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k-pepp · 3 months

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With the final season of YR coming up, I’ve been thinking about Wille’s journey again. Because he’s 16, we won’t know if he actually chooses to renounce his title or remain in his role as future king, but I have a feeling this season will give us an indication which way it will go. So, before we get any type of confirmation, I want to get my current thoughts out. I’m aware that a lot of YR Tumblr skews toward King Wilhelm so my pro-renounce post might not resonate with anyone and that’s ok. I just want to put all my thoughts together before S3 comes along with something that totally blows all my opinions and assumptions out of the water 🙂 I understand the idea of wanting Wille to be King because he could be such a great leader. He is kind and compassionate and can be good at taking charge. BUT just because a person could be good at something, doesn’t mean they should be forced to do it. My number one reason for being in favor of Renouncing his Title is the sheer fact that Wille doesn’t want to be King. He doesn’t want the title. He doesn’t want that life. Wille has been shown a multitude of times talking about how he struggles with the duties that come with being a prince. Whether it’s with Erik:

Or August:

Or Boris:

(honestly, this boy will spill his guts to anyone who is willing to even half listen to him. My god. I’m so glad they gave this poor kid a therapist) He's also talked about how he feels trapped in this position. For him, to renounce the throne would be freedom. Freedom to live a life he actually wants.

Even the mere idea of staying in his current position makes him physically ill.

Some people take the end of episode 2x06 to mean he’s moved beyond all that and accepted his role as the future king. I didn’t personally see it that way. I saw it as a combination of a few things. 1) When come face-to-face with it, he just couldn’t let August give the speech (But the fact that he was initially willing to let someone who distributed revenge porn against him become king really speaks to how much he definitely doesn’t want that position) 2) He didn’t want Simon to have to compromise his happiness and give in to a situation he didn’t actually want 3) He didn’t want to hide anymore. He wanted to be himself. Wille is a person who craves authenticity. Which brings me to a bigger point… Life as the Crown Prince / King is inherently inauthentic. One of the main pro-King arguments is that he would blaze his own trail and do things his way. But how? Being a member of the royal family is a job. The basic responsibilities of that job are to do things like diplomatic visits, hosting events, being part of photo ops, schmoozing with people… pretty much all things having to do with putting on a public persona. It’s great that he could be himself in the sense that he would be the first queer Crown Prince / King, but the baseline duties he would have to fulfill are still inherently inauthentic. And I don’t know how he would “do it his way” aside from just not doing it. He hates putting on fake smiles

the photo ops

the schmoozing with people

Erik even told Wille, the way to get through that stuff is to just pretend to be someone else.

We know he’s capable of doing it. We saw how charming he could be at Parents Day weekend. But that was because he wanted to sit with Simon and impress Simon’s mom. Other than that lunch, he mostly hid in his room. And it goes back to my original point. Just because someone may be good at something doesn’t mean they should be forced to do it. (And yes, even if he walked away from the line of succession, he could still have familial obligations, but it wouldn’t be anywhere near the level of what is expected now) At this point, Wille is only continuing as Crown Prince because of a commitment to his family. Mainly Erik.

He doesn’t want to let him down or feel like he’s betraying his legacy. To Wille, Erik was perfect. We only saw two full conversations between them and in both conversations, Erik was telling Wille to get his act together because “it’s not that hard”.

That quote is probably something he told Wille a lot. So much that Wille later regurgitates it to Boris. Three different times.

Going on to say that Erik could handle everything easily.

Based on the fact that Erik was going to Boris, he probably wasn’t managing everything with ease. But in Wille’s perception, he was. Wille is basically chasing a ghost. Self-imposed pressure of unattainable perfection. He bears a guilt that pushes him to want to be someone he thinks Erik would be proud of. The problem with that is, Erik was a monarchist. Maybe he struggled a bit (which is why he went to Boris), but based on the things he would say to Wille, he backed the monarchy / family completely.

Ultimately, I just want Wille to be happy. Maybe S3 will completely change my outlook and I’ll root for him to become king because that’s what he wants. But right now, I think he only wants it out of a sense of obligation to Erik. And honestly…maybe my most controversial opinion…if he did stay in his position because of Erik, he probably wouldn’t change that much within the institution. I mean, he couldn’t change much even if he wanted to. He wouldn’t be allowed to do big things without the consent of the Swedish parliament and maybe a public referendum. And I doubt he’d even have the capability to make small changes. As already pointed out by @piebingo in this great post, Kristina didn’t actually want August to be next in line. But she was overruled. The Royal Court has a lot of power and making any sort of reforms or independent decisions is not that simple. Especially within an establishment that relies on keeping everything exactly the same. But even if that weren’t true. Even if Wille could snap his fingers and make all these huge changes… part of me doesn’t think he would. I know a lot of the folks who are pro-King Wilhelm want him to become the king just so he can completely destroy it from within. But to me, in Wille’s eyes there would be no bigger betrayal to Erik’s legacy than Wille burning the institution to the ground. And if he wants to live up to Erik’s legacy. Not betray him. Not let him down. He will act as he thinks Erik would act. If Wille becomes king because of Erik, he’ll maintain the establishment because of Erik. And he would be miserable doing it. Miserable and without Simon. Yes, my other controversial opinion. If Wille stayed as king, Wilmon wouldn’t make it. Simon is described to us as a socialist. One of his introductory scenes is him calling the monarchy the country’s biggest welfare scammers. I can’t imagine Simon giving up his musical dreams to join an institution that he hates. I also can’t imagine Wille letting him do that. That was such a big part of Wille’s growth in Season 2. Wille wouldn’t let Simon sacrifice his happiness for the sake of his own happiness (being with Simon). Even if Simon didn’t end up pursuing something in music, he made it clear in his talk with Rosh and Ayub that he wants to work hard to make something of himself.

I mean, look at him. Look at this sweet baby angel’s face when he’s told he has an opportunity that will open doors to his future. I can’t imagine him giving up his ambitions or autonomy to become prince consort. Having to live every day under royal rules and protocols. Maybe he would. I personally can’t see it. And finally, I know a main reason people like the idea of King Wille is because we like the idea of a queer king. But as much as we all want queer representation; I don’t think it should be anybody’s responsibility to be the political representation that people want to see. Wille shouldn’t be in a position he hates because he’s queer. A queer person living their life and getting out of a toxic situation is also good representation. A person can’t fix the problem by becoming part of it. Having him be the face of an institution that’s been about exploitation and oppression isn’t going to solve it. It's always been said by Lisa and Edvin that Wille’s problem is not that he’s queer. It’s that he’s a prince. Everything about what’s making him unhappy is about him being prince / the future king. Him walking away from his title would be about him escaping a future that would make him miserable. Personally, that’s what I’m hoping for.

#I’m sure all of this will be useless when S3 comes out #Since Wille is only 16 it’s pretty useless now 😅#But I’m happy to finally have these S1 and S2 thoughts out of my head #young royals #pro (eventual) abdication

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scribbledghost · 7 months

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Ambush

Pairing: Elder Yautja (T'Kua) x Reader (gender neutral, no Y/N)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: violence, minor character death, angst, fluff, hostage situation, one suggestive line of dialogue

Note: I've had this idea bouncing around in my brain for weeks, so have a fic. Lemme know what you think of my boy T'Kua :)

Dawn has just broken over the jungle horizon when you are wrenched from your slumber. You are groggy as sleep leaves you, just barely registering that T'Kua, your mate and the elder in charge of the hunting party currently camped here, has launched out of your shared bed and begun to hastily don his armor.

"What's going on?" you ask as the sounds of war meet your ears.

Something is wrong. Very, very wrong. The camp should be secure. There should be no fighting here.

You stand just as T'Kua finishes gearing up, intending to go outside to inspect the surroundings, when he puts an urgent hand up to you.

Stay, the action says. A command you reluctantly accept.

With that, T'Kua grabs his biohelmet and leaves the tent. In the flash of the outside world you see as the flaps close behind him, you see only smoke and chaos.

You pace around the tent as the sounds of gunfire, screams, and screeches meet your ears.

Humans, you realize. There should be none of those on this planet, save for you. Every fiber of your being longs to run outside, to try and see if you can aid in the conflict. But you know that if humans are indeed in the camp, then they are just as likely to shoot anything that moves before they realize you are one of their own kind.

You shudder to think of what T'Kua would do should that come to pass.

Time is meaningless within the tent. It could have been minutes or even hours before the commotion outside abruptly halts. You strain your ears, knowing the humans are speaking outside, but they are just far enough to where you cannot parse their words. So you take the opportunity to peek outside of the tent flaps.

Your stomach drops at what you see.

T'Kua is on his knees before a squad of heavily armed men, arms strung out to the side.

Clever, you think. He can't reach his detonation device without both hands.

The rest of the hunting party, T'Kua's brothers and fellow yautja you've come to bond with as well, stand tersely around their leader.

Some are injured, a fact made evident by the spatters of bright green blood clinging to their bodies. Their weapons are lowered, but you can tell each of them are like tightly strung bows, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The humans' weapons are trained on T'Kua, and before you can stop yourself, you launch yourself from the tent into a run towards him.

"Stop!" you cry.

T'Kua's helmet jerks towards you, a pained growl leaving him as you sprint in his direction. You pay it little mind as you skid to a stop in front of him, arms spread wide as if mimicking his posture.

"Stop," you pant, "don't kill him."

You faintly hear one of the men in the firing squad utter an "oh, what the fuck" under his breath.

The air is thick with tension. Again, time matters little. You aren't sure how long you stand there, arms out in a feeble attempt to protect your mate, before the lead human lowers his gun.

"...What the hell are you protecting that... thing for?" he asks.

You pause as you think of how to explain it in a way they would understand. You know immediately they would never fathom that T'Kua is your mate; that you have the same sense to protect him as he does for you. You are unsure if they would even understand that the hunting party, and by extension the yautja as a whole, are your people. You've been with them for years. You feel more kinship with them than you ever had with other humans during your years on Earth.

"Don't kill them," you say, a desperate attempt to skirt the question and refocus on the issue at hand. "They won't harm you if you're not a threat."

Too late for that, you think. Even if the humans were to drop their weapons now, they had already sealed their own fate when they ambushed the camp. Still, it was all you could think of in the moment.

A low, furious growl from behind you undermines your statement.

"Bullshit," another man says. "They've killed five of our men already."

"Because you ambushed us," you reply.

The leader huffs a sarcastic laugh. One that settles coldly in your bones.

"Us," he repeats. "Looks like they've got you thinkin' you're one of them and not some pet for 'em to kill off when they've... had their fun."

You would've understood the implication even if he hadn't raked his eyes down your form with a salacious grin as he said it.

Another growl from behind you - this time coupled with the sound of straining rope and several other angry chuffs from T'Kua's brothers.

You want to refute the man's claim. Try and reason with him. But the atmosphere is much too tense for that now. One more foul insinuation and you can't promise a safe outcome for anyone - human or yautja.

"Look, I don't know why you're here," you say, "but if you just let us go, we'll-"

"No."

The sound chills you. T'Kua rarely speaks ooman, such language typically reserved for quiet moments between the two of you. But this is no soft moment.

"They die."

The world stills for a breath that seemed to stretch into eternity.

"Any of you freaks move a muscle," the leader says before pointing his gun at you, "and your little pet dies first."

A pause. You can practically hear the gears turning in T'Kua's head as he wracks his brain to come up with a plan. In the meantime, the lead human speaks again.

"We're from United Corp," he states. The name doesn't ring a bell, but then again, you've been away from Earth for years. "Here to scout."

You faintly hear T'Kua behind you, speaking in yautja tongue to his brothers. You can only pick up on a few words as the man drones on before you.

Ready.

Kill.

Protect.

Then, just barely loud enough for you to hear, T'Kua utters one more word in ooman.

Down.

You drop to the ground, hands over your head as guns fire, ropes snap, and yautja screech. Your eyes are pinched closed against the dirt, faintly registering the sounds of death on both sides and the feeling of a heavy presence above you.

It isn't long before the sounds of carnage end, replaced by an unsettling quiet that's punctuated by heavy breathing. You flinch as you feel a hand gently touch your shoulder, then relax when it is followed by a familiar quiet chittering.

"Over," T'Kua says softly. "Safe."

You roll onto your back before opening your eyes, seeing your mate hovering above you. A couple of his tendrils are severed, and there appears to be a deep gash along his left shoulder. It comes as a sudden shock as you realize he accepted injury in exchange for shielding you. You push yourself upwards, sitting upright as you try to wrap your arms around his torso. You allow only a moment of quiet tenderness before you're moving to stand.

"We... we need to leave," you say. "They might not be the only scouting party here."

T'Kua nods and stands with you. You watch as he bows his head, then follow his gaze to find two of his brothers lifting another's lifeless body and carrying him in the direction of your cloaked ship nearby.

There will be plenty of time to mourn once the ship is in orbit. For now, you follow T'Kua's lead and bow your head for a moment before going back to your tent to pack your things.

T'Kua is conspicuously solemn as he gathers the pelts on your shared bed. Something deeper than grief. It isn't until you catch him staring at the detonation device on his wrist that it hits you.

In yautja culture, when one loses a hunt, it's over. Yautja either return victorious, or they do not return at all. T'Kua had been captured. Despite the fact that he had ultimately won in the end, in his mind, he had lost the hunt. He lost one of his own. As their elder, it is his duty to watch over them.

Of course, death is an accepted outcome of every hunt for a yautja. But that does little to ease the pain.

You wish to comfort him. Wish to reassure him that he had not lost. But time is of the essence, and there is little left to spare as you continue to silently dismantle and carry the hunting camp back onto the ship.

Watching T'Kua pilot the ship away from the planet you've called home for the past several months is bittersweet. The hunt is not finished, but it cannot be helped. Yautja do not know the concept of retreating, but given the unknown number of more humans on the planet and the lack of preparation that comes with it, it is better to return to Yautja Prime for now until more reconnaissance can be done. You have little doubt that this is the last time you've seen this planet.

Injuries are quickly tended to before the yautja return to the front of the ship to mourn. Once the proper funerary rites are performed for T'Kua's brother and the ship is bound for home, you follow your mate to his quarters. As the door closes, you tenderly grab his wrist and remove the detonator from it.

"You did not fail," you say softly as you sit the device on a shelf.

T'Kua removes his biohelmet and places it next to your bed. He turns to you, resting a hand against your cheek.

"Almost... lost you," he says slowly. "Did... lose..."

"I know," you answer, placing your hand atop his. "but you killed the enemy. The rest of us are safe. I'm safe. You did not fail."

"When you came to me," T'Kua says, then pauses, "...scared. Very scared."

