#VERY cruel ways of killing the baddies
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For family
Whumptober 2024, alt prompt: No-Holds-Barred Beatdown
Summary: Caught and being beaten, Time doesn’t fight back. It’s not like he couldn’t but it’s the only way to keep his boys safe. Him or them. Simple and easy… Or so he thought. The Chain does NOT like what they end up seeing.
CW: VERY cruel beating, broken bones, blood, wounds, cursing, drugging, Wolfie mauling bad guy, very cruel ways of killing the bad guys
Slight throwback to my story by Time's thinking: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54841084/chapters/146266531
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The Chain of nine Heroes had been heading off towards a known hideout of very cruel thugs. The close by town was in huge trouble with them and most were even scared of moving around the streets. The Links had tried to be aware of their surroundings but they ended up ambushed nonetheless.
Their enemy targeted one at a time while staying in defense. They had small darts they kept shooting and eventually managing to hit too. One by one the Heroes fell unconscious into the ground while the rest desperately tried to defend themselves, each other and their fallen brothers.
As last resort Time finally called out Nayru’s Love. Yet, he wasn’t fast enough as they threw in some kind gas bomb of sorts. It exploded right in front of him. Things happened too fast for him to prevent inhaling the foul air in. The moment it was in his lungs, he began to cough before crashing to his knees. Sadly, that also caused him to inhale even more of the stuff and he soon fell unconscious too.
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Time woke up with a groan before half gasping, half growling in pain as someone kicked his back. “Finally waking up, huh?” A cruel voice queried with a clear smirk within there. He forced his eye open to take a look around him and scowled as he saw the group of thugs.
The one eyed male forced himself upwards but he didn’t get far before he already felt someone grab the neck part of his tunic and yank him to his feet. Nearly instantly afterwards there already was someone’s arm around his throat and squeezing that of hard that it cut his air supply. He fought for air while struggling hard against the hold. While running out of options, he struck his leg behind his captor and yanked the guy’s feet from beneath him.
They both fell to the floor and the Chain’s leader’s weight got the choker’s air to be knocked out. He inhaled sharply before already scrambling away from his attacker and up to his feet. He was still gasping for air as another guy dashed towards him. He tried to avoid and back away but the fist collided with his face before he really even realized it. It was followed by a knee to his stomach and he fell to all four onto the ground. Nearly straight off the guy already kicked his chest and crashed him to his side.
The Old Man knew he was very roughly overpowered as the guy hoisted him up from the front of his tunic. He desperately tried to concentrate into his magic to even the situation at least a bit but the next strike came before he got hold of anything strongly enough. He half screamed, half gasped as another guy’s fists collided with his back. The guy in front of him let go of his tunic and he fell to his knees.
The guy in front of the oldest Link kicked him cruelly into the head and knocked him roughly into the ground back first. He held his eye closed while gasping for air. Yet, he concentrated even harder into his magic while feeling weak blockers being in working.
“Thought Heroes were supposed to be tougher than this.” One of the guys at the back snorted. “You know… Maybe we should get one of the others.” He mused cruelly. “See if they can take more. How about it? The kid or the feisty one?” He queried with a wicked smirk.
Time snapped his eye open while ditching his work with getting his magic into working and struck himself back to his feet as swiftly as he could. When he felt the hold on his tunic, he already turned around and punched as hard as he could. “DON’T YOU DARE!” He snarled in rage while turning towards the third guy whom had attacked him and kicked him roughly into stomach.
“Then you should comply.” The fourth guy called calmly while smirking at how much of fight was within their one eyed captive.
“Why should I?” The Chain’s leader growled while having moved away from middle of the trio that had already struck him. “All I need to do is to beat the crap out of you eight and find the others.” He stated out with a slight grin.
“You sure there’s only eight of us?” The guy queried with a raised eyebrow. When the oldest Link hesitated for a second, the clearly leader being man smirked again. “You really ready to risk it? To deal with us only to find there being several more whom have already beaten and killed your team.” He asked calmly while acting all indifferent of the situation. “Sure. Go ahead and give it a try. See if you’re the only one to leave this place alive.”
The Old Man grit his teeth while fisting his hands. “What do you want?” He asked roughly while not fully knowing whether or not to believe the guy’s claim. The blockers were messing with his ability of finding the feeling of his boys. Or, maybe, it was because of the place. Either way, he wasn’t able to be certain of the eight being in here. And yet… They all had fallen unconscious. He knew he would know for certain if his boys were dead so they either were captured too or, as he hoped, having just been left there with him being the only to have been snatched. Nonetheless, he couldn’t count on either way of the thoughts.
“You can fight if you wish.” The guy smirked and his expression only widened at Time’s hardened gaze.
“What’s the catch with that?” The oldest Link inquired while not liking the situation even one bit.
“Every single strike you land on us, will be struck into the eight others.” The leader of the thugs stated out firmly and slowly. Time flinched and took unconscious step backwards. “Other than that…” The man shrugged. “…everything’s allowed.” He told with wicked voice and pushed himself off of the wall. “And, just to clarify, the longer you stay conscious and up to your feet, the less of chances we’ll have to beat the crap out of your teammates. Unless, of course, you want them to watch this fight, hmm.”
The one eyed male grimaced while knowing he could easily take a lot. He wanted proof of the boys being here but at the same time he didn’t want them into the danger or see him get struck down. He knew he could try his best to beat the shit out of the thugs but if he fell or one of them escaped the room before he realized the situation and the Chain was in their hold… He couldn’t even dare to continue that thought into the end.
As they had been talking, Time had kept working with the magic blocker. Originally he had been going for the fire and other attack based ones but he had swiftly changed his target. He could feel Nayru’s Love being freed from the binding and get back into his usage. “Everything goes, right?” He inquired while thinking about just bringing the magic up and staying in defense while trying to figure out where his boys were kept if they were imprisoned by these guys.
