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CELESTE APPRECIATION post
I raerly see anyone mention her but i love her sm
yes this is mostly like 98% hc shes only got like 5 lines in hole game what more do u want from me
anyways, my sweet sweet barely domesticated celeste :
-"Why did my husband come back with a child ,a dog ,a living skeleton, a man who can throw him around like he weights nothing and a knight(derogatory)"
-Cahara's so wiped 4 her and honesty i would to if that was my wife, she def pegs him 2 btw i mean just look at him, my point exactly.
-gets along with Enki the most 2 everyone's surprise, there paper wight besties. & share a worrie for Cahara they will never verbalise as well a dislike for D'arc- i mean knights.
-celeste is d'arces first (and only) female friend, much to clestes own dismay.
-d'arce thought she was a gold digger at first, as you can tell they had a grate first impression of each other
-only trusts people about as far as she can throw them (rip rag , he can still man handle the group whore with ease tho so good for him)
-can not hold a convo with a child 2 save her life , the length of her mertanl intents extend to bringing the child 2 Cahara .
-she is not mother material but for some reason they're trying to keep a baby with a high infant mortality rate its funny
i think celeste probably didn't have great parents or a good role model, deadbeat drunkard parents that kicked her out and kind of left her to fend for herself & close of to the world and that's why she has such a disillusioned take on parenthood + where her own approach to children comes from
but uh oh !! cahara wormed his way into her heart ! and who's to say his clear and utter devotion to this little girl cant win her over either
i dont think either her or Cahara were going out of their way to get pregnant - it's like an unfortunate by-product of the nature of Celeste's career, and Cahara's love for her being what led to him being so willing to step up. i don't think either of them ever really thought about having kids, or at least didn't think they'd be good parents, but celeste getting pregnant or cahara bringing back a child is just the way life ended up going.
it's the renaissance era, abortion methods are on par with childbirth in terms of deadliness anyway. she's just not going to have to keep risking her life via pregnancy if cahara goes out, gets enough coin to support them both, she's not going to be like every other peasant woman who's forced to become a broodmare because every 1 in 2 children fucking die before they turn 5.
clesest being pregnant is just what ended up happening. the love in that is to do with their RELATIONSHIP, not their love for some idealistic family life. i think cahara wanting to give it a try is something celeste would think is really sweet and admirable, but she'd probly keep a lot of her more cynical thoughts to herself on the matter.
saying that i think they both have a lot of cynical thoughts about it really, but i cahara goes so quickly into "this is my wife, this is our future baby" because otherwise what's the point in taking on such a risky mission in the first place ? but if he's got a noble cause, then it might seem worth it, right ? it's that extra push of encouragement for him, even if it comes with a lot of scary things like the responsibility, being a parent, maybe settling down witch is a scary thought for someone whos always so used 2 being on the move
as for celeste ; she doesn't even know if she's going to make it through the pregnancy, or if the baby will. it's just another mouth to feed at the end of the day. she doesn't care about carrying on a legacy, or raising a child into greatness like so many others beg and plead of god to bestow upon their children. she knows she'd be a shit mom and she's hardly a loyal partner at the moment. but she loves cahara, and seeing that fear in his eyes when she told him, but also that spark of light, that little bit of joy, made it at least worth holding on for.
celeste: it's probably not going to make it anyway, i either risk death in childbirth or death in abortion methods, so.
celeste: its getting me enough bank rn to keep myself healthy so we'll just see what happens i guess
celeste watching cahara bring home an entire child:
okay cringe time over.
i wont go into 2much detail about her relationship with the others though i think its a very slow process of her learning to tolerate get along with the creatures friends cahara brought back
-as soon as celeste meets d'arce her mild suspicion and distaste for ragnvaldr will be replaced with her disgust for d'arce
-think celeste would be pissed she wouldn't be able 2 pull cahara out of ragnvaldrs grip unless she stabbed him or something, witch shes both angry about it but also relieved since it probably kept cahara out of trouble in the dungeon (because lord knows her husband is a magnet for trouble)
inside me there are 2 wolfs ; one is mmm hot stong wife carry cahara like a sack of pataos , the other is screaming at me that this is the 1600 and she would be starving and poor.
so to compromise with myself im going 2 say :
- physical speaking celsest is probly stronger then most women in her profession and could probly drag an unconscious cahara around then againg i also think cahras way ligher then someone of his build&carear should be
shes stronger then enki (then againg who isnt) but cant match d'arces physical strength.
saying that modern au Celeste would beat d'arce in an arm wrestle.
in-refence 2 my last post; celest is a child darkness, she has a barbie killer husband,there for. she deserves to be as much hater as she likes
d'arce: you two are the healthiest couple i know who still have an avid sex life
cahara: ASSUMPTIONS !
celeste: we're the only couple you know.
acholic wise i think celeste could out drink d'arce (and at least keep up with ragnvaldr for a little bit)
celeste: d'arce is a pain in the ass
cahara: :confustion: :stress_smile: she means well babe cmon
celeste: im gonna beat her with a stick
cahara: ,, babe,,
cleseste is not payed enough 2 be d'arces therpist or help d'arce figure out she likes women (shes not payed at all actuly,she is simply trying 2 tolrate her husbands new freinds becuse she loves him but also only has so meny braincells she can lose in a day and conversing with d'arce seems 2 kill all of them)
celeste hears d'arce talk about jeanne once and instantly starts going "wow you loved a girl wow that girl who was like you in every way wow that girl who like. shared your morals. or something. wow tell me more about that girl" (stab stab stab metaphorically stab stab stab)
(about cahara getting arrsed and taken by the police)
rag: you lack of concern,,, concerns me. are you not worried ?
celeste: dogs always find their way back home.
- d'arce and cahara make the same enamoured and light-blush expression whenever celeste rages btw
- celeste :handshake: enki
taking the piss out of knights + a generally more cynical outlook on life & being cold bitches that secretly care about cahara a lot
(first time they all stayed the night)
enki learning hes the favorite for once and he thinks its just the most hilarious thing to fucking happen
local woman-lover put out by being rejected by hot scary wife,
local berserker intimidated by what scary wife might do if she finds out what he did to her precious boytoy
local shadow wizard ? on the floor ugly laughing because scary wife reluctantly asked if he wanted the guest bedroom.
celeste: YOURE NOT STAYING HERE PERMANENTLY. but youre allowed to stay overnight.
enki: is this (gags) kindness ? oh my god. revolting.
celeste: is that a yes or not you fucking worm
enki: yesplease
#celeste fear and hunger#fear and hunger#celeste ily#take a shot everytime i spelt her name wrong#cahara#enki#ragnvaldr#d'arce#i love pitting 2 bad bitchs against each other when its not over a man and 1s obluous 2 the fact the other fucking hates her#didnt mention it ealer but cleste bi queen btw#i dont Rembert if i mentioned it in my post but clests dislike of d'arce stems from her being a knight#this isnt d'arce slander btw i love her i just like bullying her even more#celeste when shes a little hater and i love her for that#enki expences being someone's fav for the first time#rag when hes both terrified by but slightly curious about his little freinds wife#the girl fear and hunger
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I saw that you got into a scuffle with some Rhaegar stan that accused you of saying that Rhaegar abused Elia and their kids and even though you didn't say that, the stan is wrong....because Rhaegar 100 percent canonically did? Elia was reproductively abused, which destroyed her already fragile health. As for the kids, abandonment is 100 percent abuse, so yes by sheer virtue of abandoning his children he abused Rhaenys and Aegon. Fathers in ASOIAF get dragged for much, much less, but Dead Beat Rhaegar apparently is above critique. His stans are shambolic lmao.
I know exactly what they mean when they used the word abused. The only way in which they can conceive Rhaegar as being in the wrong, is if he is outwardly violent and hateful. He has to hurl verbal abuse at her and her children or physically hit her or the children. Otherwise, they will chalk the rest of it up under the label of "misinterpreting events".
I used the word mistreated, because I know it's a more broad spectrum of things that can fall under that category. The treatment of Elia to them, falls under "I can personally excuse it and therefore every other opinion disagreeing is wrong". Which is ironic, because they adamantly will try to excuse around putting Elia through two back to back life threatening pregnancies, despite the nature of Rhaegar trying to fulfill a prophecy meant he was having children as a means to do that. Not because of the terms of marriage.
You will notice they hardly ever bring up defences against the pregnancies, because they know it makes them look like they are victim blaming Elia for almost dying after simply giving birth to Aegon. The only other comment will be that maybe she was fine with it, which is an entirely speculated point of view based soley on the perception of she cant be a victim. They don't make grand arguments against the pregnancies because they know it makes them look bad, so they argue everything else.
And you are absolutely correct. Rhaegar abandoned his children. Other fathers do not have this claim, because they went out to fight a war for loyalty, oaths and duty. But Rhaegar did not leave for war. He took Lyanna in peace times, and then only after the war was already in full swing did he even join. Rhaegar's actions were the catalyst that led to war. From the moment he took Lyanna, he was no longer a figure in his childrens life.
Aerys let Rhaella take Viserys and flee to Dragonstone. But he forced Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys to stay. Why? Because at that point Doran Martell was furious how she had been treated and was starting to offer aid to the rebels and thus Aerys held her hostage in order to keep her family from abandoning the Crowns side entierly.
A man who refused to touch his own first born granddaughter in the public court because she "smelled too dornish". That's who Rhaegar left his children with. A man who cared for his grandchildren so little he refused to even play nice and hold her in public once.
Rhaegar did not care about their saftey. He did not care to consider what would happen to them under his fathers hatred and delusions, or what would happen to them if they lost the war. He did not do what a good father does and protect his children. His best Kingsguard were under his orders, too busy keeping a helpless teenage girl hostage in a tower his own wife gifted him.
Rhaegar stans regularly criticize fathers in this series for things they don't deserve. Ned gets so heavily criticized by them, because they do not like the idea that the Stark is a better father then the Targaryean. Even though he is. Or they try to compare them and pretend they at all did any of the same things, just so they can justify liking Rhaegar. "Look you like Ned and hes flawed, and so is Rhaegar so he obviously is good."
These people do not care about anyone but Rhaegar. They don't care about Elia, or Lyanna, or Rhaenys, or Aegon, or even Jon. They do not care, because they bend over backwards to paint Rhaegar in a light that no one but purposley biased characters speak of him in.
They are Rhaegars own self fulfilling prophecy. Not caring about anyone but The Last Dragon, regardless of what destruction to other characters that results in.
Rhaegar Targaryean is a fucking dweeb and I wish Robert Baratheon crushed him to death with an even bigger war hammer.
#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#anti rhaegar targaryen#anti rhaegar#anti targaryen#anti targ stans#anti rhaegar x lyanna#anti rhaegar x elia#targ or rhaegar stans do not interact#you are all clowns and this is not the circus
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my parents aren't exactly fundamentalist people, but the day to day of living in a culture with a strong eschatological belief was enough to be traumatizing, no matter what religion it is. and im sure this is not just me, most people are just too afraid to even acknowledge how it fucks with them.
take a typical nature phenomenon, like eclipses, stars, black holes, sandstorms, weird animals, or rivers gone red from algae. this thing should have inspired curiosity right? well, in my country, all of the news articles and science videos regarding the subject is filled with people proselytizing, warning others its a sign of the apocalypse. worse when its a disaster like floods or tsunami or heatwaves or even extinction from poaching and environmental destruction. i've had people saying brazenly that climate change isn't man-made but god's punishment because the apocalypse / rapture is coming soon and we have too many LGBT people existing so of course trying to stop it would be a waste of effort, so just pray and prepare for akhirah and abuse others into falling in line.
the media does not help either. they made cheap infographic shows that are literally just about scaring people about the end of the world. a baby born with a life-threatening disability gets turn into shock fodder for tv because its born with one eye on its forehead. thats evil. do they even think of the effect it will cause for disabled people? of course they dont, in their mind theyre doing good because theyre reminding people that the apocalypse is coming soon and they should repent. i wonder, if someone from 2012 see a one-eyed child, would that kid be safe?
and in terms of personal experience, its horrifying to hear adults say, "yeah dajjal (the anti christ) will show up in your lifetime so you'll see the end of the world" and think that your parents didn't care enough to even think of the implication of bringing you to this world when its so corrupt and rotten. especially when you grow up knowing something is wrong and different with you.
and its not just that. its the end of the world, of course people would constantly talk about it in hushed tones. i've seen predictions shared in facebook or whatsapp groups, talked by kids and adults in sermons and hearsays. it turns people hostile to others with a different religion, or at best, they learn to be apathetic or detach their inherent empathy to other people because they have a different religion so theyre going to hell for eternity. so why fucking bother being tolerant or befriending them? you dont want to commit a grave sin since you wished a non-muslim to go to heaven for their good deeds right?
and when i was a kid, my friends would all have this strategy to prepare for judgement day. creating a culture where kids make up survival scenarios to prevent eternal, senseless torture is bad. and hypocritical when you keep saying god's love and care are boundless and unconditional.
my dad and every preacher i know always say to not be afraid of death, its something to look forward to, because you'll meet god, but you cant kill yourself and you must make sure even if its a natural death you live in the right way so you dont go to hell and be tortured for eternity. i agree death shouldnt be feared, but none of these people are truly unafraid of death. they shaped their entire life to make sure their death is the right one, and they force others to have belief out of a misguided sense of love.
i had an uncle who went far into this religious group, and even if the practices are completely identical to mainstream sunni islam, the man stopped providing for his wife and just pray and pray without doing anything else. believing god would simply take care of everything and even if he didn't, the apocalypse is coming soon! becoming too successful will just distract you from akhirah anyway.
its disgusting. i dont care what any religious/spiritual people on this site says. religion never gave people a sense of gratefulness or wonder or fulfillment. it turn them into incurious, selfish, frightened fucks that are too helpless to even fight for themselves and their home because the world is ending and its an inevitability so why bother? but thats the best case scenario. at worst, the eschatological sentiment turn people raging bigots abusing others so they'd convert or fall in line with cisheteropatriarchy and blame every tragedy to powerless minorities instead of the people in power.
i might have some faith left in me, but i would still advocate for state atheism. because its obvious every dominant religion will be used as a tool for terror and submission.
#religion#religious trauma#ex muslim#apostasy#islamophobes and anti muslim bigots DNI#long post#posts about my life
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do u think any of ur harrys likes pubic hair? or like is super okay with it and loves eating his wife out cause of it
I INSTANTLY THOUGHT OF 70’S HARRY UFNRKD
HELPPPPDBDND
“Oh. My. God. Did I forgot our anniversary or something?” Harry asks while his hands smooth up his wife’s thighs, excited to lick into his wife and feel the soft bush against the top of his nose while his tongue plays with her warm center. Y/n laughs, shaking her head. “No.”
“Then why have you kept the grown out bush? Do you want another baby? I thought we talked about th-“
“No! God, you’re awful! It’s not always for you, sometimes I get lazy.”
“Yeah, but it’s mainly for me.” He allows the pad of his fingers to brush over her mound, feeling the hairs that brush over his favorite spot on her. He pushes her down onto the bed, splitting her thighs open and yanking her thighs over his shoulder. He goes tongue first, loving the way the little hairs tickle his upper lip and brush against his nose. “Don’t ever shave- I want this all natural beauty every day.” He groans, pulling her unbelievably closer before he forces her to sit on his face.
“I said sit- not hover.” He yanks her hips down so she is sat on his face. Harry enjoyed every minute of the night.
I don’t think many of my characters would really have an opinion on it- they are all horny 24/7 so they cant complain.
I don’t think cottage core Harry has a preference, single dad doesn’t care, blind!Harry obviously doesn’t care, 70’s harry is obsessed with the bush, marriagecounselor!Harry wouldn’t care, Witch harry is all hippie-ish so he’s like “it’s all natural” and racer Harry probably doesn’t care- but I think he has a slight appreciation for a little hair down there.
Racer!harry:
“I haven’t shaved in a bit! Let me just go shave really quickly.” Harry rolls his eyes and tugs his wife toward his already naked body. “You think I care if you’ve got a little hair down there? I’ve got m’bush but you never seem to care.”
“Yeah, because it’s differe-“
“S’not.”
“I’m just tired and shaving when your pregnant is harder than I remember.”
“It’s our third baby, we’ve been through this exact moment the two other times I knocked you up. Just get on the bed and pull your panties down for me? I don’t care that you’ve got pubes. Seems like you’ve gone mad if you think I care.”
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OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1
(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)
The day Stolas met you, the life which had been boring at worst and full of love and respect at best, was in complete shambles. Broken ever since the "Brunch incident".
He and his wife were barely on speaking terms, and when they did speak, it would almost exclusively devolved into a fight filled with harsh words and thrown objects.
His darling starfire hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Something he'd usually chock up to teenage angst, but she actively avoided him now.
Something she'd never do before.
And so with his homelife slowly tearing him apart, he naturally thought a visit to his favourite Imp in all hell would brighten his day.
And that's where you came in.
You'd worked at I.M.P for the last few months and were quickly becoming a valued member of the I.M.P family.
Youd just finished a job and were about to fill out the rather tedious paperwork the job entailed, When the towering Demon Prince entered the office.
You were too proud an Imp to admit it, but when you first saw Prince Stolas you were a little starstruck.
