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wilwheaton · 3 months

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What the actual fuck, Larry David.

So I heard about it, but didn't watch it until now. Holy shit it's even worse than I thought. What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Elmo is, like, the best friend to multiple generations of children, and is currently putting mental health and caring for others in the spotlight.

And Larry Fucking David ... did ... that? And thought it was going to be ... funny?

What an asshole. What a stupid, self-centered, tone deaf asshole.

Hey, fucko: First of all, you aren't even in the segment, but you just decided to barge in and draw focus because ... why? You couldn't stand that a puppet brought people together in a meaningful way that you can't? You couldn't stand that your appearance on national television to promote your wildly successful series was delayed for a few seconds while the adults talked about mental health?

I really want to know what raced through his tiny little mind, and why there was no voice or person who spoke up to stop him.

You know who is watching the Today show with their parents? Kids who also watch Sesame Street. Elmo is an avatar for children all over the world. Children who are too small to understand Elmo is a puppet will know that a man attacked him for no reason, and that will frighten them.

Elmo inspired a deeply meaningful and important moment of collective support among disparate people who have been struggling through the traumas of a pandemic, daily mass shootings, the rise of fascism and everything associated with Trump's violence and cruelty.

And shitty idiot Larry David couldn't stand it, for some reason. He had to indirectly tell everyone who opened their hearts to a Muppet that they were stupid, and he thought it was a good joke to physically attack and choke this character who is beloved by children and adults alike.

I've been bored by and totally over Larry David's brand of being an asshole to everyone because they had the temerity to exist around him since the day it started. It was easy to just ignore him. But this thing he did was hurtful, it wasn't funny, and his bullshit non-apology tells all of us everything we need to know about him.

Larry David strikes me as a person who mocks and belittles people who are vulnerable and sensitive, who is cruel because he enjoys it and is untouchable. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's who I see whenever I can't find the remote and he's on my television.

By contrast, Elmo and the Muppets teach and model that kindness and empathy aren't weak or stupid or any of the things people like Larry David and my dad think they are. Elmo and the Muppets teach children to be gentle and kind, to celebrate our different cultures and to embrace all of our complicated feelings.

I hope that, when the dust settles, Larry David's appalling behavior will be a footnote to a larger story about how, for just one day, a Muppet made a difference by helping all of us who are struggling feel just a little less alone and anxious.

A man who would belittle and mock that isn't much of a man at all.

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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I am such a simp for Scara Nobu omg. I'm in love with him being AFAB 🥹

Thinking about him cumming completely untouched just from your praise :(( He needs to hear it so badly, he's your good boy and just wants you to say it all the time <33

-👖

♡︎ 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 ♡︎

characters: AFAB!sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: praise, markings, dirty talk, praise, degrading, thigh riding, cumming untouched, virgin scara my beloved<3

notes: currently on my last fucking line of sanity as i think of transmasc scara squeezing the life outta me with his thighs

wanderer, formerly known as balladeer or scaramouche, was not exactly the most gentle of lovers. he’s always on the defensive, ready to protect himself whether it be verbally or physically. years of trauma, torture and manipulation at the hands of the second fatui harbinger - il dottore - doing nothing to soothe his harsh personality and snappy attitude.

he hated everyone and everything. each and every disgusting trace of emotion other than hatred and sadistic glee being frowned upon, slightest bit of gentle touch met with a harsh glare and a smack. yes, he hates everything.

everything and everyone except you.

he doesn’t really remember how it all started, how the swirling emotions of affection in his chest started. perhaps it was when he first met you when you were with the traveler, during his mission of finding out about the truth of the stars and meteors?

maybe during the lantern rite when the two of you stumbled upon each other as he held his bleeding side, denying your kindness of treating his wounds verbally but never doing anything to live up to his words?

he doesn’t remember and frankly he doesn’t care, not when his smaller frame is sitting on your lap, greedily whining as he chases after your lips in a drunken haze.

his own lips was already cherry red, swollen with small hints of blood, giving chase every time you pull away with a low whimper of a plea slipping from his mouth. his white and blue fabricated kimono top already sitting discarded at the edge of your shared bed, shorts halfway taken off, pooling at his ankle as he grinds himself on your thigh with a bright blush.

"hey now, let me breathe for a bit darling" tugging on his short, messy purple locks, guiding him away from yourself you took deep breaths in and out. wanderer whined at that - stupid oxygen. keeping him away from his lover.

taking your other hand in his smaller one, he guided it towards his side where the zipper to his bodysuit is - silently begging you to undress him. understanding his silent, unexpressed words you fulfilled his wishes, fingers grabbing at the zipper of his bodysuit, slowly pulling them down as your lover wiggled on your thighs with a beautiful deep shade of red blooming on his cheeks.

slipping your hand under his tight bodysuit, you felt him jolt at the sudden feeling of your fingers brushing on his sensitive nub. a quiet, poorly muffled whine escaped his throat as his hips bucked when you decided to give an experimental tug to his puffy nipple.

"ooh? so you like having your nipples played? who knew my sweet little kuni was such a whore" tugging down the turtleneck collar of his bodysuit, you bit down on his sensitive spot of jugular between his neck and shoulder, making the puppet in your arms whimper loudly. face burning up in shame, wanderer wanted to deny your words but deep down he knew it was true. especially with his body reacting so deliciously to each and every last one of your touch on him.

"aww you're this wet for me already? just from a simple tug on your nipples dear?" feeling his wetness soaking through his bodysuit and wetting your pants, you couldn't help but coo at his adorable flushed face. pinching and tugging on his sensitive bud, you leaned down to wrap your lips around his other nipple through his bodysuit. at that, wanderer let out a moan, gazing down at you with a completely red face, a hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. archons, this was all so perverted but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"aanh... w-wait [name]~ wait wait wai-!! mmngh!♡︎" squealing as he threw his head back, your sweet lover spasmed. hips bucking on your thighs before a sudden wetness soaked through your pants more. did he just-?

letting go of his sensitive nipple, you looked up to gaze upon wanderer's face burning up in shame with tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes. hiding his face in your shoulders he let out a whine before asking you a question that made you giggle.

"can we do that again...?"

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satubby · 3 months

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Heyyy❤️ writer,Your yandere concept of Ryu Si O was amazing.I literally loved it. I request you infact beg😭you to write a hot smut between Ryu Si O & his S/O which would also serve as the 2nd part of the yandere concept.Hope you'll write more amazing stuffs.I'm eagerly waiting for your updates.

Hello my beloved reader, I'm sorry for answering your question... so late but you know, I have school exams in a few months so I stayed away from the Internet. But I hope you like this NSFW scenario of Ryu Shi-oh, something yandere hehe.

Author's Notice: As such, this is told from the POV of our beloved Ryu Shi-oh....

'Baby, eyes don't lie.... Cause I know I love you' — <Based on the song: Eyes don't lie by Isabel Larosa>

If we were honest, the first time I saw you, it was in the worst conditions, both prisoners of our environment. Your smile did not flank even though you will receive blows, I insulted you and kicked you in those cells of Pavel where darkness was our days.

I thought you were a fool, I cursed you for months when you gave me hugs or smiled like a stupid despite your wounds, I was years before you in this crappy cell I called home.... In fact, I don't even know if it could be called that. I did not understand in those moments that those feelings unknown to me, would be the ones that torment me to this day.

That at some point I began to love you, even though we lived like animals struggling to survive, at some point it was comforting to know that you would live another day by my side.

I don't know at what point we began to embrace each other.... I don't know at what moment I opened my shell to you that had been closed so as not to show weakness, at what moment we both began to long for each other? When emotions were forbidden in that hell where freedom was a luxury and living a necessity.

I thought we could escape, that we would be happy out of that place, so I followed the foolish plan of the one I considered my friend at that time, but he was not, a simple rat who betrayed me as soon as he could.

I remember that day when we ran away, we left behind that hellish past but still both you and that bastard were caught, you cried smiling while you pushed me to escape, I did not want to but you begged me.... I saw with my eyes how you 'died' and that ugly image remained in my memories.

Then I wandered aimless until I discovered that the bastard I once called a friend was alive.

Somehow I forced myself to return with the uncertain hope that you were alive... Until at some point, I became that puppet that Pavel wanted so much, all because I was tied to those feelings for you.

Looking for you, I managed to rise to a little stronger and more influential, until that bastard told me that in fact, if you lived and that only made me angry, all those years they could have sent you to me but you were my leash... A strap that was tightening me until it burst when I saw you again 12 years later.

