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calisources · 5 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all sentences have been taken from the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes book and some from the movie trailers. might include spoilers for the movie and book. change pronouns and locations and names as you see fit.

“Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.”

“Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does.”

“Well, as they said, it's not over until the mockingjay sings.”

“People aren’t so bad, really, It’s what the world does to them.”

“That is the thing with giving your heart. You never wait for someone to ask. You hold it out and hope they want it.”

“Snow lands on top.”

“I think there’s a natural goodness built into human beings. You know when you’ve stepped across the line into evil, and it’s your life’s challenge to try and stay on the right side of that line.”

“Before need, before love, came trust.”

“And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.”

“What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?”

“The strain of being a full-fledged adult every day had grown tiresome.”

“You can blame it on the circumstances, the environment, but you made the choices you made, no one else.”

“Wars are won by heads not hearts.”

“There is a point to everything or nothing at all, depending on your worldview.”

“You're mine and I'm yours. It's written in the stars.”

“But better off sad than dead.”

“What young brains lack in experience they sometimes make up for in idealism. Nothing seems impossible to them.”

“I think it’s more important than love. I mean, I love all kinds of things I don’t trust.”

“I’m planning to build a whole new beautiful life here. One where, in my own small way, I can make the world a better place.”

“If the war’s impossible to end, then we have to control it indefinitely. Just as we do now.”

“What was there to aspire to once wealth, fame, and power had been eliminated? Was the goal of survival further survival and nothing more?”

“They were both after all, still children whose lives were dictated by powers above them.”

“Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate.”

“I’m bad news, all right.”

“The ability to control things. Yes, that was what he’d loved best of all.”

“What happened in the arena? That’s humanity undressed. The tributes. And you, too.”

How quickly civilization disappears. All your fine manners, education, family background, everything you pride yourself on, stripped away in the blink of an eye, revealing everything you actually are.”

“A boy with a club who beats another boy to death. That’s mankind in its natural state”

“Please, Coriolanus, I would never forget the favor.”

“Who are human beings? Because who we are determines the type of governing we need.”

“What sort of agreement is necessary if we’re to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?”

“It’s just the kind of story that catches fire.”

“And last but least, District Twelve girl . . . she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.”

“Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains.”

“If history teaches you anything, it’s how to make the unwilling comply.”

“You know what I won’t miss? People. Except for a handful. They’re mostly awful, if you think about it.”

“And to erase me, they must erase the Games.”

“Why did these people think that all they needed to start a rebellion was anger?”

“And if even the most innocent among us turn into killers in the Hunger Games, what does that say? That our essential nature is violent.”

“It's the things we love most, that destroy us.”

“We all did things we’re not proud of.”

“What are the Hunger Games for?”

"If you want to protect people, then it's essential to accept what human beings are and what it takes to control them."

“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear."

“If the cause wasn’t honorable, how could it be an honor to participate in it?”

“He’s a Capitol boy and clearly I got the cake with the cream, ’cause nobody else’s mentor even bothered to show up to welcome them.”

“To dine with her suggests that you consider her your equal. But she isn’t.”

“The endless dance with hunger had defined his life.”

"In nature, things that are prey, that are weak, are marked"

"The world is not kind to those who don't fit in"

"We all wear masquerades in this Capitol"

, "There's a price for everything, Lucy. Sometimes you pay it willingly, sometimes it's taken from you,"

"Freedom is not given, it is taken"

“I’m not convinced that we are all as inherently violent as you say, but it takes very little to bring the beast to the surface, at least under the cover of darkness.”

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sleepydcpeach · 6 months

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just unfair (1) | barry allen⚡

A//N - I didn't think I'd have so much to write about this so this will be a series. My first piece, I have written on Tumblr before but not much. Kinda getting back into the swing of things

warnings are posted for all chapters to come so this chapter is only a few small warnings, mostly angst

“Let me guess, you didn’t wait for orders again and got yourself hurt.” The man in the red suit flashed you a half-hearted smile as he clutched at his side. It seemed to always be the same story with Barry. Finding some way to end up on your table with stitches, bandages, burn cream, whatever it was he seemed to be a target quite often.

“This is going to hurt a bit, I need to dress your ribs.” You explained as he leaned back, his suit torn and his skin ripped.

“Actually, this time, it was something more along the lines of a tree got in my way and trying to go around it and not through it was a lot harder to do than I thought.” You winced at the thought of the impact that would’ve occurred. You began to dab at the wound with warm saline and a towel.

Listening to him go on and on like always, his ramblings were something you had grown accustomed to over the months of knowing Barry.

“Next time you should watch out and listen to me, you’re no help if you’re dead.” Bruce had walked in and made himself known by critisising his squad member.

“How else was I supposed to get her attention.” He grinned at you before screwing his eyes shut in pain at the motion of you cleaning his wound. You shook your head in disapproval but couldn’t hide the smirk that creeped across your lips.

“Get your head on right, before someone gets hurt.” Bruce turned and stormed out, you wanted to say something but bit your lips in an attempt to keep your opinion to yourself.

“Just say it.” Barry broke the awkward silence as he recognised the same expression you always had on your face.

“Say what?” You shrugged as you began placing the dressing on his wound, being very gentle and careful not to press on it.

“You can’t hide it doll, I can see it on your face every time I’m in here with you. You think I’m being reckless.” He said it all actually, it just didn’t feel like it was your place to say that to him.

“When you say it like that you make me sound like I’m the bad guy. I just think, maybe you should be more considerate about how you do things. I can’t help but wonder when the day you come back half dead will be. Or if you even come back at all.” Your heart began to pound against your ribs, anxiety running high as word vomit came out.

“Tell me how you really feel doll.” He teased as he sat up, adjusting himself so slightly in that skin-tight suit. You mentally flogged yourself for taking notice of something dirty in this moment.

“I’m sorry, I just care about you all and don’t want to see anyone get badly hurt. There’s only so much I can do.” You began cleaning your bench, placing his dirty, bloody rags in the bin and steralising your workspace.

Barry always saw the envy you had in your eyes for everyone, their powers and abilities to save the world. He could always tell how badly you wanted to be able to do what they do, but he was thankful you didn’t. The idea of you having powers and at potential risk to lose your life saving someone, he hated to even think it but he was selfish enough to be glad you didn’t. You were just the Justice League nurse.

“So aftercare doc, should I be taking anything? Avoiding anything?”

“Like you even listen to me anyways. No working out, no running at supersonic speed, and make sure you’re careful getting that dressing wet and cleaning it. I’d recommend baths instead of showers to avoid too much exposure to oxygen.”

“Only if you join me.” The pink tint on your cheeks was your weakness, you could never hide your embarrassment, your thoughts. Barry walked out, being very careful not to strain himself too much as he made his way to his room.

You allowed yourself to take a minute and catch your breath, your thighs beginning to gather sweat and arousal as they rubbed together in slight desperation. The thought of Barry taking a hot bath with you, bodies pressed against one another. You needed to stop yourself from letting your imagination take it further.

“Hey doc, how was he?” Canary was always hanging around you, she was the only one who made you feel better on your bad days, besides Barry. She also knew right away when you started to fall for him, constantly finding ways to put you two together. Christmas parties, New Years, she even got you guys to be each others New Years kiss one year but it was nothing crazy.

“Same old flirt, I gotta stop letting him do it. It just eggs me on to like him more.” You double washed your hands after removing your gloves, feeling squeaky clean again and finally back to a clean sterile area.

“You need to do something to show him you’re interested as well. Like the same idea I’ve been suggesting for months now.” You rolled your eyes at her idea, it was too risky, too much on the line for you. It was enough to ruin everything between you and Barry and you weren’t sure what that would mean for your job either.

“I’m just saying, some lingerie, some dirty music, handcuffs—” You bolted towards the door, slamming it shut in attempt to stop any conversation reaching anyone’s ears. Canary wasn’t exactly the quietest person when it came to these conversations.

“Everyone knows about it, he isn’t this way with the others. You’ve seen it yourself, he has a thing for you.”

“I don’t want it to just be a thing Canary! I need to know there’s more there than just want, need and lust. Otherwise what is the point?” You didn’t like raising your voice but it couldn’t be helped sometimes.

The intercom beeped and Bruce’s voice was heard overhead.

“Dinner is ready.” You and Canary left without another word to each other, but your eyes said it all.

Dinner flew by quickly, everyone conversing about their recent victory in battle, sharing their personal hits and wins was something you always enjoyed listening too. It made you feel like you were there as well with them. You had requested to come with them in field to take care of them if they ever got injured but Bruce and Superman didn’t like that idea.

Everyone was at the table eating but Barry hadn’t come down yet, you almost felt like he was avoiding you. But you chose to bury that feeling deep down.

“Hey doc, why don’t you take Barry’s dinner to him. He’s probably caught up watching something.” Hal smirked at you, everyone seemed to be away of your feelings for him and took advantage of embarrassing you when they could. Canary threw her breadroll at Hal to shut him up. You paid no attention and grabbed the plate of almost cold food now, walking down the corridor to his room and knocking lightly.

The door opened before you finish knocking, Barry standing before you with dripping wet hair. His sweats hung loosely around his waist, a small blonde trail of hair from his navel sneaking under the band of his sweats. It wasn’t the first time you had caught him like this, but he seemed to enjoy torturing you with it. You audibly gulped at the sight, a fresh bandage wrapped around his torso.

“Well took you long enough.” He smirked, allowing you to step into his room and watching you place his food down on his nightstand. You avoided any eye contact with him, worried he’d see right through you.

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s important you rest and fuel your body in order to get better. You won’t be going back into the field until you’ve recovered to my standard. When I give you clearance then you can return.” You watched his brows furrow as his door slammed shut.

“I think in this case I don’t think you have that authority to decide that dollface.” You cringed but melted at his pet name he loved to call you. It was better than everyone calling you doc. You weren’t really a doctor, you were technically a nurse but you had become their full time medic after Bruce found you on the streets years ago.

It was a tough time but you managed to fight through it all and get to a great place in life where you weren’t anxious or fearing about where your next meal would come from, where you would sleep for the night.

“Actually I spoke with Bruce and he agreed with me. So if you have an issue then you can take it up with him. You’re not wriggling out of this one Flash.” You rarely used his hero name, it only happened when having a professional conversation with him and it seemed appropriate to do so.

You didn’t notice the way he had slinked closer to you in the moments of discussion, the way your back had met the wall without a thought as he cornered you. His frame was much larger than the average guy you’d know, muscles and veins covered his body from head to toe, it only made you think about what was hidden behind those pants.

You needed to get your mind out of the gutter, but the way he was closing in on you made both your heartbeats throb in sync.

“I’ll make you a deal doll, you sleep in my bed with me for a week while I recover and I won’t even touch my suit.” You almost jumped up and down with glee screaming yes over and over again but you didn’t want to seem eager nor were you sure he was being serious. It was always hard to tell with Barry.

“A week? You won’t be back on your feet for at least 3 weeks.”

“3 weeks it is then. What do you say doll? Deal?” He leaned against the wall, one arm holding him up on his good side as he flashed you the toothiest grin he possibly could. Eyes slightly darkening as they searched for your answer in your eyes.

“Okay but we need some ground rules first.” You weren’t sure what he was trying to do or if you did know and just didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself.

“Number one, you have to be naked.”

“What!?” You covered your mouth at your own outburst, worried someone might overhear.

