#SHE HAS HSI BODY

[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

GUYS IT IS NOT GOJOVER

SHOKO HAS GOJOS BODY

[luvvyouforever]

exclusively yours - sdv harvey x reader!

-> synopsis: harvey realizes some things about himself and one of those is that he can't stand it when other people look at what's his.

-> warning: NSFW MDNI MDNI MDNI SMUT! jealous harvey mhm. a touch of dom harvey what can i say. slight shane slander nothing too mean. a bit wordy. you've been warned.

-> a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i wrote this whenever i had time free over the course of a week when i should be doing homework.

there's a rare fire in his eyes that night at the stardrop saloon. he's not sure what it is that he's feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knows for certain that he doesn't like the way shane's eyes rake over your flower dance dress that you had been wearing since this morning when you danced with the doctor, and not shane.

he's reminding himself of the ring on your finger, the farm that you live in together, the bouquets you've gifted him, the necklace that took ages to procure because the weather had to be just right. and yet, none of that is easing the jealousy threatening to bubble up over the surface.

the lust in shane's gaze becomes even more apparent as the crowd dwindles. he's talking to you and harvey can barely make out the words coming out of his mouth, but then there's a touch to your elbow that was well-timed to come after a joke you just made, and now harvey is striding over, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders to stare at shane.

"what was so funny?" he asks and the interested inflection in his tone is entirely fake. "i know my wife has such a keen sense of humor, doesn't she?" you don't miss the emphasis he puts on 'wife.'

shane's grown awkward now, and he shifts hsi weight from one foot to the next. he's been caught and there's nothing much he can do to salvage this situation. "yeah, uh, she just made a joke about summer. nothing serious. sorry," he stumbles out.

"mhm, yeah. so, we'll see you around?" harvey says which effectively ends the conversation and forces shane back into the booth he was originally sitting down in. with a breath of relaxation, he turns to you with a different kind of fire in his eyes. one that makes you shiver with palpable excitement. "ready to go home?"

you nod and his hand moves from your shoulder down to the small of your back to give you just a slight push away from prying eyes and out the door of the saloon.

neither of you speak on the way home and it feels like even the nature around you is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen when the door to your farmhouse swings open. the farmhouse becomes visible in the distance and there's a sudden weakness in your legs. subconciously, both you and harvey pick up speed until you find yourself speed-walking to the front door.

he wastes no time in pulling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door and, ever the gentleman, letting you go in first.

once he shuts the door behind him, his hand immediately finds the small of your back again and you feel your body inch closer to the bedroom. anticipation grows and grows until your back is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and harvey's stature is looming over yours.

this is new, this is unexplored, this is uncharted territory. harvey had never once been anything other than unadulterated sweetness in the bedroom. he cared about your pleasure, your comfort, and your enjoyment more than anything. but now there was something calling to him to give into this urge building in the pit of his stomach.

harvey's hand crawls from its position by his side, up the curves of your stomach, then stops at the base of your head. a soft gesture tilts your chin upwards so you're looking directly into his brown eyes. you feel small underneath his intense gaze, but it's certainly not a bad feeling.

"you know," he begins with a breath, "i've never considered myself a jealous person." you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling warmth grow from your core and radiate outwards. "but...the way shane was looking at you tonight...i think we just need a small reminder about who you belong with."

there was so much intensity behind his words despite them coming out in a soft drawl. you could have buckled right there on the doorframe but his body was caging you in so that there was no way you'd fall.

with a breath and a swallow, your hand travels from your side to his waist. "then remind me," you tease.

harvey's eyes darken and something about this excited you to no end. his strong hands bring you close to his chest and his lips hurriedly meet yours. they intertwine in a mess, teeth clashing, tongues bumping, but it sets your entire body alight. with ease, harvey inches you away from the doorframe and to the bed where you fall down onto the soft mattress. the white dress on your body falls around your waist, revealing the underwear you had on.

then, harvey growled. like truly, really growled as if something had took over him in these few seconds. he had been suppressing this urge to be with you intensely for fear of hurting you or embarrassing himself. but he's spurred on by your moans and the heat he feels radiating from between your legs.

after making out so roughly that your lips are left feeling numb, harvey's hands travel down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. with a strong tug, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and sits on his knees in front of you. he'd regret placing so much pressure on his aging knees in the morning, but that didn't matter now. what mattered now was making you cum to the point that you are unable to think of another man but him.

without much warning, harvey's mouth met your core. you threw your head back to the bed, letting out a moan that made you glad you lived so far from any other person. he was like a man possessed, seeking some salvation in the wetness growing and growing in between your legs.

he pulled away, but not for long as his fingers gripped the hem of your underwear and slid them down your thighs, calfs, and off your feet. for a second, he sat on his knees, marveling at your pleasure and whispered, "you must really like this, huh?"

his voice was laced with lust and darkness. before you could even respond, his mouth met your middle again and every part of your body lurched forward, in awe of the pleasure he was giving you. there was a coil in the pit of your stomach that was growing, wounding around itself, tightening with every stroke of harvey's tongue against you.

"harv! fuck!" you managed to choke out. you could feel his lips tilt upward in a smile, and just when you thought there was no possible way it could get better than this, his finger teased at your hole before plunging in. harvey's anatomical knowledge guided his finger upward, curling up to the spot that sends you reeling.

his name was a prayer on your lips as that coil tightened till the point you think it might snap. you could no longer hold it when harvey added in a second finger, curling both upwards and creating a pressure that pulled the coil till it all fell apart. you were a mess, hair sprawled on the comforter, dress halfway up your body, wetness dripping from harvey's fingers.

he leans back on his knees, eyes blown wide with lust. his lips glisten and his carefully groomed hair and mustache are destroyed. he's breathing heavily, but he didn't stop his frenzy there. with rushed movements, he tugs off his tie, his button down, his undershirt till there was nothing adorning his body.

"need this off," he mumbles, pulling at the hem of your dress. you come out of your daze to rise up and slide the dress off your body. "jesus...," he whispers. he rises from his spot on the floor and gestures for you to scoot up to the bed. slowly, his body comes over yours and once again you become caged in his grip and his scent. "do i tell you that you're beautiful enough? because if i don't i need some sense slapped into me."

heat floods in your cheeks at his words. harvey, ever the kind gentleman, was a whole other person entirely. for a second, you wonder if you could tease more possessiveness out of him. he was already delirious with pleasure. what could a little more hurt?

"i'm glad you think so too, dr. harvey. shane really thinks i'm the best looking person in this whole town," you say with a smirk tilting your lips upward.

that fire reignites in his eyes again. in seconds, his hands come to your wrists and you feel pinned against the bed. his chest is rising and falling with intensity.

"if i hear another man's name on your lips tonight, you're getting it," he threatens.

and, because you can, you push him further. "shane. alex. sam. sebastian. lew-"

in a renewed sense of dominance, harvey clamps his hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. "i don't think you'll be able to talk when i'm done with you," he says, voice just slightly above a whisper.

"prove it," you whisper back.

harvey smiles with something sinister lurking beneath the service. he stands from the bed, eyes never leaving yours and tugs off his belt, then his pants. with no flourish, his length comes out, irresistibly hard from the night's activities. he climbs back on top of you, settling his center in front of yours. he's barely touching your core but it's sending you arching upwards.

"i don't think shane could manage making you feel this good, you know?" he teases your entrance. "i mean, if you'd like to try, go ahead, but you'll come back to me crying because he can't make you cum like this." slowly, he slides himself in. you let out an unearthly moan that is met with his own grunts. "you're all mine. no one else's." he fully enters you then, hitting as far back as he could manage.

he drags himself out, then slowly enters back in. it's torturous. horrible. so awfully frustrating.

"please, harv. more!" you beg. he kept up his slow pace, barely budging. "need you more." you sound just as pathetic as you feel.

"can shane make you feel this good?" he asks.

so that's what he wanted from you. "no!" you plead.

"are you all mine, then?"

"yes, all yours!"

"exclusively mine?"

