#and she makes everyone miserable (including herself) to make it that way

[lucyrose191]

CALM IN THE STORM| H.SPECTER

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Wife!reader

Summary: The entire firm knew how temperamental Harvey Specter was and whenever he was in one of those moods, they knew it was going to be a painful day, until they found the only thing that could calm him down.

Warnings: none.

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Harvey Specter could be described as many things; arrogant, rude, uptight, stone-faced and most certainly hot headed. It wasn’t hard to piss him off but it was certainly difficult to calm him down and once his mood was ruined the entire day was doomed.

It was quite frankly anyone’s worst day whenever Harvey wasn’t in a good mood because they always took the brunt of it and there was no way to fix it.

Or so they thought.

If there was one thing anyone would say about Donna Paulsen, it was that she knew everything, which meant she knew exactly what would calm Harvey Specter down.

His wife.

Y/N Specter wasn’t a lawyer, she was an aerospace engineer which was just as, if not more impressive than being a lawyer and Harvey Specter worshipped the ground she walked on.

After watching Mike Ross leave Harvey’s office with near tears streaming down his face, Donna had enough and picked up the phone.

Y/N’s attention was momentarily drawn away from her computer at the sound of her office phone ringing but continued looking through data as she answered "Y/N Specter speaking."

A sigh of relief was heard through the line before Donna’s voice filtered through. "Y/N! Thank god! I don’t know what the hell is up Harvey’s arse today but he’s nearly made Mike cry three times and it’s only 10 o’clock, can you please come and save us," her husband’s secretary practically begged.

Y/N smiled, leaning back in her chair, work forgotten. This wasn’t the first time she had received a phone call like this and she found it hilarious just how much fear her husband built within people, he was a real softy around her.

Luckily for her, she had a lot of freedom in her role, she had proven herself for many years before that she was now able to come and go from work as she pleased, being fully trusted that no matter how often she was here her work was always done.

"I won’t be long," she said before hanging up, not wasting time in grabbing her things to make her way to her husband’s workplace.

As she walked towards her husbands office, Y/N bit down her laughter as she saw the obvious signs of relief on everyone’s faces as she walked by.

"Y/N you have no idea how happy I am to see you," Donna greeted her as she approached her desk, "He’s miserable in there."

Y/N looked through the glass into her husbands office and found that the redhead was telling the truth, the heavy frustration on her husband’s face was hard to miss.

She gave Donna a smile before making her way into Harvey’s office.

The man sighed heavily hearing his office door open, not looking up from the case file open in front of him. “I thought I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Y/N smiled, “and does that include me?”

Harvey’s head snapped up at the sweet, smooth tone of his wife’s voice, feeling the tension in his shoulders deflate just from her presence. "Y/N?”

“Hey handsome." She smirked slightly, walking around his desk, he turned in his chair just as she stood in front of him.

He looked up at her in the same way he always did, there was nothing but pure love in those eyes, “What are you doing here?"

Y/N smiled lovingly at him, stepping forward to stand between his legs, wrapping her arms around the back of his head. “You’re scaring your colleagues.”

Harvey rolled his eyes, sitting up to rest his hands on her waist. “They’re ridiculous.”

Y/N hummed, “maybe, but how could I deny the chance to come and see you?”

“Fair point, I can understand the struggle of not seeing my handsome face for a couple hours,” Harvey replied, dead serious, smiling as his wife rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle slap to the shoulder.

“What’s got you all worked up, darling?” She asked.

Harvey released a deep breath, sparing a glance to the case sitting open on his desk. “I didn’t even want to represent the guy but Jessica knows him, I know him to be a complete prick."

Y/N thought for a moment before inviting herself further into his space, forcing her way into his lap, not that he was complaining, he just tightened his grip around her, leaning back into his chair. “Well, how about I treat you to lunch?” She proposed.

Harvey smiled tiredly. “I’d love that, baby." He replied, earning a bright smile from his wife who leaned forward to press a loving kiss to his lips before standing back up, pulling him up with her,

“Come on then, we’ve kept Ray waiting long enough.”

The smile on Harvey’s face was a stark contrast to the frustration he had been hounding earlier and it was all down the angel in front of him who wouldn’t even allow him to grab his coat, too persistent in dragging him through his office door.

As they made their way out of the building, they paid no attention to the uncomfortable weight that seemed to lift from everyone’s shoulders.

One thing for sure is that the entire firm were relieved for the existence of Y/N Specter.

[wileys-russo]

Not sure if you’re taking requests but I’m a sad and anxious American who could use a bit of happiness rn. Thank you in advance but also no worries if this doesn’t spark anything.

Just a little fluffy something with Leah or Alessia at home, “there’s no way these are vegan” after surprising them with homemade brownies

special brownies II l.williamson, a.russo

"less you can't eat brownies, we have a match tomorrow." leah reminded sternly as you carded your fingers through the moody strikers hair, her head resting in your lap as she groaned loudly at your other girlfriends words.

"yeah leah a match i have to play on my period! at least let me eat some sort of warm chocolate if i can't curl into a ball and die." alessia mumbled miserably, rolling over and pushing her face into your hoodie covered stomach.

"don't!" you mouthed at the older girl who scoffed and was clearly ready to say something that absolutely would not help the situation. "i'll make you brownies for after the game tomorrow baby, i promise." you assured alessia, rubbing her back gently as she huffed, clearly not happy but somewhat accepting of the offer.

"with ice cream?" "with ice cream." "that vanilla bean ice cream in the blue container?" "yes lessi, i will make sure to buy that exact ice cream just for you."

"you're going to bake brownies from scratch?" leah snickered, lifting your shared girlfriends legs and settling herself onto the sofa, alessia digging her heels into leahs thigh mumbling about a foot massage, making the defender roll her eyes but oblige none the less.

"yes i am. are you going to try and tell me i can't? little miss 'childrens menu'." you narrowed your eyes skeptically, feeling alessia chuckle lightly before leah squeezed her foot too hard and her head popped up to shoot her a glare.

"well babe i think we all remember the last time you tried to bake. i, at least, can admit that i am not a good cook. which is why i'm dating one and a half of them!" leah grinned, quickly assuring the grumpy striker that she was the one and you were the half.

"half!" you protested, a little pinch to your thigh meaning you resumed scratching alessia's back where you'd paused momentarily, glaring daggers at the other girl a few cushions down.

"you do your best baby, and your best is good. but maybe you could just buy some brownies? that little cafe leah loves does them with the chocolate chips, we can grab a coffee and then heat them up later after the game." alessia mumbled into your chest, patting your thigh in an attempt to show support.

"do you both really think i'm that incapable of making brownies?" you asked in disbelief, the silence in response practically deafening. "wow! well the truth comes out." you scoffed in offense, both blondes heads snapping toward you as you attempted to wiggle out from alessias grip.

"no come on love don't be like that! baking just isn't for everyone. same as football isn't for everyone or maths isn't for everyone, its fine!" alessia held on tightly, tugging you back down and shuffling her body to lay on you more as you crossed your arms.

"everyone has their own special skill set baby girl, yours just doesn't include baking. more like...burning? hey i bet if we were ever stranded on a desert island you'd be able to get a fire going!" leah was clearly trying to be on the same supportive track as your other girlfriend but failing miserably as even alessia cringed at the attempt.

"no baby she didn't mean that don't-" but this time you managed to pull yourself free and roll out from beneath alessia, shooting up to your feet and taking turns glaring at the two blondes still laid up on the sofa.

"tomorrow i will not be coming to your game. i am going to spend the afternoon here baking and you will both come home to the best fucking brownies you've ever tasted-no actually the best vegan brownies you've ever tasted because i am that confident that i can do it. even without dairy!" you announced, stomping off to go sulk by yourself and look up some recipes.

"wait but babe you're still going to get regular ice cream right? not vegan ice cream? right? babe!"

~

you'd been so confident, you really had, which had made the fall from grace and back into reality a difficult one.

the reality that your girlfriends doubts weren't so far fetched and you might not actually be capable of baking, all the more prickly an acceptance to swallow.

which is what had lead to this disgustingly sneaky switch, the evidence of your previous three attempts scattered strategically around the kitchen for your lovers to see, and the evidence of the store bought brownies you'd rushed out to buy instead well hidden at the very bottom of the trash bins.

you'd just taken them out of the microwave to warm them up, very carefully stacking them up on a plate when you heard alessia's car in the driveway, leah playing passenger princess today.

they'd done their best this morning to grovel and sweet talk and try their very hardest to change your mind about coming to the game but you were stubborn by nature and once it was made up there wasn't much to be done to change it.

so they'd trudged off to the match like kicked puppies and you'd spent your afternoon burning chocolate and yelling at the oven trying to shift the blame before inevitably accepting your fate.

however you'd made such a fuss and a point both last night and this morning about your abilities that you may have accepted your fate, but you had no intent on letting your girlfriends do the same, the art of deception hopefully saving you the further embarrassment of eating your words with an audience.

"you did it!" alessias eyes lit up as she entered the kitchen first, hair damp and scraped up into a bun. "congratulations on the hat trick baby." you smiled, pecking her lips a few times before her loving gaze dropped down to the sweet treats on the counter.

"i think she plays better on her period." leah mused as she wandered in, the younger blonde shooting her a dirty look in response as leah kissed her cheek apologetically and wrapped you in a hug.

"you're so much prettier when you don't talk." you teased, squeezing her face in your hand with a wink as leah pulled a face and blew a raspberry on your cheek.

"less!" you laughed, turning around a few seconds later and already finding the striker with a mouthful of brownie, crumbs down the front of her hoodie and a blissed out look on her face.

"what? i was promised these!" she defended still with a mouthful of food making you wince and push her lightly. "yes you were babe and you more than earned them." you chuckled, leah reaching around you to take one for herself.

"babe there's no way these are vegan!" the milton keynes local scoffed after a mere sniff causing your eyes to roll as she took a cautious bite. "are too." you gestured your arms around to the plethora of substitutes piled around the kitchen as leah hummed skeptically.

"just tell her she did a good job, shut up, and stuff your face with chocolate leah." alessia defended, hugging you from behind as you smiled gratefully and kissed her jaw, pushing away from her as she shoved the other half of the baked good into her mouth and sent crumbs showering down on you.

"well i need a quick shower but ice creams in the freezer-" you kissed alessia's cheek since her lips were preoccupied making out with a brownie.

"-whipped creams in the fridge." you pecked leahs lips knowingly. "oi!" the defender grabbed at you as your hand collected with her ass with a wink, escaping to the bathroom for a shower and leaving them to their brownies.

which may have been a mistake.

when you returned it was to a welcomingly quiet living room, both of your blondes laid on the lounge watching a film, which judging by the bored look on leahs face and the concentrated one on alessia's, the film had been the strikers choice.

offering them both a cup of tea which was met with a resoundingly quick yes from each you disapeared to the kitchen, not hearing leah get up to follow you much to alessia's grumpy protests at being left alone.

"you know babe i noticed something very interesting about your brownies." leah hummed causing you to jump a little not having thought anyone was with you, flicking the kettle on to boil and raising an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"well you know i love a good jigsaw, yeah?" leah questioned, grabbing the plate of brownies which was remarkably untouched given alessia's desire to inhale the lot of them just moments before you ducked off for a shower.

"but with a jigsaw, all the pieces...have to match up." leah nodded down as your eyes dropped, leah having lined up the brownies which sure enough weren't even close to matching up together the way they would if you'd baked them in the tray you'd claimed to.

"well thats because-" "oh no no my girl, i wasn't asking." leah interrupted with a shake of her head and a finger pressed to your lips. "i know you didn't bake those, and they sure as shit aren't vegan." leah smirked knowingly, pulling your body closer into hers as she leaned down, lips ghosting your own as right as you tried to kiss her she pulled away, smirk growing wider as her hands slipped up your hoodie.

"the only question i want the answer to is, how are you going to make it up to us for lying baby?"

[incorrectfatui]

some Fatui headcanons before we resume the quotes (some funny, some sad, some just random idk) these are all over the place but oh well Pierro: Really liked talking to Signora about magic. They both use very different kinds, but they still have similar understandings, and no one else really wants to hear him ramble

Capitano: Oblivious to romantic relationships. Thinks everyone is just really good friends.

Dottore: Got so seasick on the way to inazuma and back, that he genuinely considered never visiting again. Spent like 5 months trying to research medication against motion sickness and ended up poisoning himself. Intentionally makes mathematical mistakes in his budget reports, just to annoy Pantalone.

