#Outside Of Destiny《OOC》

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[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VI)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.5k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: some suicide thoughts, very suggestive stuff, nudity, sexual tension barely starting, misogyny coming from you know who lol.

Notes: i was eager to drop this so here it is. hope i can make justice to the slow burn/slow sexual tension. aaaa as always thanks for reading!! ily all!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII

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Part VI: Don't Lay Your Red Hand On Me

“Where the fuck are we going?” Ben asked, checking the picture outside the windshield.

The sun was already setting down, and there have been hours since you started driving. At least he had been able to see the damn sunset again after being caged for so long.

Despite his questioning look and not trusting you completely, both made it to your car in the middle of the mess of blood and headless corpses around the building, with him naked under the effects of your invisibility powers. Somehow, you still managed to reassure Soldier Boy it was to protect him. In fact, as you guided both out of the place, you were scared of your abilities not working properly to have him covered. The last thing you wanted was the cameras to have a look at him, escaping with your help.

Now, with Soldier Boy dressed in his clothes and you still wiping some of the dry blood from your skin, you drove without a destiny in mind. Just somewhere you could take him far away from Homelander and Vought. He was, in fact, your top priority and needed to be protected, even if you knew you were nothing compared to his strength and abilities, you still had the urgency of him trusting you, to feel like you really cared. And you did care, but for the wrong reasons and those, he didn’t have to know.

“Far away,” you responded, picking up your phone with one hand as you drove through the highway.

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” he insisted, looking at you switching your attention between the device in your hands and the road.

You dialed Grace, ignoring his voice. She didn’t answer immediately. You cursed under your breath and dialed again. No answer anew, just the ring and the automatic voicemail message. Well, fuck. You had to play with what you had.

“Hey, it’s me,” you began the message. “Please call me when you can, I have to inform you of something. It’s urgent, please call me back.”

Ben rolled his eyes, annoyed as fuck for your silence towards his demands. “You’re gonna tell me now what the fuck is going on? You’re a fucking supe and everyone is dead back there! And not ‘cause of me.”

“First, nothing to fear from me. Okay? You’re the one who’d kill me in a blink. Second, I don’t know!” you yelled as a response, clearly irritated. “I don’t know shit! I know we need to run and that’s all. So just shut up and let me drive.”

“Christ on a cross, you women are fucking irritating,” Ben fumed. He saw a cheap motel by the road and he would’ve guessed you were going there because you slowed down and pulled up in the parking lot. He sighed. “Home, shitty home.”

“Got any ideas? Because I’m all ears,” you stopped the engine and got down the car, taking the sports bag with you. The supe rolled his eyes and before he went out, you came right to his half open door. “Stay here, I'll check in.”

Ben shut his eyes, watching you closing the car door with a loud thud, and you left to get a room. He felt the need to storm behind and shout out what he really thought of your stupid ass bossing him around. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t really half the way out of the fucking car, he should have been arguing and insisting for some real answers. But for some reason he stayed back. When you came back after a short time he followed you to a double bed room you’d be using just for the night.

Once you entered, you decided a shower was first thing on the list, and then you had to communicate with Grace as soon as fucking possible. Checking around, you were thankful to find a couple of towels in the bathroom, while Ben settled on his own space, lying down on one of the beds.

He observed you thoroughly as you studied yourself in the dirty mirror hanging on the wall. The disgusting grimace you made told him you were looking for more blood to wipe off. And before he could speak again you turned to see him.

“I'm gonna take a shower,” you announced.

He raised a brow. “Mind some company, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes as you started to unbutton your blouse, his eyes checking shamelessly the little exposed skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Don't even think about it.”

And with that, you just disappeared inside the bathroom. The noise of water running compensated both of you for the silence. He turned on the cheap TV to have some noise for himself too, deciding he’d go for a shower after you. Probably if he was in a different mood would have just tried to get in your pants. Ben was getting so damn stressed out. First you took out his weed, then you announced he would have medication for his fucking stress disorder or some shit, and later, agents and employees of the facility just started to die violently without reason. He thought if any of you would be next while you walked him out.

It was too much to handle right now. He needed something to take it all out. Something, anything, somebody. Just to release it the only way he knew: with sexual pleasure. He didn't understand yet what the fuck was happening. Did you really care about him? You could just have left him there to handle everything by himself and run away. Yet, you took him out of the facility and he, once again, had a glimpse of your courage. Maybe a little. And he started to like that. Suddenly, he heard the shower being turned off and minutes later you came out of the bathroom sooner than he expected, dressed in the same clothing, drying the droplets on your face and wet hair.

“I’m gonna get some dinner, stay here” you announced, taking your phone and the room and car keys. “The door will be locked, don’t do anything stupid.”

Ben scoffed, standing up before making his way to take a shower himself. He faced you directly, just a couple of inches separating both of you. Your gaze challenged him to step closer. “I’m not a fucking animal.”

You hummed, without looking away from his eyes. “Sometimes I doubt you.”

“Locking the fucking door won’t do shit, why you keep doing this?” Ben asked, visible confusion on his features. He really looked tired as hell. Tired of your bullshit.

“It’s not because of you. I perfectly understand that, just wait for me here.”

With that, you turned on your heels and left the room. From the other side, you locked the door. Ben let out a deep breath. He knew it was easy to tear it apart, and again, run after you to have damn answers for once. But instead, he decided to calm himself a little and get rid of his clothes. Inside the shower, he let the warm water take care of the burdens he was carrying, without knowing, on his back. He wondered if he’d been better dead by now, if sleeping in a chamber was a greater choice than this, just running along with you, a woman, who just seemed to fuck him up even more instead of playing real like you had promised. If he knew how to kill himself, probably would’ve done it already. He was getting sick of hiding, of being a fucking experiment, to be under someone’s else’s orders… The worst part of it all is that he never had the right to choose on his own faith. Not even his own death.

Out of the room, you were a few feet away from the door you left behind when your phone started to ring softly. An unknown number appeared on the screen and cautiously you answered, making your way to the car, getting inside on the co-pilot seat.

“Hello?” a voice you knew too well started to speak after some seconds of silence.

“Grace?”

The woman on the other line breathed out. “Yeah, it’s me. Uhm, couldn’t attend earlier, sorry…”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head, as if she could see you face to face. “We’ve been compromised. My lab assistants, the nurses, scientists, guards… Everyone is dead.”

“Fuck,” Grace hissed. She sounded exhausted. “Where is Soldier Boy?”

“I took him out, checked us in at a motel. Can’t go back to my old place. Not yet.”

“You have the copies of the project, right?”

For a moment you felt she was doubting you, but you answered anyway, surprised she would even ask that. “I do.”

There was a little silence coming from her. You continued. “I don’t think I told you yet, but… Fuck, I received a visit from Homelander a couple of days ago. He crashed into my apartment… He knows.”

Grace cursed under her breath. “Y/N, we’re playing with fire here.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling your heartbeat raising. “What’s going on with you? Something happened back there?”

“Victoria Neuman came, saying she wanted to talk to me. She kinda threatened my life, and I’m on the run… Now I can make the puzzle.”

“You think they might be working together?”

“Probably. Senator Bishop was found dead, and guess who is running now with Robert Singer for vice president.”

You chuckled. The whole situation was so ironically clear. “Victoria, that stupid, smart bitch.”

“I’m gonna get some information on her, I know some people who’d know more than I do. I’ll call once I find something.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for that. Do you need me to do anything?”

“Just keep Soldier Boy busy. Work on that injection as soon as you can,” she ordered.

You nodded to yourself, taking a look around the empty lot. “Yes, ma’am.”

After a somewhat long time, Ben saw you entering the room and locking the door. You left a paper bag and water on the nightstand by his bed, where he laid down like he was having a nice day on the beach with only a towel around his hips. He noticed you looked down at him a little longer than usual, but he wasn’t going to let that slip. A sleazy smirk formed on his lips.

“My eyes are up here, sugar.”

You turned away your gaze for a moment before looking back up at him again, confident this time as you locked up your eyes with his half-lidded ones.

“Stop the pet names, Soldier Boy.”

Ben stood up on his feet slowly under your eyes following his moves. His muscular frame towering over your figure as the towel fell to the floor, revealing his bare figure to you. He was growing fond of the way you didn’t step back, ever, from him.

“Well, you never complained back there. Speaking of,” he took the bottle of water between his hands and took a sip from it before his green orbs focused on you anew. “I think you owe me an explanation.”

“I already told you. I don’t know shit.”

“Fucking lies,” the supe hissed. “Tell me now.”

You shrugged and crossed your arms on your chest, tired of him. “I have nothing.”

“Sweetheart, you never shut your piehole during our sessions. Don’t back up now,” he dared, stepping closer to you, eyelids narrowing.

Neither Ben or you dared to look away. You had to act like it, for your good. What if Soldier Boy found out that probably Homelander was behind all of it? It was going to be the end of him, his son; the fucking abusive experiment would be gone with a blast. But Vought was still around. It wasn’t just about Homelander or personal payback. It was more than that.

Homelander was barely the tip of the iceberg. And you were afraid Ben would never understand the mission. Would he say yes to use his blood to create even more experiments after all he went through, even if you explained everything? You knew his answer. The next step was getting it from him and it was going to be the hardest thing ever. But you could think of that later. There was nothing that a small cut accident couldn’t do.

