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Tolerate it
Pairing: Annatar/Sauron x fem!maia! reader Summary: You were with him from the beginning of his existence, from the first break of the silence. You blindly and faithfully followed himâyour great, epic love, doing everything to help him, to stay with him no matter what. Sauron was Morgoth's shadow. And you were Mairon's shadow. What will you do when you realise that your devotion is no longer valued and desired by him? Author's Note: I'm actually proud of this one⊠I shouldn't say this, but it's my favorite so far. Hope you will like it too! <3 Halbrand's Masterlist ~âąâ€â€â€âą~ Main Masterlist
I know my love should be celebrated... but you tolerate it.
- "Tolerate it" by Taylor Swift
You watched carefully as Sauron spoke to the people of Eregion, showering them with his charming smiles and sweet promises. You stared at him, analysing his every little move, seeing the traces of lies and deceit on his face as he tried hard to get on their good side, to deceive them into not seeing through his vision what was really happening behind the castle walls.
You wonder if he did the same to you. When he assured you that Galadriel was just an annoying elf, an obstacle to his plans, could you have detected a hint of deceit in his voice and face if you had looked closely enough? Did he also smile at you sweetly, lying to you directly, only to congratulate himself a moment later and be happy that he had managed to deceive you and suppress your any doubts in him, that would have been inconvenient for his plans?
"My love." He murmurs against your ear, surprising you and tearing you out of your thoughts for a moment.
You flinch as he wraps his arms around you, but he takes it as a shiver of surprise, not disgust. Because how could you, blindly in love with him for centuries, ever untangle yourself from his web of beautiful lies? You wonder if he ever loved you at all, if you were just a toy for him to use from the start.
"You're quiet today. And distant. Is everything alright?" Usually that attentive, caring look he gave you was enough to awaken a wonderful, warm feeling of security and peace within you.
You wonder how many times you've fallen for that illusion of concern for you? How many times has his false concern for you cheered you up? How many times has he laughed behind your back at your naivety?
"Yes. Celebrimbor is making your rings. He should be finishing the Nine soon." You respond, wondering if he'll keep teasing you, if he'll actually care about your feelings. Or if he'll just pat you on the back like a loyal pet for good behaviour and leave you to his own plans like he's been doing lately.
"That's wonderful." He mumbles and presses his lips to your forehead. In any other situation, you would consider it a very affectionate and desirable gesture. But now⊠his lips burned you. And not in a pleasant way. "Watch over him for me a little longer, my love. Our work here is not over yet. I must make sure that the people of Eregion do not realise what is really happening for a few more hours. Will you keep an eye on him for me, my heart?"
My heart, my love, my dearest... so many beautiful words, words that were hard to hear from him a hundred years ago, now poured from his lips so easily like honey... or wine, which you were supposed to intoxicate yourself with, so as not to open your eyes. Just like the inhabitants of the city he was bringing doom to, as if they meant nothing.
Just like you probably were to himâŠ
"Of course, my darling." You respond with the most genuine smile you can muster. Luckily, he either doesn't notice or doesn't care that you're faking your smile for him. He steals a quick, short kiss and walks away from you in the opposite directionâtowards the western gates.
You sigh, leaning against the cool wall of the marble hallway and pressing a hand to your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, seeing white spots as you try to somehow break free from the situation you've found yourself in.
Uncontrollable sobs wrack your body as the ring he'd forged for you falls from your handâthe ring that was a faint illusion of the real Nenya, which had befallen Galadriel instead of you, which Sauron had given to Galadriel instead of you.
Your heart clenches painfully as you recall the words he spoke to one of the elves last night. Words you accidentally overheard after you went looking for him when he didn't return to your chambers as he had promised you he would.
"Your hair⊠in this light it reminds me of my lady Galadriel's hair."
His lady Galadriel.
You've survived and gone through a lot of torture, but hearing him speak with such⊠affection and adoration in his tone of voice about another woman makes you suffer worse than the worst torture you've been throught.
The worst part was that you didn't know what he saw in her. She was just an elf. An elf bearing the light of Valinorâthe same light he had forced you to give up for him. If it was so unpleasant to him, why had he been so fascinated by this arrogant elf? Why had he given her Nenyaâthe ring that was supposed to be yours? Why had he made you feel like the other woman when you were his most loyal soldierâthe one who had stood by him through thick and thin?
You hiss as you clench your fists so hard that black blood spills from under your nails, dug into your palm. Through your watery eyes, you watch as the evidence of your corruptionâblack sapâruns down your palm, staining the metal of the ring he gave you.
You want to take it off, throw it out the window, and never look at this searing reminder of how much you truly meant to him, but you were too far gone. You couldnât imagine your life without him.
He had become your master, your Valar, your support, your shelter, your heaven and hell, your everything. And for a while, you had been blinded enough to believe that you were just as important and precious to him as he was to you.
You stand before the forge door, feeling like a small child waiting for someone to call you insideâto grant you permission to enter. You wonder when exactly you became so obedient to him. If you could think back to the times when Sauron was just Mairon, AulĂ«'s apprentice, in his forge, you would remember how different you were from who you were today. You were more confident, happier, and filled with light and love for the man who created wondrous, beautiful, unimaginable things under Valar's watchful eye.
You wonder if he was like this already or if Morgoth was slowly injecting poison into his soul. Could you have really prevented his fall? Could you have made sure he never left the forge? Was the fall between the two of you really your fault, the one you were paying for now as you watched your love slip away from you, or was it never truly true? You don't know. You don't want to know. You already feel like you're going mad without his touch and his tender words, without the certainty that you still have some remnant of his soul and love in a heart that clearly stopped beating for you ages ago.
You flinch as the door swings open. Sauron emerges from the forge in a huff, stained with the blood of the elf who forged his beloved rings. He stops, surprised to see you standing in front of the door. You stare at each other for a moment, left in a dull, heavy silence. You break under his intense gaze and instead shift your gaze to the blood stain that has soaked into the black silk material on his chest.
He looked... both angry and agitated, uncertain. You wonder what exactly Celebrimbor had said to himâwhat exactly had moved him so much that you could see his eyes glaze over for a brief moment before he realised you were waiting for him outside the door.
"Galadriel has them." He informs you, panting with rage. You frown, shifting your gaze uncertainly back to his face.
Thankfully, heâs no longer meeting your gaze. You wonder if itâs because he has the decency to feel guilty about his feelings for the elf, or if he canât think of her when he looks at you.
You quickly push that thought out of your head. He had everything except decency.
"What?"
"My rings." He growls, looking at you again. You tremble under his dark gaze. HIS rings. Not yours. Not yours. Like all his plans lately - they belonged only to him. "The Orcs will escort you to Mordor. I have a few more things to attend to before I will join you."
You just nod, unsure how else to respond to his words.
You know perfectly well what he wants to do, even if he hasn't told you his entire plan. You know that Adar will soon meet his end at the hands of your beloved. Another life will be taken by him. And with each one, your eyes opened wider and wider.
