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bountydroid · 24 days

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Darlin’

pt 2

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (right now there is nothing romantic, maybe in the future I am undecided.)

Description: After being captured by some cowboys, reader ends up in front of a ghoul and fearing for her life.

Notes: This is awful I apologize in advance. Please let me know what you think. This is just setting it up for the real story.

I sighed as I stumbled behind my captors. I am not even sure how you ended up in this situation. One day I woke up next to my fire surrounded by three cowboys, smiling menacing at me. Next thing I know my hands are tied and I am being forced to follow them everywhere. I heard them talking about a "last bounty" and rolled my eyes. I know their type, there is never really a last bounty.

It was night-time as we made our way to the graveyard, I was so tense you shuffled stiffly behind their leader as he tugged on the rope connecting the two of you.

"He's the best bounty hunter there is." Their leader rambles on. To be honest, I wasn't listening.

"How do we know which grave?" One of his companions asked.

"Well, Slim we look for the fresh one." He responded. "Dom Pedro has our friend dug up once a year. Cuts some pieces off and then puts him right back in the ground."

"That's awful," I mumble.

The four of us stop in front of the graveyard and see a cross with two bags of Rad-X hung above it. "Bingo." Their leader says.

"Shit." Slim replies. "You are telling me the supreme badass we're looking for is a godforsaken mutant?"

"Are you really going to let out a ghoul?" I asked, exasperated by the whole ordeal.

"Have some respec'!" Their leader interrupted. "That is your prospective coworker you's talking about Slim. And our ticket to a big payoff. And you -" He said turning around to me, "You's better keep your mouth shut. Who knows what he does with little girls like you? I imagine we will let him do whatever he likes." He growled.

"I thought you said you knew this guy?" His other companion asked.

"I said I knew of him. My pop worked with him once." He shrugged.

"Your pop?" His companion asked breathlessly. "How long's this asshole been moulderin' in the ground?"

"How do we know he's not feral?" Slim asked, obviously afraid.

"That is why we brought our little friend." Their leader said as he pulled out a cage with a chicken in it from behind his poncho. "A feral ghoul can't abide a chicken. If he goes for her, we kill him."

"Just like that?" I asked dryly. I knew this band of idiots barely stood a chance, and that this was likely where I would die.

"Shut up," Slim said before he grabbed a shovel and started to big. "Should make the bitch dig." He said turning to his friend who just laughed in response.

Some time later they finally had dug up the coffin. It was surrounded by chains, obviously keeping something strong within. I couldn't help the chill that ran up my spine. I looked over at the chicken tied to a stake and couldn't help but wonder, am I bait too? Is that why they brought me here?

The three of them watched with bated breath as they opened the coffin from afar, but I couldn't stand to watch and just kept staring down at the chicken at my feet. Their leader gave the rope tied to the coffin one last tug and it finally swung open.

A ghoul stumbles out of the coffin, groaning and coughing and cracking his bones. He obviously hadn't been let out in a long time. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. If he truly wasn't feral, then there was a person in there.

"Well well well." The ghoul finally spoke. "Why is this an Amish production of The Count of Monte Cristo or… just the weirdest circle jerk i've ever been invited to?"

I couldn't help the snort that escaped my mouth. His attention was then brought to me as I stood mostly hidden behind the leader of the gang.

After a brief silence, the leader started laughing as well, obviously trying to diffuse the tension. "Welcome back. I'm Honcho. Now you don't even know us-"

"No." The ghoul interrupted. "I do not." His gaze then moved down to the chicken. He slowly approached as he licked his lips in anticipation.

The four of us moved back in fear as he picked up the chicken.

"Does that count?" Slim asked. "Should I shoot him?"

"Would you shut the fuck up," Honcho responded. "We-uh, we got a proposition for you." He said as he moved his attention back to the ghoul. "A bounty came down. A huge one. Enough to be a last score for me and whoever's with me. Yeah. Now, somebody made a run from the enclave." He said pulling out a sketch of the bounty and his furry friend.

"Now what makes you think I'd give a good goddamn about that?" The ghoul asked, obviously not interested in the bounty.

It ain't where he's running from I figured you'd be interested in." Honcho said confidently. "It's where he's running to. That witch Moldaver in California. That's where you from ain't it?" He smiled. "Originally I mean."

The ghoul stared him down for a moment. "Now, what the fuck would you know about where I'm from?"

I tried to swallow but my throat was so dry from fear that it was painful. I slowly took a step back from Honcho. I could feel that this was going to go bad quick.

"Well that don't sound like gratitude, do it, boys? Honcho responded with a sour tone in his voice. "How about we put you right back in that hole so Dom Pedro can have his fun with you for the next thirty years?"

The ghoul smirked as he looked between the 3 cowboys, amused with Honcho's confidence. "Well, I'll tell you what boys, whenever somebody says they're doing one last job, that usually means their heart's not in it. Probably never was." He said as he kneeled back down to the chicken. "But for me? Well, I do this shit for the love of the game."

It was barely a second before he had his lasso around Honcho, easily pulling him off his feet and throwing him across the graveyard. I stumbled behind him a couple of feet before the rope he was holding came loose and I fell to the ground. I stayed down and covered my head as I heard gunshots and the two boys falling to the ground. I slowly looked up at the ghoul who was staring down at me with a blank expression before turning his attention back to Honcho.

"You are right, friend, about one thing. This right here? Was your last job." The ghoul said while aiming his gun at the cowboy. "My paycheck wasn't quite what you expected, but, well you know what they say. Us cowpokes.."

"Wait! The girl! I brought her for you! Thought you might be hungry." Honcho mumbled around the rope in his mouth. I was barely able to understand him, but it looked like the ghoul did.

He stopped and turned around to look at me again. I stared back at him in horror, still on my stomach in the mud. "Well, that's no way to treat a lady." He smiled threateningly before turning back to his target, shooting the rope holding up his coffin, and watched as it dragged Honcho into the ground. "Us cowpokes, we take it as it comes." He finished.

Without a word he picked up his bag, threw it over his shoulder, and walked right past me.

I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I knew that I didn't want to be left alone. "Wait!" I said before I even knew what I was doing.

He stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around to look at me.

"I'll die out here on my own," I whispered. "I could lead you to the bounty. There is information that the idiots didn't share with you. I could help."

At this, he turned to look at me and crouched in front of my kneeling body. "I know exactly where I am going darlin'." He responded. "I don't need your help."

"But I do!" I said as I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster as I held up my still-bound wrists.

He scoffed before looking up at the sky. "No." He said before getting up and walking away.

#fallout #fallout tv series #cooper Howard #cooper Howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul fallout

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zarnzarn · 8 months

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i see all these comments talking about this after the new episode, but. i would like to state for the record that stolitz isn't. toxic.

first off, the concept of a toxic and a healthy relationship are such... vague terms. when you're online, drenched in language and tight moral boundaries, trying to put a nuanced story like helluva boss's into boxes is easy to attempt and impossible to do.

a toxic relationship is one where one or both parties is maliciously affecting the other. I'm talking fetid, nasty, rude interactions where there is more hurt than love. they're unhappy more often than not when they're with their partner, there's no respect or give from the other side.

stolitz is nothing like that.

Stolas actively cares about Blitz and actually has no fear or hesitation in ADMITTING IT OUT LOUD TO OZZIE. he has been calling, texting, commenting, laughing and finding ways to spend time with Blitz. he's throwing everything he has to the wind, finding the courage to move forward with the divorce, putting everything he has into trying to keep him. he's been alone in a palace since he was born, on medication, with such less people dear to him that he remembered the circus boy who spent a day with him DECADES ago- so when blitz comes into his life and brings back in laughter and color and sex, he's holding on with everything he's got.

and blitz does care!!! he cares a LOT, the whole series we see him falling in love with stolas through SHOW NOT TELL (his expressions, his choices, his fear, his lashing out) and utterly unable to process that stolas cares about him too when talking to fizz; almost a desperate kind of denial-

cause yknow. the first time he tried to confess something to someone he really liked, he accidentally killed half the people he knew and ruined the lives of the rest?

thats gonna leave just a teensy impact on the will to express your emotions in the future, methinks.

even before that, he clearly felt like on some level that he was unworthy and he's said twice that he despises himself for the accident even though it wasn't actually his fault. being self aware doesn't stop the emotions from emotioning.

he keeps insisting its only sex so urgently to anyone who doesn't ask because he can't even imagine it being anything else. he's both disappointed and relieved when he repeats that stolas sees him as a novelty, because what else can it be?

(there's a whole other spiel of how brave both Stolas and Blitz have to be to say it out loud even when asmodeus can't afford to, considering how publically and completely beaten down both were at the club.)

(there's also another whole spiel about how frustrating it has been for ME to see all these comments over time with such bad takes based on like,, 20 min worth of info of a show that takes months to release an ep. like godDAMN have some patience?? let the story UNFOLD MAYBE? IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE AN EXPLANATION WHY WOULD YOU CRITICIZE THINGS THAT ARENT EVEN FINISHED ESPECIALLY AN INDIE ANIMATION- i digress)

mind you, this has NOTHING to do with abuse. an abusive relationship is one where one is actively harming the other with full awareness. Stella is an abuser and their marriage is abusive.

and stolitz isn't that; it isn't even unhealthy or toxic. it's a consensual, transactional fuckbuddy relationship that slid into something more for both of them.

but!!!!! one of the main reasons for the problems that everyone looks over is-

they're in a BDSM relationship.

