#I would consciously pay her to con me

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

"Oh, common misconception. I read people. I read time. But talking to spirits was just a con."

Patti LuPone as Lilia Calderu in Agatha All Along | 01×05: Darkest Hour / Wake Thy Power

[laf-outloud]

Hi, I hope it's okay to vent this out here. I'm sorry, I just don't know where I can safely share this opinion and criticism and not get attacked for it so I hope it doesn't have any hate tossed your way if you decide to post this (if you don't, that's totally fine, I understand, I don't want you to get attacked either).

I've admittedly been a fan of Jensen for the last few years, Supernatural longer, but recently more and more my respect and appreciation of him as an individual has been waning. I still appreciate the characters he plays, the shows he's on, him as a performer, but as a person, he has been straight up saying (and doing) some problematic things that have opened my eyes and pulled me out of the stream of blind consciousness known as AA-world. From what happened with prequelgate (which history has now shown just how much of a cash cow it was and how shady he acted about it, this new One Tree Hill show proving this is how the Ackles apparently conduct themselves professionally) to "Bitch Alba" to the way he speaks about his kids sometimes (and that includes Danneel, I'm not a fan of hers but in general, that's how you talk about your wife and mother of your three kids?), the inflating of his ego, the constant adaptation of his demeanor depending on who he's with (Misha and JDM are the worst, he acts like Misha and he always seems to want to impress JDM), "old titties", and now last night. My respect for him was slowly sliding down to the bottom of the mountain of all of these things he's been doing and saying lately, and then it finally flatlined last night.

I'm all for respecting people's political beliefs and even though I can't stand Misha (I have never had a good feeling about that guy even before I found out all of his problematic history in the fandom and how now it's painfully obvious how attention seeking he is), I have to admit that the guy has been consistent when it comes to his politics and taking action. Despite my dislike for him, I do believe he is very genuine when it comes to that particular arena. I saw it in action with the last election for example, so this one didn't surprise me that he got involved with some of the Harris-themed livestreams. Had Jared been there (I have no idea if he was invited, couldn't make it, or what), I do feel that he would have been genuine in his presence there as well as his answers. He's a genuine guy who appears to wear his heart on his sleeve a lot. Mark was very genuine. Jim Beaver, too. Curtis. They all listed why they were there and why they were voting for Harris.

Then there was Jensen. Sigh. To be fair, I didn't see the whole Boys section so perhaps he answered further during that segment if Eric or someone else asked him, but during the Supernatural one...I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. I'm not defending him (obviously) but I do think nerves played somewhat of a part because he looked a bit uncomfortable, but that still doesn't excuse (in my opinion) how disingenuous his answer was. I can understand the kids part because that absolutely makes sense, but he worded it in a way that made it sound like a) that was the only reason he was voting this way & b) almost as if it was their fault so if anyone got annoyed with him voting for Harris, they're being used as a tool to keep people appeased. Because how can you argue or get mad or disappointed in his choice if he's doing the right thing as any parent would and consider their kids' futures? And here's the thing, I never would have thought that it sounded like a ploy had he not done this previously at cons, when meeting fans, in interviews, etc. He always downplays something he says or does that he thinks is going to be problematic for his fanbase and shifts responsibility in a way that isn't super obvious (except to those of us paying attention and not drinking the AA kool-aid). He may have been aggressive with the whole "hate watch" commentary about TW but he even eventually set up Danneel, the cast, and others to be blamed if it didn't work out. There is ALWAYS one reason or another that he throws up there on why no one should or would ever blame him. So that's why this one, while yes a valid reason (and could be part of the real reason he chose this candidate), it sounded like yet another shield to throw up "don't blame me if you don't like my choice, I have kids and I have to do what's right for them, don't get mad at me" etc.

Then he tries to stall to think of something he can say that's non-specific (and non-committal in my opinion) by making the joke that Mark just listed the many reasons, the several various reasons, everyone is there. That's a copout if I've ever seen one.

Then he says "When you look at the two candidates, there's just no question of who I want to be on the right side of history with." This to me is the most disingenuous of all. Having watched this guy speak publicly the last few years, this reeks of image to me and not genuine endorsement or even concern for the kids' futures he just referred to or about any policies or the direction the country should head in or hope or change or anything. It's about "who I want to be on the right side of history with". Who even says that except someone thinking ahead on how this will affect their image and if they're not on the "right side of history" with? I get it, he's an actor, he has to think about his image in that way and how it will affect his present and future work opportunities, and Misha did indeed corner him by purposely drawing attention to Jensen specifically and asking him that question (to be fair, he wasn't the only one asked during that segment and who answered), but come on. I believed Curtis when he spoke. I believed Jim when he spoke. I believed Mark when he spoke. I even believed Misha (like I said, yuck about the guy, but he is genuine in this one topic). But Jensen saying that just royally pissed me off because to me it was so obvious that he truly doesn't give a shit as to why everyone else is there. (the same guy who has a public platform and could use it for something other than himself or his brewery for example) He was there because of Vought Rising and Soldier Boy being up front and center, because of Amazon Prime and Countdown, and to "be seen". That's it. He wasn't there because he wanted to be an activist like Misha or because he truly believes in Harris or the Democractic party or any politics (except Hollywood's). I know he's been part of political events and discourse before (I forgot how long ago he and Danneel were at that campaign event in Texas after endorsing that candidate and Danneel has spoken about politics before on social media when they lived down there), but this just reeked of "opportunity" to me and not the kind Harris keeps talking about. It was purely self-serving and good PR for him (in his and his team's minds anyway). Why do I believe that? Because he then follows it up with "But for my kids" as the last thing he says on the subject. Once again, throwing that you'd-be-an-asshole-to-question-this-reasoning shield up.

My respect for him as an individual person completely tanked once he finished speaking. Totally, without a doubt, fully disingenuous bullshit answer in my opinion. I'm not saying this because I expect him to be fully committed to his politics or this election or passionate about any of it like someone like Misha for instance. It's not because I wanted to hear him say something different. It's not about his political beliefs or mine or anyone else's. That's not why this was so disappointing (and slightly infuriating if I'm honest) to me. It's because it was more of the same crap from him, just in a different arena. And this election, no matter who you vote for, no matter which party, really matters. I truly believe that. Like any election. Rich celebrities are always trotted out during these times to help sway the vote one way or another, and to be able to tell the hard-working middle class what's best for them while their bank accounts and tables are full, sitting in a cushy house (or mansion) and never having to worry about their kids' education. Because rich celebrities always know what's right for the American people of various economic and living situations as a whole (can you sense my sarcasm here?).

So in my opinion, it's like, if you're going to sign up to do one of these things, then nut up or shut up. Not saying he has to divulge his private thoughts on the matter or go knocking on doors like some, but if you're going to use this for PR and so people can continue thinking "well" of you (and thinking of you period) and everyone around you states something realistic in relation to the event you are there for, then perhaps don't continue your usual bullshit? Perhaps don't make it obvious that you're only there to get PR perks and bonus points with your friends and those who can employ you/are employing you? Don't be so fucking transparent that you don't mind being up front and center in front of the camera for Supernatural (I know he stayed in the back of The Boys one, but I personally think it had to do with Karen and Erin being there, that's not me implying anything about them or him, more like implying something about his image and Danneel, etc) but then looking like you'd rather be elsewhere when the not-a-surprise question is then posed to you of why you're there? And maybe not make some awkward joke about alcohol while you stall for time to think of the most neutral self-conscious image-positive answer you could think of, all while throwing your kids up as a shield?

Maybe you disagree with me and you didn't see his answer that way. Maybe some others might, too, and that's cool if you or any of them do. We should all think for ourselves (I think one of the most important messages to come out of the Supernatural segment of the livestream last night). But for me, it was beyond disappointing that this was yet another confirmation that this guy appears to be full of shit everywhere we turn, and that he thinks all of his fanbase is that stupid and unable to see it for what it is, newsflash: not all of us are AA's, Jensen, some of us actually use that big spongy thing inside our heads). And it's even more frustrating that any other celebrity can be called out for this bullshit ploy online, no matter their wealth or status in the industry, including his castmates on any show, and yet you can't say a fucking word of genuine criticism when it comes to him. Instead, you have to enroll yourself in the Ackles Critic Protection Program and state anything less than a "he's king and she's queen and they can do no wrong ever" mentality anonymously. So, that all being said, I've lost complete respect for him and I'm done being a fan of his. That doesn't mean I hate Dean or Supernatural all of a sudden or any of his work, I can compartmentalize, but when it comes to the actor/individual himself, nope, no more. He can keep his sheeple of a stanbase who will be there to keep swallowing and buying (literally) the bullshit he gives and sells them. I'll be over here, actually using my brain and eyes that were given to me, and I'll head off on my merry way.

I'm truly sorry for the long rant, but that really bothered me last night and put me off of him for good. This is the last time I'm even going to refer to him online. I truly feel sorry for those who can't (and those who won't) see past the image he projects. Maybe that's why most of his fanbase focuses shallowly on his looks most of the time. Perhaps that is a reflection of the individual.

A public persona who likes their private life private is one thing, but this is a whole other in my opinion. Never meet your heroes is very true, but I would add to that never look for any authenticity that doesn't come with a dollar sign or Instagram follower count attached from them either. Extremely disappointing.

Thanks for letting me get that out. Again, if you don't want to post this, I wouldn't blame you. If you do decide to post, I hope no one attacks you for my stated opinion. If they do... 🐑 Enough said. Thanks for listening.

I've had a few people rant in my inbox before. Welcome!

It was easy to see last night who's truly engaged in the process and who isn't. Though, I will disagree about Misha. He may be vocal and consistent, but he's still only doing it for attention and exposure. He even said early on that the reason he got into politics, and then acting, was to be famous.

And while I don't believe everyone has to be as passionate about politics as someone else (I'm certainly not), I do see what your saying about Jensen's appearance. It felt very rehearsed and disingenuous, like he was there simply because Eric's his boss and that it would be good publicity. Frankly, there are other ways to get publicity than attending any event and acting disinterested the majority of the time. The most sincere words that came from Jensen were when he was saying Hi to Cory Booker.

As for his politics, there's only one time I saw a genuine interest from Jensen and that was when he supported a bill that would help his brewery. I don't expect him to share his politics with the world, but if he's going to attend a political rally event, he should at least act more interested than what we saw. He is an actor, after all.

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

(Art for Commander Wake, John Gaius, and Ianthe Tridentarius used courtesy of @midnightcrows. Check her out, her art is fantastic!)

The top two characters will be eligible to proceed into the bracket!

Propaganda under the cut. Be warned, it is extensive - Locked Tomb fans are apparently... verbose.

Commander Awake Remembrance Of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back To Reality Oops There Goes Gravity:

Leader of a terrorist organization devoted to killing God. After she died she hung on as a revenant through sheer self-righteous hatred, tried to kill two different saints, and tried charging God with crimes against humanity. Also she carried her daughter to term solely for the sake of killing her as a ritual sacrifice, and referred to the child only as "the bomb" throughout the series. She's morally ambiguous (instead of just awful) because she's probably right, but it's honestly a close-run thing.

She was the leader of an insurgent force who hate necromancers and want to destroy God, who are descended from filthy fucking capitalists. She was the most successful leader in years. She fucked a guy ordered to kill her and the guy's dead best friend who sometimes inhabited his body. She allied with two of God's saints to unlock the tomb. The saints fucked god and stole his cum. All the eggs the saints gave her died so she impregnated herself with the god cum and gave birth to a baby. She called the baby bomb. Her lover pushes her out of the airlock. Her ghost angrily recants his name and the people who find her baby name her after him. She possesses her daughter's two handed sword. Her daughter jumps on a fence to sacrifice herself for her homoerotic archrival slash best friend, and said best friend becomes one of god's saints. She possesses the body of one of god's dead saints to rekindle her relationship with the girl possessing the body of the guy who killed her. She invades her daughter's rival slash lover slash friend's mind and attacks ghosts contained in her fucked up dream bubble. She starts moving around the space station they're on in the real world while her daughter's consciousness possesses her arch rivals body after her arch rival enters said dream state. she saves her daughter with god's life. She argues with god and tries to charge him for war crimes. her ex kills her. but none of that matters what really matters is that “I KISSED YOU AND LATER I WOULD KISS HIM TOO BEFORE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU WERE, AND ALL THREE OF US LIVED TO REGRET IT—BUT WHEN I AM IN HEAVEN I WILL REMEMBER YOUR MOUTH, AND WHEN YOU ROAST DOWN IN HELL I THINK YOU WILL REMEMBER MINE” this quote. this quote is amazing. “I WILL REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED ME—YOU APOLOGISED—YOU SAID, I AM SORRY, DESTROY ME AS I AM, BUT I WANT TO KISS YOU BEFORE I AM KILLED, AND I SAID TO YOU WHY, AND YOU SAID, BECAUSE I HAVE ONLY ONCE MET SOMEONE SO UTTERLY WILLING TO BURN FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVED IN, AND I LOVED HIM ON SIGHT, AND THE FIRST TIME I DIED I ASKED OF HIM WHAT I NOW ASK OF YOU” also this one. anyways vote commander wake

Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity is commonly called Commander Wake. Her people are being colonized and oppressed by the Emperor Undying, the immortal emperor of a society of necromancers. Commander Wake is the leader of the resistance against this occupying force. As for her character: Commander Wake is unscrupulous and unyielding, definitely more prone to "the power of incredible violence" than "the power of love". She will use any methods at her disposal to fight back against the necromancers. She is described as proud and unforgiving. She never backs down and her strength of will and determination are unmatched. Some of her girlboss moments (spoilers for the entire The Locked Tomb book series): She is the only one the Emperor and his people consider a worthy foe. She colludes with the Emperor's most trusted soldiers and in fact has sex with two of them (who share a body but that's not important right now). She needs the Emperor's blood to defeat him, so she gets her colluding buddies to get her some of his semen to grow a child. When it doesn't go quite to plan, she simply decides to carry the child herself, fully intending to kill it for its blood when it is born. After she is killed, she haunts a sword (and the narrative) for years and years. Later she possesses a corpse and comes face to face with the Emperor, where she proceeds to argue with him about his warcrimes and never backs down. The woman she slept with is still obsessed with her a full book after her double-death. She had no necromantic powers but with technology and military strategy worked to understand and mitigate how necromancy works and what it can and cant do. She insists that the Emperor Undying use her full name, to his face, even when she is completely at his mercy! Her determination is strong enough to bend the genre of an entire haunted dream to her will! When the necromancers come at her with swords she comes at them with. Gun

John Gaius, His Celestial Kindliness, the First Reborn, and The Necrolord Prime

John Gaius, His Celestial Kindliness, the First Reborn, and The Necrolord Prime is the Emperor and primary deity of The Nine Houses. He is perhaps (major spoilers for The Locked Tomb) not technically a girl, but by god does he - Gaslight (Erasing his friends' memories then telling them lies about their past and imposing his perceptions of their personalities onto them) - Gatekeep (Telling his closest followers they need to kill their life partners in order to become immortal WHICH IS NOT EVEN TRUE. John keeps the method of how HE became immortal a secret from them!) - GIRLBOSS (creates a multi-planetary society that worships him as a God) He is also morally grey: He necromantically resurrected millions of people after a planet-wide cataclysm. He caused said cataclysm by nuking the earth. He only nuked the earth because he wanted to stop the billionaires from escaping the planet, because in doing so they left everyone else to die. He wanted to save everyone. He loves the Earth. Even though he is a man he is SUCH a morally ambiguous girlboss

Prince Ianthe Naberius the First, the Lyctor Prince, the Saint of Awe, previously known as Ianthe Tridentarius, the Princess of Ida, heir to the House of the Third, Mouth of the Emperor, the Procession, House of the Shining Dead:

shes tall pale and has no ass. she has the ability to manipulate her fat distribution so she chooses to look like a wet cat. everybody forgets about her because her sister is so hot, but while everyone else is fucking around and trying to figure out whose been killing people, shes been figuring out the secrets to an ancient necromantic theorem. it turns out her hot sister isnt actually a necromancer and ianthe has been doing the work of two necromancers her whole life. she regularly does cannibalism. she eats the soul of her cavalier, who nobody cares about, and becomes a saint of the king undying. her sister is deeply upset that she did not eat her. she gets her arm ripped off by one of the original states. she performs a lobotomy on one of the main protagonists because she asks her to. they have immensely homoerotic tension but its entirely one sided. she cries every night. her soup recipe amounts to burning onions on the bottom of a pot. the scene in which said main protagonists creates her an arm out of bones is the closest the series has to a sex scene. she meets the other main protagonist and says "but your fist is so large and my ass is so small". she stops god from being killed, which everybody hates. in the space between books, she has a terrible terrible no good friend ship with the main protagonist i mentioned before. i love it. they probably fucked and it involved chussy. they have friendship bracelets. she possesses the body of her dead cavalier who nobody cares about to gallivant around in. shes dangerously obsessed with her sister, who after not being eaten has been radicalised and now is a leader in an insurgent cell. she is the target of "then perish" during the epilogue. apparently in the next book she is going to do something horrible. i love her immensely. she has very few redeeming qualities. she is my best friend

listen. she ate a man's heart to become immortal. she is described as the shadow of her twin sister. she calls the protag a fruitcake. she will betray anyone and anything to get what she wants.

