck and puts himself inside me.
I let out a loud moan, hug him inside me and he starts to speed up. With each thrust, it goes deeper, one of my hands runs over his sweaty and hard chest, while the other feels my own breast. He goes hard and deep, I can't contain myself and in a few minutes I feel my body vibrating and warming up, I start to squeeze it and I'm about to let out a moan, he covers my mouth and goes even faster leaving me breathless and rest. Still vibrating, but feeling my legs getting weak, I feel it increasing and pulsing inside me, a mix of liquids and lust.
He drops down next to me and I stroke his hair, giving him a thank you kiss. I place myself on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his arms wrap around me, but one of his hands keeps playing with his nipple.
Law POV
I'm glad I stayed on the island, yesterday's match-head's attitudes made me suspect he was going to end up taking it out on Eriss. She was strong, but her feminine side was still hurt and I didn't want to see her get hurt again. I navigated her for pleasure itself, how the sparkles fill with color, how her body moves sensually. It makes me want to stay there in those moments. Over time I learned to recognize what she really liked and how bold she could become.
-Eriss-ya, do you remember when we met and asked me to teach you what I knew about medicine? -she looks at me with a mischievous smile and places my hand on her breast.
-If I remember correctly, it also turned out to be anatomy. Someone knew how to be quite subtle when talking about what it was like to have pleasure.
-It's my work, and someone was a very attentive and explorative student. - I sit on the bed, and she leans closer to me. - you learned very quickly and well! It's impossible to resist you.
I take a break, she relaxes and starts playing with my tattoos.
How do I make her understand so she can recognize and value herself? And that all that repressed pain can be released and used to assert yourself and fight for your goals? I feel my heart getting small, my voice wants to fail but it needed to hear the reality.
-We accept fate, but you continued to grow and become so strong and powerful, except in your own eyes - I pull her and hug her.
-Eriss-ya you have to start putting yourself first and accept who you really are. You deserve to be happy! Over this time I saw you grow, but also lose your essence. Our moments are special to me, but I can't ignore the emptiness with which you appear and disappear.-Law, where are you going with this conversation?-What is the limit to respecting a person, if you have started to not respect yourself? If you got lost along the way? If you end up crying where you should belong? I don't want to be harsh, princess, but I can't stand seeing you like this.
She tries to free herself from my arms, but I stop her. She hugs you and starts digging her nails into your arms.
-I don't know what happened. Something has changed, you feel it but you continue to ignore it. We are pirates, we don't have a typical life. We are both analysts, but there are things that can get out of control. And right now the only thing I wish I could control is to rest easy and know that you are safe and well.
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bitchesgate3 · 10 days
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Like, back in EA where the characters were presented as harder concepts, I would describe to people that video games are a safe space to explore interacting with people you never would irl. Get your catharsis or play out a power-fantasy of changing them.
I spent hours on end exploring Lae'zel's story as presented in EA (which was only Act 1) and could see how the writing showed her from going from superiority complex to an open-mindedness that (at the time prior to WoTC softening of gith lore) was an exception to Githyanki xenophobia.
She went from being disgusted seeing you once more after the nautiloid but needing your help when in the goblin trap - to warming up to your presence and direction to the point of admitting several times that she values your loyalty. Her story involved warming up to outsiders that she had been taught were beneath her.
With all this softness in the launch version, I don't think people understand how crucial it is that Lae'zel was rejected and left to die by her own people at every turn. Despite doing everything right.
You get to the Gith Patrol - she found her way back. She demands aid because gith are not weak. (Play that scene as a Githyanki and you learn how you're expected to talk and act so you aren't killed.)
But after all that, she is left alone. Abandoned by a Kith'rak whose title she covets. Abandoned by kin despite her showing up with the right demeanor and elegance (for Githyanki standards).
And she is abandoned.
But she is left with these outsiders who agree to help her get to the creche.
This gave me chills back in EA.
Because, additionally, you could hate Lae'zel's guts and abandon her because she looks down on you and people like you. She doesn't deserve your kindness. And you know what happens?
She dies.
You leave her stuck in that cage, she eventually breaks out, and upon reaching the Gith Patrol, she has to fight that fight alone. In old dnd lore, it was a crime to lie to a kith'rak. And even obeying that rule gets her killed.