“I’m not talking because I have nothing to tell you, Ben,” you lied, looking at him with your brows knitting together. “I wish I knew, but I’m just as scared as you might be.”

“I’m not scared,” he replied a little too fast. “I want to know why you took me out.”

“Why not?” you insisted. “You deserve another chance.”

And I need you alive to find a cure to this curse.

Ben scrutinized your face. This time, he couldn’t read through you. What did he know though, was that he was tired. A burning ache was forming inside him once again and he needed to release it. He was used to sensing your heartbeats, the blood running on your veins, and still now there was no glimpse of you reacting to his teasing. Any other woman would have thrown herself at him, he was used to it. Now, there wasn’t anyone. Just you, paying no attention to his perfectly sculpted body and his cock between his legs. It had to be the fact that you were a supe. Not as powerful, but still. A clear advantage in the cursed world you all lived in. He took in your body, thinking into luring you to give in and imagining how it would be to have you crying under him, moaning his name exactly like numerous women have. Just for the night.

“Don’t think about it, Soldier Boy,” you voiced out, like if you read his nasty mind. “I’m not gonna do that.”

His eyes went back to your face. “Y’know, I used to have lines of women like you during my days. Countless lines of rich whores, waiting to have a good fuck with me. Pretty ladies whose husbands would leave unattended, cute little secretaries, bombshell Hollywood actresses… All of them, just wet holes ready for me. I’d take them all.”

You chuckled at his pathetic little speech. If that was his way of getting you to bed, it wasn’t working. Not now, not never.

“I’m not just any rich whore, Ben. I don’t want to fuck you, you can use the bathroom to take care of your little problem down there.”

You saw how his jaw clenched as he held his eyes with yours.

He smirked. “Maybe not today, pretty thing. But you’ll see.”

“Be my guest.”

Ben turned around, giving you a clear view of his ass as he locked himself inside the bathroom. The sound of the shower running was not enough to cover his moans and grunts as he jerked himself off. You just decided to sleep. There was a long drive waiting for you in the morning.

[bumblesimagines]

Jocelyn (the idol)

there is no "us." we were never anything.

it was just for fun.

i haven't been with anyone since.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Possible ooc behavior I did not finish the show Sam Levinson stop ruining female characters challenge (impossible), soft angst?, drug mention, mentions of Jocelyn's mental breakdown

Show was ass but Lily-Rose did really well with what she was given

(Y/N) stared up into the twinkling night sky, the sound of distant city traffic mixing in with the music still playing throughout the house despite the party slowly coming to an end with more and more people returning home or passing out somewhere in the house. He wondered if the paparazzi outside the security gates had already slunk back to their miserable lives or if they continued lingering about to snap photos of those who came and went. They'd always been a pain in the ass to deal with like greedy vultures constantly flying about in hopes of getting a shot of something juicy. He was sure there'd be articles written and posted with photos of his car entering the premises with clickbait titles and headlines. 

"There's a party going on... and you're out here looking like you're at a funeral." Jocelyn's familiar voice filled his ears, the clicking of her heels growing near until she stood beside him and plucked the cigarette from his fingers. She brought it to her tinted lips and inhaled, smoke soon slipping from her mouth. "Come inside and have a drink with me. It's been a while since we last spoke." 

"There's not much to talk about, Joce." He told her, tilting his head to look at her. 

Jocelyn looked just about the same since the last time he saw her face to face, if not a bit healthier and happier. She'd been unpredictable then; the mixture of drugs and alcohol she used to cope with the neverending grief over her mother's death sent her down a dangerous spiral of constantly shifting moods and impulsive decisions. It'd been exhausting being around her, especially when one minute she despised him and the next nobody would be able to pry her off him. In the end, Chaim and Destiny were forced to admit she was truly unwell and had her admitted to a hospital. 

"Well, there's your new album, the new movie you were in, and my upcoming single." Jocelyn pointed out with a soft chuckle, her head cocking to the side. Her eyes softened. "There's also.. us and what happened." 

"There is no "us." We were never anything, Joce. We were barely even friends. All we ever did was have sex and argue every time we recorded." (Y/N) took the cigarette back, taking a deep breath before he butted it out and flicked it out toward the cliff. Flirting, drinking, taking pills and powders they should've ignored, hooking up, recording a song or two, arguing over random things; it was an irritating cycle that pushed his limits and patience. "It was just for fun."

"We went out together to clubs and events or did you forget that? We were something. Maybe not a couple but we were more than 'barely friends.'" Jocelyn scoffed softly, her eyebrows furrowing and jaw visibly clenching. "No matter how much you say that it was all for the fans and to get them hyped for the songs, you can't deny we had something." 

"We were fuckbuddies at most, Joce. I don't get why you're still hung up on that."

"Because I haven't been with anyone since! I thought about you while I was recovering, while I was in that hospital trying to get better. I... I thought maybe we'd be serious when I was discharged . I.. I thought you would at least be kind enough to visit after but you went full fucking ghost on me. And maybe the worst part is that I still want you."

[andreal831]

Outside of Elijah/Klaus (cause there was absolutely 0 reason both of them died), which character in all of TVDU do you think had the most unnecessary/dumb death?

Honestly Klaus and Elijah aren't even in my top. Yes, both of them dying was dumb, but there are so many other death's that were more unnecessary. At least Elijah and Klaus made it to the end of TO.

Some honorable mentions: Hayley, Tyler, Gia, Josh, Enzo, Jo, Lexi, Sophie, Eve, Jesse, Aaron, Aya, Jackson, all of the hybrids, Carol, Henry, Celeste (first time), Genevie (first time and kind of second time). I'm sure there are more.

But my most unnecessary/dumb death is Cami O'Connell.

There was zero reason for her to die and it was because she wasn't meant to die. I firmly believe she was meant to be the school psychologist in Legacies. It would have made so much sense for her to be there for Hope after Hope lost so much of her family. It also would have allow a woman on the show to have a happy ending that wasn't centered around a man. Her happy ending would have been watching over Hope and helping all of the supernatural children, fulfilling her family's destiny.

Cami still had so much of a story left to tell. She was so young and full of promise. She lost her entire family due to the supernatural world and then was forced into it herself. If anyone in TO is a parallel to Elena, it is Cami. Her family legacy was so entrenched in the supernatural that it was only a matter of time before she herself was pulled into it.

Even her death made no sense. Lucien wanted to hurt Klaus for 'stealing' Aurora from him, but at that point, Lucien had the ability to kill Klaus. Sure, maybe he wanted him to suffer, so why not go after Hope? She was out in the bayou essentially unprotected (let's be honest, what could Mary have done?).

Even if we accept Lucien wanted to make it even by taking away Klaus' love, how did they not save her? Like two days later the entire Mikaelson gang is bitten and Freya just magically thinks of a way to freeze them and save them all? They couldn't have thought of that a little quicker? It's funny how they always manage to think of life saving magic when the plot/Mikaelsons require it, but there's no other options when it comes to sacrificing other characters.

Even if we accept that she died, they really didn't even make an effort to bring her back? Davina was able to be brought back from the dead after her soul was shredded. I know the other side was gone at that point, but let's not pretend the show didn't just bring back characters with very little rhyme or reason. The Mikaelsons didn't even attempt to find a way to bring her back.

And no one even say it was to help Klaus' character development. I hate when women are killed to further a man's development. It was clear in the writing that Klaus still needed Cami for his development. He was just at the brink of trying to be a better person, he was nowhere near done. We can clearly see this in the amount of scenes Hayley becomes ooc in order to be Cami for Klaus. Or Caroline coming in season 5, which made no sense, was clearly meant to be Cami.

Cami was an O'Connell and this meant something in New Orleans. People who claim her character was just a love interest were not watching. Her character was going to unite New Orleans. Not Hayley, not Hope, and definitely not the Mikaelsons. Every faction adored her. Marcel and Vincent loved her and would have done anything to keep her safe. The Mikaelsons each loved her outside of her relationship with Klaus. She would have always been a mother figure to Hope, no matter what her relationship was. Hayley loved her as well. We don't see her interact with the wolves too much but that's because they were largely forgotten in the writing. But every faction loved her and respected her. Her legacy was fixing the war in New Orleans. Which I love the writers just kind of dropped and everything magically go better when the Mikaelsons left, even though the war had been going on longer than the Mikaelsons were there.

The writers had not planned to kill her off but because of the toxicity of the fandom, they killed her off. This is just bad writing. They writers often cared more about ratings than the actual art of story telling and the show suffered because of it.

Thanks for the ask! What other deaths do you all think were unnecessary?