Columbina: can't swim.

Arlecchino: Says "I don't have a favourite child", but definitely has a favourite child. Tried making Dad jokes once and failed miserably, mostly because she didn't understand the joke herself. Sometimes forgets that most the Harbingers are immortal, so she'll have situations where she mentions researching some long dead person, only for one of the others to go "oh i knew that dude personally". Somewhat salty that she isn't hundreds of years old.

Crucabena: Her birthday is on christmas. She doesn't know what christmas is, so it doesn't matter, but she just gives off the vibe of being born in winter and I think it'd be funny. Wrote letters trying to get Neuvilette to implement the death penalty monthly, but never received a reply. Has, one more than one occasion, used Hydro not to fight, but to drown people, because she liked watching them struggle.

Clervie: her and Peruere once illegally operated an Aquabus while on a mission. Peruere may have used it to commit vehicular manslaughter. Also she made mother's day presents every year, despite them being thrown away. Tried to teach herself elemental magic, but couldn't figure it out without a teacher. Once overheard Crucabena praying to the Cryo Archon. briefly had hope that she changed for the better, only to hear "Thank you your Majesty for giving me the ability to give people hypothermia".

Lyney: Genuinely thought Arlecchino was a guy for like 3 months after being adopted. Also sometimes forgets that Freminet isn't his biological brother.

Lynette: More cat-like than Lyney. Has caught birds and eaten them raw before, but doesn't do it anymore, even though Arlecchino approves.

Freminet: More powerful than Lyney and Lynette, even if it doesn't seem like it. Doesn't have all that much control over his cryo vision yet, so he mostly uses it as a support for his claymore, instead of the other way around.

Pulcinella: Has a lot of fun calling everyone a child, even if he isn't older than them. Dottore? Unruly teenager. Scaramouche or Sandrone? Practically a toddler. Arlecchino and Childe? Babies. Only ones he doesn't do this to is Columbina and Pierro. Columbina because he's scared, Pierro because of respect.

Scaramouche: One of the only people who actually understands how Ei's Realm of Euthmiya works. Has tried to explain it to several people, including Pierro and Dottore, but get's frustrated every time because they don't understand it exactly. So overcharged with electro energy, that touching him may give you a small shockl (yes, even after Sumeru). Is actually not completely sure how his body actually works, and neither is Nahida. Dottore has a pretty level of knowlegde (although he still gets a lot of surprises), but the only one who actually understands his body completely is Ei.

Sandrone: Tried to become active in Fontainian politics at some point. Promptly fell asleep in the courtroom because she spent several all-nighters trying to complete a project of hers. Complicated feelings about Scaramouche, ranging from "I want to dissect him" to "no one understands this guy more than me, ignore the fact that we talk like once every 5 years"

Signora: Even with the cryo delusion, her body temperature runs really, really hot. Is basically a walking heater- Columbina likes using her as a portable source of warmth. Also, her blood being liquid fire is not an exaggeration- got wounded in the palace one time, only to burn down half a library.

Pantalone: Once suggested suing Raiden Ei for child support. It did not work.

Childe: Completely unaware that Arlecchino isn't the first Knave. Thinks she's immortal too. Also only figured out that Dottore has clones after about a year of being a Harbinger.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

A Mermaid's Love (Yandere!Human! Female!Primarina x Trainer! Reader)

Pokemon Primarina GIFfrom Pokemon GIFs

I want to make this perfectly clear, the Primarina is a Pokehuman! I do not feel comfortable writing romantic content for full Pokémon I will write platonic content for them though. This has both a platonic and romantic route to it.

• You grew up as a part of the Seafolk Village spending most of your young life on the ocean.

• One day however you fall off the boat while watching the Mantyke swim and almost drown, when a small blue figure grabs your thrashing body and brings it to the surface.

• You wake up to make contact with a Popplio looking down worried at you. Who's Popplio is it? There's no way its wild! Your parents come rushing over to the beach as they docked their boat. You explain that a Popplio saved you, only for the little seal Pokémon to disappear.

• Your parents no longer feel it safe for you to be a part of the Seafolk Village, so they move to the mainland. However, you secretly sneak out at night to play with the Popplio you befriended. The two of you have a grand time and she even teaches you to swim.

• When you turn ten you receive your first Pokémon a cute little Rowlet, the little owl becomes your constant companion on your new adventures. You decide to complete the island challenge and explore Alola. In this time, you forget all about the beach and the friend who waited for you every day.

• You come back home a fully grown adult and a well-known trainer who is respected for your kind and humble nature. You and your Decidueye decide to relax in your hometown before going on to explore other regions of your world.

• However strange events occur that turn many Pokémon into humans. They still retain their powers as a Pokémon but now are able to interact with humans better. Your Decidueye was thrilled to find out he could talk to you, and it only made the two of you closer.

• One night during a beach barbecue hosted by your parent to celebrate your return, you wander down the beach for some alone time. You never got into training Pokémon for fame so everyone's attention on you was a little draining.

• Your silence is broken as you hear a beautiful soprano voice singing in the distance. You feel compelled to find the source and follow the melody, humming to yourself a bit.

• You see a figure sitting on the rocks and bathing in the moonlight while singing to her heart's content. It was a wild Primarina, a pokehuman too. This was so rare! You never had a water Pokémon before, so you decide to catch her. Stealthily you sneak up with an ultra-ball in hand, hoping to catch her by surprise. The Primarina hears you and turns around, crap she can see you. She chuckles before saying "If you wanted to catch me all you had to do was ask."

• You now had a powerful Primarina on your team, life couldn't be any better. She got on with you right away obeying your every order and soaking up your praise. The same could not be said for your other Pokémon. In fact, she went out of her way to show disapproval for your entire team. Most of it directed at your beloved partner Decidueye. You confront her after she makes your Togedemaru cry.

• "Primarina, if you're going to be a member of my team, you have to get along with everyone, including the other Pokémon." Primarina scoffs before tossing her blue hair. "How can I be expected to work with such weaklings who can't even beat me with type advantage. You deserve so much better my melody."

• You give Primarina the benefit of the doubt and allow her to stay even when she butts heads with your Decidueye, and picks fights with your other Pokémon. You get fed up with how miserable she's making everybody and decide to release her.

• You take Primarina on a stroll as she hums sweetly to herself, happy to have her song all to herself. When you left with no warning she thought it was because she was a weak Popplio and got stronger than most Primarina are supposed to be. Now it all paid off as you came back to her and let her be yours. All she had to do is convince you to get rid of the others and she will be able to have you with no interruptions.

• "My melody you always are so thoughtful, thank you for taking me to my favorite spot." You grimace as she happily splashes about and tugs at your ankles for you to join. You take a deep breath; this won't be easy. "Primarina, there's something I need to tell you."

Primarina is practically glowing with heart eyes her heart beating in her chest frantically. Was this the moment you would confess your love for her? Oh she was so happy, her precious friend cared for her! "...Which is why I have to release you."

She was no ice type, Primarina felt something in her shatter. Clearly this was some mistake, a bad dream, a prank. Her melodious voice sounded like a scratchy record as deep sadness threatened to swallow her whole. "You know I don't like when you make jokes like that my song."

"I'm not joking Primarina, while I love you I can't jeopardize the rest of my team. You and Decidueye are pokehumans which makes you stronger than my regular Pokemon. I need to think about the team."

Primarina doesn't hear you after you declared you 'loved her', so all of her hard work paid off. No matter what you say or do this delusional pokehuman will believe you are putting on a facade to hide your love for her.

If her love is purely platonic you might have an easier time convincing her to calm down. However, if you're her romantic interest, nothing will save you from being kidnapped. Regardless your Decidueye will come out of his pokeball to protect you from the frantic water-fairy type.

While Decidueye tries to fight Primarina he yells for you to leave. However your loyalty to your long time friend is what dooms Decidueye. This battle Primarina isn't playing fair as she pulls out ice moves against the grass Pokemon. While determined Decidueye faints causing Primarina to tut.

"My song you choose this weakling over me, I could kill him right now." Primarina holds a sharp icicle to your other Pokemon's throat, you now had to give into the water pokemon's terms.

Leaving your friends and family behind was a hard choice yet you knew it was the right one. Primarina escaped with you in her grasp only after a bystander finds your injured pokemon. Now you were all Primarina's and she wasn't planning on letting you go.

"My one true song, let us venture to a new region where no one will bother the two of us. I know you're sad but it's better we're together."

[luluhtk]

I need Kevin to realise that he can heal and that he isn't doomed to being stuck in his trauma forever, I want him to build a life outside of the raven influence (including Thea, so loyal to her former team...) I think seeing Jean's recovery will show him that it's possible, that they aren't forever broken by the abuse they suffered. But on the other hand, I think he'll try to say something like: "well, jean has been with the ravens less years than me and not since he was so little like me. So maybe he can have a normal life, but I can't because they got me in the raven mechanism when I was a little kid so I can't change how my brain works now." :(

"We are what they made us, it is unavoidable." Maybe that could also make him think that the only romantic relationships he can have are with ravens? Thea is a former raven, but she shows that she still considers herself as one and represents the "once a raven, always a raven." That's another reason why I believe they'll eventually break up, even if Nora initially said in the extra content that they would stay together (but I remember reading a few days ago that she said that she wasn't afraid of changing some canon content? Specially when that extra content isn't in the books so not everyone knows of it)

I want him to have a happy ending and I really hope Nora gives us more of him :( maybe I'm too hopeful, but I really believe we'll have another book focused on him🙏🏻🥺 I don't think she'll just leave him miserable for the rest of his life, taking in consideration how she likes to show healing in the main characters (in their own ways and with some remaining struggles)

[extremely-judgemental]

This is the last time I talk about Elain (hopefully!). I honestly don’t understand where you’re getting the idea that she is sweet. Elain is polite, like ‘my neighbour is nice to me’ sort of way. That doesn’t warrant how everyone puts her on a pedestal.

Her actions are mostly glossed over as self-preservation, but that doesn’t seem right to describe her behaviour either. At least, not in a sympathetic way. I'm sure there’s going to be an overload of trauma to justify this, because how can SJM’s heroines have mere mediocre problems when they can be abused or have lost a loved one?

I digress. Ever since Nesta’s grooming came to light, the same is assumed about Elain—that she’s groomed to be ‘nice’. That’s not entirely true. Their mother and grandmother focus on Nesta because getting the eldest married well will bring more prospects for the other two. In their mother’s words, Elain needn’t worry because she is a born beauty, and so she is not trained in courtliness or politics. And, Feyre has enough liberty to lock herself in their father’s office. As a middle child, Elain chooses the ‘nice’ mask because it’s what gets her attention in a family full of stubborn heads—her mother, her grandmother, her sisters.

During their poverty years, even if she could do chores, it’s hard to believe Nesta let her given how much she coddles Elain. And, Feyre treats her like a fragile doll. Elain essentially enjoys the best of both worlds like her father without contributing much to the family. She benefits heavily from her sisters’ animosity against each other—she’s the kind one while the other is the bitch. She’s also quick to secure a marriage alliance right after they regain their wealth. This isn’t to say it wasn’t out of love, but the plot is set in somewhat medieval times, where the order in which the sisters marry is crucial—Elain already wed before the eldest leaves a mark on Nesta’s reputation, making it difficult for her to find suitors.

Elain goes her entire life without being blamed or hated by her family, or even the IC. To have gone through all those struggles, having done literally nothing, and still cherished by everyone? Kindness doesn’t buy you that kind of a pass. It’s not her fault that everyone puts her first, but it’s the result of the image she actively cultivates to achieve her means.

This is why the paintbrushes don’t hold much value either. She doesn’t make Feyre’s life easier or take away some of the burdens, but gives her presents and everything is okay between them? This comes off like love-bombing to me—making Feyre feel special so that Elain isn’t the villain. Which worked, as Nesta is the one called ungrateful. When you’re struggling and someone offers you a bit of joy and relief, it is impactful, and Elain’s gesture could have been that if she had contributed to the family. But now, it comes off as manipulation.

And here’s my issue with her betrayal in Silver Flames. No one gives two fucks about what she thinks is best for Nesta. The IC won’t sit around and wait till she’s convinced. If she decides to lock herself in her room and cry again, only Feyre might care a little. Until then, she’s never included in any major decisions and she’s too perceptive to not notice this. She doesn’t even have to side with Nesta, but to pack her things to send her away?