I can't possibly delve into dynamics without making this a 10k research paper BUT even though we've gotten only hints and costumes and dialogue- they're very clearly and undeniably in a BDSM contract. Behind the scenes of this crazy show is a whole different story, of these two delving into the most hardcore kinks out there- knifeplay, painplay, bondage.

if you've gotten into the community, if you've read a couple dozen particularly good fics by authors who know what they're talking about, hell; even if your only experience is fifty shades or 365 or whatever- you gotta know that BDSM scenes are crazy fucking emotionally heavy. there's so much that has gone down between them during their full moons that helluva can't get into!!

but you know how in so many of these popular medias and fics, the dom in the relationship is also like,, the billionaire/mafia heir/prince, etc, the one with financial and physical power? this isnt that. it has been very clearly stated that stolas is subbing, blitz is domming.

now take a moment and think about how much that fucks up the dynamics.

in stolas' eyes, blitz is a confident, dangerous individual who's an old friend and cherished memory of his, who he's trusted wholly with his safety during sex and he's lucky to have; and he has been in an abusive arranged marriage for the past eighteen Years, he's probably not going to be pushing his luck with his dom that much in the first place. plus, blitz is never cowed by him during their conversations- think back to the first phone call right after he stole the book, completely unafraid.

and for blitz, it's someone trusting him again- but it's also a royal- a blue blood who's nearly untouchable and so much more powerful- who couldn't possibly like a piece of shit like him, apart from the sex he gets out of it. he only flirts once he gets some sort of cue from Stolas; he's desperately trying to view this as only a Goetia trying to get his rocks off, despite all the evidence to the contrary, because anything else is unfathomable to him, no matter how clearly Stolas shows it, because of the ptsd.

both of them thinks the other has the power. both of them aren't expecting the other to keep shut if something's bothering them.

and there's so much conflicting messages from the other too!

stolas calls him a plaything when trying to intimidate the humans; stolas cups his face gently and asks if he's alright

blitz asks him on a date and tells him to get better soon; blitz yells that it's only sex and doesn't reply to his messages

ya see?

bring it to fizzozzie for a second now; even though they do look all good on surface, you can still see fizz's trauma and doubt in all their interactions, they're still forced to keep the relationship secret. do you see his face when Ozzie says in hyperbole that he's never leaving the house again, or when someone accuses him of being a pampered house pet or when he got sexualized in the 7th ep? whatever happened in the interim between the accident with mammon, it fucked him UP. even though oz seems to be well aware of this when he tells him not to apologise and in their general interactions, fizz still visibly has trouble separating plaything/commodity from healthy relationship.

shout the fuck out to Ozzie btw, man knows whats UP. rooting for these two so much omg.

i forgot where I was going with this point, I'll edit it when i remember. but yeah! lovely fucking relationship, but damn what angst filled issues.

anyway, to sum up- stolitz is not a toxic relationship. the relationship is stuck sludging through misunderstandings and careless microaggressions and trauma responses, but it's not unhealthy or toxic because of the simple reason that most of the current hurt comes from... a misunderstanding. stolas didn't realise blitz would need reassurance about what they were and blitz didn't see stolas as someone who could get hurt.

unecessarily calling it toxic, even online, is more impactful than people think too. almost all spindlehorse ARE on all social medias; so MANY YouTube animators i know have found jobs there; they see your words, especially since a lot don't tag posts with "anti hb" correctly to keep them out of the main tag. there are Very few queer medias made BY queer people that haven't gone through heavy corporate revisions- helluva boss is practically a historical landmark in its success. it's very very very fucking easy to forget that not ten years ago some of the only queer videos on YouTube were butter lover (one kiss at the end post credits), dirty paws and welcome to hell (subtext).

the amount of "critical talk" helluva boss gets for what it is is very unprecedented. it's a beautiful show. can't wait for the next episode.

#helluva boss #stolas #blitz #stolitz #fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #okay im gonna make SO much content but i had to get this off my chest first #because so many people were like omg fizzozzie is so healthy stolitz take a lesson!!#and theres so much more nuance to it thats its so. frustrating to see a statement like that #meta #anyways #i love this fucjing show

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revenantghost · 10 months

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Man, I think the best and worst part of Knives’s character is just how compelling he is*

I get it. You get it. We all understand exactly how and why he is the way he is. So many people have put this idea into better words than I could. He witnessed an unspeakable horror at an incredibly young age. He knew he was different, that he was other, and a worry set deeply into his bones that humanity would reject him for being born who he is.

And he was right. It was so much worse than he could have ever realized. He was born to be an object for humanity to use as they see fit. All he wanted was love and peace for himself and his brother. And after seeing that? What they did so mercilessly to Tesla? Who can blame him for not believing in any future with humanity in it. Who can imagine a future without unbelievable strife and prejudice when you’re outnumbered and are seen as an item to dissect and toy with as you see fit

And yet

In his fear, in his need to control and correct, the cycle continues. The abused becomes the abuser. He assaults his brother multiple times. He takes away Vash’s autonomy and manipulates his body without his consent. Hell he happily experiments with/tests and uses Vash’s body while unconscious. He says he loves Vash while refusing to hear a word coming out of his mouth. Because, if he has a moment of doubt, any hint of weakness, all of that anger slips away and he becomes that boy again--afraid and weak and alone

In his fear, he takes plants. He strips them of their independence and will, denying them their souls. Again, he uses the bodies of his siblings against their will. He displays their corpses to keep him angry instead of putting them to rest. He kills and breaks apart the body of his sister so that he doesn’t have to die, so that he can be reborn. He willfully denies the thoughts, dreams, and pains of his sisters and instead absorbs them, impregnates them, tries to kill them in the “right” way

In his fear, he drove humanity into hurting his kind more. He forced their hand into injuring and killing more plants than they’d ever dreamed of harming. He’s the one that put Vash into a constant position where he’s gaining mountains of scars. (His brother who, on the opposite end of the spectrum, has let the cycle of abuse continue while using himself as a shield instead of breaking free from the pattern.) He uses and discards the humans near him no matter the kindness and devotion they shows him

The same behavior Knives shows everybody and everything else

He’s awful. Absolutely sick and perverted and so stuck in his own mind that all he does is hurt and hurt and hurt

And yet

I get it. I’ve been traumatized to the point where all I want to do is cause pain in return. To feel that justice can exist and will come to pass, no matter the cost. To be so afraid that anger is the only safe emotion you can cling to. It’s what makes him one of the most compelling antagonists I’ve ever seen. Kudos to Nightow for fucking me up about Knives and his pain more by the day, honestly

*Except for ‘98 Knives lmao, that man is fabulously unhinged and overly dramatic about everything and I love him for it

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #Trigun Stampede #Tristamp #Trimax #Trigun Meta #My Trigun Meta #Long Post #I did NOT intend for this to be so long #Maybe a quarter of this length at MOST #Ohhhh this didn't show up in the tag I'M VERY ANGY

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shelby-fangirl00 · 4 months

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Hunting You-part one

•A successful assassin from London named Penny is hired to travel to Small Heath and kill Thomas Shelby. (Don’t want to give too much away tehe)

•WARNINGS(18+, minors DNI): Enemies to lovers, Dual POV, Smut (in future chapters), Lots of angst, Strong language, Lots of violence

•Authors note: hey y’all! This story has been brewing in my mind for some time.This part is kind of an introduction to my story. Reblog if you enjoy:) Next part will be in Tommy’s POV.

Penny

I checked my watch every few minutes for what seemed like an eternity. Plopping my elbows on the wooden table top, I huffed loudly. According to the dick who hired me, Shelby should’ve been here hours ago. Honestly, I didn’t mind waiting, since I was paid in advance, but my fingers still twitched in anticipation, eager to finally get my hands dirty again.

This was an ordinary night for me, except for the part where I had to travel into this piss poor town. Under any other circumstance, I would have told the man who hired me to fuck off. But how could I refuse such a hefty wage? Anyways, doing this out of town work only makes my job easier. At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. Nobody here seems sober enough to remember gossip about a hitman. Let alone talk of a random woman in a pub.

Killing Thomas Shelby will definitely make waves Small Heath, but thats not my problem. I’d be gone before sun rise. Talks of a female assassin surely hadn’t traveled to this poor drunken town anyways. It’ll be as if I was never here.

I nurse my glass of whiskey. Just as the rim of the glass touches my lips, I pull out the very dated photograph of Mr.Shelby I was given. I imagine he was just a boy in the photo. He appears to be in uniform and my chest tightens at the thought. I can only imagine the horrors he’s seen since this was taken. It wouldn’t surprise me if the man today doesn’t resemble this photograph at all.

The doors open for the first time in an hour and I hear the booming laughter before I see the lot of them. A large group of nicely dressed men in caps waltz in and I assume this to be the notorious Peaky Blinders. Of course I did some research before coming here. They were feared throughout this place. Known to be unforgiving and ruthless. This Shelby man I’m sure is a sick and twisted bastard. All the best men I know are. I myself am a bit sick and twisted.

Hiring a female hitman, like myself, had different perks. It’s far easier for a woman to get close to a man they don’t know. They don’t see us in the same light. We come off as less of a threat. In my experience, no man is immune to the powers a beautiful woman can possess over a man, in the right circumstances. Thomas Shelby couldn’t be any different from the rest of them.

I straightened my back and fell into the role I’d been assigned. My long black dress hugs my waist and my thigh is bare under the slit of my gown.

My eyes search for someone loosely similar to the photograph, maybe with a beard and some extra weight, but there’s so many men now crowding my view. Eventually, I hear a loud voice yell for a “Tommy.”

Gotcha.

The men seem to part perfectly and I have a clear view of him. I see the not-so-young-boy who grew into this apparently fearsome man.

My blood runs cold and I curse under my breath. To put it plainly, the man is fucking gorgeous. His stature radiates confidence while his presence demands respect.

He’s aged nicely, his cheekbones even more pronounced now. Even from my small booth in the corner, I notice his dazzling blue eyes. Out of all the men here, why did it have to be this one? Most of the men I’m hired to kill are assholes who don’t deserve to see the sun again. I hope he’s the same.

I beeline to a nearby group of drunk and smelly men. I pretend to walk past them and “trip,” over one of the chairs, spilling my whiskey out onto an old man’s shoulder.

“Stupid bitch!” The man attempts to stand up and almost falls on his ass. I try to muffle my laughter. I wish I could kill this one too, it would be too easy.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” I plead with him and he finally steps closer to me, trapping my body against another table. His stench is repulsive and it takes every bit of willpower inside of me not to put a bullet through this fuckers head. I momentarily get lost in the thought, his greasy face would downturn and the life would drain from his angry expression before he dropped dead.

My hands press down into the table as he spits at me. He grabs my wrist tightly before speaking again.

“You’ll fuckin pay for that, girl. Why don’t you join me and-

A hand covers the man’s shoulder, squeezing harshly before speaking. As if the man has eyes in the back of his head, he freezes and turns slowly, like he knows exactly who the hand on his shoulder belongs to.