It is nearly unheard of for T'Kua to admit fear, but he will do so when it comes to you. Perhaps not when others are present, but you know he fears for your safety. And you know that today did not do anything to assuage that fear.

You decide not to discuss it further. There is no need to. Instead, you reach up to his shoulder to run a hand along the skin near his now-healing wound as you look at the several tendrils that are now considerably shorter than the rest.

"You got wounded protecting me," you say softly.

"Is nothing," he responds. "You are mate. Will kill for mate. Will die for mate."

You need no reassurances to know he means it.

T'Kua removes the rest of his weapons and armor with your aid, placing them in their proper places before you reach for him and guide him to bed. Yautja Prime is a long way away, and the others are more than capable of piloting the ship in the time it will take for T'Kua to rest.

He lies with you, pulling you to him before you close your eyes and focus on his heartbeat beneath your ear. You will be surprised if he actually sleeps, but you suppose any rest at all is better than none.

He runs a tender mandible along the crown of your head as holds you tighter.

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #ghost scribbles

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archangeldyke-all · 2 months

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Sevika × Lawyer!reader

I feel like Sevika would be spilling all the gossip. We all know this woman doesn't dance around the point, and her lawyer is just like, "NO. You CAN NOT say that on the stand."

this is SO funny it reminds me of a post that i'll try to find from a while back where someone was like 'sevika didn't even try to keep vi a secret from jinx she just loves to gab' jlsafkdjlfak

also, i have no idea how court proceedings or law in general works, so this is just me bullshitting lmaooo

men and minors dni

when you first started out as a lawyer, you were broke as shit, young, and incredibly overworked as a public defender.

in your first year practicing, you defended a man named silco, who was being charged with drug trafficking. his case was easy-- there wasn't enough evidence for a proper prosecution-- and you managed to get him off with no charges.

five years later, he approached you again. apparently, in the time since you'd last seen him, silco had built himself a successful shimmer business. you were still broke and overworked, but you weren't young and idealistic enough to want to be a public defender much longer. so, when silco asked you to become him and his crew's full time criminal defense lawyer, and when he showed you the paycheck he was willing to give you for your help, you eagerly took him up on his offer.

now, you're working full time under silco's employ. your typical day consists of giving silco legal advice, or bailing his teenage daughter out of jail. his crew is smart, they rarely get caught, but every once in a while you have to enter the courtroom to defend one or another of his goons who tripped up.

like today, for example.

sevika is silco's number two, his right hand woman. you've met her a few times in passing-- she likes to lurk, standing behind silco's desk as the two of you talk or chauffeuring the two of you down to the local precinct to get jinx out. but you've never had the chance to talk to her.

at least not until now.

sevika was arrested, suspected to be the ring leader of the local shimmer ring. she isn't, of course, and it should be relatively easy to get the charges dropped.

it should be.

but as you're talking with sevika in a private room, coaching her for her time on the stand, you realize that this might be one of the hardest cases of your life.

because sevika can't keep a secret to save her fucking life.

"okay, so where were you the night of the 24th?" you ask. sevika blinks.

"oh, was that a friday?" she asks. you nod. she chuckles. "i remember. me and silco were testing out some new product in his office all night. we got a bit carried away... called some girls over, drank the bar dry, heh, it was a good night." she says, smiling.

"sevika, we practiced this!" you say. sevika blinks at you.

"o-oh shit, right. uh, i was at home, in my apartment." she says.

"were you alone?" you ask.

"uh... yes?" she tries. you groan, and move onto a different line of questioning.

"what's your relationship to silco?" you ask. sevika cringes.

"ew, fuck, don't say relationship." she mumbles. you chuckle. "he's my boss." she says.

"and what do you do for work?"

"me or silco?"

"both."

"well, silco runs the operation, i keep his clients and goons in line."

"and what, exactly, is that operation?" you ask. sevika gulps.

"uh. b-buisness?" she tries. you snort. "he runs a bar." she says, biting her lip to keep from talking, likely trying to keep herself from adding on 'and he's the biggest shimmer producer in zaun.'

you're impressed by her restraint, and you smile at her. she grins.

"and what do you do to keep his 'goons' in line?"

"beat the shit outta them. sometimes more, if they really fucked up." she says, shrugging. you groan, leaning forward to smack your forehead against the table between you and your client.

"sevika. you're fucking with me, right?" you ask, dropping your lawyer voice to talk to the woman across from you. she hums.

"trust me, hotstuff, if i was fucking you, you'd notice." she says, smirking. you groan.

"that's not what i--!" you cut yourself off to take a deep breath. sevika grins. "don't give me that smile, you're gonna end up in prison if you don't get your act together!" you scold. sevika shrugs.

"would you come visit me?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at you. you huff.

"cut it out." you say. "this is serious, sevika, how the fuck are you so bad at lying?"

"i dunno. fuck do i have to lie for? i say what i mean, and i mean what i say." she says. "like, for example, i'd really like to get to know you better. both mind and body." she says, smirking again. you can't contain your laugh, despite the growing concern you have for the woman in front of you.

"i can't go out with clients." you say. sevika pouts.

"why not?"

"i could lose my license." you say. you shuffle through your papers as sevika eye fucks you, trying not to get distracted by your attractive client. "okay, let's try some easier questions. when did you start working for silco?" you ask.

"ten years ago."

"and he immediately appointed you to second in command?"

"fuck yeah he did. have you seen me fight? he'd be stupid not to."

"sevika!" you cry. she blinks.

"what?"

"you can't say that! you can't say any of this!" you rant, raising from your seat to begin pacing. "you-- do you want to end up in stillwater? because that's where you're headed if you don't get your head out of your ass and start taking this seriously."

sevika blinks at you, a smirk on her lips, one of her eyebrows raised. "you're hot when you're angry." she says. you could strangle her. instead, you throw a handful of papers at her head. she squawks and dodges them, and you scrub your forehead in frustration.

you take a break, slumping down in your chair and collecting your thoughts. sevika pulls out a joint, and you make grabby hands for it. she snorts as she hands it to you.

"don't think you're supposed to get high on the job."

"yeah, well you're giving me a migraine. gimmie." you demand, snatching the joint out of her hand and putting it between your lips. sevika just giggles, lighting the end for you as you inhale. "thank you." you say after a moment, exhaling the smoke and passing the joint back to your client. she takes a hit and relaxes back in her chair, her eyes not leaving yours.

"fuck are you looking at?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"you're very attractive." she says simply. "i've always thought so. and now you're all huffy and angry at me-- it's only making me like you more." she says again. blunt as ever. you sigh.

"tell you what." you say after a while, taking the joint from her mouth and putting it in your own. you take a hit, rising from your seat and rounding the table, before sitting on the table top right in front of her. you blow the smoke out in her face, and sevika blinks up at you, stars in her eyes. "if you start taking this seriously, and if you don't end up incriminating yourself on the stand, once the charges are dropped-- which they will be if you get your shit together-- i'll let you take me out to dinner." you say.

sevika grins. "really?" she asks. you nod. "dinner and dessert?" she asks, her eyes dragging down your body. you snort.

"don't push your luck." you mumble. sevika just smiles.

she ends up getting her act together pretty quickly after that. you aren't sure if she was truly that motivated by your offer-- or if she was just being obnoxious before-- but either way, you're happy.

when her day in court arrives, sevika's cool, calm, and collected. you aren't. you're nervous as shit, worried that she'll slip up while being questioned.

before the judge arrives, sevika nudges your foot with hers under the table. you look up from your papers to stare at her. "what?" you ask.

"relax. 'm not gonna fuck up a chance at goin' out with you." she whispers. you huff a laugh.

"you're ridiculous."

"mhm, and you like it." she says.

she ends up doing great. there are a few moments where she nervously eyes you from her spot on the stand, and you have to dig your nails into your palm to keep from mouthing the lies you'd rehearsed together to her. she figures it out though.

and when court is dismissed, after the charges being dropped, you don't even leave the courthouse before sevika's tugging you into a supply closet and pressing you against the door.

you smile at her.

"i did it!" she says, giddily. you giggle. "you did it!" she adds on, shaking you by your shoulders. your giggle turns into a full-blown laugh, and sevika grins at you.

"congratulations, sev, you're a free woman."

"free to do this too, right?" she asks, her hands coming up to cup your face. you snort and nod.

"i guess a deal's a deal." you say. sevika giggles.

"oh please, like you haven't been counting down the days until you could get your hands on me." she mumbles, rolling her eyes. you giggle and shrug.

"i plea the fifth." you say. sevika laughs, and then you tug her forward by her suit jacket to press her smiling lips against yours.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 5 months

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I don't know if you're taking requests, but I'll take a chance haha, I read His Girl and became completely obsessed with Garrick because of you haha, could you make Garrick possessive/jealous of the female reader he says he hates, pleeease?

Well... I caved in. As always it's not exactly as the request but still something along the lines. 🤍✨🫧

Silent worry

"These are the petrol stations for today, hand them out to the squads", Garrick dropped a stash of papers next to you. You frowned at him instantly, "Our squad is supposed to be on a rest this week", you grunted, flipping through his plan. "Things change, hand them over. The first squad is supposed to leave in fifteen minutes", Garrick said bluntly.

"No they are not", you say firmly, and Garrick instantly raises an eyebrow at you. "I'm second in charge. You run this shit through me. They are not ready and will not fly. End of the conversation, Tavis", you pushed off the wall trying to size him up but in all honesty, who were you kidding? The guy was at least twice your size. His power was lethal. He didn't listen to people ordering him around. Unless it was Xaden or someone from the upper management.

"I gave you an order. You're not gonna follow through?", Garrick leaned over you. You hated that the height difference allowed him to look down on you lime that. You bit the inside of your cheek. You knew that you had to follow his orders but this was unheard of. The same squad that was supposed to fly now had only come back hours ago. Most of the cadets were still asleep.

"I'm telling you that I don't agree with your decision", you said through gritted teeth, "As a section leader you should know better". That was enough to ear a growl from Garrick. "You're getting too comfortable in your own position", he snarled, "Forgot what tasting dirt beneath other's boots felt like so quickly?". You know that Garrick can see the hurt that flashed through your eyes. You flex the muscles in your jaw. No, you were not gonna break beneath this man's gaze.

"Knock it down you two", Xaden's warning voice boomed as he and Bodhi walked towards you both. You drop your gaze yet you could almost swear that Garrick was about to say something but he had chosen against it at the very last minute. "Why are you too bickering once again, huh?", Bodhi draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him playfully but the tight smile on your face didn't ease. More anger, however, flared in Garrick's eyes. Gods, you were done with this. Pushing Bodhi's hand off you. You shoved the papers into Garrick's chest, "I'll form a squad myself and we will leave when I say that we leave", you hissed, sparing him one last look as you pushed past them.

"Was this necessary?", Bodhi asked as he moved to lean against the wall. "No one asked for your opinion, Bo", Garrick huffed as he looked down the balcony at you rushing down the stairs. "You're too harsh on her", Xaden mused. "We don't cuddle cadets, Riorson", Garrick bit back coldly. "Right, but she's a friend. A part of our close group, not some newbie", Bodhi noted firmly, clearly getting fed up with watching you two bickering back and forth no doubt. "She deserves better from you, man", Xaden tapped his shoulder as he turned to step away. As if Garrick didn't know that himself. But he wasn't grown on love. All he had was Xaden and then along the way, they found people they could trust. But emotions... Let's just say managing them had never been his strongest asset. "Fuck it", Garrick grumbled as he pushed away from the railing, turning to the stairs. Bodhi chuckled in the background, "Don't forget to tell her that you love her", he shouted from behind, only earning a vulgar gesture in return.

He had just rounded the corner when Chradh's voice echoed through his mind. Save yourself the running, she already left. Garrick let out a frustrated growl, How many did she take with her? There was a beat of silence. Three, others declined. Declined? How dare anyone decline your orders? The squads were as much under your command as they were under his. Before you blow up and embarrass yourself, she gave them a choice. No, he was going to have a long conversation with you when you came back and Garrick was more than ready to remind you just how you don't ask but give orders.

What he didn't know was that he was going to get long hours of waiting. Filled with nothing but self-sabotage. You should have been back a couple of hours ago. No matter how much he tried Garrick couldn't focus on anything. He was clueless in the class that he paid zero attention to. He didn't hear most of his friend's conversations. Training had taken some of the toll but only for that time. Only while he was punishing. One swift hook under another. The bag cracked through the seams. "Right, tiger, step aside", Bodhi called out but his joke didn't land and Garrick had him pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye. Xaden quickly cut in, pulling at his lifelong friend, "Outside now", there was no question in his voice, this was a demand.

Garrick rubbed his hands over his face. The cool breeze helped but it also reminded him that the sun was setting down. Meaning now it was way WAY past the time you were meant to be back. "She will come back", Xaden said calmly, "So whatever that's brewing inside you now", he gestured to his friend, "let go of it because she will be too tired to deal with your bullshit". Garrick knew that himself without anyone having to tell him.

"You know", Xaden moved to stand next to him, "You're miserable company when Y/N is not around". They both snickered quietly but Garricks's face glazed over first. "And whatever that you're thinking now is not true", Xaden cut In quickly, "Not that you deserve any praise but she likes you just the way you are", "Fuck you", Garrick muttered, turning away from his friend, "Violet made you soft as fuck". Xaden only smirked, "I would do anything for her. We both have sharp edges and scowls but they see right through it".

He sat in the courtyard after that. Glaring at the darkening horizon as if that somehow prevented the night from settling in. You humans are unbearable creatures Chradh mused. Ask her dragon where they are. A chuckle sounded, I enjoyed watching you sweat way too much to do that. Garrick was about to fight back as the sound of the wings filled the sky. It had to be you. It had to. All other squads were back. He had chucked dozens of times. The moment your blue dragon came in view Garrick nearly sank to the floor. You were seated. Your posture seemed strong. You had to be fine.

The moment everyone dismounted Garrick stepped forward. Crossing the distance between you two. Your dragon merely rolled his eyes. "You three are dismissed", he said bluntly to the cadets motioning for them to get on their way. They slowly looked among themselves before their eyes fell on you. "I said...", Gaarick started again but you quickly cut in, "Go you guys, I'll see you in the morning. You did great", you said softly, offering them a tired smile, that they quickly returned. Shooting Garrick a dirty look as they walked past, already engaged in a conversation of their own.

Your shoulders slump slightly, "Let's hear it", you sighed, clearly preparing yourself for Gaarick's harsh words. That flickered guilt within his chest. Had he genuinely been such an ass to you lately, that him getting angry was all you expect? Garrick stepped forward, his arms instantly reaching for your body as he wrapped you up in his embrace. Your body stayed stiff for a moment. The shock of the situation kept you paralyzed before you muttered, "Garrick?".