"exclusively yours!"

at those final words, harvey fucks into you again with a quicker, rougher pace. this was what you needed more than air. your hands fly to his arms where your nails dig into the skin there. he would wake up with marks that remind him of the night, but maybe that was your purpose in doing so.

harvey is stretching you out in the most perfect of ways and the closeness of his body to yours sends shivers all over you. his hands are desperately clinging to every part of your exposed skin and his chest rises quickly in attempts to catch his breath. nothing could stop him from his actions right now. all he can focus on is the way you feel so tight around him, the way you're moaning his name, and the way he has to hold in his orgasm until you've came all over him.

which isn't too far away. it's building with every deep, powerful thrust he makes. he's hitting spots inside of you that he hadn't before. it's blissful, filthy, and perfect. in the middle of your ecstacy, you make a note to draw out harvey's jealous side more.

"fuck," he grunts out. it's so strange to hear such filthy language coming from your husband who balked any time you said swear words. "you're so fucking tight for me, huh?"

his dirty words pull out a loud moan from you which seemed to spur harvey on even further. his thrusts lost their rhythm and his breath became rapid. he was close and so were you. with urgent moves, you wrap your legs around his waist which sends his length inside of you as deep as it can go. your eyes meet with a silent agreement.

your moans mingle together, filling the room with lewd noises. your name is repeated over and over again until the moment you both feel that release toppling over the edge, filling your bodies head to toe with pure bliss. his body doesn't still, but instead he returns to the slow pace he began with, pumping his cum deep inside you.

after some breaths and stilled movements, he pulls out with a slick noise and falls to your side. his arms open up in a silent request for you to lay on his chest and you oblige. the bed is destroyed, your bodies are sweaty, and there's certainly something leaking out of you onto the sheets. but sheets can be washed, beds can be made, and showers can be had.

all that matters is that you were exclusively his, and shane could never make you feel like that.

[heissenn]

𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 jinhsi x fem! reader the story of two children, of a thief and a magistrate. and how two worlds, contrasting each other like heaven and soil, collide and mold into one.

TAGS: fluff. 2k words. in celebration of jinhsi rerun. dedicated to all jinhsi stans out there.

your small body felt smaller under the towering racks and piles of supplies, the numerous shelves brimming with bread, cheese and spices felt endless and for a moment you thought about how many winters it would take to empty even one. however, there’s no time to pick and choose, you’re more than aware your presence is not welcomed here and time’s running out.

three loaves of bread. your hand grabs another one without any second thought, another loaf could spell your survival through the upcoming winter. your eyes land on the selection of meat: chicken, deer, pig. they join the bread and cheeses in your worn out sack. you reach out to a basket of freshly picked fruits on the table that was a little too tall for you. but before you can sack them, bright light surges behind you suddenly and your body automatically flew to swiftly hide before your mid could process what was happening.

the light moves closer, growing brighter and wider with each step. the smell of metal and dust fills you as take cover in a cabinet filled with cooking utensils but you kill any signs of breathing just like any other time you’ve been caught.

there were no sounds of footsteps and if it weren’t for the light, you wouldn’t have thought there were anybody else beside you. the grip on your small knife tightens and you swing just in time when the cabinet door is forcefully opened. but the tip of your cheap blade unfortunately met the air as your arm was caught by a gentle, soft yet forceful hand.

your ragged breaths come to a halt when you realize a girl your age stands before you. normally, you would’ve given more thought as to why a child is loitering the kitchen of the mt. firmament city hall but you had more pressing matters to worry about. you put more weight into your arm at an attempt to free yourself from her vices or to slash at her, whichever works. but her grip was too powerful for someone so petite.

a shadow crosses your face and your features form into a grim expression. you’ve never been caught before and you were certainly not about be caught now especially by a child like you. your breaths that you tried so hard to calm slowly spill from your throat and became the only sound in the vast kitchen. the light grows strong and only then did you realize it wasn’t blinding white but yellow and golden.

there was only one in the city hall that could emit powerful golden light who was around your age, even a peasant like you have heard of her. “the magistrate” your young brain couldn’t catch up to the fact that the future magistrate of jinzhou is standing before you. and she just caught you stealing.

“future. right now i’m just hsi,” she corrects you. “you must be the thief that has been plaguing the city hall these past few days.” the small smile she directed was kind and you think it suited her innocent features, you think she looked more like a playmate rather than the future leader of your country.

the white eyes that peered at you brimmed with too much curiosity one should have when addressing an intruder. she didn’t look mad even though your other arm is heavy with carrying the sack filled with foods you stole from her. “look, i’ll leave this sack and all the stolen goods just don’t tell on me,” you bargain but the desperation in your voice made it sound like a plead.

“why do you steal? it is against the law, there are harsh punishments waiting for thieves like you,” she asks as if you were a puzzle she couldn’t make anything of.

even with your prepubescent mind you think it made sense that she couldn’t comprehend your actions. she has been sheltered her whole life, what would she know about the unforgiving coldness that bites your skin during winters or the merciless gangs that lurk in the shadow of the streets or the countless deaths you’ve witnessed just because they didn’t have enough to live. it wasn’t her fault she wasn’t exposed to the unkind experiences that haunt you every day.

but it still filled you with rage, that someone as old as you can lead a life so different from yours.

“life is very different outside these walls, princess,” you bite at her. and to her, your sudden anger must be misplaced and confusing. but her hands that were free from callouses or her skin that was clean of any mud or bruises further proves the contrasting worlds you both live in. “you’d know if you actually come out of this little shelter of yours.”

you cast your head down after your little tantrum. hsi’s hold weakened and you took it as your chance to yank it out of her grip. you waste no time pointing your knife at her but she didn’t look the least bit threatened. “keep the sack, then,” she voices.

“i’ll let you go and speak not a word to anyone.” the light surrounding the both of you glows a brighter. “but do not let me catch you twice.” and you took it as your cue to flee into the night where the horrors of reality awaits you.

‘princess’

the word echoes through hsi’s head. she’d heard of ‘magistrate’, ‘young madam’, and many other variations but never ‘princess’.

it felt unnatural to be called something that exists only in stories. unnatural like the name ‘jinhsi’. a heavy name she would bear when she gets appointed the title of magistrate.

princess don’t get chosen; they were born in royalty. they also don’t have sentinels to guide them.

the future magistrate wonders if princess have playmates. were they allowed to chase butterflies? dance in the rain?

hsi finds herself wanting to meet you again despite being the one to threaten you if you ever show your face again. the nights where her feet leads her to the kitchen increases. and so does her burning curiosity. she had never seen a kid her age before. nor had she met a thief before. nor a young thief.

hsi walks up the grand staircase after another rendezvous in the kitchen, it isn’t good for young girls to miss sleep. especially if they have lessons about trade and policy to listen to the next day.

there were only several steps left until she reaches the corridor to her bedroom when she heard a ruckus outside. she leans on her tippy toes over the huge window that showcase the city below to get a better look.

her eyes widen just a little when a small figure carrying a familiar old sack entered her vision. her sight was pinned on you that she didn’t realize you were chased down by enforcers. and it seemed that you didn’t as well as you were struck by a flying object. hsi’s hands grip the windowsills as she watch you tumble. you picked yourself up before you could hit the ground and although wobbly you continue to run from the men chasing you.

hsi peeled herself away from the scene and bolts down the staircase she just climbed before she could understand what she was doing. she had a brief realization that it was her first time sneaking out but the thought was pushed further in her mind when the chilly air pricked her skin as she opens the small door reserved for servants.

she could've turned back, forget what she had seen and tuck herself back to bed. she should’ve. but the young hsi didn’t

instead, she ran toward your direction.

you ran.

until the men behind you were replaced by endless tall trees that casts spooky shadows under the moonlight.

you pant as you lean your back against a sturdy trunk. the sack lays secure in your hold and you open it to check if the item you ventured out for was still there. your eyes landed on a box. it looked too simple to be the cause of an entire ruckus.

medicine.

your fingertips touch the simple woodwork to open it but the sound of a twig splitting echoed through the thick forest. the sack in your hands is closed and slung in your back in one swift motion. you climb the tree and settle on the lowest branch.

the shadow of a figure comes closer. and with it comes a light colored in a shade of gold you’ve had the chance of seeing up close before. confusion settles in your stomach.

soon, your suspicions were confirmed as hsi treads the woods ever so silently.

‘was she here to catch you and deliver you to the men after you?’ the thought flashed for a second but it seemed unlikely. an important figure such as her wouldn’t be doing things outside her post. then, did she come here in her volition? maybe she is just out for a walk and her actions didn’t concern even a little. but, a walk at this hour?

before you can think about her actions any further, the subject of your thoughts turned her head up and white eyes met yours sharply, leaving with no choice but to meet her at the ground.