Unfortunately, due to the trauma, when we met again, you had already forgotten about me, yet I did not give up and hugged you until I got tired because deep down, I had clung to the feeling of loving you ... This love that burned, crushed and tortured me with longing made me have mixed feelings.

But for you, I killed and crushed those who crossed my path, I swore I would make Pavel pay for the hell they had put us in, not for anything from now on you were living normally thanks to my efforts.

And now here, feeling your curves on my hands, our lips colliding in desire and despair. I have longed for you so much, I struggled to find you... At what point did your kisses become my addiction? I don't know, because at this point I only wish our paths don't separate.

Your tongue dances with mine, our clashing hips echo in the hot air of the luxurious room. Lust runs through me, my sweat mingles with yours, I know well that our love is a luxury, I know it's wrong to have feelings when I'm still Pavel's puppet, but right now I just want to be Ryu Shi Oh— That little boy who became more than a man, a hungry beast seeking to devour everything and become strong just to find you, the one who loves you and only lives for you. My revenge comes from loving you, I would make them pay for the cruelty they would have put us through.

Our hips echo in the air of the lustful room, your pussy presses against my cock and your juices only make me want to fuck you even more. My hips twitch as you let out gasping moans, your cheeks red with arousal make me smile possessively, I love you with passion and although for years I have been swallowing this bitterness for the feelings that I still did not have clear, I can't take it anymore... You are like the drug that makes me stronger.

"Ryu.... Ahhhh~ I love you so much, you know that... so don't suffer for me anymore, please already– Let's stop with this silly revenge" You let out an agitated sigh trying to find the right words in between lust laden gasps. I know you want me to stop this, but I don't want to be a puppet anymore, I don't want to see you suffer.

I don't want you to be the leash that ties me to Pavel, I don't want to know that you are not just mine, that those bastards could kill you if they wanted to and I couldn't rebel.

Because I know we both hang on the pendulum between life and death constantly under Pavel's strings.

"I love too," I whisper between gasps, feeling your warmth enveloping my cock, your lips tasting like peaches, almost feeling like I'm eating a forbidden but longed-for fruit.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and a deeper connection that transcends mere lust.

And despite your pleas that sound more like moans, constantly begging me to stop my erratic movements— I can't help but revel in the pleasure coursing through my veins.

It's as if every caress, every moan, brings us closer to some kind of resolution: an end to the pain and torture that has plagued us both.... Sometimes I think maybe I'm just selfish and that these fantasies of love are only to avoid facing my fears, especially that question that was running through my mind.

You felt the same way about me? I can't help but get angry at the thought that other men have looked at you while locked in that cell where you were treated like a sack of meat.

However, even though I lose myself at this moment, a part of me is still aware of the danger we face under Pavel's watchful eye. But for now, in the midst of this whirlwind of ecstasy, I choose to ignore that dark cloud hovering over me. Instead, I focus solely on you and the boundless love that keeps me sane.

Scratching your back with my nails and you equally with mine, I roll my eyes as I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my body. Your moans ignite something primal inside me, fueling my lust. Feeling your pussy clenching around me drives me deeper, losing myself completely in the moment. The pleasure intensifies, erasing any sense of time or reason. I thrust harder, wanting nothing more than to give you everything you desire right now.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and we writhe like dancers in an erotic ballet telling the story of our eternal connection. You whisper sweet words in my ear, filling my heart with warmth despite the cold darkness around us.

Your words pierce through my armor and reach parts of me I thought lost forever.You whimper asking me to stop, but it's not enough, I'm addicted to your scent.

Your breasts are like dough between my hands, my lips collide against your rosy breasts and my tongue plays with those hard buttons because of the lust that emanates from your body. I don't know how much time passed, but we reached our climax, both clinging to our hands.

Like a beast I devoured everything in you— I licked, scratched, bit and fucked you to exhaustion as our bodies became a sticky, sweaty mess. In the end I only know that I love you, that I am possessive and will not let others have you, you are mine and you .... you were fine with that. Years of suffering were worth it or at least that's how it feels to me.

We fell into each other's arms and before we fainted, you whispered an "I love you" and I can only answer you by looking into your sleepy eyes, running my hands through your hair and kissing your forehead. I love you, so much that a scale would not be enough to weigh my love for you ...

Because baby, my eyes don't lie when they tell you that you're mine!

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fantasy-relax · 2 months

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Resident Evil Village Donna Brainrot

My version(hc) :

Donna Angelina Beneviento.

She is in the spectrum. She is very curious, gentle, playful and shy(at first). Sometimes she prefers to be silent not talking at all, sometimes she will be mumbling or humming when she is working, sometimes she will ramble about a particular plant or doll.

Sometimes she will play with her nieces others she will only sit and let Angie play in her place.

She prefers tea, loves dolls, puzzles, mistery and horror. (goth gf)

She is touch starved, she has separation anxiety, she is very picky with the fabric of her clothes. She dislikes loud noises, she can tolerate screaming but thunder, metal scraping etc is very annoying/scary for her.

She will make tea and medicine for Salvatore, give dead bodies and "special herbs" to Karl and Alcina. She helps Miranda with rebellious subjects.

She is a little shit and loves to scare her siblings and create chaos (because she misses them and they don't visit her). Cassandra "Rawr" was her doing.

Miranda and the lords/lady don't visit her often because donna has separation anxiety and powers that can't be evaded easily. There has been times were she has keep them trapped for weeks forcing Miranda to use her connection to megamycete to control her and put her to sleep, after waking up she was a mess but they couldn't indulge her so she is left alone. They avoid going because this but she is free to visit the problem is that she dislikes being away from her home so is a short visit. They call her as often as they can and send her gifts; Karl materials for her dolls, alcina meat and wine, Salvatore cheese and fish, Miranda seeds, books and "playmates".

So she is alone in her house with her creations most of the time.

She is petty, slightly sadistic, voyeuristic, and her curiosity can be deadly for her playmate/victim.

Now as child her parents were pretty obvious with their favoritism and disdain. They would punish her when she retailed against the servants that would overstimulated her or hurt her because in their eyes she overreacted. On the other hand Claudia was a good sister and tried to make her happy and respected her boundaries.

Donna will put bugs in the clothes of the bad servants, tacks in their shoes and poison in their drinks/food nothing deadly but very painful. Nobody could prove she did it, to the point of believing that there was a ghost in the mansion.

If she wanted new clothes she couldn't ask, her parents will denied it unless it was lost or teared apart something that casually happened in laundry days. Some servants that were cruel to her ended fired because they stealed or fighting each other for some reason.

There was a occasion were some boys call her awful names and throw rocks to her. Later they fall in hole filled with poison ivy and glass shards, when they tried to climb rocks were thrown at them.

Nobody believe them when they said that the retard Beneviento was the culprit. Just look at her! She is scared of her own shadow, she can't talk she can't even look at your eyes she is too stupid to plan something like that.

Her parents punishments teach her to be sneaky and how to manipulate people to see what they wanted while doing what she wanted. The puppeteer that hides in the shadows.

She got her scar after a accident while playing with Claudia, her parents were mad because at least she had a pretty face if she keep her mouth shut and acted normal they could have married her off, now it will impossible.

Claudia was a mess thinking that Donna hated her, Donna made a doll for her beloved sister to show that she wasn't mad at her but she took a look at her father dolls and found that she didn't vibe with it, so the doll was creepy and unnerving she even give it bone arms! That was hard to do. Claudia gladly(guilty) accepted and called the doll Angie in honor of the creator.

Then a few months later a plague kill almost all the servants, Claudia got sick and died too . Her parents followed her. Miranda took care of her, furious that they were capable of leaving their child alone if she had another child besides Eva when she died she would have never gone to the cave.

So Miranda raised Donna as much as she could with the help of Alcina.

The thing is that their morals were fucked up so:

Donna poisoned a rude maid? Well she deserve it. You know what? Here a more deadly plant.

Donna was curious about the human body? Here put this gloves and take a closer look to this body.

Donna wanted revenge on the people that hurt her? Make a list darling, I need wine and test subjects.

They indulged her on her worst behavior.

The cadou was implanted after she was almost killed by one of the parents of her playmates. The gardener was a honest accident but until she learned to control her new powers she wouldn't have staff. Alcina and Miranda couldn't visit her during that time either. That was when she gave one cadou and part of her own to Angie.

