#I love revenge. I love drama. Look how my love has destroyed me . look at who ive become without you . ITS SOOOOO…………..

[wuahae]

HMMMMM in regards to the requests with the weird stuff . im throwing u my pitch of an idea i had but i doubt i’ll ever get to writing but . something dark with joseon era lord!jeonghan? like he’s infamously known amongst the townspeople to never cross him because he’s always a hairtrigger away from going axe-crazy and killing anyone who gets on his bad side . but then you’re also his morality pet who he loves oh so dearly . idk. jeonghan with a glint in his eye and with blood smeared on his face and his sword dripping crimson but then he always caresses your cheek and greets you gently and softly. IDK.

teehee cat here u go sorry it took a week

lord!jeonghan x maid(?) reader | warning for horror i guess | words: 1k

it happened again.

you can tell because the servants are pale as they rush around, murmuring in hushed voices. one of the new kitchen maids looks absolutely terrified as she brushes past you. “–d you see? …covered in blood, and he was still–”

“enough,” the old housekeeper snaps. “hurry and draw a bath for young master yoon. and tell the laundry to prepare vinegar and cold water.”

(it’s been years since jeonghan has been young master yoon, but sometimes you think that grandfather seo looks at jeonghan and sees the person he used to be. grandfather seo had always been so affectionate, too sentimental beneath his cantankerous facade.)

you watch, silently, as the kitchen maids clutch at their sleeves and bow their heads before hurrying to their duties. nobody spares you a glance, not even grandfather seo. instead, he sighs heavily and sits on one of the ornate granite stools in the courtyard, groaning as his joints creak. 

hot water, you think. one of the kitchen maids should bring him a basin of hot water and a towel for his bad back. you can imagine the thick, humid air of the kitchen, the large glazed jug resting on the stove, always filled with water and piping hot, ready for whoever needs it. the smell of the straw fire, the smoke stinging at your eyes. but instead of walking the familiar path back, you gather your robes and walk towards the main house. 

(there was a time when you were a maid too, with chapped hands and the persistent smell of smoke clinging to your clothes. but it’s been years since you stepped into the kitchen. you hold a strange position in this house– not a servant anymore, but not a lady either. something in between. a pet, they used to sneer. the young master’s beloved, grandfather seo says.)

the moonlight-sheer silk of your outer robes flutter in the wind as you make your way across the courtyard and under the arch separating the back of the manor from the front. the sun is setting now, and the sky is bloody red, making your white robes glow scarlet. 

jeonghan sits in his private chambers, legs crossed, elbow propped against his desk. there are no servants here– nobody is brave, or foolish, enough to cross jeonghan’s path when he’s in such a state. the sliding door leading to the gardens is open, and as soon as he sees you rounding the corner, his expression brightens.

“oh, my little dove,” he calls out to you, tilting his head affectionately. “i’ve missed you all day.”

you smile, hands clasped, as you make your way towards him. “good evening, my lord. did you just return?”

jeonghan looks like a disaster. his celadon-blue robes are covered in blood, soaked into the heavy silk like ink stains. there’s blood spattered on his cheek and on his hands, and he’s still carrying his sword, unsheathed, covered in gore. 

you carefully step up onto the threshold of the room, holding the hem of your skirts out of the way. they swirl like gossamar as you walk towards him and take a seat at his side.

jeonghan finally takes the cloth off his desk and begins to wipe the blood off his sword, like a ritual. “where have you been all day?”

“i apologize for my absence, my lord,” you say as you begin to pour him tea. white tea, his favorite. “i was feeling weak this morning, so i rested.”

“my poor darling,” he croons, pausing to lift his hand to your cheek. the blood has dried now and flakes off his skin like rust. impossibly gently, he strokes his fingers down the line of your jaw, as if to reassure you. you imagine the blood smearing in streaks. 

swallowing down the lump in your throat, you smile at him again and present him his tea. “it’s nothing to worry about.”

jeonghan sighs, but he doesn’t take his tea. “you know i worry, though. how can i not?”

“you’re too good to me,” you mumble, looking away.

“never.” the tender, loving way he tucks your hair behind your ear is at odds with the scent of blood and gore on his hands. he tilts his head into your field of vision in that silly way that he always does, smiling even as his hair falls into his face. 

“i heard about what you did today,” you say quietly.

jeonghan’s smile falters for just a moment, but it passes in a blink of an eye. “don’t fret, darling. you know i don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”

of course, jeonghan’s grasp of morality isn’t quite all that… there. at least, not these days. you wonder how much he had to torture today’s poor victim before he got the confession he wanted to hear, regardless of whether it was true or not. 

“you’re unhappy.” jeonghan frowns. “please trust me.”

“i do,” you tell him. it’s a lie, and you know he can tell. 

“i swear.” his hand closes around yours, leaving rust-colored smears of blood on the white silk of your sleeve. “i won’t rest until i’ve fulfilled my promise. you remember that, don’t you?”

(you remember. by the time he finds you, it’s too late. you stare up at grey clouds, lightening with daybreak, eyes open but not seeing. who did this, he asks, but you can’t answer.

jeonghan has never begged before, but he’s on his knees now, gripping your shoulders, begging you. the great lord yoon pleading to a mere servant girl who somehow became something precious to him. he makes the promise right then and there. revenge.)

there’s no point. you want to tell him, but you can’t, so you just smile at him and squeeze his hand in return. your dear jeonghan, too cunning and vengeful for his own good. 

he’ll find out eventually, you’re sure because jeonghan always finds out in the end, that the man who killed you had drowned in the river later that same night, his head held down under the water as he struggled. all the desperation in the world is nothing in the face of a vengeful spirit. 

(you had waited until he stopped moving, and then you counted to 100 after that just to make sure, and then you watched as the body was carried by the water out of town, out towards the sea.

and then when you were done, you turned back and stepped out of the river. you needed to be back at the manor by daybreak. you weren’t supposed to be out, and jeonghan would be upset to find you gone.

the sun was rising.)

[vivmaek]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PART SEVEN (roast edition)

Libra Suns are soo oblivious sometimes. I can never tell if they’re doing it to get something or if they’re actually having a dumb blond moment. 

People with Mars in the 2nd house need to learn how to share. They become territorial over their possessions. As children, they were the types of kids to show off a cool toy and then go, “but you can’t play with this one because it's special.” 

Mars in Pisces are the types to make a passive aggressive comment under their breath, and then when someone calls them out, they go, “I didn’t say anything!” 

When people who have Mercury in the 8th house become obsessed about something, they will never shut up about it. Just when you think you’ve managed to steer conversation into a new direction, they will find a way to bring up whatever topic is plaguing their mind. 

Pluto in Sagittarius generation is so self-righteous. Everyone is overly aggressive with their opinions, everyone thinks they’re right, and everyone is under the impression that we’re going to be these revolutionary radicals who will serve justice to those oppressed when most spend their time on the internet trying to cancel people. Like seriously we get so heated over nothing sometimes. I think that's because this generation really struggles with misdirected passion. I’m excited for these Pluto in Aquarius babies tho 

Aries Moons and their temper tantrums, that's all. 

People who have their Mars in Taurus will destroy things when they get angry, literally like a raging bull. They make a mess and fling things around, like what is that accomplishing?? And then afterwards they clean it up like nothing ever happened. 

The uncomfortable look on a Gemini Moon's face when someone starts to cry, they wanna leave asap and are looking for the nearest exit. 

Leos will cry, scream, and throw a fit over their hair. DO NOT MESS WITH THEIR HAIR. It's the one quality they like about themselves. A bad haircut or color treatment will have them SPIRALING. Like a serious identity crisis. They die inside when someone goes, “It's just hair, it will grow back.” 

Mercury Libras and the lies they spread! They lie about the smallest things and it's usually in an effort to people-please. 

People with their Mars in Sagittarius are psychos when they're mad. They lack the foresight to see how they’re putting themselves and others in danger. I’d say they are the most likely to carry out some form of revenge.

If you’re dealing with someone who has their Venus in the 8th house, make sure to establish some firm boundaries. They will just keep taking if you let them.

Venus 11th housers cause so much drama every time they develop feelings for one of their friends, I never seen this not cause tension within a friend group. 

12th house stelliums and the way they always maintain distance, and everytime you get too close they pull back, actually super frustrating. Also the silent treatments they pull! They’re not even doing it to punish, they're just doing it because they’re uncomfortable, but it still ends up feeling like a punishment for the other person.  

Mercury in Taurus individuals are sometimes too blunt. I honestly really love this quality hehe, but I have to admit they’ve offended me just by pointing out the obvious. 

Aries 11th housers always feel like they’re in competition with their friends. 

Moon Trine Uranus and crying at the most unexpected things. I have this friend that I’ve known since middle school, never saw her cry once. Even when we graduated and said our goodbyes for college, nothing. Then a year later, we were watching the finale for Euphoria together, and this girl started bawling at the end. I was like out of all the things to make you cry this is it?? Haha, I love her. 

The Pluto in Virgo generation hands out criticisms left and right. If my friend's parents had this placement, I always felt like they were judging me. 

Capricorns and their obsession with money, and also how they fail to realize that not everyone else is driven by monetary gains. 

Aquarius’s love to act like their egos aren’t big. The only reason why Leos get checked more on this is because of their bold sense of expression. 

[saltyfish64]

💥 MARS IN 8TH HOUSE - GENIUS OR CRAZY

👉 Yeah, just like the title, with Mars in 8th house in astrology, you can become a successful person or a murderer, depending on what you want to choose -)))).

👉 Why do I say that?

💫 First a little bit about 8th house : governing death, our approach to transformation, deep connections and mysteries or taboos. Ummm, frankly speaking, it's extremely complicated and mysterious, because 8th house is ruled by Scorpio (lol).

💫 As for Mars, it was mentioned in the previous post so I'm too lazy to say it again. In general, it is also related to Scorpio.

🤏 Combining these two things together, Mars in 8th house is like coal meeting fire, burning brightly but releasing CO gas, yes -))) which is a toxic gas. So for me, well, Mars in 8th house is not a very good placement.

👉 Talking about the characteristics of Mars in 8th house:

💫 Mars in 8th house just born seems to be able to read other people's thoughts, so it's not easy to trick them, you can even be spun around like a pinwheel without even knowing it. When they get tired of playing, maybe you will realize -)))).

💫 Although Mars in 8th house is a person with the ability to see far, they are not as calculating as God, they often encounter unexpected things but they are not afraid to face problems -)))) Instead of avoiding it, they prefer to solve it quickly and concisely.

💫 Mars in 8th house also has a trust issue -))), basically, it's quite difficult to get them to trust completely, but once they trust, it's very common to get stabbed in the back 🤡.

🙏 A real example is me, I've been betrayed by a few people before so I know it very well -)))), I played with friends wholeheartedly, and friends stabbed and shocked my brain 🤡.

💫 Mars in 8th house came into contact with death quite early. I remember when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, I already knew about these things. At first, I was afraid of death -))), well, I was simply afraid that my parents would die and I would be alone, but later I thought that death is not really the end but just a new beginning.

💫 Mars in 8th house loves to explore and learn about what interests them 🤔, especially about spirituality and death, um with dramas and also cases, human psychology and crime for example. Moreover, they are also talented in finding the truth, so if you are in love with them, don't do anything wrong to them, they know everything, it's just that they want revenge so they still let you free 💀.

💫 If they are determined to do something, Mars in 8th house will do it to the end, even mountains of swords and seas of fire cannot stop them -))). I remember how many times just looking for a picture or a series of stories, I spent several hours scrolling through all the pages I followed 🤡.

💫 Mars in 8th house in the early stages is a bit lost, they don't know what they want to do and what to do, their psychology is always unstable, they tend to self-destruct or destroy others💀, maybe even will have the intention of "ruining" with those who hurt them deeply. But if they can overcome that stage, find their ego, understand what they want and need to do, then they will be a successful person 🫶.

💫 On the contrary, like the title -))))) I also said above, Mars in 8th house emits CO gas -)))). Really, if the person with this position does not use energy well, they will most likely go down the wrong path (such as addiction, gambling, etc).

👉 In general, if they grow up, they will become people who protect and help others, then you will feel lucky to have them by your side.

💫 Well, Mars in 8th house has a short lifespan -))))) Talented people often die early 🤡 (just kidding, don't throw stones), people with this position like to learn about death, and death also likes to come with them -))))), they will often encounter unexpected accidents without any prediction.

💓 This is the end of this article, thank you for watching me babble 🤭.

💦 Btw, My English is not very good, so if I make any grammatical mistakes, please let me know.

📌 Anyway, this article is personal and written based on my own analysis.

🍀 Wishing you success and luck will come to you.

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[orcarnage]

Errrrrm anyways Femto's birth was not an act of revenge on Griffith's part, it was an act of self harm 🐛

His entire self introspection sequence where he's a child again, holding the boy he thought died because of his dream. Griffith is childish, incredibly so. His dream is to have a kingdom, and when given the chance, the first thing he asks for? Wings.

I don't think removing the blame from his hands is the right take, however I'd like people to consider how much deeper his thought process goes in this moment.

Being permanently disabled after prison, having his men look down upon him with pity, being powerless to help Guts and Casca as they were ragdolled around by that apostle; he had lost everything he had fought for and all because he threw a childish tantrum over Guts leaving.

And yet, he rode that horse by himself, didn't he? Away from the hawks, towards a remnant of his dream. He wasn't in fact powerless, given time, he would have healed. Berserk has several disabled characters, I'm sure a pulley system prosthetic glove would have allowed him to flex his fingers and wield a sword once again.

The godhand prey upon his insecurities once they are summoned. They imply he is broken beyond repair, and the hawks, they follow casca now, not him. A huge act of betrayal, because they also believe there is no more use out of Griffith. When he sacrifices it all, the softness of the look he gives Guts... "I'm sorry." Is what it screams to me. His final act of self destruction, to destroy himself along with all he loved.

AND NOW FOR MY POOKIE FEMTO. An entity born out of a childlike dream, stripped of his humanity. I believe the worst thing taken from him, was his ability to regret. If someone has no regret, they cannot weigh their actions, they cannot look in retrospect properly, they lack empathy for their own selves. Femto is Griffith in a way, he has his memories, he was born from his dream, but he's incredibly machine-like. A form of Griffith boiled down to the bare essentials. Femto has no will of his own, the will he inherited is Griffiths. So like, hold the fuck up, isn't that incredibly messed up?

Taking away someone's ability to regret, you freeze them in time. He may move forward in the story, but he remains still. Stoic, following a dream inherited from his human self, which was so full of regrets that it was a crucial part of his character, even if he often denied regretting his actions (unreliable narrator ass.)

In short, sure have four eldeitch beings peer pressure a severely injured man, who is still in the stage where he feels useless given his new disability, and who was literally IN THE PROCESS OF COMMITING SUICIDE; I'm sure he'll have some iron will and not yield.

Hes a self destructive drama queen, don't give an alcoholic a bottle of vodka.

I'm not getting into neoGriff in this because that man is a MESS hes such a fucking liar hes so unreliable, he's the definition of 'source? I made it up.'

[baiwu-jinji]

I'm so very late to the party but finally finished listening to TGCF audio drama season 1, love how intense the last two episodes are :3 Here are some incoherent thoughts about some of the episodes I haven't talked about:

Episode 12: It occurred to me when I'm listening to this episode that the ghosts of Ghost City are always so lively and bubbly, always laughing and flirting and teasing, when most of them must've had a tragic life story with unresolved misfortunes that caused them to turn into ghosts in the first place. Their high spirits feels incongruous with their tragic past, but maybe it's because they're happier as ghosts than as humans?

There's a ghost called 红粉骷髅 (literally "skeleton of beautiful woman") in this episode that finds afterlife much more liberating and satisfying than life itself, as she recites the following poem when she's dancing: "I danced for others in life, nobody buried my bones when I died; I sing for myself after death, my beauty moves the netherworld."

(The name 红粉骷髅 actually comes from a Buddhist story where the Bodhisattva Guanyin turns into a beautiful woman to make love to men but would suddenly turn into a skeleton in the process, scaring the men into realising that the most alluring beauty in the world is but ashes and bones and ghastly in death, and that they shouldn't give in to temptations.)

Episode 13: Hua Cheng tells Xie Lian that he doesn't look at the wishes of his believers and just throws them away because he doesn't care about being worshipped. This just shows the difference between Hua Cheng and Jun Wu: although they both desire power, Hua Cheng only wants power in himself and over his own fate, while Jun Wu wants power over others. The conversation between HC and XL is as follows:

HC: It's better to help yourself than ask the help of others. If you want to climb out of the abyss, what use is it to look to others? Others won't come to save you every time.

