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MAG146: Threshold. An Excruciatingly Deep Analysis. Word Count: 6702 .

The Final scene in mag146 is something i think about often. It wasn't a scene of the three assistants confronting Jon at Martin's behest, it was a scene of desperation for a tangible target that couldn't overpower them the way every other monster had, that could be loosely quantified as deserving every ugly emotion they've had to direct inwards. I think a large part of season four as a whole, is the lack of a "big bad guy" and how the absence of one big pure evil enemy can actually. make things worse sometimes. because back when Elias was present everyone had someone to blame. all their anger about their respective situations could be tied back to Elias and so everyone had common ground in their hatred for him, they had an outlet. Tim and Melanie both lashed out at almost everyone but in the end it was Elias Melanie tried to kill multiple times. It was Elias that Tim's rage always traced back to, and they he held as the true evil until his bitter end. Basira could blame Elias since he's the one who practically forced her into joining the institute to save Daisy. It made things easy. It was simple because it's so easy to direct all your hatred towards the person who's the obvious big bad antagonist. But as soon as Elias was not present anymore, none of them had that outlet anymore. That's a large part of the reason that Jon’s the one being scapegoated. He's the only one with no connection to them all. And the only one they can safely turn their rage towards. Basira and Daisy have a bond near unbreakable due to their history, Melanie and Basira went through the trauma of the Flesh attack together, Daisy and Melanie have the common thread of both being people attempting redemption despite it being what feels like their nature. And through this, they all have something connecting them all. With Jon, there's a lacking in that common thread. Especially since it was Tim who saved everyone from the unknowing. Plus, what makes Jon easy, is the fact that they can trace even just the littlest something involved with him. The point is, when Elias was there, everyone had something they could tie reeeally directly to their issues. But now thats he’s not. Jons the next closest thing. And many aspects about who he is as a person makes it ever so easier to put blame on him. Not only is he non confrontational and self blaming, so he doesn't have it in him to be a danger to anyone who may confront him. But, with the rapid deterioration of his mental state, he's been making bad decisions. He's been unintentionally hurting a few innocent people. And those two things combined are just enough to make him the perfect replacement outlet. Because god with everything they're going through they need something. Because, all in all, it's nobody's fault. And that is the hardest fact for anyone in their situation to accept. Because blame is easy. Blame is simple and blame lets you cast all your misfortunes onto one person without having to take painful responsibility for them. And right now? Fate is the one at fault. Everything is being subtly influenced by the web in a way that simply makes it so fate was the sole decider all along. The end was decided from the beginning. Nothing could have helped that fact. Everybody wound up in their positions because fate deemed them unlucky souls and no matter what they hoped or dreamed or wished to do there was nothing that could have been done because every single one of them was just a plaything for destiny to reel at. And that is the absolute most excruciating thing to accept in their circumstance. Because none of them can handle what they've gone through. And to accept that there's absolutely nothing that ever could have been done about it is. Devastating. Because why should Jon have been born to suffer, why should Melanie have had to live a life built off a burning stick tower of shaky rage, why should Daisy have had to live the life of a desperate predator that she can barely redeem herself for, why should Basira have to dedicate her life to something that-

has only ever backfired on her, and went through so much trauma because of. Every single one of them is at the absolute worst possible spot they could be at for one reason or another (except possibly Daisy), so what other option do they have besides creating blame when the alternative is accepting it was hopeless all along. They're all desperate. Now, to further explain my next point i'm going to bring in some historical context for the term "scapegoat. Based in the Bible, a scapegoat is one of two baby goats; the other is sacrificed, while the other is sent into the desert, carrying all of the sins and impurities with it. The idea is initially mentioned in the Book of Leviticus, where a goat is assigned to be sent into the desert in order to carry away the sins of the community. Historically, this can be seen in many concepts. All of which are corrupt, and yet simultaneously used as one massive coping mechanism for the ways things are. The term though, interestingly (and ironically seeing a trend in historical scapegoats) enough, is rooted in ancient Judaism. Once a year, during Yom Kippur, Cohen Gadol sacrificed a bull as a sin offering to atone for all the sins he had inadvertently committed during the year. Then he took two goats and brought them to the door of the tent. Two goats were chosen by lot: one offered as a blood sacrifice, and the other as a scapegoat to be sent into the desert and pushed down a steep chasm where he died. The blood of the slain goat was taken behind the curtain into the Holy of Holies and sprinkled on the closing plate, the lid of the ark of the covenant. Later, the high priest confessed the intentional sins of the Israelites to God and figuratively placed them on the head of another goat, the scapegoat Azazel, who would symbolically "take them away". Now this is a very important analysis of a "scapegoat" because of how it narratively fits into the magnus archives you'll notice, that in the more ancient torah based description, it's abundantly clear that rather than simply an instrument for atonement, the goat is a sacrifice. The sins of the world were all placed on a rather innocent creature, and due to this, it met its untimely demise for reasons none other than fate. I like this specification, because I think it shows a really important context for the situation Jon is is. He isn't just being blamed for other people's problems, he's being utterly destroyed by them. Jons mental deterioration throughout the season has been nothing but noticeable in every way possible. And really? It's mostly due to that. He has an i n s a n e amount of survivors guilt at this point as pointed out by Daisy in Scrutiny, "And of course, for John, there’s survivor’s guilt in there, too. He thinks he’s not human. Makes him very… self-destructive.". So to have such an immense amount of guilt, and then have all the people around you, who you strive to have some sort of trust with, place all this blame on you, is detrimental. Not only is it a punishment perfectly tailored to match what Jons weakest point is, but it's also one that puts him in a cycle of agony that makes the entire situation worse. A sacrifice. It sends him into a vicious cycle of [ deteriorating due to being blamed -> not being able to sustain the pressure and agony of it and needing more statements -> taking more statements -> scapegoated for taking statements -> deteriorating due to being blamed ]. He's caught between a rock and a hard place with the situation because the ways the assistants are coping with their situation is directly contributing to exactly what they get on him for. They see him as a monster for doing what he does, and continue to deliberately try and make him feel worse, which only makes him need to do more of what they hate him for and no on and so forth. It's a vicious cycle full of unhealthy coping that none of them know how to withstand.

So, now that we have down the motives for scapegoating Jon and where Jon stands in the situation and what narrative role he's playing, we can now move on to the scene itself and the fundamentals of each character's stance in it.

Coping: and how it interferes with regression of development.

Firstly, I'm going to be starting with Daisy and there's a chance it's because she's my favorite and there's a chance it's because her stance is the most interesting. I lied, it's because she's my favorite! But either way, Daisy in this scene is the most conflicted character, and for extremely good reason. You'll notice that in her speech, she's almost desperately trying not to take sides, because she's the most aware of all the characters. She's undergone the most development and because of it is able to understand perspectives to a point where taking one is just something that's too difficult for her. After escaping the grasp of the Hunt, she's dedicated herself to atonement. Daisy has done terrible, inexcusable things in the past in order to feed the hunt. And since escaping it has done every single thing in her power to make up for it, no matter how hard. But the thing is. She's just as affected as all of them. And that's what makes her actions in this scene so interesting to look at. Because she can. not. blame Jon. She was Jon not too long ago she sees herself in him to a point where its painful. Because she too was caught in a place where she had to do things she knew were wrong simply to satisfy the desire of the hunt. She knows just how hard it is she knows the agony that Jon’s having to go through so she can't stand to see Basira and Melanie acting like he has full control. And yet at the same time, she can't bring herself to go against Basira. Because just as much as she knows where Jon is, she was on the police force with Basira. And cant help but see the justice side of the argument. She can't help but see how her circumstances differ from Ions in a way that Basira points out. So as much as she can see herself in where Jon is, she's incapable of not also being able to understand the points being made by the rest and where they are coming from due to how she knows that the logic for herself cant be applied to Jon. Since Jon knows what he's doing and she didn't. Since Jon hasn't been able to resist but she has. And a part about that fact is that it's Basira making it. She also still has a loyalty to Basira that makes it. Very, very difficult to fully go against her. So she becomes caught in a place where taking full, distinct sides, becomes a difficult endeavor. In the interaction, she's never the one making the points against Jon, but she's also not the one ever advocating for him. She makes a single comment about how Jons situation was similar to hers to try and reason was Basira slightly, but shut up about it after a few vague comments once she saw how driven Basira was in her convictions. BASIRA - You’re a danger, John. A monster. You’re hurting innocent people. ARCHIVIST - So did Daisy. BASIRA - Shut up. It’s not the same thing at all. DAISY - Basira. He has a point. BASIRA - You didn’t know what you were doing. [DAISY MAKES A PAINED SOUND, AS IF TO CONTRADICT HER, BUT STOPS.]. In this interaction especially, you can see just how tied she is between her understanding of both sides. She knows what Jons going through, but she also knows the differences in their circumstances, and it's not something she has solid ground to argue for. Now, bringing the regression topic in, I'll talk about how playing into this coping regresses her development as a character. Daisys current arc, and the one she's been having, is about fighting against her own monster hood. It's about resisting herself. About recognizing what she's done and atonement for it. It's about trying rather than succeeding. It's about fighting against your nature for what you know is right. So when upon seeing someone whos in as pained and monstrous a condition as she was, she cant bring-

herself to fight for them due to inconsistencies with what she believes, she regresses back to the person she was. The one who let their own morals get in the way of what was right. The one who allowed people to get hurt simply because it was "for the greater good." The way that regression is highlighted for her in this scene is how a blinding sense of morals and justice becomes too bright for her to act on the right thing. Even when staring at a pitiful version of the person she used to be. Character regression here works in the way where when tasked with empathy and understanding, she instead prioritized her own personal way of seeing things.

Second, and much more simple of a spectacle to observe: Ms Melanie King. Melanie is a lot simpler to talk about, and mostly since her motives and ways of thinking are very direct and straightforward. Melanie is a character plagued by anger. She drew an unlucky hand in life, and the only way she was able to rise up to become a person she could be proud of was through fighting her way there tooth and nail, scratching and kicking and biting. So when everything comes crashing down on her. When everything she fought with her life for is suddenly destroyed, she can not blame herself. Because if she admits to herself that it was simply fate's fault that her career collapsed and that it was her fault that she joined the institute in the first place, then it means that everything will have been for nothing. And that her absolute rock bottom in life was all and only because of her. That. is NOT something she can face. And the rage that was once used to build her up in life, is redirected towards the ones who she sees fit to blame. First it was Elias. He hired her, he's the one commanding under the name of the eye, he's the one whose fault it is, and he's the one who she's going to take her rage out on. And so she did. And then Elias was gone. And her rage was taken over by the slaughter. In the time Jon was in a coma her anger festered, it grew, it empowered her and became more a part of her than ever. So once Jon was back, she had an outlet again. And boy did it make it ever so easy for her, though all through good intentioned. Jons surprise little surgery to help release her from the slaughter, the fact that it was her statement she made to him that got her involved with the institute at first, the fact that he's becoming less and less human. So many things about what Jon was doing and had done made it horrifyingly easy for her to place her rage on him. And so, all her anger was redirected towards the archivist that ruined her life. I think at this point it's also worth mentioning Melanie's pride and how it plays into her as a character. She's undergone a l o t of character change. But aside from her frustration the one thing that's stayed stagnant about her as a person is her pride. She took great pride in where she managed to get herself in life back when Ghost Hunt UK was up and her life was at its peak. It was her pride and joy and it's what boosted her ego so high because it's something she did for herself with her own bare hands. So when that collapsed, one of the massive reasons that she needed to blame someone so bad was due to the fact that if she admitted that it was her fault, then all that pride would have collapsed with the rest of her life. Navigating blame away from herself and avoiding acceptance is her way of preserving her ego, which is the only thing she really has left after all she's undergone. And due to this ego, it's also what makes her the most stubborn and fierce during this scene. And so, so willing to go against Jon at any and all costs. But tracing back to this pride of hers, I think it's an aspect that's actually quite a lot during the intervention. The moment Jon refers to her as being a character in an explanation of his she immediately assumes he's trying to blame her for it all. [ ARCHIVIST - The second was… it was after I got stabbed by Melanie. MELANIE - You are not putting this on me ]. She does this again, but this time when Jons agrees with her, this being a blow to her ego that someone like him could even think to agree with an idea of hers. [ ARCHIVIST - She does have a point. MELANIE - I did NOT ask you.] So now that motives and reasoning are out of the way, it's time to explain how regression is doing its work on Melanie here. Melanie's key point in her development as a character is. actually almost hilariously obvious to a point where she's actually seen as reasonable for a split second of her life. She got therapy.

An honestly hilariously smart solution to the arising problems but. It was impressive for Melanie. Because her getting help after never once leaning on anyone around her was a massive step for her. It was a release of her pride, a recognition of her needing help from someone, of realizing she wasn't ok, and going out and getting it. Which god is more than can be said for most characters but essentially what therapy meant for her character development, was that she was finally taking a step to acknowledge her irrational anger and work to fix it. What happened in this scene for her, was a messy entanglement with the automatic unleashing of anger that she's always been so accustomed to, and the fact that she just took a massive step to stop that habit of hers. Regression is present here in the way that here, it's that automatic unleashment that ends up dominating, and becomes what overtakes her in this scene. The person she's been trying too hard to become fades away, and she moves back into the bitter, angry, spiteful person she was at the beginning of season four, still infected with the slaughter.