You gasp as he suddenly covers the distance between you with quick steps and presses you against the wall behind you. He grabs you brutally by the neck and kisses you. Greedily, hungrily, avidly. The force with which he takes your lips and breath is so great that you can't mistake this kiss for anything other than marking his territory. And you know perfectly well that this is exactly what he wants to do.
What he always did.
How blind you were, never seeing that what kept him with you was fear of loneliness, the desire to possess something. You gave him your heart, your soul, your body, everythingâwithout blinking an eye, without a moment's hesitation.
And you watched him tolerate your devotion to him.
As if what you gave him rightfully belonged to him. As if you were ought to bind yourself to him, to be utterly his.
He pulls away from you, cupping your cheeks in his bloody hands and spreading the blood across your skin with his thumbs, staining you with his sins once again. All you can do is stand there, trembling in his grip as he presses his lips to your forehead.
"You're mine. Only mine. Always mine." He brushes his nose against yours, pressing another kiss to your lips. His tongue caresses yours as he tries to reassure himself that you're still caught up in his web of lies and that you still believe in all his tender and sweet gestures that were never really meant to calm your nerves and worriesâonly him. It was always about him. "You'll look beautiful in a crown next to me. Right, my queen?"
Whatever that elf had told him, it had raised enough doubts in him that Sauron would seek comfort and reassurance from you. A rare thing. Very rare. And you would have treasured that moment, probably remembered it forever, and carved it into your heart if you had not learnt the ugly truth about your relationship.
No matter how much you give yourself to him, he will never be yours in return.
He would never belong to you. He would never celebrate your love; consider it more than something he owed, something he could conquer and flaunt like his rings. You were to be the jewel in his dark crown... right next to Galadriel.
And in that moment you truly envied the elf, for having managed to resist him before he defiled her as he had defiled you.
"Of course, my king." You promise with a smile and lean down to connect his lips with yoursâyou do what he taught you best. You lie.
Because you know perfectly well that the moment he turns away from you, you will run. Run far away. In the hope that you will escape the darkness that he has rooted in you. In the hope that you can survive, with your heart ripped out and left behind you.
"Have you finally stopped believing his lies? Or is this just another one of your illusions?" You freeze at the sound of Adar's voice behind you.
You turn slowly, watching the fallen elf carefully. Black blood seeps from his temples, but aside from a few wounds on his body, you see no major injuries on the one who once killed your love.
"I thought by now he would have killed you in one of his infamously creative ways." You mock him as you try to ignore the sight of Eregion burning behind him.
"You don't even reach for your weapon? That's an insult, Mistress of Darkness." You shiver at the nickname, playing with the ring on your fingerâthe very one Sauron had given youâas you consider your answer.
Adar was barely alive. But he was still alive. You wonder how Sauron had retained enough restraint to give him a fate worse than deathâwatching someone he loved slowly die. In Adarâs case, he had watched his orc children die; in yours, you had watched Mairon dieâa death you had been blind to for centuries.
"It is not my intention to fight you." You sigh tiredly, meeting the dark elf's gaze. Something in his demeanour changes. He is less alert, less tense, as if he sees in you the same surrender he had after the clash with your beloved.
"That's funny. I remember you swore one of the worst deaths to me for killing him." You leave his mockery unanswered as you recall that moment. You thought you would go mad with despair and throw yourself at Morgoth's crown, piercing your heart to be reunited with your beloved in the afterlife. With the benefit of hindsight, when you are wiser, you want to laugh at your own stupidity. He played you, your feelings, your mind, and your heart exactly as he wanted. You let him do all he wanted with you, and then you even thanked him for using you. "Has that day finally come? Are you abandoning him to his lust for power?"
The shock in his voice should offend you and drive you to the point of passion and true, unpredictable rage. But it can't. You feel... numb. Empty. Like nothing really matters anymore. And maybe it doesn't, since your soul and heart slowly wither with every second you're not near him.
Pathetic, how after pulling the dagger from your heart that was Sauron's "love," you miss the pain it brought. Even though you accept with relief that you're slowly bleeding to death, you still crave him. Maybe it really was an addiction? An unhealthy obsession that defined who you were? Because who were you really without Sauron?
"Is it really abandonment if he wants to stick with someone else?" You justify yourself, remembering the look in his eyes when he mentioned the elf you hated. You wonder what you envy more, her light or the fact that she truly seemed to have the undivided attention and adoration of a man you would do anything for?
"GaladrielâŠ"
"No one good is ever truly good⊠and no one bad is ever truly bad." You interrupt him, not wanting to talk about the elf.
You walk over to him and nod for him to sit on the fallen tree trunk next to you. You muster up some mercy towards him (or your own troubled conscience) and staunch his wounds enough for him to pass away in peace... or at least you hope he will.
At least one of you deserved to find peace.
"Is that what you told yourself while being with him?" The silence between you is uncomfortable, but necessary. Necessary for you to realize how much he was really using you. And how much you wanted him to be someone he never wasâŠ
"Maybe." You admit quietly, in a barely audible whisper.
Before he can reach for the dagger at his side, you're already pulling away from him and taking his consciousness, putting him into a sleep state. You run, not catching up with yourself, slowing down only to wipe the tears dripping down your cheeks with the back of your hand. The cold metal of Sauron's ring scratches your skin in a painful reminder of your sins.
You pull the hood over your head, using the back of your hand to shake off the snow that had already accumulated as you made your way through the streets in the dark of the night.
It had been a few weeks since you had escaped from Sauron. Weeks spent avoiding his army of orcs, closing the doors to your thoughts to him, and controlling the connection he had created between you in the time you had spent with him.
He had been looking for youâwhether out of revenge for your abandonment, longing for you, a desire to punish you and make an example of you, or all threeâyou didn't figure it out yet. What you did know was that Galadriel had kept her ring, sacrificing the nine, and that Sauron had been gathering his forces to "heal" Middle-Earth, searching every corner he had conquered in the process, looking for you.
But he wasn't the only one looking for you.
Galadriel and Adar had joined forces in the fight against Sauron. And the latter had tried persistently to convince you to stop watching the fight between them. The need to stay away from Sauron was one thing, but the actual thought of hurting him, of being the cause of his downfall⊠you didn't know if you could survive that. To be honest, you know you wouldn't.
And he knew that too.
That's why he often tried to break down the wall you had put up between you to appear in the form of an illusion. It was often in moments when you thought of him. You're certain you'll never forget the first time he took the opportunity to reach out to you through your connection.
You were lying on a small bed in the inn, staring blankly at the ceiling above you. You had managed to slaughter the orc troop that was chasing you and had made it safely into the city beyond the mountain pass where you had come across them. You didn't know if Sauron had ordered you brought to him dead or alive, but you didn't particularly want to find out just yet.
That's why, after each such "chase," you left behind a trail of orc blood and bodies, escaping to another hole to wait out the danger and re-emerge into the light of day only when he shifted his attention elsewhere. Like you did now.