“to what do i owe the pleasure, princess?” you ask as you dust yourself while approaching her closer.

“what did you steal this time?” her forehead had the littlest of crease and you would’ve thought she looked cute if it weren’t for the situation.

“did you really come all the way here to ask that, princess? you could’ve just asked the enforcers. im sure they’d be more than happy to answer,” you say as you walk around her in circles, wearing a small smile that you hope masks the tension you feel.

her sight remains on you and her white eyes moves with every step you take. it looked so slivery and silky under the moonlight you were sure it can replace the moon above.

hsi opens her mouth to reply but before any sound leaves your mouth, a loud rumble shook the ground. leaves fells from tree and birds stirred from their nests. the smile on your face turned sour. you turn to the girl beside you, “looks like playtime is over.”

too much confrontation within a day. and all of them with faces you did not want to meet. a sigh leaves your lips as you grab hsi’s hand and ran towards the opposite direction of the roar.

“wha-”

“tacet discords are coming. we have to hurry,” you cut her off as prominent fear and panic coats your voice. times likes these makes you realize how juvenile you are; it makes you want to hug your trembling body and to hide behind someone else.

you and hsi ran as fast you can until you see a familiar cave. you point at the small and seemingly insignificant opening. “there, that’s our base.” your hand squeezed hers as the ground moves again. you’ve flee far enough but safety is not ensured as long as you were outside.

you both headed towards the entrance of the cave in haste.

hsi didn’t know what she was expecting but she knew it wasn’t this.

“big sister!”

a handful of kids younger than her run towards you. you pick one of them up and you ruffle the hair of another. “miss me?” she heard you say beside her. repku never came as the kids’ attention suddenly turned to her.

“you brought a friend!”

“who is she? is she gonna be joining us from now?”

“wow, her clothes are fancy.”

comments were thrown at her all at once and hsi felt a little hot under all the gazes. she smiled at them in return and looked to you for help. you just giggle at the scenery in front of you and did nothing to pull them away from the overwhelmed magistrate.

“no. she’ll just be staying with us for tonight.” hsi noticed that your smile seemed more genuine and your expression was softer than your usual grin. she thinks softness looks good on you.

“why don’t you guys play with her while i have to go do something?” you suggest and before you walk away you turn to her one more time. “have fun, princess. don’t worry they don’t bite. i think”

hsi watches as you saunter off somewhere else and disappear from her sight, leaving her with kids looking up at her with shining eyes. the smile she gave them was warmer than the fire that was crackling at the middle of the cave.

“are you big sister’s playmate? that’s great! she doesn’t have anyone to play with other than us.” a little kid who looks no younger than nine tugs at hsi’s hand. and she didn’t have the heart to deny the statement when all the other kids started celebrating so she said, “i am.”

“she always takes care of us but never herself.” she heard from someone beside her. another one adds, “yeah, so take care of her for us!”

the future magistrate knew then that she chose right following you. now, she has confirmation that you are more than what meets the eye, the gut feeling that filled her during that fateful encounter in the kitchen.

after a few moments of answering the children’s whims and wishes, hsi felt like her cheek could burst from smiling. it felt like a piece in her childhood puzzle has been found. the happiness that comes from children playing with other children.

she wanders around and it didn’t take long to find you hunched over a body laying on a stack of hay. it took her a few seconds of hesitation to finally approach you.

“were the medications for her?” she asks as silent and as soft as she could as her eyes fix on the sleeping little girl. “yes. its gotten worse but the things i brought should be enough.”

the crack in your juvenile voice made her realize that you were just a kid like her, like them. but responsibilities and experience does not care for one’s age. she knows that.

suddenly, you stand up and face her and under the crackling embers of the torches lining the walls, she sees a glimpse of tears drying on your cheeks.

“we’re a few hours from sunrise. you need to get back to the town hall before they notice you’re gone.” you grab her hand, cold yet soft. hsi had to swallow a refusal, you were right but she couldn’t help but want to stay for a little longer.

both of you walk through the forest again, this time no monster disturbed you and no conversation was shared. hsi went home that day with a deeper understanding of the person that was you and a hooter curiosity.

it would be years till her curiosity was sated.

she didn’t meet you the next day or day after that, or the weeks and months. you weren’t there when she had to leave hongzhen. and you weren’t there when she became jinhsi as well.

jinhsi fights the monsters hurling at her, her energy was already depleted even before coming here but she felt dried up now. but she couldn’t give up, the road stretches on far ahead and juè is waiting for her.

she parried one strike but another is coming from her back. she unleashes her resonance ability but the hordes did not falter one bit, more were still coming behind them. jinhsi fell to her knees, her head felt like a balloon being emptied of air.

but before she could hit the ground, a slash cut the hoard in half.

“welcome back, princess.”

[koiiiji]

I am curious what is your opinion on this idea. During the second affiliate arc. Y/n or reader go to rescue Sinu as he was their lover. Sinu sees Y/N or reader and becomes possessive of them even if he forgot about them as hsi body has this need to protect them.

hiii

really interesting idea tbh, especially bc i like yandere scenarios. its kinda hard to imagine Sinu being yandere, its more like he can became really attached, like a lost puppy, and at the same time struggling with his blackouts in memory due to drugs that Mitsuki gave him.

so i can imagine really twisted thing where Sinu’s memory is totally fucked up and at one moment he is really clingy bf who missed reader, maybe even a little possessive, not letting her out of his embrace, and the same second his mind is switching and mixing with past things Mitsuki convinced him and sweet embrace turns into suffocating grip and maybe even choking. when he will get back to his senses he will unceasingly cry, say sorry, hug reader — even if she pulls away, Sinu anyway will forcefully hug her — he will babble nonstop about how sorry he is and that he didn't want to.

little do reader know is that with time these seizures become more and more frequent and Sinu slowly starts to losing his mind again, but this time it is the result of his own mind, unconditional love and past trauma, which making situation wven worse.

[angelsdevils]

Debt of the Heart

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The dimly lit basement of the club reeked of oil, blood and fear. Ran leaned againt a table covered with the different tools—a hammer, pliers, and other implements designed for pain-casually rolling his sleeves up as ifhe was preparing for a mundane task. 

Rindou and Sanz stoof a few feet away, leaning on the wall questioning the man who was harrassing you and your friends in their club. But worst then that, Kakucho was able to see that this man was also working with one of their enemies, one that they been trying to eliminate for a while but can’t quite find where he is. 

“You know your boss has been a thorn in our side, I suggest you start talking,” Sanzu said, trailing his knife along the man’s face. 

“I won’t tell you anything,” you will have to kill me.”

“I will give you credit, you have guts. Flirting with my wife, coming into my club trying to scout us out. Too bad you won’t have them for long, if you don’t talk,” Ran said, pushing off the tbale and walkd over, calm and delberate. He crouched to meet the man’s eyes, his tone as smooth as velvet. “See here i the thing, I don’t like wasting my time. My girl is at home, alone and drunk. I should be doting on her, and trying to get her to fall in love with me, but I am here… with you. My patience has a limit, and you are walking on a very thin line.” 

The man’s lips quivered as he stammered, “I-I don’t know anything, I am just someone that works under him. We haven’t even seen his face.” 

“Not enough,” Ran interrupted, hsi voice cutting like blade. “You were harrassing the girls at the bar, and you wear the tattoo mark of Black Requiem. Talk—” 

Rindou stepped forward from the wall. “If you don’t start talking, you’re going ot wish we’d left you with Sanzu instead.” 

“It was—It was Karasu’s crew, he paid Blck Requiem a hefty amoun to capture her, since she would sell for a hihg price — he told me to keep you busy here while they took her.” 

“What? So you attempt wasn’ to get her drunk at the bar without us around? Who is—” He was cut off whn his phone rang. He stepped back and answered.

“Hello?”

“Ran, it’s me Kakucho the situation is bad… I was looking at your cameras outside the house just and she was ambushed. About five men entered the house.”

Ran’s blood ran cold as he hung up with Kakucho, Sanzu looked up.

“What’s wrong.” 

“Rindou, we’re done here. We need to go.”

“They are at the house right now. We need to save her.” 