“Only with fighting.” The leader of the thugs replied and grinned. “Any stuff considering protection does not belong into the rules.”
The Chain’s leader scowled while knowing he couldn’t bring the magic into sight. Yet, that didn’t mean he couldn’t use it differently. He had once frozen his own bones and bleeding wounds to keep getting back to his feet in similar situation to protect Sky. He certainly had learned from that incident. Now he was up for trying to keep Nayru’s Love around his bones and other important areas to keep himself alive and capable of continuing. Then again, and he really hated this part, he knew he had to let his bones break underneath the strikes if the hit was that hard. Otherwise they’d know of his magic. Yet, with the magic on, he hoped he could uphold the broken pieces together well enough to be capable of getting back up to his feet and continue. Sadly, it wouldn’t protect him from bleeding.
The Old Man took a swift check around and grimaced at the things that were around the place. Swords, whips, clubs, couple of wooden chairs, a window glass, several pots… Anything that could be used as a weapon. He gulped once before taking a deep breath and nodding. He had just gotten the protective magic up and going while hoping it would be enough. “Stay on defense. Back away and block. Use tackles if have to. Don’t fight back.” He thought as he already started to move away from the first attacker.
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Legend groaned as he slowly awakened from the unwanted sleep. He growled as he yanked the small dart out of his arm before sitting up. He recalled having gone between Hyrule and the shot tranquilizer. He had hoped to have been fast enough to pull them both off of the way but clearly that hadn’t been an option in the end. When he heard someone whine, he already turned his gaze towards the way.
The Veteran really didn’t like the fact of all of them laying on the ground. They had so hellishly underestimated their enemies and this was the payment for it. He crawled over to Wind and pulled the dart out of the boy’s neck. “You okay, Wind?” He inquired while taking another check around. He felt like something was wrong in the whole scenery but he still counted all eight being around him.
“Yeah…” The Sailor grumbled while sitting up and shaking his head to clear his mind. “I just didn’t think I’d be too slow to stay away from dart’s way.” He bit growled in annoyance.
“You weren’t slow. You were targeted.” The Weapon Specialist replied bit roughly. “We all were. One by one.” He pointed out before moving over to Warriors. “Hey there, Pretty Boy. Slept well?” He queried with a mischievous grin.
“Oh shush it, Snarkster.” The Captain grumbled bit annoyed. Yet, he grinned when Legend laughed. He sat up when the Veteran moved forward to check on Twilight. “I hate knockout stuff.” He bit growled while sitting up and taking a check around. “Sprite?” He called when he noticed the golden armor from between Sky and Hyrule.
“I think he was struck down last.” Legend commented while having already gotten over to Four. “The bastards stayed back and on defense while shooting those freaking darts at one of us at each attack. That certainly made one of the darts eventually getting a hit in.”
“Worked way too fast for my liking.” Four stated out and the others nodded. Their notion went into the Chosen Hero and the Traveler when the duo began to whine and move a bit. It clearly meant that somehow they had ended up struck by one attack instead of having been targeted separately.
“Check on Sprite for me, please?” The war Hero called while still trying to get his mind cleared. Legend simply nodded while having been up for doing it anyways. Yet, his startled gasp snapped everyone’s notion into him.
“Time’s not here.” The Veteran half whispered at first. “Time’s not here!” He screamed out in rising panic. His brothers scrambled straight off over to see the situation as the Specialist suddenly realized what had been so off in the whole situation besides the fact of there being no bodies of their enemies.
The way Legend had seen the Old Man’s armor had been strange. It was too low and in wrong angle. He had first thought for the one eyed male to have been laying on his side but that made the height of the armor false. After that he thought he was more of leaning against Sky which would’ve put the height correct but the angle of the armor would’ve been thoroughly off.
“Shit. Time didn’t get the bastards.” Wild growled while already working with his Slate to store his leader’s gear into safekeeping. Four gave a swift check on the armor but he luckily didn’t find any blood in there.
“He was knocked out just like us. Can’t find any blood in here.” The Smithy observed before nodding to the Champion. “They took him but left us here. Alive. Why?” He half whispered more to himself than for getting an answer while frowning.
“The townspeople told the thugs kidnap and beat their victims. They choose the ones they consider strongest.” Sky spoke surprisingly calmly while reciting the information they had gained.
“Time wears full armor and has the Biggoron Sword. They clearly considered him as the biggest threat.” Wind told sorrowfully.
“He IS the biggest threat.” Hyrule pointed out with a grin. “And I’m not meaning just his height.” Yet, he slumped a bit with a sheepish look when the others groaned and facepalmed at that.
“I’ll sniff him out. We gotta find him soon. As far as the info goes, the thugs won’t hold their victims longer than a day or so.” Twilight reminded before already changing forms. Wolfie shook his body once before already starting to search for Time’s scent.
“Sprite will fight back.” Warriors assured firmly.
“Not if he thinks we’re in danger.” Legend pointed out dryly before already following the huge wolf.
“I doubt he’ll believe we’d be dead, though.” Sky pointed out. “I’m quite certain he’d know we’re alive.”
“Yet, if he was knocked out too, as I believe, he won’t know where we are.” The Veteran reminded unwillingly. “They could either claim they’ve poisoned us and hold the only antidote or they could claim to have us imprisoned. Either way, Time will do whatever it takes to keep us safe.”
“For family.” Hyrule half whispered and the others nodded.
“He’ll do anything for family.” The Specialist agreed before taking a check around. “Like each and every single one of us would.” That line gained another firm nod from the others without hesitation.