Wet Rat who sucks commits cannibalism for won her way through the lyctor olympics of the first books ate her cavalier to go to gods party swinger yatch. She has no fucking idea of what she's doing but she's slaying all day everyday, literally and figuratively. Made everyone believe that her twin sister was a super good necromancer while her sister has no powers by necromancing for her in secret. Idk she's just. She's just so.

The uglier of the supposed pair of the genius necromantic princess twins. Jk, she’s the only necromantic one she's just so good she seems like two geniuses combined, she flies under the radar, doesn't take part in gruesome lessons on powerful necromancy but just figures everything out by thinking alone, kills a dude she known her whole life the moment she learns it will give her more political and magic power, does a truly villainous monolouge when caught for that murder cause who cares about a male dying why are you so mad. Then later murders her much stronger beloved mentor the minute she's asked to gain even more power and prestige and from a princess of one planet becomes a saint and prince and military powerhouse of a divine empire, loyal only as long as her hotter twin sister is safe, truly an inspiration for all feminists everywhere

Harrowhark Nonagesimus was submitted without propaganda.

[sophieinwonderland]

So I've been having a dilemma recently. My 'headmate', who I thought was at least somewhat sentient, might just be me quite literally talking to myself. Why do I believe this? Well, I was having a conversation with myself the other day, and then I gave the 'second train of thought' a name. That 'second train of thought', which I know is still me, is more fluent than my existing headmate, with little to no effort. I think this is because trains of thought don't have a consistent personality.

I've started thinking that, since this 'new headmate' that is literally just a personification of a part of me is already more fluent than what I have been assuming was a real headmate, then maybe I've just been getting better at pretending my headmate is real and she'd been "developing" accordingly. I'm starting to feel like I've just been getting a better handle on "roleplaying" her personality, and she's become more fluent just because I'm better at getting her "in character".

My original headmate is "capable" of fronting, by which I mean only partially (I'm always still present, I just have to pull myself as far out of the way as I can so she has room to breathe), but it just feels like roleplaying anyway since we're so goddamn monoconscious, so I'm starting to think it might be. She can't talk unless I'm addressing her, can't think if I'm not paying attention to her, and struggles to think in anything other than words and pictures anyway. She can't front without me initiating it, nor can she interrupt what I'm doing to express that she wants to front. So she's very underdeveloped, especially for her age. The 'train of thought' can't front. I tried pretending to be it to see if it would turn into fronting, and nothing of the sort occurred. But ever since I created that 'train of thought' character, my original headmate has struggled to get into front.

Is there any explanation for what I did with the train of thought that isn't just "lol you made a new headmate" (because I know it's not a real headmate) or "you've been faking the whole time"?

What you're describing with your headmate seems pretty normal for under-developed headmates. Actually, aside from myself and my host, I find that a lot of our other headmates rarely will talk unless we reach out or otherwise think about them.

It's not that they never do, but it's not super common.

I'm special since I've fronted a lot and am co-con most of the time. 😜

I think it's possible that when you started talking to that "train of thought" and named it, it might have become at least a proto-headmate. And I don't find it too surprising you got the result you did. If you imagine your stream of consciousness as, well, a stream... what you did was divert part of that stream. And you, being well-established in your brain, are a fierce flowing river. When you divert part of that to have a conversation with it, that's still going to be flowing pretty fast.

But a new headmate? You aren't so much diverting water as you are trying to make a river from nothing. So yeah, it's not too weird that the new headmate will feel less complete than what is, ultimately, you talking to yourself. Their river is going to be slower and weaker in the beginning, and needs time to build up. That's natural.

If you think your switching feels like roleplaying, one thing I might recommend trying is to actually roleplay as a fictional character and write down how that feels afterwards. Then switch with your headmate (the next time you're able to) and let your headmate write down how it feels to be in front. Then compare and contrast the experiences.

[deathswife]

credit: a. rose

I was reading a book about goddesses archetypes in women and I am currently in aphrodite's chapter and I have never ever in my life read something so true and relatable about my way of connecting, acknowledging, relating, loving and making myself acquaintance to other people. I'm gonna put an excerpt from the book because I loved it.

“Such a woman takes in people in the same way that a wine con-noisseur attends to and notices the characteristics of an interesting new wine. To appreciate the metaphor fully, imagine a wine buff enjoying the pleasure of getting acquainted with an unknown wine.

She (or he) holds the goblet up to the light to note the color and clarity of the wine. She inhales the bouquet, and takes a lingering sip to capture the character and smoothness of the wine; she even savors the aftertaste. But it would be a mistake to assume that the “loving attention” and interest she pays the wine means that the particular wine is special, valued, or even enjoyed.

This is the mistake people often make when they respond to a woman who uses Aphrodite consciousness. Basking in the glow of her focus, they feel attractive and interesting as she actively draws them out and reacts in a loving or affirming way (rather than assessing or critical). It is her style to be genuinely and momentarily involved in whatever interests her. The effect on the other person can be seductive—and misleading if her way of interacting creates the impression that she is fascinated or enamored, when she is not.”

In other words: people make me curious. I am undeniably captivated by what brings me interest. I act like a detective, trying to decode the other person, trying to learn what they like and love, trying to read their minds and know their brains, trying to know why they act the way they do. And in this process, I fall in love. But not romantic love. I fall in love with the process of discovering, of knowing, of making this person real. I fall in love because I'm involved with the unknown. People are unknown to me and they always will be (that kind of explains why I was so obsessed with The Little Mermaid as a child), but I want to know. And I love to know and discover. Unfortunately, a lot of people mistook my genuine interest in their brains with sexual or romantic attraction. This is not it, I'm just savouring them. Making them part of myself and then leaving. I don't think relationships are meant to last forever, I think they are meant to be felt momentarily.

[strangesmallbard]

anyway. wrote a succession postscript scene that’s like, many years down the line after gerri passes away. roman and shiv are at her funeral.

[INT SCENE]

ROMAN: fuck it, this is stupid. who the fuck—i don’t even know—like who the fuck are they? i’ve never fucking seen them in my life! fuck

SHIV: that’s…gerri’s oldest daughter. [beat] and her husband

ROMAN: [squints] Huh. gerri’s…daughter….daughter daughter daughter…

SHIV: [ignoring him, checking phone, looking for someone]

ROMAN: [still squinting] i thought her daughters like, fucked off to portland for a pair of twincestual antifa eunuchs. or whatever.

SHIV: it’s her funeral, rome.

ROMAN: okay, but when mummy went over the rainbow, you literally Zoomed into—what are you looking for, what?

SHIV: nothing, none of your business.

ROMAN: uh huh

[beat. they stare at each other. he grabs her phone and runs.]

SHIV: i’m serious—hey! give back my—

ROMAN: [scampering away, scrolling, shiv following and reaching] ooooooh shivvy’s cucking our stepfather again~ did you finally try pussy, like i told you? i do hear great things about pussy

SHIV: oh go finger gerri’s daughter in the viewing room already instead of / prying

ROMAN: oh ho ho a location pin! is his name…wait, is his name actually kendall??? [beat, wrinkles nose] yucky

SHIV: [holds out phone expectedly, waits for him to get it, finally]

ROMAN: [gets it] oh. wow.

SHIV: [self consciously] uh huh.

ROMAN: wow. i didn’t…i mean, when’s the last time you saw—

SHIV: lottie’s birthday.

ROMAN: that’s not so—

SHIV: her tenth. in paris.

ROMAN: right. [pause]. tom’s daughter has shitfuck taste, shiv. france? in november?

SHIV: [grabs the phone back] it’s not—it’s not a thing. don’t make it a thing. we just—there’s some paperwork leftover, you know. there’s always paperwork fucking leftover and i want to get it over with. shut up.

ROMAN: [slowly smiling] shivvy and kendall sitting in a tree—

SHIV: [pushes his face, trying not to smile]

ROMAN: s-i-g-n-i-n-g. please tell me it’s kerry’s lawsuit oh pleaseeee

SHIV: kerry? fuck no, we buried that in 2025. shes in like, idaho, running a nonprofit for kids with eating disorders.

ROMAN: yummy

SHIV: it’s just…..paperwork. okay? it’s civil. we’re having brunch around the corner and it’s like—i’m paying. it’s all good.

(beat)

ROMAN: [suddenly sincere] i mean do you want…i could be there to…

SHIV: no no it’s good, i’m good. i mean it’s not like i’m meeting—dad. you know.

ROMAN: …obviously, like—i mean i told con we should get security for the death mahal because like, logan roy toes are going for 5mil on ebay right now.

SHIV: [morbid fascination, isn’t even gonna ask how he knows this information) how much would the skull go for?

ROMAN: [defensive suddenly] why the fuck would i know? look i can be a human buffer. a little romey spongecake to absorb all your icky little—the nuclear kenshiv radiation. you know i’ll do that.

SHIV: [sincerely] thanks, roman. but i’m fine. i have my papers, i have access to sophie’s instagram in case he like, gets mopey about her memoir substack again. [beat]. it’ll be good to see him.

ROMAN: yeah. it’ll be—yeah.

[beat. shiv is texting back]

ROMAN: right. well. i’m going to fuck gerri’s daughter, now. very respectfully in a hotel room, thank you. tell me how it goes?

SHIV: i’m sure he’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

ROMAN: [wincing, but so sad] yeahh maybe. but you know, you….your perspective is valuable….to me. feminism! in gerri’s honor.

SHIV: uh huh. yeah.

[beat. no one moves.]

SHIV: [kinda mad] i’ll be fine, roman. jesus i’m not—i don’t need a mommy, okay?

ROMAN: yep, sure. feminism! [beat] well…if you whack kenny at least facetime me.

SHIV: oh no. sophie has first dibs.

ROMAN: [grimaces in a proud way. drifting to the viewing room, where people are gathering]. love it. the youth and their patricide. very cool.…. very very cool….very…refreshing.

SHIV: go see her, roman.

ROMAN: yeah. yeah maybe. yeah. maybe? i mean we did—we’ve talked since—but. maybe. yeah. maybe.

[roman looks back at shiv, but she’s already started walking towards emily, gerri’s daughter, and her husband. she shakes their hands politely. he watches her give very sincere condolences. mocks her under his breath, half heartedly. his eyes are very spooked rabbit on the overpass]

[his phone vibrates. message from kendall says: it’s bitch o’clock in kenny town baby bro 🙏 send your thoughts and prayers 🙏🙏 btw give my condolences to gerri’s family. she was a real one. i know you know.]

[roman types back: LOL]

[thesandsofelsweyr]

More about reptile fics!

(from WIP Ask Game)

Haven't made much progress since sharing the preview recently but I can drop some new crumbles below. This is a dark fic, so I'm labelling it as such. Please pay attention to the CWs!

(The title's from the NIN song of the same name)

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

He runs a thumb along the soft, tear-stained skin of her cheek, imagining what it would look like with a J seared into it. His J, marking his property.

She tries to turn her head, to squeeze her eyes shut before she can get a look at his face. Nuh-uh-uh. He grabs her by the jaw, cruel fingers digging into her skin, and jerks her head back hard.

“Open your eyes,” he snarls as his hand squeezes as tight as a bear trap. He can feel her blood pulsing through her veins as her heart pumps fear through her.

She obeys, peeking out like a frightened little girl. Her eyes flick straight to the brand on his cheek. That brings a savage smile to his lips.

“You like that sweetheart?” he laughs mirthlessly as he lays the flat of the blade against her cheek. “You want one of your own?”

He drags a finger up her naked spine, caressing that smooth, unblemished flesh. His back is nothing but ridges of scar tissue from scalpels, canes, electrical cords, barbed wire.

⚠️ cw: past torture, past attempted rape/non-con (⚣)

This would’ve been him, if not for the Clown. After the pair of Batman impostors had beaten him to the edge of unconsciousness they’d stripped him of his orange jumpsuit and cut away his briefs, before stringing him up by his wrists so that they could take turns whipping him with a bamboo cane. After leaving him striped bloody from the base of his neck, down his back, ass, and thighs, to the hollows of his knees, one of the men had squeezed his bruised balls in a gauntleted fist until he’d passed out from the pain. He’d regained consciousness as the larger of the pair was shoving his naked, emaciated corpse over an old desk in that abandoned office he’d called home for over a year of his life.

Dazed from the pain, and still floating in the murky haze of the hallucinogens Quinn had shoved down his throat, he hadn’t been lucid enough to realize what was about to happen to him until a massive hand pressed down on his lower back, pinning him against the solid wood of the desktop, while a blood-slicked thumb was forced inside his virgin asshole. He’d screamed then, as loud as his ravaged voice would allow, and fought to escape the horror that he was about to face. His feeble struggles only seemed to amuse the man, who worked his thumb deeper into his ass before replacing it with two fingers that thrust in and out of him with an obscene, sickening squelch.

He wraps his hand around her throat and yanks her up before pressing his lips to her ear and growling: “Then beg for it.”

“Please fuck my tight little asshole, sir,” she says breathlessly. “Please make me scream your name.”

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir. I need your cock in my ass. Your cock. Only yours.”

[sublieu]

╰┈➤Little Red Riding Hood

: ̗̀➛ Praising, Interspecies, overstim, no protection, accidental drugging, dub-con, clawing, marking, dirty talk.

: ̗̀➛ 1.6k wc

: ̗̀➛ Call out my name/Earned it- The weekend

Mk was always the showstopper in his quaint little village, Determined, ambitious and unintentionally, very adorable to the eyes of the village folk.

And today would be the same for Mk; Greet the villagers, collect items for his mentor and go home for the rest of the day. Except, he decided to take a different route to collect something for Wukong from one of his affiliates.

"Hello Mk! I see Wukong sent you for his perfume, yes?"

The old lady greeted Mk before handing the male a mask before putting one on as well. Holding the perfume in a clamp and gently placing it inside a glass case and sealing it tightly.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's so special about this in an extra bottle?"

He asks in mere curiosity, the lady laughs and tells him that it's to ensure it doesn't break or leak out as the contents inside the bottle are extremely strong to the smell; Tying a cute little bow on top before placing it inside his basket.

"Heed my warning little Mk, if this glass breaks then anyone nearby will be affected by the smell. So it's extremely important that you guard this bottle with your life"

Her face darkens at the glass comment, and from the fact that she held his hands tightly, she wasn't joking. He nods before her face brightens again and waves him off into the forest, the sun slowly setting behind her shop as she guides him away into the forest.

"Remember to protect that bottle with your life!"

She warns a final time before looking back at the sun, entering her shop and closing it for the night. She sighs in worry as tonight was the beginning of a full red moon, praying that Mk returns home safely.

As Mk mindlessly walks home, he couldn't help but pay attention to the glassed bottle, peaking his curiosity even more. Why was she warning him about breaking it? What would happen if he were to accidentally break it?

He trips on a rock due to losing focus and drops the bottle, the perfume itself was fine but the scent was all over the forest. And he grew scared as for what's to come if he doesn't hurry home soon.

And he had every right to worry, as you were nearby when this happened.

You were an Alaskan Interior wolf breed. And this was the beginning of your rut for the spring season, Looking around for food before the scent attacked your nose. Causing you to howl in pain as you slowly lost consciousness before your vision slowly clouded into pink. Your mind slowly losing resolve as you hunted down the person with the strong scent, turns out he wasn't as far as you thought once you saw the male, he looked around in fear once he heard a twig snap under your foot.

Mk looked around in worry, looking around to find the person or thing that made the noise. As soon as he saw your glowing eyes he immediately made a run for it, some of his items even fell out of his basket as you chased him throughout the forest; His screams loud and heard as the trees tore some of his clothes off before you tackled him to the ground. Tears slipping out of his eyes as he watched you check him.

Once you found out that the scent was coming off of him, you tore off his pants. He watched you in utter disbelief as you went down on him, your tail swaying in the wind as you watched his boner before giving it a kiss; His breathe stuck in his throat as he watched you with curious eyes.

You pulled his underpants off, the tip of his cock kissed your lips as you looked back at him. As if to ask for consent, which he did by petting your head, signaling a yes; Already sucking down on his tip before taking him down your throat, your tongue swirling around his cock as you sucked him off. His legs wrapping around your neck as you hum on his cock, sending vibrations and making him even more sensitive than he was before.

The way how your mouth felt so soft to the touch, almost as if your razor sharp teeth were non-existent. But you weren't gonna hurt him, he looked too sweet to even do that; You were considering to make him your lifelong mate, and you had enough to make him comfortable for a really long while.