"Just tell me if you're hurt. Did you get attacked? Does anything hurt?", he pulled away abruptly, looking you over. Your eyes fall on his wind-swept hair, "Have you been sitting here all night?", you asked him softly. He lost a breath himself, halting before he nodded his head. Your face softened as you reached up to cup his cheek, "You didn't have to, everything is okay", "You were meant to be back hours ago and we separated like that and...", a string of frustrated words slipped past his lips. You watched him for a moment before you stepped forward, pressing your head against his chest as you squeezed him to you. Garrick lost a labored breath, his own body relaxing before he pressed a couple of loving kisses along your hairline. Tenderly stroking your back. You looked up at him, "Worrying looks good on you", you teased him softly earning an eye roll, "You sound like fucking Bodhi and Xaden", he huffed but his tight smile curved upwards as you softly giggled. "Come on let's get you fed and washed up", Garrick pulled you alongside him, his grip not loosening on you as you two walked towards the main entrance.

#garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis x you #garrick fourth wing x reader #garrick fourth wing imagine #fourt wing imagine #fourth wing x reader #iron flame imagine #iron flame x reader #xaden riorson x reader

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jaz-it-up · 11 months

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okay so. in the newest Imp & Skizz podcast ep (the one about the Life Series, for those who find this later), Skizz talks about the concept of the boogeyman. specifically, he talked about a really interesting Reddit post he saw, framing him as sort of the creator or the source of the boogeyman curse.

(if the op of that Reddit post should happen to find this, I apologize if I'm just reiterating things you've already said.)

so, according to that post (or at least Skizz's summary of it), the boogeyman actually starts back in 3rd Life, when Skizz charged the Crastle out of sheer bloodlust and permadied in a 2v1 against Impulse and Grian. that kinda lines up with Martyn's lore, which I'll get to in a second.

this theory of Skizz being the source of the boogeyman curse continues throughout the rest of the seasons; he was in Last Life and Limited Life, both of which had boogeymen, but he was not in Double Life, which did not have the boogeyman mechanic. plus, Skizz has never actually been the boogeyman. he said it was kinda like a transfer of energy; he can't be the boogeyman because he created it.

this is where Martyn's lore comes into play.

the boogeyman curse, according to Martyn, was created as a means for the Watchers to feed on even more trauma and negative energy than they already were. and Skizz - he's a positive presence. he's a sweetheart. he's kind, he's a leader; hell, he took the time to compliment every single person on the server during Limited Life. of course he can't be the boogeyman. there's no negative energy to feed off of.

now hear me out: that's because the Watchers are spreading it to everyone else.

maybe Skizz's energy is too concentrated, or maybe there's something else about it that the Watchers don't like. they can't work with Skizz's negative energy the way that it is, so they spread it out to the other Players in the form of the boogeyman curse.

I'm not sure where I was going with this, I just haven't seen anyone talking about the theory of Skizz being the source of the boogeyman curse.

#the red string board #imp & skizz #limited life #liml #double life #3rd life #3rd life smp #double life smp #last life #last life smp #life series #limited life smp #traffic life series #traffic life smp #skizzleman #jaz.original

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aragornsrockcollection · 1 year

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Look, I love Maglor.

Maglor makes me feel things.

I am firmly in the camp that Maglor is the Most Gentle Feanorian, he hates violence, he sees the wrong in all they do, he has an immense amount of empathy.

And don’t you see… this does not make him The Best Feanorian, morally superior to his brothers, pure and good.

This interpretation… kinda makes him the WORST of his brothers?

Maedhros stands aside when the ships burn. He believes abandoning their cousins and people is wrong and takes a stand no matter how futile. Maglor doesn’t. Maglor burns the ships.

We don’t know that Maglor thought that was wrong, we don’t get his perspective in that part of the story. But once we start getting his perspective we get him arguing against the final acts of murder that would retrieve the Silmarils, with full knowledge that it is a bad thing to do… and then doing it anyways. I think Maglor knew burning the ships was wrong.

If you interpret Maglor this way… he doesn’t come out looking good. At least Curufin and Celegorm had conviction that attacking Doriath was right. Going along with it knowing it’s wrong is WORSE. It’s FUCKED UP.

Maglor, in many ways, is a coward. Not when facing the enemy, but when facing his brothers, or his father. He may have had the most of Nerdanel in him of his brothers, but he didn’t get her spine, her ability to say “no this is wrong” to someone she loves, and step away. I even think Maglor’s “no this is wrong” was internal until the very end, when he only had his closest brother left.

There is a period where Maglor is in charge, after Maedhros’s capture. And a lot of people headcanon Maglor having a lot of guilt over his inaction in this time. I agree he has a lot of guilt over it (I think guilt and conflicted emotions drive almost everything Maglor does) but I also think this is the BRAVEST AND MOST CORRECT MAGLOR ACTS IN THE ENTIRE FIRST AGE. The Noldor should absolutely just be seeking to survive at this point, trying to rescue Maedhros would get them all killed. Inaction is the correct call here, despite pressure to do otherwise.

And also, I can’t remember if I made this up, but I have a memory of Curufin and Celegorm both clamoring for Maglor to give up the throne in favor of Celegorm, who is absolutely a more decisive leader in line with what their father would have wanted. Fending this off would be the only recorded time when Maglor stood firm against his brothers.

Some people portray Maglor taking in Elrond and Elros as an act of defiance against Maedhros, to which I say… why? Maedhros frantically searched for Elured and Elurin to save them, he clearly was very against the murder of children, and Maglor has exactly zero instances of putting his foot down against Maedhros.

Tl.dr. Maglor having the most developed moral compass of the feanorians, far from making him a perfect angel, actually mixes with his actions and inactions to make him INCREDIBLY flawed in a completely unflattering way, and I think that’s fascinating.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #jirt #silmarillion #silm #jrr tolkien #Maglor #Maedhros #feanorians #characterization #look #I feel bad for Maglor #he was not equipped to be in the position he was in and do the right thing #but that does not make it right #I bet people will be mad at me for this #just my take #doesn’t have to be your take #he was brave when it came to battle?

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cinnamonpolvera · 1 year

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Who’s in charge? Javier Peña x f!reader***

Summary: Javier Peña and you had been partners for eight months now, which has been nothing more than a competition over who should call the shots. One evening, Javier’s stubbornness fucks up a mission which unravels a steamy fight.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Content Warning: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sexism, physical violence, powerplay, dom!reader, sub!javi, oral sex m! & f! receiving, rimming. Maybe more please read at your own risk. Also typos (unedited).

Word count: 4.5k

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You furiously walked into the office, steady steps you walked the minute your foot was out of the Jeep. The door behind you would’ve made a loud bang when shut closed were not for the person that stopped it, who followed your steps as you were both yelling at each other.

You turned around and faced him, looked into his eyes with one of your deadly stares. You were confrontational, you stood your ground, you had a strong personality. You always had, so it had not been that difficult for you to put people in their place in order to get what you deserved at your field of work. You were a woman, a woman working for the DEA, an environment filled with men who would always want to feel superior than you. So, you always made sure they understood, from the begging, how hard-working and serious you were and, luckily, most of the office quickly realized you actually were a good agent. All of them, to different extents, did, except for your partner, Javier Peña.

Eight months had passed since you were transferred from your native country and working place to Colombia, where you and Peña were assigned together. Since the moment you were first introduced you realized this was not going to be any easy for you. And you were correct.

Peña was stubborn. He always wanted to take the lead, to call the shots. Now you understood that at first, because you were the same, because you too were a leader. But when this leadership of his started to try to walk over you, to ignore your suggestions, even some of your orders when you were in charge of the whole group in certain situations, you understood no more.

This time, he had crossed the line. Not only did he ignore your suggestion, which was a suggestion even if it was spoken as an order, but with doing that he jeopardized the entire mission. And that, you could not forgive. This stupid power game you and him played had gone too far.

“What were you thinking?” you fumed, arms crossed on your chest and your entire body tensed due to the anger.

“It was a fucking stupid idea” he yelled, point his finger directly at you as he walked towards where you were standing.

“How the fuck would you know?” you were the one raising her voice now. The office was almost desolated, except for you two and some late workers, since Javier had jeopardized today’s job and made you both lose an incredible amount of time.

“Because it was! It made no sense! It would’ve gotten us killed!” he belted, stopping his steps once he was close enough, but not touching your body.

“What you did could’ve gotten us killed, Peña. You didn’t think, you didn’t observe, you didn’t calculate. We almost had to fucking run away out there” you lowered your voice now, left arm still under your chest while enumerating every point you made with your right index finger.

He stepped closer to you, he looked so furious you thought steam would start to come out of his ears. But oh boy were you furious too. And you were done, you will let him know how far he fucked up this time.

“Now who the fuck do you think you are to come here and explain to me how to do my fucking job?” he demanded on a lower voice.

“I’m your partner, Peña, whether you like it or not. And this time, I was the one you suggested we go out there, I was the one who studied Miguel, who “befriended” him at the bar last weekend, who fucking knew how we should act based on what I learned about him.” you furiously explained “So this time, I was the one calling the fucking shots. You should’ve stayed in your lane. God knows I stayed in mine when I had to.”

“I doubt you really gathered any information that night at the bar, cariño.” he scolded, sarcastically laughing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned, more furious than before, if that was even possible.

He brushed his thumb against his bottom lip and smiled “Well you just looked so needy I began to think you weren’t really acting just to get information out of him.”

Javier felt his left cheek burning, a small tickle as the ghost of your hand.

You had just slapped him.

He looked at you dead in the eyes, grabbed your wrist and bumped your back against the wall. “Fucking bitch” he hissed.

You quickly changed positions, freeing your wrist from his hold and now grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, his back on the wall now “No, you’re the fucking bitch here. Now you listen to me Javier Peña and you listen to me good.” your grip tightened on his shirt with your every word “I am done with this power game you like to play. I am your equal, and you’re gonna learn to respect me and my decisions as your co-worker. You are not my superior.”

Javier was furious. Furious at you, for the words you were spitting and the fact that you so easily broke from his hold, but also furious at him. At the fact that you, even for a moment, physically overpowered him like that. And that he liked it.

You were strong, that he knew. He also knew you were stubborn, that you stood your ground and made everyone respect you. You and him were too much alike in that sense and maybe that was why you couldn’t seem to work together without fighting.

But in this situation, this specific situation in which you showed your physical determination was just as strong as his, his mind started to wonder.

You were hot. You were a beautiful woman, and that he knew. He had imagined many times what you’d sound like under his touch, how you’d succumb to him. How your pretty mouth would feel against him.

But that was it.

All of those thoughts would evaporate the moment you looked at him and let him know how much you hated working with him, how his mere presence seemed to bother you so much.

But oh wouldn’t he daydream of fucking you. Wouldn’t he stroke his cock hard and fast at the mere thought of you whimpering under him, moaning his name.

Moaning. You moaned so pretty and loudly. He knew that. He knew that because he heard you. One night. In the apartment complex you, Javier and Steve lived in.

He was kissing goodbye one of his lady friends when he saw you through his squinted eyes entering your apartment holding a man’s hand. He grunted, pushing his lady friend and murmuring a goodbye, closing the door shut on her face.

But that was not it. Soon enough he started to hear you. Your moans resonating so loudly he began to wonder wether the whole building was listening or if it was only him, your next-door neighbor.

He stroked his cock so hard that night despite having fucked another woman. And he made sure all of the girls he fucked from then on moaned just as loud. He asked them to. He wasn’t sure if he wanted you to be jealous or curious enough to knock on his door. He just knew he wanted you to hear.

“I sure should be” he grabbed your hands from his shirt collar in order to get you to let go of him “I should be your fucking superior. I should be the only one making decisions here.” He walked past you, starting to make his was out of the office.

Opening the door, he heard your voice behind him “Lo que te hace falta a vos es que te pongan en tu lugar.”

What you need is for someone to put you in your place.

He exhaled. Quietly shut the door that was only ajar, and locked it. He turned around and your eyes met. His brown eyes looked somewhat darker now while he was painfully slowly walking towards you.

Your noses were almost touching when he, sharp and clear, whispered “¿Por qué no me pones tú en mi lugar entonces, cariño?”

Why don’t you put me in my place then, cariño?

You squinted your eyes, trying to find any hint of sarcasm in his. But you failed. He looked dead serious.

You eyes grazed toward his mouth now, slightly open, and it looked oh so tempting. That bottom lip you’d love to bite until it bled, that moustache you’d love to wet.

“I knew you were a fucking chicken” he hissed as he started to grow distance between the two of you.

But you did not let him. Instead, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt for a second time, it being already wrinkled, and you pulled him in for a kiss. He grunted the second your lips met, probably because of the aggressive landing, and he happily followed your pace.

Not very steady, though, your pace: you were a little impatient. The fucking tension you and Javier had been building between you two chocked you, and today was the icing on the cake. Because today, it had gotten much more physical than before with all this wrist and collar grabbing.

Your kiss was sloppy, it was needy. His hand were on your lower back and yours still on his shirt collar. You bit his lower lip, just like you had imaged doing seconds ago, and he groaned.

Your left hand abandoned its place and moved to the back of his head. You grabbed some of his hair and you pulled, you pulled with enough strength to make him break the kiss. He whined.

“I’m gonna put you on your fucking place now, Peña.” you dictated and he nodded with his head, looking at you directly in the eyes while erratically breathing.

You locked eyes while your right hand, still on the collar, made his way through his chest and abdomen, until it got to the lower part of his stomach. You untucked his shirt from his pants and gently caressed his happy trail. You bit your lip, feeling all of that hair. You found that so hot.

You had found yourself catching a glimpse of it several times in the past, whenever he stretched or did whatever movement that allowed that part of his body get some seconds of air. It turned you on so fucking much.

Your hand kept going down, and you started to caress him on his now-tighter jeans. His breath heavier and heavier.

“I love this fucking pants you always wear. They make you look like such a little slut, wanting every woman’s attention on you.” you muttered as you started to unbelt his belt.

He bit his lower lip “Ever catch your attention, baby?” he whispered.

You smile as you get his belt off his jeans, letting go of his hair and walking behind him “You have no idea, agent.”

Javier wondered what you had in mind, and his question was quickly given an answer when you grabbed both his hands and made them meet each other on his back. He gasped, and messily but incredibly quickly you made of his belt a pair of handcuffs. It was so smooth you got him wondering how much practice you had.

That thought bothered him for a second.

But quick enough to make his mind go blank, you appeared in front of him again. You pulled him in for a second kiss, one much slower and steady, but equally wet. You started to unbutton his shirt, your hands caressing his chest as it got bearer every second.