“Thems the rules dollface, I sleep naked all the time. Think of it as winter training, your body regulates more heat from being naked.” You rolled your eyes, of course he was mansplaining health advice to the nurse. You moved around him, careful not to bump him and taking a seat on his bed. It felt weird, you were rarely ever in his room. Not for this long anyways unless he had run off with something of yours to stir you up.

“Rules, clothes are always to remain on. Two, pillow wall is not to be crossed.”

“Pillow wall?” He raised a brow, arms crossing his chest and his arms bulging, you wanted to wrap your legs around him and have him fuck you against the wall until you forgot your own name.

“Yes a pillow wall. I don’t like people in my space. Three, lights out at ten. Ten-thirty at the latest. I am on a very strict routine. Any questions?” You pointed your finger at him in a demanding manner, hoping your serious face wouldn’t faulter.

“How clothed is clothed?” You threw a pillow at him in frustration before storming out of his room, hearing his laugh boom down the hallway after you.

‘Week One’

As promised you held up your end of the deal with Barry, agreeing to sleep in his bed with him for the next 21 days when he was deemed fit. You weren’t sure why you agreed to it, well that wasn’t true. You agreed because this was the first time you felt you had a chance to find out how he really felt about you besdies the harmless flirting and random compliments.

You made your welcome known, bringing in your own pillows even though he argued his pillows were better. You just knew he didn’t like the pink crowding his room.

“Hey this is what you agreed to.” Was all you argued when he continued to complain about his room now being 80% pink. You had made yourself at home, and you knew he already regretted it. After spending most of your day moving everything into his room and bathroom you finally got to relax. Laying down on the soft mattress that soothed your sore back, you almost forgot he was laying right next to you.

“So should we talk bathroom schedule? Because this bathroom doesn’t lock, so if you’re taking too long in there and I need to be, you’re gonna be in for a treat.” You tried not to shade pink at the thought of his cock being pulled out right in front of you. Even if it wasn’t for the reason you wanted.

“I’ll try not to hog the bathroom, but please knock at least to give me time to either run out or cover my eyes. I don’t need to be scarred by your micropenis.” You giggled as you watched his jaw drop.

“I’ll have you know that I’m very well endowed. Don’t make me whip it out just for you doll.” You so badly wanted him to pull it out, you tried to think of something else to change the subject.

“So your wound will need to be redressed every two days after this week and then after the next week we’ll see how it goes without a dressing and go from there. It needs a bit of exposure to help it heal. It shouldn’t be too bad though.” You wanted to move on and just let yourself settle for a bit, still feeling on edge about laying in the same bed as Barry.

“Sounds good doll, you feel like watching a movie? Nothing girly, but I’ll let you pick. And I’ll fix us some snacks—ugh.” You were quick to stop Barry from getting up, grabbing hold of his bicep and stomach to hold him and slowly pull him back down to the comfort of his pillows.

“Okay big guy, you definitely need to be taking it easy. I’ll fix us some snacks, and get you something for the pain as well. Wait here and pick something, but it has to be a romcom at least.” His gleeful smile turned into a pouty face at your request for a movie. You made your way to the kitchen, looking through drawers and cupboards to see what was available to eat. Something carb loaded and full of sugar or salt.

“Day one, boy are you guys gonna be annoying to live with for the next few weeks.” You didn’t notice Hal standing there with Martian and Kendra eyeing you down as you happily waddled into the kitchen.

“Annoying how?”

“Like I wanna hear you two fucking all the time. My room is right next to his, the last thing I need to hear is ‘keep thrusting your micropenis in me’ all night.” You knew Hal was just trying to get everyone to laugh at him and pick on you. It made you a little stung actually that he was poking fun at Barry, that was your right only.

“Actually I think you’d hear something a bit more along the lines of ‘oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes right there Barry! Fuck! Fuck me harder Barry, fuck me just like that please! I’m cumming! I’m cumming—”

“Whose coming?” You jumped at Barry’s voice from behind you, yelping as you slammed your back against the fridge.

“What are you doing up? You need to be resting.” You growled as you got up in his space, pointing your finger at him in a demanding manner.

“Well it wasn’t fair that the person you were pretending to fuck wasn’t in the room. So thought I’d come join and see what I’m in for.” You grabbed the band of his pants, pulling him out of the room and back to his own bed.

“I loved hearing you scream my name by the way, that’s something I’d only ever dreamed of.” You wanted to slap him, you had never been so humiliated before. Your eyes actually began burning from losing sensation and tears beginning to brim. You let go of Barry, standing with your back facing him and slightly hunched over. It went quiet, really quiet. He stopped talking when he noticed you weren’t moving or reacting anymore.

“Dollface I didn’t—I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I thought we were kidding around. I wouldn’t actually expect anything from you just cause we are sharing a bed.” The silence was louder than anything you’d heard. You felt him touch your shoulder, he had never seen you cry before. Not directly, instead of allowing him to apologuse and comfort you, you chose to lock yourself in your office.

Barry knew he could’ve stopped you from doing so, his ability to outrun you his advantage. But he didn’t want to hurt you more than he already had.

You had been hidden in your office for majority of the day, Barry had tried knocking and getting you to come out but when he got no response chose to leave you alone. Everyone tried, Canary, Martian, even Bruce when he got back from his mission. When they realised they weren’t going to get you out of there they decided to wait it out.

“She’s been in there all day, no food. Nothing. I don’t know what to do.”

“Have you thought maybe using that thick head of yours to-I don’t know-apologise sincerely? Maybe pour your heart out a little so she can see you’re vulnerable.”

“Vulnerable?” Kendra rolled her eyes, feeling like she was talking to a brick wall she gestured for him to leave and go try you again.

You had been reorganising your drawers and cabinets, something that just made you feel a bit better when things were tough. Barry knocked on your door once again, waiting for a minute to hopefully hear your voice or at least the lock click.

“Doll…please let me in. I really just want you to know, I care about you. I appreciate you and I never meant to make you feel humiliated or bad about what I said. It wasn’t right. I love you like you’re my own blood you know?” His own blood. He felt about you the way he would a sister, or a mother. Not a potential lover, a potential girlfriend or wife even. It hurt, it really did but you didn’t want to keep punishing him.

You clicked the door, opening it and he practically threw himself onto you. Arms so big and snug, it made you feel safe and warm. His nose pressed against your neck, inhaling your scent and releasing a sigh of relief. You couldn’t not forgive him, but you were hesistant about sharing a bed with him now that nothing would ever come of it.

But maybe this was your chance to change his mind about you. So it would seem that Canary’s idea might just work after all.

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tavyliasin · 3 months

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BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 4

Just a shorter one today as I've been a smudge busy, but here's day 4! Shortfic below the cut~ ----- -----

Day 4 - The rest of the companions heard Tav/Durge going at it

“Tchk, do they not know the whole woods can hear them?” Lae’zel winced at the latest echo of a moan from the trees, trying to focus on sharpening her blade without slicing through her own finger in the process.

Gale tried in vain to stare harder at his book, as if reading the words loud enough in his head might drown them out. “Don’t look at me, I’m all out of paper to scribe out Zone of Silence for them. You’d think they might make the effort to learn one bloody spell so we can get a night’s sleep-”

“Was that a tree breaking? Gods I hope they’re not bringing the place down around them.” Wyll looked as concerned as he was flustered, sorting through the supplies in his pack like it was the most interesting task in the world. “What I’d do for a house with some thick walls right now.”

“I think it’s cute.” Karlach grinned, her heart glowing slightly. “At least someone is getting some action around here.”

“If they don’t stop getting action I shall be asking Lady Shar to wipe these memories from my head too.” Shadowheart groaned, standing to walk back to her tent. “I’m going to at least try to get some sleep, I suggest you all do the same. You know they’re all elves, right?”

“Ah of course, Halsin, Astarion, our fearless leader,” Gale’s words were punctuated by a distinctly loud cry from the aforementioned leader that anyone else might’ve mistaken for distress. “They’ll get just as much rest from their trance as we could be getting if it wasn’t too loud to sleep.” He directed his grumble to the treeline, as if the foliage might pass on his displeasure at the disturbance.

“Do you think they’d notice if I-”

“Karlach, sit back down, you are not going out there to spy on them.” Wyll put a hand on her elbow, pulling her back down to sit beside him.

“I wasn’t going to ask if I could join in or anything.” She complained. “You never let me have any fun.”

“I would hardly describe being an unwelcome pair of eyes to the affairs of those three as fun, istik.” Lae’zel put her sword aside, satisfied it would be sharp enough to deal with any enemies in the morning. “You should follow the secretive one’s lead and get some sleep, our foes will not hesitate to slice open your gut should you pause to yawn.”

“That…does not paint a particularly pleasant picture.” Gale closed his book, standing to return to his tent, resolving himself to cast silence on himself once he got there. “Remind me not to ask for any Githyanki bedtime stories next time we’re around the fire this late.”

“I don’t think the Gith even do bedtime stories.” Wyll shrugged, looking towards Lae’zel’s tent.

“We do, actually, and a simple gut-stabbing would be considered too weak even for a helpless babe.” Her voice hissed from behind the canvas. With everyone else gone, Wyll and Karlach lingered a little longer by the fire, sharing a quiet laugh at the idea of Lae’zel as a toddler with an oversized sword complaining that her bedtime stories weren’t gory enough.

“What about you, Karlach? Any fairytales, or at least good stories until we get peace enough to rest?” The warlock’s smile was disarming as usual. “I’m afraid all I can offer are the worn out classics, and they don’t seem to hold the same charm as they used to. Hard to imagine a dashing prince running off to play the hero and sweep a fair maiden off her feet when I look like this.”

“I don’t know, you look princely enough to me. And I’m not just saying that because I’ve spent years in Avernus surrounded by actual bloody demons, either.” She shuffled a little, her restless tail and glowing chest betraying her thoughts as usual. “The stories I have in my head now aren’t really suitable for children at bedtime.”

“Lucky for us, we aren’t children.” Wyll sidled just a little closer, looking up at bright eyes that widened as his voice dropped to a whisper. “I might not have a coin to hand to give you, but I would love to hear your thoughts.”

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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Bad Liar Pt.2

note: hello, it’s me (read it in adele voice) thank you so much for the likes it makes me want to write more enjoyy

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summary: you are in a long time situationship with pedri and you’re falling more and more everyday hoping he feels the same

pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

genre: pure angst

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You spent the night bawling your eyes out and hugging your best friend for some support. After a couple of hours your tears started drying and you ran a bath to collect your thoughts. Okay, let’s look at the facts, you’ve been around Pedri for months and never noticed a hint of a girlfriend. Sure you weren’t spending every hour of every day but he stayed at your place once or twice a week and you never even saw him pick a phone call with a girl, sometimes you noticed him focused on his phone brows furrowed answering some texts and yeah you thought maybe he was messing around with someone else but never had the courage to ask about it and honestly after a while, you started trusting him. Trusting him seemed like the biggest mistake you’ve ever done. You believed what you had was special and he was in this with you. What a fool you were.

After the shower you just put on some pajamas and went to lie on your bed but before you could even sit down your mind went back to the morning, how he was sleeping like an angel next to you in this bed. Tears were rolling from your eyes uncontrollably. Realizing you couldn’t bear to sleep there you decided to let your friend crash in your room and took the couch instead. She tried arguing but didn’t press too much. She knew you needed space. After some more crying you let sleep take over.

