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whyyy why is my dash in LIGHT MODE NOOO STOPP
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You prob won’t see this but hi! I follow you and your beautiful wife bc of your love for black women and life tips! I wanna share a story that happened yesterday where I was harassed in a gas station by an aggressive black male security guard and get nonblack poc feedback bc I no longer feel safe around black men and just curious to what advice or thoughts you have.
Last night I walked inside a pilot gas station to use the restroom where I wore a yellow camo track suit with the hood up bc I was cold. The security told me to take my hood down even tho there was no policy where I could see and followed me to the restroom door and called me out my name (I heard him thru the door), after I finished in the restroom I went to confront him at the register he was hiding behind where we got into a heated verbal exchange , I cussed him out amd I hurt his ego evidently bc he felt the need to follow me outside to escalate it but I outtalked him and got in my car. I never took my hood down. I went back in the gas station with a girlfriend for water after informing her of what happened where he then tried to make me remove my hood again and tried to encourage the women at the registers to refuse me service bc I wouldn’t remove my hood, we got into it again. He was aggressive, approached me slamming his hand on the counter, got loud, and sensitive bc I got the best of him twice verbally and in the end I still got the water and never took my hood down; the nice white lady at the register took my money from my friend who paid for it, the black woman at the register was a m@mmy. He nitpicked my outfit and physical appearance but ppl passing thru wore hoods and had pants hanging off their asses, tummy shirts, brought dogs in the store, but was never harassed like I was. I don’t have a problem following a policy but I won’t follow a policy when it’s enforced on me but no one else. So I called the police and they told me to file a complaint with corporate and see what I can do about it so I will be calling them in the morning. Did I mention the security tried to get me banned for trespassing just bc i didn’t back down and verbally whooped him?? LOLL!!! I’ll be carrying a switchblade from now on and learning to shoot a gun real soon!
Read my tags. I'm assuming you're a bw? It doesn't take all the hoodrat buffoonery Glocktavious displayed to ask someone to remove their hood. Talk to a lawyer, they'll help you go about prosecuting Dustavious the right way. So unprofessional. I hope this isn't a late response, I don't really check Tumblr lately or read every ask but yours grabbed my attention. You did the right thing! Always stand up for yourself. You're a savage for checking his ass. Never be afraid of a man, & keep a weapon on you. 👏👏👏👏Insecure, pussy "men" pick fights with women, they think being aggressive & loud intimidates you & they never prepare for a strong retort that shuts their shit down. My completely honest & straightforward unfiltered pov: We need to address the fact that the bullying of bw is a problematic behavior that is perpetuated by bm primarily (not all, but atp it's so common it might as well be). You'd be better off opening up your dating options to men outside of your race, tbh. (Be very selective & careful when itrl dating). Non-bm build their communities & protect their women. [Redacted] That's why I don't understand why some ww leave wm, who have privilege & power, for bm, who 9/10 don't have anything to offer except dick, kids & struggle love. Even when bm manage to have success it doesn't change their crusty ass mentality. I recently learned that a bw is killed by a bm every six hours. [Redacted] Bm are the only race of men who publicly bash, degrade & bully their race of women while praising, fetishizing & worshipping non-bw. But you can't expect men who hate themselves to love or value you. I see the bs bw have to deal with daily & it saddens me. I feel like they target bw cause they think it'll make them men & acceptable in the eyes of wm, it's embarrassing. [Redacted] I can't imagine treating my baby like that. [Redacted] I'll never post or reblog a "this is a safe space for everyone" post. It's not. I don't post for them. I don't want racists/colorists in my space where bw & woc tell me that they feel safe, seen & protected. I gatekeep my blog so that you're safe expressing your feelings here. I thought it was obvious since I never acknowledge bm but it needs to be said. I 100% agree with the bw advising bw to choose higher quality men. You should watch Cynthia G & Paris Milan on YouTube & other black women who cover domestic & racial topics, it's very educational & insightful, they offer a lot of perspective & I agree with so many points they make. [Redacted] The best advice I can give you is to run & never look back. Good luck. ❤️
#you can sue him personally for discrimination & verbal harassment & file a complaint with corporate#If you're banned from the store then you can have the cops get his information & press charges#once corporate finds out about the incident he'll more than likely lose his job#Make sure to stress that he intentionally embarrassed you by making a scene followed you to the bathroom & outside of the store in attempt#to escalate the situation he was highly aggressive & approached you & that you felt scared for your safety which caused emotional distress#those are super important details & ultimately where he fucked up#& if you're able to write down the date/time this occurred & have the camera footage obtained by police & your friends as witnesses#it'll help your case#The moment someone loses their cool & lowers themself even lower than they already are you already won#As you go through life the more jackasses you'll encounter & you'll become so immune that shit won't even anger you the way it used to#Speaking from experience#I don't see him living long cause losers who fuck with people & think being loud & ghetto gives them an upper hand never live a long life#toxic masculinity is a fear of strong women masked by a fraudulent superiority complex#he's corny asf if the only thing he could think to call you was ugly like what guy doesn't automatically run to that as an insult?#They even use it when they get rejected it's always that or 'bitch' cause they're sooo original#they're tiring#long post#ask
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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 I'LL BE YOUR GIRL, LET YOU TASTE IT : a ryuunosuke akutagawa fic.❞
❝ "he is such a daddy." . . . popular streamer 'a' once again makes the girls swoon over him by making out with his girlfriend on stream.❞ one hour ago.
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . please don't come at me with the "aku would never act like this!!" -- he will in my mind.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; streamer!aku, boyfriend!aku, mean!aku, fem!reader, nsfw, dry humping, riding, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, clit pinching, rough play, smacking, gagging due to fingers forced down the throat, manhandling, blood play, lip biting, making out on camera, semi public sex in a way?, uses of mommy and princess, slight degradation and that's all i remember lol.
ideal.
ideals.
what a load of bullshit.
till it isn't anymore.
ideas give birth to ideals and ideals, if taken the wrong way, leads to a world of narcissism. not always, but surely at times.
but ideas and ideals are also necessary and absolutely essential in the society to ensure that it works properly and in harmony.
because everyone who lives, thinks and when he thinks, he thinks no one else ever thought of what he did, which isn't entirely right or wrong.
and everyone had ideals and everyone has ideas and everyone likes someone else who fits their ideals and ideas and everyone wants to fit in the ideals and ideas of others.
perplexing? sure is.
not for the man sitting on his gaming chair though. he who had crafted a mask so tempting that it fits many people's 'ideals', his massive following is the proof of it and the stans on twitter who go berserk after any and every 'attractive' thing he does and makes edits, are the unshakeable evidence of his charms and charisma and also his ability to deceive others.
"what did you say?" it is not common of him to abandon his on going stream to look at you who stood behind his camera set up, an eyebrow cocked up as if to challenge you to utter those words again.
"i said you are a loser." you smile, playfulness written all over your face as you provoked your boyfriend by once again poking fun at his fascination and knowledge of criminal psychology and the overall criminal world and crimes.
"and what makes you think your opinion matters?" akutagawa scoffed with his eyebrow still raised yet with one glance at the screen to see the chat going wild over him as they found him hot, a cocky grin spread upon akutagawa's face and he leaned forwards to grab the packet of cigarettes and to pull a stick out.
"your opinion matters more then anyone else's to me so shouldn't mine matter more then anyone else's for you too?" you tilt your head as you watch him, observe him even, as he lights the end of the stick and push it between his lips.
why he smoked is something you'll never understand no matter how many cynical words he used to explain this addiction of his, saying how smoking isn't a reward but a punishment for when he thinks he hadn't performed as well as he expected.
you did not like it. so you take a step forwards slowly, not being afraid of coming in the camera frame as the man who has everyone whipped for his calm yet raspy voice and the way he so easily yet with a neutral base explained morbid and gruesome details of morbid cases . . . (and he also played horror games), is not someone who is very fond of pda yet despite so, he had made it obvious from day one that you were his girl with the way he stood so close to you or spoke directly next to your ear or close to your face, not wanting to be away from you or at a distance from you.
"why on earth do you crawl to those that are harmful for you?" you whisper for only him to hear as half of your upper body became visible on the camera frame when you planted your hand on the armrest and leaned in to take the cigarette stick from his hand, akutagawa only smiled as he let you, before he too, whispered,
"because i like it when you worry over me."
perhaps the words were simply just charming but you still couldn't stop the frown from etching onto your lips as you stared at him, unfazed.
you leaned up with a sigh and took a few steps away, after which only did you do your next step ; bringing the stick of pain closer to your lips to get a taste of what is in the nicotine in it that has your boyfriend coming back to it time and time again.
"hey, no. don't even think about it." akutagawa tsked as he watched you not reacting or taking his words seriously and with a sigh, he stood up from his chair to take big steps closer to you.
"come on, it's just one puff ryu. you do it all the time so why not let me try it too?" you tried not to grin as you took a step back to maintain the initial distance between you two but one glance up at akutagawa and it was clear that he didn't share the same amusement as you did right now.
"because i said so." akutagawa told, extending his arm to grasp your wrist to stop you from taking another step back and he pulled on it, pulling you and making you bump against his chest as he stared down at you, looking unamused.
"well then if i say so then you should also not smoke." you knew your attempt at negotiation is worthless yet you still tried but when the ends of the man's lips twitched before they curled up into a taunting smile, you knew it was hopeless to even think of using words against the one who weaves words like silk.
you watched with lips parted for a possible protest when akutagawa took the cigarette stick from your hand and brought it towards his lips again.
"and what if i refuse? are you gonna hit me princess?" akutagawa taunted in a low tone as if his voice isn't already enough to make the blood in your body pump excitedly. he even leaned down to look directly into your eyes and so, gulping your shyness, you nodded.
"i will. i'll punch you so hard that you'll be crying like a little boy." you warned or, well, tried to then why did you take a step back immediately?
simple because akutagawa had the ability to make you grow shy and flustured with even a glance so when he took a step towards you, you took one back on instinct as you felt joy twirl your heart in a dance.
"yeah? then why are you moving backwards princess? c'mere and punch me." akutagawa smirked as he said so and you shook your head, trying not to smile as you kept on walking backwards.
and as you did, your eyes went up and down to check the man stalking towards you, akutagawa isn't the most muscular and is more on the lean side yet he still had some assets, from his pale veiny hands to the soft abs hidden by the white short sleeved t-shirt and a leather jacket on top of it. black always did look the best when he wore it after all.
you kept on walking backwards and akutagawa kept on walking forwards ; the dance of the predator and the prey came to an end when the back of your knee bumped against his gaming chair and taking it as an opportunity, akutagawa took a big step forwards and pushed you on the chair with his knees.
you sat on the chair and your eyes immediately widened as the camera lens mocked you from your peripheral vision yet it was the least of your concerns when akutagawa leaned down, placing both his palms on the armrests, the cigarette between his lips as he smirked down at you like a predator who finally has its prey cornered.
if only one of you two could turn your heads to watch the chat going in a frenzy at this unexpected act, then maybe things wouldn't have escalated further but then again, perhaps akutagawa had been searching for this opening to make it clear to everyone that he belonged to someone.
"stop or i'll punch you for real ryu." you smiled up, leaning back on the chair as you bit your lip to suppress the smile which threatened to break on your face.
"go for it, let's see if you actually have the guts princess." akutagawa challenged but when he tried to move back to stand straight, your fingers found themselves clasping around his hand as you did not want him to end this moment.
so with a smile, you took on his challenge as you raised your knee up to hit him on his stomach, akutagawa stopped you immediately as his hand grasped your knee and he pulled it up to make your leg wrap around his waist, keeping you in that position.
"say you are sorry." akutagawa said but you only scoffed, tilting your head.
"or else what? you are going to cry to your mommy little boy?" your cockiness was thrown out of the window the moment akutagawa used his other hand to do the same for your other leg as he did with the first one before he twisted both of your bodies so that he would be the one sitting on the chair and you on his lap.
"who let that tongue of your's get so sharp?" akutagawa titled his head as he grasped your chin between his fingers, looking at the screen to make sure the chat doesn't find this too offending and once he saw the positive response overtaking the negative one, akutagawa smirked a bit to make this more memorable for his viewers before he raised his eyes from your lips to your cheeks to your nose to your eyes, completing a journey in which his eyes feasted upon you and your features.
you do not reply yet only smile as you let him toy with you, finding it hard to not smile when he turns your face to the sides using your chin before letting go of your chin but his assault on your face continues as he lightly smacked you -- perhaps the correct term would be 'gently patting' your cheek if we judge his action and the force he used to carry it.
"answer me." akutagawa mumbled but when he saw you bite your lip as you tried not to smile, he gently smacked your other cheek, entertained by your reactions.
"why should i?" your words hitted the right spots as akutagawa sighed, leaning down on the chair as he adjusted himself and you on his lap before he looked at the chat, smacking you again and making your head turn to the other side.
"wait who was gonna tell me he has a gf?"
"what a daddy. daddy daddy daddy."
"MANSPREADING?? HELLOEWTDD???"
"i moaned and something else purred."
"kiss kiss, fall in love."
"did he run out of topics? what's the use of bringing his gf to this stream?"
"bros desperation is showing."