“Alright, Tim?” A low but smooth voice asks. My breath hitches in my throat and I don’t really need to pretend how scared I am anymore.

“Of course, Mr.Shelby. Just teaching this one a lesson in manners.” The big oaf states confidently.

For the first time, Mr.Shelby’s eyes lock with mine and I suddenly forgot how to breath or blink or function at all. He’s even more stunning this closeup. He examines me for an uncomfortable amount of time before speaking again.

“I don’t think that’ll be nessacary Timmy. Why don’t you go back to your table and let me handle it?” This Tim man peaks at Tommy from behind his shoulder and I can tell this is an order. Tim finally releases my wrist and grunts, giving me one last look that makes me feel dirty, and stumbles off.

I exhale loudly, pretending to finally relax.

“Thank you, sir. I was worried I wouldn’t get out of that one.” I stated, chuckling lightly under my breath.

“No trouble, Tim’s an angry drunk. He won’t remember ya tomorrow.” His words sit in the air between us awkwardly before I decide to speak again.

“I’m Nora.” I lie.

I stick my hand out and smile stupidly. This takes him back but he recovers quickly, smirking and pressing his hand in mine firmly.

“Tommy. You aren’t from here…don’t tell me you actually moved to Small Heath on your own free will.” He chuckles darkly, placing his half empty glass between his lips and searching my eyes for an answer. He looks similar to the picture, more dead in the eyes now. No less mesmerizing.

I laugh. “Thankfully, no. I’m just here visiting an old friend. How’d you know?” I place my own glass to my lips now, scanning the room behind him.

He smirks, finally letting his eyes drop for a split second to my chest.

Shrugging his shoulders plainly, he states, “It’s a small town and I’ve lived here me whole life. I would’ve known if someone like you lived here.”

My eyebrows arch in question. “Someone like me, yeh?”

He smiles slowly, but it’s dark, almost like a warning. I don’t understand why I’m suddenly so clammy?

I need to get this over with. My body is betraying me, because all I can think about are his lips and how they would feel on mine and what his chest looks like underneath all those damn layers.

Giving in only slightly to my body’s demands, I take one big step into him, putting my chest inches from his own. I look up at him with a dazzling smile, and he just smirks. Does he always have that smug fucking look on?

“Well thank you for saving me, Tommy.” His eyebrows shoot up in what I’m assuming is surprise?

“Another whiskey?” He asks, stepping past me towards the bar and nodding to the barman.

I take in his stature beside me, leaning his forearms against the long bar. As much as I would love to entertain this handsome stranger, I had a job to do.

I squeeze his shoulder, leaning into him so my lips barely touch his ear.

“Excuse my forwardness, but I’d rather take you back to my flat, Tommy.” I squeeze his shoulder one last time before stepping back.

He cranes his neck to look behind him at I don’t know what before returning back to me.

“I like forward. Lead the way, love.” Finally, this can end.

“Of course…” I say sheepishly and he doesn’t hesitate to follow closely behind, his hand resting on my lower back. The sensation sends a shiver up my spine.

As we trot outside, he moves his hand from my back to behind his own and i do the same. I silently acknowledge the few daggers I have hidden in my stockings along with the gun in my purse….aaaaaand maybe a few razor blades underneath my pinned updo. It’s just a precaution, really. I can never be too safe. Plus, it’s fun to switch it up every once and a while.

“Where ya staying?” He asks smoothly as we round the dark corner.

“Just across the p- the air is quickly swept from my lungs as Thomas grabs me from behind and slams my body against a brick wall. I gasp as both of his hands wrap around my throat and he never stops squeezing.

Fuck. He knows.

Panic sets in and I’m clawing at his arms desperately. I try to maneuver my legs in order to knee him, but his body is flush against my own.

“thought it be that easy to kill me? You’re at the back of a long line, love.”

I muster up enough rage in my throat to spit out a “fuck you.”

My hands could only reach his side, so I wail on him. As soon as my punch lands, I feel another pair of hands on me, pinning my arms over my head. Thomas bends for only a few seconds before spitting and regaining hold over me.

I look over to see the other man pinning me against the wall. He’s younger than Thomas, but sporting a similar smirk.

If I don’t finish this job, Tommy will kill me. And if he doesn’t, the man who hired me would. Especially after being paid in advance.

I felt myself slipping from the lack of oxygen. But just as I closed my eyes, Tommy released me but the other man stays put to my side, his hands tighten around my wrists and his chest is pressing into my arm.

Tommy turns back around, adjusting his coat and lighting a cigarette before examining my flesh, the way my dress had fallen open at my chest during our scuffle.

“Who hired you?” He asked plainly.

My chest was heaving and I swear his eyes followed the movement for a split second.

“How should I fucking know? A man overpays me in advance for a hit and I don’t ask questions.”

The man holding my body hostage against the brick wall, bellows out an annoying laugh but Tommy doesn’t so much as smirk.

He sighs before reaching inside of his coat and pointing the barrel of his gun at me.

I giggle, cocking my head and studying him now. “You ever killed a woman, Mr.Shelby?”

“Enough. Tell me his name or I’ll put a bullet between those pretty eyes.” He says, almost softly, like he’s seducing me instead of trying to kill me. I hate how my thighs clench together and my nipples harden under my dress. All this foreplay tonight between the gun, the two angry men holding me against a wall and a touch of breath play.

“Promise?” I don’t know how, but I knew he wouldn’t shoot.

He sticks his gun back into his holster from underneath his coat before speaking again.

“John, put her to sleep and tie her up.” And before I could even protest, the man’s hands move from my wrists to around my skull, slamming it into the brick wall. Everything goes black. I never stood a chance.

Part two coming soon in Tommy’s POV!

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melrosing · 1 year

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anyway I'm gonna start posting My Own Robert's Rebellion Adaptation ep by ep because.... GRRM's never gonna do it?? I have too much time?? both?? stay tuned

rules are I can fuck with timelines a little as a treat, but not so much that events/character ages & development are changed. so for example Aerys doesn’t actually make Tywin hand till four years into his reign I think, but who actually cares when Jaehaerys died, let’s say it was a little later and that Tywin was made Hand straight off

finally I am picturing a two season show where this one ends w Harrenhal. anyway

Next Part: Episode 2

Episode 1: Aerys' Dad Dies

We open on the body of King Jaehaerys II, lying in state at the Sept of Baelor. There’s a silent congregation standing around him, and closest of all his children, Aerys and Rhaella. Between them stands their young son, Rhaegar

At the King’s council as they discuss next steps from here. Right now, Aerys seems faintly charming, albeit with a jagged edge. There’s mention of Rhaella’s new pregnancy, and a fear that the distress of losing their father might cause her ill health. Everyone wants the transition to Aerys’ rule to be smooth as possible, so he must choose a Hand asap. His council have ideas; Aerys has one of his own 🦁

We are introduced to Tywin Lannister, travelling in a golden coach (obvs) to King’s Landing. With him are Joanna and their year-old twins. Tywin looks pleased with himself; Joanna notes he’s not Hand yet, but Tywin has no doubt he will be

The Lannisters are greeted jovially by Aerys, who is a little too familiar with Joanna, making her, Tywin and Rhaella equally uncomfortable. Aerys is introduced to the Lannister twins (inadvertantly meeting his own future murderer - 🚨 kill bill sirens 🚨 ), and welcomes all. Generally just appears a bit too upbeat for a funeral, because as a human being he is just fundamentally Off

The funeral: burning Jaehaerys’ body in a ‘manmade pyre’. Aerys mumbles they used to have dragons for this, the implication being that there’s something faintly undignified about this for a Targaryen. Rhaella weeps, and Rhaegar stares hard into the flames because he is a weird 👏 kid 👏

Rhaella and Joanna take a walk through the gardens of the Red Keep. Rhaella implies having noticed Aerys’ behaviour towards her, and that she has noticed it before. Joanna quietly asserts that she does not invite it. Rhaella says she knows - Aerys is like that

Aerys and Tywin meet for post-funeral drinks in Aerys’ solar. Aerys comments that he finds Rhaegar kind of strange and bookish, and believes he has too much of his mother in him. More generally, we see both the familiar and the fractious in how Aerys and Tywin engage, and have some sense of the two being childhood friends (insofar as either of these men even know what a friend is ❤️). Aerys offers the position of Hand to Tywin. Tywin plays a little hard to get, but ultimately agrees. A rare Tywin smile is witnessed x

The coronation: Targ aesthetic dialled up to eleven, because I imagine the more insecure Targaryen kings would cling to it in the absence of dragons. Aerys passes the dragon skulls on his way to the throne (some heavy-handed visual foreshadowing by urs truly xo). Watching on are the heads of the greathouses and their young scions: Aerys death stands all about him in the room, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Rhaella too receives a crown, and somehow doesn’t looked thrilled about it

Final scene sees Rhaegar sitting crosslegged on the floor of his bedchamber with a book and a candle, singing a Valyrian song to himself - the words are not translated

#asoiaf #sparknotes robert's rebellion #I wanted the kids from the rebellion at the coronation to introduce them but they’re so young that it’s like #aerys getting crowned in front of a parent and baby group where the babies are his doom

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mooncalf87 · 25 days

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I could talk about Hetty and her death for hours. I could. And I have. And I will. Hetty rant under the cut if you please DFSDGSFDDS

I honestly don't even know where to begin with this. I have so much to say about Hetty to the point that I woke up at 4a.m today because I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Hetty is an absolutely magnificent character. First off- She is a Victorian Woman. Women back then wernt treated like people. They were thrown around, used and abused, before being thrown away. Hetty was forced into a marriage (with her cousin, none the less) and was forced to be the perfect high-class image her entire life.

She was probably forced into having Thomas, but even though all that, she cares about him. She killed herself to try and secure him a safe future. She thinks Thomas must hate her- resent her for what she did to herself and how she treated him- but you can tell the opposite is true. Even after Hetty is long gone, Thomas still went to her for advice. He asked her if he should marry a lady he was seeing, and he didn't know, but Hetty was there and she cared.

Hetty had all these windows put up around her for all her life. Windows specifically because you can see her, but you can't touch. You can admire, but you can't love. You can see the display version of her that was put out to see, but you never get to see the Real Henrietta Woodstone.