[hanlimz]

[hanlimz's 200 event!: sunghoon + 3 (hugs) and 14 (kisses)]

synopsis: forbidden relationship, dangerous consequences, and tender love. / for my love @nyxvrse <3 mwah love u sm ! hope u enjoy~ pairing: knight!y/n x prince!sunghoon genre/warnings: fluff, angst if you squint / some mention of death (no one dies tho), poor historically accurate dialogue ㅠㅠ, maybe ooc sunghoon (?), idk a descriptive kiss? wc: ~1.7k (OOPS LOL) a/n: why is it always Not my biases that i write the longest fic for ? like? my hee fic is staring at me with over 6k words rn n my need to write for sunjaywon is off the CHARTS but my brain won't let me LMAO ㅠㅠ / anyways, this is a part of my 200 followers event! feel free to request!

sunghoon is urging you forward with a solid hand encircling your wrist. his touch tethers you to reality, and the clarity you experience in his presence is addicting; colors are more vibrant, every new rush of adrenaline echoes throughout your entire body, and the crisp, morning air burns as it finds its way down to your lungs. sunghoon's fingers press into your flesh in the same way he has been etched into your heart. as you run, dewdrops bead on the worn leather of your work boots—the remnants of the night's storm having not yet been victim to the summer sun. the loose fitting linen of sunghoon's casual attire ripples in the breeze, and you find yourself mesmerized by it. mesmerized by him.

under the canopy of a large willow tree, sunghoon stops. his breathing is heavy and labored, and he has to lean against the damp bark of the tree to chase after it. still entranced by his natural beauty and hidden away from the rest of the world by the billowing branches, you take a hesitant step closer to sunghoon; he glances up at you and allows a hint of mischief to swim in his gaze. even through his fatigue, his lips manage to quirk up at the corners, and his grin sends a wave of heat flowing over your body. however, his playfulness and your susceptibility are both dangerous. there are rules to follow, and there are consequences for breaking them. fraternizing outside of kingdom-sanctioned duties is strictly forbidden, and a mistake could cost you your life.

a knight is never meant to fall in love with royalty, and you are no exception.

as sunghoon skirts his hand to rest at the taper of your waist, he bunches the fabric of your training blouse betwixt his slender fingers and tugs you into his lean frame. the tip of his nose brushes against the side of yours, and his mouth ghosts over your cupid's bow. prince sunghoon is poised, graceful, and positively hypnotizing. like the pied piper, his song has enchanted your very being; he's taken your heart in his hands and flipped your world of order and rigidity on its head. however, a phantom of doubt haunts your thoughts, forcing you to pull away and leave him wanting.

"your majesty—"

"please, [y/n] ... i've told you how i want you to address me—how much i loathe that ridiculous title escaping your lips," he cuts you off, reaching up to cup your cheek. the warmth of his hand blossoms against your face, and you like to think that the lines of his palms foretell stories of a shared future, a joint destiny. "call me by my name."

"sunghoon ..." you protest in spite of his seemingly magnetic pull, "you know the punishment for this is severe. if we're found out here, together ... it would spell danger for the both of us."

he simpers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "well, it's good that i have you to protect me, then. don't you agree?"

"you know that's not what i meant."

"i know," he replies, attempting to hold you infinitely closer. the tantalizing scent of jasmine and citrus mixes with the mint leaf he had been chewing on earlier, and you have to stop yourself from falling even deeper under his allure. "but, tell me then what i should do? what should i do when i'm in love with someone who i'm unable to love freely? tell me, [y/n]—what danger is greater than the threat of a life where i am left without you?"

sunghoon is greeted with an obtrusive silence. in the quiet, you can feel his beautifully deep eyes searching your face for any semblance of fear or reluctance. his calm seas of umber seep through the cracks in your stony facade like the natural stream that had made its way past the castle walls. when you glance up at him, the familiar hint of mischief in his gaze is replaced by two pools of sincerity and assurance. sunghoon's certainty frightens you; his willingness to pour out his heart and allow it to lay bare is enough to leave you dazed.

"you are who i want, [y/n]. you are who i need," he declares, pressing his forehead against yours. "in every life after this one—i know i will love you all the same."

his words are reminiscent of ice water cascading down the plains and valleys of your body. his love is a foreign concept to you, and the raw emotion in his voice is almost too much for you to handle. sunghoon's passion glows through his royal attire; it warms the tips of your fingers that had gone numb with nerves. hot tears welling up behind your eyes appear pearlescent as they catch the emerging sunlight. sunghoon has let you into his soul, and—by doing so—has taught your caged heart the intricacies of pure adoration.

desperate to feel him against you once more, you let your wet eyelashes ghost over the apples of his cheeks. "i'm taken by you, prince sunghoon," you whisper, "you're like nothing i've ever had the pleasure of indulging in before ... soft skin, kind heart, gentle hands. every part of me is rough—jagged and sharp." as you inhale, sunghoon records the bridge of your nose under the pad of his thumb. a fond smile graces his delicately charming features, and you find yourself compelled to tell him the truth.

"i don't want to hurt you, sunghoon," you confess, attempting to ignore the urge to succumb to the methodical swipe of his fingers against your cheekbone. "i want to be able to be tender with you—to cook dinner with you, to hang your laundry next to mine on the line, to call for you when the sun sets so we could watch it side by side. i want to hold you in my arms and keep you in my heart, but i'm afraid of what my love might look like—what it might do to you."

sunghoon is still smiling after you finish; his hands are still mapping the way your body feels beneath them, and the unadulterated devotion in his eyes has yet to waver. "you won't hurt me, [y/n]," he says, a fiery gleam of determination blazing in his gaze. "you could never hurt me."

"how can you be so sure, sunghoon?"

"because, i know you," he says, simply.

"you know me?" you reply, unconvinced.

"i know the way you love, [y/n]," sunghoon urges. "i saw you scrub floorboards and mop the marble when my sister's lady in waiting had fallen ill. i watch when you go into town to play quoits with the children. i know you sneak some of your leftover dinner for mister kwon when he works late nights in the marker. and, i've woken up to see your head resting on your folded arms at the foot of my bed more times than i'm able to count." he chuckles and glances at the grass, "you're already tender and soft and sweet, and i find it absurd that you don't believe so yourself."

blood boils under your cheeks, "well, those were—"

"let me show you," sunghoon proposes, and you're thrown off by the severity of his tone. leaning in, he brings his mouth to brush over yours, "will you let me show you how tender you are?"

air is punched from your lungs with the weight of his question. you know exactly what his words imply, you are all too familiar with the peril that lurks deep beneath them. darkness looms over you; it overtakes your vision for a moment as you consider the conflicting emotions warring within, but sunghoon is patient. each of his movements reflects the slow ascent of the sun in the late morning sky; he coaxes you from your cocoon to bask in his light, bathed in all of the warmth he knows you deserve. it feels good. it feels like silken bedclothes and summer fruit and muffled laughter. it feels right.

"show me," you murmur.

and within seconds, sunghoon is kissing you.

it begins like two feathers tickling your lips; in this manner, his mellow nature is not lost on you. his hands are star-crossed spirits dancing up and down the length of your torso. sunghoon lingers everywhere he can reach, committing the way your body thrums in his palms to memory. though, like a series of symphonic movements, a newfound vigor awakens in him; greed and hunger flow together with all the love he has for you, and sunghoon charges forward. he hums into your mouth as his fingers curl into the stifling cotton of your day clothes. you push back, splaying a fervent hand across the expanse of his neck and pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. stumbling in a wonderfully disordered waltz and swaying like the branches above your heads, the two of you kiss until you run out of breath to share.

when you pull away, sunghoon starts to laugh. the sound is rich and full, a resurgent melody before the conclusion of a piece. inhaling proves to be difficult as the both of you recover from going without oxygen for so long, but you deem it trivial. your heaving chest, your pounding heart, your trembling legs—they make you feel like more than just a cog in the kingdom's machine. they make you feel human. they make you feel alive.

pressing your forehead to sunghoon's, your labored breaths mingle once more. "i'm taken by you, prince sunghoon," you say again.

his amusement turns boyish, and sunghoon cannot contain the bout of giggles that escape from past his lips. in a flash, his grip tightens at your waist; slender fingers dig into your flesh, and you almost yelp until the surprise melts away. in sunghoon's arms, you experience flight for the first time in your life. he turns with you in his hold, various hues and shapes bleed together as the world is likened to a watercolor painting, and you swear a pair of wings sprouts from between your shoulder blades. they seem remain even as your feet touch the ground, manifesting in the form of your heart fluttering with untamed freedom and fierce love.

"and i, you, [y/n]." sunghoon replies, "my knight in cotton armor."

you chuckle at his silly response, and in this moment, the world seems incredibly small. enamored with one another, two dewdrops meet at the conclave of their respective blades of grass. joining together, indulging in the quiet, becoming one beneath the decades old willow tree—they have not yet fallen victim to the summer sun, and it feels good. it feels right.

[magical-girl-trucy]

I think I've finally figured out what bothers me so much about Spirit of Justice, and what about it feels OOC. It's not just the flanderization, it's the refusal to let these characters change.

Phoenix already got his aa4 privileges taken away in Dual Destinies, but it's so much worst in SoJ. During Rite to the Turnabout, he never once thinks about what's going to happen to Trucy if he's gone. In fact, when Phoenix is threatened with getting cursed or whatever, he thinks about Apollo and Athena, without even bothering to think of Trucy. It doesn't really make sense.

They flashback to the class trial, despite that being around 25 years ago. As if that still has such a grip on his life when that doesn't make ANY sense now.