Angie is the release of her emotions, the childish, playful and chaotic part of her. This helped her to control her powers. When she told Miranda what she had done, the bird scolded her full of worry. Donna just asked her if she could do the same for her other dolls.

Miranda said no.

Donna cried because she was so lonely. Why she can give life to her friends? Why her mother and sister can't stay with her? She understands Moreau but not them. Did Miranda just use her?

Miranda hugged her and consoled her, yielding at her wishes but with conditions. Donna accepted and her connection to her dolls was made.

Angie is part of her but because she has a combination of cadou she can act as her own person. Nevertheless if she is put to "sleep" donna is more emotional and her powers are harder to control. Angie has control over the dolls too.

When Karl become part of the family she help him with his nightmares and control of the Lycans. They get along well.

Summary : Donna is a manipulative sadistic posessive woman and a lonely sweet playful woman. It depends on how the person treated her and Angie first.

She is not innocent or naive, she tends to be clinical and controlled in her actions and voice. After letting all out through Angie she gets tired so this make her be pretty quiet.

#resident evil village #donna beneviento #My work

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phonydiaries · 5 months

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Hello beloved, I have come to drop P thoughts on your ask box! Three things in fact!

I think he loves bunny kisses (the ones where your press or rub your noses together) I will die on this hill.

He preens at sweet nicknames, just cannot get enough of it.

I also think early on, because he doesn’t need to sleep, he spends a lot of time committing your features to memory and tracing them softly while you sleep.

As you can see I am in my hopeless romantic P brainrot currently <3

AAA Fairy your minddddd, I literally couldn't agree more with all of these.

Didn't know the word for bunny kisses until now but you're so right. P creates intimacy with people in such interesting ways, not having any background of human culture and would start doing this out of the blue one day, pressing his nose to yours, his lips scrunched into a boyish smile. He likes being close enough that he can see all the little flecks of pigment in your eyes, ever the keen observer.

I CANNOT get enough of stupid nicknames for P, I can't remember if I ever said in a post, but my personal favorites have always been Pinokes and Nocchi.

And the face tracing???? yes. just yes. Who needs asmr when you have a gentle puppet absolutely entranced with you as you fall asleep. He hums made up melodies, disjointed and low as his human hand traces the line of your jaw.

#these are fucking adoooooorableeee #squishing his face in my hands post haste #lies of p headcanons

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canarydraws · 1 year

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Darkness Falls

Recently Lucéena got a bit of a rejuvenation in the form of dying. Yea I know how that sounds, let me explain. Looong story under the cut

After some adventures, the party had been given a week’s worth of free time to do a bit of shopping and get some much needed rest. So we all split up. We all had errands we wanted to run, including Lucéena. At first she’d gone shopping you know, nothing exciting. But then she decided to go back to the Shadowfell portal we’d discovered earlier in the campaign, and after a bit more deliberation, she decided to jump through alone. Not the smartest move on her end lmao.

Quick little recap, the last time the party had been in the Shadowfell was when we’d been hired to steal two magical simulacrum (that weirdly looked like our warlock of the party) from the Queen of Shadows, accidentally drove her insane in the process, and left with guards on our tails. We’d also learned the realm was suffering from a curse that was turning it’s inhabitants into stone and Lucéena had also met her biological dad in the castle. While her feelings on him are… mixed at best she was still concerned enough about his well being that she wanted to check in on him. Time doesn’t run at the same rate between realms. Every hour in the Shadowfell is roughly 4 in the material plane and the party kind of had their hands full with other things. We haven’t had the chance to return since we made that huge mess and time in the Shadowfell was juuuust starting to reach a point where Lucéena was concerned with what was happening. She though this bit of down time would be the perfect opportunity to go in, send a messenger to him and leave without going to the most dangerous parts of the Shadowfell or endangering/inconveniencing her friends.

Unfortunately… she hadn’t predicted the Shadowfell queen to be waiting on the other end with warriors by her side. After a brief exchange of words combat started and it became painfully obvious Lucéena was outnumbered and outclassed. She was chased up the tower this side of the portal was housed within and after fucking up her attempt to hide, the queen found her and used command to make her fall out of the highest window, straight to her death.

Cutting back to the material plane, the others had realized Lucéena was missing and after sending spells not going through and asking for guidance from a powerful wizard friend, they eventual did figure out where she’d gone.

Once through the portal they saw signs of a struggle but no one was around. They eventually climbed all the way up the tower and then looked out the same window Lucéena had fallen out of and saw her laying there, dead. They quickly ran to her, but by now it was long past due for a typical revivification to work. And then just as they were beginning to discuss next steps, the queen showed up and she started puppetting her body into fighting them D:

While this was happening the dm and I had an aside and to help the part out we’d agreed that I’d come back as my last campaign’s character: my stupid beloved cleric/ranger, Zachriel. I’m not sure how helpful it was, but it was fun interacting with everyone as the dumb guy they got to play with before! After the queen was defeated I even had the weird opportunity to try and resurrect my own character with raise dead! Only it didn’t work.

There was a presence blocking the magic. One that was celestial in nature. That was all Zachriel was able to tell about it and Eclipse, our main cleric, was all out of spells. At this point, our warlock Fenix pulled himself aside, and reached out to his patron. He ask them to heal her, to “put her back” and he would pay any price. His patron heard him. Upon that request, Fenix cast true resurrection on Lucéena and disappeared in a flash of white-hot light…

…and Lucéena opens her eyes. Both of them. As part of true resurrection, the target of the spell receives outstanding rejuvenation. Any missing limbs/organs are restored and any disease present at the time of their death is cured. So upon the spell being cast Lucéena’s scarring was healed and her damaged eye was replaced with an orange-pupiled one, just like Fenix’s.

Fenix’s spell not only brought back Lucéena. All of the people that had been turned to stone were bright back as well! We could hear people down the halls, confused, wanting to know what was going on. And for the first ever time in the Shadowfell we could hear a full city of people outside.

#art #dnd #dungeons and dragons #elf #fighter #shadar kai #Lucéena #gosh #now I know why leaving the party is a bad thing I guess I had to learn the hard way #I tried it keep that breif but that’s really hard to do when so match happened #this all happens over the course of 2 games #and it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in dnd lmao #at least my mistake came at a semi-convenient time.#the warlock’s player couldn’t keep playing with us and was going to leave one way or another #so at least they got to go out ina very cool and worthy way #still feel bad that my one impulse decision caused all that mayhem #oof

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uchihaharlot · 4 months

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I have a question, what do you think of Obito/Tobi?

Hello nonny 😌🥹

You are my first ask on this blog 🥳🎉 And it’s of my beloved Obito/Tobi. 😍 Obito forever will be a gentle giant in my eyes with a side of fucking you stupid. Save that for another day. I will distinguish between the two personalities best I can. I feel like, aside from the mask hiding his identity, it was easier for him to be who he wanted to be in Tobi without the pressure.

Some sfw with mild suggestive themes Obito/Tobi headcanons:

Obito:

• Despite his role in bringing near world domination, he’s a lover not a fighter. After all the whole reason he went awol was because of Rin and Madara’s influence.

• Very easily manipulated. ☺️😅 Sorry Obito, he just is so gullible half majority the time. He doesn’t know any better, Madara completely lobotomized him from a young age to be his pawn after he died. A patsy for his own gain for Madara’s return from death.

• Definitely died virginal. Unless he fucked a white Zetsu, and as a teen he wasn’t very explorative given the seclusion and watchful eye of old man Madara. Plus he was focused on healing and growing half his damn body back. Plus, he didn’t look like himself anymore which probably gave him a bit of body dysmorphia and fed his insecurities.

• Genuinely believed he was being led the correct path in life. That he didn’t need anyone or the village — just Madara (especially didn’t need that Bakashi!!).

• Like majority of the men who are traumatized in this series, Obito can’t sleep at night. Late at night the inner confines of his mind play psychological warfare and close in on himself. ‘Am I doing the right thing?’ ‘Will this really make me feel better?’ ‘Will peace come once the dust settles?’

• Holds in his emotions until they crush him, figuratively and literally. Then he really carries the mantra of ‘burdened with glorious purpose.’ It replaces the heart on his sleeve and that’s when he hardens — or he thinks.

• Seeing Rin die definitely was that final straw and at the hands of Kakashi without any preemptive warning on the situation at hand. This is where Obito does a 180 and harnesses that resolve to carryon Madara’s will. Which is where Tobi comes out.