It took about an hour before the Sacred Beast had led his brothers a hatch in the ground. He changed back into Hylian before already forcing the doorway open. Without hesitation they entered the area with Twilight in lead as a wolf in case there’d be more corridors than just one straight road.
About half an hour after entering the place, the Chain heard what they had been waiting for but definitely NOT having wanted to hear: The sound of one sided fight and their oldest brother’s pained cries. That got them to move faster in fear of how long the Old Man had already been in the hands of the thugs.
Few corners later they came to a strange corridor. The right side’s wall was solid and normal but the left side was made out of glass. They had very clear sight into the room where the seriously unfair battle was going on. Yet, as they all reached the area for everyone to see the situation, no-one in the room paid even one bit of notion into them. That got them to suspect that there was some kind of magic going on which made it look like a normal wall from the side of the room. Either way, the Chain fully doubted they’d get the wall broken even if they’d try with everything and anything.
The eight Links were frozen to their place in shock, horror and terror as Time was cruelly slammed against the wall in front of them. He was growling while trying to push himself off of the obstacle before giving out half a scream, half a gasp as one of the eight thugs struck his back brutally with a wooden bat. The strength of the hit broke the weapon and that sound almost hid the notion of the impact having broken the spine.
The one eyed male sagged to the floor while grimacing in pain. The guy, without a weapon, snatched a hold of him from behind and threw him back towards the middle of the room. The landing was rough and knocked his air out while leaving him desperately to try and breathe. Yet, before he was capable of managing with the task, another guy kicked him to head that of hard that it knocked him out.
“Gotta give it to him. Lasted few hours longer than most of our catches.” One of the guys told with a smirk.
“Should we actually keep him? Second round would be fun too.” Another male inquired while crouching down. He checked for the pulse even though he already knew their victim to be alive.
“Nah. Why change good strategy? We got to use all of our weapons on him already.” The first one told while looking around. The whole room was littered with all kinds of bloodied or shattered things.
“I don’t think we would’ve lasted longer. It’s about time we finished this.” Third guy stated out with a smirk while fetching one of the swords. “Who wants the honors of taking his life?”
“I think it’s my turn.” Fourth guy stated out firmly. “You all have had the rights by now.” He pointed out while snatching the sword.
“Besides, I’m sure we can find the guy’s team and snatch our next play thing. I highly doubt they can find to here.” The first one assured and stretched. “Same as always. Knocking them out, taking the biggest threat and leaving their dead teammate’s body there. That’ll keep the rest from coming after us. And it’ll certainly give us more chance of snatching third one later on too.” He planned wickedly while clearly enjoying of the idea.
Suddenly the area rang with raged screams as the Chain of Heroes dashed into the room. Wolfie ran ahead of his brothers and crashed roughly into the one holding the sword before already beginning to maul his enemy.
The others followed swiftly while each picking one of the thugs as their target. Legend started off with sword and sending the guy flying backwards. He dashed after him and took out Fire Rod before already striking as the man got up to his feet. After the burning, he swapped into Ice Rod and froze the guy to his place. Lastly he finished the work by shattering the ice by his sword again and cutting one of his leader’s beaters into pieces.
Wind struck with the Skull Hammer and separated one of the bad guys from the others. He was screaming and crying as he struck with the heavy flat weapon down on the guy over and over again. “He hurt Time! He’s like the Yiga!” He kept thinking while keeping the image of Time’s condition whole time in his mind. He shattered each and every bone the guy had before finishing things off by a heavy strike at the man’s head.
Four split just before reaching his enemy. Each of the four colors were overtaken by rage of what had been done and what had been ready to happen if they hadn’t come to there just in time. But that wasn’t all, he kept in mind that seven earlier victims hadn’t been as lucky as Time was. No-one had saved them. And so they cut the guy’s legs just to get him down. After that they cut his arms before ramming the swords through the guy’s head, heart and both of his lungs.
Hyrule Shield Bashed his target’s face several times to get him to stumble backwards. Once far enough from the others, he struck with Thunder. He hit with the magic several times just be certain. Yet, he didn’t leave it there. Even though he was sure the guy was dead, he slashed the guy’s throat open. Right after that he turned around and dashed right back to Time. “Warriors! I need your aid in here!” He shouted while already initiating his magic but needing to make sure his oldest brother’s bones were in good enough position to heal properly.
Wild was the only one to keep distance. He shot two arrows, one to both leg, to crash the guy to his knees. Two more arrows and the guy’s knees were broken. Two more to upper part of his legs. Two and two into the arms. Three into the chest. And one last into the guy’s head. Fifteen arrows felt like too little but he wasn’t certain if he could’ve fitted more into his enemy’s body from front.
Sky didn’t feel like staining Fi with their enemy’s blood. These were thugs but not Yiga or Warriors’ era’s traitors. He felt like fighting with a sword against unarmed man was unfair. That was why he struck with punches and kicks. He drew from his fast swordsman skills and landed the hits fast and hard. The guy barely was even capable of trying to defend himself as he forced the arms down and landed the punches into the face and torso. He flinched each time he snapped a bone but he didn’t stop attacking until the guy laid dead on the ground.
Warriors saw red. He couldn’t wipe away the image of seeing his little brother’s beaten body and the cruel strikes they had witnessed. He wanted this guy to suffer as much as his Sprite had. That was why he first slashed with the sword to get the guy to move backwards. After that he picked the closest used weapon into his hands while putting the sword away. He struck hard and cruelly with the whip right across the guy’s face. Next he picked the close by pot and just threw it at the guy to let it shatter at his body. Then the broken leg piece of a chair and striking so hard that the guy’s arm broke. From there the spiked club and slamming it into the other arm. He let the club fall as he picked up the spear and pierced the guy’s leg with rough and fast stab in and out. Lastly he snatched a piece of the shattered window glass and slashed the guy’s throat open.