And, of course, there's the first half of Turnabout Revolution. When Maya is kidnapped, Phoenix...does not tell anyone about it, lets himself get blackmailed, fights FOR the killer despite knowing ahead of time that the archeologist's death was not an accident. This not only is out of character, this goes against what he learned all the way back in the SECOND game! And it has to be Apollo to push Phoenix out of it, just like what Edgeworth did in Farewell. It is infuriating.

Then there's Maya, who, if you recall, ends Trials and Tribulations with wanting nothing to do with Khurain anymore. She is thoroughly traumatized by everything that has happened. And what do we see in Spirit of Justice, 8-9ish years later? STILL "in training" to be the master. They threw her into a lingo, as if she didn't even exist at all, then completely ignored her character development in T&T, just like they did with Phoenix. Just...why?

With Ema, it's the opposite problem. I'm fine with off-screen development, but they threw away so many aspects of her characterization in aa4. What was even the point of making her an investigator if she was still going to have to be the lead detective? What change actually was there to her job? Was this just an excuse to make her less bitter? The sad munching animation and the sappest puppy dog eyes in the world is good though that can stay.

Don't even get me started on Athena btw because I could make an entirely separate post about her.

If I wanted to dig even deeper, I could talk about Larry in Turnabout Time Travel because what the actual hell did they do to him. That isn't my man. But I think I've gotten my point across.

(No complaints about Pearl btw she's the best written returning character in this game outside of Apollo and Trucy and I am not joking)

[mcntsee]

Decade

Summary: Kaz Brekker x sister! reader. Facing the aftermath of crows’ departures, a dangerous job was proposed, tensions rose, and Kaz’s façade wavered and a sacrifice was made. Based on this request.

Warnings: Sacrifice, violence, grief, “death”, Kaz is ooc at one point

Y/n and Kaz stood at a crossroads, both literally and metaphorically. The sprawling city, a web of treachery and ambition, seemed to mirror the shattered remains of their once-undefeatable crew. The passage of time had etched lines of experience on their faces and shadows of pain in their hearts, leaving Y/n to bear witness to the transformation of her brother, Kaz, into a colder, more enigmatic version of himself.

As each crow had departed, Kaz had grown increasingly desperate and reckless. Inej had set sail to find freedom on the open sea, Wylan and Jesper had left the criminal life behind for a “normal” existence, and Nina had been taken from them after the heart-wrenching loss of Matthias. With each departure, Kaz’s grasp on control seemed to slip, his grip on the world loosening as if trying to reclaim the pieces that had been stolen from him.

The glint of determination in Kaz’s eyes had given way to a consuming darkness. A storm of unresolved emotions that raged beneath his meticulously constructed façade. Each separation had chipped away at the carefully crafted armor he had worn for so long, leaving raw wounds that festered in the shadows. His desperation, once buried deep, now oozed to the surface in the form of reckless schemes and increasingly dangerous jobs.

Y/n had borne witness to this transformation, watching as her brother’s demeanor grew colder and his tactics more extreme. The warmth that had once lingered in his gaze when he looked at his fellow crows had faded, replaced by a calculating edge that had been honed in the crucible of their struggles. Kaz had become a riddle even to those who had known him best, his actions driven by a relentless pursuit of control and vengeance.

The dimly lit room seemed to hold its breath as Kaz’s voice wove intricate tales of danger and deception. The details of the new job hung heavily in the air, but Y/n’s growing unease was impossible to ignore. “This sounds like a suicide mission.” she had finally blurted out, her voice a mixture of frustration and genuine concern.

Tension crackled in the air, an electric current charging the atmosphere. Kaz’s gaze bore into Y/n’s, his defiant expression a reflection of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface. Their words clashed, leaving wounds that cut deeper than any blade.

In the midst of the storm of words, Y/n’s voice softened, a tremor of vulnerability threading through her words. “I miss the old you, Kaz.” she confessed, a sense of longing in her voice. For a fleeting moment, the impervious façade that Kaz had constructed wavered, revealing a glimpse of the brother she had once known. “That version of me is dead, Y/n.” he replied, a touch of sorrow tainting his words.

The charged exchange reached an impasse, marked by an intriguing directive. “Meet me outside the club in three hours.” Kaz commanded, his words heavy with an unspoken weight.

Their rendezvous led them to ascend a towering building, the sprawling panorama of the city unfolding below them. With each step, the weight of their shared history pressed upon them, the bond that had once united them now stretched thin. The rooftop awaited, a stage where the threads of fate were manipulated by Pekka Rollins, orchestrating a cruel and twisted dance.

The confrontation erupted in a sudden burst of violence. Guards emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and practiced, ensnaring Y/n and Kaz in an iron grip. Pekka’s grin held a malevolent gleam, a puppet master relishing his control over their destinies.

Pekka positioned Kaz in front of him, the barrel of a gun trained unwaveringly on Kaz’s form. Y/n was restrained across from them, held captive by a guard’s steely grip. A chill crept down Kaz’s spine as Pekka’s grin twisted into a sinister snarl. “I’ve had enough of you, you barrel scum.” Pekka spat, his words dripping with venom. The unmistakable click of the gun’s safety being disengaged sent a shiver through the room, the sound amplifying the threat that hung in the air.

Y/n’s heart raced as the tension reached a fever pitch. In a moment of heart-stopping determination, she lunged forward, her elbow connecting with the guard’s nose with all her strength. The guard staggered back, blood streaming from his nose, and for an instant, the grip on Y/n loosened.

With an adrenaline-fueled burst of energy, Y/n sprinted towards Pekka, her eyes fixed on the gun pointed at Kaz. The guard reacted quickly, his gun drawn and fired. The first shot found its mark, striking Y/n in the shoulder. Pain exploded through her, but she pushed on, her resolve unbroken.

The second shot seared through her calf, a fresh wave of agony crashing over her. Yet, fueled by sheer determination, she continued her charge. With a surge of strength, Y/n launched herself at Pekka, a whirlwind of determination and fury that shattered the room’s fragile balance.

Their bodies collided, a tangle of limbs and desperation, as Y/n tackled Pekka over the building’s ledge. In that split second, the world seemed to freeze as Pekka’s eyes widened with shock. The wind howled around them as they plummeted, the abyss below consuming them.

Kaz’s senses sharpened as a heart-stopping clarity settled over him. “No!” he roared, his voice a raw and desperate plea. His heart thundered in his chest, his eyes locked on the figures plummeting into the abyss. His sister—his world—disappearing into the endless darkness.

As Y/n fell, a whirlwind of memories swirled through her mind. Moments of shared laughter, secret confidences, and the unbreakable bond she shared with Kaz danced before her eyes. With a final, steadying breath, she closed her eyes, embracing the unknown that awaited her.

Kaz’s gaze remained riveted on the void, his knuckles white as his fists clenched. He strained to catch a glimpse of Y/n’s form, his silent prayer echoing in the night. But as seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity, a cruel reality settled over him. She was gone. “No…”

Ten years had passed since that fateful night, a decade of shadows and whispers that wrapped around Kaz like a suffocating cloak. In the aftermath, he had become a phantom, rarely seen beyond the confines of the Crow Club's walls. He had exacted vengeance upon each of the men who had played a role in Pekka's ambush, leaving a trail of death in his wake. But the weight of his sister's sacrifice lingered, an indelible scar etched into his soul.

He had returned to the Crow Club that night, his movements robotic and his demeanor cold. Locking himself in his office, he had shut himself away from the world for months, consumed by a maelstrom of guilt and grief. Jobs became an afterthought, the thrill of the heist no longer able to fill the void that had been left behind.

However, a decade later, Kaz had finally mustered the courage to venture into Lij to meet with a contractor. The air hung heavy with memories, each step a reminder of the past he had tried to bury. As he navigated the streets, however, he found himself haunted by visions of his sister—fragments of her, an older version, lingering at the periphery of his vision. He dismissed them as figments of his tormented imagination, a cruel trick his mind played on him.

After signing several contracts, Kaz found himself wandering the market, surrounded by the hum of life that continued to thrive even in the face of his own despair. It was there, amidst the bustle and noise, that he heard a voice call his name—his real name, not the alias he had adopted to shield himself from the world. He spun around, muscles tensed, ready to face a threat. But instead, he was met with a sight that sent his heart into overdrive—Y/n, standing before him, her smile a bittersweet echo of the past.

Kaz's breath caught in his throat, his mind a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion. He muttered something under his breath, his voice wavering. "This is not real. You've lost it, Brekker." His instinct was to retreat, to put distance between himself and the haunting apparition that stood before him.

Yet, Y/n stepped forward, her gaze unwavering, and spoke words that cut through the walls he had built around himself. "You'd think after ten years my brother would be happy to see me again." Her words held a lightness he had long forgotten, a playfulness that once defined their relationship.

In that moment, something shifted within Kaz. For the first time in his life, he found himself battling the ghosts of his past, his fears, and his overwhelming need for control. His brain urged him to flee, to escape the impossible reality that seemed to mock him. But there was something different this time—an ache in his chest, a yearning for the connection he had lost.

Y/n's smile was a lifeline, an anchor in the storm that raged within him. In a swift motion, he disregarded the barriers that had once kept him safe. With a vulnerability he had long suppressed, Kaz closed the distance between them and enveloped Y/n in a hug—an embrace that was both desperate and tender.