Rindou and Sanzu narrowed their eyes and Sanzu wanting to help, grabbed his gun instead and shot the guy in the head. 

—

Ran swung the door open rushing into the house, but the place was in shambles. What’s worse, blood… everywhere. Him, Sanzu and Rindou grabbed their guns and walked further in. In the living room, he saw you covered in blood. The night gown that was once white was now stained red. He ran to you.

“(Y/N)!” He turned you around and the look in your eyes, haunted him.

“Ran…” You slowly met his eyes, and he noticed you were covered in blood. A lot of it. From head to toe.

“Are you hurt?” 

“Ran, I don’t think that’s her blood.” Sanzu said, and Ran was conflicted not sure if he believed it but Rindou turned his brother’s head to look at the pileof dead bodies. 

There had to be at least 10 grown as men.

More had abushed you after the first five you killed. 

“Fuck…” 

“Go clean her up, we will handle this,” Rindou said. 

Ran nodded and took her to the bedroom’s bathroom and ran a hot bath with bubbles and oils. You were still completely out of it. 

Ran called all of Bonten because they were gonna need help. 

“Rindou, I never thought I would say this. But your sister in law is terrifying,” Kokonoi said, as he looked around it looked like a slaughter house.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of knew she was capable of something like his, but I am damn proud of her.” 

Ran slowly stripped you out of your stained gown, when you finally came back to reality. 

“Ran… I-I…I ki—”

“Shh, it’s okay, it was good you stood your ground. It was necessary,” he said soothingly. Helped you in the bath, washing the blood off of your skin, gently.

“ But I killed t-ten men… what will happen when the cops find out?” You said, tears in your eyes, letting him clean you up.

“Don’t worry about that, cops aren’t getting involved, if they do, I will take the fall. But they won’t bonten will handle everything, don’t worry. Nothing will happen, you had too or else you would have met a much worse fate.” 

“I would have?” You asked, your voice cracking and he nodded his head. 

“If they had captured you. they planned to sell you… its good you were able to defend yoursef.” 

You slowly nodded, as he drained the water before running the shower, to help get he rest of hte blood off of you. Once you were clean, he ran another bath for you to relax.

“I will go down stairs to help them clean up, you try and relax. I will be back.” 

You nodded and he left the bathroom. He ran his hand through his purple hair as he descendded down the stairs. The cleanup was mostly done, the bodies gone. 

“How is he?” Kakucho asked, worried about you. 

“She is out of it, as expected.”

“Ran, don’t bother coming to work the next few days or weeks however long it takes for her to accept it.” Manjiro said, his voicce void and empty. 

“Never leave her side, if you have to have someone from our group to be her body guard…” 

Ran nodded, understanding. They finished cleaning up after a few hours with Ran checking on you. He helped you out of the bath in a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He crawled in bed with you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed the top of your head. You clung to him, occasionally crying. But he was there. 

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners. The dividers go to their original owners.

[gutz3rfryer]

TEAM RWBY IDEAS

some ideas i have for my rewritten version of RWBY MAIDENS Maidens can only control environments and the weather. Also they can change their surroundings, from a high tech hallway to a red maple forest (like an illusion). (so no sword making or whatever just purely environmental) - team rwby becoming the Maidens a. Ruby becomes the Spring maiden (can control flora and wind) b. Weiss becomes the Winter maiden (can create snow storms and ice powers) c. Blake becomes the Fall maiden (tornados and clouds/rain) d. Yang becomes the Summer maiden (heatwaves and thunderstorms) Maidens can used their combined powers to make combos, Fall and Winter making it hail or Fall and Summer making a dessert storm. YANG Technically she shouldve graduated at this point, however she chooses not to, after finding out that Oz invited Ruby (15) to train at Beacon Academy, she managed to convince Oz to let her redo her senior year at the academy to support Ruby. JAUNE the Jaune we know will be put in the bully team from the 1st vol, my version would be more of an androgynous-femme presenting guy BLAKE & RUBY they can make their own little book club :) BLAKE & WEISS I think Blake would stand up for Weiss (and the other way around), especially if Jacques would come to visit Beacon, after finding out that Weiss went to Beacon instead of Atlas Academy. Before Jacques would be able to hit Weiss, Blake would step in and put him in hsi place. BEACON, HAVEN, SHADE & ATLAS ACADEMY DRESS CODE Most strict in dress (1 being most strict to 4 least strict about it/only cares about results) 1. Atlas (has to wear assigned uniform, miss a tie or want to wear pants instead of a skirt? get expelled scrub (also the most discriminatory school)) 2. Shade 3. Haven 4. Beacon (''male student wears a skirt? ok and?'') Beacon Academy ''Dress Code'' Honestly they dont care if you bribe a fashion student or get a tailor to make a longer skirt or flared pants, as long that it has the Beacon Academy Pattern™️ and ''wearing'' the tie, anything goes

ADAM (vs YANG & BLAKE) Making him more obsessive and weird by wearing Blake's tail (which he cut of before she escaped) as a belt. Also making him more Bull than original, because to this day i still dont see what makes him a Faunus. Like the black colored horns are cute but those can be easily mistaken for colored hair. Fall of Beacon (Adam vs Yang & Blake Round 1) Same story but instead of Yang immediately being defeated after getting her arm cut off, she powers through and uses her firey semblance the stop the bleeding in her arm, while Blake keeps up the good fight. After the bleeding stops Yang steps back into the ring to give Adam a burn scar. After losing too much blood Yang caves in while tries to keep her on her feet. Adam also takes Yangs severed arm Comm Tower (Adam vs Yang & Blake Round 2) Adam teases Yang by throwing her severed arm at her, but shrugs it off and tells him he can keep it. QROW & RAVEN Instead of turning into normal looking Ravens/Crows, they turn into a Nevermore look alike. Originally a power given by Oz, now turned curse by Salem. Both Qrow and Raven now constantly have to fight for control with their Grimm halves. Qrow has partially given up, hence the drinking, so his hands look like bird claws and his body is covered in feathers. Raven keeps her distance to avoid hurting anyone. Unbeknownst to them Salem is using their eyes to spy on Oz. SALEM/White Fang im not sure of this idea but instead of the White Fang (which will be renamed to something else) being a equal rights group, they're followers of Salem, the False Goddess, who gives promises that by serving her, they can save their world/make their world better. And that the Grimm exist to ''get rid of the bad people/sinners'' However i think there is a sort of White Fang group but only in Atlas where the most hate crimes, slavery and discrimination happens. As SDC and other companies in Atlas use Faunus for entertainment (for example Bull fighting for Adam) or for slavery. Yes that would imply that Blake was once a follower of Salem's, but turned around after the train incident. TEAM STRQ this might be the worst idea but hear me out. Team STRQ was a polyamorous quad. (in this version Raven and Qrow are >NOT< related) After Summer's death (at assuming Salem's hand), there was a lot of trust issues after, considering neither Qrow nor Raven told Tai what actually happened, and they slowly drifted apart but they all stayed in touch or checked up on the kids and Tai, Qrow would visit more often, while Raven stayed away for their (R&Y) safety. Raven and Qrow keep butting heads cuz they blame eachother for Summer's death/not saving her, but deep down they still care for eachother. Both Ruby and Yang are their kids (its Remnant they can like make kids in a tube or something). Yang has Qrow's alcohol problems (they sometimes drink together) Ruby has or had Raven's selflessness well thats all the ideas i have, nothing solid, just seeing what sticks to the wall. Admittedly the STRQ one might be a bit out there, considering Qrow and Raven are well known as siblings, and yes its weird as fuck idea to have them being/or were together as a couple. But if you remove the context of them being siblings, and see them having arguments, they argue as if they're a divorced couple. Also Qrow is more of a dad than Tai, protecting the gang when they're going on a trip, when Ruby is 15-16 yrs old (in the actual show). And generally being there for the gang. Even before Vol 4 Tai didnt even visit once, but was able to send Zwei. Qrow stayed the whole time, hanging out with Ruby and Yang but i dont remember in vol 1-3 Ruby or Yang ever calling Tai, y'know their dad? But again these are all ideas, nothing solid, just me rambling about RWBY stuff, uh uhm.... are these good ideas? most likely not feedback and criticism is appreciated :) my team rwby redesign v

[forestshadow-wolf]

What if Soap and ghost were on a mission that turned south. Not because of the unpredicted gun fight. Or because the target tried to run.