Tobi:

• Let’s see. I think when Obito designed became prisoner to this persona, it was a coping mechanism. Tobi was one way to get around his turmoil and needing a disguise was the perfect way to avoid dealing with deep seated issues. Win/win/???.

• It makes keeping a distance from the other Akatsuki members easier. Tobi doesn’t want to talk about his trauma or about his family’s history. When Itachi joins it’s imperative that the rest don’t know his secret. What trauma? He’s a new man in this new little world he’s made.

• Which is why in the beginning he’s such a butterball of feigned ignorant bliss. Obito never had the chance at a real childhood so what better way than to live that vicariously through his second ego?

• It also boosted his confidence, tremendously. Being an authoritative figure hiding within the ranks of a hand basket of deplorables made him deliciously confident. He can’t pinpoint why exactly, but having the Akatsuki on the string of his tennis shoe like puppets is an ego boost. It’s an added bonus that most are unsuspecting.

• I think Tobi sleeps most nights peacefully, not always though. Still has these moments of uncertainty, like that meme of your brain before going to bed and it spouts off some shit you’d rather not spend the night debating with yourself about. That still happens to Tobi but not as frequently as when it was Obito in the cockpit of his psyche.

• At the end of the day; we all have a face that we would hide. The face of a stranger, and when it comes to Tobi, Obito is his dead name — he doesn’t recognize much beyond the hurt that got him to where he was today. Letting it fester and further infect his brain. What did they call it? The curse of hatred: Obito is the poster child for this. Sure Sasuke would be a runner up but Sasuke literally chose the path of vengeance, Obito was molded by it. Tobi is the darkness and Obito became a prior life.

#obito headcanons #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #tobi akatsuki #akatsuki #uchiha clan #obito #naruto obito

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Prologue)

Summary: a tale of teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness

Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics) Overlooked trauma, Bottled up emotions. will add more as the series progress

Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God.

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 1171 words

Author’s Note: ah yes, here we are. this started as "why aren't there more women-centric sagau fics" and I realized I might be looking in the wrong places but fuck it I'll write one myself. There will be male characters in this fic however, they will serve as side characters. I also feel the need to disclose the fact that I'm still doing research on the whole Genshin lore which is why some parts of this might be inaccurate. La Signora is alive because it's a self-indulgent fic I do what I want. So if you dislike everything I've said in this note then I believe this fic isn't for you. But if you do like whatever I've said in this note, then I hope you enjoy reading beloved readers <3

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The Twelveth Harbinger. The Guardian. Also known as the hidden Harbinger, for the people of Snezhnaya at least. For the rest of Teyvat? As far as they know, there are only eleven Harbingers under the Tsaritsa’s thumb.

Why is that? You may ask. Simply because… The Twelveth Harbinger never worked for the Empress of Ice, rather they worked with her.

Hushed whispers echoed throughout the pristine crystalized hallway as you walked alongside Damselette and The Knave, both engrossed in their own world while you simply walked beside them, quietly listening to Columbina’s hums and Arlecchino’s occasional murmurs of displeasure as she carries a stack of neatly piled paper. Suddenly as you turn the corner, you manage to bump into the marionette’s giant puppet that’s always carrying her.

“Oh, dear.” Columbina exclaims as the puppet’s hand holds you up.

“Are you alright?” Arlecchino questioned, the stack of papers she was previously holding pinned underneath her armpits as she assesses the damage done to you

The Marionette although quiet seems to fuss over the slowly forming bump on your head as she fixes your slightly messy hair.

“I’m feeling quite well, a little shook up but I am rather fine.” You reassured them with a smile

“What is with all this fuss so late into the night?” A sharp voice cut through the cheery atmosphere you’ve managed to create

“Rosalyne.” Arlecchino greets her with a cordial yet happy tone.

“You’re back!” You exclaimed walking over to the woman who’s obviously still tired, clad in thick coats and her Fatui uniform

“Yes. It was quite a dreadful journey. The City of Bards was as suffocating as it was before.” She sneers as she fluffs up your newly fixed hair, much to Sandrone’s pouts

“Well, you can blame that on the Anemo Archon who seemed to have given his nation far too much freedom.” You huffed

“That rat could never pass off as an archon. The only true archon worthy of such praise is Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa.” She scoffs

“Ah! That reminds me, Rosalyne, I sincerely apologize, however…” Arlecchino hands Rosalyne a hefty stack of paper

“Verdammt.” She cusses as she sighs

Your eyes grow dark as you remember the memories that invaded your brain last night, of Rosalyne’s death and the funeral held at Zapolyarny Palace. If you remember correctly, the papers that Rosalyne is holding right now would be the details for Tartaglia’s assignment on Liyue. You were then thinking of taking the Inazuma assignment rather than Rosalyne under the guise of rest and letting The Balladeer square it off with his mother.

Truthfully, at first, you couldn’t care less about the Tsaritsa and her little minions. You didn’t even know them, not until they freed you from your cage, and even then you treated them as mere pawns to your ultimate goal.

You see, you were never born. No. You were created. By the one and only Divine Creator. Created from her own blood and various items she herself created, just for you. You were the first sentient creature she created once she had been satisfied with the world she has conjured up. “Teyvat” she called it. She soon created being similar to you, yet they don’t hold the same abilities and divine presence as you. She explained that these are called humans, mortals, beings who are extremely fragile and can easily die when the years pass by. You saw no use for them but they made the creator happy so you couldn’t care less.

You walked alongside her as she traveled through Teyvat, helping her creation flourish until she realized she could not keep up with all of her creation’s demands anymore, even with you acting as her “secretary” as she called you. So as much as you tried to stop her, she created the Gods, beings with a little less divinity than you but still much more powerful than humans. They are tasked with guiding humans in their everyday life with things that are inside their domain. She even created a floating nation just for them, Celestia as it is known now.

They were supposed to be loyal to our great Creator. They were supposed to protect her and her creations. You could feel your hand shake in anger yet again as you reminisce the past. You forced yourself to calm down, you are still in between 4 of your beloved friends after all. Besides, The Tsaritsa definitely wouldn’t appreciate you destroying the palace in which she resides.

And so with Columbina’s gentle humming, the gentle heavy thumps of Sandrone’s moving chair, and Arlecchino’s discussion with Rosalyne, you’ve arrived in front of Tsaritsa’s throne room. Moving aside so that Sandrone’s puppet could push open the extremely tall double door of the said throne room.

And inside sat Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa in all her icy glory. Her eyes opened up with a sharp glare as if threatening to smite those who dare disturb her peace, only for it to soften just a tad bit upon seeing the 5 of you. She motions you to stand beside her and so you did, quietly listening in to their reports as to what happened this week. In contrast to what a specific person would say, Tsaritsa, cares deeply about her subjects, enough that she would listen to reports from her Harbingers every week without fail.

As Columbina opened her mouth to deliver her news, a sudden ache pulsated throughout you, you winced slightly and clutched your chest right above where your heart is. A few seconds later, you feel a snap as if a rope was forcibly cut into two, snapping it in half with its threads desperately longing to be reunited once again, which is then followed by an excruciating pain spreading throughout your body starting from your head.

You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming in pain as you fell to your knees, squeezing your eyes shut, your face contorted in pain. The next time you managed to open your eyes, you were still in the throne room with The Tsaritsa kneeling beside you, worry etched deeply into her face as her hands gather elemental energy in hopes to cool down your burning temperature, Rosalyne was holding a tall glass of water with the same worried look on her face which can be seen in Sandrone, Columbina and Arlecchino’s faces as well. You thought that it felt odd and out of place considering that they always looked so cold and intimidating but you couldn’t care less about that right now as the pain intensified tenfold.

You could feel yourself losing your own consciousness as the dreadfully familiar feeling of helplessness wash over you. Right before you closed your eyes, however, you could see something rip through the room’s space as a disheveled Lumine rush through it.

There would be only one reason for this feeling. Only one reason that the Abyss Princess herself would seek you out like this.

The Creator’s body is missing from the Abyss.

The Creator is back.

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kaeyas-beloved · 1 year

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And I could look at you all night if you’d let me

Character: Wanderer

Summary: It was your dream to see the northern lights in Snezhnaya. On a whim, he makes it happen.