Said Prince, apon finding a new Imp at I.M.P's office immediately inquired as to who you were
Taken off guard by suddenly be talking to a Prince of hell, you spent a moment fumbling your words, before finally telling him your name.
Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.
Stolas sparked up a conversation, asking how you ended up at I.M.P and your work with the company. Something you were more than happy to tell him about.
You told him how Blitzø had hired you after youd single handedly killed 3 men in a fight with only a can opener.
Then you told him about how working as an assassin was challenging but enjoyable work, all things considered.
You tell him how working for the chaotic force of nature that is Blitzø was great too, when he wasn't being a prick.
As charming as Stolas found your slightly flustered conversation. There was a purpose to his visit. And so asking you if Blitzø was in, to which you told him he was in his office.
Stolas suddenly became anxious, wondering aloud if his outfit was presentable or not.
This caused you to laugh, placing a hand over your mouth.
Stolas was immediately indignant, demanding to know what was so funny.
You killed the laugh with a cough, before telling him you laughed because simply put "You'd never seen a more ravishing demon in all your time in hell" And for him to be anxious was funny to you.
Stolas Blushed hard, a Warmth he didn't understand spreading through his chest. It had been so long since he'd received such praise from someone who wasnt utterly subservient to him.
Sputtering out an timid thank you, before immediately making his way Blitzø's office, Ignoring your cries to wait.
Being violently thrown out of Blitzø's office was not how he saw this unplanned little 'Rendezvous' going.
Blitzø stepped out stared down at him, a mixture of disgust and anger plain on his face.
'I'm so sick of this shit stolas' Blitzø grumble out, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 'We made a Fucking deal, I come over ONCE a MONTH and fuck your brains out. And you leave me alone unless you have a job for us.'
Stolas tried to reply, trying to explain why he was there. But before he could Blitzø interjected 'I can put up with all creepy perverted texts and shit, but I am not your God Damned SEXTOY Stolas! I don't want to see your ass don't here again!' He screamed, before slamming the door.
Stolas just sat there. Unwilling to move. He felt like he'd just been slapped.
His eyes stung. His throat burned. He clutched at the ground, and even as his world fell apart around him, he could only focus on one thing.
He felt so cold...
He had no one.
No one loved him.
He felt so cold...
It took everything he had not to breakdown, he couldn't, not here. It was unbecoming of a prince to been seen showing such weakness.
The sudden sensation of something on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find You, standing over him. Hand on his shoulder and a sympathetic smile on your face.
You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.
Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.
Putting away the hanky, you stood up and offered him a hand.
Helping him to his feet, you asked him if he was okay. Stolas immediately tried to put up his aristocratic facade and assure you he was fine.
Only for the words to die in his throat and for him to almost burst into tears again.
Leading him into the nearby office, you find yourself in the conference room. You sat him on said conference table.
Quickly zipping off, you returned a moment later with a little plastic cup of water.
Handing the little cup, he took it with a wordless thanks.
Stolas felt cold.
He felt like his whole world was falling apart. He had nothing.
His wife couldnt stand him.
His beloved Starfire wouldn't stay in the same room as him.
He had nothing and no one.
No one loved him.
Why should he even go on.
Even through there crimson glow, you could see just how close he was to breaking down.
So before his despair could consume him completely, you did the only thing you could think of.
You climbed atop the conference table and pulled the poor owl-boi into a hug.
It was a little awkward due to the height difference, but standing on the table brought you high enough to pull his head onto your chest.
Stolas was utterly shocked, not just by the action itself, But the fact you did this on your own acord.
He didn't have to barter or beg or make promises for your affection.
You just... gave it freely.
He couldnt help himself.
It had been so long since he'd last felt the loving touch of another soul.
And for you to give affection so openly, he felt he could let himself be vulnerable to you. He releases a long anguished cry, bursting into tears.
You just held him close, gently petting his head, whispering words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay.
He didn't know why but your words brought out
Stolas threw his arms around you, holding onto you as though you were the last anchor in his sea of despair.
The poor owl drenched the front of your shirt with his dejected tears.
Stolas didn't know how long he cried for, and you simply didn't care.
You could tell he needed this and were more then happy to give the demonic prince some much needed affection.
Eventually, Stolas shed all the tears he had, standing up he unintentionally pulled himself from your warm embrace.
Stolas instantly missed the warmth of your touch. The same all consuming coldness as before instantly returning.
Looking up at Stolas you draw your handkerchief and go to wipe his tear stained face.
But before you could, Stolas grabbed your hand, his other hand was placed on the back of your head, he pulls you into a kiss.
You weren't sure how to react, stolas certainly didn't give you any time to figure it out as he pulled you deeper into the kiss.
While you were initially shocked by the kiss, you honestly, didn't care to put up any kind of resistance.
While you would of preferred he asked for a kiss, you could tell the guy needed this. And all things considered, you were happy to oblige him.
So when his tongue slid across your teeth, asking for entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck you let it in, giving stolas full access to your mouth.
You began leaning into the kiss, doing your best to return his passion.
Stolas, took your returning passion as further permission, he became more aggressive.
His tongue dominated your mouth, as his hands began roamed across your body.
Stolas was in bliss, each time you shivered or moaned, bringing him further pleasure.
Taking each sound as encouragement, he became more and more aggressive. Sure that each sound you made was an unconscious sign of love.
He became more desperate to hear your angelic voice as moaned or cried out. Desperate to hear someone say they loved him.
Gripping his head, you tried to de-escalate the situation before it got out of hand.
Of course that was easier said then done, as Stolas was much stronger then he looked. But after much effort, despite Stolas's silent insistence that you continue, you finally managed to break the kiss.
Stolas's forceful nature found you pushed back onto the table. Stolas towering over you, staring down at you with those awe inspiring crimson eyes.
'We cant be this doing this' You try to tell him 'Not here. What if someone walks in on us?' The question hung in the air. When it became obvious it wasn't deterring his growing need you asked 'What if Blitzø catches us?'
Stolas pulled back at that.
Looking to the side he rubbed his arm, Anxiety bubbling in his chest.
Stolas hadn't thought of that.
What if Blitzø did walk in?
Finding him with one of his employees.
In his office.
Would Blitzø be upset?
Would he yell at him, scream and throw a fit, insisting he had betrayed him...
Would Blitzø even care?
There was a part of him that said 'Of course he would. Blitzø, no matter how much he denied it, surely Blitzø cared for him on some level.'
Stolas could tell himself that all he wanted, but deep down, he knew the truth.
He placed his hand on your cheek, looking down at you. He tried to speak only for a new wave of emotions hit him, causing him on reflex to fall silent.
It was in that moment, as he stood over you, did he realis he didn't need to hide his vulnerability from you. You weren't judging him, he could be vulnerable to you and would judge him for it.
His heart swelled and despite having just met you, he found himself developing a deep yearning to be with you.
'I-I know this is sudden. And you have every right to say no. But please... No one has ever shown me such genuine affection like you have today.'
' I'm so used to people only interested in me for my status or resources.' Stolas held himself, looking dejectedly to the side. A new wave of sorrow enveloping him.
'Your the only one who's shown me the slightes care, past what I could do for them.' He didn't meet your gaze, he ran his hand down your chest, his voice becoming just above a whisper. 'I have nothing (Y/N), I have no one. Right now your the only thing I have.'
'I need to feel something (Y/n), I need to feel something before I fall apart, and I want feel it with you.' He was practically begging you by this point.
Things like pity and mercy were a death sentence in hell.
There was nothing stopping you from saying no. You cared little for royalty. You weren't some door mat that took every word from royalty as gospel.
But right now, this great Demonic Prince standing before you. He didn't want your obedience. He wasn't forcing you to do anything.
He just wanted some sort of affection. something you knew you could give him so easily.
How could you say no?
With a deep sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate. Leaning forward you place your hand under his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze. Stolas was shocked when pulled him close and planted a kiss on his his beak.
'Lock the door' you whispered.
#helluva boss#helluva stolas#x reader#headcanon#helluva boss headcanon#helluva boss x reader#stolas x reader#stolas
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Just go with it part 2
Musical beetlejuice x reader
You have to meet juno and pretend you and bj are getting married
Nsft sorta, mentions of activity
Part 1
"Babes"
....
"Sugar"
...
"Y/n"
...?
"Y/n wake up, come on babes"
...!
"Beej?" You mumble rubbing your eyes "what's wrong?" You say in a whisper.
He doesnt respond, you turn on the lamp by your bed and check your phone clock
5:42am
You sigh, looking back at the demon, now being able to see him clearly, you freeze upon seeing that the demon was now completely purple, his hair, his beard, his tie, all deep purple.
"What's wrong?" You ask again, more fear in you voice then intended
"Okay y/n" he starts, using your name rather then a pet name was never a good sign "so you remember a few nights ago when that suit came by to see if I was lying about our relationship?"
"He's back?!" You sit up, more awake "wait... wasnt the repercussion to that not that bad? Just some extra work for you?"
Beetlejuice rubs his neck "yeah, thing about that, it's not him... my mother is here, to talk to you personally..." he trails off refusing to look at you
"Your mother...." you repeat feeling your stomach drop
"Yeah..."
"What's gonna happen if she finds us out?" You ask in a whisper
"...who knows with her" the demon spits before looking away.
The two of you remain in silence over the shit beetlejuice has gotten you into it.
Beetlejuice huffs out his nose as his focus goes back to you.
"So y/n, I mean honey~" the demon pulls you up from your bed and into a side hug "ready to meet mommy dearest?" Beetlejuice tried to smile, make light of the situation, but his hair betrayed him, remaining a deep purple, even though he tried his best to plaster a grin across his face for your sake.
You didnt know much about Beetlejuice's mother, other then she didnt exactly win mother of the year, beej only opened up about her a handful of times, long story short, you knew this was gonna be a rough experience for both of you, but mostly Beej.
Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders, pulling the same ring he gave you to fool the suit, the same tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, your heart swelled at the sight of the ring.
The ghoul drops on one knee, and gently slides the ring onto your middle finger, pausing to kiss your hand before giving you wink, under different circumstances you would die from such a cheesy romantic gesture, but now was not that time, you did appreciate beetlejuice trying to lighten the mood.
"Alright honey, you remember the drill?"
"Yes"
"That's my future wife, let's not keep the bitch waiting" he smiles linking arms with you
Future wife...
You couldnt help but give the ghoul a soft smile at the thought.
Beetlejuice takes a deep breath, smoothing his hair back, wiping the purple away in favour of his default green.
The demon grabs your hand begins to lead you to your living room, you could barely focus over the sound of your heart pounding, who could blame you, you were about to come face to face with someone Beetlejuice was afraid of.
As the two of you head down the hall , she was finally in sight, you felt your stomach drop, in your recliner sat an old woman, dressed completely in red, she had a permanent scowl across her face, her whole presence give off a bad feeling.
"Lawrence, you took your sweet time fetching your fiance" she barked causing beetlejuice to flinch
"Ya know breathers, they like their sleep-" he forces a laugh, purple slowly creeping back into his hair
"Nonsense, it's nearly 6am, that's more then a reasonable time for breathers to wake and start their pointless routines" she waves off, beetlejuice frowns and leads you to the couch, where the both of you sit.
"Its been awhile huh Ma? Like I was saying earlier, it's nice to see you again and-" beetlejuice was babbling
"Zip it" was all she said and beetlejuice clamped his mouth shut and gazed down staring at his feet. "Lawrence, I didnt come here for pointless pleasantries" her eyes meet yours "y/n l/n I dont know what Lawrence has done to you or promised you, but I can assure you he doesnt care about you, and just wants freedom, further more Lawrence, do you honestly think this breather could love you? This game of yours needs to come to an end, there is alot of paper work tied up in this farce of yours"
You were taken back by her words, she really didn't beat around the bush.
"I dont-" you start, voice trembling
"Ma, y/n loves me and I love them, see~" beetlejuice grabs your hand to show his mother the ring, she eyes the ring for a moment, then goes bad to staring daggers into her son, her scowl never faltering.
"Tacky" she huffs, a simple response like that was enough to shut her son down, beetlejuice pulled away from you, pressing his back firm against the couch, lips pressed shut and hands clamped together in his lap.
"As I was saying, Lawrence is a natural born troublemaker, and youd be smart to back out of this farce before he gains life, knocks you up with a life ruining disappointment, and vanishes from your life" she droned as she lights a cigarette, taking a deep inhale, smoke shooting out from her neck.
You swallow hard.
"I would prefer if you didnt smoke in my house, ma'am"
Juno stares at you for a moment, then shakes her head as she puts out her cigarette on your coffee table.
"Ma'am I really do trust beetlejuice, and I love him, this isnt a farce-" you began, but your words were ignored
"If you want to throw yourself into a mess, I wont stop you, I'm not here to save you, but I have to applaud his efforts on tricking someone LEGAL this time for his little game. Even though this mess of yours is going to keep him out of my way for awhile, it doesn't cover the fact that Lawrence's efforts have caused my office nothing but work. And even if this "love" was real the boy ruins everything thing he touches, cant do anything right, having him around only causes headaches, you'll see soon enough y/n," Juno's hurtful words drone on, as if her son wasnt sitting across the table from her.
"Back to the matter, even if you do choose to marry this fool, I wanted to warn you about the mess your getting yourself into, giving him life would only cause you grief, and I dont want to hear it when you get to the netherworld after a suicide his actions caused"
You grit your teeth at that last remark, you knew juno thought poorly of beetlejuice, but did she honestly thing her son was so awful that youd kill yourself over his actions, you felt like you were going to be sick.
"Lawrence, why is your hair purple?"
You glance over to beetlejuice, who infact was completely purple, the deepest purple you've ever seen him wear.
Beetlejuice bites down on his lip, his hands clenched in fists as they sat on his thighs, he was frozen.
"Bee?" You gently whisper as you slowly place a hand on his, the ghoul flinches at your touch, beetlejuice slowly takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze.
"Come on Ma, y/n my be dramatic, and get mad at me from time to time, but they'd never kill themselves over anything dumb I'd do, and hell we already talked it over, we dont want kids" the ghoul leans into you for support.
Juno scowls "to remind you both, I'm not here to stop you two, the only thing I'm here for is to warn this foolish breather, and double check to make sure YOU arent mucking about and blackmailing the living again, there is a lot of paper work involved in this little game of yours, and you still havent delt with the paper work of your failed marriage and death by the hands of that poor child you tricked" her eyes narrow down to beetlejuice, juno pauses, then sighs
"Lawrence just come clean, this little game of yours has gone on long enough, even if you didnt blackmail this poor soul into marrying you, do you honestly think they love you? You dont actually think this breather wants you around do you?"
"That's not true, I do-"
You werent able to finish that sentence, with a snap of juno's fingers your mouth is now cover with a strip of duct tape.
"You've honestly fooled yourself into thinking you could be loved didnt you? Pitiful, maybe this breather found you amusing now, but you dont think it's going to last do you?" Her questioning goes on, she was convinced her son was unlovable, you tug away at the duct tape but it refuses to budge, beetlejuice was too focused on his mother's words, to the point where he was starting to believe her, the purple slowly faded from him in favour of white, a color you've never seen on him.
"Lawrence you're little game is over, and you're going to clean up the mess you made, I have a decade's worth of paper work for you to fill out over this farce and every other little issue you caused, I knew from the start this was fake, no living person in their right mind would let you into their life willingly"
A decade's worth of paper work?! Was that so important that she was willing to manipulate her own son into thinking he was worthless?
"Lawrence you are such a screw up, the amount of work your little games keep giving me is coming to an end, you will never be alive, you will never be loved, let alone tolerated, and you are coming back to my office to straighten up ever little issue you have caused, if you think being invisible for a millennia is bad-" she raises her voice with each hateful word.
This duct tape wasnt going to budge, so you went with plan B, you roughly bump into the demon's side to get his attention, beetlejuice looking your way, your eyes grow wide at his expression, he was crying, black gooey tears. The two of you stare at each other what felt like an eternity, Juno's voice no longer reached him, beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the duct tape vanishes from your mouth.
You jump up from you position on the couch "I'm sorry ma'am but bee- Lawrence isnt worthless, and yes, he can be an ass, and insensitive at times, but I love him and I really do want to marry him! And whatever stupid paper work that is tied up in this, can just fuck off..." your voice tweaks as the ghoulish women sitting across from you stands up, eyes dead set on you.
You werent great with confrontation, and beej knew this, but here you were talking back to his mother, you his tiny sweet breather talking back to a literal monster. The white from Beetlejuice's hair quickly left in replacement to pink 'I really do want to marry him!' Those words from your lips could have made his heart start beating , tho that was shortly lived when he saw this mother stand, purple took hold of his form once again.
He couldnt let you fight his mistakes alone, though he found it hot that you could be his knight in shining armor.
No, beetlejuice is quick to jump up and link his arm with yours "see ma, this little breather stole my heart, and hell, we've been planning our little wedding for months" beetlejuice snaps his fingers and in a flash his and yours clothes change. Beetlejuice wore a red tux made with crushed velvet, with a lacy front, his whole outfit screamed tacky, but that was him. Looking down at your self, you stifle a laugh, here you were, 6:30am, dressed in a red puffy lacing monster of a dress, in all honesty this wouldnt be your first choice, but now was not that time. Beetlejuice pulls you close, you could swear he could hear how hard your heart was pounding, could you blame yourself? He looked so handsome all dressed up, even if this was fake.
