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o-pandora-o · 2 months

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I LIKE YOUR BLOG SM T_T

CAN I REQUEST FOR WHB BEELZEBUB AND SATAN HOW WILL THEY SURPRISE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? My Birthday is coming up and I really really really wanna feel loved by the boys 😔

The Kings (minus Lucifer) surprise you on your birthday

Warnings: Bit suggestive on Satan's part, mostly fluff genre. Reader isn't necessarily MC, but someone who is famous with the demons. I made it Gender-neutral as much as possible.

a/n: Hiii! Glad you like the blog, I'm sorry if I don't have a regular posting sched 😭. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU, I also included Mammon and Levi. Didn't include Lucifer because I don't wanna make him OOC. Hope you enjoy this!

Satan:

🩸He's gritting his teeth and you can hear the crunching noises whenever demons of Gehenna gives you gifts. "They're mine...grrr..*crunch*"

🩸Will definitely kick them in the rear when they give you something and you decide to hug/kiss/pat them (any physical touch rly).

🩸When Paimon offered to have a tea date (and gave you chocolates too!) it was the last straw for him.

🩸He drags you to his castle and to outside of his room. "Satan I know you're mad but... Your grip is too tight it hurts!" You said, and you saw Satan smirk. "So slap me" he said with a smug grinning face. "No" "Yes" "No!" "Yes... i can feel it" he lifted your hand and slapped himself and made an aroused look on his face. "Heh.. your anger... Tastes good..." "Anyways..." Satan said as he wiped the drool off his mouth. He opened the door to his room, revealing a room full of decorations and gifts for you. "You... Did this for...me?" "Yeah, I kept seeing you look at surprise videos of partners, and you kept telling ppyong that surprising people in human world isn't common...do you like it?" Satan smirks, he already know the answer to the question. "Of course I do! Thank you" you hug him and he kisses your forehead.

🩸The both of you open the gifts and cuddle inside his bedroom.

🩸Needless to say that you weren't seen outside that night because you're unwrapping your other gift.

Mammon:

🪙You woke up to the firm feeling in your bed. But also something akin to a warm teddy bear.

🪙You hugged the figure, only for it to reply with a deep laugh.

🪙You realized that Mammon is in your bed (in his castle), you woke up and stared at him, hugged him and gave him a good morning kiss and went back to sleep. "Hey little one, don't sleep on me, do you know what day it is, hmmm?" he said with a hearty deep laughter "Hmmm? Monday?" Then you went back to sleep "It's your birthday little one! here I got you some gifts and we'd do what you wanna do today how bout that?" "Mmmm just wanna sleep but ill open the gifts later thank you, Mammon" You lazily kiss his nose and fall back to sleep.

🪙Mammon gave you tons of gifts, including the new Dphone 15 and Ninten Switch 2!

🪙He also gave you some gifts for your hobbies and a bag of gold coins too!!

🪙You managed to move on the evening though, but Mammon had another surprise for you! A dinner on the rooftop of the 66 Demon Star Hotel!!!

🪙Scattered were some roses that had a touch of 24 karat gold leaf, a never ending candle flame created by the most powerful fire demon, and a table with your favorite fancy food.

🪙You were beyond disbelief, you know Mammon was lavish but you he keeps surprising you with the most expensive things and places. Before you can utter a word, Mammon spoke. "These things could not put a price on how priceless you are, you made me realize that despite owning everything in Hell, I could not put a price on your value... You're really unique and priceless as you are. Thank you for being with me." he pulled up his chair and let you sit.

🪙The night was full of chatter and laughter, under the starry skies.

Beelzebub:

🕶️You finally visited Avisos and you were in the palace to keep you safe, you were sleeping in your room.

🕶️You woke up with Beelzebub sitting in the window. "Oh you're finally awake! Come on, let's go!" Before you can utter a word, Beel scooped you up and jumped to the window. Everything was too fast, you can already hear Bael screaming from afar ("BEEL COME BACK HERE, YOU HAVEN'T SIGN THE DOCUMENTS!!!") "It's your birthday right? And I can smell that you missed me a lot, hehe I'll give you a grand tour of Avisos on your birthday!!!" Beel holds you tightly as he smiles like a child whose parents gave him his bday present. "W-wait beel! I haven't showered! I'm still in my pajamas!!!" "It doesn't matter! Plus you smell good~" he says as he smells and kisses your neck while still running. You bury your head on his chest, hiding your blush. 🕶️He knows where you wanted to go, honestly its thanks to his sense of smell. But you still tell him where to go.

🕶️Oh you wanted a stuffed toy that looks like him? Both of you went and play with the claw machine (well both of you know it's rigged...but you still got it!)

🕶️Wanna try out the new cafe? Sure! He only requests you try it with his body fluids, well if you don't want then he won't force you.

🕶️Do you want him to cosplay your husbando/waifu? He gotchu! He knows a cosplay cafe! He can also cook something for you too!

🕶️You wanna spend some sexy time with him? Oh boi he knows a good S&M Club to spend your energy on.

🕶️He's really sweet, he's the type of person that know your desires upon your smell. He knows when you're hungry, when you're angry, and if you're feeling a bit naughty.

🕶️When you fall asleep having a good time, he'd carry you back to the palace to sleep. He'd kiss your forehead/cheek and leave the gifts on your bedside table. "Ah... I'll miss you so much... But I have to go..."

🕶️He'd also leave a matching earring as a gift for you.

Leviathan:

⚰️He's pissed off, he's glaring. How come demons like you? It's unfair.

⚰️A Small demon gave you a gift? "Off with your head!" Barbatos gave you a rose because it looked like you? "Hang!" Glasy looked you from head to toe and almost uttered something sexual? "Get out!" (He was hanged and dragged away LMAO).

⚰️You're alone with Leviathan in his room. He's glaring at you. "W-what's the problem?" you should've kept your mouth shut... "You... How dare you! Han-" "You hang yourself! This is my birthday, stop making a fuss!" You cut Leviathan midway, he was looking shocked, albeit impressed. There was now dead silence but the tables have turned, you're now glaring at Leviathan and he now makes a :o face. "You don't want others giving me gift right?...then make up for it...please?" you said but you were looking away from his eyes. "How dare you...a mere mortal asking a king to make up for what he'd done... Truly you're..." "I won't choke you on bed anymore" you said, glaring at him "....fine meet me in the restaurant tonight at 7... it's not like I planned dinner or something..." (He did)

⚰️So you went to the restaurant he told you about, with the best suit/dress he provided. Suprisingly, he rented the whole restaurant to the both of you.

⚰️He was so beautiful with his suit. You can't feel but envy him (he knows...he can feel it). Well he kinda did apologize for his behavior (no not really), but the ambiance of the restaurant was beautiful enough to forgive him.

⚰️You both ate your favorite food and he slid a gift. You looked at him quizzically. "Open it..." He said. He gave you a bracelet with an intricate design. "A bracelet? It's unlike you to give me something like this... Thank you" a blush appeared in your face. "Oh it's also convertible to a whip see?" He presses the design, and it somehow shine like the color of his hair. In your hands were a silver whip with an intricate design. You couldn't understand how it became a whip, but it was cool.

⚰️Leviathan smirked, looking at you like he finally won. He won the 'best gift award', a competition that was never a competition in the first place.

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hisui-dreamer · 6 months

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Eyy so can I request for fem!reader headcanons that she has a familiar that is actually the Stitch himself? With first years' reaction (Lol imagine Stitch literately gonna throw hands with Ace during their first meeting and still hold grudges-)

cute and fluffy!

Characters: First Years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek, Grim)

Synopsis: how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar

Tags: mostly platonic but can be romantic (except ortho), stitch!, fluff, crack

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: definitely should have wrote this back in the summer, buuut now we all get to think of nostalgic summer vibes hehe

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bond: 5/10

you can't tell me these two don't argue(?) every moment they have

usually it's ace trying to play a prank on him, get revenge on him

but stitch is way too clever, and always manages to shift all the blame onto ace

ace can try all his might to convince us, but his acting skills are way too flashy to be realistic

just look at those big innocent eyes! how could you accuse him like that, ace!

all the while stitch is just on your shoulder, smirking at ace

though there are times when these two team up, particularly when they're trying to prank other people

riddle and deuce get pranked... a lot

usually it's stitch either playing cute, or messing around to create a distraction for ace

they're a powerful team these two T_T

"Hey prefect! Have a little faith in me, okay?!" Ace says, his eyes wide in disbelief. "It really wasn't me, it was Stitch!" he points towards Stitch, sitting comfortably on your shoulder. You shift your gaze to Stitch, and he tilts his head innocently.

Raising an eyebrow, you look back at Ace.

"Argh! You're getting tricked by him again!"

"Haka taba, ika patootie!" your familiar exclaims.

(How embarrassing, stupid head!)

bond: 7/10

these two get along pretty well!

stitch really admires deuce for trying his best, even if his efforts aren't always visible

it reminds him of himself, so he's always enthusaistic about helping deuce when he struggles!

though... deuce is pretty much fooled by stitch's cuteness most of the time, so he still gets pranked by stitch

only deuce usually doesn't realise stitch was the culprit, and even if he does, he just ends up laughing good-heartedly

they're like the sweet elder brother and the genius little brother omg

"Hm? Oh, hi Stitch," Deuce acknowledges quietly, his gaze fixed on the textbook, unfazed by Stitch's arrival on the adjacent seat. Stitch makes a questioning sound, and only then does Deuce turn to face him.

"Oh, I'm trying to figure this question here," he points to the page. "I just can't get my head around it... How did they get that answer...."

Stitch peers at the page for a moment, then reaches for Deuce's pen, swiftly scribbling away at a scrap piece of paper. Once he's done, he holds it up for Deuce to see.

"Wha-? Wait.. you solved it??" Deuce mumbles. His eyes scan over the page as a sudden realization dawning in his eyes. "So that's how you do it...! Thanks Stitch!" he says as he pulls Stitch in for a hug.

bond: 6/10

omg best workout buddies!!

yeah, he isn't really affected by stitch's cuteness

but his strength??? absolutely

these two love having competitions to see who can lift more weight

im sorry jack, it's stitch, you can't beat my six-armed alien dog familiar

but if anything, this just motivates jack to work on his muscles even more

positive loop i guess??

and stitch joins him sometimes! but he gets frustrated at the equipment easily

so make sure you stop him before he starts throwing things around

his dream is to see stitch and leona having an arm wrestle but we all know that's not happening soon T_T

sibling rivalry vibes fr

"Alright, you want me to move that bookshelf over there right? Where exactly do you-"

Before Jack can even finish his sentence, the bookshelf quickly moves to the other side of the room in a blur of blue, exactly where you wanted it.

"Pitcha! Stitch! Strong! Ahahahaha!" Stitch cackles, rolling on the floor with laughter.

(Done!)

You feel Jack tense up beside you. "Grrrr... Are you tryin' to show off??" he growls. He turned to you, determination evident in his eyes, "Prefect! What else would you like to move? Leave it to me!"

bond: 8/10

epel has a lot to learn from stitch!

anyone with a keen eye can tell stitch is really good at fooling other people with his cute appearance

and many times, he can use it to his advantage! mostly from you, lilia, and floyd who cannot resist the cute and fluffy

the poison apple is always observing stitch to see how he can use his features as his weapon

and stitch very glady teaches epel in alien talk but we've got body language, because epel always brings delicious apple snacks for him!

so you always find epel listening attentively while stitch does some dramatic recreation of a scenario

Perched on a cushion, Stitch begins to act out a scene, the crumbs of apple pie still lingering on his face.