Genre: Fluff + Fic

CW: no name mention for Wanderer (referred to by petnames only - he’s post 3.3 though), gn!reader (no pronouns), reader is implied to be the same height or shorter but you can imagine he uses his vision to reach you if you're taller (I just don't mention it), Maybe a little ooc at times I’m not sure it’s my first time writing him, reader isn’t meant to be seen as traveler though I do reference the 3.3 interlude quest, I suddenly couldn’t remember how to write anything or end a story at all

a/n: this is my piece for the 2022 Genshin Secret Santa Event! @xiaoao I got you! I really hope you like it as much as this idea loved consuming me! Happy Holidays <3

You thought you knew what being cold meant, being born and raised in Mondstadt. Though after your travels took you to the land of the Cryo Archon your thoughts changed drastically on the subject. Now, your nights are filled with a lot more reluctant snuggles from your boyfriend in desperate attempts to keep warm. Of course, the wood fire that blazed a searing orange also kept you two warm in the small cabin, a private hideaway nestled deep within the woods.

Despite you being far from home and your lover a wanderer, your usual routine never changed. Nights where you would rest your head on his chest or his on yours never stopped no matter how hectic your lives got. If you were really lucky, you’d get to run your fingers through his pretty indigo hair, soothing his weary soul. You’d go as far as to say that you love this act just as much as he did solely because seeing him so calm for once always warmed your heart.

Tonight was no different than the night before - and you’re sure it’d be no different from the next - with you falling asleep safely in the puppet’s arms, head resting against his silent chest. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so you’re rightfully confused when harsh shaking rouses you awake sometime later.

Trying your best to blink the sleep away, the pitch black room no help at all, you’re just barely able to recognize the figure looming above you. At once your mind registers that if he is in front of you then no one is providing you that extra bit of warmth. You’re quick to draw the blanket tighter around you, unable to suppress a shiver, “love? What are you doing? Come back to bed, ‘s cold.”

His eye roll couldn't have been louder, “did you not hear me? I told you to get up and get dressed, we’re going out.” his reply alone had you groaning - first he wakes you up and leaves you to freeze, now he wants you to move? Right now? In the middle of the night? Just what is he thinking? “Beloved, please, can’t it wait till the morning? And what the hell do you mean out? Out where?” You pester (maybe he'll drop it if you do it enough).

On any other occasion, your myriad of questions would, in fact, slightly (not really) annoy him. However, what’s taking up most of his mind at that moment is no longer his original plan. Rather, it’s the second use of one of your various petnames. Never had he been referred to with such love before meeting you, so it’s a miracle he was able to remain calm the first time. He’s gotten good at concealing his shyness, but a second instance right after? He can already feel the heat rising along his skin.

“Would you stop calling me all those stupid names!?” He remembers snapping at you once, no real bite in his words as he boiled in his flustering after you teased him. You were only able to smile over at him, eyes rolling playfully.

“I would, but someone hasn’t decided what he’d like to be called yet. I sure as hell would rather call you baby or darling than Wanderer or a name you despise.”

"Cat got your tongue?" you laugh, watching as his hazy eyes refocus. Still at a loss for words, the man you’ve decided to stick with straightens up, fists clenching at his sides. In one fell swoop, the fabric hanging off his hat hits you in the face, the male having turned away from you before stomping to the door. “Just get moving. It won’t kill ya or whatever, promise.” The door click shut after that leaving you to weigh out your options in bed.

Moments later you’re (begrudgingly) stepping out the door too, spotting the male leaning against the bannister. The first thing you take note of is how red his cheeks are, something you're sure isn't due to the cold alone (there's no way they'd get that red so quickly after all). The second thing is how surprisingly awake he looks, definitely not as grouchy as you thought he’d be.

You expect some sort of quick-witted comment about how long it took you. It is late and his patience is probably on the thinner side. However, what actually awaits you is the feeling of his hand latching onto yours, his skin impossibly smooth. Neither of you move for a second, you taking in his forwardness and he calming his rushing heart. You're almost sure his breathing stopped. Squeezing his hand, you let him take the lead, stepping off the porch while tilting his head so his hat acts as a shield against the relentless storm.

It’s like he doesn’t even think when he tugs you just that little bit closer, making sure you stay right by his side. “Don’t need you getting lost.”

The snow is deep at your feet, making each step forward tougher than it should be. You briefly wonder how long it’ll take you to get to where he’s taking you and why he is, but stop yourself. He seems in a good mood and the atmosphere is peaceful in its own way. Wouldn’t want to ruin that with an unnecessary question. You can practically hear his voice in your head, you'll get your answers soon enough.

Finally, after walking for what felt like an eternity, you both start to slow down, pace so slow you’re barely moving forward. As far as you could tell, there was nothing of note in the area. Just mounds of snow, bare trees, and a white-dusted mountain. Humorously, you think he’s finally planning on killing you and just needed a remote location.

No, you remind, batting down giggles. He’s not like that anymore... sort of.

With each step closer to the base of the mountain you could actually feel the shift of the wind, the snow’s never ending downfall easing up little by littler. Nature grew quiet around you both, nothing but the quiet whistle of winds and snaps of twigs from small critters. For a brief moment you felt like you were in your own personal snow globe, peaceful and serene, and stop to take everything in.

Deciding now is the best time, your lover takes in a breath before speaking. “When I told you who I was and what I'd done, I thought you would betray me like the others. I thought that I would forever be cursed to wander alone in this world." Lifting his head he turns to look into your eyes. There's a rare calmness to them that you swear to protect however you can, a glimmer of happiness and love you'd extend for as long as possible. "I remember once you told me that someone’s past does not define them entirely. You also said that a heart is not the sole thing that makes you human.”

Oh, so you do listen to me! you think, though your expression must have revealed your thoughts because he's suddenly looking away from you, teeth clenched and cheeks burning red. You’re sure however that it's not out of anger or annoyance, just embarrassment. It’s not something he always does after all - open up or act soft with you - his personality a little rough around the edges at times. There are times it takes a lot to pull out his true feelings and thoughts, so, the fact that he’s doing it willingly leads you to believe there’s something he really wants to tell you or lead into. Something important.

Collecting himself again, indigo eyes meet your gaze once more, a neutral, serious expression on his face, “you helped guide me on my travels, and I wanted to thank you.” In one go his face is impossibly close to yours, warm breath tickling the shell of your ear. You almost didn’t catch his command.

Close your eyes.

Without even thinking, you do as he says, letting your eyes slip shut. The second he's sure you won't peak he's tugging you further forward. Placing your trust in him you put up no resistance (even as you go in a multitude of worrying directions). After one particular bend, you're stopped, a hand landing on your shoulder. You feel the shift in the little body heat your lover gives off, going from in front to behind you and the familiar brush of his nose against your ear returns, "you can open them now.”

You're stumbling back into his chest, hand covering your mouth at the sight you're greeted with. Arms loop themselves around you as he rests his head against you. You can’t see it but in all honesty the male isn’t all too captivated by the dance of lights taking place in the sky. It was something he saw all too often during his time as a Harbinger. Instead, his attention was on you and the expression you had. The way your irises reflected the light, astonishment and tearful joy mixed in. How your mouth remained slightly parted, revealed after your hand lowered to hang at your side. How your breath became visible and how the snow stuck to you however it could.

“This is…”

“You also once told me that you’ve always wanted to see the Northern Lights.” While you stay fixated on what’s occurring in front of you, you make sure you’re listening, hand grabbing for his once more. “You mortals celebrate holidays during this time, don’t you? I never did because I believed they were pointless,” he sighs and you can’t help the sorrowful thump your heart makes at his tone, “but, now that you’re here I’ll have to expand my horizons. I figured since I knew they’d be around I’d use it as both my thank you and holiday present. I’ll take you again whenever you’d like, just say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

He has to back up a step just from the sheer force of your turn, “really!?”

His soft expression gets taken over by a devious smirk. “Of course. Didn’t I tell you I’d balance the books one day? I believe fulfilling your wish is more than enough, no?” You have to hold back a snort, pulling him back so he’s right in front of you. While he complains about the “harsh grabbing” you gave him, you plant a kiss to his nose then his lips. It’s sweet and simple but conveys all that you want to tell him that you’d never fully be able to place into words

You pull away after a little longer, unable to not think about how a kiss always works in getting him to calm down. “Silly, I told you there’s no such thing.”

“But,” you continue, maintaining eye contact. Maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you could swear there was an innocence in his eyes, like what you say next might make or break his efforts, “thank you.”

It looks like you were right because his shoulders relax in the next second, eyes slipping shut and the most serene smile painted his face,, “I knew it, you really are the silly one.” You’re welcome.