"My, my Lawrence, doesnt that dress look familiar, isnt that the dress you forced that poor child to wear the last time you played this game?" his mother sneers
"Its called a call back, and y/n loves it" he sneers back you nodded in agreement, beetlejuice continues "we're still working on a venue, trying to find a band, believe me, planning a wedding is exhausting, and oh! dont be surprised if your invite gets lost in the mail ma" the demon gives a shit eating grin, you smile seeing beetlejuice has gained SOME confidence back.
"I have no interest in attending your little wedding Lawrence" she spat "it's clear you're not going to budge, and still refusing to take responsibility for your actions, you always were a slacker, and if that's the case, once you die again you will be returning to my office to deal with the mess you made" her focus turns to you "or I could end this little charade by killing your ticket to life"
Your heart stops at her words, she was a demon, Beetlejuice's grip tightens on you, the silence must have been hurting him as much as it did you.
"But I wont, itd be too much a hassle ending a life before it's time"
You sigh in relief, and beetlejuice loosens his grip.
"This will end poorly for the two of you, and I dont want to hear it" juno walks past the two of you, and with a gesture of her hand the livingroom wall opens up to reveal an office full of the dead.
"Lawrence before you join the living I need to deal with one last errand, so I will see you later, and you" Juno's boney finger points to you "you have no idea what you've signed up for" and with that she was gone, the wall closes up as if nothing happened, the two of you collapse on the floor
"Shes gone" you sigh, you've never been more scared in you entire life then you were talking to Juno
"So you like your future mother in law?" Beej jabs you side
"Oh yeah, a delight" you snort, "how long do you think we have before she notices we havent gotten married?" You tone shifts to a more serious note
"No clue, guess you'll actually need to marry me now" he pulls you into a side hug
"What?" You stammer, beetlejuice laughs at your response
"HA! Just pulling your chain there doll, theres no way in hell she's coming back to check, if I know that Bitch shes going to file away those papers for me, there's no way she'll let them just sit there for who knows how long, and this time next week she'll be harping about something else" beetlejuice stands up and pulls you up with him as he sees you struggling to move in that dress, as you raise to your feet you mumble a thanks.
"You know beej, you really do clean up good, I mean, you look very handsome all dressed up" you smile, now that that two of you were safe, you felt it was the right time to say it.
The purple in the ghoul's hair quickly vanishes at your kind words and is replaced with pink.
"Well you know doll, the tux suits me, but it looks even better on the floor, you'll see on our honeymoon~"
"Is that so?"
"Dont believe me? I'll show ya right now baby~" the ghoul pulls you close pressing his chest against yours, as fun as this little exchange was it came to a halt when you yawned.
"What a way to start a weekend, early and terrified, I think I'm gonna get a few more hours of sleep" you grumbled rubbing your eye "you mind helping me out of this dress?" Beetlejuice goes wide eyed at your question, in a flash his hands were groping for the zipper on your back.
"Naughty minx" he purrs before you swat his hands away
"I ment with magic" you breath out, you may be tired, but your genitals were now wide awake.
Beetlejuice grumbles as he snaps his fingers bringing you back into your pajamas and him in his suit.
"Thank you, I guess this wouldnt be good night, see you in a bit" you shrug as you head to your bedroom to get a few more hours of sleep, you glance back at beetlejuice, who was purple once again, you frown
"Beej do you want to sleep with me? I mean you dont need to sleep, I just thought maybe, you wouldnt want to be alone right now?" After seeing his mother maybe he could use some comfort.
There was a long silence as the demon only stares back at you, you panic
"I'm sorry, that was stupid, I'll just, uh, see you in-" you babble as you spin in your heels eager to get away from this embarrassing situation. Before you could hide away in your bedroom you feel the dicey grip if the demon's hand on your shoulder, and in a deep gravely voice he purrs
"Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to sleep together?~"
you honestly felt a shiver run up your spine.
The ghoul, now only in a pair of boxers has now cuddled up to you his legs intertwined with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist, hand rubbing up and down your back, and head nuzzled into your chest, the demon now pink, purred feeling your hands scratching his scalp, his mother was wrong, you did love him, truly and unconditionally, maybe not now, but soon, he will marry you.
Bonus
It's been days since you met his mother, and it seems like beetlejuice has been back to stop caring about it, but sometimes you see him just staring off into space.
The ghoul had only one thing on his mind, replaying the memory over and over, of you shouting "I REALLY DO WANT TO MARRY HIM!"
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13 Anti LO Asks
1. ok but thats seriously what bugs me so much about LO, it never actually lets serious moments be serious, it's always lampooned by rachel's insistent need to force in her juvenile "humor" and never actually depicting how pressing things are. even the following moments from persephone's r//pe was undercut by hades making stupid puns! i understand if rachel cant write something more serious than "[x] is bad" but if thats so, then dont try it? because thats how you end up with this pretentious mess.
2. since when did lo hades have earrings??? i legit do not remember this ever being a thing??? is he trying to be hip with the kids 😭my man you still look like a crusty old man the earrings arent helping 😭
3. lo hermes looks and acts like flaky from happy tree friends and no thats not a compliment (TW for gore, blood, and violence if any of you google it)
4. Even though the earlier art style was better there are still some cursed panels from the earlier pages that still haunt me. Especially the way Persephone was drawn differently in so many of the panels.
5. lo hades has such "how do you do fellow kids" energy and im not sure why
6. im also confused on the fertility goddess stuff because how stupid is persephone if she didnt notice? she can create life and nature without even thinking and shes implied to be a genius in biology, so how would she not even notice this? if RS really wants to go with this plot, then why have her professor bring it up in class? why not show persephone going to her uni's library to research the topic and pouring over it? that's an easy way to show persephone's intelligence, yet LO doesnt even try.
7. What I wanna know in LO was how Demeter and Hestia were compensated after the war. The three brothers got to be kings and Hera is queen, but what we know of Demeter is that she had a millionaire dollar business that’s probably made it on its own (unless she was helped out) and then Hestia all we really know about her is that she runs that TOGEM and idk if there’s only 4 of them, Hestia really had a group by herself for a bit since Athena is Zeus’ (assumed) daughter, Artemis (Zeus’ assumed daughter) and persphone (newest member) which seems shitty since they won a war together
8. I think what happened with LO’s art style was RS got “lazy” (I’m lacking the right word). I feel like without the colors all of the men in LO have the same body type, and Hermès and Apollo may even have the same face if they smile the same. So to compensate for that lack of body diversity, RS doubled down on Hades’ features to make him stand out more to really show he’s the male lead. However, even in her own words he looks like Persphones’ “dusty ass dad”
The women use to be a little different but they’re all starting to blend with body types. Her was small, but now she’s short and busty like Persphone. RS makes Persphone look short and busty all the time but almost childlike. Minthe was skinny but her last moments she was busy. Aphrodite I feel was just busty but then tried to make her look small also with Ares and Hades beside her. Hestia stayed the same but is still small and busty. Athena was tall and thin (?) but now she’s tall but busty (and her relationship with Hestia looks like it mirrors HXP). Idk I just feel like the longer screen time the female characters get the more they start mirroring Persphone’s look. Like even Artemis was getting empathized on being small next to her brother Apollo. Like all the girls gotta look small but curvy as the story goes on.
9. Demeter: watched her friend get ripped in half. Watched her friend get continually cheated on, paying the price for not hiding a mistress , watched metis get eaten, her back clawed, fought in a war. Later made a daughter who’s a fertility goddess (probably an accident) and now has to raise her. That same daughter then went on a rampage and isn’t really remorseful
Fans: Demeter is such an overbearing mother who gets in the way of our ship.
10. on regards to ace characters, asexuality is a spectrum like everything else, so a lot of asexuals actually do enjoy and have sex, so the maidens doing so isnt inherently a problem, its the fact rachel is clearly viewing it through a strict binary where she assumes asexuality is something that can be "fixed" over time/when the right person comes along. its also a bad modern reading of it, as "virginity" in an ancient sense meant via marriage, not via sex, but I doubt rachel cares to factcheck it.
11. Imagine an elf is given a job to do at a human institution. The humans think elves don’t need bathroom breaks, since they know they can hold it for days, but this elf has been traveling to reach their job, and has already been holding it to the point they are in pain. They ask for a break, but their job is important and time sensitive, so they admit they can still hold it when asked. After a full day of work, the elf tries to reach the bathroom in time, but they were never told where it is.
From OP: I think this might be a nymph allegory? Anon never specified so I'll put this here anyway.
12. ya know if hades has to lie to make apollo seem worse (who does not need much in this comic) its like??? why is he persephone's lawyer then?? lawyers are literally told not to lie, this is basic law 101. thats why they dont want their clients to mention to them if they actually did the crimes because then the lawyers have to say it in court. if hades lies so casually just to keep persephone away from justified punishment, then thats bad actually! both in being a decent person and as a lawyer!
From OP: Hades didn’t lie but he was definitely out of line. RS liked a tweet saying that the wife thing was “subconscious” so it probably was. (Still doesn’t make it right but I doubt he’d say those things on the stand.)
13. I know Minthe was written in a way she was suppose to be unlikesable, she’s rude, she yells and she doesn’t hesistate. HOWEVER RS wrote her character badly. Minthe is so unliked? How was she able to be a bad gf to hades and Thanatos? Like yes it’s an affair but how was she able to pull 2 gods?! We don’t hear Hades or Thanatos say what they like about her BUT they both still had a fling with her. (Honestly I feel it’s cause RS can’t bare writing one nice thing about the female anatangoist without trying to make Persphone look good)
The other thing bothering me was everyone knew about her relationship with Hades after she put it on fatesbook, but everyone talked about the kiss in such a positive light IN FRONT OF HER. Aren’t they suppose to be scared of her? Why did the girls in the yoga class/dress shop had so much to say about that kiss? Because they knew persphone? Did they know every other detail too? What was their actual beef with Minthe?
I feel like realistically some more characters would have sympathy for Minthe if they didn’t know her that well because of Hera. Everyone knows Hera is a pill to deal with and she’s the goddess of marriage who hasn’t really tried bringing Minthe and Hades to the alter. That right there should let everyone know that Hera probably doesn’t help the situation.
Idk, I feel like RS could have gone deeper and made the character not such HXP shippers cause most people wouldn’t cheer for cheating nor an old ass guy getting with a 19 year old. (Idk how fast the news of the slap spread, but I doubt it made it to every place in their fictional world)
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The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch ; Quotes
One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can me inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
There will be time and motive enough to prose on about my life when I shall have generated as it were a sufficient cloud of reflection. I am still almost shy of my emotions, shy of the terrible strength of certain memories.
I always felt that we were in the same boat, adventuring along together (…) We enjoyed and craved for each other’s company. What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
Is it true however? Well, it is not totally misleading, but it is far too short and ‘smart’. How can one describe real people?
Did I face it well? I think I did. Forgiveness and money were so ready as soon as I knew that she was doomed. That sounds cynical. I always loved her; and we were rewarded. At the very end we were both perfect. Poor Clement. That is a dreadful land, old age. I shall soon be entering it myself.
The image of Hartley changed in my mind from fiery pain to sadness, but never became blank. And in a way, I did keep searching for her, only it was a different and quite involuntary kind of search, a sort of dream-search.
Oh Hartley, Hartley, how timeless, how absolute love is. My love for you is unaware that I am old and you perhaps are dead.
‘I could have told you that country is the least peaceful and private place to live. The most peaceful and secluded place in the world is a flat in Kensington.’
I confess that I went to Peregrine not only for a drinking bout and a chat with and cold friend, but for male company, sheer complicit male company: the complicity of males which is like, indeed is, a kind of complicity in crime, in chauvinism, in getting away with things, in just gluttonously enjoying the present even if hell is all around.
‘We are such inward creatures, that inwardness is the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. But we cannot just walk into the cavern and look around. Most of what we think we know are pseudo-knowledge. We are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value. (…) People lie so, even we old men do. Though in aa way, if there is art enough it doesn’t matter, since there is another kind of truth in the art’.
‘And if there is art enough a lie can enlighten us as well as the truth. What is the truth anyway, that truth? As we know ourselves we are fake objects, fakes, bundles of illusions. Can you determine exactly what you felt or thought or did? We have to pretend in law courts that such things can be done, but that is just a matter of convenience. Well, well, it doesn’t signify. (…)’
‘(…) Do you know what marriage is like? You say she’s unhappy, most people are. A long marriage is very unifying, even if it’s not ideal, and those old structures must be respected. You may not think much of her husband, but he may suit her, however impressed she is by meeting you again. Has she said she wants to be rescued?
How very convenient these cliché phrases are, how soothing to the pained mind, and how misleading, how concealing.
It is an interesting fact about jealousy (…) that although it is in so many respects a totally irrational as well as totally irresistible emotion, it does show a certain limited reasonableness where temporal priority is concerned.
I love her, I thought, just as if I have been married to her all those years and have seen her gradually grow old and lose her beauty.
You’ve lived in a hedonistic dream all your life, and you’ve got away with behaving like a cad because you always picked on women who could look after themselves. And my God you told us the score, you never committed yourself, you never said you loved us even when you did! A cold fish with clear hands! But it was just luck really if the girls survived.
She summoned up my whole being, and I wanted to hold her and to overwhelm her an to lie with her forever, jusqu’a la fin du monde, and yes, to amaze her humility with the forces of my love, but also to be humble myself and to let her, in the end, console me and give me back my own best self.
After looking at the bright candles I could at first see nothing, and it struck me in an odd way that while I was talking to Hartley I had forgotten about the sea, forgotten it was there and now felt confounded and at a loss to find myself half blind among those terrible rocks.
The formation of my love for Clement, had been one of the main tasks and achievements of my life: that love which so often almost failed but never quite failed.
Being in love, that’s another slavery, stupid when you come to think of it, mad really. You make another person into God. That can’t be right (…) Real love, is free and sane. (…) Real love is like in a marriage when the glamour is gone. (…) Love. God, how often we uttered that word in the theatre and how little we even thought about it.
‘Yes, it’s strange, but in a way I do know you, and there isn’t anyone else who’s near me like that. I support it’s just because we were young, and later you cant know people, or I couldn’t.’
‘It’s happened fast because it’s right, it’s easy because it’s right.’
‘I wish I was dead, I think I’m going to die soon, I feel it. Sometimes I felt I would die by wishing it when I went to sleep but I always woke up again and found I was still there. Every morning finding I’m still me, that’s hell.’
‘Well, get out of hell then! The gate’s open and I’m holding it!’
‘I cant. I’m hell, myself.’
‘You just want someone to remember things with.’
It ceased at last, as everything dreadful has to cease, even if it ceases only by death. My presence, my cries, had no effect on her, I doubt if, in a sense, she knew I was there, although also, in a sense, the performance was for me, its violence directed at me.
I remembered, as I now did whenever I awoke, with a pang of anguish and love and fear, that Hartley was in the house.
(…) and although, with her disordered grey hair she looked old and mad, she seemed in that arrested moment like a queen.
‘And you are using this thing from the far past as a guide to important and irrevocable moves which you propose to make in the future. You are making a dangerous induction, and induction is shaky at the best of times, consider Russell’s chicken –‘
‘Russell’s chicken?’
‘The farmer’s wife comes out every day and feeds the chicken, but one day she comes out and wrings its neck.’
‘Not to worry. Sic biscuits disintegrat.’
‘What?’
‘That’s the way the cookie crumbles.’
We did not dare to say much to each other. By now I wanted the whole thing to be over. I could scarcely endure the idea that she might even now say ‘I don’t think I want to go after all.’; and the impulse to cry out ‘Stop!’ was a pain which I urgently wanted to be without. Perhaps she felt much the same.
James said, ‘I hope you don’t feel that I’ve influenced you in any way against your better judgement?’
‘No.’ I was not going to argue that point. Of course he had influenced me. But what was my judgement, let alone better judgement?
‘Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is us who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.’
‘I’m not calling her a ghost. She is real, as human creatures are, but what reality she has is elsewhere. She does not coincide with your dream figure. You were not able to transform her. You must admit you tried and failed.’
‘(…) It is a mental charade, a necessary one perhaps, it has its own necessity, but not like what you think. Of course you can’t get over it at once. But in a few weeks or a few months you’ll have run through it all, looked at it all again and felt it all again and got rid of it. It’s not an eternal thing, nothing human is eternal. For us, eternity is an illusion. It’s like in a fairy tale. When the clock strikes twelve it will all crumble to pieces and vanish. And you’ll find you are free of her, free of her forever and you can let the poor ghost go. What will remain will be ordinary obligations and ordinary interests. And you’ll feel relief, you’ll feel free. At present, you’re just obsessed, hynotised.’
‘(…) When you’ve known someone from childhood, when you can’t remember when they weren’t there, that’s not an illusion. She’s woven into me. Don’t you understand how one can be so absolutely connected with somebody like that?’
‘(…) I gave her the meaning of my life long ago, I gave it to her and she still has it. Even if she doesn’t know she has it, she has it.’
‘Just like even if she’s ugly she’s beautiful and even if she doesn’t love you she loves you – ‘
‘But she does –‘
‘Charles, either this is very fine, very noble, or else you’re mad.’
‘(…) You mustn’t interfere in other people’s lives, especially married people. That’s in a way why marriage is so awful, I can’t think how anyone dares to do it. You’ve got to leave them alone. They’ve got their own way of hating each other and hurting each other, they enjoy it.’