XL: That's why you need gods.

HC: But if everyone counts on the god, what about the god? Wouldn't the god get tired?

XL: But you must have many believers. If you turn a blind eye to their prayers, won't they consider you to be ineffectual?

HC: I didn't ask them to worship me, they kneeled before me without my permission. Besides, only those who happen to have their wishes granted would dare to talk about it - those who don't wouldn't dare to complain.

Episode 17: Xie Lian tells Lang Qianqiu that he named his sword technique which he uses to break up a clash by diverting all the harm to himself "wuming" (meaning "nameless") - a fitting name because the technique is about the negation of the self, and sacrificing oneself to endure it all. "Wuming" is also the name Hua Cheng took when he followed Xie Lian after the fall of Xianle and eventually sacrificed himself to protect Xie Lian.

Episode 18: When Xie Lian worries that telling Lang Qianqiu the truth would make Lang Qianqiu question everything XL taught him and cease to be the courageous and honourable person that he is, Hua Cheng asks XL to trust in LQQ's innate moral strength. I like what HC said to XL about LQQ:

"If you value him so much, then why can't you trust him? Trust that since he's the one you chose, he won't lose himself in hatred and will eventually do what he should do, even though he once wanted to destroy the whole world out of hate."

HC is asking XL to have faith in LQQ the same way that HC has always had faith in XL.

There's also something I wonder about the situation between Xie Lian and Lang Qianqiu. LQQ's parents were murdered by the resentful ghosts of the people of Xianle, and XL took the blame for the Gilded Banquet massacre because he didn't want LQQ to think that he tried to save those resentful ghosts in vain, that LQQ's good will towards the resentful ghosts was met with hatred and revenge. But has it occurred to XL that his own supposed "betrayal" would've hurt LQQ equally much? Would LQQ really feel better if instead of the resentful ghosts, it's his teacher whom he admired and respected so much that had betrayed him?

[barmadumet]

Ahsoka Episode 5 Spoilers Below!

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Okay, I’m going to do something I never do, and I don’t think ever have done – I’m going to do the “take” thing – put my opinion online. I don’t like to do this, because I feel like there is ALWAYS someone opposed, and I just don’t want any bad energy revolving around my beloved escape from reality.

For the last twenty-two hours, I have been profusely hitting the ❤️­s on other posts, jumping up and down and hugging people, and basically just doing the equivalent of shouting, “ANAKIN!!!” but I’ve yet to really try to discuss Episode 5, because, quite frankly, it’s just been too freaking emotional for me! I have all these feelings that I don’t know how to sort out, and I've honestly felt like I could burst into tears at any given moment, all day long. I went through this with the Obi-Wan Kenobi series, and I remember I felt literally insane for a WHILE. Perhaps, I should’ve written something like this back then – writing is my outlet, after all.

So, here we go. . . I don’t have many followers, and I know many people won’t read this, but I just need to get it out!

A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend, Wibz asked me, “What kind of story do you like? What kind of fic do you like to read?” I replied sappy, mushy, hurt/comfort, of course. I told her I like dialogue – dealing with emotional ups and downs - HEALING. I told her I liked fix-its and time travel, and I specifically said I like seeing into ‘what could’ve been’ scenarios, and I mentioned by name the movie, “It’s A Wonderful Life.” And the thing I really love about that movie is the ability to visit the past. I like stories that take us back – and not just as a flashback, but a present character being able to look at their past and reflect. You probably know where this is going by now, but the way we finally got our long-awaited Clone Wars ‘flashback’ couldn’t have been more perfect in my opinion.

And the thing that has made me the most emotional through all of this was simply seeing that first battle in live action. I will admit, upon viewing the first two episodes of Ahsoka, I felt the show might’ve been better presented in Rebels animation. Well, I can now, happily admit I was wrong.

We saw the brutal beginnings of the Clone Wars at the Battle of Geonosis in Attack of the Clones, and we see the heart-breaking conclusion and the end of the war in Revenge of the Sith. My personal opinion is that we have been very fortunate to get a great show about the time in between, however; being short, animated (directed at a younger audience) episodes, there are emotional aspects that are rushed through and not fully explored. If you’ve read my insanely long fix-it fic, then you know that it carries through these Clone Wars episodes that I love so very much, BUT in writing it my own way, I was able to put in all the drama I wanted to see – the breakdowns, the tears, a deeper look into the trauma of fighting in a war. And yes, there have been some amazing Star Wars novels that do this, but again, seeing it in live action. . . seeing just how young Ahsoka really was, seeing her mourn the injured and deceased clones. Having her and Anakin address the fragility of life and getting to hear that conversation about it. . . Now the viewing audience has a grasp on just how bleak this time period was. I didn’t know how bad I needed to see this – a human turned Togruta actor conveying those destroyed expressions and defeated body language. The impact was more than I expected, and it wouldn’t have been the same in animation.

The other super tear-jerky part for me was the theme of ‘Live or Die’ ‘Fight or Die’ . . .I can’t let myself get into too much detail about this, but if you know me, and you know my story, then you know. Great. I’m crying again 🤷🏻‍♀️ This was just such a powerful message for ANYONE struggling in any aspect of their life, and it sincerely helped me to rise another day, and will be a continued reminder, probably for a while.

You all know how much I love Anakin (and Obi-Wan), and so much of the hype is revolved around his character right now, but this personal journey we find Ahsoka on is truly beautiful to me. I was honestly uneasy about the way Ahsoka was portrayed, thus far, in our other series. She didn’t feel like Ahsoka to me. I accepted and understood that her character had been through much in her short life, and that much time had passed since we last saw her and she would've evolved, but overall, I honestly (😬) didn’t much enjoy what we got of her in live action. I kept my expectations for this show at the minimum. I try not to predict what might happen in canon Star Wars, because I never want to set myself up for disappointment. I strive to go in with an open mind and a clear head and just enjoy the show. But I’ll admit, I was hopeful for Ahsoka’s character development in this. . . and so far, I find myself satisfied. It has now been acknowledged how severely Anakin’s turn impacted her – that was a necessity in my opinion, because of course it did. And it’s still unfathomable to me, but I feel like we got to witness her getting her closure with Anakin 😭 At the end of episode 5, I was finally getting the Ahsoka vibes I was longing for. And let’s not ignore just how ’Ahsoka’ she was in the past scenes with Anakin! I was in awe of how her different animated fighting stances over the years translated into live action. It was her! And this is probably a great time to also mention: that was Anakin, too! In the beginning, we saw him on that World Between Worlds walkway training Ahsoka – the orchestrated footwork, the lack of aggression . . . It felt like the Anakin we see in the lightsaber kata training video Ahsoka watches in Rebels! We have not seen this in live action! We have not seen Anakin as a Master to an apprentice! 🥹 And again, I didn’t know how bad I needed that. Later, when we are taken back onto that WBW walkway, we see him fighting like we’ve seen in Revenge of the Sith. It’s Vader! And he’s so pissed and intends to kill! I won’t spend too much time gushing the way most already have – the Sith eyes, the flawless ROTS attire we already loved given back to us, and the Clone Wars look brought to life. . . the hair 😍 Just seeing him, Hayden Anakin, fight in a Clone Wars battle in live action! So strong and mighty 💪🏻 with such determination and sensitivity. . . with just the right amount of cockiness 😉 He’s perfection. And I think this is noncontroversial opinion everyone would agree with lol.  

And maybe you do or don’t agree with this part, but I feel Anakin’s appearance was 💯 open to interpretation, and I think that’s GREAT. This character means so much to so many people, and there is never a way to satisfy everyone when it comes to storytelling. Everyone had/has different opinions of how this should’ve been handled. Was Anakin a Force ghost? Was the entire encounter all in Ahsoka’s head? Was Anakin something else entirely? Was he Vader? Maybe you have an answer to this question and you are certain in your theory – that’s awesome. I think that’s the way it should be. We get to “make things the way we want them to be” WITH CANON! 👏🏻 I am not yet certain of what my own theory is. I’ve watched it four times, and I am still processing it all. One thing for sure, I’m glad the WBW was involved. Again, if you know of my preferred way to ‘fix-it’ then you know what that means to me 🥰

I think I’m done 🫣 I just needed to release these feelings! And I feel we are so blessed. I still can’t believe this really happened. And I am so thankful to get to share in the joy with all of you 💖 Okay! I think I’m ready to talk now if y’all want to talk! 🤭

[worstloki]

I thought I was the only one who can't get enough of them just being close brothers. Yes, let them share a bed and kiss on the forehead and do stuff that brothers do. So say... do you have fluff fics? I'm taking the easy way out by asking because you have sooo many fics. 👀 looking respectfully. I don't know where to find Thor and Loki fluff, and I've tried. I tried so hard! Found a good one where they say I love you, but it's just a vignette and it's not enough. 😢 There was another one on ao3 that I read ages ago but I can't find it again. I'm starved for the bros showing affection in whatever way. Help?

Five People Who Were Fazed By Loki Sitting on Thor's Lap by Catspook : 3k : Thor likes to have Loki sit on his lap, the Avengers think it is weird, and Loki likes to troll them

Conflict Resolution by TheOtherOdinson : 6k : After Odin's death in Norway, Thor and Loki were left alone to deal with their loss and anger. Just the two of them. With no interruptions.

Home by my_dear_man : 2k : When the closest thing to home is right in front of you, even if it's your adopted brother who tried to kill you and take over Earth.

Soft Touch by calicojackofficial : Tony catches Thor and Loki napping together on a public couch.

We Were Eight at the Time... by Writinthestars : 5k : He’d never attacked Thor before. Their quarrels were always preluded by some sort of argument so there was warning, and they both knew they wouldn’t hurt each other too terribly.

This is the first time I used a real weapon against him. There’s no returning from that. It’s too late. I could’ve killed Thor - he’ll never forgive me.

Loki’s eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t what he wanted.

OR: Loki stabs Thor when they're eight.

Five out of Five is an Ideal You Can't Have by GalaxyThreads : 13k : While on an assignment from their father, Loki gets cursed to lose his senses. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but they're days from help, and Thor is forced to slowly watch his brother lose himself. (gen, Pre-Thor 1)

Mornings are for Destroying Landscaping by SalParadiseLost : 3k : Loki and Thor decide to spar one morning.

Tony isn't amused, Peter is happy to be a witness, and the Avengers don't have any power.

Castles in the Air by cosmic_medusa : 182k : Loki's first act as King is to collect his banished brother to aid his regency, however brief. Thor discovers that the political landscape is far from what it seemed, and that the lies of Odin have resulted in the threat of both his sons' safety and sanity. Drama, angst, double-crosses, butchering of folklore and history, and the epic bromance of Asgard's Princes ensues.

Bargaining by proantagonist : 109k : Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.

i couldn't change (though i wanted to); by unintentionallyangsty : Given the team's circumstances--travelling through the cosmos and headed for Midgard on a previously unplanned voyage--Loki taking up a newfound fondness for shapeshifting on a whim is hardly the weirdest thing that has happened to any single member of the Revengers in the past several months. In fact, it doesn't even make the top three. 

(Alternatively, how Loki unintentionally ends up bonding with the Revengers on the Statesman as a number of different creatures))

That Sheds His Blood With Me by Kadorienne : 13k : "Because you are my brother," Thor told him.

(Politics and family on Asgard. A brotherly love story.)

Rotten At the Heart by Coneycat : 6k : in which Odin raised Loki as Thor's brother... and then used him to force Thor to prove his loyalty to Asgard.

Picking Up the Pieces by Thursdays_Angel : 7k : During the slow ride back to Earth Tony and Nebula come across the remains of the Statesman. Tony searches the faces for his friend and finds his brother instead. Thor loves his kid brother, the least Tony can do is bring him back for a proper burial.

And if that Mockingbird don't sing by dante_baby : 7k : If someone asked Loki how he imagines his last day of youth, he certainly wouldn't say being sick and completely alone in his own room. Luckily, Thor is always there for him.

Soft by enchantedlokii : 1k : Sicktember Day Five — Comfort Item

Insurgency by for_darkness_shows_the_stars : 50k : Despite his best efforts, Loki wins the Battle of New York.

The universe will never be the same again.

I'd follow you through hel (and fight off demons as well) by ThatOneAnnoyingFox : 1k : After a bad meeting with Odin, Thor watches the void.

It’s dishonourable, but if he did it with no-one to see, who cares where he’d go?

Portal To The Past by worstloki : 106k (ongoing) : Loki gets sent back in time a few centuries and since he's over trying to gain Odin's approval he's reliving life with his own happiness in mind. Naturally, everyone else has a problem with this.

OR: that one fic where odin keeps trying but is unable to get rid of teen loki

The Frog Incident by MoonGoddex : 6k : Loki turned him into a frog. And honestly, Thor hadn't thought twice about it at first. He'd been changed into a little golden retriever puppy one time as a commentary on his general demeanour, and into a donkey by way of insult via synonym. None of those transformations had resulted in people in black and orange bursting through glowing doors that hadn't been there before. Well, okay. There were a few steps between the transformation and his capture.

Throg, or The Time Loki Turned Thor Into A Frog by PhantomEngineer : 1k : The time when they were children when Loki turned Thor into a frog.

The Glorious Death by stainedglassflood : 1k : Loki dies without honour. Thor blames himself. (I will not fight you, brother.)

Just Close Your Eyes by ADreamer67 : 32k : Ragnarok has come to pass, the Asgardians have reached a deal with the leaders of Midgard for territory of their own, Loki is allowed to stay (provided he doesn’t leave said territory), and Thor is settled on the throne. So all in all, things are going well, if you ignore the recent massacre and planetary annihilation.

Well, except for the fact that Loki is working himself into the ground. And Thor is having none of it.

Cue a not entirely legal brotherly field trip where Thor will make Loki relax, or die trying. Responsibilities? Pssh, who cares about those? (Hint - Loki. Very much so)

(death must be lonely like I am) by GalaxyThreads : 17k (ongoing) : After the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. claims Loki for punishment and consequently, also HYDRA. When the Avengers are assembled under the belief that Loki is escaping his cell, they rapidly realize what a mistake they've made leaving the younger Asgardian in their hands. (Gen, blind!Loki)

to your own blood, and empty spaces in the throat by vellaphoria : 13k : Silence suffocated the battlefield in the wake of Thanos’ ships.

It fell from the sky they had rent in their flight from Midgard’s surface, and it rose like mist from the forests they had left broken in their wake.

It settled in Thor’s lungs, collecting in the cracks of his armor like ash.

Cold Nostalgia by ADreamer67 : 30k : It's the last Winter Solstice before Thor is crowned. Thor wants to do something special. Inasmuch as a hunt in the middle of winter is special.

Loki just doesn't want to freeze to death.

Loki, Chronologically by eirtae : 180k (ongoing series) : Loki: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll Edition

OR: series of fics about Loki's life, and Thor's

proximity parasite by everylokitten : 3k : Thor eats something he shouldn't and gets a parasite that makes it painful for him to be away from his brother for even short periods of time. Eventually, there will be a safe way to remove all traces of it. Until then, the only thing that can quell his pain is Loki. Cuddles ensue.

What family is for by dante_baby : 8k : Thor got sick and Loki is definitely not having a good time.

Five times Tony was a dumbass and one time he was a REAL dumbass. by thebackwardsstep : 3k : Her hysteria exploded through the halls, her sides splitting, face perfectly beaming. The laughter would have been contagious if Tony wasn’t on the receiving end of it. “Yeah, sure. That’s his girlfriend.” Okay, so Tony wasn’t stupid: he could clearly identify the sarcasm in the Valkyrie’s tone, meaning she was blatantly lying. Tony wasn’t stupid, which was why he felt confident in concluding that the mystery-woman was obviously Thor’s wife.

The Woes of Survival by withthekeyisking : 5k : They won, didn't they? They're off to find a new home, Thor is in his rightful place as king, and he finally has his brother back at his side.

But Loki is acting a little differently; quieter, even when he's speaking. Isolated, even when he has the entire room's attention. Flinching from touches he would have allowed before, even with the customary rolling of his eyes.

And then Thor overhears an odd conversation between Brunnhilde and Loki...

Ichor in Violet by tirsynni : 15k : When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.