Y/n laughed, the sound a melody that echoed through the market. She hugged him back, the weight of a decade's worth of absence and longing evaporating in that simple gesture. While their bodies were locked in the embrace, Kaz's voice trembled as he finally uttered the words that had haunted him for years. "I thought you were dead."

Y/n's response was soft, her hands gently cupping his face as she drew back slightly. Her left arm trembled, a detail that didn't escape Kaz's notice. Her words were an invitation, a lifeline thrown to a brother who had long been lost in the darkness. "Let's have some tea and catch up?" she suggested, her voice carrying a warmth that melted away the years of isolation and pain.

Kaz nodded, a simple gesture that belied the torrent of emotions surging within him. For the first time in a decade, he allowed himself to lower his guard, to let go of the fears and ghosts that had held him captive. As they walked side by side, the bustling market around them fading into the background, Kaz dared to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, he could find a sliver of light amidst the shadows.

Y/n began to walk, and Kaz followed in her wake, a hesitant anticipation in his steps. Before long, they reached their destination—a modest house that held the secrets of his sister's life over the past ten years. Y/n attempted to unlock the door, her left arm trembling once again. He stepped forward, a silent offer hanging in the air. "May I?" he asked, his voice gentle. Y/n's smile was her response as she handed him the keys, her gratitude evident in her gaze.

As they entered the house, Kaz's eyes roved over the surroundings, each corner a tableau of memories he had missed. He moved from picture to picture, his gaze lingering on each frame as he studied the portraits adorning the walls. His sister and a man stood in one photograph, their smiles frozen in time. He continued his exploration, his eyes tracing the presence of the same man in several portraits. There was a story woven within the frames, one that begged to be unveiled.

His steps carried him to a picture of two children, their innocent faces frozen in a moment of laughter. He opened his mouth to inquire about their identities, but before the words could escape, a cacophony of joyous voices shattered the silence. Two children burst into the room, their boundless energy a stark contrast to the years of solitude Kaz had endured.

"Ma!" they exclaimed in unison, their arms reaching out to embrace Y/n. She welcomed them with open arms, the love in her eyes a testament to the years they had shared. As the children released their hold, the older brother pointed at Kaz and asked a question that tugged at the corners of Kaz's lips. "Who is that, ma?"

Y/n's laughter filled the room, a melody that danced upon the air. "That would be your uncle Kaz," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of mirth. Kaz's gaze shifted from Y/n to the children, his heart a mix of awe and surprise. The younger of the two gasped, his small hand covering his mouth as realization dawned. "You have the same name as me!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Kaz, this is Jordie,” said y/n while pointing at the oldest who in response gave a shy wave, “and this is Kaz.” she said while pointing at the youngest. Kaz found himself speechless for a moment, his mind swirling with emotions that defied description. The sight of his nephews, the legacy of the family he had believed to be lost forever, left him humbled and amazed. With a steadying breath, he knelt down, his movements deliberate as he met the gaze of the two children.

"Can I get a hug?" he asked, his voice soft but sincere. The response was immediate and joyful, a chorus of laughter and footsteps that rushed towards him. Small arms enveloped him, their embrace soft but firm none the less.

As the echoes of their joyful laughter began to fade, Y/n gently turned to her children, her voice filled with warmth. "Why don't you two go upstairs and play for a while?" she suggested. Without hesitation, the young boys bounded away, their laughter and excitement filling the air. With a shared glance, Y/n and Kaz watched them go, a silent acknowledgment of the profound moment they had just shared.

"Tea?" Y/n's voice broke the stillness, the simple question carrying a sense of normalcy amidst the extraordinary circumstances. Kaz nodded, his gaze lingering on her as he made his way to the table. Y/n quickly prepared the tea, her movements deft but accompanied by the persistent tremor in her left arm. She placed the cups on the table and settled down beside Kaz, the fragility of her condition at odds with her unwavering strength.

Kaz's eyes shifted from the tea to Y/n's arm, his curiosity piqued. "Why is your arm shaking so much?" he inquired, his voice carrying a note of concern. Y/n looked down at her trembling arm, her fingers gently tracing the path of the trembling. Her words were soft, carrying a weight that only a decade of silence could give. "It hit one of the rocks in the water when I fell ten years ago." Her fingers moved in a soothing rhythm, a gesture of self-comfort as she spoke the words that had haunted her.

"Nerve damage," she continued, her voice tinged with resignation. "Hasn't stopped shaking since." Kaz's gaze shifted from her arm to meet her eyes, the concern etched on his features palpable. He regarded her with a mixture of understanding and compassion, a silent acknowledgement of the pain that had woven its way into her life.

His next question was gentle, a gesture that sought to bridge the gap between the years they had spent apart. "Does it still hurt?" he inquired, his voice low and tinged with a vulnerability that he had rarely shown. Y/n's response was honest, her eyes holding his as she offered a glimpse into her reality. "Some days more than others," she admitted, her words a testament to the resilience she had cultivated over the years.

As they sipped their tea, the room seemed to embrace the fragile peace that had settled between them. Y/n's eyes held a genuine curiosity as she turned the conversation toward him. "What have you been up to in these past years?" she asked, her voice gentle. Kaz's response was measured, his words guarded yet filled with a quiet certainty. "Just casual business."

The exchange led to a shift in the conversation, and he inquired about her life with equal curiosity. Y/n's smile held a hint of nostalgia as she began to speak of the man she had met—Ezra. His name resonated in the air, a key to unlocking the chapters of her life that had been hidden from him. "We got married," she explained, her gaze distant yet filled with a quiet contentment. "And a little while later, came the kids."

In the quiet of that moment, as the teacups sat forgotten between them, the years of separation seemed to fade into the background. The echoes of a past that had haunted them both began to soften, replaced by the tentative hope of a future that held the promise of healing and renewal.

@thescorpioscrow I changed some stuff, and for that I apologize. Writer’s block was not helping me. Hope you still enjoyed it!

[johnwickcaretaker]

OOC Post from the Author: Down with the High Table Summary

Here's a summary/masterlist of the events from the Down with the High Table roleplay, so that people can reread it more easily. I really like organizing things, if you couldn't tell. Events may be slightly out of order because timelines were converging and threads formed with multiple people, but I did my best to include all the posts and to faithfully summarize what we did. - @thewhumpcaretaker Tags for participants: @evren-sadwrn @rosevette @r1-jw-lover

As the numerous faked deaths of the High Table members and associates came to light, John Wick watched his friends turn against each other. Akira Shimazu pursued Caine, the D’Antonios, and the Marquis de Gramont on a vengeful murder spree. Gianna sought to kill her brother. The Marquis de Gramont was being hunted for failing to complete his contract against John.

John was angry.

He realized he had to bring them together against the system that had done so much damage to all of them. So he sought out the Bowery King to distribute a declaration of war on the High Table. First, he would take out High Table communications, preventing his allies from being stormed by hundreds of hitmen constantly (although hitmen would still converge on locations known to be important, such as the Continentals). Then, they would take out all High Table members and Continentals who opposed the revolution, along with their assets.

John spent the first night taking down the Accountants in New York, while others joined his cause around the world. The rebels took out communications in all other cities except Paris, where WUXIA Radio was putting up a significant resistance.

Meanwhile, the High Table members responded to the call. Akira reluctantly joined the rebellion because she didn’t want to be on John’s bad side. But she insisted that he promise her the Osaka Continental would be protected, to which he agreed, ordering all of Osaka’s rebels to defend the Continental. Gianna sided with the High Table, stating that it was her destiny to rule. The Marquis’ contract was expanded to include taking down the entire revolt, and in frustration with the High Table, she sided with John.

The Adjudicator responded to John’s declaration of war with a promise to take down the rebellion. They then asked Akira to stand down, and moved against the Osaka Continental when she refused.

While fighting commenced in Osaka, John flew to Italy to kill Gianna and tasked the Marquis with persuading WUXIA Radio to join their side. It was around this time that news of the rebellion reached Sofia Al-Azwar, and she offered her forces in support of John. Akira warmly welcomed her. After learning that John had teamed up with Vincent, Sofia sent reinforcements to Paris to keep an eye on him, because she was suspicious of his loyalties. She herself planned to go to Osaka to help Akira.

Gianna was preparing herself for the imminent fight, and for her probable death. John begged Gianna to reconsider, and Akira suggested that she ask John about life outside the High Table. Once John reached her, Gianna agreed to surrender if John would help her fake her death so that she could live a peaceful life of cats and gardening. He agreed, and announced her death.

The Marquis succeeded in persuading WUXIA Radio to side with them, because his ex worked there. He had also been sober for three days. John congratulated her on both accomplishments, and tasked him with taking down the Paris Continental, which had sided with the High Table.

The battle for Osaka had taken a turn for the worse, and Akira told John that she needed immediate support. He flew to Osaka, and not long after his arrival, The Adjudicator withdrew, and Akira announced the withdrawal. However, John sustained severe bullet wounds during the fight. He fell unconscious.

Meanwhile, the Marquis got a very emotionally manipulative email from The Adjudicator. Due to the stress, she abandoned his leadership of the Paris Continental fight and relapsed.