You lay in the darkness of your miserable room, cursing yourself for not needing sleep like these mortals. How much would you give for your mind to be immersed in the bliss of not a single thought coming to it? To stop fighting and trying so hard to not think about him...
That night you were particularly tired, not only from the fight and the injury you had suffered but also from the whole escape, which had lasted for several weeks. It was nothing in your immortal, long life, but you found those days without him by your side tiring more than any. You wonder what was worse: separation from him or the hardships of escaping from him?
You can't help but wonder what he's doing now. Does he also lie idle, thinking of you? No. That wasn't his style. He'd probably be sitting in some fortress, surrounded by his servants, whom he despised, as he hatched his plans to heal Middle-Earth. A cure that was supposed to be a disease that had begun in him ages ago. That you couldn't see and cure in him.
"Rather miserable and shabby chambers for a queen." You shiver at the sound of his voice echoing through the small room.
You sit up unsteadily, staring at his figure leaning against the door. You blink a few times, convinced that he was a trick of your tired mind, but when he speaks again, you realise that he managed to slip through your barriers and answer your call while you were thinking about him. You had unknowingly dug a rabbit hole for him inside you. And he took advantage of it, crawling through it before you could block him.
"Although⊠I think this is a room fit for a treacherous queen."
His mockery shakes you out of your strange state of numbness. You stare at him, anger rising in your chest as you hear him accuse you of the one thing he had no right to.
"It is ironic to hear you, of all the creatures, accusing me of cheating, when I was the one who stood faithfully by your side all these years. Besides... you can't say that you didn't see that coming."
"Maybe I am as naive as my queen?" He replies, slowly walking over to you. You get out of bed, standing on the other side of it, desperately trying to put some distance between you.
"Which one? Forgive me, but I'm starting to get a little confused since you're calling so many women by that title." You say, sticking the pin where it hurts.
"Jealous of the elf?"He asks, raising an eyebrow mockingly at you.
"I didn't leave because of jealousy. You know that very well."
Honesty was always something he accepted... worse. He didn't like being vulnerable, showing his cards and saying what he really felt... that's why looks away and tries to change the subject.
"If you come back, I won't punish you too harshly⊠at least not in a way you don't like." You shiver as memories of your times togetherâthose particularly intense ones, where all you could do was whisper or scream his name, as he destroyed you for anyone else in the sheets of your bedârun through your mind.
âGo back to what?â
"You promised to stand by me. To be my right hand." He responds, offended by the thought that you ask him such a question, that you don't know what awaits you, that he has to explain to you how grateful you should be that he will take you back without any problems.
"I am sure you will find many worthy replacements for me. For example, such a commander of elven forcesâŠ"
"I don't want Galadriel." He interrupts you with a sharp, cold tone, irritated that you're bringing up the subject of the elf. He starts to walk around the bed, wanting to get closer to you, and you take a few steps away from him with each one he comes with.
"Did you come to this conclusion before or after she rejected you?" You mock him, watching him closely. And you see perfectly on his face the moment his composure breaks.
After berely a blink of an eye later, heâs standing in front of you, grabbing you roughly by the shoulders and shoving you against the wall behind you. You fight his grip, struggling, trying to kick him, but heâs got both of your wrists in one hand and lifting them above your head, pressing his torso against yours.
"You are mine. I will kill anyone who says or thinks otherwise⊠including you." He growls in your ear and runs his nose over your temple. You take quick, ragged breaths as you give in to his illusion and his will, sensing his scent, the warmth, as if he were actually with you.
"I am not one of your rings. You can't put me on your finger and expect me not to slip off when you lose interest in me, to faithfully wait for your attention until you feel like playing with me again." You hiss angrily in his face and lift your legs, trying to kick him. He gasps, struggling to keep his grip on your wrists. After a moment, he grabs you roughly by the waist and pushes you onto the bed.
"Stop making this difficult. We both know how it will end. Go home. Before I will drag you to it." He warns you, glaring at you intensely as he steps closer to you. You raise your leg to kick him in the chest, but he catches your ankle, grounding you.
"I have no home. You made sure of that." You growl at him, trying to yank your leg out of his grip, but he won't let you. He takes a step towards you and braces your leg over his shoulder. He presses his lips to your ankle, sending a shiver right up your spine.
"I am your husband..."
"I don't remember you swearing any oaths to me." You respond angrily, yanking your leg out of his grip as he presses kisses along your ankle and lower. You can't let him have enough space to play his tricks and seduce you to get you on his side again.
"It is enough that you have given me one. You cannot break it."
"In the eyes of the Valar we do not exist anyway. We have no souls. So why should I keep the promises made by that part of me that died long ago, buried by your own hand, Mairon?" The use of his true name somehow unsettles him, causing his mask of composure to crumble for a moment. You see in his eyes as old memories of the two of you flash through his mindâwhen you both bathed in the light of the Valar, when he was just your Mairon. "Forgive me... Sauron."
He recoils from you as if scalded when he hears the hateful tone in your voice as you speak his other nameâthe one given to him by Morgoth. You see him tremble when it feels from your lips like a foul curse. You give him one of your coldest, most cruel looks, and you almost crumble in your resolve to keep him away from you when you see him shake his head gently, allowing himself a moment of weakness with you.
"You knew perfectly well what I had become⊠after Morgoth."
"I did. What I didn't realize was that you would want to remain his shadow forever." You respond with bitterness and stare at him with resentment equal to the one he accused you of abandoning him⊠but how could you stay with him when he hurt you more than anyone else had before?
"I am not his shadow. I am my own master. This... this is who I am."
"Then this is not the man I promised myself to." Your words hurt him. He may not show it in a big way, but you can see it in the way his jaw clenches a little harder after your statement.
"But this is a man you've bonded yourself to. Til the end of the time and much longer after that." He reminds you, never taking his piercing, cold gaze off you.
"Or until one of us is forever gone." Thereâs another long silence after your statement, this time more tense. You swallow hard, watching in the piercing silence, broken only by your loud heartbeat, as he takes in the meaning of your words. And you can clearly say that he doesnât like them at all.
"You can't kill me. You won't. You can't. You care too much."
"I know. I meant something else."
At those words, something inside him snaps. He stops controlling you completely. Before you can blink, he's straddling you. You struggle against his grip, fighting him with everything you have, but he pins you down to the bed with all his strength, not letting you move away from him for even an inch.
"If you do⊠I will pull you from the land of the dead, find your soul, and make you suffer more than Morgoth ever did to us. You will not leave me⊠not you⊠if you do not return to meâŠ"
"What will you do? Burn whole Middle-Earth? Destroy me? You've already done that or are about to do it." You growl, digging your nails into his wrists as he tries to lock your hands back in his iron grip. You whine, in pain and shock, as he bites into your shoulder, effectively distracting you so he can overpower you. "Unlike you, I have nothing to lose, my king."