She even goes on to throw in a ‘you don’t have to be miserable’ when Nesta is being imprisoned with a man. Imagine Elain trapped with Lucien to get her out of her funk. Feyre violated Lucien’s mind when he asked for a few minutes alone with her. They were chaperoned by the entire family for one simple tea. Clearly, Elain is not so stupid as to not know what she’s implying. She lets Nesta suffer not out of self-preservation but because she, like Feyre, believes Nesta is hopeless.

Later, she manipulates Nesta into scrying and insults her in front of everyone who hates her. She blames her ‘invisibility’—she crafted for herself—on others. It isn’t about her owning her life, because she could have done the scrying right away without that conversation with Nesta. And it’s not about protecting herself from the IC. Her outburst felt more like her resentment, that she couldn’t handle losing her shield.

There are many who want Elain to stand up to the IC, but the thing is, she has no reason to. When none of her actions are held against her, what would she fight for? The IC’s behaviour is borderline psychotic with Nesta to prove she wouldn’t be welcomed into the family unless she becomes reputable enough to be Feyre’s sister and Cassian’s mate. In Elain’s case, she is already forgiven and accepted.

Though it still falls under the broad term, her self-preservation carries heavy undertones of selfishness and manipulation. It is not even a survival response triggered under pressure. Most of her life, Elain never has to make big choices. She always gets what she wants without lifting a finger. No responsibility at home, more attention from family, the only one to receive her father’s love, her engagement to Graysen, going to Graysen for help, being left alone during the battles, having her own gardens in Velaris, learning to cook, leading a simple life, to be away from Lucien, pursuing Azriel. When exactly is she ever denied in the first place to preserve her happiness?

Also, Elain is definitely not a helpless doe. She is an opportunist. Her ‘kindness’ is a mask to escape scrutiny from others when she neglects her responsibilities. It serves her too since ‘Elain is Elain’.

And that’s fine because these flaws add layers to her character and there’s room for growth. But when the narrative ignores them and paints her as an angel because it supports the glorified hero, that is wrong. We see it happen with Feyre, Rhysand, and the Inner Circle. Elain is underdeveloped, yet she shows prominent traits at major plot points and still is considered ‘sweet’. At this rate, she’s just going to be another bland cutout who can never do anything wrong and is universally loved (like Feyre).

On the other hand, all this masking, the cunning, and the pettiness are great agents for her obvious future bonding with Rhysand who is quite similar. But her true nature has to be acknowledged first, which is clearly not happening in the narrative or the fandom.

There are obvious issues to be resolved in Elain’s character—shedding these traits and loving others without exploitation—but the focus will be on what SJM deems worthy for her plot. Elain went from being content to staying in the background, tending to her gardens, and creating beauty to wanting to step out of her sisters’ shadows. Though she never gave that vibe, it will be shoved down our throats because these leads need to be badasses. At this point, she has more chances of turning into another Feyre with her ‘coming out of the shell’ journey because that’s the only way women can grow in this series. I don’t like Elain the way I don’t like Feyre, Rhysand, or Cassian. She is, and will likely never be, held accountable for anything she does. Nesta has self-awareness, her flaws are portrayed as such, and she makes amends for her mistakes because that allows Feyre to be right again. But what reason does Elain have to be better when she hasn’t done anything wrong until now?

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i'm just gonna leave a link cause i can't recap the whole thing, you can break it down cause i can't submit urls here ( evilduckling / 142855439146 / how-can-you-say-youre-an-ugly-duckiling-and-ship? source=share

I love sources! Here's the link:

I actually started reading this going “Ok, this is fine. I get it. I didn’t start shipping CaptainSwan either until I saw the change beginning in Killian Jones. And they acknowledge Regina is a villain like Hook is.”

However, I ended up going “oh, there it is, there’s the delusion!” And things went downhill from there!

“Because EMMA is my favourite character and i ship her with who ever makes her happiest. Right now that means i am most definitely anti captain swan and pro swan queen.”

But there was never a moment when Regina made Emma happier. In fact, there is not one scene of them being happy together because they are together (friendship wise- this doesn't even exist). Henry, Snow, David and Killian have all made Emma happy. There's more evidence of Emma being happy in her friendship with Elsa than Regina.

Regina was busy treating Emma like complete garbage all of Season 4 and even into Season 5. Which if you want to fanon up a happy SQ friendship … be my guest… but don’t pretend like this isn’t a bias showing through. Because it’s just canonically incorrect.

Killian Jones makes her the happiest.

“Why wouldnt i ship my favourite character with the woman knew Emma’s biggest regret was leaving henry and worked to make sure that regret never happened? Why wouldn’t i ship my favourite character with the woman who gave her the life she always wanted?”

If we’re acknowledging that their friendship has taken a turn at this point (canonically we're told this, I disagree with how it was written but it is canon) and we’re not calling S1-2 abuse signs of true love… OK we can be friends.

I disagree that Regina is doing any of this for Emma but I can acknowledge that this person’s perspective on this scene is legitimate.

I personally believe it was all for Henry and Regina loved self-pity so she got to turn herself into a victim (just look how she makes everything about her, the S3 curse, losing Henry her pain was worse, her struggles are worse even though Emma was literally cursed with darkness, Emma's death visions were about her etc etc). Or maybe it just rubs me the wrong way because she can’t for one second recognize that she’s the reason Snow is separated from her daughter AGAIN and the show just completely destroyed Henry’s character by having him say everyone was better off cursed if it meant Regina wasn’t hurting.

Also, pretty sure everyone, including Killian, knows that giving up Henry is Emma’s biggest regret. This isn’t rocket science or something that’s special to Regina.

“Why wouldn’t i ship my favourite character with the woman who gave her her happy ending?”

Except she didn't actually succeed. Emma was miserable and about to marry a monkey.

“How dare i ship my favourite character with this person. I obviously hate emma swan so much. How dare i ship emma with someone who constantly saves her, believes in her and is literally in hell for her? “

That is canonically not true. Regina doesn’t believe in Emma. Unless it's convenient for her to say so because she wants something. They use the scene where Regina wants Emma to save Robin from the wraith as an example but they leave off the part where Regina accuses Emma of being the cause.

And I would argue Regina isn’t in hell for Emma. Regina disappeared on Emma to save a horse and have a family reunion. She was there because all the real heroes were there. But again, if that’s the way you want to look at it fine.

But let’s not pretend that Killian Jones hasn’t done even more for Emma and it was because he truly loves her. He was the only one to never lose faith in her. And. He wasn’t doing it for hero status or for anyone else but Emma and her family.

This is also kind of a straw man argument on the part of Swen because the real issue is…. why would you ship Emma with a woman that constantly belittles her, puts her down, refuses to follow her lead… etc etc NEVER MIND all of the reasons that Regina is the reason Emma’s family was torn apart… a reason that Regina doesn’t regret.

The above post is specific to how they follow Emma's lead but you can find so much more information in my Regina Vs Killian and how they treat Emma series.

“Instead i should ship her with a man who has tried to kill emma just as many times - the last time being like 4 episodes ago???”

No, you don’t have to. But while you claim “just four episodes ago” there is an issue here because there’s a big detail being left out: Killian was consumed by darkness. Regina never was.

This blog owner refuses to accept this detail but more on that below.

Also, correction: Regina has still tried to kill Emma and her family more times than any other character. Killian, when consumed by darkness, was a conduit for the dark ones so he's actually never tried to kill Emma and her family. That is not something he would ever want. He does too much to help Emma stay with her parents for this to even be a thing so it's obvious this is all the darkness' doing. Regina tried multiple times before Emma was born, as she was being born, before the first curse is broken in S1 (Emma's brakes, framing Snow, the apple, the tart) and after the curse (teaming up with Cora, the well, the kill switch).

"Regina wasn’t responsible for Neal leaving emma in prison - that was August and Neal.”

No one disputes this? No one blames Regina for this. Granted, Regina’s decision to cast the curse put all of these character’s in these situations but the choices they make are their own.

“Regina wasn’t responsible for the mess between Lily and Emma - that was Snow and Charming’”

This is a swing and a miss. This isn’t anyone’s fault but Lily and Emma’s. Emma has her own agency (as much as any character can have). She’s responsible for her choices and her actions. Not really sure why this is a big deal though. This is typical growing up behavior. I've never used this as a weapon against SwanQueen because it just doesn't hold water. IMHO. There's stronger arguments against the friendship than this... like why are we discussing this point right now?

Oh because they need to point fingers away from Regina and onto anyone else just like their queen does. Can't have Regina taking responsibility for her decisions!

"Regina wasn’t responsible for August leaving Emma in the foster home - that was August (and i know he was a child but still)"

I’d argue this one is a little more grey because neither child would be there if not for Regina’s curse or those that conspired to get August into the tree thus preventing Snow from going…. but August is just a child. This is not his fault either. So I don’t think it’s fair. I don’t think this specific thing is Regina’s fault… what is Regina’s fault is the Charming family being torn apart.

“Regina cast a curse but it was Snow and Charming that put emma in the wardrobe - not Regina”

And here it is! The Regina Apologist in this Swen has arisen!

No, luv, it is still Regina’s fault. The Charmings had no choice because Regina didn’t give them a choice. Regina would’ve killed Emma and everyone would’ve been cursed for eternity.

“Remember this? It’s rumple being taunted by your precious Killian. See because of situations like these, where rumple was so powerless against other people - other men like Hook - that he takes  power wherever he can. Enter the dark one”

Sorry, luv, but no one forced Regina to cast the curse. She chose to do it. Her actions caused it. Therefore she is responsible for the curse.

"So let’s summarise - If killian hadnt made rumple feel so powerless, rumple wouldnt have become the dark one, wouldnt have lost his son,.."

We don’t know that for sure. And I disagree. Even if Killian hadn’t come along, Milah was destined to leave her coward of a husband who had shamed his family. Her unhappiness was there long before she met Killian. So I believe all of this still could’ve happened with or without Killian. I mean the reason Rumple took on the darkness was to save his son from the Ogre Wars. Last I checked, Killian didn’t cause those!

And even so Regina still chose to cast the curse. Therefore, she is responsible for her role that she played in it. Now is Rumple also culpable? Sure. He helped her, after all. But who’s out there saying that Rumple is a better choice for Emma? There’s probably like one person. So Rumple sharing in part of the blame is kind of irrelevant to the topic.

"Last person who tried to kill Emma’s family - Killian.  And before you say Gold isnt family - yes he is because quite literally in the next episode emma says “You’re henry’s grandfather. Like it or not that makes us family”

Correction: at the time this blog was written the last person to try and kill Emma’s family was the Dark Ones.

And this person is seriously trying to use a line from S2 to justify this when Gold has betrayed them multiple times since including the end of S5 and S6? Yes, Emma says this as justification for helping him during S2. After all, family means a lot to Emma and I think she was trying to help Gold turn a page.

But let’s not pretend that any of them had any real affection for Gold after his multiple betrayals. Emma was ready to take him down in S5 and S6 when he stood in the way of her true love. So. That argument is so disingenuous. It's a perfect example of reaching so far you make a fool out of yourself.

And technically Gold is the last person to have tried to kill Emma’s family by the end of the series. This blog was written prior to the ending of S5 so I’ll let this slide.

"And Hook being the dark one does count as the only thing that can control a dark one is excalibur/dagger and Hook was not being controlled by anyone. This was most definetely hook being an ass and nothing else."

And here comes the Regina Apologist again trying to deny the dark curse. It was not “Hook being an ass and nothing else” like please do not pretend like we didn’t see a complete change in him when the darkness took over! Because we did.

Also, Season 5 tells us repeatedly that those cursed with the darkness become someone else entirely. I've already covered this here:

And this one goes even further into how the darkness controlled even Emma for a hot second:

So the fact that they refuse to accept or acknowledge canon is why we can’t be friends. Because they use their fanon and complete disregard for canon as a weapon against us.

If they had just stuck to saying "yeah I ship Emma and Regina post S3 because Regina is on Team Hero now" and said nothing else... we wouldn't be here right now.

" - is the reason for emma’s darkness" (aka her saving Killian)

Not by any fault of his own. He begged her not to!

It was Regina Mills that begged Emma to risk becoming a full on dark one to save her handbag!

See, I don't know how you can ship SwanQueen when Regina is clearly willing to sacrifice Emma for her handbag and Emma is clearly fighting for her true love Killian Jones... and it's Killian Jones putting Emma first while Regina is still thinking of only herself.