The first rule of Vonasnire was there were no questions asked. by thebackwardsstep: 6k : Pure, shameless fluff about Thor being such a good brother and guiding Loki through his feelings even despite how much they can hurt them both.

small and little and held by Lokincest : 1k : Thor wants to be the little spoon.

additionally, virtually anything by unintentionallyangsty, GalaxyThreads, xWitchAlchemistx (who does write Thor/Loki but the brodinsons is strong), ADreamer67, etc.

[roleplayfinder]

Hi all, I am a 30+ F and am looking for some new 25+ long-term OC partners to play the male OC for a few romance concepts I have either written starters for or pondered on (I am open to listening to other ideas as well). All the characters in the stories will be 18+. I love stories with Adventure, Fantasy, Drama, Action, Angst, obviously Romance and am fine with NSFW and others themes we think may work for our story.

My concepts are below. If you are interested, feel free to message me and tell me a bit about yourself. I’m all ears to hear about characters you would like to use and we can see if our visions and characters align. (Please no real face claims. I’m not a fan of using photos of real people or well-known characters.)

Concept 1: In the Kingdom of Zerith, if you aren’t a human, you are an outcast, used as a military force, and dwell in the outskirts of the kingdom. The only way out of this life is if you can prove to be of value to the royal family. If you are deemed worthy due to your combat and or magical capabilities you will be appointed as a guardian to an official or member of the royal family. (This is judged through a trial and very few succeed.) Female guardians are rarely chosen due to the fear that they may seduce those in power. My OC Seii wants to change the way the world works and wants to free all the Noirine (half humans) and get rid of the oppressive system. After her parents pass away from illness she trains for years and attempts the trial and passes. She is appointed/selected as a guardian to one of the princes (your OC).

Concept 2: The princess has pushed off getting married both because of her duties but mainly because she is secretly in love with her guard/protector. Tired of the delays, her father has announced an arranged a marriage between her and a rumored to be very stubborn and unlikable prince from a neighboring country. Her guardian has been just that since childhood yet secretly she has loved and cared about him since they met. She however believes he only sees her as a duty (this can be true or not). There are only a few months to find a way to get out of the marriage, or disappear. (Your OC can be the protector, or this could have a fun twist and the prince becomes her lover.)

Concept 3: My OC is a Ninja/Assassin trained since she was 8 to defeat the warlords who make up the enemy forces (whoever we decide).

During a mission while undercover she learns her village has been destroyed by the clan that she works for. Following the men who destroyed her village, she finds they also killed her family along with those who did not escape. Pushing her feelings aside, she believes the only way to get her revenge is by pretending to know nothing and remain loyal to them. One day she is on a mission and returns but finds there has been a surprise attack on the clan by the enemy forces and a particular warlord is said to be the one leading the battle (your OC). As she observes and remains hidden, she witnesses him kill one of the men who destroyed her village. Noticing that he does not see a hidden assassin aiming for him she kills the assassin without the warlord noticing until after the fact but he does not know who took out the assassin.

Her goal is revenge and she only has herself as a weapon. After careful consideration she concludes that he and the enemy forces are her best chance at revenge so she secretly begins to steal info. She finds numerous ways to anonymously gets the info to the warlord OC. He obviously will investigate who is providing the info and will likely figure it out. My OC is eventually caught stealing info by her clan and imprisoned and suffers various injuries.

The last bit of info she provides him with leads him to where she is held (coincidence).

He ends up saving her as she will benefit him due to how much she knows about the clan.

Concept 4 (trigger warning): I’d like to do a mafia RP of some kind with my OC having been kidnapped and held hostage by a mafia leader. I’m open to concepts on this one, but my initial idea is to have my OC be a hostage and initially very shut down and afraid. During a meeting gone bad between the leader who has her and another leader (your OC) one of your men decides to take advantage of the situation and takes her away during the escape. At some point your OC finds out about this and discovers where he was keeping her. (He is not a fan of taking/harming women and children) My OC is in poor health and he decides to help her and plans to return her to her everyday life, but feelings start to develop between them.

[tideswept]

This post is for @sandumilfshou but hey, if you're looking for some potential anime to watch... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

disclaimers: I recommend things based off vibes, and not everything I recommend is something I loved from start to end. But I think highly enough of it that I a) either enjoyed the time I spent on it, b) can see how someone else could enjoy it.

Secondly, my anime-watching days became few by 2016, so not a lot of newer anime is included in this list.

Which leads me to my third point--anime, like everything else, is a product of its time, and should be fairly judged as such whenever possible. (Take that as you will.))

Title: Gankutsuou

Episodes: 24 (1 season)

Genres: Science fiction, drama/tragedy, psychological thriller.

Brief Synopsis: A sci-take on the Count of Monte Cristo, just as screwed up (if not arguably more in some cases) as the book. Lush and flamboyant, it feels more like an opera at times. Focuses more on the younger generation and their complicated interpersonal relationships and how they're all suffering/paying for the sins of the older generation.

Personal Opinion: One of my favorite anime. It's just an experience™. You kind of just have to accept that everyone involved is a highly dramatic individual and drink the koolaid. The sparkly, sparkly koolaid that comes laced with acid.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: The animation style will throw you off, and some people can never adjust to it. That's fair. This anime will also not hold your hand. Everything that's in the book is here.

Title: Zetsuen no Tempest / Blast of Tempest

Episodes: 24 (2 cours)

Genres: Urban Fantasy, Action, Drama/tragedy

Brief Synopsis: Yoshino first loses his girlfriend to a gruesome murder, then his best friend (the girl's brother) goes missing. And when Mahiro returns, it's because the world is ending, and he's got too much of a codependent relationship with Yoshino to not take him along to figure out who killed his sister. Stopping the end of the world? No, thanks. This is all for revenge.

Personal Opinion: This series lives and dies by how much you enjoy the relationship between Mahiro and Yoshino, and it is a complicated one. The series is also deeply entrenched in Shakespearean allusions and themes. Truthfully, I only recommend the first cour (which iirc is the first 12-13 episodes) as the series takes a radical shift in theme/tone after that. But that first cour by itself works, a somewhat bittersweet and alarming end-of-world odyssey with two main characters who have a lot of secrets from each other as they try to navigate their new dangerous reality and their often heavily charged dynamics.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: Do not recommend past the first half. Blood and violence and death. No handholding. Somewhat downer but still appropriate ending available if you stop watching by the end of the first cour.

Title: Akatsuki no Yona / Yona of the Dawn

Episodes: 24

Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Adventure

Brief Synopsis: A naive but well-meaning princess has her entire world brutally destroyed over the span of a single night and decides that she will survive, she will take her empire back, and she will demand answers from the man that took everything from her... particularly when she was willing to give him all of it in the first place.

Personal Opinion: A rare shoujo anime that allows the heroine to really grow and become stronger. I (and my friends) screamed a lot while watching this. We demanded answers! We demanded blood! she better stab him with that damn hair pin ymmv on the romance aspect, but it's just genuinely enjoyable and every character has hidden depths.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: Anime ends on a bit of cliffhanger, so you'll have to continue the story in the manga.

Title: Shin Sekai Yori / From the New World

Episodes: 25

Genres: Science fiction, psychological, horror, suspense, tragedy

Brief Synopsis: A girl lives in an idyllic village in rural Japan. Everything is perfect. (Except when it isn't.) Her family is loving. (But where did her sister go? Did she have a sister?) Her community is close-knit (too close knit?). She's starting school with her friends and she's excited (is she?) because she'll make more friends (wait, weren't there more of us--) and the world outside of her village is scary (forbidden), she just has to follow the rules and everything will be fine. Right?

Personal Opinion: This is a rough one. It can be very uneven in story telling but almost purposefully so, and you have to watch more for the pieces to click into place, and each "click" becomes more and more horrifying. What does it mean to be human? What does it take to be human? How much will you sacrifice to avert an even greater catastrophe? At what point is there value in what you're doing? It follows the main cast from when they're small to when they're adults, and it answers those questions in the way they decide to answer them.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: The list of potential triggers on this one is insane. It's not kind. It's not nice. It's not pretty. Don't let the animation style fool you, death is constant and brutal, there are no easy answers, good people do terrible things out of necessity and desperation, and how the kids are raised are objectively horrifying. In SSY, free will is often the most dangerous thing that has to be extinguished at any cost.

Title: Nagi no Asu kara

Episodes: 26

Genres: Surrealist fantasy, drama, romance, slice of life

Brief Synopsis: Once, all humans lived under the sea. But some decided to leave for land. Now in the modern day, the population of those under the sea has diminished enough that they're forced to send their children to land for school. And thus begins not only culture shock for both the sea and land people, but the first sign that not everything is right in the world...

Personal Opinion: This is oddly like a distant Lighter and Softer counterpart to Shin Sekai Yori. It has the same feel at times, a slow tension building in the background, and the emphasis is greatly on loneliness and childhood and fear of change as well as interpersonal relationships, but NagiAsu is ultimately an optimistic children's story more than anything else. Like Zetsuen, this anime radically changes between the first and second cour in a surprising way, but it does so more gracefully and logically. I didn't love this anime because I was expecting something darker, but I can still appreciate it for what it is, even if I didn't enjoy the entire ride.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: This one is pretty tame. Animation is super pretty.

Title: Subete ga F ni Naru / The Perfect Insider

Episodes: 11

Genres: Mystery/Suspense, Thriller

Brief Synopsis: Shiki Magata is a genius prodigy who murdered her parents when she was a child, and is kept in a facility where she is still allowed to work on projects. A professor and his student/family friend are allowed to visit her due to special circumstances, but the situation quickly escalates when Magata is found murdered in a locked room no one has access to.

Personal Opinion: This is fun little anime. A bit slow at times, yeah, but I think that has more to do with it following the source material (a book) a little too closely. Can you figure out the mystery before the answer is revealed? The clues are all there, but you might have to be a real computer nerd to figure out the "joke".

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: There's only a few murders shown, but they're not shied away from or easy to digest. The past is not a kind one.

Title: Blue Seed

Episodes: 26

Genres: Supernatural, Adventure, Horror, Romance

Brief Synopsis: Momiji is part of the Kushinada family line, but didn't realize what that meant until she was attacked by aragami. Turns out she had a twin sister who was taken at birth to be a sacrifice, as a Kushinada always has to be sacrificed to send the aragami back to sleep and keep the world from returning to its "natural state." But Kaede's rebelled and offed herself, and now Momiji is all the hope mankind has. Except... she doesn't want to die, and the people who raised Kaede are determined not to let another girl die needlessly under their watch.

Personal Opinion: This is a soft spot for me. One of the first anime I managed to consistently watch from start to end, rather than being stuck with what was on TV. It's also where I began to learn more about genuine Japanese culture and history, their beliefs and legends. It ca be very hit or miss, though.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: This anime came out in 1994 and it comes with the tropes of the era. The first couple of episodes are the worst, then it gets better from there save for the occasional joke relapse, and there are definitely some things that would have been weird even back then and never fly today, but they're not done... maliciously? If that makes sense. Nor are they ultimately handled in a bad way.

Title: Concrete Revolutio: Choujin Gensou

Episodes: 24

Genres: Alternate History, Superhero, Surrealism, Adventure

Brief Synopsis: In a parallel world to ours in 1962, the world is plagued by magical girls, demons, mechas, kaijus, gods, aliens, literally everything. And to deal with that and keep it a secret, the government created the Superhuman Bureau. Kikko, a young magical girl herself, becomes involved with them in an effort to understand the human world better, but winds up in the biggest mess she could ever imagine.

Personal Opinion: This is a hot mess, and I go into why below, but it is a colorful and vibrant disaster.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: This anime is a love letter to Japanese storytelling, everything from oral to theater to cinema to anime to television. If you don't have a grasp of the Showa era and cultural landmarks like Osamu Tezuka, you're going to end up feeling very confused, if not downright bruised, by the way the story develops. It does drip-feed you hints as to just how this became an alternate history, and yeah, it involves WWII and all the complicated sentiments Japan has towards what happened during and after. But it's all wrapped up in a glossy package with characters who are very much not human, but sometimes desperately want to be. It deconstructs every genre it comes across, and the superhero genre, specifically the modern ideas of it, is not spared.

Title: Hanasaku Iroha

Episodes: 26

Genres: Slice of life

Brief Synopsis: A girl ends up working at her estranged and strict grandmother's traditional resort and has to learn a great deal not only of how strange the business is, but also why her family is so messed up.

Personal Opinion: This anime felt a bit to me like Spirited Away -- the antagonistic owner that the young female lead has to figure out how to deal with, the whole "serving guests" angle, learning about the guests (and how strange they are) and feeling rather out of place, making friends with coworkers who might not particularly like you. I'm normally allergic to slice of life, but on the strength of the characters and the affectionate association with Spirited Away, this managed to keep me going.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: This anime is too long. A lot of elements could have been cut out to make it more enjoyable (I don't enjoy the romantic subplot; it's absent most of the time, but then it comes back with a vengeance.) so that's my main warning for this. There's also a couple of moments that are very eyebrow-raising and make you wonder why, but they're usually over and done with quickly enough.

Title: Another

Episodes: 12

Genres: Horror, Mystery, Supernatural

Brief Synopsis: Due to his father's work, Koichi is sent to live at his grandparent's sleepy town. While there, odd things keep happening, but nothing is stranger than finding out there's a girl in his class that everyone in the school pretends doesn't exist. A girl who claims that death is near.

Personal Opinion: This is a great short horror anime, though it can become somewhat wearisome in the style of Final Destination. Perfect for a Halloween watch, and the characters are enjoyable enough that you want them to solve the mystery and be spared.

Warnings/Triggers/Misc.: I wasn't kidding about the comparison to Final Destination.

I ran out of steam, so a few I'll just throw out because they're good, but again, it's always YMMV.

Darker than Black

Kamisama Kiss

Parasyte: The Maxim

Steins;Gate

Kekkai Sensen

World Trigger

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

BONUS LIST:

These are anime that I never got around to watching but I was around it enough to know it was Good.

Tiger & Bunny

Kuragehime

Durarara!!

Serial Experiments Lain

[theballadofmars]

FNAF THEORY PART 2: WILLIAM AFTON

[PREV. PART] PART 1: WHAT’S IN THE BOX 

Here we go with the most problematic villain of all time: What does William Afton want and why did he decide to solve his problems killing kids? 

Unfortunately, we need to take a look at this. 

I don’t sound very excited about this section, but that’s because there’s SO MANY takes about William Afton. As everyone else, I have my version of this psycho, and I decided that, before Evan’s death, William was actually a good dad. No, wait, please, listen, there’s a reason for why I think that, and that’s related to William’s motivation. 

So, in this theory, first we have Evan’s death, and that’s what starts all the drama. If William really loved his family, that’s motivation for:

1-Start to lose his head after Evan’s death.

2-Get to some horrible places to bring him back. 

The story could be like this: You have William Afton, father of three, one of the owners of Freddy’s Family Diner and creator of the animatronics. He has a successful life, a beautiful family, and a good friend by his side. But the company starts to expand, he has more work, and he can’t pay attention to his kids anymore. He doesn’t know (or ignores) the fact that Michael is scaring Evan to death, he forgets Evan in the pizzeria (I think that line in FNAF 4 was about him, not Michael), his daughter Elizabeth is playing with one of his unfinished animatronics, he uses cameras to watch over his children but he doesn’t pay attention to them. But he still loves his family. 

And then, Evan dies because of some stupid joke, because William wasn’t paying attention. In addition to that, he dies at the hands of one of his creations. 

What does he do now?

He can’t take revenge on seeing the killer punished, because the culprit is his other son, he can’t destroy the animatronic, because that’s the thing making him gain money, and he can’t quit his job. What’s left? 

He can only blame himself, for not being there, for not stopping Michael, for not paying attention. 

I think William was negligent towards his children during that period of time, but he loved them. 

He loved Evan so much that he destroyed the rest of his family trying to fix it. 

1. I’LL PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER AND REMNANT

Ah, remnant, the favorite word of the FNAF theorist with robot kids and illusion disc (this is a joke, please don’t take it at heart, I actually think the theorists of FNAF are braver than the marines and are doing an amazing job). 

Let’s start with William's famous line “I’ll put you back together”. 

Because, honestly, nothing that William does during the first games fits that declaration. How is killing children going to solve Evan’s death? And here’s another question I have that I see no one asking themselves: how the fuck did William discover remnant? 