"Uhh... some bad guy caught you in his arms?"

Stitch vigorously nods, then switches to a puppy dog face and executes a jump-kick in the air.

"You acted cute... and then you managed to kick him?"

Stitch nods again, transitioning between a sweet, innocent expression and a fierce, growling one.

"Ahhh... So you shifted between being cute to catch them off guard..." Epel hums thoughtfully. "That's really smart Stitch!"

Proud, Stitch beams, "Stitch! El kiyotay!"

(Good idea!)

bond: 7/10

in the same vein that ortho is a sweet kid who has a mischevious side, he gets along really well with stitch!

he loves how affectionate stitch can be with hugs, and also finds it funny how he can lose his temper very easily

he's also fascinated with the alien stuff, after all, stitch's existence proves there are extraterrestrial beings! he loves expanding on his database

the two of them also love building tiny gadgets out of whatever scraps they find, it's like a competition to see who can come up with a more useful gadget

not to mention, his big bro is dying to meet stitch! a cute alien dog who loves climbing onto other people's shoulders? sign him up!

but his social energy can't... so it's up to ortho to get more interactions with stitch!

"You're so cool Stitch!" Ortho laughs as he takes in the sandcastel Stitch built in seconds. "Idia would be so impressed..."

Stitch makes a inquisitive sound, prompting Ortho to explain, "Oh, Idia is my big brother! He'd absolutely be amazed by you, but he's too shy to make new friends," Ortho pouts.

Stitch tilts his head and asks, "Ohana?"

"Ohana?" Ortho repeats. "You've said that before... it means family right? Yeah, Idia is my Ohana."

"Goobaja! Meet! Ohana!" he exclaims.

(Let's go!)

"You want to meet my big bro?" Ortho asks. Seeing Stitch's enthusiasm, Ortho laughs again, "Hmm... alright then, let's go see him now!"

bond: 2/10

oh boy... these two should not be in the same room together

it all started when sebek was looking for malleus during one of malleus' late night ramshackle visits

and though malleus was endeared by how unstartled stitch was to just casually climb onto his shoulder, sebek certainly was not

"HOW DARE THE CREATURE CLIMB ONTO MY LIEGE'S SHOULDER!!!"

of course, first impressions really do matter, so whenever the two of them see each other...

they hiss at each other. both of them.

though sebek will behave if lilia or malleus are present, but the silence vanquishes almost immediately when they're gone

he will be impressed by stitch's physical strength and speed, just in a more condescending way as compared to jack

"Sebek. isn't it amazing how strong Stitch is? He lifted so many logs at once!" Lilia exclaims admiringly, while Stitch grins smugly.

"Yes., Lilia... It certainly is impressive..." Sebek mumbles, shifting his gaze to a glare directed at Stitch. "...for a creature of such moderate stature,"

Stitch, in turn, growls ferociously back at Sebek. "Meega, nala kweesta!"

"Oh dear..." Lilia sighs. "Young people these days are always so eager to get into fights,"

bond: 4/10

what do you mean his henchman has a familiar?! you're his henchman!!

ahem ahem jealousy

will argue about everything with stitch, and he could be completely wrong but still argues confidently

honestly, stitch finds grim amusing

it's kinda like a 'i don't need to prove myself to you' smug grin

fights about food! always.

stitch your favourite food isn't even tuna, stop bullying grim T_T

but stitch is still a sweetheart sometimes, and will be nice/help grim whenever he can

"Hench-man!" Grim exclaims as he jumps up and down. "Why does that guy get to sit on your shoulder? It's not fair~"

"Grim, didn't you complain when I carried you last time?" you ask.

Grim freezes for a moment. "Well... uh... That's different! I wanna see from high up too!"

Stitch laughs at his response, "Wahaha! Toga meega patookie!"

(Kiss my butt)

"Henchman~" Grim whines.

Sighing, you pick Grim up and have him sit on the other shoulder. Oh, the woes of having two 'familiars'.

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if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twisted wonderland ace #deuce spade #twisted wonderland deuce #jack howl #twisted wonderland jack #epel felmier #twisted wonderland epel #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland ortho #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland sebek #twisted wonderland grim

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chococolte · 2 years

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May i please request SAGAU with scaramouche, tighnari, cyno and kazuha "You have such beautifull hair. They would look stunning if you grew them out. I promise i would help you take care of it"

event closed!

word count. 1.2k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, power dynamics, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. sorry i haven't posted in a hot minute, currently at my grandmothers & my brother has the flu, so i've had a hard time focusing on writing T_T

scaramouche

"You have such beautiful hair. It would look stunning if you grew it out. I promise I'll help you take care of it."

Your voice is soft like a lamb's fleece. His heart clenches from your tone, twisting as if pulled tight by an invisible string. You run your fingers through his hair, playing with it like it's something to be treasured. You touch him as if he's something precious; something to be nurtured and protected.

The thought hurts more than he thought it would. And Scaramouche detests the feeling building in his chest, hammering against his ribcage— burrowing deep within him, far enough he can no longer reach it. Far enough that he can't stop it, anymore.

Scaramouche shudders when your hands brush against the nape of his neck, warm against the cold of his skin. His heart pulls once again, teetering to the edge, and it takes all of his will not to slip deeper into your warmth. You tug at his dark violet hair, rubbing his strands in between your fingers as if his hair is the smooth petal of a sakura bloom.

I promise, you say. Scaramouche wants to believe you. He wants to throw everything away and entrust himself to you in his entirety. He wants to believe that you will be the singular god, the one person, to never betray him; he wants to think you will never throw him away. Your promise is small, but Scaramouche has lost so much. He has already shown you too much.

"If that is what you wish for," he says, voice weak. He doesn't bother to bite back, to snap at you with unkindness; instead, all he thinks is of your words.

As he closes his eyes, the back of his eyelids dance with stars in the shape of you. You braid his hair and paint the dull white world he's known for his entire life with color. You fill his world with laughter, and you don't ask for anything in return.

He hopes you keep your promise.

tighnari

Tighnari can't bear to meet your eyes.

Your hands are still running through his hair, pushing his bangs to the side. Your fingers glide over his forehead, and though your touch is faint, he feels the warmth radiating from your fingertips.

Tighnari vaguely realizes he should respond to you, but the words die on his tongue, stay frozen in his throat— his ears and tail still twitch and wag, his shoulders still shake and flitter. He tries to swallow it down, but finds himself suffocating.

He has never been brought to his knees like this before. He has never been speechless, nor thoughtless— his mind only a jumble of words and meaningless phrases. His only coherent thought is of you; you, dressed in your light and suffused with your kindness. You, bright and effervescent, the ineffable and infallible god. You, his god, his creator— you, loved by his soul and tangled within.

You don't rush him, continuing to play with the blue of his hair. You're gentle, soft like dewdrops on his skin. Tighnari wonders if you're being patient, or if you threw the words carelessly enough that you did not care for his response. Even if thought nothing of him, Tighnari wouldn't mind, he'd barely feel the course of rage; he would be saddened, but to worship you alone is enough.

Tighnari still clings to his pride, to the shame he would feel if you saw him so desperate— he resists the urge to fall deeper into you with every one of your lingering brushes against his skin, reminding himself that you have no use of a worshiper tainted by greed.

"I…" The rock in Tighnari's throat finally lets up, allowing him to breathe. He hopes you don't notice the softness in his tone, the slight creek of his voice. "For you, Your Grace… anything."

cyno

Your fingers thread through Cyno's white hair uninterrupted, even despite his sudden stillness.

A scorching heat envelops his cheeks like the desert sun, searing and almost cruel. Cyno feels like a fire has been lit underneath his skin, burning and contorting to the form of his face. He wonders if you've noticed. He wonders if you care, though the thought only lasts for a brief moment before he rips it apart.

You softly twirl some of his hair, rolling it around your finger. Cyno tries to keep himself composed, attempting to face the roaring of his heart with equanimity. His hands still lightly tremble in his lap, reeling from your compliment, small as it might've been.

He hopes you've noticed. But Cyno wouldn't blame you if you hadn't, or if you didn't care. Your will is sacred, meant to be revered and venerated; to force his own on yours is sacrilegious. To expect you to do anything for him is foolish. That you like one aspect of him should be enough.

Yet, Cyno can't help himself from leaning into your words. To be special to you, to hold a place in your heart— to be the one who you love. Cyno would never imagine himself worthy enough to stand beside you, never have the gall to think himself deserving of it— but his heart still sings, still drones in his chest from the implication of your words.

You care, minute as it may be. That is enough for him. Even if you can't keep your promise to him, he will keep it for you.

"Your will is my command," Cyno replies, eyes hard and resolute.

kazuha

Your fingers are tangled in Kazuha’s hair.

He doesn't dare to complain, even when you accidentally pull too hard. Even when you latch onto a small knot and tug, he keeps his lips pursed tight, unwilling to make even a small noise.

Your promise is a small one. It would be easy for you to forget. It would be easy for you to take it back. Kazuha wouldn't blame you; only feel the dull ache in his chest that rumbles whenever he is without you. Still, he latches onto your words, onto what he knows you only uttered without thinking.

Kazuha wants you to stay. He likes it when you're near. Your presence is soft. You feel like home. Your touch is love itself, despite how his skin burns every time you brush against it.

If he closes his eyes tight enough, breathes in your scent well enough, Kazuha begins to find the pain almost pleasurable— accidental as it may be, it stops being a jolt or a groan. Only more of you, of your warmth, your comfort.

It's not as painful anymore. It's just you, after all; and you could do nothing to him to make him stop loving you. Rip his hair, or stab his heart— if it is from you, the maker of his everything, the owner of his soul; who is he to deny you?

You take his hair and braid it, one lock over another. Despite the moment of silence, you continue unimpeded, a soft smile on your face. It is with this that Kazuha is thankful you can't see his expression.

His eyes crinkle at the corners, a glimmer of fervor and quiet adoration dancing within.

“Whatever you wish,” Kazuha eyes, smile audible in his voice.

#[🦇] — my writing #genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau scaramouche #sagau kazuha #sagau tighnari #sagau cyno #yandere scaramouche #yandere kazuha #yandere tighnari #yandere cyno #gender neutral reader

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j-ellyfish · 16 days

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Why would Austria appear in the new AU? And his possible outfit? Just want to see him T-T

Since I've been rotating ideas for a possible Gangsta!Austria design in my mind like a microwave for a while and you asked, I ended up actually putting my thoughts down properly >w<

... In card format because I can't brush off the suspicion that Hima would like to turn Gangsta into some kind of gacha game thingie//

In the context of Gangsta, I was thinking of him as a District who was once part of the most powerful clique back in the day, but unlike some others he just can't let go of that glorious past and still carries that almighty aura and scepter wherever he goes, even if he has been long defeated at the card game. He really hates it when someone brings the truth up to him, so his underlings mostly play along and keep treating him like royalty.