Your mockery only fuels his anger. You gasp as he pushes his knee between your legs, creating a space for himself. Before you can even react, he leans down and captures your lips in a punishing, bruising kiss, as if it were some form of punishment for you - a punishment created by him specifically for his pleasure.
"I will find you⊠I will find you, and bind you to myself with golden shackles if necessary." He mumbles against your lips, cupping your cheek in his hand.
He presses his thigh against your core, teasing your shamefully dripping pussy for him, asserting his dominance over you. As if to reassure himself that he still has some kind of control over you.
"I'll rip my heart out before you lay even the tip of your littlest finger on me again." You promise him, but it seems unlikely considering the way you grind against his thigh, desperate to get away from him yet unable to do anything but endure his treatment.
"Then I will lay at your feet the heads of everyone who has caused you to leave me. Their lives, the lives of everyone in Middle-Earth, and their blood will be stained your hands."
You canât help but moan as his fingers find their way to your cunt and pinch it. You bite your lip until it bleeds as he pushes two of his fingers inside you, stretching the tight walls of your pussy for him once more.
"They already do. Since the day I brought you back... since the day I followed you and supported you. Since the day I naively fell into your arms believing that I meant as much to you as you did to me. Since then I have had your sins on my shoulders." You mumble, digging your fingers into his arms as he is tirelessly working on your pleasure.
"If what I feel for you is not love, then I don't know what it feels like."
And then you almost give in to him, almost surrender, wanting to believe his sweet words, wanting to believe that he is actually capable of loving you sincerely, that all those centuries spent by his side were not a waste of time at all.
Almost. Because you realize he is much wiser in the art of deceiving everyone around him than you will ever be.
You sigh as he removes his fingers and instead teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. And even though you know better than to give in to him like that, you can't stop or push him awayâtoo eager for his touch after so long apart to do the right thing.
Instead, you let yourself be submerged in his perfectly tailored illusion of him thrusting into you, glad that he's not actually with you in the flesh, because then you'd fail completely to him once again. In your mind, you find a twisted excuse for your actions and grab his hair hard, sinking your fingers into the perfectly coiffed bow and tugging on it as he pounds into you at an unforgiving pace.
"You will regret this. When I put a crown on you made of your blood and the blood of our enemies, you will regret having abandoned me. I will make you my ornament, my prize, a pretty thing on my arm. Then you will understand how I treat my toys." You whine as each sentence he says ends with him thrusting harder and harder into you.
You close your eyes and bite your lip, trying to keep from making too many sounds, but it doesnât meet with his approval. He wraps a warning hand around your neck, pressing down just a little as he forces you to look him in the eyes.
You feel the heat spreading across your chest, the ragged breaths that leave your lungs a reward that makes him redouble his efforts, abusing your poor, overstimulated body, forcing sweet whimpers and moans out of you over and over for his pleasure.
"The thing is... you've always treated me this way. Maybe we're both blindâme for seeing it too late and you for thinking you did me a favour by letting me love you endlessly when I got nothing in return."
"I have always adored you." He quickly denies it, telling you another well-practiced lie.
"Did you?" You ask, grabbing his chin firmly. He freezes for a moment, staring at you without saying a word, too surprised that you're still trying to defy him. "Look me in the eyes and tell me it was always me. Look me in the eyes and tell me you would give it all up for me. Look me in the eyes and tell me it was all in my headâthat I got your intentions wrong somehow, that instead of celebrating my love, you didn't take it for granted and started craving power more than my love. Look me in the eyes and tell me you would choose me over a hundred rings. I dare you. Show me your alleged love."
You hold your breath, waiting impatiently for his response. For the first time, you realise that you're seeing him without any words. He's staring at you, shocked and frozen, trying to get something out of his mouth.
You laugh bitterly, still with him deep inside you, as he proves to you exactly what you suspected, exactly what you didn't want to see all these years. He didn't truly love you. He never did.
"Get out of my mind. Have enough decency and mercy for my tormented heart and leave me alone." You beg him shakily, allowing yourself to show so much weakness. You close your eyes tightly, stopping any tears from spilling out as the painful truth hits you.
"I can't." He spits it out reluctantly, admitting, probably for the first time in a long time, honestly to you.
Sauron wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing you painfully against him. He digs his fingers into your arms, as if to make sure you don't break free from his grip. He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, taking a shuddering breath.
"Come back. Just come back."
You're not used to seeing him like this. To seeing him... lost, begging for something, being not the one in control. You close your eyes, letting your tears mingle with hisâthe ones that are dripping onto your cheek from his.
"To watch you tolerate my love again?" You spit at him angrily, and he shakes his head slightly. He removes his forehead from yours and cups your cheek gently in his hand, caressing it as he forces you to look at him again.
"To watch me make everyone in all Middle-Earth fall at your feet and worship you."
"I only want your adoration⊠it's a pity you're not able to give it to me honestly."
"Y/N... please." He tries one last time, pressing his lips to yours, stealing the words you wanted to use against him. You gasp into his desperate kiss as he begins to move his hips again, tearing you, your soul, and your body in half.
"It was not me who left us in ruins⊠you have no right⊠you have no right to ask or beg me for anything." You whine, letting your tears fall down your cheeks.
His plush lips kiss off each tear as he continues to desperately hold you, thrusting into you as if he can redeem himself through his sweet words and the pleasure he brings you.
"Y/N." He whispers desperately, pleadingly, as he brings the two of you closer and closer to climax, despite how reluctant you are to accept him inside you.
He craves your touch, your tenderness, and your warmth. He has to have you back; he can't imagine a world without you; he can't imagine you by anyone else's side but him. And if he has to burn all of Middle-Earth and take you against your will, then he will.
He will do anything to make you see again that you belong together, that he worships youâmaybe not to the extent you expect, but as madly and devotedly as his black rotten heart can handle.
"Get out of my mind, you deceiver."
"You⊠of all people⊠don't call me that⊠at least not you." He mumbles against your temple, pressing his lips there.
Every little whisper, every tender touch is just another dose of poisonâpoison you thought you were already healed from. But in that little moment between you, he reminded you so clearly of the power he has over you and how strong he is. Because even knowing what he is like, you couldn't fight the pull between you. That's why you had to stay away from him. For your own good.
The moment you both fall apart, reaching your peaks, you focus your power and throw him out of your mind, slamming the door shut with a bang. You breathe deeply, tiredly, as the connection between you weakens, even as you feel him hammering with all his might against the gates to your mind youâve closed. You allow yourself a moment of shuddering sobs, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself and holding on, rocking back and forth on the bed to somehow calm your shattered emotions.
Youâd forgotten how strong his illusions could be and how gracefully he could mess with the minds of others, passing off his thoughts to them as their own. You begin to wonder how much of you was really there and how much of the emotion you felt was really coming from him.
You decide you don't want to know.