"Pretty sure Regina’s been the one fighting for Emma’s light harder than anyone"

Incorrect! Evidence is in how they each treated Dark Swan and how they treated the Dagger.

It was Killian that faced the Wicked Witch to get to Emma. It was Killian that believed in her enough not to control her with the dagger. It was Killian that helped Emma light the flame. It was Killian that ultimately fought the darkness and restored Emma’s light.

"is awful to emma’s son?"

Killian: "Riveting tale, Snow likes oatmeal. Is my morning breakfast in there too? Henry I thought you were gonna use your author powers to get us to defeat Hades."

And there we have it. Ignoring S1-2 and picking ONE LINE out to try and say Killian was awful to Henry. Oh you would not win this argument with me, luv. You would lose and lose horribly.

Regina Mills abused Henry for the first ten years of his life and was not that great of a mother in later seasons either. That alone trumps one frustrated line from Killian Jones who was worried for everyone's safety when they'd all come there to help save him.

And even with the first ten years of abuse, we have these present day moments where Regina was just awful to Henry:

[witchlingcirce]

see i just don’t consider anything in tlh universe (including bonus content) canon im sorry 😭 like not only does the main trilogy feel completely alienated from established tsc cc pretty much retconned the whole family tree lol and i don’t buy the whole it was planned excuse lmao

I actually think this sentiment is shared by a lot of the TSC fandom! Which coming online and seeing that was a really big surprise to me as i remember CHOG and CHOI being very well received in the YouTube fandom.

I think the reason it feels very alienating from TSC is just from the fact that this series don’t really lead into anything. Like TID came out alongside the last three tmi books and Tessa & Jem (+mentions of Will throughout the books) Cassandra actually had the time to integrate these characters into the story which make it more impactful, TLH didn’t really get this privilege since it came out a lot later than the other books: So Cassie didn’t really get this opportunity in the main books. I mean she definitely did it in SOBH and also in the change from the LOS ARC to the published copy when the engraving said “MF + LH” to “JB + LH) 🤷🏻‍♀️. I don’t necessarily think this is a fault of the series but I think that’s probably the reason why some people feel disconnected to it alongside the other books.

I DO however thing TWP will have more TLH references and definitely parallels! Livvy + Jesse definitely parallel each other. Not to mention the fact that TWP’s overall villain is Lucifer and TLH’s was Belial, I’m sure we will get mentions of such from Jem or Tessa. Not to mention that ONE snippet of Jem saying Ty looks like Jesse… so I feel like TWP probably having more references to tlh might make it feel more cohesive with the series to the audience!

This is off topic from what you’re saying anon but I think the way CHOT changed how people perceived the entire series is crazy to me. Like it went from being decently well liked to being verryyyy disliked! I’m still someone who personally doesn’t like CHOT but I reread CHOG and CHOI in February and I forgot how much I enjoy those books, especially Jordelia + Matthew!

Now onto the family tree: I could talk about this retcon for hours. Tlh is a series Cassandra had been planning for many many many years. Now I’m no TSC timeline expert but I think she started to mention plans for TLH around 2015? So it was definitely a series Cassandra had planned for a long long while. I think the family tree was something that Cassandra regretted… deeply, I think mostly because it’s not wise to ‘release’ a whole plan for a series you haven’t necessarily started writing.

I don’t really mind that she retconned the family tree, I think she would have wrote herself into a circle and been miserable. I actually think letting herself not be tied down to said family tree probably freed her ALOT, lol. My only problem with the family tree (AND I WAS TELLING MY MOOTIE ABT THE OTHER DAY) is the random younger kids 😭😭 like why is everyone 13 years older than there siblings… why is Charlotte pregnant with twins at 48??? Like can we please be serious?😭😭

So yeah Anon, I get what your saying. I’ll be totally honest that TLH is not my favourite series either but I do enjoy it. I do however think that instead of debating whether how good or bad TLH is, we should all put this energy into hating Jesse blackthorn, than we can become a real united front

[cursedtrans]

Don and her Identities

So there's a lot of theories and whatnot rolling around about what the reveal means, what it means for Don's character, and what it can mean for the future. But I'd like to take a lens back and see how it changes something fundamental to Don, because every sinner has identities, but none of them are as...drastically affected by what their Canto reveals as Don.

Spoilers under Cut

From here on out I'm referring to "Don Quixote?" as Bloodon for short. Also read @thelordofhats post about Murder on the W Express as I think they have a lot of good thoughts about Bloodon and the event in general.

Bloodon is present in the mirror worlds. We know that from Don having Rocinante in every one of them, including more armored groups like Hammer Und Nagel and T Corp. Wouldn't make sense for her to keep them otherwise. However Bloodon doesn't seem to change a lot about how we view the identities, but I'd like to posit that she makes a world of a difference in understanding Don's position in the world and why she is where she is in mirror worlds. Because there's something VERY specific that seems to clash ALL OTHER MIRROR WORLD DONS from LIMBUS DON. Rule following. In almost every other identity, Don is seen following the rules of some wing or finger or even the head itself as a general fixer. The most notable thing to point to is she isn't a part of the group most against rules, the TLA, unlike fellow problem children Ishy and Heath. We never see a "Kurokumo Hong Lu" situation where she's called out for bending or breaking the rules of those she works under. This is all despite her constantly doing it under Limbus Company (at least until Vergilius tells her to back off) Why is this? I believe it has to do with Bloodon's priorities when it comes to the Don we know and love.

First and foremost, keep her alive.

We've yet to see a sinner's backstory specifically call out Dante like this. Almost as if Dante was part of the contract for Don Quixote. It wouldn't make sense for her to say they were promised. Why Dante was part of the contract is important is up to interpretation. It's possible there's something more, that Bloodon is more aware of the stars like Demian, she wants Don to completely override her, or she is simply scared of death. Either way, she needs to live for long enough to see some change for herself and Don. Thus, she needs both of them alive, hence her primary goal being that.

Secondly, she wants happiness. Lust isn't her base ego's affinity for now reason. It's likely a core part of both Don and Bloodon. If Bloodon is miserable, then it's likely she wants to help herself out of that pit somehow. Likely by making her other self happy in ANY way.

We can see this manifest throughout the mirror worlds and how Bloodon is trying across them. In each world, Don has something she can say she is happy about. Let's go over a few key ones and the way the two rules interact.

W Don! Everyone's favorite depressed and OP don. Bloodon likely setup Don's role in W Corp because of her love of the Warp Trains and the company itself. It seems like a slam dunk. Secure meal everyday, safety being a employee of a wing, and Don is happy! But when Don learns the truth, she becomes far less happy about her position. However, leaving her job is extraordinarily dangerous, if not lethal outright. To leave her Wing means death for a mere fraction of a chance of finding more happiness. Aside from her second uptie chat, she is also quite happy in all of her voicelines, and we don't really get to see how she evolves and adapts to the reality of her otherwise comfy job. It's a bit rough, but Bloodon has to keep her alive, and being a W employee is a pretty safe gig (up until something goes wrong :)

The above mentality also applies well with T Corp and Shi. While Shi is a bit less safe, she's still a director of a numbered Fixer association. She's still fairly comfy, and most of her angst comes from her subordinates suffering and having to take the lives of random individuals (something she also suffers with in T Corp).

As for ones where everything aligns, we have plenty of examples of that. Middle, Lantern, and N Corp Don all are examples of Don being perfectly happy regardless of the morality or duties her job entails, as long as it's presented to her fantasies well. However, all of them still have her following some kind of rules, whether it be the Middle's or the Corps. It's very possible a Don without a leash in the form of Bloodon informing things could very easily fuck it up, and even if Don gets her dream job as a Cing director, she still can't save everyone she wants.

All of these identities illustrate the point that Don can't have it all. Risking her life for civilians means putting her neck on the line, and it's something Bloodon in the mirror worlds isn't setting up for her.

However, it's something Limbus Company can help her with. She can achieve her dreams of being a genuine hero in Limbus Company, because Limbus Company has solved many a problem for many a person. They've saved countless lives from the Time Ripper, helped resolve the distortion that is Papa Bongy, and slain the Pallid Whale. She can be the hero she dreams of...as long as she has enough power.

Consistently, Don has been shown that she can't make it in time or have enough power to save those she wants. We see it most prominently in her desire to save Pilot's crew, where the very laws of the ocean dictate that she did not make it in time. We also see it far more clearly the 'lacking' power in the Warp express.

She so badly WANTS to fix things. She's willing to sacrifice a thousand times over to make sure villains die and the innocent survive. But in this instance, and many others, she can't.

But someone else did. Bloodon was able to salvage the situation Don couldn't. And that's what I think Canto VII will be about.

The fact that, in order for Don to be consistently happy, she needs help to fight the fights she doesn't have a hope of winning. The fact that, in order for Don to build her future, Bloodon has to face the fears that her powers are a part of them both. Afterall, who ate that Warp employee hiding in the secret compartment?

[amore-reads16]

Liam Mairi x fem reader

Overview- Liam and Y/N have been spending a lot of time together over the past few months and feelings between the pair have developed deeply however there is a betrayal under the surface that is uncovered leaving only heart break behind.

Note- okay so this is and idea that came to me and is meant to be like the turning point of an enemies to lovers story where the protagonist has been betrayed and finds out so mainly the feelings of hurt and betrayal. So yeah have fun with that one if you can! Also listening to I love you I’m sorry by Gracie Abrams might set the tone…

Liam had been missing from dinner which was strange as he always made time to sit next to you even if it was to talk about trivial things. Even though you had only begun properly getting to know each other five months ago there had not been one day where you had not seen to him, spoken to him, laughed with him and for the last few months exchanged and sneaked kisses in the hallway away from prying eyes. So for Liam to be missing from your side tonight was beyond weird. In fact he always was by your side you suddenly thought. Strange how one person can go from not knowing another to being completely and utterly consumed by them. It was a feeling you had tried not to become dependant on but the strange feeling in your stomach told you that you had failed miserably at that task.

After finishing dinner and having seen everyone else, including your friends and brother leave, you knew something wasn’t right. Something was out of place. It wasn’t just Liam missing from dinner you had observed. His friends had also been absent including Xeden Riorson, which yes was nothing new, but tonight was different- they were all gone. Finally picking yourself up from the bench you had been sitting at hopefully and wistfully waiting for the blond haired, bright eyed boy to stroll by in the cocky, childish way he usually did, you quietly exit to dining room.

Wrapped up in your thoughts you suddenly realise that your body has taken you to the outskirts of the building to a small garden that Liam often took you to- a place he called his ‘secret little spot, away from nosey people’. However it must not be that secret you think as you catch a glimpse of five hooded figures, some in incredibly tall and one shorter signalling a mix of men and women within the group. Using the stealth you have fostered from years of sneaking around your family home as a child, you creep around the corner within earshot of the group hiding in the dark shadows the crevice provided, curiosity taking over your mind. The voices are muffled of course, but there is one distinctive boyish voice that stands out. A voice that often soothed you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear now sounded serious, concerned and ultimately regretful.

“She’s different to what you think Xaden” so Xaden is one of the hooded figures, you think, makes sense.

“Liam, I couldn’t care less if she is an angel sent from the heavens herself- she’s dangerous. To us. To everything we’ve been working for.” Xaden replies. Who is she?

“So what? We just kill her? She’s innocent Xaden” Liam responds angrily. That tone is a tone you have only heard a couple of times. Never directed at you of course unless you do something stupid that puts you in harms way. Istead that tone is used towards people that disrespect you, sexualise you, try to hurt you.

Xaden tuts and lets out a short breath “don’t tell me Mairi that you’ve actually fallen for this girl.” Suddenly the identity of this girl is becoming clearer unless Liam has been cheating on you, which would be extremely out of character, this mystery girl the cloaked figures have gathered to discuss is indeed you.

Liam pauses for a long moment before answering and you swear you can hear your heart beat in your chest so loudly it will give your identity away. “No. Of course not” he eventually replies.

Heart ache consumes your body. Although you have never told Liam you love him and he has never uttered those three words to you, you have felt it. You have felt how much you love him and in return how much he loves you. And that had been enough for you. But now hearing him deny the affection you was sure he felt, your heart felt like it had been crushed under your own dragon’s foot.