When you look back up at the sky, you don’t catch the way he doesn’t look up with you but instead at you. All those little things he spotted before were too mesmerizing to not witness more of. So, while you remained entertained, your lover kept a firm hold on your hand, shoulder bumping against you as he continued appreciating you from the corner of his eye. If he gets to feel this happy, if he could stare at you all night like he can now, then Archons he never wants this moment to end.

All I could think about was Scara looking at you while you admired something else because to him you look amazing and breathtaking when you’re happy.

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letoscrawls · 7 months

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How would you rate each version of Duncan from the Dune series and of his love/shipping interests whom do you think he had the best and worst compatibility/chemistry with?

Oh i love you for this question because i've been making silly little rankings in my head for YEARS and you just gave me a reason to unleash them in the wild

So, when it comes to Duncan i think the first thing you gotta take in mind is that his original version had a thing for lady jessica (love or whatever), and it's implied in some of his other relationships that she's always there in the back of his mind somehow.

Duncan and Alia: okay let's start with the one that irks me the most. Alia is my daughter, my beloved, my everything and i hate that she had to be overshadowed by her mother even during her marriage. but it's not jessica's fault, it's stupid duncan that saw jessica in alia, and someone even told him at some point. i don't remember who, i think it was jessica herself??? also you're a psychic living computer whatever HOW can you not see that your wife is being possessed by an evil presence. GOD. i'm obsessed with the tragedy of alia and i loved those scenes when duncan realized she was gone and he started crying ugh. chef kiss. very shakespearean if you will, but yeah Alia deserved a better companion so i'd rate this a 4/10 at best. four points for the tragedy and nothing more

Duncan and Hwi: 0/10. -1183948/10. this is the worst. not even tragedy can save this mess of a ship. hell it wasn't even a ship it was just wrong. poor hwi was paired with the worst men ever and then died??? wtf!! that was terrible for women in general. Not to mention god-emperor duncan is the worst duncan of them all i hate him so much you have no idea. he was a sexist homophobic dumb piece of shit and i hate that he survived and probably died peacefully with siona. also something tells me his encounter with hwi wasn't very consensual you know? maybe the way it was written was ambiguous, but i got the feeling she wasn't really sure of it and it did nothing for the plot, it made no sense. just a bad vibe in general

Duncan and Siona: meh, we don't see much of them, we just know eventually they got together and had a lot of babies and saved the atreides. i've always felt like siona was a half written character, we saw her in the beginning and she's a fearless rebel with a mind of her own, but then in the end she succumbs to the insanity of leto II's grand scheme of things and she seems more like a puppet in his hands. i don't know i'd rate this a 3/10 just because we don't see much and i think they were forced by the events and nothing more. P.S: i would have to look on the dune encyclopedia for more details, maybe they actually liked eachother like ghani and farad'n but i'm not sure

Duncan and that Jessica pseudo clone: they are mentioned briefly in god-emperor i think and it proves once again that this man had un unhealthy obsession for jessica (an assumption based on the fact i don't like him and jessica didn't either. stay with me you know i'm right). but yeah they were happy i guess??? i'm sure if some guy resembling duke leto showed up that jessica lookalike would have dropped duncan's ass in one millisecond though. 6/10

Duncan and Murbella: oh we really are in it aren't we. now THIS is a fucked up relationship. they get a higher score because she's as fucked up as him, and i appreciate equality. But hell duncan and murbella are insanity at the highest level. She imprinted on him when he was a teen and he reverse imprinted on her and they got stuck in a weird sexual curse???? peak madness i just. i don't even know what to say, if i didn't read god-emperor before heretics i would have said this is the most insane thing frank herbert did in these books. but anyway, we actually get to see a little more of their relationship (or maybe situationship, i don't even know what to call that thing they had) in chapterhouse, they are addicted to eachother and made a ton of babies for the bene gesserit. i would say there's tragedy in them as well and even though i know they dynamics that got them stuck together is not healthy and ok and they are by far the weirdest pairing in the entire six books, i'll be honest i was saddened when murbella eventually choose the bene gesserit over him. the scene when she's going through the ritual to become a bg and he's desperate to lose her might have moved something in me. idk. i give them a pass because they are fictional and weird, but overall they are a solid 8/10 to me. and i appreciate the fact that duncan was finally able to have feelings for someone who didn't have 95% of lady jessica's genotype

Duncan and Sheeana: meh. they were meant to be according to the bene gesserit plan, and they did seem to have some sort of bond in chapterhouse. but i don't know, i feel like they were two kids manipulated by the bene gesserit in different ways, and nothing more. But since the saga is incomplete, i'm sure the final book was supposed to explore their dynamic as well. i would say 5.5/10 for the potential (sheeana was super cool on her own and i like to think they could have joined forces to take down the bene gesserit and fall in love while they were at that. but it's all in my head so idk.)

i'm at the end of this long ask and i realized you asked me to rate Duncans and not his relationships. oh well (i had a drawing planned for that years ago). my apologies

Original Duncan: 10/10. bestest boy. gone too soon. he was one respectful king

Messiah Duncan: you know what despite everything I DO LIKE THIS DUNCAN. 9/10 bc he has cool metal eyes and he's very similar to the original Duncan in a lot of ways. should have treated alia better though.

God-Emperor Duncan: get this fucker out of my sight. 0/10.

Heretics baby Duncan: just a baby. an innocent soul. my son. you deserved to live a happy life with your adoptive dad Miles. 8.5/10

Chapterhouse Duncan: a pathetic loser trapped in a toxic situationship with a computer inside his head. he did try his best let's be honest. also a skinny legend. 8/10

#ask #dune #long post #oh boy

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awesomeart-83 · 11 days

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Decapolice: Opening Prologue

20XX; 10 years ago

A young boy is woken by a odd sound in his home that was coming from outside his bedroom.

“Huh, what was that?” The 10 year old boy said.

There was even more strange noises behind his bedroom door. Then, there was a strange voice that sounded unfamiliar that begin to talked.

The boy couldn’t hear what the person said, but that didn’t sound like anyone he knew in.

Like his teachers, his friends, his neighbors, his………

MOM!

Believing something that happened to Mom, the boy listened through the closed door to hear any voice. Soon, he heard a few words but not full sentences.

“oh…..don’t worry……..be loved……my little jester……hmmmmm…….who’s next?”

When the odd voice stopped, the boy gets out of the room and noticed 2 candlelights set outside the hallway.

“I didn’t know that we have candlelights in our house.” The boy said and thought to himself, “Better ask Mom tomorrow.”

When the boy went down the hallway and into the kitchen, he discovered something that he couldn’t forget for the rest of his life.

His beloved mother was tied with strange chords attached to her while sitting on a chair and has strange makeup on her.

“Mom! What happened? Please answer me? Mom?! Why are you like this? What did you-”

Then, there was a creak on the floor and the boy turned around with a look of horror and was already crying.

There was a person who he didn’t know, or at least he think he didn’t. The person has an unknown body, wearing a forest green coat, gloves, and has a clown mask with a sinister smile covering his face.

“Who are you and what did you to my mom?” yelled the boy. He tried to sound brave, but his felling tears and quivering voice gave out his true feelings away.

After a few moments of horrific silence, the killer began to speak with a strange and creepy voice.

“Oh, little boy. Don’t worry about her. She is now well.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I fixed her up. She is much better. I drain out all her rotten fluids and so she is much better. You can remove them from the puppet strings I have to place on her.”

“Huh, really? O-okay I-i will.” So, the boy climbed up on his mother’s lap in order to removed the ‘strings’ to free her as the odd person watched.

But when the boy started to move his mom from her supposed strings, the cords began to break open and spilled blood all over the poor boy, freaking him out.

“Wha- WHAT?! HUH WHAT’S GOING ON? WHY THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD? AUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!! MOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!

The lady’s arms felled down and slipped down and hit the floor, staining her outfit. When the upset boy tried to move her, he accidentally rubbed the makeup off her, revealing her skin to be quite pale.

As the boy sobbed and begged his mom to move, the man moved away from him quietly and out the door and closed it.

The boy yelled at his mom and tried everything to wake her up. And yet she didn’t move at all.

But no matter what the boy did, the lady didn’t moved or opened her eyes or spoke a little word.

She was dead and wasn’t coming back to life.

While the killer walked to their car, they thought about that little boy who was there. They were surprised that he tried to stand his ground despite it being obvious that he killed his mother.