When the Traveler called for the Captain, he was panting hard while glaring at one of the eight thugs he had just brutally murdered. Yet, when the panic and worry registered in his mind, he already let the glass piece fall to the ground as he turned around and dashed to his little brother’s side. “How can I help?!” He nearly shouted while kneeling down to Time’s other side.
“Check his bones. I’ll be healing the worst damage the moment you say it’s a go.” Hyrule stated out firmly before glancing at Legend.
“I got three green potions, two blues and one red.” The Veteran stated out while taking them out. “Didn’t have money to stock better.” He apologized while hating to see the condition the Old Man was in.
“I’m sure that’s more than enough.” The half-fairy replied just before the Captain nodded firmly in confirmation. “Here goes.” He half whispered before taking a deep breath and placing his hands onto his oldest brother’s shoulders. Yet, he nearly instantly recoiled backwards. “Shit! Time’s overdone his magic. Protection one. It’s in chaos in there.” He nearly growled in desperation.
“The Fairy Salve!” Warriors exclaimed while already starting to search for it. “It should help, right? It did when Sprite overdid his fire.”
“Use Time’s own.” Hyrule half commanded after having nodded in agreement.
“Why not mine?” The Captain asked but already doing as told and calling Wild over to get the needed thing.
“Because there’s differences.” The half-fairy pointed out.
“I followed Time’s instructions and way of doing.” The war Hero nearly snapped before bit flinching and straight off apologizing for his tone of voice.
“Really?” Hyrule almost deadpanned. “How many violet petals did you use?”
“Five. Why?” The Chain’s leader’s second-in-command replied with a frown.
“Time used four.” The Traveler pointed out.
“Oh…” Warriors half whispered and Hyrule just nodded.
“Here.” The Champion stated out while giving the needed bottle to the Captain. Hyrule moved off the way to keep his magic from contaminating the healing salve.
“Get him to drink one sip of it. It’ll be more useful on this case than work on the damage.” The half-fairy advised and Warriors nodded in understanding. “My turn.” He stated out once the Fairy Salve was back in Wild’s Slate. This time he was capable of tapping into Time’s magic and aid the salve to heal while doing his own work of fixing the damage.
In the end it took all three green potions from Legend and two different elixirs from Wild, the Energizing and the Enduring Elixirs. Warriors, out of Hyrule’s request, gently forced Time to drink one red potion and one blue potion, both from the Veteran. Yet, it still took few hours before the half-fairy gave rights to move the oldest Hero up into the Captain’s arms so that they could leave the place and return to the town. Twilight changed forms so he could lead the way back to the hatch.
It was late in the next day when Time stirred. He frowned at the softness of where he was laying at. “Sprite?” Warriors called and bit relaxed when his little brother’s eye opened up and he looked around.
“Wars?” The call was weak and quiet but the one eyed male clearly relaxed as he saw his big brother. “The boys…?” He inquired with rising worry.
“Safe and sound. Right around you.” The Captain replied calmly before already starting to shake the others awake. “Time’s awake.” He told and bit grinned as the others pretty much snapped wide awake by that line. Yet, he frowned bit in worry as he noticed the Chain’s leader having closed his eye and turned to face the other way.
“That’s good. I…” Time half whispered quietly. “I thought…” He tried before sighing and shaking his head. “I couldn’t risk it. They said they had you and the boys. I couldn’t risk it.” He nearly mumbled.
“You could’ve asked for proof.” The war Hero half suggested. Yet, he ended up frowning even more in worry as the oldest Link shook his head.
“I didn’t dare to.” The Old Man replied sorrowfully. “If you were there…. I would’ve just endangered you by being brought over. I doubt I could’ve defended any of you too easily. And…” He gulped and bit slumped. “Didn’t want you see me fall.” He nearly just mouthed the words.
“Yeah, well, we did anyways.” Legend remarked before bit flinching at how rough his words came out.
“Yeah… Sorry ‘bout that…” Time replied with a small sorrowful smile. “I just… If you were there, I would’ve at least prolonged things and given you guys a chance to escape if possible. And if you weren’t….” He trailed off for a moment and shrugged. “I’d just need to stay alive long enough for you guys to save me.” Suddenly he started to frown before forcing himself up into sitting. “Wait… How…?” He queried while realizing how well he was functioning without pain.
“Hyrule.” Warriors just shrugged with that reply.
The one eyed male turned his shocked and bit fearful gaze into the Traveler. “That’s not… T-that’s not possible. I overdid Nayru’s Love. I know I did.” He stammered while gulping once in rising fear and uncertainty.
“Fairy Salve.” The Traveler stated out firmly. “It’s not just used on wounds and broken bones. I told Warriors to get you to drink a sip of it.” He explained calmly. “I let it affect for a while before adding my own magic to enhance its work while healing other parts at the same time.”
Time snorted softly and shook his head. “And I keep learning new things about that salve.” He mused fondly before pulling Hyrule into a hug. “Thank you.” He whispered before grinning a bit and showing to the others to get in. The moment he was in the group hug, he relaxed and calmed down.
The Chain’s leader knew he would go through hell and back again as many times as needed for his family. There was no doubt in it. But, most of all, he knew his family would come for him each and every time to save him. It was equally clear knowledge and he counted on it whenever he chose to do something life-threateningly stupid. And, once again, the eight boys of his had prove him correct. They had come to his rescue as soon as they had understood the situation.
For that day’s and evening’s meals Wild did comfort foods, hot chocolates and strawberry milkshakes with chocolate flakes. Besides the needed time to handle the foods, the Chain stayed right by their leader and as close as they could be. Time felt fully comfortable and safe when the eight Links fully surrounded him to create the Hero Pile of Support and Comfort. This was definitely the best place he could ever think of being no matter where he’d end up into during this quest: Safe and calm with the Chain around him while fully knowing his eight boys were equally safe and calm as he was.