‘”For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.”(…)’
Some kinds of obsession, of which being in love is one, paralyses the ordinary free-wheeling of the mind, its natural open interested curious mode of being, which is sometimes persuasively defined as rationality. I was sane enough to know that I was in a state of total obsession and that I could onlythink, over and over again, certain agonising thoughts, could only run continually along the same rat-paths of fantasy and intent. But I was not sane enough to interrupt this mechanical movement or even to desire to do so.
‘(…) And perhaps I was pleased to see you. We sometimes like to see people whom we hate and despise so that we can stir them up to further demonstrations of how odious they are.’
‘Jealousy is born with love, but does not always die with love.’
‘(…) Ordinary mediocre people think that if they confess one tenth of the truth they’re in the clear. You’ve made all your words into lies, you’ve devalued your speech and – in a moment you’ve spoiled the past – and there’s nothing to rely on any more.’
There were a few clouds, big lazy chryselephantine clouds that loafed around over the water exuding light. I gazed at them and wondered at myself for being too obsessed to be able to admire the marvels that surrounded me. But knowing how blind I was did not make me see.
(…) people can be light sources, without ever knowing, for years in the lives of others, while their own lives take different and hidden courses. Equally, one can be, and I recalled Peregrine’s words, a monster, a cancer, in the mind of someone whom one has half forgotten or even never met.
As James said, ‘If even a dog’s tooth is truly worshipped it glows with light.’
‘Can you hear the sea?’
‘I think you’re nearly through out of it. You’ve built a cage of needs and installed here in an empty space in the middle. The strong feelings are all around her – vanity, jealousy, revenge, your love for your youth – they aren’t focused on her, they don’t touch her. She seems to be their prisoner, but really you don’t harm her at all. You are using her image, a doll, a simulacrum, it’s an exorcism. Soon you will start seeing her as a wicked enchantress. Then you will have nothing to do except forgive here and that will be within your capacity.’
‘The sea is clean. The mountains are high. I think I am becoming drunk.’
‘The sea is not all that clean,’ said James. ‘Did you know that dolphins sometimes commit suicide by leaping onto the land because they are so tormented by parasites?’
‘I wish you hadn’t told me that. Dolphins are such good beasts. So even they have their attendant demons.’
‘What after all is superstition?’ said James, pouring some more wine into both glasses. ‘What is religion? Where does the one end and the other begin? How could one answer that question about Christianity?’
‘(…) But this power is dreadful stuff. Our lusts and attachments compose our god. And when one attachment is cast off another arrived by way of consolation. We never give up pleasure absolutely, we only barter it for another.’ (…)
What was my role in this play? I felt myself being relaxed and smiling like a man in a dream who cannot remember his lines but knows he can manage impromptu.
If there’s any fruitless mental torment which is greater than that of jealousy it is perhaps remorse. Even the pains of loss may be less searching; and often of course these agonies combine, as now they did for me. I say remorse not repentance. I doubt if I have ever experienced repentance in a pure form; perhaps it does not exist in a pure form. Remorse contains guilt, but helpless hopeless guilt which knows of no cure for the painful bite.
However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously even after (…)
Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summing up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.
But am I so exceptional? We must live by the light of our self-satisfaction, through that secret vital busy inwardness which is even more remarkable than our reason. Thus we must live unless we are saints, and are there any? There are spiritual beings, perhaps James was one, but there are no saints.
There may be no saints, but there is at least one proof that the light of self-satisfaction can illuminate the whole world.
Of course this chattering diary is a façade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward savages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretences are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
That time of attentive mourning for her death was quite unlike the black blank horror of the thing itself. We had mourned together, trying to soothe each other’s pain. But that shared pain was so much less than the torment of her vanishing, the terrible lived time of her eternal absence. How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see that worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
There were no trains going where she was.
I cannot now remember the exact sequence of events in those prehistoric years. That we cannot remember such things, that our memory, which is ourself, is tiny, limited and fallible, is also one of the important things about us, like our inwardness and our reason. Indeed it is the very essence of both.
The only fault which I can at all measure is my own.
Anything can be tarnished by association, and if you have enough associations you can blacken the world. (…) In hell or in purgatory there would be no need of other or more elaborate tortures.
My love for you is quiet at last. I don’t want it to become a roaring furnace. If I could have suffered more I would have suffered more. Receive us now as if we were your children. Tenderness and absolute trust and communication and truth matter more and more as one grows older. Somehow let us not waste love, it is rare. Can we not love each other at last in freedom, without awful possessiveness and violence and fear? Love matters, not ‘in love’. Let there be no more partings now. Let there be peace between us now forever, we are no longer young. Love me, Charles, love me enough.
I suppose that is right, though there is a kind of impiety involved in letting any of James’s stuff go away. Do I then suppose he is likely to come back at any moment?
It is strange to think that when I went to the sea I imagined that I was giving up the world. But one surrenders power in one form, and grasps it in another.
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okay i had a whole google doc that i wrote a buncha shit but imma try to CONDENSE it and make my ideas more clear bc there was some wishy washy in there. BUT dabihawks ice skating au bc im gay for that shit. all of it under the cut bc this shit is gunna get LONG. buckle in fuckers. ALSO FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ABOUT this i will be happy to answer shit :3c
SO fair warning before we begin. i know shit about ice sports. im like 1) not THAT educated nor have i legit participated though ive always wanted to and 2) this is just self indulgent so like if i dont get shit right or whatever dont come at me bro. im here to have FUN and live a bit vicariously. also as for location of all this shit i dont know and dont care and am american so my perspective on things are skewed. anyway cw: abuse mention
so dabi (touya) is a previous figure skater
he’s a figure skating prodigy
enji was a pro hockey player (id say figure skating but this man was BUILT like a brick shithouse idk man) has a lot of championships under his belt but doesnt even begin to touch the legacy of his one sided rival yagi toshinori
him and rei meet and marry at a young age. she like.. actually liked him then?? shit was kinda okay but things kinda.... got bad quick. the abuse etc was ... yeah. she ends up having dabi and fuyumi (they’re twins babeyy) at a young age too and kinda doesnt feel like she can get out of her horrible marriage
we wont dwell too much on the bad part of all of this though. anyway rei was a figure skater
p well known and known for her fucking GRACE god she moved so well on the ice.
she was so beautiful and spoke through her movements and enji loved that... and so as a hockey player and with a (now previous) figure skater wife he was like aight my kids WILL take up an ice sport and be the FUCKING BEST
dabi isnt made for hockey. enji tries to get him into it but it’s... nah... fuyumi isnt the best with figure skating. she’s good!! and her and dabi do some pair skating when they’re younger but it’s.. hm. dabi is the one with the clear talent here. (fuyumi is a beast on the ice when it comes to hockey though. will dominate. but she kinda... didnt really continue with it)
enji isnt PLEASED that his son isnt gunna be a hockey player but he still values figure skating and will fucking make sure he’s the BEST at it. and so the brutal training starts. he gets some good coaches and also takes up the coaching mantle
the thing is.. rei was amazing as a skater but her body just... wasnt really made for all of that??? and dabi unfortunately kinda inherited that. his body hates the impacts and such. he’s amazing at figure skating. he has a grace similar to his mothers but there’s something more fierce to him.
and honestly !!! he gets far!!
also natsuo comes around. he’s a bit too clumsy for either sport and resents the fact that him and fuyumi are neglected by their father. he also loves touya and gets so pissed seeing his brother so hurt
and shouto is born and this kid was made to be on the ice. he’s skating from the moment he can fucking stand on his own.
obvs enji’s attention is split but it’s mainly on touya who is winning championships and GOING places but it’s still not good enough
anyway idk how far he goes?? but it’s the biggest competition yet and on ice mid routine he lands wrong
one thing leads to the next and he’s pretty much medically retired from a young age. he can skate. he can still kinda preform but he cant do what he used to at ALL and he cant keep up with the brutal pace enji sets. there’s a lot of trying to push him still and it’s just.. not happening
for all it’s worth dabi is kinda glad he isnt doing it anymore. but he fears for his babies brother. shouto is a natural and while yes being a professional athlete of any sort is brutal on your body, his body is a lot more capable
but like touya before, shouto is pushed to his absolute limits. bleeding and injuries and puking his guts out from being pushed too far
there’s a lotta resentment but he still pushes through w skating.
(side note but there DEF is some todomido/tododeku w hockey player izuku who ends up being coached by THE yagi toshinori and who helps shouto out w making shit his own)
anyway so in the end dabi ends up working at a rink tho lol
it’s p much owned by shigarai and run by the lov (who in this au end up making their own little ragtag unofficial local hockey team p much and play games against other teams like them)
despite his father’s whole career, dabi does enjoy playing hockey with these dipshits
but yeah he enjoys his time working at the rink, fucking around and sleeping in random places and sometimes running the zamboni
he’s also best frenemies with shigaraki. they get along and both deal with a shitty upbringing and despite some slight animosity they both would kill if someone fucked w the other
(also at some point dabi DEF teaches some little kid classes lol)
also dabi does sometimes skate his own routines from time to time. only when he’s alone really. though fuyumi has a pass to be there though he will gripe still
SO HAWKS AM I RIGHT??
now there is a couple ways to go with this and somewhere in me there is an au with hockey player hawks who takes skating lessons from figure skater dabi BUT
i think for this au we’ll just say he was a figure skater from the get go
i think he WANTED to do hockey as a kid. like shouto he’s also a fucking natural and was skating as soon as he could fucking stand and walk. and he looked up to enji and kinda wanted to take up hockey but
listen,,, trans hawks. who wanted to be like todoroki enji and be a pro hockey player. shit just.. didnt work like that though and besides he’s a tiny dude and god he’d be fucking obliterated
he kinda is self taught and the ice is his escape from his shitty home life
idk how this works but listen gotta tie in the commission somehow???
he’s scouted or whatever for figure skating at a very young age and his mom is happy to take the heavy scholarships and happy to sign him over to skate for these ppl and have them push him to be The Best
and this kid is FAST. he’s fast and is insane with his jumps and stg it almost looks like he’s FLYING (which gets him the nickname hawks)
the coaches are brutal and shit sucks and a lot of the time it kinda sucks the life out of the sport but he still enjoys it
he has a love for outfits that legit have flare to them (also im thinking of johnny weir’s one outfit w the feathers but yknow instead of white they are RED) and while he does do routines to boring ass music he mainly likes doing shit different (also dabi was p much forced the whole time to do shit to that boring ass music but on his own he’d use his own music taste to skate to)
and he’s good!! he GOES places. he’s like makes it to the olympics at a young age and is one of THE youngest gold medalists for figure skating
im sure somewhere along the line him and dabi DID meet. it was at some competition and hawks was VIBRATING bc there’s ENJI and he wants and autograph and oH GOD IS THAT HIS SON??? he’s HOT. (and at this time dabi still had his red hair and like no piercings and what little ones he had they were out but this dumbass will not recognize him later on)
but god he needs to chill TF out or he will fuck up in the competition
he hears about dabi’s whole accident and like feels for him but again it’s not like they were friends. there was more of a slight rivalry and they barely spoke if they did
but so idk like.. between seasons hawks finds himself going like nearly every day to this rink.. aka shigaraki’s rink (also sidenote but lbr it’s really run by shirakumo who kinda has to fucking herd the cats w this group)
as frenemies dabi and shigaraki share their distaste for some of these pro athletes (tho some get a pass) and kinda complain about hawks a bit tho like..... shigaraki cant complain TOO much bc of the money from hawks renting out the rink for a few hours almost every day
dabi is too gay for this shit when he actually sees hawks in action. rip him
tbh they dont really interact tho (besides dabi telling him to gtfo the rink or he’ll run him over with the zamboni) until one day that hawks catches dabi skating
he was done and should have been gone but he forgot something on the bleachers and then he sees dabi and.. oh boy he’s GAY AF
and also dabi is RLLY GOOD???
and so hawks makes a FOOL of himself and startles the poor guy and p much presses all the wrong buttons w asking why he doesnt compete or something
and i mean im sure they had some SLIGHT progress w talking before. nothing significant but god the walls go RIGHT THE FUCK UP and dabi is pissed
tbh dabi was gunna get to the point where he LEGIT talked to him and maybe lowkey asked him out (he says this but shigaraki calls his bluff) and now there is no way. he storms off and tries to avoid him so hard
and hawks tries to corner him a bit but after some time he does manage to corner him and be like pls just let me take you out to dinner to make up for that shit????
aaand dabi accepts bc listen okay he cant say no to free food ??? like he’s kinda pissy w this guy but also.. listen he has EYES
anywayyy p much this just leads to them dating
hawks DEF looks him up and watches all the vids of him and like the idiot he is realizes that he met him before ( “oh my GOD i know you” “uh… we’re dating i hope u know me?????” “nO I MEAN WE MET AT (insert comp)”)
but before that dabi did like tell him some shit. mainly about like how he used to skate blah blah and the whole thing that ended all of that
he doesnt really delve too deep into like his shitty childhood until well later
idk what leads to it but the convo finally comes up and it’s so draining for dabi and hawks is horrified and ready to fight his dad (“listen i just sharpened my skates i’ll just-”)
anyway some side things bc this is long and i will answer questions on this tho
rumi is a women’s pro hockey player and fuyumi who actually follows hockey and shit has the BIGGEST crush on her (they end up together)
also natsuo comes to see one of the leagues games (he hasnt really seen them play tbh?? he hears about it from dabi but he lives like at least a few hours away on campus and is going for med school so rip him) and like he meets shigaraki and anyway dabi is losing his FUCKING MIND bc his best frenemy/boss and his younger brother are FLIRTING. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM???
dabi and hawks are really gay together and have skated together by this point and made out on ice a few times and shigaraki was miserable and is like “NOW U KNOW!!” and dabi is pissed bc “yEAH BUT THAT”S MY LITTLE BROTHER??? IT”S NOt thE SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
#dabihawks#bnha#ice skating au#figure skating au#hockey au#idk all the skating#todomido#tododeku#it's lowkey in this post but it's VERY much there and u SHOULD ask me about it#natshig#siganatsu#again lowkey buuut#and#same w#miruyumi#mha#boku no hero academia#dabi#hawks#todoroki touya#takami keigo#todoroki enji#lov#shigaraki tomura#im tired of tagging things actually#speaks#my writing#kinda#my aus#not art
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—HEY NOW, HEY NOW, DON'T DREAM IT'S OVER
HEY NOW, HEY NOW, WHEN THE WORLD COMES IN
THEY COME, THEY COME, TO BUILD A WALL BETWEEN US
WE KNOW THEY WON'T WIN
anonymous request!!
NOTICE: violence (murder, mentions of cannibalism), heavy sexual content
“i just painted my nails.”
blankly, she flicks away the blood trickling down her hand and turns it over to inspect the chipped pink polish peeling off with it. her trigger finger relaxes minutely, but her gun remains aimed at the deathly still men at her feet, staring sightlessly into the cloudless, red sky.
“i didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” the click of the clip being slatted into his own weapon accompanies his droll retort. she glances over her shoulder to find yugyeom leaning against the hood of their car, arms crossed loosely across his chest; dark eyes fixed upon the flow of blood across hot concrete.
before it reaches the tip of her shoes, she sidesteps and moves to rifle through the belongings peeking from their pockets. her gun is slipped into the old leather holster at her hip before she pulls a wallet from the closest man, “i was always that kind of girl. it isn’t my fault you never paid attention.”
she spares her companion a look and then turns back to the worn billfold, tossing the plethora of id cards contained into the summer wind, “looks like he was collecting trophies from his kills.”
“how barbaric.” yugyeom hums, impassive. his nose crinkles, however—offended by the emerging malodor of decay, “they reek. are you ready to go?”
“just a minute.”
the few bills contained within are deposited into her back pocket. discarded identification cards bearing the faces of strangers skitter across the road as she makes work of the other male’s wallet and, for good measure, plucks his half-empty carton of cigarettes from his coat pocket.
“got yours?” he slides off the hood of their old black mustang, slapping a palm against the hot metal before opening the driver side door, “because we need to start making some distance if they’ve got friends.”
“you’re a broken record, you know?”
“i’ll stop repeating myself when you start listening.”
the cool flow of a/c when she gets in is a welcome sensation. there are, after all, few luxuries left in a world that has gone to hell and dragged every survivor with it.
her thumb hovers over the radio dial out of habit, turning it on to catch nothing but muted static.
the radio broadcast had stopped four months ago.
where an endless stream of music and advertisements had once been, there was only white noise; broken only by the occasional snare laid by opportunistic hunters. assuming that there was prey left. at least the ones who would believe the theatric cries for help, transmitting on repeat in the early morning hours.
without the loose guide of societal standards, humanity turned on itself. cannibalized the weak. she hits the off button and releases a heavy breath; sinks into her seat as yugyeom starts the engine. what an ugly place to be—
to be left behind in.
“what is it?” his attention is on the road, intent as he navigates smoothly past the still-warm bodies and the last remnants of their victims, innocent things blowing away in the desert wind, “you’re thinking too much.“
“i know. i’m just wondering how many of those fuckers can possibly be hiding out here. how many people they’ve killed, and for what?” her teeth sink into her lower lip, biting down until the dull ache draws her mind back—to the scent of leather and gunpowder and the droll, knowing look yugyeom gives her, “for useless pieces of plastic? money that can only be spent in camps where they’ll be shot on sight?”
one instinct had survived the dissolution of the world, after all. people knew a wanted man when they saw one.