He wanted to touch you. He wanted to undress you, to get your already hard nipples, that were showing through your shirt, on his mouth. He wanted to get his fingers wet with your juices and hear you moan his name under his touch. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t, and it seemed his cock knew he wasn’t getting any of that soon because it wouldn’t stop twitching under his tight jeans.

“Please—“ he whispered, pulling out of the kiss.

“I’m not listening to you today, Peña.” you stated as you finishing unbuttoning the shirt completely “I am here to teach you a lesson. On your knees.”

Your command took him by surprise, his eyes widening a little bit. He muttered something you couldn’t understand and, without breaking eye contact, obeyed. He got on his knees in front of you.

You did your best not to show him how surprised you were. Javier Peña kneeled in front of you almost as quickly as you commanded him to.

You smiled at him “Look at you, being so obedient. You’re finally being good, Peña.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed your clothed core. You gasped for air, took a step back and frowned.

“Now who told you to do that?” you sneered.

“I want you to ride my face. Now.” he ordered.

You nod your head left and right “You’re not the one in charge now” you made clear.

He quickly stood up and kissed you. It was so rapid you didn’t even have time to process it. He kissed you hard. It was a sloppy, needy kiss, in which the sound of your breaths and wet mouths were loud.

With his body, he gently pushed you towards the desk. When your ass felt the cold wooden structure, you pulled away.

You made your made behind him for the second time in the evening “Bend over” you ordered.

“What?” he mumbled.

“Bend over, agent.” you repeated, this time in an angrier tone.

He cleared his throat, and seconds later did as he was told.

You got behind him, your core touching his butt and your chest touching his back. Your hands made their way into the zipper of his pants, and you started unzipping them.

“Now Peña, why are you such a disobedient little agent?” you whispered on his ear as your hand started to caress him through his underwear.

“I wanna fuck you so bad” he grunted.

You chuckled “Oh, you will not. Believe me”

He grunted “We’ll see about that, agent.”

You quickly got him off of his pants and underwear as those words left his mouth, and you slapped his ass.

He groaned.

The room was filled with silence.

“Okay” he whispered after a while.

“What did you say?” you called for him to speak louder.

“I said–“ he cleared his throat “I said okay.”

You leaned towards him again and kissed the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Your hand found its way toward his front again, and you grabbed his now bare cock.

God. You found yourself second-thinking your later statement now that you felt his length on your hand. His hard, throbbing and already wet from precum felt so good in your hand.

You started softly stroking it, as he groaned.

“Mmm” you said on his ear “Javi, you feel so good I might as well think about it now” your tone had changed. It had soften drastically, and he noticed it too.

“Yes, baby. I would love to fuck you. If– if you let me.” The words left his mouth unsurely, but you quickly reassured him as you caressed his hair and made a throat approving sound.

“You’re becoming a good boy, mi amor.”

He nodded as he felt your hand go faster. You kept stroking his cock as you got on your knees behind him “Baby, spread your legs for me will you?” you asked this time.

You didn’t command anymore. You asked.

And he noticed that.

He quickly did what he was told, leaning forward toward the desk. He found his own breath stuck on his throat when he felt your mouth cupping one of his balls.

“Fuck–“ he groaned.

You giggled, sending vibrations throughout his whole body, and continued to stroke and suck. Your free hand gently caressed the palm of his well-tied hands, and he shivered under your touch.

It then made its way towards his buttcheek, and slapped it, loud and hard. He moaned, whispered your name.

You let go of his balls and he groaned. You licked your thumb and immediately went back to giving his balls attention.

Fuck, that drove him fucking crazy.

He found himself not breathing for the god-knows-what time in the evening when your thumb started to gently, very softly caress his perineum.

He couldn’t believe you were doing this. Surely, he had been curious enough in the past to go past what you were doing right now, but he never thought someone would actually do it to him.

And it drove him fucking crazy.

“Baby” you called from behind, stopping the strokes on his cock “I’m gonna untie you know, okay? I want you to stroke your pretty cock while I do my job behind you”

He nodded, even when unsure if you could see. You stood up to untie him and leaned forward once again, while softly grazing your thumb on his wrists to caress them after having been tied. You whispered into his ear “Javi, if you ever want me to stop, just ask. Don’t be afraid to do so.” You made clear.

“I won’t” he softly answered and you nodded.

It was the first time you ever called him Javi. He loved it. He loved the contrast you were giving him this evening, too. Slapping him, restraining him, ordering him around and now paying so much attention to his body, his response, his pleasure, his comforteness. It was driving him fucking crazy.

You drove him fucking crazy.

His train of thought quickly stopped when he felt your hands separating his butt cheeks, on your knees again “Touch yourself, baby” you commanded and he obeyed.

You spit on his asshole. The mere sound of it made him groan but what made him stop breathing was the feeling of your complete mouth on his fucking ass.

You were eating him out.

Your tongue was caressing his hole so eagerly, all he could do was stroke his cock. Hard. The combination of sensations was driving him mad. It was heavenly. You groaned behind him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

His name left your mouth several times “F–fuck. Yes. Yes, please.”

You giggled and, oh God wasn’t he close.

His body started to vibrate, to shiver, to tremble. He was about to cum.

He called your name. This time, waiting for an answer.

“Mhm?” you asked, mouth busy.

“Fuck. Can I– Can I cum?” he cried.

Goodness, the fact that he asked in that whiny voice made you get your right hand under your pants and start touching yourself.

You started circling your clit “Yes, baby, you’ve been so good for me. Cum. Please cum.” you responded and got your mouth to it again, moaning on his asshole while inserting two fingers on you.

The moment he heard you say the word please, a huge load made its way out of his redden tip. He groaned, moaned, almost screamed your name as his seed met the office floor.

He took some time to calm his breath. He got up from the desk and turned around, to look at you.

What he saw almost made his cock hard again. You were on the floor, riding your fingers as your left hand was squeezing your breast. Your eyes were shut, you were biting your lower lip.

“Stop” Javier dictated, his deep voice contrasting with the whimpering mess he was two minutes ago.

You opened your eyes and met his gaze “What did you just say?” you asked softly.

“Get up” he cooed your name.

You cleared your throat and did as he told you. What the fuck were you doing? Weren’t you the one who got him on his knees half an hour ago?

Oh but you didn’t mind, you knew that at the back of your head. You wanted to command Javier as much as you wanted him to command you. You could play both roles and much to your surprise, you had found out Javier could too.

“Look at you, so obedient now, cariño. Sit on the desk for me. Legs wide open.” He requested.

You did as you were told. You sat on the desk and you opened your legs. Javier’s gaze went down to your clothed core. You were wearing black pants, and he found that the fabric was even darker around your pussy.

Fuck, he was going to get hard again, no doubt about it.

He walked towards you and pulled you in for a kiss. A sloppy, hungry kiss as if it was your first. It finished almost as soon as it started though. He gripped your legs and closed them in order to get you off of your pants and panties.

He kneeled before the wooden structure and put one of your legs on his shoulder, the other one up the desk.

“Look at you, getting on your knees without being asked to” you teased from above.

“We’re not so different from one another, I see” he chimed, planting warm kisses in your inner thighs. One of your weak spots. “If I remember correctly, just some minutes ago you were on your knees, behind me, and fucking fingering yourself, agent.” He softly bit your flesh.

You gasped and giggled “Mhm. That’s right baby. I still have to kneel in front of you, though. Javi I want you on my mouth so bad.” you cried.

He looked at you with an eyebrow up, not revealing the fact that that statement got his blood rushing towards his cock once again “Now, do I hear begging?”

You shook your head “Te estoy dejando saber lo que pasará la próxima, Javi”

I’m letting you know what’s happening next time, Javi.

He chose to ignore the fact that you stated that there was going to be a next time. Not because he didn’t want there to, God knows he fucking did; but because your smell had been hitting his nostrils for quite some time now and he felt so fucking hungry.

The second his tongue came in contact with your soaking folds, you screamed. You didn’t mean to, but it took you by surprise and you were almost dripping in anticipation.

A sound came out of Javi’s throat and the pulled you to the edge of the desk to be able to have access to more of you. His tongue was on your entrance and his nose against your clit, touching it so persuasively. You effusively moved your hips back and forth to masturbate your own clit with it.

“J–Javi next time I’m riding that beautiful face and that– that beautiful nose of yours, understood?” you stated and he grunted, an approval noise coming out of his mouth and sending vibrations through your whole body.

The fact that you called him beautiful did not go past him.

“You bet your beautiful ass you are, cariño” he agreed and directed his mouth towards your clit now, sucking it hard.

“Oh, Javi!” you cried.

You moaned loudly, you cried, you whimpered. Your usually deep voice turned to a high-pitched tone that moment, and that made Javier crazy. The versatility your body held made him go out of his fucking mind.

“I love your fucking moans. You don’t know how many times I touched myself ever since I heard that blonde bastard fuck you” he confessed as two fingers slipped into you, feeling your tightness around them.

“You– you what?” You asked, astonished, but somehow hornier from that confession. You looked at him, bitting your lip in order to suppress your moans so that you could hear him.

He nodded “Mhm. You got me so hard that night” he started to finger fuck you slower, making you whimper even when your lip was almost bleeding from your biting.

“I was alone” you confessed.

His fingers stop for a second “What?” he asked, looking at you with his brown doe eyes.

You nodded “I remember. I was alone. I got home with Jack but when I saw you making out with your lady friend, I had to kick him out. It wasn’t him that I wanted”

His fingers started to move inside you slowly again, this time finding your spot, making you loudly moan and feeling a warm, creamy wetness coming down “You made yourself scream that loud?” he asked. His voice had dropped an octave and he was looking at you dead serious while you were dripping on his fingers.

“Estaba pensando en vos, Javi, por favor” you cried, your hand reaching to your clit.

I was thinking of you, Javi, please.

You didn’t need to ask twice. The thought of the both of you, touching yourselves thinking of each other, was enough for him to make his mouth meet your clit again and eat it out aggressively. Slurping you, sucking you raw. The sounds filling the room were so filthy it got you even closer.

He was so loud while eating you out. It turned you on so fucking much “J–Javi I love the sounds you make” you whimpered.

He groaned, he cried on your pussy. You were so fucking hot. He wanted to tell you he loved the sounds you were making but fuck, he couldn’t find himself growing any distance between his lips and your core. He was addicted. He fucking loved it.

He fucking loved you.

“Javi fuck” you moaned “I’m so close baby please, you’re so good” you cried.

Your fingers locked themselves into his hair, pulling him closer, if possible, and pulling from it. He learned that only made him harder.

“Cum for me cariño. Acaba en mi cara” he managed to mutter.

Cum on my face.

As if on command, you did. You came so hard, so loud, his name leaving your mouth, echoing through the whole office. A few tears rolled down your face from pleasure and you tried catching your breath, still occasionally whimpering. You were shaking. Javi was looking at you while sucking you clean. You met his gaze and pulled him up when you were already overstimulated.

He got up his knees and looked at you, wiping the tear he just saw rolling down your face.

“Did I just make you cry?” he whispered softly against your lips.

“You did” you confirmed, pulling him in for a deep, slow kiss. Your hands touching his skin gently this time, with the mere purpose of caressing his body. They made their way into his wrists, softly taking them into your hands, pulling them apart from your hips.

You broke the kiss and conducted his hands to your lips, to gently place warm and sweet kisses where his wrists had been marked by his belt.

He melted under your touch, carefully inspecting your every move. You looked up and smiled “What?”

“Go on a date with me” he said softly.

You smiled and peck kissed him “Bueno, mi amor”

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enigma2meagain · 1 year

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RESTRICT Act: The TikTok Ban is a Smokescreen for PATRIOT ACT 2.0. EDIT: KOSA and EARN IT Act are also back.

EDIT: So now we not only have RESTRICT to worry about, but we also have the EARN IT Act and the Kids Online Safety Act to deal with.

See here for my previous post on it. Fuck Blumenthal and Blackburn for trying to bring back two pro-censorship bills on top of the RESTRICT Act.

And Evan provides some insight on it.

EDIT: SO it turns out that Meta IS partly behind this, but it’s also due to Silicon Valley AND the government wanting more power and control. More information in the links provided below.

EDIT: List of Sponsors has been removed for easier reading. You can still find the list in the Link to the bill itself.

EDIT: Meta-related information apparently incorrect. Updated for accuracy.

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Here is a link to the bill:

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This RESTRICT Act is EXTREMELY authoritarian and violating privacy and the 1st Amendment. It’s being disguised as being about banning TikTok, but it’s VASTLY overreaching and basically gives far too much power to the government.

How bad is this bill? Bad enough that pretty much every side of the political spectrum opposes this bill once they took a closer look at it beyond the TikTok smokescreen.

The following points were articulated succinctly by tumblr user @logan-galbraith (used with permission):

This act, while saying it's to insure American's personal information will be safe from foreign powers, it goes much deeper than that.

It will give the United States Government the power to remove and ban ANY online service they deem "a security risk" while making it so they do not need just cause and do not need to clarify or release a public statement.

It allows them the power to gather American's data without our knowledge or consent and even force us to submit documentation for anything they wish.

It protects the government from scrutiny on this, and if you try to speak about it and inform people on what it ACTUALLY allows, they can claim it to be false information and charge you.

It prevents you from using a VPN as it's seen as a breach of information security, thus they can charge you. (Uncertain on accuracy. Crossed out until more concrete information is revealed)

Failure to abide by these "guidelines" can lead to a fine up to ONE MILLION DOLLARS and/or 20 YEARS in prison.

And above all it does NOTHING to prevent AMERICAN companies from collecting and selling your data.

It doesn't matter what political party you're on, because BOTH parties in office want this. This is not about sides. This is about the ENTIRE government stripping our rights away so they can keep lining their own pockets.

And that’s what the TikTok ban really is; a smokescreen for Congress to grab more power. This is the PATRIOT ACT VERSION 2. This has BIPARTISAN support and approval from the Biden Administration.

The scary part is that this bill is being approved under THIS administration...and it’s STILL incredibly bad.

What would end up happening if an openly fascist leader were brought into power? All of sudden, ANYONE and ANYTHING could become a target or considered an adversary under the flimsiest of pretenses.

What should YOU do?

Well, the same thing as past horribly invasive bills like EARN IT and KOSA; we make a LOT of noise, and get the word out.

While there has been increasing amounts of negative press and opposition on this bill, it’s hard to tell how much this has really slowed thing down. As such, getting the word out on how bad this bill is CRUCIAL. Make it EXTREMELY CLEAR that the TikTok ban is just a smokescreen, and that this is nakedly authoritarian and dangerously unconstitutional.