All those years of being alone since teenhood really took a number on you, never making any friends or having physical contact and even worse being called a monster had turned you into a sensitive, touch-starved mess. So you were grateful he allowed you to give him pleasure and petting your head. Taking his cock down to the back of your throat as you rung him dry of his cum. His moans rolling off his tongue like ice as he held your head to his cock, as if he was bound to cum soon if you don't lay off. And you weren't planning to let go either.

He mutters and whines in ecstasy, black spots clouding his vision the more your tongue swirled and messed with him; He compared his hand to your head and would take up the offer with your head than to ever use his hand again. Completely ignoring his fallen goods next to his head as he basked himself in this selfish pleasure of his, honestly saying fuck off to Wukong as he hasn't been this sensitive in years.

His eyes flashed to white as he came for the first time, his sight temporarily limited as you sat down on his cock, rubbing the tip on your folds before sitting down on it fully. Your pussy clenching around his dick, making his head more blurry the more you grind on him; Mewling in euphoria whilst bouncing on his dick, the wet, squelching sounds growing in volume the faster and harder you bounced.

'Feels s'good' 'Can't stop' slips from his mouth like a broken record, holding your hair as he pounds right up into you, the tip of his cock brushing past your cervix and right into your womb. Fucking you as if he's trying to breed you. Your nails digging into his hair and suffocating him with your chest as you sobbed; Your tail swishing in the air from hypersensitivity as your climax was starting untie, the coiling feeling in your stomach becoming unbearable the longer you held out.

He sat up and laid you down on the ground, mindful of any rocks or sticks that could poke you as he started thrusting harder, paying close attention to how you whimper and whine the rougher he went on you. His hands snaking themselves around your waist whilst kissing you, your ears flicking to the sudden affection, which you happily return as it was getting harder and harder to not cum. Your hands

God how he missed feeling this dominant, being cooed down by the villagers could be tiring for him. And the fact that you're this submissive towards him brought him a sense of relief, his mind already hazy and rutty from the broken glass alongside the warm, fuzzy feeling he felt in his stomach again had him in a pleasurable thrill; Shuddering from ecstasy as his climax was rearing it's little head again.

'Can you cum for me?' he begs, his praising struck a chord inside you. Making the knot untie and finally cumming all over his cock, making it slippery and easier for him to do deeper inside, the head of his cock now bashing against your womb as he kissed you passionately before cumming as well. Flooding your insides with sticky, warm cum before pulling out and watch it dribble onto the ground, giving you one final kiss before you black out; sleeping peacefully as he put on his (torn) hoodie and put your sweater back on you.

Mk gathered up his items and the perfume before coming back to your sleeping form and carry you on his back to his hideout, carrying you to his bed before going to sleep in his couch, already tired from such a long (yet eventful day).

"So you mean to tell me... YOU DROPPED MY BOTTLE?!"

Wukong yelled at the man, he sighed before rubbing his head. Trying to explain how and what happened before you came outside, your tail swishing lowly as you heard them (Wukong) make a ruckus.

"Who is that?"

He asks and trails circles around you, noticing some bitemarks and other spots on you that seemed strange before putting the pieces together and deciding to torment Mk.

"Mk! You didn't tell me you were busy having randevus with this little limelight~"

He purrs before petting your head, both you and Mk were left confused and bewildered by his sudden mood shift; As if he wasn't mad a few seconds ago and looking as if he was about to start a riot.

Wukong lies there on his cloud, his tail lazily swaying as he floats next to Mk, Giving him a slap across the head before taking his contents from the demigod's hands. Spraying some of the perfume on himself before Mk asked him a question on the bottle.

"Why exactly do you need an aphrodisia-based cologne anyways?"

"For personal stuff I have to deal with"

He responds before zooming off on his cloud, probably going off to meet his date. Mk looks back in an unamused face before checking back with you if you were ok; His hands holding your cheeks before kissing your forehead. Making you nod happily before snuggling to his embrace, happy that you found someone to love on your own

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[wiypt-writes]

Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 1

Summary: It’s a year since Ransom was murdered, and you’re settling well into your new life in Boulder. It hasn’t just provided you with a fresh start-it’s brought you a new sense and purpose, an appreciation for the things you took fore grated, and the friendship of a former ADA…

Warnings: Bad Language, allusions to past abuse (Non Con/Dub Con) but nothing explicitly described in this chapter.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 5k

Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

A/N- So, here it is! The sequel to Murder, He Wrote . This is the last time I’ll post this note, however, please be aware that the prequel is a Dark series. Whilst this is not, it will contain flashbacks and themes as we progress, however nothing will be as dark as MHW. Chapters will be clearly labelled with appropriate warnings. If anyone is uncomfortable with the themes of a certain chapter, I will be more than happy to post/provide abridged versions which will not deviate from the storyline.

Sunrise. You used to hate the coming of each day. It meant another monotonous day in your young adult life. A 'depends on the day' type of job at the paper in which you got your start, it meant earning little for the slave work you put into each piece or research. It meant another day you'd woken up in fear, not knowing what was coming next. Then, for a little while, sunrises were okay. They were a soft glow across the room, illuminating hard lines and soft curves, whispering words and lingering kisses. And then, they became fearful again, bringing the unpredictable nature of a life in which you were trapped.

But now, over the last few months, since taking up your new hobby, sunrise had become a beautiful thing. The feeling of peace and comfort washing over you like a warm rain, bringing the redeeming nature of a new day as vibrant watercolours paint the new-born sky. Whether you caught it from the East side of your condo; your master balcony and study or your garden, or even your hikes, you appreciated every, single sunrise as if you were seeing it for the first time ever, each and every day.

For this morning's sunrise, you were perched along Boulder Creek Path, a trail that runs from the foothills to across town, a typical recreational getaway for many locals and tourists. You looked out over the bridge as the creek flowed beneath your feet. You were lost in the serenity of it, the bubbling water lulling your mind into a deep mediation that washed peacefulness through your entire body.

A year ago today, your life changed and you were freed. Free of the nightmare that had plagued you, robbing you of nearly a year of your life. The months that followed weren't so easy, but once things settled and the fires were extinguished, you found peace.

You found you.

Your phone buzzing in your pocket brought you back from your reverie, pressing your thumb onto the screen to unlock it. You opened your messages tab and tapped the most recent incoming text.

A smile flicked on your face as you slipped your phone back in your pocket. It didn’t escape your knowledge how Andy didn’t need to even ask what coffee you wanted. But then again, this wasn’t the first time you’d had breakfast in the small, independent coffee place not far from your home and place of work. You knew when you arrived that a large caramel vanilla latte, with an extra shot would be waiting. But no food, your order varied depending on your mood.

Twenty minutes or so later, you parked your sting-grey Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT 4x4 back in your garage to your condo at the corner of 9th and Pine Street and set off on the short ten minute walk to your designated meeting place, centred near the town square, not far from your office which was a gorgeous old red-brick building on the corner of 16th and Walnut Street.

As you approached, you didn’t spot Andy’s black Audi TT in any of the spaces littered around but it didn’t bother you. Barber was reliable, if he said he was going to be there, he’d be there.

And sure enough, as you walked along the side of the cafe you, spotted him at your usual, preferred table by the large window, overlooking the street. He saw you approaching and smiled, giving a small wave.

The smell of roast coffee beans, baked treats and other delicious aromas hit your senses as you opened the door. You approached the table and Andy stood up to great you, smiling. A light grey tee sat exposed under a partially zipped up light weight blue leathered hoodie whilst dark and crisp denim covered his narrow hips and long legs, his go to well-worn black work boots on his feet. His hair was styled and soft looking, his beard always trimmed and neat. He gave you a strong, yet gentle hug, a juxtaposition he managed effortlessly before he turned and waited for you to sit first before he took up his previous seat, nodding to your waiting drink.

“Thank you.” You beamed at him, taking a quick sip. "Of course." He smiled as he took a drink of his own coffee, straight black, before he leaned back a little. His left arm rested over the back of the booth bench, the platinum of his wedding ring catching the early morning sun which streamed through the window. You momentarily glanced at your own hand, bare of the heavy rings which had been taken in the ‘mugging’. Mind you, you wouldn’t be wearing them even if you still had them. Your story was a lot different to his.

“So, where'd you go this morning?" his soft baritone drifted across the table and you glanced back at him. "Fiddled around down Boulder Creek Path." "You seem to be getting around better now." "Yeah, thank God for GPS. Did I tell you that last week I was looking for some store Amber vaguely told me where about it was and ending up like thirty minutes down the highway towards Denver." He laughed, his whole body smiling, radiating genuine amusement. "You have more faith in GPS than me, when I first moved here I got pulled over for going the wrong way down a one way street because it told me to.” You grinned as he shook his head. "And that annoying voice! I want to wring her damn neck." You gave a chuckle but before you could reply, the middle-aged woman, who owned the café, interrupted you both with her usual familiar greeting and the smile she reserved for Andy. “Hey Patti, how are ya?” He smiled back. “Same old, same old.” She winked back. “What can I get you kids today?” “Y/N?” Andy looked at you and you smiled. “Can I get an almond croissant and a granola pot, please? With the blueberry compote.” “Sure honey, and for you Mr Barber?”

“French toast please, all the trimmings.”

A fizzing filled your ears as you were suddenly back on a clinically clean, modern kitchen, nervously scouring a fridge and cupboards for something to make your captor breakfast with. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, counting backwards from five as you always did to keep the memory from swallowing you.

“Hey,” a gentle touch to your hand jolted you back and you looked at Andy who frowned. “You okay?” "Yeah, no, I mean yes, I'm okay. It just…it dawned me this morning that this was the best thing I could have done for myself. Like there's just a newfound peace that's settled with me, you know?" He just smiled as he squeezed your hand before slipping his away. “Yeah, I do.” No more was said about it, and Andy didn’t press. He never did. In the eight weeks or so that had passed since you’d met him that Friday evening in the bar, the pair of you had struck up a friendship that was based on a mutual understanding. You both carried a heavy burden of a traumatic past on your shoulders, but you had an unspoken rule. He had never mentioned Ransom. And you, in turn, never broached the subject of Laurie or Jacob. You understood you were both moving on with your life, both wanting to heal from the past and you wanted to spend the rest of your life never in fear again. Instead, a simple chatter always flowed between the two of you, and today was no exception. You barely stopped to thank Patti for dropping your order off at the table. Current work was never a topic of conversation, although office gossip featured on occasion, but mostly it was always about happenings around town, him asking about you, your parents and your old job, the two of you talking about your favourite places in Boston. You never missed certain facial and eye cues Andy gave off at the mention of certain things, but when you saw them, that sag in his smile or the far off look his eyes would give, you'd change the subject. You ate in comfortable companionship and after another coffee, Andy asked for the bill and then pulled out his card to pay. "Next one is on me, you paid for the last two and coffee all this week." You gave him a stern look as you headed towards the exit. “Well, if you wanted you could grab us a beer later.” He shrugged, pulling the door handle to open it, allowing you to step out before him. “I gotta nip into the office for a coupla hours but...” "Breakfast AND drinks?" You smiled as he fell into step beside you. The July day was starting to warm a little now, the slight chill of the early morning all but gone. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like hanging out with me." “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. I just find you slightly less irritating than everything and everyone else.” He teased and you laughed. “So... Happy hour?" "Yeah." You nodded “It's a date." Andy confirmed and you quirked your eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the look on his face as he realised what he had said. “A date?” “Well, I don’t mean a date date but...” You felt the heat in your neck a little, so to save your embarrassment and his blushes, you smiled, "it's a date-not-date. Say Oskar’s, 6:30?" "Oskar’s." He confirmed. "I'll save you a tall, cold one." “You’re an angel, you know that?” "I wouldn't go that far. My halo is held up by horns” “Even Prometheus was an angel at some point, Y/N.” He replied as you reached the corner of the street where you would part. Him towards the office, you back home. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "I'll see you tonight." At that he gave you another quick hug, his hand rubbing your back over the top of your light jacket before you headed your separate ways.

You enjoyed the walk home. It gave you the perfect chance to just mellow out and walk off a bit of your breakfast. You tucked your hands into the pockets for your vest, your white thermal keeping your arms covered. You headed down Pearl Street, watching as the little shops and boutiques began to set up their patios and side walk spaces for their Saturday. You took in the clean fresh mountain air deep into your lungs and allowed a warm smile to cross your lips. 

From Pearl to 9th you went, hooking a right up 9th until you walked to the corner of Pine, and onto the porch of the nice and spacious condo you closed escrow on just weeks ago. 

That deep feeling of home greeted you as you stepped inside, wiping your boots on your door mat just before kicking them off and setting them by the back door you’d come through. The cream walls invited you in, the oak furniture and fixtures, a feature that reminded you of home, the decor you grew up with, a safe place. 

You'd bought the condo outright with the money you'd inherited from Ransom's untimely death and subsequent estate. You knew before you'd even stepped foot into the property initially, that it'd become yours. The week you closed escrow, you and your parents moved you into the three bedroom, three and a half bath condo, never looking back. 

The open floor plan and panoramic views had stolen your breath and it was then, the first night your parents had left you alone, too anxious to sleep alone, you had fallen in love with the sunrise, seeing it from your front garden patio, bundled up with tea and a wool blanket. All three rooms in the space had no adjoining walls and their own en-suites. The master bedroom, your room, was massive. An en-suite with walk in shower, soaking tub and Jack and Jill sinks. Two walk in closets that you knew you'd probably never fill completely, an Eastwardly view and balcony. The two spare rooms, were separated, one on the second floor down the hall from yours where it's balcony looked West, as it were above the garage and the third on the top and final floor with its own balcony. That was your office space, a spot for you to work and to breathe in the fresh air. 

Everything in that condo was yours, down to the logs you'd put in your fireplace and the silly little amenities you'd given yourself from knickknacks to the colour of your dishes. There was one space however you left untouched. And only your parents had been inside to pack away your unused things as storage space. That room was your basement. You didn't need to go down there, you figured if you needed something from there, you'd go buy it anyway. All that was truly stored down there anyway were things from your childhood your mother insisted on you bringing along.

As if her ears were burning, your phone buzzed from your back pocket, revealing your mother calling. 

"Hey, Mom." You answered. 

"Hi, honey. I was just calling to see how you were doing. Check in on you." You could hear the worry in her voice and you couldn't help but smile. 

"I'm really good, Mom. It’s been good here." "You still hiking every day?" She sounded hopeful now.  "Lately it's just been on the weekends. I've been really busy at work, which isn't exactly a bad thing either." You had made your way to your room, looking for some lounge pants to change into while you continued your conversation.  "Well, busy is a blessing. Do you have anything planned for today or...."  "Uh, well I just had breakfast with a friend from work who I'm also meeting for drinks later." You smirked at the thought.  There was a joyful sigh that poured into your ear from the ear piece, "Oh, this friend wouldn’t happen to be the mysterious Andy you’ve name dropped the last few calls would it?"  You hesitated, "y..ye...yeah." Then you heard the tell-tale sound of your mother's chuckle. “We’re just friends.” "I'm not saying anything." You could picture her with her hands held up in defence. "You sound happy." “I am. I feel okay, more than okay even. I’m good.” "Alright. Well, don’t waste your day. Enjoy it. Your dad and I will talk soon." “Yeah, listen Mom, why don’t you come over for a few days in a couple of weeks? You’ve not been since the week you came to help me move in. It would be nice to show you round now I’ve got my bearings.” "We would love that. I'll have your father look at booking some time." “Okay just let me know. Tell Daddy I said hi.” "I will, sweetie. Love you, bye.” "I love you too, Mom, bye." The seventeenth of July, a date that you hope one day will come to mean nothing and be like any other day. But for now, it was a sting that reminded you of all that had happened. Not unlike Halloween, a day in which you'll forever hold in a fearful anxious place in your soul. It served as a reminder of the moment your life had taken a very dark turn, a darkness that you were still, in a lot of ways, finding your way through. Ransom. His name still tasted sour on your tongue. But left a sadness over your heart like a sheer curtain. You had truly hoped he wasn't going to revert back to the beast that held you captive. But you were wrong, and post the revelation of the real reason he had taken you, he’d been far more brutal and cruel than he had with you before, something you’d thought was impossible. And he’d broken you for a second time, or so you’d let him think. Desperate to escape his clutches, you’d done the only thing you could- you’d killed him. Whilst you may not have held the knife, you’d arranged it all. And, even though it had been an absolute last resort, you’d be lying if you said there hadn’t been a satisfaction to watching him bleed out and choke on his own blood. The realisation that had clouded his arrogantly handsome features as he came to understand it was your doing would be forever etched into your brain. That said, it made you feel a little bit queasy when you thought about how taking someone’s life could make you feel a sick sense of pleasure. The nightmares had plagued you for months after. The torture which sleep brought you only ceased around the time things were settled within the system between you and his parents. With a deep sigh and the need for distraction, you set about some spot cleaning in between loads of laundry and by early afternoon you had settled in on your couch with a beer and your latest box set binge. Not two episodes in and your phone pinged next to you.