“you know why.” he hums, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, “i shouldn’t have to remind you.”
“humor me.”
the conversation is an old one, repeated for the sake of soothing what remains of her conscience. stubborn as it is, it comes to life in moments like these; when the adrenaline fades away and she is left with blood caked under her nails and the smell of copper clinging to her skin.
“they kill for the thrill of it.” for her sake, yugyeom answers. the words flow easily, as if he’sreciting a memorized poem; an old story told a time too many. “they enjoy it.”
“i enjoy it.” she confesses, not for the first time. she stretches as the seat allows, arching her back as her fingertips brush the roof; the telltale click of her spine realigning itself brings a fleeting sense of relief. she speaks to the spotted, hazy glass of the sunroof, “i enjoy hunting them and putting them down.”
the blood-red sky is cloudless; speckled only with the brightest starlight breaking through the atmosphere.
“so do i,” he says, and the matter is settled.
again.
—
“so wound up,” she breathes, grazing the curve of his jaw with slow, wet kisses; deft fingers threading through his hair, “i wanted to help,” rolling her hips in a hard grind, she almost chuckles at the way he twitches inside her; the way every muscle in his body seems to tense simultaneously as she darts her tongue out to taste the sweat beading above his collarbone, “but i guess i’m not—should i stop?”
her head spins, body seared by the window beneath her palm and the pressure of the steering wheel digging into the dip of her spine. but it is the ebb and flow of his rhythm that renders her breathless; makes her feel like she’s suffocating the most exquisite way.
she muffles her cries against his throat and centers her attention on the wild skipping of his pulse under her tongue.
yugyeom’s jaw tightens and the next sound that escapes is half-protest, half-groan. she feels the weight of him, pressing into her hips from contrasting directions; his thumbs scoring marks against her skin—his hips canting up to meet hers, languid and deep.
she catches his words after a delayed moment in which her mind stutters to a stop when he brushes a spot inside her that makes her see stars.
“don’t you fucking dare.” it’s quiet, so very quiet, but something in her relishes at the loss of his composure, the rare curse emerging in a growl that tightens the coil inside her. in pursuit of more, she forces herself to stop with him buried as deep as their bodies allow; clenches around him until she can see something in him snap.
it makes it all that much sweeter when he comes apart.
he is, in these moments, the only beautiful sight left in this wretched world.
—
she wears his bruises like trophies, sometimes, lounging in the backseat with her legs folded beneath her and a brush running through her hair.
he watches through the rear-view mirror, as he always does, when she shifts—clad only in a pair of practical briefs and bra. the impression of his hands frame her hips and she takes pleasure in watching his eyes wander before he realizes what he’s doing. because kim yugyeom is always composed, always in control.
except when he isn’t.
and their dalliances are less about attraction than they are about release. she swears on that.
there is a softness to his touch when he isn’t paying attention—in the midnight hours, when their only light is the blue-tinge of headlights cutting through the dark; in the moments before he cuts the engine and his hand slides from the gear-shift to grip hers. “we’re keeping this quick,” he mutters, in a way that is more order than she cares for.
she’s out of the car before he can say anything else, “if they don’t drag it out.”
her sidearm is grasped firmly with her finger hovering over the trigger, her only guide the faint flickering of a campfire in the distance—
the stench of unwashed bodies and smoke.
every step is muffled beneath the howling of the wind and the hush of sand swirling over the earth. hunting is a natural instinct, but stealth is an acquired skill. it is her contribution in their little arrangement, because as graceful as yugyeom is he is impossible to miss.
he follows behind her, well-worn boots crushing the few sprigs of grass that have survived the onslaught of an unforgiving sun. even at this hour, the edge of it lingers on the horizon; an angry crimson-gold.
“you should’ve heard her scream,” comes the distant echoes of laughter from the makeshift camp ahead, beyond the shadow cast by the tents circling the site. they are lit from within by the fire on the other side, revealing silhouettes of figures perched upon folding chairs and the prone half-body beside the fire, “i’d have kept her alive just to hear it again, but a man’s gotta have his dinner.”
it’s an old sight, but it turns her stomach just the same.
her finger itches over the trigger, and she doesn’t have to look back to feel the intent radiating from the man behind her.
two, she holds up the signal and raises her gun while sidestepping into the gap beneath the twin tents. it takes effort to ignore the scavenged woman lying in the dirt; the silver and gold ring on her left hand gleaming in the firelight. someone’s wife.
instead she steels her voice and, assured that yugyeom has his gun trained on the other man, disengages the safety. “on the ground,” it comes out with a hiss; air flowing between teeth gritted so hard she feels it in her jaw.
the sight of the duo scrambling to find her in the darkness is only mildly satisfying. no, the true pleasure only comes when yugyeom fires a warning shot that grazes his target’s cheek, and abject fear takes hold.
“who’s there?” her target. his face is buried in the dirt; amorphous cooked meat beside his head. it takes effort to hold her fire until her boot slams into his spine and the barrel of her gun finds its way into his hair; digs into his scalp.
“you don’t need to concern yourself with that. i’ve got a question for you.”
on the other side of the fire, yugyeom does much the same—nose wrinkling as the man beneath him squirms under his knee; whines incoherently about the gash in his cheek.
“what do you want?”
“you got any buddies out here?” she asks, watching his eyes flicker about wildly, as if searching for an escape. or reinforcements, as the case may be. she secretly hopes for the latter.
“it’s just us,” the man whispers, and she pulls the trigger.
an answering shot rings through the night, and she looks up to see yugyeom wiping blood from his forehead before he walks to the parked pickup truck nearby. he preforms a perfunctory search, pulling a marked map from the glove compartment and a few bills that disappear into the pockets of his jeans.
“quick enough for you?” she questions before she can stop herself, trailing after him with a contemplative look at the container sitting next to the rear tire.
he nods, placid as ever, though she can see the spark of something in his eyes—the promise of another night spent chasing a different sort of satisfaction.
this is, after all, empty work on the best of days.
“the map—“
“for later. to find any stragglers.” she watches as he glances back at the campsite; stares at the blood splattered everywhere. it’s the clenching of his jaw that makes her act upon the persistent urge to act—to reach for the gas container and unscrew the cap.
without a word, she tips it and watches the crystalline liquid soak the ground at her feet. she doesn’t stop until the canister is empty and the site is soaked in the smell of gasoline; each body drenched with it.
he doesn’t stop her.
the only move he makes is toward her, to stand at her side as she fishes a matchbook from her back pocket and strikes it; the flame dances at her fingertip for a moment before she drops it—watches the campfire swell within minutes to a blaze that lights the night sky in shades of gold.
the heat is searing—makes her feel as if she’s burning alive, but for the first time she feels satisfaction with this ugly thing they do.
purification by fire.
only the slide of his fingertips over the back of her hand draws her back; the hesitant way that he laces their fingers together and tugs her back toward the car waiting in the distance. she squeezes, and feels the heaviness in her chest lighten when he returns the gesture.
it has practical purpose; less about affection than it is about comfort.
she swears on that.
“where to next?” for lack of anything better to say, she inquires into the open air, taking her first breath of fresh air.
yugyeom seems to hesitate, and she watches from the corner of her eye as he turns the question over in his mind before he speaks. always thoughtful, always choosing his words carefully.
“i think we’re overdue for a trip home.”
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The laws of men
Witcher Oc (Světlana CatAu fic.) Angst - procced witch caution :D
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One has to obey the rules, the laws created by society. They exist to mend the chaos of natural order. But not even following the rules can smooth the chaos within one. The law may as well be part of the chaos tearing you from the inside.
The woods were quiet today. Never a good sign. Světlana rode Mesiats throw the woods, following a trail. The monstrous head of a Kikimora dangled at the side of the ashen horse. They were heading to the nearest village in the hope of making some coin - for the Kikimora or other vise.
The autumn colored the leaves in warm shades, but it was still early for them to fall and make the forest floor wet and slippery. So Světlana rode her loyal friend with confidence in the saddle and determined to make it to the village by twilight. The only thing clouding Světlana's mind was the absence of birds chipping in the crowns, the cracking of fallen sticks by the wildlife. It was a pretty big cloud blocking the sun. Yet her medallion remained calm on her chest, unmoving.
As she was approaching the small town, she noticed several points hoarding her suspicions into a large knot curling in the pit of her stomach. She could hear some noise of life now but mute somehow. She did not get down from the saddle as she neared the town square, nor she stopped listening for any unusual noises in this small and dirty town.
With every new street, she came across many new disturbing clues of what might await her at the center of this place. Countless footprints in the mud coming out of town following much smaller ones overlapping with those suggesting a pair of shoes being dragged throw the dirt in the opposite direction. Someone was dragged and most likely against their will.
Maybe this was not the best time for her to came to this town. She wondered who was the unlucky one. A thief, murdered, non-human?
When she reached the outskirts of the surprisingly large square, she finally got down from her horse. With reins in her hand, Světlana went closer to the gibbet. The people, captured in their twisted fascination, let her permeate throw, not noticing who she was or what her horse was carrying.
She was unable to make up who found their death here today. The sun sat low, and its rays blinded Světlanas sensitive eyes. With the hood low, the sun shined over the roofs, making it impossible to see. It was a man, that was all she gathered. But with every step, she was more and more scared to take another.
Like a pendulum swinging from side to side, Světlana's feet moved in a dreadful rhythm. And then she took one too many. The sunlight died down, hiding behind the roofs completely - now there was nothing to block her ability to see what she deep down already knew.
Her brother hanged before her, stripped from his armor. Left in nothing but his underpants and his Cat medallion around his neck. The only thing that was supposed to be around his neck. No, this was not true.
"Gaetan," she breathed out, not aware that the words left her mouth.
A mature woman by her side caught Světlana's whisper, and in an instant, screamed and threw herself back into the crowd. Face so shocked and twisted like she was looking at the devil himself. Světlana did not spare her a single glance as she approached the gallows. I have to get him down. I have to.
One by one, the townspeople backed down from her way, like a wave. They were parting before her so she could stand with her feet dry.
Gaetan's body unmoving, cold, and so close. They dragged him here like an animal. What happened?!
"One more step and, you will hang next to him." An authoritative voice pierced throw her fixed focus. Světlana slowly turned her head to face with the dark hard eyes of the town mayor. He was in his forties, tall and lean. He stood still in a blizzard that was Světlana's presence in this little execution.
"What crimes did this man commit to being sentenced to death?" She kept her voice low but loud enough for the man to hear her. How does her face look right now? Are the anger and confusion getting throw the mask she wears instead of a human face?
"For what he has done, there is no other punishment more fitting than death."
"That does not answer my question." The mayor fell silent for a moment, checking if his guards were close by his side to strike if the witcher before him started acting funny.
"The Witcher killed the miller and his oldest son. With no reason, unprovoked." He spoke with the pacing and intonation of someone schooled by a home tutor. This man came from a wealthy upbringing, not fitting the place this small town was.
"My brother had more blood on his hands than your town butcher, but not even him would act on a whim like this. Show me proof or got helps me. Single lie and, you will need more than those tin cans by your side to keep you safe from me ripping your throat out." Monotone, her voice monotone, and flat. That's the best way to keep it. Let your stance and stare do the work. Don't try me.
"Witness saw the whole act unfold."
"Then let me speak to them."
The major and she held long, staring contact before the older man beckoned for someone by his right hand. The cries that followed shocked Světlana. She watched as one of the guards shoved a young woman to the side to get to the little boy behind her. "No, you cant do this. Get him away from the monster! Let my son go, did he not suffer enough?!" Another guard had to hold the woman so she could not run to her boy and shield him from what she believed was an open mouth of a werewolf. The kid had red eyes from crying tears dried on his cheeks. He was visibly frightened, shaking maybe, but he followed the guard to the mayor. She something familiar in this little boy, something buried so deep she quickly locked it back.
"Tell us what you saw, Matěj." The protests by the mother echoed in the background, and the major sounded authoritative, and the little boy choked on the first syllable he tried to force out. She watched him struggle and wondered why he even was here - in shock, frightened, watching a man die.
Světlana kneeled to get to the boy's level. Let me help you, little one. Matěj took her action by surprise as the rest of the nearby people, but she just raised her hand and as she prepared her fingers to perform the sign in a calm voice said: "It's Ok. No one's going to hurt you. Please, tell me what happened to the miller." She spoke to him she did to the newcomers at the old keep. They were too in a place they had no business of being.
Axie worked immediately. The boy calmed down and started to speak. He spoke a tale of an old miller that used to give him sweet treats when he helped around and how one day a horse came running from the woods without a rider. And how the horse walked funny and how the miller gave it water and oat. And how the horse stayed with the miller for two days before a strange man came from the woods covered in blood. The man from the tale was dirty and talked nonsense. How he laughed at the miller, calling him a blood-sucking leach. How he shouted, he is not afraid of a vampire, not even a high one. How he cut the poor man in half and how his son lost his head trying to help his father. And how he collapsed on the ground in a spasm. And how the boy runs for help to bring it to the horror unimaginable. The tale ended with the good man dragging the unconscious murdered to the town square to meet his fate. To be punished.
"You heard the boy. Do you believe us now?" The major placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze while his eyes on Světlana, nervous, trying not to let his unease to be known.
"I do believe the boy. But you still killed my brother and without a trial."
"For crimes like this, no trial is required. Do you judge a monster by human law before you slay it? Do you let them state their case, to defend themselves before you behead them?" Světlana remained on her knee, looking at the boy whose big blue eyes looked for his mom.
This whole situation made her feel like she is balancing on a rope stretched out over a burning pit. Yet she felt blinded by all the feelings she was not showing, feelings that many believed were not there at all. "Every monster has reasons why they do what is natural to them. They live and need to feed, just like everyone else. You would be surprised, Major, how often could a tragedy be prevented, only if people understood that."
"Are you siding yourself with the pest you hunt?" The Major felt the crowd was on his side. The dimmed voices and reactions carrying throw this whole conversation only got more bold and brash. Not even I could get away from this in one piece.
"No, I was just answering your question."
Silence fell between them. The silence broke by Světlana and her demand. "Cut him off."
"The law states he has to hang for three days."
"Cut him off."
"The law..."
"Cut. Him. Off."
Her voice still flat, forcedly emotionless. The sooner Gaetan was down, the sooner she could... She could... She could what?
I have to get him off! I have to get to him off! I have to get him off! I have to get him...
"In three days, you will be allowed to take his body. Not sooner." The majors' voice was cold as a shard of ice and just as sharp.
***
On the first day, she went to the mill to see the place with her own eyes. Maybe to found out if the miller was a vampire after all, which was nonsense. She demanded to see the bodies after she accepted the majors' condition. Pieces of meat, that's what she saw. Nothing vampiric about that.
They did not let her get closer enough to see Gaetan's body at the gallows. Just a piece of dead meat now as well. What made him act this way? Was her brother that far gone? Did those mutations inflict their final harm? Everything hurt inside, twisted like a knot. No, not now. Not here. Breath. One in, one out.
The mill deserted without a single soul neer it. Světlana wondered if the miller had a wife or other children and was glad they were not there when her brother came. If they were here now, would she apologize to them?
The first day was for her to doubt. On the first day, she builds a reconciliation cross.
***
On the second day, she wonders about the forest. Like she is a young child unkissed by the rough lips of life. Unaware of the dangers there. She feels empty, hollow like an old willow tree.
She walks, and the leaves crack under her soles. She listens. She finds an old graveyard in the forest not so far from where the mill is. She sees the rotting corpses and dried blood. Ghouls slaughtered - work of a witcher, flasks from drank potions laying scattered on the ground.
The second day was for her to look and find. On the second day, she destroys a graveyard wall in a flash of frustration.
***
On the third day, she feels it's somewhat harder to sense herself. On the third day, she feels tired of waiting but follows the rules anyway. On the third day, she collects Gaetan's things from the majors' guards and throws them together with her own into the bag on Mesiats saddle.
She meditates in front of the gallows. The sun, burning her on every little piece of skin she did not cover enough. She waits for the right time to take her brother down. She sits. She waits.
The townspeople avoided her the entire time she was here, from day one. But as the time limit was coming to an end, they too become restless. The sun was gradually hiding behind the roofs, just like when she came to this forsaken town.
When the first stone left the palm of an unnamed man, Světlana felt the stone brush against her shoulder. "Leave, you freak," yelled the old man, and more were joining him. She could see the exhaustion and frustration in his eyes, but she was swamped by these feelings too.
And she was ready. No, she was not going to draw a sword on them - no more meaningless bloodshed. But she did defend herself. Quen was her friend in many battles and helped her in this one as well. At the impact with the barrier, the stones reflected and bounced back to those who throw them. Some of them hit the shocked people with a force they did not expect. "Blood, there is always blood when we are around, Světli," Gaetan spoke to her, and it felt real. It hurt.
"Enough!" She yelled back."I waited for three days as your law states. I did not break any other law while I remained here. And now I am getting my brother off." Was she yelling? Who knows. There was no right side, no wrong one, not to her. Yet she hated the frightened humans watching her cut down the stiff body of what used to be her brother. She despised them as she rode her horse throw the center of the square and out of the town. She loathed them as she rode her horse, crushing everything in their way, as her chest felt tight, her ribs pounding by an ungraspable weight.