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do revenge // mean!rafe cameron x camdoll!reader
summary ; you were tired and sick of the hell life the well-known kook prince give you. so after being for so long his favorite victim, you decided to fight back.
warnings : dark content. insecurities. revenge plot. bully!rafe. poker face!rafe. sick behavior and toxic attitude. smut. oral(m. receiving). dollification. blackmailing. dubcon. shitty kooks behavior. bad thoughts. quickly mentions of some kinks. self-justice. pogue/kook hate/unfair dynamic. free hate. masked reader. threatening. power imbalance. baddie attitude. minors dni. please, be careful with the warnings.
author's note : the girl on the gifs is not a faceclaim, it's only to show what kinda mask she wear. it's the first time i think i do something like that so......and it's a one-shot, so it's maybe a little too long 💀
you worked as a waitress in a small restaurant. you hated this job but you had to make money and today the place was a little empty so you thought you could relax but that was before Rafe showed up with his gang of kooks. you had started shaking as soon as you saw them. you felt so small and trapped, your breath sped up. there was like a lack of air in your lungs because you knew how rafe was with you, how much he hated you but above all, how much he loved to humiliate you. it was his favorite pleasure: being cruel to you. and damn, he knew how to hurt you better than anyone. he must have broken so many things in you, your ego, your heart, your self-esteem, your confidence, your joy of living that you wondered how you were still standing in his presence.
with a tense smile, you approached them because you also couldn't escape the group. you hugged your notepad to your chest, pressing tightly the page against your breasts. you were about to open your mouth when rafe cut you off.
“i understand better why this restaurant is so empty…” he commented, looking you up and down. “ but what i don’t get is why you haven’t been fired yet when you’re scaring customers away.”
“apparently not everyone since you're here...." that was what you wanted to answer but you preferred to kill yourself rather than make a remark to rafe that was going to cost you your life. and you wouldn't want to give him this pleasure.
“have you chosen what you want? ” you said, addressing everyone, preferring to ignore the leader of the kooks group.
“it’s so cheap here. ” he had commented. “ very cheap. ” from his insistent look, you understood that he was including you in his criticism. he was very childish.
you nervously tighten your grip on your pen. of all rafe's friends, topper seemed the most sensitive to what you were going through but he always stayed quiet. this idiot finally ordered cocktails. the words had to be ripped out of his mouth.
when you came back with the drinks, you delicately placed them on the table. you were embarrassed by the way rafe stared at you like you had something on your face, like he was planning another nasty remark. and it didn't take long, because the next minute, he had managed to make you cry and made everyone laugh.
when you handed him his glass, he purposely knocked it to the ground.
“what are you waiting for, pogue? clean it. it's not like it's new to you, you're used to cleaning up other people's shit. "
burning tears started to come out of your eyes, you bit your trembling lip. your throat was tight, and you hated everything you were feeling right now. the shame, the humiliation, the fear, it destroyed you.
you brought something to clean before bending down. he hadn't apologized. he never did it anyway. you kept all this grudge inside of you, even if it killed you.
he picked up your rag with a smirk. “you don't need that when you can use your tongue. ”
you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you had heard wrong. topper had intervened before you did. “hey dude, no need to go that far.”
“shut up, topper. i really need to show you that all women are fucking dirty and disgusting sluts. so stop protecting them, and watch the show i put on for you. and for free. ”
"rafe...listen..." you said softly.
“you better listen to me if you don't want to be fired. you know how good i am at making your life hell.” you started to kneel down, bringing your face closer to the ground. “yes, you understand very easily, maybe you can show your ass to the camera too. record it, kelce. lick it well, sweetheart. don't want to see your ugly face on the screen. “
this day was the last straw. it was worse than anything. it was completely degrading and nasty.
and it was surely at that precise moment, that night to be exact, that everything had changed in you. that you had decided that this couldn't last, that you had to play into the enemy's game to defeat him, that sometimes you had to be unfair when he cheated, that when someone was bad, you had to be tougher and stronger.
it had been several years that you had endured criticism from rafe and kooks about your physique, your pogue condition, that your face was the center of mockery and the worst jokes, that it lasted to the point that you had surely become the funniest joke or meme in the island.
but you had grown up. you had prepared your revenge over several months. because you couldn't pretend it didn't affect you. but all the hatred you had felt for yourself had started to turn towards rafe, to give you a reason to live, a purpose because he had given you a furious and crazy idea.
he had humiliated you. and he was going to taste his own medicine.
deep down, you weren't just doing this for yourself but for all the pogue girls who had suffered harassment from kook boys, for all the girls who had received bad treatment because they didn't look like princesses, for all the girls who were made to believe that they deserved nothing because they did not meet the physical standards. you had to put an end to this nonsense.
so after five months, you had become what rafe loved the most. you had become a very popular online camdoll for kooks. you wore a mask that hid your facial identity enough to not be recognized. you had a completely different style. you were surely prettier, more magnificent in his eyes. because he had fallen into the trap. he had this slightly superficial side. you knew you had succeeded from the moment you felt the difference. not only did he want you, but he wanted to possess you.
he was one of your loyal viewers. he didn't have his first name as a username but you knew it was him. his messages had the same tone as when he spoke to you.
he was pathetic, because he paid to see your content, to talk to you, to hear you touch yourself, to do dirty things to you. no matter how much you charged.