Any time Lae'zel refused help, especially from "istik", she put herself in situations where she had to fight enormous battles alone and fight against odds that were stacked against her. She's courageous to face these odds and wild enough to win a few of them. But eventually even the mighty Lae'zel will be felled if alone.
And if you hated her, you could also make her to pay for her bigotry - and she would have gotten natural consequences due to it. That you could relish in if you so desired.
But also, seeing her have to stare rejection in the face - confront Githyanki creed that told her over and over that even if she found herself in circumstances she did not create, she would still face punishment, but then traveling with outsiders who consistently trusted her and took a chance on her - it's a pretty powerful narrative.
Even the first Fever Dream, Tadpole night. She believes everyone is going to turn that night into mindflayers, and its up to you to get her to think of possibilities outside the indoctrination she had lived her life believing was ultimate law. You could have simply seen the scene as "a violent githyanki being violent" and ended her quickly. But you took the chance.
It was such a good narrative and I may go back and replay how I played EA with Lae to show what it looked like.
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The Simpsons' friends remembered the couple as being so much fun, frequently hosting parties, including annual Easter dinners and Fourth of July bashes where everyone's kids swam and ate and had a blast. They remained very close to Nicole's parents and they and her sisters were usually at all the family-friendly parties, too.
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"The truth is, no one really knew her during her marriage," a friend who said she had known Nicole since their early 20s told the LA Times after she was killed. "She was never free to be herself or have friends. She wasn't available for that kind of intimacy." Nicole was also prone to abruptly canceling plans or not showing up when both she and O.J. were expected somewhere, the friend added, recalling that O.J. would regularly claim that his wife was in bed with menstrual cramps.
"She was the type of person who would not say to me what her problems were," added Maria Bauer, who told the Times she often heard the couple loudly fighting in Simpson's home office. "She wouldn't talk."
In 1988, Nicole turned up driving a new Ferrari, which she would say was O.J.'s version of an "I'm sorry."
The word on O.J. and Nicole's marriage and the almost seven years that they lived together beforehand was that it was explosive, that they looked blissfully happy at times but would also have intense fights. Seemingly everyone they knew socially was well aware of the volatility. Only in hindsight, after Nicole was killed, did it click into place.
Friends of Nicole would say that she fought back with words when she could. "He'd cheat. She'd find out. She'd get angry. She'd confront him," one told the Times. "She's a strong girl and she'd confront him. And they would fight."
Mark Fuhrman, the LAPD detective who played a pivotal role in O.J.'s defense strategy at the murder trial, wrote in a 1989 memo (during an internal look at how many times Nicole had called the cops on O.J.) that he responded to a call at the Rockingham house in the fall/winter of 1985. He arrived to find a woman crying and a Mercedes-Benz with the windshield smashed in; she told Fuhrman that Simpson had smashed it with a bat.
Denise Brown testified that, while out to dinner one night with her sister and brother-in-law in 1987, "O.J. grabbed Nicole's crotch and said, 'This is where babies come from and this belongs to me.' And Nicole just sort of wrote it off as if it was nothing, like - you know, like she was used to that kind of treatment and he was like - I thought it was really humiliating, if you ask me."
Also on the stand, Denise recalled telling O.J. sometime in the mid-80's that he was taking Nicole for granted, after which he flew into a rage.
"He ran upstairs, got clothes, started flying down the stairs and grabbed Nicole, told her to get out of his house, wanted us all out of his house, picked her up, threw her against the wall, picked her up, threw her out of the house," Denise said tearfully. "She ended up on her - she ended up falling. She ended up on her elbows and on her butt...we were all sitting there screaming and crying, and then he grabbed me and threw me out of the house."
Nicole would go home to her parents occasionally after such blowups, but O.J. would always call and emotionally apologize, and she would go back.
Nicole confided in friend Kris Jenner that O.J. was cheating and that he would get physically rough during fights, but that "she never came out and said, 'I'm being abused by O.J.' I wished I would have asked her for specifics. But I didn't want to cross a line if she didn't want to talk about something, which would become one of my biggest regrets. All she told me was, 'I want to leave him and I do not know how. I don't know if I can stay. He's really hard to live with.'"
A close-up photo of her bruised face was found after her death in a safety-deposit box.