The third day was for her to... The third day was for her to... The third day was for her to...
***
The wood crackled and, smoke ascended to the sky.
Her brother was dead - she was not. It did not felt right.
#the witcher#Witcher#witcher fanfiction#witcher oc#svetlana#svetlana au#gaetan#angst#i wrote this in a late hours of the day#that should explain all of this#enjoy
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My ideas of a modern avatar au.
( I've seen others headcanons of the gaang in more modern times so I wanted to share mine!)
(Some small notes on the gaang)
Aang:
Lived in an orphanage for a long time until meeting katara and sokka
Likes aesthetics ranging from cottagecore to frog core.
Loves puppets (in the style of the muppets of course) and made one that resembles Momo.
Absolutely LOVES Nintendo games, with pokemon and animal crossing being his favorites.
Vegan, but doesn't force it on others, he just reminds his friends that he is a vegan when going out to eat or when they have the occasional sleepover.
Goofball. Katara constantly has to watch him and sokka so they dont get into trouble, since together they share one braincell and katara has it.
Katara
Because of her caring nature, I could see her wanting to be some kind of doctor.
Makes sure that no one gets into trouble.
If she didnt wasnt apart of an argument, either her or aang will stop arguments.
Acts like a mom, despite her age. (And has probably done the classic "mom arm" at some point.
Sokka
The best way to describe his intelligence: Has been a straight A student throughout his entire life, but has also has done things like microwaving raw eggs because he thought it would hard boil them. (He found out it didn't)
Laughs at stupid memes and probably has either the best or worst sense of humor.
Plays soccer and is a part time coach.
Eats a lot and will eat random things at random times (zuko once caught him eating a bowl of cereal at 3 am and was like "wtf, dude?")
Like aang, he likes to play video games, but plays games like doom or super smash brothers.
Used to be sexist and kinda tight minded, but now he regularly chugs his "respect women and men juice"every day.
Will pull either really good or childish pranks on everyone. Ranging from that time attacked katara with a nerf gun, to that time he wrapped everything in zuko's room with Christmas wrapping paper (beware of him on April fools day)
Toph
Doesnt really spend money on herself, rather, she spends it on her friends. Most of the time its things that her friends cant really afford but they want, things like a Nintendo switch for aang, or tickets to a baseball game so sokka could take himself, suki, and zuko. But shes also used her wealth to personally help her friends, like helping them pay off tuition and student loans while in college, to personal things like buying an absolutely beautiful headstone for katara's mother, or personally paying for zuko's therapy sessions after he ran away from his abusive home life.
Even in the modern world, toph can still kick your ass with very little effort.
Wears baggy clothes often.
Wants to be a professional wrestler.
Appa was originally her seeing eye dog, but he wasnt really good at it, and she could already used her seismic sense to see, so she ended up giving him to aang
Zuko
Came from a really abusive and toxic home and still has trauma about his scar, but he never told anyone how he got it, except for his therapist.
Has major depression and anxiety. Sometimes he has an endless amount of energy, and sometimes feels like doing nothing all day and lies in bed. Iroh has tried his best to help his nephew, and is proud that zuko eventually realized he needs help.
Did some pretty bad things as a teenager. Ended up serving a stint in juvenile hall.
Had some really unhealthy coping mechanisms. Ranging from shoplifting to setting things on fire.
He started opening up more after befriending the gaang and even discovered more things about himself that he never really focused on.
He is a huge dork/nerd. Dont let that glare fool you.
Loves theater and will talk to suki for hours about their favorite musicals.
Is actually a really good cook. Aang, katara and sokka opened him up to showing this talent that nobody thought he would have.
Lived with his uncle iroh for a while until he had enough money to live in an apartment.
Goth boy. Absolutely loves going to concerts (especially grunge or metal)
Secretly craves the sweet release of death.
Has a thing for idiots.
Suki
Football player
Once absolutely destroyed sokka in a wrestling match and katara couldn't stop being smug about it for weeks
Was the catalyst for sokka realizing that sexism is worthless.
Yue
Sokka's ex.
Died from a terminal illness in her teens
Sokka occasionally visits her grave and leaves flowers on it.
Azula
Power hungry and really insecure.
Capable of really terrible things
Eventually gets admitted to a psych ward.
Ty lee
Bubbly cheerleader
Loves drama and people-watching
Kind of an airhead at times.
Loves to show off.
Mai
Goth girl.
Loves cryptids and witchcraft. Has a lot of merchandise relating to both
Deadpan in just about every kind of social interaction.
Very blunt. Is not afraid to call people out.
Will detect bullshit.
Works with zuko.
Ran away from her family in her teens, but is still financially supported by her parents.
(Now for the adults)
Hakoda
Hard working single dad.
Loves and supports his kids equally.
Basically a father figure to both aang and zuko.
Loves taking everyone on trips.
Will tell sokka to stop messing with his sister.
Police chief.
A good dad.
Ozai:
Owns a very valuable business company worth billions of dollars.
Secretly a cult leader.
Wins the worst father/husband of the year award.
Iroh
One of the few people who ran away from ozais cult and lived to tell the tale.
Hopes his nephew will get his life on track.
War veteran.
Has a great inheritance that he got from his father, but he uses it for three things. 1. To expand or pay off debts for the jasmine dragon. 2. Donating it to non for profit charities. 3. Helping his nephew get through life.
Some general stuff about places and events)
The jasmine dragon isnt just a teashop, its also a bistro/bakery. It's just more famous for its tea.
Ozai's cult is the reason why katara and sokka's mother is dead. Her murder has remained unsolved for years and hakoda has dedicated a good portion of his life to solving his wife's murder.
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Ep 15 (should have been titled bloodbath or the most intense ep I've ever watched)
I cant even seem to collect my thoughts to attempt to write anything on what this ep was. But I shall try because this ep deserves so much analysis.
I think it's almost clear just how much I love Eunseom and wait for scenes with him but this ep managed to hit me even though we probs had less than five minutes of him in it.
You want cold blooded murder? Yeah arthdal chronicles is the show for you. I've always known tagon is trash and nothing short of a whiny brat but even I couldn't predict that he'd react the way that he did (maybe because I hoped that he'd be respectable trash yknow guess that doesn't exist though)
I knew this ep was going to be a bloodbath but I really didn't see all that happened coming. From tagon slashing every single person at inception to that wahan trash beating people by the end of this ep. I did not expect all that they delivered. Jeez tagon I cant wait for eunseom to beat the shit out of you (something tells me though that this will not be his end). No one can ever try to justify what tagon did. It was cruel and uncalled for. I can understand although I do not condone him killing asa ron and the children of shahati or those of white mountain peak but the ministers?? What the hell. He really said screw ya'll I'm about to have a temper tantrum and went at it. Like I've been saying since ep 1, tagon is nothing but trash desperate for attention and he's going to get that one way or the other. Him whining about how he's tried to be good all these years lol I actually laughed out loud because it was the most ridiculous shit I'd ever heard. The guy is beyond delusional and I hope he meets an end truly befitting.
Im actually surprised that they managed to keep hidden the fact that he's an igutu. Does tagon really think the daekhan forces would keep supporting him if they knew? What a pathetic fool. He legit just used his igutu abilities to kill people and then went back to pretending like he's some hero shoving his igutu nature aside. I'd at least think he'd be able to salvage something about his worth by owning up to the fact that he's an igutu but nope, tagon really needs to start carrying a board that reads "I am trash" because that is all he is.
Regardless I enjoy watching his madness. Its amusing to say the least and tagon and taealha share a deep love. No show has portrayed one quite like there's and there's so much to praise of it. I'm glad we got to see taealha fight although the choreography of the fighting was quite good I do think shows need to understand that when jumped by a group they don't attack you one by one because this obviously makes it easier for the individual. Nevertheless they managed to cover it up but there's room for improvement.
All things said and done taealha is most certainly going to go down quite bitterly with tagon, one that she is most deserving of so when the time comes I'll bid the two of them good bye with a happy heart. I've hope that arthdal chronicles will deliver with their ends because THEY SURE AS HELL HANDLED MUGWANGS DEATH FANTASTICALLY.
I've been waiting for this moment since ep 1 and it has finally arrived. Better yet it was completely worth the wait. I'd certainly been wondering how tanyas prophecy for him was going to play out and I think we'd all kind of understood that it was a neanthal who would be killing him but what better person for the task than nunbyeol!? I can't even begin to explain how ecstatic I was during that scene. I was yelling "kill him kill him" quite a bit, the neighbours might think I'm crazy oh but who cares when his death was delivered so well.
I was sad that Harim and his wife had to die... They didn't deserve it at all and neither does chaeeun or nunbyeol deserve having to go through that. Taealha really knows no compassion to none but Tagon. Harim saved the one she loved and she really ordered him dead. And since mugwang stupidly followed such orders he got the end he most certainly deserved. I gotta tell ya hearing that hiss and nunbyeols "retreat? You are too late" has gotta be one of the greatest moments in this show. What's so perfect about panning it this way is that it really ties everything together. The flashback we get of mugwang and mubaek and yet mugwang choosing to ignore those words even though he had absolutely no idea what Harim knew, hell Harim hadn't done anything at all he'd just saved his leader and yet. And yet, he still chose foolishness.
What adds to perfection is that it's nunbyeol who kills him. The very person mubaek chose to spare. She had every right to kill mugwang no doubt but the question that stands now is what will mubaek do? His little pathetic brother just died at the hands of a neanthal he spared. What's even better is that nunbyeol is completely one of a kind being the only sword bearing neanthal. I guess she might end up going back to the neanthals. The last ep already depicted that she might after all. Now chaeeun and nunbyeol have further reason to want tagons demise. Really tagon gains all this hate solely by his own actions, his lack of pro activeness will be his demise. Mugwangs death was completely satisfactory. I'm still extremely excited about it.
On a side note, what's with yangcha? And his change involving Tanya. Its one thing to follow Tagons orders but he also instantly reacted to tanya being in danger. They also shared that psychic moment WHERE WE FINALLY HEAR HIS VOICE. All I got from that scene however was Tanya saying "my eunseom" my heart combusted at that. But it was good to finally see something of what tanya truly feels especially the flashback she had when looking at yangcha and the change in expression. You can tell she's behaving this way only to gain power. Had saya heard what she has to say though....
I was kind of put off by the fact that she just stood there while the wahan rat beat people up to though(I can't remember his name, I barely care about his existence). But I think the show is clearly depicting that Saya is evil. His kindness exists only as far as things are his way. He's a lot like Tagon but at least he's proud of who he is unlike Tagon the wimp. Seeing his smile though as wahan rat beat people up, things were going his way and it's sad that this is the way he wanted. Saya has always wanted a tyranny situation where the throne would one day be his. I'm stil hoping that he'll make some right choice, I still love him very much and I wish him happiness although he might not be quite deserving of it.
But the tyranny has begun. If only the people knew the wimp that sits on that throne. What's interesting is this tyranny has started with Tagon as a saram while Saya wanted Tagon the igutu. This has interesting implications because it allows one to know that it will never be Tagon who changes how people can view igutus and that's why this show is so wonderful. It's about identity and all that it means (but that's for a different post, probably at the end of the series)
I was disappointed that we got such little of eunseom and the writers are pathetic at handling his situation but I understand why it's being done. We'll finally learn something about Ipsaeng and the preview honours the idea that ep 16 will finally give us answers about the prophecy and I'm ecstatic. The pieces are coming together and maybe we'll get a better explanation on why saya is part of the prophecy when he seems to be a bad influence. It also makes sense why this show chose Mubaek as its narrator and ah I love the poetic nature of this show. Its not without its faults but its wonderful regardless.
Three more episodes to go, and I'm so not ready for this epic finale that's coming our way.
#arthdal chronicles#kdrama#Eunseom#Tagon#Saya#Tanya#Yangcha#Mugwang#Mubaek#Neanthal#Nunbyeol#This episode was about so many characters#Arthdal chronicles does well and I say it every week so I gotta say it this week too#Every one not watching is missing out
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SO GUESS WHO CANT WRITE ON WEEKENDS APPARENTLY? DIS CHICK-
Tomorrow I will be trying to combine and post Tear-stained and Scars, but for todays Whumptober its gonna be
Don't Move + Adrenaline
Tempo has always been filled with monsters. Cryptids, ghouls, the paranormal, spooky scary skeletons, whatever anyone liked to call them, but everyone was aware of the population hiding just out of sight.
Mimics, ghosts, personified and “hoax”. If you can name them, they were most likely a permanent residence in Tempo.
The train slows to a stop. Several passengers moving out without a second glance. Disappearing into the endless night.
Interacting with the community of monsters was especially dangerous. But when things go right, the rewards can be endless.
Grabbing his suitcase, and a plate of some kind, he stands and waits for the next stop. Taking deep, terrified breaths as the ding of each stop passed by.
His stop resounded like church bells, the kind you hear when a funeral is underway. He didn’t stay on the train, swallowing back his panic and fear, he reminds himself of why.
He steps off. Into the cold, lonely night.
Sometimes people go to them for money.
He debates on leaving his suitcase close by. Pondering the thought of something demanding more than he could offer. But his target is already in sight.
For immortality.
He swallows his breath, staring down the long street, illuminated by a single, lone lamppost. Standing nine feet and with a light so bright it was unreal.
For luck.
The plate in his hand has gone cold. One could only pray that it’ll accept his offering regardless. The closer his steps dared, the louder his heart beat.
The sounds amplify, spiking his adrenaline, but despite all of that, he keeps steady. The sound of footsteps was only it’s illusion, he reminded himself.
Some go for protection.
He stands before the lamppost, his heart in his ears and his lungs tight. Every part of his wishing that someone else was here, someone who can grab his hand and tell him it’s okay. They’ll be safe.
He abandoned the suitcase a few steps back, and now he held the plate of cooked peppers in hand. The spicy scent had wafted and mixed with the air.
The lamppost seemed to be breathing. He sets it down on the foot of the lamppost, looking up at its growing flame with uncertainty.
Three beats of silence follow, and when it became noticeable that it wasn’t going to shift.
“My name is Arthur Yukino- Kingsmen. My wife is in danger of a Yokai from Japan, if you find it in your nature to protect others, may I ask for your support in defending her.” He says, voice shaky and wavering, adding on a small please for good measure.
The sound of footsteps increase, doubling. Arthur has to resist jerking his head to the side to be sure no one was rushing him.
Instead, a much different noise intermingled with the increasing pounding of his heart.
Arthur finally turns, whipping his head back and meeting the seven eyed gaze of a large multi-legged creature staring directly at him.
Eyes widening, the bound in his heart shot into the rest of him. His muscles and limbs shaking at the sheer size of whatever was staring at him. The beast moved a lot faster than Arthur expected. Just a few steps and it’s halfway up the building wall and halfway to him. Large hooks for teeth gnashes threateningly. And yet his body wouldn’t move.
Arthurs heart hammers against his chest. Just run. You made your sacrifice- if it works it works if not then-
In a swoop, he’s blind. Everything he was just vaguely able to see was snatched out of view. And seconds later it was intensely apparent his legs and arms were squeezed together, twisted and folded against his chest like he was shoved into a cellar. An intense heat filling his lungs and surrounding him in a bone crushing hug.
Skull pounding, Arthur blinks twice, the ring in his ears barely blocking out the hiss and crescendoing scream.
It blasts through his head, making his head throb, Arthur ducks his head into his shoulders, praying that somehow it’ll help. It’ll work even just a bit.
It didn’t.
Despite his arm being pinned to his side, through tears, Arthur wrangles and twists his arms out of its hold, ignoring the burn across the bone to sneak palms against ears. All of his efforts barely blocking out the hiss and the fwaps. Something closer to flapping wings.
His vision returns. The pounding returned, exceptionally louder than before.
Was he sitting on bars..? Where was he?! Its far too similar to that of a cage..! Arthur blinks and focus’s his sight.
Black. Or grey. It’s.... mesh...? Just barely see through, Arthur doesn’t even try to think of it past the fact that it’s far too close. Is he in a bag..? When did he-
”Stop, moving.”
Flinching, Arthur freezes, joints locking up. All at once did the burn of his muscles and the sweat trickling down his scalp return full force. But none of that matters. Not with the very real sensation of the mesh blackness expanding and deflating against his skin.
Breathing.
Arthurs own breath picks up, hitching on his throat as the warmth was noticeably wet. Slick and slimy and fleshy.
In the belly of the beast. He would have laughed, if the thought of being eaten wasn’t any more horrifying.
But who was he to ignore his captors wishes...? Maybe this was the last time he'd see the light of day. Did he tell Vivi he loved her before he went-? Did he-
His thoughts halt like a freight train as a large hand shoots through the sticky and breathing membrane. Nearly shrieking, Arthur kicks his leg out. But instead of kicking away the hand like he liked a resounding drung rumbles through his body- and the body he was is yelps with pain. Almost enough to have the hand retract.
The stark white on black didn’t vanish like he hoped it would. Instead there was an object in palm, shining and glimmering brilliantly.
A golden heart, with shines of a multitude of colors- almost oily in its sheen. The cryptid releases the heart and instead of falling it zips over and blasts into his chest. Amplifying both heartbeats.
Arthur screams.