Cw: Main Character Death

No they were almost always prepared for those kinds of complications. Almost expected them. It was very rare that things went to perfectly to plan, and it was almost disappointing when it didn't happen.

What they weren't prepared for was a botched opportunity to aquire some new intel.

It wasn't that they couldn't download the intel. They both always had a flash drive on them for just in case scenarios, like this one. It wasn't even that the intel was fucked... well, kinda...

They'd agreed that soap would grab the intel, ghost would start taking the target back to the exfil location, and wait for soap there. Easy enough, right?

He shucked the protection of his gloves, in favor of the dexterity he needed for the touch screen. Turns out grabbing intel was not so easy if said intel is bugged to detonate a bomb underneath the warehouse as soon as the download starts... there's a distinct *CLICK* and soap has half a second to think 'well I'm fucked'

And then he's opening his eyes to dust and debris bathed in the orange light of fire. There's something that digs into his back, right between his shoulder blades. His head rings. Or maybe that's his radio.

One hand paws at his radio, as he uses his other hand to push himself up. Both attempts in vain. His radio toned in his ear, and while he did manage to get standing it for only for about half a second before he collapsed. He released the button on his radio. Still it crackled unintelligibly.

Thank god he decided to look into electrical wiring for setting up a new model of charges because after a minute and a lot of fiddling, his radio garbled something half understandable.

"-NNY! HOW COPY? JOHNNY! HOW! COPY!"

"Ah'm alive. Warehouse blew."

"I know. You injured?"

"Aye, can't hold m'legs under me. How'd you get the target to confess to the bomb?" It felt like his head was swimming.

"I didn't. It was the giant bloody mushroom cloud. Don't. Move. I'm comin' for ya."

Oh. Yeah, that made more sense, huh.

"Aye, I'll wait fer ya, L.T."

Ghost asked him questions the whole while, keeping him awake. Soap questioned him back, ever the opportunist, to find out more about the man.

"Ghost." He says abruptly cutting off whatever ghost had been saying, as soon as his eyes fluttered opened. "Ah think... ah think ah'm losin' time."

He heard ghost curse under his breath, and his breathing pick up. "Stay awake, Johnny. You hear? Keep talkin' to me. Tell me-.. tell me 'bout your sister. How's she doin'."

"That's a new one. Never had anyone tell me ta keep flappin' my gums..." he coughs wetly, "Hey- is it supposed to be hard to breathe? That's not normal, right?"

Ghost goes really quiet on hsi end of the line then. And then he speaks up, really softly. "Johnny?"

"Yeah, L.T?"

"Liten to me very carefully. Have you been impaled?"

Soap looks down at himself. It's hard to breathe, but he's got nothing poking out of him, so, "no?"

Ghost curses again.

Oh. Hey was the fire that close before? Shouldn't ge be hot, not shivering his fuckin' balls off? Something's... thats... Something's definitely wrong. His eyelids threaten to fall closed.

Wait! No. He's supposed to stay awake. That's what ghost said... he thinks... right? You're not supposed to fall asleep. He learned that in basic didn't he? Why was it so hard to think? Maybe it was the shivering? Wait, but there was fire. He should be hot. He should be trying to get away from it... but he was so tired? He should sleep if he's tired, right? Listen to his body and all that.

Wait! But ghost said!

"Can you talk to me, L.T? 'M tired..."

"JOHNNY! Stay awake! You hear?" The volume of the garbled words startles soap awake again.

"Talk? W'na 'ear yer voice.." he slurs

Ghost answers him appropriately... he thinks. The voice is soothing. He could fall asleep to that voice so easily...

When ghost finds soap he's not breathing, his pulse is faint, and fire is creeping ever closer. He starts rescue breaths immediately. Next come the chest compressions. He feels something snap underneath his hands. He keeps going. Med-evac should be here by now he thinks.

PLEASE! JOHNNY, PLEASE!

he doesn't wake up. His pulse fades weaker and weaker.

He still has time. He still has time. He still has time. He. Still. Has. Time.

He's not losing him. He's not losing him He's not losing him. HE IS NOT LOSING HIM!

Oh... but the medical team pulls him away. He fights back. They drag him out of the building. He watches as they carry soaps lifeless body out through fire.

They don't even start chest compression again. They just lay him down in a body bag and zip it up

A gutteral, heart-wrenching scream rips through the air. It's him. He knows it's him. But he can't feel it. Can't hear it. Not really anyway. He screams, pushes, curses, shoves. Anything to bring Johnny back.

Johnny does not come back.

He collapses. They have to drag both him and Johnny the body back to the helo.

That's it. That's how it ends.

Nothing quiet and soft like they both hoped for. Nothing brilliant or spectacular. Not even taking the life of an enemy or saving a comrade's life. Just...

The autopsy report said a punctured lung.

The explosion must've broken his ribs. His best guess it that it punctured his lung when he'd tried to get up tjat first time. Then fluid began to fill his lungs. And neither of them knew. Not until it was too late anyway. Soap had gone into shock, and Ghost hadn't been able to get there fast enough. They said they didn't know how he survived so long with the filled lung.

But ghost knows. He stayed to talk to simon. Just for a little longer.

That's the only consolation he gets as he fills out the mission report. That soap's hear stopped beating to the sound of his voice. He'd always said simon had a lovely voice, he wasn't sure if he believed that but soap seemed to think so.

But what now... what... happens... now...

This was supposed to be like 2.5 sentences but it grew legs and ran away from me

[journeytothewestresearch]

I have had this doubt

I understand that in the book there is a lot of mention of gods and demons (or evil spirits I think), such as the bull demon king, scorpion demoness, white bone demon, the great yellow eyebrow king (I think that's his name and one of the few demons that really caused Sun Wukong a lot of trouble), among many others

But my question is... How do the different types of demons arise there? (Of course, except for the ones that are gods and immortals that were expelled/exiled from heaven, I understand that's one way, right?)

🤔

Yes, being expelled from heaven is one way to become a demon. This article explains how having a place within the cosmic hierarchy (i.e. a position in heaven) is what normally separates a god from a demon.

Most of the demons in JTTW are animals who became spirits through Daoist spiritual practices. Sun Wukong is a prime example of this.

Then you have the kind that were simply born into demonhood. The White Bone Spirit falls into this category. Chapter 27 explains:

In this mountain there was indeed a monster-spirit, who was disturbed by the Great Sage Sun's departure. Treading dark wind, she came through the clouds and found the elder sitting on the ground. "What luck! What luck!" she said, unable to contain her delight. "For several years my relatives have been talking about a Tang Monk from the Land of the East going to fetch the Great Vehicle (emphasis added). He is actually the incarnation of the Gold Cicada, and he has the original body that has gone through the process of self-cultivation during ten previous existences. If a man eats a piece of his flesh, his age will be immeasurably lengthened. So, this monk has at last arrived today!" (Wu & Yu, vol. 2, p. 17) 果然這山上有一個妖精，孫大聖去時，驚動那怪。他在雲端裡踏著陰風，看見長老坐在地下，就不勝歡喜道：「造化，造化。幾年家人都講東土的唐和尚取大乘，他本是金蟬子化身，十世修行的原體，有人吃他一塊肉，長壽長生。真個今日到了。」

Source:

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

[belit0]

Can please do Warrior by beth Crowley, I feel like this song would fit Indra and hsi wife, where the wife has powerful ablities and she wants him to help her.

I don't know if you've heard of the song before so but the lyrics match Indra and his wife so much, well mostly his wife

"You fascinated me

Cloaked in shadows and secrecy

The beauty of a broken angel

I ventured carefully

Afraid of what you thought I'd be

But pretty soon I was entangled

You take me by the hand

I question who I am

Teach me how to fight

I'll show you how to win

You're my mortal flaw

And I'm your fatal sin

Let me feel the sting

The pain

The burn

Under my skin

Put me to the test

I'll prove that I'm strong

Won't let myself believe

That what we feel is wrong

I finally see what

You knew was inside me

All along

That behind this soft exterior

Lies a warrior

My memory refused

To separate the lies from truth

And search the past

My mind created

I kept on pushing through

Standing resolute which you

In equal measure

Loved and hated

Teach me how to fight

I'll show you how to win

You're my mortal flaw

And I'm your fatal sin

Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com

Let me feel the sting

The pain

The burn

Under my skin

Put me to the test

I'll prove that I'm strong

Won't let myself believe

That what we feel is wrong

I finally see what

You knew was inside me

All along

That behind this soft exterior

Lies a warrior

Lies a warrior

Take me by the hand

I'm sure of who I am

Teach me how to fight

Ohhhh

The pictures come to life

Wake in the dead of night

Open my eyes

I must be dreaming

Clutch my pillow tight

Brace myself for the fight

I've heard that seeing

Is believing."