You quickly gather yourself to set off on your journey, convinced that he has caught your scent and is already in pursuit of you. And you are not wrong. A few hours later, you watch in the distance as the village you stopped at burns under fire and the feet of orcs. At least he has not lied to you about this one thing.
He will burn the world to get to you.
You shiver, coming back to the present as a cold blade is pressed to your neck. You glance at the weapon and frown, recognizing Adar's black blade.
"I thought you wanted to meet like civilized beings?"
"As if you or I could be one." He whispers in your ear. You manoeuvre his hand and push him away from you, throwing him against the wall behind him and pulling out your blade. You aim it at him, watching him carefully.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to specify which side you are on." You laugh mockingly at the demand coming from him. He had definitely become too arrogant over the centuries he had managed to live through. Perhaps you should remind the fallen elf of his placeâŠ
"The answer has not changed since we last saw each other. I am on the only side that is right for me in this little war between you, Galadriel, and him. On my own."
"He wants you. And he won't rest until he gets you. You know that." You frown at his words, not at all appreciating the conversation about your former lover. The lover who continued to pursue you tirelessly despite how many times you had escaped the clutches of his orc army.
"And so?"
"We both know you will succumb to him the moment you come within his reach again. And Galadriel and I cannot have that. If you join him⊠the world will burn in the fires of his creation."
"It is already burning in the fires of its furious search for me." You growl, blocking the attack he launches at you just as you try to move away from him. You land a few blows, which he successfully blocks, but not as effortlessly as he would like.
"This flame we are able to control. The question is for how long?"
"You know very well that I will not join him of my own free will."
"Just enough to also know that he won't give you a choice once he catches you. Together you are too dangerous. So one of you must die."
"And you want it to be me?" You ask with a mocking smile on your face, ignoring the cold shiver that ran through you.
He was right. Partly. It seemed logical to destroy one of you since you were connected to Sauron. By getting rid of one, you take away some of the power from the other. And since you didn't seem like a particularly great threat, they wanted to remove you from the picture.
"I'd prefer it to be Sauron, but since you leave me no choice⊠I don't care whose dead bodies I step over to bring about his eternal end."
"Oh you showed this very well by sacrificing your so-called children." You mock him, pleased when you manage to hurt him in a vulnerable spot.
He attacks you harder this time, actually forcing you to block his sword. You push him away from you, moving to the next street, one that leads out more to the outskirts of the village, where you could see the nearby forest.
"I don't want you to die. But I will kill you if I have to." He growls, thrusting forward, trying his best to cut your skin with his blade.
Adar posed no threat to you. Yet you knew you would not be able to avoid their efforts to kill you for long. Eventually you would have to choose a side. But you feared your battered heart had not yet healed enough to make the best decisions for yourself.
"Then you will make him win. He'll have nothing to lose after my death. Literally nothing. And you know perfectly well what a desperate man will do, don't you, Adar?"
"Make him fall⊠or fall before him."
"What should I do? Return to his side and be your spy? Do you think he won't notice that I won't sense the trick? Or that I won't change my mind? He knows my mind. He will see over this little lie."
"But he doesn't know your heart." You can't stop the slight twitch of your facial musclesâa sign of weakness that he quickly spits out and greets with a dark, mocking smile of victory.
"I don't have one anymore." You answer without emotion, knowing that it is partly true. Part of your heart had been cut out, and what was left of it was no longer fit to function like it once did. Sauron made sure of it.
"That's why I trust you in terms of making him disappear once and for all." An unpleasant shiver runs through you, and a strange feeling of unease settles heavy in your chest at his words. The thought of killing him, of being part of the cause of his death, isn't... as liberating as it should be. Which scares you a little bit.
But before you can say anything, agree or reject his proposal by mocking him, you hear the howl of a warg coming from the nearby forest. And that could only mean one thingâŠ
"You fucking traitor." You growl at Adar and charge at him. He deliberately delayed you, allowing the orc scouts to catch up with you.
Instead of thinking about escaping, you think about how to hurt him the most. That's why you want to show him what happened to his children. You're both in the middle of the fight when the first orc units reach you. They throw themselves at you as well as at their father, with the difference that none of them dares to raise a weapon at you. They have a clear mission. To catch you and take you to their master. The rest of the world was of lesser importance to Sauron.
Unfortunately, Adar manages to escape the battlefield. If you weren't busy killing orcs, you'd mock what a coward he is, since he can't face what he once loved and cared for. On the other hand, unfortunately, you understand him. You realise this when, in this sudden commotion, amidst blood both black and red, the fire from the torched village, the screams of men, and the army of orcs, you see him.
Sauron. Halbrand. Annatar. Mairon. He had many names. And many faces. You wonder if you ever got to know his real one.
But you won't let me win that easily. That's why when your eyes meet his, you run in the opposite direction. He's not calling you. He's not stupid enough to think that you'll come to him of your own free will. That's why you run, not even turning to see if he's following you. Because you know perfectly well that if you focus your senses enough, you'll feel his breath on the back of your neck.
Running into the ruins of the forest, you know you have no escape route. They burnt everything and buried every possible hiding place, leaving only fire and darkness behind. Strangely, you didn't pay any attention to it. You wonder if your ignorance stems from the far worse things you've already seen while at Sauron's side or if you've simply stopped paying attention to things that don't directly concern you.
Your heart beats madly as you hear his footsteps behind you, and you feel him trying to simultaneously cage you in his arms and break through the barrier you've put up in your mind.
In your flight from him, you fail to notice how he manipulates your surroundings, masking his protruding crotch with his illusion. You stumble, giving him just enough time to catch up to you.
You fight him, trying to break through his armour with your dagger, but he doesnât let you squirm under him for long. He knocks the weapon out of your hands, catching your wrists in a tight grip and lifting them above your head. He lets you fight his clinging grip for a moment longer, staring at you intently, drinking in all the changes in you since he last saw you. And you canât stop your heart from beating a little faster at the sight of him.
"Are you done?" He asks you mockingly, piercing you through with his icy gaze.
"I don't know yet." You pant, still exhausted from running away from him and fighting him. You try to kick him with your legs and push him off of you, but he holds his ground above you, his body pinning you to the dead ground beneath you.
"I can go on like this for eternity." He warns you, bored, as if he hadnât spent all those nights over the past century searching for you, cursing your name as you slipped through his fingertips each time he was close to catching you.
"Me too." You growl at him angrily, renewing your attempts to defeat him with even more furious passion.
You managed to surprise him enough to somehow crawl out from under his grip. You push him away and stand up to keep running, but he grabs your ankle and pulls you back to him. And before you can react, his mouth is on yours, devouring you in the most ravenous, unholy way possibleâtaking your breath away, any thought that was going to cross your mind.
You can't help but moan into his mouth. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, ravaging you even more with each movement of his tongue against yours. He cups your cheeks in his hands, making sure you don't pull away from his kiss. He presses his body against yours with a groan, as he is finally able to properly sink into the feeling of your lips, warmth, and scent.