With a smirk, you snapped a photo of your beer bottle in your hand and a few moments later his response came through.

The angel made you laugh, a direct reference to his teasing before. But before you could reply, you got another text with simply saying “fuck it” along with a picture of a tumblr of whiskey on his desk. With a snort you replied

With a smile you tossed your phone down onto the seat beside you, and resumed your watching.

***** Andy was kidding when he playfully said he'd be there by 6:45, fully intending on their agreed upon 6:30. But, he was late. He'd been so involved with his brief that he'd lost track, and for the first time since meeting her, was late for a meet up with Y/N. She was fully understanding as he'd text her apologizing for the time as he'd rushed out of the office and quickly headed for Pearl Street. He'd gotten very lucky with close parking and literally stepped inside Oskar's Taproom promptly at 6:45. He found Y/N sitting at the bar, her hair down, a nicely fitted black tee and skinny denim jeans, her foot tapping against her bar stool in waiting. Next to her was an empty stool and a full, cold looking tall pilsner on the bar, saving his space.

"Hey," he said as he leaned into her, a gentle hand on her back, getting her attention.

Y/N startled a bit but realized it was Andy and grinned, "'bout time! I was going to get started on yours without you." She nodded to the cold beer.  “I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, “I just got caught up.” "Well, you haven't stood me up yet, so I trusted you'd show." “And I did tell you 6:45 before. You know, on account of you being a cheeky little shit.” She rolled her eyes at him, "whatever." She smirked. He slid onto the stool next to her and took a long pull of his beer, damned it tasted good. He gave an appreciative sigh and turned to her. “So, do anything much this afternoon?” "I did absolutely nothing, well nothing of importance. Talked to my mom, did laundry, you know nothing exciting." “To be honest, sounds like a pretty good afternoon.” He chuckled. “Sometimes there’s nothing better than laying in front of the TV with no where you have to be.” "Cheers to that," she raised her glass to him. He clinked his with hers and returned the smile she had. The blues band that was set to play happy hour was starting to tune up and it gave Andy an idea. "What do you say we find a spot in the patio, little less noise." “Sounds good.” She nodded. Andy flagged the bartender down for another round to take with them. But before Y/N could pick up her glass, Andy took it for her and gestured with her head for her to go on in front. She looked a little surprised at his act of basic good manners, and not for the first time. He'd often seen her look at him in a similar way when he held doors open for her or helped her with her jacket. It made him wonder what kind of asshole Drysdale had been. But, then again, he got the impression it hadn’t been a particularly happy relationship to start. Not that it was any of his business, nor was he one to talk. The last seven months he’d been married to Laurie had been as strained as they'd ever got. They found a spot at a two top near the corner of the patio at the gate that separated it from the sidewalk. Andy waited for Y/N to sit before he set their glasses on the high top table and took his own seat. "So...much better," he leaned in across the table. "Love this place, but it's not always the best for conversation." “Yeah but it has a good atmosphere.” She smiled. “I like it. Not the type of place that-“ she stopped dead and took a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter.” He half smiled, "you know, I've been meaning to tell you, it's okay to talk to me about anything you want. No pressure, no strings. Just a friendly ear." She smiled. “I know, thanks. And the same goes for you too.” For the first time, an interesting silence came between them. They each sipped their drinks in an almost a mirrored like fashion and chuckled when through. "I think that's the first time we've ever not had something to say." Y/N shrugged. He nodded, and then she took a deep breath. “I was just gonna say its not the type of place Ransom would ever have taken me. He’d have thought it beneath him.” "I think that's the first time you've ever mentioned his name." He pointed out. "Yeah, I try not to. It's uh," he watched her as she struggled to start her story, playing nervously with the earring in her ear. "Complicated." He leaned on the table, his forearms crossed and supporting his weight. He wanted her to know she had his full attention. “Well, from what I know about him, which granted is only what I saw on the news or heard around Boston, he certainly enjoyed the finer things in life.” "That's one way of looking at." She chuckled dryly. "It wasn't an easy marriage, despite how short lived." "Well, I was with Laurie since law school and we still had our ups and downs. I don't think marriage is easy in general." Andy admitted. "I was with Ransom less than nine months before we got married. It, uh, lasted three weeks."

Andy paused, “okay, so granted Laurie and I were a whirlwind what with her falling pregnant so fast but... I’ll give you that one.” “A whirlwind?” She asked and Andy nodded. “Yeah, we hadn’t even been together a year when she got pregnant with Jake. Not gonna lie, I shit myself but...” he sighed, swallowing. “Well, he was worth it.” "I'm sure he was." She nodded. Andy cleared his throat. “He was a good kid, despite what he, well what he was accused of.” “I can’t even begin to imagine how that felt, for any of you.” She said gently. “Fucking shit.” He said bluntly. She blinked and then the pair of them laughed quietly. "I'm sorry, Andy. And I mean that in all sincerity." He sighed and gave a soft little smile. “Thanks. You know, for the most part it’s just happy memories. But then sometimes it’s hard...” he trailed off shaking his head, “but of course you’ll know that.” “Suppose so.” She shrugged. “I doubt our marriage was anything near as loving as yours. I, uh...well, Ransom was mentally abusive, very controlling. Getting married wasn't exactly what I'd wanted but, I felt trapped in a way." She paused as he listened intently. "I guess it's harder to explain than I thought." She bit her lip and then shook her head. “Then the asshole went and got himself killed.” "I hate that you had to witness that." She shrugged and her finger swiped at the condensation on the outside of her half empty beer glass. “It was a year ago today.” “Jesus fucking Christ.” Andy shook his head in shock as he took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m not.” She sighed. “And I know that probably sounds awful but... I don’t mourn him, I can’t. Not after everything. I’m just glad to be away and out of it. Fuck, that makes me sound like a really cold hearted bitch.” She scrunched her nose and chuckled a bit. Andy cocked his head to one side, studying her face which was, despite what she said, laced with sadness and he took a deep breath. There was more to her story than she was telling him, he could see that, but he had his own secrets too. And he found himself realising he didn’t care. Moving away post the accident that claimed Jake and later Laurie’s life had been a way for him to leave all that shit behind. And she was trying to do the same. “Okay, let’s make a deal.” He leaned forward. “No reverse gear. We look forward and not back, at least not at the hard stuff.” It took a moment for her to process it, and Andy watched her expression behind her eyes as he did so. Then she smiled, "deal." Andy smiled as she reached for her beer. He watched her pretty face as she drained her glass, setting it down in the table before she leaned towards him. “Have you eaten? Because I’ve suddenly got a hankering for something greasy and very bad for me.” “Sounds like someone I used to work with.” Andy shot before he could stop himself and Y/N threw her head back in a loud laugh. “Lawyers for you.” “Hey, not all of us are jerks.” He pouted and she shrugged. “Jury’s out.” She winked. At that Andy raised his brows, downed the rest of his pint and then stood up. “Something dirty and greasy that isn’t an attorney coming up, I’ll grab us a menu.” They each ordered a greasy, filthy cheeseburger with all the fixings and two smaller beers a piece to go with it. They moved their conversation away from their pasts and talked music as the band played some songs they were familiar with. Y/N finding the perfect moment to joke with Andy again about his age versus hers, despite it being maybe seven or eight years. Neither seemed to mind.  Again, when the bill came, Andy slapped his card down before Y/N even had a chance to grab her wallet, which caused him to laugh loudly at her pout. “You’ll just have to get it next time.” “Oh," she smirked, "so that’s your game? You paid, so I owe you a next time?” He shrugged. “Would that be such a bad thing?” She bit her lip and grinned with a shake of her head. “No, not really.” “Good, I’ll hold you to that. And, as a lawyer I feel obliged to tell you that’s a legally recognised verbal contract.” “Uh, I’m sure there’s a rule that a social agreement made between friends is done so without an intention of being enforceable.” Y/N shot back and Andy felt his mouth curl up on a little surprised smirk. “Therefore no intent, no legal comeback. Your move, Counselor.” He laughed and shook his head. “Nope, I got nothing.” “In that case, I call recess.” She grinned. “Oh faahk off with the legal puns!” Andy snorted and once more she laughed as they stood up, their night at an end. He walked behind Y/N with a gentle hand on her back as she weaved through the tables on the patio, eventually ending up on the sidewalk out front.

"Thanks, for breakfast, dinner, drinks," Y/N shook her head, feigning annoyance. Andy smirked, "thanks for meeting me. You're not walking home are you?" "I can, it's not far." She replied, folding her arms over her chest.

"Absolutely not, I'll take you," he nodded his head in the direction in which his car was. He gave a small wink when she accepted his offer. He held the door open for you as you slid into the passenger seat of his Audi TT. You quickly realized that this was the first time you'd been in his car and the very first time he would see your doorstep. However, the thought of both those things didn't bother you one bit. In fact, you found yourself more comfortable than you'd expected.

All in all the drive was no more than five minutes, and if he hadn’t been going that way already, you’d have felt like a complete fraud, but he assured you it was on his way.

You helped yourself out but Andy waited for you around the front hood and walked you to your doorstep, lit by the lantern porch light your Home Owners Association contract insisted be up. "So, this is me," you sighed. Andy had his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and he rocked a little on his heels as he waited for you to open your front door. When you'd opened it, he scratched behind his neck and said, "so I'll see you Monday?" "Yeah," you agreed. He turned to go but you called out to him, "Hey, Andy?" He quickly turned back to you, his one foot on your stoop, the other the next step down, "yeah?" In a sudden moment of courage, you stood on your toes and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. His smooth cheek and the slightly rough yet softer than anticipated scratch of those dark whiskers, intermittent speckled with auburn, felt amazing against your lips. And fuck, did he smell amazing. Which you knew already from the tight and friendly hugs he'd seemed to start giving you. The first hit of his aftershave was always the same, dominated by a white-out of bergamot and pepper, a bright flash of sweet, dewy citrus that is both crisp and clean, underpinned by a freshness that was both light and gentle and completely different to the heavy sandalwood based fragrance you’d grown so used to. It was brief, but when you pulled back, you gave a content huff, “Huh.” “What?” He was clearly puzzled. “Your beard. It’s kinda soft.” “What? What the hell did you expect?” He laughed. “I dunno, maybe a toilet brush type bristle.” “You kiss a lot of toilet brushes Y/N?” “Try not to.” She winked. “Thanks again, Andy. I enjoyed today.” He chuckled and shook his head as he watched you turn back to your door and finally stepped inside your home. Before you closed the door, you turned back, noticing he was watching you go in. "Bye."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

**** Chapter 2

[asawaniconnor]

Too Late.

Connor fanfic cause why not?

Genre: angst.

Connor x reader

P.S: (this is my first time writing Connor and pardon my grammar, english is not my strong language so enjoy ig.)

Converting the androids is the only thing Connor have in his mind and he doesn't want to fail mission.

It's the only way the androids can have their freedom without the humans insulting and treating them like a slave.

Connor was about to finish converting to android when suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

"Connor!"

There goes Sixty holding Y/N hostage.

In that moment he got scared because Y/N is in danger and yet he have a mission to finish.

"Step back Connor and I'll spare her" Sixty said while pointing his gun to Y/N.

"I'm sorry Connor but I didn't know he's pretending to be you" Y/N said.

"Your friend's life is in your hands, Now it's time to decide what matter the most!"

"Her or the revolution?" Sixty added.

"Don't listen to him Connor! You have to do it."

Connor choose to bluff incase Sixty change his mind.

"I'm sorry Y/N, you shouldn't got mixed in all of this"

"Don't worry about me Connor..."

"Enough talk! It's time to decide who you really are."

"Are you gonna save her life or are you gonna sacrifice her?"

Connor knew whatever he choose Y/N will support him no matter what happens.

So he continued converting the androids and didn't noticed that Y/N got shot by Sixty.

After Sixty shoot Y/N he quickly shoot Connor who was still converting the android.

Connor laid down after being shot twice and his biocomponent being damaged.

"Why Connor? Why did you have to wake up when all you have to do is obey?"

Connor try to crawl but Sixty shoot him.

"I'm obedient Connor, I have a goal I know what I am"

This time Connor tries to get up but Sixty shoot him again.

"Look where dreams of freedom got you Connor, you've been a great disappointment to Amanda you know?"

"You've been a great disappointment to me" Sixty slightly shaking his head towards Connor.

"Fortunately, that's all gonna end now" he point his gun at Connor.

"Any last words?"

Connor quickly grab Sixty wrist and transfer his consciousness to Sixty body.

Sixty who was in Connor damaged body looks around before looking up at Connor.

"Well done Connor, but this... This is just... The beginning" It was Sixty last word to Connor before he died.

Connor looks at Sixty and went quickly to Y/N.

She lost many blood and there's no way she were going to survive.

He quickly took Y/N in his arms, Y/N place her hand in Connor cheeks.

"Don't worry Y/N everything will be alright, I'm gonna get you outta of here---"

Y/N immediately silenced him.

"There's no hope for me Con I don't think I can't survive this shit, you will be always my favourite android not because we're partners but I love you Connor, you have a spot here in my heart"

She weakly pointed at her chest.

"No Y/N i---"

"Shut up and kiss me yeah?"

He nodded and quickly press his lips into her.

It was bittersweet, sweet cause he always imagined what would her lips taste like and bitter cause this is their first and last kiss.

Y/N parted then wiped the tears dripping down Connor's face.

"Mi amor, go save them alright? You guys deserve the freedom and acknowledge from the other humans, Prove to them that you're not just a robot y'all humans too but different, I'm always proud of you Connor darling"

"I love you and I'm going to miss you my love"

She smiled at Connor one last time before dropping her hand.

She's dead.

Connor was too busy mourning to Y/N, he look up when he heard androids waking each other.

He pay them no mind.

He didn't know the consequences of his mission is gonna take the one he love.

He completed his mission but at what cost?

[viinchester]

Left For Dead

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Descriptive Sex, Fingering, Violence, Descriptive Injuries, Non-Con/Dub-Con?(Reader ends up liking it so idk), Badly written Smut, hints of a breeding kink (Like 2 sentences)

Fandom: The Devil All The Time (Movie)

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Request: Written for this awesome request @slothspaghettiwrites received and forwarded to her followers for us to write.💞

Summary: You're new in town and manage to unintentionally catch the Sheriff's attention. Being his girl doesn't only give advantages though.

Word Count: 5.483 (This kinda got out of hand😅)

My Masterlist

A/N: I'm so sorry for ruining this perfectly decent request. This probably isn't what you wanted, like at all, but I hope you can enjoy it nonetheless.🥺 This definitely doesn't have as much Angst or protective!Lee as it probably should. It's also my first time writing Lee, so I'm sorry if he seems out of character. Also, I'd like to thank @threeminutesoflife for advising me to post this as a separate blog rather than a reply to the original ask in order for my tags to show up in Tumblr's search.💞

You still weren't entirely certain how the Sheriff and you'd ended up together.

No, scratch that, you remembered specifically how.

You didn't grow up in Knockemstiff.

Your mother did, but she moved away pretty much as soon as she was legally able to do so. When she died a few months ago, you felt completely alone and abandoned. Your father had bitten the bullet many years back and you didn't have any siblings or cousins or even aunts or uncles. All that was left of your family was your dear grandmother (bless her heart) who however lived in Knockemstiff, prompting you to move back there to get a bit closer to your roots.

Fresh in town and financially unstable, you'd begun serving at a Diner to pay both your and your grandmother's bills, moving in with her and taking care of her.

And you liked this city, for the most part anyway. It was peaceful, nothing outstanding ever actually happened. The community knew each other well and everything had its secure position here.

Some would call this place boring, but you preferred boring.

Working at the Diner, you quickly got to know every soul in the town, if directly or through the occasional rumors and gossips you overheard. It took some time, but the people grew comfortable around you, you just held something about you that nobody could despise.

You were a pleasant person to be around, always attentive and well-spoken. There were no snarky remarks from your side nor did you ever speak poorly about anyone on purpose or with evil intent.

When somebody required assistance with something, you were one of the first to offer your services, always with a warm smile on your face.

Enter the Sheriff.

A man that couldn't be any more different from you than a buttercup was from a cactus. He wasn't constantly outright mean, but he didn't make any effort to be polite either. The Sheriff was a man who recognized the power he carried in his position and thrived on it.

The first time you'd encountered him was the third day on your job. He'd shown up at noon, picking a table meant for families right next to the entrance with a window view to the parking lot. His presence had an immediate influence on the atmosphere in the Diner, everybody communicated much more hushed and nobody dared to even glance in the Sheriff's direction.

When the other employees caught wind of him, they exchanged one simple look, before nodding in agreement.