In fact, I took the lyrics quite literally, and made Indra into one of my favorite aus: fallen angel + witch reader.

"You fascinated me, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, the beauty of a broken angel." (Y/N) remembers, reliving the fateful night when she saw him fall from the sky. A ball of fire and burnt wings shot from the clouds with overwhelming speed, in the middle of the darkness, lighting up the sky with a hellish red color.

At the time, she did not understand what was happening, approaching the place where she saw that object impact after its monumental descent from heaven, encountering an image both enchanting and terrifying.

An angel, with charred wings and only a few black feathers remaining on his back, laid unconscious inside the crater he created when falling from that height. His skin smoldering with burns and the destruction of his wings felt like a terrible premonition.

Why would an angel be cast out of paradise?

"I ventured carefully, afraid of what you thought I'd be, but pretty soon I was entangled" Memories of how she helped him, how she saved him from a frightening fate of torturous death, keep coming to her mind, as Indra watches her with curious red eyes and broken wings still shining on his back, black feathers strewn all over the ground.

He had accepted the woman's help, had accepted to be healed by her magic, had accepted what he felt in his chest every time those delicate hands ran over his skin. (Y/N) saved him, body and soul, and promised to help him with his evil purposes.

He would retrieve his power with her help, go back to heaven, and take revenge.

"Every time you take me by the hand I question who I am..." The angel whispers, unsure of what the woman causes in his heart, overwhelmed by the mess she leaves in his mind. Never having felt anything for anyone, Indra has no idea what sentiments are, how one deal with them, or how humans cope. He had come into her arms a few months ago, and from the beginning, allowed her to breach him, to tear through his being with her mortal qualities.

"Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win my love." (Y/N) pleaded, time after time, trying to absorb even a little of her beloved's power, to gain some of his wisdom, of his teachings, of the sorcery he has to offer. The angel had become her love, her mate, a celestial being and a human united by unexplainable bonds, ties that should not exist, and the woman set out to devote all her heart and soul to her man's cause, to help him with his plan.

"You're my mortal flaw, and I'm your fatal sin... Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin. Put me to the test, I'll prove that I'm strong, won't let myself believe that what we feel is wrong. I finally see what you knew was inside me all along." She implores, between whispers and demands. Knowing that once her beloved regains his wings, once his feathers heal and his power is restored, he'll be headed for a fight to the death with whoever kicked him out of heaven.

She needs to stand by his side and support him when it happens.

"Behind this soft exterior, lies a warrior." Between caresses and soft touches he had mentioned, hiding their naked bodies under charred black wings, appreciating the wondrous magic within (Y/N), giving an accurate telling and narration about the potential he himself recognized in her.

"My memory refused, to separate the lies from truth, search the past my mind created. I can't imagine without you, Indra, let me join your cause, let me be by your side through it. I'll keep on pushing through, standing resolute, which you in equal measure love and hate, I know. Every time you take me by the hand, I'm seeing who I am." Her words are a silent plea, an attempt to get to the bottom of her beloved, to make him understand how much she needs to support him in this, to accompany him, to make sure his battle is successful and he finishes his personal mission alive.

Months ago she found the love of her life lying under a disaster of his own creation, submerged in a crater of earth and on the verge of death. She can't lose him now, not so soon.

"The pictures come to life when I hear you speak like that, wake in the dead of night I open my eyes and... Yes, I must be dreaming. I'll clutch my pillow tight, brace myself for the fight, I've heard that seeing is believing. You're the most beautiful dream I never had (Y/N)." The angel whispers, and the woman thinks she sees tears in his eyes before he turns his face away, avoiding eye contact.

Indra seems determined to wage his battle alone, to face combat unaided, but she will not allow it. She will fight tooth and nail to make her beloved understand she cannot exist without him, that she does not wish to live in a reality where her angel no longer is, and she will not allow him to end up in the hands of those who mercilessly threw him to earth.

(Y/N) will fight for him, whether he wants it or not.

[mystoriesmylives]

Bad Days

AN: Dedicate this to @eyecandyeoz since this was part of an ask.

TW: Depression

The Trio get bad days sometimes.

Maul usually isolates himself, snarling to himself and the room trembles from the force.

Onora is the only one brave enough to go near him. She sit next to him and wait it out, feeling the vibrations of the force from her seat. In 30 minutes, he leans against her shoulder. In 30 more minutes, his head is on her lap. His horn scratch her a little, but she ignores as she gently rubs the space between them. Maul will growl out whats been bothering, his body starting to relax under her ministrations.

Thrawn is both the hardest and easiest person to guess when he is having a bad day.

Thrawn will act like his usual self, but to people who know him will notice he is stiffer then usually and his comments come out more wary.

Onora usually brings him a cup of peppermint tea to calm his nerves and offers a shoulder massage. She then speaks to him in cheunh, asking about his day and whats bothering him. With the massage and talking without the language barrier made the chiss relax and kissed her hands in gratitude.

Onora was the one who was constantly in caretaker mode, so they were completely unprepared when Onora has a bad day.

She missed work fro 4 days, no calls to either of them. They went to her apartment with apprehension, both of their minds going through worst case scenarios.

When they entered, everything looked fine until they noticed her massifs whining at her bathroom door, deep scratches on the door.

They walked into a sad sight.

Onora was laying curled up in the bath tub, wearing nothing but a tank-top and her panties. She looked utterly miserable, her eyes looking far away with dry tear tracks on her face.

The two men quietly went to her side, trying to assess what was wrong.

“Dear heart, what happened?” Maul asked frantically, hsi eyes going over her body for injuries. She didn't respond, giving out a hiccup.

“Visahot...” Thrawn asked softly, his hand going through her hair, which he noticed was very tangled, “What happened?”

“Its too heavy.” she whispered.

“What is?”

“Living...existing...whatever.” she whispered, “It just...too hard. I just feel so tired.”

Both men glanced at each other, both wondering just what put her in this state.

“Let us take you out first, Onora” Maul said, grabbing her arm, and gently lifting her, Thrawn taking the other and lifting as well.

Thrawn lead her to her bedroom as Maul went to the kitchen, making her peppermint tea.

It always helped her relax.

Thrawn wrapped her up in one of her fluffy blankets as he sat her on the bed, her massifs running to her and putting their heads int heir masters lap. Maul came in and sat next to her, a cup of steaming tea in his hands. He grimaced that her facial expression hasn't changed, even as she took a sip of her tea.

After some gentle coaxing, she finally spoke.

Turns out Onora is a recovering alcoholic.

She has been sober for 4 years and it was the anniversary of her last bottle. She has been particularly stressed out with work and a holo-call from her younger brother made her spiral. She desperately wanted a drink and was isolating herself, feeling her shame and cravings weigh down on her.

She says all this with shame in her voice, stating that she didn't want to reveal this part of her past ot them.

Maul pokes her in the ribs, saying it was foolish she kept that to herself, especially when they take her out so much and she is exposed to alcohol.

Thrawn agreed as he rubbed her hand.

“You care for us, my darling.” Thrawn crooned, “You show such devotion to us, despite the men we are. Did you really think we would not do the same for you? That we will think of you so little?”

Onora look at Thrawn and then looked at Maul, who also nodded. She burst into loud sobs, rubbing her eyes frantically. Her lovers held her close, letting her cry out her pain, grateful they are here for her.