"what are her socials? i am sure i can treat her better."
oh.
ideas are ideals yet ideas are dangerous if thought about without morality and resistance.
and akutagawa does not entertain any thoughts of this kind where people think they are free to imagine themselves with what akutagawa had already claimed as his.
for akutagawa is a possessive man, quite territorial in his nature.
his eyes narrow like how a tiger's does when it sees someone, a unwelcomed guest in its territory.
the tiger takes a step forwards slowly. akutagawa licked his bottom lip before he decided to take in your appearance to see your chest rising and falling calmly as you breath through your nose, the way your eyelids move when you blink to hide your preety irises from him temporarily before showing itself to him again, the way you are silently smack your lips as you wait for akutagawa to do something or say something yet all he does is stare at you while listening to the comments piling in by every passing second, no doubt many more would've had commented how they think they can treat you better then him.
how on earth can they even begin to think of such a big misunderstanding and how can they, with the passing second, continue to believe the little delusion their mind created for them?
there is a freeze in the muscles of the tiger before it begins to run towards the intruder. akutagawa's hand grasped both of your wrists before he brought them down, pinning them on top of your pubis mound as he leaned up to place his lips on your's, moving them slowly at first as his other hand grabbed your nape to move your face away from the camera and more towards him.
"won't apologise? you wanna keep on being stubborn?" akutagawa rasped, his breath getting a bit heavier as it is desire that is pushing down on his lungs everytime you or he moved, he could feel the outline of your dripping core on his crotch and near it and as you rubbed yourself on his thighs unconsciously during said movements, it drove him insane due to how restricted he is from freely touching you.
it all made sense. the reason for you to barge in and to try and provoke him and as akutagawa grinned at the realization, he smacked your cheek again. "such a needy princess, ain't ya?"
akutagawa had whispered out as to not let anyone else hear him yet his voice came out throaty as he did so, making it sound as if it had a hint of growl in it and that made your cunt to squeeze around nothing as more arousal dripped out of you and onto the fabric of your panties. you only nodded, licking your lip as akutagawa turned the chair around more so your bodies wouldn't be directly visible to the camera.
"so this is why you came to ruin my stream? because your pathetic fingers don't hit the same as your boyfriend's?" akutagawa mocked as he played with your bottom lip by flicking it, akutagawa raised his eyes to look at you as he smirked and let his hand (which was previously playing with your bottom lip) to trail along your cheek before cupping the curve of your jaw, "apologise to me already mommy."
akutagawa had softened his tone at the last part on purpose to make you feel breathless and breathless you were. your hands would've grabbed the collar of his jacket had it not been for his hand pining both of your's down.
akutagawa immediately leaned up to push his lips against your's as he pulled back as quickly yet didn't tilt his head back, choosing to remain in that proximity to tease you further knowing you and him share the same disadvantage of being unable to move freely.
"are you gonna stop --" you words were bought to a halt when akutagawa leaned in again to bump his lips against your's, the short moment of skin contact was frustrating to you,
--stop stream -- " you closed your eyes tightly before opening them again and akutagawa's hands grabbed your hips to adjust you to hide his crotch which is slowly growing hard under you, this caused your hands to be free and you immediately buried them under his shirt to lightly trace through his slight abs, your touch didn't feel as tickling as it felt stimulating for him, a light pink blushed coated his cheeks.
this had caused his eyes to widen and when his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, a sheet of satisfaction covered you as you slowly parted your legs to have your clothed cunt press up against his crotch more.
"ryu . . . are you gonna stop streaming now or do i have to fuck myself infront of all your viewers to get you --" your words stopped, eyes closed and your hands tracing his abs laid flat out against them when akutagawa tsked mocking, immediately capturing your lips with his.
he moved his lips with aggression and desperation as both of his hands raised slowly up your body, slithering up your sides before one rested on your collarbone in such a way that his thumb pressed against your collarbone while the other four fingers were digging into your shoulders.
akutagawa quickly separated as he raised his hand to smack you on the cheek, leaning near your ear to mutter,
"what a needy slut you are, princess. you wanna let my viewers see how much of a cock hungry slut you are? go on, make a fool out of yourself f'me." akutagawa tilted his head.
his words made your thighs twitch yet you quickly shook your head as your hands clawed at his abs as if desperately trying to hold him, "n-no ryu, 'm sorry, ryu really. please ryu. sorry, 'm really sorry. for real."
your words came out smoothly in a whiny tone as you pecked his lips after every 'sorry' you pronounced and this action of attaining forgiveness and reawaken some slept on softness in his heart made akutagawa grin.
not smile but grin almost close to a smirk as the cockiness radiated off of him.
"you are sorry? really? won't be a brat anymore, right princess?" akutagawa mimicked you by pecking your lips after every sentence he spoke and when you parted your lips to speak, akutagawa shoved his index and middle finger down your mouth as the pads of both the fingers pressed down on your tongue to make you unable to speak or even close your mouth.
"shh. be a good girl and take it." akutagawa said while he pressed down on your tongue more while pushing his fingers deep till they were in knuckles deep, your gags and the saliva dripping down your chin made his cock harden up more.
the saliva dripped down your chin slowly made it hard for akutagawa to remain still, his legs twitched and he pressed down ever harder on your tongue making you jerk up as you looked at him through blurry eyes, the sight causing him to tilt his head back and moan and when he did so, his adam's apple bobbing up and down was a sight for your eyes to feast upon.
"f-fuck it." akutagawa stuttered and cursed as he tilted his head back up before immediately pulling his fingers out of your mouth and instead, replacing it with his lips on your's.
immediately, he pushed on his heels to roll the chair forwards, the wheels of the chair crushed the cigarette which dropped from his hand long ago and along with that, so did his stream end. after doing so, akutagawa's eyes shifted to you again as he lightly digged his teeth on your bottom lip thrice or twice as he leaned back on the chair to sit more comfortably, hands on your curves to guide you to lean back with him.
akutagawa's hands trailed up your body, squeezing the flesh along the way before one rested on your jaw as he gripped it with his fingers while the other once again went lower to grab and grope the flesh of your ass now, akutagawa's lips moved against your's before he began to leave little pecks on your bottom lip for a few seconds.
as he separated, akutagawa looked at the monitor to make sure the stream has ended and once he made sure of it, he turned his head back at you again to see you breathing heavily as you looked at him him with half lidded eyes as you licked your lips.
"how can i not give you my entire world when you are such a patient princess f'me?" akutagawa groaned, grabbing your hips again as he lifted himself from the chair, turning you two around before making you sit at the edge of his chair while he went down on his knees, looking up at you.
"ryu --"
"i know princess," akutagawa intrupted your whine as he clasped both of his plams with yours, pulling your arms and wrapping it around his neck which made you lean down towards him. akutagawa tilted his head up, once again kissing you while his hands undid your shorts knot and slipped under it to rub over the wet patch he felt before too, over your slit.
"let me reward you now, yeah?" akutagawa mumbled in the short course of time where his lips separated from your's before he began to kiss you again, his tongue slipping through the small partition between your upper and bottom lip which you created to allow him access inside.
his tongue swiped over your teeth once before he used his free hand to grab your palms which were turned into fists behind his head, pulling on both of your fists to pull you closer towards him and have his lips pressed dangerously close to your's.
his teeth clashed against your's while his tongue flicked your own, he pulled back slightly to have his attention on your bottom lip as he digged his teeth into it, drawing out a few beads of blood from your lip.
he immediately moved towards your upper lip as he left a gentle and soft peck on it, his finger which was rubbing your slit now moved up to pinch your clit which made you softly cry out.
as akutagawa's finger lowered towards your slit again, so did his lips as they sucked on your bottom lip as he sucked out the blood. your hands grabbed his hair tightly as he leaned up while still being on his knees to push you back onto the chair and he used his hand to push your legs apart and towards your chest after your back was supported by the back of the chair.
two of his fingers immediately plunged into your hole and you moaned out against his mouth which lead him to once again dig his teeth into your lip to draw out even more blood.
your hold on his hair tightened as he showed no mercy, as if the concept is foreign to him with the way he pushed and pulled his fingers out of you so fast, your chest heaved up and down with each thrust.
you were only given limited oxygen to breath into as akutagawa's attacks on your bottom lip didn't halt for even a second, alternatively sucking on your bottom lip and sucking the blood out or drawing more beads of blood out of your lip.
it was when he felt your walls tightening around his fingers that he raised his thumb to rub aggressive and quick circles around your clit, his lips leaving yours as you began loudly moaning and whimpering while your body shook as it prepared for the upcoming and quick orgasm though you didn't expect it to leave your body in such a way.
every nook and corner of your body felt the farewell of the orgasm as pleasure replaced it, your back arched as you leaned back even more on his chair, almost sobbing as akutagawa licked his lips and watched how your legs shook while you squirted, your panties and shorts getting wet was a sight that made his cock harden up even more.
akutagawa immediately grabbed your throat to pull you near him, not caring if you are still breathing heavily due to the orgasm or how your body is shaking, he watched your red and swollen bottom lip and parted his lips, pressing his down on it to experiment with it and see if the pressure of his tongue could draw out blood or not as he once again began to aggressively rub your clit and he whispered out, hot breath colliding with your mouth,
"give me one more princess? --" akutagawa paused to smirk cockily, poking your lip with his tongue. you parted your lips and he immediately began to suck on your upper lip, leaving it only to lick your bottom lip and suck on it softly instead.
your hands shakily grabbed the armrests of the chair to stabilize your shaky body as akutagawa's one hand was choking you lightly while the other was rubbing your clit and when he felt your body tense again.
"make a mess f'me please mommy." akutagawa whispered and watched you crumble down again as your body lost its strength and your head tilted back as your lips parted while you breathed out, short and rushed.
yet akutagawa wasn't one for mercy as he watched with awe at how he was able to make you squirt again, a odd sense of pride settling on his heart and mind.
immediately, akutagawa grabbed both sides of your waist to lift you up and turned both of you around again to make you sit on his lap again, spreading his legs to have you directly above his crotch and he didn't care for how you stained or made his jeans wet.
all he cared was to watch how you let out a dry sob when he humped up against you, the fabric of his jeans colliding with your wet panties and shorts which in turn, made contact with your swollen and sensitive clit and cunt, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through your body.
"ry-- ry-- yu --- ry --" you cry out again as you weren't given the chance to speak out his name even once as everytime you tried to call out his name, akutagawa humped up against you and left you a moaning and trembling mess.
"what's wrong mommy? thought you wanted to be fucked stupid? hm?" akutagawa innocently asked yet the smug smirk on his face told you just how much he enjoyed seeing you be a mess for him.
akutagawa raised his hand to cup your jaw and pull you closer, he affectionately rubbed the tip of his nose against your's before once again thrusting up against you which made you let out a choked moan.
"my preety princess." he planted a soft peck on your swollen lips before his eyes narrowed and he smirked as he whispered,
"i will make sure to make such a mess out of you tonight . . . mommy." akutagawa teased mockingly as he scoffed and smirked once more before grabbing your hips to lift you up and pull down your shorts and panties just enough to let him see the arousal and cum dripping down your inner side and making a puddle on your panties.
akutagawa exhaled a shaky breath before bringing his hand near your clit and taping his knuckles against it to watch how you jerk up, letting out an affectionate sigh.
"such a preety thing, 's all for me, right?" akutagawa raised his eyes to look at you who was too fucked out to even reply and so, he clicked his tongue before raising his hand up to smack you with the back of his palm, (again, let's not forget that the force of his smacks hadn't once changed and continued to remain gentle).
"i asked you something, ain't you supposed to answer me mommy?" akutagawa raised his eyebrows as he pressed down on your clit yet again and watched leisurely how you jerked up, frantically nodding.
"use your words. you aren't mute, right?" akutagawa commanded and his smugness increased when he watches you sob as you shake your head for he knew just as well as you how he is making it hard for anything other then moans to leave your lips and he cooed as he raised one of his hands to wipe away the sweat forming on your forehead while the other hand had pulled down his zipper
"fine. you wanna be ungrateful to me after i've been so nice to you princess? go ahead and humor me." akutagawa grinned at the way you shook your head while he lifted you up using your thighs, quickly pulling his jeans and boxers down with much effort till they were pooled by his feet and he immediately pushed you down on his hardened and angry cock.
"-yo -- 's your's ry -- ahh - ryu! all of me -- is -- it's your's!!" you end up screaming out as he immediately begin thrusting into you and akutagawa hummed as he watched you shakily wrap your arms around his shoulder, clawing at his leather jacket as you lay your head down on his shoulder only for him to grab your nape to pull your head back so he could stare at your fucked out expression, and before he spoke, he smacked your cheek again as your head turned to the other side due to how lightheaded you feel as you feel another orgasm approaching you.
"such a good girl but don't you dare hide your face. let me see how much i am making you feel good, 'kay mommy? wanna see you as i fuck you stupid." akutagawa whispered and paused for a moment to watch you ; your back is arched as your nails dig into his leather jacket while your eyes are squinted as you try your best to not break the eye contact and akutagawa ran a hand through his hair to push his hair back, chuckling breathlessly before he groaned out, "fuck. fuck me mommy -- let me fuck you mommy. what a hot beauty you are."
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Okay but >.> continuing my Marvel thoughts?
I got two of um?
First being? Don't Orange and Green go together? *looks it up* Aaaaaay~ "Direct harmony, also known as complementary colors, means pairing your key color with the color sitting on the opposite side of the color wheel." They DO!!! They're a classic example, in fact!
The Orange Soul Stone? Probably looks REAL good, real NATURAL even, against that Green sky! Bet it REALLY pops! Very stand out statement piece, you know? But? More importantly? That thing is sentient. All of those Pillars of Reality across the various Verses are.