Tiffany, one of those employees and your colleague, strolled over to you and asked you to take care of the Sheriff, cautioning you with nothing more than a 'Just be civil'. She'd consciously sent you straight into the lion's den without remorse. It wasn't that she wished you anything bad, but she wasn't about to deal with the Sheriff when somebody else could do the job.

So, exactly like all the other times when a new face arrived at the Diner, you straightened the yellow-white striped dress-uniform you wore and walked over to the table the Sheriff sat with a pleasant smile on your face while carrying the paper you'd write his order on.

"Good day, Sheriff. What can I get for you?" You greeted him politely, his head immediately snapping towards you at your voice from where he'd been staring out the window.

He was quite obviously surprised to see someone new serving him, blinking shortly, before furrowing his brows.

Sitting up, he leaned back a little to take in your appearance with hooded eyes.

Smooth skin, clean clothes, hair in a bun, a body with curves in all the ideal places. His pants strained the slightest bit, finding you attractive.

Clearing his throat, the Sheriff finally spoke up: "Hamburger, french fries, and a coffee, black."

Watching you dutifully jotting down his order, he yearned to touch you but waited for an opportunity.

"Coming right up for you, sir. Will that be all?" He had to give it to you, you knew how to do your job and you did it well.

Gruffing out a "No.", he waited until you turned away to snatch your arm and keep you back, causing you to spin to him again with a wildly beating heart.

"Actually.." He started and you had to fight hard not to let your sudden fear show on your face. "I don't think I've ever seen you around before. You new in town?"

He still maintained his hand on your arm, not quite as forceful anymore, however.

Gulping, you promptly answered with a: "Yes, Sheriff. I moved here four days ago to take care of my Granny."

"Mhm." The Sheriff assessed, squinting his eyes the slightest bit while you nervously clutched the papers in your hands. "What's your name, missy?"

"Y/N, sir." - "Welcome in Knockemstiff, Y/N. I'm sure you understand I like to keep tabs on my people as Sheriff of the town."

After a final nod and a mumbled 'thank you' from you, the Sheriff finally let go of your arm, a subtle bruise left where he'd grabbed you. Turning around and walking back to the kitchen, you forced yourself not to grimace, noticing everybody in the Diner discretely but totally obviously having watched the exchange of words.

You handed in the order to the cook, trembling from the bad feeling the Sheriff gave you, sighing. Tiffany glanced at you from the side but didn't say anything, so you kept your mouth shut as well.

Over the following weeks, the man you'd come to known as Sheriff Lee Bodecker became a frequent visitor of the Diner. Exactly like the first time, you were constantly the one sent to attend to him, and unwilling to protest, you did. You still treated him like every other guest and he never touched you again or recited anything other than his order to you, and you essentially relaxed.

Then, someday somehow, something shifted. And suddenly the Sheriff was everywhere.

When you went to get groceries at the store, he was there. When you were in church, he was there. When you had your lunch breaks, his cruiser was right around the corner. When you walked home, sometimes you caught him following you from some distance. The last straw was when you were home and looked out the window, just to see the cruiser driving by way too slowly.

It became too much, sleepless nights spent worrying about whether he was outside the house right now.

You didn't dare talk to anyone about it, you were aware of his influence in the town and knew of his ways to play foul with his job. Things were hushed about the man behind his back that you overheard and they left you fearing for your life if you ever decided to open your mouth and say something.

So, you forced yourself to put up with it.

Hoping that he'd one day lose interest and finally stop following you around.

After an entire week of barely two to three hours sleeping, you determined to shake up your routine and do something different for a change. You shoved the thoughts about the Sheriff to the last corner of your mind and dressed for a fun night on Saturday evening. The short dress barely covered your ass, your lace panties on display, cleavage inviting. When you left the house, you told your grandmother not to expect you home before the next morning or noon. You weren't planning on coming home tonight, hoping to find someone good-looking to dance your troubles away with and spend the night with.

When you arrived at the club, you tossed back a few shots to get you started and into the mood, not taking long to scoot onto the dancefloor. You weren't oblivious to the longing and jealous glances thrown your way, after all the outfit you'd selected was a pretty daring choice in the small town of Knockemstiff, and unheard of. It didn't take long for the first men to surround you like moths that were attracted to light, and you spent the rest of your night dancing, laughing, and drinking while flirting.

One particular gentleman, James, quickly became a favorite of yours as he had a unique sense of humor and sparkle in his eyes with every word. It didn't hurt that he was quite handsome too. James paid for a few drinks and eventually invited you to go home with him, so you instantly agreed.

On your way outside, he grabbed your hand and when you finally reached the exterior, he kissed you with passion. Longingly, you kissed him back, grabbing the rear of his head and neck to pull him nearer. He did the same, shielding your skull from the hard stone wall behind you as he pushed you against it in the process. Moans of lust escaped your mouth when he traveled his lips down your face, onto your throat and bare neck. Grinding his bulge into your stomach, you raised your hips to answer him eagerly.

With a loud smack, James' lips left your neck and he panted, telling you: "God, baby. I'm not sure I can wait until we get home."

You couldn't help the smirk from forming, feeling the same way.

In a daring voice, you purred: "Then don't. You've got a car, don't you?"

"Oh fuck yes."

Both of you stumbled in the direction of his car and he slammed you to the door, while blindly reaching for the handle in the dark.

Nothing existed around the two of you and because of that, you both failed to notice the police cruiser parked only a few lots away from you.

"Shit, James. I need you." You moaned and he finally found the handle of the door, pulling it open.

As you stripped yourself of your dress, you fell onto the backseat, scurrying back while throwing aside your outfit, so James could follow you inside.

"I know, baby. I'm so hard for you." He acknowledged your calls, climbing inside after you and yanking down his pants. "Holy fuck, you look so good in that. But I need to see you out of it."

His fingers easily enough found the back of your bra, opening it and slowly pulling it down with his teeth, smirking at you.

Reaching behind him afterward, he closed the door of the car and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the front, like the rest of the clothes so far.

He explored your naked chest, trailing his fingers over your nipples, which hardened instantly. Stretching up, you grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him down, face first onto your breasts. Eagerly his tongue latched onto your left nipple and you moaned loudly, pushing your hips up and into his crotch. Letting your hands slide lower, you pulled off James' underwear, and he did the same with your panties.

Finally, oh sweet finally, he positioned himself and started pushing in.

Not even an inch in, both of you startled and flinched when somebody loudly banged their fist again the window behind James.

"Open the door, it's the police." The Sheriff's dooming voice announced and James and you stared at each other.

One second, you're laying on each other, hands roaming all over the other's body, the next you hastily jump into action, desperately searching for your clothes.

Another knock.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Open the door or I'll open it myself."

"Shit shit shit," James mumbled quickly while pulling up his underwear, handing you your bra. "One moment please, sir!"

The door opened abruptly and you and James stared into the Sheriff's flashlight like deers caught in the headlights.

"Out. Both of you." The Sheriff ordered.

James hurried to follow the instructions, jumping out of the back of the car, before reaching inside and offering you a hand. Wildly blushing you took it and pulled yourself outward, trying not to stare at the raging and obvious hard-on he still had.

Putting your hand over your exposed lower parts, you couldn't help both the shame and anger that coursed through you at that moment.

Shame to be found and seen in such a compromising position by none other than the head of the law around town.

And anger, because he ruined a perfectly good opportunity to get off and probably followed you here.

"Any good reason why I shouldn't immediately give the two of you tickets for indecent exposure in public and haul your asses to the station?" The Sheriff spoke up, eyebrows raised in almost a mocking manner.

James and you exchanged a single glance, before looking back at the Sheriff.

Sheepishly James begged him: "Please, sir. I'm so sorry, this won't ever happen again. We just wanted to get home and-"

"Boy, this ain't 'getting home' and we all know it. You couldn't have waited until you got there?" Sheriff Bodecker cut him off and put his hands to his hips.

And at that moment where your eyes fell to his hips, you were able to make out his boner through his pants. Wide eyes immediately snapped up again before somebody caught you looking, but your heart sped up.

"You're lucky I know your father, boy. Since this was the first time this ever happened, I'll let you off with a warning."

Both James and you breathed out in relief, but the Sheriff snapped his fingers in your direction.

"Not you, missy. You're gonna stay here and we're gonna talk about the consequences." - "But, sir-" James closed his mouth again abruptly at the dark look the Sheriff shot him.

"Get in your car and drive home. We'll take care of this alone." Sheriff Bodecker ordered him and your blood ran cold.

No. No no no. Don't leave me alone with him.

James shot you a sorry look but hurried to get inside his car nonetheless.

"My clothes-" - "Get 'em. Fast." The Sheriff allowed you and you hastily opened the door to the passenger seat while James sat in the driver's seat and helped you collect them, handing them to you.

He mouthed an apology and you gave him an understanding look, before getting out again and closing the door.

As you went ahead to pull on your panties, the Sheriff grabbed your arm harshly and told you: "Not so quick."

Staring at him, you could only stumble after him when he yanked you around to his cruiser.

"Sheriff?" You asked him, but instead of answering, he opened the door to the backseats of the cruiser and shoved you inside, not caring that you hit your head. "What-"

Swiftly, he followed you inside, climbing over you and you scrambled away, panicking as you tried to open the other door, but found it locked. The other door fell closed behind Sheriff Bodecker, his hands locating your hips and squeezing them forcefully.

Screaming out in pain, you put your hands above his, trying to yank them off.

"Stop, what are you doing-"

"You're such a goddamn tease." He cut you off, groaning loudly as he took in your body. "I've wanted you since I first saw you, but you just had to play hard to get. I know you saw me following you. You knew I'd follow you here tonight. You just wanted to get fucked by me, love, didn't you?"

Outraged at that accusation, you attempted to sit up, unwillingly allowing Lee to reach behind you and force your bra open and away. Putting your hands against his chest to push him away, Lee used the moment and nuzzled his head between your breasts, groaning.

"No! I didn't want this! You're insane, let go of me!"

A shudder ran through your body at the feeling of Lee grinning with his teeth against your breasts, before pulling away and moving to lean his face over yours.

"Baby, you're gonna love this, trust me." He told you and then went to unbutton his trousers.

"NO! I'll-I'll go to the police!" - At that, the Sheriff laughed.

"Sweetheart, I am the police. So let's be honest. Who are they going to believe? You, a stupid brat who's just moved into town, and who was seen flashing her body at a club and leaving with a guy that's not your husband? Or me, the Head of the Law who's been keeping this town safe for centuries now?" He mused, smirking. "Besides, you're not going to tell anyone. Wanna know why? For the same reason, you didn't tell anyone about me following you around. You like it."

Protesting, you shook your head.

"No, I don't! I'm afraid of you, that's all!" You sobbed, tears now flowing down your face at the predicament you found yourself in.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You can like it, no problem with that. You're my good sweetheart, aren't you? Always so polite and nice to everyone. Had me hard the moment I saw you."

The Sheriff finally pulled down his pants and followed with his underwear, making you flail around harder. His one hand clenched your hip harshly, forcing you to stay still, while the other one mounded your pussy.

Clasping your eyes shut, you knew Lee was able to feel how wet you were. And honestly, while you wanted to blame it at your former interaction with James, you knew it wasn't all that. No matter how much you denied it, you did kind of like the way Lee was handling you.

Chuckling, Lee rubbed his hand over your clit and began playing with it, causing your hips to press up into his grip. To disassociate yourself from the entire situation, you turned your head away and pressed your eyelids together more tightly, but nothing was able to make you overhear the squelching sounds your pussy began to make for Lee.

"You can say you don't like this all you want, but your pussy doesn't lie." He acknowledged, rubbing more before taking one finger and inserting it slowly into your body.

Your eyes snapped open, hands scrambling for purchase at the edge of the car seats and you attempted to drag yourself away from the sudden intrusion, but Lee's grip on you didn't ease and allow you to do so.

"Look at that. You're sucking me right in, sweetheart." He cooed and started moving his thick digit carefully.

He added a second and eventually a third finger, which had you both keening and moaning desperately. You were unable to move your hips, whining softly.

"Please.." The plea that fell from your lips sounded truly tortured and you weren't sure if you were begging for more or to stop at this point.

Spreading all his fingers inside you, Lee expertly moved them around and slipped them in and out of you slowly, taking in all your reactions to his actions.

"Come on, baby. I know you can do it." His voice encouraged you.

When he started rubbing your clit again while moving his fingers and inserting a fourth digit, you couldn't take it anymore.

Rocking back and forth, you fucked yourself on Lee's fingers as much as you possibly could and eventually came with a shuttering breath and wail.

Lee rode you through your high with his fingers, then pulled them out of you and sucked them clean inside his mouth with a dark look inside his eyes. Furthermore, he wrapped them around his hard erection, pumping a few times and groaning, before positioning himself at your entrance.

"Look at you, so ready for me. Just a dumb little girl wanting to get fucked by the Sheriff, hm?" He whispered and all you could do was moan softly in reply, eyes fluttering when he pushed in.

Despite being prepared by four fingers, his penis going in gave you a slight sting and you grimaced. While Lee wasn't exactly long, he was thick, which you now came to notice. As he went further in, his cock reached all the right places among your walls and ridges, causing you to moan again more loudly.

"Lee.." You whispered and he kissed you, heatedly pushing his tongue inside your mouth after a few seconds.

Pulling his hips away a bit, you then gasped against his lips when he pushed further in. Your hands took hold of Lee's hair, before sliding along his body, over his neck to his back.

Groaning deeply, Lee did the same with his hands, grabbing everywhere he could find purchase. His soft tummy pressed into your stomach every time he exhaled, grounding you further into the seats. Hands finding your breasts again, Lee played with your nipples, resting his forehead against yours as he went faster.

"Wanna fill you up. See these get round with milk. Fuck, you'd make a great mother. Always so patient and soft." He told you and you momentarily managed to slip out of the haze you were in.

The panic was written along your face, your voice shaking when you told him: "Lee, no. Please, don't-"

Almost lovingly, Lee smiled and hushed you with a whisper against your lips.

"Don't worry, baby. 'm not gonna do that yet. Wouldn't look good, you being pregnant 'n not married. I gotta wife you up first." - Your eyes went wide at that, but you didn't say anything, as his hands went to your clit and rubbed it again.

With a few more promising words, you finally came for the second time that evening. Shortly after, Lee pulled out and grabbed a Pepsi Cup from the front, spraying his load inside with a loud groan.

Exhausted, both of you remained in the position you were in for a little longer.

That was only the start.

After that encounter, the Sheriff started actually and officially dating you. He wasn't the most romantic man, but he tried his best as he took you out to dates and such.

Whenever you tried ending what was going on, he reminded you that he was the Sheriff and you had your role to play. Then he'd fuck you into obedience fairly quickly.

And to be honest, being Lee's girl wasn't that bad. He absolutely adored you, trying to make you as comfortable as he possibly could and giving you everything you could potentially wish for. You were starting to genuinely enjoy your relationship with the Sheriff.

Until that godforsaken day.

It had started normal, like every other day during the week. You'd gotten ready, served your grandmother and yourself food, and told her goodbye, before going outside where the Sheriff waited for you with the Cruiser. He insisted on driving you to and from work, despite you always telling him it wasn't that far and that you would be fine walking. Reaching the Diner, you kissed each other and then went your separate ways, doing your jobs.

The ordinary day changed drastically when Lee arrived at the Diner later that Noon. Going inside, he placed himself in his regular seat, waiting for you to make your appearance.

And so he waited.

For a minute.

For two minutes.

For five minutes.

After ten minutes without you showing up, Lee grunted impatiently, tapping his fingers against the table.

Fifteen minutes later, he was ready to explode, when Tiffany walked out of the kitchen apprehensively, slowly making her way over to him with obvious fear in her eyes.

Seeing the woman and not his girlfriend, he sat up straight in an instant. Even before she was halfway across the room, he'd stood up and approached her himself.

"Where is she?" He asked without beating around the bush and she shivered at his harsh tone.

"We-We're not sure. She went out for her lunch break a while ago and she should've been back by now, but we can't find her."

Lee could've sworn his whole world stood still at that moment.

"What do you mean you can't find her?" His voice grew louder and attracted the attention of everyone in the Diner. "This place isn't very big, there aren't too many places she could've gone for her lunch break."

Tiffany took a step back at his obvious anger and gulped, before forcing herself to tell him: "Since she started here, she's always spent her lunch breaks at the same time in the same place. But she's not there today."

Lee's heart started wildly beating at that sentence and he willed himself to remain calm.

All red flags stood up to attention in his mind and the worst scenarios went through his head, but he forced them all away and concentrated.

"I'm sorry Sheriff, but she's not here. Maybe she went home to get something and just isn't back yet?" Tiffany quietly suggested and while Lee knew this was just her hoping to get him out of the Diner, he couldn't care less.

"Call the station, if she turns up. Immediately. Understood?" He asked her harshly and she nodded, as he turned around and looked to the people in the Diner that now pretended that they hadn't been listening to anything. "The same goes for all of you. You see her, you call the station immediately!"