The morning after wasn’t any better, you woke up crying and picked up your phone to see if there was any notifications from him, you hated how weak you were over someone not worthy but you couldn’t be strong right now. The only thing that could heal you was him and he broke your heart to a million pieces. Just thinking about last night made your stomach turn and you ran to the bathroom to vomit, it was your body’s reaction to everything that happened over the last 12 hours, how turned upside down your life was.

He hadn’t texted you, not even a sorry or can we talk. It was like he forgot about you all together. You had a million questions. How long was this going on, did you mean anything to him, who was she, why did she post him last night, did she know about you?

Your friend’s first suggestion was to make him pay, share all his business with the whole world and destroy his quiet shy and kind guy image but she knew you’d never do that, even he’d know you wouldn’t. Then she said the next best action would be to ask him straight up, you could also ask the girl but you don’t think you can handle that confrontation. You’re too angry to do that.

“What should I even say?” you ask her desperately.

“Just say meet me at mine. Don’t make it obvious that you know.”

“What if she’s with her.”

“Oh I hope she’s with her.”

“No, what if he doesn’t respond or says no?”

“Then we go over there.” she answered nonchalantly and shrugged “What? Don’t you think he deserves it?”

“I do, I really do but I’m not confident enough for any big fight.”

“You have to do this or your inner thoughts will eat you up.” you knew she was right.

to PG: can you come to my house?

from PG: i can’t busy day

to PG: okay then just come tonight

from PG: busy again, i’ll tell you when i’m free

You were getting more upset by the second, he didn’t even respect to enough to have a decent conversation with you. He must know how you felt because you never hid it and still, he just didn’t care.

to PG: it’s either you come to me right now or i’ll come to yours to meet your girlfriend

from PG: be there in 30

So that’s how he wanted to play.

Soon after the text you hugged your friend goodbye and started waiting for him and even though you weren’t proud about this, you changed and applied some light makeup. You didn’t want him to see how he broke you. As soon as you heard the knock, you looked at yourself once more and opened it allowing him to come in. You were staring into his soul with a newly found bravery while he averted his eyes. He couldn’t even look at you.

“I’m gonna get some water, do you want anything?” he asked and you were shocked at how he tried to make this normal.

“Sit down Pedro.” he was shocked as you used his name, you’ve never called him Pedro but calling him Pedri wasn’t an option to you anymore.

He said nothing and plopped down on the couch.

“Talk.” you ordered.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“You could start by explaining.”

“Look I’m sorry if you feel some type of way about it but honestly I don’t get why you’re this upset.” you just stared at him in shock. How could he try to minimize the situation?

“What do you mean you don’t understand. You have a girlfriend and I don’t even know for how long, you played me and you’re here trying to say it’s nothing. How can you be so calm right now?” you ask agitated.

“Y/N we both said we didn’t want commitment.”

“Yeah because you already had one, to your girlfriend!” you yelled.

“Pedro how could you keep this from me? If I had known I would’ve never been with you, you don’t love me that’s fine I can live with that but how can you sit there and disrespect your relationship disrespect me? Do you really don’t care at all? After we spent months together, after you confessed to me that I’m the only one you could confide in and trust fully and I shouldn’t have trusted you for a second. Don’t you see how wrecked I am, do you not care about me one bit?” you ask fully crying now. His nonchalance is far worse than anything you could imagine.

“Look, we’ve been on again off again for a year now and I never mentioned it to you because when I was with you, it was off and I didn’t want to talk about it.” he finally showed some emotion and it was annoyance but it’s better than nothing.

“You’re still lying to me. If you were on and off why were you in bed with me twice a week? Does your relationship end that quickly? You cheated on her with me and used me. I never asked to be a part of this, I even wanted to end things early on when I realized I had feelings for you but you didn’t accept it. You came to my door, asking for my forgiveness Pedro. You begged me to take you back and I have, if you really only used me why try to win me back, was it all a game? Did you have fun did you laugh at me?”

“No it wasn’t a game I just, I couldn’t lose you, I knew then and there I just couldn’t but I didn’t know how to explain it and the longer I waited the harder it got. I even tried to get you to leave me but I couldn’t leave you. She was away all the time and you became my rock and I got used to waking up next to you and being with you. Last night she came all of a sudden saying she’s moving here permanently and I just” he sighed and you could see tears forming in his eyes “I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry for everything.”

You looked at him and even though you were so heartbroken, you realized maybe this was the last time you got to speak to him.

“Last night I asked to meet up because I was ready to tell you how I felt, I was going to confess my feelings and ask you a question I was dying to ask.”

He looked up at you fidgeting with your fingers, having difficulty breathing.

“What was it?”

“I was going to ask you if you love me.” you whispered.

His gaze turned to his hands on his knees.

“I would’ve said yes.” his voice was so low you almost didn’t hear him.

“But you can’t today, can you?” you found the courage to look up at him again, already knowing the answer. His mind was made up, if he was going to break up with her, he could’ve done it yesterday but he didn’t. They were a happy, throughly messed up couple and you were nothing more than a side chick.

“I’m sorry.” he said while getting up. “I just, I never wanted to hurt you.” he came in front of you and kneeled down to hold eye contact.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry” he repeated again and again crying and tried holding your hands. You couldn’t even look at him because you would’ve held his hands and calmed him down. This is the first time he’s full on crying next to you and all you wanted to do is console him, be his anchor but you can’t.

“Please look at me.”

“I can’t, after knowing everything I can’t look at you.” you said. You gazed at your hands covered by his and tried your best to not break.

“What I said to you was never a lie, I never lied about my feelings to you.” he confessed.

“So I should believe you love me when you couldn’t even tell me you had a relationship. It can’t be true if you’re here telling me you’re going back to her. If you loved me just one bit, you’ll let me go Pedro. I can’t be in a situation where I’ve been lied to for months and can’t even trust you.” you said still not looking up.

“I understand.” he said not moving. He didn’t stand up just stood by your knees and held your hand as both of you cried some more.

“I think you should go”

He started getting up but sat next to you on the couch

“Can I hug you goodbye?” he asked in a childlike manner. You said nothing so he decided it was okay. You actually didn’t say anything because you needed his affection one last time. This was wrong but you needed him as much as he needed you. Pedri embraced you in his arms and you put your arms around his neck. You sat there entangled in each other for a few minutes until your mind screamed let go so you did but as he was backing up he held your tear stained cheeks and pressed his lips against yours for the last time and you let him. You couldn’t fight it, you just enjoyed his lips on yours and after that he was gone.

Pedri will always be your the one that got away.

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note: omg i’m gonna cry at how sad it happened but this relationship is nowhere near ending so if you’re interested please share with me your thoughts and opinions about the story luvs

ALSO, should this story have a good or a bad ending i’m so conflicted please helpp

#football #football imagine #football oneshot #football x you #football x y/n #football x reader #football blurb #football angst #pedri gonzalez #pedri angst #pedri blurb #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri one shot #football one shot #fc barcelona

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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Brother's keeper (3)

Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.

Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, love-hate relationship, feisty/bratty reader, enemies to lovers, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, banter, sexual tension, betrayal (not Tony), implied smut, misogynism (not Tony)

This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.

Brother’s keeper masterlist

Brother’s keeper (2)

“Colibri, where are you going?” Tony watches you get up from the floor. He reaches out for you, sighing as you slap his hand away. “I’m not complaining. I love the view.”

Tony shamelessly roams your naked body with his eyes. He licks his lips, remembering how you pushed him to the ground and took what you wanted from him.

“Never thought I’d feel you again.” He muses. You hate to hear the cockiness in his voice. It’s not the first time you fell in bed with Tony. Maybe that’s the reason you are at each other’s throats for years.

“This never happened,” you point your shoe at Tony. “My father still believes I’m innocent. He cannot know you ruined his sweet daughter.”

“I remember quite vividly it was you sucking my tongue in your mouth back then. Your hand was in my pants and little Tony was so happy to feel you,” he grins now. “Come back here.”

Tony pats the makeshift bed at his secret lab, hoping you’ll join him for more than a little more sleep. “Tony,” you sigh. “I can’t stay. You know that.”

“We are not living in the dark age. People have sex all the time, you know,” he sits up to watch you redress. “Are you mad at me? Darling, you were all over me.”

“That was a mistake,” you huff. “It was the heat of the moment. The armor, and your lab. It’s been a while since a man talked about more than my pretty face to me. I was a little science-drunk.”

“Science-drunk?” Tony laughs. “Baby, it’s called cock-drunk, or enchanted by Tony Stark. This had nothing to do with science.”

“It was all about science,” you weakly reply. Tony is not wrong. Being close to him, and spending time around him changed your mind a little bit about the cocky prince. “I’ll take my leave now.”

“Y/N don’t be like that! I can go down on you again. My jaw feels much better…”

Tony sighs deeply. He had hoped that you opened up to up. Now it looks like you regret falling into his arms. All he can do is watch you hurriedly leave his lab.

“One step forward, ten steps back.”

Three days later, the royal library, …

“What are you doing here?” You watch your brother walk inside the library with steady steps. He has a grim expression on his face. “Brother, is it about father? Is he sick?”

“You wanted a way out of this deal and arranged marriage. I found someone willing to marry you on Stark’s behalf,” your brother dares to look proud. “What do you say?”

“So, you want to trade me to someone else now?” You close the book you read and place it on the coffee table next to the armchair you occupy. Your brother frowns as you slowly get up from the armchair. “What am I to you? A piece of meat. A whore you can throw at any man for them to use?”

“I’m doing you a favor here,” he argues. “Father will agree if you say yes. Let’s leave this kingdom immediately. Rumlow is waiting for an answer until tomorrow night.”

“Rumlow,” you storm toward your brother to slap his face. “He and his father are the ones killing second sons. They are the ones standing in the way of change and peace. How can you expect me to even consider marrying that piece of shit!”

“It will strengthen our kingdom! Father is weak. I’m strong, and Rumlow too. We can rule the world together!” Your brother dreamily says. He looks like a maniac, not the brother you protected all your life.

“You’re insane,” you whisper. “I’m afraid you lost your mind, brother.”

“You will not disobey me, sister,” he steps toward you in a threatening way. Your brother sneers as you ball your hands into fists. “You’re weak. What’s between your legs makes you weak.”

“No,” you snarl. “It makes me better than you. And, if you dare to threaten me again, I’ll tell Rumlow that you are a second son.”

He flinches at your words. “You wouldn’t…”

“I will,” you jab your index finger into his chest. “I’ll tell you what you will do now. You’re going to return to our kingdom and be the best son to our father. You’ll make sure all of my belongings will arrive at Stark’s castle within the next week.”

“What are you up to?” He questions. “You hate Stark, and everything he stands for.”

“No. I hate Rumlow, you, and the likes of you,” you bite back. “I’ll wed Tony as soon as possible to make sure he will destroy Rumlow. Maybe your friend is cruel and strong. But Tony is smarter. Together, we will change this world for the better.”

“What if I refuse?” Your brother sounds scared for the first time since childhood. “What will you do?”

“I’ll watch them kill you,” you fight the tears, but your voice still cracks. “I cannot let Rumlow rule this world. If I must bring you down with him, so be it…”

“Colibri,” Tony strolls inside your room, smirking as his eyes land on you. You’re currently sitting cross-legged on the ground, a screwdriver in your hand. “I see you got comfortless,” he looks at the toolbox, books, and blueprints on the ground. “Did you steal one of my devices?”