Like, that thing is so weird and so unlikely to find just because. It has like three different definitions��depending on if you’re using the book’s lore or the game’s lore and honestly, I don’t know what the limits of remnant are. Apparently, you get remnant when you melt down possessed metal, and it's useful to fuel the animatronics. For example, the scooper can inject or contain remnant, and that’s how Michael “survived” to Ennard. If I have the definition wrong, feel free to correct me. But yeah, by that description remnant doesn't look like something you find in your daily life. I think William tried to bring Evan back, but without remnant, it was impossible. 

As I pointed out, there are some lines in Ultimate Custom Night that make reference to William trying to put Evan back together, so maybe he actually tried. 

At what extreme William went to try to put his son back together can be up to you. In my opinion, and remembering that there are some robot heads in Sister Location that had some similarity with Evan, maybe William was trying to…how do I say it…rebuild him. Using Evan’s body and a robot head, that's the only thing that would need a change because, you know, Evan’s head is probably not in the best condition. 

Or maybe he needs a new head, or some other part of a kid’s body, and that’s where Circus Baby enters the chat. Honestly, you could just think that Willian tried to capture a kid to replicate the experiment or something like that, but I like the idea of William taking the “put you back together” too literally. You know. Frankenstein like. 

Also, remember how I said Evan could be a more vengeful spirit? Well, maybe the fact that your dad steals your body and tries to make it a mix between animatronic and human to bring you back could lead you to some dark places. 

So, he creates Circus Baby, and yeah, maybe this is going too far, but this is for his son, his family. I think that, after Evan’s death, the Afton family started to break apart. William and his wife were on bad terms, Michael probably had the biggest trauma of his life and maybe Elizabeth knew that something was odd but was too little to understand why. 

He has to bring Evan back to fix everything. 

And, in trying to do so, he kills Elizabeth. 

That? That’s what completely breaks him. Yes, he was doing bad things before, but he did it for his family, he had a good motive!! But now, he lost his daughter too. 

He’s miserable, he’s lost, he’s hurt. He sees that something is odd with Circus Baby.

Elizabeth’s soul can’t move on, trapped now in Evan’s gravity, and she possesses the animatronic. 

The death of Elizabeth, the accident that broke his family forever, was also the thing that made William discover remnant. 

He was saved!! The souls of his kids were still there, maybe he could fix it with remnant. This time it will work. 

But oh, oh, William. It’s too late. 

At this moment, I think Henry, after seeing what happened (and probably trying not to think too much about Circus Baby’s whole thing) tried to reduce William’s part in the company. 

That was another hit. William was the original owner, Henry could not just push him apart. They’re friends, how could Henry treat him like that after the loss of Elizabeth? 

William finishes the funtimes and ballora, which were made to lure and capture kids, but probably Henry is too vigilant on William to let him do what he wants. 

And then, we have midnight motorist, which occurs the same day as Charlie’s death. His wife and him are about to divorce, Michael runs away and doesn’t talk to him, and William, full of rage, finds Charlie out of the establishment. 

Why does he have to lose everything, and Henry still has his family? 

This is the last string, this is what changes William from a dad devastated by the loss of his kids to a monster. Charlie’s death is not planned, it doesn’t serve a purpose, it’s not part of his experiments. 

Is just rage and violence. 

Crossed that line, there’s nothing that stops him from going all the way, killing some children to get remnant and bring Evan and Elizabeth back.

2-THE MISSING CHILDREN INCIDENT

Brief mention of this part because I just wanted to make some points. 

I think the MCI occurs during FNAF 2 and FNAF 1, because it is the period of time when the Phone Guy mentions the missing suits and the investigation. Also, in one of the papers, we can read that the police arrested someone for the murders. 

I found a video (Golden’s Freddy Origin, by DMuted) that explains the children's incident would be more scratched through time than we think. 

It’s impossible to kill five kids in a short period of time without it bringing more attention or being terrible for the company. 

Following DMuted’s theory, FNAF 2 would actually be the moment when William killed the first of the MCI: Golden Freddy. 

And look, I know everyone says Chica was the first because of her line in Ultimate Custom Night and it would be really hypocritical on my part to use those lines as evidence for my Evan theory but then forgetting about it.

Withered Chica’s lines are: I never thought I'd make it through that vent, but now we are together. Let me show you how to break your face and look like me. Come closer, let's smile together. I was the first, I have seen everything. I have seen him, the one you shouldn't have killed.

BUT, THE THING IS, we’re not really sure that this is actually the soul in Chica’s animatronic. As I pointed out, the animatronics lines could be divided into categories: the melodies talk in first person and seem more obsessed with the idea of keeping William there, Baby and Ballora have lines more personal or related to Baby or what could be Mrs. Afton, and the Nightmares are all Evan. 

·Withered Chica has three lines of teeth, the same as Nightmare Chica.

We should remember that:

·In Ultime Custom Night, there’s one person keeping William in that hell, but there are no mentions of the other kids also torturing William. 

·Withered Chica mentions “the one that you shouldn’t have killed”. The only animatronics that use the same line are the nightmares and mangle. 

·This is not important, but Withered Chica is now my paralysis demon.

I think that, the one making that hell, is just using the animatronics as a way of torture, but that doesn’t mean that every animatronic fits with the soul it had trapped. If we have to relate every line to a soul…we actually don't have enough murders for that. So, I don’t think those lines are the actual souls talking.

The soul inside Golden Freddy is definitely the one controlling everything and keeping William there, but hey, Evan could take the chance to torture his father back. Also, the box isn’t open. Evan is still possessing the places, that’s why everything could still happen in Help Wanted and Security Breach, because without “defeating” Evan, the souls are still trapped. 

But hey, wouldn’t that erase all part of my evidence for the Evan part? Actually, no.

Omg, that was pretty long to explain that there’s a possibility that the line “I was the first, I have seen everything” is also Evan talking to his dad and maybe not the soul possessing Chica, or maybe the soul inside of the animatronic is talking about the MCI (excluding Golden Freddy), so she was the first of the four kids go be killed.

BUT WELL, THE POINT IS: in the MCI, the soul possessing Golden Freddy is the first kid that dies, so William can get remnant and all that jazz. Golden Freddy is a really important figure in the games, but we only see him as an apparition, and he’s not with the rest of the souls when the Puppet gives life to the other animatronics. 

It would make sense if something so important would have a game to explain their origin, right? Also, the one posesing Golden Freddy it should be Cassidy, but in Ultime Custime Night, everyone refers to “the one you shouldn’t have killed” as he/him. So, I was having a panic attack until I saw that, apparently, Cassidy is a gender neutral name, so he could still be the one all the animatronics are talking about and the one keeping William in hell. 

But coming back to FNAF 2 and 1 what the freakin’ do, an investigation starts, and William has to pace the rest of his murders. Which he didn’t do too well if he was arrested, but hey, he was not convicted or formally accused (now that I think about it, William’s attorney has to be pretty good to get him out). 

After that little incident, William tries to destroy the animatronics so he can get the remnant and destroy some evidence. Two for one!! 

Unfortunately, William didn’t think about one thing. 

3. CHANGE OF MOTIVATION

Or: William Afton has no redemption and everyday gets worse. 

Because I hope we can all agree that killing five kids and stuffing them in animatronics makes a person irredeemable, no matter what his motivation was. 

Also, there is a moment when he goes from “I’m going to save my kids!” to “I’m going to survive.” And I think we all know what moment that was. 

When William possesses Springtrap, not only does he get even crazier (I assume that’s a side effect of being trapped for years in a suit while your body rots), but it is also when he is no longer interested in saving his children. He only wants to escape. 

The problem: he can’t end with what’s possessing the pizzeria, because if he opens the box, then all the souls are free, and that means that he dies and can’t come back (and we all know that he loves to come back). In addition to that, he would also lose Elizabeth and Evan, so, you know, he can still lie a bit to himself about still caring about them. 

Michael tries to free the souls and put an end to everything? William is going to stop him. 

Is Michael the favorite kid? Hell, no. After what happened to Evan, Michael was not his dad’s or mom’s favorite. He is the opposite of a wanted child. He is THE unwanted child. 

(actual footage of WIlliam Afton talking about Michael)

Is William going to have a crisis for killing Michael? Obviously not. He tried to do it on at least two occasions. It doesn’t seem that Michael’s death is going to be a problem for him. 

But anyway, his death is what changes William's motivation in the games, and also what reflects in what he became an obsessed man that destroyed his family and is still trying to live. 

I mean, we saw what his hell looks like. Him trying to come back is not the most unreasonable thing he has ever done. 

Moreover, my friend pointed out how until Midnight Motorist, William was represented by yellow (for example, in his lines at the end of FNAF 4), but the moment he appears to kill Charlie, he becomes purple. Two colors that are in opposite directions in the chromatic wheel, perfect to show how an once loving father becomes the monster we know now. 

I wanted to make a little mention to Elizabeth, this is getting too long, so I guess I’m going to end this part here because, well, William Afton ya’ll. There are probably things that I’m going to remember next week that I didn’t add here because I didn’t remember (even if I have a scheme of all this), so I’ll come back at some moment. Pun intended :)

[mejomonster]

Anon watching Love and Redemption here. OMG thank you so much for your incredibly thoughtful response. On the topic of misunderstandings, people get so heated and I was really looking for a more measured perspective so thanks for that. Also, your reply has me HYPE so I wanted to share some of my thoughts (I'm till ep 9 now)- I adore the romance but I also love the space this show gives to friendship. Minyan and Linglong being excited about reuniting w Sifeng and being just as hurt as Xuanji by his aloofness.

Xuanji and Sifeng both saving/protecting each other is just something I'm absolutely loving. Also, the inversion of gender roles- this was something that drew me towards the show, like Xuanji being on a traditional (male)hero's journey . But what you said about Sifeng's lover's curse being about purity/chastity and comparing Linglong and Jiang Cheng has my mind blown! I can't wait to see more tropes being turned upside down, already we had Sifeng defying the notion of all demons being Evil. Lastly, here's some spoilery speculation- Hao Chen definitely strikes as someone with an ulterior motive, he has some connection to Xuanji probably in their past life?

Is Sifeng the star of mosha maybe? I know some spoilers about him being a demon. Don't tell me though!

I see and appreciate you, life is just busy ToT

Okay so I'm not spoiling star of mosha but would LOVE to hear what you think once you find out -3-)/

I'm also curious how you feel about who the villain/s are and how those feelings change as it becomes more obvious who the villains are.

Also Mickey He, who was a hottie in Jade Palace Lock Heart, plays Sifengs sect leader legendary drama queen <3 which is a fun fact

I do love rhe friendships in this show. I feel the whole core friend group cares a lot for each other. If you've ever seen Good Omens, the friendships in that and the way of solving problems with love and desire to help also drew me to Love and Redemption.

Something you'll notice about this show and demons is... demons are used in this a lot like dixingren were used in Guardian. Which is very unlike the usual trope. The more demon situations play out in LaR, the more apparent it becomes they're not actually evil in any particular way, not any more than any human generally is, with some bad leaders just like some Sects have awful leaders, and then well. Extend that realization to the Heavenly Realm. This story does a lot to critique absolute power, following leadership blindly and what it means to figure out morality based on your own experiences and explorations versus just believing what you're told, and it does quite a job of using what you Expect each trope to function as/symbolize/get treated in this type of romance three lives xianxia story to comment on such things. Like. Sifeng is a demon. In this type show, like say Eternal Love, typically the demon is the second love interest who never gets the heroine. Who is inevitably corrupted or evil or pitiful and can never escape ultimately that he Is the demonic lesser "bad" one role. (Love Between Fairy and Devil actually also subverts this trope with the "demon" as the main love interest and hero, but it's definitely not the norm it is the exception and I love when this particular trope is changed like this). To extend this, in Eternal Love the "ultimate" bad guy is the Evil Demon King who wants revenge and to destroy the world. His princess and prince demon children might be better and have good intentions, but as his kids they get an extension of his bad ultimate fate. That can be contrasted to what Sifengs story will turn into later: how much does he bear suffering because humans dislike demons, Heavenly realm dislikes demons, despite whatever Sifeng has actually done (good or bad). In fact which demons even committed the kind of evils they're being punished for in LaR, and does LaR paint it as inevitable and acceptable pain they endure. Or as something that should NOT happen and is morally fucked up (like when Xuanji defends Sifeng and starts realizing how much she's been taught that is actually perpetuating harm and not helping innocents). In LaR when the star of mosha is revealed, the Evil Demon King from Eternal Love parallel, is the star equally painted as evil without a backstory? Is the star evil at all, does LaR paint the star as evil like Eternal Love would, or does LaR do something else with the star? Is it fair to assume just cayse the stars role is "evil demon king" that the star is actually evil, or was that just an assumption audiences were likely to make based on the usual tropes of these shows, an assumption that will be shattered and used differently. (There's so much this show does in terms of trope you expect versus how LaR will actually be using the character, which involves expecting the audience to Expect the usual trope outcome then instead LaR veers in a way different direction).

I absolutely love that Liu Xueyi was cast as Hao Chen. He does such a good fucking job and made me feel a Lot

A (minor) spoiler I am giving you is:

The show ends happy. I just wanted to put that out there because I know one never knows with a show like this

[hamliet]

Hi, I'm the last The Glory anon :). I just wanted to say, I get your point of drama's needing to be centered around restorative/preventative justice, I think they're valuable, but I think drama's like The Glory are needed as well. The background of this series was actually because the creator was horrified after reading all the bullying incidents and she actually interviewed a lot of victims in order to get a feeling of what she wanted to say and she ended up wanting to give a voice of those victims who were suffering in silence. The overwhelming sense that she got from those victims, was they they have not felt heard, helped or listened to, that they were gaslit into thinking that they were the ones in fault and that they deserved the horrific treatment. They didn't pursue any actions against their bullies either, out of fear of retaliation or they were coerced into thinking that it would destroy their bullies lives if they did. They wanted to let people know that they (the victims) know now, that it wasn't their fault for being bullied. To let people see how an entire system was stacked against them. The whole series through, the protag was okay into believing she wasn't a good person, that she didn't deserve love or friendship cause she knew taking revenge wasn't something a good person would do. So the drama never really glorified revenge either. What the series did do (for me, at least) was to validate a victim's feeling of hurt, pain, disappointment, abandonment and resentment. And I think that's fair. And powerful. So many times, a victim has to micromanage their feelings into pretty, neat, palpable things for others or have been gaslit into thinking the feelings of bullies and other peoples are more valid, more important. My bullies and my abusers for once, all came from broken homes/trauma's and they used that in order to keep raping/abusing me, a disabled woc. They made me think that the abuse I endured, was far less painful than the abuse they were going through/went trough and that I deserved the abuse because I wasn't worth anything anyway and they were patient /tolerant enough with me. Thinking my bullies/ abusers' feelings were more important than mines, literally almost killed me, but feeling wronged, feeling hurt and yes angry at what was happening to me, saved me. Nothing ever happened to my abusers/bullies and they never thought any wrong of their treatment towards me, either. The worst abuser and rapist were family members and I didn't want to end up with no family at my side completely. As an adult now, plenty of people feel okay to look down on my because of my disability and my race and I can't do anything about their treatment towards me, those little, unjust treatments cut like thousand paper cuts ever single day, but what can I do? I will have to swallow and deal with that every day, for the rest of my day. So yes, having a drama like the glory taking down entitled assholes down, is in some way cathartic, cause real life lets most of the bastards get away. I'm by far perfect, but I'm def not made of violent revenge plans, rage or anger. I can hardly even raise my voice towards someone. Cause I know what it is like to be at the receiving end of someone else's misery and I don't want any part of that anger and inability to see the humanity of someone else. I don't understand why someone would feel entitled to hurt another, who's usually weaker than them. Regardless of their pain or trauma's. Somewhere there is a line. Getting off from someone else's pain is not normal. And if you can't take responsibility for trauma's caused (and there are PLENTY of people who won't/unable to even see the their wrongness), I have even less patience for. I love me some morally grey fictional characters, I do. Redemption stories of abused people hurting others, only to realise they are not better than their abusers, can be powerful, I agree. Yet. If people can love and see the humanity of a redeemed bully/abuser, then I hope that people can accept the anger and resentment of a victim, too. Have a nice day.

Hi! I was worried about losing your ask in particular, so thank you for resending it.

"If people can love and see the humanity of a redeemed bully/abuser, then I hope that people can accept the anger and resentment of a victim, too"<--I do think this is incredibly important, and absolutely something worth remembering.

I’m also very sorry you’ve had to deal with all of this, for what it's worth. You shouldn't have had to.