Tbh I'm not sure he will appear at all in Gangsta T_T For some reason, World Stars!Hima seems quite reluctant to feeding us :( But we shall not lose hope </3 I guess he might get at least a cameo if there's a card game round where Austria ranks very high in something, or if we get more background informations/flashbacks about Prussia and Germany, or even Italy. If Gangsta version of history isn't too far away from Canonverse, then Feli should've still been close to Roderich at some point in his life. This would raise the chances for a Gangsta!Hungary to show up as well.

[Version without frame and more rambling under the cut! :3]

I had no idea which nickname to give him, initially I had thought about something linked to music or 'Prince', but I thought that 'Prince' doesn't convey his flaws and the 'I want it and I will get it' attitude as well as 'Emperor' does ... 'Prince' feels less powerful of a word. Plus the globe in the scepter he's carring is supposed to represent a Earth globe and is a reference to the Spain-Austria Holy Roman Empire, so it just felt more fitting. Originally, his monocle was also meant to have an eagle wing decoration going on, but I couldn't make the design fit in well enough so I dropped it, it felt a bit too much.

#hetalia #aph austria #hws austria #hetalia gangsta #gangstalia #ary makes art #ask

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hailuchiha · 1 month

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DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

!! MINORS DNI !!

!! 18 + NSFW CONTENT!!

!! ALL characters involved are ADULTS ; NO minor characters!!

Summary: In a public confrontation with his little sister, sparked by his fiance Izumi, Itachi slaps his little sister. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed, she gets upset and leaves, refusing to talk to him. When Itachi goes to apologize, things don't go as planned, as neither sibling is on the same page, and each wants to be heard. Egged on by his sister's harsh words and acts of retaliation, Itachi gives in to his rage and attacks her once more, crossing a line that there's no going back from.

incest; slight domestic/physical abuse; spit; slapping; non con; cnc; betrayal; anger; frustration; sibling incest; family drama; power imbalance; some verbal abuse; forced bj; choking;

Well... this certainly got out of hand. Again. I should really work on keeping my content concise T_T

Word count: 3.5+k

Familial Rift

He slapped her.

She could still hear the sound- like a whip cracking. Her face still stung, and if she touched it, she could feel heat radiating off of what she knew was his handprint on her face.

The young woman sat straight-backed on her bed, feet still firmly planted on the floor, staring blankly at the wall, refusing to cry.

Well, she was crying, since tears streamed continuously down her face, but the young Uchiha was determined to not make a sound.

There was a quiet knock on her door.

"Sweetie. Are you alright?"

The Uchiha wanted to scoff. She knew her mother meant well, but she was angry at the older woman too.

Their mother hadn't done anything when Itachi had backhanded her across the face. She'd just stood ass till as the other bystanders, not moving a muscle till her daughter had calmly walked out of the hall.

Of course, the party didn't continue. Sasuke had followed her shortly, walking behind her silently until she started to veer too far off. Then, her younger brother, who'd grown a whole head taller than her now and wasn't so little anymore, had taken her hand none-too-gently and led her towards their parked car.

Upon reaching the car, they were quickly bundled in since Mikoto and Itachi were waiting for them.

"We're going home. As the host, your father will see to whatever needs to be done and come home," was all Mikoto said before climbing into the passenger seat.

Nobody spoke on the drive back home, and it made the young woman feel a tad bit better to see her baby brother glaring daggers at Itachi from his spot beside her in the backseat.

She shook her head of the ugly, fresh memories.

"Go away, mother," she responded, only raising her voice loud enough to be heard through the door.

She ignored whatever else her mother said. From what she could see from the movement under the door, the young woman knew her mother remained outside her door for a few more minutes before eventually leaving.

It felt like days later, but what couldn't have been more than an hour or so, when she was startled awake by knocking at her door. In the haze of sleep, she moved on auto pilot, crawling out of bed to open the door.

Only, the moment the door opened and she met her brother's dark gaze, all the memories of the night came rushing back. And with them, the anger, the rage, the betrayal. Gritting her teeth, she didn't let Itachi so much as get a word out before she slammed her door shut again.

Or, she tried.

He'd been quick to react, his reflexes much sharper since he clearly hadn't fallen asleep like her. His foot was wedged in her doorway, refusing to allow her to shut him out again.

"Fuck off!" she yelled, voice wobbly with rising irritation and a panic she couldn't place.

"Just listen to me," he said, voice low in contrast to her high pitch.

Even as she shook her head violently, he pushed his way in, shoving her back enough to breach her sanctuary before closing the door shut behind him.

The lock clicking into place had the young woman backing away slowly, eyes warily watching him close the distance between them.

He had the audacity to look hurt and confused at her reaction.

"Why are you being like this?" he said, his voice quiet.

No response.

She didn't even want to look at him.

"For fuck's sake," he sighed, as if he were dealing with a disobedient child. "It was an accident, alright? I didn't mean to."

The young woman didn't even deign to scoff in response. She kept her gaze fixed on the wall behind him, just past his shoulder.

"Will you say something?" he finally demanded, his tone no longer passive.

"You wanna hear something?" she finally snapped, chest heaving from the strain of keeping a lid on her emotions. She didn't want to expose herself that way to him- to let him know he could have that effect on her. "You are nothing but a goddamn brute, and I want nothing to do with you," her voice was strained, venom dripping from her words. She knew it must hurt him- good! She wanted it to hurt.

Despite her fake bravado, she took another step back when Itachi stepped towards her, a dangerous look in his eyes.

"W-What? You're gonna hit me again? Because you're so powerful and untouchable?" she said, standing her ground despite the tremours wracking her body.

Itachi didn't say anything. She flinched when he raised a hand, her eyes clenching shut, bracing for the pain.

But it never came. Nothing happened.

Her eyes snapped open when her face was gently cradled.

She winced when a calloused thumb stroked her bruised cheek.

"It must have hurt so much," he said eventually, eyebrows twisted in concern. "Forgive me, little sister. I really got out of hand."

Pathetically, she wanted to give in right there. She wanted to let go of the rage she was holding on to, and to throw her arms around him and week into her older brother's chest like she used to.

But she could not do that. She was no longer a little girl; and he was no longer her protector. In fact, he'd laid hands on her in front of the whole clan- humiliated her without a second thought.

Taking in a shaky breath, she shoved his hand away, giving him a look of disgust.

"That's gotta be the understatement of the fucking year. And a shitty apology to boot," her voice was flat with considerable efforts to keep her emotions in check.

He opened his mouth to respond, barely uttering a syllable of her name when she held up her hand, glaring at him coldly.

"No, Itachi! I've had enough. You... You humiliated me, abused me, in front of everyone, for that brainless whore without even bothering to talk to me," she saw his eye twitch when she addressed Izumi as such, but she couldn't care less. This was the first time she had used such vile and harsh words for her brother's fiance, whom she had always treated with respect and tried to be friendly with. Well, no more of that, she thought bitterly to herself, now that Izumi had shown her true colours. "Since you so happily humiliated me in public, I'll only accept your apology if you make just as big of a gesture in public."

She didn't see Itachi's balled fists as he shook with barely concealed rage. What she said may have very well been true, but he was not listening past the abusive language she'd used against his fiance. He may or may not love the woman, but she was to be his wife, and the future co-leader of the clan. He could not have his sister getting used to talking about her that way.

In the blink of an eye, his hand was wrapped around her slender throat, grip vicelike as he choked her into silence, the only sound being her laboured gasps as she attempted to breathe past his hold. Her hands gripped his wrist, trying to pull it off her throat, but Itachi was bigger in stature and muscle and remained quite unaffected by her attempts.

"It seems I came too soon to apologize, little sister," he leaned in, tilting his head to breathe against her ear. "In fact, perhaps even apologizing was a mistake. A whore like you shouldn't be put on a pedestal."

He took no pleasure as he saw her eyes widen in shock at his words, tears immediately springing to her pretty doe eyes. His grip tightened reflexively when she swallowed, his gaze drawn to her heaving breasts as they brushed against his forearm.

After a moment of intense eye lock, he unhanded her none too gently, her head snapping back from the motion. With herculean effort, he turned his back and walked stiffly to the door, not wanting to stay and do something irreversible.

It was a small thing that broke his last holds on his sanity.

A shoe.

Thrown at him in hurtful retaliation. Colliding solidly between his shoulder blades.

It didn't even hurt, really. But it was the principle of things.

It hurt his pride, stoking the poisonous flames.

Within a moment, he was upon her, invading her space. A loud slap rung out through her bedroom, too sudden for her to even react with a gasp. Her wide eyes stared up at him, mouth agape as his palm-print started blooming on her other cheek already.

Idly, Itachi thought the look suited her. That he should keep her marked with his handprints.

"What the-" was all she managed to get out as he forced her to kneel with a painful grip on her beautiful, dark tresses.

One hand clenched in her hair keeping her in place, Itachi quickly freed his cock, which had come to attention sometime during his visit to her room, and shoved his angry, fat cock into her mouth just as she opened it in protest.

His gaze was cold as he looked down at her choking on his cock as he held her in place, his grip in her hair not allowing her to pull off.

Her hands clawed desperately at his hips, tapping, hitting, whatever she could think of to get him to let up.

But Itachi had a lesson to teach his beloved sister.

"Mhm," he protested, almost mildly in comparison to his initial rage, and used his vicious grip to shake her head in warning. "Since you like using this dirty little mouth so much, you'd better learn to put it to good use. Whether you like it or not, you have a lesson to learn, and I have all night to teach you."

The shock from his words made her mouth go slack, only the tiniest bit, and Itachi hummed in approval, pulling out minimally before sliding his cock back in, pushing in deeper. He knew he was girthy, but right now, he was in no mood to baby his sister.

The subtle, wet sounds coming from her throat were going straight to his groin. The fact that she was clearly inexperienced didn't deter him. Her throat kept constricting, trying to evade the penetration that he had no plans on taking away; more and more spit collected in her throat and mouth, making his passage more pleasurable for him, and the sounds that much more palpable.

Itachi wasn't in any hurry. Once he knew he had her in place, Itachi rewarded her by patting her head gently, only to then use his grip to pull her up and down on his cock. He bit back a groan at the sight of her puffy lips stretched painfully wide around his sex as tears streaked down her face from the repeated breach of her oesophagus.

"I'm surprised this is the best you've got, baby sister... Are you sure you're not holding out on me?" he couldn't help but mock, groaning in pleasure at the resulting reverberations along his fat cock when she made unintelligible protests.

"Alright, alright," he huffed patronizingly, fucking into her sweet little mouth a couple more times before yanking her face against his pelvis just as he slammed in.

He could feel her throat spasm in panic, her nails digging into the meat of his calves where she gripped him in desperation. But Itachi didn't want to let go. Not yet. He liked seeing her gorgeous face pressed into his pubes, her teary, panicked eyes looking up at him in a silent plea for mercy.

And mercy he did take, his heart always having been soft for his sweet sister.

He pulled out just as suddenly as he'd invaded her mouth, his big, fat dick now glistening and dripping with her saliva.

With a satisfied hum, he yanked her up. She swayed slightly, still struggling to catch her breath, lips swollen and slick with spit.

"How pretty," Itachi hummed, using his thumb to wipe some of the drool from the corner of her mouth. "This look suits you."

While she didn't respond, this time, Itachi knew it was more because of physically being unable to rather than doing it as a sign of disrespect.

Still, he wasn't done with his sweet girl.

She was still in the pretty peach dress she'd worn to the party- the only Uchiha to opt for such light colours. She'd been so happy to get dressed for today too, only for things to go south...