And PLEASE call your Senators.

Find your 2 senators numbers here.

Fax them, email them.

Tell them they MUST oppose this bill. Calmly make it clear to them that if they support this bill, then you will vote for someone else who doesn’t go along with this blatant act of authoritarian intent. CONTACT any major human rights and cybersecurity related organizations and let them know about this bill. Get this out to any local news groups that you can.

There’s some petitions by groups like ACLU: https://go.peoplepower.org/letter/tiktok-ban

They are betting on people being blissfully ignorant of this, that it’s “Just about a Silly App”, so they will not expect you to contact them about this. They are trying to weasel this through in order to give themselves more power, and we won’t be able to do anything about it without the risk of being jailed or censored.

Here’s a part of a rough script if you need one. Add in more based on what is relevant:

"Just to make you aware I do not support the TikTok ban and I do not support the Restrict Act. If this bill is passed I will not support any official who supports that bill. Instead, I will be spending all my time and energy supporting your opponents in the primaries."

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A list of links/citations:

Truthout Article 4/02/2023: Restrict Act Critics Call the Far-Reaching “TikTok Ban” Bill a “Patriot Act 2.0”

Dailydot Article 3/10/2023: “The RESTRICT Act isn’t about banning TikTok—it’s designed to force a sale”

Lawfareblog.com 3/23/2023: “Two New Bills on TikTok and Beyond: The DATA Act and RESTRICT Act”

Reuters Article 3/28/2023: “If TikTok is banned, brace for epic First Amendment fight”

VICE Article 3/29/2023: The 'Insanely Broad' RESTRICT Act Could Ban Much More Than Just TikTok

Reason Article 3/31/2023: The RESTRICT Act Would Restrict a Lot More Than TikTok

ArsTechnica Article 3/31/2023: Meta can’t buy TikTok, so it hired GOP operatives to run a smear campaign

https://twitter.com/evan_greer/status/1642721929013362688?s=46&t=9ilK5pqP73XDblTtTbb4Qg

https://twitter.com/Imani_Barbarin/status/1640527908790837250?t=nTf7qCAcXB1s1RE-fb2Cwg&s=19

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#STOPRESTRICTACT #tiktok ban #RESTRICT ACT #Fuck the RESTRICT Act #internet censorship #free speech #stop internet censorship #Mass surveillance #internet privacy #everyone for this bill wants to be even richer #legislation #politics

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we're slowly finishing things out here boys. companion piece to this one.

we got 4.3k more words of childhood best friend Tav (who I made a wizard because). act 3 edition this time 🎉

~*~*~

There it was: home. The city you had grown up in. How long had it been since you'd seen these streets? How many months had you been venturing across the Sword Coast with a mission to stop some gods? However long it had been, you were here now.

It was a bittersweet reunion, though. After your meeting with Gortash mere moments ago, no one was feeling particularly at ease. Wyll and Karlach in particular were half seething about the tenuous alliance you'd formed with the new archduke. You had no intention of making good on his offer, but safety from the Steel Watch was the only way you were going to get anything done.

Gale led the charge, his targets set on Sorcerous Sundries. He chatted away about the various books and baubles he'd found there over the years as you walked the busy streets.

Glancing back, you noticed your favorite vampire lagging behind the group. He stared up at the buildings and at the bushes that lined the pavement, all with stars in his eyes. They dimmed when he caught you watching him as he glanced away, awkwardly.

You slowed your pace to fall in step with him, leaning in to whisper as you walked. "You never look at me like that."

"Nonsense." He scoffed, waving a hand at you, dismissively. "Have you seen yourself after a battle? Half the time it takes all my focus not to look at you like you're my next meal."

"Half the time I am your next meal." You gently bumped your shoulder against his. "What's up?"

"Nothing, it's just… it's been two hundred years since I've seen these streets in the sunlight. It's all so… colorful." His gaze drifted back to a small pot of lovely blue flowers as you passed by.

It was so genuine, you couldn't help yourself. You reached down to link your fingers with his, giving his hand a soft squeeze. "Do you remember the last time we were here?"

"Oh, darling, of course I don't."

"That's all right, neither do I. Why would I have taken you to the magic trinket shop?" You tossed him a cheeky grin as he rolled his eyes and yanked his hand away.

"I can't fucking stand you, you know that?"

"I know."

"If you two are done flirting back there," Gale's voice stopped you as you both became aware of all the attention now of you. "As our intrepid leader and person with all our gold in their bag, I do believe Tav should be heading this mission."

"You just don't want to talk to Rolan." Shadowheart chided, continuing past Gale and into the magic shop.

He turned on his heel, following after her, his voice dropping to a hissed out whisper. "We don't want the person selling us things to be angry with us and I can't keep my mouth shut, you know that."

Every so often you forgot you were still on a mission. Sometimes, as you perused a bookshelf and your companions squabbled over who should get to use a certain magic item, it all felt so mundane. Like it was any other day out with some friends.

Astarion was stood beside you, flipping through a book absentmindedly as you debated whether the magical benefit of the boots you were holding outweighed the fact that they didn't really match your outfit.

"You bought me a ring here." He broke the comfortable silence between you, without looking up from the book. You glanced over at him, tilting your head and humming a curious note in response.

"I remember." He continued. "When you had first started learning magic. You brought me here and I didn't understand anything you were saying. I remember you being so excited, though."

He'd stopped turning the pages of the book, just staring at it like he was reading the memory off it's pages. "You bought me a ring, a cheap little thing, because you wanted me to feel what it was like, casting spells, and you couldn't get me to figure out how to do it without an item to help."

A wistful smile found it's way to his lips as he glanced up at you. "I'd entirely forgotten. I always kept it, you know. Even though I absolutely did not get what you felt with magic. It was a nice gift, though."

You laughed softly, reaching out to grab his hand again. "Well, I'm glad you liked it." He didn't remember much about the specifics of your past together. You couldn't blame him, he'd been through so much. Every so often though, something would trigger a memory for him.

He smiled at you warmly for a moment before pulling back to put his book away. "Don't get those boots, by the way, they're hideous."

~*~*~

It was a gorgeous night. There was a faint chill to the air that left your cheeks a bit flushed, but nothing unmanageable. It was comfortable and quiet. The stars were beautiful, twinkling like little diamonds in the sky. Perhaps you should've been a bard, with thoughts like that.

The rest of your companions had gone to bed, while you and your ice cold vampire lingered by the fire. He was laying on his side with his knees drawn up close. His head rested in your lap as your fingers brushed lazily through his curls.

Neither of you minded the silence, you just enjoyed the comfort of being next to each other. He was still pretty averse to taking your intimacy too far, not that you minded. He had plenty of reason to be and you felt no need to push it. These moments were more than enough for you. The two of you had centuries of quiet, lovely moments to make up for.

Of course, nothing lasts forever. Eventually he broke the silence, turning his head to glance up at you. "Can I ask you a… strange question?"

Well that could be literally anything. "Sure?"

He turned back to the fire, settling back in. "Do you remember what color my eyes were? I know they're red now, I've been told so many times. I've heard they're gorgeous." He drolled, sarcastically.

That wasn't exactly what you were expecting but it did melt your heart a little. You obviously knew, though you felt it was probably wise to pretend you didn't have that answer already nocked on your bow. "Oh, um…" Nailed it. "They were brown. Like a deep, cool brown." That was probably too much.

He just hummed in response, seemingly unbothered that you would remember the undertones of his eyes after two centuries. "See, I couldn't remember. I've tried to picture it but I always felt it was either brown or an icy blue. I think my mother had blue eyes like that."

"I think so." You could probably count the number of times you'd spoken to his mother since you moved out of her home at 20. You did not know the color of her eyes.

"It doesn't help, I really don't think I even know what I look like anymore. I haven't seen my own face since I became a vampire." You hadn't really thought about that, honestly. He'd mentioned being unable to see his reflection once or twice but you'd never actually grasped what that must be like for him.

"Oh. Get up, get up. Stand up, I have an idea." You gently pushed on his shoulder, getting an irritated whine in return.

"I'm comfortable."

"I know but get up."

He groaned, pushing himself off the ground with a huff as you quickly followed suit. Your eyes sparkled as you quietly muttered an incantation. Astarion tried to raise a question but was silenced as you finished the somatic component of your spell.

All of a sudden, standing in front of him, reflecting his shock, was a mirrored image of himself. Just as perfect and lovely as he was. He just stood there for a moment, staring at himself in the firelight. "Oh… Gods, do I really look that old?"

You couldn't help laughing at him softly as he reached up to touch his face. He stared intently at his copy as it mimicked his movements. "We are almost 250 years old."

"I look older than Halsin!"

"You do not. And I know you think he's gorgeous, don't even act like that's an insult."

"You never let me bitch the way I want."

"I don't let you pretend you're blind, apparently." You were so glad this went well. There had been a vague worry that he might be more upset at seeing himself as a vampire but he mostly just seemed fascinated by his features.

"Well, all I can say is gods no wonder everyone always said they were 'blood red.' Seems a little on the nose though, don't you think?"

"I think they're beautiful."

"Of course you do, you have to or I'll cry." He threw you a grin before turning back to the reflection. "Thank you, for this. I always knew supporting your studies would be useful to me some day."

You rolled your eyes at him, a warm smile lighting up your face. "I am ever at your service, my love."

~*~*~

If you were being honest, you wanted to be a little selfish. Astarion had told you enough stories of his time with Cazador that you could feel the ache to end his pathetic life deep in your bones. You knew Astarion had far more claim to the act than you did, but that didn't stop you from craving it.

It didn't help that there was a part of you that wanted to beg Astarion just to stay at camp. You would take the party and destroy Cazador without him being able to even look at your darling again, let alone hurt him.

But you also knew that wasn't what Astarion wanted or needed. He had to be there, he had to be the one to kill Cazador. Besides, ever since Raphael had told you the nature of the ritual, he'd been obsessed with the idea of stealing that power from him.

You didn't care for that aspect of things. It was a delicate subject and you knew how fragile Astarion was when it came to Cazador. You had to tread lightly every time the subject had come up.

As you stood there in front of the door to the ritual chamber, everything was coming to a head. The uncertainty of the situation gripped your heart, you had no idea what world you would be walking back into once you stepped through those doors.

Over the months you'd been together, you had gotten better at reading Astarion's body language and expressions. He was still difficult to pin down at times and, when he really didn't want to be read, it was like staring at a blank wall.

Now was one of those times. He was stiff as a board, staring at the door ahead of you all. His jaw was locked and his fists clenched so tight at his sides you could see them starting to tremble.

"We'll follow your lead." Your voice was gentle, as you covered one of his fists with both of your hands. "I'm here, I won't let him have you no matter what. We're going to destroy him."

He drew in a shaky breath, his hands stilling in your hold. "Make him suffer." Without another sound he forced the large doors open, drawing the attention of everyone gathered at this Black Mass.

After a moment of stillness that settled in the enormous chamber, Astarion began to move down the stairs. He held his shoulders squared as you followed directly behind, the rest of your party in tow.

"Can it be?" You'd never heard Cazador's voice before. You didn't expect such a slimy, petulant tone but, then again, it was so fitting for such a repulsive man. "Has our prodigal son truly returned to us?"

You watched with building pride as your love held his ground. As he spoke out of turn and insulted the man who had ruined his life. He deserved it, and you did your best to be an imposing figure behind him, though you suspected Halsin was doing a better job of it.

It wasn't until he threw a punch that you realized how dangerous this endeavor truly was. You saw how easily Cazador controlled his body, despite the parasite granting him some level of autonomy. It clearly wasn't enough as you'd hoped.

He was ripped away from you, thrown helplessly into this ritual. A countdown started, you only had a matter of moments before he would complete this ritual. You had to move. So why were your feet locked to the floor?

You stood there, staring in horror at Astarion, locked into this ritual, desperately watching you. Your mind flashed with images of him being destroyed right in front of you. The idea of losing him again, especially now that you were closer than you ever could've dreamed, it paralyzed you.

You felt someone push you forward, you heard Gale's voice. "Move!" He sent a bolt of lightning straight past you, directly into the chest of one of the creatures that fought to defend Cazador.

It was all you needed. Your mind snapped back to the present, a fire burning in your eyes as you and your party waged a bloody battle against the vampire lord. Someone had managed to pull Astarion out of the ritual, buying more time for you all to kill the monsters and bats that defended Cazador from your attacks.

You heard it before you saw it, a choked out sound as Astarion ran a blade through that vile man's chest. You watched him discorporate as he was pulled back to his coffin to regenerate.

Now that he was gone, you made quick work of the remaining threats, until the room was nearly silent. You could hear Astarion's footsteps splashing through all the blood that was spilled as he sprinted towards the coffin.

No one was doing well. It was a vicious, bloody battle that you narrowly managed to win. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Shadowheart pouring healing magic into a half dead Karlach. Gale had immediately collapsed against the nearest wall, clutching at a wound in his side. Halsin was the only one doing even remotely well and that was only because he could turn into a bear over and over. You knew this fight had wiped him of all his wild shapes, though, and he still was battered and bruised.

Astarion wasn't faring any better, but he didn't seem to care. He shoved the lid of the sarcophagus open, ripping Cazador out and throwing him to the ground. You saw a fury, a bloodlust in his eyes that you'd never seen before. It was terrifying really. He clutched the ritual dagger in his hand as he stalked towards the now pitiful looking vampire.

You didn't know what to do, honestly. You didn't know what Astarion was going to do. You watched as he threatened the man before him, as he taunted him with the idea of taking his place in the ritual.

It didn't feel great, but you felt a spark of hope in your chest when Cazador explained that the ritual would just destroy him if he tried to replace him. Maybe this would convince him he couldn't ascend.

That hope was dashed as he turned to you. "I need your help. I can use the parasite to look through your eyes, copy my scars onto him. I'll complete the ritual, then I can protect you." His eyes looked so gentle and hopeful. It was so sweet compared to what he was asking of you.

"Astarion…"

"Please. I know you think it's a bad idea but I need you to trust me. I'll be free. Powerful. Strong enough to protect you. To protect myself." He looked so desperate. "If I do this I won't ever, ever have to leave your side again. No one would be able to separate us again."

It was so rare that one could recognize a life-changing moment from within it, let alone have time to prepare. And here you were in that exact position, no more prepared than the moment you first learned what was to come. You had to respond to him and you still didn't know what you were going to do. "I… can't…"

You could see the heartbreak in his eyes as he stepped closer to you, still keeping his blade pointed towards Cazador. "My love… this is the only chance we'll ever get at this. Help me with this, we can be free forever. Together."

"Astarion, this isn't you."