Until Hetty died, and met the Ghosts. Slowly, one by one, they broke down these windows and Hetty was finally able to become herself. She allowed herself to enjoy the afterlife- to indulge in everyday things like TV, smelling foods, sex, jokes and laughing, and so much more that she wasn't ever allowed to do when she was alive.

She allowed herself to love and to be loved.

She made connections with the ghosts, she had a best friend, she had arguments and betrayals, she allowed herself to feel real love for Trevor. She did this all because she knew she had nothing to fear, that no one would be able to come back and hurt her.

But then Elias came back. Actually, it turns out he had been there the entire time. Waiting and listening the entire time, underneath the very house that Hetty was haunting. Though all the years she felt safe and at home, her terrible husband was there waiting the entire time.

They were able to get rid of him, but I can only imagine how terrified Hetty must've still felt. All this time that she felt safe, he was there.

But still, she allowed herself to live, even after this. To change and grow, even though she is a hundred and fifty years old. We have watched her experience new things, we have seen her get a chance to live again through the Arondakers and their BnB.

Then, Flower got sucked off. Or so they thought, anyways. The house wasn't the same without her, whether they liked it or not- they were incomplete. Until they found out Flower had been down a well this whole time.

Desperate to get Flower out and back to the group, Hetty revealed her deepest darkest secret. Her death- suicide. She killed herself to try and save family, but then she finally let the secret of her death out to do the same thing. She saved family.

No one knew, either. Pete knew they had a telephone, Hetty even talked to him about it. When Hetty told him about her phone, all along, she had those cords tight on her neck underneath that dress. And no one knew.

Her and Trevor were having sex for MONTHS, and they probably will again someday soon. But still, he had no idea. Not once did he see those marks or that cord, not once did he ever ask any questions.

I imagine that Hetty was glad. Glad that her shameful secret could hide safe under her collar. But I think she was also hurt. Hurt that a man she has spent countless hours with doesn't realize that there is a secret under there. She works hard to hide it- the fake story made up about her Morphine induced death, so Trevor would truthfully no reason to question it- but Hetty is only human.

She feels real sorrow and real pain, but she still hides some of it. When she pulled down that collar, you can see that she is looking at Isaac. Isaac watched her grow up and pass him in age, Isaac knew her from when she was just born, Isaac is her best friend.

She looks away and looks at the ground, you can see the fear in her face. Fear that no one will treat her thr same anymore, fear that all she will be shown is pitty and apprehension. But that's not what happens. They don't pitty her, but they try to help her. She is their friend, and they don't care how she died a hundred years ago, all they care about is who she is now and if she is okay.

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OUGH HETTY MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AUSGHHHH

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day-at-rhodes-island · 7 months

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My main issue with the seaborn is that they are the least interesting part of the situation they are in, and the fact that they have been given center-stage is frankly criminal.

As always, this is my opinion and not objective fact, but I'm right and would die on this hill.

Let us imagine for a moment that literally nothing is different except that Skadi killing Ishar'mla worked, and all the sacrifices of the abyssal hunters actually did something (we'll get back to this). The only seaborn left are in scattered groups, cut off from we many, that occasionally get attracted to the Abyssal hunters so Hypergryph has an excuse to use those game mechanics.

The first theoretical abyssal hunters event is fairly similar to the Under Tides we do get. It focuses on introducing Iberia and exploring how the inquisition rules with an iron fist even after the danger has passed. Talk about the mass killing of AEgirians and how the terrified communities just let it happen. Glaadia is smitten by Kal'tsit, we get to meet Laurentina, roll credits.

The second abyssal hunters event is about exploring the golden days of Iberia before the profound silence as the Abyssals search for a way to safely return home. Focus on how the partnership with the AEgirians made them strong, and how the inquisition rose to power in the chaos and fear of the silence. They eventually find an old ship and after fighting off the obligatory small swarm of sea terrors set off to finally go home.

The third abyssal hunters event introduces us to the Atlantean AEgirian civilization. It explores the program that created super soldiers with an early expiration date, and how the political situation in AEgir allowed it. People get mad at the abyssals for attracting yet another group of sea terrors. The boss is what is left of an abyssal hunter fully lost to the transformation (perhaps this is a good time to introduce The First To Talk?).

That would be better right? I mean most of what I've described (for the first two) is actually in Under Tides and Sultifera Navis, it just gets overshadowed by the focus on the big spooky ocean monsters and how big and spooky they are.

So, enough talking about what could have been, let's talk about what is, and why it's bad enough that it got me thinking about this in the first place.

The seaborn have no personality. This is intentional. Practicing art and maintaining a sense of self is how the abyssals we do meet have managed to last this long, their self expression literally protects them from the consuming uniformity of we many. This is not, on it's own, a problem.

The fact that this is true and that the seaborn are treated in the story as the antagonist is crazy. They could have been presented in a 'man against nature' conflict sort of way, providing a situation in which the protagonists could shine on their own. Unfortunately, they didn't even do that, as is clearly shown by The Bishop and Amaia.

The most compelling enemies in Under Tides and Sultifera Navis are the church of the deep. You know, the characters that aren't seaborn. Arknights likes having complex villains, and nothing is a less complex character than a seaborn (again, by design!) so they have to bring in characters that aren't seaborn. Just don't make the seaborn the focus in the first place!

Also, by presenting the seaborn as a genuine threat they are giving justification to the Inquisition and the Abyssal Hunter project. I know there are scenes that are meant to show that these things were actually bad, but they're a bit hard to get behind when you have a whole fucking game mode set in an alternate future timeline where the seaborn are an existential threat to all other forms of life.

Another issue with going 'the seaborn are still a genuine threat' is that all the shit Skadi and the other abyssals went through apparently didn't do much, I guess. It feels like they are retroactively ruining a story we didn't even get the chance to enjoy.

I'm going to cut myself off here. There's more narrative nitpicks I have about the seaborn (Like how, just because they don't have personalities doesn't mean they have to be boring, and yet!) but they get even more into how it was executed rather than fundamental issues, and this is long enough as it is.

In conclusion: If the next abyssal hunters event's main story is 'there are spooky seaborn doing bad things, got to go stop them' again, I'm going to scream.

Part 2

#if you must make the seaborn the focus please at least make them more than spooky ocean tentacle monsters #arknights #seaborn #ramblings #under tides #abyssal hunters #sultifera navis #caerula arbor

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milaisreading · 5 months

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🌱🩷: Hope u all enjoy the 11th story!

Pairings:

Tokimitsu Aoshi x Manager!Yn (Post-Blue Lock)

Warnings: Reader uses she/her

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

🎄Dec 20th🎄

Days prior to the current event...

"What?! N-no! I can't do that! Please, anything but that!" (Y/n) flinched as she moved the phone away from her ear. As expected, Tokimitsu has started panicking at the mention of him joining her family for dinner. It's been a year since they started dating and both her father and brother wanted to finally meet Tokimitsu in person. Isabella and Marc were excited to meet him, and from the things he heard about the two, Tokimitsu is excited to meet them as well. The only problem were (Y/n)'s father and brother... they were a handful.

"Aoshi, I know it sounds scary, but they are both very nice." (Y/n) tried to argue over the phone.

"That's not what you said months ago! (Y/n), they will eat me alive! I can't do that! I really can't!" Tokimitsu said back, causing (Y/n) to feel offended a little.

"You act like both my brother and dad don't have common sense and can't control themselves. Aoshi, I am just asking you for one night to not be a scaredy cat."

"Me? No, no I am not doing this. I love you with all my heart, but I can't possibly do that."

"Aoshi..." (Y/n) bit on her lower lip, trying not to say something mean or rude.

"You promised you won't let your fears get in between our relationship."

There was no response from the other line and (Y/n) could feel her heart break a little at it.

"And this isn't the first time either. I understand you have your fears, we all have them. But, this is very important to me. I love you and... You know what, I give up."

"(Y/n)-" Tokimitsu started speaking, but got cut off by her.

"Save it. I will just say you are unable to come. Have fun during Christmas, I guess."

"Wait! That's not-"

But before he could finish the line went silent. Frustrated Tokimitsu started calling her again, but every time his call got declined. Tokimitsu, frustrated, put his phone away and went to lay down on his bed. He screwed up bad this time.

'I knew this would happen...' The boy thought.

'I should have never asked her out. Now she is stuck with me until she doesn't grow tired and break up with me...' Tokimitsu closed his eyes and tried to think of a solution. Flowers, apologies,gifts, and everything in-between won't help him out this time. He needed to change this, but how?

"Aryu! Aryu can help me!" The brunette thought as he took his phone back, dialing the other's number.

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"And you said all that?! Refused to meet her family?!" Aryu's yelling caused Tokimitsu to flinch as he slowly spoke up again.

"Y-yeah. I screwed up, didn't I?"

"Yes, of course you did." Aryu let out a frustrated sigh from the other side.

"It's her family. You would have met them eventually. Rather sooner than later."

"But, her father and brother sound like very scary people-"

"Oh my! Tokimitsu, you are ruining your own relationship right now!" Aryu interrupted the other, clearly mad at Tokimitsu for it.

"A lot of us would kill to be where you are now, and you are just like that ruining a perfectly normal relationship. Tell me, did (Y/n) ever force you into anything? Did she ever whine when you refused to do an activity with her?" Tokimitsu was silent for a moment, trying to remember if she ever did any of that.

"No. In fact, she was very understanding whenever I refused to do anything. She is always patient and kind with me over these things." Tokimitsu admitted.

"Right, and I can imagine that she had enough. Look, (Y/n) obviously cares for you and sees a future with you. She literally invited you to meet her family! Listen, I can't tell you how to cope or handle your fears, but this is costing you a relationship. Figure this out and man up, Tokimitsu. (Y/n) loves you, and she wants you to meet the people she loves, too."

Tokimitsu was silent as every word hit him like a brick. How did he not think of that?! He was so focused on his own fears that he forgot what this meeting could mean to her!

"Oh... I messed up..."

"Yeah, you did. You need to get this back in order. Good luck." With that, Aryu ended the call as Tokimitsu stayed laying in his bed.