His hand went behind her to pull her flush against him using the grip her tiny waist. She collided with him with a muffled huff, and Itachi stroked small circles into her back.

"Got nothing to say?" he said softly against the top of her head, before placing a little kiss there. "We're not done here, you know."

An amused smile pulled at his lips when she stiffened in his arms.

His sweet, silly little sister. Did she really think he was done with her?

With one hand, he held the bottom of her lovely dress up and our of the way as he pushed her back, arranging her on her back on the plush mattress.

"I-Itachi please," she said, her voice only a whisper now.

"Shhh. Let big brother make it up to you," he said none too gently, leaving no room for argument.

While he was glad she wasn't loud anyway, Itachi suddenly found a newfound appreciation for the location of his and her rooms being at this end of the mansion, away from Sasuke and their parent's rooms.

Uncaring of her halfhearted plea, Itachi ripped off her sheer leggings, tossing them away, before moving on to her panties. His eyes widened when he pulled them off, eyes zoning in on the thick, creamy wetness pooling in her dark panties, thin liquidy strands stretching to connect back to the pretty petals of her cunt.

"Fuck," Itachi hissed, shoving her thighs wide open to watch her cunt being spread before his eyes. "Fuck... You little whore, you really did like me using your mouth like that."

"A-Aniki don't call me that," her voice was small and muffled from behind her hands.

Itachi gave in and pressed his lips to her wet cunt, licking into it with the hunger of a man starved. Her thighs clenched around his head, her long mewl like music to his ears. But he was having none of that.

With one hand, he bunched up her dress, making sure it stayed up her waist, he shoved her thighs open with his other hand, slapping the soft flesh for good measure.

"Don't close them," he commanded, voice low from strain.

Then, he was dipping his head again, practically moaning against her velvety lips, his longue laving into her slick, warm cavern as he tasted her, trying to bury deeper and deeper. He pulled back after getting her properly wet and the slick slurping sounds filled the room.

With a heated gaze, he watched her flushed cheeks, where her hand muffled her needy sounds while the other was clenched in her hair.

Fuck, he thought, the sight making his cock throb as he idly palmed her pussy. Did he ruin her enough that she needed her hair pulled now?

Almost thoughtlessly, he raised his hand, before bringing it down with a resounding wet slap against her pussy. The impact made her yelp, her hips raising from the mattress, and Itachi hummed in appreciation.

Unable to wait more, he lined up his cock against her sopping entrance before pushing the fat, angry head in. Their groans mingled as his sheer girth stretched her tight walls almost painfully despite the sopping wetness easing the way.

He smirked as her legs dropped open wider, her hips raised almost needily, and she still refused to meet her gaze.

Using a few shallow thrusts to gauge the amount of force needed, Itachi finally slammed in, groaning as his heavy balls slapped against her ass on impact. His hand gripped the flesh of her thigh painfully at the sight of her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her voice caught in her throat.

"Not feeling so bitchy now, are you, sweet sister," he huffed, hands twitching against her skin. But she probably was too far gone to hear the need in his voice.

Adjusting their position so he was kneeling between her legs, his knees propping her thigs wide open, Itachi draped himself over her, caging her body under his by placing his hands on either sides of her head.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he started thrusting, setting a hard pace from the get go, watching her face scrunch up, her lip bitten raw as she tried to muffle her mewls.

This won't do.

Ever the caring brother, he slapped her across the face, lightly, only to swoop in and capture her sweet lips the moment she released her bottom lip. He licked into her mouth, moaning at the taste, his movements getting harder as she overwhelmed his senses.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss with a wet sound, and smirked down at her blown out pupils and slack mouth.

Mine, his brain ordained, and Itachi didn't even want to fight it.

With a gentle grip, he tilted her face just so, before spitting into her mouth.

There was a flash of something in her eyes- recognition, or awareness- but she met his gaze, blinking once, before swallowing. As if that wasn't enough to drive all his blood south, his sweet little sister then opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out for more.

And fuck if he wasn't a goner.

"Fucking filthy," he muttered breathlessly, fucking into her at a harsh pace.

Who was he to say no? He spit on her face, watching the clear, sticky glob slide down her cheek before finally spitting into her waiting mouth.

His pulse picked up at her happy little moan as she swallowed his spit again before licking her lips.

Something about the whole scene awakened something primal in him, and he descended upon her, licking into her mouth hungrily, their kisses becoming sloppy. He yanked the neck of her dress down, groaning at the sight of her large, naked breasts bouncing so prettily as he ravaged her on his cock.

When he gripped both breasts in his hands, the fat flesh oozed out between his fingers, her ample breasts practically spilling out of his palms. He squished them together, watching her squirm, before slapping them till they were a pretty pink, and her nipples swollen and erect.

His thrusts almost slowed down to gentle rocking while he played with her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples, groaning in pleasure as she arched her back at the feeling, only further squishing her lovely breasts into his face. The young Uchiha was practically putty in his hands, moaning and mewling so prettily for him, her hand cupping the back of his head to her chest, clearly not wanting him to stop.

"You should see yourself right now, little sister," he muttered into her plush skin as he bit into an engorged nipple, earning him a pained shudder.

"D-Don't stop, aniki," was her only response, her legs wrapping around his waist, effectively driving her point home.

"Then again... It's my fault you're such a spoiled little princess," he chuckled breathlessly into her skin before pulling her ass onto his lap and angling them so he fucked down into her each time he slammed in.

Her moans grew louder as he drilled into her, reaching deeper with this new angle, his fat cock pounding her silken walls and rearranging her organs with each thrust.

As he slotted his mouth over hers, swallowing her pretty screams, he planted his feet firmly, continuing to pound her relentlessly. What his princess wanted, she would get, especially after the very harsh lesson he'd given her today.

Her nails dug into his scalp where her hand was still buried in his thick locks, while her other hand clawed at his back, her legs tightening around him as he kept fucking her to completion. Itachi groaned into her mouth when her pussy started clenching around him, set on sucking him dry on each pump. He kept thrusting as her walls clenched around him and she came on his cock.

With one last thrust, he shoved in, burying himself in her walls to the hilt and emptied his thick, copious load into her fertile womb.

When he broke away from her, their mouths remained connected by strings of saliva, and she pulled him back into an open-mouthed kiss.

"Still mad at me?" he asked, a smile in his voice as he pulled out of her.

She gasped at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching a few times around nothing, and the sight made him want to bury back home.

"M-Maybe," she said with a pout, idly rubbing their mixed cum back into her walls as it slowly dribbled out of her.

Itachi chuckled, retrieving a bunch of tissues from her dresser to wipe her dripping cunt.

"Still want the public apology?"

"... Something like that," she said, voice getting quieter as her eyelids grew heavier.

"Alright. Consider it done," he leaned down to place a kiss at her temple. "Now go to sleep, princess."

A/N: so... there's a mention of cars... i don't normally write modern AUs but this time, it just fit into the plot. also, i see it became kinda sweet at the end... i guess i just can't imagine itachi as being completely unhinged or for his gentle side to not come out at the end when it concerns his sibs?? anyway, hope you liked it anon!

prompt filled for this anon request

#itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha smut #tw dark itachi #tw dark content #naruto #tw dark naruto scenarios #tw dark themes #dead dove: do not eat #minors dni

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merakiui · 10 months

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Now about that Stuck in a room only getting out by fucking prompt… I saw that tag, tell us more about Fatui Scaramouche PLSSSSS

Can you imagine him trying to fuck you with the intention of killing or incapacitating you!!! T_T sex so good it sends you to Celestia (literally). His stamina is endless, so you’re definitely going to be in for a long day.

I think he’d be offended that anyone or anything could ever confine him in a room. How dare this strange, mystical force manage to be greater and stronger than him! Worst of all, he’s stuck with you. >:( maybe you’re just a subordinate, an unimportant underling overseen by the Lord Harbinger, but since you’re with him he might as well put you to use. Scaramouche demands you find a way out or else he’ll give you a way out (death) if you aren’t fast enough. You hurry to try every idea that crosses your mind, desperate to get out before he loses his patience. If the fear of upsetting a powerful Harbinger doesn’t kill you, then he certainly will.

When it becomes clear that nothing is working and words on the wall finally appear, Scaramouche scoffs. This must be some joke. The only way to get out is to be intimate? Please. There must be another way. You’re inclined to agree. No way are you going to strip yourself bare and vulnerable before the Harbinger who has been so ready to strangle you since you first became locked in this room. But time passes and nothing substantial occurs, save for the unbearable stuffiness of the room. Scaramouche doesn’t seem affected by it, but you are and it’s so difficult to focus when you’re sweating buckets in your clothes. So you start small. You shrug your coat off, maybe your shoes and socks next. Scaramouche rolls his eyes at you; you’re so weak.

It isn’t until you have no choice but to render yourself half-nude that the atmosphere…changes. It’s subtle; you don’t notice Scaramouche’s eyes on you until you turn to look at him and he’s staring right at you. He turns away, scoffing about how you ought to stop ogling and use your brain to think of a way out. You’re too busy trying to keep what little dignity and pride you have left intact. Maybe Scaramouche is going insane, but he’s actually communicating a little more. Sure, most of it’s violent death threats and grumblings, but you can at least share his complaints. This room is the worst; both of you can agree on that.

It takes a while before you’re both staring at the wall again, considering the message. You investigated the entire room twice and there’s no sign of any clues that may help you escape. Your key is printed in bold lettering on a wall. There’s no other choice.

So now comes the arduous undertaking that is broaching such a topic to Lord Scaramouche. You expect him to decline right away, as he’s done so for the past few hours, but surprisingly he grabs your wrist and shoves you onto the bed that both of you have avoided ever since you became trapped.

“I’ll kill you if you touch me.” Though he says that, he’s the one with his hands on you, bloodless fingers curled tightly around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head.

You have no choice but to obey. He’s your superior and you’re just the unfortunate soul who happened to be thrown into this situation with him. Although you don’t miss the way he looks over you as if you’re something worth appreciating.

Scaramouche fucks you as if he intends to break you. He has your face pushed into the mattress so you won’t have to look at him. He’s so adamant about that. Don’t look at him. Don’t touch him. Don’t speak to him. Just let him get this over with. But it’s been three rounds now and he doesn’t seem like he intends to stop. You think you may have heard the click of a door unlocking, but it’s hard to approximate when you’re burying your head in your arms and muffling your cries and moans. You feel like an animal in heat, so tacky and hot and insatiable. Maybe it’s the thrill of doing something so intimate with someone who could end your life that has you begging for more. Or maybe it’s because a part of you genuinely enjoys this rough treatment.

So far, he’s fucked you in positions that won’t let you look at him. So you definitely surprise (and alarm) him when you turn over on your back and embrace him while he’s still buried deep. Scaramouche swears he’ll rip you to pieces, but you don’t miss the way his arms cage you possessively in return. You don’t know this—how could you, after all?—but you’re the first person to ever hug him. He hates that he enjoys this. He hates that he’s on the verge of softening up around you. And all because you had the courage to hug him! He’s a mess, but then you’re more of a mess, bruised and bitten bloody. Scaramouche promises both you and himself that he’ll kill you when this is over. But when it ends and you’re both free, he finds he can’t let you go, nor can he give you a brutal death.