“I try to find out how it worked back then. It was used for communication, that much I already know. They called it a mobile phone,” you look up at Tony. “If only we could fix this.”

“We’d still need a satellite for communication, Y/N,” he sits next to you on the ground. “Father said you have been obsessed with technology since your brother visited you. What happened?”

You drop your eyes to the phone in your hands. You shake your head, refusing to speak the truth about your brother. “Darling?”

“He wanted to marry me off to Rumlow,” you bitterly admit. “Can you believe him? I agree on marrying your cocky ass to protect him, and he wants to trade me off to that monster.”

“I assume you told your brother that you are mine. Right,” he slings his arm around your shoulders. “Right…”

“We need to find a way to repair the armor. Rumlow and his father are dangerous opponents, and they want to take over the world. If we can reactivate a satellite and the armor…”

“Y/N, the EMP destroyed every single piece of technology,” Tony sighs deeply. “If it means anything to you, I’ll protect you from Rumlow and your brother.”

“Stark, don’t underestimate me,” you grunt, and try to shrug his arm off. “I know you and your father are working on fixing what the EMP destroyed. You’re at the lab day and night. And if you are not at the lab, you and your father sneak out in the middle of the night.”

“I guess the cat's out of the bag,” he whispers in your ear. “This means I gotta kill you now.”

“What?”

He grins when you look at him, bewildered. “I was joking, Colibri. You are going to be my wife in two weeks so, I can tell you the family secret.”

“Spill it!”

“My family is working on fixing the damage the EMP has done to the world for almost fifty years. Father and I are close…so goddamn close to finding a way to use a new energy source…”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #royal!tony stark x princess!reader #princess reader #royal au

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sillyromance · 3 months

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Hello! I don’t know if you know this character well enough, but I’ll try my best. Can you please make some kind of scenario with G1 Sunstreaker?

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm very sorry that completing this has taken so much time... But, finally, I've come up with an idea for the writing. Perhaps, it has turned out too fluffy...

Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!

Not alone.

- Y/n!

You turned – your eyes locked on the lemon-yellow frame of Sunstreaker. Your big autobot friend had just returned from the mission: his crimson brother was somewhere nearby too since you could hear his loud crispy voice; he was buzzing annoyingly like a big bug in a child's fist. Definitely, boasting again… If there was a battle, those two inevitably found themselves right in the middle of it – and none of the twins was shy to show off, talking about their victories and crazy adventures. Though, that time it seemed like one of the young heroes decided to spend some time with a little human instead…

- Hi, pal! How’s it goin’? – You tried to make your voice sound in the most optimistic way possible, though a careful listener would easily recognise you pretended.

- We’ve fried some ‘cons, obviously! You should have seen how their armor got covered with that appetizing crisp! – He went down on his knee, his blue optics looking attentively in your eyes. – A usual day, really… But I see there’s somethin’ wrong. Mind to tell me?

- It's nothing. Well... I don’t know. It’s not that important. – Your gaze avoided his, your hands going back and forth, rubbing your hips and leaving long white stripes on the jeans.

There were many other bots around. Optimus, Ironhide, First Aid… Of course, they were very compassionate and understanding - but you didn’t want to talk about your problems while it was so crowded. As for Sunny, you felt grateful for being cared about, especially if it was someone who usually cared about himself more than about anyone else… Still, such stuff were not for everyone to know…

There were many things going wrong in your life lately. It would be hard to count them all… However, it didn’t mean you would let yourself act like a baby and cry on a random shoulder – no matter fleshy or steely. The bots and people working with them had a lot of things to do. Decepticons never lost a chance to cause even a tiny trouble – though, honestly, usually it was a complete disaster. It was a war… There was no time for being weak. The world wouldn’t save itself.

Sunstreaker titled his helm on a side and smiled softly.

- I thought of a ride around the base… I wondered if you'd like to join me, huh? I doubt you will reject such a cool guy like me.

- Sure not, Sunny. – You couldn’t help but smirked teasingly at his charming behaviour. - Though, I’m afraid to burn down like those ‘cons. It’s getting kinda hot around here, haven't you noticed?

He laughed lightheartedly, you accompanied him. Then he turned into his vehicle mode. Getting in the car, you heard Wheeljack calling for you two:

- Hey, guys! Where are you going?

- Oh, doc! It's just a little ride!

- Don’t you remember, Streaker – you and Sideswipe are helping me in the lab this evenin’!

- Don’t worry, doc! You know, you can count on us!

- Yeah… I don't think so after the previous time I…

- Whatever, bye!

Before the inventor could say anything else, the Lamborghini drove off the place at full speed, heading to the exit.

Evening air was refreshing; it carried soothing scents of warm sand and wild flowers. Rubby-gold clouds swam in the peach sky; tired ochre sun was slightly touching the edge of the horizon. The bot was silent. It was a little bit surprising, though you was grateful. You didn’t want to chat at that moment.

Looking at the rocky, orange landscape, you sighed with satisfaction. That was exactly that you needed. Noisy and humid atmosphere of the base tired you up; Sunstreaker saw this perfectly at the very minute he spotted you on that corner. He knew you well enough. You two didn’t waste much time on long preludes at the first meeting and got along just fine. The more you hanged out together, the closer you became. So, you quickly reached the point when friends start reading each other’s minds.

He was enjoying your presence, your body lying conveniently on his cushy seats and your hands touching the steering wheel. Though you weren't a cybotronian, you were one of the most important souls in the world for him – after his beloved brother, of course. And your low spirit concerned him much. He really wanted to speak to you there and then, however, he saw it wasn’t a good moment. Well, you would be at your secret place soon anyways – there he would ask…

After one-two kilometers he slowed down and pulled over to the side road which soon made its way upwards a sloping hill. There were much more plants than before; slim and dry trunks of acacias surrounded you, throwing long lavender shades at the car and the passenger inside. Endless blue sea of the heavens was broken into pieces of rainbow glass with thin, blooming brunches. The bot stopped; you hopped out and ran forward to a long pink cliff looming behind the trees. Sunstreaker followed, already on his feet too.

The cliff was a good spot for relaxation. It was calm, quiet, peaceful; a colorful blooming plain and a small bunch of the trees created a beautiful, almost wild landscape. Everywhere you could see was a domain of prairie. Though, downwards, there was a small town in a valley; the streetlights always switched on pretty early, they looked like fireflies sitting on the ancient eastern carpet. At that moment they were shining too – tiny stars floating in the violet air. Tough stone was drowning in plants; yellow grass tickled your bare ankles. The grove on the left rustled softly in the coming twilights; wide waves were walking over the fields.

- So… Now, we are alone. – The bot began, looking at the transparent, smoky moon starting its way above the world. – Maybe, now could you tell me?

You shrugged your shoulders, then looked at your boots – a tiny ant was running around your foot helplessly. You took a long stalk and helped the insect down on the ground.

- I don’t know. It’s… a lot.

The bot chuckled.

- I’m all audio sensors.

- Since when have you become so thoughtful, buddy?

- Since I’ve known you!

- Really? Ok, ok…

You were talking till the sun sat and the sky got covered in its cute glittering freckles. The wind rose; it was already chilly, almost cold. Thin summer shirt wasn’t able to protect you from the cooling night weather. You rubbed your forearms, trying to regain warmth; Sunstreaker glanced at your shivering figure, worried.

- Are you cold, little one? – He asked.

- Yeah… A bit. I think, it would be better for us to return.

- Agreed… - He responded, transforming…

At base everyone had been sleeping when you came. Trying not to wake the comrades up (especially, Wheeljack), you sneaked inside and turned into one of the corridors, heading to your quarters.

- Are you sure you’ll be all right on your own? – Your friend kneeled and let you climb on his large flat palm. His optics were gleaming softly in the darkness.

- Are there any other options? – You smiled.

- Well… - His voice became shaky. – I could… take you with me…

- It would be uncomfortable for both of us, don’t you think?

He thought for a minute or two, then turned to you, expression of his faceplate showing a mix of hope and... embarrassment?!

- Actually, I have an idea… But I don’t know if you…

- Just say it out loud, boy.

He took a deep “breath”, stabilizing his systems.

- I could… I could put you in my fuel tank. So, you would be safe while sleeping and… not alone as well.

You heart skipped a beat.

- Wait, wait, wait… But transformers’ fueltanks work in the same way human stomachs do, don’t they?

- Still, we can’t process organic materials, remember?

He had a point. You exhaled.

- Right… Nevertheless, it sounds so crazy…

- I understand. So... It’s your choice.

You rubbed your chin, considering the offer. On one hand, you were about to be swallowed(!) alive by a metal titan and spend a whole night inside him without any guaranties that something wouldn’t go wrong. But at the same time, he was your best friend; you could trust him. After all, that all was just a matter of trust.

You met his gaze once again - the bot waited for your decision, though you could see the flames of impatience jumping in his optics.

- I�� I don’t mind. I know you won’t hurt me.

You could tell he was happy to hear that; tension released the bot’s figure, he grinned joyfully like a big cat.

- Wow! Thank you, Y/N! I swear it's gonna be the best experience possible for you!

- Fine, big guy! Let’s get it over with…

He opened the door of the room he and his brother were sharing. Sideswipe was snoring peacefully on his berth; he didn’t notice neither of you and didn’t hear how Sunstreaker closed the door and lied on his own bed.

- Shhhh… - He whispered as he saw you trying to say something. – He won’t bother us. Sides won’t open his optics even if the skies crack on two.

You giggled. But the bot’s faceplate suddenly went sober.

- Are you still sure?

You nodded confidently.

- Perfect… If anything scares you, just call for me - I'll stop and let you out. Don’t be shy, Ok?

- Ok.

- Good… Now, please, hold still…

His grip tightened a little as you were lifted to his opening mouth. Your feet were laid on something wet and warm – it wrapped around them, coating you in heavy, slick slime. Tingles ran down your spine as you realized it was his glossa tasting you, and the slime was the drool coaxing your limbs, preparing you for… for the way down. Sunstreaker’s throat produced a silent moan of pleasure – it seemed he liked your flavor! Huh… You couldn’t help but blushed, thinking about you being such a tasty tiny candy.

Meanwhile, the bot very gently pushed you further, to the pharynx. Your hands finally met with the pulsing, smooth tongue which leaned to them eagerly, then slipped behind you back. The servo loosened up; now you were in the bot’s mouth entirely, being held by his long, plushie glossa. Misty, hot air filled your lungs; it was too dark to see, but you could feel your toes wriggling in the open space – the awaiting entrance of the esophagus. Streams of oily saliva vanished in that black hole with loud, delicious sounds of gulps. At first, they frightened you; instinctively, you grabbed the flesh of your improvised bed and made an attempt to crawl away from the danger. However, the very minute you did that, the swallows faded. Sunstreacker froze still, granting you a chance to stop – undoubtedly, it would disappoint him, but he didn’t want to startle his human friend. You took a big breath and forced yourself to calm down. There was nothing that would mean harm to you. The mech wouldn’t hurt you - he loved you! You went through so many things together – undeniably, he was reckless sometimes, but he wouldn’t do anything that would lead to death of those he valued the most.

Hesitantly, you patted the glossa – it licked your cheek playfully, comforting, then bend over, letting you slide back to the throat. Powerful metal muscles contracted around your ankles and tugged you in the comforting embrace of the esophagus.