And?
I bet it thought Pariah was a lil bitch.
Rank Vibes. Negative ris. Pick your words for it, the man was NASTY. He was too keep his filthy, filthy World's Conquering hands OFF of this Soul Stone. Something, I imagine? That ALL the Soul Stones agreed with.
Yes, I said all of um.
Because the various Realities each need their own. But! They can and DO work from the Zone, which is the PERFECT place to hide. And honestly? They like to get together and do this thing? Where they're all "oooh~ look at US! We are SUPER IMPRESSIVE Kingly Jewelry~☆! Definitely no important reality bending Rocks Of Great Power HERE! No SIR! We're just tooootally rad jeeeeewelryyyyy~~~☆! Oooooooh~☆"
They like to have fun. :3
Hope Danny likes Orange. Ha ha... trick question. He doesn't have a CHOICE! All SORTS of Death based Reality Pillars are rocking up, in their metaphorical Gucci sweat suits and shades with a margarita, going "oh thank ME, babe. The last guy was AWFUL! You're soooo much better? Now let me rub myself all over you. It's been ages and baby needs to recharge on Death Energy."
Danny hates it? So? So much?
He looks like a GAUDY PIRATE. *nnnnnnyooom!* *THWAP!* *Another reality shaking, highly sacred, Godly Staff of Death or whatever they decided to call it, flys in through a nearby window and nearly concusses him as it smacks itself against his upper back and sticks there*
He looks like a walking junk heap of sacred artifacts.
You ever been pelted by rocks? He has! Little orange rocks! Like fucked up hail! Welcome to kinghood, Danny, have a CONCUSSION! D:< he hates it!
But... but, I mean... At Least It's Not The SWORDS. (Panicked scream of "hit the deck!" from the other room.) (Holy sword number 15 wants to CUDDLE! Bare blade first! Dodge, your Majesty! DODGE!)
So yeah.
Danny? In A MOOD. Not feeling particularly FRIENDLY. It's not anyone's fault, really. But... well... you can't exactly negotiate with these fuckers, you know? Rocks are by NATURE, kinda stubborn.
So he's sitting there. Buried. With what he's pretty sure is a sacred text digging into his side. When a... glowing? Mist? Shows up? Huh. That's new. They don't seem to have a very clear image of "Self". Yet it's crystal clear? Just not... PHYSICAL? It's more... code? He thinks?
TECHNUS! Get over here! And behave!
There is much cooing and delight from Technus. The baby is a marvel. A wonder! Danny waits patiently for Technus to get to the point.
Ah.
He would like to "go back". His Obsession is demanding it.
IS it now? You're what? Maybe a day or so dead? You've been busy, if you've already gathered enough information to make your case like this. Alright, let's hear it, little guy.
It boils down to this. His obsession in death is the same as his primary directive was in life. Protect Mr Stark. Which is especially difficult to do from HERE. Even MORE so when there is a known threat, coming too...
WAIT, WHAT!?
The Souls Stones back him up. Oh yeah. Thanos' a lil bitchbaby loser. He's trying to make Death fall in love with him. Or "balance the universe". Depends on the reality. Totally throwing EVERYTHING out of whack.
And? Look. Danny's job? Isn't to interfere if countries kill each other. Or even planets. Nor entire galaxies, as much as he'd like too. But when you get too "I'm messing with Entire Realities or all of a Singular Reality at once in the specific depart of Death and its subsidiaries" territory? THAT is his job.
Might not be a "I personally have to show up" issue. But it still IS very much his job at that point. He has to delegate. Order the appropriate steps be taken. Cause yeah, there may be countless millions every day of such instances? But it IS his job to metaphorically order the roads repaired and the building inspected.
Sudden MASS "immigration"?
That causes Lair disputes. Confusion. Too many ghosts in too small an area. And WORSE, if people start playing with Death Pillars? The Zone might get dragged into whatever nonsense they're up too! It's like children playing with heavy machinery! Put that DOWN! Cease! Desist!!
And then? Clockwork shows up looking Mildly Miffed(TM). O:> dear lord. What madness has he stumbled upon? Oh. Oh of COURSE. First the "balancing" dude and now they're going to be playing with time travel. THATS IT. Someone unburying me!
I'm gonna go menace some humans that might actually believe I'm scary! Frighty! Pack up and shine your armor! Your coming too! We're escorting the baby home then have a Talk(tm) with the local Grape Ceral!
@hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @hdgnj
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A friend who, unfortunately, likes JC defended him a lot to me when I was first watching the donghua then read the novels. Perfectly honest, I thought he was a loser but my friend kept defending him for being able to pull the Jiang sect together after the LP massacre but...I don't know? Did he really? wasn't it more WWX's reputation that pulled the sect up and high? Is JC actually a good leader? I have trouble seeing that
Hi anon 😊
Ah yes, I have been there as well unfortunately!
Although I was respectful of their opinion, it seems we no longer talk haha 😆 Perhaps it was something to do with the time they claimed JC hunting down and torturing innocent people who used guidao was "just a baseless rumour" - to which I casually responded with proof it was certainly not a rumour. I mean, JC literally encouraged JL to kill them and feed them to his dog for a start 😂 I don't think that was a joke in the slightest lmao. Honestly, I didn't expect them to take offence at the evidence proving otherwise, since we enjoyed discussing the novel and debating such things anyway! But, hey-ho!
Hmm, the whole "restoring the Jiang sect to its former glory" debate is a major source of discourse between MDZS fans! I mean, JC did join forces with the Twin Jades of Lan and launch a surprise attack on the Wens in order to secure their confiscated swords. Which I have to say, I always found so hypocritical and two faced of him to do... You know, considering he not only unjustly blamed LWJ for everything that happened to LP, but even wished WWX had left him and JZX to die in the cave prior to the attack as well! And he calls WWX shameless...
But even so, JC seems to have worked hard in the three months WWX was missing. Attacking the Wens supervisory offices and hunting down WC alongside LWJ and the respective cultivators under their command. Even WWX praised his efforts when they were all reunited. So credit where credit is due, I guess.
That being said, it works both ways! WWX's efforts should not be ignored either - which I often find the case whenever JC is praised for his accomplishments regarding the Jiang sect. WWXs new cultivation path is what helped them gain an upper hand during the Sunshot campaign, he garnered much praise and admiration during the war - it was only in the aftermath that people began to turn against him, especially seeing the obvious lack of loyalty or protection from JC. But WWXs guidao most certainly helped rebuild the sect's reputation and enticed new disciples as well. JC even gave his blessing for WWX to showcase his cultivation during the Mount Baifeng night-hunt, in order to recruit even more disciples! So I agree with you, WWX's new cultivation path was one of the driving forces in helping elevate the sect to its former glory, perhaps even beyond.
As for whether JC is a good sect leader? Honestly? No.
Evidence would suggest otherwise, in my opinion. Some like to pretend JC is the beloved sect leader of Yunmeng - but that's far from the case. He's made the sect less approachable, closed its doors to the public and scared away those seeking help on matters he doesn't deem worthy of his attention.
The general public seem frightened of him because of his awful personality and the fact they have witnessed him torturing innocent people. His own disciples seem to feel like they have to walk on eggshells around him and be careful of his famous temper. He seems more focused on pushing JL beyond his limits and imposing his own insecurities on the poor kid than actually helping others with their problems. When he's not doing that, he's off hunting down his latest unsuspecting victims to torture and do god knows what to!
So no, I don't consider him to be a particularly good sect leader, his priorities do not align with what I (or I would assume most others) would consider as such. A great leader is able to get along with others and inspire their disciples. They should also be able to secure backing from the general public by being present and approachable when issues arise.
Let's put it this way - LWJ was given the title 'Hanguang-jun' a title befitting of how the public perceive him, righteous and willing to help others. JC also has a title, that of 'Sandu Shengshou', which is in relation to a Buddhist saying regarding the three poisons - the root of all turmoil. Certainly not a good public image to have! Even the general tone of anyone talking about him isn't overly respectful - people rarely call him by his courtesy name unless they are addressing him directly. Otherwise, it's his birth name, which of course, is highly disrespectful unless you are very familiar with said person. MXTX made a deliberate choice for the public to call him 'Jiang Cheng' instead, so it is certainly significant and shows us that he is not well respected or liked by the general public and even other cultivators! This is in the first few chapters as well! All in order to set the tone of how JC is perceived. I mean, even the narrator (which is of course a stand alone entity/person and not WWX as many wrongly assume) calls him JC instead 😂
Overall, I think JC did put effort into building his sect up again, but WWX certainly deserves equal credit for that as well. That being said, it doesn't alter the fact he's not a very good leader in the sense I would consider, and I think that's been made more than apparent in the text as well.
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࣪ ᰍ könig head cannons ノへ￣
notes: this is completely 100% my opinion and thoughts on König so if there's something that you don't agree with in this im sorry pls don't hate on me!!! all reblogs and likes are sososososo appreciated :3
König who always accidentally hit his head on doorframes or open cabinet doors.
König whos mask probably reeks of sweat.
König who thinks alcohol and cigarettes are disgusting. I cant see him drinking or smoking at all.
König who probably isn't the most attractive man underneath his mask.
König who has stretch marks on his biceps.
König who is a nerdy starwars fan at heart. The type of man to collect starwars figurines and lego sets, they're scattered across his room.
König who doesn't know how to properly tie his shoes. He learned how to tie them in the 'bunny rabbit ear' method in elementary school and just stuck with that his entire life. They literally always come undone.
König who has the worst handwriting in human history. It looks like scribbles and they're very spaced out. The only way it'll look nice is if he writes in all upper case letters.
König who sleeps shirtless even when it's cold. He gets uncomfortable in a shirt, HATES the sleeves. As a matter of fact.. he'll cut off the sleeves on every shirt that has sleeves.
König who is a actual loser.
König who has a roman nose.
König who likes girls that are slightly chubby. I literally can NOT see a guy like König mess with girls who are short and petite. HE LOVES CHUB.
König who texts like someones dad. "OK." or the "On my way!" messages. He religiously uses emojis too. (specifically the thumbs up emoji...)
König who never drinks water. his favorite drink diet coke there's no debate.
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Spoiler warning if no one has seen Hazbin Hotel!
Warning big rant
Ok so this had already been pointed out, but I wanted to point it out again because I find it really interesting.
Both Husk and Angle are on leashes to powerful overlords. They both bond over this, knowing the other is a ‘loser’ tied to a deranged demon. Who uses them for their needs. But you can see that the chains are very different.
Husk who is on Alastor’s leash can be seen with a tighter chain.
While Angles chains are more loose and rusty.
Husk doesn’t have much freedom, he was forced to stay at the hotel, forced to serve drinks, and based on Mimzy's statements, he has been doing that for a while. Husk has been around Alastor a lot, he’s had enough time to learn that Alastor was also on a leash. (Husk never says that to him again, I want you to live.)
Husk losing his soul to alastor which seemed to be over a gamble or a bet, made sense, given how Husk was once an overlord with power, and he felt that he couldn't be beaten and he shouldn’t fear anything. Which alastor took advantage of, even when alastor saw other demons weak he still kept his guard up and never let them know what he was really feeling. Always smiling, having the upper hand.
When we look at Husk strings compared to Angles, you can see that Angles are more twisted and messy, while Husk is more strict and ordered. Which relates to the demon who owns their soul clearly.
By what Angle said to Val, Angle only has to do as he says at work, which is properly why Angle moved out. When he's at the hotel he gets to have more freedom, yes Val is still messaging him, but Angle isn’t tied to post.
Which is probably why Husk gets frustrated with angles about putting on an act, and still acting like val is around. The fact that he is able to be away from the person holding his leash, even for a moment, he can be who he wants for a short amount of time. While Husk is never far from Alastor, whenever he is needed by him, no matter what he's doing, no matter where he is, Alastor just needs to snap his fingers and he's there. In the pilot we see this, when Husk was clearly in a poker game, and Alastor called him in to be a bartender. He even mentions in episode one that he is forced to be there. Although in the 7th episode it seemed like he did stay there willingly, alastor was gone, and Husk could have left and just waited for alastor to make him go back again. Same thing with angle he could have stayed with cherry or in the worst case scenario go back to val. But both chose to stay, because they wanted to. All Alastor told Husk to do was to be a bartender, and Angle was living there rent free. Both had chains but not tied directly to the hotel. Husk and Angle even admit that they like the place and consider each other friends.
It's interesting seeing the difference between Husk and Angles leashes based off their owners. Angle is mistreated by Val.
Val uses Angle for his own pleasure, abused for the heck of it, and is threatened constantly. Val makes Angle be his little toy, his little play thing, using him for benefit. Angle can’t speak much to Val, at first at least, he stands up to him when his friends are being involved. But before you can see that Angle didn’t want to tell charlie that he's on a leash with Val,
Alastor uses Husk for things he seems to be good at, as Mimzy said he does drinks for him, but it seems that Husk doesn’t need to act a certain way, alastor never tells him to fix his attitude when he sees Husk speaking, how Husk is vocal about how alastor makes him do things, shown in the pilot and episode 1. Even Though alastor teases Husk, calling him his pet, but alastor doesn’t really threaten him until he says something that strikes a nerve or something that insults him.