He can't count how many sleepless nights he spent thinking about you. It was pathetic, how frustrated he felt, how he had to meet his needs on his own, while sinful images of youâprecious memories he held ontoâtempted him and distracted him from his main mission.
But he finally had you. And he'd be damned if he'd ever let you walk away from his watchful gaze again.
"Lord Sauron we have taken overâŠ" The orc who was supposed to give him the message couldn't even finish his sentence as Sauron sent one of his blades towards him.
You could hear his dead body fall to the ground a little further away from you as Sauron hungrily, open-mouthed, moved along the column of your neck with his lips, placing wet kisses, leaving hickies and bite marks all the way down to your clothed chestâmarking you as his property once again.
"You killed him."
"I have many of them. And only one of you." He doesn't even have the decency to care about your accusation and stop kissing every tiny inch of your skin he can reach. You sigh, trying to pull away from him, but with each tender kiss he places against your skin, it becomes more and more difficult.
"It's exactly the same with your rings, and yet this rule doesn't apply when it comes to them."
"Don't start." He mumbles and pinches your side in warning. You give him a hurt, angry look, and he just chuckles darkly, thug-like. It's one of the rare times you see him so... relaxed and carefree, without any worries or plans nagging at him, when all he wants to do is lose himself in you.
"I should have killed you ages ago. Or myself. Or both of us." You mumble as his fingers begin to work on the laces of your blouse. He presses a kiss to your cheek, completely ignoring your small threats as he cups your breast in his hand and begins to fondle it. You hiss as he plays with your nipples, and you involuntarily tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer to you.
"And I should punish you for leaving me, but yet here I am, worshiping my queen." "We need each other. You know that. So stop fighting it." He whispers into the crook of your neck, continuing to pepper it with kisses. With your other hand, you reach for the dagger at your side and, taking advantage of its looseness, press the metal against the back of his neck.
"You may have needed me⊠but I never needed you."
"Lier." He growls, not moving an inch, waiting to see if you dare to pierce his skin and draw his black blood, or if you will finally give in to your wild desire, fuelled by a century of your running away from him.
"Deceiver." You respond just as furious, and you roughly push his head away from you so you can look him in the eye. He licks his lips, watching the furious look in your eyes, a raging storm of both lust and rage.
"A damn good couple, don't you think?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You bite your lip, staring at him, your grip on the dagger tightening as you lightly trace the line of hair at the nape of his neck with the tip of the blade, still hesitating.
"It's them or you. From the rain to the gutter."
"But only at my side will you become queen." He entices you and puts his hand around your neck, forcing you to lift your chin and meet his intense gaze.
"Queen of nothing." You comment, emphasizing the last word with a glance at the empty, scorched earth around you.
"My queen." He corrects you. He gently removes his hand from your body and reaches for the back of his headâwhere you still have an iron grip on his hair. You freeze when you feel him slide his little breast onto your free finger.
"This time we will be equal. Or I will bring doom upon us both."
And though your warning sends an unpleasant shiver of alarm through him, he ignores it completely. He leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising, passionate kiss, and can't help but smile as he hears and feels you drop the dagger to the ground.
"I think I can work with that." He mumbles against your mouth, throwing himself at you like a starving man looking for a warm meal.
You idly trace patterns on his back with your fingers, carefully considering your next move. For now, you'll let him think he's placated you and that he's on your good side again.
And in time, when he once again takes your devotion for grantedâand you're convinced he willâyou'll seize the opportunity against him. You'll be the queen of nothing. And you'll do it without a king by your side. If he can't celebrate your love, then you don't have to accept his rule.
This time you will be the one to tolerate his affection for you.
#annatar x reader#sauron x reader#halbrand x reader#oneshot#lotr#the rings of power#toxic relationship#romance#inspired by taylor swift#tolerate it#angst#hate sex#smut#love and hate#broken trust#run away#blind love#blind loyalty#deceiving#deceitful love
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Bound by loyaltyâs gentle chain, A captive heart, enduring pain. In shadows deep, the soul held tight, Forgets its wings, forsakes the light. Too faithful, blind to what is lost, A heart that loves, but pays the cost
#limbo#shadow#bound#loyalty#caring#devotional#sacrifice#captivity#emotional struggle#bound by love#inner conflict#faithfulness#blind loyalty#itslimbo#poetry
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I didnât mention this in the recording but I thought of satellite đĄ dishes đ
So yeah something NEFARIOUS is going on
Also, this envelope looked like it contained CASH đ”
#dirty work#Mark#drugs#drop offs#pick ups#mail#cabinet#ministers#under the table (cabinet)#dishwasher#family#food#BLIND LOYALTY#Bautista#Fautista?#governments#CEOâs#blondie đ±đœââïž lol đ
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#favorite#writing#love#fantasy#romance#fantasy romance#fantasy book#book quotes#quotes of the day#readers#funny quotes#blind loyalty
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you know what is genuinely heartening for me about wei wuxianâs character? we can very easily discern that throughout the course of the series, countless people are ready to kill wei wuxian but on the flip side?? wei wuxian is also someone who is capable of inspiring enough loyalty and love that people are willing to die for him. this is a random reference but i remember having a discussion about a kdrama (strongest deliveryman for anyone whoâs curious) and this one person said that it is easy to tell how good of a person the main character is because he has all these people surrounding him, ready to listen, ready to lay down their lives for him. and that is exactly the case with wei wuxianâit is a testament to his character that people like wen qing, wen ning, jiang yanli made the sacrifices that they did, just so he could live on. it is a testament to his character that lan wangji, an absolute paragon of virtue, would 100% die for wei wuxian. and yes, wei wuxian would stick his neck out for each of them as well but itâs the fact he doesnât have toâthat this loyalty is not transactional but something he has inspired within these people simply by being himself and doing the right thing and proving that he is deserving of their loyalty.
itâs the fact that other âleadersâ of their world did not only fail at earning loyalty but they were such horrible people that instead, they inspired betrayal within their subjects. itâs so fascinating how wei wuxianâs effect on people compares against the cultivation sect heirs and leaders because, despite all the odds stacked against him, he did a better job at actually leading the cultivation world (the war victory, the advocation for the wen remnants, the inventions that advanced the cultivation society) than any of these political figures at their peaks (and this includes jin guangyao with his watchtowers and lan wangjiâs arriving where the chaos is stuff, though these are validly debatable).
okay but point is: it is very easy to make people hate you and want to kill you, atleast in the mdzs world, but it is far more difficult to inspire the kind of loyalty that would make people want to die for you and wei wuxian, somehow, managed to do just that and not just once. also, that the people loyal to him, are some of the most morally upstanding charactersâas perceived either by the cultivation world and/or the fandom. isnât that so telling?