You may have escaped a barren room, but you’ve just found yourself in an even bigger cage. And unfortunately this one is far more perilous than a simple room.

Of course it’s a different story if you happen to be a Harbinger as well. :)

#genshin chit chat #n/sfw #he’s so fine i need him #OOOOO SPEAKING OF TRAPPED IN A ROOM…….#being trapped in shakkei pavilion with a sleeping kabukimono who eventually wakes up and………#:) a lot of thoughts

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highpri3stess · 1 year

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Deadly Affairs: Bonten x Reader, Mikey x Reader

Chapter 3: if it isn't the consequences of my actions

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pairing: bonten × bonten! reader, bonten! hajime kokonoi x bonten! reader

summary: every action comes with repercussions and trying to escape only infuriates your boss, Kokonoi Hajime

warning: DARK CONTENT, slight angst, power abuse, alcoholism (explicit use as a coping mechanism), nudity, mention of vomiting, classism, allusion to childhood trauma/domestic abuse, victim blaming, domesticity, sexual tension.

word count: 2.8k

monica's notes: ik ik, no smut in this chapter either, but please stay for the plot T_T things will get spicy in the next chapter I promise. reblogs, comments are highly appreciated!

Re: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

Due to multiple reports of your indecent behaviour towards your superiors, the Executive office has collectively decided to sanction, (NAME) (LAST NAME) with a pay cut worth 100, 000, 000.

You are also expected to answer a query tomorrow at my office, 8am sharp.

From,

Hajime Kokonoi

"THIS is the worst thing this bastard has done.."

You smiled to yourself, picking up your glass, swirling it around and playing with the bubbles that form in the drink. You downed the glass in one go, letting out a loud sigh to no one in particular before settling the glass next to the multiple empty bottles on the table.

How many bottles have you had ever since you saw the email just after work? One, two, three? Enough to make you forget your inhibitions and keep downing more and more until there's nothing left in your fridge to drink anymore. Right now, you're sure you can't handle all your problems sober- you didn't even want to think about them anymore.

You just want to be something else.

You didn't want to be Ms. (Name), assistant of Kokonoi Hajime and an accountancy graduate. No, now you're just a poor street rat, the daughter to an alcoholic momma who didn't care for her.

A nobody who didn't deserve to be heard out.

You lazily poured another glass for yourself and raised it up to no one in particular before downing it in one go. "I need more." You dropped the glass and went ahead for the bottle, downing the rest. The liquid spilled over your clothes and ran down your cheeks, but you didn't care. Why should you care if you're being messy? Kokonoi was not here to crucify you for drinking like an animal, so you could do what you want.

You didn't need to give a damn what Kokonoi would think when he's the one who endorsed the pay cut as the financial administrator.

"If he can cut your fucking salary without even askin' me," you took a swig of your bottle before slamming it down on the table. " about my side of the story, he can ask Takeomi to pick him up from the airport! He can even ask that misogynistic bastard to suck his dick instea-"

A loud ringing cut your ranting session short and you groaned in irritation, getting up from your chair. You stumbled towards your tv set, your sight woozy until you reached there. You took your phone in your free hand and focused hard on the contact, frowning when you see the name.

MR. HAJIME

"Speak of da devil" you clicked your tongue. "I'll ignore his call…" you shook your head in dismal, a much better idea in your head. "Or you know what? I shoulda pick it and tell him what's on my mind." With your new resolve, you slid the green icon up and gave your sweetest mocking voice to piss him off further. "Hullo?"

"You better have a damn good reason for not getting me from the airport (name)"

You hated the condescending tone Kokonoi used with you. He always spoke to you in that way and that gave everyone the right to step on your toes or forced you into things you never wanted to do.

"That's missus (name) -hic- to ya Kokonoi!" You correctes him, hiccuping in between, much to your annoyance. Of all the times when you have the liquid courage to finally speak your mind, you just had to ruin it. It wouldn't stop you anyways. "And you -hic- you can -hic- go home by your-hic-self."

There was a brief silence on the other line before Kokonoi makes a statement. "You're drunk."

" -hic- No shit -hic-"

He cut the call abruptly, only angering you further. You threw your phone at the wall and screamed in frustration before slumping down on the floor.

"He -hic- doesn't care-hic hic- about me -hic-"

You put the bottle in your mouth, taking a long gulp before setting it down with a loud blech. Staring at the wall in silence, you contemplate all the decisions that lead you here; from standing on the street with your muddy shoes and torn clothes, homeless, hungry and distraught after your mother died, to stealing from Kokonoi and getting caught, only for you to sell your soul to him for a better life.

And now, you're back to square one. Broken, abused by the same people you trusted to save you, on the verge of homelessness and senselessly drunk.

Just like your mother. A poor hungry street rat that would cling onto important people that used and abandoned you.

The sudden introspection makes you teary eyed and you let it fall, mixing with the sweat and dried alcohol on your face. You feel like your stomach is eating itself alive from the inside and you fall forwards as it churns, vomiting violently all over your clothes, the floor in front of you. The tequila bottle drops from your hands and onto the floor, the liquid seeping into the carpet.

'Just like your mother. Just like your mother.'

You stare at your vomit in disgust, you want to get away from it as far as possible and so you try to get up. Wobbling on one leg and placing your palms flat on the ground, you push yourself up until you're standing upright, ignoring the dizzy spells plaguing you. " 'm not my mother. 'Ve gotta clean this u-"

You hunched over to throw up again and it gets all over your legs and the floor this time. You don't stop heaving even when there's nothing left to throw up, your body turning against you as your throat violently flexes until little amounts of green bile is all that is left from your stomach.

The words "just like your mother" rings in your head over and over again and you start to cry hard.

"(Name)? (Name), open the door right now!"

You didn't register the sound of knocking until your door was forced open and soft footsteps pad their way to you, a hand yanking you upright to face Kokonoi's worried gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you threw up again until you've emptied all the contents of your stomach.

The distant memory of your mother's boyfriend hitting her across the face for throwing up on him surfaces and you quickly recoil away from Kokonoi.

First answering that call the way you did, and now this?

He was going to kill you.

"Shit - 'm s'sorry boss- won't happen again" you murmur, choking on a sob, much to the bewildered man. You hated the fear coursing through your bones as you tried to step away from him, your heart beating erratically and legs trembling underneath the weight of your fear.

So much that you nearly fall onto your knees in front of him.

"I said 'm sorry; don't hit m-"

His strong hands grabbed and dragged you closer until your chest was flush with his. Kokonoi was quick to circle your hands over his shoulders and you instinctively grab onto him as if he was going to disappear and leave you alone all over again.

"Jump"

You clumsily jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist like a Koala and he adjusted to your weight, his nose wrinkled with disgust at the smell of vomit emitting from you. Without hesitating any further, the white haired man carried you to the bathroom upstairs and lowers you on the edge of the bathtub, sitting you upright carefully.

"Arms up."

Your obedience was immediate and you threw your arms up, your heart thudding against your chest despite the calming noise of the running faucet in the background. Deft fingers reach for your long dress resting on your thighs and begin to roll it up slowly, taking his time to take off your puke stained clothes and pull it over your head, leaving you completely naked. You watched as he tossed it aside and reached for a bath bomb, pouring it into the water behind you, before taking you in his arms again and gently lowering you into the bathtub.

You should feel self-conscious that Kokonoi was seeing you this bare or the fact that he was scrubbing you clean, but you were much too out of it to care who was near you now. His brows knitted together as he lathered every part of you with soap and scrub off dried up residue from your face and skin, lips sealed tight. You could tell from the way his dark eyes peered at you, he had so many things to scold you about.

His silence was more than enough to tell you all that needed to be said.

Your throat flexed again and he angled your head out of the bath to an empty bucket, rubbing your back as you vomited again and pushed it away. Kokonoi washed the corner of your lips again before helping you out of the bathtub, sitting you at the edge once more, reaching for your towel to wipe you clean.

"You've done 'ough. I can clean myself up-"

He ignored you, wiping every inch of your body completely dry and putting the towel over your body. He hooked his arms behind your legs and carried you out of the bathroom, padding through the halls until he reached your bedroom.

He laid you upright on the bed, your back facing the headboard before making his way to your wardrobe, rummaging it until he brought out a silk nightgown he had gotten for you during his trip to Italy. You instinctively raised your arms up as he walked up to you, the towel rolling off your upper body and exposing your breasts to the cool air.

The shower must have sobered you up a bit, because there was a tiny hint of shame and embarrassment when his gaze lingered on your perky nipples for longer than a second.

The dress slipped over your head and rested on your body, nipples poking through the material. You trailed Kokonoi with your eyes as he walked out of your room briefly with your towel and returned with a clean bucket instead, placing it beside your bed.

"Lie on your side." His voice is curt and you nodded along to his words as he advised you. "The last thing I need is you choking on your vomit and dying before we can discuss whatever happened while I was gone."

Ah yes.

The main reason you got into this mess in the first place.

"Yessir."

His eyes darken a bit and you feel hot all of a sudden, lowering yourself on the bed. " 'I'm hungry." You murmured to yourself soon after, staring blankly at the pale walls. Kokonoi didn't respond to you and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You're sure he's gone home after a few minutes.

AFTER what seemed like an hour of staring at your room walls, you decided to get cleaning.

You swung your feet to touch the ground and forced yourself off the bed. There was no way Kokonoi was going to clean up your puke, his generosity ends with having to wash you. He was too much of a neat freak to even touch anything remotely dusty, seeing as he always gave you the task of looking through archives instead of going there himself.

You were not sure you'd want to clean someone else's vomit either. Yours grossed you out already and just the mere sight of seeing it might have made him throw up in his mouth a little as well.

You grabbed onto the railing and took gentle steps down the stairs, trying your best not to fall; the last thing that should happen right now is for you to break an arm or a leg. Finally making it down, you stepped into the living room and mentally prepared yourself for the disgusting scene you would have to deal with for the rest of tonight…

Only to see that the entire living room was spotless.

All the bottles of alcohol you had downed, the one at the edge of the carpet, the vomit puddle on the floor, everything that made your sitting room look inhabitable was gone.

You were quick to step into the living room fully, seeing how spotless it was of all the evidence of your binge drinking episode, clearly stunned at the meticulous scrubbing Kokonoi had done to your floors, chairs and rugs.

You heard the sound of multiple footsteps coming from the kitchen and turned your head to see Kokonoi with his crumpled shirt rolled to his elbows, walking out and a tray containing a bowl in his hands, his long hair tied into a knot with your black scrunchie.

Maybe it was the alcohol but you want to just hold him.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed." He scolds you, grabbing your hand in his and taking you to the sofa to settle down, putting the tray down as well. You follow dumbly, intertwining your fingers with him as you take a seat beside him, the chair dipping underneath your weights. The white haired male looks at your dilated pupils and shakes his head in disapproval, breaking your heart a little. "Are you still hungry?"

You nodded in response and he picked up the bowl containing the soup along with a spoon, and scoops some broth before bringing it to your mouth. You opened your mouth instinctively, taking the soup in your mouth and swallowing soon after, repeating the process over and over again. You were unable to tear your gaze away from him, your eyes moving from his face, tracing down his pink lips pursed in concentration to his slender, well manicured fingers gripping the silver spoon feeding you.

You wondered if he could ever be this gentle with sober you.