'I need to fix this. I need to get my act together... I... I don't want to lose her to anybody.' Tokimitsu thought in determination as one sentence Aryu said kept repeating in his head.

'A lot of them would kill to be me...'

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At the same time, (Y/n) and Isabella were back home watching a Christmas movie. Well, Isabella was, (Y/n) was still focused on her conversation with Tokimitsu. A lot of thoughts were going through her head, as well as emotions. Anger, sadness, anxiety were the most notable ones. And, while she tried not to put the attention on herself, the troubled look didn't escape Isabella's observations.

"What happened? You look like you are about to throw up." Isabella asked, pausing the movie so that they could talk. (Y/n), while hesitant at first, spoke to the older.

"It's just... What would you do if you partner didn't want to do something important for you because he is scared? How would you approach it?"

Isabella blinked for a moment at the question.

"Is it about Tokimitsu coming over?"

"Yes..." She admitted.

"Well, that would certainly be a bummer, but I think I would understand it to a degree."

"You would?" (Y/n) wondered, earning a nod from the woman.

"Yes. As much as it sounds like hard work, I would help him overcome that fear. Relationships are built together, you know? It important to have love and understanding for one another. Just because you are ready for something, doesn't mean the other person is." Isabella said softly which caused (Y/n) to freeze up a little.

'Maybe... maybe he wasn't ready at all?! And I just sprung this whole idea on to him! Oh... Tokimitsu...' The girl thought sadly.

"It's important you two grow together and help each other." Isabella added in.

"I see..." (Y/n) muttered, getting up from her spot.

"Where are you going?" Isabella questioned.

"To fix something." (Y/n) smiled softly and ran up to her room.

Once inside, she quickly went to grab her phone.

'Tokimitsu, I am so sorry. I never asked how you felt about it!' She scolded herself and her carelessness as she dialed the boy's number. After like 3 rings the said boy picked up the call.

"(Y/n)..." Her heart broke as she heard his voice. It was full of sadness and worry.

"Aoshi..."

"I am so sorry for my stupidity." The two said in sync. Surprised, they stopped talking for a moment and then laughed a little.

"I love you, I am really sorry for being so careless."

"And I love you more. Sorry for being so stupid."

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And that is how they landed in the current situation. (Y/n) squeezing Tokimitsu's hand as the boy took in a few breaths. The cold, December air helping him calm his nerves down.

"We cam really do this another time, Aoshi. I am happy if-"

"No. I want to do this." Tokimitsu spoke up, giving her a determined smile.

"This means a lot to you, and I want to do this." The boy added in. (Y/n) felt her heartbeat quicken and she smiled at the boy.

"I will be with you, don't worry." She said back, packing his cheek.

"I-I-I... Why now?" The boy stammered out, causing (Y/n) to giggled as she slowly opened the door to her house.

"It's for courage." She said as Tokimitsu took in a deep breath.

"Thank you. I love you." The boy said, squeezing her hand as well.

"Love you more. Now, let's do this."

"Yep, together."

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #manager reader #tokimitsu aoshi #blue lock tokimitsu #bllk tokimitsu #tokimitsu x reader #tokimitsu aoshi x reader #tokimitsu

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sacredpyre · 4 months

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PROMPTS FROM FOURTH WING* assorted dialogue from the novel, adjust as necessary

“A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.”

"Fly...or die."

“This place cuts away the bullshit and the niceties, revealing whoever you are at your core.”

“You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”

"You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it."

"I’m going to keep you. You’re mine,"

"Only if you’re mine."

"I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine."

"I don’t deserve you. But I’m going to keep you all the same."

"Blades aren’t the only way to disarm an opponent."

"Nature likes all things in balance.”

"Lust and logic never seem to go hand in hand."

“Strength of courage is more important than physical strength”

“The right way isn’t the only way.”

“Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it towards the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs -on the probabilities.”

"Fear is not the enemy, but rather the catalyst for growth and bravery."

"In the darkest moments, it is our light that shines the brightest."

"The only limits we have are the ones we set for ourselves."

"Strength is not defined by physical power, but by the ability to persevere and adapt."

"Sometimes, the greatest battles are fought within our own minds."

"Forgiveness is not forgetting, but rather freeing ourselves from the chains of resentment."

"Success is not measured by material wealth, but by the impact we have on others."

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the willingness to face it head-on."

"The path to greatness is paved with determination and unwavering faith in oneself."

"We are all connected, and our actions have the power to inspire and uplift others."

"Patience is not passive waiting, but a strength that enables us to endure and overcome."

"The past does not define our future, but it can shape the strength and wisdom we bring to it."

"Our deepest fears hold the potential to become our greatest strengths."

"Love is not a weakness, but the most powerful force in the universe."

"True success is not achieved alone, but through collaboration and lifting each other up."

"Believe in yourself, for no one else can determine your worth."

"Failure is not the end, but a stepping stone on the path to success."

"Happiness is a choice, and it is found within our own hearts."

"Our scars tell a story of resilience and survival, a testament to our strength."

"Wisdom is not gained overnight, but through a lifetime of lessons and experiences."

"The power of our thoughts can shape our reality."

"Every ending is a new beginning, an opportunity for growth and transformation."

“Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”

"I will not die today.”

"I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome."

“Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.”

“None of this is worth it without you.”

“You can't make me fall for you and then die.”

“You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”

“There is no me without you.”

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?"

“Coming in last is better than coming in dead.”

“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”

"There aren't enough curse words in the word for this.”

"“Tell him if he harms you, I'll scorch the ground where he stands."

"I would rather die than harm you, and you know it.”

“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?”

“But if we let fear kill whatever this is between us, then we don’t deserve it.”

“If I asked you to stay behind, would you?"

"I try not to pick fights I know I can't win.”

“Justice is not always merciful.”

#indie rp #fourth wing #fantasy rp #open rp #meme #rp meme

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tesl8n · 5 months

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So, what would a relationship between Kozakura & Sorawo look like? I think that's the fundamental question to figure out in order to understand what the SoraToriKoza ship looks like.

We know what it doesn't look like. It's not Accomplices - Kozakura cannot be the person going to the Otherside with Sorawo, she can't be attached for life even if they come to hate each other by their shared experiences. The fact that she can't be that is in fact the biggest detriment to that relationship.

It also can't be a Nue. I can't imagine Kozakura calmly going to the deep blue Otherside, experiencing it with Sorawo in complete and total trust, letting Sorawo change her and expose her deepest selves. Kozakura has already been changed by Sorawo's eye once, and she hated it, and she feared it, and she absolutely does not feel the same way about it that Toriko does from the getgo.

What else has the story proposed? Kozakura's self imposed role is the Adult of the group. She admonishes SoraTori for their youthful indiscretions and tries to push them to be more mature. She tries to teach them appropriate social skills and to be more future-oriented. She tries to give them opportunities to grow their relationship that they wouldn't otherwise have. This is definitely where Kozakura puts herself, though it's a weird dynamic for a romantic relationship, and one that Sorawo would definitely resent, given how much she hates seeming immature to others.

The other proposed answer is an Anchor. The person that SoraTori come home to, the thing that ties them to this side of the world. The thing they fight for, to make escaping the horrors and going home worthwhile, instead of the two losing themselves to the Otherside together. This is particularly interesting, because it's a role that is diametrically opposed to the other two kinds of relationships she can't take - Accomplices & Nue need the influence of the Otherside, because they're both about exploring and becoming a part of it. The Anchor, though, is about coming home, about maintaining relationships and attachments to humanity, about being the reason they don't become part of the Otherside

So, if Kozakura's proposed roles are Adult & Anchor... well, there is one character she is both of those things for. Kasumi. She's Kasumi's guardian, the Adult in her life making sure she's taken care of and growing & learning & gaining social skills and all that. But importantly, Kasumi is also someone who traverses the Otherside, much more often and with more ease than SoraTori do, and by taking her in, Kozakura is serving as her Anchor, as the person to return to at the end of the day. Kozakura has fulfilled both of the relationships the story has promised her by taking in Kasumi. She doesn't need them from SoraTori.

I think that statement is what actually kills this as a poly story - I don't think SoraToriKoza will happen because Kasumi resolves Kozakura's arc on her own. But, let's chase it anyway.

I would propose that the kind of relationship the three of them could have is Moms. Three Moms, living together to take care of their feral Otherside daughter. SoraTori can be Kasumi's connection to her Otherside heritage, and Kozakura her connection to humanity and this side. And they all three navigate that together, and fill Kozakura's lonely mansion with life together.

#Otherside Picnic #i do think that either this story ends in tragedy or it ends in SoraTori moving in with Kozakura #tho like im pretty lost on how this story ends after volume 7 - i would have bet anything that Satsuki's funeral would be the end #of the whole series before it happened and the story kept going #so qui sais #regardless i think it's more of a two-weird-Aunts-and-a-single-mom situation with the three #i also think any relationship between Kozakura and SoraTori that's not queerplatonic is weaker. but that's prolly just my bias lol #but yeah. Kasumi one-upping Toriko by having *three* moms is extremely funny to me lol #THE EXPERIENCE

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like-sands-of-time · 9 months

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Do you think the writers realized that the way Gaius was flipping back and forth between "Merlin you're overreacting/seeing things that aren't there/trying to change the future" and "Merlin the situation is dire/this is definitely what's happening/you alone must do this ~dangerous~ thing"

Combined with the way he is a known sorcerer, not only to the court but to the king, kept like the other magical artifacts for times of injury to the royal family that his magic might be useful

Combined with the way this man picks and chooses when to help magic users escape Camelot unharmed or when to stand by and see them captured/killed

Combined with the way he gaslights the shit out of morgana even after he knows Merlin and Morgana know of her powers

That it All equates to a massively manipulative person????? He's doing everything he can to survive, damn the very real shit going on around him. Oh what's the best course of action for another child of magic born to the same lady Vivienne who's first child you snuck out of camelot? Keep her in the dark, keep her fearful and unaware of her dreams and her powers, but yeah she's Evil now because she chooses to see the good in magic and the evil in the king for killing it (which is just another plot issue but whatever nows not the time).

We can only imagine what Camelot looked like in the days of the dragons and all other magic kind, probably a lot healthier, more vibrant, more prosperous. Nevermind that Gaius got to spend his whole youth with that prosperity, Morgana (and Merlin) surely can't miss something she never had!!!!!!!!!!!