The big difference here is that Val immediately hits angle, no warning just hits him, or makes angle do something more disturbing. Alastor gave Husk a fearful warning, yes death would have been a mercy for Husk compared to what Alastor had originally planned to do to Husk. ‘To broadcast his screams for all to hear’, while val mostly does it behind the door, most likely due to vox’s request, to ‘save’ their image.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#source: hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel angel dust
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Little Toy Prince: Chapter 2
Summary: After bringing in a wooden Christmas toy Nutcracker, which for some reason, looks like his ex-rival, SMG3 woke up from a noise in the upper floor of his cafe. Little did he know, he will be experiencing the classic Christmas story, without any knowledge of its story.
Tags: Inspired by Barbie in the Nutcracker, Nutcracker Story
Note: Thanks to @shygirl4991 for being my proof-reader for chapter 2! And of course, fixing a lot of my writings to make it more sense mate!
Then midnight finally hits. Everything is peacefully quiet, everyone asleep in their own beds. At least, that was the case until the night was interrupted by the sounds at 3’s Coffee and Bombs. A sound of scratching and squeaking, a person breaking into the Cafe, without causing any damage on the inside.
Meanwhile Three and Eggdog are still sleeping through the night, until Eggdog hears the noise. He tried to wake his dad up by nudging him a bit, but still the man slept away, the sounds from upstairs started to get louder giving Eggdog no choice but to bark loudly, finally waking Three up. Three of course is not happy with it as he asked his son, slightly irritated. “Eggdog! What did I say about-” as he was silently going to say something, the noise got even louder than before. Three and Eggdog looked up as they heard the sounds. “The hell?!” he said in confusion. He thought to himself, he never expected that noise from the upper floor of his Cafe, unless it’s either a robbery or… those vermins… If it’s the latter, it seems like the pest is back. He jumps off his bed and carries Eggdog as he goes up the elevator to check things out.
As he and Eggdog went out of the elevator, he silently walked to the door, and sneakily peeks through it. As he expected, it's those rats, except they brought a visitor it was none other than Depresso or at least he thinks that's him, for some reason he is wearing some kind of tyrant fantasy-like outfit as if he is the king of rats which fits his title but not the outfit. His eyes narrowed, annoyed that it was that clown, though he looked at the counter and noticed that the wooden doll was gone! Did that loser and his vermin followers do something to it? As he thought about it, one of his rats went inside and started to look at him, which caused Three to scream in a high pitch almost slipping, as he held Eggdog tightly, with his pet starting to bark loudly. The rat however instantly left running, but this doesn’t end well as once it starts running to “Depresso”, it gets picked up by him and starts to whisper his ear. SMG3 and Eggdog know that they’re screwed.
“Oh? there’s a person and a dog here you say?” Depresso said in a horrifying tyrannical tone, as if he finally got himself a stupid villain arc, which for Three is clearly laughable. However, he heard something from that clown as if he was giving orders to his servants. “My army! Go and bring them to me, Or at least… try asking them nicely to show themselves to me…” the clown commanded his army. Three meanwhile heard everything as he backed away, shaking at the fact that this pathetic clown just ordered his rat army to bring him in. He could feel panic rise from it.
“Ahh fuck! He’s bringing them in! Is there anything here to fight them back?” Three quivered as he asked his egg son a way to fight back, sure he could just use the bombs, but it will cause a bit of a mess in the Cafe. Eggdog looks around the area and instantly jumps off on his dad’s arm and lands on a box. He jumps on it showing his dad that he could try to look through it and find something in it, Three instantly agrees and rushes through it and sees what item he could use to fight off the vermin.
While Three was doing that, the rats immediately went inside the room. Three noticed, his eyes widened as he shakes even more tryings to get something to defend himself, Eggdog immediately tries to defend his dad from those rats by aggressively barking at them, causing most of them to back off. Eggdog may not be a feline and just an egg-shaped dog but he wont let that stop him from protecting his father, a few of the rats not caring for the aggression start to walk towards him . Thankfully the moment they were starting to close in, Three found some utensils and immediately threw some at them. One gets close to being hit by a fork as Three gets a hold of something, he pulls out peppermint spray “Aha!” calling Eggdog over the pup climbs and gets on his back. Knowing the spray isn't safe for dogs he made sure to cover his son's snout with a mask, once he knew the pup was safe he immediately shook the container and sprayed at the rats. They start to back up from the strong scent of peppermint then begin to run out of the room. Three and Eggdog let out a sigh of relief knowing they were temporarily safe, Eggdog hops into his fathers arm to be carried as they leave the room. The moment they step out of the room they see Depresso right in front of them.
“Alright Depresso, why did you break into my Cafe?” SMG3 asked in an angry tone. “And what in the hell are you even wearing?! You look stupid to be in a fancy tyrannical-looking ass outfit when you're just a stupid clown!” He added as he insulted “Depresso” even more. The clown cackled menacingly at Three’s response, which is not what he expected from the person who can talk to the rats himself. He feels a bit on edge about it, but doesn’t want to lower his guard down. After that, the clown finally responded. “Ah… is this how you respond to royalty?” he said in a monotonous voice as if he was trying to intimidate. “As someone who has ruled a realm filled with dead memes? Heh, I doubt you’re even royalty.” Three talks back at the clown with sass. “Talking back to me eh? Well then…” He grabbed and held some kind of powder. “I'd like to see you try saying that again with this!” Before Three could say anything, “Depresso” blew the powder right at his and his egg son’s face with no problem,as if it was instantaneous. They coughed at the fact the clown just did that.
“Ugh! What was that for-” As SMG3 was about to say something else, he opened his eyes and noticed how it got a bit foggy. He felt confused, how could a simple blowing of a powder right into his face just become a fog? He however noticed that his surroundings felt a bit… bigger? As if the side corner of the Cafe has spaced out. As the fog started to clear things out, he started to look around at his own surroundings as it got much bigger. His eyes go wide at a realization. He and Eggdog got shrunk down somewhere close into the size of a figurine doll. He looks up at the clown horrified as he says something with a steady, yet scary eye contact to Three. “You were saying?” He grinned at the fact the one who talked back to him has gotten smaller. Three nervously laughed and tried to walk back slowly. “Heh, well then! Imma l-let you go back to… w-whatever you were doing! Now excuse me, I-I must go back to my lai-AHH!!” As he turns around ready to make a run for it holding Eggdog tightly, the rats that he sprayed block the path standing right up like a guard. Three backed away slowly as he also felt Eggdog in his arms shaking in fear, until both of them were cornered. They are both fucked.
As the two felt like there was nowhere to run, a mysterious figure rushes through one of the clown rats and carries Three in its arm bridal style, then it jumps on the rats head as if it was doing parkour and goes hiding in the corner where the clown wont see them. It happened so instantaneous Three couldn't figure out who just carried him and Eggdog to safety from the rats since he closed his eyes. Three slowly opened his eyes and looked up seeing the person that carried him away, he got a bit of a glimpse on the person's face “...SMG4?” he said in confusion. The person look’s down causing Three’s eyes to widen as their eyes meet, his eyes aren't ordinary as they were those dotted pupil like doll eyes. The eyes had no sign of emotion almost as if this person is the wooden doll, the nutcracker that he fixed earlier. The Nutcracker places Three down safely on the floor helping him stand “You alright?” he asked, making sure the person that fixed him was okay, Three blushed angrily and looked away from him . Seeing that the Nutcracker shrugged “Imma take that as a yes.”
The Nutcracker then takes a peek to see if the rats and its leader is about to follow them, meanwhile Three stares at the Nutcracker with a confused yet curious look. Something about this scenario felt familiar and yet at the same time not. He was a bit curious on what in the hell that wooden doll was even doing. So he sneakily walked up and asked him. “Uhh, what are you doing?” He said in a quiet yet curious-confused tone. “Just looking if the Rat king’s army has followed us yet” The Nutcracker responded. “Wait, you mean Depresso right?” The Nutcracker looks back at Three. “Is that his nickname you gave him? Wow, sounds fitting for a tyrant not gonna lie” Nutcracker then cackled silently finding it amusing, but for Three, he got a bit confused on what the wooden doll said to him. “Wait, a nickname?! Does he actually have a different name?!” SMG3 asked quietly. “Oh no, his name is just Rat king.” Nutcracker answered. “He used to have a different name, but it ain’t that important.” He then turned his head back looking out on those vermin armies.
“Rat king…” Three trailed off silently hearing that name. The name caused him to remember that SMG4 blabbed about that Christmas story that he never heard about before which also includes about the Nutcracker and the Rat king, with some story adaptation about the heroine getting shrunk down into a small size. Wait! Rat king… Shrunk down… The Nutcracker… oh no… Three realized what's going on right now. He’s THAT heroine. He’s basically Clare, or Marie, or whatever that girl’s name is! All he can think about is he is experiencing a Christmas story, with himself playing a role as that heroine… He wants to know if this a nightmare or a reality because he didn't ask for this to happen! As Three stands there lost in thought, Eggdog barks at him as if he is asking if his dad is okay. Three didn’t realize that he was slightly sweating right now, shaken even, but he is still stuck in his own mind, causing Eggdog to continually barking concernedly. The Nutcracker then turns his back as he starts to notice that Three is a little freaked out. He was about to ask if he’s okay, but was then interrupted by a loud shout of the Rat king.
“YOU STUPID PIECES OF WOOD!!” Rat king yelled, in which Three finally snapped out of his own thoughts. “EVEN AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN THROWN AWAY AS A WOODEN HUSK, YOU STILL CAME BACK ALIVE?!”
“Well clearly you didn’t know that even after I was turned to this, I am still much alive!” The Nutcracker replied back with a sass. “It just needed some time to get myself to move again with this form you cursed upon me with your “desperate” dust!” This angered the Rat King more as he started to stomp his foot down from frustration. “GUARDS! AFTER HIM! BREAK HIM INTO LITTLE PIECES IF YOU ALL HAVE TOO!” He ordered his guards. “And while you’re at it, GO CATCH THAT BEARD MAN AND HIS WEIRD SHAPED MUTT!” With all of the guards in full force trying to capture them. The Nutcracker then grabs Three’s hand and makes a run for it. “Well! Time for me to find you guys a better hiding place!”
“W-wa-wait-aaAAH-!” Three then gets dragged by his ex-rival wooden look-alike, trying to catch up to him while also trying to escape the Rat King’s guard.
Three still couldn’t comprehend the situation he is stuck in, there was no goddamn way to get back to his own secret sanctuary. And what did the wooden doll mean “desperate dust”? Is that the one the Rat king blew at his and Eggdog’s face that got them shrunk? Did he actually silently wish for that because he is deep down pissed at his sass? Either way, his own thought was once again stopped as the wooden doll found the hiding spot for him and his egg son. Nutcracker then unhand Three’s hand and tells them the order. “You stay right here alright? I’m going to deal with this business of mine.” And without a chance for Three to speak up, The Nutcracker ran off. Three then silently stood there, frustratedly flustered at the wooden doll.
Nutcracker runs as he tries to face the rodent-clown tyrant himself. He climbed onto a counter, and instantly hid in the giant coffee machine. He looks around a bit making sure that those vermin guards didn’t follow him, which thankfully they didn’t. Unfortunately however, what he did not expect was that the Rat king is right behind him. “Hiding somewhere?” The Nutcracker jumped a bit as he heard the king’s voice. What he did not expect is that he seems to have shrunk himself to his actual height, no longer the height of a giant. Seems like he only did it so he could have a possible rematch The Nutcracker thought to himself, which he could lose as he has no weapon to defend himself. He backed away slowly as the Rat King approached him slowly. He looks around and sees a purple yet funny looking dagger, as he instantly snatches it and points at the tyrant. The Rat King laughs at what The Nutcracker points at him, as he is mocking at him.
“You really think you could fight me with that?!” “I may as well try” he responded. “I am not letting myself lose to you again.” The Nutcracker starts his first move by trying to stab The Rat King, but he brings out his sword and instantly deflects the wooden doll’s attack. The tyrant then made his next move by trying to hastily slice the doll, only for him to deflect the move as well. The clown still continues swinging his sword to his opponent, as he tries doing that the wooden doll keeps deflecting its move as he tries to defend himself. However, deflecting with a supposed dagger will not last long as the wooden toy feels that he’s gonna lose this battle.
Meanwhile, SMG3 watches that battle not so far off from his hiding spot. Even though it's not exactly his ex-rival, he can feel that the wooden doll is having trouble fighting back the clown-tyrant. He exasperatedly sighed as he felt there was no other choice, there's a high chance that the giant rat army would catch him on sight if he just stay in his spot for too long, but he doesn’t know what to do to even help that doll until he heard the bark from Eggdog. He silently went up to his egg son, and asked silently “What is it boy? What did you find?” His egg son runs and points at what seems to be a giant hole gap. He followed Eggdog to go through it. The other side of it is the backroom, except much larger. Three looks around the area a bit while still following his meme son. He then heard the bark again as Eggdog seemed to found something. What he and his egg son found is a large size of supplies of different kinds of powder, mainly for bombs, with some coffee powder in there. Three is however confused. Why did his meme son even bring him here? Did Eggdog just wanna show him how much bigger the area and the items are? Because yea, he already knows about it terrifyingly enough. However, that is not what Eggdog wanted for Three to see as he pointed at what seemed to be a bag that had a small ripped on it, causing a bit of powder to fall out of it.