"She said she wanted to show me some things and talk about what was in her safe," Kris said. "And so now unfortunately it all makes sense that that's probably what she wanted to reveal to me that next day, which broke my heart because I will always feel horrible that I didn't pay enough attention."
"I only attended junior college for a very short time, because [Simpson] wanted me to be available to travel with him whenever his career required him to go to a new location, even if it was for a short period of time," Nicole would later state in an affidavit petitioning for spousal and child support during their 1992 divorce proceedings. "I have no other college education, and I hold no degrees...I am not currently employed and spend my time caring for my two young children."
When Nicole filed for divorce, O.J. was by then dating model Paula Barbieri. O.J. and Nicole settled their divorce in 1992 with O.J. agreeing to pay Nicole a lump sum of $433,750, plus $10,000 a month in child support. Nicole also retained the deed on a rental property in San Francisco. All told, Nicole relished being a full-time mom. She even reconnected with her friends.
"She became Nicole Brown, her own person," Cora Fischman, a friend and neighbor from Rockingham, told the LA Times. "She started all over again."
A call, played in court less than two years later, was 13 1/2 minutes long. Simpson could be heard vaguely in the background, but at one point came through clearly, when Nicole told him the kids were sleeping. He said, "You didn't give a s*** about the kids when you were sucking his d**k in the living room. They were here. Didn't care about the kids then."
Nicole told the dispatcher her ex was referring to something that happened "a long time ago." (Simpson had seen her through the front window having a sexual encounter with a boyfriend in 1992).
A couple who were her next-door neighbors on Gretna Green also testified that they would sometimes see O.J. standing outside her house, looking at it from the sidewalk.
On the morning of June 13, 1994, the children, Sydney and Justin, who were then 8 and 5, were ushered out of the house through a back door by police with no idea what had happened. Sydney called the house phone from the police station, leaving a message asking her mom why she and Justin were there. "Mommy, please call me back. I want to know what happened last night...Please answer, Mommy!"
Nicole's funeral would be two days later.
Meanwhile, O.J. bombed a lie detector test.
During the his murder trial, Italian shoemaker Bruno Magli got some free publicity when a bloody print at the murder scene was matched to a size-12 Bruno Magli Lorenzo boot.
O.J. denied owning a pair and said later in a deposition for the civil trial that he'd never wear "those ugly ass shoes," but photos were dug up much later showing him wearing the brand on two separate occasions.
For the murder trial, defense attorney Carl Douglas told Dateline that his team switched up some of the decor in O.J.'s Rockingham Avenue home before the jury toured it to make it seem as if the tarnished football hero, who famously stated, "I'm not black, I'm O.J." was more in touch with his cultural roots than he really was. Out went a half-naked picture of girlfriend Paula Barbieri, and in came African art.
While Marcia Clark, a part of the L.A. County District Attorney's Office's special trials unit since 1989, was trying to prosecute O.J. for murder, she was also constantly put on the defensive. Her style was criticized, so she got a new hairdo and was criticized for that. Her ex-husband sued her for primary custody of their two sons during the trial, alleging she was working too much to properly take care of them. The National Enquirer published old topless photos of her taken on a vacation with her then-husband. Even a potential juror, a woman, when asked if there was anything she might hold against the prosecution, told Clark, "I think your skirts are too short, how about that?"
She was dismissed. But not before Judge Ito cracked, "I was wondering when someone was going to mention that."
But the families of the victims she was trying to get justice for had the utmost confidence in her heading into the trial.
"She seems always to be concerned with our family, how we're doing, and at the same time there's never a doubt in my mind she's working 25 hours a day, 10 days a week, on this case," Fred Goldman, Ron's father, told the New York Times. "On a scale from 1 to 100, she easily gets 110."
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mytheoristavenue · 1 year
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OP Trafalgar Law x Reader x Usopp - Envy Pt. 2
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Summary: Usopp attempts to get you to change your mind about your date with Law while you get ready.
Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, angst
"What the hell?! Chopper told me Law asked you out?!" Usopp shouted, barging into the women's dorm and grabbing you by the shoulders, startling you as you sat at the shared vanity, applying blush to the apples of your cheeks. "Hold on, what are you doing?"
"Getting ready." you giggled, setting the brush down and looking at him in the mirror.
His face paled and he pushed away form you a bit. "Don't tell me your actually considering this," he warned. "(Y/N), you're smarter than this."