Trembling, the bot outlined a small round bulge on his neck with his digit as you were fully pulled inside his throat. He swallowed hard, yet carefully, sending your warm, fragile body further down his huge tough body. The mech could still sense you wriggle, moving deeper and deeper inside beneath his chest plates. Some more slow seconds – and you arrived at your destination, being dropped into whining chamber of the alien “stomach”, making a nice little bulge on Sunstreaker’s abdomen.

His servo leisurely traced your path and stayed on the lump, massaging it slightly. Inside, it was gurgly and wet, but cozily warm and soft. You felt your friend’s indecisive caresses and pressed your hand against a thick grey wall permeated with long thin energon cables from the bottom to the top.

- How are you, Y/N? Is it OK?

- Yes, Sunny, it is. Don’t worry so much! You did great, by the way…

- Oh… That’s good to hear, I guess… You too.

- Thanks…

It was awkward to have a conversation in that position, so neither of you said a word anymore. You rested against the plump bumps of the fueltank rubbing at you lovingly; soothing quiet sparkbeat and dim light coming from the walls as well as gentle growling sounds and warmth made its work – your eyelids soon grew heavy, you yawned and snuggled into the squishy metal.

- Sweet dreams, Sunny.

The bot curled up around you, hugging his growling, full middle.

- Same for you, dear.

#extreme cuddling #soft vore #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #g/t vore #g1 vore #sunstreaker vore #vore fluff #sfw vore

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edenmemes · 2 years

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obi-wan kenobi starters

ep1 - ep6 .

❝ you know who i am. ❞ ❝ something you want to say? ❞ ❝ they’re hunting me. you have to help me. ❞ ❝ i’m not the man you remember. ❞ ❝ there you are. was beginning to think you weren’t coming. ❞ ❝ whatever power you are craving, it will not change what you are. ❞ ❝ what do we do now? ❞ ❝ have i made a few bad decisions? sure. do i feel bad about it? sometimes. ❞ ❝ you think the less you say, the less you give away, but, really, it's the opposite. ❞ ❝ you haven’t even told me your name. ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna tell anyone, are you? ❞ ❝ you've never made one decision for yourself in your entire life, and you never will. ❞ ❝ you are too impulsive. ❞ ❝ i really...i don’t have time for this. ❞ ❝ look, i don’t know what to tell you. ❞ ❝ i’m not afraid of you. ❞ ❝ there are many ways to leave. you just have to find yours. ❞ ❝ you have to rise above. ❞ ❝ if you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy. ❞ ❝ don’t be afraid. come closer. ❞ ❝ there is no point in protecting them. ❞ ❝ my family’s of no concern to you. ❞ ❝ it’s like living in a prison. ❞ ❝ you’ve made mistakes. we all did. it’s in the past. ❞ ❝ help! help me, please! ❞ ❝ you should’ve killed me when you had the chance. ❞ ❝ i’m trying to make amends. ❞ ❝ it’s just....you seem kind of old and beat up. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know that you could bleed. ❞ ❝ well? you coming or not? ❞ ❝ it’s not like anyone would miss me if i wasn’t there. ❞ ❝ try not to make anyone cry. ❞ ❝ half the city is looking for you. ❞ ❝ the shadows are my realm, the light is an unforgiving place for my kind.❞ ❝ people like their secrets out here. ❞ ❝ why should i trust you? ❞ ❝ all the power in the world can’t mask the stench beneath. ❞ ❝ what happened to you? you were once great. ❞ ❝ you have no idea what i’ve been through. ❞ ❝ how can i trust you when i know you’re hiding something? ❞ ❝ you have no idea what i’m risking being here. ❞ ❝ in our line of work, rumors run rampant. ❞ ❝ you’re a bottom feeder. a rat who preys on weakness. ❞ ❝ if i ever needed guidance, it’s now. ❞ ❝ don’t make me kill you. ❞ ❝ nothing. you just remind me of someone. ❞ ❝ i’m surprised you fell for it. ❞ ❝ the whole time i’ve known you, you’ve been hiding something. ❞ ❝ the years have made you weak. ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. you know that, right? ❞ ❝ i will not warn you again. ❞ ❝ there are not many leaders left. people follow you. don’t stop. ❞ ❝ you are not in charge here. ❞ ❝ this would’ve been easier with an army. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding all over my floor. ❞ ❝ why do you do this? risk everything? ❞ ❝ actions speak louder than words. ❞ ❝ if i’d known what you were... ❞ ❝ no way. you can’t just leave me here. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help. i don’t need anyone. ❞ ❝ i've been watching you. i know what it is you seek. ❞ ❝ you’re not getting out of here. ❞ ❝ i am not interested in civilities. ❞ ❝ since i met you, i've been chased, shot at and i almost fell to my death. ❞ ❝ no one’s coming for you. ❞ ❝ there’s something you need to know. ❞ ❝ we could end this together. ❞ ❝ if anything goes wrong, you know what to do. run. ❞ ❝ your need for victory...it blinds you. ❞ ❝ you have no idea what i’ve done alone. ❞ ❝ fail me and you will not live to regret it. ❞ ❝ i am what you made me. ❞ ❝ who you become now...that is up to you. ❞ ❝ your strength has returned. but your weakness still remains. ❞ ❝ you want to tell me how you’re gonna fight without a weapon? ❞ ❝ are you listening to me? i feel like you’re not listening to me. ❞ ❝ some things we can’t forget. but we can fight to make them better. ❞ ❝ mercy doesn’t defeat an enemy. ❞ ❝ the light will fade, but is never forgotten. ❞ ❝ why would i ever trust you? ❞ ❝ you seem agitated, friend. ❞ ❝ it’s been years. i’m not who i used to be. ❞ ❝ you're scared of him. your father. ❞ ❝ would you stop talking? ❞ ❝ will i ever see you again? ❞ ❝ i am not your failure. ❞ ❝ there’s no way out. admit you are beaten. ❞ ❝ you’re looking for somebody else. ❞ ❝ have you come to destroy me? ❞ ❝ your rage was useful. now it is tiresome. ❞ ❝ people are not all good. ❞ ❝ did you truly think that you could defeat me? ❞ ❝ let me help you. ❞ ❝ i wonder if your thoughts are clear on this. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i’m sorry for all of it. ❞ ❝ you’re a great warrior, but your need to prove yourself is your undoing. ❞ ❝ what about the people that need us? ❞ ❝ i didn’t think you’d survive. ❞ ❝ revenge does wonders for the will to live, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ you must leave. you’ll draw too much attention. ❞ ❝ you will only find pain. ❞

#rp meme #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #obi wan spoilers #sw spoilers #obi-wan spoilers

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desdemonafictional · 1 month

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Post canon WIP (Scene 1)

“I’ve been thinking,” Kabru said.

Annoyingly, Laios did not look up from the encyclopedia he was flipping through. He’d had a wistful, almost pained expression on his face for the last several minutes as he paged through the book that Mithrun had leant them. It was a detailed record of monsters known in the west, their appearances and habits and weaknesses, aimed at an audience of future Canaries destined for the dungeons of the outside world.

At first Laios had been thrilled, commenting constantly on this fact or that fact, and the quality of illustrations, and points where he happened to know the encyclopedia had gotten something wrong. But bit by bit, he’d gone quiet. And now he simply sat there, with that look on his face, as if the book hurt him to touch.

Kabru sat down on the edge of the table and placed his finger over the page.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said again.

Laios looked up.

“I know this life isn’t the one you wanted,” Kabru said. “We’re all grateful… I’m especially grateful, for what you’ve done. And I know… how it is with desires, I’ve seen what it costs to give up a part of yourself. But I’ve said this to someone else before—maybe the thing you used to want is beyond you now, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have new desires. New interests.”

Laios gave him a tired look. “You’re talking about my curse,” he said. “Kabru, it’s fine. I’ve made peace with it. At the end of the day, there’s still books and things.” He gestured at the encyclopedia, as if it hadn’t just been making him miserable. “Just because I can’t see monsters up close anymore doesn’t mean I want to forget about them.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Kabru said. “I meant—without giving up on monsters, you can have other, different things as well, right?”

He slid the book aside, carefully marking the page before closing it.

“Let me teach you about people,” Kabru said. “People are really interesting! A human bite is functionally poisonous, and humans are actually very difficult to kill despite having no natural weapons—the things a human can do, not just dwarves and elves but tallmen too, and halflings—we’re amazing animals, incredibly adaptable, physiologically and mentally.”

“I don’t know,” Laios said, “humans are…”

Kabru considered him for a moment, appraising his uneasy, twisted expression. There were bits he’d learned about Laios, here and there, that suggested a story that Kabru had never dared ask directly about.

“Let me guess,” Kabru said, “and tell me if I’m wrong. Humans are something other to you, right? Something irrational. Alien. Humans took your childhood and destroyed it. Humans drove you from your home, hurt the people you loved. The harm came out of nowhere, without explanation, and you were powerless against it. You lived in fear of them, and even now, in some ways, you’re still afraid. Deep down, you find the idea of them revolting.”

Laios’s face was white. His fingers clenched in the fabric of his trousers, bloodless.

“Am I making the comparison clear enough?” Kabru asked.

“I don’t…” Laios said. “You’re not revolting to me.”

As much as he’d like to say otherwise, some small part of Kabru was relieved to hear it. Laios had said he liked him, had called him a friend, but Laios was so difficult to understand sometimes. And Kabru worried. He had always worried, ever since he met Laios.

“Thanks,” Kabru said, making light of it. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Laios didn’t smile. “The Winged Lion said some similar things to me,” he admitted. “And it’s true, there have been times in my life when I hated humans, when I wished for—um. Things that would probably scare you. But I also… know that I can’t ever really give up on being a human. Not just because of the curse…”

Laios ran his fingers through the downy feathers at the neck of his cloak, as if he was soothing himself.

“When I was a kid, I wanted to stop being human so badly it hurt. But when I was transformed, all I did was kill—I didn’t recognize anyone, not even the people I wanted to save most in the world. What I really wanted, all along, was to have it both ways. To be a monster, and also be myself.”

Taking a chance, Kabru reached out and took Laios’s hand. Broad and narrow, pale and dark, but they had the same callouses. He gave a squeeze.

“If you look at it the right way, I think you can have it both ways,” Kabru said. “Sort of.”

Laios frowned up at him.

“Let’s think about humans as a kind of monster,” Kabru went on. “What are their habits? Their strengths? What drives them, what makes them act like they do? I’ll teach you. Like I said, it’s really very interesting. Humans are driven by instinct as much as any other animal. They have predictable behaviors, once you understand the mechanisms.”

He squeezed again and then let go.

“Hunger, attraction, territoriality—We like to think we’re different than other creatures, but we’re really not,” Kabru said. “We’re just a bit more complicated, because of language.”

He opened the encyclopedia back up and paged through until he found the direwolf Laios had been chattering about earlier. “You said direwolves have a social family structure, just like humans. And just like humans, they can have abusive family dynamics, right? If the lead female bullies the younger females, the younger ones might rise up and kick her out of the pack, isn’t that what you said? So then, sometimes they don’t rise up. Why only sometimes?”

Laios blinked at Kabru’s finger. “You were listening to that?”

“I told you,” Kabru said. “I want to understand. When I watch you, I believe that there must still be some value in monsters. If you see something beautiful in them, then there must be something beautiful in them.”