Basira is. undoubtedly the most complicated one. Daisys motives are the most contradicting, but Basira is the most dominant figure in what's happening, making her actions the most intense, and controversial. Basira is. complicated. She's extremely justice oriented and will do just about anything if it's for the wellbeing of the innocent and good of the world. She doesn't have the same "maul and kill the bad protect the good '' philosophy as Daisy, and is much less violent, but nonetheless lets her judgment of if people are good or not define her actions. And this goes for just about everything she has an opinion on, even changing what she thinks drastically if someone's morals shift. The only exception to this rule is Daisy, who seems to always have some affection towards whether what she's doing is good or not. The only time she's ever intervened with Daisy's immoral behavior is when she was going to kill Jon, who was someone Basira saw as moral. This type of mindset of hers got to the point where she completely turned on the police force the moment she recognized it as corrupt without even a second thought or dilemna about what she had sacrificed years upon years of work for. Unlike Daisy, who's developed to be able to see in shades of gray, Basira is still stuck at a point of black and white thinking. Deeming people as either "good" or a "monster." However over time, what went from just a mindset, became an utter and absolute crutch for her. She kept having to save herself from more and more situations. Rayners incident where she had to save herself from the chaos of the situation to when she had to rely entirely on her own head and wits to survive the unknowing, Basira slowly yet surely gets to a point where she can only trust to rely on herself, and her logic. After being through hell and back in Section 31 and then the institute she longs for stability, and gets this by having a rock solid state of mind that develops into the one and only thing she can depend on This gets especially reinforced in season four, when she's forced to take a leadership position. After the unknowing, her one, true last anchor besides herself disappears. Daisy was the one thing she could always count on, the one thing that was always there as an undeniable constant no matter what. But after Daisy was gone, she was left truly alone. So with Jon gone, Elias in prisoned, Martin out on his own agenda, and everyone else besides Melanie dead, she's forced to take leadership of the operation that is the archives. This in itself makes her extremely self sufficient. Becoming more and more self reliant and she increasingly loses anchors. This is likely around the time that she started really looking up to Gertrude, someone who all by herself did an unbelievable amount of justice for the world no matter what it took, or who had to be sacrificed to do it. Gertrudes self sufficiency, her effort, her efficiency, her image, everything Gertrude was, Basira strived to be. She's entirely independent, researching her own things and going all around the country without telling anyone about what she's doing. Leading all the operations such as the stopping of the dark ritual and now, going to investigate hilltop roads. She's undeniably retreated into herself, and no longer is used to being anything but autonomous. Because relying on herself for everything is how she copes. She turns herself into a pillar of stability which she must never leave, terrified that she would otherwise collapse. However despite seeming logical, she also greatly uses Jon as just as much of a scapegoat as Melanie, albeit more subconsciously. The problem that arises with Basira a bit more, is bias. Bias towards what's helpful to her personally, bias towards stability, and a strong bias against things that both destable her, and don't fit her view of justice.

I'm going to have to try and word this simply because Basira is a little complicated, but essentially, her black and white view of the world mixes with her biases very badly. Being either extremely tolerant, or extremely intolerant. Due to her self sufficient development, she has automatic favor towards anyones who's useful to her. Aka: Melanie. During the flesh attack, Melanie saved her life. Melanie got Helen as an ally. Melanie helped her research and upkeep of the archives when nobody else was around. And otherwise, has stayed out of her way. Due to Melanie having been useful to her, she sees Melanie as a person on her "good" list. And is willing to excuse Melanie's emotional outbursts, and justifies them. She also has automatic favor towards people who provide her stability: Daisy. Daisy has had her back for likely at least a decade. She's always worked together with her, always helped her, always provided a sense of stability for her to rely on, and was a powerful unstoppable force that Basira found comfort in depending on. Daisy was also someone Basira became extremely trauma bound with, enforcing the fact that Daisy would constantly be relied upon. Because of this, Basira looked past her immoral behavior on the police force. Daisy also earned a spot on her "good" list. However, Jon has ever provided for her in a way where she can have this favor towards him, and if anything goes against the exact things that she values Melanie and Daisy for. Unlike Melanie, Jon has never helped her or been of use to her. He's never saved her, never gotten her in the nick of time, never assisted her in something great, and overall has really never been a person that has been of good use to her. Unlike Basira, he's extremely unreliable. He's messy, jumps into action without thinking, he's self sacrificial in the stupid way, always gets himself into danger, is sloppy with plans, puts himself and others in danger, and is the last person you can rely on as a sturdy boulder. So not only does Jon not possess the qualities she tends to favor people over, but similarly to Melanie she associates him with being put in danger due to him being unhelpful at some of the most dangerous places shes ever found herself in, including the unknowing, the stopping of the "dark ritual". And most other scenarios where she's been put in danger, and needs someone to assist her. That being said, this means that she's not willing to look past anything he does due to lacking in the favor that people like Melanie and Daisy have. This especially works in the opposite of Jons favor when the things that he happens to be making mistakes on, is exactly what Basira values. Justice of the innocent. So when you combine ALL these factors.

Combine her need to be bold, black and white, stubborn and unmoving at all costs [ BASIRA - How many. ARCHIVIST - Basira…BASIRA - How. many. ] [ BASIRA Enough. ]. [ BASIRA -Then we go. Now. Unless, anyone has any objections. ]

With her newfound need to be independent, autonomous, self sufficient, self reliant at all costs [ BASIRA - No. if he is being controlled, we need to know. And we need to know now. Tell me where she is. ] [ BASIRA - Fine, I’ll go, then. I’ll do some recon on my own, and update you. ]

And finally, her biases towards those she favors mixing with her strong sense of justice [ BASIRA - Why do you think? Because he was ashamed. ] [ BASIRA - You’re a danger, John. A monster. You’re hurting innocent people. ARCHIVIST - So did Daisy. BASIRA - SHUT UP. It’s not the same thing at all. DAISY - Basira. He has a point. You didn’t know what you were doing. BASIRA -And since you did, you’ve spent every waking hour resisting. He knows exactly what he’s doing. ] [BASIRA- You don’t get a vote. ]

Now that I've discussed the individual characters and their stances and motives, I want to give my personal review of this scene and it's mostly just. My goodness. Jonathan Sims is scarily good at writing characters. I feel like a lot of writers often don’t go into the messy details of what trauma does to you as a person. A lot of the time characters will go into scarring events and come out only slightly affected. But what's really done so, so well, is the realism put into the coping styles and reactions of each character. They don't react to their trauma in pretty, romanticized ways. Melanie especially depicts this. She has rage outbursts that have ruined her almost all her relationships, she becomes violent out of fear, she reacts irrationally due to defense mechanisms, shes messy and shes vengeful and shes angry and the ways in which she acts in order to protect herself whether its stabbing Jon and other violent outbursts, or a general inability to communicate without thinking the other person has bold intentions to hurt her. She screams at Jon, blames him for all her problems despite him being responsible for dead zero of them, and turns fearful and livid at the sight of him. She's traumatized and it's not depicted in a way that's supposed to get the point across while still preserving love for the character. They aren't afraid to make characters genuinely unlikeable for the sake of realism and it's represented s o well. And she isn't the only character who does this when faced with trauma. Tim becomes bitter towards everyone around him and vents his rage on anyone who comes too close. Martin becomes hateful, spiteful, and self isolating. Basira takes complete domination in order to be in control of situations, and becomes accusatory, cold, selfish, unfair. I could go on and on but there isn't a single characters whose reactions art brutally honest to what anyone would say or do. they are unpleasant and messy and excruciating but they're human, they are unapologetically human. heres a perspective that wasn't so easy to see coming, but it actually fairly crucial to this entire scene and what exactly it means. Martin. Martin was the one took the tape of the bystanders interaction with jon, and left it out for the others to see. A silent instruction to intervene. Which. Dear god shows a lot about who he is as a character and just why the lonely is benefitting so much from him. Martin cares about Jon. It's undeniable. Daisy and Basira and Jon and Martin have always worked quite well as foils because as Daisy is Basira source of stability despite Daisy being rather uninvolved, Jon is Martins source of stability, despite Martin purposefully not involving himself. We already know that one of the main reasons Martin is working with Lukas in the first place, was a promise that doing what he's doing is protecting Jon. Everything from his self isolation to his purposeful self sabotage with his peers to every ounce of work he's doing..is really just all for Jon and the promise of his safety. However, despite his care he refuses to get involved. He digs himself in such a deep self sabotage hole that he refuses to even try and do what Jon really needs from him due to being so deep into what he's doing that he can't really turn back. He's so incredibly focused in on his own agenda, that he ends up endangering what he says he values. He's so uninvolved with the happening of things that he sent a tape containing an example of jon acting “evilly”, to the exact people that push him to do so and without considering the danger that may put him in with his coworkers.Martins perspective on this isn't really something you can tell? So it's hard to guess if i did that knowing what would happen and thinking that would be for the best, or did it thinking things would end differently, not realizing what he was doing. is really just all for Jon and the promise of his safety. However, despite his care he refuses to get involved.

He digs himself in such a deep self sabotage hole that he refuses to even try and do what Jon really needs from him due to being so deep into what he's doing that he can't really turn back. He's so incredibly focused in on his own agenda, that he ends up endangering what he says he values. He's so uninvolved with the happening of things that he sent a tape containing an example of Jon acting “evilly”, to the exact people that push him to do so and without considering the danger that may put him in with his coworkers. Martin's perspective on this isn't really something you can tell? So it's hard to guess if i did that knowing what would happen and thinking that would be for the best, or did it thinking things would end differently, not realizing what he was doing. Either way, it's very interesting to see just how dedicated Martin is to Peter Lukas’s plans to a point where even the main motivation to what he's doing in the first place becomes something he avoids at every single cost he can, even when attempting to better things. Of course there's a lot about Martin I could talk about, but it wouldn't be relevant to this episode. Instead it's just interesting to focus on the action Martin takes, the inaction he takes, and just why he does these things.

Martins. certainly an interesting one right now. I keep trying to decipher his motives by leaving the tape out but it's honestly near impossible to fully know what he was counting on happening or not.

Now when you think about this scene in the context of psychologist "Leon Festinger's" cognitive dissonance, it gets even more interesting. For starting context, cognitive dissonance is when ones belief differs from physical evidence at hand. You may have heard of musical dissonance, when two notes in different keys are played in a rather jarring timeframe, made to make the listeners uncomfortable or shudder. Cognitive Dissonance is just this. When someone's belief doesn't line up with the evidence at hand, it creates a jarring discomfort quite similar. An example used by Festinger (1957) may assist in elucidating the theory. A habitual smoker who learns that smoking is bad for health will experience dissonance because the knowledge that smoking is bad for health is dissonant with the cognition that he continues to smoke. He can reduce the dissonance by changing his behavior, that is, he could stop smoking, which would be consonant with the cognition that smoking is bad for health. Alternatively, the smoker could reduce dissonance by changing his cognition about the effect of smoking on health and believe that smoking does not have a harmful effect on health (eliminating the dissonant cognition). He might look for positive effects of smoking and believe that smoking reduces tension and keeps him from gaining weight (adding consonant cognitions). Or he might believe that the risk to health from smoking is negligible compared with the danger of automobile accidents (reducing the importance of the dissonant cognition). In addition, he might consider the enjoyment he gets from smoking to be a very important part of his life (increasing the importance of consonant cognitions). Cognitive dissonance is seen here, particularly in Basira, very starkly. Basira and Melanie believe Jon is a monster. An inhuman thing that's instinct is to only harm others. She views him as this broken twisted thing that needs to be handled and managed so he doesn't destroy the people around him. However, at the same time she's still wholly devoted to Daisy. She holds no blame towards her, and excuses her every action due to her repressed feelings for her and the loyalty she feels towards her, despite Daisy having done far, far worse than Jon. but despite the hypocrisy, they make her feel safe. They give her stability. Because this way, she has a clear opposing force (Jon), and a clear allied force (Daisy and Melanie) and having that gives her the groundedness she longs for. However, cognitive dissonance comes into play. very quickly with this. For example: the evidence of Jon trying to be better. The fact that Jon does everything in his power to help others, the fact that Jon continuously resists using his power if he can't help it, the fact that Jon has a kind heart, the fact that Jon has worked tirelessly for others, the fact that Jons intentions are never once bad.

Basira sees this. Basira sees every. Little bit of this. But she denies. She feels that uncomfortable dissonance between what she believes about Jon and about what's in front of her eyes. So in order to close this gap between belief and evidence, she makes excuses. She convinces herself that Jon is barely trying and that things would be fully better if he actually cared, she convinces herself that Jon is against her and is being manipulative, she convinces herself that he's deliberately doing what he is. All these beliefs that convinces herself of help close that uncomfortable gap between her belief and logic, making that dissonance go away. As Lauren Slater said in her book on Leons Psychology "Opening Skinner's Box": “dissonance is really not about looking at how people change. The theory just didn’t concern itself with that.” Which describes her feelings towards Jon, really quite well. Its doubt of progress. Doubt of character. Doubt of the human ability to change and grow and live. Someone else along with this happens with her relationship with Daisy.