John woke up to see this and responded with frustration, before realizing that the Marquis had actually taken too much and passed out. John then wrote a long apology, unsure whether the Marquis would live to read it. He also shouted at The Adjudicator and hung up on them.

But there was no time to rest. He flew to Paris and took down the Continental, despite still having bullet wounds and a broken rib. He used adrenaline shots to get through the battle, and won, but suffered a small heart attack. Vincent awoke and the two reconciled. Still feeling protective over Vincent, John suggested that he seek shelter in New York, as he was incapacitated and couldn’t do much to help if anything happened to him. But Vincent refused, because she was scared of Winston after shooting Charon.

While the Paris drama was unfolding, Akira and Sofia were bonding over their shared annoyance with John and his war. Sofia flew to Osaka to help Akira rebuild, and expressed motherly affection for her, which made Akira very happy.

The Adjudicator continued to bicker with the Marquis, who asked John if she could blow up their Administrative Office. He responded, “Please do. In fact, that’s your new assignment: blow up the administration office as soon as you can.”

As Easter morning dawned in Europe, The Adjudicator told Sofia to stand down or see the Casablanca Continental deconsecrated. Sofia refused and began preparing for battle. She was still in Osaka, and John was not available to help. So she and Akira requested help from Katia. Katia agreed to send troops to Casablanca, and even gave a blood marker to Akira as assurance of her loyalty. Katia and The Adjudicator reached Casablanca in quick succession.

However, shortly after the battle began, Katia agreed to a “chat” with The Adjudicator. Concerned, Sofia prepared to fly to Morocco. Katia subsequently switched sides, so that the Casablanca was now outnumbered two-to-one. She also told The Adjudicator where Sofia’s daughter was hidden.

John and Sofia flew to rescue her daughter, leaving Akira to continue rebuilding the hotel. Sofia gave a rousing speech to keep her troops motiviated. Meanwhile, John and Akira continued to ponder why Katia would switch sides. When Winston told John that The Director had not been seen since last night, he realized that The Adjudicator’s forces must be holding her hostage in New York, using her as leverage against Katia. John began to have an internal crisis over The Director’s safety and his complicated feelings about his childhood.

Akira offered to go to New York to rescue The Director and made quick work of that task. Once there, she found that the situation in New York was not as stable as they had thought. The Adjudicator’s troops were preparing to attack the NY Continental. It would not be safe to bring Sofia’s daughter to NY as they had planned.

Simultaneously, John and Sofia fought their way through a hostile Berlin to the ballet studio where Katia’s hitmen were waiting to intercept them. John told Katia that The Director was no longer in danger, and she switched back to their side.

The Marquis successfully burnt down the Administration Office with all exits locked, causing The Adjudicator great distress which they expressed by writing an “EMERGENCY MEMORANDUM.”

John asked him to go to Casablanca, but he paid no attention and instead asked if he could start burning down High Table bases at will. John said yes.

John, Sofia, and Katia made the perilous journey back through Berlin to the airport, then flew to Osaka to drop off Sofia’s daughter. Sofia was still shaken by the danger her daughter had been through. After landing, John immediately got back on the plane to return to Casablanca.

As the final day of the revolution began in Europe, the Marquis informed John that he had destroyed the vehicles on the way to New York, as well as many bases, taking out most of The Adjudicator’s forces in the area and securing the region once more.

The Adjudicator, meanwhile, had continued to bicker with the Marquis, this time over his bounty. The Adjudicator tried to raise it even further, but was informed that the High Table did not have a sufficient budget for that.

As he flew back towards Morocco, John questioned The Adjudicator about their reasoning for siding with the High Table and taking such violent measures in its defense. They explained that they wished to restore order, and feared that John’s new world would be a dictatorship in which he was allowed to do anything he pleased on a whim, and let him subjects fight amongst themselves without restraint.

John explained that he hoped to hand over control of the High Table to an elected official (probably the Bowery King), and that he hoped the organization would become an ethically-run justice system operating outside of governments, acting for the protection of civilians. Upon realizing that such a system would need adjudication and a delicious amount of paperwork, The Adjudicator gladly switched sides and withdrew from Casablanca, effectively ending the war.

John announced that the High Table had fallen. He left the post-war reconstruction efforts and elections in the capable hands of Akira, Sofia, and the Marquis, and went home to rest. And finally, Sofia retired and went to live at Osaka with her daughter and Akira.

[pray-they-see-you]

𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔚𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩.

alt text: Pray to The One Who Watches, and They shall grant bliss eternal.

𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.

alt text: Step forth, young soul. There is much to see and much to learn here.

<< welcome, welcome! glad to see you've stumbled upon my humble little dsmp sona rp blog !! >>

<< my name is [REDACTED], but you can call me ace! boo works as well if you're coming from my c!ranboo rp blog @vibrant-eyed-one >>

<< some info about my sona/muse; they're usually known as The One Who Watches, mostly by their followers and other mortals, though their most common nickname outside of this is Spector >>

<< they go by they/them (tolerates he as well though it's rare outside of worship from followers) and serve as a guardian/spectator of sort, keeping a close eye on fate/destiny/how things are supposed to go/etc and ensuring that nothing intervenes with that >>

<< they're technically a repurposed mortal soul, they were once a player but their soul was repurposed upon their final death - due to a screwup in the ascension they have no memory of their mortal life and they have no defense against command codes, which leads to XD using them to toy with mortals (they're scared of him as of now, fully terrified of Prime as of post-smiting [like being in their presence alone will make them panic terrified] and are neutral about Venus) >>

<< some deets about their followers; they're known by the title the followers of the truth, having created the title themselves (spector had no part in this, their followers started using this on their own and they were like "alright i guess this is a thing now" lol) >>

<< tags; >>

#they watch... - roleplays

#answer their calls - answered asks

#amongst the gods - roleplays with other divine characters (usually gods/deities)

#let ace speak - ooc stuff

<< Spector drawings coming soon !! workin hard on a design for them wheeeee >>

<< dividers by @cafekitsune !! my eternal devotion to the makers of free-to-use dividers frfr <3 >>

[digi-dest-stories]

Miraculous Destiny AU Lore

OC characters in this AU! Most of these are reoccurring or important OCs in the school. There's only one that's not technically an OC and that's Liam. He's just possibly OOC, since I don't know much about him.

Some of them did get changed as I was writing this.

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Main/Secondary-

Alicia: One of Sammi's best friends and classmates! She's a big fan of animes, specifically ones that contain magical heroines. So when the superheroes appear, specifically Glitter Lucky, she fangirls (which is a bit awkward and flattering for Sammi). She'll try to constantly talk to the heroine whenever she sees her swinging around town and is always excited when they get to have an actual conversation. Outside of this, she's a very sweet girl who does her best to make everyone feel happy and included.

Blake: Another one of Sammi's best friends and classmates! A little more shy compared to Alicia, but still just as friendly. They enjoy hanging out with their little friend group, though they don't really talk much compared to everyone. They just kinda stay around in the background and listen to conversation around them. They don't enjoy getting roped into dangerous situations though, such as when Alicia wants to run off to watch the heroes despite the school telling them to go hide somewhere safe.

Tobias: A character who I changed to appear later on, as opposed to him immediately being part of the group. He's a new kid who arrived later on in the school year, transferring over from homeschooling. He was a bit reserved at first, preferring to keep his own company, before Sammi somehow roped him into her friend group. Despite their friendship, they know little about him, as he doesn't really talk about himself. He's whipsmart and observant, able to identify when Akumas or Digimon are about to be manifested.

Casey: One of Reiner's friends and his 'second-in-command'. They're a rather laid-back person who keeps their other friends in check and makes sure their boss/friend isn't too stressed. Though they're not a flashy hero like Dark Claw and Glitter Lucky, they still do their best to help out during Akuma/Digimon attacks. Usually just trying to herd civilians and bystanders out of the way, so that the heroes can get their job done without worrying about others. It takes a lot to get them upset or overly emotional.

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Completely Secondary (Mostly in the background but sometimes have important appearances)-

Liam: E.R.'s big brother! He's just as friendly and as goofy as his little brother, though much less accident-prone. Though friendly, he is somewhat overprotective of E.R. He won't protest against his hobbies, but he does disapprove of some of the more dangerous stunts. And his friendship with Riot, since he's still skeptical of his change in behavior. He's also good friends with the Mayor's son, Gary. He tries to encourage his friend's interests and hobbies, especially given how happy it seems to make him.

Vivian: One of E.R.'s friends, nicknamed Viv. She's got the biggest crush on him, which he is oblivious too (just like how she's oblivious to his obvious crush on someone else). She gets flustered around him easily, making it obvious. She's friendly, though a bit overwhelming and very chatty. She's also rather clumsy, seeming to trip on nothing but air most of the time. It's a fact that she's embarrassed by, though her friends reassure that it is alright and that she's fine.

Alexander: One of E.R.'s friends, nicknamed Alex. They met at a skatepark competition, where E.R. had accidentally been launched off a ramp and ended up crashing into him. The two became fast friends in the hospital room, sharing tips and tricks with one another. He's a hyperactive guy who enjoys the thrill of life and who is in the hospital almost as much as E.R. He doesn't have nearly as many broken bones though. He thinks the heroes are the coolest and gives them his full support.