And Merlin! Sure he takes Hunith and Balinor's boy in, because he needs an apprentice, because the circumstances line up, because destiny, whatever the reason. And he cares about Merlin's life enough to sacrifice himself multiple times (only because Merlin is Emrys the god among men, immortal, sworn to serve Arthur the once and future king for all of time) But he does not really help Merlin in the following ten years. The boy who came to Camelot, the opinions he held, the care he had for others, that boy is lost or warped more like through years of Gaius' (and Kilgharrah before they just like changed his personality) careful commentary undermining Merlins beliefs and changing his actions. Then when said actions obviously work out poorly(think, self fulfilling prophecy episodes, episodes where Merlin is convinced to outright lie to Arthur's face, etc) then it's Merlins fault and Gaius is there to comfort him and then they share a funny little moment and everything's fine !!!

Like, did the writers mean to write it like this because ho-ly shit! That's how it reads every single episode. Merlin the young warlock would not have done these things. The boy he was in season one? When confronted with admitting his magic(the thing he was so self conscious of, but so proud of at the same time) or lying to Arthur to his face he would have spoken the truth. Gaius (and Kilgharrah) turned him into a man deceitful manipulative tool, bent on controlling Arthur without ever telling him the truth and letting him make his own mind.

Because that Arthur, the Arthur of season one, would have taken in the knowledge of both Merlin his friend, and morgana his sister, and stood up for them, helped keep them safe, accepted them and their magic. That Arthur clearly loved morgana and Merlin above all else, even though he struggled with saying it, he proved it in his actions. Merlin (through his mentors) TURNs Arthur from magic, when he was willing to save Mordred, willing to sympathize with magic users, to see their worth, to spare them if they did not commit crimes, willing to accept the help of a foreign mage in the caves, and willing to question his father To!! His !! Face!! About the knights code.

You're telling me Merlin would forget about these things, would lie to Arthur that Morgause lied, when he could have just said, hey she showed you your mum, but killing your dad isn't the answer. How FUCKING hard would that have been? This show made Merlin a bad guy, a man against his own kind. that's the real tragedy. Merlin, emrys, would never do these things in season one. He had to be convinced by his mum not to tell Arthur after will died. He was willing to share. The show themselves didn't want it, because it provided comedy(how does Arthur not see!!1!) And angst (how does Arthur not see !?!)

#merlin emrys #gaius #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #Kilgharrah #bbc merlin critical #bbc merlin #dude apologies for such a long fkin post i just went rant mode huh

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ambriel-angstwitch · 5 months

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You’re losing me is Merthur coded

You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't"

Arthur responds to finding out about Merlin’s magic with confusion and disbelief

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

Merlin thought he could save Arthur from his fate but now he realizes he can’t

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Merlin and Arthur loved Camelot because of the life it held. Merlin loved it even more because of Arthur and the future it promised, but now Arthur’s gone and he didn’t get what he wanted.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

When things get hard Merlin might wonder if all this was worth it

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix Always risin' from the ashes Mendin' all her gashes

Merlin is a a resilient person enemies keep beating him down but he just keeps going. He’d destroy himself and he’d destroy other people and things just to keep Arthur safe.

You might just have dealt the final blow

Merlin loves Arthur more than anything but he knows that Arthur might kill him if he learned about his magic and he knows he’d let him (at least if he knew Arthur would be ok afterwards)

Stop, you're losin' me… I can’t find a pulse My heart won't start anymore For you 'Cause you're losin' me

As Arthur put all of his focus on Gwen and then on the anger that came from losing her. He started to lose Merlin, Merlin would never leave but he didn’t have as much energy, his smile faded, he didn’t joke as much anymore.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick. My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

Arthur said he loved Merlin but yet he chose Gwen that slowly drained Merlin. The one Merlin loved so deeply couldn’t give the same love back.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

When Arthur finds out about Merlin’s magic their relationship will never be the same again. No matter if it turned out ok or horribly it still could never be the same. Arthur doesn’t know what to do with this information, he knows what someone having magic should mean but it’s Merlin.

I know my pain is such an imposition

Merlin is an imposition of the law just by being himself, but his pain is something of a burden because he wants something he can’t have not only is he a servant but he’s a man. Arthur and him could never be accepted.

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway And you know what they all say You don't know what you got until it's gone

Merlin couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt to see Arthur marry someone else until it happened and he didn’t even confront the possibility of losing him until it happened and he had to deal with the pain

How long could we be a sad song 'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

Arthur and Merlin were a tragic story and that started even before Arthur died but when he died that cemented the end. They could have been something greater if Arthur had known sooner but it’s too late now.

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

Merlin gave Arthur his everything. He stayed even when Arthur lashed out at him. He wasn’t mad at Arthur for hating what made Merlin because he understood that was how he was made.

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

But in the end all Merlin got was pain.

Fighting in only your army

Merlin only ever used his magic for Arthur

Frontlines, don't you ignore me

He stood by Arthur’s side against all odds, the dragon, Morgana, the Vikings, you name it. No matter the odds he was there, that was something Arthur saw and respected.

I'm the best thing at this party

Ok a little break from the angst. Do you ever think of that scene during a feast where it’s Merthur having intense eye contact like they’re the only thing that matters? Because that’s the only Merthur connection I could think of here

And I wouldn't marry me either

Merlin realizes why Arthur chose Gwen.

A pathological people pleaser Who only wanted you to see her

Merlin despite being argumentative and sometimes annoying still just wants to make Arthur happy.

And I'm fadin', thinkin' "Do something, babe, say something” "Lose something, babe, risk something" "Choose something, babe, I got nothing To believe Unless you're choosin' me"

Back to how I started this Merlin doesn’t like that Arthur responded to learning his secret with silence. He wants an answer, he needs to know what Arthur thinks and feels. Nothing is worse than the outright hatred. The unknown is far worse than knowing it could have been better.

#Spotify #merthur analysis #merthur angst #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #king arthur #bbc merthur #merlin x arthur #song analysis #you’re losing me #Taylor swift #midnights taylor swift #midnights ts #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #bbc arthur #arthur bbc

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(mcu!)Peter's love for Spider-Man

I saw a few reddit comments that frankly really bothered me, so I just wanted to ramble about how Peter being somewhat bothered by having to be Spider-Man in ffh and nwh (ffh esp) is more than insanely justified. He will never hate being Spider-Man, infact i think his trauma likely will spur him on to do more and more, either as an escape or a chance to help people the way he hadn't been helped, either way I believe post nwh Peter definitely still finds his joy in being Spider-Man, it'd be literally impossible to just up and make him stop. This part is more of a personal hc before I get into the rest of the post, but I think if he desired to give Spider-Man up after everything, he would have chosen to make the world forget that instead, from what I understand it would have still relieved his troubles, as nobody knows who Spider-Man is, so why would they know Peter?

Far From Home. People take the way Peter acts during the film as him no longer liking being Spider-Man, and it frankly feels very.. ignorant of like literally everything Peter has gone through, honestly. ffh is post endgame, which good fucking god - that is the most trauma inducing experience any possible 15 (16?) year old teen could endure, now im talking both infinity war and endgame, because both are just as bad. In infinity war, he obviously fights alot, not as much as he does in the second film, but it's still very rough, and well he sorta dies, which I'm sure takes a rather extreme toll on him as he could likely feel absolutely everything happening, because of his healing factor, and spidey sense, it's just a very very scary experience, hell I wouldn't be shocked if Peter was drop dead terrified everytime he felt his spidey sense, (he isn't, but I wouldn't put it past being very possible).

And, in endgame he had to hold the gauntlet for an extended period of time from an insane amount of creatures, he literally was holding the future of the entire world in his hands, I would imagine that'd be actually very, very scary. He's consistently put in unfair positions and made to just 'deal' with it, I'm sure he expected some of this but I cant firmly believe he thought he'd end up in such a crazy situation. Now, most obviously the very big part of endgame - Tony Stark fucking died dude!?!?! Let the kid have some time to grieve... not that he ended up getting any, he's literally already lost his parents, (possible uncle), and now his pseudo father, and shit does he lose more right after in such a tiny timespan.

Point is, yeah the fact he want's a goddamn break is not the most insane thing that's happened, god forbid a thoroughly traumatized teenager wants a break without needing to have the burdens of the world (literally) on him again. It just gets to me each time there are such crazy expectations for him, as if any a bunch other characters or people wouldn't literally crumble into pieces if they experienced the amount of stress a kid like Peter is holding constantly. We also get an actual insight on an exact thing I mentioned, where he has a talk with Mysterio where he just wanted to be a normal kid for at least a few seconds, and god is he owed all of that and more. He never got a break, he never got a real chance to comprehend everything that went around him, he got pulled into a fucking other world crisis and yeah - sue him for being exhausted, and not motivated to attempt that all again.

No Way Home. Okay, to start this off - What the fuck? I don't know how obvious it has to be, but the fact Peter is not ecstatic to be Spider-Man after not only having his "identity revealed, but (all I'm about to say is from ffh, still going to get into nwh in a second) almost being killed multiple times, been manipulated by another adult in his life, had his trauma and losses smeared all across his face, faced with taking down an entire insanely large army of killer - explosive - drones, also faced with the fear of accidentally being the cause for a massive incident", is a VERY fair reason, I genuinely think if he stopped being Spider-Man right then and there, everybody he knew would probably support him, because god the things he went through is mind boggling, I don't know how to capture the amount of damage that must have done to Peter, not even just mentally but like quite literal brain damage, he's a kid - no world this severe amount of trauma is taken any forms of lightly. (Which is sorta shown, when Happy goes to pick up Peter on the flower field, and Peter being afraid of Happy maybe not being real)

I wish people gave Peter more credit than they think he deserves, also god Peter fights to be Spider-Man still all throughout nwh, he does his 'duty' by saving all the villains (whilst experiencing the most heinous levels of grief, post May's death), and does everything he can to save the people of their possible destruction, etc. One could fight for the fact Peter.. sorta did cause all of that, even if indirectly - but honestly, I genuinely cannot imagine a different outcome. "What if he went to the lady first, like Strange suggested" It definitely would have not worked, she literally only agreed because he saved her from a being that wouldn't exist had it not been for the earlier mess up, I literally cannot imagine how he would have been able to get any of fixed or back to a state of tolerable at the very least. Peter deserves (and wants) to not live his life as horrible as expected it'd be, he'd never get to any form of normal again, everything he loved was on the line, and half of the world hated him, (alot, wanted him dead or -behind bars).