"No." He hissed, his eyes darkening. "This isn't what you want me to be. You still want me to be the old Astarion. The best friend Astarion. Awkward little pathetic weakling Astarion. That Astarion is gone don't you fucking get that, after all this?"

He was so angry, you were so scared.

"I don't want old Astarion. He's not you, I know that. I'm sorry if I ever make you feel like that's who you have to be." You stepped a bit closer, reaching a hand out, tentatively. "I buried him 200 years ago, he's gone.

"But there's a new Astarion. Right in front of you. Whatever happens now, you're not going to walk out of here the same. I- I'm going to leave this room, hand in hand with a brand new Astarion. You have to choose right now who he's going to be." Your eyes filled with tears as you spoke. You'd made your decision. It didn't matter that you could feel the others hanging on your words with varying levels of disapproval.

Your voice was so soft, nearly getting lost in the vast, open chamber. "I love you, Star. I trust you. Whatever you need, I just want you to be someone you're proud of."

You watched his face flood with emotions that you couldn't begin to keep up with. Truly, you couldn't imagine what he must be feeling but you imagined it felt a lot like drowning. The hand that held the dagger trembled. His eyes flicked between it, you, and the cowering worm at his feet.

He was so obviously torn, split between a decision that would change him forever. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, you hoped against hope he would make the right choice.

For a moment, as his face hardened, you feared he was about to choose this ascension. To destroy seven thousand souls and marr his own beyond repair. Then he turned, gripping Cazador by the hair as he rammed the blade into his chest.

Over and over and over, you watched as Astarion eviscerated his tormentor, coating his hands in Cazador's vile blood. Your heart broke, hearing the way he screamed. Two centuries of anguish ripping it's way out of his lungs and it wasn't enough.

He stopped gutting the man long after he had stilled underneath him, finally sitting back on his heels. The air was still and heavy, broken only by an agonized sob that struck you straight to the core.

In an instant, you were at his side, kneeling into the pool of blood that surrounded him. You weren't sure what to do, exactly. If you should try to comfort him or just let him get it out. You reached a hand out, ever so tenderly touching his shoulder, just enough to let him know you were there.

He didn't even look at you, he just collapsed into you. He clung desperately to your shirt as sobs wracked his body. Every emotion that had his heart clutched in their grasp bubbling to the surface and spilling over. It broke your heart to hear him cry like this, even if you knew the core of it was finally, finally relief.

After a minute or so of weeping into your arms, he pushed himself back. He swiped at the tears that stained his face, only succeeding in smearing blood everywhere. "Gods… you've got to stop letting me do that."

"I won't." You reached out to try to clean some of the blood from his face. You all needed a good bath.

~*~*~

The camp was quieter than normal. The battle has taken its toll on all of you. Everyone was dead asleep as far as you could tell. Save for you and your darling.

You were curled up together in your tent, he was practically laying on top of you, with a leg tossed over yours and an arm wrapped tight around you. His head rested comfortably against your chest as you ran your fingers lazily through his hair.

It was so soft and wonderful. You had been so afraid of what today would bring but you couldn't have wished for a better ending. Your mind wouldn't still, though. Replaying the battle, the choices you made, the choices he made.

"Your heart is racing, love." Astarion's voice shocked you out of your thoughts, pulling you into the quiet present.

"Mm… I just keep thinking about today." You kept your voice so soft, as though you could shatter the moment if you spoke too loud. "Do you think freeing all of the spawn was the right choice?"

"I do." That was shocking, actually. He sounded so confident, especially after being the one to initially raise the valid concern of how dangerous they could be.

"You're the one who made it." He continued. "Do I sometimes think you're too liberal with who you help and why? Sure. But… you've kept all of us safe. And we have so many allies that I would've never made on my own. Because you're so painfully nice. I trust your choices."

That was so much more reassuring than you'd expected. You didn't really know what to say. "Well… thank you." You absentmindedly twirled one of his curls between your fingers.

"That's not really what you want to talk about, is it?"

Of course you wanted to talk about the decision he made. You weren't exactly sure what you wanted to say and you hadn't planned on bringing it up but it was nearly all you could think about. "Only if you want to talk about it."

"I think we ought to." He didn't sound thrilled about the idea but it was kind of a big deal.

You hummed softly in response as the quiet night settled between you again. Neither of you were exactly sure what could even be said.

"Thank you." He whispered, finally, after a few moments of silence. "For… believing… in me. I don't deserve you."

"You deserve the world, Star."

"Maybe. I don't need it though." He sighed softly, his fingers tightening their hold on your shirt. "I was angry with you, at first, you know? I wanted you to say yes. I wanted you to support me with your whole heart. I needed that power so badly, and you wouldn't tell me that was okay. I was furious.

"But, and you do have to bear with me because it's horribly cheesy, but I walked outside with you. I was free, we were together and I just- ugh.” He sighed. “I really did realize that I didn’t need it.”

You dropped a kiss to the top of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled back. “That was cheesy, you’re right.” You couldn’t help laughing as he let go of your shirt just long enough to flash quite the rude hand gesture in your direction.

“I mean it, you bastard.” The irritation in his voice was laced with so much fondness your heart ached. “Just because I’m mysterious and unknowable doesn’t mean I’m not capable of genuine moments.”

“You wish you were unknowable.”

“You’re making it so difficult to love you right now, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You laughed softly. “I’m done, I promise. I really am so- so proud of you, you know?” Your other hand came up to cover his, gently running your thumb over his knuckles as you spoke. “I would’ve followed you no matter what but… I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t hoped you’d choose this.”

He smiled softly, closing his eyes and just listening to your heart beating in your chest. Every nightmare he’d ever lived through, every night spent in agony, spent wishing for death - it was all over now. He was free, he was here with you, safe and warm and loved. He wouldn’t say it was worth it, there were so many horrors he knew he would never forget. But he was suddenly, perhaps for the first time, so endlessly grateful he had survived it.

Nothing would change the things he had done, nothing would change what had been done to him. He had been irreparably damaged by so much of it but it was finally, finally over. He could start to mend now. And he had you. You didn’t care that he wasn’t the same person you had loved as a child, you loved him now just as he was, broken and all.

“You made me want to be someone worthy of everything you’ve given me. It wasn’t much of a choice, really. I wanted it so badly because I was so… scared.” He gave a soft, breathy laugh. “You made me brave enough to do the right thing, I suppose. You’ve really made a hopeless romantic out of me.”

“Good. I like when you get sappy.” You grinned, giving his hand a squeeze. “Still. Thank you for choosing this.”

“My darling, I simply chose you.”

#bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion

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supremechancellorrex · 1 year

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I hear a lot of anti-Jedi and pro-Jedi going back and forth on this platform, but I wonder if we're only dealing in absolutes. That's it, everyone on tumblr is a Sith. Confirmed.

But, seriously (I was serious), are the Jedi good? Are they evil? Are they somewhere inbetween? And what is the system they support? Are they being their 'best selves' by the twilight years of the Republic? Am I a jerk? Are they jerks? Are you a jerk? Well... let's look at both sides and canon as it is, and see where it goes.

Should we ignore the problems and implications?

Dogma: "No! We have orders! We have to go through with this!"

First things first, let's start with negativity, because that's life possibly. There are a number of criticisms which are levelled against the Jedi in the canon. The Star Wars writers didn't always just put scenes and lines in for fun.

Slick: "It's the Jedi who keep my brothers enslaved. We serve at your whim. We do your bidding. I just wanted something more."

The Jedi are accused of slavery in Star Wars: The Clone Wars, which was created by George Lucas as Executive Producer, along with Dave Filoni and a whole host of writers working in collaboration. When Slick accuses the Jedi of being his and other clones' slave masters, it is never refuted by any of the characters, even Obi-Wan and Anakin who he is speaking to. It's never refused by the narrative at all.

Canonically, the Jedi as citizens and being military generals act as the clones superiors and also masters by proxy in the command chain. Slick's accusation is that the Jedi "keep [his] brothers" enslaved, not that they even necessarily enslaved them in the first place. He is indicating that the Jedi have power and agency, which they do as natborn citizens, but they don't direct it for justice and meaningful change in regards to clone rights.

Satine Kryze: "I remember a time when Jedi were not Generals, but peacekeepers."

Now, people have argued that the Jedi do help the clones and they are "in charge of [the clones] care", as Master Shaak Ti says during a continuing arguement where her and Nala Se debated on who Tup, Fives and clones in general belonged to as "property". The Jedi could think themselves better caretakers of the clones troopers than natborn officers like Tarkin, although this verges on character speculation. Canonically, we do see evidence of care, such as Shaak Ti advocating for Domino Squad and calling them "living beings" that didn't deserve to be "cast aside", Mace and Plo Koon and other Jedi do show concern for their men's lives.

But, arguably it doesn't account for much when the Jedi are still working in the framework and structures of slavery instead of protesting it. Being kind to clones doesn't mean much when you prop up the meat-grinder of a system that uses them as cannon fodder.

This is exemplified in the show itself.

Ahsoka: "It's every citizen's duty to challenge their leaders, to keep them honest, and hold them accountable if they're not.”

Unjust actors and systems are to be challenged. The Jedi being nice isn't an absolution for their participation in this system, just as a slave master or a deputy slave master being nice in any context doesn't change the fact that they are still in command of slaves getting thrown into the meat grinder every day. If you support an unjust system, you bear responsibility.

And, moreover, despite moments of compassion from Jedi, for people who value life, the Jedi as an organisation still show a concerning ease with clone death as the war progresses. The Citadel Arc is a great example of this. As Clone Trooper Charger falls to his death and collides with a shock mine, Obi-Wan sasses "Well, they know we're here now" as the other clones still are reaching out in horror. Every time a clone dies on that mission, they leave them behind, even Echo (who turns out to still be alive and is captured by the enemy and tortured). However, despite the urgency of the mission, when Jedi Master Even Piell dies, the Jedi pause the mission to give him a funeral and burial even though the enemy is closing in. If there was ever a message that the Jedi value their slave soldiers' lives less, this is it.

Further evidence includes the fact that Jedi Master Pong Krell's casualty numbers were well-known in the military, to point Torrent Company were openly debating them, and yet no other Jedi General had felt the need to propose a military investigation. Additionally, when the Jedi were fed the cover story the inhibitor chips in their men's brain were just designed to make them less aggressive and more docile, there is no evidence they protested this mental violation. Another neglect in a series of many. Taking this into regard, I think the unfortunate implications are clear.

Perhaps the Jedi should find better use for their mind tricks and lightsabers than cutting up droids and planetary militias all while propping up an unjust regime?

Master enablers

Jedi Master Dooku: "The Jedi blindly serve a corrupt Senate that fails the Republic it represents."

Canonically, the Jedi are deeply flawed as an organisation. They are politically centrist in a way that does not benefit either themselves or the Republic in end, shown to be enablers that uphold the system and law as it is, regardless of how unjust.

How can the Jedi have the high ground when they appease a Senate that supports slavery regardless of how the writers try to downplay it? How can they be morally righteous when they bow down, without much resistance if at all, to such system that uses slave soldiers? Clones die under Jedi command, they work in the Jedi Temple as both soldiers and technicians. The Jedi claim they just can't get involved in changing the system because it's beyond their mandate when what's on their doorstep, what's in their temple, is slavery, slavery that they even benefit from arguably to even maintain their transports and technical systems.

For any person or group in any system, there's a breaking point where things have gone too far, but how much one tolerates up until that point says a lot about their moral character. The Jedi were drafted by the Chancellor (Oh you) and perhaps they thought being 'kind' to the clones when they interacted with them was enough, but it wasn't. And while the Jedi continue to believe in the Republic far beyond acceptable, victims mount.

During the Wrong Jedi Arc, the Jedi Order also show themselves in bad light. It would have been one thing to believe Ahsoka was guilty and leave it at that, yet they practically threw Ahsoka under the bus for politics in reality. Mace kept talking about the politics, essentially showing Jedi PR was a more important factor than Ahsoka's life.

Mace Windu: "I understand your sentiment, Obi-Wan. But, if the council does as you suggest. It could be seen as an act of opposition to the Senate. I'm afraid we have little choice."

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan advocated for Ahsoka briefly, expressing doubts at her guilt, but at best casts a vote in her favour when he knows it won't be enough. Give it to Anakin in this instance, at least he did an actual private investigate to prevent a wrongful conviction instead of sitting back. Like Asajj Ventress said when confronted by Anakin, the Order abandoned Ahsoka and appease a Senate that supports authoritarian policies, kangaroo court trials and a slave army. What a state to die for.

Ahsoka: “This is why the people have lost faith in the Jedi. I had, too, until I was reminded of what the Order means to people who truly need us.”

How can the Jedi believe in the Republic to the point they were surprised when they got inevitably screwed over? Again, the narrative supports the idea the Jedi have lost their way and become enforcers for the Senate, however fascist and dangerous it has clearly become. You kind of have to have in order to become key leaders of a slave army when you were peacekeepers beforehand. The Republic is failing, but so are the Jedi. They fight the war with the tools they are given, from their lightsabers to their slave soldiers, with no solution or appropriate concern for the legislative catastrophe happening at the heart of the Republic until they realise Palpatine's been in a little long with his executive powers. They enforce laws, unjust systems and follow orders.

Fives: "I'm sorry. I cannot just follow orders when I know they're wrong. Especially when lives are at stake."

Captain Rex: "You will if you support the system we fight for."

Fives: "I do support it. I do! But I am not just another number! None of us are!"

TCW shows us that following rules and regulations when they're immoral is the wrong course of action, yet no matter the signs and warning, the Jedi continue to play into Palpatine's hands with their misguided patriotism as the Republic becomes increasing draconian and despotic. The most problematic factor about the Jedi is that they don't acknowledge the problems and the fact the clones' situation is unacceptable on every ground. They don't acknowledge the clones' situation, they don't acknowledge the Republic is bad or try to think of solutions to that even if they don't work. The situation is complicated, but the Jedi went along with bad options when they should have known what the Republic was by this point. How can the Jedi enforce justice when they enforce the corruption of it?

The Jedi continue to believe in the Republic and their part in he hierarchy when it seems more akin to a hostage situation with slaves in the balance. If they're blind, they're fools. If they knew, they're knowing enablers.

A tight spot

Obi-Wan Kenobi: "For over a thousand generations, the Jedi knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the old Republic... before the dark times... before the empire."