“Her signet is just as dangerous as Aetos’. She is a valuable weapon for them, one they will never let go. Liam you know who her parents are. Her dad cut half of us down during the rebellion and her mother was the greatest healer of all time and it seems she is set to follow in her foot steps. Are you sure her signet is healing?” Xaden asks

“Yes. I have seen it. It is impressive but not at its full potential yet. She told me that she has been advised that is will manifest even deeper and only grow stronger. With the right training she will be able to heal a body that is on the brink of death” Liam says in a quieter voice then he used before- he almost sounds defeated you think as you refuse the sudden urge to scoop him into your arms and comfort him. Comfort the man who has just betrayed you and your secret. The man who has just signed your death sentence.

“She can’t ever expand her powers. It is too dangerous to have her running around healing everyone we try and take down. We will never win when the number of us decreases and theirs stay the same” another voice speaks and you immediately recognise it as Imogen’s. She has always hated you. You have always been able to sense it, see it in her eyes. Not that you blame her. Your dad killed a significant number of their people before he was killed himself, and your mother did nothing to help. She could have healed them all but yet she didn’t and kept on healing the men and women on the other ‘right side’ of the rebellion as your father used to quote to you.

“Liam you need to gather more information from her before we take her down. We need to know more about Aetos. They are still training together?” Garrick asks. So this is where they all were you think, instead of eating pie they were plotting your downfall. Liam was plotting your downfall. Betrayal curses down your spine. The heart break that had initially struck you has now been transformed into anger. Pure loathing anger. You gave your heart to that boy, you have everything up for that boy, and he used you. For information, for knowledge, for the secret you were swore to protect but gave away so easily to a pretty smile and twinkling eyes. Pathetic. You have been pathetic. But no longer you think.

“Yes they train every-“ he begins but you have had enough. Even if it gets you killed you cannot bear to sit here in the shadows, like a coward, another moment longer. Standing up Xaden immediately notices the movement.

“Shit. Shut up” he commands

“No need” you reply “I’ve heard everything” you emerge from the shadows that just before kept you hidden in your heart break. The anger you feel in this moment is a feeling you think you will never forget. To have loved someone and then been stabbed in the back by the same hands that held you at night. To have trusted in someone so profoundly only for your trust to have been built on lies and deceit. To have sacrificed your families beliefs, honour and status only to have them proven right and you painted as the naive love struck girl. It was sickening. It was transforming. Love turned into a bitter gall of hatred.

Storming up to the group, dagger in your hand, the faces of the cloaked figures run towards you but you can only focus on Liam’s surprised, hurt eyes. His mouth is agape and he somehow despite his betrayal looks guilt stricken. “Y/N please, I can explain” he pleads with his hands but you are not giving in.

“Keep your nerves quick one!” Rhella, your dragon encourages, as you focus on your movements ducking out of the way as Bodhi tries to restrain you followed by Imogen who you elbow swiftly in the windpipe chocking her causing her to fall to the floor gasping for breath. But that doesn’t matter as you have swiftly reached Liam and without hesitation you raise your dagger to his throat. Your breath is heavy. Your eyes are wild with anger. Your breath is ragged.

“Please let me explain Y/N” Liam says again

“NO!” You yell back and press the dagger harder drawing the slightest bit of blood. Perhaps you might have drawn more if it hadn’t been for Xaden’s shadows flinging the dagger from your fingers and Garrick restraining you whilst the others watch in shock.

Squirming in Garrick’s arms you try and wriggle free but it is no use, he has both your arms locked, and you suddenly begin debating if these will be your last moments on earth.

“Jesus Christ you came out of no where” Bodhi mutters helping a still winded Imogen up who has already set a deadly glare on you. Not that you care. She is the least of your concerns at the moment.

“Fuck” Xaden mutters as he places a hand on his head and begins to pace as if thinking very deeply.

“Let me go you fucker” you yell at Garrick.

“Shut your mouth” Xaden storms over to you grabbing your chin in his strong hand causing your mouth to shut immediately as he commanded.

“Xaden” Liam interrupts in a harsh tone almost as if he is warning him.

“Liam I think it’s best you leave” Xaden says in a low deadly voice making you shudder.

“No” Liam bluntly says causing Xaden to turn around still holding your chin strongly. “I mean- no I’m not leaving you to kill her in the middle of the bloody school. Do you know what kind of message that will send? They will know it was one of us or at least blame us for ease. We are done if you kill her now and you know it.” He says convincingly but the way Liam just coldly bargained for your survival without any compassion for you or your life causes a tear to roll down your face. He want a you alive to save their own treacherous necks. Not because he loves you and can’t bear to be in the world without you. Fucker.

“Well what do I do with her now then Liam ? She knows too much” Xaden says

Liam sighs and groans “just- just all of you go and leave her with me I can talk to her, make sure she keeps this a secret.”

Imogen lets out a shrill strangled laugh “and HOW are you going to do that Mairi? She won’t trust a word you fucking say now”

You let out a grunt in agreement to that statement causing all eyes to fall back on you. Usually Liam’s eyes are the only ones you meet however the darkness in Xaden’s are hard to look away from in this moment. He wants you dead, that much is clear, and you aren’t sure he is going to let you leave this garden without claiming your life.

“I’m going to talk to her Imogen. We clearly can’t kill her now” we is the word that stabs you “so we will have to keep her alive and on our side” Liam angrily explains finally walking forward to where you stand putting his body only a few inches from yours where Xaden still stands manhandling you. “Let her go” he tells Xaden. Xaden looks reluctant but lets go. The relief to have his strong hands off you is unmatched, and you are sure your jaw will be deeply bruised from the strength of his grip.

“Leave everyone” Xaden commands and although the rest seem reluctant to go they do. Clearly Xaden is their leader. Now only Liam, Xaden and Garrick, who is still restraining you, remains.

“Listen and listen closely” Xaden whispers “you will not utter a word of this to anyone. You will not let anyone know we are aware of your signet and you will not tell anyone what you saw or heard tonight” he explains blandly as if it was that simple.

“And if I do not comply” you practically spit at him.

“I will personally kill your brother. Jude is it? He seems sweet, naive much like you, but kind and caring. I will crush him with my shadows and rip his soul out of him” Xaden says- no hint of any emotion on his face making his words more haunting. “Do you understand me?”

Water swells in your eyes as you quickly spare a glance at Liam who looks mortified. How dare he? This is your life, your brother’s life that is at risk not his.

“Yes” you whisper.

“Yes what?” Xaden demands.

“Yes Riorson I understand and I will not utter a word to this to anyone” you reply.

“Brilliant-“

“On one condition” you add.

Xaden laughs but it is not humoured. It is bitter and hateful. “You aren’t exactly in the position to be making demands Y/LN” he grabs your chin again causing Liam to finally interfere somehow pushing his hand away.

“Enough Xaden” he says in a tone so demanding and sure it frightens you. “What is it you ask Y/N” Liam asks you.

You look into his eyes hoping to see some glimmer of what you used to see- love, admiration, respect. But there is only desperation. Desperation for you to not anger Xaden further.

“You must promise that you will not harm my brother nor me. You will let us both live despite whatever vendetta you unjustifiably have against me as an individual. I am not my family. I am my own person with the right to prove all of you fuckers wrong. Let me live and leave my brother be” you ask Xaden avoiding Liam’s penetrating gaze at all costs. To look into his eyes now would be to cry and look weak in front of the shadow lord in front of you- being weak will get you killed. So you keep your gaze strong, focused and unfaltering.

“Deal” Xaden agrees “but if you break this deal your brother will die and you will watch. Once you have processed your grief I will kill you also” he says plainly before signalling to Garrick to let you go which he does immediately.

“You have ten minutes then you both need to leave before we all get caught” Xaden says to Liam as him and Garrick turn around walking back inside not sparing you another glance, like you have now become worthless to them.

It is now just you and Liam. You and the backstabber. The silence is deafening and makes you want to cry. Liam sighs and attempts to reach for you but you step back wrapping your arms around your body as if to shelter yourself from anymore hurt he could inflict.

“Y/N” he says softly.

“Please Liam spare me your lies” you say, your voice raw and full of emotion.

“You don’t understand. I had to. Xaden needed the information and at first you didn’t mean anything to me but as time went on I started to like you and then I started to catch feelin-“

“Stop” you cut him off meeting his desperate gaze “don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare stand there and tell me that you felt anything for me whilst betraying me and lining me up like a pig to slaughter”

“I don’t want you dead!” He shouts “I never did! I- I- I love you for gods sake! I love you and don’t want you dead” he yells loudly.

You still. He has never said that to you. “It is amazing the lengths you will go to keep my mouth shut” you reply coldly “if you ever loved me you would have never have done this to me. Love shouldn’t include betrayal and you have betrayed me in the worst way possible.”

“You think I wanted this? Wanted to lie to you? To seduce you? To make you trust me? To fall hopelessly in love with you? I didn’t! But it happened and it’s real! I would have NEVER of let them kill you. You must know this” Liam sobs, he actually fucking sobs.

“I know nothing.” You say numbly “Infact that is a lie I do know this, I know that I now regret every moment spent with you, every word I spoke to you, every kiss I gave you, every night I let you have my body. I know that I hate you Liam and will never forgive you for this. I know that if you so much as look in my direction again I will not hesitate to kill you, consequences be damned. I know that I loved you and now I detest your existence” you deliver the lines with such confidence that you almost believe them yourself. Tears that you once shed have already dried on your face and your body feels heavy ready to collapse at any moment but you know you must stay strong.

“You don’t mean that” lean chocks out. Trying to come closer to you but you just step further away

“Get out of there quick one before you take back every word you have just said” Rhella warns and you heed.

“But I do” a hateful smile falls on your face “you fuck yourself Mairi” you say as you turn around ignoring Liam calling your name over and over. The last sound you hear his him sobbing and a thud that sounds a lot like a body collapsing to the floor as you speed walk to your room.

Making sure no one is lurking in the halls ready to rip you to shreds means it takes longer to get to your room but eventually you get there collapsing on the floor immediately as you shut the door. Your room still smells of him making it harder to breathe. Funny, you think, not only 24 hours ago the man you loved led in the bed in front of you and now that bed is empty alongside your heart. Only one thought manages to keep you going as you prepare for bed.

‘I will kill Liam Mairi if it is the last thing I fucking do’

[iwasbored777]

I was checking how long would Gwen stay in prison based on her case, if she got arrested, and it would be minimum 15-25 years (correct me if I'm wrong I learned this from Wikipedia).

But that's not the worst thing about this. Prison would be horrible for a 15-year-old girl but at least she has super strength so she can protect herself but God knows what sorts of shit she would go through in there. No one would treat her better, police already hates her, they would try to make her life as miserable as they can.

But I'm thinking about her life after prison if she survives there and if she doesn't take her own life after being betrayed by her own parent, but it's the outside world that scares me. Everyone would know she is/was Spider-Woman and everyone would know that she killed Peter and the worst part is that everyone already thinks she did that on purpose and that she wanted to do it. If she gets out she'd be a totally different person and no one would care about her. Where would she go? What would she do? She couldn't go to school, she spent most of her life in prison, her canon event is the death of her father and he would be long gone by the time she's out even if he still cared about her. Even if he changed his mind after putting her in prison she's still in there, everyone knows what she did and everyone hates her including Ben and May, and George can't just get her out of there and he's gonna die anyway, so she's on her own. She can't even be Spider-Woman again anywhere, everyone in the world knows who she is and I don't think she would want to be a hero again. Even if she could get a job who the hell would hire her?

So what would happen to her? Would this be her villain origin story? She'd be a thirty something or 40-year-old woman when she gets out and she has nothing.

So, even if it was a bad choice to join Spider Society it was 100% the best choice she had at the moment. Nothing can compare to what was about to happen to her if she stayed in her dimension. She couldn't run forever and she had nowhere to run either. The only way out of that was to go to another universe and live there. Thank heavens that she even had this choice.

[mayisgoingnuts]

OKAY. SHARING THE AU I CAME UP WITH ALONG WITH A FEW EDITS MSDNNS

As much as they're still a bit guillible/clueless about some stuff like not realizing that the Happy Fella was possessed sooner, their chaos is 100% ON PURPOSE. ALWAYS.

Skid had the amazing luck to get the chaotic and quite sadistic antics from his dad and Pump simply grew up without learning that other people's feelings matters, so once they met it was over to everyone basically. They're not 100% identical tho, while Pump's priority is to have fun and do whatever he wants, Skid's priority is to make other people's lives as miserable as possible

I made a few concepts of their relationships,, check them under the cut 😎👍

Skid and Lila are still pretty much the same for two reasons: he loves his mom and he wants her to believe that he's nothing but an angel. When he's infront of her he's also sweeter and calmer than the original Skid, and on that part is pretty much an act since he's naturally energetic and DEFINITELY not a sweetheart. When it comes to Skid's dad he also misses him, but as soon as he finds out that he's alive, Skid will have a big hatred for him for being fooled.