Peter Parker is just a kid, that is the first and foremost the most important aspect to his character, because the way everything is affected is so so different its ridiculous, the way he will function as a whole when older is very starkly different had this happened to somebody around the age as most of the avengers, all because his brain is just simply not capable of handling such amount's of trauma, or stress. And the way he functions now is so important too, because he's a kid, n' hell will it be obvious how childish he can think or act.

Lastly, another thing I simply hate that people do is when they find the idea of Peter having trauma unrealistic. I'm very much thinking too hard about his character probably, but he is a character with such complex details, and his life is splayed out infront of us through the films, giving us every event that could likely be a cause of something to happen one day, or something that is a cause of an action he already did. I hate that people think just because he's a movie character he's unable to be an actual person in his world, like how everything is simply black and white when it comes to characterization.

Side Note, - this totally turned into just plain out angry rambling, as I've been just annoyed as a whole ever since I started writing this all. so mind anything I say that may be incorrect, I'm defensive about Spider-Man at 8am in the morning and I haven't slept yet, so typos will be made, and some sentences will probably seem confusing.

(next day now and I think i fixed everything(??), I had decided to post this tomorrow/now when I was more comprehensible)

#spiderman #peter parker #marvel mcu #mcu #far from home #no way home #is this good tagging #im still testing this stuff out #sorry about the length #i usually keep my long rants on main

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vewyscawywriting · 28 days

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The Only Real Sin is to Deny a Craving

Okay so am I insane for writing this? Perhaps. I was over at friends and when I asked what I should write for next they said Tahm Kench, and I took that as a challenge. Because of course. This one is for the freaks I guess :P

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Tahm Kench x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 2871 words

Tags: pussy eating, overstimulation, vore (if you squint)

Summary: Tahm Kench offers to show you the prettiest places along the river, and can't help himself from hungering. But his appetite for you is different from the usual.

It was official. You were somehow magical and also so very, very cursed. The River King had his eyes on you, and there was no hiding from him. Well, who exactly could you hide from in this place and with your abilities?

The first time he came up to you and promised you a good time beyond your imagination you had almost shat yourself. Both in fear since, you know, Tahm Kench is a big guy... demon... thing, and also because what the fuck was he talking about? Those words coming from anyone else would've been a dream, but from him? Threatening beyond compare. What was he gonna do? Gobble you up, taxi you somewhere where the sunset looked all inviting and romantic and gobble you up for realsies in a "this isn't sexy I'm actually getting killed, this isn't a euphemism for sex, i can't state this enough, send help"- kinda way? It was a real possibility, no, scratch that, that was the only possibility. When he told you he could take you to the best spots along the river, fitting for an absolute doll like you, you practically choked on your drink.

"Are there many?" you gasped out after you got your breathing back under control, and you had no idea where this question even came from. Why were you humouring him? What was wrong with your brain?

"So many," he purred back, inclining his head and tipping his hat to you, "But only the best is good enough for your eyes, pretty thing."

Well, when he called you pretty thing in that southern drawl of his, how could you remain unaffected? The man had a way with words, and to be honest all he had to do was butter you up a little and you'd probably let yourself get whisked away like some sort of moron. In your brain a visual of some sort of list - quite like Pyke's - started to manifest itself, but instead of names for killing they were names of previous trysts with champions. The name Tahm Kench seemed to appear in vague strokes at the bottom, signalling some kind of future - tantalisingly inviting and dangerous and insane. Your mental state seemed to be more fragile than ever when you replied: "That sounds really interesting."

"I could take you the usual way, or if you want to give those pretty legs a workout we can walk along the river shores to where we want to go. Well, you know what I'd advise." He eyed you up, and you shivered. Or shuddered. It could have been both. Should have been just the shudder. "No reason for you to tire yourself out just yet."

Promising. Arousing. He was a large frog (sorry - Catfish), and this really shouldn't be.

"Give me some time to think about it." Your answer should've been a hard no, but really what reason did you have to reject him at this point. Your tryst list was long and extensive, and there were only 154 champions left to go. He could take one off the tally. You were insane. His tongue could probably reach your throat from your pussy. "I meant yes, that sounds amazing."

"Well, and here I thought you were just going to bat your eyes, but colour me surprised. So what will it be, or no, don't even answer sweet, I can see it in your pretty little eyes." - and the monsters jaw unhinged.

It was a strange, cosy feeling, like you were embraced in a warm all encompassing hug. You could get used to this, it made you feel a strange sense of safety-

and the next second you were out. You looked around slightly bewildered. Going from a dreamlike state to real life in a second got your brains needing second to catch up. He had dropped you off at the shoreside, where the river met the sea in a small waterfall, the sun rising just over the horizon as under your feet was a plaid blanket and a basket of food. Second breakfast came as a romantic picnic and you gasped.

"Well Dove, it's time I leave you to it then. Give a yell and I'll be back in a second, wouldn't want to spoil the view you see, or your appetite." And before you could reply he had already waddled his way into the river, leaving you alone with the food and the sound of flowing water. You were a little disappointed that he left. All the times the two of you had spoken he had been a gentleman and amazing conversation partner. His smooth, drawling voice had you feeling all kinds of ways, but the silence of the morning slowly getting filled with the sound of birds was something could definitely get used to as well. After you opened the basket you found it filled to the brim with sandwiches and sweets, and you wondered idly where he'd gotten the basket. There was no way he made this for you himself, there was no way. Lost in thought you took a bite of the food, watching the sun rise with a calm feeling washing over you. Yes, you could definitely get used to this. The spot next to you seemed a little lonely.

He was back right at the moment you were starting to feel like you were done.

"All done fattening up, dove?" he said, jokingly (you hoped), "I hope you enjoyed the humble meal, didn't have time to get anything fancy for someone like you, but I hoped the view would help with digestin'. Now, are you ready to head to the next place?"

You nodded and were whisked away again. Put onto solid ground minutes later, though it felt like seconds, you noticed he had taken you to another cosy spot. Sun filtering through the trees to make sure you only got the best of the rays, as wildflowers bloomed around you, busy bees flitting around creating a nice buzzing sound around you. After that second breakfast, sitting in the sun, alone with nothing or no one distracting you, you felt yourself dozing off. The first two times your eyes fell closed you caught yourself, stopping your head from dropping back against the rough bark of the tree, but the third time the lure of sleep got you in its clutches and you were unable to deny. During your little nap you could faintly hear the soft purring of a low voice, just speaking to the side of you, but you could not hear what he said. Or feel like listening when the sound alone was so soothing and lulling you back into sleep so sweetly. When you woke up the spot next to you was painfully empty.

"Well, it is high time for our final spot, beau," he drawled as you finally realised you were actually awake in such a pretty place. Tahm had good taste, and you couldn't wait to see what the last spot was he would drop you in, a little sad that it almost seemed to be the end of the date already.

"Now, for this one spot I want to take a little walk," he said, and you groaned as you stretched. The sun was already setting and you wondered how long you had been asleep, and why you even went to sleep out in the open with the River King as your sole companion in the first place. "It's a real special place, you see. Don't have a pretty thing on my arm that often, can't fault a man for trying to draw this out."

You were certain there was a blush on your face. You knew the demon was known for smooth talking, but never had you actually heard him seduce quite so literally.

The reflection of the sunset on the river that wildly raged beside you had you almost blinded, and you let him guide you to the final spot, trusting him to keep you steady and safe. What a delectable fool you were. If he wanted to devour you he could have done so many times by now, but he was a patient man, and he hungered for something a little different than the usual today.

A small stumble had you almost tumbling into the glistening river, but you were held steady as Tahm Kench purred in your ear that you had reached your destination. Hidden from view was a small clearing next to a waterfall, overlooking the forest below with the river meandering through the idyllic landscape. The sunset cast the world in a soft orange glow, as the sound of the waterfall beside you almost deafened you to the world. Almost missing Tahm's voice when he inclined his head to you and asked: "Now, most delectable summoner of mine. What is it you hunger for?"

He was still holding you, now in both his arms as he leaned you back, hanging over you as if you were in the middle of a dance. A shiver went through you as he spoke, the low vibrations traveling through you as you barely heard him above the sound of the water. You hungered for many things, but right now you were embarrassed to say you hungered for him. It must've shown in your eyes as you looked away, blush once again adorning your cheeks as he chuckled. "You're as subtle as you are tantalizing, dear. If you keep blushing like that I might just gobble you up... for what I hunger for is you, and I'm planning on overindulging tonight."

Fear struck you, but you felt almost paralyzed when he lowered you down on the soft earth beneath you. "Now, don't you worry your little head you hear, I won't release you from your life yet... not in the literal sense that is. Though you might wish for me to do so later."

What did he mean? What did that mean?? His large form hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and opening your legs as he leaned forward to inhale deeply. "That aroma seduces..." he purred as his tongue lolled out to lick rows upon rows of sharp teeth, and you felt a throb of arousal so deeply you had to stop yourself from groaning.

"For what do you hunger, summoner?" he once again purred as claws hooked onto your jeans, pulling slightly, fabric dragging down your skin just enough to tease. "Tell me, and your cravings will be satisfied."

His maw was opened in a smile from ear to ear, tongue peeking out just barely as a promise more than anything, and you were able to whisper just above the sounds of nature around you. "You."

"Well, how could I possibly refuse such a tantalizin' request," he replied, tongue already out, oh so eager to have a taste of you, as with a quick drag your lower half was unclothed, shiver betraying your arousal as a cool wind hit your unsurprisingly wet core. He wasted no time giving a long, sloppy lick from your anus to your clit and you gasped at his greed, a low purr escaping him. He drawled out his satisfaction, as his tongue gave another wet lick down your nethers, uncaring about technique or decorum as all he wanted to was savour your essence on his tongue. "You simply taste divine," he said, pushing your legs wider around him as he dove in further, tip of his tongue entering you to get more, as the top of his tongue was firm on your clit. He pushed in further and you groaned as he started lapping at your walls as if he was having a great meal, his hums of satisfaction thrumming through your body as if he was a giant vibrator. Your orgasm came fast and overwhelming, brought on by his greed while his hands gripped at your thighs tightly. A gasp of his name, a cry for him to pause, but he didn't, slurping up your essence as he continued his onslaught.