Diana: One of E.R.'s friends, nicknamed Dia. The one who's a little more relaxed compared to everyone else. She prefers to just hang out and watch the others, usually being the one to persuade them away from the more dangerous stunts. It doesn't always work, given the nature of her friends, but she still tries. Like E.R., she keeps a medical kit on her just in case of emergencies - Which, between all the akumas and digimon and stuff, happens a lot. She really admires what the heroes do, though she worries about Lucky given her age.

Finn: A self-taught coder and self-proclaimed hacker who is homeschooled. He has declared Grayson as his 'rival', mostly out of jealousy and admiration of the other's computer skills. He always sets up competitions or puzzles to see how the two compare, keeping track on who wins the most. Despite their rivalry, they do hang out from time to time, because they're both just lonely kids at the end of the day. He doesn't have much company (or friends) otherwise. He's a sweet kid, if not a huge dork.

Sammi's Classmates (Just Names): Maria, Juniper, Tyrone, Dennis, Tyler, Henry, Vickey, Gale, Alva, Jake. They have some individual character traits that I won't delve into, at least not in this post.

Reiner's Friends (Just Names): Nico, Kenzo, Arata. Former members of his 'gang', now just a group of friends that like to hang out together. They do still treat him like he's their leader, though most of their actual commands come from Casey.

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Antagonistic Secondary-

Julianna: One of Henrietta's "friends". Typical mean girl, who talks trash about other people and enjoys playing cruel 'pranks'. She instigates the most of the bullying and pressures the other two into helping her. She's from a richer part of town, which is how she met Henrietta, though she only befriended the girl because she was the mayor's daughter. Her parents had told her to get close with her to make their own family look better. She's very unpleasant and little people enjoy her company, not even her friends.

Ariana: One of Henrietta's "friends". Another typical mean girl, who likes to listen to gossip and spread rumors about people. She's almost always scrolling on her phone, texting her friends or posting on social media. She's good at lying and can weasel her way out of any situation with the use of fake tears. She's convinced everyone she's the best of the three, even though she is actually the worst. She wormed her way into the friend group in order to gain a better status, since she's not from a well-known or prominent family.

Ivan + Chris: Riot's former friends, who used to help him bully other kids. They're still bullies themselves and pick on basically everyone in the school. Sammi's one of the few kids they leave alone, only because they're afraid of Reiner, who has previously beaten the shit out of them. They also leave Riot alone for the same reason - Like Reiner, he kicked their asses just by himself.

[tartarusrising-rp]

OOC INFO

Name/Alias: T Pronouns: He/They Age: 32 Timezone: GMT-3

IC INFO

Character Name: Sophia Barton Character Age: 40 Character Birthday (with year): May 1, 1984 Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/her Affiliation: Civilian Occupation: COO of a Business Conglomerate Faceclaim: Katie McGrath

BIOGRAPHY

Sophia Barton should be the heir to one of the most powerful business empires in the country. Should. This is what she had been trained for her entire life, anyway. While other teenagers were out partying and worrying about prom dates, Sophia was preparing for a future that had been planned out for her since before she was born.

She was good at it, too. Sophia excelled in that kind of structure and pressure. When she was finally old enough to take an official role in her mother's company, it was obvious to everyone she had what it took to succeed. Being Cordelia Barton's daughter came with its set of advantages and open doors, but Sophia earned what she got.

In fact, Sophia earned quite a bit more. Thanks in no small part to her business acumen, Barton Industries saw a growth much more expansive than projected, and it seemed like it would be a matter of time until Cordelia retired and let Sophia fully take control of their empire for good.

That never happened. In fact, Cordelia made sure to accept most of the credit for the growth of the company, both privately and publicly, and little by little made her intentions clearer and clearer: she wasn't going to retire; the company wouldn't be Sophia's for a long time.

Sophia's frustration with the turn of events was difficult to hide, as much as she supported her mother publicly. Her destiny was being kept from her, and no matter how much she tried to convince her mother to let go, she never inched closer to success.

What Sophia didn't expect was for help to come from the outside — and from nefarious means to boot. Of course she was aware that Tartarus existed and likely walked among her peers, but she never saw herself as a potential ally; and that was exactly what was offered.

For inside information and access, they offered to undermine Cordelia's influence and boost her own, and resources to build her own empire should she choose, and the death Barton Industries.

It felt too easy, that certainly it was her mother's move to find a reason to get rid of her for good, but the more she was contacted, the more she was convinced the offer was true. Another matter completely was whether to accept it — Sophia had always played it by the book. Fiercely, yes, but without breaking a single law. Did she have it in her to change that?

The answer was no, until Cordelia told her to her face she didn't have what it took to run her company without her help. That night Sophia shared the information she had about a merger she conducted with her informant in Tartarus. A week later, one of her mother's loyalists in the board of directors disappeared mysteriously during an international trip.

It cannot be denied that the deal is working in her favor but also guilt and uncertainty have started to creep in. Cheating was never her way of solving problems, and neither was violence. Either way, however Sophia may feel about her choices, it is far too late to change her mind now.

[shhlima]

Congratulations JANA, you have been accepted into the University of Lima as BREE BROWN!! To keep your spot at UoL make sure that you send us your account within 24 HOURS and complete the CHECKLIST. But beware, Shady Lima is just waiting to expose your secret!

OOC INFO

NAME/ALIAS: Jana PRONOUNS: she/they AGE: 33 TIMEZONE: est ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7/10 mon, wed and fri are tougher days for me PREVIOUS RP BLOG: [removed for privacy] ANYTHING ELSE?: nope!

INTRODUCTION

Hey, Lima, I’m BREE BROWN but everyone calls me BREE, I identify as a CIS WOMAN and use SHE/HER pronouns. I was born on FEBRUARY 16 making me TWENTY years old and an AQUARIUS. Most people call me the ICE QUEEN, maybe that’s because I am INTELLIGENT but also GUARDED. If I had to describe my vibe, I would say it revolves around PERFECTLY MANICURED NAILS, FLAWLESS SKIN AND A FUCK ASS BOB. Of course there is one thing I hope no one ever finds out, and that's THAT I MAKE ONLY FANS CONTENT. Anyway, on a more fun note, people always say I look like RYAN DESTINY.

FAMILY INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: Westerville, Ohio, USA FAMILY: Brown TYPE OF SIBLING: full BIRTH ORDER: middle PARENTS STATUS: married POSSIBLE SIBLINGS: full, half and/or adopted

SCHOOL DATA

YEAR IN SCHOOL: Junior MAJOR/MINOR: Philosophy Major (pre-law) & African American Studies Minor EXTRACURRICULARS: cheerleading (tumbler) & Mathletes LIVING QUARTERS: two bedroom off campus apartment OCCUPATION: OnlyFans content creator (anonymous)

HEADCANONS

Growing up her parents demanded absolute perfection out of her because what purpose was there in doing something if you weren’t going to perfect it. she has spent her whole life pushing herself beyond what an average person could handle and it has built her into a gifted and brilliant young woman but it has also fostered impossible standards that have made her critical and judgmental toward others and herself.

Despite her impenetrable and untouchable fortress of an exterior, she is a deeply sensitive and insecure person who is most insecure about her inability to attain perfection, even though, logically, she knows it's impossible, it's how she was raised, it's what her parents have always expected of her. Because of this she has always prioritized succeeding and overachieving which has left her feeling as though she is always on the outside and that she is alone. No matter how many teams or groups she joins, there is everyone else and then there’s her. it’s made her the kind of person who pushes people away before ever really getting close to them.

Given all of the pressures and expectations thrust upon her every second of everyday by her parents, her coaches, her professors and herself, it shouldn't be surprising that, two decades in, she needed an escape. Truly, she tried everything, roller sating, cooking, both of which she loves but when that didn't help, she tried kickboxing, she tried music, she tried painting, nothing seemed to quiet her mind and let her feel... free. Then on a whim, she created an instagram, laydee_lilith, she just wanted a space where she could be herself anonymously. It wasn't until she posted a bikini photo that she started getting more engagement, even without showing her face.

It is worth noting that she is not an easy person to get to know, she is not an easy person to love, she will test you in a million different ways rooting for your failure while secretly hoping for your success. However, if you manage to gain her trust, her loyalty and her love there is no mountain she won’t climb, no ocean she won’t swim, there is nothing she wouldn’t do for you.

Feeling wanted and desired was fine, but what made being laydee_lilith so addicting was feeling like she could be anyone. For once Bree didn't have to be perfect, she didn't have to be much of anything, she could just exist in her body and it was enough. So when her following said she should start an OnlyFans, she did. Now a year and a half after she first created her instagram, she feels pretty good about her ability to be who everyone wants her to be and have laydee_lilith just for her.