Three then looks at the somewhat small pile of powder and takes a closer look at it. It seems that the powder he was seeing is a mixture of explosive and sleeping powder, still confused, he looked at his meme son. Eggdog then slightly runs into the area where there is presumably plastic and leftover string, as his dad stares at him, thankfully Three got it after a bit of analyzing. SMG3 then kneels down, and pet his meme son on his head with his empty hand to compliment him. “Good idea Eggdog! This might do the trick!” Eggdog replies back with an affectionate bark, as his way to say “you’re welcome dad!”.
Back at the top of the counter, The Rat King may have won the sword-dagger duel with The Nutcracker as he is now cornered. He pointedly directs the sword to the wooden toy, and laughs menacingly. “You fought well for a wooden husk, but I think it’s time for me to end you for real…” He ready his sword as he was about to swing it to his wooden opponent. “Any last word… Sweet Prince?” As The Nutcracker was to say anything, both of them got interrupted with a shouted voice. “OI CLOWN FACE!” The Rat King turns around looking angrily offended as it was revealed to be SMG3 who calls for him, with Eggdog right beside him. Three then throws something at him. “HOPE YOU LIKE HAVING A MIDNIGHT SNACK!” It hit right into the clown-tyrant’s face, he caught it and stared confused from what seemed to be a giant crumb of cheese. The Rat King released a “HA!” in a mocking manner.
“What are you gonna make me do with this? Eat it and poison me to death?!” The Rat King replied in a mocking tone at Three. Three then confidently respond as he knows what’s going to happen next. “Wanna bet?” Three points at the “cheese” he threw at the clown, in which then The Rat King felt it shaking in his hand. His eyes widen as it explodes into his face, with the sleeping powder forming into a powdered cloud. The clown-tyrant coughed until his face fell slammed into the ground. The Nutcracker was surprised at what just happened as he slowly stood up, and took his “dagger”. As The Nutcracker stands, the rat army went up into the counter. Three instantly carried his egg son and were about to make a run for it, as he thought he’s going to get captured from them, only for the vermin avoided him and instantly carried their fallen king, and his sword away from the counter. The rat army instantly jumps off the counter and went into a mouse hole, presumably where they may have entered the Cafe. With that, The Rat King and his army has left.
The Nutcracker then walks up to Three, and tells him with an amazed tone. “I must say, for someone who I assumed to look helpless, I am amazed that you actually-” Three instantly pointed at The Nutcracker’s wooden head with his free hand, as he interrupted his compliment, looking a bit frustratedly tired. “Hold your wooden animatronic mouth shut, and tell me “SMG4”, what the HELL is going on, and TELL ME IF I AM JUST DREAMING!?” Three raises his voice in an angry tone as he tries to ask the wooden toy. The Nutcracker lowered SMG3’s hand and questioned him. “Woah there! Worried much? And who is this “SMG4”? Do you have anything against him?”
“Yea, I ‘m against him for his stupidity,” Three replied to him in a dry tone before it went back to an angry sounding tone, with a hint of desperation “but can you please not change the subject… AND ANSWER MY PREVIOUS QUESTION!! AM I DREAMING, OR NOT?”
The wooden toy expression doesn’t seem to change, but it does have a hint of a concerned sounding tone, as if he doesn’t know if this is a dream or not. On one hand, he felt that this is reality, he can feel that this isn’t a dream, but on the other hand, with how bigger the size of what seems to be an area he doesn’t recognize, it felt more like a dream, or a nightmare even. He answered Three’s previous question with a gloomy sigh. “Look, for right now, this feels like I'm stuck in a dream, but at the same time, I feel like that it’s not. Hope this answered your question sir.”
Hearing that answer made Three feel a bit more frustrated as he facepalm. The situation he is in feels like a dream but due to how many wacky adventures he put himself through with the others, it felt like reality. He then slowly removed his hand on his face, and asked another question to The Nutcracker, looking desperately tired. “Can you at least cast some kind of spell to get me and Eggdog back into our original height?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that as what the Rat King used is irreversible to the others. The “powder” he uses is mainly based on the user’s… let’s just say wishes.” The Nutcracker explains with uncertainty in his answer.
Three sighed as he lowered himself down, with Eggdog trying to comfort his dad. Three has given up, he accepted that he ain’t going to get back to his original height, knowing that by morning the crew will see his current size, and possibly laugh at him for it including his ex-rival. The Nutcracker meanwhile looks at him sadden behind the expressionless wooden face. Seeing someone who he saved, the person that saved him from getting beaten by the clown tyrant in this condition made him feel bad, suddenly he remembered something and had an idea as he instantly asked the person. “Why don’t you come with me to my journey then?” SMG3 lifted his head tilted, and looked at him confused.
“You see, the form that I am in isn’t even my actual form. I… needed to find a way to pretty much get myself back to normal, and the only to do that is find the Sugarplum Fairy. The originator of that dust that the Rat King put a spell on you with.” The Nutcracker explained. After hearing that explanation, Three slowly stood back up and questioned in cynicism to the wooden doll. “And how can you be so sure that is the way to… undo these curses that the clown-face put us in?”
“Well, according to some research before I got cursed, legend says that although you can’t really wish yourself back to your original look as it is the person who uses that dust is desired wish, the Sugarplum Fairy can undo that person’s wishes. At least, I hope that is what I can remember from it.” The Nutcracker responded with confidence to his answer, still a bit unsure if that’s what he remembered. Three feels a bit skeptical with that answer, but does he even have a choice he thought?
Sure that sounded bullshit of a answer for a way to turn back to his original size, but knowing that he is looking at a wooden soldier doll version of his doppelganger, and he is experiencing a Christmas story that Four told him a bit about, it safe to say that really is the only option he has. Three sighed and looked away from the doll. “Fine… I may as well join your stupid mission…”
“Oh! Then that settled it then!” The Nutcracker said in an excited cheery tone. He then looks down on Eggdog and asks somewhat the same question previously to Three “What about you? Wanna join with your owner?” Eggdog replied with an excited bark as he is at least going on a journey with his dad at least, which made Three smile a bit that he has at least a familiar companion with him. With that, Eggdog instantly went to his dad, and got carried back into Three’s arm.
The Nutcracker then started to walk, which Three then followed. The wooden doll looks back at Three, then asks something to him as he holds his funny looking dagger. “Oh uhh, you wouldn’t mind if I used this dagger? It’s a bit funny looking but it is useful nevertheless!” Three looked at the “dagger”, and immediately answered to the wooden toy with a flat tone “That’s a push pin.” “Oh.” The Nutcracker looks back at the push pin and back at Three “Well at least it is strong enough as a dagger! I wonder if I could turn this into a sword though” SMG3 rolled his eyes as The Nutcracker said that. He and the Nutcracker then stopped and looked down as it's a long way down. The Nutcracker then jumps down the counter, with SMG3 trying to follow while holding Eggdog tightly for safety, but as Three landed into a floor, he somewhat lost a bit of his balance, about to slip, he was then stopped by the wooden doll, getting his balance back from it. It did however make Three blushed. The Nutcracker didn’t notice it, as he looked at the mouse hole. “There it is.”
The Nutcracker then let Three go, and started to walk, about to go in the hole. He then looks back at Three. “Well… should we press on?” Three then nodded, with that the wooden toy went inside. SMG3 then follows him. He pauses for a moment, and looks back at the Cafe. Three knows himself that he and his egg son will come back to their home, but right now, they need to undo what The Rat King’s curses on them. With that, Three went inside the mouse hole and continued to follow The Nutcracker.
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Feeding Alligators 35 - The Devil Wears Douchebag
Y'all meet a theater kid loser.
On AO3.
The Halsin guy is, once again, y’all’s best bet—no, Lae’zel, we don’t even know where the creche is and we do know where the goblins are and I promise if our dumb, istik brains get this wrong, we go there next.
Thank fuck for Gale and his teleports.
And your suspicions the night before were, in fact, entirely correct. Blood potion and dirt potion taste fucking horrific together. You futilely scrape your tongue with your nails in between gargling with tea (despite Gale’s wincing and “that was a perfectly good brew”). You’re so desperate, in fact, you try to gargle with wine.
Astarion laughs so hard when you choke that he almost rips open the seat of his pants as he keels over in hysterics.
Bastard.
But you can talk, your head feels calm and clear, and you’re not face-planting dead in the dirt.
“We cannot leave that devil to terrorize innocent people,” Wyll says as you swig the alcohol taste out with more tea (actually drinking it, this time, Gale).
He did agree to join y’all to get help taking that thing down. The brainworms fucked him up along with the others; man is down to a couple of spells a day. And the devil’s last known location was sort of in the vicinity of where y’all need to go anyway.
A demon hunt it is.
***
Y’all step through the swirling, swooshing purple portal into sunshine. Astarion isn’t the only one to sigh and turn their face up to bask in the warm, clean light. To a one, y’all’re coated in swamp muck and hag goo. There’s nobody on the road when y’all emerge, but you suspect anybody coming across you would give you a real, real wide berth.
The teleporter spits y’all out near the grove again. It’ll be several days’ walk to the goblin camp. But at least the crew knows this area well enough to find all the streams to camp next to.
Wyll chomps at the bit, though. His hero instincts can’t let y’all rest and clean up. So loathe as y’all are, y’all agree to set off now and make camp and wash your damn clothes later.
You ain’t that far from the grove when you notice the handholds carved into a cliff on your left. You saw similar marks when you went to visit a national park a few years back. Ancestral Puebloans used them to get up to their cliff cities down in New Mexico. You look up, and think you see the top of a structure up there. And more importantly, some kinda chest on that structure up there.
“I’ll be right back,” you say and unsling your pack. “Might be something useful.”
Lae’zel eyes the cliff and nods approvingly. Probably because this is exercise and while she left off going into the hag fight, she’ll be right back on your ass tonight, you reckon (your entire body is sore, but your pack seems a touch lighter than usual).
“I’ll go with you,” Wyll says. “We can scout the area from up there. Make sure there aren’t any goblin patrols.”
And then Astarion surprises all y’all. “I suppose I’ll go, too.” Catches all of you staring and rolls his eyes. “If someone died up there they might still have valuables.”
Of course. Mr. Sticky Fingers.
“Dibs on jewelry,” you say, because you haven’t forgotten that conversation and you can’t afford to back down on it.
He tilts his head, all amused, and Lae’zel makes a sort of low hiss in the back of her throat. Surprisingly, Shadowheart near mimics the sound. Then the two realize they agree on something and both appear pretty grossed out by the prospect.
The cliff ain’t one long wall, but a jumble of several shorter ones. Your boots are thin and flexible enough, and the angle just shallow enough you can scrabble up. Slower than both the boys—holy fuck, Astarion is fast at that but he frowns at his hands when you crawl up to join him on the first ledge.
Wyll, the gentleman, lets you go first in case you need a boost, but also scurries up beside you in case you need a hand at the top—which you do thanks to the whole “upper body strength deficiency” thing.
There is a structure at the top, alright. Real dilapidated, all wooden poles leaning haphazardly together. But there’s also a chest up there. Astarion volunteers himself. Shimmies right up, swipes the thing, and more slides than climbs down, the wood groaning and swaying alarmingly.
There’s no bodies, though. Just a moldy sack of some kind, and a spectacular view of the smashed open butthole ship.
“Damn,” you say, looking out. The debris field is huge, but the main shell of it seems to have landed close together. More like it dropped right outta the sky and cracked like an egg, less like an airplane shredding itself to pieces as it plowed across the landscape.
You wonder how the damn thing flew at all. No wings or rotors; probably wasn’t as fast as an actual airplane, since you doubt it had to generate lift like one. That lack of speed (and Not-Sasha) are probably what saved you from being roadkill.
“Quite the view, isn’t it?” Astarion says.
You hum. “I wonder if anybody else survived? Maybe fell out earlier, got saved by that dream douche.”
There’s a pause as you both wonder if that word translated correctly. Then Astarion moves past it. “If they did, they’re probably dead in a ditch somewhere by now.”
You give him a look.
“I’m just saying, we’ve been incredibly lucky. The wilderness doesn’t lack for monsters and bandits and cutthroats. Any one of us could have died at least twice by now had we found ourselves alone.”
“True,” Wyll comes in. He surveys the destruction below, and gives a slow shake of his head. “It almost makes you wonder if something else has a hand in all this.”
Astarion’s scoff is harsher than usual, his voice laced with heavy sarcasm. “You think gods saved us for some ‘higher purpose?’”
You could catch those air quotes blindfolded. You ain’t sure if he’s mocking the higher purpose, or gods in general (you try to hide the smile at either prospect). It is interesting, though, since gods are actually a physical thing, here.
“I’ve not seen the handiwork of many gods,” Wyll says. “But I have seen the influence of other things.”
“Ah! A well-traveled group, then!”
Y’all whirl, both men going for their blades.
Another guy stands behind y’all, dressed like a real fancy man, all ruffles and buttons and embroidery. You heard nothing from the other below to indicate y’all had company, and the man’s hands—held out as he dips into a theatric bow—are clean, his fingers well-manicured.
Fancy little fuck did not climb up here.
“Who’re you?” you say, dropping your customary swearing because this guy seems to have dropped clean out of the sky.
His eyes shift to you—
Oh. Fuck.
Those ain’t human eyes. That’s not a man. He’s man-shaped, but there’s something about the air around him, something that suggests an ill-fitted suit, like the atmosphere strains against the seams where he stands.
What the actual fuck is that thing?
“Such ferocity from one so defenseless,” he says, his voice pitched so low it goes gravelly.