Now for this part if we are to take a look at some more excerpts from Lauren Slater's "Opening Skinner's box:” "Did Festinger ever consider how our justifications are to save not only ourselves, but others too? Did he ever consider how lies and love are intertwined?” This part relates. Incredibly directly to Daisy. Basiras Justification of Daisy's past actions, every single time she says "It's not the same" when talked about Jon and Daisys inhumanness, it's out of pure love. She doesn't want to admit to herself that Daisy may be as in the wrong as she is, but she also doesn't want to admit it to Daisy. She cares about Daisy deeply and doesn't want her to have to face that pain of truly seeing what she's done. She lies to herself out of protection of Daisy, and out of preserving her morals. Because Basira wants to be a good person. She needs to be a good person she needs to stand for the name of justice as a totem, as a symbol. She can't do that if she stood by someone and let them murder countless people, and excuse it, and love that person deeply, and continue to. So she lies to herself. She tries to close the gap in dissonance by justifying Daisy's actions, because god she just needs to. Now, for how Melanie comes into this. It goes without saying that Melanie pretty much also can be directly applied to all of Basiras cognitive dissonance, except for some details. She experiences the same cognitive dissonance as Basira just in an angrier way, with different motives. And it's exactly this that makes the dissonance with Basira and Melanie worse.

“We spend our lives paying attention only to information that is consonant with our beliefs, we surround ourselves with people who will support our beliefs, and we ignore contradictory information that might cause us to question what we have built.” "Soothing can come only if more and more people sign onto the spaceship, so to speak, because if we are all flying this thing together, then surely we must be right.” Companionship. Because if someone believes the same thing as you you cant be crazy. If someone sees what you see then it affirms you, makes you feel like you must be right since you aren't the only one who thinks this. That's what happens with Basira and Melanie. They both experience with dissonance, and find companionship in it. They think. "Oh, well I'm not alone in this belief, so I doubt it's wrong." Their beliefs are affirmed, and they strengthen due to this. There's no room to doubt yourself when everyones telling you youre right. Another variable when it comes to companionship, is just how much both of them long for it. Melanie and Basira are in such lonesome, excruciating places in their lives. meaning that the companionship that comes with this common dissonance is strengthened simply by the fact that they both long for allies and for support. “The psychological opposition of irreconcilable ideas (cognitions) held simultaneously by one individual, created a motivating force that would lead, under proper conditions, to the adjustment of one’s belief to fit one’s behavior—instead of changing one’s behavior to fit one’s belief (the sequence conventionally assumed).”

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gurlbesimpin · 8 months

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In the beast's Den

{K. Heisenberg x GN! reader}

Chapter two: trusting the beast

Your cold shaking hands grip the cold, steel sides of the chair; desperately trying to ground yourself as well as proving that this indeed is reality.

In that moment the man who introduced himself as Heisenberg, curses under his breath at his cigar accidentally extinguishing.

The agitated lord flicks his wrist, a zippo-lighter levitating from his pocket and towards his cigar. Your eyes are glued on this; mouth agape and in awe as the lighter floats in the air directly at the tip of his cigar.

“Kid- eyes up ‘ere”

He snaps his fingers at you, motioning for you to look up at his face whilst he speaks.

When his cigar is lit; the lighter makes itself back into his pocket seemingly with magic.

“Now- I wouldn’t bother giving you this offer if i didn’t see… potential”

He grumbles out as he takes a long drag from his cigar; blowing smoke out in your direction. The feeling of his hazel eyes staring directly at you is overwhelming, especially when his eyes are covered by small round sunglasses.

“Potential…?”

Heisenberg nods; crossing his arms as he leans against the wall behind him; eyes still piercing your soul in an almost predatory look.

“Exactly… y’got a good head on your shoulders- something rare in this damned village”

Gulping, you keep listening to the older man’s words as he takes slow and heavy steps towards your sitting form-

“I could use someone like you, someone quick, someone not from this shithole-”

“Shithole?”

Your question was rhetorical, honestly it was obvious why he considers it a shithole.

Within a flash; his large gloved hand rests under your chin, lifting it to meet his gaze.

“Someone with a smart mouth… join me, and survive this place- you’d be under my protection. No lycans, villagers or super-sized-vampire-bitches could threaten you”

It’s difficult to trust this lord, to trust anyone here; though, do you have any other options? The possibility of death if you dared taking a step outside, was way too high for comfort; thus, your decision would be simple, if not for that feeling.

“How can I trust you?”

He grins like a cheshire cat; his sharp canines bright in the dim light as he takes steps towards his wooden desk. His hand reaches up for the large rag and in one swift motion, is removed; exposing the pictures and notes you saw mere minutes ago.

“How could you trust me hm?”

His gaze briefly lingers on the board before landing back on you; cigar still hanging from his lips as one of the many knives on his desk floats in the air, the tip pointing at one of the many pictures.

“A super-sized vampire bitch!”

The knife now sticks in the picture of the pale lady with deep red lipstick; the knife after a second retracting and levitating once again.

“Ugly-ass knockoff jigsaw puppet and owner!”

The knife flies towards the picture of the woman in a black veil; a pale doll in hand.

“A disgusting moronic fish freak!”

The knife flies at the picture of this thing you looked so confused at earlier.

“A narcissistic, psychopathic, crazy bitch!”

With inhuman force, the knife shoves itself into the board at the largest picture; the woman with a golden mask, a golden halo behind her head, the supposed leader of these beings.

“The narcissistic crazy bitch- who is that?”

You ask, hands nervously fidgeting as the lord sighs deeply.

“That bitch, is Mother Miranda- the one responsible for all this. The cunt who turned all of us into monsters! I didn’t choose this life, I want nothing more to be free of that bitch! Unlike my siblings- those freaks remain loyal to that witch…”

The raw emotion in his voice was unexpected. He seems tired, angry and even-

Sorrowful?

“Siblings?”

“She refers to us as her children… a fucking joke- I’m nothing like those other midless sheep! All I desire is freedom! Freedom from that witch! In exchange for your loyalty and assistance; you’ll have my protection from the dangers of this place, you’d survive all this”

Heisenberg seems eager to convince you to join him; to join his ‘mission’ in freedom…

As much as you were afraid, you also didn’t want to be subjected to those other ‘children’ he speaks of. Especially not without protection from someone stronger, knowledgeable.

Thoughts raced, unsure of exactly what to chose; you fear to trust him, yet he somehow seemed genuine.

His shoulders drop as he takes swift steps closer, resting one of his large hands on your shoulder; his hazel eyes certainly staring at you through those sunglasses.

The hand resting on your shoulder, slowly makes it’s way back under your chin, lifting your chin to look up and meet his gaze.

Whatever weird form of manipulation or seduction he was applying at this very moment; it worked like a charm. Your shoulders relaxed as you nod, actually trusting the beast.

His cocky smirk returns as he pulls away; tossing his cigar to the ground and stomping on it.

“Right choice kid- follow me”

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It takes me everthing i have to make stuff for someone that is not Omen, it feels like cheating fr. Viper drabble this once, this woman deserve attention.

cc: smut, male reader, before the Valorant protocol. 4651 words (not letters) long ficc.

ANOTHER TYPE OF TOXINE

You were taking a nap on your desk, as a mercenary and current infiltrate, you had too much work to do and too many hours to stay awake, for this reason fatigue became part of your daily life, you felt like the protagonist of "Fight Club", you wanted to sleep and you longed for it, but every Once you were alone you could only think about how difficult the current work environment was and how you would like at least a week of rest.

You can't sleep, it's been like this for almost four months, the only thing you could do was your work and then think about more work. Thanks to your own dedication to your career, you left in your youth those social experiences and even love affairs that ended only in blocked numbers, pain foreign to years where a damn meteorite had not yet fallen on the face of the earth.

Although you did not lose focus on your work, the lack of rest and social life only affected you more than you knew, every time someone wanted to have something with you they were automatically rejected, whether it was a co-worker or even a pretty girl in a bar ready to be taken to a public bathroom, it was embarrassing how alone you felt, even more It feel like you are responsible for that loneliness

22:45 pm

Yyou were sleeping on the laboratory desk, your appearance was messy, your hair was bouncy and the bags under your eyes were very noticeable, your eyelids were drooping and your nose was slightly red, your eyes were tired, and your robe was on the floor while the nap became almost only escape from what, unfortunately, was your daily life.

You felt a hand hit the back of your head, making you jump in shock and shake your head to wake up. - "Mmnh?.." you complained with a hoarse voice with half-closed eyes, you looked back at one of your co-workers, wearing the ugly yellow suit, as if he were a beekeeper, the identification tag showing you your greatest displeasure, Jhon. "You faggot.." You laughed softly as you got up from the seat and took the robe that Jhon handed to you. "We already talked about sleeping here… how about you talk while you're sleeping?" He complained, his voice deep and intimidating, more than fear, made you laugh.

"At least I don't look like a character from Monster-inc" you said with a mocking smile and then laughed harder when he gently hit your stomach. "Sabine is looking for you…" his voice was tense, Sabine was the target of the mission, the reason why you and "Jhon" (it wasn't his real name, but here, no one knew anyone's name) should investigate and then execute. Over time, they both had to slowly figure out who she was and her past, his history and abilities, everything was necessary to find out his past and therefore Kingdom's objective.

"What does she want?." You sighed after asking, fixing your hair and putting on your robe. Instead of saying something to you, he just raised his shoulders slightly and turned around, walking towards the exit of one of the main laboratories.

22:50 pm

You murmured a cordial greeting as you entered the laboratory, the doors opening to the sides automatically as you sighed quickly, trying to go unnoticed on your nerves. "Doctor.." you said in almost a whisper when the woman's eyes landed on you, with an arched eyebrow and those piercing green eyes looking at you with… disgust? "Something happened?" you asked as you stood your ground, not wanting to appear weak, much less to someone you considered a scourge.

"The documents, you are in charge of verifying them and stamping them confidentially and for the press, however, there was a leak, tell me, why does the press know the side effects of Radianite in pregnant women?" Yes, Kingdom has been experimenting with people, with children, babies, even pregnant women, so why feel sorry for someone capable of all these atrocious things? - "I'm only in charge of stamping the address of these reports, but, I'm the one who sends them, that's someone else's job, besides… I guess this isn't because you called me, this has already been discussed with human resources."

She laughed softly as she walked towards you and you towards her. While it was wrong to manipulate someone and use her for your own benefit, the fact that she was capable of destroying others just for her career made any empathy you might have for her disappear, from your point of view, it was bad person, and she deserved to suffer, right?

You laughed as her lips caressed the side of your neck, the edge of her fingers touching the skin beneath your shirt, her hip and torso against yours as your hands found their way to her scalp, gently grabbing her hair and pulling it so he her head will tilt up so you can kiss her properly. The instant your hands touched her waist, her arms surrounded your neck, making you lean closer towards her and her kiss deepened. She leaned her body back, making you walk until she collided with the desk, grabbing her thighs tightly you lifted her up and made her sit on top of that cold steel table, her eyes softly closed as her hands caressed your hair and her other hand ran over your back.

She stopped kissing you and smiled with her eyes still closed, a satisfied smile on her that caused you repulsion, her legs pulled you towards her, hugging your hips while her hands grabbed the sides of your face and forced you to look at her, a face of her that you thought nonexistent, her playful smile and her intimidating green eyes now soft. "Where were you yesterday?" she asked while her nose was against yours, you smiled and quickly kissed her lips, laughing softly. "You see, this guy is an individual one and yesterday he had some errands to attend to" you whispered while She brushed her lips against yours, "Oh yeah?" She asked very quietly, her eyes playing with your patience, you laughed at her cheerful voice and kissed her gently, stroking her hair.

"We're leaving, now," you said as you gave her one last kiss on her cheek, easily grabbing her by the waist and giving her a slight spin in the air like a Disney princess, then leaving her standing while she adjusted her hair and lipstick, looking at herself in the hand mirror that who knows where she got it from, putting on a soft but shiny gloss, to tease her, you gave her another kiss, now you having shiny and a little more voluptuous lips.- "Do I look pretty?" you asked as you looked at her as she put more gloss on your lips, "Gorgeous." She whispered and then gave you another kiss, then turned around and walked as if swimming out of the laboratory.

This was almost a routine for both of them, you would wait seven minutes and then go after her, you would get in her car and they would change seats so you would be the one driving, you would go to her apartment where they would talk and if she was willing, they would spend the night together. For you that was not important, the important thing was what happened after having sex, she would be tired and satisfied, willing to talk about anything, indirectly, she would end up talking about work therefore giving you the information you needed to be able to calculate the costs. movements and transfers of Radianite in Kingdom, knowing if they would use it on people or on more technology.