He considered the illustration for a long moment, each tuft of fur with its own graceful motion, the detail rendered so closely, with such care of knife against block print.

“Things that are frightening can also be beautiful, don’t you think?”

#dungeon meshi #spoilers

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 5 months

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Not sure how to view Chris anymore and it’s sad. At this point whatever the “truth” is, it doesn’t matter.

I’m just floored at how someone could be so weak to get into this mess and not “be able to get out”and it’s easy to say oh it’s hard for him to get out but he’s at least trying to show this is fake, yet he was bold enough to lie to the world about being married?

Make that make sense?

Like how the fuck do they clean this up at all?

It’s like reality and illusions are morphing together and I honestly don’t know who the fuck this man truly is and maybe that’s the way it should’ve always been.

We get wrapped up in this shit mainly due to the way of the world and due to Hollywood and capitalism, etc, but we have to take accountability by finally choosing to not fall for seeing other mere mortals as anything but human.

If you take any random person off the street, clean them up, give them a great marketing team, BOOM you have a new celebrity. It’s all a big awful joke of illusion.

No more rose colored glasses. It’s to the point fandoms and celebrity today is seeing a blue sky but being duped into believing it’s green.

Unfortunately most will never understand the above and never take those glasses off.

This applies to fans, non fans and just the overall population of the world who are willing and unwilling and unaware at how impacted we all are by celebrity culture. A headline makes waves or something goes viral and we ALL stop our lives to read or listen about it and many hop online to discuss and argue with others over various things, not once seeing the reality……you’re taking time out of YOUR life to focus on someone who doesn’t even know you exist, wasting YOUR time discussing crap about someone else who is living their life and getting rich off of you and someone who uses media to stay relevant through…..Y-O-U!

*breaks rose colored glasses* for good.

💔👓

#EnoughIsEnough

Same, An🫶n. Honestly before I was sucked in here, Chris was the ideal guy for me... Ofcourse, Papa was right. He told me once that "I shouldn't place anyone on a pedestal, because anything placed that high, is meant to break."

I've got nothing but love for Chris and his work. But the way this is all spun, real or not, I'm not sure if I can keep adoring him as a person.

Like I've said before, we can't exactly blame Chris, alone for getting into this mess in the first place. But if those breadcrumbing and hinting on his end isn't true (the hope and rumor that he's telling us that anything about the wedding is fake, etc.), An🫶n is right.

He's not a saint, but he's not a demon either. But the thing is, he isn't going to be just Chris Evans, the actor we all love and adore. The actor we'll be happy for when he gets his small victories. Whose dog is one of the best things on the internet during this whole mess right now.

He's also going to be Chris Evans, the guy who "married" a racist, who's friends have baited the entire Fandom. The guy who couldn't save his fans from tearing at each other. The guy who let this get so out of hand, that the one place that should've been safe for us to escape to, and enjoy everything, disappeared in mere months.

I'm planning to stick around, because I know for a fact, a ton of you were here for the fan-made stuff. The fanfics, fanarts, discussions about characters, etc.

I came here for that too. Doesn't mean I'm giving up this whole thing. But I'm going to take time to go back to the fun part. Because honestly, my page has turned into an analysis page😅 it's 70% rant posts about the bullshit pr, and 30% me and my fics...

Bro! I intended to make fucking fics before 250 Followers Celebration comes... But I'm way behind... Partly, because of life. And partly because the second something goes down, I drop nearly everything, and focus so much time and energy on this.

So, I'm not saying drop him or any celeb completely. I'm saying we need to tone down our idolization, because it may have gotten to the point where it isn't healthy.

For the sake of your health, mental and otherwise, Fandom. Take time to enjoy what you love about this Fandom. And please don't say anything about tearing the PR Narrative, because even I have to admit, it takes it's toll.

Again, not backing down, or stepping down. Just giving myself time to take care of me, and spend time with my family while they're still alive.

I don't know if this Christmas season will be the last that I get to spend time with any of them, so I'm going to make sure I live every minute with them. And not stuck in this hole I've dug myself for months, since the wedding announcement.

And you should all do that for yourselves, guys. Take the time, and make it count.

#An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #booky's thoughts #booky rant post #chris evans #chris evans fandom #love you guys!#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#P.S. can someone please open up some form of character discussion? I've always wanted to try it 😁

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deamazed · 1 year

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GONE GIRL RP PROMPT. from the film.

when i think of my wife, i always think of her head.

the primal questions of a marriage: what are you thinking? how are you feeling?

what have we done to each other?

pour me a bourbon, would you?

what's up, jitters?

it's a bad day.

i'm so crazy, stupid happy!

whose beer am i drinking?

what's your type?

i prefer men who are funny, not 'funny'.

that's code for 'i hate strong women'.

what type are you?

so tell me. who are you?

you know i have to kiss you now.

i would be a fool to let you walk through a sugar storm unkissed.

go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis: some wood for you, bitch!

you are way too into that cat.

we understand there are concerns about your wife/husband/partner?

i'm not someone who hits the panic button but — it's weird, right?

you mind if we look around?

it's our anniversary.

i remember these books.

now you can say you came. and in 10 minutes, we'll leave.

perfect. time for a quick tour of all my failings.

i love your parents, but they can be assholes.

people want to hear from you.

i thought that'd be embarrassing.

i love having strangers pick at my scabs.

i am here in a strictly journalistic capacity.

you challenge me.

and — fun fact for our readers — you have a world class vagina.

my colleagues inform me that as yet, you are not married. isn't it time we fixed that?

he's just playing with his phone. playing, like... tetris.

if this girl doesn't show up... this could get out of hand.

let's stay on our toes.

given the scene in the house and given our spike in violent crime of late, we're going to take this very, very seriously.

sorry. i felt like i was in a law and order episode for a second. bum-BUM.

is she kinda... standoffish?... ivy league?

i have zero reception.

sir, don't take that tone with me.

stupid, dumb bitch.

he's always been a misogynist asshole.

everyone told us — and told us, and told us — marriage is hard work.

abandon all hope, ye who enter.

technically, we're supposed to fuck at the next stop.

we've never fucked in a bookstore.

i dragged you into the ladies' room on our second date.

books, sex, bourbon. life is good.

sometimes i want to punch us in the face, we're so cute.

i don't need a lawyer.

everyone knows "complicated" is code for bitch.

just because i don't love her, doesn't mean i don't care about her. i'm really scared.

you want to look like you've been up all night.

that's a weird thing to say.

when you're upset, you bottle it up. you can seem... angry... like —

great. i'll try to balance on the exact edge of your emotional razor.

i knew you shouldn't have moved back here.

we care about her. we love her, and we want her back.

we filed a restraining order.

it'll help us track her movements before she disappeared - where she went, who she might've seen...

maybe i'll teach you a thing or two.

i think i've done a pretty good job.

let's swear we will never be like them.

we have each other — everything else is background noise.

this is where you say 'everything else is background noise'.

i come by once a week, make sure the place hasn't burnt down.

picture me: i'm a girl who is very bad. i need to be punished, and by punished, i mean had.

open the door, and look alive.

want to test your marriage for weak spots? add one recession. subtract two jobs.

i felt like i needed to shoot something.

right, i forgot. you can give your parents $879,000 without asking me, but god forbid i buy legend of zelda without your permission.

that's the basic tenet of a prenup, right?

why are you throwing that in my face again?

i don't know how to not have a job.

now, i'm beholden to you.

suddenly, i knew everything was about to get worse.

oh look, he's being a good guy so we can all see him be a good guy.

you really don't like him.

you have to keep up your strength.

i'm asking you nicely - please delete that photo.

you can't share that with anyone.

it looked like you were having fun.

this place literally smells like faeces.

i'm going to go benadryl myself to sleep.

i feel like i could disappear.

i've been so worried about you.

you gotta pick up when i call you — where the hell have you been?!

can you at least say you love me?

i love you. but, sweetheart, we have to be real careful right now.

you told me i needed to have my own life.

i need you. now. touch me.

did you leave a pair of red panties in my office? lacy?

i'll have to check my red-panty inventory.

you told me you were going to get a divorce.

never say that out loud again.

i don't want to fight. i just want to be with you.

he uses me for sex when he wants. otherwise, i don't exist.

last night, i went from desperate to pathetic.

do our code: no bullshit.

a child is not a hobby.

we could have had this fight four hours ago.

you're really going to walk out now?! you're such a coward!

someone should burn this place.

you fucking asshole. you liar. you fucking lied to my fucking face.

you've been lying to me for over a year.

god, it's so fucking small. you're a liar and a cheat.

i thought writers hated cliches.

wah, boohoo, i got laid off. guess i'll fuck a 20-year-old.

i can't figure out what the fuck they mean.

are they supertwat's?

we're dealing with a 20-year-old who isn't sure where she leaves her undies.

free spirit is code for stupid.

just because the guy isn't weeping, doesn't mean he's not hurting.

the hallmark of a sociopath is lack of empathy.

are you trying to tell me that this photo is remotely in the realm of acceptable behaviour?

a picture is worth a thousand words. ever heard that phrase?

i'm so sick of being picked apart by women.

for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

i'm being paranoid. crazy. i'd just sleep better with a gun.

if someone were staging a crime scene, why mop up blood?

a pool of blood and no body suggests homicide.

why have you kept this stuff? it's like a little box of hate.

you know how hard it is to make a murder case without a body? it's incredibly difficult. so i want one last thing... i want a body.

sometimes, the way he looks at me? this man of mine may kill me.

i'm so much happier now that i'm dead.

he took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money.

he took and took from me until i no longer existed. that's murder. let the punishment fit the crime.

to fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline.

america loves pregnant women. as if it's so hard to spread your legs.

you know what is hard? faking a pregnancy.

you need to bleed. you need to clean.

men always use 'cool girl' as the defining compliment, don't they?

go ahead! cum on me! i don't mind, i'm cool girl.

i waited years for the pendulum to swing the other way — for men to read jane austen and make out while we leer.

i will admit: for someone who likes to win, it's tempting to be the girl every guy wants.

for him, i was willing to try.

i wax-stripped my pussy raw and blew him regularly.

i forged the man of my dreams.

he actually expected me to love him unconditionally.

he doesn't get to fucking win.

grown-ups work for things. grown-ups pay. grown-ups suffer consequences.

fucking crazy bitch.

she's framing me for her murder.

you are married to a psychopath.

your problem is just beginning.

does missouri have the death penalty?

as long as you don't own a python and blast death metal at 4am, we're gonna be best friends.

that's the most disgusting thing i've ever heard.

are you laughing me out of your building?

this is why i have a $100,000 retainer — because i win unwinnable cases.

so far, this is a he-said-she-said.

i haven't had a date in almost a decade because if a girl googles me? bye-bye.

if i could make up a girl, this would be the fucking girl.

she framed you with the ties you wouldn't wear.

can you imagine being almost 30 years old and never having had anything go wrong for you?

i'm serious. i will not say a word against that girl.

i can't imagine what she's got in store for you.

that's life, baby.

the whole thing just feels... easy. like finding an envelope marked CLUE.

ever heard that phrase - the simplest answer is often correct?

whatever the hell they found, we have to assume it's very bad.

he's nice because he wants to fuck you.

i'm not sad. i'm angry.

i was going to kill myself. can you believe that?

why should i die? i'm not the asshole.