Pump and Susie does NOT get along ever and atleast for now they genuinely don't like each other. He's always bringing trouble, disobeying, pestering her and even talking shit about their parents for not being there, while Susie neglected him for a long time since she always preferred to lock herself and make art rather than spend time with her brother. Now with Mr. Wonder, he's pretty much clueless about their rivalry since they pretend to get along to not leave him worried; both loves him very much.

With Kevin it's "two kids bullying an adult", Pump treats him like shit and Skid likes to get him even more stressed. Kevin also actually hates them for those same reasons and even insult them back (which never ends well for him), but never has the guts to let them get hurt.

At first they just decided to avoid the Hatz since they're stronger than them, but once they found out that Roy had trouble with anger Skid convinced Pump to find a way to counterattack. They made found out where he lives and began to snitch on him regards a bunch of things (including when he beats them up) and now Roy is basically forced to not do SHIT unless he wants to be grounded or something. Ross and Robert defends the two from not being hit, not because they like them but to prevent Roy from getting in trouble with Carmen.

I LIKE THIS. IMMA DEVELOP THIS.

@merwynsartblog @luzxii @paperbagirlratlover @crossover-enthusiast (because it has the sillies) @goopymothsoda @royphobia @bulldog-geckorahhhhh @lynniezdoodles

[chaifootsteps]

if that leak is accurate that Stella and/or Andrealphus are going to die in the s2 finale, it's going to make parts of the fandom dogpiling on Octavia look even more ridiculous

like she just lost her mother and possibly her uncle because her father's affair partner (as far as she knows) just murdered one or both of them and she maybe also had to get involved herself by making the incredibly traumatic choice of saving her father's life from her mother/uncle by potentially hurting and killing them both

and she just discovered she has incredible magic powers which her father has not prepared her to use or handle at all

and to top it all off as far as she knows her father broke his promise not to leave her for Blitzo. like even if Viv goes the route of 'Stolas is kicked out of the palace as consequences for lending out his book', Stolas still bears responsibility for that. He did break his promise to be there for Via when he decided to risk his nobility and titles on sexually extorting someone with his grimoire (a grimoire that's also her inheritance) - he keeps talking about breaking demon law so he knew the risks. that'd be the same if he'd made the more sympathetic choice of having a business arrangement with Blitzo to loan him the book instead of exorting him for sex. and he could have avoided all of this if he'd tried to get Blitzo a crystal in the first place, since he knew full well they existed

and when Via's understandably upset by all of this Stolas doesn't validate any of those feelings but just tells her she 'doesn't understand' and he didn't leave her (presumably Viv is going to pull a 'Stolas tried to call but couldn't get through bcus Stella' to get Stolas out of this, despite all the stuff I mentioned with the book above being entirely his fault).

He tells her she's the best thing in his life but doesn't address any of the ways he's completely failed her - didn't stop having a monthly fling when he knew how upsetting she found it, didn't teach her enough magic if any magic at all, didn't take her away from Stella even though the situation was miserable for everyone involved, didn't explain the arranged marriage situation when she got old enough, didn't bother telling her Stella tried to assassinate him, didn't bother to beef up security to protect her while he was busy negging Blitzo, presumably got distracted again when Blitzo finally folds and gives him the love he wants, etc.

like objectively he's a terrible father even if Stella is worse, but the fandom thinks Via should just be able to switch off caring about Stella at the drop of a hat for Stolas' benefit, even though it's Stolas' fault she'd be attached to her mother because he chose to try and play house for 17 yrs

like supposing Stolas was around Via's age when they first had Via it's understandable he wouldn't know the perfect thing to do. but he was definitely an adult when she was around 5-7 years old and was presumably well aware Stella had been a nightmare for most of that time, yet he insisted the family stay together

it's such a huge lack of empathy and understanding of how abuse works that even if Via had some awareness that Stella is the worst, she'd probably still have mixed feelings about losing her mother. most children struggle to break off attachments with abusive parents because of the good times and because they still love them and want them to be the person they hoped

and Via is facing that exact issue with both Stolas and Stella. it's unreasonable to expect her to immediately be on Stolas' side if the fandom is also arguing he managed to hide what Stella was really like from her for so long - and how would she even know he's telling the truth if he does finally tell her? he's lied to her and let her down before and it'd be very convenient for him to blame Stella for everything (including lending out the book, which was completely his choice) - it's not uncommon for divorcing parents to demand their child's allegiance by throwing the other parent under the bus, after all

Those are all excellent points, and if it does pan out according to the leak, it's not going to matter a particle to this fandom. They're going to rip into that broken, hurt, grieving child like a swarm of lampreys.

[dovesdreaming]

Cassandra nova? Yes please!

Cassandra x reader, the void gives her plenty of minions and fodder for the destructive cloud that haunts the void but a having a friend is nice. They watch movies together, give the minions orders, decide how annoying heros die. Truly a great friendship.

Unusual friends

Hi thank you for your request!! I hope I did it justice <3

Warnings: none

Not proofread

You had been in the void a while, you wouldn’t like to imagine how many years you had been here now, far too many. You had been in the void long before a lot of people including Cassandra herself. You had been the one to first meet Cassandra, helping her adjust to the void. You bonded over a mutual hunger for power and then developed a deeper friendship.

You and her now ruled over the void together. When new drops of people came into the void your minions would chase them down and drop them off at the top of the ramp. This is where you and Cassandra had your fun. You of course were fair and gave everyone a choice, become yours and Cassandra’s slave for eternity or die. A lot of people chose slave and it bored you and Cassandra. You wanted to have some fun with them. So every now and then while Cassandra was intimidating them and reading their minds you would walk up to her, whispering in her ear that you’d like to play with the hero before they chose. She obviously let you, she could never turn you down it also amused her seeing how you easily overpowered everyone. Beating everyone black and blue til they were begging for relief in the form of death and Cassandra never turned down such an order so she flicked her fingers and snapped their necks. Cassandra mockingly said aloud “oops they didn’t get to have a choice. ..oh well”.

You and Cassandra had seen many hero’s and villains in all forms of variants. You had collected many pieces over the years from thors hammer to captain americas shield, one of your favourites was thanos’ gauntlet. You loved wearing it to the point that it became an in joke between you and Cassandra.

You and Cassandra watched over the void together, deciding who became the next meal for the cloud. You both enjoyed watching the people try to run for their lives and miserably failing every time, it always gave you both a good laugh. But there was more to your friendship than your shared sadistic tendencies, you found comfort within the void in each others presence. Neither of you had really had good friendships before but you were like a match made in heaven.

Cassandra had managed to get her hands on a tv that actually worked, it was a rare thing to find anything that remotely worked down here. This became yours and hers favourite past time, she used her powers to play movies and tv shows you knew from your old world. You always got excited to show her one of your favourite tv show/movie, always explaining in depth everything about it. She would just happily let you rant, never seeing you so excited before. You and her now shared many quotes from the things you watched while talking and while no one else may get it you and Cassandra always share a look that makes both of you burst out laughing.

You shared a true and honest friendship even if you did live in the void. You would never betray each other and trusted one another whole heartedly. You and Cassandra shared everything with each other, you had even allowed her in your mind. While your ways to have fun with each other seemed unusual to others neither of you cared. Your friendship didn’t rely on normal things like physical touch but you both understood each other in ways no one else ever could, your friendship would be one to last as long as you both live.

Thank you for reading!

[mushroom-words]

Can't Be Tamed || Wilhemina Venable

Fandom: American Horror Story Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem!Reader Words: 4889 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. It was originally two separate works that I've combined into one. Warnings: Public humiliation. Humiliation kink. Spanking. Brief caning. Female masturbation. Fem!receiving oral. Dom/Sub elements. Dom!Venable & Sub!Reader. Kind of dubious consent but it's made clear reader can stop it at any time. Orgasm control. Thigh riding. Dirty talk. Pet names. Venable switches between hard dom and soft dom. Summary: Ms. Venable has let you get away with mouthing off for too long now. She decides to make an example out of you.

MISERY LOVES COMPANY.

        A quick glance around gave you insight into the very same painting that had been hung for as long as you’d been there to study it. Pale faces drawn in fatigue and malnutrition. Victorian attire crafted in only the richest shades of purple and speckled by the plain clothes of grey worn by the counterparts. Hair styled more elaborately than was necessary in such a dystopia.

        Everyone looked like they were created from Grant Wood’s brush. They were all miserable, and in an eviscerated world where the mere concept of fun was just a bittersweet memory, not much was available to do anything about it.

        “It’s all just one great fucking power trip.” Eyes rolling, you rested your jaw on your hand as you sat at the table which had been assigned for dining only. You sighed and looked back to Coco, the young woman who had once been on her rise to fame on social media before her aspirations were bombed alongside the rest of the world. “She thinks she’s all high and mighty because she’s been put in charge of us. I mean, who’s to say these rules actually come from the Cooperative—whatever the hell that actually is?” you huffed.

        The woman slandered by your words was none other than the one you found most alluring in the most intimidating of ways. Wilhelmina Venable was supposedly the authority over Outpost 3, and she ruled with an iron fist—one that was wielded with an ornate cane which she was not afraid to use should she feel it necessary. She enforced the rules that her alleged bosses, a corporation known mysteriously as the Cooperative, mandated from all bunkers stationed amongst the remains of nuclear wasteland left in the wake of WWIII.

        Admittedly you found yourself drawn to the vixen almost immediately upon your introduction. It was all in the manner in which she held herself. She exuded nothing but confidence and dominance, the power of which could very well bring you to your knees before her. Her very voice made you wet more often than you’d care to admit—and that didn’t even include all the dreams you’d had of her since your arrival at the outpost.

        Coco dipped her head and murmured, “Please be quiet, (Y/N). You don’t want her to hear you.”

        “Oh, fuck it,” you sighed. “Let her hear me. What’s she gonna do, have me cannibalized for not liking her? She would be all alone here if she did that to every person who thought the same.”

        “Cannibalism would be too kind of a punishment for your insolence, Miss (Y/L/N).”

        The cold, domineering voice of the very dictator whose name you soured swept an anxious hush over the table. She did tend to have that effect on the survivors in the outpost. If there was any message that she conveyed, it was that she was not a woman to trifle with.

        You straightened your back and looked towards where she stood with her guards—The Fist and Ms. Mead—flanking her on either side. Her hard gaze locked on you. Already you felt the effects of her presence and pressed your thighs together under the table. You sucked in a silent breath as your pulse quickened.

        “Ms. Venable—”

        “Save your breath, Miss (Y/L/N),” she said coolly. “I think you have done enough talking.”

        Mr. Gallant cleared his throat beside you. “She was just talking, Ms. Venable. I don’t think—”

        Venable’s glare landed sharply on the former hairdresser. “Unless you wish to be punished alongside Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Gallant, your input is not necessary,” she said.

        He nodded and muttered an apology. You offered him a grateful glance for his attempt to defend you but quickly brought your focus back to Venable as she demanded it.

        “You seem to have forgotten your place.” She tipped her head upward to look down at you, making you feel small beneath her cold gaze. “Do yourself a favor and don’t make Ms. Mead bring you over to me herself.”

        Mouth dry, you pushed out a soft, “Yes, ma’am,” and stood slowly. You felt the nauseating pull of humiliation in the pit of your stomach as you came to stand in front of her, your head lowered to avoid catching the stares of your fellow survivors. Some, you noticed, conveyed sympathy. Others did not.

        She tapped her cane. “You are to look at me when I address you, Miss (Y/L/N).”

        You clutched at the sides of your gaudy gown and lifted your gaze.

        “Clearly I have been too lenient with you,” she sneered. “You need to learn your place here in this outpost. Bring me a chair. Now.”

        There was no room for argument. Your choices were limited, but neither of them involved disobeying the direct orders of Outpost 3’s appointment leader. You nodded and fetched the nearest empty seat.

        All eyes watched as you dragged the wooden chair across the polished floor. Embarrassment flooded through you from the implication that your punishment would be delivered with an audience present. But at the same time, something much warmer pooled lower at the idea of public humiliation at her hand.

        You set the chair in front of her and waited for her next move. Anxiety and anticipation churned your stomach in the silence that followed. What was probably only a moment seemed to last an hour.