Your heart dropped a bit, realizing that your best friend wouldn't be in support of you doing this. "Usopp, you know I've liked him for a while, I thought you'd be happy for me?"
"I am happy for you!" he argued, raising his voice a bit as you stood up and turned to confront him. "I just don't think he's earned our trust! Have you forgotten that he's Luffy's rival?!"
"Everyone is Luffy's rival." You retorted with furrowing brows. "Usopp, we're not well liked in this world and our allies should be held in high regard. That includes Law and his crew." His mind raced to come up with more excuses as to why this was a bad idea, other than because it hurt his feelings; ultimately he came up short, simply letting his mouth hang open, waiting for words to form themselves. "I don't know what kind of chip you have on your shoulder about him, but I'm going and you can't stop me."
You huffed, pushing past him to your closet in order to pick out an outfit. "He's dangerous," he finally muttered. "I don't want you to get hurt." Contrary to his intentions, you were already hurt by his words and lack of confidence in you.
"Usopp...if anyone is going out hurt me it'll be you. You're my best friend and I want your support but I'm not going to let you stand in the way of something that could make me happy." Silence fell between you as you retrieved a knee length evening dress in the shade of Castleton green, before laying it out on your bunk.
"Well, where is he taking you that you need to wear something like that/ he nitpicked. "Obviously he doesn't know anything about you, because you hate fancy restaurants."
"We're not going to a fancy restaurant," you clarified, kicking out of your shoes to begin to change. A blush crept across his cheeks as he huffed, crossing is arms and turning his back on you for privacy. "He's taking me aboard the Polar Tang."
"Dinner at home, huh? Cheap ass."
"Usopp!" you finally yelled, fists clenched and sparkling dress hanging off you, as you hadn't zipped it yet. "That's enough, I've had it with your negativity!"
He stood there befuddled, letting you berate him, all the while struggling to hoist your arm low enough behind your back to catch the zipper. "I'm sorry, here," he sighed, prompting you to show your back to him so he could help you. "I'm just worried about you. Law has a reputation for being cruel to those who cross him and I don't know what I'd do if he hurt you."
Your angry features soften with his confession and the sensation of his fingers lightly grazing your spine as he lifted the zipper pull. "He's also a doctor," you reminded. "He's not supposed to hurt people under the Hippocratic oath."
"You're right..." he admitted as you turned back to him, beaming. He smiled down at you sadly, taking in your appearance. It wasn't often he cot to see you get dolled up and he wanted to remember as many details as possible. "You should wear those pearl earrings, they'd compliment your eyeshadow." You nodded, accepting that he was at least trying to be supportive, and scooped the pair the Nami had given you for your last birthday, before putting them on.
"You look beautiful," he muttered, bringing his hand up to truck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Law's a lucky guy."
"I'm a lucky girl to have a friend like you." you grinned, suddenly throwing your arms around his torso, nuzzling his chest. Hesitantly, his hands rose to your back to hug you back as he swallowed a hard lump of nerves while guilt crawled up his back.
"Heh, yeah...lucky."
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transfenris-truther · 2 years
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Okay, so everyone talks about how it's out of character for Anders to approve when Hawke essentially sells Fenris back to Danarius. But I don't think we talk enough about how every companion is out of character in that scene.
Isabela and Varric react with disgust (Varric's expressed via sarcasm), as if Hawke is being very rude and not LITERALLY SELLING THEIR CLOSE FRIEND. Considering a part of Isabela’s backstory is nearly dying to free a group of slaves, and Fenris could literally be her boyfriend at this stage in the game, it's astonishing to me that you don't lose her as a companion altogether over this.
Aveline just says "unbelievable" as if Hawke isn't breaking a major law in her full view. She says more critical things about Hawke's mercenary work than she does him literally selling a person. Even if you're not a fan of Aveline, this is demonstrably the type of thing she'd throw hands over.
Anders, as previously discussed in a thousand other posts would not react like this. Even if you're an Anders hater, you have to acknowledge that this is a situation where Justice would become involved. This has been discussed to death, but as much conflict as he and Fenris have, this is a level of betrayal and underhandedness that's not demonstrated anywhere else.
