#Betrayal (2024)

[amuelia]

small drawing as im looking forward to watching tales of the empire tomorrow

[sprinklesharkie]

thwacked

[valsmotive]

You believe me like a god, I betray you like a man.

I'm sorry I'm the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again. So when you leave me, I should die. I deserve it, don't I?

brocedes & challengers (inspired by @/QUART20RARO)

[luna-loveboop]

So... Warriors

It is obvious by now he's not ok. He's irritable and tense.

I've had thoughts and ideas on this for awhile, so I think now's a good time to speak them. Very important detail at the end.

There are some really big and some small things adding to his stress

The drama with the sword. Wild went against the agreed plan, and lashed out in anger fear for twilights injury. From things Jojo said, Wars is mad about it for a while.

I have said this in other posts, but based on things Jojo has said and some details, I do not think Wild likes wars. He has not really gotten close to him, which adds on to the negativity between them

But Wars... is a captain. This journey is different, and he's doing amazing at setting aside expectations of how to work with rank. But that is still a clear stressor- to him that was unacceptable in battle

^this is one big thing we watched go wrong and has clearly been upsetting since

Another thing is

Wars has been taking on too much. We've seen him break up a fight at the inn, comfort Time (time!), and tell him he'd take care of the others.

Twice he said "let them", and "let him be"-making others have space they needed. He asked Four what was wrong and followed up with helping with smithing.

^^These are all small things. None of these are huge- practically tiny tasks. But they add up- all the attention to others feeling but not his own

... and

Wars has not smiled. Yes, he smiled, but it was not his smile. Since Twilight went injured to the inn, there has only been smiles in a way expected, but not much beyond when he found out his friend wasn't dead. (And when he helped Four at the blacksmiths)

In the updates, I have seen others saying how cool/pretty he looked. Which he did! But emotion wise, I only thought he looked angry. Even when teasing Twilight...

^Not his smile

But here's the biggest thing that I believe is bothering him...

I've wanted to point this out for awhile. The thing is, Wars was really hurt when he found out Twilight didn't tell him about Wolfie

It's small details. A few sentences and facial expressions. But they add up over the chapter, and I don't think he felt trusted or trusting when he found out

He tried to find out who else knew

And why he was one who didn't

*read the blurred words:

"No one said anything to me, I'm just left out of the loop. Who else knows? Just us?"

Wolfie being secret wasn't necessarily about trust, but wars took it personally. He really didn't understand or want to accept that Twilight would have told some of the others but not him...

Wars is distinctly closer to the ones his age, who the younger ones often turn to. And as someone who's been through war, who bonds closest with those he feels he works with best?

Twilight having a major secret he didn't share with Wars, but did with others,

Felt like a knife to the (back?) chest.

And it hurt him

Look at his face when saying "we couldn't do a thing for him". He's looking away, directly after asking four and wild if they knew. I don't think he felt trusted. Or trusting. From thinking someone wasn't who he thought he was, and maybe was closer to others...

^^this is what I think is perhaps the biggest stressor- yet most unnoticeable

Wars never spoke to anyone about his feelings. He pushed it aside and went and helped.

This is ok. Between people so close, anything can be worked out. This is very revealing of how much Wars cares about twilight and the others

As far as Warriors pushing aside his needs and focusing on others... it's hard.

But I can confidently say this: Warriors would never want to not help all he could, when the others needed him

Here's this screenshot that makes me laugh (and somehow sky is just chill with this?)

Wars: oh my god my friend just came back from a wolf what the Hylia who can I even trust I'm having an invisible crisis

Sky: oh yay the sword helped he's back :)

Twilight: I'm fine *currently dying*

Wars is stressed right now. He's taken on too much, he's probably still mad at Champion, and... he feels betrayed (god wars should never have to feel betrayed) and untrusted

Like literally everyone ever others, wars deals with his hurt. Sometimes he can't deal with it alone, and sometimes he can. It will all work out, and I love how much he loves his brothers.

But nothing, I repeat nothing

Will be ok

IF HE DOESNT START WEARING THE DAMN SCARF SOON CMON WE HAVENT SEEN IT IN LIKE TEN UPDATES

PUT ON YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF CMON MAN

Ok I'm calm <3

.

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse :D

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Christmas Snippet 2024

Merry Christmas everyone! Here's a present for you!

Villain was just about to open their next present when the doorbell rang. The chatter and laughter from the team died down. Who could that possibly be?

“Maybe it’s Christmas carolers?” Sidekick asked.

“At our base?” Supervillain asked, “unlikely.”

The doorbell rang again, followed by weak yet persistent knocking.

“I’ll get it,” Villain said, setting their parcel down.

They headed to the foyer and opened the front door. They stood frozen in shock for a few minutes.