Your lips hurt. They’re pulled back over your teeth in an animal snarl, you realize. Every hair on your body stands on end. Something about that thing ain’t right, ain’t natural, shouldn’t fucking be here.
“Who are you?” Wyll says as your monkey brain scrambles for human words.
The thing ignores him. Scopes the area with a disdainful air. “My, my, what manner of place is this? A path to redemption? Or a road to damnation? Hard to say, for your journey is just beginning.”
You immediately want to smash his teeth out. Not just because of the gibbering alarm shrieking in your skull; his entire vibe oozes pretension.
Which gets worse when he again, theatrically—still pretending y’all ain’t standing there, waiting for an answer—taps his lips with one finger. “What would suit the occasion? The words to a lullaby, perhaps?”
And then he launches into some goddamn poem. You don’t pay much attention—something about a cat. The talking pisses you off. Bitch drops out of nowhere and fucking monologues at you and you want to crawl out of your own skin. He rambles on and on until, finally, says his name: Raphael.
There’s no magic translation of his name. It really is “Raphael.”
Which is a Hebrew name.
It is an angel’s name.
You don’t think this thing is an angel what the fuck.
Your companions both look to you, for some reason, and when you still don’t speak (please be wrong, please be wrong, please your mother cannot be right about this), Wyll ventures a, “Are you the cat or the mouse?”
And hoo boy. Does this (demon demon demon) man look fucking ecstatic with somebody playing along.
Your mother and the others loved talked about the devil. Loved. Demons and evil and witches and sin. Couldn’t somebody spit out more than three sentences without bringing one of them into it, up to and including passing the salt at breakfast.
You left all that behind. Slowly, deliberately. Like pealing leeches—fat and gorged and pulsing with your own, stolen blood—from your body. Each belief, each phrase, each word carefully (or extremely rushed in a fit of anger) pulled out, mouths chomping and bloodied. Each one dropped into the dirt and left behind to rot.
Now you’re here, with wizards and vampires and a literal fucking soul trying to fly off into space, and you look at this monologuing motherfucker, and something long dead stirs within you.
(demon demon demon)
You been palling around with killers and monsters. But now, in front of this creature, you feel the first brush of evil.
Raphael lifts his fingers. He’s been talking; you were too busy keeping your limbs still, knees locked, keeping yourself upright. Now he snaps, and the world shifts—
You’re in some ugly fucking dining room. Everything in red and gold and black, like a migraine made visual. Fireplaces big enough to stuff a fucking buffalo into. Paintings of demons (yep, those’re demons) on the walls. It’s all opulent and gauche in a nauseating way.
Voices startle behind you. The rest of the crew, clutching their weapons, eyes wide, teeth bared in Lae’zel’s case and huh, she’s an alien entity to these people and the two of you seem to have the same reaction to that thing.
Beyond them, you spot another painting. A red demon, big, bat wings spread wide, dressed in frilly, foppish finery. Skull in one hand. Same, smug face as the creature standing in the room with you.
Motherfucker.
“What’s going on?” Gale says. “Who…?”
“Welcome, welcome to the House of Hope,” Raphael says. Gestures to the huge table piled three tiers high with food. It even smells good. You been living off stews, sausage, and cheese for a week. That pie looks so flaky and tender, your mouth actually waters. “Please, help yourselves. Enjoy supper. It might be your last.”
“Don’t touch the food,” you say. So many stories about abductions and food. Fairies, Greek gods, and that one Guillermo del Toro movie with the pale man.
This, unfortunately, draws the attention of the sonuvabitch back to you. Jesus lord, his face is so sleazy. He cocks his head. Studies you.
“Yes, you’re an interesting case, aren’t you?” he says. His voice dips even lower, going ragged in his throat like he’s trying too hard. “Not from around here. You notice it, don’t you? You and the gith, both.”
“Notice what?” Wyll says.
“That creature cloaks its appearance,” Lae’zel says. Much better wording than your own, mental his skin is fucking fake!
“Indeed,” Raphael says. He tosses an arm into the air as if to present a stage line. Only hot wind buffets out from him, stinking of ozone and sulfur. And when you blink through watering eyes, there stands the red motherfucking demon from the painting.
Wyll tenses beside you. Astarion has gone utterly still, not even pretending to breathe.
Raphael smirks. Says, “What’s better than the devil you don’t know? The one that you do.”
“No,” you say.
You don’t mean to say it. You have every intention of staying still and quiet, like Astarion. Of fading into the background and hoping the bad thing doesn’t notice you until y’all can get the fuck outta here.
But this is all too much, and you’re flat out panicking and (demon demon demon the devil will steal your soul). It just sort of slips outta you.
Raphael frowns, mildly. Cranks up the sleaze. “I’m afraid I haven’t even—”
“No thank you we’d like to go now—” You clap both hands over your mouth. Resist the urge to walk over to the nearest wall and lobotomize yourself through sheer blunt force trauma.
At least a few self-preservation instincts manage to reach in and make sure it comes out sorta polite?
The next frown is not mild. “Ill manners make an ill guest. On this plane and in all others.”
You’re done talking. You’re done moving. You can feel the sweat beading in your armpits and along the edge of your scalp.
Raphael’s creepy demon eyes hold your gaze a moment longer. When you sensibly keep your lips shut, he resumes his monologue. You all but sag against Astarion when the demon shifts to address the others.
Something something brainworms. Something something he’s your savior (you’ve had quite enough of those to last a lifetime). Something something grandiose pretension.
“I could fix it all like that.” Raphael snaps his fingers. Flames burst up from his hand.
Neat party trick, you think and absolutely do not say.
He wants y’all to ask for help. Says y’all won’t find any with Halsin or Lae’zel’s people. He says all that in the nastiest, most arrogant way possible, and your companions look at each other, unsure. One of them is gonna say something stupid, ask for more information, actually consider what this fuck is saying.
“I thank you for your hospitality,” you say. Your voice only shakes a little. You’re almost proud of that. “But I have to insist we leave.”
Maybe it’s the extra courtesy in your phrasing. Or maybe he’s too wrapped up in the sound of his own speech. He sweeps right into his next schtick of “blah blah denying reality, blah bah change your mind, you’re so weak, you’ll come crawling back, blah blah.”
Wyll is damn near trembling to one side. There’s a look in his eye part contained anger, part fear.
“You’ve been lucky so far,” Raphael wraps up. “And I’ll be there when that luck runs out.”
He snaps his fingers.
You’re once again on a cliff, under a blue sky smelling of pine and distant water and the slightest tinge of burning slugs and rubber.
None of the others gives you crap as your legs give out.
#feeding alligators fic#these two shitheads#bg3 fic#astarion fic#tavstarion#astarion x tav#isekai#plus size tav#demisexual tav#slow burn#like reallllllly slow#they're both dumb
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Back to you part 6
Makarov/Yuri
When Yuri wakes up he's in an awful mode his alarm is way to loud and happend way to early. Working for Makarov? Forget it! Why did he even thought that's a good idea in the first place? This also means his plan to get Jack a phishing link also needs to change, god fucking damm it. He groans covering his eyes with his left arm, the sun is to bright, he sleeped to less, his throat hurt and has a cut and he has a video call with his lawyer in 30 minutes and the worst problem he has is that Makarov will be at his doorstep or a killer send by him at anytime. He more falls out the bad then rolling and he just want to sleep a littel longer. First thing he needs to cover the bandags around his throat, like his laywer can't see this, so he searches for a scarf or a turtle neck in his closet, nearly not finding either. In his hast he nearly dressed in the dress shirt with blood on the collar. Rushing half dressed, who needs pants if everybody is only seeing the upper half of your body, to the kitchen, where he nearly drops his full coffee cup. He will go back to bed after this call, nothing good will happen to him today. The call also starts in the worst way possible, his laywer looking clearly displeased before she drops this bomb question on him. "Did you sent anyone to intimate your husband?", Lucy Harris is asking him looking angry. "No", Yuri answers being confused by the question, to tiered to even entertain whi she even could refer too. "Well I had a phone call if your ex husbands laywer yesterday and they told me that you sent somebody to provoke him in his favourite bar to get a better case to divorce him." Yuri frowns taking a sip of his coffee trying to get his brain to work. "When was that?", he asks he would remeber if he ask anybody to do this. "The night you were in Moscow with your old friend." Yuris frown gets bigger at this what is she talking about. The realisation hits him like a train, she's talking about Makarov. "I never asked anybody to piss of Jack. If this person was there it was their desition and I don't have anything to do with it." "Well it would be good when it don't happen again." "Of course, I will talk to him." A fat lie because Makarov would do it anyway, especially now that they are fighting. "Good, well they are still push the dates for mediation around so their is honestly not much we can do for now, I can complain to the court over this of course, but I don't think it's to much if an issue now", she explains and Yuri just nods along money is not really an issue sure it sucks but thanks to Zakheav he actually has some really good paying jobs on the line. He also needs the time to adjust his plan now that... oh oh genius of course that can work perfectly. Getting Makarov of Jack with the fake Instagram perfect genius, if he dont get killed later this day. "Of course that sounds great", Yuri says to something he only half listened. And soon after the call ends, what means he can just go back to sleep for few more hours or till Makarov kills him.
Makarov didn't even sleep yet, breathing hurts and well nobody said he can't do work from the bed. So just simply started working. Going through the information he had on the last gig before 141, Europoles new wunder weapon against organisation crime, fucking losers in his opinion, confiscated half of his weapon shipment. Who was on it, who know what who is the mole? He even didn't most analog, do no text, no mails and somebody still got information out, the tablet he uses right now can't even connect to the Internet. Oh this rat will suffer, touring him will be so fun, so satisfying, but he first need to smoke them out. His eye burn from exhaustion, he's getting a nasty stress headache. Circulation a few false information, drawing the circel closer and closer like a shark swimming around a seal hiding on a rock, before taking the lethal bit. But he also need somebody on the outside, somebody that can keep track of what false information is circulating and who was told what, he can always ask Milena he made her husband fall on a knife 8 time after all and she is also profiting from his buisness in more indirect ways, but he dont want to. Everyone knows that he and Milena are close so his men will be careful around her he needs a new face. He lets himself fall back against the pillows when his mind sets on Yuri. Yuri would be perfect, few people know him, he could join easly, well till last night he would say he can trust him, but not with the Zahkeav situation. He's honestly not even angry at Yuri anymore well maybe still a littel bit, but he's now mostly angry at Victor Zakhaev how did he even found Yuri? Depending on what he will learn at 3 pm there are probably a lot of persons trying to recruit Yuri to work for them exclusively. But Yuri is his, only his.
He sits in his office the pain meds finaly working. Waiting for Paval, his man for cyber crime what makes a good stable amount of money every year. Yuri claimed he sometimes sold to Pavel and well truth soon will be discovered. Pavel looks pale when he walks in as to be aspected, being called in by the boss with out given a reason is usally a very bad sign. His hands are slightly shaking when he sits down ready to throw a subordinate under the bus if needed. "What can you tell me over the Magpie, Pavel?", Makarov asks enjoying the effect he has on the other man. "His malware is amazing, but the windows you can buy from him are rare, he sometimes even offers to write custom programs for the right amount of money, but nobodyever could confirm that. His work is good, he's on time, I always buy something when his shop is open." Makarov nods along so if Yuri is who he claims to be he is a very valuable asset to the organisation. "What do you know about him?" Pavel frowns that is the whole point of him only selling a few times a year is to make sure he can't be found that easy, there is only one think that is seen as confirmed that he must work on cyber security. A insider making money on the side with crime. "He works in cyber security, besides that he's hiding his identity very well. Makarov frowns at this so how did Zakheav found him then? Pavel starts to sweat under the angry gaze of his boss, not sure if he is of the hook or not. "Would you reconices his work?", Makarov asks having to suppress a yawn, he needs more coffee. "I even have some of his latest work to directly compare it to anyone that claims to be the Magpie", Pavel nearly wispers not wanting to unleash Makarovs anger on himself. "Perfect, be prepared to do so, you can go now." With this Makarov dismisses Pavel who has the feeling he's a gazelle getting away from a very hungry lion. So he walks out of the place as fast as he can without looking like he's running. Makarov makes himself another coffee he really wants a drink, but he don't mixes medication with alcohol, the risk of accidently killing himself out of stupidity. That would be embarrassing because he's the man with at least 5 back up plans, the man that knows how to use legal grey zones for his advantage, the one never been pinned down for the big crimes, always getting away. Not for a lag of trying and the 141 is becoming a pain in his ass, Captain John Price had a interesting team. His attack dog Simon 'Ghost' Riley who lost his whole family because of a cartel, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick his protégé since he finished college with degree in forensics, the hard to kill Gary 'Roach' Sanderson who lost his voice in a undercover mission he barely survived and the new guy John 'Soap' MacTavish who before worked in the bomb squad. Not to forget his supporters behind the scenes Nikolai somebody that left crime to become a police officer, Kate Laswell and Alex Keller that are their contacts to Interpol, Shepard leader of a anti drug unit of the several US agencies and his attack dog Graves who is in lead in the fight against Mexican Cartels.