You opened the passenger door and closed it when she was already comfortable in the seat, you got into the car and started the engine, you saw how she leaned towards your seat and grabbed the seat belt at your side, "baby, what are you doing?" you asked as you moved the gear lever to the right direction, "You have to wear your seatbelt.." she scolded you as she put your seatbelt on, you laughed softly and started driving, not caring if she was still not sitting properly, leaning forward your side. You didn't drive abruptly, you drove slowly and smoothly, respecting the space between vehicles, the trip was long, forty-five minutes without counting the traffic, on the way, Sabine didn't speak, in fact, she was in total silence, so you decided to grab her hand and look at her in the rearview mirror, -"Why are you so quiet..?" You asked softly, squeezing her cold hand, she just shook her head as she gave you a slightly forced smile.

"I'm always quiet.." she excused herself as both hands covered yours, caressing it with her thumb.- "Not with me." You responded as you left her hands in her lap so you could divert the path, parking on a corner of the road with almost no travelers, just trees, darkness and stars. Once the car was parked, you turned to her, taking off your seat belt and grabbing her hands, looking at her seriously, her eyes instantly became teasing, she jumped towards you, now sitting on your lap with her legs at your sides while she hugged you with all her forces. You didn't want to speak, because even if you wanted to comfort her you couldn't, there would be no sincerity, so you just made your hands run up and down her back, your lips caressing her cheek, kissing the soft blush on her cheeks.

Her body instantly pressed against yours, her face searching for affection, those kisses , although they were a nuisance for you, for her they were the reason why not to abandon everything. Your nose caressed her cheek, then, you placed kisses on her cheek, as the seconds passed, and for five more minutes, the car was off and in the dark, one of your hands running over his waist while the other pressed her hip, resisting the heat of wanting to touch her more

Did you hate her as a person? Yes, did you love every inch of skin that unfortunately she and only she had? Yes, unfortunate.

She didn't laugh, instead, she moved her body backwards, watching as her hips ground against your pelvis, laughing almost sadistically. You laughed and your hands squeezed her hips, keeping her in her place, where she belonged. You leaned in front of her and her arms surrounded your shoulders, kissing you softly and deeply, one of your hands stayed on her hip while the other moved to grab a considerable piece of her rear.

She didn't even think about at least taking off your clothes, no, this woman was a kind of leech, both of your time and energy, she was completely insatiable, you could be on the verge of fainting but then you would have her caressing you, asking for more.

Your hands desperately went up her shirt, kissing her abdomen, she laughed and leaned back, her back against the steering wheel while your hands made her back arch so that her breasts looked higher, while your lips ran down the center of her cleavage, your fingers shamelessly skillfully unbuttoned her bra, then, she herself took it off completely showing her breasts, the mole below her right breast and her erect nipples, without hesitation, you lansated and pressed your hands on her hips, sucking her chest while you closed your eyes in satisfaction as you heard her sigh your name in an inaudible moan.

Your other hand held her thighs, her fingers squeezing strongly and eagerly, her thumb seeking to get as close as possible to her intimacy, feeling the heat radiating from this area. You gently bit her nipple, removing her hand from her back and cupping her other breast with it, playing with her nipples so you could give them both attention. Your fingers pinched the soft, tender flesh of her, hardened but soft and tender to the touch, goosebumps as she sighed and raised her hips so that your thumb brushed against her cunt dressed in her.

You moved your face away from her chest, leaving the nipple erect and full of drool, she was panting with her face flushed and some of her hair stuck to her forehead thanks to her sweat. You kissed her neck with love, or what was supposed to be lust, your tongue and lips teased that white skin, now with open pores and trembling. You bit her shoulder, right where a beautiful little mole was located, your hands moving up her tight pencil-shaped skirt, raising it until you could see her black underwear, and to your delight, lace, you caressed her inner thigh while you kissed her collarbone, hand on her chest now removing her hair from her shoulders, leaving you more room to enjoy.

Her hands sank into your hair, pulling it towards her body, you could smell the perfume, driving your senses crazy and causing you to take big breaths through your nose, taking the aroma to your brain to drive your skin crazy. Your kisses moved up the side of her neck, caressing her jaw with her nose. Her hand on her thigh moved to her hip to make her jump gently, accommodating her above you and allowing you pleasure by feeling how her crotch rubbed against your already noticeable erection. Your already hard cock ached thanks to the lack of stimulation from it, but it didn't matter, she was there, panting and trembling, moving her hips forward to the front just for the slightest touch, it was more than enough.

At the contact she moaned softly, your fingers mockingly and almost maliciously running along the inside of her thigh, rubbing the desired area like a ghost or professional torturer, the outside of your fingers remaining slightly moist thanks to her anticipation. Without further hesitation, she pulled your hair to move your head up, kissing you with desire and desperation, quickly, her other hand went as quickly as possible to your pants, completely unbuttoning the button and lowering the zipper, you stood up a little to lower the pants just enough, when you sat down again she was no longer against the steering wheel, but against you, her chest against yours while she continued kissing you, neither of them opened their eyes.

Her fingers moved to where your erection was, lowering the edge of the fabric with need, her hands grabbed your cock gently, feeling the heat coming from it, her fingers gently caressed the beginning and then went to the tip, Making you moan softly, her fingers caressed the tip, spreading the precum wherever she could, stimulating you while she continued kissing you needily. From time to time in her kiss they moved away from her, but they quickly grabbed air and returned to the same thing.

your fingers moved to the inside of her thigh, she opened her legs a little to give easier access, one of your fingers moved the fabric of her panties to the side of her, exposing free her pussy. Your fingers moved deeper, passing from her entrance to her clitoris, making her sigh, two of your fingers ran over the area softly and with desire, feeling proud of how wet she was. She moved away from the kiss to breathe, feeling her mind blurred and her body in ecstasy, her legs trembled as she tried to open them even more, now with more access, two of your fingers collected the moisture and spread it once again, rubbing her clit erect, making her moan and move her head back with satisfaction.

Taking advantage of the view of her exposed neck, your lips did not resist and went directly to kiss her windpipe, changing the speed on her clitoris every so often, making her moan weaker, but with more pleasure in the her voice Her hand had already stopped stroking your erection, which only frustrated you more, you bite her shoulder and grabbed her hips with both hands, raising her as you leaned against her seat.

Both sexes were already against each other, there was no better feeling than that, she was anxious, you could easily see it in how she throbbed her pussy while she became increasingly wetter and her hips did not stop moving towards you. Her knees came up against the seat to rise and hover over your tip, threatening to destroy your sanity if she stopped trying to keep the pressure on her knees. You grabbed her hip with one hand and lowered her slightly. Your gaze locked onto her eyes, wanting to see her facial expressions as you filled her insides.

Once hers hips gently hit yours, you let out a sigh, one of your hands caressing one of her thighs while the other held her waist, looking directly into her green eyes. She breathed deeply, her chest moving up and down with each breath. -"That's it.." you kissed her cheek in support as you caressed her thigh, the hand on her waist traveling to her head to caress her hair, "Take your time…" she nodded and looked you in the eyes, without hesitation you leaned forward and kissed her deeply, wanting to take her essence into your soul.

Her chest sank against yours as you both had your eyes gently closed, her hips began to travel up and down, carefully and softly. You let out a deep sigh as you pulled away from her kiss, your hand cupping her cheek to move her face up so you could freely kiss her jaw and the side of her face. With the pace of the kisses, the rhythm was already constant, so Sabine moved her hips in circles, at a still slow pace, at the sudden pleasure, you laughed softly and moaned against her neck. With your hand on her thigh, you grabbed it and spread her legs wider, giving yourself a better view and just like that, two of your fingers played with her folds, making her shake while you felt her excessively wet pussy throbbing around of your cock, making you see the sky.

You laughed as your thumbs began to rub her clit in slow circles. She gave deep soft moans as she continued looking at the side of the window with a smile, which upon noticing, you kissed her cheek and moved your thumb from her face to her lips, making for her to give them a little kiss. -"You like it huh?.." Sabine smiled even wider, arching her back more, -"How can I say no to my lady.." you whispered in her ear, feeling how her hips moved with more grace and elegance, leaving you speechless, only moans every time her pussy touched your pelvis. As the seconds passed, the moans became more frequent and deeper, full of pleasure and deep passion for the other.

Her hips moved even faster, your lips hungrily finding hers to share another even deeper kiss while the touch on her clit became faster, her hands went behind your back, looking for a place to depending on her health, reaching under your shirt and touching your back, sinking her nails into it, you moved away from the kiss to look at her face, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her eyebrows furrowed and her forehead with sweat, her moans high and deep, the sight only making you want to give him more. Her hand on her face went down from her to her waist, grabbing it harshly and not gently, sinking her fingers into her skin, grabbing her and moving her faster against you, her fingers in her Her clitoris slowed down. She gave a deep moan and then opened her eyes, looking at you with need and longing.

The sight of her was too much, her body moving so sensually against you, too much to sit still. "Fucking look at you.." you complained and kissed her roughly, the softness of the beginning is no longer there, she is too tempting not to fall in love… fall in love??????

Her back arched as she continued to let herself go. You love seeing her like this, with her clothes in disarray and her body trembling, making her feel free, in a way that stress couldn't affect her, you loved doing it, so that you could later kiss her and hear her laugh at a bad joke on your part, Yes, you liked it.

You made the movement of her hips slow down, your fingers leaving her clitoris from one second to the next, making the lack of pleasure and the denial of her much-loved orgasm go away. -"Not yet.." you whispered and stopped moving her completely, you adjusted her, making her torso completely stretched, seeing her long torso and her exposed breasts, her head stretched back and her legs open, with you still inside her. she. Your mouth went straight to her tits, biting and sucking on the nipple of her left breast, your favorite thanks to the mole it had.

While you sucked your fingers they returned to her clitoris, slowly and almost without pressure, torturing her. Your free hand went to her butt, giving a hard slap that turned out to be loud, making her sigh, “Move,” you gave her order as your nose nuzzled against her cleavage, glistening in a soft sheen of sweat. Her hips moved gently, moaning from the pent-up pleasure.

With the seconds she moved faster and faster, now your fingers pressing and rubbing her clit in circles as easily as you could, your kisses rose to her jaw, licking her, "Keep going.." you moaned softly. eyes tightly closed. “keep, keep going” you let out another moan. You laughed softly and gave another hard slap on her ass, making her shake her entire body, and seeing her mischievous smile, enjoying the treatment of her.

As her hips moved faster, the fingers on her clit took the most pleasure in her body, now twisting and spreading her legs even further. You moaned even louder, the way her insides felt was perfect, wet, warm, tight…

You slapped again and that same hand quickly grabbed her hair to pull it and make her kiss you, her arms wrapped around your neck. "Deep.." she demanded, so you moved against her, drawing a deep, honest moan straight from her throat, - "Just like that!..Y/n.." her lips trembled and she pressed her chest against yours, your slow fingers on her clit with the purpose of teasing.

"Please.." she asked in a low voice at your teasing, you bit your lip so as not to moan out loud, although you wanted to let her know the pleasure she gives you, you want to listen to her. "Yes doctor?.." you asked with pleasure in her voice, pressing her against you. "God damn you y/n I'm-" before she could finish her hateful sentence your hips slammed into her hard, making her moan loudly, your fingers now rubbing her clit as fast as you could. .

She moaned loudly, her legs shaking as you felt her getting closer. It felt wonderful, your body sweating and your mind feeling blurry, the feeling of being inside her was always perfect, each time better than the last, you moaned loudly and pressed the tip of your nose against her neck. "that's it… come for me" your voice was hoarse and almost unmodulated, you felt drunk, ecstatic.

You moaned loudly and moved even faster, you heard her voice weak and broken, full of pleasure and exhaustion, her insides tightened for a few seconds until the tension vanished. You moved even faster and harder while her legs trembled and her arms tightened against your shoulders. You heard a light scream and you didn't stop, you had to take her to the highest point. You felt her juices burst as her body trembled and shook with each thrust, her legs trembling and moving, squinting and opening them wider in desperation, her insides feeling easier to get in and out of, which only made you feel uncomfortable. I went crazy more.

You kissed her and the moans of both of you fell silent in each other's mouths, your legs trembled as you stopped rubbing her clit, that hand resting and squeezing her thigh, you lifted her up and leaned against the seat, now, she was the one who moved frantically. . Even if she was already done, she loved the pleasure, and she couldn't miss the opportunity to make you cum down from her.

"Keep.." you begged her with her broken voice, a few tears of pleasure in her eyes, your arms wrapped around her and you pressed her against you, moving her desperately. "Please let me cum inside.." you begged for permission as she let out a moan mixed with a laugh. Before you could beg again, you let out a soft cry as she took three last hard leaps onto you, emptying yourself inside her. You pressed her against your chest, feeling the world blurry after such a powerful orgasm.

They both breathed heavily, after a few seconds she took you out of her and lay on your chest, you laughed softly and grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, covering her chest, just as you adjusted her hair and panties. "I have to admit… You're unique" you laughed and sighed again, dazed with pleasure, you put your pp of hers in your boxers and adjusted her clothes, you did the same with her.