I also wanna state that every story, even ones that I profoundly find irresponsible or bad, can help people because experiences are so very varied and everyone has unique needs. I’m definitely not pro censorship, so I am glad the story was able to help you. (Plenty of stories I like could be called bad and could upset other people... which is where critique comes in!)

For a larger point... I get a bit philosophical here, but that's because I honestly think systemic answers and individual answers don't always coincide. I'll explain a bit more below, and I hope to convey that my dislike of the show and labeling of it is absolutely not coming from a space of “you are a bad person if you liked it;” I don’t think that at all. I am glad this story offered you an outlet, and for others too. You deserve catharsis.

It's interesting what you note about the creator, because that does make sense. The ironic thing is that if anything I think her care actually contributed to the problems I had personally with the show—and keep in mind this is me personally, my own experience and opinion, bringing my own experiences and baggage to it which everyone does. I guess I am frustrated with the story because it seems like a case of best intentions, maybe, that still does harm. Yet there’s not always a way to prevent the worst effects of the best intentions, too.  So that’s not inherently the creator’s fault either. Just a reality, I suppose. 

As I said before, I genuinely think the show would have worked better had it framed itself with that self awareness that it was a revenge fantasy and an individual story, but it did present itself instead as something deeper than what it was, as drawing awareness in order to create an answer (hence the use of shock value graphic violence that while not unrealistic was still designed to provoke). And the consequences have been far beyond just people being aware of bullying or calling out people who were bullies, unfortunately. It has led to harassment campaigns and perpetuated myths about what causes bullying, which then makes it harder to actually intervene and stop the cycle. Hence I think that's why I consider it irresponsible to frame it as offering a solution when it does not; if it framed itself as escapism, that’d be different. 

That’s what frustrates me, I guess. I keep comparing it to 13 Reasons Why, because while that show also got people talking about suicide and assault and I know allowed people to feel empathized with in their pain, so I'm glad they have that, it also perpetuated myths about suicide that ultimately make it harder to actually intervene and prevent such things. This perpetuated several myths that make it harder to stop bullying, and actually has led to bullying because people online can become convinced that someone deserves to be bullied if they’re a bad enough person, but what that means is not generally as obvious as we'd think. That the director got caught up in the accusations and campaigns of was ultimately extremely ironic, but in a tragic sense: a real case of take out the plank from your own eye before looking for a speck in another’s. But he probably still has a career and a life ahead of him. The blowback will die down for him. But other people with far less money and less privilege, people who are not big name stars or idols or whatever, don’t have the same luxury, and that bothers me in this case.

It's also true that some issues are easier for each individual to see in a larger context and some that are more individual/personal, and it's also not necessarily linked to what someone has personally been through, and also, it's a lot harder for me to "zoom out" when it comes to other issues. And frankly? Your needs, and the individual needs in general, do need to be met too--individual and systemic needs both should be. So, I am glad this show could meet those individual needs, even though I hold that with my criticisms.

Sending you hugs, if wanted.

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine when the Republic falls and your life is deeply affected by it. Your husband is no where to be seen and you fear the worst might have happened to him, specially after news regarding Order 66 have reached you. Despite the bad omens, however, you decide to look for him. And what you might find will surprise you.

Warnings: drama, explicit smut, violence, angst, unburnt Vader.

Warnings 2: this got long. 👀🤭

Recommendations: “The Ghost of You” by My Chemical Romance.

No minors.

***

Intro.

It starts to rain and you are on the market when the hologram pops up. Whenever it happens, great news are expected to be told. You are standing amongst the crowd as a black hooded man is seen.

“Greetings to all, citizens. We salute you. News ought to be delivered in regard to the present situation concerning the clonic wars…” And here he tells how the Jedis are guilty for treason because they played a major role throughout the conflict, often betraying the Senate purposes.

“For this reason, as the common law dictates, every Jedi is a traitor and treason is punishable by death. However, in order to prevent chaos, if you spot a Jedi, communicate us as fast as possible.”

He goes on in announcing himself as Emperor, welcoming now the citizens of Coruscant as citizens of the Galactic Empire. Once he ends the communication, every one is mute.

What had just happened?

You fear for your husband. Having him in your mind, you drop your basket and leave your things behind. Discreetly, you pass through your neighbors and others and start to increase the rhythm of your pace.

You hear noises. Chaos finds you. Next thing you see is some sort of riot happening, sounds of blasters, screams of people, making it difficult to distinguish what they are screaming for.

Where are you?

You push these people aside, trying to make your way to the ancient Jedi Temple located at a farther spot from the center of Coruscant. You don’t mind the troopers, you don’t mind people. All you want to know is if he survived.

Perhaps it is fortunate that you are an invisible woman to all, a being who is unworthy the attention of the troopers. You remain ignored as you walk back your home, eyes already puddled with tears.

How many times did you not wish to be a Jedi? How often didn’t you wonder when he was away what would be like to follow him in his dangerous missions? How regularly haven’t you spent your nights wide awake praying for him going back safe and sound to your arms?

And he would frequently go back to you. He always kept his promises. But you don’t have enough time to think about it for you are forced to retreat back to your home since getting to the Temple Jedi is proving an impossible task. Once you do, though, he isn’t there.

He is not coming home. He is not coming home.

You refuse to take these words as part of your reality. You’ve heard whispers concerning the Order 66, whose main objective was to destroy the Jedis.

No. You are coming back to me. You are.

You start looking for him in every spot of your house, but he is no where to be seen. He is nowhere to be found.

As you stay outdoors watching the end of world, your knees weaken and you fall down. You burst into violent tears. Somehow you know. Somehow you become another loser of this war. You look up at the darkest skies and you sob.

“I’ll get my revenge, Emperor. Even if I die trying, I’ll get my way to you.”

And so you cry.

***

Flashback.

• The Twilight of the Clonic Wars (I) •

You are but a librarian who has nothing to do with the Force or the Jedis working at the temple. It’s a nice job, suit to your passion for knowledge. You love reading, it is how you’ve been raised by your parents: if you want to be free, Y/N, read; if you want to fight for yourself to get what you want, sharp your mind; books are any human being’s best friend.

It’s what your parents used to tell you. They were neither rich nor part of the lower class of Coruscant. They didn’t have the Force, but were an average part of the population. Nonetheless they were great parents who always sought to give you and your brothers everything you deserved. You couldn’t complain for having a nice life.

You fondly remember them as you organize the shelves. Because of the clonic wars, war eventually found a way to drag your father to fight for the Republic and your mother would follow him. Not too long after that, your brothers parted to serve too. In short years, this job was everything you had.

Despite the sadness of the situation, you are in peace with it. So here you are, moving on with your life. You are very thankful for Master Windu arranging this job for you. But your routine does not necessarily lead you to the Jedis. And you are fine with it. All you desire is to be occupied.

That is the context when he comes to find you. A tall man dressed in black robes, dark brown hair falling over his shoulders, who possesses the brightest pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen tumbles against you.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You are quick to apologize despite the fact he is the one distracted. You take the books and prepare yourself to leave, but you miss the amusement in his irises.

“What for? Hey, are you new here?”

You look back, barely blinking. Is he talking to me?

As if reading your thoughts, he smiles at you.

“Yes, I am talking to you.”

You blush, feeling awkward in interacting with others, a trait you’ve never truly developed well. At least not during the war anyway where you lost your family and friends to it.

“I… Well, sort of. I’ve been working here half a year now”, you tell him. “Do you need my help, sir?”

The male finds you adorable to behold, intrigued to find a non-possessor of the Force right in the library of the Temple Jedi. You are shorter than him, your y/c hair is tied in a bun and the round glasses you wear hide the color that paints your eyes. Your face is covered with simple make up, an indicator that you are concerned with your public image. You dress a nice white blouse and black jeans.

There is something about you that, although at first sight might mistake you to a common lass of Coruscant, sparks an interest in the man. He is intrigued by you. Your presence is like an electric field against which he has little power to be apart.

“I do, yes.” He clears his throat, dismissing his first impressions. “I am not so sure you’ll know what I’m talking about, but are you familiar with the book ***? My Master recommended me to read it but I can’t seem to find here.”

You surprise him when you say:

“Oh yes, I know which one. Let me see in what shelf is in. New copies arrived yesterday, these are new editions with updates moves and instructions of how to use them.”

The man raises an eyebrow at you.

“You don’t have the Force”, he observes, his eyes glued at your back.

You smirk.

“No, I don’t.”

“How do you know about it then?”

You finally stop and turn at him. It is comic how this tall man, whom you promptly see as a Jedi, looks at you and you stand there with a hand on your waist.

“Just because I am not a Jedi doesn’t mean I cannot read about the Force or how the peacekeepers fight.” You tell him.

He chuckles.

“Very well. I am impressed.”

You side smirk at him.

“You don’t strike me as one who is easily impressed.”

Another laughter. You like the sound of it.

“No”, he agrees. “I am not.”

You offer your hand for him to shake.

“I am Y/N Y/LN. I am the librarian and I pray I can be of your use.”

He takes it before giving a shake, with a smile dancing on his lips.

“And I am Anakin Skywalker. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss Y/N.”

As you give the book he requests, you realize your eyes never for once left those blue of his.

***

Present Days.

It is difficult to pursuit the path of vengeance, to be bent to an unending grief in spite of an inexplicable feeling that he is out there, somewhere.

Perhaps you are waiting for me anywhere, Ani. I will find you, though.

You are wearing a dark cape over your shoulders and black robes as a result. You carry yourself a blaster, but you don’t use it. You walk amongst others as if you are a ghost. You even suspect the Empire has no records of you, otherwise why didn’t they come for you?

It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that I am Mrs Skywalker. Why didn’t they come to end with my life?

How suspicious. But you don’t waste your time thinking about it. You should be looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi or even Ahsoka Tano, but where would you look for them, assuming them to be alive?

In my heart I know nothing is lost. These three haven’t died. My love hasn’t been demised to the Order 66.

You steal a ship. Memories hurt you as when you remember the day Anakin taught you how to pilot one. His laughters and amusement at your primary attempts in doing so and how at each time you hit the ship bring you back to tears without your notice.

The salt there is in them reaches out for your tongue, a taste that has long been familiar to you. Once so patient and resigned, you are tired of sitting and waiting for things to work.

So you start piloting the ship, leaving Coruscant behind once and for all. You are clueless as where to go, though, and this only makes you desperate. It’s when you are soon reminded of something about Mustafar, the last planet where Anakin told you he’d go to. Perhaps that is where you should head to.

But how? You don’t know the routes, you’ve never dared to pilot into the galaxy before. It is when you recollect the day Anakin taught you how to contact the Force.

“All you have to say is: I am one with the Force and the Force is with me”, he instructed you. “But you have to say believing it, patiently. Otherwise you will not be affected by it.”

“Shouldn’t I possess the Force to do so?” You remember inquiring him.

He’d laugh and stroke your cheek before saying:

“No, angel. The difference between you and I resides in the fact that you were not born with it. But if you train it patiently, you’ll be able to fix it.”

“With you as my husband, I don’t think I am able to concentrate.” You said maliciously, earning some cuddles and tons of kisses from him, which made you beam.

But this is not the moment nor the time to dwell in the past, as tempting and comforting it is for you. What you have to do is check your emotions and try to follow your husband’s meditation’s exercises.

You take a deep breath. You close your eyes, emptying your mind in the process. It’s difficult for you, though. The tension makes your heart race and a lot of preoccupations mixed to anxieties seem to stand as impediments for you to reach the Force.

The words come out of your lips as you were once taught by Anakin, but every time they are pronounced, your thoughts dealign with your heart. You don’t know how much time you take, maybe some hours, but when you are exhausted�� is when you finally succeed.

“I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.” You whisper like a small prayer, prompted to sleep in this ship, floating on the center of the dark space.

It’s when you begin to feel the weight there is in your heart to lighten, the burden you carry on your shoulders to be removed. A very strange sentiment that no words can translate it takes over you.

The more you repeat, the more you sense it showing you bits of different scenarios; until eventually you see through your eyelashes a masked man.

“By the Maker!” You yell at yourself, jumping out of seat.

You are scared. It feels like you are awaking of a nightmare. In situations as these, where old traumas came uninvited, Anakin would hold you close. He would fight away your fears and console you.

But he isn’t there to do that, is he? You swallow your tears and press the button of hyperspace. You have a bad feeling about what’s to come…

***

Flashback.

The Twilight of the Clonic Wars (II). •

He comes to see you again and again. You start to feed expectations, aware that you are being unreasonable and creating illusions. You tell yourself that Anakin Skywalker is a Jedi, a General this close to be given the title of a Master. This means you are not only lower than his station, but also you forget that one simple rule you know so well: Jedis cannot form romantic attachments.

This is what you are thinking about, lamenting for it when you hear his voice:

“Do you realize that I can actually hear your thoughts?”

You freeze. Little by little you turn around and spot Anakin standing before you. Your face has never been so red as it is now. Worse, he is entertained at the cost of your embarrassment.

“I-I-I…”, you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze. “I really don’t know what I was thinking. I have just finished a novel and…”

Anakin laughs. Aren’t you adorable when you lie? He crosses his arms, resisting the impulse to touch your cheek, wondering if your y/c skin is smooth as it looks.

“For someone who reads a lot and spends a considerable time in between books, you surely are the worst liar I came across with, Y/N. Come. Do you have time for a coffee?”

You are suddenly shy right under his gaze. Something about how he looks at you makes you flustered. But you smile back at him.

“I have, yes.”

And the next thing you know you are at a nearby coffeeshop with him. It is easy to forget that there is a war going on out there when the two of you are talking amenities and other things too.

So that afternoon, Anakin and you discover the many tastes you have in common. He does appreciate your wit, how passionate you can be when talking about the little things you love and what have you accomplished with your studies.

It starts like that. Small talks, small encounters, coffee breaks. Before you know, you are anxiously waiting for him. And worrying for him too.

“Ani. People talk about your recklessness again.” You are not usually one who gossips but you have ears. And they more than frequent capture things that set your heart at an uneasiness. Like, for example, when you heard someone saying that he flirted openly with Senator Amidala, which still sends waves of pain to your heart, however hard you dissimulate it.

“There is little need for you to worry about me”, Anakin tells you, cocky as he usually is. This day you have been released earlier from your duties so he took you for a stroll around the gardens. “I often know what I’m doing, honey.”

He smirks at the facility with which he makes you blush, lowering your eyes and smiling in secrecy, hoping he does not see you in such state. But Anakin does, and sees right through you. It makes his heart melt and his eyes are all over you.

“Even so”, you raise your face at last. “I do worry for you. I have read how dangerous and deadly are the missions you are assigned to. You may not give the worth my heart deserves, but believe me, it is far too sensitive to bare the idea you might not come back and…”

You suddenly realize what you are saying and quickly you shush. Anakin is smirking again as you just openly admitted that you are in love with him. He leads you somewhere away from the prick ears of the gossip Jedi that might be out there, so he can have an instance of privacy with you.

The sun is setting in the horizon in a most romantic scenario when he lifts your chin, searching for your eyes. This time you don’t part the gaze. You also take sudden notice your fingers are locked with his.

“You have every reason to be concerned. I would too if I were in your shoes.” He then uses his metallic hand to caress your cheek and he smiles when you lean into it. “But I will always go back to you, angel. I do cherish your heart and give the worth it deserves. Now I see I took too long to make it obvious.”

“And here I was thinking you were openly flirting with certain Senators.” You cannot help yourself, distrusting the words that reach your ears.

Anakin throws his head back and laughs, much to your embarrassment. He then cups both cheeks and, resting his forehead against yours, says he:

“You are the only one I have eyes to. There is no one else that could capture my heart the way you do, Y/N. I love you, always and for ever.”

You smile brightly, placing your hands over his shoulders.

“I love you too, Ani. For as long as I breathe and even beyond, this heart beats only for you.”

That being said, he kisses your lips passionately.

***

Present Days.

You land in Mustafar after a while in a state of exhaustion, both mentally and physically. Nonetheless, the pursuit for Anakin continues. You are scared, naturally, and fear follows your steps.

You throw your hood to omit your face, grab enough credits you have and carry two blasters with yourself. Your heart races against your chest to the point of aching.

Like a phantom, you leave the ship and try to ignore the unbearable heat of the volcano planet. The atmosphere burns your nose, making it difficult to breathe, and to worse all it is not welcoming you. Somehow it feels like death, it smells so.