        She circled you steadily. Somehow her slow pace and the rhythmic tapping of her cane against the floor intimidated you more than had she been able to strike with the speed of an agitated serpent. It seemed to draw the suspense out for longer.

        “I have allowed you to get away with far too much, Miss (Y/L/N).” Venable sat down on the edge of the chair and patted her thigh sharply. “You are going to learn what happens to bratty little girls who run their mouths. Bend over my lap.”

        You lifted your gaze as heat flared shamefully beneath your cheeks. Her eyes locked with yours sternly. She patted her thigh again. Instinct whispered in your ear that the curt motion was the last chance you had to move on your own.

        So you listened. Swallowing around nothing but the lump in your throat, you bent over her lap—slow and cautious, like she did retain some ability to strike at any given moment. Your caution was well warranted but unappreciated, as Venable sharply pulled you down the rest of the way. She spared you no shred of patience.

        You gasped as you were pulled over her legs. The air your lungs left in a rush. Your hands grappled instinctively and found purchase on the wooden legs of the chair.

        “You should know by now, Miss (Y/L/N), that I have no tolerance for insolence,” she said. “You need to be reminded who is in control of this outpost.”

        She pulled the hem of your dress up until the fabric bunched at your lower back. For every inch it rose over the backs of your thighs, a little more of your pride dissolved. Everyone sitting at the table had a perfect view of your bottom as the only coverage it had was a flimsy pair of cotton panties that were almost too small for their job.

        You whimpered quietly when her dainty fingers dipped under the waistband to slide the material down. Your teary eyes slammed shut as the curve of your bare ass was exposed to everyone at a pace clearly designed to humiliate you. With your panties now hooked around your lower thighs, you were on full display for everyone to see.

        Her fingers danced along your skin. Chills burst forth from your flesh at your touch. How many nights had you dreamed of her hands on your body? You couldn’t help how your body reacted to her touch now.

        The wooden shaft of her cane suddenly whipped across your exposed buttocks. Surprised at the unexpected sting, you cried out, jerking your body on her legs—thighs that you could feel were strong and built with muscle.

        How many people had she caned into submission before you?

        “That one was only a test,” she warned before bringing her palm down, hard.

        She propped her cane up against the chair. Fear strangled your chest. Her hand gripped your tender bottom, nails digging into the sore flesh. You sucked in a pained gasp as tears clouded your vision.

        “Count.” She punctuated the command with another smack, the palm of her hand connecting sharply.

        The tears dripped from your eyelashes as you choked out, “One…”

        Shame coursed through you as everyone watched her spank you like a petulant child in need of discipline. But desire pulsed alongside it. Your pussy throbbed as it pressed torturously against her thigh. You hoped nobody could see how wet you were already.

        She swiftly brought her hand down again. Abrupt pain flared down to pulse between your thighs.

        “T-Two…” you whimpered.

        Another followed, and then another, and another one. The blows kept raining down on your poor, abused flesh until you had been reduced to a sobbing mess, hips twitching desperately—either jerking to move away from the pain or to create some much needed friction as your slick had leaked to wet her dress.

        Everyone would be able to see how turned on you were now. The thought wrenched another humiliated sob from your burning throat.

        Venable moved your hips back into position once more and spanked you yet again. Her thigh pressed up against your throbbing clit just as her hand made contact.

        “T-Ten!” you cried out. “Please, Ms. Venable, I-I c-c… I can’t!”

        She grabbed your ass and squeezed. You choked back a pathetic moan as her thigh lifted higher, grinding directly where you needed her touch most. Did she know? Could she feel you—or maybe she just saw the way your pussy drooled for her?

        “I will decide when you can’t,” she hissed.

        She spanked you five more times in quick succession. You sobbed and cried with each hit. They grew more harsh every time her hand rained down. Even her palm stung a dark red by the time she finally declared your punishment finished.

        Venable sharply pulled your panties back up and yanked your dress back down. She spared no regard for how sensitive your skin now was. You whined and bit your lip when the fabric brushed over your burning flesh.

        “Maybe you’ll remember this the next time your filthy mouth starts running,” she sneered. “Now get up.”

        You slowly planted your feet on the floor and lifted yourself onto your shaky legs. Avoiding looking at anyone, you wiped at the tears and snot painting your face, trying desperately to ignore how your pussy throbbed greedily.

        Venable grabbed her cane and stood. She struggled slightly but stood tall once she accomplished it. Her lip curled in a vision of disgust, but her eyes glinted with a different story.

        “Consider that a warning for all of you here.” She addressed all of the ashen faces at the table before turning back to you. “Now sit down and eat. Unless you wish to remain hungry tonight.”

        In spite of the pain, you scrambled to your seat beside Coco with no objection. The choice she had given you lacked any merit—not sitting with everyone would have landed you in more trouble. Venable circled to take her position at the head of the table. While everyone else sat in a tense and uncomfortable silence, she seemed as though nothing had just happened. The only difference was in the way her eyes kept straying towards you as you kept your head lowered.

        You didn’t even lift your head as the plate slid into your blurry sight. The small nutrition block lacked any sort of appeal for you.

        Ms. Venable called for your attention. “Report to my quarters at nine. Do not be late—your punishment is not yet over.”

Time in the outpost never did pass by at a quick pace, but tonight it seemed to tick by at an agonizing rate. Your eyes constantly strayed towards the grandfather clock erected in the main hall. It had long since stopped functioning and no longer pushed out the cuckoo bird on the hour.

        The second hand went one more tick to line up perfectly with the minute. You wiped the sweat from your palms off on the skirt of your gown. Ms. Venable would be waiting for you now, and she did not tolerate impunctuality.

        A deep breath in to steady your nerves preluded a quick succession of knocks on her door. It swung open within a moment of you lowering your hand back down to your side. You had your head tipped down but looked up at her through your eyelashes.

        “Miss (Y/L/N),” she greeted coolly. “Close the door behind you.”

        She turned as you stepped inside her quarters. They didn’t look much different from your own. Somehow you expected her bedroom to be grander than the rest. The mundane interior did nothing to quell the nerves bundled in your stomach while you made sure the door shut once you were inside.

        Possible scenarios rolled around inside your head. She’d already humiliated you in front of the entire Outpost. You’d thought that was punishment enough—your ass still burned and stung as a reminder. Was she going to cane you bloody next? Chain you up and whip you until the skin flayed off your back?

        “Come here.” Her voice cut through your rambling thoughts, sharpened like the serrated edge of a knife.

        Letting loose a breath, you reluctantly let your feet carry you over to where she sat on the edge of the bed. You wondered if she could hear your heartbeat as it pounded in your chest and rushed the blood through your ears.

        “Kneel,” she commanded.

        A frown touched your lips. The protest just started to roll from your tongue when she stamped her cane down on the wooden floorboards. You flinched at the sound as it played your nerves like a harp, your words crumbling like ash on the tip of your tongue.

        “I said kneel, pet.”

        You sank down to your knees in front of her like you were her puppet and she was the mistress of the strings. Emotions avoided her stern features as she looked down at you. A gloved hand came to caress your cheek. You flinched at her touch but didn’t dare move away—or were you flinching at the way your body reacted to her touch? How your heart sped up or how your pussy clenched, still wet and aching from earlier?

        Venable flicked her eyes along your face for a moment too long for your heart to handle. “You enjoyed your punishment earlier,” she said, as though it were a fact. Like it was something set in stone. Common knowledge for anyone to learn.

        Heat flooded your cheeks. A large part of you did enjoy what happened during dinner. Even the humiliation of knowing everyone watched you get spanked and knew how turned on you were at the end of it. You swallowed thickly and nodded your head.

        She hummed and slid her hand to tilt your chin up. Her thumb just barely grazed the outline of your lips, the teasing touch making your breath hitch. You let loose a shaky breath.

        “I want you to show me how much.” Venable pulled her hand away, leaving you to blink up at her. Your brow creased gently.

        “What… H-How do you want me to do that?” Your voice caught in the dry recesses of your throat. It was low and raspy, rough with the arousal lacing between your words. Embarrassment crept up the sides of your neck.

        Her gaze smoldered into yours like an inferno raged just behind the depths. It set your body ablaze with a heat unlike anything you had experienced before. A look was all it took for you to melt into a puddle at her feet. You realized then that you would do absolutely anything this woman asked of you.

        She gestured with her chin towards your dress. “Take it off.”

        Your words died on the sudden dryness of your lips. Venable leaned forward on her cane, leveled you with a look so intense it could have undressed you all on its own. You stared up at her, wide-eyed and lips parted, heart beating so hard your chest heaved.

        “Don’t make me repeat myself again, darling,” she said.

        Numb yet electrified, you got to your shaky legs and undid the lacing holding the dress together. The heavy material puddled around your feet. The enigmatic redhead slowly stepped to the barrier of the material. Eyes blown with something you hadn’t seen directed towards you in a long time studied your expression.

        “This is a punishment, (Y/N).” Her voice wrapped around you in the smoothest silk, ribbons caressing your exposed flesh. Not rough or hard like they usually hit. “But I refuse to force anything. You are free to walk away if it becomes too much. Do you understand?” she asked.

        You must have nodded your head because she praised you with a simple, “Good girl,” before tangling her hand within your hair. The tips of her fingers scratched against your scalp with just enough pressure to coax a shiver up your spine. Your heart pounded against your chest.

        Then her lips touched yours. Tingles electrified from the point of contact and spread over your singing body. It lasted all but a second, and you whimpered when she retreated.

        Her fingers twisted your hair as she leveled you with a steady gaze. “Am I understood, pretty girl?” she repeated. This time, you knew you nodded your head. You could feel the gentle tug and pull from her grasp.

        “Good.” Venable withdrew from you completely, taking all the warmth with her. She folded her hands elegantly over the top of her cane. “Now get on the bed. You are going to show me how much you enjoyed earlier,” she demanded.

        The power she held over you had you acting like a puppet whose strings were artfully plucked by her fingers. You wanted to obey her. You wanted to make her happy—to please her, to be a good girl for her. So you obediently climbed up onto the bed, sinking into the impression her body had left behind in the old mattress. It cradled you in welcome.

        While you weren’t completely sure what the older woman was asking of you, you decided to put your trust in your body and let your natural instincts take control. Reclining to lie on your back, you slid your panties over your hips and down your legs before parting your thighs to give her a good view of your most intimate parts. You took a deep breath before your fingers made contact with your soaked cunt.

        Your slick coated your skin as you rubbed your clit. Slow, small circles around the sensitive flesh. Every part of your modest self screamed for you to close your eyes and block out your audience, but you were too stubborn to give her the satisfaction of your ebbing shame.

        Venable’s stare burned into you. She watched intently as you quickened your fingers and dipped them inside of you briefly. The moan that passed your lips made her eyes flick back up to yours with a fire burning brightly behind those smoldering lakes of brown.

        She took a seat in the armchair by the dark fireplace. You didn’t fail to notice how she winced as she slowly lowered herself down, but you knew better than to mention it. Her disability was a sore topic for the older woman. You didn’t wish to anger her more than you already had that day. So you just continued doing as she had commanded of you, putting on a bit of a show for her as the last ounce of modesty fled your body.

        Venable made a noise in the back of her throat when you teased your opening again. “Now, I know you enjoyed yourself more than that, Miss (Y/L/N),” she said. “Show me. Be a good girl for me and finger that greedy little pussy for me, sweet girl.”

        Wilhemina Venable had always been such a proper, upstanding woman for as long as you had known her. To hear her throw propriety out the window in favor of her sinful language encouraged you to give her the best show you could manage. Your cunt throbbed pleasantly at how her voice wrapped around your mind and caressed your burning flesh.

        “Yes, Ms. Venable,” you whimpered. Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, you bent your knees and spread your legs to give her a better view of how your slick glistened against your flesh, your pussy clenching around nothing. You spread yourself open to show her how it ached for her before inserting a finger inside of yourself. A second quickly followed suit.

        Your chest heaved with your labored breathing as you fucked yourself for her pleasure. The heel of your palm ground against your throbbing clit with every shift. You could feel your slick dripping down towards the mattress every time your plundering fingers produced a squelch from your cunt.

        Venable watched silently as you fucked yourself right up to the edge of release. Your vision had gone blurry a while ago as your eyes threatened to flutter shut. You could feel your muscles tense, your body starting to still.

        “Are you going to cum, pretty girl?”

        “Y-Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, fuck, I-I’m gonna… gonna cum.”