She leaned down and kissed your cheek, then, she let herself be overcome and fell silent on your chest, your hands caressed her hair and you kissed her forehead, "Baby… I have to drive home" you continued brushing your lips against her hair, your hands caressing her legs.- "later.." you laughed softly and leaned over to grab a jacket from the back seats and covered her with this, enjoying the way she snuggled against you, she looked so fragile, even if it was wrong, you felt that you loved her, you loved being with her, you weren't pretending anymore. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't cry when you thought she would find out who you really are, a mercenary…

You pushed away the sorrow and just held her even closer, looking towards the foggy window, a living example of the love you knew you shared, you just hoped that even if she found out who you were, she wouldn't leave you, or at least, she wouldn't suffer so much for you. like you already do for her.

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fiendfontainefenix · 7 months

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Porntober Day 1: You are the only exception

Plan for October: Porntober. Maybe daily. Not sure.

3 to 5 random kinks. Random pairing. Random word count between 500 and 3000.

This time: Mind break, nipple play, monster. Sukuna/Megumi. 929 words (over by several. whoops.). Not enough nipple play. Good enough. Like anyway. Always fun to write mind break.

Warning: non-con.

His uniform was torn from his body in shreds, rapidly revealing the pale body underneath. Megumi’s mouth twisted into an enraged snarl. He threw his fists out, pummeling them against the massive body pressing on him and vehemently ignored the pain shrieking up his arms as his hands collided with rock-like flesh. An ugly, cruel laugh spilled from Sukuna’s mouth. A sadistic humor filled those piercing golden eyes, making them almost gleam in the low light. Two large hands seized hold of Megumi’s wrists. The other two continued their assault on his clothing, tearing away the last remnants to leave him completely nude. Scorching heat blazed across the surface of his skin. He unconsciously twisted his hips away, trying to hide his exposed groin. Unable to do much else, Megumi glared up at the giant form hovering over him. What was this bastard planning? Was killing him not satisfying enough? Did he intend to thoroughly humiliate him first before dealing the final blow?

“How beautiful.” Sukuna purred, trailing the tips of his massive fingers down Megumi’s slender chest. “This unspoiled, perfect body…I can’t wait to soil it.” He leaned down, slipping a wide tongue out of his mouth to drag it teasingly across one of Megumi’s nipples. A sharp cry erupted from his throat. An electric current coursed through his body. His cock, previously lying dormant between his thighs, twitched, and hardened in response to the smooth, hot tongue crushing his nipple. The color dyeing his cheeks deepened further, becoming a rich crimson that rivaled the hue of the blood surrounding them.

Sukuna laughed deeply, “So sensitive. Do you like having your nipples played with, Fushiguro Megumi?”

“Shut up! Get off me!” Megumi snarled. It was hard to ignore the reaction his body was having in response to Sukuna’s disgusting touch. Something must be wrong. The bastard must be doing something to him with his cursed energy – that was the only explanation as for how something like that could feel so good. Megumi ground his teeth together. Panic fluttered like a trapped bird against his ribcage. He needed to come up with something to get him out of Sukuna’s grasp. If he could just get free, then he would have a chance, but this bastard was so stupidly strong. Struggling to control the frenzied pace of his breathing, Megumi swept his gaze around the space where he was trapped, desperately trying to find something that could help him.

“Your defiance was cute for a short time, Fushiguro Megumi but now,” Sukuna lips twisted into a demented grin, “it is time you submit to me, my little dove.”

“What’re you-!!”

There was no time given to struggle. Powerful hands slipped underneath his knees, shoving his legs up and open. Sukuna’s thick fingers, dampened with some kind of fluid, pressed to his hole. He showed no gentleness, no care as he roughly pushed two fingers inside, fanning them out to stretch the spasming muscle. Megumi’s vicious cry turned into a startled wail. A tremor shook his legs from toes to thighs. His cock stood straight up from a mess of unruly pubic hair. Pearly precum leaked from the tip. Megumi’s eyes bulged. His hands, now no longer restricted, scratched and clawed at Sukuna’s arms. It didn’t hurt…despite the massive invasion in his lower half, there was no pain but the blaring pleasure coming from those dense fingers violating his insides was far worse than any agony he’d endured.

“Stop! Stop!” Megumi gasped.

Sukuna pushed a third finger inside, drawing a messy cry from Megumi. Tears glided down his darkly flushed cheeks. His hips writhed and thrust, acting with complete independence from what his stuttering mind wanted. A burning pressure pressed hard against the back of his penis. Megumi’s teeth clenched tightly. Terror battered his rapidly speeding heart. No…no, no, no…cum…cumming…Cumming, he was going to cum!

“You’re so very cute, my little dove.” Sukuna cooed tauntingly. He slid his fingers free from Megumi’s hole, bringing them to his mouth to drag his tongue along them. The orgasm that had been steadily building up crashed back down into the pits of his stomach. He didn’t have the energy to even feel relieved but a disappointment that was so bitter, so intense that he could taste it made its appearance immediately known. Hot, rough palms smoothed against the underside of his thighs, pushing his legs up higher. Sukuna’s grin swam above him. His immense body pressed down against him. Something intensely hot and terrifyingly huge bumped against his hole. A violent jolt wracked Megumi’s body.

“No-!” He panted, slamming his trembling hands against Sukuna’s broad shoulders, “No, no, no! No! Not that! Don’t!”

Sukuna smiled even more widely, “You will worship every inch of me, Fushiguro Megumi.”

“No! No, no-UUUUOOUGGHHH!!”

Scorching heat invaded his body. Despite his immense size, his cock slipped in with mocking ease. There was no resistance – only a feverish acceptance that sucked Sukuna in to the hilt. Thick, creamy semen flooded from Megumi’s cock, splattering all over his chest and stomach. His eyes rolled back into his head, leaving only the white visible. All the resistance faded from his muscles, taking with it his racing thoughts, and howling fear. The promising young student, the stalwart Jujutsu sorcerer was gone. Weakly lifting his head, Megumi gazed dizzily at his body – covered in cum and stomach bulging from the massive dick shoved deep inside him – and whined needily. He spread his legs open further, rolling and bucking his hips in an invitation for Sukuna to move, to fuck him.

Sukuna laughed triumphantly, his gaze burning with psychotic delight. Curling his large hands around Megumi’s slender waist, he brutally thrust into his hole. Jerking down, he took one of Megumi’s nipples between his lips and sucked hard on it, flicking the sensitive nub back and forth with his tongue.

“AAANGGH!!” Megumi cried out wetly. His trembling arms wrapped around Sukuna’s wide shoulders, “My-my nipples-! Feels so good-! More-! More-! Suck on them more-!”

Sukuna laughed, “I would not normally take demands from humans but as you are my lovely dove,” he dragged his tongue hard against Megumi’s nipple, enjoying the squealing wail that earned him, “I will make this one and only exception.”

#jujutsu kaisen #sukufushi #ryomen sukuna #megumi fushiguro #porntober

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 2 years

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14. kissing each other breathless with Leddie??? Love this 💗

Eddie Munson x OC, Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader, Jealousy, Make Out Sessions, Insecurity, Fluff

Lucy Henderson Masterlist

A/N: This was supposed to be a blurb, but it turned into a thing, because I have (say it with me now) NO SELF CONTROL! Anyway, please remember to reblog and comment. I'm frankly impressed I wrote this much so quickly. This is set well after season 4 in a future where everyone is safe and happy.

Summary: Lucy gets her own taste of the green eyed monster when a new fan gets a little too close to Eddie at the bar.

Word Count: 1.6K

Lucy didn’t like this feeling.

It was like something had crawled up inside her belly and was now desperately trying to tear its way out. It clenched at her throat and boiled inside her veins. It made her want to scream and throw things; preferably something heavy right at the girl Eddie was currently smiling at.

She was smart enough to recognize the emotion pulsing under her skin. Jealousy was an ugly thing and guilt weighed her down, acting as a sinking center to the vortex of anger and insecurity spinning inside her mind.

How many times had she assured Eddie over and over again that he was the only guy for her? They’d talked extensively on how to manage those unwanted feelings, slowly building a real trust and understanding between them. Shouldn’t that trust go both ways?

Eddie had just wrapped up a set. He was the lead guitar of a great band that was finally getting some notoriety. She was proud of him. Of course girls at the bar were going to approach him. Of course Eddie was going to enjoy the attention of fans. He’d earned it. But why did he have to keep smiling like that?

She took a sip of her water, as if somehow that would cool the growing fire in her blood.

The girl wasn’t going away. In fact, she seemed to have only gotten closer.

Lucy had to admit, the girl looked like she fit in, more than she did anyway.

Eddie was sweet enough to let her borrow his band shirts until she could get some of her own. He insisted she looked good in them, but she knew it wasn’t really the case. His lanky frame meant his shirts didn’t translate well onto her more filled out one. The fabric stretched and hit her awkwardly. She wore jeans, but the light color might as well have been neon compared to everyone else’s. She didn’t have any leather to speak of. Her make up was minimal. It was good enough for a small town girl form Indiana, but not a rock club in Chicago. She elicited strange looks and questions like, “you come with your boyfriend?”. Which was true, but she didn’t like the subtext of that question. The big flaring accusation of, “you don’t belong here”.

The girl talking to Eddie belonged. She had a jacket covered with countless patches undoubtedly sewn on herself. Her hair was dark with dyed tips. Her make up was exaggerated. Her stance was confident. Everything about her screamed rock star. She looked exactly like the type of girl Lucy always pictured Eddie being into before they got together.

She shook the thought away. She and Eddie were together. They had been for a while now. They had fought demobats and monsters and nearly died for each other more times then either of them cared to count. If that didn’t make them practically soul mates, she didn’t know what did.

Eddie was laughing.

Shit, he was laughing.

The girl was touching him now, her hand brushing over the black scrunchie around his wrist.

She was up before she even realized it.

Someway, somehow, she pushed through the crowd of people, not even stopping to apologize until she was finally at the bar.

Eddie’s eyes caught her, all warm chocolate despite the dim lighting.

“Hey pretty girl, what’s–”

He didn’t get to finish as Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a desperate kiss.

His response was immediate, his hands finding her waist, acting as a kind of anchor as he half sat, half leaned on the bolted down bar stool behind him.

She pressed deeper into him, earning her a smile and the taste of his mouth. He moaned against her. It was the only thing to sooth the clawing creature under her skin. Screw everyone else here, only she was able to touch him like this. He wouldn’t let anybody else, slip between his legs and kiss him until he couldn’t breath.

A jostle from one of the other patrons trying to get to the bar forced them apart. They each gasped for air and with every breath, Lucy realized exactly what she had done.

“I just came here to watch the bands, not a peep show,” the guy grumbled.

She blushed, but Eddie only beamed, his mouth still wet and swollen from this kiss.

“What can I say man? Good music makes her horny.”

Lucy groaned, smacking his shoulder as she buried her head in his chest. If there was a trap door beneath her, now would be a great time for the bartender to use it. This all seemed like a good idea a second ago.

The guy walked away, leaving her and Eddie as alone as anyone could be in a bar on Saturday night.

He didn’t let her go, wrapping his arms more securely around her as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.

“Hi, by the way,” he said, kissing her temple.

“Hi,” she repeated.

He laughed, before gently nudging her head up so she was finally looking at him.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he said, “but what brought that on? Maybe I could do it on purpose next time.”

That sickening guilt came back to her. She looked away, occupying herself with the details of his shirt as her fingers traced absentmindedly up and down his arms.

“You played a really good set,” she said, hoping the half truth would be enough. “You’ve got a couple new fans at least.”

Her fingers lingered on his wrist, and the black scrunchie around it.

It was a little thing that started back at The Hideout. She had heard how, at big venues, girls would throw bras up on stage to performers. In an attempt to make Eddie smile after rocking out a great set to a lackluster crowd, she cheered and sling-shotted her scrunchie right into his face. After a while it just became a thing, something to indicate that she was in the room and rooting for him.

Of course, once the band got more fans, others started doing the scrunchie thing too. Not a lot, but enough for her own to get lost in the shuffle. At first she’d tie a string or maybe a note around hers, but it wasn’t the same. Nowadays, he just grabbed the one out of her hair, and slipped it on his wrist before going on stage as a kind of good luck charm.

He followed her gaze, his brows furrowed for a moment as if putting together an elaborate puzzle in his head.

To her dismay, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Luce, were you jealous?”

“No.” It was an automatic response, and it rang false the second it passed her lips. “Maybe,” she admitted. “A little.”

“A little?”

She sighed. There was no point. She had already made an ass of herself.

“A lot,” she said. “I just…didn’t like her touching you, like that.” God where was a black hole when you needed one?

“I’m sorry."

“For what?”

That surprised her. Looking up, she caught the genuine confusion on his face.

“For making a spectacle of it. I was basically dry humping you into the bar stool.”

“I said I wasn’t complaining,” Eddie countered.

“But that…that’s not the point!” she stuttered. “I love you! And I trust you and I know you feel the same way, so I shouldn’t be marching over here trying to mark my territory like some horny cat or something.”