#and dont come at me with oh wen zhuliu was loyal to wen ruohan#and su she was loyal to jin guangyao#because was it loyalty or was it blind servitude#because here we kind of talk about loyalty that is earned by virtues of the person#not solely based on personal favors & personal biases#because loyalty doesnt mean lack of holding people accountable#which is what su she & wen zhuliu did#wei wuxian meta#wei wuxian#wei wuxian appreciation#mo dao zu shi#mdzs meta#mdzs fandom#mxtx mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#wen qing#wen ning#jiang yanli
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Like a cat clipping its own claws
I was talking with a friend recently about how Thistle continues to wear his silly little jester outfits all the way into the present day even as the mad mage, and while I agree to an extent that he just likes the aesthetic I also think it might be something he feels like he has to do, because otherwiseâŠ
Thistleâs very dubious acquirement as a child was specifically so Freinag could have the aesthetics of an elven court member without the danger his advisors worried an adult would present. From his very first moments in the court, it was clear that making him a simple jester was because they feared what would happen if he was allowed to gain too much power (and independenceâŠ) And the thing is, I think Thistle knows that.
In the end, Delgal ends up asking Thistle to learn magic and become the court mage anyways after his fatherâs death. Thereâs no way there werenât a lot of opinions about that from other people, especially his advisors, seeing as that was exactly what was feared could turn an amusing commodity into a dangerous threat. The fact that he was so secretive, too, about his investigations into the ruins I think might hint that he was aware of the optics of such a stunt.
But Thistle isnât stupid. From his reaction here to the way the villagers look at him Iâm sure he knowsâ whether from overhearing, being told directly, or simply picking up on the vibeâ that they think heâs dangerous and scary simply for being an elf.
So, why keep the silly outfits, especially when he doesnât seem to have any qualms with the villagers finding him scary now? Maybe he does just like wearing them. Or maybe⊠itâs a remnant of a desire the demon ate away a long time ago. Who is to sayâŠ
#polly speaks#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#thistle dungeon meshi#dungeon meta#delgal#freinag#thistle posting#he just wants to be loved aauauuauuauauauauauuauauauauauuauauaua#seeking love and affection though blind service and unquestioning loyalty. waugh
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Zorro with luffy
#zolu#rononoa zoro#monkey d. luffy#one piece#he is so gay amd whipped#tho the loyalty and devotion is not blind
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You're mine now, old man.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#a-qing#xiao xingchen#A-qing's story kicks off so strong. You really get a sense that she feels strongly attached to xxc during the pre-empathy scenes#and that she has a strong sense of loyalty and perseverance with strong survival instinct#but then you see her before all the tragedy and you *immediately* learn she is a clever trickster!#She follows xxc not out of gratitude but out of a sense that this guy is her meal ticket.#xxc is kind and strong but most importantly *noble*#she can smell the self-sacrificing bright eyed hope on this stranger. She knows the mere fact she's a young blind girl means#he will protect her. The fact he gives her a little money doesn't hurt her justification but tbh she would have followed all the same#a-qing is *the* catgirl of all time actually. Follows you for the fact you provide food and shelter. Opportunistic. May grow to be loyal.#That's not even getting into the parallels here between these two characters and wwx (who is seeing these events play out)#the yi city trio are arguably the three split aspects of wwx: who he feels like (a-qing the opportunist) who he wants to be (xxc the noble)#and who he feels seen as (xy the vengeful).#one day I'll write a more robust analysis on that. prob in the tags though#(His a-qing parallels are also tied with the fact they both were street rat orphans who learned how to code-switch to be whoever#they need to be to feel safe. I have a lot more thoughts to share but augh another time...another time)
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the lanes are build upon loyalty, it's literally the vein that keeps the heart of the place standing, the way the council doesnt see it is insane.
from the very beginning they show that. Vanders first words we hear in the series are literally him showing loyalty and then, when threatened, the lanes showing him loyalty right back. betrayal always comes with loyalty, that doesnt stop it from existing though and thats what the council fails to see, always.
they see betrayal but they dont see the loyalty that has to come before that. they want to sit in their chairs up high and think they are better but they betray each other too. it's shown throughout the entire show. they just have DIFFERENT opportunities to betray and backstab.
marcus even said himself that "there is a crime behind every coin" in the undercity and the irony will for ever be that it was his crime that gave him a bloody coin.
the council is full of those coins they just have the water to wash the blood off.
ignorance at its finest truly.
#arcane league of legends#arcane#thinking thoughts#theory#fan theory#just talking#ignorance#marcus arcane#the council#loyalty#betrayal#it really just comes down to turning blind eyes even to their own crimes#metaphors#mel medarda#jayce talis#heimerdinger#vander arcane#sevika#I just realized writing this with my pfp is kinda funny
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Water 7 was like specifically engineered to hit on every single sensitive spot Usopp has and honestly he almost under-reacted with how nuts the circumstances were for the moment that he snapped:
1. They just came off a fight where Aokiji knocked them around like it was nothing, where he had this realization:
So heâs going in already feeling super inadequate, more than he usually does (which is a lot already).
2. Relatedly, up to this point fixing the Merry was his job because they didnât have a shipwright yet. Her being unfixable probably felt, to him, like a personal failing because he was the one in charge of fixing her
3. The Merry was most like another crew member to him because heâs the one who worked on her most, AND he was the only one who saw her klabautermann at this point
4. The big elephant in the room here is that Kaya was the one who gave them Merry. So, you know, heâs attached to her most for this reason too
5. Thereâs also the fact that this probably hit on the very specific trauma of his motherâs death, because she also got sick enough that everyone deemed her unsavable.
6. On top of all that, it also hit on his trauma regarding his dad and abandonment: he doesnât want to repeat that and feel like he abandoned a crew member who needed him.
7. Speaking of abandonment, seeing a situation where, in his mind, the crew leaves someone behind who is now deemed useless probably touched on a lot of his own fears about his place on his crew and own perceived usefulness
8. He had also just been brutally beaten twice on the same day and is pretty badly injured, compounding both feelings of usefulness and aligning him with the merry in his mind in terms of physical state.
9. He had also just lost the money they needed to fix the Merry, again compounding the feeling that he was useless AND he was responsible for the Merry not being fixable
10. He woke up to the crew, who had already processed the news, telling him about it AND that a decision had been made, which made him feel like it was a him vs them thing
Thereâs probably more I think but yes, it is completely unsurprising that he fell apart so spectacularly
#one piece#op#usopp#water 7#speaks#honestly I KNOW he was self sabotaging and snapping here but#I kinda respect him standing up to Luffy for what he thought was right#Luffy needs to be challenged more often generally speaking#this is probably an unpopular opinion but I never liked the blind loyalty = good thing that one piece champions#I think the best people to have in a crew are the ones who challenge you đ€·ââïž
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following the theory that loki intentionally banded the avengers together so he could sicc them on thanos later, after he took the throne in T:TDW, i think he'd be so angry at the events of civil war like:
loki as odin: hello heimdall, how do earth's mightiest heroes fare as of late?
heimdall: they have disagreed on many subjects and split up two days ago
loki:
heimdall:
loki: they haVE WHAT?
cue loki coming down to earth and bonking everyone's heads together until they all get along again
stark: how the heck are you alive???
loki: skills. listen here, i did not pour my blood, sweat and tears to form this team for you idiots to throw all my hard work out the window!
loki, grabbing rhodes and stark by the wrists: now, we are going to get your little friends out of prison, understood?
like an exasperated kindergarten teacher, y'know?