he even sent you a video of him jerking off on one of your lives. you couldn't lie, you had watched the entire video. his fist was wrapped around his painfully cock, moving up and down, the leaking tip disappearing and appearing with the speed of his thrusts, the way his boner grew bigger the more he thought of you. he was going so fast that his bulge was literally slapping against his hand with a loud, obscene noise, his sagging balls moving in rhythm. his hair was messy, there was a quiver in his lips every time he made a grunt. “ fuck...fuck...fuc'...gonna fuck that dollface one day...gonna get this dick all in your dumb pussy. ” his length was very feverish and at the same time hard, shaken with spasms. the veins pumped by his strokes. he had come in such a short time, loads of cum exploding all over his sweating chest. he had wiped everything with a pack of tissues. and just when you thought the video had come, he started again.
you never responded. only downloaded the video and stored in a confidential folder.
but one day, he spoiled you a little too much. however, you weren't doing anything really crazy. you fulfilled clients' requests — which involved masturbating with a vibrator, playing with your breasts while riding a dildo, putting as many fingers as your viewers wanted in your pussy, letting them dress you however they wanted, letting them make you crazy stupid and vulnerable, doing little shows and hauls until you end up naked, playing with the food on your body, recording your orgasms, filming you when you slept naked or took a shower.
you had decided to thank rafe for his expensive gifts by asking him to come to your house. you had a studio that you had decorated, enough to make him believe that you lived well, and that you could be a kook. obviously, he had accepted and of course, he was hoping for sex when you told him you had a surprise for him.
it was, he was going to have sex. and you a revenge.
rafe had always assumed that he hated you, the shitty, ugly pogue, that he would never sleep with you. and to quote his own words “even for a million, i could never fuck such a disgusting thing. ” and it was always in public, in front of people. then you were going to do the exact same thing. you were going to fuck with him, and if he loved show that much, he was not going to be disappointed.
on the day, you had prepared yourself for the occasion. while you were getting ready, there were tons of flashbacks in your head, scenes, words that kept coming back. all this cruelty that could make you vomit.
“i really thought alcohol would help me find you attractive but no, you're still just as ugly. i thought it was a pogue thing baby but actually it's just you. ” it was rafe.
“ i felt like i had hit you in the face ten thousand times with my golf ball. ” it was still rafe.
“the difference between you and the other pogues? is that you angel, you will never be able to hide the fact that you are one. all the misery shows on your face. ” always rafe.
and it was each time heavier, more hardcore. he reminded you of your condition, but also of how much he couldn't see you. you were too horrible. you never told anyone about this treatment, about all this hatred. but you had now learned, from the best, how to make noise.
you wiped away your tears, and brought the mask to your face. “i can do it. ” you muttered to yourself as you began to get slightly anxious. you were afraid of breaking down in the middle of the act, of finally not being sure you wanted all of this. you felt mixed feelings. was it really good to do that, was it really right? but on the one hand, what had justice done for you until now? absolutely nothing. like everyone else, she had watched you get humiliated. so it was just common sense?
the door to your studio rang. you opened it. you couldn’t lie that rafe was really handsome and smell good. but the first thing you noticed was his smile.
he was completely different. you could see in his eyes for the first time, something positive towards you.
" welcome. ” you said with a smile, inviting him inside.
oh he resisted the urge to kiss you, his hands were in his pockets but they were nervous and unsteady. they wanted to be on you.
“do you want to drink something? ” you added the name of the cocktail he always had at your restaurant. you had done it on purpose but he hadn't noticed. he nodded.
“are you going to take off your mask one day? ”
“without it, i am no longer what i am. so it's better that i keep it. isn’t that all you want me to be? a doll. ”
“no, you’re right. then at least i know you're not a fucking pogue. ”
“it would be bad for your reputation too. i already see the headlines and the taunts "rafe cameron fucks a pogue" and people will laugh at you, and you hate it being humiliated. no one likes it. ”
“you look really nice, doll. i mean, kind.” he replied.
“i am but i believe that some people. ” you pressed the word, and gave him an honest look. “have abused a lot of this part of me. that's why i'm a doll, i don't have to feel anything, just do what people want me for. you can fulfill your every desire with me. do you want to see me in a certain dress? let me change. do you want to release your anger in me? let me help you. do you just want to fuck me? i am literally made for this. ”
“you are made for me. ” you smiled through the mask because in a way, he was right. he had created your character.
“do you mind if i film? i really want to record this. you are the first customer I have met. it's special for me. ”
" no. at least people will know to who you belong. ”
“that’s exactly it. ” you lied when starting the live. “let’s get started. ”
you had removed his pants and his boxers, placing yourself between his thick tighs, he was so much bigger than you that you looked like a small caged thing.
you placed your outrageously manicured hands on his open legs, your mouth sinking and wrapping around his hard cock. your tongue had started rolling around the girth, you could feel the small drop of precum going down your throat. this part that he was soon going to get fucked strongly and hard.
you wanted to drive him crazy, see him sweat like a pig because you were so good, because you did it all too well. he had wrapped your hair in a grip to make it easier to pull on it. “yes...suck that cock...just like that...let me ruin that mouth...fuck…”
your dripping lips were stretched by the size of his length, and the way it was getting completely hard inside of you. you could feel the drool running down the sides of your mouth. you felt every inch of his penis fucking your throat. and through your mask, you saw his smirks. he pulled your hair, and you took all of him, until your face came into contact with his pelvis, every bit of him was in you. you almost gagged.
he had barely pulled out of you before he entered you again. his cock worked against your tongue, brushing it harshly, the tip tapping the back of your throat. your cheeks were sunken, and your lips drowned between spittles and saliva. “you're perfect, doll...you really know how to suck...i could really take advantage of the situation if you keep this up...” at his words, you sucked him faster, pumping efficiently while his hand stroked your hair. his fingers moved along with your head.
he was completely using you, doing whatever he wanted with you. and you let him do it, because you wanted him to be proud of himself and to be seen on camera. he had pushed his cock onto your mask, decorating it with saliva, your own currently drooling. “so pretty. ” he had commented. he pushed his cock back into your mouth without warning, taking it ever deeper. you felt fizzy. your lips were open and used for several minutes non-stop, your throat puckered and pummeled. your jaw was starting to hurt, but you didn’t show it. you had to be perfect, packaged the way he wanted. your tongue flickered around him, teasing his girth.