Unbeknownst to you, this is the planet where Anakin fought Obi-Wan; where other Jedis were sent to die, where hell breaks loose. Whilst you think yourself to be a coward, moved by a sense of injustice you are desperate to amend whatever it takes, your bravery goes beyond your limitations.

In truth, you ignore you’ve been followed in secrecy by the same masked man who’s been haunting your dreams. You overlook the possibility that your steps are not covered, that insignificant as you see yourself, the Empire knows who you are and where you are. It is only a matter of time until you find this out.

“Anakin”, you mutter under your breath. “I know you are out there. I am not giving you up.”

You wish at times that the Order 66 would have taken you to death if this meant you’d never lost him. Your eyes blurry as you begin to wonder how could you have let that happen.

You feel you are being followed but thrice you check and there is no one to see. It is you and your shadow, you, in the depths of hell. Something about the lava captures your attention. It seems so tempting…

“No.”

You say to yourself. The pain the planet seems to plague at you becomes unbearable. You feel as if you are about to go mad. You retrace your steps, going back to your ship when you hear a very strange noise.

“Holy shit”, you curse.

Whatever it is out there, you sense it’s coming after you. At the end of the world, this is not the last thing you want to see if your final destination is the inevitable death.

I know you are alive. I know you are, Anakin.

You manage to reach your ship despite nearly tumbling in the rocks. You are shaking when you get to it. You turn it on and after a few tries, you manage to leave it right before a creature that is close to octopus but in a gigantic and devil form is about to take you.

You have little time to breathe relieved: electric storms are coming for you. Despite your fears, you find the boldness there is in you.

“Fuck it. If I am to die, here is a great moment to do so.”

You push the control and you scream loud. But you successfully cross through these dark clouds and leave the planet. You don’t find him there as you expected. Your heart weights with grief, you have no idea where to look for him now.

You stand there in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by darkness. Hopelessness takes grip of your heart. Where to go now? You try not to feel discouraged, but you end up going to the next planet. You end up flying to Y/C, where you remember that Anakin went with Ahsoka.

As you finally find hope within you, after calming yourself in this complete mess, you begin to pilot away. It is when you spot this ship. At first you think it’s coincidental to find a black ship where you are now, but you realize you can’t pilot away. It soon engulfs your ship. You panic when you realize you fell in a trap.

Initially you fear you are about to be a victim of pirates, which means your fate will be either death or slavery. You start to get resigned at this prospective.

However, when you find the masked man of your nightmares standing in the ship where yours is being dragged into, you freeze.

Y/N, you hear the voice in your mind. We finally meet.

You pale. The voice sounds familiar to you. And when you are about to pick up the pieces of it, you get overwhelmed. Before the door is open, your mind is blank and you past out.

***

Flashback.

The Twilight of the Clonic Wars (III). •

You wait like always. But this time when he lands in Coruscant, he finds you at the place you both call home. You have just put your pajamas when a knock on the door is heard.

Who might that be? It is the first thought that occurs you, finding strange that at such an hour you get a visitor. So you throw over your shoulders some robes and go attend the door. To your delight there is Anakin.

“Oh my darling!” You beam before throwing your hands around his neck.

There is nothing better to him than being greeted warmly as he is by you. When he is engulfed in your arms and he holds you close, listening to your heartbeat, smelling your scent, reading your thoughts—how you longed for him, how you missed him, how you ached for him.

“I missed you, Y/nickname”, he kisses your cheek, then burying his head against your neck, his arms around you. “I missed you so damn much.”

“You came back to me”, you don’t intend to speak it, but these words roll out your tongue. “You came back, Ani.”

He gently parts the embrace to look at you. He cups your cheeks and smiles at you.

“Of course I did, my love. I am always coming back to you.” He takes your hands and presses a kiss in each, never letting go of them. “You know wherever you go, I will follow you.”

You two just have been recently married. When Anakin took you for a surprise travel to the galaxy—you’ve never been up at the space before and have always wondered what it was like, to see the countless planets and an infinite number of stars—, he landed you to planet Y/C, the most beautiful you’ve ever seen and there you were proposed. The following month, he surprised you by taking to a planet you longed to know—and that was where you married him.

15 months later and here you are, at your new home with the man you love.

“As will I”, you pursuit his lips in a tender kiss. “My heart is yours to command.”

Anakin sighs in content. He’s been having a couple of difficult weeks with the Jedis, culminated with Ahsoka’s trial and her refusal to go back to the Order.

You are aware of what’s been happening and it doesn’t help that you’ve been witnessing the arrogance of the Jedis even at the library. You don’t judge his sufferings and he appreciates you’ve always been there to console him, to listen, to give fairly good advices.

But tonight is not the moment to spend in stressing himself. He kisses you eagerly, willing for more. Anakin feels your lips twitching into a smirk, a move he does too. The connection one has with the other is evident.

You gently part the kiss, locking hands with him as you take him upstairs.

“Let me tend your needs, darling.”

He side smirks at you.

“When you start saying things like that… By the Maker, what do you intend to do with me?”

“You wait and you will see…”

The door closes and the night is about to start for you two.

***

Present Days.

Lord Vader is breathing mechanically, standing not too far from where you are. He senses your moves, an indication you are about to wake up. He is relieved for seeing you well, although this is rather questionable.

When he investigates your thoughts, he finds anguish clouding the sweet woman with whom he fell in love in the past. The memories he sees leave him baffled: where there is fear, there is sadness, angst and more. Vengeance paves the path for your suffering. The nights spent in tormented tears…

I should have come for you. I thought you’d deserved better, Y/N. Fuck. What have I done?

His gloved hands search for yours and you almost unconsciously lock your fingers with his. When you awake, you are perplexed to see it’s Anakin. You are quick to stand in the bed it was prepared to receive you. You don’t even realize your clothes are changed: Vader made sure you were well looked after.

You don’t care about it, not when you see Anakin standing right before you. His hair is slightly longer than the last time you saw him; curls dropped to his shoulders and when you placed one behind his ear, his eyes turn to yours: they are painted in yellow, no more the tempest blue that once dragged you to him.

You don’t mind that, despite placing your hands to cup his cheeks, but there are tears in your eyes.

“Anakin, It’s you.” It is only by feeling his skin against the touch of your hands that you know it’s him. You sob. “You are alive. You are not a ghost, you are here.”

He doesn’t respond, but he involves you in his embrace. The sound of your tears breaks his heart, it contains such a depth of anguish that reminds him precisely the day he fought Obi-Wan and rose to become a Sith Lord. He senses the same magnitude of pain that hisses inside you, but he does not wish to see you following the same path.

“I am not Anakin anymore.” Words come out in a whisper, but you still hear them.

You are pulled away from the embrace by your embrace.

“What are you saying?”, you ask, confused. “Is it related to the yellow that colors your eyes?”

Your innocence is painful for him. He easily forgets that you are not involved in this world where there are Siths and Jedis, even if you at times felt excluded from it—a sentiment he always tried to placate.

“I am a Sith Lord now”, he tells you, stroking your cheek, his hand moving to your neck. “They call me Darth Vader, Y/N. You deserve a better husband.”

He watches you intently, waiting for your reaction. You are processing the informations, recollecting with what you’ve read in books—though you’ve read not many that discussed the Siths.

“How… How long have this been going on?” And without your notice, you sniff. “Is it something I’ve done? Have… Have you found a-a-another wife?”

Vader is taken aback by your thoughts. He tells you he is a Sith Lord and all you care about is whether he found a new wife?! He looks at you in a mix of astonishment and amusement.

“No, my darling. I love you with all my being. Fuck, you are the only one who softens me.” He whispers. “You are my weakness, you are the best part of me. You are the desire of my heart, of my soul…”

You like how possessive he is to you, how possessively he searches for you, his face now so close to yours, his fingers moving from your neck to your sides. You are strangely aroused by it.

Vader senses it too, a sly smirk twitching at the corner of his lips as he spreads your legs to get himself in between. But his eyes remain glued in yours.

“You know I feel the same”, you whisper, your fingers playing with his curls before stroking his cheek and moving to his neck and shoulders. Then almost unconsciously you start working at his fabric. “Why did you leave me behind? Why did you let me believe you were dead? Why did you never tell me any of this? All of those things you’ve never told me…”

You choke with the salt of your tears. A mix of feelings rises like volcano. Anakin watches you with interest all the while he helps to remove the shirt you are wearing.

“You deserved someone better than I. I was trying to protect you.” His hands begin to untie your bra, and there is something about how he speaks to you that leaves you soaked in between your legs. And when his gloved hands stroke your exposed nipples, you throw your head back and moan loudly.

“I don’t want to be protected from my own husband.” You lean back and have your hand finally under his pants. Whatever sadness there is in your eyes, there is no more. You smirk when sensing his subtle erection pumping into your delicate fingertips. Never before you felt so naughty. “I want you, as you are. No more, no less.”

He groans before pursuing your lips hungrily, a hand caressing your right breast all the while using the other to pull your hair. You have missed him for a very long time and now, Sith Lord or not, he is going to compensate for the misery you’ve been through.

You are momentarily distracted from what you are doing when his lips move to your neck, leaving bruises with his teeth in your skin before slipping his tongue to your breasts. To each, he takes your nipple with a devouring mouth, all the while he gives another use to his free hand, abusing the Force to remove the pants you’ve been wearing.

“Oh my Maker!” You squeak when you see the buttons flying to the floor. And you cry out when his metallic hand finds the way to your womanhood.

“All wet for me”, he hums against your skin. Vader smirks at how you are easily overpowered by him. “Oh the days you always succumbed to me…”

You are going mad with his treatment to you, your cries going louder as a result. You don’t think about anything that is not the husband you missed. Whatever identity he is now, he remains the same to you.

“Fuck me.” You curse loud, feeling his two delicious fingers moving inside you in back and forth moves before inserting a third one. It doesn’t help he uses the Force to you too. Your moans have never been so…loud. “Oh my husband, I’ve missed you!”

When opening your eyes and meeting his, you see he is now on his knees. Bloody hell. The mere sight of lust in his irises, mirroring the sly smirk you are so familiar, are enough to make your nipples harder than before and bring you to the core of your orgasm.

“I see you still succumb under my touch.” He says, arrogantly so.

You spread your legs wider, not minding begging to him for doing other things to you.

“Please, my love.” You beg him, eyeing his well built muscles and his erection that is close to leave the pants you unbuttoned.

Vader feels what you feel. For once he is complied to be told what to do. Usually the one who does so, only his wife could actually have such an accomplishment.

He feels his cock throbbing against his leather pants, but he doesn’t pay that mind to it when he is concentrated in giving you what you need. Soon where there had been his fingers, there is his tongue.

Your legs shake at the mere feeling of his tongue in there. You had missed how heavenly torturing was when he did these things to you. The first time he did it so to you, you were secretively making out at the library. He had to hide away when a Master came in—because your relationship was a secret back then—so you went behind a desk all the while he went under it and took the opportunity. After that, he would joke to you about how addicted you’ve become to it. You’d blame him for being so good in making you come undone.

You are also reminded that he liked to tease you in public, testing your limits. In a feast where Obi-Wan kindly invited you, Anakin made sure to eat you out when he took you to the gardens of his household.

And just like this… you are ruined again. Except you are allowed to scream loud. So as you ride his face, your juices get to his mouth and he swallows all of it.

You are still heavily panting when he rises and pulling you on your back, he is ready to dominate you as prompted as you are in being dominated when you feel his manhood throbbing into your pussy. Your husband pulls your hair back all the whilst his hand is holding your hip, occasionally slapping your buttocks.

“Did you miss this?” He asks you in a husky voice, his eyes eating you out. You feel yourself wet once more.

“Yes.” You answer breathlessly. “Oh yes, my love.”

You meet his gaze, kissing his lips hungrily before you turn against him and push him to the floor. And right there you mount his cock like you used to.

“You’ve never fooled me.” He whispers against your skin, bathed in sweat, hot as fever. “You are just like me.”

You moan loudly, partially aroused by his words, but more so for how righteously he fucks you.

“You are my other half.” You tell him, leaning forward to bite his bottom lip, digging your nails against his skin as you pull him closer to you.

He looks at you softly. He is still your Anakin, and to see that makes you smile. Vader knows it, hence why he kisses you passionately as you two slow down and make love on the floor.

*

But there is still a problem to solve, though. You know he is conflicted and your thirst for revenge is only half satisfied. All of the journey you’ve been through had the single purpose to find Anakin and arranging the death of the Emperor. Although this second option is as suicidal now as it was the day you formulated it, you are still unsure about giving it up.

“I know I am asking you too much.” You tell him. “In truth I don’t care what you are as long as you are happy, my darling. Is serving the Emperor contenting you?”

He stands at the window, contemplating the view of his quarters. In silence there he stays, so you stand and move to where he is.

“Vader or Anakin, I love you the same.”

“And if I kill him? What will be of us?” Vader asks you, insecurity remaining in his painful eyes to see.

You cup his cheeks and lean to kiss his forehead.

“We will be in peace, living the life we want it, far away from it.”

He hesitates, but when looking at how loving you are to him, when remembering the journey you’ve been through to find him… Every sacrifice must be rewarded even if you don’t expect it.

But for you both revenge can only be sealed with the Emperor’s death. It is only then peace can be purchased.

He takes your hand and looking right into your eyes, Vader kisses it. An unspoken vow is made by you.

***

Epilogue.

Anakin watches you play with your children at the farm you all live at the planet Y/C. By his side, the brother that was always like a father to him as well: Obi-Wan Kenobi. After a dramatic reconciliation post Palpatine’s death, the two reunited after you encouraged your husband to do so.

“Five children in five years.” Obi-Wan says impressed. “By the Maker, how you and…? Oh, I don’t think I want to know.”

Anakin laughs heartily, but he is distracted when Luke comes for him.

“Daddy! Can I go pilot with Ben?” He has his younger brother by his side.

“Uh, no?! You are barely six years old, young man.” He is on his knee to match the children’s height. “I can, however, take you for a ride… If your grandpa Obi-Wan here cares to join us.”

The boys chuckle because they know “grandpa Obi”, as he is affectionately called by the Skywalker children, is not very fond of flying with their father.

“I thought I have already cleansed my sins.” Obi-Wan sighs dramatically.

“Please, grandpa Obi!” Luke pulls his long sleeve. “We won’t let daddy fly very fast.”

Obi-Wan gives a quizzical glance at Anakin, who struggles not to laugh at the man’s expression.

“I doubt that, young man. Perhaps next time.”

In the meantime the young sons of Anakin are still trying to convince Obi-Wan to fly with them, the daughters you have with him are disputing who would be a better apprentice to Ahsoka in the future.

Anakin’s former Padawan, who is like a sister to you—the two of you bonded overall in the moment where she was obliged to spend a considerable time in the library—, has too been reconciled with your husband. And she is gladly now by your side, though she is usually out there helping to reestablish the Republic.

“Ahsoka is not taking any of you to be her apprentice”, you are telling Leia, Jeyne and Margery. “By the Maker, you are all very young for that. Leia, would you please stop pulling your sister’s hair?”

Ahsoka chuckles at the situation.

“Perhaps when they are older.” And giving you a look, she adds in a whisper: “You know your offspring has the Force.”

You sigh dramatically.

“Don’t bother reminding me, Ahsoka. I wish they did not, but look whom I married to.”

The two of you exchange looks of complicity and burst into giggles. In moments like these, time doesn’t feel like it’s passed.

Later that day, after the visitors left and the children are clean and in bed, you and Anakin finally have a moment to yourselves.

“My, the day was long”, you are telling blissfully as you put your nightgown and let your hair down. “Finally we live the life we want to.”

“It is a good life, isn’t it? I am surprised to actually content myself with it, although to be fair I am considering going back to the field.” He gets from you a long look. “What? Babe, you know quiet is not too much for me.”

You sigh heavily.

“You know, I am not surprised.” You take a seat next to him. “If it’s good for you, it works for me too. I think it’s time to get our lives back from what it used to be anyway. I’m considering doing something different now, though. I might invest in becoming a teacher, although this is hardly glamorous compared to you, the Jedi Master who is the chosen one.”

You snort, but Anakin holds you close and says:

“I don’t fucking care about any of that, love of my life. I want you to be happy. I want us to work together and have a functional family for once. Whatever is good for you, it is for me too. We are on this together.”

He begins to kiss your shoulder and then your neck, smirking when seeing the shivers that run in you.