it's a ticking time bomb. you gotta throw yourself on it.

a guy admitting he's a giant asshole? people love that stuff.

looks like you've done a good job.

where's the money, sweetheart?

you've hiding. i don't know why, and i don't care.

i don't think you've ever really been hit.

next place, be more careful, okay? lot of people out there worse than us.

every time you look smug or annoyed or tense, i'm going to hit you with a jellybean.

why are you so good to me?

why is it that when i need someone to save me, i always think of you?

oh my god. you little slut.

she's the girl with the giant cum-on-me tits.

come. you're staring at ghosts.

seriously, i can't believe how fucking good you were.

you are so good to me. and i am so exhausted.

you'll be very safe. i won't let you get away again.

you scared me. don't do that. i need to feel safe.

you were never under my thumb.

you are the best person i have ever known.

they disliked me, they liked me, they hated me, and now they love me.

whenever you said something stupid, i thought 'maybe he's just stupid'. i was wrong.

none of this is mine - none of this was put here by me.

i need some time to think.

that's the last thing you need.

i'm not going to force myself on you.

i just want you to be you again.

my defence is the truth.

want to play a little true or false?

you thought quinoa was a fish?

you fucking bitch.

it's an insane story.

don't blame yourself.

you must've bled quite a bit there.

how'd she get the box cutter if she was always tied up?

stop pretending.

i just said what you wanted to hear.

that's how well you know me! you know me in your marrow.

take off your clothes.

you're a murderer.

i'm a fighter. i fought my way back to you.

you begged for me to save your life. and i obliged.

the media will destroy you.

give it the night. sleep on it.

was there ever a baby?

if two people love each other and can't make it work, that's the real tragedy.

kiss my cheek. now.

you can't live in the same house as that spider.

mess with it, they'll come looking for blood.

we had the national spotlight on us, and we stained the rug.

i swear to god, you two are the most fucked-up people i've ever known. and i specialise in fucked up.

i'm the definition of 'at risk'.

remember: don't turn your back.

i'd never hurt you. i do need you to participate though. that's fair, right?

tell the truth and shame the devil.

fuck it. let everyone take sides.

i love tests.

we are toxic. we complete each other in the sickest possible way.

you think you could ever be with a nice, normal woman?

i complete you. i'm the only one who can.

stay with me and i will make you happy. you know i can. i've killed for you.

you're breaking my heart.

what have we done to each other? what will we do?

#rp sentence meme #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #rp meme #rp sentence prompts #MEME.

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the-raging-tempest · 3 months

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@amatres I have quite a few thoughts. And I guess a lot of them hinge on what the context of it is! Also for the sake of it, I’ll be calling them cursed and if they aren’t I will leave it be. Sorry if that’s confusing because og Zrise is cursed but LMAO. (A follow up to Ama’s first question at got my brain turning)

So! I’ll go in order of your inquiry heheheh

Cursed Zrise and Cursed Lariel interacting would be … interesting. As @cassynite guessed in her reblog cursed Zrise would HATE to know his sister even handles her curse better, she’s more successful, more powerful, more detached and intellectual. Reinforcing that self hate. I think he’d be so resentful but on some level he’s also hate to see it happen to her. On some level he’d feel it’s better that he’s the one who suffers. Kind of a hatred for fate that him being cursed is better for others. Feeling as ineffectual as he does relieved. To see his sweet kind sister with such a capacity for evil… would be jarring. He’d hate it but believe ‘it’s better that I’m the one fucked over…’

Cursed Lariel would be detachedly amused at fate and slightly sad. She’d think how pathetic and sad her brother is. The brother she knows and does still love is nothing like this man. The curse did not empower him like it did her (in her mind). Mostly in her heart she would wonder if she should put him out of his misery. She’s not as miserable as him. The curse seems to really make him suffer.

I think both uncursed Lariel and Zrise would be so emotional over seeing the other. The version of the other that they always wanted to see again and yet… isn’t who they remember. A bitter sweet feeling… How they want to love and support their cursed deeply broken mirror. It would almost feel a betrayal to love this version. There is a grief there. This is who they could have been but aren’t.

On a lighter note. Outside of that strangeness they’d both be conscious of. Lariel would just sob and hug this version of her brother. To see him so happy and comfortable and not hating himself. She’d be moved to tears. Which would make him cry. To see her so open and vulnerable! That she does love him!

I think they’d want to spend time together (unlike their cursed counterparts) Zrise who would immediately get Lariel out of her shell. I can see all the mischief they’d get up to! Zrise who would want to show her the world and the places he wants to go. He’d be a little sad to know she’s still an atheist but not too sad. Lariel would think it’s charming he worships the Goddess of love. She’d he so happy about that actually. These two chaotic good goofballs would actually do such good in the world and I’m getting weepy thinking about it. They’d be very “it’s us against the world!” But with Lariel’s sweet and selfless kindness and Zrise’s active presence and determination to make places better… IM CRYING 💕💕😭💕💕

Lariel and Cursed Lariel… WOOF I think both of them would actually be in deep denial of the other. Not cursed Lariel would find it so hard to believe that she could be so cruel and indifferent of a world that she loves so…. I think it would reinforce her belief that she must not let what hurts her destroy her. That her loneliness must never take hold and twist her into something so cold. That she must reach out to others.

Cursed Lariel would resent and find her mirror pathetic. So desperate to not feel alone. Her need for someone else to tell her what to do and to feel whole. Is a weakness. Cursed Lariel needs no one. She believes she is stronger for it. It reinforces her belief that she is better off alone.

Zrise and Cursed Zrise… uncursed Zrise would be deeply disturbed by who he could become. But I think it would reinforce his feelings of how much he accepts where his weaknesses lie. His cursed version showing him what it’s like when those weakness are something he holds and uses against himself and the world. He’d be relieved he’s not that way but… would consider… could he have saved his sister if he had instead taken that burden from her….

Cursed Zrise… I think it would rip him apart honestly. To see himself. He’d take that in the worst way. He’d feel more helpless than ever. I think I can’t even describe how far that would cast him into despair. The unreachable… the unattainable… knowing on some level it is and isn’t all his fault. Like it’s the darkness of realizing you had the potential but failed in every conceivable way. Like yes the curse is to blame for some of it. But the dark reflection that all the choices he made… he could have made better… different ones…

#oc: lariel #oc: zrise #twisted fate au #the swans #tf: Lariel #tf: Zrise

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what fate decides [taehyung x reader] [part 2]

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summary: You're a beta in love with your best friend, alpha Kim Taehyung. Except you know that you can never fulfill his dominating urges, so you draw a line between the two of you. Cherish his small kisses and embraces until an omega has to come along.

Until one day, you're not a beta anymore. Now, it's nearly impossible to resist the protective, endearing alpha in front of you.

pairing: taehyung x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, self-depricating thoughts, fluff, alpha/omega, a/b/o dynamics, best friends to lovers, slow burn ish, smut, mature, swearing, car accidents

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You remember how he used to creep through your window and curled up next to you. Your bed creaked as you let him settle, but every sound—as he took off his shoes, chucked off his jacket, ran a hand through his hair, all this illuminated in the moonlight—shattered your heart. It’s as fragile as glass whenever he’s around, and wonder how many more times you’d have to mend it together until it’s just not possible.

“What’s it like?” You had to ask. “Being an Alpha?”

You’re sure that your memory is different from his. All you remember is coming home one day, ready to throw the kid out the window because he annoyed you all day, placing pranks for you around the school and sticking his tongue out. It’s not fair that the sunbae’s loved him too, and that he got away with everything if he smiled wide enough. The boxy smile and crinkling in his eyes were enough to melt any girl’s heart, including yours. Though you expected to confront him about that and skipping classes, his mother confronted you—telling you he was an alpha.

He was sixteen then. You seventeen. But by then, you were well-aware of the impacts of designation. Enough so that you left without asking questions.

His arms went around your waist. Mouth near the back of your neck, him burying his face in your shoulder. Legs tangling up with yours. As a beta, senses weren’t as heightened, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t smell someone else on him. Mijun. And it made you want to throw up. Because it’s all too clear what he spent the night doing—calming his urges down.

Well, not urges, but… yeah. It was mutual for the two of them, and you liked Mijun as an acquaintance. She was one of the few people who treated you nicely and hung around Taehyung at the same time.

“What’s it like?” He asked in return. “Being a Beta?”

“Dull,” you responded. Hopeless. Beta’s and Alpha’s don’t go together. They just don’t. Biology demands for an Omega to be with an Alpha. Same with the other way around. You, you were like the leftovers the world created. The followers—the secretary in the movie that cleaned up after everybody’s mess, but was never given credit for it.

At least, that’s how it felt as a teenager.

“Uncontrollable,” he told you. Added, “The only time I feel like I’m in my right mind is with you.”

Yeah, because you’re logical. There’s nothing more to this exchange except that you two will be friends. And it only made the bitter taste in your tongue get worse.

That part didn’t change.

There are certain telltale signs—other than the additional signs of aggressiveness, stronger scents that even you can pick up, and constant growls—that accompany Taehyung when he’s about to go into rut. For one, the idol becomes impossible overbearing, becoming attached to your hip and hovering over you like you’re either pregnant or weak.

This is one of the many reasons I didn’t come to Korea, you think, as the alpha comes in with several grocery bags. Like come on, you are a Beta. Capable of carrying both an Alpha and Omega on your backs, which is why usually you had positions where you were the mediator. It’s a talent, multitasking—doing jobs and calming down both so called levels simultaneously.

“Did you want to eat something?”

“No,” Taehyung mutters, scowling at the string of hoodies on the ground. In your defense, you were entranced in a scene, and refused to be sucked out of it. Cleaning up after yourself would cause you to lose all the ideas you came up with plot wise. “I’m cooking tonight.”

“You learned how to cook?” You laugh.

He scowls. “Of course I learned how to cook. Who’s going to take care of you? All you do is order to-go food.”

It’s not just the food that’s annoying him—you can tell. It’s the fact that the two of you fought over where you would stay. Taehyung kept arguing that his apartment was available, but you didn’t want to take advantage. And yeah, you understand that it’s stupid not accepting a free space where you don’t have to pay rent, but then when you think about how the media would portray it, it all sounds wrong. So you reside in a small apartment a bit larger than your studio, and let him come over.

“Hey!” The protest rings loud and clear. “I can cook a great ramen, where the noodles aren’t overcooked and there’s just the right amount of broth. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“No, because ramen isn’t healthy.”

“If you’re going to be like this, find an omega to spoil, Taehyung ah,” you joke. Your heart clenches, but you force the smile to remain on your face. It’s better this way, to create distance. Now that you can’t do that by land or ocean, you have to do it through words.

Yes, it’s painful, pushing Taehyung away. But you’ve lived with the fantasy of a beta and alpha being compatible for years, only for it to be crushed whenever he slept with another girl, or snapped at you through his ruts. Just like the alpha could be gentle, he could be vicious, too. And it wasn’t—isn’t—your job to calm him down in that area.

It’s his omega’s.

98% of marriages between an alpha and beta end in divorce, you tell yourself when the idol clenches his jaw. Taehyung and you won’t be any different, not that he’s even interested in you in the first place.

“So, what are you going to cook?”

“Curry,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. The other hand is placed on the small of your back as he kisses your shoulder, then your forehead. “Go rest, love. You look like you’re about to topple over.”