After a chorus of "Yes, Sheriff"'s, Lee walked outside, his mind racing.

Where could you possibly be?

Hopping in his cruiser, he drove to your home and knocked on the door, impatiently waiting. After a whole minute or so, the door finally opened to show an elderly lady with a walking stick, clutching her side.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you possibly know where your granddaughter is?" He tried to be as polite as possible, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you and wanting to get on her good side.

"Y/N? She's at work, she's a waitress at the Diner a few streets from here." She told him, observing his distressed demeanor. "Why? What's going on, Sheriff?"

"Nothing, for now, ma'am. Thank you for telling me. I'll let you be then." He told her, walking away quickly, increasingly growing more worried.

You weren't at work. You weren't home. Where could you possibly be?

Inside his car, he checked his radio and phoned the station to ask if anyone had reported seeing you yet. But nothing.

Slowly driving along the roads, Lee went to every and any place he could think of where you ever went. No matter how unlikely it was that you'd be there, he didn't leave any stone untouched.

Time went by way too fast and suddenly it was night. After another visit to your home and confirming with your grandmother you still weren't there, she agreed to file a missing person's case as soon as possible.

Lee drove himself home that evening with the worst feeling ever. Parked in front of his house, he couldn't bring himself to go inside, images of your corpse somewhere flickering across his mind.

Unable to stop himself, Lee grabbed the steering wheel and let a few tears flow.

He wasn't fully crying, for some reason his body didn't allow him to. Instead, small waves of sadness rolled over him and shuddering breaths fled his mouth.

He couldn't help but think of everything that you'd two accomplished together so far and everything he still had planned.

Your smile flashed in front of his eyes, a full-on laugh bubbling out of your throat filled his ears.

Your soft touch traveled across his body, your fingers on his hands, gripping them and telling him you love him for the first time. Your head on his tummy, assuring him you enjoyed it and that it was a lovely part of him. Your heels digging into his back as he fucked you.

Lee now thought of everything he'd planned for the two of you.

A wedding, attended by a couple of colleagues, Sandy, and your grandmother. It wouldn't be huge, but it would be full of love. He'd already started looking for rings.

Moving in together, his house had more than enough space, and he was willing to allow your grandmother to live with the two of you.

One day, he wanted to fill you with babies and become a Daddy. Little munchkins resembling you and him would be running around your house and garden, screaming in joy.

There was still so much the two of you hadn't done, but Lee feared it may never come to that point.

Maybe he was overreacting, maybe you had a plausible reason and were somewhere else, completely alright and unharmed. Or maybe.. you were dead inside some pedo's basement right now or possibly screaming for help.

As thoughts threatened to overcome Lee once again, his radio gave a signal.

"10-39, Bodecker?"

Never before in his life had Lee reached for the radio so fast.

"10-8, Bodecker here. What's going on?"

His heart pumped wildly, as he waited for an answer. When he received the next transmission, he gritted his teeth.

"We've found a woman, fitting the description of the one you're searching for. Badly injured, can't for certain say if it's her, she's unconscious, but we're pretty sure. 10-43, we need an ambulance immediately."

Starting his car, Lee said: "10-20, I need your Location. 10-45, how is she?"

As soon as the officer gave him his address, Lee drove as fast as he could, not caring that he was speeding.

"We found her at the side of the road in a ditch. Several wounds all over her body, possible head trauma, bleeding from various places. Not sure if she'll make it, we don't know for how long she's been in this cold. .. There's also a message on a small note from her attacker."

At that, he sits up straighter, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What's it say?" - ".. You should see for yourself."

His stomach dropped.

On one hand, Lee hoped the person they found wasn't his Y/N. He didn't want her to be in that condition. On the other hand, he just wanted to finally know where she was at all. And badly injured was better than dead.

"Almost there."

As soon as Lee was able to make out the headlights from the other police car, he parked beside it and jumped out, rushing over and inside the ditch where he could see an officer with the body of a woman in his arms. Stopping next to them, he kneeled and inhaled sharply at once.

"It's her, give her to me." - "I'm not sure, I should-"

Before the other officer had a chance to finish his sentence, Lee had forcibly shoved him to the side and taken your body from his hands.

"Fuck, no.." He mumbled, eyes raking over your body impossibly fast and with tears.

The officer had meant it when he'd said badly injured.

You looked barely recognizable, but he would be able to tell it's you even if it had been far worse. Your face was deeply bruised, with several cuts across your cheeks and forehead. Your lips and eyes were swollen, your nose cracked unnaturally to the side. Your hair was greasy and covered in mud and blood, several strands missing like they'd been ripped out. You were still wearing your work uniform, though it had been slashed through and apart, exposing some bad injuries across the rest of your body. Your neck had scrapes that looked like fingers, showing that you'd been choked at some point. There was also a small cut across your throat, but thankfully not too deep. Starting at your breasts, Lee was able to see more and more bruises that resembled fingers. Not a single inch of your skin, from what Lee could see, was not injured or covered in blood.

He forced himself not to cry, having to look strong in front of the other officers, but he just wanted to sob and scream right now.

Cradling your head in his one hand, Lee took your hand in his other and shivered at how cold you were. When he checked for your pulse, he was relieved to feel it, though very faintly and incredibly slow.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna be okay. I promise, you just gotta hold on for me." He whispered quietly, only looking up when an ambulance reached the scene.

Begrudgingly, he gave you in the care of the first responders, knowing they were gonna be able to help you more than him right now.

Staring at the blood in his hands for a second, Lee wiped them on his pants and then snapped his head to the officer who'd phoned him.

"You said there's a message. Give it to me." He demanded and the officer reluctantly pulled a small paper out of his pocket, handing it to him without looking at him.

When Lee unfolded the paper and read the words written, his breath halted.

Some people were born just so they could be buried. Right, Sheriff?

[chiimaera]

IT HAPPENED SO QUICKLY,  she shouldve saw it coming. it was naive of her to think that she would be spared the cruelty of a world that was not her own. her brothers sins had come knocking and she had foolishly stood in the way. she didnt have the money to pay his debts this time, her bookshop didnt have the the means to act as collateral for what he owed to the sharks he had conned with promises of profit he never had. men had come to her shop as she was closing, demanding payment or the location of her brother so that they could get what they were owed. for all her foolishness, sigyn wasnt stupid. she knew what they would do to him.  so the woman refused. her loyalty unable to bend even in the face of danger. it wasnt in her to simply allow someone she loved to be harmed because it was easier. she couldnt turn her back on him, not now, not in ever. perhaps if she had waited a little longer, perhaps if she had convinced them to come to her home under some pretence in hopes that it would take long enough for her god to return to her as he promised. yet her anger got the better of her, that unwavering stubbornness that held her chin high and refused to allow them to see weakness in her.  she felt the blade slide through her, a sudden sharp pain cutting through her bravado as she stared into the unfeeling eyes of her attacker. he had said it was a waste to rid the world of a pretty face before he let her body drop to the hard floor. she didnt know what they took on the way out, too busy pressing her hand against the bleeding wound. she could taste copper on her tongue, taking in shaky breaths. she couldnt die. not like this. not now.  “ loki, ” his name left her lips like a prayer, gritting her teeth as she used what adrenaline she had to push herself to her feet. she tried to move toward the door—get help, dont die, put pressure, dont die, keeping going, dont die ! she kept her eyes on the door, taking each agonising step toward it as crimson bloomed through the bodice of her dress. keep going. keep going. she didnt make it to door before her legs gave out, hitting the ground with an hard thump that made her cry out on impact. it wasnt meant to be like this. she was supposed to live out her days with him, grow old and let him go peacefully. she wasnt ready to die, she wasnt ready to let go. she pressed her hand harder against the bleeding wound with a hiss.  as hard as she tried, she began to fade in and out of consciousness the more blood pooled, flowing into the creases of her floor boards underneath her. when she opened her eyes again, her body was being pulled off the floor into someones arms, a hand pressed over her bloodied one. she focused on the familiar gaze of @manifoldmischief​, filled with shock and despair. he was saying something but she couldnt hear it, lost in the hazy nothingness that threatened to take her. it didnt hurt anymore. her limbs felt cold though, her body heavy like lead.  she supposed this is what it meant to be human, what he had feared when loving something so fragile. it wasnt supposed to end like this. she wanted more time yet every passing moment slowed as her heart began to beat dangerously slow.  “ kiss me please, ” she whispered.  he obliged, his warm lips pressing against hers one last time. she prayed to whatever gods were listening, to the allfather himself, though she did not ask for life or a second chance. she prayed that he would find love again. that he wouldnt let this harden his heart. loki deserved to be loved, he deserved so much more than she could give him. but she would love him still, even in death for was that not the true meaning of fidelity? to accept death if it meant the happiness of those who you love.  “ i love you, ” she sighed so softly it was almost lost to the wind.   she did not take another breath.    

kisses with their last dying breath

[ectoentity]

Continuous

Danny Phantom ficlet, Daemon AU (check this for which daemon is attached to whom.) This ficlet is entirely from the POV of Danny’s Daemon Stella.

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“Where do you go?” Constans asked one day, while their humans were caught up in a discussion. He tried to act disinterested, looking aside and languidly grooming himself, but the set of his ears betrayed his curiosity.

“Con! You can’t just ask that!” Ismene whispered. She held her tiny paws up to her mouth as if it would keep anyone from hearing them. It was adorable, and completely unnecessary.

Stella couldn’t roll her eyes – one of the few things she hated about being an owl – so instead she preened a wing feather diligently before speaking. It was a distraction and it annoyed Con, so it was a win-win. “I go inside his head,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Con made a weird face, like he was smelling something strange. Cats were so expressive. They tried to act aloof, but they couldn’t help emoting. “You mean you share a body?”

Stella kept preening. It wasn’t an attempt to cover her nerves, really. She was just teasing Con. “He’s still mostly in control of it,” she admitted. “I can only really do things when it’s an emergency.”

Cons shuddered and went back to grooming himself thoroughly. Isme shook her head and lowered her paws.

“What constitutes an emergency?” Isme asked.

Stella fixed the sugar glider with an intense stare. She was an owl. It was the only kind she could give. “Anything where I can move us away and fight back.”

Unfortunately, Con backed up Isme. “Are you sure it’s you performing those actions?” he asked.

Her feathers were fluffing up of their own accord. That was very annoying and definitely didn’t mean anything about their mental state. Stella checked in on Danny. He was glancing over at her, but didn’t seem to be upset about anything. She shook her head. Nothing was wrong.

“I want to move, and we move,” she said. “I usually don’t try to do anything like that unless we’re in a fight. It’s his body.”

“If you’re there, too, why couldn’t it be your body?” Con asked. He was looking directly at Stella, tracking her eyes. It was far too direct to be an innocent question. Stella wished she could huff. Con-and-Sam always asked questions like that – questions that poked at norms that were soul-deep as much as they were customary. They had a point, sometimes. Customary norms could be bypassed, when you were a ghost.

“Do you want to be there when your human is a ghost?” she asked instead, trying to bypass Constans’s question. “A voice in her mind, with no form to stabilize you?”

For a brief moment, Con’s tail puffed up like a cattail. Sam reached over to pet and soothe him, but the damage was done.

“I’m just curious,” he said, voice faltering.

“We know what curiosity does to cats,” Isme teased. Then she yawned. “It’s way too bright. Stella, I don’t know how you do it.” Then she scurried back into Tucker’s sleeve to sleep the rest of the day away.

Stella fluffed up her feathers again and then shook herself. It was as close to a frustrated shrug as she could get. She didn’t like being awake during the day, but she dealt with it. Same way she dealt with their parents being obsessed with ghosts, and the late nights of ghost hunting, and Jazz-and-Jasper being overbearing, and--

And maybe she should pay attention to her physical surroundings sometimes. Halfway through her thought, she froze. Not physically. Nothing could freeze a daemon physically; they were made out of consciousness, after all. But the arrival of a ghost could certainly freeze her to her core.

“I’ve got to go,” both Stella and her human said. She flitted to his shoulder. He ran out of the store. Ember was down the street. 

That’s when they changed. Stella went from being her own person to being one with Danny, seeing from his eyes and feeling what he felt. It was frustrating and it was perfect. They moved in sync; they both wanted the same thing.

Please let me punch her, Stella begged as soon as they were one.

Get in line, Danny returned. But he was only joking; she could tell.

They flew into her orbit. Ember teased them. They traded a few lines with her. Before they were even done, Stella noticed a few weird notes in Ember’s song. Bet this is gonna be the part where she attacks us?

Would I ever doubt you? Danny teased.

The notes got even weirder. Stella wanted to shake off her feathers, but she didn’t have them. All she had was Danny, and his hair was standing on edge.

The song’s bridge, Stella realized. She would have gasped if she had had lungs. We have to stop this NOW.

They aimed-

And dove.

[cottage-babe]

Bolin x pro-bender!Reader

Masterlist

here... take this bolin headcannon... just take it

i feel like there’s not nearly enough bolin stuff and since i’m almost finished w LOK, i guess ill aid this deficiency :)

also, i just started Book 3, so if theres some things that aren’t right or something, ignore it 

___

Bolin HC (during Book 1/Book 2)

so you guys met at (you guessed it) a pro-bending match

you were an Earthbender for the Ba Sing Se Badgermoles, a widely known team because you guys represented such a big city and you guys were actually kinda good

the Badgermoles were constantly interviewed, put on the covers of magazines, and bombarded by fans. The people loved you and your team

and so the day came where the Badgermoles were put up against the Fire Ferrets

you had heard about this team a lot; how they lost a member of the team, then the Avatar, actual master of the elements, filled in that empty space

it honestly took you so long to process

anyways, your team didn’t get the chance to meet the Fire Ferrets before the match; you just threw on all of your gear and made your way to the play area

you saw the Ferrets and instantly saw Avatar Korra, the only girl on the team

honestly, you couldnt see her well, but she was so pretty

anyways

the battle started and the Badgermoles got the advantage pretty quick

you took out their firebender and was working on the earthbender while the rest of team handled the Avatar

the earthbender put up a huge fight, it was so impressive

he even knocked you back a zone, but you recovered and, with a streak of luck, knocked him straight out of the field

you guys won that round

the next round didn’t go so well

the fire ferrets managed to knock all three of you guys off the platform, resulting in a win and a knock out

this meant that the entire match went to the Fire Ferrets

the other members on your team were annoyed and angry, but you weren’t phased too much

after all, Ba Sing Se treated you all extremely nicely, whether you win or not

so after the game, your team found themselves walking through the Fire Ferret’s locker room so you could leave

after your team mates walked past, you stayed behind and talked to one of the Ferrets, the Earthbender

“Hey, you were really good out there.”

you took off your helmet, just like in the movies, and he swore time slowed

he just stood there, completely frozen with his mouth agape

you raised an eyebrow at his antics and it wasn’t until Avatar Korra slapped him on the back that he came back to

“You- good- were good, uh im- im Bolin.”

you just laughed at Bolin and smiled 

“My names Y/n”

you walked up close to him, noses inches apart

“And next time, we won’t lose.”

he just gulped and nodded him head

you turned and walked out, laughing quietly to yourself

the interaction boosted your mood up exponentially

anyways timeskip to when their looking for the airbenders

you were just chilling in Ba Sing Se in the upper ring

you and your team were given super nice houses since you were the city’s pride and joys

then suddenly, you see Bolin and his brother walking around calling for someone

“Bolin? is that you?”

that boy turned around so fast

he blushed so brightly when he saw you and kinda looked at his brother for help

“well, well, what are the Fire Ferrets doing in my city? you know.. i’ve been dying for a rematch!”

you were only joking of course

you knew that their team had broken up after the year you met Bolin

not that you were keeping tabs on their team

of course

“yeah not right now, we’re looking for someone” his brother said

“oh? need some help?”

it took some time to convince Mako, the brother, but eventually you annoyed him enough to let you join

you were all walking through the upper ring looking for some kid named Kai, but you weren’t really paying attention

you maybe, kinda, might only be there so you could hang out with Bolin

from what you had heard (once again, you definitely weren’t searching for info), Bolin was an outgoing, loud guy

now he was quieter than a mouse

“So, i heard you were making movers now. What, getting tired of being a Pro-Bender?”

“Huh? No. I still play! I’m just doing this until the season starts...”

you were visibly happier after hearing that

you had thought that acting was going to be his permanent thing from now on

but still one thing plagued your mind

“And whats that princess girlfriend of yours gonna think about it? Ginger, I think her name was.”