Now, the flaws in the Jedi are clear, but it's all well and good to critique them. What could the Jedi have done effectively instead? If the Jedi were more keyed in on the Republic's unsalvageable system and decided to be proactive in regards to it, what could they do realistically? Aside from the emotional weight of getting people to abandon their home and a multi-generation relationship the stretches back centuries and centuries, the logistics of getting 10,000 people to desert and transporting them without the Republic and GAR noticing and stepping in feels unrealistic. Not only this, but they'd be ditching the clones to slavery yet again, as it's not like the Jedi can all desert and take the clones with them like they're plushie toys. Each clone is a different individual and deprogramming child soldiers is difficult.

People like Dogma, Neyo and Bacara wouldn't canonically desert without the right circumstances, Captain Rex wouldn't just desert with Anakin, nor could Obi-Wan sashay Commander Cody and his troops away like some of the fandom thinks. A lot of clones were indoctrinated to be loyal to the Republic from a young age. If the Jedi had just flat out tried desert, Order 66 would have likely happened earlier and Palpatine would have easily painted the Jedi as traitors.

Of course, there are the inhibitor chips as also a factor, but we can only judge the moral character of the Jedi based on the knowledge they did have and what they chose to do with it.

Barriss Offee: "An army fighting for the dark side. Fallen from the light we hold so dear. This Republic is failing. It's only a matter of time."

However, this is no excuse for the Jedi Order choosing the worst option out of a bad bunch. The Jedi crossed the moral precipice. They crossed it ever since AOTC when they decided that indoctrinated, slave soldier of dubious origin were just what they needed to throw into the desert meatgrinder that is Geonosis as the war started. There reasons make sense in their way, there's millions of units of droid army marching their way and the Republic and Senate have only a ten-thousand strong Jedi and the Judicial Forces. At the same time, the reasons for that humanitarian crisis aren't justifications. 'Cool motive. Still slavery' applies here.

Ethically, Yoda and Mace shouldn't have just gone along with the draft without any counter-strategy, especially if they cared about the clones as human beings and a people. They could have pretended cooperation and done discreet resistance at least. Of course, the Jedi even if they resisted weren't probably gonna have a happy ending, as generations under Republic thumb had neutered them and taken their passion and power, but they would have taken the moral and right action.

Instead, the Jedi remain the face of the war effort, using a Trojan Horse slave army just given to them with no real protest. If the Star Wars had truly wanted the Jedi to be wholly good, they'd have had them be more begrudging, cynical and weary at being pressured and coerced by the state. There'd be growing Anti-Republic sentiment, which would have been a start. Rebellion, dissent and mutiny would have been even more valuable and expected. Instead, the Jedi Order are loyal to the regime until the very last moments of the war.

In Conclusion

In the twilight years of the Republic, Palpatine really used every weakness of the Jedi against them. As an organisation, the Jedi really can't save themselves. Individuals can, as shown by Ahsoka leaving, but the Republic destroyed the Jedi, it took their soul, it bureaucratised and militarised their culture, and the Jedi just slid down that slope. That's part of why the people felt abandoned by the Jedi, as the Jedi were too melded to the system both functionally and idealistically, trapped in the snake, them and what they stood for slowly digested as they safeguarded and enforced unjust status quos. Even when Dooku was young, as The Tales of the Jedi said, they were already damned. Ahsoka left, every Jedi should have at that point. The Republic definitely would fight an en masse desertion, but it'd have been the right thing to do.

Some Jedi realised and left, others were too committed the belief of a Jedi Order that had become a shadow of what it was. The Jedi are a warning of what happens when governments, hierarchies and religion connect and influence each other for centuries. At the same time, adult Jedi were responsible for their actions, and each could have done more for the clones than they did.

Fives: "We must be trusted to make the right decision, especially when the orders we are given are wrong!"

#star wars #the jedi order #jedi #anti jedi #pro jedi #i try ok #individuals are lovely #the clones #clone troopers #clone rights #the clones deserve better #star wars tcw #the clone wars #arc trooper fives #ahsoka tano #barriss offee

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tumblebumblebee-63 · 2 years

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Things I Need To See If When We Get Rottmnt Season 3

-More Apritello (wait don't leave yet!)

-It doesn't need to be romantic (although they have such a good dynamic I honestly wouldn't mind if they did as long as it was done right)

-but seriously, they're just chaotic together and I need more of that

-Along those lines I also feel like there needs to be more one on one time with April and Leo as well as April and Raph

-Like??

-Both duos are so good and they just don't get enough screen time at all

-Also, I need the turtles + Splinter to actually meet April's parents

-Did I know I needed this until I saw the disaster twins psyched for a nice dinner in their matching sweater vests? No.

-Do I need it now more than ever? Y e s.

-I also need them to actually acknowledge the events of the movie and not just brush past it like it was no big deal. Let it come up later. Let the rest of the turtles be just-barely-noticeably a lot more overprotective when it comes to Leo. Don't tell me they would almost lose him like that and continue letting him be reckless all the time.

-GIVE. ME. MORE. CASEY.

-You CANNOT just add her to the mix and dip like that. I NEED to see how she fits in with the group. Will her and Donnie be completely unhinged together? Absolutely. Will Splinter dote on her like she's his daughter and she'll absolutely love it and swear to make him proud? Probably. Will her and April be an absolute girl boss team together and probably have sleepovers while gossiping about whatever? Y e s. Will she be completely unused to getting positive reinforcement and being part of an actual family who loves her even if she makes mistakes? For sure. But will she adore it? Um, yes!

-Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo

-Will this poor boy be immediately overwhelmed with this responsibility and continuously doubt himself? Yes. But Raph would be giving him tips and pointers the entire time because he KNOWS how stressful it is to keep everyone in line and stop them from getting hurt or worse. Let Leo come to terms with his role and realize he's actually really good at it! Let him be so relieved to finally feel like he has a place on the team and isn't actually a useless screw-up.

-Alternatively, show us how Raph feels about this development! Will he be proud of his little brother for stepping up? Of course! But maybe, just maybe, he goes through some withdrawals? Maybe he has a hard time remembering that he's not in charge anymore and Leo is the one calling the shots. Maybe he feels a little lost on his place in the team now that he isn't the leader. Would his brothers immediately reassure him that he's still irreplaceable and is just as important to the team now as he was before? Yes, but it still might take him some time to get used to that.

-Mikey Magic. Magic Mike. (Jk)

-You really can't tell us Mikey is some powerful mystic warrior and not expect us to want more answers. Can he control it? Or is it fuelled by fear and desperation? Can he learn to harness his power without his brothers absorbing the energy with him? If done correctly, does this potentially open the stage to Mikey being able to time travel whenever he chooses? That could be interesting.

-Soft Shell Donnie

-Maybe it's just my desire for angst, but I think we should see more of Donnie without his battle shell. It would certainly make for more dramatic fight scenes if that vulnerability was exposed more.

Here are a few more minor ones that have zero plot relevance but I just think would be neat:

-Raph should get some sort of pet

-The turtles should occasionally make little chirps and hisses like real turtles do

-April should have a bigger wardrobe

-We should see Mikey actually graffiti something (I know he's the artsy one but have we ever actually seen him paint something??)

-I would love an episode centered around a hatred fueled disaster twin prank war. (Each prank gets progressively more crazy and dangerous until the others have to eventually interfere so they don't kill each other)

-Let Donnie perform a musical number like the absolute theater kid he is (other than a rap?)

-Random, but I also think it'd be funny if Mayhem had a growth spurt and was actually meant to be the size of a tiger. Plus April could ride him into battle like the badass she is.

-We should have a cool underwater fight scene! They're literally turtles! Plus, I think softshell turtles are supposed to be suuuper fast swimmers and I want to see that

A few more people have suggested:

-Raph/Donnie duo! We need a red and purple episode now!!

-Give. Donnie. His. Fashion. Montage. Seriously, we were robbed

-Alternatively to Donnie's musical performance, give us an entirely musical episode! We know they all have amazing voices!

That's all I could think of for now. Feel free to chime in any ideas you have!

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt movie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt season 3 #save rottmnt #rottmnt apritello #rottmnt angst #rottmnt april

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 27 days

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Hate Fuck

David Finlay X Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, PinV, male and female orgaams, unprotected sex, hate sex, cursing, mention of alcohol, both David and Y/n are drunk asf

Summary: Y/n and David have hated eachother for years but are forced to work out there diffrances in order to take over New Japan Pro Wrestling. A hate fuck should fix it all right?

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To say I was furious when David Finlay became the new leader of Bullet Club would be an understatement. When Jay left for AEW I only assumed I would take his place, it only made sense. I was there from the beginning, I had spent years being loyal to the past leaders so it would only make sense for me to be next in line. When I found out that David Finlay of all people would take over Bullet Club I was livid. David knew my hatred for him and he hated me back. The two of us coudn’t be in the same room for 15 minutes before we started screaming at each other. I tried my very best to be civil with him but ever since he got the title of “Leader” the stick up his ass turned into a log.

“What’s the matter, princess? Are you sad your little boy toy left you” David said with a smirk “Don’t worry baby, I can fill that void” he said in an attempt to rile me up. “Oh fuck off Finlay, stop trying to act like you run the place. You should have never become our leader” I told him as I pushed him off of me. “Don’t fight this Y/n, you know if we worked together for once we could rule New Japan Pro Wrestling” He had a point, the two of us were at the top of our respective divisions but we hated each other too much to ever act on it.

That was how the first few months with David in charge went, constant bickering. However, all of that changed one night after Bullet Club went for drinks after another successful show.

“I would like to propose a toast! To Y/n! Congratulations on being the Inaugural IWGP Women's Champion! If you were slightly less annoying I would have fucked you ages ago!” David said as he stood on top of the table “To Y/n!” The rest of the group chimed in. The rest of the night consisted of all of us getting extremely drunk. Throughout the night the rest of the club slowly left before it was just David and I.

“You know I meant what I said earlier right?” David said as he moved closer to me “What are you talking about Finlay,” I told him in annoyance

“Why do you act like you hate me, you are just lying to yourself. We both know that you want me” He said calmly

“I have no idea what you are talking about Finlay,” I told him in annoyance

“Come on Y/n, I know we have been hating each other for years but I truly think we need to get it over with and have a little hate fuck.” He wasn’t wrong, as much as we hated each other there had been multiple occasions where I had imagined him dominating me. “Are you trying to say that you want to fuck me Finlay?” I asked him “Don’t make me beg” “Oh but I want to hear you beg for me” I didn’t care that there were other people in the bar, I needed him. I got up and

straddled him. I could feel the bulge in his jeans, I slowly began to grind on him and let David’s hands roam on my body. “Let me show you how much I fucken hate you Y/n '' David wispred in a shaky breath. With that the two of us left the bar and stumbled back into David’s flat. The two of us couldn't keep our hands off the other. The moment we stepped through the door we were stripping. I never needed anything so bad in my life, it was pathetic. Despite the two of us being severely intoxicated we were still able to feel all the feels. We fought for dominance but in the end David won, pinning me on the mattress. “You have no idea how long I have wanted this, how long I have wanted you” he told me. He started placing delicate kisses on my body then he started leaving a harsh bite. “What the fuck” I told him. “You're so difficult,” he spat. “I hate you” I spat back. “I know, I know you do baby” I managed to get out of his grip and reverse us so I was now on top of him. It was my turn to tease him. I slowly grinded my hips on his before I slowly sank down on him. “Fuck you’re huge” “What’s wrong? Is it too much for you?” “Shut up Finlay '' I gave us both a second to adjust before I began to ride him. Maybe it was our drunken state or the way our bodies were made for eachother but we were an absolute mess. The way David met my thrusts and how he played with my clit. It was all too much yet not enough. He knew I was close, my movements began to get sloppy so reversed us once again and began pounding into me like a mad man. I clawed at his back as he fucked me into obliviation. “I fucken hate you, I hate how you make me feel so good” I spat at him “I hate you even more. I hate you so much I’m going to fill you up with my kids.” He spat back

He continued to fuck us both through our orgasms before the two of us collapsed, still in eachothers embrace. “I hate you Y/n” “I’m not convinced. I need a second round to prove if you really hate me like you say I do”

#bullet clubs bitch #all elite wrestling #aew smut #njpw smut #njpw fanfiction #njpw wrestling #david finlay fanfic #david finlay smut #david finlay imagine #david finlay njpw #david finlay #david finlay x reader #david finlay bullet club #david finlay gif #david finlay oneshot #david finlay x fem reader #bullet club war dogs

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Do you have any plans for Shaded Moss, since Gray Wing is dying in his place? (The specifics of that in my brain was Gray Wing shoving him out of the way of the carriage)

My own thoughts were something along the lines of him having been second-in-command to Gray Wing, but after xir death, Clear Sky starts undermining them, 'suggesting' to people that hey, maybe he *set that up* like, isn't it convenient? That Gray Wing died? Leaving Shaded Moss in charge? Wow, funny like that, huh? And even if most of the group dismisses it as bullshit, it's still "What kinda moron almost gets run over by a carriage and has to be pushed out of the way? Should we really be following him?" Eventually, Clear Sky takes the people who listen to him and leaves, and Tall Shadow kinda forces him to step down, and Shaded Moss kinda lives on the fringes of the group until after Bumble gets driven out. He kinda serves as a surrogate father to Thunder (because I kinda want to keep adoption a thing) and teaches him how to pass better as a tom (because I love older transmascs helping guide their juniors, I wish I had had someone older who knew a little more helping me with that shit as a kid).

I imagine he dies in the First Battle, either just before the "Tell the stars you won" line, or just after, knocking Clear Sky off of Bright Storm and getting killed for it just before Starclan intervenes.

GREAT IDEA let's take it!

(Note though: Shaded Moss -> Shaded Flower, because they now have a naming system that includes a familial last name. Shaded Flower and Rainswept Flower are father and daughter like canon.)

It'll be good for showing how "connected" tribe culture is, to have Thunder Storm have bonds with a lot of the cats he will eventually come into conflict with. Thunder Storm having a surrogate dad figure in the disgraced leader works nicely. Here's how I'll approach it though, taking your suggestions and making sure it works with what's established;

Gray Wing was the leader, Shaded Flower was second in command. He was a logistics sort of guy.

They had never seen a horse before. The group charged in front of it while crossing, spooking it.

Something I found interesting in Sun Trail is that Clear Sky was commanding them across the road that gets Canon!Shade killed on. I think I want to keep that, having Clear Sky be the one who shouted for them all to charge.

Shaded Flower's response to the large animal rearing up was to hiss and freeze

And of course, Gray Wing runs back to save him, getting kicked and killed.

While burying xem, Shade was catching flak. He panicked and his response was to freeze. Clear Sky never takes responsibility for his own actions, and what kind of guy freezes in front of a deer so huge??

He didn't really "step down" so much as Tall Shadow and Clear Sky just naturally started becoming the new leaders. He was pretty ashamed that he got Gray Wing killed.