Yeah, because the mattress that you bought—one of the cheaper ones—isn’t as great as the one in America. And as you’re getting older, your back is only annoying you more. So you lay on the sofa as Taehyung cuts the green onions and starts chopping the carrots in silence. When he started cooking, you can’t even recall. All of a sudden, he just starting to grow taller than you did, and take care of you like you used to take care of him.

It’s unsettling, really.

You want to scream.

In joy, of course.

Heading home from a cafe, you’re beaming, nearly tripping over the sidewalk as you run home. You managed to finish plotting your novel, and are finally—finally—satisfied at how it would turn out when you start writing it. And today is the day—it has to be. You’re running home when the idol himself calls.

“You have a meeting today with the PD?” You ask. “Or do you not have anything better to do than annoy me?”

“Ha,” Taehyung mutters. “Funny. I was wondering—” That’s when you spot him. Wearing a coat and dress pants, along with a pair of sneakers by the streetlamp. The wind’s blowing, sending the December snow scattering into your eyes, but you squint through it to get a better glance at him. Your nose is cold, and your teeth are chattering, and you should be home. But here you are, picking Taehyung up. There’s a scarf around his neck, but you know it’s not from him. It’s not his. Shivering, your hands are too numb to press the end call button.

Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together, but then he glances up. His eyes are smiling already when he steps forward. And you don’t think. You run.

Stupid, stupid mistake. The light might be green, but the snow’s heavy. And your timing has always been terrible. Your legs ache, but then you slam into something. Lights—yellow? white?—flash in front of your eyes, and you don’t know what happens. You’re just on the ground. Your bones feel like they’re shattered, and you whimper. It’s more than numbness you’re feeling now.

Fire. Fire is spreading all throughout your body, and it’s like something has knocked out your voice, making it impossible for you to do anything.

Then fear. It sets in like the ice pricking your skin. You want to thrash, but you can’t.

“Love? Love. Love,” he repeats. First with the nickname he gave you, then your actual one. Hovers above you, calling your name, voice hoarse and throaty, panic laced in the edges. Just like always, you’re drawn into Taehyung, your senses tunneling in to focus on nothing but him. Even the sirens drift into the background, along with the other hands that are grabbing you, checking your pulse, making sure you’re alive.

“Stay with me!”

BONUS (cause I was bored and wanted to stay in this drabble for a little longer):

Providing for you pleases Taehyung. You don’t know it, of course, but the way you unconsciously react to him—eyes brightening, lips curving upwards, and head tilting back—it tells his alpha that you’re submitting to him, eager for his return. Sometimes, before he can think better of not ruining the friendship the two of you established, he’ll lean in and wrap his arms around you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Fighting the urge to mark and bite it. Leave hickeys around in the area so everyone—including you—can know you’re his. For now, he has to provide indirectly. Making sure that you have a nice apartment, one that isn’t blocked by other buildings and has the right amount of sunlight. You also like the garden balconies, so he gets you one.

Anything you want, anything you need, it’s yours.

“We could sleep. It’s just the same bed,” he protests. “We’ve done it since we were kids. Fuck, we take naps together even now with you and top of me.”

“That’s on the sofa.”

“And what’s the difference of it being on a bed?”

“There is no difference,” you hesitate. “But you are in rut, Taehyung.”

“Noona,” he sighs. “I’m not a teenager anymore. I’m in tune with my alpha, and I know when my rut will hit me hardest. I promise I’ll be out by then, but I just want to cuddle with someone who’s not my members at all. So come upstairs, okay? I’ll be waiting.”

He’s not wrong—he is comfortable. Legs tangled together, you let him play with the strands of your hair, arms wrapping around his waist. You can hear his heartbeat, head laid directly over it. That, along with the soft coos his alpha makes, causes your eyes to grow drowsy. So when Taehyung pulls away for a second, you mumble incoherent words, something about your heating pad disappearing.

And then the alpha hears it—the soft whines that settle when he molds himself to you again. It subsides in an instant, and his eyes widen when he takes in your closed eyes and parted lips. If anything, your beta is calling out to him, and though the two pairs—alpha and beta—aren’t usually mated, this itself shows that you’re attached to him.

More than attached. Attracted.

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Hello! I don’t know if my ask went through on your other account so I’ll send it here too just in case. If it did went through and you saw it but didn’t want to answer, that’s okay too! Just wanna double check here. ^v^

I was curious to know your opinion on what typical dark side each cevans characters has exclusively, if it makes sense? Maybe one is more on the possessive side while the other is obsessive, delusional etc?

Aaaa I’m sorry, I never got your ask for some reason! ;-; idk if it’s because of the bugs or tumblr’s usual tendency of deleting asks. Either way, I’m happy you reached out again here and thank you for your ask! This should be fun. ~

From what I gathered from your ask, I was to find out what kind unhealthy/toxic trait each of the cevans characters would most likely have based on their character, and I think it especially comes handy to categorize it when making dark fics. ¬‿¬

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Steve Rogers - overprotective behavior

Obviously, due to his line of work in the avengers as one of the famous superheroes, Steve would easily be overprotective over you. The avengers are always one step ahead of knowing the latest threats from the public, and it always sends him in panic when he thinks of what could happen to you. He will first convince you to move places a lot where no threat are under the radar. Then, he might eventually suggest you live in a compound because he can’t bear the risk of loosing you. Even the thought of using trackers on you becomes appealing to him. This will affect your daily life as Steve might think it’s best for you not to work anymore, and being a place far away from family and friends isolates you.

“Love, I’m only trying to keep you safe. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t want to work at the avengers headquarters and constantly having to worry that something might have happened to you. I need to install some kind of tracker so I can be more at peace, doll.”

How it affects sex:

He will remind you occasionally during sex how much he cares about you and how he will always ensure you’re safety. Steve’s on the love making side of having sex, and he appreciates having your bodies pressed against each other to remind him you’re alive and well. This is also his way of making up for how isolated you have been feeling by pushing the idea that you are only safe in his hands.

“I love you so much, pretty girl. Gotta keep a precious thing like you safe from this cruel world.”

“Always so worried about you, but being deep inside your pussy always makes me feel so relaxed.”

Ransom Drysdale - possessive/self-indulgent behavior

The cocky rich boy has narcissistic traits that dominates his overall personality, so it’s a given that he believes as his girlfriend - you, should show praise for him and have gratitude that a Thrombey would accept someone like you. Despite his selfishness and arrogance - deep down he has insecurities of his own that turns him possessive over you whenever a guy even turns to look at you. He has a need of dominating you and becomes aggressive over your ownership of it is threatened. He wants you to be dependent on only him, and eventually he might cut off your family and friends subconsciously to do that.

“You should be damn grateful you’re my girlfriend! You need me.”

“You belong to me. You can’t do better than a Thrombey.”

How it affects sex:

His possessive nature is easily expressed through sex too. After having pent up frustration all day, there’s nothing better for Ransom than putting his dick in your cunt and reminding you of who he is and who you belong to.

“Fucking hell, this is all because of me isn’t it? I bet I’m on your mind constantly. You just need me so much.”

“I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine, you hear me? No one else!”

Johnny Storm - impulsive behavior

Johnny’s weakness is evaluating the consequences of his actions. He will do something obnoxious/risky and not consider your safety (not purposefully though). He does it to impress you and he wants you to experience the adventurous side of being the humantorch’s girlfriend, but he pushes it too far at times and it can quickly get out of hand. Not to mention, he’s impulsive whenever jealousy, anger or frustration gets the better of him, and he’ll act in response of his emotions. This brings out the most immature and selfish side of him. He will put his fun over your importances if it means his bad emotions will go away from it.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be awesome when I let go of you a few thousand feet up in the air and catch you right before you hit the ground! You’ll love it!”

“I don’t care about your stupid ‘important’ met gala, there will only be a bunch of rich dudes staring at your ass. Let’s go to Hawaii or something. That’s way more fun.” and without even asking for what you want, he drags you to the airport and the two of you travel to Hawaii in first class.

How it affects sex:

He likes taking risks which is why he is notorious for public sex out of all the cevans characters. Even when you’re at a big event where paparazzis are willing to intrude your privacy, he’ll take you to the nearest public restroom and fuck you if he wants to.

“Don’t be nervous baby…it all feels so good now, doesn’t it? No one will peek in on us. Everything is under control.”

Andy Barber - delusional/manipulative behavior

Andy’s most toxic trait would be to sometimes twist your words to further insinuate your opinion/argument is wrong. It’s his instincts as a lawyer to use your words against you even though there really is no deep thought to it, but he does it to make you see his way. If you’re rightfully upset about something, he will still try to ease down the situation by convincing you’re overreacting, being insensible or letting your emotions get the better of you. He will even bring your relationship into the question as last resort if you still find disagreement. Delusion wise, he will gaslight you (and himself) into thinking certain things didn’t happen if it threatens the relationship or their reputation.

“It isn’t like that, honey. You need to calm down.”

“If you you really cared about this relationship, you wouldn’t have these intrusive thoughts.”

“That didn’t happen. We’re okay sweetie, stop thinking about it.”

How it affects sex:

Andy would definitely use sex as a way of making your worries go away. He hates to argue with you, so what’s better than making you into a horny mess for him and make you empty minded?

“Feel me, honey. Let all the bad thoughts go away. That’s it.”

Jake Jensen - obsessive behavior

Jake has for the longest time struggled to pick up women due to his awkwardness, and he’s just not good at flirting. When he meets you and you become a part of his daily life, you become the only thing on his mind. It starts to affect his eating and sleeping habits, and he fantasizes different scenarios with you all the time; rescuing scenarios, sexual fantasies and so much more. When/if the two of you engage in a romantic relationship, it worsens to the point where he can’t concentrate while working.

“You’re the only thing running in my mind.”

“My life would honestly be so meaningless without you.”

How it affects sex:

Jake will often babble about how much you mean to him when he’s reaching climax, making his obsessive nature all the more obvious.

“Oh fuck! You’re everything to me, peach. Never letting you go!”

BONUS

Lloyd Hansen - Sadistic behavior

This has to be the most obvious one innit. He’s a sadistic fucker who enjoys torturing people. For him it’s a regular Tuesday to kill off whoever is deemed as a threat to the CIA, and I think if anyone came in between him and you, he would with no hesitation start an operation of making that person’s existence disappear from the face of the earth. It gives him excitement to kill off anyone who hurts you or causes you discomfort, because only he can be that person to cause that for you. He almost longs for someone to give him a reason to cut their throats for as much as looking at you in a funny way.

“Who were you talking to, sunshine? You know they disappear quicker if they go noticed by me anyway, so you might as well tell me.”

“Pumpkin, just give me a damn name and I’ll gladly send you a package with his head by your door.”

How it affects sex:

Like mentioned, he only believes he has the right to treat you in a way that puts you on edge, because it’s a huge turn on for him when you’re scared by him. He’ll overstimulate you as he talks dirty with threats.

“I’ll let it slip that you gave that guy the time of the day, sunshine. Next time I’ll give you a cut by your chest and lick your blood up. How about that?”

“Keep crying for me baby, you know how horny it gets me when you’re quivering under me.”

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Note from author: decided to leave Ari out of this one because he’s honestly too neutral for me to put him in any category. Like I can’t find one that fits him well. Leave in the comments your thoughts?

#anon <3 #cevans characters hcs #lloyd hansen #andy barber #jake jensen #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #johnny storm

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