Spirits you had done wayyyy too much research on this man

to be fair, you didn’t think you’d see him ever again

he blushed and stuttered out something about how they weren’t really dating, how it was a publicity stunt, blah blah

you weren’t really paying attention because after hearing his availability, you decided that today was the day you were gonna make a move on him

if it fails, then you don’t really have much to worry about; he lives in an entirely different city and you would only have to see him once a year

but if it succeeds; ohohohoh you’d finally get to live out your crush

the pros really outweighed the cons right now

so you guys searched for Kai for a while more

you decided that you were going to make some subtle hints toward Bolin

you let your hand brush against his a couple times, but never really looked up to see his reaction

then, you guys found Kai

he was stealing some old guy’s money by... airbending? why does this day just keep getting weirder?

so you guys chase him down an the streets and eventually follow him onto a train

unfortunately, he tricks you and sends you guys all the way to the lower ring 

you used to live here when you were younger, before you became a Pro-Bender, and it wasn’t a nice place

only now, it seemed to have gotten worse

all of you tried to find a way to get on a train back to the upper ring, but none of you had your passports or any money

if only you hadn’t left your house in such a hurry

you even tried to pull the “im a Pro-Bender!” card, but it didnt work

so you guys stayed on the streets for the day

Bolin was really trying to lighten the situation up, but it wasn’t really working 

“C’mon guys! Korra will realize that we’re gone and then come rescue us! I know it!”

she did not come

eventually, they had to find a place to sleep and no where was letting the stay for free

so they found a place in an alley and slept on the floor

yup, the dirty floor

you were not used to this

you almost wanted to stay up for the whole night to avoid sleeping on the ground, but Bolin assured her that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed

it was

“mmm here! you can use my jacket.”

he took off his jacket and laied it out on the floor neatly before gesturing for you to lay there

you hesitated for a second before sitting, not really putting up much of a fight because of how tired you were

Mako was already asleep somewhere across the alley and Bolin began gathering up some papers to use as blanket

then he found a spot somewhere away from you and started to settle down

“hey Bolin? do you maybe wanna share the jacket?”

he looked up so quickly and even the soft light from the lamp post caught his blush

“uhh sure”

and so he came over and laid halfway on the jacket so that you could take up most of it

he even offered you some of his picked up trash to use as a blanket, but you grimaced at the grossness and shook your head

you turned away from him, not wanting to be too overwhelmed by his proximity, so you didn’t notice that Bolin was staring at you

before you could completely fall asleep, a cool breeze burst threw the alley way and you began to shiver

maybe you should’ve accepted his paper

“hey Y/n you awake?”

since you were currently bouncing between consciousness, you decided not to answer

you feel him scoot closer

“okay please dont be mad at me when you wake up”

then you felt his arm cover your cold skin and warm you instantly

Spirits, he should be a firebender with how warm he was

you scooted back to meet his chest and let him envelope you

you fell asleep so quick

both of you woke up to Mako above you speaking loudly

“hey lovebirds, wake up”

since you already know of the position you were in, you didn’t really jump back with the surprise that Bolin had

“S-Sorry Y/n! You just looked so cold last night that I-” 

“its fine Bolin” you smiled at him “and thank you”

spirits he was so cute

and so you guys went on with the day, thinking about stealing food, then meeting their long lost family

it was such a nice reunion

they talked a bit about their family history, but since you felt out of place, you settled for playing with the babies on the floor

you bended little toys out of rocks and watched as some tried the same

it was so cute

meanwhile, Bolin was having a little dilemma

he and Mako had just finished having a heartfelt conversation with his Grandma and now he walks out here to see you playing with little babies and laughing with them

you were just so cute

“you know she likes you too right?”

“huh?! what- staring? im not staring.”

Mako just sighed because wow his baby brother is so dumb

“just talk to her before we leave Ba Sing Se”

and so they got their passports and left to the Upper Ring

you were so excited to go back home and sleep in a real bed

but you had one more thing to do before all of that

“So uh Bolin”

“So uh Y/n”

you guys spoke at the same time

“Oh! you can go first”

once again at the same time

“listen Y/n, I think you’re really pretty and super strong, like you could beat me up if you wanted to and i think thats really cool.” *cue your confused stare* “um anyways what I meant to say was, I think I’m about to fight the queen of Ba Sing Se and if I make it out alive, do you think we could hang out? like just us two?”

you decided to ignore some parts of what he said because umm you can only handle so many things at once

you settled for kissing his cheek and confessing too

you went back home so excited

even tho your crush was about to commit treason <3

aww the two of you are so cute I can’t

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Salt Marathon - Secret of the Sun Drop (Part 1)

Were now at the season finale folks and it’s the beginning of the end. This is the series’ highpoint, it’s all downhill afterwards. However, while this episode is good, it’s still got flaws so let's get to it. 

Summary: On Rapunzel's nineteenth birthday, Frederic tightens his grip on the Rapunzel and the kingdom, while Varian makes his move to attack. 

More Indication of the Timeline 

Remember, Varian said that it would be matter of months until the rocks reached the island in QfaD and today is the day that they reach it. Now Raps is saying that Frederic has been lying to her for months. At least since TWoRR, which makes more sense if you remember that that particular episode was meant to slot between QfaD and this episode. 

The show has a bad habit of making the passage of time an important plot point but failing to showcase how much time has past. Showing episodes out of order didn’t help, but even more than that the audience shouldn’t have to rely on one line exposition to gain knowledge of what’s going on. The show fails to use actual visual indicators of what’s going on. There’s little visual change in seasons, next to no change in character models, and all we have are made up holidays to go by.   

Also yes, Rapunzel has left a fourteen year old alone for three months. This isn’t something that can be excused. Seriously, stop trying to do so people. It just makes you look bad when you do.  

Wow, Way to Victim Blame, Raps. 

“Unstable”? We’re seriously going to use ableist terms to describe a grieving young teenager who’s been persecuted and neglected for months on in?

And Rapunzel knows he’s been persecuted and abandoned for months at this point. She’s read the note. She’s been attacked by same the guards that attacked him. She’s heard the rumors. She seen his father’s corpse. She has just admitted in this very spiel that Frederic has been lying. She knows how people are unfairly treated by Corona’s legal system and that ‘treason’ is a death sentence to anyone but herself.  

Yet, all she can do here is whine about how all of this only affects her. This entire speech is just me, me, me, and I, I, I. Don’t tell me she’s a kind and compassionate person when her hypocrisy is made into a fundamental plot point for the season’s main conflict. 

But let's get to the real reason for this little recap. It’s to create bias in the viewer. 

The viewer is aware that Varian might be up to something, but Rapunzel logically, should not be. Varian technically hasn’t done anything wrong yet. The worst he’s done is feed people truth serum, which is no different than Xavier drugging folks with the mood potion. Given how Raps didn’t care about Xavier doing that she shouldn’t care about Varian doing it either, especially since it didn’t physically harm anyone. Also Varian very much is in the right to take the flower and she knows the only thing he’s going to use it for is to free his father and possibly stop the rocks. He’s been very upfront about that. 

Also don’t you dare bring up the stupid reprise! Intent isn’t action. You can't condemn people for having negative thoughts. You can only condemn people for acting upon their negative impulses, which, once again, has not happened yet. 

Furthermore, Rapunzel isn’t privy to Varian’s innermost thoughts and hasn’t been present for those instances where he did voice negative intent. Ergo, him singing a misplaced reprise does not excuse her behaviour. 

The characters in the show treat Varian as a villain before he ever actually becomes a villian, and that’s only because the creator wants you to side with his self-insert instead of actually addressing the moral conundrums that he’s written into the show. 

Does Anyone Else Besides Me Find the Glorification of Classism In the Show Disturbing? 

So supposedly all of these gifts have been given to Rapunzel by the regular citizenry of Corona. There might be a few from a couple of lower nobles or royals from outside of Corona, but for the most part it’s implied that all of theses presents are from poor people. 

Rapunzel is a princess. She’s literally the richest person in the whole kingdom and holds people’s lives in her hands. Giving a thoughtful gift because you like her is one thing, paying tribute to her very existence just because she technically owns you is another. 

Keep in mind people have been brainwashed for nearly two decades to worship Rapunzel. They’ve made a holiday out of her birthday. Later on we see the townspeople defend the King even when it’s been proven that he’s done them wrong. They follow Rapunzel blindly through out season three. ect. 

The people of Corona are dangerously loyal to feudalism, royalty, and authoritarian rule long past sanity, and given the other authoritarian messages in the show, it takes what is meant to be a sweet scene of a girl who grew up with nothing suddenly gaining acceptance and turns it into a creepy endorsement of the class system. 

More Evidence that Frederic is the Worst 

This scene makes it clear that Frederic is the one who is threatening Cassandra here, not her dad. It was never Cap who held the convent thing over her head. Now you can hold Cap accountable for choosing loyalty to the crown and his job over his daughter’s well being, but that is one of the few things that is actually addressed in the show, in this very episode in fact, so why would you? 

Also, why only now? Frederic has known about Cassandra’s involvement since TWoRR when he first read Rapunzel’s diary. It’s strange he’d go out of his way to silence Varian for months on in but waits until the last episode to persecute Rapunzel’s bestie. You could argue that maybe he didn’t wanna risk tipping off Rapunzel but then why didn’t this happen during TAR instead?  

Once again the writer is playing favorites in order to create bias. It’d be suddenly a lot harder to excuse Frederic if he was hunting down Cass along side Varian as she’s a main character and you couldn’t keep that as a ‘read between the lines’ scenario. Which, incidentally, is why we never get a Varian focused episode to show his time on the run. You couldn’t get away with having the main character siding with your dictator self-insert if you actually visually showed him persecuting a helpless child. 

Don’t Expect This to Go Anywhere

Rapunzel is rightly angry about this clear abuse, but then never brings it up ever again. It’s completely forgotten about after this point. Frederic is never held accountable for his actions. 

This is the Point Where Varian Actually Becomes a Villian

Not the flower, not the truth serum, not the damn reprise, but here. This is the point where his actions cross the line. Violence, particularly violence against people who aren’t currently hurting you, is wrong. Varian is a villain, he does do bad things, and I’m not going to ignore that. 

However, knowing where, when, how, and why he becomes a villain is extremely important in not only understanding the story but in also navigating the moral minefield that is this show. 

Because Varian is still the victim even as he slides into the role the antagonist. There’s been no change in the power dynamics. His life is still under threat from the king. Every action he takes is a step to either free his father and/or defend himself from a corrupt government that would see him hanged just for daring to defy it’s dictator.   

People defend Varian to this day, not because he has a tragic backstory, but because he’s been forced into a dangerous situation with little way out. There’s nothing else he could have done that wouldn’t have lead to his eventual untimely death. Because indirect violence is still violence. Frederic is no less evil just because Varian fights against the king’s indirect violence with direct violence.  

Varian’s Life was Forfeit the Moment He was Turned Away During the Storm and This is the Show Confirming That

This is a grown man, with all the power in the world, threatening a child. A child who he has cannonly persecuted for three months before this incident. A child that was neglected by Rapunzel despite him being her responsibility. 

Any excuse you give to defend either Frederic or Rapunzel is already made invalid by the simple fact that they are both adults and Varian is not. They are both in charge here, not the fourteen year old. 

We do not hold people under legal voting age to the same standards as adults for two simple reasons. One, they are powerless in making the laws that they are accused of breaking, and two, they haven’t reached the point of development where they can take care of themselves and be expected to make rational decisions within a functioning society. Now we could have an argument all day long about the pros and cons of when the rights and responsibilities of adulthood should be granted to people (16?18?21?), but at fourteen/fifteen, Varian isn’t there yet regardless. 

You can not in any good moral consciousness hold people lacking rights to the same responsibilities as those with rights. 

That isn’t to say that kids can’t do bad things. They obviously can and have before. But when enacting judgement and the punishment that goes along with that, you have to keep their lack of rights in mind and make the sentence proportional to both their age, circumstances, and their crime. This is why courts that try teens as adults are absolutely vile. I do not care what crime they commited, you don’t do that. 

I’m not criticizing Rapunzel and Frederic here because I personally dislike them or something. I’m criticizing them because I’m opposed to the messages that they become mouthpieces for. When you defend these two characters you defend their stance to persecute and abuse a child. Ergo, you spout the same authoritarian beliefs that are currently tearing my country apart and I will hold you accountable for it. 

Like them all you want, but liking a character does not mean blindly going along with their bullshit. 

This Still Abuse

In fact it’s the same abuse that Gothel did to her. It was wrong then and it’s wrong now and there’s no excuse for that. 

What a lot of people don’t seem to understand is that you can be both a victim and a bully at the same time. What differentiates Rapunzel, Frederic, and Varian from one other is their level of respective power in the situation and how their trauma actually impacts the rationale behind their actions. 

Frederic is the most accountable in this whole conflict because he’s the one with the most power and because his personal trauma isn’t grounds for what he does. They’re a reason that’s been given, but past trauma isn’t an excuse to hurt others who had nothing to do with that trauma. He is, ultimately the instigator of all of the conflicts in season one. 

Rapunzel is not as accountable, but she’s not entirely blameless either. As both an adult and a princess, Rapunzel held the power to save Varian and stop things from getting this far and she choose not to do so. Rapunzel’s trauma is a reason for why she fails in her responsibility but it’s still not an excuse as Varian has nothing to do with her personal insecurities. He’s not responsible for getting her to fix her shit and had he done nothing she would have continued on ignoring both his and her own problems. Frederic’s abuse would have still been there with or without the black rocks or Varian’s involvement. She’s not deserving of how her father treats her, but neither is Varian deserving of how she treats him.

Varian is the least accountable. Sure there are somethings that he does wrong, but as a child he holds no power in the situation. His only means of fighting back is his own intelligence, but being the smartest person in the room isn’t necessarily a power imbalance. Also his trauma is currently ongoing and his actions are directly tied into making his abusers stop. Because yeah, both Frederic and Rapunzel are abusive to Varian. Neglect is a form of abuse.

Eugene is the Only Person in this Situation with the Right Response, Shame It Won’t Amount to Anything

After all this, Eugene has no reason to ever trust Frederic again.  Neither does Rapunzel, nor the rest of kingdom. He should have been shunned from here on after. This isn’t promoting ‘cancel culture’ or whatever, this is acknowledging that ‘forgiveness’ isn’t and shouldn’t be a shield from the personal consequences for your actions. 

But Frederic is the Creator’s Self-Insert and Therein Lies the Problem

I keep calling Frederic the creator’s self-insert not because I’m making assumptions or accusations but because this is something that Chris has admitted to publicly on numerous occasions. If you want a reference than just check out his interview during D23. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ECeflBTS58

There’s also more confirmation on his twitter and in other interviews. Though I’d personally recommend that younger fans stay away from him and his twitter, given his past behavior. (more on this later)

Chris has also publicly made excuses whenever criticism of Frederic has reached him. The same excuses that he then puts into the show itself. That’s why he and the show is so desperate for Varian to be the hated villain instead and goes out of its way to create a bias in how characters and conflicts are presented. 

Look, having a self-insert or a character you relate to isn’t in of itself a bad thing. Nor does having such a character mean that you personally avocate all that they do. I mean Varian is my favorite character in the show, partly because I’m a political activist, but that doesn’t mean that I approve of attacking government officials in their homes or something. Yet, if you want to make your self-insert likable to the audience then why on earth would make them an abusive dictator and then never hold them accountable to that? 

I cannot say what goes through Chris’s mind nor what his actual beliefs are, but the very fact that show won’t acknowledge corruption for what it is and constantly excuses abusers is worrisome enough on its own. It either means that Chris is woefully incompetent, actually encourages authoritarian thought, or some combination of both. Add in his bullying of younger fans, to the point where his was kicked off the Tangled discord, and what is left is not a flattering picture of the man. 

The Show Completely Assassinates Arianna’s Character Here

You’re telling me that the Queen has no power? You’re telling me that the only mother in the show is going to stand aside and do nothing while her only daughter, who has been missing for 18 years, is abused? You’re telling me that Arianna only exists in the story to excuse her husband’s actions? You’re telling me that this ‘strong, independent, badass’ woman you co-opted from the movie is only here to be subservient to a man and you’re going to act like this is a good and noble thing, that it’s ‘true love’? You’re telling me that if she’s not only willing to do this, right now, then she apparently has done it before in his 18 long years reign of terror and oppression? 

Fuck whoever wrote this! This is an insulting to women everywhere and a slap in the face to people who were actually victims of abuse.  

This is Enabling Abuse, Don’t Do This! 

BULLSHIT!!!

This is the line abusers feed their victims all the damn time!!!

The movie smartly made the decision to keep Gothel’s personal feelings towards Rapunzel ambiguous. That’s why she is one of the best villains in Disney history. If we only look at the movie than she may have ‘loved’ Rapunzel too. Who knows? It doesn’t matter. 

Abuse Is Abuse Regardless of the Abuser’s Reasons or Personal Feelings Towards Their Victim

Many abusers think that they love their victims. It’s a lie that they sell to both themselves and their victims. But it’s a twisted, toxic, and possessive ‘love’ that doesn’t actually care for and respect it’s recipient. Ergo, not love at all. 