He laughed. “Okay, first of all, yes. You’re right. You shouldn’t be worried.” He cupped her face, his smile teasing but his eyes were all warmth. “Trust me, you should not be worried.”

She knew that, but hearing it from his own lips somehow made it more real. The grip the creature held slipped a little, allowing her to draw a free breath.

“Second,” he continued, “there are worse ways for you to be jealous. And if you are going to be, I’d much rather it end with you kissing me like it’s the end of the world.”

They each felt the weight of those words. Jealousy was what drove them apart the first time. Yes, technically speaking, Hawkins Lab and evil Russians pulled them apart, but it was that underlying jealousy, that basic insecurity and mistrust that made them unable to speak to each other for almost a full year. It had sucked and neither of them wanted to go through it again.

“And third,” he said, brushing his nose against hers. “It’s kind of nice to know it’s not just me.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, her nose, her cheek, her jaw and further down until he came to her neck.

Lucy gripped his arms. They were the only things keeping her upright as he hummed in pleasure, nipping at her skin.

Music swept through the bar once more as a new band took center stage to the cheer of the crowd.

Eddie pulled away, his brown eyes now almost black as he took her in.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Maybe a bit of jealousy now and then wasn’t such a bad thing.

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#stranger things #eddie munson #lucy henderson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x henderson!reader #stranger things oc #leddie #eddie munson x reader #5k celebration #5k followers #2022 fic

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How would Scott react to learning about what Henry did? Precisely after he became Vecna. I know there’re theories about Edward Creel and all that but in case of Henry actually being Vecna, how would Scotf react to that?

I know in this other ask, I may have made it sound like my headcanon for Scott was that “Scott was willing to overlook the crimes Vecna committed for old times’ sake”, which is not true. so I think I’m gonna use this ask to go deeper into the details about what I think would happen under the circumstances. since this wasn’t the main focus of that last ask, so I didn’t want to get carried away there.

and lastly before we get into it, in case anyone who’s not familiar with Creelarke stumbles upon this, this is about the headcanon slash theory that Henry Creel and Scott Clarke were childhood best friends who may or may not have developed feelings for each other before Henry got taken away by Doctor Brenner. if it’s not your cup of tea, you can stop reading now.

if you’re still here, let’s get into it.

Scott would absolutely, undoubtedly be horrified by what Henry did. Scott loved his students like they were his own children. so no, there was no way Scott would condone this shit.

he would be angry. but beyond that, Scott would be deeply hurt because the one responsible for all these deaths was Henry. his Henry. Scott would have a very difficult time trying to process it all, what went wrong, what’d happened to Henry that it turned him into a monster who hurt innocent children like this. Scott might be in denial for a while. basically Scott would be completely lost, angry and deeply hurt. and he would feel betrayed, too.

does this mean Scott hates Henry and sees him as a monster now? honestly, I think Scott would want to hate Henry and to be able to see him as a monster. he would want to erase all of the memories they shared together during their youth from his head, and he wished he really wished Henry were dead. or that someone would kill him. but what angered Scott the most is that Scott knew he couldn’t hate Henry even if he wanted to.

this doesn’t mean Scott doesn’t really love his students - or the kids at the lab - who were hurt by Henry, either. I think it will be very, very complicated. because Scott loves those kids, and he loves Henry. and it’s Henry who hurt those kids. and Scott hates himself, he’s even disgusted at himself, for not being able to really hate Henry.

there would be so many bitter, hurtful words throwing back and forth between Scott and Henry (now as Vecna), so many tears, and basically it wouldn’t be a ‘wholesome reunion’ but an ugly, angsty one with hundreds of feelings involved; Scott feeling like he might choke on his sob upon learning Henry is alive, and feeling like his heart was being ripped out of his chest because it’s Henry who did all of these horrible things.

but once Scott found out what really happened to Henry; what Henry’s mom planned on doing to him that eventually drove Henry into snapping and lashing out that day, what Doctor Brenner and the lab did to him, I think there’s a possibility that Scott would blame himself more. because while it’s in no way Scott’s fault, Scott would think that “if he went with his instinct that told him Henry was having a problem at home, and did something to help remove Henry from that situation, maybe all of this could’ve been prevented and Henry wouldn’t have done any of these. if he only has done more”. and it’s bad because Scott would be hurting himself more by blaming himself.

but eventually, after so many tears, Scott and Henry would calm down, and they would, you know, talk. I see Scott sitting down next to a very-emotionally-defeated Henry / Vecna and reluctantly placing a hand on his shoulder, and Scott would be like “we cannot fix the past, but we can make sure the future is better. it’s never too late to change,” (cliche, I know, but still). Scott knows Henry wasn’t born evil. somehow he knows his Henry is still in there beneath all these pain and all these rage.

in the end it would be entirely up to Henry whether or not he would accept Scott’s help. and you know what, I believe Henry would.

this still doesn’t mean they’re now living happily ever after together without any consequences whatsoever. but whatever comeuppance is in store for Henry, Scott would be there by Henry’s side. he wouldn’t abandon Henry now. since Scott felt like he abandoned Henry during the time Henry was locked in Hawkins lab. again, it’s not Scott’s fault, Scott couldn’t have known about what Brenner did to Henry. but Scott would probably blame himself still.

this doesn’t mean Scott forgets about the crimes Henry committed. it doesn’t mean he condones the path Henry chose (before Henry accepted Scott’s help) and it doesn’t mean he’s betrayed those kids, that were hurt by Henry, by choosing to forgive and help Henry heal. it means Henry is Scott’s best friend, and it means Scott understands, after lots of pain and struggles, that what was done to Henry was as messed up as what Henry did to others, and that the real monster was never Henry, no matter which form Henry takes.

it will be a long road for the both of them, and it won’t be easy, but at least they have each other now.

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skayafair · 1 year

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Ep 31 random thoughts

At first I was like "isn't it supposed to be gut-wrenching (whoops sorry), why is it comedy" but it came along!

Wow Arthur, digging your own grave with passion, aren't you. Although I like the display of those little moments everyone has but most choose to forget about - the ugliest, the most shameful ones. Arthur didn't have this choice in his nightmare, but I also appreciate the attitude. "I'm not scared I'm pissed" is a good one in this case. Arthur's getting really used to all the horrors, not that easy to scare or control anymore. It's satisfying to hear, but I'd also like to applaud the brutal honesty. On the one hand it's useless to pretend in front of a being who's inducing and watching your worst nightmares, who's making you drag yourself through dirt - what's the point, it already knows. On the other hand - it still takes some balls to admit all this baggage.

(Making it really easy to hate him, right, and I actually agree with every James' word here, that punch was well-deserved.)

(But I also listen to Malevolent not because I like Arthur but because he and all the rest is interesting.)

(John and Yellow - yeah I like those guys tho)

The doubts in John - good, actually, I think John himself would be relieved. He hates lying to his friend, or, rather, being good at it. Knowing he isn't should make it a bit easier.

And I think I like Scratch it's a really good monster, and this episode was one a the very few that actually made me tense. Scratch is terrifying, and I can't explain exactly why. Probably has to do with digging one's psyche. That sickening nightmarish terror - it's there, it turned out really well. I think this is the type of horror that can actually rattle me and weirdly enough, I enjoy the feeling.

Also I envy Arthur with being so sure he controls his dreams because they are his. Idk pal, if it's some otherwordly (probably) being who's inducing them, the rules may be different and I'd consider this option (which would have probably killed me). So yay! You go man! Confidence and pure spite! Admitting past mistakes is a good thing, but one should know when to stop beating themselves up about those and go on with their life, taking those mistakes into consideration. Looks like hitting the bedrock and still getting back up really helped Arthur to deal with his past and face some aspects he couldn't before. That's a good thing.

But I also have to say this - Arthur having a thoughtful monologue on the nature and essence of the evil while digging a grave was hilarious. You're supposed to be out of breath or you aren't really trying, man! Figures it's a dream, wouldn't have been able to do so irl.

But also. Why the widow's caves were the only place he refused to go so stubbornly? Because he really didn't want to wake up and John's voice was the loudest there? And the prison pits weren't even brought up. Weird.

Knew I was missing smth! First - John is "gold". Aww. Second - "nothing golden is supposed to stay" - not hehe, abandonment issues strike again.

And. Scratch mirroring John in the end with all that "you are my favourite, you let me out and showed the world outside, it's thanks TO YOU" - how soon are they going to catch up and how fucked up will it turn out?

After reading some fandom reactions: y’all I don’t think Arthur wondering if he was happy his daughter wasn’t in this world anymore was “moving on”. I believe he didn’t move on from that loss at all. (”I hope you find your girl” doesn’t sound like that at all.) It was what it was - an ugly little moment when he felt relieved he didn’t have any responsibilities and could be free and do whatever. He wasn’t just letting himself enjoy life - one can do this in any circumstance - but specifically tying it to “because no one was depending on him”. It happens. It’s ugly but it does. It’s not a thought, it’s a feeling, and feelings cannot be controlled or morally schooled. Counsciously Arthur despises those moments but seems to accept them now as they are (which I think is the right way to address them.) I’m no therapist tho, so of course I may be mistaken.

And also I doubt all the words the “mirrors” have said to Arthur in this episode were his own. I think some parts were from Scratch, especially the last - “Larson’s” - ones.

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers

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simplyasimp456 · 2 years

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It’s Better to Have Loved And Lost, Then to Not Have Loved At All (Chapter 362 Spoiler) Chapter 2

It’s still dark outside when I reach the agency. The rain that clings to the car splatters on the garage floor as I get out. Quickly turning to grab my keys, phone, and wallet, I head inside in pursuit of my office. Hopeful to avoid any and all human interaction. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends. I just really don’t want to talk to anyone, especially not Kirishima. As nice as he is, I used to feel refreshed by his personality but his kindness has evolved into annoyance at how I’m living my life. He’s always pointed out how terribly I’ve handled things after Kachaan died and he's right. Although, I honestly don’t think it’s any of his fucking business how I grieve. Plus his constant reminders have no end.

“He wouldn’t have wanted this for you.”

“You were his best friend from childhood, I could never take your place.”

I hate when Kirishima says these things. It’s a bitter reminder that he is a better person than me. I mean he was the first person to make a real friend out of Kachaan, even though I couldn't break his mean exterior.

Rounding the corridor I bump into the small brunette that has plagued my consciousness for the past nine years. Her beautiful brown eyes shocked at my presence then settled on a look of indifference. Great, what a beautiful way to start the morning.

“Excuse me Midoriya.”

Okay ouch, the sting of her barely acknowledging my existence hasn’t stopped. I let her pass with no more than a single glance, she doesn’t need to know how much I still hurt. I don’t think I would’ve kept a semblance of normalcy with her, not when she’s wearing that ring. I’m glad that she wasn’t weighed down by past events, and Iida’s a good man. I just can’t help but feel broken everytime I see that goddamn ring on her finger. I know my own dissatisfaction is my fault.

I run to my office because if I have any further interaction with my colleagues, I’ll be burned out by the time my shift officially starts. That’s something no one else should be able to see outside of a therapist. I need to be happy, shining Deku for the public. Not any of those ugly emotions that constantly stir within me.

The dark oak desk is covered in paperwork that I need to get done by the end of the day along with a horrendous amount of Allmight knicknacks, some things just never change. I can see the dust floating in the room by the little light that shines in from the window. I really need someone to clean this area.

I round the desk stepping over the textbooks and magazines that have accumulated on the ground. Taking a seat on the seasoned leather chair, I grab the clipboard with my daily rounds on it. Everyday of the week I round a specific neighborhood on intervals. Other heroes and I split up the work like this so we don’t get complacent or bored with the same rounds. Basically, this is to ensure we all see some action when we are on duty keeping us up in the polls.

Looking at the clipboard I internally cringe. Of course today of all days I would be personally responsible for patrolling the slums of Hosu City. The “Slums” weren’t always Slum-like, only after the Nomu attack on account of how decimated that side of the city was. On a normal occasio,n the Hero Commission would just shell out the money to pay for the repairs. However, seeing as nobody had an interest in living where many monsters had attacked they found it to be a lost cause.

Standing and stretching a sudden knock on the door catches my attention.

“Izuku-Kun, I bought us some coffee to enjoy!”

Goddamn Camie. Of course that ditzy bitch couldn’t wrap her mind around what she was to me. Any other woman would have seen clearly what they meant to me at any time. I would bluntly burst through the door like an asshole and hurt her feelings but I can’t find ass as available as Camie even under normal circumstances. It’s hard to get women into your bed when you are a consistent dirtbag to every single one you meet. Especially poor Melissa, all that hope that she could be the one to change me due to knowing me in the past.

Grabbing the notebook and swallowing the uncomfortable lump in my throat. I decide the best course of action would just be to blow her off. I open the door and push past her.

“Sorry babe, got shit to do. Go ahead and give that coffee to Uraraka. She’s in a shit mood.”

God I really am a piece of shit.

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The crisp air after fresh rain is one of the small delights I have on patrol. The streets reflect the sun as it peeks out of the clouds and small children run around me chattering excitedly. Pretending to be Mr.Perfect I sign all the autographs their little hearts desire. I don’t know about other heroes but, the reason I’m so successful is the fan service. Whether that be signing something for someone or helping old ladies cross the road, it doesn’t matter. Not saying that is the only reason I do this, there’s more than one perk.