Loki, hitting Steve over the head with a newspaper: he's your friend, of course he's upset you lied to him about something like this
Tony: hah!
Loki, giving Tony a death glare: did you have to fight each other about it
#Loki should lecture them on morals good sportsmanship lying loyalty and self sabotage#Loki @ Scott like 'and what are you here for??'#and Scott is like awh he doesn't know me. uncool.#Loki: I just don't see why you're risking your right to see your daughter over some skirmish you have no business with#Scott: uhm#Loki: do you WANT to update your criminal record bc there are better ways to do it.#Scott: -__-#Loki: ways that don't involve parasocial relationships and blind loyalty to some national icon you had never ?? met in person before????#Scott: I just wanted to be included#Loki: eat the rich when it doesn't involve damage to public resources next time#Bucky: hi#Loki: i have no notes#Peter: 0-0#Loki turning back to Tony: and the CHILD--
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nothing, just thinking about how javier is so coyote-coded and low honor arthur is represented by a coyote âŠ
#something something about how arthurâs outlaw lifestyle could in one direction be a catalyst for evil and cruel deeds#how dutchâs preachings arthur could use as a âmeans to an endâ philosophy to rampant crime and corruption#and how this mentality takes him distances that are metaphorically represented by a black coyote#the evil inside him#the sooted cruel byproduct that dutch raised with his own two hands#and how javierâs loyalty blinds him#while he may not exactly share this ashed blackened coat he is still a canine with fangs#a one who bares them in the name of the outlaw lifestyle#the one that welcomed him with open arms#the one that felt like dutchâs embrace#and javier never contracted an illness#he never had something to rock him to his core so deep that be felt the courage to question all heâd known#and so his fangs stayed sharp#and that outlaw blood of his never left him#not at least until it was spilt on the loose sand of mexico when john caught back up with him#anyway. just been thinking.#rdr2#arthur morgan#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption#rdr#javier escuella#rdr2 meta#kinda ?#hero's talking to himself again#text#john marston#mentioned
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I am thinking about. Jamie and the Second Doctor.
Because out of all the incarnations of the Doctor, Two is arguably the one who uses manipulation and disguises the most. He thrives on using people's intelligence against them, on tricking people, on bluffing and his bluffs working. He has a different disguise every story pretty much and is constantly playing some kind of role.
And then you look at Jamie, and some of Jamie's most front and center traits are his loyalty and his honesty (and protectiveness, but less applicable). Jamie is loyal to a fault and extremely trusting of the Doctor. He's honest and straightforward and deeply caring.
And Jamie is the one who sticks by the Second Doctor for as long as he physically can--and you'd look at those two characters, one who is manipulative and cunning, and one who is loyal to a fault, and you'd think the Doctor would easily be able to take advantage of Jamie, that Jamie would just be a tool for him but he's not, they're on equal footing. Jamie pulls the Doctor down and reminds him what being human is all about.
#wren rambles#doctor who#second doctor#jamie mccrimmon#something in there about every doctor having one specific companion who balances them out and tackles that incarnations exact biggest flaw.#for One it's probably Barbara and Ian (Barbara if we're being specific)#been a while since i saw the other classics#ten its donna for SURE#probably something in there for twelve and clara#though i'm not sure if she exactly cancels out his flaws or just Makes Him Worse <3#leela filling a similar role for Four that jamie fills for two?#that like... so called primitive Lower Intelligence contrasting with the Doctor's Higher Intelligence#or something#it's the doctor needing someone to remind him about human emotions and things#because he's so Able to overlook all that#and risks seeing people just as tools#and Two is more susceptible to that than other doctors I think#so contrasting him to Jamie's almost blind loyalty is *chefs kiss* fantastic#anyway i dont know if i am at all explaining myself but yeah#point is. the doctor could get jamie to do pretty much anything#point is. he doesn't
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here are some old front costumings i forgot to post of my godhood au
idk if i like them all that much but they do show the ideas well. also left nico does haunt me as, just yeah
#pjo#percy jackson#nico di angelo#annabeth chase#my art#i guess#will solace#percy with 'loyal guard dog' motifs my belovedd#also i just like making nico even weirder. and i think it makes nice parrallels with percy being sort of devine sustenence with being#like loyalty and sort of devotion in those you care for while nico is his oppisite with his distrust and his issolationism and how you can#(and i Will ) make them symbolism for the modern death of like blind devotion /prayers to the gos (kindoff?)#ider what i was thinking really but yeah sm along the lines of how godly worship has changed for the pantion since and how percy insured#they survived through Actully being their for their kids/family and how nico has this whole thing of just#complete nonexistance? idk but the idea of nico being even less welcome on olympus then his dad IS hilarious. like objectivly.#godhood au
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Charles Leclerc discusses his future with Scuderia Ferrari. His contract currently ends in 2024. đ„: SkySports F1 (February 14, 2023)
#charles leclerc#f1#*#my edit#f1edit#scuderia ferrari#he's giving me more and more hope that his loyalty to the red team is not blind đđŒ#interview#feb 14 2023#car launch 2023
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I'M HERE AGAIN HELLOO HIIIIII :D
question about vandermorgan cuz I'm curious....
do you have any headcanons and how do you see their relationship?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
#DVL and AMs relationship being a toxic feedback loop built on DVLs dependence on AM and AM seeing DVLs validation as something he needs#it's completely ripe for abuse. AM feels devalued by DVL but consistently puts him and his wants above all else and DVL takes and takes#because he needs his followers and sycophants and dreamers and sons and daughters and lovers and soldiers to make him more than what he is.#He thrived on AMs blind loyalty because it allowed him to indulge his own vain ideal of a rebellious leader championing his idea of freedom#and america and a mans own right to live his life however he pleased when he had someone else willing to die behind it.#I know it's touchy for some but the father/son aspect of their relationship regardless of it serving as another form of control reward and#punishment can't be ignored or minimised. DVL was a patriarchal figure not just to AM but the gang which impacted how they both tried to#define their relationship. It's boring to brush it away to sanitise their dynamic when taken to a romantic/sexual context. GET FREUDIAN NOW#They're like kitten daddy is going to kill himself if he doesnt get his tahiti money đ„șđ„șđ„ș If you loved me you'd get me a mango farmđ„șđ„ș#Well that's the gist of it... and regarding your other ask: Nah I'm a native English speaker. I don't post art terribly often but thanks! I#want to redraw that old drawing at some point. Idk about good vibes but I'm pretty horizontal if were talking abusive cowboys.#asks#vandermorgan
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