The boy could have run away and hide from them or called the police to get here or break down and beg them to spare his life.

“The boy must have think that he would have tried to scare me away from him and tired to save his mom.”

They laughed at the thought. “A stupid plan to do to me! As if that would scare me off my spree! Little brat must be scared to his death after this! Oh well, we all have bad days. Like me.”

As they drove off into the night and into the following day, the killer forgot about the boy and his dead mother and saw them as just another murder he did.

However, both of the people didn’t know that they would met again much later. And when they did, the crying, lonely, helpless little boy wasn’t the same person the killer met.

He was a now a young man who on the surface was a normal and calm person but on the inside he was a insane yet intelligent detective who despises criminals with a passion and wanted to destroyed to all of them no matter what their motive was.

His name….

His name was Harvard Marks.

Notes: You know, when I first wrote I totally forgot about this, but after the Level 5 2024 Vision was delayed to this summer, I decided to finish this to have some fun. Hey, I wanted to share my prediction of how the game will opened/how Harvard’s mom died and how Harvard discovered her body and met the Clown.

This fanfic isn’t to spite Level 5 or the game, but as a fun project. I hope it comes out in either October or December of this year

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problemswithbooks · 1 month

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BNHA Ch. 419

Haven't had much to say about the chapters lately. I didn't really find the fight between Shigaraki and Izuku very exciting and was checking up on leaks just to see if the ending had dropped yet.

But I was actually really excited to see this new development in 419.

I always suspected and hoped AfO gave Tenko decay and manipulated the situation so he wasn't saved. Now, we don't know if AfO orchestrated Tenko not being saved by a Hero during his trauma walk, but it was would be a little weird if he didn't after it's been revealed he had a hand in almost every aspect of Tenko's life.

I know a lot of fans are bumped by this choice or think it ruins his character, but personally it fixes a lot of my issues with how Shigaraki has been portrayed.

The main thing (as long as AfO did mess with Tenko being saved) is that it fixes the huge world building mistake that Tenko's backstory relies on. Now, I'm not a huge fan of the ridiculousness of Touya's backstory either, where this young teen in hospital clothes runs around a rich neighborhood, but that's not the core of his identity as a villain either. The thing that mattered was that Enji was still training Shoto so Touya thought his death didn't change anything.

Tenko's origin just straight up does not make sense with everything else we've been shown about this world. By the time Tenko was born Heroes were everywhere and beloved. We've never been shown anywhere else in the story that Heroes wouldn't help a child wandering around bloody on the streets actively asking for help. Even with civilians, claiming they rely to much on Heroes doesn't fix this because why wouldn't one of the thousands he walked by go get a Hero. I mean people report stuff all the time, and it'd give them an excuse to interact with what their society deems a celebrity.

It also makes AfO look stupid. Tenko is his golden ticket--he's putting all this effort into him, he's the only person he wants/can use for his goals. Why risk a Hero or caring civilain helping him? It would ruin his entire plan if anyone even showed a small kindness to Tenko. For someone who claims to plan everything, that's taking way to many chances.

I know the people that hated this reveal think it kneecaps the message of 'Hero Society bad', but I don't necessarily think the story was ever really trying to say that. It has issues and needs some fixing, but it's not what Shigaraki wanted--he wanted total destruction. It also explains why a bunch of stuff Shigaraki said didn't make sense with what we've been shown. He thinks the things he does because he's been lied to or set up in a way where that's the only conclusion he could come to.

And it's not as if all of Tenko's pain/suffering being caused by AfO makes BNHA society perfect. Spinner still faced racist discrimination, Toga's Quirk made her feel ostracized, Dabi was neglected and abused by his father who was a Hero, Twice is the poster child of the 'one bad day' motto. Shigaraki's origin is villainy itself and with AfO's own origin, a good argument of why Heroes exist. Now the entire core characters of the League have differeing backstories instead of Shigaraki just being a combo of them all, with some AfO manipulation sprinkled in.

It makes him a better foil for Izuku as well, since just like Izuku is often referred to as an empty puppet, Tenko could be viewed this way too. This is something Izuku can connect and help Tenko with when he comes back (because it'd be insane if he was just dead now). The one thing Shigaraki does have is a Heroic heart. Yes, AfO might have set some things up to get him to be that way, but you can't force someone to be altruistic or caring of others. Tenko cares about outcasts and his friends--that's still a part of him, even if it was nurtured by AfO for nefarious purposes.

So, yeah, that's my thoughts on 419. Actually sort of excited to see what happens next.

#bnha 419 #bnha spoilers #bnha #mha #bnha manga

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steam-powered-chaos · 8 months

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Chapter 6 (Evil! The Jon Au)

[This fic is a collaborative effort between myself and @p2ii! Go give them some love!]

[Tw: violence, fear]

”…The Jon?” Spine slowly peeked into the cell that had been constructed for his brother. It was like a bedroom mostly, just safer and indestructible. But right now, the golden automaton was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding himself. He moved back in surprise when he lunged out and tried to shove him out the way, to escape. Spine quickly grabbed his little brother and pulled him back inside, leaving him to pout and glare at him. He ran back to his bed to hide under the covers. “It’s The Puppeteer! Not The Jon! That’s a stupid name!” He growled at The Spine, who sighed and shut the cell door behind him as he stepped inside.

He reached to place his hand on The Puppeteer’s arm, and got a quick slap as he stormed over to his toy box, never standing still to think. The Spine sighed and sat down. “Jo- The Puppeteer,” he corrected “Please, listen to me.. you need to understand that what you did was wrong- incredibly wrong! Hatchy told us what happened…” The Puppeteer gave him a glare over his shoulder, and scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, dropping the puppet with a sad little thwump. He shrugged, turning around. “Hatchworth probably calling me a monster then is he? It’s not my fault I needed him!” He protested and The Spine lifted him up, despite his frantic struggles and put him on his bed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“…Well, I brought you something, to make you a little less lonely… you’ll be in here for a while after all” The Spine produced the bear from his pocket and The Puppeteer’s eyes widened and he reached for his beloved Bronzey immediately. Spine took it out of his reach, and he could briefly see his brother, his Jon, again. But only briefly as the sparkle in his eyes died down again and he feigned disgust at the sight of his bear. He frowned with a sigh, he was so close to getting him back! “…I only play with puppets, not stupid teddies.” But still, The Jon snatched up his bear when The Spine put it down, before holding it uncharacteristically angrily, even if it was faked.

The Spine got up, heading out the cell, checking back in just before he went into stasis for the night. He smiled at the sight of The Jon cuddling the bear tightly as he was in a fitful state of stasis. He slipped inside silently, giving him a kiss on the forehead before going to bed.

He forgot to lock the cell

#spg #steam powered giraffe #the jon #the spine #Evil! The Jon au #Tw puppets

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ranalatus · 2 years

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IM SCREAMING AND ON MY KNEES RN LITERALLY THANK TOU SO MUCH childe suffer challenge 🤗🤗

funny but do you think like hydro users could produce mist? and images onto the mist?? because if so imagine that + signora. im deviously laughing rn. OR OR imagine stupid scaramouche drowning in indescribable emptiness because of him realizing theres nothing he can do in this position, he cant even throw his hissy fits 😭😭

OR THEM HAVING A LITTLE MEETING TALKIJG SHIT. "rhey are so annoying." "ihate them." then jts just "hate who?" HAHAHAHA farts

NAHHH I LOVE THE MEETING IDEA LMFOAAJDBDB IMAGINE SCARAMOUCHE JUST STARING INTO NOTHING, FEELING LIKE A HOLLOWED OUT DOLL WHILE THE OTHERS TALK SHIT ABOUT YOU BCS YET AGAIN YOU MANAGED TO GAIN THE RIGHTS TO THE PLANS THE HARBINGERS THEMSELVES SUGGESTED TO THE TSARITSA

I hope you don't mind me taking creative liberties of your harbinger torture methods bcs I LOVE them sm

spoilers - Signora's backstory (??), Scaramouche's backstory

warnings: mentions of war, blood, manipulative reader, reader is the bad guy, reader is very much the bad guy

There's nothing but the smell of blood filling her nose, nothing but the remains of war flooding her vision. Signora feels nothing but dread as she relives the times of war from back when she was still a normal, regular maiden of Mondstadt

She hates it. She hates it so, so much

A faint chuckle echoes from beyond all the yells of other people, people who were rescuing the dead bodies. It was a cold laugh, not fitting the cries of family members who lost their loved one in the war

Her hand gently grazes the face of her beloved, the face bloodied and unrecognizable thanks to the battle he fought

Her hand passed through the mist

Mist. Of course

How could she forget? You have hydro vision users on your side. Hell, you have everyone on your side

She clenches her fist. A long time ago, you had her on your side as well

This is but another attempt at taming her, another attempt at getting her back on your side after she, in your words, went berserk

“My dear ember, do you see it now?” The illusion of her husband melts away, and she has to hold herself back from clutching it close to her chest. Her re-opened wounds burns in your hands, as you grab her chin and make her look at you. As you force her to look into your cold, dead eyes under the facade of comfort and warmth

“You are nothing without me. I gave you everything, and I can so easily take it all away too. Now let's stop being defiant, you'd look so much better under my control anyway, ember.”