The rest of the feeding session went by in a blur until the plate was empty. You rejected his offer to get you more, your eyes already getting heavy-lidded, and he leaves for the kitchen again. You leaned further into the chair, waiting for Kokonoi to be done with the dishes so that he could carry you back. He returned soon after, wordlessly picking you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your face against his well-ironed shirt.

He always smells so good.

The journey back to your room was quiet, only his quiet breath tickling your ear and neck. He walked into your room and placed you back on the bed gently again, one knee lodged between your legs as he adjusted the pillow and your head. You stared at him as he focused on making you more comfortable, your eyes trailing from his firm clothed chest, down to his pants and resting on his crotch area.

You're suddenly hyper aware that you're not wearing anything underneath and one wrong move…

"I'll return to check up on you tomorrow" his deep voice cuts off your train of thoughts and you look back at him again properly, feeling some sort of shame for thinking along those lines. "Then we'll talk about your unruly behavior."

You swallowed hard as Kokonoi pulled away from you, your heart erratically beating in your chest. You shouldn't be thinking of how close he was right now or how his hot breath makes you feel so warm inside. You should be mad at him for slashing your salary in half and then blaming you for reacting.

But you're not.

Instead, you laid on your side and watched with misty eyes as Hajime Kokonoi walked out of your room, slamming the door behind him with a loud 'bang'.

You knew deep down, you would pay for it tomorrow.

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mueritos · 7 months

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queer transmasc with no option to medically transition and gets dysphoria- how can i get over dysphoria when with a cis guy T_T

this is the age old question for any trans person who dates cis people, so youre not alone. my bf is cis so I went through these insecurities as well, to the point where I couldn't be fully intimate with him until after I got top surgery.

The truth is, even years into my partnership, I still sometimes struggle with being seen as equal to him. I don't think we have a difference in "power" per se between us when we are together, it is just how we are socially perceived is where I have my worries. Our perception together results in our safety.

To start, you might never get over your dysphoria when with a cis person. It might dwindle to nothing, or you might experience ups and downs as you and your partner navigate life together. Dont try to "solve" your feelings, you should be approaching this into how you can practice managing your insecurities, because sometimes insecurities never go away!

talk with your cis partner, be explicit about the language you want to be used about your body and identity. tell them about your experiences and identity and ask them to repeat it back in their own words to allow connection and comprehension. let your partner research on their own and make their own trans friends; encourage your partner to have a trans network as well!

I guess the precursor here is that you are with a cis partner who is not intent to fetishize you. Chasers are real, and it can be quite harmful for folks who cannot or do not transition medically, but just know that chasers can also be trans, so really you should be on the look out for red flags in any person, regardless of your relationship status with them. Does your partner feel weird about the idea of you medically transitioning in the future, even if youre unsure about it? Does your partner assume language about your body and identity and doesn't adjust when you speak up? Does your partner have a history of dating only trans people, or have they dating all kinds of people? Are you their first trans partner? Do they know other trans people? Etc and etc. The best way to protect your comfort in the first place is to find someone who is safe to be triggered by, someone who is compassionate and empathetic to yourself, and who is willing to grow and learn with you. Chasers and fetishists will not see you as an individual person; they will see you as your singular trans identity.

Other than that, its about practicing communication with your partner, exposing yourself to trans positive content, find other people who are trans/cis partnered (to talk about these feelings with), build a queer/trans network for you and your partner, and practice being kind to yourself! a good partner can really boost your confidence, but so can you! learn what makes you happy, what you enjoy about yourself, and find ways to connect to your mind and body.

be safe and enjoy yourself ^-^

#muertoresponds #the age old trans question #trans stuff

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batmanfruitloops · 7 months

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So I noticed that with the Riddler bingo for this AU's Riddler specifically the "Arkham" space was left empty. So that leaves me wondering: what does the Bat do with all of his baddies after he apprehends them? Because as stated with Joker's backstory Arkham exists, but it seems it's not going to be used, so then where does Batman deposit all of his captured baddies at?

This is actually pretty important to a lot of plot points, so this is going to be kind of long!

Batman wants justice and dangerous things to stop plaguing Gotham, but Arkham isn't really going to help that. It kind of just makes people worse. Joker having been in there would also make Batman reluctant to send others there, because he'd be so distraught about the idea. He's been there for years. He knows the personal hell that that becomes.

There are many more circumstantial factors that lend to not sending the rogues to Arkham as well;

A big one is that Batman isn't actually able to capture a lot of them. For instance, the Riddler and Scarecrow never really get close to being caught. They're too capable and have such methods of evasion. The closest Bats has come to catching one of those two is when he and the Joker started working together. Before Eddie worked with Jo, he operated remotely from a hideout and broadcasted his crimes and riddles. Bats had already been working on finding this hideout, and he had finally located it right before the Joker joined his force. (That's all I'll say about that instance for now) But others like Ivy, Harley, and Polka Dot Man always slip away and are untraceable.

Also another little extra thing: Riddler is able to find a lot of information on bad Gothamites, especially the elite that Bats otherwise can't find anything to present fact about, so if he lets him get away, he can bring more people to him basically.

(The car they're driving is actually one I'm in the middle of designing, a souped up car Ed made just for heists that he named Elsa, after the bride of Frankenstein's monster - I know it doesn't look like a car, but I swear I tried T_T)

Bats also lets a decent amount of them get away because they aren't big enough threats. An example of this would be Music Meister. Is he a public nuisance? Yes, but is he really causing any problems? No. In this he's kind of just a silly guy who happens to be metahuman that still wants to use his natural gifts. He's pretty much a theater kid with too much power in his hands.

There is also a section of the rogue gallery whose issues are resolved before being sent to Arkham would be necessary. Clayface, Manbat, and Babydoll are some such rogues. Their roles in this au will boil down to maybe a chapter or so, depending. Their situations mostly require careful handing (and in Manbat's case being cured) to go back to living as best they possibly can. They're able to be reasoned with and get help, if that makes sense? I'm not sure that's the correct wording, but you'll see when we get there.

If the rogues have enough money, power, or influence, they themselves could get out of being sent there. This is how Penguin at least avoids ever being sent there, or charged with anything besides a warning, really.

Batman has also had the unfortunate opportunity of meeting Hugo Strange, the head doctor of Arkham Asylum, as Bruce Wayne. He got to witness firsthand just how demented and intelligent that man is and he'd rather not give Strange more victims to his madhouse.

- Sarsee

#batmanfruitloops #anewgothamau #batman #dc #batman villains #batman rogues #gotham rogues #sars babbles #answers #batmanfruitloopslore

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torihakaraublog · 13 days

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Obey Me! Nightbringer "The Phantom Butterflies" Pop Quiz Event

!SPOILERS FOR THE EVENT! (also this discussion will involve omegaverse cause if you know you know)

Read through this story the first day of the event, but then things got busy and I wasn't able to make a post about it till now. :(

This event was really fun! Also as an omegaverse fan all the conversations about Levi going into 'heat' was funny to me xD

I'm not a fan of perfumes - get agitated easily, but do like scents in other products. Its cool how you can mix scents to get something completely different or create a vibe that matches a character like Levi is doing here.

Ummm this sounds kinda disturbing... idk if I would want to put that on my face.

Ah yes the start of the 'scenting'. Was a side effect of mixing all these ingredients together that Levi can now smell people's 'true' scent, or is more sensitive to the scent of people he's attracted too? Also why do you need to be alone Levi? huh? huh?

Kinda sweet how Asmo remembered what show/character Levi is into at the moment TwT

Perfume ambassador would be a prefect job for Asmo if the situation wasn't so sus. Beel also gets Bel a pillow spray to help with sleep from the same shop that is 100% the same as the perfume given to Asmo. (loving all these brother support moments!)

Idk if it was mentioned before in past stories/events or not where Beel works? I'm assuming he works to help offset the cost of his food?

Luckily Beel told Bel before hand what the location of the shop is. That combined with Asmo's info they search for the butterfly store location. Turns out the area is owned by Mephi's family and he confirms the store is sus.

OMG Beel is so busy! (side note: he should have been in Fangol event)

Heck yah world lore! The phantom butterflies seem to be like a 'will o the wisp' leading people into the forest to get lost. Plus you could get turned into a butterfly!

Levi in heat part two xD was laughing at his survival rules! They are honestly great rules tbh based on the few horror movies I've seen.

This is really cool ngl. Poor butterflies were lonely though T_T

YES LEVI GO USE YOUR POWERS OF A GOOD OLDER BROTHER!!

It is neat Levi! You inspired the butterflies to go out and find happiness! (tho they kinda did it in a not so great way)

So cute his loud passion yelling about anime caused this :3

Levi in heat part three lmao This was just wild! Basically he basically begins to lose his sense of reason due to our 'scent'. I tried all the combos for this and sadly their was no kiss, just a lot of cuddling and horny words. But like...that was pretty good too heh heh. <3

Liked how Lucifer didn't discourage Levi here from making the perfume he wants to make, just that he should do it in moderation.

Overall this event gets a big YES from me!

#obey me pop quiz #obey me spoilers #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me

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cannoliparty · 3 months

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talking about rustbloods

I LOVE RUSTBLOODS!!! im a fan of a lot of trolls and bloodcastes but the way rustblood characters are portrayed in the comic is just too cool for me to NOT call out!!! this post will be an overview/me prattling on about the rustbloods in homestuck, and even the caste as a whole!

quick overview on time! its an aspect connected to mechanics, inevitability, death and so on. it can even be connected with music, due to the timing in bars of songs or the progression of time as music plays.

furthermore, to talk about rustbloods as a whole, theyre connected to the original sgrub players of alternia, which would be aradia and the handmaid. its important to give explanations on these connections and thats exactly what ill be doing! i havent read hiveswap or played the friendsim so i will not be using those rustbloods as a reference to look at.

the beta troll rustblood is aradia, maid of time. she embodies the time in her session, and as a maid she keeps her aspect "tidy"! aradia was especially connected to the death in the time aspect. she had died, been trapped in a body not hers, been a sprite and so on. for a while, she WAS made of death and therefore that was a way of being made of time. but when they were at the universe gate and aradia sent out all her different aradiabots, that was her way of roleplaying as a witch of time (her ancestor!), as she manipulated previous timelines to CREATE (maid word!) more time for her friends to act! though maids are considered an active class, they "prepare others with their aspect" and otherwise tend to stay in the background always tending to their aspect themselves, helping the session grow. aradia did this in multiple ways. first was when she first died, and worked with the spirits to get her sgrub session started. and we all know death/the dead are very related to time.. then, after godtiering, she travelled to countless dream bubbles, keeping those memories and times afloat, doing the "housekeeping" a maid does with their aspect. and theres also aradias off-screen timeline travels, as at one point she says shes been through hundreds of years worth of doomed timelines! all of these actions are inextricably linked to time, and even sometimes the death in it, and further proves how aradia is made of time. in the end, aradia has always been maid/made of time, and the inevitability of time allowed her to accept her challenge of self-relying easily, and shes a solid character!!

so i believe how rustbloods connect to aradia is through that "made of time" play on words! this means rustbloods can be heavily related to any part of the time aspect whether its death/spirits, mechanics and routine, or just a sense of inevitability. its loose, but rustbloods take what aradias putting down, and relate to it how they can. they also carry the self-reliance of maids, and are usually very powerful in that same sense!

the rustblooded ancestor is the handmaid, one of the 2-3 ancestors who made it off alternia. shes also a witch of time! witches are naturally rebellious of their aspects rules, which brings about their nature-changing powers. the handmaid rebelled from the timeless inevitability of having to serve lord english, and tried to overcome it as hard as she could, but doc scratch unfortunately guaranteed her fate. its also of note that witches tend to have familiars (jade with bec, feferi with her lusus) and so the handmaids would be lord english!

the beforus counterpart of the handmaid is damara, also a witch of time! she embodies her classpect in a fuller manner, as she had some free will of her own. of course, she has the alpha troll curse (NOT GETTING ANY SCREENTIME...) T_T;.... but its obvious shes very rebellious against inevitability and instead does things her own way, which is not caring too much about anything!

this connects rustbloods to doing what they want with the sense of inevitability, death, etc... time is of the essence, and they inherited the witch's powers of doing whatever they want with that essence!

overall, i hope this makes sense!!! i know aradia has like 300 more words dedicated to her but she IS the one with the most screentime..... but damara & the handmaid are genuinely some of my favorites in homestuck and if they got more to themselves as characters i can guarantee itd be QUALITY stuff to talk about!!! as usual feel free to leave feedback or add on to rustbloods however youd like ^_^

#cannoliblabbing #homestuck #rustbloods #classpects #aradia megido #damara megido #the handmaid #maid of time #witch of time

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tarisilmarwen · 10 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Steps Into Shadow"

Everything is all shaken up for Season Three, let's go.