“Well, Villain? Who is it?” Henchman called.

Villain took a minute to find the words. In front of them stood their very own nemesis, Hero, shaking in their hero suit and staring up at them with big, sad eyes.

“I um… I didn’t know where else to go,” Hero said quietly.

Villain blinked. They had never seen Hero like this before, all pathetic and so terribly small. And injured, they noted, as bloody patches on their suit grew wider and redder.

“Villain, come on,” Supervillain put a hand on their shoulder, “who is- oh!”

“S-sorry,” Hero chattered, “I can leave, I didn’t know you were having a party.”

Hero choked on a sob at that last part, as though the very idea of parties was traumatic to them.

“Come inside,” Supervillain said.

Villain opened the door wider for them, holding an arm out should Hero need steadying. It turned out that they did; they were just over the threshold when they collapsed into Villain.

Villain half-carried Hero inside, setting them down in their armchair that they had been sitting in just minutes before.

“I-I’m staining your furniture-” Hero protested.

“Meh, it adds to our aesthetic,” Sidekick said dismissively.

Henchman draped Hero in a blanket and handed them a mug of hot cocoa.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Villain asked gently.

Hero shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

“It just, it hasn’t been a very good Christmas,” they said quietly.

They did start sobbing at that, their tears making little ripples in their drink. Supervillain took the mug and set it on the side table. After a while, Hero sniffled.

“Can you tell us who did this to you?” Henchman asked.

Hero wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Hesitantly, they nodded.

“My team,” they said.

The criminals exchanged quick, bewildered glances with each other.

“Your team?” Supervillain asked, “why would they-”

“Said I was making us look bad. Everyone else has impressive powers and then there’s me who’s only good for ‘whipping up homemade popsicles.’”

Villain’s hands curled into fists, but they tried to contain their anger for Hero’s sake.

“They d-did all this,” Hero gestured to their wounds, “then said not to come back.”

Hero put their head in their hands and started crying once more. Sidekick put a hand on their shoulder in an attempt to comfort them.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with their Christmas presents now,” Hero said.

“They don’t deserve-” Henchman started to growl.

Supervillain held a hand up.

“Well, you know, Christmas isn’t over yet,” they said, “would you like to celebrate with us?”

Hero looked up.

“We can have a room made up for you just how you like it,” Supervillain offered, “you won’t be alone, and you can stay indefinitely, or for however long as you feel comfortable.”

“But I’m not a-” Hero started, “I can’t do what you all- I’m not a villain.”

“So what?” Villain said, “we could all use a moral compass, you’d be our live-in hero!”

“You don’t have to answer right now,” Supervillain said, “how about we get you patched up and go from there?”

Hero looked taken aback, as though kindness from others had eluded them all their life.

“Yes please,” they said.

…

It was well into the evening when Hero started showing off their favorite party trick- making it snow indoors. Sidekick tried to catch snowflakes on their tongue while Henchman brought in a tray of cookies. Supervillain added a few flames to the fire with their powers.

“Where did Villain go? They’re missing the snow!” Sidekick said.

“Right here!” Villain answered, coming inside with a present.

They set it down on Hero’s lap. Hero blinked, then looked up at them with wide eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this!” they said.

“Oh I think I did,” Villain smiled.

Hero tore at the wrapping paper and opened the box underneath. They stared slack-jawed at the gift inside. A fleece, weighted blanket with snowflakes scattered across the fabric.

“I hope it’s okay I kinda ran with the superpower theme,” Villain said nervously, “but I know you get cold faster than anyone, and the weight helps with anxiety and- oh!”

Hero had jumped up and hugged Villain as tightly as their stitches would allow. Villain hugged them back.

“I love it, thank you,” Hero said, squeezing tighter.

“Yep,” Villain choked out, “can’t breathe.”

Hero finally released them, beaming widely.

“Hey, look!” Sidekick pointed to the ceiling.

The pair looked up at the mistletoe dangling over them.

“Oh, Villain, you don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

Hero was cut off by Villain’s lips pressing gently against theirs. Hero had never felt this close to melting before.

Henchman and Supervillain cooed, clapping soflty. Sidekick stuck their tongue out, regretting that they had pointed the plant out.

“Merry Christmas, Hero,” Villain said.

Hero smiled, the sparkle back in their eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Villain.”

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[schyrosoreffs]

... waow... theyre so coquette...

[librathefangirl]

@whumpgifathon | Day 20: Blood | Bloody Hands | Bleeding Out Killjoys | S01E07 | John Jaqobis

[ayilings]

strangers

[bibliophilesince2003]

Transformers One

I just thought of something sad. Now, my fellow fans, you will suffer with me. I apologize in advance. Also, if you haven't seen Transformers One yet... this is your warning. Spoilers are present!