You're smiling. You're smiling and everything is going your way. You're smiling and you have everyone and their weaknesses wrapped around your fingers like you're holding a marionette's strings

Scaramouche isn't anticipating the moment you find out his identity. His weakness

Because at this point, it's no longer a matter of if, but of when

He can't even shake in fear, he can't even cry. No, he can only sit still like a good doll and wait until you finally find the secret he's hiding. Wait until you untangle his puppet strings and bring him back to life

He doesn't want to. Back then, he used to wish for someone to use him, for him to have a purpose

He doesn't want you to give him that purpose

He's always been stubborn, easily angered and easy to tease. That's what you made him to be, after all. Even without you controlling him, you wrote out his fate and destiny with your tongue

He let you control his image. He let you control his favor

“Balladeer,” A familiar voice. He looks to the side, finding the grinning face of your servant. He can't remember his name, all he remembers is that he stuck faithfully and loyally to your side even from back when you had no power in the palace. “My master is calling for your presence.”

His heart, he doesn't even have one, pounds roughly against his chest. There is a knowing glint in your servant's eyes, and he swears he can see your foggy figure behind your servant with the same knowing grin on your face

He let you control his everything but he can't, he doesn't want you to control his life

But it's no longer his choice, is it? The moment you stepped foot into this castle all those years ago, shivering and begging for help, the lives of it's inhabitants ended up in your hands

Now, they have to live exactly how he has all these years. Empty, hollow puppets

— Ehe fatui!reader lore

#genshin impact fanfiction #yandere genshin impact #genshin fatui #genshin impact fatui #fatui #fatui!reader #genshin impact signora #genshin impact scaramouche #fatui harbingers #☁️.brainrots

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knights-unwelcommentary · 1 year

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These are my notes about the movies we've seen so far

Con air

Dad gets taken to jail (Dad Crocker and Dad Egbert?)

Heartfelt letters that are at the same time lacking some emotion and too verbose for a little kids (All the letters between the human players)

The stuffed bunny

Squeal like a pig

Dumb explosions

A murderer that's very murder-happy (Jack?)

Bunny back in the box

Needing to piss at a bad time (Dave?)

Flying car gone wrong

Failure to launch

Mysteriously violent animals

Rogue feathery asshole

Awful friend group sticks together anyway

Way too many meddling people spying on their friends through a computer

Saw

Puppets, among them one controlled by the bad guy

Spirals on the cheeks (the cherubs?)

Want to play a game (Bro Strider?)

Weird traps

Generous amounts of blood

Not very smart law enforcement

Dark room for photos

Two people chained to keep the opposite ends of the room unreachable (the cherubs?)

The story skips back and forth in time every other scene (homestuck's flashbacks, future snapshots and whatnot)

One of the two people trapped is a dick and also cuts off his leg to escape (Caliborn?)

The previous bad guy was a cover for the real bad guy (Doc Scratch?)

Game Over

Hook

Grandma was the heroine of her own story but then decided to retire to start a family (Nanna Egbert?)

Animal Nanny (part of the deal with lusus and trolls and Jade with Bec)

Tinkerbell/fairies

Hey listen (WV?)

Clock room (and vicious clock destruction)

Pirates

Stupid goons (the Felt?)

Kissing as a plot device

Crowd of longevous orphans (all the players and ghosts?)

Rufioh (as Rufioh)

The villain tries to brainwash a little girl, unsuccessfully

Creative insults

We're doing it

Neverending story

Mounted wolf head

Protagonist's kind of a friendless loser with a disconnect with his parental figure (John?)

Fascination for horses, and it being presented as weird (the author, Equius and Dirk?)

A story about a story about stories that blends with reality

Snake and ouroboros symbolism

Something's obiterating existence and killing everything on its path

Giant creature posses an existential quandary to the hero, tempting them to make a selfish choice (denizen)

Werewolf in pursuit of the hero to kill him (Bec Noir)

The one reading the story can give commands to the hero

Giving names to the characters as a rite of passage

Reality breaking down as the unstoppable force spreads

I failed. (Game Over Dirk?)

Ivory tower with a sphere contains a girl's bedroom (Jade and Kanaya)

The reader is a character in the first narrative layer, and is the one the quest was all about

Falcor makes the bullies pay (exact same thing happens in homestuck as a non sequitur bit from the author)

Hitch

Beloved pet kidnapping

The guy's too intense to keep a relationship going for long

He starts coaching others on romance and has better results than with his own love life (Karkat?)

There's a heiress involved and she's dating a "loser" (the narrative presents him as a loser because of his appearance)

Attempting to drag a woman into a committed relationship and going way overboard

Guy gets into slapstick and awkward situations mostly because of poor foresight and a bit of bad luck (yeah Hitch sounds a lot like Karkat)

Making it happen

Silly dance moves

Food allergies as a plot device

50 first dates

Eridan's pants

Check out this dude's muscles (Actually this dude's the story's joke character and has a lot of traits from the troll guys and a lot of bigotry's directed at him)

Memory shenanigans, the girl has to be reminded of her life since an accident a year before every signgle day (dream bubbles?)

Egg head portrait (Doc Scratch?)

Weekend at bernie's

Skulls

Falling down stairs

Necrophilia as a shock value joke???

Dead guy's a puppet

Hog tying the murderer (Gamzee)

Zany rich guy keeps getting into trouble after death (Grandpa Harley and Poppopos Crocker)

Serendipity

Absurd coincidences and predestination

Romance theory of fated partners

Papping

Bromance but with feelings jams (moirallegiance?)

Indiana jones

Complete disregard for preserving ancient artifacts (Grandpa Harley)

unconventional uses for a whip

Baddass archeology

Ancient magical artefacts

Mysterious ruins

Stupid gun deaths

Angels are dangerous light thingies (homestuck angels?)

Good luck chuck

The stoner's morally bankrupt

A guy gets a curse laid on him through ludicrous circumstances

Goths are actual witches

A girl has some supernaturally shitty luck

Vodoo pin doll

Tomb raider

Double pistols and skimpy outfits to the point of being impractical (Jake?)

Fighting some overpowered training robot (brobot?)

Evil corporation's behind the death of the beloved parental figure (Grandma Harley?)

Robotics guy/tech expert (Dirk?)

Complete disregard for preserving ancient artifacts (Jake)

Dumb triangle conspiracy (the illuminate joke with Hal and AR?)

The explorer has a dangerous fall from pretty high (Jake)

Dangerous creepy guy tries to manipulate a young lady and leverages his knowledge for it (Doc Scratch?)

Dangerous giant gears (LOHAC?)

My best friend's girl

One character has a front of emotionally detached douchebag dudebro type

He's roomates with a romance obsessed guy that's very serious about his girlfriend

The girlfriend cuts things off with her boyfriend cause he's too much and has no chill (karezi?)

The other guy offers to wing man for his roomate but ends up taking things too far (reminds me of the Hal, Dirk and Jake situation)

The other guy starts fooling around with the chick and somewhere along the line starts a serious relationship with her (daverezi)

The ex boyfriend's desperate to get back together and starts doing stupid shit

Regular love to hate love (quadrant vacillation?)

Avatar

Conscription in space

High ranking crew can do whatever the hell it wants

Imperialism in space

The disabled character prefers his dream self to his waking self (Tavros?)

Blue lady on a big fucking tree (Aranea?)

Big monsters with a visceral and symbiotic relationship with the aliens (partially what troll and lusii have going on)

Dragons

Bomb cube made of cans (shaving cream bomb that killed Jade?)

#homestuck inspired movie party

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