"That was barely an appetizer, dear," he drawled, tongue still inside you as drool dripped down on you from his giant maw, soaking your lower half even more than you had managed yourself. "Now I was saving my appetite for you for quite some time, so it's going to take a little more than that to satisfy me, y'see?"

You weren't sure if you did see. As a matter of fact your eyes had closed a long time ago, and your brain hadn't really been functioning all day either. All you knew was the pleasure he was providing you with, the sloppy technique he employed that somehow made you see stars with every wet, greedy lick. Your legs were shivering in his grasp, but he didn't let up, the sound of the river not enough to cover the obscene sounds his tongue made inside of you as he pushed in further still - eager for more. He was truly trying to devour you, and you gasped out as your walls fluttered around him, gushing wetness as you felt yourself rush to another shaky orgasm. It came just as quick as you shivered in his hold, head thrown back as he once again voiced his appreciation at your offering. A moan escaping him between slurps as instead of slowing down he sped up once again.

"No, wait," you gasped, trying to get away from him in earnest, but your treacherous legs pulled him closer, arms flailing above your head as they tried to find purchase in the grass. You were sure by now you had pulled out all the grass around you, and even unearthed some small shrubbery you got your hands on, but you needed something to hold onto as tears filled your eyes at the overstimulation. "Tahm I can't-"

"I'm sure you can, doll, just a little more," his voice was smooth as always, but a rough edge had appeared, making you cry out as he practically bent you in half, legs around your face as he tongue fucked you in earnest, making sure to lap up any and all of your arousal as he went. "My hunger has not yet been sated."

His hunger was never going to be sated, you thought as tears ran down your face, but your core throbbed in maddening deliciousness. Your mouth was open in constant gasps and whines, begs escaping you though you weren't sure if you were asking him to stop or continue at this point. Your sore pussy spasmed around his long tongue as the slightly rough texture of it rubbed against your clit. And with the way he was bent over you it rubbed your entire stomach as well, soaking the shirt you still wore with his drool as he ate you out like a man starved. "Please," you gasped out between keening gasps, unable to hold in your sounds as you were unsure you had another orgasm in you, not with how intense the other two were. But your body was as greedy as him as your stomach tightened so intensely you thought you were going to turn inside out, more fluids squirting out of you as you gasped and writhed on the grass. "Enough, ahh, enough," you cried and when his tongue retreated you almost started crying in earnest.

"Such a fragile little thing," he said, grinning. "Barely enough to take the edge off the craving." he leaned back, holding your spend body up to his large, wanting maw, as your lower half recoiled from the feeling of warm breath hitting your abused pussy. "Just one more... just a little dessert, and I'll let you go..." A shuddering groan was his answer as he leaned back a little further, placing you with your legs wide over his impossibly large face, mouth opening to ease your entire lower half into his mouth. "...then, I'll be satisfied."

You were going to die. No, at this point you wished you could escape his long tongue that once again licked his way towards your entrance, but now it felt like your entire lower body was getting devoured by him, and you spasmed as you felt liquid drip down into his almost painfully hot, waiting maw. Words were foreign to you now, as only weak mewling sounds escaped you, shivering and shuddering with every lick. It was almost gentle, the way he moved it, but it could as well have been pain he was inflicting upon you, so intense was the feeling it evoked. Sharp teeth rubbed against your ankles that hung from the corners of his lips, scratching and drawing just the tiniest bit of blood, a taste that almost drove him to madness himself.

You understood now, why he said you might be wishing for him to release your life at the end. There was nowhere to escape him, and your fingers dug into his skin as you came for the fourth time, a shuddering cry escaping you as you squeezed out the last you had in you. He drank you greedily, deeply, and finally released you with a satisfied chuckle. Gently he held your boneless form to his chest, as he looked down upon you almost lovingly.

"Now, that meal left me satisfied," he chuckled, "Until next time."

#tahm kench #tahm kench x reader #champion x summoner #x reader #x y/n #league of legends #lol x reader #nsft #monster #terato #smut

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mishy-mashy · 4 months

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That smile that Bruce has in his final moments really make me think he already passed OFA and already knew his successor was going to strengthen the quirk rather than fight straight away. So he knew the quirk would be safe and they had some advantage over afo

Yeah, he did pass it on before fighting AFO; every OFA wielder managed to pass it on before their death by AFO's hand. Only Banjo and En (excluding All Might and Midoriya) still held it when they fought AFO, so Bruce would've been like the others: fighting with the Ability/Quirk already passed on.

For reference, the excerpt from that volume extra with Banjo's face on it;

"All the predecessors besides the Fourth were indeed killed by All For One, but each one managed to pass on the Quirk before their death."

All For One killed them. But they passed on the Quirk before they faced him.

But also, Shinomori went into hiding to avoid society, I don't think he'd actually join the fight of the Resistance when they're fighting AFO's side—he's at the top of their chaotic land. It's a fight with the one who governs current society. The "demon lord". Most of the Resistance died with Kudo, so Bruce fighting AFO was either with whoever was left, or he was completely alone, and those are old corpses.

At Bruce's fight and eventual death with AFO, I think he might've gone back to where Kudo and the rest died. Whether he did or not, he took the last members with the Resistance for a last stand, if any remained. They probably did have some left; Kudo shouldn't have left Bruce to fight him and continue OFA, with no one on his side. Cruel, and a small platform for Bruce to stand on. The platform of the vestiges was already small compared to AFO when doing a symbolism of the power difference. Imagine Bruce on his own.

(This was when Nana and Yoichi pushed AFO+AFO/Tomura out of the vestige world)

Plus, since the Resistance started out of "our Leader [having] misgivings about the future", Kudo wouldn't have brought everyone to fight AFO. If he did, the Resistance ends right there; there has to be a chance their will and cause continues into the future, neverminding Bruce and OFA. I don't mean Yoichi's will here—I mean the Resistance's. Don't bring everyone to the death march.

But look at how we only see two others when Bruce died, and even after Bruce is clearly dead, AFO still tries getting an answer from him. He wouldn't have left any survivors in this fight, let alone Kudo's.

Since Shinomori got OFA when he was 22, I think he and Bruce had been something of colleagues before, especially since Bruce knew where to find him in the forests. Since Shinomori had run into the hermit life to escape society and its weirdos, citing it as a "horrible era"

Bruce could just trust him with it and ran back to the city. He knew where to find him, they're close in age, one decided to fight to restore society while the other ran from it for what it became...

He didn't choose a member of the Resistance. But Bruce made a smart choice for who the next successor would be. He chose fast (enough that AFO was still mad about Kudo and Yoichi to bother interrogating a corpse), and chose the guy who:

● lives off the radar

● has a will against AFO/society, driven enough that he went off to hide

● has an Ability that senses danger, so he can always escape or be warned in time

● can evade AFO and his influence repeatedly

● is cautious, if not careful

● isn't tempermental to go get himself killed, with enough fear to know to step back

● would be unknown and non-existent to AFO, because he avoids society, where the big evil lurks

Shinomori knew the instant he received the Quirk that he wasn't strong enough. Bruce would have to have been present to at least pass it on, so Bruce probably knew Shinomori's decision too, to build up the will.

Until En with his hair, each transfer was probably blood, since that was the OG method between Yoichi and Kudo that worked for sure.

When Bruce passed it to Shinomori, he chose a guy who didn't have an offensive Ability like him or Kudo (who managed to use his offensively when it was just small objects at his time). He chose a guy who could keep the wielder and Quirk safe, and would pass it on once he was done with his turn. I don't know if they knew Quirks stockpiled in OFA, but if they did, Bruce made a smart choice. If they knew or not, Bruce still chose well to ensure the will continued into the future, away from AFO's reach.

So yeah. Bruce passed One For All before fighting All For One, and likely knew Shinomori's intention. The reason he smiled could've been because he knew AFO would take another loss today, but the only details we got of his death are few. He smiled, fought, and died impaled, with dead comrades around, and AFO trying to get an answer out of him for Yoichi's whereabouts.

I'm still curious on why Bruce smiled because there are reasons we could put together, and reasons we don't know. Was it because he got one over AFO? Did he enjoy the fight? Because he was facing death in the face and couldn't help but smile? Because somewhere, One for All was growing to screw AFO over in the future? We don't know much of the fight's details itself beyond [AFO participated] and [Bruce was killed].

(Remembering how Bruce's Ability works just puts his fight against AFO as even more desperate or dire, really. He temporarily charges energy, but can only release it per limb once [ex. Midoriya still having a leg of Fa Jin]. So like when Midoriya used his individual fingers, Bruce only gets one shot for each body part he can think of. His strength with OFA isn't as much as it could be either, because he isn't the wielder anymore. All he has are the leftover fumes.)

#bruce is hot #the one and only picture we get of him smiling and its when hes fighting to the death #looks like hed be a scary smile guy #all the OFA users who fought AFO with it already passed on were basically fighting to protect the successor #kudo fought and bruce used that time to pass it on to a hermit #bruce fought and distracted a frustrated AFO who has no idea where Yoichi is now. BECAUSE BRUCE GAVE IT TO A GUY THAT AVOIDS WHERE AFO RULE #SOCIETY.#AFO is a city boy #born at a riverbank and ended up in the cities #skipping banjo and en because they didnt pass it on before facing AFO #Nana passed it to All Might and gran torino had to force All Might away so Nana died fighting AFO to let the successor live #when nana and all might met his family was already dead so. the comment of him considering nana as his mother and watching her die for him-#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT BRUCES SMILE AND I WENT OFFCOURSE.#thanks for the ask #ask #bruce #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #afo #all for one #ofa #one for all #hikage shinomori #spoilers #vestiges #fa jin #danger sense #bruce is dead but i like the idea that afo was up in his face and bruce decided. nah man this isnt the last thing im seein. and LOOKED UP

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