“ need to be inside you...so bad...you make me feel so good. it's your face, doll. you're divine.”
maybe he had a mask kink to say that, to also be turned on by a fucking plastic object. or maybe it was the face he imagined behind it all? you didn't know.
he had thrown you on the bed, opened your legs in two and pushed your body against his hips, pulling you by the waist. his cock had twitching, purring some pre-cum, at the contact with your soaked cunt.
“ i could never sleep with a pogue. but especially with you, just thinking about it makes me vomit. “ it was perfect that you remembered that in the moment, as he thrust into you, his hips moving slowly.
your pussy clenched around his cock, barely letting him move without hurting you. “ fuck, you're so fucking tight, doll....need me to stretch this pretty little cunt. i'm gonna make you so dumb. “
you couldn’t hide that you still got wet, and damn, he knew how to fuck and you couldn’t be his first time. he had started pounding into you once your pussy had started to ease around him.
it was really intense, his body slamming violently against yours, the strike echoing through the room. your weak moans but which he heard very clearly, and which encouraged him to go even further within your walls. he pushed himself even more to hear you scream. he had a goal and he wanted to make you so stupid that in the end you wouldn't be able to do anything.
he buried himself inside you, his powerful thrusts stretching your pussy, your body twitching beneath him. he was on top of you, staring into your eyes. you were a little fascinated. his shoulders were broad and muscular, his arms heavy and toned, and his abs were perfect arranged into six packs. his hair fell on his forehead.
he couldn’t see the emotions on your face, nor clearly define what you were feeling. he only had your voice and the reactions of your body.
your pussy hugged him with each strokes, he filled you completely, making his way to your spot. your puffy slit was spread, capturing his bulge. you squeezed him harder, he startly getting down, the wet and dirty sounds of his hips rocking your body. you could see the vein on his neck, his contracted muscles covered in sweat.
he had placed his lips on yours, his mouth kissing yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, gently guiding the kiss with your tongue.
he continued to fuck you, while playing with his tongue in your mouth, kissing you without limits, until your lips and jaws were covered in drool. you waited for him to cum inside you. but he hadn't pulled out while you were flooded, loaded with his cum, and some orgasms you'd had. it dripped from your slit onto the sheets. he had placed the tip of his cock back in front of your entrance, picking up where his enjoyment had left you off.
this time it was a little gentler. it was like you had established a little intimacy even though you knew it wasn't true. after a few minutes, he stopped.
" are you always being that kind ?…”
“ you think i'm a mean person ? ”
“ you never hurt people ? never in your life ? ” you asked him, with a friendly tone.
“ what if ? ”
“ don't freak out. everyone has a mean side. now, you got me curious. can you tell me the worst thing you have done to someone ? ”
“ maybe it was to one of that trashy pogue…” it started, and you forced yourself to not react when you saw the smile on his face. even after years, it didn't regret anything. because obviously, he talked about you.
“ thank you for confessing this story to me. now, i have a gift for you…” you said with a fakely soft voice. “ it was not the sex part. i'm willing to let you see me without my mask. i really want you to see me because i trust you. ” was obviously a lie.
“are you sure? ” he was so surprised by your proposal. “ don't you want to tell me something worse you did to someone too ? ”
“ oh, it's part of the gift, rafe . ”
at this moment, he knew. he fucking knew.
he had removed your mask.
because of the shock, he took a step back.
his face was indescribable.
“oh no, you can't pretend to be disgusted, not after fucking me like you've wanted this your whole life. ” you smiled. “what did you say before? that you could throw up? liar. you came so hard in me. and, it is still dripping. come on, don't run away, give a closer look. maybe i should make you clean the mess you made with your tongue. like you did to me. maybe, this time you will vomit. but i'm not sure, you're such a pathetic hater. and i'm just not afraid of you anymore. ”
“what the fuck is wrong with you, pogue ?! did you have fun?”
“ pogue ? ” you mocked. “ was babydoll, sweetheart, a few minutes ago. now, it's pogue ? how it feels, rafe ? how does it feel to be humiliated ? i think, it's better for you to apologize for all these years. but not only for me, for every pogue. ”
a crazy laugh escaped his lips, as he came closer to you. “ really ? what make you feel that i will apologize ? especially to you. ”
“ because now, the game is over. it's a war and i'm gonna fight back. it means, i will drag you down. every secret, every weakness, every move that you want to hide from me will be from now my first concern. i'm glad that you hate me because it's only the beginning. ”
“ you really think that you have some power over me ? be serious. ”
“ it's not about power at all. it's about justice. ”
i also wanted to thanks @bunnyrafe @rafecameroninterlude and @bimbotrashcan who helped me a lot, and trusted me for this !! tysm, i'm very grateful <333
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What will Jaime's reaction and development in response to the probable slaughter of Freys and Lannisters ("Red Wedding 2.0") by Lady Stoneheart, and the rebellion of the Riverlands that will likely follow, be? While there are a lot of valonqar theories and theories of how he might survive the encounter with Stoneheart, but for some reason I don't recall any theories on this front. Might there be a realization that his family's, and his, actions in the Riverlands from AGoT forward were wrong?