@gran-maul-seizure @justalittletomato @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @amorfista @nik-barinova @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @a-dorin @stardustbee @kimageddon @eliszelis @kotic-kryptid

[ebenana]

[ID: Gwydion(he/she/they) in her tiefling form, completely purple with three spiraling horns; two smaller horns are on each side of her temple and a longer horn in the center. He also has long pointed ears and golden eyes. He has a white afro on the center of his head and black cornrows going down the sides of his head. They have blue eye shadow and a smirking expression, one eyebrow lowered and the other raised. He is posed with his body twisted; one leg extended backwards. His left arm is extended forward and her back, her thumb, middle, and pointer finger extended and the other two fingers folded inwards. There is a sharp golden claw at the end of each finger. The base of his tail is on the left and curls to the right, which has black, fluffy, and textured hair at the end. Her tail, chest, and arms are covered with old scars. Her blue and gold outfit shows off golden claws and a bare chest, with a sash around the waist fastened with a gold hexagon. The coat hangs past his kneed and obscures his white and gold pants and boots. He is also wearing hsi dragon eye polymorph necklace, which has white and gold straps and a golden eye with blue details around the core. END ID. ]

[pomodoriyum]

gonna watch terror ep 10. hope it doesnt hollow out my soul!!

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something wrong with me since i literally can only focus on des voeux right now…hes hauling…..

love how stiffly every1 is moving. scurvy <3

HI GOODSIR <3

hickeys all. ‘oh how funny the past is’

crozier: ‘fuck off’

also. why. is francis all bloody. the hell happened?

‘he took a stumble’ welllll. maybe. im choosing to believe he said something abt hartnell and de voeux hit him bc his other option was throwinf up

also des voeux fiddling with his shirtsleeves. x2

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NEDWARD WANTS TO RESCUE FRANCIS. I KNOW IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN BUT OUGH

ohhhh edward little you poor fucking bastard. good job dundy ig

oh my god crozier is going to think edward abandoned him. christ

goodsirrrrr <3 also he looks GAUNT good job costumers !!

hes bleeding from the scalp….

memory moment. god that hurts so bad. awesoem

hi manson. thank you francis for being nice to him

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oh my god it was a PLANNED murder. i thought goodsir did that in a fit of desperation not in cold fucking blood. oooohhhh goodsir how you are fascinating and fun

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bye jopson. so sorry about that

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hockey ‘first of the officers i enlisted’ fhkdfnfkfl i wouldnt exactly call what you did ‘enlisting’ but yeah this fits under reinvention sure

how much of hickeys commentary to francis here is something he also is telling himself? versus how he’s trying to hurt crozier in the same ways crozier has hurt him (flogging, obvs, but from hickeys pov also probably leading them there in the first place, nevermind franklin)

‘surpassingly lonely man’ YEAH HE IS!!!!

^^ face you make when you totally didnt realize how true your foils’ opinions on you are (on another note, the casting people did such a good job findinglike normal ass lookign people for this show???)

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oh, diggle is *shaking* with terror. oh, my

GOODSIR NAURRRRRR NOT THE MASS MURDER SUICIDE NOOOOOOOOOO

preparinf hsi own body for discovery (if not burial) is soooooooooo

ok mroe to do list. 1. identify the various plants and animals he hallucinated. theyve GOT to be important for interpretation

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everyone is so wobbly like a baby deer

des voeux deadpan sarcastic delivery. so meannnnn (but i imagine hes extremely unable to imagine killing oneself sinces. hes (like hickey) willing to do just about anything to survive)

HODGEPODGE CHAIR MOMENTS. LOVE the artfully placed tins

yuckyyyyy

love how des voeux was the first to reach for it too yucky yucky.

TOZER DOWN that was probably the greatest literal flop ive seen. armitage reaching for him…de voeux’s little jerking head motion back. and whathisface in the back freaking out

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“hes sick from what he eats” OUGHHEHE HEH and goodsirs trap closes in

des voeux has been fantasizing about eatinf that bear for literal years now lmao

aw manson. ouchies

awww their tummies hurt. and they are being brave about it

hickey is. absolutely reeling from the poison and the lead in his brain omg. hes delirious

also looove how much regret he packs into that speech. tryinf to start fresh by. what, murderinf someone? and then youre stuck in a place that will kill you?? yeah

oh thwy are all about to lose it. des voeux is actively having a panic attack or so.

^^guy who looks like hes about to cry

tozer is probably handling this best tbh

interestinf that hickey conceptualizes tuunbaq as part of its own empire. because empire is the only way he can parse and understand the world

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HODGSON NOOOOOO

love how tozer just accepts hickeys sawinf his own tongue out. hes like ‘not my business rn’

great job hickey. really youve outdone yourself this time

really hard to tell apart tuunbaqs/croziers/hickeys noises. also francis why the hell did you approach that situation

symbolic that francis lands the final blow. of courses. and hickey’s corpse between his thighs….🤌 (well. almost. he’s using his foot on hickey’s shoulder, literally stepping on him, which is so yummy in terms of themes)

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SILNAAAAA. love how shes awash in warm colors

bye des voeux. your little gasping sobs hurt. baaad way to go

SILNAAAAAAAA

whos strap is francis holding??

also i find it interestinf that he’s the one she chooses to keep alive/save? more to think about on this

HIS HAND OUCHIES

HER FACE WHEN SHE SEES GOODSIR. OH MY GODDDDDDD it is incredibly impactful bc shes normally so stoic. auugh

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francis having a normal one i see (i love it when characters experience delirium)

verrry interesting in who he named, there

love his new hat also. hes like a mate now. not a captain any more

??? is thatthe fucking passage???? or a dif camp?? hm.

EDWARDDDDDD

“close” yeah thats what i thought. ‘close is the worst thing in the world’ HEEHEE YEAH SURE ISSSS

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i dont have access to subtitles atm so i will not know till later eveything they discuss and say. but. i miss silna already :(

francis i know youre freaking out but like. dont harass them youve done enogh

great ending shot. really makes him look like a doll.

wow what. a great show. im. a little wrecked about it

[twilightichor]

■ ■ ■ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Vidyadhara (occasionally rumored that she's human). 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: Imaginary. 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇: Finality. 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Humanity. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: [Subjected to plotting convenience and limited to] Xianzhou ship of choice for the most time. Any other world once she leaves to return to her homeworld until she finds it. 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒: (Lesser Elder) Lumina Crescentia —limited to Xianzhou—.

■ ■ ■ 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘...

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Long-living being with draconic traces. 𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: Permanence. 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Still humanity. Nevertheless, there lies an unspoken complicity with the Stellaron Hunters.

■ ■ ■ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

Despite what common folk may believe, Hsi wasn't born a Vidyadhara nor in any of the Alliance ships. In reality, she was born as a short-living human, meant to die before reaching one century of old. Born in Solaris-3's Hongzhen, she passed shortly after a Tacit Discord outbreak. Her cries prior to her death resonated with Jué and so it went to the baby's encounter, but it was too late. Be it because it was guilt-ridden for not making it in time to save something special to it or because it has seen a future where she would be both its savior and that of Jinzhou, it resuscitated her. Nevertheless, that not only supposed a temporal disruption but a distortion in the fabric of space that provoked her disappearance from her homeworld and fateful apparition in one of the Xianzhou's ships.

When she was found, she had protruding horns on her head and iridescent scales on different parts of her body— both signs of interest on the Preceptors' end to nurture her as a Lesser Elder, for her unknown circumstances and still ongoing study of the extent of her powers. Despite being aware that she isn't a pure Vidyadhara, as years passed by she exhibited favorable traits that throws a light of reminiscence upon her of the long deceased Long, but also those of being a High Elder herself.

In a show of gratitude for taking her in as well as love for the people, she remains as a helpful force subdued to the interests of the Preceptors. While cognizant of this fact, her own interest lies on the guidance of the people as fate's prophetess. That is, until her own desire to meet the dragon (Jué) in her dreams that attempted to interact with her for so many years grows and grows, leading ultimately to her leave to find her homeworld by following growing reverberations the closer she gets.

[sarahgcorner]

Reading Journal #10

In the class we had on the Thursday before we went on spring break, I remember picking out different pedagogies that had stuck out to us and ones we would want to use in our future classrooms. Of the three I chose, the top one for me was community-based pedagogies. As I reflected on the readings for this week, specifically the powerful narratives from Aydé Enríquez-Loya and Kendall Leon’s "Chicanx/Latinx Rhetorics as Methodology for Writing Program Design at HSIs" and Isabel Baca's poignant testimony "Hispanic-Serving or Not: La Lucha Sigue in Academia," I could feel how important community was in each of these articles not only in educational advancement but also in the personal and collective empowerment seen throughout. So, if you couldn't tell already, I will dive into the community and its power within us.   