Merrill and Sebastian react somewhat like you'd expect. Merrill is extremely distressed and upset, she literally shouts "No!" But tbh, knowing her character and the way that she has been entirely comfortable going against the grain in the past, it's remarkable she doesn't actually step in. Perhaps if you play a REALLY aggressive Hawke who bullies Merrill, I could understand this being the extent of her reaction. But with any other characterization, her objection is so much less than what you'd expect of her.
Same for Sebastian. He says "We can't abandon our friend in his hour of need," and then proceeds to do literally nothing while a close friend of his is betrayed and sold. Sebastian is NOT the kind of guy who would just stand there and watch while this happens in front of him. He and Fenris are close, and unless you're romancing him, he has very little reason to stay with the Kirkwall Crew if Fenris is gone and the group doesn't represent his values.
I think Bioware wanted to have this option in the game for whatever reason, but they didn't realize they had written characters for whom this was a major deal breaker. They wrote scenes with the same moral gravitas as the ones from Origins, but they refused to give you scenes of confrontation with those you'd hurt, or give companions a trigger to leave your party if your choices were too abhorrent to them.
The scene sucks. It's not that Anders is written out of character (which he is). It's that everyone but Fenris and Hawke HAVE to act out of character in order to maintain the game's balance and keep characters in your party when they should be leaving it. As a result, you get a scene where you can sell Bela's boyfriend and Sebastian's best friend into slavery and they still come to your parties and never say anything about it again.
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archoniluthradanar · 9 months
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After the Confrontation Part Two : Aro's confession to the Guard
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After the Confrontation Part Two : Aro's confession to the Guard
This one-shot details how Aro feels about leaving the Cullens on the Field of Snow less than a week later. He, Marcus, and Caius all feel the Guard are entitled to know why the Cullens and their witnesses were left to go home unscathed.
Be sure to read "After the Confrontation" first. This is a mini sequel to that fic.
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Once everyone had returned to Italy and their castle home in Volterra, Felix and Demetri had changed from their battle dress, donning more leisurely clothing. They sat in the training room, neither wanting to say anything about the confrontation with the Olympic coven. They were soon joined by Jane and Alec who sat apart from the other two guards. They glanced at each other, but none of the four guards favoured most by Aro spoke.
Finally, Felix broke the silence. "Jane, what do you think of Master Aro's decision?
Jane looked at Felix, unused to being confronted by anyone, her gift terrifying to any vampire. Felix had already felt her power when he had once questioned her orders while they were in Seattle, America.
Before answering the tall guard, Jane looked over at Alec, her hand resting on his. Alec had always been there for her, supporting and praising her. He nodded at her, his fingers curling around his sister's.
Jane gazed at Felix, raising her chin in the air. "We could have easily defeated the Cullens and their witnesses."
"So you think Master Aro made the wrong decision?" Demetri wasn't sure how he felt, but if the battle had been stopped before it had started, there had to be a good reason. Alice Cullen had approached Aro and let him read her. A few minutes later, he had released her hand, his expression strange. What had he seen, Demetri wondered.
"I just wish Aro would tell us something," Felix murmured. "Anything."
One by one, the lower guards had joined their superiors, standing around the room, alone and silent, or in small groups whispering together.
"Maybe Master Aro knew we could defeat the Cullens, but didn't want to destroy his old friend," Afton suggested.
Chelsea reached over and smacked her mate. "Surely, my love, you don't feel Aro would let the law be flouted merely for friendship! Immortal children are too great a risk to our kind."
"What about the spoken rule, we give no second chances," Santiago remarked.
Heidi huffed. "What has the confrontation with the Cullens have to do with that? Master Aro believed them guilty of a crime. When he found out there was no crime, he still expected them to explain the child and any threat she might be. When he found there would be no threat, he let them all go. Master Aro is a man of justice, as the rest of the Volturi should be viewed."
Many of the vampires murmured their agreement with Heidi.
Just then, Caius entered the room, able to hear the guards even from a distance. He knew they were unhappy running out on a fight. Hadn't he been also?
"Aro wishes for everyone to gather in the audience hall in thirty minutes." The blonde vampire felt the guards staring at his back as he left the training room. Aro had ordered him to say nothing more to them.
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The guards entered the more modern, larger audience hall that was reserved for such meetings and special affairs. They stood in relation to the circular wall, all facing the dais where the three masters now sat. Aro greeted the guards.