Orion, D-16, Elita, and Bee were given t-cogs by Alpha Trion. D-16 became a tank, equipped with a massive gun. Orion received smaller guns, but they can only be used in his vehicle form. At least, that's the only time we see them in use before be became Optimus Prime.

That means Orion had the ability to defend himself when he was trying to stop D-16 from killing Sentinel. He took punches to the face. He fell to the ground. I think it's safe to say that Orion knew D-16 would resort to violence, and yet...

He never fired at D-16.

He could have seriously hurt his friend, or at least slowed him down. I think Orion hoped D-16 would stop, evaluate the situation, and consider how to best deal with Sentinel. Orion didn't think D-16 would fire on him... why else would he get in D-16's way? Or, maybe he wanted to keep D-16 from succeeding in his task, which would taint his reputation. Maybe Orion acted recklessly and wasn't really thinking, but I highly doubt that. There was purpose behind it.

Hurting or killing D-16 wasn't his priority, even if he had the ability to use force.

He still held out hope that his best friend would come back. He hoped hesitance and critical thinking would come to the forefront of D-16's mind.

Orion only fights when he has to, even in the bleakest of times. His words are powerful for a reason.

So yeah, now I'm sad. Orion cared more about his friend's condition than his own.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me"

Content warning: hospital whump, (arguably) bad caretaker

“You lied to me.” 

Those were the words Caretaker was greeted with when they entered Whumpee’s hospital room. They looked small and sickly in their bed, medical equipment seeming to engulf their thin frame. A sickly blush covered their face, looking almost like a rash on irritated skin. Their eyes were still glassy, but far more alert than when Caretaker had last seen them. 

Caretaker hadn’t expected them to be awake yet. Let alone sitting upright in bed. Let alone glaring at Caretaker with so much venom that they nearly took a step back in shock.

:”Baby, what–”

“You said you’d never force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. You lied.”

“I–,” the denial died in Caretaker’s throat before it formed. Whumpee was right, technically. Caretaker had known they would refuse to go to the doctor. The only reason they’d gone before was because they’d been unconscious, and even then they’d demanded to be released as soon as possible. They would never willingly decide to go to the hospital.

Caretaker knew all that. And so when Whumpee, already struggling to recover from what they’d endured under Whumper, had fallen ill, Caretaker knew they’d never agree to see a doctor. 

And so Caretaker hadn’t bothered asking. 

It’d been easy to slip something into their food. They usually would’ve noticed it instantly, but illness had dulled their sharp mind and left them half delirious with fever. It’d been easy to bundle their limp, far too light body in a blanket and tuck them into the car. It’d been easy to ignore the look of betrayal in their half lidded eyes, and pretend their slurred objections were just incoherent mumblings. 

Some part of them had hoped Whumpee wouldn’t remember it. 

“I had no choice,” they said instead. 

“You had no choice?” Whumpee laughed, humorless and unpleasant. “You drugged me and dragged me to the hospital. Who forced you to do that?”

“I had to, Whumpee. You weren’t getting better. You were sick, and injuries from–...from before–,” Caretaker hesitated, stuttering. 

Whumpee did not. “From Whumper? You can say it. I’m not going to fall apart.”

Caretaker nodded, swallowing thickly. “You were already hurt, your body couldn’t handle illness alongside that. You may not remember but–,” the memory of the coughing fits that left Whumpee struggling to stay upright, the unfocused and cloudy eyes staring dully at nothing, the ever rising number on the thermometer, flashed through Caretaker’s mind. “--it was bad. I was worried you’d die. I just wanted to help you, and I knew you wouldn’t let me.”

“So it’s my fault now?,” Bitterness dripped from every word Whumpee spoke. They tried to lift themselves into a more upright position, arms shaking from the effort, and Caretaker had to resist the urge to rush over and help them. “It’s my fault I don’t get to make decisions for myself anymore?” 

“I never said that.”

“You think you just have a right. Because you ‘care about me’, you have the right to ignore every single thing I want. Because you’re smarter, because you know better.” 

“Just listen–”

“No, you listen,” the words came out in a growl. Whumpee’s hands gripped at the bedsheets, shaking. “Everyone’s always–always deciding shit for me! Treating me like I can’t be trusted anymore, like I’m some little kid who can’t think for themselves! Whumper thought the exact same thing, but it’s fine when you do it, right?!”

“Stop it.” the words came out more harshly than Caretaker had expected. Whumpee flinched back as if they’d been hit, falling silent. “Don’t compare me to them. I’m trying to help you, and you’re fighting me at every turn! We just got you back, and it’s like you’re trying to leave again,” the words spilled out of Caretaker, half angry, half pleading. “I’m not going to sit by and let you hurt yourself.”