Embarrassingly, Rainswept Flower ended up having to be his defender a lot of the time. He didn't want her reputation to suffer as a result of his cowardice, but... ugh here they are.

When Jagged Peak broke his leg, Shaded Flower didn't speak up, doubting his own judgement.

But when Bright Storm comes back with her three-legged newborn, he is IMMEDIATELY on Tall Shadow's side in the split. Though his reputation took a big hit, him being on her side IS still helpful.

He probably teaches Thunder Storm how to cook along with helping his transition, since this is going to be an important skill he displays later when he befriends River's Ripple. Rainswept Flower is like a young 19-year-old at this point, making her own life, and Shaded Flower has a sort of loneliness about him.

He probably looks out for Bright Storm, too, since they both had a pretty traumatic experience with Clear Sky treating them like ass. Brings her food and such, makes small talk, watches her kid when she needs a break.

Shaded Flower is, however, probably not a member of early ThunderClan. Or at the very least, he's kind of conflicted about it.

Rainswept Flower is loyal to Tall Shadow, and will remain ShadowClan for her whole life. He really doesn't want to leave her behind

(She even eventually has kittens with Sun Shadow, but that's not super relevant.)

Though... I may have him be part of Bright Storm's Reinforcements, and note how much he's torn between supporting the boy who's practically an adopted son, and his daughter back in Tall Shadow's Clan. He can love them both equally and be torn up over it.

Whatever happens, he will be dying in the place where Rainswept Flower dies in canon. His death in Clear Sky's jaws, "I'm not greedy, just strong!" enrages Bright Storm, who bumrushes him.

She delivers the Star Line, Clear Sky rejects it, and Thunder Storm rushes in to end his battle with Clear Sky once and for all before StarClan halts it.

#I'll clean this all up later along with any other Shaded Flower suggestions anyone has #And make an official character summary #BB!DOTC #Shaded Flower #BB!Shaded Moss #Better bones au

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the-possum-writes · 6 months

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[Daily Routine]

❥Character: Scorcher (Adventure Time)

❥Tags: SFW, domestic fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader

❥Synopsis: Scorcher's day to day life now that he has a partner to worry and run errands with.

❥Wordcount: 1008

❥A/N: While I fill out most of the Marshall Lee requests, I also wanted to write something for one of the mostly forgotten bad guys.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

With a bounty hunter as skilled as him, it's no wonder he'd knock out everyone in the room faster than you can say Mississippi. Gunshots ring out from every direction like an endless rain of projectiles, but it's never been an issue for Scorcher when he transforms into a cloud of ash that indiscriminately fazes through bullets and chokes a couple of his attackers in the process. Those who caught a glimpse of his entire body only saw bright eyes within dark red before going black. The mission at hand is similar to many others in that it involves collecting the bounty of a wanted individual, in this case a criminal leader who is fully armed and guarded, but it's nothing this veteran bounty hunter can't handle. Throughout this entire ordeal, a phone begins to ring from Scorcher's pocket; typically, he would ignore calls at work, but this is his personal phone, and he is unable of ignoring it because it only means one thing. "Hi honey, I'm at the supermarket and there are potatoes on sale; would you like them baked or fried for dinner?" a polite but indecisive voice on the phone asks.

Scorcher weighs his options even when a bodyguard comes charging at him with a knife, to which he twists the guy's hand behind his back, forcing the blade out of his grasp, eventually shoving the person out of the way as he answers. "Both." His tone is short but firm, unlike the person on the phone. "Alright! I'll see you later. Byeee." The other person on the line hangs up, leaving Scorcher to continue working.

With only confident strides, the bounty hunter entered the boss's office after the last bodyguard was withdrawn from service. He barely opened the door with a side step as a bullet hole bursts into the wooden door beside him, Scorcher unfazed despite his cowering target literally backed right into the corner as he continued shooting rounds at the unstoppable bounty hunter, the empty shotgun clicked pathetically with Scorcher right behind the crime boss with his dagger to his throat

"Please, I'll give you anything!" The boss begs for his life by offering all of his riches and valuables, but nothing is more valuable to Scorcher than a job well done. Well, aside from his other biggest treasure.

He readies his blade for the final strike, but it misses its mark when the phone in his pocket vibrates. Without averting his beady eyes from the mafia leader, Scorcher answers the phone with one hand while holding onto the blade with the other. "Hi honey! sorry to bother you again but can you come pick me up at the grocery store? it started raining and I didn't bring an umbrella with me." the caller asks apologetically. Scorcher doesn't verbally respond but the positive grunt was all the confirmation needed. "Be there in five." he adds before hanging up once more.

The last thing you hear before hanging up on him was a pained shout immediately cut short, you weren't new to your boyfriend's line of work so you shrugged it off as you contemplate the rain right outside the grocery store, shuffling your weight side to side as you wait.

The doorknob shuffles a bit as you nonchalantly discuss your day, he isn't the most talk active person but he's a great listener. "...And then I asked the cashier when would they start selling tangerines and she told me that they should be available by next month since that's when the season starts but if you ask me it should start way sooner with all the rain we've been getting. Either way enough about me, how was your day?" you turn your attention to your boyfriend carrying the groceries with a single arm, not only is he strong but also taller than the average person to the point he has to crouch down before entering your shared safe house. "Good," he states by placing the groceries on the kitchen table. His profession has made him plenty of enemies so he had this house specifically built for you. Scorcher didn't have his height taken into account because it was made just for you, but after you persuaded him that you would feel more safer with him around, he was unable to refuse your request to move in.

"That's always nice to hear." you place your own bag alongside the kitchen counter, mainly the stuff you need to make dinner. You're minding your own business by washing the potatoes your bought earlier but the tall presence behind you grabs hold of the vegetables next to you by the counter, you smile to yourself, placing your hand on his. "How sweet of you but I can imagine you're exhausted from work, let me take care of dinner while you lay down a bit okay?" you bring up in a soft tone that makes it impossible for him to decline, Scorcher leans down to place a kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone with the cooking ingredients.

As the cooking utensils and pots begin to clang from the kitchen, Scorcher takes the chance to take out the crystal-like device from his pocket and project a hologram that looks a lot like a laptop monitor. He then throws himself into the couch and calls his company to let them know about today's work. He also unwinds by browsing social media in general, keeping up with what his colleagues are up to and offering his services to possible employers. You carefully move to the side to get behind Scorcher, but there's no way to sneak up on this skilled man. Before you could react, he whirled around and drew you into an embrace, which made you burst out laughing. "I was gonna say that dinner is ready, do you wanna eat first or take a shower?"

Scorcher nuzzles into your neck, prompting you to laugh once more. He may not talk much but when he does it sends shivers down your spine. "Depends, are you for dessert?"

#adventure time x reader #scorcher x reader #Scorcher #adventure time villians #reader insert

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elumish · 6 months

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How would you go about making a convincing queendom?

I'm assuming you're talking about a monarchy run by a female monarch (as opposed to one run by a male monarch).

There are basically two ways to think about this: a monarchy that happens to be run by a woman in this instance, and a matrilineal monarchy.

Regardless of which one you're doing, you should figure out what kind of monarchy you're writing (absolute monarchy, constitutional monarchy, etc.) and work out all of the general rules for that. That largely shouldn't be impacted by whether the person in charge is a man or a woman.

If you're writing a monarchy that just happens to be run by a woman, you can look at real-life examples (e.g., the UK). The real question then becomes, how does a woman end up in charge? Do they have absolute primogeniture, where the eldest child is the heir regardless of gender? Is it male-preference primogeniture? Are you using some other system where a woman can be in charge but aren't necessarily the default?

If so, consider how it's viewed for a woman to end up in charge. Are they viewed as lesser rulers? Is there more likely to be a challenge to their rule? Do they need to act stronger or more aggressively?

If you're writing a matrilineal / matriarchal monarchy, you also have a few examples to look at, but there are fewer. In this case, you're going to want to consider how exactly that inheritence works. Is it the first daughter? Are son's daughters in the line of inheritence? What happens if there are no females in the direct line of succession (similar to what happened with Japan with male heirs for a while)? Can women be adopted into the family if they don't have any female heirs?

In some ways, succession is simpler because you're not going to end up with illegitimate children in the same way, and so the competing lines for the throne are less likely to happen (or at least will happen differently).

You should also consider how this changes the military. Is the queen the commander in chief / military leader? If so, is the military more female than in most existing countries today? If not, what is the relationship between the queen and the military?

In summary, my answer is mostly: look at existing examples of monarchies, both matrilineal and patrilineal, and see what you want to keep and what you want to change to make it work for your story. There have been some wildly different monarchies in history, and there are things that having a woman in charge might change a lot, and there are things that having a woman in charge might not change at all.

#monarchy #matrilineal

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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 month

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Allow me to kickstart the SIX AU, because clearly we both want this. Modern day setting, but there's still magic and the miracle, Pedro still sacrificed himself during an attack, the Madrigals still help their town and all that. But, Bruno doesn't leave, because his vision shows the six grandkids confronting Abuela and performing onstage, he's very proud of them. He is intentionally vague, only telling Alma everything will be fine, but Alma is still paranoid and so still pushes Mirabel aside. Mirabel is a very observant and smart child, she noticed right away that people started treating her differently following her failed ceremony, and between her attempts to please Alma and her embellishment projects, she observed her sisters and cousins, watching them do their chores and noticing how they were also being treated. But, since that was all she knew, as Alma had raised both her children and grandchildren very sheltered from the world, she assumed it was normal. That was until Mirabel's thirteenth birthday, when she was allowed access to the internet. Now, due to being kept busy by their chores, none of the other grandkids use the internet or are online that much, but Mirabel has all the time in the world and is eager to soak up all the information the internet has to offer, so she dives in head first, researching any and all topics she can think of. Soon enough, the topic of family finds its way into her search bar, and that's where she first learns about toxic and abusive family relationships, and the more she researches it, the more red flags she sees in her own family, and it doesn't take her long to realize Alma is the root of the problem. One by one, she talks with her sisters and cousins, with the exception of Antonio since he's so young, and with her heaps of evidence both from observing them and researching mental health eventually gets them to open up about their problems and helps them realize how awful the way Alma treats them is. When Antonio's ceremony rolls around, the other grandkids realize Antonio is already feeling the pressure of Alma's expectations, and that it'll only get worse regardless of whether he gets a gift or not. They confronted Alma and the other adults the day after Antonio's ceremony, as they didn't think it was fair to deny Antonio his chance of getting a gift, telling them about the awful way Alma treated them and how unhappy they all were, Mirabel even pointing out the way the triplets were mistreated. Alma tried to rebuff their statements, but with Mirabel using her research to provide an extensive list of the negative effects of Alma's parenting style and pointing out examples of those effects in the family, there was no room to argue, and the whole family rallied against Alma and kicked her out of Casita. The town was shocked when they realized Alma was kicked out, and Alma began to talk with people, trying to sway them to her side, Dolores heard it all of course, and knew they needed to set the record straight and expose Alma for everything she did to them, between her, Isabela, Luisa, and Camilo, they decided to form a band and turn the story of their abuse and neglect into a performance, which eventually evolved into a competition as the four of them argued who should be leader of the band. Antonio was eager to join the band but Mirabel needed a LOT of convincing, and only agreed on the condition that she could design all their costumes, the adults fully supported the kids, their parents agreed to be the musicians and Bruno was in charge of the lights and set design. Finally, the day of the performance came, and it was a night no one would forget.

Dolores is Aragon, as she was also overlooked in favor of someone who was considered better, Camilo is Boleyn, their personalities line up perfectly, Antonio is Seymour, due to his age, he didn't suffer from Alma's pressure and abuse the way the others had and so has the most positive view of Alma, Isabela is Cleves, now that she's free of her restraints of perfectionism, she's showing off her power and freedom all while rubbing it in Alma's face, Luisa is Howard, she was used and overworked by many people in Encanto, and Mirabel is Parr, she has joined the band reluctantly and doesn't want any part of the competition, as she's the only one that sees that by continuing to fight over 'who had it worse' they are allowing Alma to still have control over their lives. Mirabel also came up with their version of the rhyme, obviously inspired by Henry's six wives, she sneaks in references to them whenever she can, as she sees herself and the grandkids in them, the rhyme is this:

Observer, Performer, Adored,

Perfection, Protection, Ignored.

I already have the AU planned out?

It’s just the fact I haven’t posted about it because it never came close to winning the polls, so I didn’t think people would be interested.

Being in a modern universe kind of defeats a lot of Encanto’s plot/story (Alma’s behaviour would have been recognised and she would probably have received some kind of therapy, therefore preventing any mistreatment of the family) but also ruins the idea of SIX. The queens are meant to be reincarnated, coming back to reclaim their stories for their own. It doesn’t land the same if the grandkids are still alive and saying this to Alma/her supporters in the present - they still have the chance to reclaim their stories and give themselves happy endings in actuality. The queens obviously can’t do that.

They’d need to live a life to have it get screwed over. Alma isn’t to blame for Camilo’s identity issues, so he has no leg to stand on in this competition; and Antonio is five, not mistreated at all, and not old enough to see SIX/get the joke of what they are doing. They would have to all live and die, in a similar fashion to Reincarnation - where the canon ending doesn’t happen and they all become miserable.

My two ideas for going down a SIX AU are:

Essentially a recreation of Tudor history but with the Madrigals. There are six queens - divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived. They are reincarnated, form a pop group and compete to be the lead of the band based on who had the worst time because of their husband.

This wouldn’t include the boys, instead the mothers. *Most likely: Pepa - Aragon, Isabela - Boleyn, Julieta - Seymour, Luisa - Cleves, Dolores - Howard, Mirabel - Parr

Or, similar to Reincarnation, the canon ending doesn’t happen and everyone ends up dying. Not too sure what the order is. They are reincarnated, form a pop group and compete to be the lead of the band based on who was treated the worse by Alma/who had the worst time.

This has several options of who makes up the six

Option one - the same six ladies as seen above. They are the ones are the most under appreciated or villainised in the fandom, and would deserve a chance to clear up that misconception.

Option two - keep it to the four ladies of Reincarnation, as I’m already using the idea of SIX there anyways, and have this as more of a spin-off AU to that. *Most likely: Dolores - Aragon/Seymour, Isabela - Boleyn, Luisa - Cleves/Parr, Mirabel - Howard/Parr

Option three - use the six/five grandkids. (I might just abandon Antonio altogether because he is five). *Most likely (though it may change): Dolores - Aragon/Seymour, Isabela - Boleyn, Camilo - ?, Luisa - Cleves, Mirabel - Howard/Parr

*These may be subject to change.

#encanto #ask me anything

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