The heat is unbearable. His mind lost to terror. Memories twisting and fading into a mangled heap of-
“Ack-!” Arthur shrieks, all the constraints release, and Arthur falls past the inky barrier with no resistance. Collapsing face and chest first into cold, rock hard concrete.
Shaky hands can hardly grasp reality before Arthurs forcing his head up, gasping like he was dunked underwater. Forcing his head up, Arthur is met with a long area of concrete, a gravel mixture- and then nothing else but the deep dark sky,
Peppered with pinpricks of stars.
”Mr. Yukino- Kingsmen,” The same voice as before rang, accompanied by even more pounding- beating, Arthur whips his head back quickly, twisting his spine in a way that makes his back ache and pulls several muscles in his shoulders.
Towering over him, is a man larger than Arthur could ever imagine. With a skull for a face and a feathery cloak, blowing up with the wind, but revealing none of him.
”I accept your request, I will gladly protect your wife, and you from threats that surround you. I swear.”
#whumptober2019#mystery skulls animated#arthur kingsmen#Lewis pepper#Lowos Au#Cryptid au#Heheeeee#Description of being within someone#VORE???#CAN I SAY ITS VORE???
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Arthur Morgan x Reader: Farmer’s Daughter. 3
Ask: OH MY GOD IMAGINE THE READER IS A GIRL FROM A GOOD FAMILY, SHES WITH ARTHUR FOR A WHILE NOW, THE PARENTS WANT TO MEET HIM. THEY’RE HAVING FAMILY DINNER AND THE COWBOY MAN JUST CANT KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF UNDER THE TABLE oh my god if your request are open and you would write that i would probably, most likely die...oh btw i love the “farmer’s daughter” story OH MY GOD MAYBE THIS COULD BE THE NEXT PART AAAAAAAAH SHIT! okay okay i’m sorry i just got excited! love your writing, have a great day!
Warnings: Cursing, probably. Slightly public sex, ya get fingered at dinner ok?
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader
A/N: YEEHAW MY FELLOW SLUTS! ENJOY! Also, idk what they called panties back then so I just went with panties, ok?
Two months later and you had fallen completely in love with the man. You both had told yourselves you wouldn’t let it get that far but it was nearly impossible. Every time you would see each other he had something to give you, be it a new drawing of yourself, wildflowers he had found out in the woods, or some suspiciously expensive jewelry that he wouldn’t talk about.
He hadn’t planned on any of it, really, but multiple times a day he would see something that reminded him of you and he just knew he had to take it. Even the jewelry he had stolen from the folks who were unlucky enough to start a fight with him.
After a while of successfully sneaking around the day came you’d both been expecting. Your father caught him.
It wasn’t in the way you’d thought it would happen, thankfully. He didn’t walk in on the two of you or catch Arthur climbing up to your room or sneaking out of it. It was more subtle and less suspicious. The two of you, like the fools you were, were out in broad daylight at the stables on your property. You would go out there regularly to spend time with your horse so you knew your parents wouldn’t question you being down there.
You should have known being that comfortable sneaking around was just asking to be caught. And sure enough, you were.
“(Y/N)? Who is this?”
You fucking twitched. When you turned around you saw your father standing behind you with a look of concern on his face and one of the stable boys watching the whole thing go down. You had given him some money earlier to keep his mouth shut and he sure was getting more than he asked for.
“Howdy mister!” Arthur waved and stepped past you. “Remember me? I stopped by here a while back to ask for some directions.”
Your father squinted and reluctantly shook his hand. Suddenly realization spread across his features as it all clicked. “Oh! Yes!” He laughed and clapped Arthur’s shoulder. “How have you been? Ever find your way?”
“Sure did, thanks to you. I was in town and was asking around, looking to buy some good horses, and a few folks told me you were the man to talk to.” You looked at Arthur with parted lips, in shock at how good of a liar he was. He turned a potential disaster into the most casual and normal interaction without the slightest effort. It was kind of scary.
Your father laughed and nodded, crossing his arms proudly. “You’ve come to the right place, follow me.”
Arthur tossed you a wink and you had to smile then, dumbfounded by how smoothly the whole thing went.
***
After your father had whisked Arthur away to the expensive section of your stables you went back home. Your mother was preparing dinner along with one of the ranch hands, which surprised you. When you questioned why he was there she explained he was making his mother’s famous gumbo, your mother insisted upon it after she had sent some over to your family.
When dinner rolled around your father made it back just in time, a surprise guest at his heels.
“Jane, you remember this man, don’t you? He was the fellow on the white horse who asked for directions to-”
“Of course I do!” She wiped her hands with a kitchen rag, walking into the main room where the two men stood.
You stood up from the kitchen table to watch the whole thing play out, locking eyes with Arthur who just shrugged.
“He came down today to buy a horse from us!” Your father said as he closed the front door behind them. “And to congratulate him on his purchase I’ve invited him to stay for dinner.”
Your mother smiled happily, it wasn’t often you had visitors that weren’t your families prude friends or relatives. “Good! We’re having gumbo tonight, Thomas is cooking his mother’s very own recipe.”
“Oh!” Your father raised his brows. “The one she sent over yesterday?”
“That’s the one.”
“Brilliant! I loved that.”
The two of them talked for a while before Thomas announced the soup was done and your mother went back into the kitchen to help him serve. Your father excused himself to wash up, telling you and his guest to have a seat in the dining room.
You sat down next to Arthur and gave him a look.
“What?” When he finally noticed you looking at him he furrowed his brows.
“How did you manage that?”
“Manage what?”
You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Come on. You’re the best liar I’ve ever met.”
Arthur shrugged, taking the glass of water that Thomas set down in front of him.
“You must not of met a lot of people then.”
“All right, then. Keep your secrets.”
He chuckled and set the glass back down on the table after taking a few generous sips. “Before we almost got ourselves killed, I was going to give you somethin’.” Another gift? He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. “Don’t let anyone see that.” He added with a whisper since Thomas had walked in with the rest of the drinks.
You smiled at him and slowly unfolded the paper in your lap under the table. Once you had it done you squinted before realizing it was upside down. You flipped it the right way and your face was suddenly burning. Your breath caught in your throat as you took it all in, quickly folding it back up when your mother walked into the room carrying the giant pot of soup.
The urge to punch him was strong. Why did he have to give that to you then? Why couldn’t he wait? You slipped the paper in the front pocket of your dress and cleared your throat.
Arthur chuckled and took another sip of water, smiling sweetly at your mother as she started filling everyone's bowls. “Thank you, ma’am.”
It was impossible to get the image out of your head. It was a drawing of you, completely naked, lying on your stomach with your head resting on your folded arms, your legs kicked up and locked at the ankles. You were looking directly into the viewer’s eyes with a wicked smirk on your face, some of your hair in your face. Once again you looked utterly magnificent, your body drawn in a way that accentuated every part of you perfectly. If it wasn’t a drawing of you, you probably would have gotten off to it. You probably would anyway, knowing Arthur was the one who drew it.
“What horse did you end up buying, Mr…”
“Arthur. The young brown mustang, think your husband called him Taro.”
Your mother nodded and sat down at the opposite end of the table when she was finally done serving. You wished she would let you help with dinner but she was firm in her belief, not allowing you or your father to help her in the slightest.
It was another ten minutes before your father finally joined you, taking his seat beside his wife. “Please excuse me, got carried away with my hair again.” He laughed and eagerly started eating. Your mother shared a laugh with him, chiding him lightly about how vain he was.
Most of dinner was fine, you all talked about the usual dinner subjects such as work, the weather, and town gossip. You barely paid attention though, the image of you drawn naked was stuck in your mind, along with the idea of Arthur drawing it. You wondered if he had done it in the heat of a lust filled moment or if it was just something normal to him.
What finally snapped you out of your thoughts was the feeling of a hand on your knee. You brushed it off at first, it seemed innocent enough, he had done it plenty of times before when the two of you laid together. It wasn’t inherently sexual.
But then he moved his hand lower, brushing his fingers against the hem of your dress. You looked at him with a subtle glance but he refused to acknowledge you at all.
Crossing your legs you tried to get him to stop but that didn’t deter the cowboy at all. He pulled your dress up just enough to slip his hand under the fabric, then let the hem fall back down over his arm. You wanted to curse him out but you held your tongue and tried to act as natural as possible, taking another spoonful of soup into your mouth.
“So, Arthur, you never told us what you do for a living.” Your father said after sending one of the kitchen maids to bring out a bottle of wine.
His hand traveled up to your thighs, his fingers gently rubbing circles over your skin. “Oh, well, it’s nothin’ excitin’. I work for a man collecting debts from people. Good money.”
“Oh!” Your father acted impressed, shrugging and exchanging a look with your mother.
“If that isn’t exciting, I wonder what is to you!” Your mother laughed and so did your father.
‘Maybe fingering your daughter five feet away from you.’ You thought as you shifted in your seat, thankful for how high the table was. If it was any lower surely they would see that the lower half of his arm was extended towards you.
Slowly, extremely slowly, his hand continued it’s journey upwards. You forced yourself to keep a straight face, even when you felt the tips of his fingers brush against your panties. ‘No problem,’ you told yourself, feeling him pull the fabric aside so he could touch you better. ‘No big deal.’
Arthur rubbed slow circles into your clit with a firm amount of pressure, but not quick or firm enough to get you anywhere fast. And he knew it, too. He ate his second bowl of soup just as normally as he did the first, showing no signs of the fact that his fingers were about to be stuffed inside of you.
You liked to think you looked just as calm as he did. You had finished your soup and were waiting for everyone else to so your mother could bring out dessert, and then you could finally leave the table. If only Arthur would hurry up and finish his meal.
The small talk carried on and left almost no silence which worked to your advantage. If they were quiet they probably would hear how fast your breathing had gotten, especially when Arthur pushed that first finger inside of you. You had to practically bite through your tongue to keep the moan silenced.
“(Y/N), you’re quiet, for once. Are you sick?” Your father joked and everyone laughed, including Arthur. That bastard.
“I’m fine, just like listening to you all talk.” You said quickly, surprised at how even and calm your voice sounded. Almost as if you weren’t being finger fucked.
That seemed to satisfy them enough and they carried on with conversation.
Normally at dinner, you rarely drank any wine, since you were never able to just have one glass. It always led to two, or sometimes even three, and you would end up passed out on your bed hours before you usually would. But tonight you happily drank, finishing the second glass right as Arthur had two fingers curling inside of you.
As hard as you tried not to let yourself orgasm you could feel it approaching rapidly. Arthur could too, noting how your chest rose and fell and how you were twitching around his fingers. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath, before he was right back at it, quicker than before. He had a hard-on of his own but with his belt and gun holster in the way, no one would have the slightest idea, even if they looked right at his crotch. Lucky him.
“Are we ready for dessert?” Your mother's voice scared you out of your wits and you jumped.
“Yes!” You laughed to draw attention away from the fact that you almost spilled your wine.
She left along with the kitchen maid, directing her to get together new sets of dishes.
His fingers curled quicker as he sipped on his wine, keeping his eyes anywhere but your father or you. Your father kept up the small talk, allowing you to give yourself the time to focus on having a discreet and quiet orgasm.
You slowed your breathing as you felt it coming, gripping Arthur’s arm under the table with your left hand as you curled your other hand into a fist around your dress. He looked down at you for a split second, savoring the sight of you as best as he could before he forced himself to look away as to not look suspicious. He gave you a few more deep pumps before you came. The heat and tingles exploded, rippling from your clit and inside your body to your entire form. You bit your lip and looked down, sinking your nails into the skin of his arm. The waves of pleasure that coursed through your body were enough to make anyone scream but you kept your mouth shut and posture still.
When it finally finished you sat back in your seat, running a hand through your hair as you sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead when your father wasn't looking. Arthur smirked at you and you threw him the angriest glare you could, but you couldn’t keep it for long. When he chuckled you broke out into a smile and you had to look away so you didn’t laugh.
“Here it is!” Your mother said proudly as she carried the pecan pie into the dining room. “Took me all day!”
Arthur made a show of looking impressed and your father praised your mother's cooking to no end, telling her that she was the best cook in the whole west. She smiled proudly and served everyone's plates. Thank god you had already came and Arthur’s hand was back where it belonged.
“I’m going to make you regret that.” You whispered to Arthur as your mother talked about how hard it was to find enough pecans.
“Lookin’ forward to it.”
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The black round pipe that pass a cross a small stream that drain water into lake Victoria carries the very make u insane water from bar kalare but am told they got now the technology to dig across the earth from below as debris fall off rather than on top like with wells where u got to remove debris at every ft that hinders the same, so will capitalize on that and close the CDC altogether in the eyes on those who know not, so u’d rather get to bellow and cut those pipes as some water sources as rivers the way oil is looped they have looped water from big reservoir like Tanganyika to channel it to some river sources like Nzoia cheating people they are permanent rather seasonal but just beefed up with gold piped water from Lake Tanganyika and more dude
Many leave in big houses as 4 security reasons as it has like 10-15 bedrooms so u change where u sleep every night without letting ya wife know, u just ambush her, cause many can fire into ya room or send a mini-missile to kill ya, so by changing u can escape bro, king of the jew to bring out reality, when u live in search it makes ya chances of getting to hell minimal than those who live in small houses withing the town and not far a part as the former case, Thats why u wonder why people live in extra-large houses and that's the answer bro like in the link below
https://www.primelocation.com/overseas/property/united-states/california/
Even in movies the devil gives u that movie like with PS4 games, u and with those who featured of exact images and cities streets and building as in their form as well as the above same voices, so never be cheated bro, its gimmicks, same way machines and artificial foods are made they same way above
The devil can give u a grenade, the test u how u will use it to give u further more, by the canister serial no, so its a test if u have managed even to make 1, so be prudent so it gives ya more other sophisticated machines more than above as well with ya pride which he wants not and disrespect, instead can give ya not all that sophisticated like mentioned above bro, so take heed and desist the bad
If u find a heap on a land or slightly elevated if u shit their, it grants u longevity and youngness of face, no kidding bro, pure truth dude, try, reasons why others live long and we know not but trying others which work out not. SELDOM APPLE leaves rejuvenates ya mind as directs ya the bad and the good like if u drink much juice shortens ya life or u should not go to that land or go to that 1 or with women as 1 good or the other bad and push ya lower jaw more in-front than the place it was and eradicate ya tongue of much sweet foods as removes ya from much succulent foods to make ya want plain foods, put ya to work and wanting disturbance not, the utility bro.
The military tank main gun where the mini-missile can get to to kill ya by detonating the missiles inside the tanker can be made in a such a way it closes lest u want to aim to shoot b4 again it closes to avoid the above as a precaution measure.
Many have invested in Big dogs in many African nations to make ready cash as whites or Arabs who get this cash online hire such to pay the women who sleeps with these dogs and the owners, anyway it elevates poverty among these women and dog owners as their government don't care about them, must hustle to get money as the lesson gotten if u never know dude
With people making detonatives like grenades many not just 1 then this a must 4 you and its a new way of making money to the same people who makes the above cause as well they know how to make the later.
Tire and sidion or Sodom and gomora, the reason why God sent fire from above to consume the city was the fact that hell was in those lands and the had machinery to cut across the land from above to beneath, so were trying to reach hell and were warned, as to overpower God until the above was done if u never know, Wichita was tire, Topeka was sidion, Colorado springs was gommora while Denver was sodom, if u tour the city u will see burnt sandy left big lands.
Angel Gabriel Told By God to talk to A luo who had died but had a hell ticket as wanted to appeal as wait 4 more people of his lives to die to come and give their act of what happen yet it was long overdue as all who knew him had passed the same so no more witness and furnace was handy. ‘Nyon dho gwog no odhikucho, odonje mach” as the same has been forwarded to kebi in his Fb page b4 doing the same to me. In Judgement any language is spoken u want, God and his people understands and speak every world dialect so never think u r left out, dude, u belong big time
When counterfeit detector came in the resorted to bringing the covid with its medication know as the grown ginger GG, yet still made a curfew and when the curfew was to be abolished soon out of the gotten medication, they extended it still cause the coin counterpart of the above is handy. So when will it stop dude, using the underground fissures to get illegally printed money from other spheres and vice versa and place in those countries system, very very bad indeed, reason why many are mad with being Mr big men in their countries when the same unearthed they forced the poor with as it will be a big shame they cant propel their manifestos.
Calculate the distance between planet and see how long u can take in between two planets, lets say Earth and Mar as the airplane travels at 1000km/hr in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=distance+of+other+planets+from+earth
The confiscated guns in the links below were, some, confiscated at Kibuye Catholic ksm church and more, some even made in garages and peoples houses or in the dark, Catholic people often lick the pussy as i am told and part of reality of that name and they eat bat flesh or blood as olictigah
With mini-missiles military tanks are nothing but a heap of rubble if every nation can make the same.