The two fell into silence. For the briefest moment, a look of fear flash over Whumpee’s face. They shrank back, and in that instant the guilt Caretaker felt nearly sent them to their knees. Whumpee’s look of resentment returned only a moment later, but the anger that had fueled it seemed snuffed out. They wouldn’t look Caretaker in the eye. 

The beeping of Whumpee’s heart monitor, insistent and far too fast, felt like a condemnation in Caretaker’s ears. 

Caretaker let out a shuddering sigh, a hand coming up to rest in their hair. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Whumpee was silent for a long moment, not turning their gaze upward. When they finally spoke, their voice was quiet, drained of energy. “Just leave.”

“Please, just let me explain–,”

“Please. Don’t make me beg.” 

“I’m sorry.”

Whumpee didn’t respond. They didn’t look up when Caretaker left.

[theta-donaldson]

I'm a bit slow to start my skystar week, but better late than never!

Day one is betrayal/intimacy and I chose betrayal based on the scene where Starscream shot Skyfire's hand. Poor Skyfire. :(

[serickswrites]

Cross

Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution, forced to watch, betrayal, knife, blood

"It didn't have to be this way," Smallest Teammate said as they strained to try and reach through the bars of their cell to Teammate One and Team Leader.

Teammate One had handcuffed Team Leader to a metal bed frame and they were now taking their time attaching the jumper cables to the frame.

"Oh, but it did. It did, Smallest Teammate," Teammate One said with a smile. "Don't you think, Team Leader?"

Team Leader spat at Teammate One. They hadn't done anything but glare at Teammate One since Teammate One showed up, Smallest Teammate in tow, knife held to Smallest Teammate's throat demanding Team Leader come with them.

Smallest Teammate had tried to escape, tried to fight back, but Teammate One over powered them. Teammate One was always the strong one. The cut on Smallest Teammate's arm had stopped bleeding shortly after Teammate One had shoved them in the cell.

Teammate One had handcuffed Team Leader to the frame first. Team Leader hadn't fought back. Hadn't done anything to stop Teammate One. They couldn't risk Smallest Teammate being hurt.

"Please, you don't have to hurt them," Smallest Teammate pleaded as Teammate One stepped back.

Teammate One gave a wicked grin. "I know. But I want to," they said as they flipped the switch on the battery, sending electricity shooting through the bed frame.

Team Leader screamed as the current passed through the frame and into them. Their body was on fire and cold. Their body was frozen and moving. There was nothing they could do to stop. Nothing they could do to protect Smallest Teammate. Nothing they could do but hope that Teammate One would turn the battery off soon and leave.

Team Leader had to hope that Teammate Two would find them. Would realize that Teammate One had betrayed them all. Team Leader had to hope because if they didn't, they would have nothing to hold on to. They had to hold onto something. For Smallest Teammate.

Just as Team Leader thought they couldn't endure anymore, Teammate One flipped the switch again. Team Leader sagged against the frame, unable to lift their head.

"Team Leader! Team Leader! Say something!" The desperation in Smallest Teammate's voice had Team Leader wanting to say something. Wanting to lift their head and reassure Smallest Teammate.

But as Team Leader started to lift their head, Teammate One chuckled and flipped the switch once more. It was all Team Leader could do to stay awake as their body burned once more. Hope. Hope that was the only thing they had.

[valsmotive]

I don't want what you have, I want to be you.

brocedes & brutus by the buttress

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Long Live Evil

a young woman dying from cancer is offered the chance to enter the world of her & her sister’s favourite book series, to steal a magical flower that could save her in the real world

when she finds herself in the body of the villainess who’s about to be executed, she befriends and manipulates her way through the story to reach her goals (and have some fun along the way), but quickly learns that things might not go the way she expects

[whump-me]

Whumptober 2024 Day 3: Set Up for Failure

He crept through enemy headquarters, trying to stop his hands from shaking. For some reason, the boss thought he was qualified for this mission—him! He wouldn’t be afraid. He would make the boss proud.

He turned a corner, following the directions he had memorized—and found himself staring into the eyes of the enemy commander himself.

He jumped back with a squeak. Quickly, he pulled his gun and raised it in trembling hands.

The commander chuckled. “There’s no need for that. The fighting is done with now. Your boss and I made a deal—and you were the payment.”

[citrusinicake]

Vitalasubzam Week 2024 Day 5: Gods / Worship

man wormhole arc was so sad amirite guys? <--- hasnt reached that part yet

so the posing is somewhat based on this shot from perfect blue where me-mania is being a parasocial creep

obv i dont think vitalasys like that at all but if theres any shot that exemplifies "coveting" to me its this one