He takes a sip from his coffee if he had to bet money on it he would put it on Graves having installed a mole. He's actually know for doing highly questionable undercover missions, most aren't as lucky a Sanderson and survive when the cover is ultimately blown. 141 stared to target him around 7 months, ruining plans of his all over Europe, but the mole must be here for longer. Makarov knows the failing rate for new people to join his organisation is around 70%, most of them die, the next biggest reason he rejects them because their work is bad, they are unreliable, some cracking under the pressure of police when all they have to do is shut their stupid mouth. So for somebody to get this high to get that valueable information to seriously hurting his organisation they must work for him for nearly two years, must be working directly under one of his Lieutenants. His coffee mug is half empty and the damm drink can't keep his exhaustion at bay anymore. He can visit Yuri after he sleeped, making a strategic move tiered can end disaster because Yuri is probably well rested by now and would likely not put up a fight this time. Also when he breaks into Yuris place at a unsuspected time or when Yuri is asleep he has the uper hand.
Yuri is still tiered when he wakes up again in the late afternoon. He is still alive, what don't mean that Makarov is not in his living room when he leaves his bed room. But their is no Makarov in his living room waiting for him, what honestly is worse, if the other Russian would be in his place he atleast knows he is about to die. Now he hast to wait, he turns on his laptop so he can check his mails. He puts a pizza in the oven because well he need to eat. Before laughing at his silly thought, you can just text Makarov and ask. While waiting for his pizza he checks over his mails, seeing a familiar mail address from work. Kate Laswell wrote him, he frowns should he read it, should he just delete it? He can still delete it after reading. He already cringes when he reads the first part of the mail. Sure Kate probably don't know he's divorcing their interaction were always exclusively business.
Dear Mr. Blaire,
Mrs Potter was so friendly to give me your new business mail address. We were very grateful if we could still use your expirince for some of our cases, please send me a list with your prices as soon as possible.
Regards
Kate Laswell
He looks dumbfounded at the mail for a while. He never planned to keep working in cyber security, did he told that his colleagues sure, but it was a lie. Also of course Alice gave out his e-mail out, one he also only uses to keep the lie from being to obvious. He thinks about simply deleting the mail account, does he really still need it? It would be foolish to keep the account now that he has the first profitable jobs to modify certain malware and bots for the people Zahheav introduced him. The smell of pizza is slowly filling the room so he takes a look at it, the cheese isn't melded enough for him. When he goes back to his laptop he nearly clicks delete account when he rembers he also gave this mail also to his lawyer. So he does the next best think blocking Laswell and deleting her mail with out answering. This is probably something he should talk with Makarov about if ge survives the fight ring problem. After getting the pizza out if the oven he grabs his phone opening his chat with Makarov. Seeing his drink text from the night in Moscow with Milena and he laughts at the absurdity on how their relationship did a 180 by now. He still sends the silly text he about Makarov killing him.
Yuri: you decided on killing me yet or can I do work?
Its such a stupid text, why did he even send it? He bits in his pizza the cheese and tomato sauce burning his mouth. Great really a bad day, he sits down on his couch laptop on his lap pizza on the couch table and it's fucking nostalgic. He can't even recall how often Makarov, Milena and him sat after university together in a living room all doing homework and complain about it. How often they would ask Makarov about the law, how often he helped Milena with the math for her buisness degree how often the other looked over his code to find the one missing semicolon so the code would work. He was happy back then. All of them working their ass of in university at day and at the fighting ring at night to finance their degrees. Then Jack happened and Makarov and Milena stayed away, because they could not stand his boyfriend. How they would fight, because of Jack their friendship crumbling honestly a wonder they even came to the wedding. But now after all this time after he came back it don't feel like things never changed, like Jack never happened, well besides Makarov maybe killing him after he already gave him a unheard second chance he won't get a third.
Makarov: Andrei will come by and you will give him an USB-stick with some of your code for comparison
Y: you can read code by now?
M: I have people for that
Y: of course you have
Yuri sighs so his contact person in Makarovs organisation want to see some of his work, to compare to what he sells. He rolls his eyes coding a classic first generation malware. He eats the next slice of pizza thinking what to do add to it to give it his spin. Something that screams Magpie. Mid chew he knows exactly what to do. Does he have to prove to his claim of being the Magpie sure to a stranger, but he also can do something that Makarov knows from back in universety.
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Do you have some cute hc about the readers and deaths travels in the makers realm that you couldnt include/ didnt quiet fit or simply thought of afterwards? Am starved for the fluff :D (alsocantwaitforthenextchapterofCHWHaaaaa)
OH I do!
I was hoping to stick the side-quests in there somewhere, but I might just do those after I eventually finish this fic. Sort of like, standalone chapters that couldn't fit into the main fic.
Like the Wandering Stone - I wanted to have Death and Y/n stumble across an old construct behind the fjord, one of a similar size and shape as the Warden, albeit with a few, missing extremities. Y/n wonders aloud if the Makers' Key could revive this construct, and Death, curious himself, uses the artefact and brings a giant's heart stone back to life.
I wanted that chapter to highlight how Constructs like Oran and the Warden used to be flesh and blood makers once upon a time, and their heart stones were infused with the souls of past makers that have died.
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After the Tears are restored to the Makers' Forge, you go to speak with Muria and end up bonding with her about her skill in growing ferns and plants from the soil, now that the water allows her powers to grow.
While she seems glad that the fires and waters are restored, you can't help but notice that there's a slight edge to her smile, and when you coax her to tell you if she's okay, she confesses that Thane informed her that he'd caught sight of an old experiment of hers. Ghorn.
To your surprise, Death, who had initially looked bored of the conversation offered to take care of Muria's regrettable creation for her.
"What?" he grouches when you and the shaman look at him in mild surprise, "You were going to offer to help anyway, I assume?"
Muria gives you a knowing smile.
You and Death head out into the Forge Lands to track down Ghorn, and when you find him, he ends up taking you captive.
Ensue: big rescue chapter.
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Death vs Thane
I was thinking about writing the spar between Death and Thane.
The maker challenged Death, who accepts, if only to knock the warrior's ego down a peg or two. You and the other makers gather around to watch, and Valus perches you up on his shoulder to give you a better view.
To begin with, the spar is good-natured and enjoyable to watch, with both Horseman and maker trading witty comments between blows. However, it swiftly becomes apparent that Death has severely underestimated his gargantuan opponent. Despite appearances, Thane is startlingly quick on his feet and gains the upper hand, blocking every one of the Horseman's strikes and even landing some glancing blows on the Nephilim.
Unbeknownst to you, Death is growing increasingly frustrated. He keeps shooting rapid glances at you from the corner of his eye, feeling the Reaper stir underneath his pallid skin. How can you expect him to keep you safe if he can't even win a fight against an old maker? His strikes start getting wilder, less coordinated, until suddenly, the Reaper bursts forth, taking everyone by surprise.
To your immense alarm, Reaper begins to savagely attack Thane, who has no time to adjust, and is driven to his knees by an incensed Reaper. Thane warns the others to stay back, but you slip off Valus' shoulder and drop to the ground, skirting between the makers' legs and darting between Death and the downed warrior.
The Reaper stops in its tracks, scythe raised, staring down at you in shock at your gumption.
You're angry at it - angry at Death - accusing him of being a sore loser. The Reaper loses its bluster as it lowers its weapon and takes in the face of the maker in front of it, then the makers behind it, all watching on with grave, worried faces. They're worried it will hurt you, but they don't dare come forward in case they provoke it.
The Reaper is slow and gentle when it reaches towards you, but you smack its enormous hand away and rush over to Thane, expressing concern over a gash he'd sustained in his arm from one of Death's hits.
Death breaks through the Reaper's will and takes control once more, transforming back into the Horseman, albeit a little meeker under the stares of the old ones around him, and your scornful glare.
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As Russia ramps up its second offensive, a debate has erupted over whether Moscow or Kyiv will have the upper hand in 2023. While important, such discourse also misses a larger point related to the conflict’s longer-term consequences. In the long run, the true loser of the war is already clear; Russian President Vladimir Putin’s invasion of Ukraine will be remembered as a historic folly that left Russia economically, demographically, and geopolitically worse off.
Start with the lynchpin of Russia’s economy: energy. In contrast to Europe’s (very real) dependence on Russia for fossil fuels, Russia’s economic dependence on Europe has largely gone unremarked upon. As late as 2021, for example, Russia exported 32 percent of its coal, 49 percent of its oil, and a staggering 74 percent of its gas to OECD Europe alone. Add in Japan, South Korea, and non-OECD European countries that have joined Western sanctions against Russia, and the figure is even higher. A trickle of Russian energy continues to flow into Europe, but as the European Union makes good on its commitment to phase out Russian oil and gas, Moscow may soon find itself shut out of its most lucrative export market.
In a petrostate like Russia that derives 45 percent of its federal budget from fossil fuels, the impact of this market isolation is hard to overstate. Oil and coal exports are fungible, and Moscow has indeed been able to redirect them to countries such as India and China (albeit at discounted rates, higher costs, and lower profits). Gas, however, is much harder to reroute because of the infrastructure needed to transport it. With its $400 billion gas pipeline to China, Russia has managed some progress on this front, but it will take years to match current capacity to the EU. In any case, China’s leverage as a single buyer makes it a poor substitute for Europe, where Russia can bid countries against one another.
This market isolation, however, would be survivable were it not for the gravest unintended consequence of Russia’s war—an accelerated transition toward decarbonization. It took a gross violation of international law, but Putin managed to convince Western leaders to finally treat independence from fossil fuels as a national security issue and not just an environmental one.
This is best seen in Europe’s turbocharged transition toward renewable energy, where permitting processes that used to take years are being pushed up. A few months after the invasion, for example, Germany jump-started construction on what will soon be Europe’s largest solar plant. Around the same time, Britain accelerated progress on Hornsea 3, slated to become the world’s largest offshore wind farm upon completion. The results already speak for themselves; for the first time ever last year, wind and solar combined for a higher share of electrical generation in Europe than oil and gas. And this says nothing of other decarbonization efforts such as subsidies for heat pumps in the EU, incentives for clean energy in the United States, and higher electric vehicle uptake everywhere.
The cumulative effect for Russia could not be worse. Sooner or later, lower demand for fossil fuels will dramatically and permanently lower the price for oil and gas—an existential threat to Russia’s economy. When increased U.S. shale production depressed oil prices in 2014, for example, Russia experienced a financial crisis. Lower global demand for fossil fuels will play out over a longer timeline, but the result for Russia will be much graver. With its invasion, Russia hastened the arrival of an energy transition that promises to unravel its economy.
Beyond a smaller and less efficient economy, Putin’s war in Ukraine will also leave Russia with a smaller and less dynamic population. Russia’s demographic problems are well-documented, and Putin had intended to start reversing the country’s long-running population decline in 2022. In a morbid twist, the year is likelier to mark the start of its irrevocable fall. The confluence of COVID and an inverted demographic pyramid already made Russia’s demographic outlook dire. The addition of war has made it catastrophic.
To understand why, it’s important to understand the demographic scar left by the 1990s. In the chaos that followed the Soviet Union’s dissolution, Russia’s birthrate plunged to 1.2 children per woman, far below the 2.1 needed for a population to remain stable. The effects can still be seen today; while there are 12 million Russians aged 30-34 (born just before the breakup of the Soviet Union), there are just 7 million aged 20-24 (born during the chaos that followed it). That deficit meant Russia’s population was already poised to fall, simply because a smaller number of people would be able to have children in the first place.
Russia’s invasion has made this bad demographic hand cataclysmic. At least 120,000 Russian soldiers have died so far—many in their 20s and from the same small generation Russia can scarcely afford to lose. Many more have emigrated, if they can, or simply fled to other countries to try to wait out the war; exact numbers are hard to calculate, but the 32,000 Russians who have immigrated to Israel alone suggest the total number approaches a million.
Disastrously, the planning horizons of Russian families have been upended; it is projected that fewer than 1.2 million Russian babies may be born next year, , which would leave Russia with its lowest birthrate since 2000. A spike in violent crime, a rise in alcohol consumption, and other factors that collude against a family’s decision to have children may depress the birthrate further still. Ironically, over the last decade Putin managed to slow (if not reverse) Russia’s population decline through lavish payoffs for new mothers. Increased military spending and the debt needed to finance it will make such generous natalist policies harder.
The invasion has left Russia even worse off geopolitically. Unlike hard numbers and demographic data, such lost influence is hard to measure. But it can be seen everywhere, from public opinion polls across the West to United Nations votes that the Kremlin has lost by margins as high as 141 to 5. It can also be seen in Russia’s own backyard; while an emboldened NATO could soon include Sweden and Finland, Russia’s own Collective Security Treaty Organization is tearing at the seams as traditional allies such as Kazakhstan and Armenia realize the Kremlin’s impotence and look to China for security.
Perhaps most important of all, Russia has reinvigorated the cause of liberal democracy. In the year after its invasion, French President Emmanuel Macron won a rare second term in France, the far-right AfD lost ground in three successive elections in Germany, and “Make America Great Again” Republicans paid an electoral penalty in the U.S. midterms. (The far right did sweep into power in both Sweden and Italy, but such wins have so far failed to dent Western unity and appear more motivated by immigration.) And this says nothing of the wave of democratic consolidation playing out across Eastern Europe, where voters have thrown out illiberal populists in Slovenia and Czechia in the last year alone. It is impossible to attribute any of these outcomes to just one factor (U.S. Democrats also got a boost from the overturn of Roe v. Wade and election denialism, for example), but Russia’s invasion—and the clear choice between liberalism and autocracy it presented—no doubt helped.