Electric tankers images
https://www.edrmagazine.eu/idef-19-otokars-akrep-iie-an-electric-driven-recce-platform
https://www.google.com/search?q=electric-military+tank+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjZ6Prhp7jpAhVBjxoKHfNhBxoQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=electric-military+tank+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DZIVj5L2DKOWgAcAB4AIABzQWIAYQckgEHNC00LjIuMZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=qtK_XtnrEMGeavPDndAB&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d
https://www.made-in-china.com/cs/hot-china-products/horizontal_wind_generator_12v.html?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=01-pc-feedcs&utm_content=02-pc-feedcs-new-Oceaned&fbclid=IwAR3JtFzVkWVFjfkDkw9EEaTUdI8tgl7vCiPQVVhZhsazPUGb3Ew8vxde8WY
Police armored car in the link below
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcleantechnica.com%2Ffiles%2F2014%2F12%2Fimage6.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fcleantechnica.com%2F2014%2F12%2F11%2Fchinese-company-developed-armored-ev-police-car%2F&tbnid=OWjBySmUvMhs_M&vet=12ahUKEwj79MzgqrjpAhUU0YUKHbJXDSMQMygdegQIARBF..i&docid=dMbgos2ZVH8MgM&w=640&h=455&q=china%20made%20electric-military%20tank%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwj79MzgqrjpAhUU0YUKHbJXDSMQMygdegQIARBF
Seldom apple leaves if u eat grows u hairy in chin and beards so can be packed and sold for the same, in ya local house mixed it with like kale or cabbage and take and grow hairy as it lengthens ya life span.
Universal charger can act like the missile/drone technology described below in the link below or the missile can use the solar technology
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=universal+charger+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjr9_mRobrpAhVx7OAKHWxbAMEQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=635
If going out of Australia was meant to be then getting out of that land u will get out as it was not ya land when every nation has learnt the art of making military machines and gadgets, cause 1st and 4most it aint ya land, so the truth dawns and they want to locate Aborigines with food (eat more than the normal person but not wanting other food daily as masai who r glutton when eating not on the pot) yet they are known with their nature of their hips like the upper swollen part of the chicken thigh, bam/paja women with Barnabas or little children with Christ to bring out reality while many are kamba blooded of sturbon blood wont get their as described below or the former in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+black+women+in+tumblr+waists&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiB6o6rorrpAhUI2xoKHSoGBKYQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+black+women+in+tumblr+waists&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CQlAJYt6UCYIirAmgAcAB4AIAB8QGIAegQkgEEMi0xMJgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=aNnAXoGWIoi2a6qMkLAK&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop#imgrc=6ntSNT7AkMEXTM
Getting to below the earth surface thins ya lips and make ya lips kinda started developing sickness as dry and fragile/cracked and its known that way bro, the cold of the below makes it that way and 4 people to see 4 curse to be on ya as it will formed part of ya judgement in after death time lest u repent to start again
Masai are always dummy in class those who got that blood as they don’t understand things even if repeated to them and are known that way lest given leakage in a cleaver way to delude ya of the above and are known that way, so don’t call me 1, people who need good things from people and cant live within their means or where they are as kebi do.
Like in the link below when the comb technology used on 12 DC bulbs it eliminates wires cause it will be opened wirelessly like with wireless door alarms and computer keyboard
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=wireless+keyboard+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjq9s6-pbrpAhUR_BQKHTo9A5kQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=635
http://www.toyonix.com/?product=wi-fi-led-light-bulb-w-remote-control
https://www.google.com/search?q=remote+ps4+holder&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiFvrutprrpAhULnRoKHTjdC4EQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=remote+ps4+holder&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzIGCAAQCBAeOgIIADoECAAQHjoGCAAQBRAeUJ6cGFiu2BhgzuEYaABwAHgAgAGcAogB6hCSAQUwLjIuOJgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=n93AXsXyDYu6ari6r4gI&bih=635&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d
After acknowledging the above, delanu says i long to see these day as Malachi 4 puts it.
Grenades are made with cut tire parts placed in dough of a mini-cake size, old clothes, fallen dried leaves, cut brown grass, hay then u spit saliva upon it and boom its formed and the missile/drone can harbor grenade of another shape even inside with a wi-fi mechanism that pull its always pulled strip on the tip called the safety pin to detonate.
https://www.google.com/search?q=parts+of+a+grenade&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwid5Yrwp7rpAhVU8IUKHQEaC8UQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=parts+of+a+grenade&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzICCAAyAggAMgYIABAIEB4yBggAEAgQHjoCCCk6BAgAEEM6BQgAEIMBOgQIABADUNChCljywgpg28YKaABwAHgAgAGYAogBmx-SAQYwLjEuMTeYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=N9_AXt3tFtTglwSBtKyoDA&bih=635&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=juZmPOw6sue3BM
https://www.google.com/search?q=images%20of%20modern%20tea%20or%20coffee%20thermoses&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg%3ACfBCxYUza0J8ImBjERlUMp2iiYLHhYYfaxVsBzoGzoNcusNDdof3TUOIXZ11NVQBNQjdsNJ8rYkZ6-qrqxqq0TIW52AsdpuSPhbJWI8lsqR8iLuL21igpA0G4kp-nWlbM0Xq-u1rtOTHw2gqEgljERlUMp2iiRHP4qsXeGaR-SoSCYLHhYYfaxVsETL5qewiU3A6KhIJBzoGzoNcusMR9ggQZN0ndeYqEglDdof3TUOIXRFpeTW4g_1hCfCoSCZ11NVQBNQjdEVbXb8po2px4KhIJsNJ8rYkZ6-oRuvH1_1V2u3SEqEgmrqxqq0TIW5xEpGfdguQkyNCoSCWAsdpuSPhbJEcWPpuCQ8FVLKhIJWI8lsqR8iLsRuXAH9U30zSYqEgmL21igpA0G4hHQLyy47IspaCoSCUp-nWlbM0XqEW-oCuSGVL_1lKhIJ-u1rtOTHw2gRoNTMwZ2rKrFhwMlcZ32mp7I&client=firefox-b-d&hl=en&ved=0CCIQuIIBahcKEwjQ-u2gqbrpAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQCA&biw=1007&bih=618
Disaster from the Northern Hemisphere as per the bible, S-Korea makes mini 40mm missiles that if made many can overthrow the USA and the Otutu generator is said to have been a joint venture between the 2 nations, USA think twice and the reason why it was placed between Russia and Japan to the East to out maneuver their ways cause they are jew of the same never listening agendas described below. omodisastereality bro, Just google homie, every kingdom atrophies, the Kikuyu, trukana and masai blooded, the triple evil
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+4%3A5-31&version=NIV
https://biblehub.com/jeremiah/1-14.htm
The mini-missile just gets into the puwa of the tanker as in the link below, mfalme wa yawhodi to cement the truth and worker and vineyard parable, the nose, like a frog gets into the nose (main gun) of kifaru as elephant, Rich-man with LAZARUS WARNING i got 5 brothers and king of the jew or Christ with little kids to bring out reality bro, Read between the line dude, stop asking much as kebi had foreseen their never accepting character to employ so they feel the same currently not to employ it at his ripe time 4 the explained in following tumblr a/c of this a/c
https://biblehub.com/jeremiah/1-14.htmhttps://ag.hyperxgaming.com/article/5256/anatomy-of-a-tank-in-world-of-tanks
https://www.reddit.com/r/LessCredibleDefence/comments/c1dw58/south_korean_lig_nex1s_mini_missiles/
A hole was blocked with sand along the ksm-kakamega highway in Kisumu that leads to the outer world which is like 2 x 2 in length and width, if dug again then u tell Mr devil to incorporate a golden wall of like 2-3 cm thick on its wall from above the earth to bellow to be used as a gateway 4 trade and getting to other planets like mars would be a big plus and a prudent way to facilitate the making of such planes of that size after the golden plate added which don’t rot as now u know how gold are made with red guava added to much water that don’t turn ya mind or that turn ya mind as with spirit make of human brown feces or corpse of those who were frustrated in life as never had it good, was rough 4 them.
Dude the plane to mass works this way, let it be long of the same width and length as described above let the seats rotate in that when going down that way, the seats rotates with ya where the place u ya back rest on points the floor to make ya body in the right posture as if it were traveling on earth on the roads or horizontally as that way its vertical, when many wants to take shower or get to rest rooms it stops, then turn from the vertical position it were while moving to be horizontal b4 the seats turn again to be in their normal state to facilitate the mentioned above. Water u will get from the atmosphere, don’t worry with Christ another version and artificial food made inside b4 it turns vertically to commence on its journey to mass, women with Barnabas another version to bring out reality (Your back mentioned above, the splat), revelation 5 Root of David Rod, at that time dude, click the link below 4 more
https://www.google.com/search?q=parts+of+aseating+chair&client=ms-google-coop&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=L9izYJVlrdWlCM%253A%252Ckkfh22QnrJy6JM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kThTqsa8tXkaR-VzU-ygDkFmE9X5Q&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjv4c–rrrpAhUwA2MBHa_OD80Q9QEwAnoECAkQGQ#imgrc=L9izYJVlrdWlCM:
Shoes builds Boston city and when many people in every nations have learnt that easy act, then the collapse of Boston lest they be good 4 people not find an alternative to their products, unless they pro-act and try to stop the modern woes like with Kebi problem with his cash and Mr Hindu cant tell him anything as directs him, even the insane as mad who knows to talk to the devil makes such, like in the link below
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark+5%3A1-20&version=NIV
When there are many shoes around hidden 4 high price and the deem rich now are gotten into pure jealousy of the deemed poor of yesterday becoming like them even wearing attires they ought to breeds or bring a spirit where is u were 1 of the former they look at ya shoes discouraging ya, but of 2 fold, if u have the shoes 4 long they leave that habit on ya as illegal sources to online cash they used to live on is removed so will get to the same position of yours, so want to know the best of few bucks that can take them long without public scorn, so fellow desist from quick outcry and hunger as that is the cry of the rich of getting back to square 1 even with their women if u can be with them and if u know the good and bad in society so they leave ya with them as reality has dawned on them they cant escape now when cash placed online as liquid cash eliminated.
With mini-missiles military tanks are nothing but a heap of rubble if every nation can make the same.
Electric tankers images
https://www.edrmagazine.eu/idef-19-otokars-akrep-iie-an-electric-driven-recce-platform
https://www.google.com/search?q=electric-military+tank+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjZ6Prhp7jpAhVBjxoKHfNhBxoQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=electric-military+tank+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DZIVj5L2DKOWgAcAB4AIABzQWIAYQckgEHNC00LjIuMZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=qtK_XtnrEMGeavPDndAB&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d
https://www.made-in-china.com/cs/hot-china-products/horizontal_wind_generator_12v.html?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=01-pc-feedcs&utm_content=02-pc-feedcs-new-Oceaned&fbclid=IwAR3JtFzVkWVFjfkDkw9EEaTUdI8tgl7vCiPQVVhZhsazPUGb3Ew8vxde8WY
Police armored car in the link below
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcleantechnica.com%2Ffiles%2F2014%2F12%2Fimage6.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fcleantechnica.com%2F2014%2F12%2F11%2Fchinese-company-developed-armored-ev-police-car%2F&tbnid=OWjBySmUvMhs_M&vet=12ahUKEwj79MzgqrjpAhUU0YUKHbJXDSMQMygdegQIARBF..i&docid=dMbgos2ZVH8MgM&w=640&h=455&q=china%20made%20electric-military%20tank%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwj79MzgqrjpAhUU0YUKHbJXDSMQMygdegQIARBF
Most Beninese are kamba blooded and many i know not, so to get them in the society to stop the more spread of that rude don’t want to listen tribe as wants their own and cant serve justice u get them in a debate which they want to be winners no-matter what, if u refuse to let them on-top, kinda, u see their foreheads swells as protrudes like a pumping heart in and out then u leave then or can break into a fight. Malachi 4 to cement the truth. The ones hard to realize or got that blood as u locate it from far like Germans have the Benin blood of kamba as well as Gabonese.
The bible of God promises that women will be made strong in the end day of finishing kebi tricks and kingdom, where the same kebi will notify them 1st more than men how gadgets and artificial part of much staff are made like with soyi beans, sample placed in water then u hurl cold water unto it using a syringe and boom its formed synonymous with USA which imports much of that to China mixed with few Kg of real grown ones. They will know the same and sell among women themselves so will not depend on men to fund their progress as well as making illicit cash as gadget making as talking to the devil aint choosy as any gender can do it, so men who cant do the same will seek the face of these women more than men to have mercy or an helping hand on them, maybe their men counterpart can not afford to do the above to them and these women can do if they bend low and maybe give them what they have made to cut revenues that would have gone to men who make the same or sell their made gadgets or artificial foods 4 the women as be their sales persons mostly with men attires. Prophet Isaiah prophecy that women will be strong fulfilled like in the above or link below dude
The Drone with like missile look can have the propeller inside like with the computer CPU and uses the starter comb technology to heat its bulb, like with the bulb with the filament that lights the bulb as same with the very very filament in the gas as coil heating the gas in the cylinder b4 cold air is pumped like with petroleum pump as the propeller like the CPU ones circulates it more to either move forward or make corners as twist in the air when remote controlled, where the radar lost another person has similar remote controller like with relay in sports to still control it until it reaches the destination, b4 the head of a grenade launcher is fixed on its top either to discharge the same and come back as its capacity or detonates together with that bomb placed on its head/mouth
https://www.google.com/search?q=cpu+propeller+images&client=ms-google-coop&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=XT05h1MOBkww-M%253A%252C6mNKTLAAVNJF_M%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kTA9lrxV4wUS_VxcryFSqr7tEbTDw&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjQwMr347fpAhXLDWMBHXFrAVUQ9QEwB3oECAgQEw#imgrc=XT05h1MOBkww-M:
https://www.google.com/search?q=electric+bulb+filament+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiilPWS5LfpAhXMwoUKHbRqCLwQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=electric+bulb+filament+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCCk6AggAOgQIABBDOgYIABAIEB46BAgAEBg6BAgAEB5QzCVYmIUBYJWHAWgAcAB4AIABngKIAaExkgEGMC4zLjI2mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWewAQI&sclient=img&ei=w4u_XuKmFMyFlwS01aHgCw&client=ms-google-coop
https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-3pcs-mini-micro-small-3-phase-wind-turbines-hand-alternator-generator-3v-24v-12v-new-11182009.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_69_RPG
https://www.shutterstock.com/search/relay+sport
Even countries that sells jet fuel are caught in a limbo, where the same can be made by placing a little in distilled water in a dark container then u spit saliva on its many people and boom that fuel formed hampering their revenues and long time lie of cheating people its mined and charging huge prices synonymous with Chicago, Illinois which when other nations learn leads to city collapse as well as with E-airplanes that is fuel less finishes the above like in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+china+made+electric-airplanes&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiSoPDu57fpAhUJeRoKHaxbDH8Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+china+made+electric-airplanes&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DKNli2QWCPTGgAcAB4AIAB7gGIAYAMkgEDMi03mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=qY-_XtKnHonyaay3sfgH&bih=635&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop
With E-airplanes as described above will eliminates complete what is explained in tumblr a/c davidomolo that many world navy champion 4 the same when that plane carries much cash to take from the seas to return to the economies to build, so that is stop with the above plane. Maybe another reason Chicago is falling,maybe built out of that cash and we know not.
Eu and America grows exponentially cause they are 1 tribe as opposed to Africa which got many tribes who wants u to do their shit even if not pro-you and then they get u in a bind with NY saying its cosmopolitan yet its more developed that many 1 tribe cities of the world. Answer is its 10-20 % of the main population cosmopolitan as over 80% is 1 blooded as British Immigrants and the rest all tribes of the world as opposed to Cities of Africa like Lagos and Nairobi which are purely cosmopolitan as their is not tribe, single, which dominates more than 20% of the population of that city and that’s the difference bro like in the links below
https://worldpopulationreview.com/us-cities/new-york-city-population/
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=7ZK_XvWpOKijgwe39qyADA&q=population+of+tribes+in+lagos+city&oq=population+of+tribes+in+lagos+city&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQRzoGCAAQBxAeOgYIABAIEB46AggAOgQIABAeUMmjAliA4wJg4ukCaABwAXgAgAGnAogBgRiSAQYwLjIuMTKYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwi11Nv96rfpAhWo0eAKHTc7C8AQ4dUDCAs&uact=5
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=HZO_XqfLKPzigweKnpCQCA&q=population+of+tribes+in+nairobi+city&oq=population+of+tribes+in+nairobi+city&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzIFCAAQzQIyBQgAEM0CMgUIABDNAjIFCAAQzQIyBQgAEM0COgQIABBHOgQIIRAKULm5BViY0wVgmdYFaABwAXgAgAHMAogBlRGSAQUyLTguMZgBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjnzb2U67fpAhV88eAKHQoPBIIQ4dUDCAs&uact=5
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=kinshasa+population&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiCq_fa67fpAhUS_RQKHXBPBOIQ1QIoAHoECAsQAQ&biw=1024&bih=635
N/B with Ny 80% of the black population are either insane,easy to manage or have disability benefits to sail through as opposed to African cities of young population as of Developed world are old as ageing population.
You can even chase sent missile using a fighter jet with inside guns and grenade launchers, but problem is if that sent missile has wireless controlled guns as well to fire ya mini-missile or even the same grenade launcher u got which are automated lest u build a bigger missile which is armored to counteract the shot bullets and grenades as u shoot their sent missile too which is armored until u collide head on if both are controlled wirelessly. Anyway what significance is violence that destroys the earth while the radio active emissions via flowing rivers got into oceans and lakes to destroy the well-being of the next generation. My friends get to ya country and control ya waters as the only remedy or advice like in the link below
https://newatlas.com/multi-platform-aircraft-designed-built-africa/33350/
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