[soraavalon]

DM: [something] is like 'Hey guys, isn't it weird have you guys ever noticed that there's always six of us?' Tark (OOC): *laughs* Yeah! DM: 'Even when one of us isn't there, there's somebody else comes in immediately and there's always like six of us, isn't that weird?' Tark (OOC): Except that no one can take the place of Tark, 'cause he is like irreplaceable. DM: Yeah, but he's not around sometimes. Moriarty (OOC): The one time he didn't show up Nathaniel got grabbed... Tark (OOC): Alright! Alright alright! Tark still feels guilty about that, leave him alone! Moriarty (OOC): *laughing* Eudora (OOC): It's definitely Tark's fault. Tark (OOC): Yeah! He thinks so. Eudora (OOC): The only reason that happened is because Tark wasn't there. Tark (OOC): Yeah! DM: Tark is a narcissist, of course he thinks that. Tark (OOC): I know, that's what I'm saying. Nathaniel (OOC): Fruits, say your thing. Marigold (OOC): Oh, I was saying have we ever noticed that the Bag Man and Tark are never in the same place? -laughter- Tark (OOC): Ah, you foiled my plan! Marigold (OOC): He's always carrying around a Bag of Holding. Tark (OOC): You uncovered my plan! My Bag Man plan. DM: [something] Bag of Holding. Stealing hot boys. Tark's the Bag Man. Tark (OOC): Tark's the Bag Man. Eudora (OOC): Confirmed. Tark (OOC): #Tark'stheBagMan DM: It's a slippery slope from creating Dispel Magic to crawling into the Arcane Weave. Tark (OOC): Right? Nathaniel (OOC): Oh my god. Tark (OOC): You never know. The Bag Man could be outside of time, so it could be that Tark turns into the Bag Man. And then goes back and is like 'You're kind of cute.' Nathaniel (OOC): I think I've [something] about Moriarty. Moriarty becomes the Bag Man. There's so much potential here. Tark (OOC): There is. DM: We know time is weird in Relni. Nathaniel (OOC): Nathaniel himself could be the Bag Man, who knows? DM: True. We know time is weird in Relni 'cause there was the whole thing with the Saints of the Sunmaker. Tark (OOC) & Hunt (OOC): Yep. DM: That he was like 'I'm picking twelve in this order... Oh shit, wait they're not being born in that order. Meh, it'll be fine. They'll figure it out.' Tark (OOC): It'll all work out. Eudora (OOC): Something something saints, destiny, something something. DM: Yeah. Tark (OOC): Something mumble mumble, I don't know what to do, mumble mumble.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, KAFKA. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: kyuu age: 29 pronouns: any ooc contact: twitter/tumblr @ kyuu333 other characters in xc: ryuunosuke naruhodou (ace attorney), an shiraishi (project sekai), missile (ghost trick)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Kafka age: Unknown (25+) pronouns: he/she/they series: Honkai Star Rail canon point: version 2.0 (Penacony part 1) app triggers: manipulation, mind control, spider & insect motif

personality:

Kafka is very amicable on the surface. She always seems friendly, calm, and elegant, never really losing her cool or getting angry. She approaches everything with an air of curiosity and playfulness. However, there's always something unsettling about how she carries herself. She has a dangerous aura, and her honeyed words are difficult to trust…unless she forces you to trust them. She has many secrets and enjoys being mysterious, so it's hard to tell when she's being genuine.

While she's always lighthearted and smiling, she is capable of murder and manipulation without batting an eye, and is definitely not above petty larceny. She has a habit of not following rules. If people try to kill her, she’ll return the favor. She has a bit of a sadistic streak and likes to “play with her food” to be dramatic. Among the Stellaron Hunters, she’s the one who most resembles a deadly thespian. She has no problem with collapsing societies and dooming worlds if it's needed to complete her missions. Business is business, after all.

Outside of that commitment, however, she seems to hold no intense ill will towards anyone, especially not towards innocent or ignorant parties. She’s self aware about her reputation and doesn’t take any scorn or harsh words personally.

She enjoys violin, classical music, and very fancy coats.

something your muse struggles with: an inability to feel any fear at all.

your muse’s greatest strength: an uncanny ability to keep her cool at all times, which helps her play mind games.

history / background:

Kafka is an infamous outlaw known across the stars, yet much about her remains a mystery to the public. She is a human hailing from the planet Pteruges-V, “New Babylon,” a world contaminated by Stellaron. The people living there are unable to feel fear, and she is no exception. She was a Devil Hunter, hunting people who had become “devils” when their lack of fear drove them to be dominated by desire and pleasure.

One day, someone named Elio, “Destiny's Slave,” approached her and recruited her to join the Stellaron Hunters. Her lack of fear leaves a void in her heart and mind that she can't comprehend. Elio promised her that if she worked with him, he could help her change that part of her. Thus, she became his second in command and a menace across galaxies and beyond. She and another Stellaron Hunter named Sam were Elio’s earlier members – they worked together to recruit Blade and Silver Wolf, following Elio's instructions. All of the Hunters follow his “script,” as he has the ability to see future possibilities. They regularly go on missions to ensure that they are headed towards their desired destiny; oftentimes it involves stealing Stellaron. The heinous crimes that Kafka and the others commit across worlds are, presumably, all part of the script. It’s possible that some of it is just for fun, though.

At some point, Elio brought Stelle/Caelus – a vessel artificially created to house Stellaron – to Kafka, and told her that the two of them would change each other. They are each other's destiny. Kafka became their mentor and taught them everything – general knowledge, common sense, and how to fight. Afterwards when she dropped them off at Herta Space Station so that they’d be recruited to the Astral Express, she wiped their memory of her.

powers / abilities:

Spirit Whisper - with the right words, she can manipulate minds. This ability allows her to do a variety of things to someone's psyche, from temporarily taking control of their actions and thoughts to erasing entire memories. If she wants to be flashy about it, she can conjure strings of energy resembling spider silk, and whoever it touches falls under her control. The strings are also capable of physical damage.

Lightning Aspect - she's able to apply shock damage to her every attack, which can cause lingering DoT (damage over time). As she belongs to the path of Nihility, the DoT effect is quite potent. It’ll last, and it’ll hurt.

inherent abilities: 

-incredible agility, made more impressive that she can be this fast in heels

-impressive combat prowess, from her experience as a Devil Hunter

items / weapons:

-a katana with a red blade

-two sub machine guns

starting ability: Spirit Whisper starting item: katana

extra: 

-She’s named after the Bohemian Jewish novelist Franz Kafka, and her design is specifically inspired by The Metamorphosis with all her insect motifs.

-Her bounty back home is 10.899 billion credits, which is the highest bounty between her, Silver Wolf, and Blade.

-She’s pan and fuck it I’m giving her all the gender.

-I’m gonna be REAL meta here and say that Elio foresaw the mfrp isekai incoming and warned Kafka about it. However, all he told her is to not be concerned, as it won’t alter the script. So she was like okay <3 yay <3. She knows absolutely nothing about the premise coming in and she prefers it this way. It’s more fun.

discord id: nessun.dorma. passcode: my criminal wife i like her

[the-king-andthe-lionheart]

Considering how the fandom behaves, if any other character heard the voice of their dead father coming out of a heart tree to give advice and strength to his child, they’d never shut up about it.  We know from experience that Stansa’s take the most innocuous things and overblow them and talk about it at length.  If what happened to Arya happened to Sansa we’d never hear the end of it.  It would be dissected and interpreted as Sansa having some great magical destiny, and that it means she’ll be the next ruler of Winterfell, etc. etc.  But because it happened to Arya, everyone dismisses it, says it was nothing but Bran when there is legitimately no proof it was him, and then never discusses it.  Everything about Arya’s arc is dismissed and never discussed in the general fandom because people hate that she’s a Key Five Player and one of the heroes of the story.  She’s constantly mischaracterized to the point of completely shredding her character and she’s constantly demonized and relegated as a “weapon” or a “lapdog”.  So yeah. we Arya fans are going to keep talking about this and calling people out and trying to make fans of the books see that what they think they know about Arya (because either they’ve never read her chapters, or shallowly did so, or let the show establish clear biases against Arya’s character even though Arya was OOC in the show since Day 1, or let extremely biased anti Arya meta and analysis influence them) is wrong.  And we know it’s wrong because every time I see someone discussing Arya outside of our group, it’s always garbage fanon.  For instance, someone the other day legitimately said in the ASOIAF that Arya’s favorite song was the Danny Flint song and how messed up that was because that song was about r*pe.  This was completely untrue.  But apparently a quote by Wyman Manderly in ADWD (a quote by the way was not saying “Arya” likes the Danny Flint song, but a song about the Long Night, so this person also can’t read to save their lives), a man who barely knows Arya, apparently knows what song Arya likes.  Yeah, sure.  Like I said, garbage interpretation and a blatant mischaracterization of Arya making her seem like some sick monster who loves songs about SA.  And this is what we have to deal with on a daily basis.

"The fandom: *crickets*"

Do you consider yourself and the many Arya stans and others who have talked about this to not be part of the fandom, then?

This, lady and gentlemen and non-binary folks, is a trap... But you know what, I feel like taking the bait.

I am part of said fandom but because I'm part of it, does that mean I am not allowed to criticize it ? Am I not allowed to feel annoyed when my favorite character is treated badly by the fandom and call people out when I feel like it ? This is still my blog, if you were annoyed by the generality, then just block me and move on.

Genuinely why are you there ? Don't you have anything better to do. ? This not the first time I've talked about Arya and how I think she is badly treated by the fandom in general and it's probably not going to be the last time.

[labyrinthus-magici]

Im down for the count still for health stuff but I just wanted to stop by and say ur all fuckin valid and ily