        Then, just as the band was about to snap and throw you into oblivion, she took it all away from you by demanding, “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission, Now come here, pet.”

        You bit back a cry and reluctantly pulled your hand away. The high slowly ebbed back into a throbbing need. Swallowing past the frustration, you followed her command like a puppy. You stood before her, body trembling with desperation.

        “Kneel.”

        You didn’t hesitate this time. Your knees landed on the wood, sending a dull ache through your thighs that you ignored in favor of looking up at the older woman, waiting obediently for her next order. She had you at her beck and call—you were wrapped around her finger.

        Venable twisted those same fingers into your hair and pulled your head back. Your neck arched so she could look you in the eye directly. “Brats don’t get to cum,” she said softly, the gentle tone of her voice making your lashes flutter. “Be a good girl for me, darling.”

        She used her free hand to heft the skirt of her dress up her legs. Your breath caught in your throat almost painfully. You were now faced with her bare cunt. She hadn’t been wearing any undergarments beneath the gown. Her flesh glistened, the heady scent hitting your nostrils like a musty perfume that only she could make smell so feminine.

        It nearly made your mouth water. You licked your lips to wet them and nodded your head. “Yes, Ms. Venable,” you breathed, the oxygen rushing from your lungs like it, too, could not wait to taste the beauty in front of you. “I wanna be your good girl. Please.”

        She hummed, pleased, and you swore you spotted the ghost of a smile. Her nails rubbed your scalp almost tenderly. “You do sound lovely when you beg, pet.”

        A pressure nudged your head forward. You happily let your face be buried between her thighs. You nuzzled your nose along her wet flesh before parting her folds with your tongue. She tasted divine, like sweet nectar gifted from the gods themselves. It danced across your taste buds in a euphoric ripple.

        A low moan thrummed through Venable as the tip of your tongue teased her opening before flicking over her swollen clit. It jumped and twitched under your strokes like the nerves were celebrating the attention. Gently you grazed your teeth over the sensitive skin and delighted in the shiver that her thighs cushioning either side of your head.

        Dipping your tongue into her cunt, you pressed the tip of your nose against her clit, ensuring she remained stimulated while you feasted on the cream coating the inside of her pussy. Her slick slipped into your ravenous mouth and smeared across your lips.

        Venable pulled you closer. A shudder ravished her entire body. “Such a good girl for me,” she sighed. Her muscles tensed and, sensing her impending orgasm, you doubled your efforts. You wanted nothing more than to have this woman squirming underneath your touch.

        Your lips wrapped around her clit as you sucked it into your mouth with a gentle ferocity that had her thighs sharply clamping shut against your head. Her low moans heightened until you felt her convulse. Her slick flowed into your eager mouth as you licked up every drop she gave you.

        She suddenly pulled you away from between her thighs. Keeping a firm hand in your hair, she yanked you closer and pressed her mouth against yours, her strong tongue immediately pushing past your wet lips. Your needy moan was swallowed by her kiss.

        “You did so good for me, darling.” Her voice had taken on the husky tone of a woman in lust. Blood bloomed beneath her skin, glistening with a sheen of satisfaction. “Good behavior gets rewarded. Come here, pet,” she said.

        Her hands cradled your waist as she nudged you forward. Your legs fell apart to make room for her thigh. The feel of her skin against your sensitive flesh pulled a small whimper from you. You rested your weight on her leg as she grabbed your hips to hold you in place.

        She squeezed your waist. “Look at me, sweet girl,” she commanded gently. You did as she said, biting your lip as you refrained from grinding down on her thigh like an animal in heat. “Since you did so well for me, you’re allowed to cum, but not until I say so. Can you do that for me?”

        “Yes, Ms. Venable,” you whined. “Please…”

        “Good girl.” Venable applied more pressure to your hips, silently demanding you to start moving. You sighed pleasantly and rolled your hips. Your pussy slid along her thigh easily with no resistance.

        Venable kept her gaze trained on you while you fought the haze that kept trying to cloud your own. Gradually she helped you move your hips faster until you were grinding on her leg properly, desperate and pathetic whines and whimpers and incoherent babbling replacing any lick of coherent language you knew. Heat burned in your lower stomach with the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm. You struggled to keep yourself on that edge, waiting obediently for her permission to let that coil snap.

        She could see the desperation on your face, sense it in your movements, which were growing more frantic and less practiced. She hummed and grabbed your chin. Her thumb ran across your lower lip to free it from your teeth, and you didn’t think as you sucked it into your mouth.

        “Does my pet want to cum?” she cooed.

        You nodded pathetically, all words evading you. Tears fell from your lashes as you looked at her with a silent plea. She smirked and removed her thumb, replacing it with her lips as she pulled you into a passionate kiss that left your head spinning. Acting on their own accord, your hips jerked sporadically, that fire burning deep in your stomach reaching the temperature of a blazing inferno.

        Venable hummed pleasantly at your pitiful babbles before whispering against your skin, “Cum for me, pretty girl. Show me how good I make you feel.”

        White stars immediately exploded behind your vision. Fuzzy static replaced all noises. You felt your body convulsing, twitching, and jerking against her. It could have lasted only seconds, but to you, it felt as though your nerves had been lit with a torch and were exploding in a series of fireworks for at least an hour.

        Her hand cradled your face when you started to come down, her thumb stroking your cheek. Even past your heavy eyes you could see the way her dark gaze shone with what seemed to be a sense of pride. It pleased you to know you had made her happy, that you had followed her commands like a well-trained puppy looking to please her master.

        “Such a good girl for me, darling,” she murmured.

        Then, suddenly, her demeanor shifted. A stoic expression covered the previously gentle look on her face. She squeezed your jaw firmly, making your eyes widen as they locked with hers. Your blood froze in a startling contrast to the elevated temperature of your body. Had you done something wrong?

        Instead of degrading or insulting you as you thought she might in that moment, she instead let out an almost aloof sigh. “I think I have finally found a punishment that works for you, Miss (Y/L/N),” she said. “Now, I suggest you be on your best behavior from here on out. I will be watching you a lot more closely to ensure you don’t need a repeat lesson.”

[faelapis]

pmmm rebellion: the flower scene

*inhales*

i like pmmm rebellion. a lot. i'd go so far as to say it’s one of my favorite movies. but i've never liked the interpretation from some, of this scene. the flower scene. essentially, the idea is that homura was right in how madoka was "miserable" as a god. because madoka "agreed with her" in the flower scene.

as a baseline, i will say right off the bat that i think pmmm is a franchise where you can never fully escape tragedy. i think any ending to this story will be bittersweet, and there is a certain amount of sacrifice and misery inherent in its very concept.

that being said. i don't think madoka becoming a god was as tragic as homura makes it out to be. i don't think its just a hero sacrificing herself for the greater good. i think it's more. and i think this scene, as much as it is a conversation, is also an act of self-delusion.

this one-note interpretation of madoka as a tragic sacrifice (in how she herself feels) is ignoring... well. the context of the whole series. which homura herself is also ignoring. by which i mean, she was a quite the unreliable narrator in how she described the sacrifice / miracle madoka would go on to perform.

for the record, i think there is something both selfish and selfless to homura. i think she genuinely believes she is helping madoka. and i think homura thinks that's all she wants. this is not an attempt to slander her - but more about how i think she has an incomplete understanding of madoka, and what madoka wants in life.

basically, i'm not trying to argue here that madoka's sacrifice is just good "for the world." obviously, it is. we already know that. what i'm trying to argue is that i think it - in some ways - is also good for madoka herself. not in an uncomplicated way, but that its not all bad. that she gets something out of being this godlike being. at the very least, i think it is better for madoka than the world homura creates.

okay. so. flower scene. homura pretty vaguely just says “you’re going to be separated from everyone you love." which, on its own, is pretty sad. she mentions that there's something "only (madoka) can do". and that madoka, being selfless, would do this because she feels she has to. that it is a tragedy.

what homura doesn't mention is madoka becoming this godlike, conceptual being who is everywhere at all times. which is a pretty big fucking thing to leave out. homura might as well have said “you’re going to be separate from ME, and that’s going to make ME sad” for how honest she was about the context of the situation.

in short, homura is framing the situation as tragically as possible because she wants madoka to say what she wants to hear. she wants to be told that it was miserable. because homura was miserable.

essentially, what homura says will happen: you'll be away from everyone forever. it will accomplish ~something~, but i will not tell you what. it will make me very sad. please comfort me. (which madoka does, because of course. lest we forget part of what she says is she would never want to make someone as strong as homura sad.)

what actually happens: you will have the power to save every magical girl from suffering. you will become a conceptual god, which will remove you from your human life. but you will also be with every magical girl, always, and give them comfort. you will not only have your own agency, but make sure that the wishes of magical girls everywhere MATTER and don't end in despair. including your own. even when you would become a witch and despair, you will save yourself. and when i die, i will be with you as well.

i think by framing it this way, homura IS being honest about how it "felt" to her. but homura also misunderstands what madoka wants.

first of all, madoka's life as a regular human... well, i'm not going to say it was unhappy. but i think it was unfulfilled. i think madoka was an insecure girl without much sense of what she wanted in life. and it was also ignorant. ignorant of the pain of the world, of the suffering that other magical girls had gone through. it was privileged, but it was also, in this way, empty.

madoka’s self-actualization (in the series) has a lot to do with helplessness vs being able to make a difference. in short, she wants agency. what her wish does is give her that agency, which she trades for her life as a normal human.

what homura’s wish does is the reverse. it’s giving madoka her humanity back, but in return, she no longer has agency. she doesn’t get to do the self-actualization of becoming someone with the power to help others. she is, in that sense, suppressed.

so. like. yes, THAT “regular magical girl who knows zero context of her own character arc” version of madoka? of COURSE she doesn’t want to leave everyone behind. big duh. she isn’t told what it would accomplish (in any specific terms), she isnt aware of how it would create a version of herself with the power to change the world. nor is she acquainted with the non-magical girl version of her in the pmmm series, who had no agency at all until she chose to become a god.

in the series, that is not a moment of despair for madoka. that is when she finds hope. that is when she attains a world where she can give rest to all magical girls. and give herself a reason to fight. that hope and determination carries her, and she is with it forever.

it’s also worth noting, rebellion!madoka's not just saying it would make her sad. she is also doubting herself. she's saying she is far “too spineless” to do it. how she's this weak, helpless person who would never be able to leave people for a greater calling.

putting aside how she’s not really gone / at least exists in this abstract way - she is also demonstrating how she doesn't believe in herself. so even this "happy" magical girl version of madoka still has some of the helpless insecurity of her series counterpart. she may live a relatively peaceful life, but she is not fulfilled. she lacks the purpose, determination and hope of her series counterpart.

in other words, even this version of madoka needs to self-actualize. and part of her knows that. in homura's "happy" new realm, madoka "feels wrong." she seems shy and insecure. ill at ease. uncomfortable. like she's at the start of her arc, not the end. yet the godlike power within her refuses to be erased. it can only be held back. for now.

in a way, i see homura trapping madoka a bit like the symbolism of not letting someone grow up. sure, adulthood might not be as "simple and happy" as childhood, but it also gives you knowledge and agency in life. it allows you to learn & grow, understand the world as it is, make educated choices in who you want to be, and become that best version of yourself. THAT is what madoka is denied. that is how she feels wrong in this “happy” illusion realm that homura creates.

also. god madoka would definitely be a lot happier if she could be with homura in heaven and have the ability to save her lol.

but there's a problem with that, for homura. and that problem is, that would give madoka the agency in the situation, and leave homura the passive receiver of blessings. which is at odds with homura’s own desire for control. like madoka, she wants to not be helpless and have the ability to affect the story. after all, she did fail to stop madoka in the series. i think homura wants some of that agency, too. hence the imagery of her soul gem going from a pawn to a queen.

essentially, i see this as a conflict between two sides who want to be in charge of their own destinies. they've been stripped of their agency by the world, and they want to have it back - no matter what it would cost. this is what they have in common.

when homura refused to join madoka in "magical girl heaven", she was ultimately refusing happiness for the sake of agency. for the sake of being able to be "madoka's hero." that's what she always wanted to be, and failed to be in the original series.

tl;dr: there is something tragic in madoka's wish. for sure. but i think it gives madoka agency in the world, which she always wanted. i think being able to help others can be genuinely fulfilling for the individual, rather than just a sacrifice. it’s empowering, as much as it is the loss of old self. and i think homura wants to feel like that kind of hero, too - no matter what. they both do.

*exhales*