So I know I said I really like it when shows change up the Status Quo but...

Some of the changes took a bit of getting used to in Season Three. I'll admit it.

(It's the hair, Ezra's hair took getting used to, I believe my exact reaction was, "Nooooooo not the cute shaggy shonen protagonist hair!" I'm okay with it now and it's hella easier to draw but it was a bit of a mourning period.)

So! Season Three begins six months after the end of Season Two. Everyone has had a cosmetic upgrade. They're all older. Ezra is seventeen. *cries*

Ezra had his seventeenth birthday offscreen while he and Kanan were not on speaking terms.

*sobbing forever*

Anyway we open In Media Res with the Spectres (minus Kanan) pulling off a jailbreak.

Oh it is absolutely not a coincidence that our first sight of Ezra this season has him bathed in shadow.

Sabine and Ezra casually bantering mid-mission and Ezra being seamlessly badass. <3

That cute little fond smile of Ezra's when he sees Hondo. T_T

Ohhhh I remember when people were freaking out over just how casually Ezra shoots this Stormtrooper with a blaster very obviously not set to stun. It's such a contrast from "Stealth Strike" in which he promises not to hurt any of them. He's taken some parts of Maul's words to heart, sadly, and now he's acting like a proper soldier in a war.

Ouch.

Don't mind me appreciating Ezra and Sabine's brief battle tag-teaming moment here.

As if the Luke parallels were not strong enough, Ezra's new lightsaber--after a harrowing fight against Darth Vader in which he lost his other one--is green. And sue me, I love his green lightsaber, it's my favorite.

Also a big fan of how Ezra demolishes this whole hallway of Stormtroopers by himself. He doesn't even blink.

"Is that really Ezra?" "Most of the time." The meaning behind this exchange is ambiguous and there are plural interpretations. I think Sabine is referring to how utterly serious he is, no stopping, no delays, all-business. We only really saw him banter and smile with the others when on their way in, once the reinforcements arrived it was all go time.

It really isn't Ezra's fault that Terba got killed. But Ezra's Hero Complex, Guilt Complex, and sense of hyper-responsibility are all colliding and making him take the blame on himself for not having complete 100% control of the situation, also why he snaps at Hera later for griping about just that.

Never not gonna love Ezra as leader with Sabine as his competent lieutenant. <3

The Force Theme goes creepily off-tune here. This is NOT a Jedi Mind Trick. This is Force Dominate and yes, it is a Dark Side power.

This scene is deliberately uncomfortable. It's almost like possession, like Ezra using the AT-DP pilot like a meat puppet.

Sabine looking Very Concerned as she watches what Ezra does here. :)

There's just a moment where they hold on the shots of the AT-DP's legs and Ezra's feet, juuuuuuust to give you enough time to comprehend the horror.

"When did Kanan teach you that?" There's just a smidge of discomfort in Sabine's voice here, she knows full well that's not something normal.

Ezra's "I did what I had to do." here is a bit needlessly defensive, Hera didn't offer any commentary in judgement at all, he's just instinctively already verbally flinching about it because he knows it was wrong.

We can already see the effects of Malachor on Ezra, he's angrier than usual and bristles at Hera's criticism.

"Ah the fiery spirit of youth, eh?" "It's not all bad." Hera looks so SAD here. :( There's so much unspoken sorrow. You can hear a certain frustration and helplessness.

Cut to Ezra having the expected angst session in his room. The holocron, sensing his anger, lights up, making his cadet helmet (the one Sabine painted for him, that's supposed to represent a sense of safety) look creepily demonic.

"You can see things clearly your friends cannot." Ohhhhh you absolute bitch, that specific turn of phrase is meant to dig at Ezra's guilt over Kanan's blindness isn't it? Ezra even repeats it. "They can't see..." This scene here, his speech, is the lynchpin of his entire experiment with the Dark Side; his guilt over Malachor is eating him up and like Anakin before him he's resolved to never let it happen again. So he must become stronger, more powerful. His fear of further loss--his attachment--is leading him down the same dangerous path.

It hurts so good, it's such good angst.

THERE SHE IS, MY FAVORITE FABULOUS BITCH.

She's awful. I love her. <3

The entire crew being so Done with Hondo lol.

Heeeeeeey remember how I talked about how a large part of Rebels the show is how the Ghost crew in particular helps put the Alliance together piece by piece, ship by ship?

Yeah these are the Y-wings that take part in the Battle of Yavin.

Sato promoting Ezra, awwwww. The sheer respect these two have now. Sabine and Zeb are very happy for him and Hera says Kanan would be too and ow ow ow the lined hurt in Ezra's face when he points out that Kanan is never around anymore.

The man himself has grown a Sadness!Beard and is in such inner turmoil that it's woken the Bendu, whose voice we hear calling to him.

I really feel for Hera, trying to mediate between her two Jedi, who are both hurting and both avoiding each other, the frustration and anguish she must feel.

Perhaps nudged by her words Kanan does try to pay Ezra a visit to talk... aaaaaaaand immediately discovers the open holocron.

Ohhh this conversation hurts. Ezra's so angry and hurt by Kanan seemingly abandoning him and all Kanan can think about is protecting him from the holocron's influence and he must feel like such a failure as a teacher, especially when Ezra yells about how he doesn't need Kanan.

:((((

Rebels says vehicle registrations and tolls are tyranny lol.

Right so, mistake number one: Running instead of playing cool. The Alliance does have a small amount of funds and they could easily forge a ship registration. Give the Mining Guild fake credentials, pay the fee, and they could have bought enough time to deflect suspicion for an hour maybe.

Yeah the krykna aren't any less creepy.

Hi Bendu!

The Bendu is an interesting addition to the lore. He seems in the vein of the Mortis Gods, an ancient entity in tune with the Force, though the normal rules of such don't apply to him. He's a neutral party, possibly representative of the spirit of nature, which is neither Light nor Dark it just is. His True Neutral alignment would later be challenged by Kanan but for now he seems a helpful ally, offering to assist Kanan learn how to "see" through the Force. (I do like to joke that he's trying to get all the Force noise to calm down so he can go back to sleep.)

Mixed feelings on how Kanan's blindness is handled. Would have liked to see more of a recovery/coping arc, but a lot of the little subtle hints and nods they do in later episodes are really effective at showing how he's adapted. And then there are the odd moments where Rebels writers forget he's blind entirely. So there's some room for improvement.

Also he should have been allowed to make some blind jokes. DON'T @ ME THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN HILARIOUS.

Ezra: "No witnesses! 😠" Sabine: "Dude WTF?" Love how even though his Dark Side tendencies concern and worry her she's not afraid to push back at him.

Kanan assumes the "source of unbalance" he's carrying is the Sith holocron and confesses his fears that it's corrupting Ezra. The Bendu claims, "An object cannot make you good or evil.", explaining how it's one's mindset that determines that.

Which I mean, point, buuuuuuuut this is also a fictional universe in which the traces of Sith ghosts stuck in soul jars can literally possess you sooooo...

Anyway the scenes of Bendu teaching Kanan how to "see" through the Force are amazing. 10/10 no complaints. Will comment on things as I go just to point them out.

For starters, how about the panic and fear in Kanan when Bendu destroys the sensor beacon? And his angry hopeless, "I can't see anything! Not anymore."?

MEANWHILE WITH THE IMPERIAL DOOM SQUAD:

*ANGELIC CHORUS*

Hello my favorite blue bastard.

The first hint of Kallus's changed allegiance is here with this vaguely accusatory comment about civilian deaths outnumbering insurgent deaths at Batonn, which Thrawn was promoted for. Pryce calls them "acceptable margins". Timothy Zahn would later reveal in the first new canon Thrawn book that it was her who detonated the bombs that killed everyone. For the moment I will refrain from commenting on his concerning habit of retconing things to absolve Thrawn of anything bad ever and just respond with the appropriate amount of disgust at Pryce.

Always loved the cool effect where everything except Thrawn's red eyes fade out.

Mistake number two: Not calling Hera to tell her, "Hey the Empire is scrapping the bombers literally as we speak." and asking for advice. Hera probably would have consulted Sato and the combined brainpower could have come up with a better plan than "Charge in recklessly and scoop them up against orders without further observation or research."

Even Rex, who backs Ezra up later, thinks they should tell Hera about it first.

"That's an order!" Ouch, Ezra, that is the most insensitive thing you could have said to a former clone trooper.

Ezra's need for control over every possible variant situation (to prevent himself from suffering further loss) is actively making things worse for the mission, not better. He is showing a distinct lack of trust in the command structure, and an almost possessive need to keep his team safe and under his direction.

No one comments on his bossing them around though, not even Sabine, and into the maelstrom they go.

Hi Brom Titus!

Rex still showing a very slight deathseeker tendency.

Sabine's been taking notes from Hera on flying a ship with no power, clearly, lol.

This cue right here is going to come back later in the climax of the episode. The frantic rapid percussion definitely gives off the feel of "falling".

Love Melch feigning a malfunction he fits right in with Han "slight weapons malfunction" Solo lol.

Sabine sounds tired and exasperated when she points out the fighters won't have any fuel. I can only imagine the kind of impulsive, reckless, rash leadership decisions she's had to put up with from Dark Side Depression!Ezra for the past few months.

Rex is supportive tho. <3

Bendu going through Kanan's other senses methodically to help him relearn how to navigate. <3

Kanan foresensing the danger Ezra's going to be in from across the galaxy and freaking out about it. <3

I'll be honest I don't quite understand this philosophical mumbo-jumbo but whatever it works, Kanan's got his mojo back and is going to go get his padawan.

Ohhhhhh oh I know this cue right here has been used before, dammit where was it used before?

Hang on... I think it's Kanan's theme?

*goes back to check "Stealth Strike"* No, not there. Ugh, this is gonna bug me.

*checks YouTube* It IS Kanan's theme! Holy crap.