Enríquez-Loya and Leon place a great deal of emphasis on how crucial the role of Chicanx/Latinx rhetoric is in being a transformative methodology as it “centralize[s] Chicanx rhetoric in the design of writing programs,” as it creates inclusive and supportive environments that work to disrupt the traditional educational binaries and borders we are so used to seeing in everyday education (213). I liked their assertion because I learned the necessity for this program and curriculum as they truly reflect the cultural realities relating to their student bodies, and they are not some token gestures that seem authentic but are just at the end of the genuine in themselves. This method is based on community elegance because of the acknowledgment of the students and their lived experiences and the use of those experiences to strengthen the pedagogical approaches. They articulate it even more beautifully through Anzaldúa’s concept of Conocimiento, a pedagogical shift in which there is a “developing a critical and decolonized consciousness that moves from rupturing to fragmentation to connecting, assembling and rebuilding” (213).   

While reading Baca’s testimony, I was given a painful window to look through into the lived reality of navigating academia as a Latina scholar at an HSI. I was born with a large amount of privilege, being born a white woman into a middle-class family, so I don’t know what it is like, nor will I ever know what it is like to experience what Baca has gone through. However, through her experience, she highlights a supportive community's important role in helping to challenge and dismantle institutional racism. This supportive community would consist of BIPOC allies and white accomplices like myself. For me, I have never understood why just based on someone’s skin tone, culture, or heritage makes them less than another, so I will always fight for everyone to be placed on an equal playing field and be given the equity they deserve. Through Baca’s lens, she places community-based pedagogies as not just an educational choice but as one of the essential acts of resistance and survival with academia that resonated with me. We must build communities where BIPOC scholars can share stories of "healing, triumph, recovery, resiliency, and strength" (Baca 74). While these spaces may not have a place for me in them, that does not matter because, at the end of the day, I would not understand. These two works offered me new insights into how there are needs for communities that don't include me, but I can still offer a hand in helping to offer them support.

[thenixkat]

Dr. Alchemy stole the promethium as a power source

again why was the promethium being turned into armor plating and not being used as free infinite energy source

also if you have the fucking philosopher's stone why the fuck are you wasting yer time on petty villainy and not converting base metals into precious metals and being rich?

Oh this alchemist is a Flash villain.

local secretary's plot is ongoing. Also, these are not small and unnoticeable things that her uncle is having her steal.

this ted kord is also an ex-smoker who'd rather folks not around him. I will assume that his time smoking did not have good effects on his cardiovascular health

it's almost like absorbing radiation and magic rock that changes stuff into other stuff was a bad idea

also man wouldn't it be wild if Slade/Deathstroke just dropped dead one day from super cancer

oh hey its Vic.

that's 2 villains thus far this run that died b4 beetle could catch/defeat them. Firefist and Dr. Alchemy dead from their own shit with the Madmen getting defeated and arrested.

hey, free philosopher's stone. take a chunk beetle, free transmutations of materials are a great way to save money

of course the ethical thing to do would be to see if dude's still alive and cure him if possible

Next issue the Question is investigating the Blue Beetle

why do so many of the white people in this have blue eyes?? I know its not that common

local youth gang has been causing a ruckus. They're backed by someone bigger than them. Beetle chases down their car with the Bug

oh hey the Bug's head still rotates. Nice. That has been my issue with the newer designs for her that make her so completely squat/round. She's supposed to be able to twist her body to fit in narrow places

local rich ass mafia angry that local street toughs keep robbing their fronts

oh hey Vic/The Question doing detective work and not torturing people for information unlike some detective heroes

damn ted, sometimes the bad guys get lucky it be like that

Ted, it's been years yer thoughts about Dan and yer guilt are not healthy

damn papa Kord really went on a dig years ago and aint said shit to Ted since. Sir, yer dad doesn't like you

i personally likely won't go with Ted was the one who built up the fortune yo ho bootstraps and shit. Several generations of built-up wealth from an ancestor doing shady shady shit makes more sense with the billionaire angle and I don't care for that bootstraps industrialist shit

especially if we're not supposed to see Ted as a villain given the kinds of shit ya gotta do to get billions

also really fucking wild that papa Kord really straight up ditched the family and Ted hasn't caught on yet

like yer approaching the conclusion but not quite reaching it dude

also like if papa kord didn't give a shit about the company and would rather play archeologist and Uncle Jarvis clearly was doing his own thing b4 Ted was old enough to take over the funds from the company had to come from somewhere and generational wealth makes more sense

Ted tortures local punk for info by threatening to drop him from the sky. Bad Ted, bad superhero. Also again this man is strong as hell, supporting both of their weights by one arm

I do still think that the Gestion has one of the better disguises among superheroes. Dyes his outfit and hair, the very distracting facelessness

Beetle and Question work well together. Very much banter building off each other

this version of the Bug doesn't have any passenger seats yet b/c Beetle's been a solo act

the Beetle's chair in the Bug is mechanized and rolls itself to the different stations in the Bug. Ted can just sit back and relax

The Question really just fucking jumped out of the Bug with zero safety lines or equipment or anything just because he wanted to look cool in front of Blue Beetle. Sir!

Damn, Vic whole ass called his supervisor a narrowminded bigot right to his face

again i dislike the whole no one can know Ted's secret not even hsi lover that this version is doing. Like, its just dull

why is there a gang in this city that's literally just normal businessmen? See, Ted, this is why you should go after white-collar crime too

Ted actually does ram the Bug into the building to buy enough time for him and Vic to untie themselves

well Ted's just that fucking flexible to bring his arms tied behind him to be in front of him by…jumping backwards through his own arms

Local nerd is extremely buff and flexible and i guess that's part of why his girlfriend is all over him

the baby bug has a name now, Snoopy. Its gonna spy on the local gangs

Snoopy has at least a dozen siblings

the Bug has secret jet engines under the shell of its wings for going fast

if I'm remembering right her top speed is like 600 mph

ALso that's 3 dead villians now. From their own shit.

[petalsmooth]

So the fandom predictably behaving like I knew they would and people are surprised?

The same fandom that made it toxic for Nic and Luke back in the day they left twitter when he was with his prior long term gf caused Hannah Dodd to deactivate and then just go private on twitter. Oh, and they are still targeting Nic and Luke over hsi current gf because in their mind they cannot separate fiction from reality.

So disappointment over making Michaela woman means Hannah gets attacked personally. Because she writes the show or is her character apparently.

And disappointment you can't make two people be more than friends results in Luke's character and GF attacked while simultaneously insinuating rather strongly he doesn't want Nic because she's fat...and these people claim to be body positive Nic fans? BTW..Luke does NOT need to hide his GF in shame because you dolts want to play make believe and has the right to invite her to his premiere. That they are not dating doesn't mean their friendship is fake imbeciles. You deserved the Bridgerton account snapping back at you for that.

And we see why I am not a fan of Bridgerton fandom. The difference is I am not surprised and knew this would happen. If the show didn't know, well they are just stupid. This is not a fanbase that can separate fantasy and reality.

And of course they are reacting to everything story wise about how I thought they would. Now I am unhappy with ep 7 and 8 and honestly haven't felt like watching the show since. I may go back when the feeling subsides and watch and try to enjoy some of it but really felt badly written and edited and the fact it's the LAST two eps leaves a sour taste. If it were 5 and 6 you'd at least be able to rebound and leave on a lighter note. But all this aside....my anger is with the writers. Not the ACTORS or even characters.

Anyone attacking and hating on Nic, Luke, Masali, Hannah, Luke T etc...is a low life who SHOULD leave the fandom and has no business calling themselves a fan of anyone and to claim they speak for any character or actor. I can guarantee Nic despises the people attacking Luke for having a GF and doesn't view you as fans she wants in her fanbase or appreciates the fact you apparently think the reason he isn't dating her because she's fat. The idea these people think they are defending her while inferring this is really quite unbelievable. And People hating the other actors because the show made the characters lesbian, bi or black? Just go crawl in a hole and don't come back out.

This is why Claudia doesn't have social media imo. Probably the smartest of them all. When she has her season she'll be blissfully unattached to these people. But the way the fandom is going they are going to drive all the cast off social media.