Being this fake person is better than therapy. It clears out the dark thoughts in my brain, helping me enjoy life in the moment. No more dark thoughts about the day I witnessed someone I cared about lifeless and looking less human then when I last saw them.

Signing my last autograph, I shoot myself onto the nearest building positioning the sun behind me. This is the last of my fans I’ll see before I take off, why not give them something cool they can snap photos of? With both hands on my hips and a tilted chin, I pose exactly like my predecessor. Speaking of him.

Allmight was the best and worst thing to happen to me. He was the best in the exact ways he was the worst, I mean I am thankful for the power that I was given but, if I wasn’t given OFA would Kachaan still be alive? I think about how high the bar was set by a power I was given and how he constantly bragged about being above it. Well, until he wasn’t. I shake my head, enough torturing myself for at least a couple hours. I have to finish this patrol in one piece. Focusing all the energy in my body I rise into the sky and rocket myself to the Slums.

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It’s been four hours of nothing, at this point I’m doubting anyone even lives here aside from stray dogs. To add though, someone should do something about their population. I got chased twice and saw five dog fights, none of them I could separate. Remembering how one dog completely tore apart a smaller dog. Ugh, disgusting.

Completely lost in thought I don’t notice the footsteps I can hear around the corner. Mindlessly walking straight into someone. Damnit and here I thought I was alone. Putting on my best Boyscout voice with my smile to match I look down at the person I bumped into, their hood engulfing the entirety of their face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going. Do you need any help?”

The person lowers their head and coughs slightly.

“I-I’m good. T’thank you.”

That’s weird. That’s suspicious.

“On account of how desolate and abandoned this area is, I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

The hooded figure, obviously male, shifts uncomfortably. Moving his head to the side attempting to seem oblivious looking for an escape route. I know this guy is trouble. Raising his head I see the scars lining his face. Fuck. Blue flames shoot out from his hands as I launch myself in the air. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Moving around requires extreme precision to avoid those deadly flames. Left, right, down, left, up right. Burning off his sweatshirt throwing fireballs in every direction I attempt to go, he starts backing down the alley putting some distance between us. He’s visibly uncomfortable with blood dripping from his hands to the ground. I’m not an idiot, he would fuck up his body just at a chance of escape. Wincing letting the flame lick up his arm he backs up faster. Not today. In the midst of his confusion I launch myself through the air landing a hit on him. This absolute moron, I never could understand the reasoning behind ruining his body for revenge. (Apparently I’m a liar too). He did not want to live but, he was still here fighting and for what exactly? Endeavor has long since died and he hasn’t made his existence known by Shoto for years. This fucker got to live with his death wish but, Kachaan had to die. My mind wanders as my fists beat his face in. In the midst of my anger I hardly notice the damage I’m doing. I have so many unanswered questions, dear higher power, why did he live? Why didn’t Shoto finish him off? Does he have a soft spot for his brother? If so, he's one weak bastard.

“Why do you get to live?” My fist strikes his left cheek breaking bone.

“Why didn’t your brother grow a backbone and kill you?” My other fist connects with his right cheek.

I stand up and prepare for a powerful blow. Kicking him square in his chest shattering a few ribs in process, I ask my last question.

“Why did he die and trash like you gets to walk around free?”

As I rear back my foot to give him another kick to finish him for good a voice shouts out.

“Put your hands on your head, Deku.”

The flashing lights behind me tip me off to how much I fucked up. Shit.

#chapter 362 spoilers #izuku x reader #dirt bag izuku #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha smut

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thelifehidden · 10 days

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A False Hero

In almost every story there is a hero, a villain, and your victim. But what about your stories that have a false hero (a villain in disguise), a villain, and your victim? Yesterday I thought of an old friend turned villain and decided to check on them (though they hurt me...I still care about them as crazy as that might sound. Just because I don't want you at my table, doesn't mean I don't want you to eat.) It got me thinking about just how messed up everything that happened was. This is a story that involves that false hero...and that hurts me still to this day.

In a million years I never thought that someone knowing about what I was dealing with would help me...that turned out to become one of the worst and most traumatizing months of my life...until he heard how I was treated. A simple friendly phone call turned into screaming, threats, and eventually throwing things. Hearing everything, my friend began blowing up my phone and things only escalated. I got scared and ran out of the house in my pajamas, thinking he might turn to me next for once. Crying I looked at my phone to see multiple missed calls and messages from my friend saying he was headed to my house with one of his friends. I quickly told him I wasn't there and that I was walking. That only seemed to have concerned him more. It was dark outside and I was alone in the emotional state I was in. We ended up meeting in a location we both were close to. He was much bigger than I and when he embraced me...I felt safe and like for once someone truly cared about me. I felt at peace close in his arms.

He made me feel seen. He made me feel like I did not deserve how I am treated. Most of all, he made me feel something besides sadness. Sadly...he also made me fall in love with someone/something that didn't even exist to begin with. I can see that now, and that hurts too. For a small while he helped me to be free...but that freedom came with a high price. Finally being free of the mental abuse all the time, trying to fight him, and dealing with family led to mistakes that can never be undone. In my pain and in trying to find happiness while at war with a narcissist I made the biggest mistake of my life. The two stayed with me and we drank in celebration of my freedom. This became a several-month party in which I drank in order to not be a depressed crippled ball in the corner. I had responsibilities that I could not just push to the side while I dealt with life. At some point they got me to do more than drink and it helped me to continue fighting when I was ready to give up but it also got my world taken from me. Eventually, it came out that I was only being used.....that he was only with me because I was easy to manipulate...all you had to do was be nice and pretend to care about me. Even overhearing that I was in denial because I didn't want to believe that. I did not want to believe that at my most vulnerable someone that I cared deeply for would do that to me. They did. It didn't help that my family pushed him away...maybe things could have been different...something that will never be known. Things got ugly and it came down to one of two monsters...I chose the monster that I knew best and called for help.

These month are forever burned into my mind so that I will never make the same mistake again. It is also what has changed my life permanently too. Those months are why I live in fear every day...why some nights I cannot sleep because the memories invade my mind...and sometimes why I will randomly cry. I never deserved any of it...

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silkmothh · 2 months

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Silk intro post O7

Hi hey hi! You can call me Pearl ^u^ my husband (Sir), and I have been together for 6 years, and we have an established d/s dynamic as of 2021 with lots of play and planning before that. We've explored a lot and tried a lot, I feel comfortable sharing those things!

More than anything I want to share my hard work and brag a little about my progress, as I don't have any compatible sub friends irl. Please please please if you have any comments, questions, or concerns don't hesitate to reach out!

Sft above cut, nsft below cut. I answer questions about any of it don't feel shy!

General

Afab queer

Chronic mental illness/neurodivergent/chronic physical conditions - currently going thru treatments for all!

5'3 250lbs 46DD/DDD depending (ppl with titties will understand ^_^;)

I will not be including my face in any pictures, so for your imagination~ glasses, ance/acne scars, partially dyed hair, face is mid lol

Shy and stupid

Under 18, creepy, and ornery ugly people pls go away. You don't need to be here.

I block liberally and expect the same from you, blocking me won't hurt my feelings.

Everything is pretend with consent from every party. Consent is required.

If I do ANYTHING that makes you feel uncomfortable or bad in general, please let me know so I can make sure it doesn't happen again!

Nsft ☠️ turn back now ☠️

I am submissive, with Sir being my dom. We do casual (?) Training as we both have full time jobs and big responsibilities.

My rules (very simple)

Eat at least once a day

No cuming without permission

Chores must be completed every day

At least one explicit picture a week

Training areas

Posture, positioning, and speech

Deep throating

Pain (mas/sad)

Anal

Denial and edging

Self love 🤢

I am a service sub, and I refer to my position as a servitude. Whatever is asked of me will be done to the best of my abilities and circumstances. I love LOVE doing things for and helping the people I care for. This shows most often with Sir bc he likes 'making' me do things for him, from washing and brushing his hair to putting his socks and shoes on him to running errands for him. For him, If it is asked of me it will be done to the best of my ability.

My dream is getting to be a full service, full time submissive to Sir and others that come into our relationship.

Things I like

Things I listed above

Bandage/bdsm/rope

Dubious/cnc/somno/intox

Pain/impact

Degrade/humiliate

Patriarch/bimbo (this is something I enjoy irl, if you do not have express consent to engage with me in this way then don't, I'll assume you're an asshole)

For select people I can dom

Hypno/brainwashing

Monsters

Masks

And lots more!

Limits

Blood or permanent damage

Scat or vomit

Being spit on

Whatever feels weird in the moment!

Egg laying/litters

Pregnancy in general (breed me don't impregnate me)

And again! Leave if you are under 18, are a bigot or a creep, or are mean for no reason.

Block don't report, I'm just here for fun.

#d/s dynamic #d/s relationship #relationship #ethical k!nk #silk speaks #information #original content #attention wh0r3 #dumb slvt #humiliation kink #bimbo training #dumbification #degredation kink #patriarchy kink #intox cnc #cnc k!nk

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chaosincurate · 7 months

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The Bigotry and other evils of The Monster Mash By Bobby "Boris" Pickett

I've been listening to a lot of Bobby "Boris" Pickett lately, and I gotta say, the Monster Mash lore is fascinating, yet despicable, like a good true crime story. There is a lot of very compelling lore to the universe of The Monster Mash, but be warned, it is quite revolting and will likely irreparably damage your perception of Bobby "Boris" Pickett. No longer can I view him, as billion's of others around the world do, as a relatively noble entertainer, worthy of his success.

For those who are unshaken by such a warning, you may proceed, albeit with some caution, but for those who don't think they can take such a painful, earth-shattering revelation, turn back now. There is no shame in knowing your limits.

So the first awful act occurs in the hit song Monster Mash from the 1962 album The Original Monster Mash, it is established that Bobby "Boris" Pickett is not the creator of the dance, but the creator of the monster (Igor) that made the mash, which was actually plagiarised from Dracula's Transylvania Twist: "What ever happened to my Transylvania Twist? // (Its now the mash)".

Considering the fact that Dracula was reported to be "part of the band" at the end of Monster Mash (no doubt as an inferior form of hush money), you may believe that Drac and Bobby "Boris" Pickett are on good terms. There is still tension, albeit one-way, present on next track Rabian - The Fiendage Idol however, as Dracula politely asks the famous thief for a favour: to give his friend Rabian an opportunity to show his worth and hopefully collaborate. Bobby "Boris" Pickett responds with his soon-to-be characteristic egotistical response, lamenting that since he had a hit record and "made all this bread" his monsters have been asking for favours from their selfish master. He then hits Drac with another "bl**d-s*cker" slur as he relents and gives Rabian a chance. After being impressed he threatens to gentrify Rabians image and condescendingly sends him away with a "don't call us we'll call you". Horrific behavior.

What ever happened to my Transylvania Twist?

(Its now the mash)

Blood Bank Blues is performed by unproblematic king Dracula, so it is relatively controversy-free to begin with, as he simply opens up about the challenges of vampirism, but Bobby "Boris" Pickett refuses to give up his spotlight for even a single song, so he does make an appearance in which he threatens to singe Dracula's wings. Dracula, who is rightfully upset but still displaying his famous composure, shares with the world via Bobby "Boris" Pickett's own album, that "[Bobby] "Boris" [Pickett] put a stake in my girl's heart", which, given his blatant racism towards vampires throughout the record is undoubtedly a hate crime.

Then the album explores another aspect of Bobby "Boris" Pickett's cruelty, as he forces Igor into work in Graveyard Shift. It isn't clear whether Igor (or any other monster that is confirmed to be working for Bobby "Boris" Pickett in this song) is getting paid, but given they are in a band with a very successful hit song and Igor expresses anxiety around the idea, it isn't much of a stretch to assume that this is at least some form of exploitation.

Next song Skully Gully is frankly hard for me to dissect. I feel as though there is some skelephobia here, but I'm honestly not well educated enough on this topic to expose it. If there are any skeletons reading this, I'd love to hear your perspective on this song if you'd be willing to share.

More monsterism follows as the album reaches Wolfbane, a song in which Bobby "Boris" Pickett spouts every anti-werewolf stereotype going, from the notion that werewolfs only want to "chew people up", to the infantilising idea that they just want to play but can't keep themselves from getting carried away. Not just that though, he ridicules the features of werewolves and depicts them as ugly and undesirable, criticizes their clothes for not being "continental", and makes the assumption that a werewolf is related to the only other werewolf he is known to have interacted with at this point, Rabian. And while we are on the topic of Rabian, this song surely retrospectively casts some light on Bobby "Boris" Pickett's treatment of him in his eponymous song. It felt like there was something off about that, and I think this is why.