Sabine does not have a good time of it against this Dismantler droid. Zeb's prehensile feet save the day, though. Always love when they get to use those.

Worried Ezra be worried. <3

Ezra's strained "Oh shit it's mom." tone here lol.

Recall what I said back in "Fire Across The Galaxy" about how the Rebellion will always pull your fat out of the fire even if you've been stupid? Yeah.

Hera's face when she sees Kanan sitting in the co-pilot chair. <333333

Rex, ah... may not be all mentally here I think the Dismantler droid is bringing up some unpleasant memories.

The subtle symbolism continues!

This exchange is hilarious. "Yeah, get ready for another demotion." Lol Ezra.

Ezra considers the dilemma for half a second and then chooses violence. Mistake three.

Chopper pitches a fit about getting in a Y-wing. Given that he was shot down in one, that's understandable.

This fond smile and headshake at Hondo. <3

Mistake four, not checking to see if the Y-wings had hyperdrives before taking off.

Always love it when one of the kids uses Zeb's "Karabast!" He's a bad influence on them lol.

All of Ezra's previous bad decisions culminate here, he's stranded on a collapsing station, unable to contact help, and the last thing he heard from Sabine was that the Empire was there. It's not any wonder he's practically breaking down in tears.

"This is wrong, it's all gone wrong!" Well, that's what happens when you choose all the Dark Side options, Ezra. Should have kept a save point.

:((((((

Taylor's acting here is amazing, Ezra sounds SO lost and scared and desperate and he just wants Kanan to be there.

A bold and serious "Shenanigans" cue as Phoenix Group blazes in to the rescue. <3

And there's that cue that I told y'all would be coming back. :)

This sequence is perfection. Ezra clinging to the station as it falls, Hera flying with such microprecision she misses all the debris flaking off of it, the rushing wind, the music...

Ezra's shock when he hears Kanan's voice.

KANAN BATHED IN WHITE LIGHT REACHING OUT TO EZRA AS HE AND THE STATION PLUMMET INTO THE ABYSS.

THE RETURN OF THE ARC WORDS, "I'VE GOT YOU."

THE SOUND DROPPING OUT AS THE FORCE THEME PLAYS SOFTLY AND KANAN TELLS EZRA TO LET GO.

EZRA TRUSTING KANAN, LETTING GO, AND LETTING THE WIND CARRY HIM WITHIN REACH.

Cinematic poetry. <333333333

Hera smiled at first when Kanan told her he'd gotten Ezra buuuuut she's pissed now about the Phantom lol.

Pryce's shade at Konstantine, ha ha.

Thrawn sounded so disappointed too, almost sulky. "That's not the Rebel fleet!" 😠

Major "mom grounding her rebellious teenager" vibes. Love that Zeb and Sabine stick up for him.

Dodonna namedrop!

I know some people wanted a bit more out of Ezra's flirtations with the Dark Side but personally I think it's fitting that as soon as Kanan and Ezra bury the hatchet he never touches it again. The major impetus behind his running to the holocron was Kanan's distance from him, reinforcing all the self-negative beliefs Ezra had about the whole situation--that it was his fault Kanan was blind, that Kanan blamed him, that he wasn't a worthy student, that he couldn't rely on anyone but himself to get strong enough to protect the people he cared about, that he needed the holocron and the Dark Side to get that strength.

And you'll notice he doesn't quite swear off the thing entirely, he asks after it both here and in the beginning of the next episode, a bit like an addict antsy for their next fix.

(No, fandom, Kanan's "I'll always come back." here was not secret foreshadowing that the writers failed to follow up on in Season Four, it was a straightforward sentiment in the moment.)

This is a heartwarming sight. <3

This... is my favorite of the season premieres. For obvious reasons.

Once again the main strength is the focus on Kanan and Ezra's fractured relationship as it pieces back together. The action is tightly written and every single element serves its purpose. It's funny, dramatic, heartbreaking...

I don't really have any other words, this episode is just amazing.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog #sabezra #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #spoilers #grand admiral thrawn

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cup1d-cafe · 3 months

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Yuki (ninjago OC) power headcanons

Has the best stamina out of everyone, purely because she runs on the treadmill for 3 hours everyday while belting Taylor Swifts Eras Tour setlist ( ngl this is me projecting)

accidently developed a bloodless torture curse (like crucio from harry potter) when she was 10 and spewing random words after the death of her brother.

She's one of the strongest masters of Magic, stronger than her mother. Sensei Wu even admits "she's far beyond Asterias' skill level at her age. The last time the master of Magic was so powerful was when Queen Morana ruled." (The name Morana means death... sooo ✨️ foreshadowing✨️)

Despite being the purple ninja, her Magic isn't purple, it's actually pink.

Yeah that one was a surprise to everyone.

Turns out Dark magic is purple tho

look. she's not evil, but she developed a lot of Jinxes just to use for pranks

Once Lloyd made her blush so hard she burst into pink flames.

Jay pissed her off once and she burst into flames and her eyes glowed.

Jay Is scared of Yuki

Yuki turned Jay into a Squirrel multiple times

There's an inside joke about her spontaneously combusting

Her eyes glow when using her full power.

They also glow when concentrating. On anything. Or when angry.

Her eyes BURN when they glow for too long

PIXAL figured out it's probably the main cause of her migranes + stress + head trauma.

Curse marks that look like frostbite on her fingers after using the forbidden spell

Has a spell for EVERYTHING

Her metabolism is WHACK cause of her powers. Magic uses alot of energy & cals .

Remeber the hc that she forgets to eat? Sometimes after a battles she's completely worn out and this conversation follows:

Yuki: *on the verge of passing out* why am I so tired T_T

Zane: when was the last time you ate?

Yuki:.... God dayum

Everyone else: *pulling out protein bars* eat up

So yeah everyone keeps protein bars on them.

also is skilled at body manipulation after becoming more comfortable with the use of Dark Magic(similar to blood bending from ATLA)

Taught Nya how to manipulate someone's body by manipulating their blood like it was water.

did i mention her powers cause frequent fainting spells?

everyone genuinely thought she had narcolepsy for a while cause it'd happen EVERY day.

She temporally looses her power during a full lunar eclipse (2-3 times a year)

on the contrary, a total Solar eclipse empowers her even more (every 18 months)

overuse of magic can weaken the immune system

after the events of The Forces Of Destiny, she can astral project and channel (communicate with spirits of the past queens)

so yeah that's it for now :)

ill do a thorough breakdown of the magic system soon!

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago headcanons #yuki dragonfly #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #sensei wu #ninjago nya

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you, that one anon and I, are single handedly CARRYING the autistic Jumin headcanon.

If it's alright, what would happen if MC were to help Jumin through a meltdown and/or shutdown? Or her just telling Jumin that it's okay to be him, and that they can find out who he is behind the mask together :,]?

Man this makes me wanna *hits desk repeatedly*

FR THO i love my autistic king <3 i'm sorry for the delay! i've had a very. very. eventful couple of weeks T_T

letting himself feel his emotions was something jumin was still getting used to. before her, he always imagined his feelings as something to be locked away, never to be touched and opened. a pandora's box. there was a wall between himself and his emotions, and it was better for everyone that way. of course, he was only human, and sometimes his strongest emotions would slip through. sadness would creep its way out of the box every so often, catching him in her cruel grip. there was always affection whenever he spent time with elizabeth the third, but other than that, jumin never really let himself feel anything. he had always believed that emotions were a waste of time-- that it didn't matter what he felt, because people treated him the same no matter what. no one ever cared for his emotional needs, so why would he? of course, that all changed when he met her and fell in love for the first time. she was able to get him out of his own head, was able to slowly untangle the mess that was jumin han; while he seemed cold and aloof on the outside, he had been drowning under the surface. she had been his lifeline.

she opened his eyes to so much more than emotions, though. it was her that persuaded him to get an autism diagnosis, her that stuck by his side through the assessment and the waiting, and then the confirmation. the confirmation was both a relief and an anxiety- jumin was relieved to hear that there was a reason for the way that he was, and that he wasn't just some broken mess. anxiety had quickly overpowered the relief he felt, though, because...well, powerful people weren't autistic. in his high society, there was not a single person like that. while jumin was sure a lot of them had mental illnesses, it was something taboo among the elites. something that was spoken of behind closed doors and cupped hands, in whispers while you were passing by and words with double meanings. after the diagnosis, jumin began learning about autism- both through research and through firsthand experiences. something he had to learn firsthand was shutdowns and meltdowns.

there were different types, she had explained, and it's not always a visibly emotional breakdown. sometimes it's just completely shutting down, your body present but your mind somewhere far away where no one could reach. it's your senses becoming overwhelmed to the point where your conscious mind decides to take a step back. jumin didn't understand how that could happen until he had experienced it.

it had been a long, stressful day. there were stacks of paper to be signed, crowds of important businessmen and women to be met with, and an important client backed out of a deal at the last minute and left them all scrambling. jumin's entire routine had been thrown off, and he had to meet with his father and his father's new girlfriend; she was worse than the others, had come onto him when his father wasn't in the room and invaded his personal space. by the time jumin got home, he was barely holding himself together. he breezed by his cat and his wife without a word and made his way into the bedroom where he threw himself down onto the bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling. the longer he laid there, the more detached he became from reality until jumin was unseeing and unblinking. this comatose-like state was how she found him, and she was quiet and gentle when she shut the door behind her. not that it really mattered, because she was certain that the penthouse could burn down and jumin would still be none the wiser.

she sat next to him on the bed and repeatedly carded her fingers through his hair, content to do so until he came back to reality. it took a little while, but she could see the light slowly come back to his eyes. saw how he finally started to notice his surroundings, and then notice her. "when did you come in?" he asked, voice a little rough. "mmm about half an hour ago." she responded, stopping her motions in favor of leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "rough day?" she asked, and made a sympathetic noise when he nodded. "overwhelming." he said, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. "i'm sorry i went all..spacey like that."

"hey, don't apologize." she frowned, lightly tapping his forehead. "this kind of thing happens sometimes. do you want me to make an appointment with a therapist or anything?" that was a new thing, too. therapy. jumin still wasn't entirely comfortable with it, but he couldn't deny that it did help. learning more about his diagnosis and his feelings and how he felt things made it feel less lonely. like, he wasn't the only one who was messed up. jumin was about to deny her offer, but caught himself. it would always be hard to let other people in, to let them see all the mangled, messed up parts that made him, but he was trying.

there was a fear that jumin had of letting other people know of his diagnosis. other than the repercussions in his society, he feared that people would look at him and label him as autistic. like they wouldn't be able to see any other part of him. it was also the reason why he felt like he never really knew himself; he never knew where his mask ended and where he began, always too afraid to find out. he voiced this fear to her, and fell silent as she contemplated her response for a moment. "i think...the people who love you won't look at you and see your diagnosis, but rather look at it like one more piece to the puzzle. like something to help them understand you better." she said, her voice slow and clear. "as for who you are...well, i can sit here and tell you exactly who i think you are without your mask, but it's more important for you to figure that out...and i'll be right here by your side, of course." her words helped to quell the rising anxiety, and he couldn't be more grateful that someone so thoughtful and so calming was by his side. "thank you." he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "i will....give the therapist a call myself. in a little while, though. i want to stay here with you for a moment."

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin han #jumin han x reader #jumin han x mc

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