“Are you sure?” You hesitate.

You tilt your head to the right, side eyeing as he puts the strap of your nightgown down, slowly working to remove the rest of it, as he kisses the back of your shoulder and neck, placing your hair aside.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Mmhm.” You gently spread your legs as he rests a hand in your thigh. “Oh Maker. I always fail in resist your seduction tricks. Little wonder why I get easily pregnant. Who would resist you, Anakin Skywalker?”

And that is how this time you dominate him and he gladly complied to your horniness, much to his delight.

“I am yours to command, Mrs Skywalker.”

And that night’s just begun…

[demonscantgothere]

Okay, some thoughts about Saurondriel in that finale:

The pure literary drama of Sauron and Galadriel. It’s Shakespearean tragedy to the extreme. Halbrand has tried to win Galadriel over as friend and an ally since the beginning of them meeting each other; and it’s obvious it was very important to him that Galadriel was an ally—he had constantly given her unsolicited political advice, and it was all very politically savvy manipulation on how they should make more allies. Hold on for a minute, Galadriel, it is impertinent that Númenor is our friend. Hold on, Galadriel, it’s important that we go behind Queen Míriel’s back in order to exploit her fear and give her a means of mastering it so that we may master her. Hold on, Galadriel, I keep telling you I don’t want to go back to the Southlands, but I know you won’t give up this search for revenge in order to kill me. You will not let me go gently into that good night. You will hunt me down until the end of time. So, I’m going to discourage you from putting a crown on my head, so you keep believing I’m just one of the good guys, and then I’m going to cave in to the idea and Do The Right Thing and save these Southlanders and be their king, to further put the idea into your head that I’m a good person. Then, I’m going to use your bolstering of me in order to build up an army, so that I can use that army against you in the future just in case I need it. Galadriel has twice promised Halbrand an army.

This sounds like a manipulative villain, doesn’t it? Especially to those of you who hadn’t previously explored the dark potential behind Halbrand’s actions yet? Maybe I’m just naturally suspicious at this point in my life, but this guy has given off major red flags since Day One.

And now that it has come out and Galadriel has discovered exactly why he did all of these things—because of his hidden identity as Sauron—everything is going to explode between Halbrand, the Elves, the Dwarves, the Men, and the Orcs. If they all discover who he really is, they are going to try to either (1) murder him, like permanently-destroy-his-spirit murder him or (2) imprison him for all of time because he is literally a war criminal. Sauron is a war criminal who never faced justice, but he’s not just any war criminal. He’s a powerful being, a fallen angel of sorts that is a reflection of Lucifer per Tolkien’s Catholic upbringing. Sauron is our Lucifer Morningstar, guys. That’s literally what he is. He is the Devil. Let me paint a picture for you: Sauron is the dude who will whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he slowly slips the knife into your back and the blood pours down his fingers as he kisses the shell of your ear. I bet he licks his fingers off afterwards, too. That’s literally who this guy is.

Canonically, he had kidnapped people’s lovers and requested surrenders when he had already killed their lovers, and after they showed up to rescue their loved one and attempt a truce, Sauron would say, “Oop, sorry, I shapeshifted into a werewolf and devoured the Love of Your Life,” and then turned around and ate them, too. And I’m not making that up. That’s canon. Let that sink in. Really give that a moment to sink in. That’s Tolkien canon.

That got intense now, didn’t it?

. . . Would you forgive this dude?

. . . And do you really think this guy is going to let anyone imprison him or kill him of all things?

And when they turn on him, he is going to turn on all of them.

We are 100% going to see the moment when Sauron decides to split his soul into two pieces and make a horcrux long before Voldemort made it cool. It’s harder to kill an enemy who has not one, but two souls, isn’t it?

But from Galadriel’s perspective, we are going to see a deeply wounded individual who is in pain over the loss of her family. Over the loss of her brother. In war. She is processing trauma, and Halbrand seemed to be a very good friend. Someone who rescued her when he didn’t have to. Someone who looked out for her. Someone who showed her respect by retrieving the dagger of a brother whom she is still grieving over and returning it to her—an emotional memento to Galadriel that cannot be ever replaced should it be lost, and he got it back for her. Someone who gave her advice that is correct and works. Someone who helped her navigate the need to protect herself by helping her complete her mission, so that she feels safe and happy again. She wants revenge for her brother’s death. Halbrand appeared as though he was helping her to achieve that peace.

Galadriel is not stupid. She is hopeful. She is good. She is grieving war trauma. She is in pain. There is nothing about any of that which is stupid, and it’s insulting and sexist to insinuate it just because Galadriel is a woman. Women are allowed to be clouded by pain, too. You wouldn’t say that if this was male character. And if you would, you think you’re some genius who would see through Sauron’s designs even though all of these other powerful beings couldn’t. “The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world that he did not exist.” Please, spare me the I’m smarter than that speech.

Now that she has learned his identity, this is the truth: no matter his intentions, he lied about who he was to her. This is a person who can no longer be trusted now that his true self is revealed. What else may he have lied about? And how could she ever really trust him again? She wouldn’t, and she shouldn’t. She will turn on him because not only is he is her sworn enemy—he pretended to be something he wasn’t.

Because he lied about one thing for sure, it brings all of the other stuff into question too. Now we can never really know the truth. We don’t know how much of what he said was lies.

She will turn on him. The next step? These two are literally going to go to war against each other. These two are literally going to go to war against each other. And it won’t stop until one of them is dead. An Elvish commander and Dark Lord on opposing sides.

They were always going to come to blows because he is the villain; he has to pay and Galadriel will make sure he pays. Poetic justice will be achieved. Triple the points since it has been implied multiple times that Finrod’s death was directly linked to servants of Sauron, so by proxy he is the reason her brother is dead.

You can tell this same story with two men, but we’ve gotten that story a million times before. We don’t need another Obi-Wan versus Anakin Skywalker moment, do we? And I’m not saying those two stories are the same because they are not—but the effect is still two friends becoming enemies, and they don’t have to both be of the same sex for that story to matter any more or any less. Their sex or gender has absolutely nothing to do with this. Let’s not be discriminatory here. You wouldn’t whine if Sauron tricked a male. You are saying a woman has more responsibility to not let herself be tricked by a man than another male does, and that’s Victim Blaming 101. That’s the equivalent of asking, “What was she wearing?” It doesn’t matter what she was wearing, he took advantage of her and that’s on him, not her, so sit down and shut the fuck up and listen.

Sauron’s deception and betrayal ran deep during this time. He lied about who he was with every new powerful friend he made, from the Elf lords to the Dwarf lords and beyond. And a lot of people, including a lot of Elves, fell for it. That’s canon. Why are people mad that . . . this is what’s being written for the story in the show? That’s literally what Tolkien wrote. And why not have Galadriel as our protagonist, so we don’t have all male heroes which was a huge complaint about the original The Lord of the Rings? Galadriel gets to be our betrayed hero who avenges her family instead of Elrond. Galadriel canonically lost family in that war in ways Elrond did not. Giving her the anger and the revenge to play the task of our hero makes more sense as the War with Morgoth affected her more deeply. Did you really wanna give the main hero position to, what, an original character? That would have been horrific. Please, Galadriel is right here, and she’s a wonderful protagonist.

It’s literally canon that Sauron was a masterful liar and deceiver. Hello, Lucifer Morningstar. Oh my God, Charlie Vickers delivered. I really want to see his audition tape, tbh. He delivered all and more.

I mean, he lied because he’s literally Satan and a war criminal on top of that—a war criminal in survival mode on the run and Galadriel has already admitted to him that she is going to hunt him down until the end of time to make him pay for that, so why not be her friend/lover and betray her first before she can betray him? You’re talking about two immortal beings here. This will never end until one of them kills the other.

Triple points if he accidentally falls in love with her in the process, but that’s just me pointing out the popularity of the whole enemies to friends to lovers back to enemies thing.

It’s a great overall dynamic. Sauron worships Galadriel while she wants to kill him. She isn’t going to change him; she’s going to try and kill him. Oh yes, please. Give me that. I want her trying to slit his throat while he makes moon eyes AT HER. The base dynamic is pretty riveting storytelling when you start looking ahead at what’s to come with the upcoming war.

Honestly, it’s a great story that’s going to unfold and I can’t wait to see what direction they take this.

[stockholmdolly]

EASY PREY (BEWARE OF THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD)

Summary: Imagine a helpless, pregnant girl who's just been yanked from the serenity of her home and shoved into a dirty van. Kidnapped. Alone. Terrified.

Now forget her ...

Picture instead a pregnant girl, manipulative prodigy. She is shoved into a dirty van and, from the first moment of her kidnapping, feels a calm desire for two things: to save her unborn son and to exact merciless revenge.

She is methodical, calculating, scientific in her plotting. A clinical sociopath? Leaving nothing to chance, secure in her timing and practice, she waits for the perfect moment to strike. This is what happens when the victim is just as cold as the captors.

The agents trying to find a kidnapped girl have their own frustrations and desires wrapped into this chilling drama. In the twists of intersecting stories, one is left to ponder. Who is the victim? Who is the aggressor?

Pairings: dark!Steve rogers x soft!dark?reader; dark!Natasha Romanoff x soft!dark?reader; eventual bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: I’m not sure yet if I’m going to include non-con, but there’s gonna be violence, torture, curse words.

Word count: 2,821.

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. This is based on one of my fav books, I’m destroying it a bit but the main plot still stays. The reader isn’t dark per se just really intelligent and have a really great survival instinct, there’s not damsels in distress or victims in this blog. Also I love Frank Grillo, so, in this world Rumlow is going to be a good guy. I’m not following any timeline everyone’s alive, just most of them are monsters hahaha 

 CHAPTER 1/26

4-5 DAYS IN CAPTIVITY

I lay there on the fourth day plotting their death, revenge is all that floods my mind. Compiling assets in a list in my mind: a loose floor board, a red knit blanket, a high window, exposed beams, a keyhole, my condition…

I remember my thoughts then, there he is outside the door AGAIN, I think, even tho it’s been 17 years. Perhaps those days will forever be my present because I survived so completely. And, I must say now, with no lack of pride, my result, my undeniable victory, was no less than a masterpiece.

On day 4, I was gathering the assets and trying to fit them together…How I can make them useful for my escape? Over and over while searching for more assets. Ah, yes, of course, the bucket. And yes, yes, the box spring is new, he didn’t remove the plastic. As I keep assigning number to my asset list, I hear the cracking of the floor outside my jail cell (a bedroom). He’s definitely out there, then the keyhole turned, and he burst in without the decency of announce himself (I’m a prisoner after all, I don’t have the right), he dropped a tray on my bed of food, no utensils (not so stupid)

-     More water? He asked, in his abrupt, dull and deep, monotone.

-     Yes, please

He was clever, but everyone has a weak spot, we aren’t perfect as much as we mastered our tasks or “jobs”, he just didn’t have crossed paths with someone more dangerous than him. He had a pattern, I figured on day 3, always asking if I wanted more water. Then he leaves and locks the door.

I had decided from Hour 2 of Day 1 that I’d try to feign a schoolgirl politeness, be thankful, for I soon discovered I could outwit my captor, a man in his forties. Must be forty-something, he looks the same age as my dad. I knew I had the wits to beat this horrible, disgusting thing, and I was just twenty.

I had not yet grown bored by Day 4. Some might think sitting alone in a locked room would cause a mind to give way to dementia or delusion. Not me, I’m used to be alone, I like to be alone, call it a pandemic consequence, right? Hahaha

-     You don’t scream or cry or beg me like the others did,” he said, sounding like he’d grasped some epiphany he’d been struggling with for days.

I turned my head fast toward his voice, as though possessed, intending in my motion to un-nerve him. I’m not sure if I did, but I believe he shimmied backwards a fraction.

-     Would that make you feel better?” I asked.

-     Shut the fuck up, you crazy little bitch. I don’t give a shit what you fucking sluts do, he said loudly and fast, as though reminding himself of his position of control. From the high decibel of his agitation, I surmised we were alone, wherever we were. This can’t be good. He’s safe yelling here. We’re alone. Just the two of us.

My first visitor came on Day 3. Certainly medical, he had cold fingers. I labeled him “The Doctor.” My second visitor came on Day 4, accompanied by The Doctor, who announced, “She is doing well, considering.” In a hushed tone, the second visitor said, “So this is her?” I labeled her “Mrs. Obvious.”

When The Doctor and Mrs. Obvious left, The Doctor advised my jailer to keep me calm and to allow me tranquility. But nothing changed to afford me calm or tranquility until the end of Day 4 when I asked for Assets #14, 15, and 16.

With head to chest and in the most submissive, insipid voice I could tolerate, I said, “Excuse me. I can’t really sleep and I wonder…anyway, maybe if I watched TV, or listened to a radio, or read, or even drew, a pencil with some paper, would maybe…help?”

I braced myself for a brutal, verbal tirade and even physical violence for my insolence.

He stared me down, grunted, and left without acknowledging my request.

About forty-five minutes later, I heard the now familiar floorboards rattle. I figured he was back, as was the established routine, to collect my plate, mug, and cups. However, when he opened the door, resting on his wide chest, he carried an old nineteen-inch television, a yard-sale radio about twelve inches long, a pad of paper tucked under his left arm, and a rather long, plastic school-kid case. The case, pink with two horses on the side, was the kind you buy for the first day of school and lose in a week. I wondered if I was in a schoolhouse. Must be abandoned if I am.

“Don’t ask for any more shit,” he said, yanking my tray from the bed and causing the empty plate and cups to topple and clatter. On his departure, he slammed the door. Noises. Uncomfortable noises with him.

Tempering my expectations, I slid the zipper on the pink case, anticipating one dull and stubbed pencil.

No way. Not only two new pencils, but a twelve-inch ruler, and a pencil sharpener too. The black sharpener had the number “15” on the side. I took immediate stock of this valuable asset, which I labeled, Asset #15, specifically the razor within. Asset #15 presents with its own label. I smiled at the whimsical thought that the sharpener purposefully joined my plot, a faithful soldier reporting for duty, and determined “15” would form at least a portion of the name of my escape plan.

So as to make my captor feel appreciated for his effort, I plugged in Asset #14, the TV, and pretended to watch. Obviously, I didn’t really care about his precious ego, but these ruses we engineer to trick our enemies, lull and rock them safely in their weak insecurities, until the time comes to spring the trap, pull the cord, and strike with the swift hand of death. Well, maybe not so swift, perhaps a tinge prolonged. He needs to suffer, just a little bit. I unhinged the bucket and used the sharp ends of the handle as a screwdriver.

Not one creature in the house or in the fields beyond surpassed my consciousness that night. Even the moon shrunk to a sliver of dawn while I worked the whole of Night 4.

He did not notice the subtle difference in my jail cell upon delivering my breakfast on Day 5, again on the offensive china plate. At lunch, I fought back a giggle when he asked if I wanted more water.

“Yes, please.”

He had no idea what lay ahead for him, nor the lengths I would go to impose my brand of justice. Who would have thought? This...this “heroes” pretending being all mighty and mercy, dedicated to whatever the fuck are trying to do with my baby, shame, I was kind of warming to them, even admired them.

I don’t care what the news said at the time, I did not run away. Obviously. Why would I have run away? Sure, they were mad. They were furious, but they would support me. They were my parents, and I their only child.

“But you are an honor student? What are you going to do about school?” My father had asked.

They were even more baffled during the clinic visit when they learned I had hidden my condition for seven months.

“How can she be seven months pregnant?” Mother said to the obstetrician, even though her voice did not match the way her eyes accepted the undeniable sight of me.

In reality, I had not merely “gained some weight,” but had grown a perfectly round globe beneath my then swelling breasts. Embarrassed with her own self-delusion, Mother hung her head and sobbed. My father put a tenuous hand on her back, not sure what to do with the woman who rarely shed a tear. Dr. Banner looked at me and pursed his lips, kindly though, and he changed the subject to the near future. “We’ll need to see her again next week. I want to run some tests. Please stop at the receptionist for an appointment.”

If only I knew then what I know now, I would have been more perceptive and caught the clue in real time. Instead, I was too wrapped in my parents’ disappointment to realize the duplicity behind the “receptionist’s” glare or the chlorophyll fog surrounding her misplaced presence. But I remember now; I had subconsciously logged this information at the time. As we approached her, the red-haired, tight-bunned woman with green eyes and false pink cheeks addressed only my mother.

“When did the doctor say she should return?” the “receptionist” asked.