There’s not enough words to express my disgust with this exchange. There are children watching this. It’s directed right at them and sadly, yes, there are undoubtedly some watching who are trapped in abusive homes. The show just reinforced the beliefs of those abusers and helped to keep those children trapped in that situation by confirming what they’ve already been taught. 

This is beyond irresponsible, and someone higher up should have stepped in before this. It’s clear that this show lacked any sort of real oversight. You have a million dollar series being showrunned by two newbie producers with zero writing credit and no one thought  that there should maybe be a senior executive and editor involved?

That’s Not Enough

Admitting that something is wrong, right after excusing it, isn’t enough. You need to show the characters taking action and changing their ways. If Arianna truly believes that this ‘isn’t right’ then why does she not do anything about it after this conversation? 

So What Did the King Do to Monty?

He runs off the tell the king the very thing that said king has gone to great lengths to hide and has yet to admit his involvement in. Also Monty doesn’t re-appear until after Varian blows Frederic’s cover. So what happened in between now and then? Did Frederic persecute Monty as well, lie to him, or did Monty not ever reach the King before the scandal was revealed, because any one of those answers would conflict with Monty’s actions later in the story. 

Watch as Cass Forgets Her Motivation 

We’re at the end of the first season and the audience is only just now getting this important insight into the deuteragonist, a reveal that’ll only be walked back on in later seasons. 

If Cassandra’s whole motivation and reasoning is just to earn her father’s approval, which she does gain by the way, then how come she gives a crap about what other people besides him thinks? If being a guard is her true goal then why is she after praise from strangers constantly? You don't get praise from being a guard. It’s a thankless job and she should know that from see what her dad has to do all the time to stay in Frederic’s good graces. Also why not make her dad more central to her arc and resolution, then? 

What I’m getting at is that Cassandra isn’t consistent. What she wants changes conveniently to suit the story’s needs rather than being based in any actual logical progression of events. Often flip flopping from one supposed ill-defined goal to another and back again; till in the end she winds up with no goal at all.

Set Yourself Free is the Only Point Where Rapunzel’s Arc Works

This is the only lesson that Rapunzel actually learns. How to be assertive. This is set up, is build up to throughout the season, and then culminates into this climax/reveal. For once there’s an actual resolution here to a previously established problem. A resolution that isn’t then walked back on. Rapunzel remains assertive throughout the narrative and grows no further past this point. There’s nothing else learned, even as she takes this lesson and runs it into the ground by overstepping her bounds and going into full on bully mode in later seasons. 

Undermining Tension 

I talked about this in What the Hair, but Cassandra conveniently ignoring orders without consequence, or even any real effort on her part, showcases that the convent was never really all that much of a threat as it was built up to be. It goes from being a ‘threat to her safety’, a basic need, to a ‘threat to her sense of belonging’, a psychological need. One is less of an immediate threat to her physical being and ergo holds less tension. 

Even Hookfoot Admits He’s Useless to the Story

Look, pointing out the flaws in your story doesn’t make them any less of a flaw. I like Hoofoot, but he adds literally nothing to the series. There’s was no need to include him if you weren’t actually going to tie him to the plot. Just like Monty, Friedborg, Willow, and Axel; Hoofoot is a character who could have been exercised from the show and it wouldn’t have changed much of anything other than to give more screen time to the actual plot and main characters. 

And for those who want to come at me for saying they should get rid of the tokenistic disabled rep, just remember there was no reason why Lance couldn’t have served both functions in the story. He could have been both disabled and black, while carrying all of Hookfoot’s episodes and being part of the ongoing plot. Much in the same way that Xavier and Monty should have been streamlined; combining both Lance and Hookfoot into one person would have left us with a more rounded character and a more focused show overall. 

Varian Isn’t Lying Here

Look, just cause he’s the villain doesn’t mean he’s exaggerating the truth. Someone on tv tropes tried to claim that Varian was being unreasonable in accusing Frederic of ‘villfing’ him, but uh, no, that’s exactly what the king did. We got the on screen evidence for it back in Quest for Varain. It’s also true that he’s been keeping the rocks secret, lying to the populous, and has thereby endangered many of his citizens.   

Cap is the Only Parent on this Show to Get Called Out, Recognize his Failings, and Actively Change His Ways....and the Show Still Messes this up by Having Cass Apologize to Him?

Cap is the best parent in the show, hands down, but that’s a very low bar to clear. What makes him the best parent is that he admits his faults and goes to great lengths to fix them. He never goes back or reverts to old ways and doesn’t offer excuses for his behavior. 

But the show seems to think that you should forgive dad’s just because they’re dad’s, not because they’ve actually done anything to earn that forgiveness. That’s why Cass interrupting Cap’s apology to apologize herself doesn’t work here. She, and no other other child on this show, owes him (or any parent) such an apology and Chris can go stick a rusty nail up his butt for ever suggesting otherwise.  

Oh, Look, Cassandra Getting What She Wants, Again

What is this? The fifth or sixth time now that Cass has been rewarded by the narrative? Gee, it’s almost like she doesn't really have anything to complain about in seasons two and three. 

Varian isn’t Harming ‘Innocents’ Here

Remember when I said that Varian is both the victim and the villian? That’s reflected in who he actually attacks. Arianna, the guards, Cass, Eugene, ect. are all enablers for his abusers. They’ve knowingly chosen to side with a dictator who has repeatedly done unacceptable things. The guards and the main cast at least are very well aware of the truth. As to whether or not Arianna knew of the full details behind Varian’s treatment, she does know about Frederic’s past actions and has excused them for years.   

That doesn’t make Varian treatment of her, or others like her, right, but Arianna isn’t blamess either. 

If you’re a person with power who is attached to a system of government who goes on to uphold corruption, and remain silent in the face of that corruption, you become a part of the problem. You become the oppressor even if you’re not directly involved in the more violent events yourself or even personally hold the views of the person committing those violent acts. 

A queen is responsible for a her people and she abandons that responsibility by staying with Frederic and supporting him. 

Turning his Pet into a Mutant Monster is the Only Time Varian Hurts Someone Who Isn’t Involved 

As I said, Varian is a villian. I’m not going to act like he doesn’t do bad things or that all of his actions are justifiable. The reason I’ve gone into great detail about Varian’s reasonings into what he does isn’t to excuse his actions; it’s to point out that ‘heroes’ are every bit as much to blame as he is. 

Everyone is at fault here; not just Varian, not just the King, not just Rapunzel ect. But the show forces Varian to carry all of the blame regardless. Which is why the show fails. You can’t set up a morally complex situation like this and not follow through on it completely. Failing to do so winds up reflecting poorly upon the writers and those that try to excuse them. 

Conclusion 

Dang, this took forever. This is why I’m following Disney’s lead and splitting the review into two parts. Come back tomorrow, where hopefully part two will be up. 

[johnkrrasinski]

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

Chapter 5: Wonderland 

full masterlist // series masterlist

Pairings: dark!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 2,328

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, oral (male receiving), fingering, dub-con, non-con. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: after the death of your mother, you decided that you were going to do something new to honor her. You chose a perfect camping spot somewhere down South. You thought it was going to be the life-changing vacation that you never had in your life, until Steve Rogers, a man existed in roughness and control all his life, found you.

a/n: chapter five’s here! i’ve been so focused on my other fic ideas that i nearly forgot i still have an unfinished series. anyways, hope you enjoy! and, things are going to unfold between steve and the reader in this chapter. i truly hope y’all are prepared for some gentle dark steve cause i certainly am. please leave a like & comment. enjoy!

The next morning, you were woken up by the feeling of soft kisses on your shoulders and a few more on your neck. You felt a delicate grip on your hip, as you slowly began to regain consciousness. You felt a broad figure behind you, and you couldn’t help but turn around immediately to see him.

You realized Steve was already naked on your bed, lying on his side as he held you like a lover would. He didn’t stop his kisses even after you were awake, with your body slightly turned to him now, he had easier access to your neck as he pampered you with kisses there too.

You didn’t know why, maybe it was your hazy brain that was still half awake, but you instantly threw your head back to give him more room as you moaned quietly. His hand that was on your hip then went to spread your thighs as he immediately rubbed your clit, not wasting any time in starting with a slow pace.

The wetness that was already there amplified, and after he was done spoiling your neck with kisses, he went to your lips as he hungrily swallowed your moans. He bit your lower lip and you parted them to let his tongue invade your mouth. He kept on kissing you and massaging you at your most sensitive part, and after a few more strokes, your orgasm burst.

He watched the expression on your face as you crumbled. He always loved seeing you fall apart. Your moans were muffled by his mouth that didn’t quit devouring yours until your breathing slowed down. His fingers had slowed down its motion after you erupted, but it didn’t stop instantly to prolong your bliss.

After you were calm enough, he kissed your forehead as you looked into his ocean eyes. “Good morning.” He greeted you. You couldn’t answer due to the feeling that you were just forced to endure, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Let’s begin our training today, shall we?” He got up from the bed with his eyes still on you.

“Get on your knees.” The authoritative tone resurged. And the commanding look on his face was apparent despite your smoky state. Your legs were still feeble enough to get up. You felt like you needed a little longer respite, but you knew better than to defy him.  

You leisurely rose to your feet as you followed him to the centre of the room. After he stopped at the spot that he deemed fit, he wordlessly ordered you to kneel. From this level, the size of his girth was enough to make you tremble. You gulped in cower as you didn’t dare to gaze into his eyes. You waited for his next instruction as you felt his hand caress your hair.

“I know this one is going to be challenging but, you don’t have to be afraid. I will guide you through every step. Is that understood, little one?”

You nodded, “yes sir.” You still kept your head down, the sight of his boots somehow comforted you better than the man wearing them.

“Good girl. Now, look at me.” You gathered every bit of guts you had left within you to glance up and he had his lips set in a thin line. His ocean eyes had turned into the arctic; glacial ice frosting your soul.

“Open your mouth.” Your lips trembled at his words as you slowly parted your lips whilst still maintaining eye contact. He briskly stroked his shaft then he inserted the tip to your mouth as he pushed himself deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

You wailed in resistance as your hands went to his thighs to push him away, but he persevered. “Stop.” He said from above. “Breathe. Slowly through your nose.”

You followed his instruction. “Good girl. Now, relax your jaws.” You tried as best as you could if that was even possible. Every bone in your body was tense. You certainly had never slept with any man before, let alone tasting him in your mouth. You were petrified of what was he planning to do next.

“Now, wrap your lips around them.” You wrapped your lips around his shaft, cocooning it like a caterpillar.

“Good girl, just move your head back and forth. Suck it like a lollipop.” His hand that was in your hair tugged it to guide you back and forward as he repeated the motion. Your horrified eyes were still looking up at him as tears began flowing down your cheeks.

Every time his tip hits the back of your throat, you moaned in discomfort. You held on to his sturdy thighs to ground yourself. Slowly, you began to enjoy the taste of him. You were utterly confused by the reaction that your body had but once you had regained control of the pace, the terror dried down.

He gesticulated his grip on your hair faster, driving you to whimper as you dug your nails into his skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his flesh. He didn’t seem to mind. He only threw his head back as you felt him throbbing. He moaned out loud when he reached his climax, ejaculating deep inside your throat.

He kept himself deep inside your mouth and stayed still until every drop of his cum was spilled down your throat, not wasting any from your lips. He then released your hair and he stepped away from you.

“You just passed the test of putting that mouth for good, baby.” Your chest heaved due to the violation. “Now, get on the bed. I’m gonna return the favour.”

You knew there was nothing profitable from the ‘favour’ he was about to pay you back with, but you did what he ordered you to anyway. You laid down on the bed as he grabbed your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed and spread them wide. He got on his knees as he plunged deep into your cunt, licking a long stripe on your bud, causing you to close your eyes and relish the unwanted pleasure.

And once again, he proved you that your body was entirely his, and there was no escaping him.

Later that day, after you woke up from your nap, Steve was lying beside you with your head on his chest. You tried to push away from him but that only jolt him awake. You really should try to be more subtle. You were perplexed by what you were seeing… What the hell is he doing sleeping on this bed? He had never slept next to you before, let alone cuddle you. If this man thinks that you two were lovers, he must be out of his goddamn mind.

But he only looked at you with a smile and asked with a husky voice, “good nap?”

You instantly sat up and tried to sit as far away as possible from him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, in case you forgot, I own this cabin, remember?” He sarcastically mocked you for asking such an absurd question. As if he hadn’t just made you cum more times than you could count for the past few days.

“No I mean, what are you doing on this bed? You never slept here before.”

“Didn’t feel like leaving you yet. And I was pretty worn out from our early session.”

“So is this what we do now? Cuddling after you force me to do whatever fetish you have in mind?” You sneered without looking at him. You didn’t know what erupted the courage within you to be that spontaneously brash. Maybe you no longer cared about his threats of punishments anymore. Maybe you were just extremely fatigued by every tragedy that had befallen on you, so you were going to say whatever your fury wanted you to say.

“Would you rather I leave you here all alone, in the dark, waiting for me to return until I make you perform another sexual act for me?” His tone was surprisingly gentle. You expected him to lay a hand on you or make you regret your own words, but his reaction left you a bit taken aback.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure about anything anymore, honestly.” You folded your knees to your chest as you hugged them, trying to shield yourself from the grim reality you were currently trapped in. He ran a hand down your back, as a soothing gesture. You weren’t going to say it out loud, but it did assuage the fuel of dejection within you.

Then he got up to a sitting position as he inched his body closer to you. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you, but I will get you through this. And I have no intention in harming you, I promise. I just need you to trust me enough to let me take care of you.”

When you were clueless on what to say and the muteness fell in the room except for your and Steve’s breathing, he swept the hair that was falling on your shoulders to behind your back. He then caressed your hair as he did earlier when he prepped you to perform a blowjob on him, but this time, it didn’t feel demanding. It just felt… reassuring. Like he was trying to instil every promise that he made into you, to make you understand the sincerity behind them through his touches.

You didn’t meet his eyes and you remained immobile, despite his effort to make you allow him in. “I don’t know if it could be that easy…”

“I know, and I told you we can take as much time as we need but every progress that we make, there should always be a result, and I need to see them, okay?”

You nodded, hoping it was enough to make him content with whatever he was expecting from you.

“Let’s take a shower, yeah? Maybe it’ll help enlighten your mood.” He got up from the bed and he walked to your side, carrying you with his hands behind your knees and his other one behind your back. Despite the nap that you just had, you couldn’t help but rested your head on his chest in the succinct walk to the narrow bathroom.

He washed himself as he watched you do the same. When you were about to grab the shampoo bottle, he beat you first to it and squeezed a dozen amount onto his palm then he proceeded to wash your hair, messaging your scalp tenderly for such a brutish man. There weren’t many words exchanged between the two of you in the shower, but you could hear your own racing thoughts. You let him take care of you as he promised.

You pondered; maybe breaking down the brick of your walls one by one doesn’t seem like the worst idea. This was the plan after all though, right? To gain his trust and convince him that the idea of escaping had been erased from your mind, and then maybe… You can make an escape. But for now, you were going to savour the sanative treatment of his gentle side.

Later that night, after you dried off your hair, he came back downstairs to feed you. He then left you to give you some space and told you that he will come back later. After you were done, you laid in bed thinking, if your mother was still alive… Would she try to look for you? Would she be worried by now? Who the hell were you kidding, of course, she would. But would she be able to find you? You’d never know. It was pointless to ask those questions anyway. The best that you could do is pray to your mother, hoping that she would save you from this bottomless pit.

Your wishful thinking was disrupted by the cracking sound of the door opening and his presence coming into view. He laid down next to you, putting your head on his chest. You complied easily, not having the energy to oppose. It could’ve been a lot worse than sleeping on his chest.

“I was born and raised in these woods, I don’t go to the city too often unless I’m in dire need of something. My mother was ill from tuberculosis when I was 18 and that’s how she died. I work at the local fire department and I love to take some photographs in my spare time. I don’t meet that many people in my life, so maybe, we can help each other out.”

“What do you mean?” You answered meekly.

“I will guide you through our sexual training and adapting to your new life, but you can also teach me the life that you are used to. We can make some compromise to make this work. How does that sound?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. It’s getting late, you should get some rest.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” You didn’t know what your real intention was aiming that question. You knew it should’ve been about sleeping with one eye open but somehow, there is this tacit need of assurance, like knowing that you weren’t going to wake up all alone in this cold sheets would give you an easeful slumber.  

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”  

And that was all you needed to doze off and slowly flutter your drowsy eyelids to the sound of a steady heartbeat. It reminded you that this man was only a man underneath, no matter how unnerving and formidable he could be. It made you think in your ploddingly dissolving state of consciousness, that maybe… Just maybe… You didn’t have to be so fearful by him after all. And maybe… Just maybe… You could start letting your guard down. Who knows what doors it could open?

You could only wonder. But you were avid to find out when daylight comes.