"Welcome, everyone. I have asked you all here to explain my actions on the Field of Snow. I have heard your vocalizations, but I will leave your thoughts to yourselves. I know many of you feel it displayed cowardice to leave the Cullens unpunished, but..." Aro stood from his chair, and stepped down the stairs while holding out his hands. "...had any of them committed a crime?"
Some of the guards were visibly happy to hear they would be left alone. They had feared Master Aro would want to read each one of them, their thoughts being less than complimentary.
"The reason I did not continue any attack on the Cullens is because Alice Cullen showed me a vision of our future if we continued on that path. In that vision, I saw our coven nearly destroyed. Only a handful remained. And I saw not only the final deaths of Masters Marcus and Caius, but myself."
The guards looked shocked at Aro's words. How could this be, they defeated instead of the other way around?
Aro walked up to Jane and Alec. "My dear, you and Alec are like my own children. I not only sired you, but I have watched you both grow in power." He touched her smooth cheek. "Seeing you die in Alice's vision...I could not let that happen for the sake of my pride." He turned to the group of his fellow coven members, his voice raised for effect. "I could not let that happen to any of you."
"Master Aro, how do you know it was not some sort of trick devised by the Cullens. How do you know the vision was real?" Santiago was unaware that in Alice's vision, his final death came from the actions of one of the shapeshifters. Aro had seen that as if he had been there.
Aro replied to his guard's query. If only he had the ability to show them all the horror he had seen. "Santiago, before I myself had been dispatched in the vision, I saw Alec, Demetri, and Jane destroyed in their own fashion. Caius, Marcus and so many others of you killed by the Cullens, their witnesses, and their guard dogs. Not to say you all didn't get your fair share of their side, but does the desire alone to defeat an enemy outweigh the survival of our coven? Caius, you still wanted to fight, feeling insult in the presense of the shape shifters. I could not tell you then how unimportant that had become compared to your impending destruction. We don't always agree, brother, but we serve the Volturi together, and that makes you as important to the coven as myself." He took several steps across the floor, his hands clasped together. "I trust Alice's gift enough to want her to join us. Why would I doubt the veracity of her vision."
Aro remembered the scenes so clearly. It had felt absolutely real, even up to the moment of his own approaching death by fire. When he had been pulled from the vision, he realized it had been only that, but Aro was shaken all the same. He had looked at the Cullens and his own people, still very much alive. But the feeling he had at losing everything remained with him.
"Regardless of what you may think of me, there is no way I will be able to share with you what I saw. It was either accepting your final deaths, or allowing the Cullens to leave in peace, ourselves surviving to return home."
The guards began to murmur among themselves. Perhaps they had judged Master Aro too harshly. It was believe him, or see the ancient vampire as a coward. None of them truly believed that. Aro had led the Volturi for thousands of years. Were they not the creators and enforcers of vampire law? Were they not the strongest coven, and the most feared?
Jane walked over to Aro, and after waiting a half minute, impulsively hugged him. When she pulled away, she looked up at her sire. The two spoke to one another without one word between them, such was their relationship.
Aro reached to brush her chin with his fingers, giving her a light kiss on her lips. He looked around the large room, knowing his people believed him and no longer thought ill of him.
To prove that point, Felix took a few steps toward his leader. "Master Aro, we of the guard respect your decision, now that we know there was a reason we left the Cullens and their witnesses alive. There is no purpose in fighting if you end up losing everything you have."
Aro nodded at his executioner. "Thank you, my friends. You may go now." Aro turned back toward the dais and returned to his chair.
Aro, Marcus, and Caius remained in the audience hall, waiting for the guards to leave. Some looked back at Aro with a new appreciation for the vampire who led them with such resolute determination. They now knew he would do nothing to put any of them at risk as each was integral to the strength of the coven.
When the hall was empty of all except the three Volturi masters, Aro stood and faced his brothers. "I believe they all understood," he said, his expression one of equanimity. His coven was intact. The leadership was secure. Aro was worried about Marcus, however, his one wish now exposed. Marcus had wanted to experience final death. To keep Marcus with the coven, Aro had to sacrifice his beloved sister, Didyme. This action had literally changed Marcus and dulled his desire to live. Aro decided he would have many, many years to make it right for his true brother. Somehow.
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