This next one gets ugly. Real ugly. Monster Minuet opens with what seems to be Bobby "Boris" Pickett apologetically reaching out to Dracula by giving him and his wife a warm welcome to the former's party, but things quickly spiral out of control. Natural charmer Count Dracula then compliments the "ladies in waiting", calling them "beautiful", to which an endlessly despicable Bobby "Boris" Pickett interjects referring to them as "slimy old ghouls". The discomfort continues as Bobby "Boris" Pickett asks Vampyra for "the pleasure of this minuet", which neither Vampyra nor Dracula feel very comfortable with, judging from the Countess' silence (not to mention the fact that Bobby "Boris" Pickett is reported to have tried to kill her) and Dracula's protestations.

Admittedly, Dracula didn't need to make things as tense as he did with his comment "There could hardly be any pleasure dancing with you", but his being on edge is totally justified considering the host's previous behaviour, which he was all too willing to revisit as he responds with a slur, biting back with "who asked you, f*ng-f*ce?"

The creaturism continues with Bobby "Boris" Pickett going after the fact that Dracula sleeps all day (a natural result of being biologically unable to leave the house in the daytime), and reusing his favourite ant-vampiric slur "bl**d-s*cker", and the "song" eventually ends with Bobby "Boris" Pickett referring to Countess Vampyra as a "snaggle-toothed bag of bones". A disgusting display of bigotry all round from Bobby "Boris" Pickett on this one. It's a very difficult listen.

The next song is a defiant instrumental from Dracula, the long awaited redebut of Transylvania Twist. Bobby "Boris" Pickett tries to deny its boppiness, but by the end even he has to admit "its a rocker!" It's not much, but it's good to see the true creative genius of the album get a win, despite such a powerful man trying to keep him down.

The record doesn't stay positive for long though, as Bobby "Boris" Pickett shamelessly pens a song with a thinly-veiled dancing metaphor for killing his workers, in particular Yanwish the Ghoul, as both a form of punishment for minor failings and just for sadistic fun. This is truly a whole new level of evil from Bobby "Boris" Pickett. Of course, we know that he attempted to murder Countess Vampyra in a hate crime, but this song displays such a shamelessness and lack of accountability that it terrifies anyone who cares about any of these workers.

Me & My Mummy is worth a brief mention, as Bobby "Boris" Pickett adds nuance to his character with an anthem about loving, and being attracted to those who aren't conventionally attractive. He still manages to be a bigot about it, but this is at least some growth that warrants a mention. If he keeps this progress up for a millennium he may not be a despicable person.

Unproblematic king Count Dracula returns to demonstrate true leadership credentials in contrast to Bobby "Boris" Pickett's totalitarian approach. He continues to innovate as Bobby "Boris" Pickett continues to rest on his laurels after the success of Monster Mash, with Drac flying out to Transylvania to work out a new dance, The Monster Motion. He consistently provides calm, constructive criticism as he works out the kinks of their new project. Yet another win against the odds from the hero of this story.

In the next song, The Monsters' Mash Party Frankenstein, here nicknamed "Frankie", opens the song by begging to be unchained so that he can Mash. Bobby "Boris" Pickett cruelly refuses to free him in a harrowing opening to another despicable song. It doesn't end there though, as Bobby "Boris" Pickett in the next verse greets Drac's statement of preference for his own people's dance with a condescending and hateful "Who asked you, bl**ds*cker?", the third instance of that slur in the album, and fourth anti-vampiric slur out the mouth of Bobby "Boris" Pickett by my count.

The next song is Irresistible Igor, which expresses very minor evils compared to the rest of the awful behaviour on display in this album. Bobby "Boris" Pickett takes a shot at Igor's looks, while praising his ability to break hearts, by seemingly leading women on for one night stands and then ghosting them. A cruel thing to do, for sure, but not particularly noteworthy amongst so much immorality.

In the next song Bella's Bash, he continues to berate and slander Dracula while again taking credit for a dance that Igor stole from Dracula,

After that, he then appears to visit Dracula, who is also apparently having a party, and judgementally asks to see his dance, which it appears he has had to modify since the original was robbed, decredited and sold to widespread acclaim. To make matters worse, Bobby "Boris" Pickett chooses to judge Drac's new dance (as a wrongfully respected choreographer) in front of Dracula's own children. Then he disrespects his dance by claiming that its not accessible to people outside of his creature group and is supposedly therefore inferior, contributing to a general theme in this album of Bobby "Boris" Pickett being in favour of total cultural assimilation.

Hope they didn't bring Drac, he's no friend of mine

His jealousy is widely known

Doesn't dig my Mash he's got a dance of his own

Also, for those keeping count, there is yet another use of the bl**ds*cker slur from Bobby "Boris" Pickett in this track.

Trigger warning on this next song for non-consensual pornography. Bobby "Boris" Pickett continues to demonstrate his exploitation of his spooky subjects, and particular bullying of Dracula as the next "song" on the album Let's Fly Away appears to be a recording of Dracula making love to Vampyra, likely without their consent, with them moaning each other's names.

Thankfully, the album comes to a close now with Monster's Holiday. It starts as an act of resistance against discrimination from Santa, who presumably ignored them up until that point. To retaliate, the monsters planned to rob Santa's sleigh, but as they were about to act on it, Santa actually gave them gifts, putting an end to that particular form of discrimination. It's nice to have the album end on such a hopeful note, following such an inundation of bigotry and harm.

So basically *The Original Monster Mash* is the best concept album ever made, with complex storytelling on display, with the clearest example of subversive writing being that of the evil protagonist Bobby "Boris" Pickett. 10/10 must listen

#chaosincurate #halloween #happy halloweeeeeeen #music #music essay

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henryhareandlarryberry · 2 years

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Act 2

5: Ext. Deep in the forest, Day, Lunch hour

(Henry is sitting on the roots of a tree while surrounded by other magical creatures)

-HH: And I told him while I was flying away, “thanks for the materials, I’ll make sure to put them to good use, It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.

- (The magic creatures laugh)

(Henry listen someone approaching, and look in that direction without paying much attention)

-LB: Excuse me, I’m looking for a monster, would you know where I could find them?

(Henry doesn’t move his head, but he does examine the boy by just looking at him with one open eye)

I’m gonna be honest, there’s a reason why I mess with Dior and the other villagers, I don’t like humans. Ever since I was little I heard stories about humans accompanied by other creatures, that slay monsters and save kingdoms. This made many of them grow thinking that any of them could face gods and demons like they’re invincible.

And, on top of that, sometimes the gods would send a kid on a quest to be their chosen, A FUCKING KID! I mean, look at him, he might have just came out from a farm, and already thinking that he’s ready to face whatever the world throws at him, do his parents even know where he is?

-HH: Oh yeah, just go back the way you came from, in a near village, there is an ugly man in a shop, I think her mother was a troll and his father a tumor and that’s why he looks like that, if you kill him, I’m pretty sure you’ll be making him a favor.

-LB: The old Dior? But he’s the one that sent me to kill the terrible monster, he said that they’ve been stealing from him.

Of fucking course, only that old bitch could of sending a child after my head, I’m sure he even gave him the…

-HH: Hey kid, did he give those things? (pointing to the sword and shield that Dior gave to Larry)

-LB: Yeah, he said that this would kill them in one blow, but I’m not sure if I want to, maybe they have reasons to steal those jewels.

-HH: Yeah, maybe, or maybe he’s just a greedy bug who just wants to suck the blood and happiness of everyone around him, and that’s only useful to eat, fuck and shit.

-LB: You shouldn’t judge the monster without knowing them before.

-HH: Oh, I was still talking about the fucking jewelry make

-LB: …

-HH: Besides, you won’t be able to kill the thing with that sword, it only works on mortal beings for what I see.

-LB: How did you know?

-HH: Well, you see, I’m not just a talking hare, I’m the best blacksmith and merchant that you’ll ever meet. I make weapons, tools and any kid of item you can think of, and as the kind, responsible and conscientious creature that I am, I feel obliged to sell you what you need to complete your adventure.

-LB: *gasp* would you do that for me?

And anyone who gives me money.

-HH: Unfortunately, the key Word is “sell”, I cannot give my products for free, Right? judging by your clothes, you lack of any money, or anything of value, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to turn around and go back… (Larry takes a sack full of coins from his front pocket) …home. Where did you get that?

-LB: I’ve been saving all this weeks thanks to the tasks that people have been giving me on my way here.

-HH: Well, congratulations, from now on, you are my client, please, come to my shop.

6: Int. Tavern

-(Everyone) HAHAHAHAHA…

-Dior: A Fucking Hare between your wife’s legs! HAHAHAHA!

-Man1: How small you must have for the shitty thing to beat you???

-Angry Man: Go fuck yourselves! And here I was to suggest a way to get rid of it once and for all

-Dior: What were you thinking? Keep him in a cage? and what do we use as bait? YOUR WIFE?!

-(Everyone, again) HAHAHAHAHA…

-Angry Man: we cannot face him one on their own, we need to do it together, if Dior have more of those magic weapons, we could use them on it, all at once, some of those have to be able to kill the bastard.

-Woman1: hey is not a bad idea, if only we knew where he usually is.

- (The Tavern Owner) he comes here almost every day.

-(Everyone)…

-(Everyone) WHAAAAAT…

-TO:Yeah, he usually comes when you all are already drunk as shit, you’re not even aware that he’s here. He usually works till late in his shop. When he sees that it’s too late, he’s the one taking all of you home. Even when you’re complaining about him and you talk about how you wish he was dead and all of that, he just says “yeah I know, that Henry guy is a demon and all…” he usually uses some kind of giant hands coming from some gauntlets he has so that he can carry you all at once.

-(Everyone)…

-Dior: Fuck

7: Ext. Forest

(Henry and Larry go to one the nearest tree)

-LB: is your shop very far?

-HH: not at all, I always have at the reach of my hand

(Henry gets a key out of his jacket, when he does this, a key hole form around the form of the tree, when he introduces the key into it, a two pieces’ door appears surrounding the keyhole)

-HH: welcome to… the Hare’s workshop.

(Henry and Larry get into the establishment)

There is a reason why I live near the human despite how much I… well despite them, they’re good clients.

-HH: so… what do you wish to buy?

-LB: eeehm, what do you recommend?

-HH: well, for starters, you need to a change of clothes, whatever you’re wearing right now seems to be about to fall off any second now

-LB: It’s what I’ve been wearing since I got out of home.

-HH: Since you go- Wait you said that you’ve been for weeks on the road.

-LB: yeah.

Gods, kings and entire villages ask adventures to to save them from a dragon, a demon, or any other shit of that kind. Someone, some fucking idiot out there, asked a kid to face the world on his own, to defeat some kind of evil deity.

For their wellbeing, I hope they had a plan B.

-HH: you’re lucky that I’ve got the perfect outfit for you, it’s simple but it has many incantations to keep you safe, hold up a sec, I’m gonna get it.

-LB: All right.

(Henry takes goes throught the door behind the counter)

This kid won’t make it out alive. He’s too soft, probably grew up with stories of all those heroes, most likely one of those where the knight redeems the villain with words, he’ll even try to have some way to not to kill “this monster” the way Dior told him to.

(The hare finds the outfit, takes a quick look to see if it is of his size and goes back to the store)

-HH: here you go, now, this thing has special features, including a great resistance to extreme temperatures, is light but very tough. Perfect for a child like you.

-LB: wow it’s perfect (Larry looks with shiny eyes to the clothes and then to Henry) How much does it cost?

-HH: Well, knowing that it was made with the fur of a possibly now extinct animal… the amount of incantations and spells on it, and the sentimental value, I’d say… 100 full coins.

-LB: 100 full coins, that is 10.000 tenths, right? I think tha-

-HH: Wow wow wow kid, what the hell are you doing?

-LB: counting how much I have to pay you.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, how did this kid survive with all that money without being scammed or robbed?

-HH: Listen kid, I’m gonna give you a free lesson for life itself, when you meet someone like me, you can’t accept the first offer they make.

-LB: But you said that you put all those incatathions, and that an extinct animal made it, and that it’s really important to you.

-HH: Ok, first, yeah I put INCANTATIONS on it to make it resistant to many things, second, it was made FROM a possible extinct animal not by it, and third, the emotional value is an… exaggeration.

-LB: Bu-But…

-HH: No buts nor anything, I “suggested” a price, now you make your offer, say a lower price.

-LB: How low?

-HH: As low as you think it should be.

-LB: eeehm, tw-two and a half?

(henry stays quiet looking with his eyes wide open and a huge smile in his face)

-HH: ok, you’re lucky as fuck, because if it was any other, you would’ve been kicked out of the store right before you finished the sentence.

-LB: …

-HH: I know this is hard, let’s try this, you’re the seller and I’ll be the buyer, got it?

-LB: ok

-HH: so how much?

-LB: 100 full coins?

-HH: ok, how about 20?

-LB: all ri-NO no no.

-HH: You need to go lowering the price, I-ll tell you when it-s ok

-LB: ok, eeehm, how about 80 full coins?

-HH: you lowered a little too fast there but good enough, now I’m going to say a higher price until we get to a reasonable price for the both of us. Do you get it?

-LB: yeah, I think so.

#henry hare #Larry Berry #larry hare #OC #my OC #My Story #storytelling #my fic writing #my fic #screenwriting #fic #original writing #original story

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