“He said next week,” my mother answered.

“How about next Tuesday at two? Oh, wait, she’ll be in school, right? Prospect High?”

Mother hates unnecessary dialogue. Normally, she would have ignored, even sneered, at the irrelevant question about my high school. Normally, she might answer such a superfluous question with her own biting query, “Does it really matter where she goes?” She is volatile and has no patience for stupidity or people wasting her time. Ill-tempered, highly efficient, particular, methodical, and full of disdain, these are her qualities: she is a trial lawyer. But on that day, she was just a distressed mother, and she hastily answered the question as she fumbled through her date book.

“Yes, yes, Prospect High. How about three-thirty?”

“Sure. Let’s put her at three-thirty, next Tuesday.”

“Thank you.” Mother was only barely listening at this point, and she quickly shuffled me and my father out of the clinic. The receptionist, however, continued to eye us, and I eyed her eyeing us. At the time, I thought she was collecting town gossip about an “unfortunate”  pregnancy from a “prominent family.”

She had our address from my records, of course, meant she could correctly conclude that I walked to school, down a heavily wooded and rural country road. Like a wrapped gift, I presented as the perfect target for this scout. Behind her squinting eyes of cold calculation and her curled hooked nose, she must have set things in motion the second we left the clinic. Perhaps my memory betrays me and makes me imagine this, but in the pictures in my mind, I see her pick up a phone and cover her pink-stained lips to speak. In this picture, her green eyes never lose sight of my return stare....Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, I was too wrapped in my mother’s hidden disappointment to even recognize her, of fucking course I knew her, she frequented Tony’s lab from time to time, even talked to me a few times (now I know why she was so invested in me telling my parents about the pregnancy and how she said the internship program covered all my doctor appointments)

On the Monday following the appointment with Bruce, the day before my scheduled follow-up, I slipped into my lined, black raincoat and grabbed an umbrella before leaving for school. My backpack was stuffed with books, a pair of stretch pants, sports bra, socks, and change of underwear—all needed for an after-school yoga class I had not signed up for. It was a tiny detail remaining from my months of unintentional deception, one I had neglected to tell my parents, for I was taking yoga on advice from a maternity book I had stolen from the library. Bottom line, to anyone else who didn’t know, it appeared as though I’d left with a change of clothes.

At the end of the driveway, I had an equidistant choice of turning left or right: the back entrance of the school to my left and the front entrance to my right. I timed the distance once, going to the left took 3.5 minutes, and going right took 3.8 minutes, door to door. Really, the decision of going left or right landed upon my daily whim. My whim got it wrong on that Monday.

I turned right and continued under the canopy of my black umbrella in the direction of traffic. Fat raindrops pelted my cover and the ground around me, as though an airstrike began or the gunman had returned. Whenever I hear firing pounding like this, I think of first grade, so naturally, I thought of alarm bells and the blessed sight of policemen pig-piling a gunman. Distracted in this way and lost in macabre memory, I failed to notice the wet, hard, gray clay morning was a prelude, a herald of bad fortune.

Had I gone left, he would not have been able to pull the van alongside me to take me by surprise. He would have caused too much of a scene, for he had only about five seconds of roadway to haul me in, undetected. They had planned this out. Practiced, I believe. At first, I supposed they thought me worth their time. A healthy, young girl with a healthy baby boy in her belly. A girl with high honors, from a wealthy family, and the prospect of a startling career in science. I had received awards for my advanced experiments, demonstrations, models, and reports. Every summer since the age of six, I went to science internships at Stark Tower, my parents were close friends with Tony Stark, and all year I entered private contests. With the help of my parents, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, I built a lab in the basement with state-of-the-art equipment. A store-bought microscope had no place in my world. My equipment came from the same catalogs used by major universities and international pharma corporations. I studied, I measured, I counted, I calculated, everything. Be it physics, chemistry, medicine, microbiology, I loved all pursuits requiring order and comparison, calculations, and provable theories. I was coddled in this hobby of science and indulged by busy parents with a surplus of money. MIT was a foregone conclusion. My baby and I are very valuable, I thought as the abduction occurred. To my great dismay, however, I soon learned a hard lesson: we were not wanted for brains or ransom.

About twenty steps into my morning commute, a white van appeared upon a whisper, masked by a clap of thunder. The side door slid open, and a blonde built man pulled me in from my left....I lift my gaze to him, Steve Rogers, America’s Golden Boy, I didn’t have a reason to be afraid, I even was going to say hello to him when, simple as that. Quick as that. He threw me on an armchair, which was bolted to the corrugated metal floor of the van. He jammed a gun so close to my face, the steel hit my teeth, tasting of an inadvertent bite of the fork, the one that lingers in your mouth. One car whooshed by, splashing the quick puddles on the pavement, oblivious to my plight. Instinctively, I crossed my belly with my arms. His eyes followed my action; he moved the barrel of the gun to my navel.

“You fucking move and I’ll put a bullet in that baby.”

Stunned to frozen stillness, I gasped and lost my breath. My heart even paused, despite the otherwise wild beating. I am not usually rocked so—only in times of serious shock might I be jolted, my heart set to race. For most of my confinement, I mastered this personal flaw. In the van, however, suffering the debilitation of a flash of emotion, I sat motionless as he pushed me forward, yanked the backpack from my shoulders, and threw it to the floor beside my open umbrella. He placed the gun on an olive-colored stove, held in place on the opposite wall of the van by a series of bungee cords. Then he ripped my arms from my stomach and wrapped duct tape around my wrists and the arms of the chair. For some inexplicable reason, which I have not quite figured out, he turned a green oil rag into a sloppy blindfold. But I’ve already seen your face bastard, you’re supposed to be a hero Mr. Self-righteous, Captain America.

I was taken that fast. I was taken for turning right. I was attacked from my left.

“Where are you taking me?” I yelled to him.

He said nothing.

“How much do you want? My parents will pay. Please let me go.”

“We don’t want your money, bitch. You’re going to deliver that baby for us, and I’m going to throw you in a quarry with the rest of you worthless girls. Now shut the fuck up or I swear I’ll fucking kill you right now. I don’t need any shit. Do you hear me?!”

I didn’t answer.

“Do you fucking hear me?!”

“Yes.”

And those were the facts. I put my foot on the backpack to prevent it from sliding away.

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 16

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 16 - This Venerable One is Stunned

This really couldn't be blamed on the beast-like Mo Ran. Anyone in such a claustrophobic space, trapped with someone he'd slept with countless times - regardless of whether the sex meant anything, whether it was out of revenge or out of love - smelling the familiar smell on the other person, he could never help the lurching feeling in his heart.

Besides, Mo Ran himself was a bastard.

Shi Mei was his white moonlight. He absolutely couldn't bear to touch it, and he doesn't want to destroy it.

He patronized Chu Wanning and only Chu Wanning. All of his darkness, bestial-lust, and bone-crushing rage could be vented with no fear of repercussion.

He crushed him, tore him up underneath him, forcing him to take part in all the tricks he would never try with Shi Mei.

In his previous life, every time he saw Chu Waning tilting his neck and moving his throat, he felt he was about to degenerate into a vicious beast that only knew how to drink blood. He wanted to bite the man's throat open, grind his teeth, suck out his blood, chew through his flesh and bones.

He didn't care about Chu Wanning. He could defile him as much as he wanted.

At the end of it all, his body had developed a habit. Every time he smelled the scent of Chu Wanning's body, his stomach would feel like it's on fire, his heart would itch, and he wanted to tie him down to a bed and fuck him senseless.

There was a moment of silence in the coffin and Mo Ran's racing heart could be heard.

He knows that Chu Wanning's face was very close. He could feel the other's breathing. If he bit it right now, Chu Wanning wouldn't be able to break free, but. . .

Better to forget it.

Mo Ran leaned back and distanced himself from Chu Wanning. It wasn't really easy considering there wasn't really much room in the coffin.

"I'm sorry, Shizun." Mo Ran snorted and pretended to be meek. "I didn't expect the coffin to - shake!"

As soon as he spoke, the coffin slanted again. Mo Ran rolled into Chu Wanning's arms again with a grunt.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Mo Ran retreated again, the coffin shook again, and the cycle continued several more times.

"Un-fucking-believable." Mo Ran leaned back again.

The golden boy and girl were probably walking on a slope, and the inside of the coffin wall was slippery. He didn't hold on for too long, Mo Ran helplessly rolled on top of Chu Wanning.

"Shizun. . ." He bit his lip, feeling aggravated.

This guy originally looked kind of cute as a young man. If he deliberately hid his wolf tail and act like a puppy, he could actually pretend to be similar.

Chu Wanning didn't say a word.

Mo Ran really didn't want to roll around again, so he simply gave up the struggle: "I didn't mean to."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Mo Ran whispered: "But the wound on my back still hurts so much. . ."

In the darkness, Chu Wanning seemed to sigh gently. The gongs and drums outside were a bit noisy and Mo Ran wasn't sure whether he had really heard it.

But the next moment, Mo Ran smelled a clearer fragrance of begonia flowers, and Chu Wanning's hand wrapped behind his back, blocking the gap that he might have crashed into.

However, it wasn't a hug. Chu Wanning's arms were empty, deliberately avoiding physical contact with Mo Ran. Only the clothes and Mo Ran were touching each other, but this posture was still somewhat intimate.

"Be careful, don't hit it again." The voice was heavy, like porcelain soaked in a stream, with a kind of ancient demure. If he listened to it without hatred in mind, it was actually very nice.

". . . Alright."

Suddenly no one spoke anymore.

At this point, Mo Ran was still a young teenager who wasn't as tall as an adult, so he leaned in Chu Wanning's arms, his forehead fitting underneath Chu Wanning's chin.

This feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar.

What was familiar was the person lying next to him.

What was unfamiliar was the position they were in.

Once upon a time, the past events all transpired in Wushan Hall where he was lying on Life-Death Peak. The Immortal Emperor, who had become a lonely man, held Chu Waning in his arms for dear life in the long, breathless darkness.

At that time, he was already higher than Chu Wanning, and his strength was greater than that of his shizun's. His arms were like iron bars of a cage, locking the little remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last fire burning in the world.

He bowed his head and kissed Chu Wanning's long black hair, and then greedily attached himself to his face, burying deep into the neck of the other, biting and nibbling without pity.

"I hate you, Chu Wanning. I hate you so much."

There was some hoarseness in his voice.

"But you're all I have left."

A violent smash shattered Mo Ran's memories. The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and there was dead silence surrounding them.

"Shizun. . ."

Chu Wanning stretched out his hand. He touched his lips, and said solemnly: "Don't talk, we're here."

Sure enough, there was no sound of footsteps outside, and there was only dead silence.

Chu Wanning's fingertips ignited in a cluster of pale golden flames and stroked the wall of the coffin to make a narrow opening, just large enough for two people to see through.

Sure enough, they were carried to the outskirts of Caidie Town. The earth temple dedicated to the Master of Ceremonies Ghost was already densely packed with coffins. The fragrance of the butterfly powder in the air became even denser, floating into the coffin through the wood.

Mo Ran suddenly felt something was wrong: "Shizun, do you think that the scent here, as well as the scent in the illusion, seems to be a bit different from the smell in Young Master Chen's coffin?"

". . . What do you mean?"

Mo Ran was more sensitive to the smell. He said: "When we were on the north mountain, the moment the coffin opened, the smell that floated out was very good. Considering it was the butterfly fragrance incense, there was nothing to make me dislike it. But since entering the illusion, I always felt that the smell was similar, but there were some subtle differences. I couldn't figure out what was different, but now. . . I think I probably know."

Chu Wanning looked at him sideways: "You don't like the smell?"

Mo Ran stuck against the gap, still staring outside, and then said: "Yeah. I haven't liked the smell of incense since I was a child. The smell here, and in the illusion, isn't the hundred butterfly fragrance poweder at all, but a special high fragrance used by the people of Caidie Town to burn when worshiping the Master of Ceremonies Ghost. Look there—"

Chu Wanning followed his line of sight and looked at the clay incense burner in front of the earth temple. Sure enough, three arm-thick vertical incense sticks were burning, and they were passing a sweet smell into the wind.

The people in Caidie Town were good at making all kinds of powders from various flowers, so all the fragrances that are used to pray to the gods were made in their own town, and they don't buy them from other places. Since the flowers used are all planted in the outskirts of the town, the smell that turned out wasn't that different from something made by an amateur.

Chu Wanning pondered: "Could it be that the fragrance in the coffin of Young Master Chen had nothing to do with the smell in the illusionary realm?"

Before he could ponder the details of this new discovery, a dazzling red light from the earth temple interrupted his thoughts. The two people hiding in the coffin looked together and saw that the temple was shining brightly, reflecting its brilliant surroundings. There was a row of iron shelves on the side of the temple with red lotus lanterns for making wishes. Those lotus lanterns had originally been extinguished, but now they were all being lit up, one by one.

The boys and girls guarding all the coffins knelt down one after another, chanting: "The Master of Ceremonies has come down to earth to guide us wild ghosts and lonely souls to be free from eternal suffering, to meet a good man, to lie in the same coffin, and to be companions in the Underworld."

Through the sound of chanting, the Master of Ceremonies Ghost in the temple radiated golden immortal light. Then, she lowered her eyelids, slowly moved the corners of her mouth, and leapt off the offering platform.

Her movements were quite elegant and graceful, her appearance a million times more elegant

It's a pity that the body was made of mud and she was too heavy. The girl's house, with a bang, was smashed into a big hole in the ground.

Mo Ran: "Pfft."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost also seemed dissatisfied with the placement of her feet. She stared at the big pit in the ground for a while before pacing out of the pit and straightening her clothes.

She looked like a woman wearing heavy makeup, dressed in red and green, quite cheerful. In the dark night, it turned its neck and came to the hundred people buried in coffins. The night breeze was full of the stench of corpses. She seemed to be in a better mood. She slowly opened her arms and let out a few giggles.

"If you believe in me and make offerings to me, you will be able to meet a good destiny and complete the lifelong event that you weren't able to complete during your life." The tender voice drifted in the night, and the ghosts kowtowed in excitement.

"Blessings of the Master of Ceremonies--"

"Please let the Master of Ceremonies bless this marriage--"

The pleadings were coming from all around her and the Master of Ceremonies seemed to be enjoying herself. She slowly moved among the rows of coffins, and her long nails scraped against the bright red vermilion lacquered coffin boards, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

Mo Ran was curious: "Shizun, I remember you said that demons, immortals, ghosts, gods, humans and the devil belong to the six realms, but this immortal doesn't like in heaven. How come she's with these ghosts in the underground instead?"

"Because it cares about ghost marriages, and her main food source is the offerings of the ghosts." Chu Wanning said. "Ghosts can greatly increase her power, otherwise she wouldn't be able to cultivate her immortal body in only a hundred years. With such benefits, she's happy to stay with her 'friends' in the underworld."

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost walked around the group of coffins and returned to the front. The empty and tender voice rang again: "Open a coffin and I'll bless the marriage. Starting from the left."

Following its order, the first coffin on the left slowly opened, and the golden boy and girl were greeted by the two corpses inside staggeringly crawled out, and the gorgeous flaming red dress made the face of the dead look pale and lifeless.

The married couple slowly approached the Master of Ceremonies Ghost and knelt down.

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost put her hand between them and said: "In the name of the master of ceremonies, I grant you this marriage after death. From now on, you will be husband and wife, man and woman together in joy."

Mo Ran rolled his eyes and muttered: "If you can't write a poem, don't do it. It should be a good marriage vow, so why does it sound so lewd?"

Chu Wanning said coldly: "You have a dirty mind."

Mo Ran shut up.

But it didn't take long for the Master of Ceremonies Ghost to personally prove that it wasn't Mo Ran who was dirty-minded, but the god in charge of the marriage who was the lewd one.

He saw that the married corpses seemed to have swallowed some kind of aphrodisiac. They were already two dead ghosts, but suddenly they began to tear each other’s clothes, feverishly kissing and embracing each other passionately. They were entangled so shamelessly in public.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

"In the name of the Master of Ceremonies, I give you the joys of heaven. If Yin and Yang can intermingle, what's the harm with life and death!"

The cry of the Master of Ceremonies Ghost became more shrill and much louder.

The movements of the two corpses became more and more exaggerated. After removing the clothes, the male corpse was actually full of passion, full of energy, and no different from a living person.

Mo Ran was stunned: ". . . Is this. . . fucking. . . okay???"

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