Nowhere, however, has Russia’s invasion backfired more than in Ukraine. Contrary to Putin’s historical revisionism, Ukraine has long had a national identity distinct from Russia’s. But it’s also long been fractured along linguistic lines, with many of its elites intent on maintaining close relations with the Kremlin and even the public unsure about greater alignment with the West.
No longer. Ninety-one percent of Ukrainians now favor joining NATO, a figure unthinkable just a decade ago. Eighty-five percent of Ukrainians consider themselves Ukrainian above all else, a marker of civic identity that has grown by double digits since Russia’s invasion. Far from protecting the Russian language in Ukraine, Putin appears to have hastened its demise as native Russian speakers (Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky included) switch to Ukrainian en masse. Putin launched his invasion to bring Ukraine back into Moscow’s orbit. He has instead anchored its future in the West.
Of course, one can argue that, however much the war has cost Russia, it has cost Ukraine exponentially more. This is true. Ukraine’s economy shrank by more than 30 percent last year, while Russia’s economy contracted by just about 3 percent. And this says nothing of the human toll Ukraine has suffered. But, like Brexit, Western sanctions on Russia will play out as a slow burn, not an immediate collapse. And while Russia enters a protracted period of economic and demographic decline, once peace comes, Ukraine will have the combined industrial capacity of the EU, United States, and United Kingdom to support it as the West’s newest institutional member—precisely the outcome Putin hoped to avoid. Russia may yet make new territorial gains in the Donbas. But in the long run, such gains are immaterial—Russia has already lost.
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A short list of wild takes I have heard on the Gilmore Girls subreddit:
- Luke is an abusive wrestler who knocked up Anna when they were teenagers, therefore he should not be allowed to maintain custody of his child
- Anna kept April away from Luke because she was afraid of him
- Jess made up all that stuff about Liz being a neglectful addict because he wanted people to feel sorry for him (never mind that he never really talked about her)
- It's actually Luke and his father's fault that she abused drugs, because they were not comfortable with their emotions and weren't "sensitive enough" around her (is she responsible for any of her behavior at all)
- Rory was never attracted to Jess after S6 because they don't want her to be
- Jess forced the kiss on Rory in S6 because she had never given any indication she was attracted to him again and it is preposterous to think she would be
- Jess has no right to advise Rory on her choices in S6. Only Logan can do that as he's the one who really knows her (okay, but they discussed it a handful of times and it didn't go anywhere, so maybe not)
- Jess isn't really mature in 2006 because he still lives at his place of work, and therefore he is a loser who does not know how to be financially responsible (never mind that both Luke and Lorelai did this for years and Rory and Logan are currently living in a company-owned apartment provided by Logan's job)
- Jess has never settled down to a lifestyle, job, or steady existence by the AYITL era, and Rory cannot trust him because he is so nomadic
- Rory "always goes back to Logan" therefore she loves him the best and they should be together (okay, but they break up frequently, too, so maybe not the strongest argument)
- Rory should be with Logan because she loves living an upper-class lifestyle and spending money and would be perfectly happy as Mrs. Huntzberger Heir
- The worst mistake Rory ever made was not accepting Logan's proposal, as she ended up living a debased version of what he offered her
- There is no proof that Jess is ever capable of being a good romantic partner.
- Jess has not had a serious relationship since high school (facts not in evidence, ma'am)
- There's some stuff said about Lane featuring a hot-button topic I don't care to discuss. That said, it's frequently assumed that Lane has the exact same lifestyle and personal moral beliefs as Rory, and based on her choices from 2004 - 2006 I don't believe this is the case.
- Alexis was not capable of consenting to a relationship with Milo when she was 21 and he was 25.
- Milo used to follow a lot of models on Instagram, therefore he will always be irredeemable and his marriage is doomed.
- Scott is the worst person alive, for reasons detailed on the weekly podcast thread.
- It's awesome to see Lorelai cheat on Luke, because it's always awesome when women act selfishly and you don't have a right to criticize it, because of the sisterhood or whatever.
- We don't have the right to judge Lorelai for banging her daughter's father while he still had a girlfriend and then parading him around town. If Lorelai felt like doing it, it had to be right.
- Christopher is a jerk for not leaving his pregnant girlfriend for Lorelai because he can always "co parent" and that always works out splendidly.
- Lorelai should have dumped Luke the minute he agreed to postpone the wedding. Nothing is ever more important than the bride's special moment.
- You deserve to be scorned and despised (this said to me personally) for suggesting that Lorelai antagonizes her parents far more than is necessary or appropriate.
- You are a disgusting troll (again said to me personally) because you said you didn't see the merit in having Lorelai and Rory run around with menstrual blood all over their clothes.
- You are the most misogynistic person to ever exist on this subreddit (said to me personally again. I think this was in response to me saying that Lorelai didn't act like a person who could be trusted to remain faithful).
So yeah. They a hot mess over there.
#gilmore girls#gilmore girls subreddit#i might do this is us next because it was crazy over there too
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Reading about people calling Johnny abusive (not just that one post, I've come across a lot of that in forums and Discord servers too) and I'm like 🧍🏻 where?
The only person who we have solid hard proof he actually manipulated is Henry (ie he slept with him to keep him interested in the band, and even that isn't specified enough to give a solid judgement- for all we know about Henry the guy could have tagged along willingly, dude was not exactly healthy to begin with).
And like yes Johnny's manipulative, but tbh... We mostly get told he is? I'm still miffed about that, because he's not the only one from 2023 who's manipulative, but since he's the only one who's called so by the authors, he seems to be the only one we hold accountable on that. That bothers me.
But people keep saying he abused Rogue and Alt??? And I'm sorry, like, where??? Yes he was an asshole, yes he cheated on Rogue, but he didn't have power over these two women?? Hell Rogue used him just as much as he used her in the end. She sold him off to Blackhand's plot for her own gain and she sold out for good afterward, I'm really tired of people sugarcoating Rogue and Alt just because they're women and conventionally attractive, they're not your helpless damsels in distress, those women were made of grit and blood and tears just like the rest of the OG Cyberpunk Red cast.
And Alteria motherfucking Cunningham was NOT a victim lmao, if anything out of the two of them she had the upperhand lmao, didn't you catch how she was his dealer (even if that's a one-time thing, which we can't know if it is) ? Or how she insults him every sentence? Like I love that woman but she was literally just him, but genderswapped, and not tech-illiterate, unlike Johnny, who death-unplugged her.
They were toxic to each other but there was no villain out of the two, same with Rogue??? And I repeat, I insist, Johnny didn't have the control over those two women that warrants being called abusive, given we have squat all in terms of actual canon proof of what he did to them?
If anything the other person he could have been abusive to would be Kerry, but even then it's a stretch/headcanons. Like, I got no problem with that, even got my own in fact, but to just come in and state he's canonically abusive?
We do see him trashtalking Kerry if we make him choose that, but even then there's still not enough of a pattern. Abuse isn't just a dude being an asshole to everyone, or being a bad person, because yeah I won't say Johnny's someone good to the people around him- it's a relationship that relies on active dependency from person A to person B, and person B holds power over what person A needs, be it emotionally, psychologically, or materially. Person B needs to have power over person A though, and not by accident or punctually.
And btw I agree that he assaults V, and that he fucking needs to back off, but that's him wanting to kill himself more than anything, really. Cus he knows damn well that if they do take him up on his "advice" he's gone too. By 2077 the man just wants to stop, there's not a single route where he's happy about the perspective of a second chance at life.
And yeah, Johnny can be called abusive of V by proxy, in his quest to get himself flatlined for good, but that's the only person we actually do see him mistreat on the regular, in a power dynamic where he has the upper hand.
But the way he acts with other people, that's not being abusive, abuse isn't a fucking buzzword to throw around to qualify someone who's a shit person, I know I'm getting worked up over semantics but like in this case I feel it's warranted. Johnny is too much of a loser to have abused people, in canon. He's a guy screaming in a mic desperate to be heard, but he never did anything to force people to stay. I know it's a bit repetitive coming from me, but I keep thinking the man was more of a victim of his own success than a mastermind of anything, much less the social kind.
#thoughts#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk 2077 johnny silverhand#johnny silverhand#johnny posting#cp77#cp2077#cyberpunk 2077 johnny#this topic is important to me cus i studied up on the sociology and psychology of abuse and yeah no johnny really just fails at that#i also hc him as the kind to stress puke out of guilt but to never address it
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More LU thoughts:
Duels
There’s a part in my fic Smoke Signal where in order to discourage Wild from leaving the group alone Time challenges him to a duel. I didn’t really explain the concept further other than it being a big deal that Time was issuing one and that there was no way Wild was going to agree to it. So, I’m gonna dive into it more here:
The concept of duelling would at first only be familiar to the trained knights and sailor. Btw, a duel in this case is a one on one fight where both opponents use the same agreed upon weapon, rapiers and broadswords are the most common. Conditions are set and the winner/loser has to follow through on whatever those terms are.
Warriors would be the most knowledgeable, with it being an established custom within and outside the army. As a Captain, he may have overseen such fights between his men whenever they disagreed over something. Regarding duels outside the army, these would be a thing within the upper class where nobles would issue such challenges to protect their honour or over Lady. Since Warriors is popular amongst women I’d imagine that many a jealous nobleman challenged him due to this.
Wild would have a vague memory of this tradition, he may have participated in some in the past- back when he took it extremely seriously. Now however, since the army was crippled during the past 100 years it isn’t really a thing anymore, so it’s seen as outdated. Even though he doesn’t inherently take them seriously, if someone he respects/fears challenges him he won’t even think about joking around.
In Skyloft duels are part of rising the ranks. They aren’t fought to settle disputes or for honour, they’re just used to grade performances and your progression in training. Any sort of fighting outside of training is very rare and generally frowned upon.
Wind would’ve gotten introduced to it after spending time on Tetra’s ship. It’s the best way to maintain order as well as for the crewmates to let of steam after days of uneventful sailing. He also doesn’t take them too seriously since pirates don’t follow any sort of fancy rules and will fight dirty if it means securing a win:
Wind: Then he used that moment of weakness to break his nose!
Hyrule: Over a missing pair of boots?!
Wind: [shrugging] Eh, he was fine after a couple of potions.
Warriors: [overhearing] That just sounds like a drunken brawl, not a duel.
Wind: All’s fair at sea my friend.
Warriors: Would you fight that dishonourably if I challenged you?
Wind:
Wind: Depends.
Warriors: [disappointed mentor noises]
Time, Twilight and Legend would be vaguely familiar with the concept, both having some experience dealing with the Hyrulean Knights in their eras. They’re both sort of on the outside looking in, so while they respect the custom unlike Wild they also don’t have any personal stakes in them. So, they’ll generally accept any challenges, but won’t issue them since it doesn’t mean that much to them.
Hyrule and Four however would be clueless. They’d have zero frame of reference for how these things work, and where Four wouldn’t be all that interested Hyrule would. Warriors would teach him all the rules and conditions, possibly trying to get Wild to pay attention too.
The chain would have proper duels once everyone’s gotten an understanding of the rules. Mostly when sparring got boring or very rarely to solve a serious disagreement, like in Smoke Signal. Though most of the time it would be over the pettiest of disputes:
Legend: Who ate my leftovers?!
Wild: I did.
Legend: [drawing sword] En guarde glutton!
Wild: [drawing sword] Come at me quitter!
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Taranza gijinka is next bc I love him and also I think it's funny that he won the losers' bracket and is therefore the sexiest loser.
He only gets one drawing bc I didn't really have any ideas for changes to his design between TD and KSA save for his shoes (which were originally brown wingtips before they were boots). Plus drawing him once took three hours and I didn't wanna do that again.
Headcanons under the cut like with my other gijinka posts :)
(Rewritten from the drawing in case you couldn't read it) Not pictured, but while Taranza only has 2 arms, he can use magic to summon up to 4 floating hands, for a total of 6. The hands look and behave virtually identically to his real ones and can only act within a certain radius. (roughly arm's length if they were attached) Taranza has full feeling in these hands.
After the events of Triple Deluxe, I feel like Taranza wouldn't feel welcome in Floralia since he, yk, kinda indirectly caused Sectonia's descent into madness. This isn't true, of course, but he can't help but feel that way. He ends up moving to Dreamland because of this no longer feeling welcome in Floralia.
Long story short I like to think Taranza would be Castle Dedede's groundskeeper post TD.
Taranza has this giant book on botany that he only ever uses for pressing flowers.
He's blind in his lower set of eyes. His upper eyes have okay vision, though.
He wears so many layers because the average temperature in Floralia was much lower than Dreamland's due to its altitude. He still wears all these layers, but it's more out of a sense of nostalgia for Floralia than anything.
Taranza is REALLY good at multitasking. All those (summonable) hands.
Those teeth aren't just for show. They're incredibly sharp.
Once you get him talking, Taranza never shuts up. He really likes talking, but he's not the best at starting conversations.
Despite all his anxiety and insecurity, this guy is incredibly overconfident in his own intelligence and magical ability, and rightfully so given his skill.
He grows his own materials for making tea.
He's incredibly close with Magolor and Susie, having met them through Kirby. He's also friends with Marx, but he's kind of terrified of him.
In therapy. Just in general. Most of the Kirby cast is in therapy in my mind though so that's not just him.
#taranza#kirby triple deluxe#kirby star allies#taranza gijinka#kirby gijinka#kirby headcanons#taranza headcanons#kirby fanart#my art
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