To the extend a “second Red Wedding” or similar event happens, I tend to think the impact would be intended for us as readers, rather than for Jaime as a character. Throughout his chapters in AFFC and ADWD, in my opinion, Jaime never quite gets to the point of realizing, to put it a certain way, “are we the baddies”. Jaime may pat himself on the back (with his golden hand) for hanging outlaws found beneath a Wode keep, but never considers what responsibility his father’s order to raze the Riverlands had on these presumably homeless, presumably starving people sheltering in a now-rare refuge. Jaime advocates for the Lannister-Frey household at Darry to “make the smallfolk love you” as a response to their support of the brotherhood without banners, without acknowledging the hypocrisy of this household trying to win the love of people whose neighbors had been raped, murdered, and despoiled by Lannister agents and whose lords and countrymen the Freys had murdered in a gross violation of guest right (or such smallfolk seeking justice from a royal dynasty which directly engineered and benefitted from the Red Wedding). Jaime applauds himself for, as he sees it, bringing about Riverrun’s surrender without seeing, or being willing to see, that by bringing an army to this siege, mentally deciding that he would storm the walls if the Tullys remained obstinate, and threatening Edmure with violence against himself, his people, and his unborn child, he, Jaime, had already violated his oath to Catelyn (to say nothing, again, of rewarding the perpetrators of the Red Wedding). Jaime departs Raventree Hall not only by threatening Lord Tytos with Hoster’s beheading if Tytos were to aid any “outlaws and rebels” but by wishing him “a good harvest and the joy of the king’s peace” - a cruel and hollow sort of farewell, given that Jaime’s family’s agents ravaged the Riverlands and its hope of harvests and that this same royal government was the one which oversaw the murders of, among others, Blackwood’s second son and his king. Given all that, I don’t see it likely or timely for Jaime to witness a second Red Wedding type of event and say “oh right, we were wrong the whole time”; Jaime’s had plenty of evidence of that up to this point without drawing that conclusion.
Which is not to say that this event, should it happen, would have no impact, of course. Rather, I think GRRM may use such an event to have readers reflect on, and perhaps challenge, any desire for and approach to vengeance. The Freys may suffer and die en masse - not necessarily just those who directly swung a sword or helped organize the Red Wedding in the first place. The uncomfortable display and exploration of the violent execution (pun intended) of certain acts of vengeance is a topic GRRM often handles very well, and I could see the author writing a second Red Wedding as, perhaps, an escalation of the end of Brienne’s arc in AFFC: as then the brotherhood, under Lady Stoneheart, was willing to murder Brienne, Hyle Hunt, and Podrick Payne on grossly inaccurate and unjust connections to the Lannister regime, so now perhaps the brotherhood and Lady Stoneheart will kill any Freys they can seize, whether or not these Freys actually participated in or even condoned the Red Wedding.
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It always makes me feel so ehh when people use chosen!Durge when they strictly mean this bloodthirsty cruel person because be honest, what choice did they really have? Unless you play Durge as being incredibly suicidal and unhealthily self-sacrificing, telling Bhaal they will do his bidding is for the most part a survival choice. Durge as a character doesn't know Withers will just swoop in and bend the fabric of the universe to his will to save them, they have no idea that their refusal won't be the last thing they do. So it makes perfect sense for someone who is not necessarily an Evil person to go along simply because they're scared of dying (and being tortured in the Bhaal's domain forever), but both the game and a large portion of players refuse to acknowledge it.
Chosen Durge is always the baddie, a lost cause, and while that can well enough be true for some characters to me it's just.. boring? Unless you play/write them evil from start to finish, it really falls flat. Where are the blurry lines? Where's the moral complexity? Not everything is binary, but it feels like in Durge's case everyone from the characters in-universe to a lot of people engaging with the story only believe they can be one or the other. Completely different, changed person who would rather die than to endure Bhaal's hold on them or a monster so soaked through to the bone with Bhaal's taint, even amnesia wasn't enough to save them. That's what the "redeemed" and "chosen" shorthands look like to me. Even using [alignment]!Durge is better. Someone saying they made a redeemed!Durge tells me nothing. Yeah they let Bhaal kill them, great. What are they like, though.
Ezra could very well fall under the Chosen category, but he is SO far removed from what that means in the fandom, using it for him would be doing him a disservice. I refuse to simplify him that way, he has too many layers and is too complex as a character to put him in a box like that. Even alignment does a shoddy job at summarising him to me. People don't work like that. They're often self contradictory and don't think before they act. Okay his baseline is chaotic neutral, but sometimes he borders on evil and other times he's so incredibly selfless you could call him chaotic good even. Circumstance and emotions can affect people greatly!
It really just boils down to.. PLEASE try to get out of the black hole of Larian's rushed "Oh shit we need to put a bhaalspawn origin in this" black and white narrative and see just how many galaxies there are to explore. Don't constrain yourself to the story forks they established, you're just hurting your character writing in the long run and putting a big ass sign on them that pretty much makes them get lost in the sea of all the other "redeemed" and "chosen" Durges. They might make good descriptors if you're just crafting characters to play as, but I wish we dropped them entirely. It's not OC language, it's AU language for canon characters who already had all the work done on them by writers and that people at large know well enough to tell there's more to them than that. In here it doesn't work.
And I also consider it kind of TikTok lazy and uncreative to use, but that's just me.
#in general i have a very strong beef with oc stories that are just strict retellings of someone's playthrough lol#great you put your character in the dev's y/n fanfic#the backstory can be interesting i guess#but if you don't craft your own game canon it's gona be a pass from me#you gotta be autistic about it#bg3#baldur's gate 3#the dark urge#bg3 spoilers#durge spoilers
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waitt i need to know why you hc ludo bagman as a genuine death eater sympathiser omg. that sounds fascinating
thank you very much for the ask, pal!
that bagman was really a death eater sympathiser is something i've been committed to believing since i first read goblet of fire, but it's something i've been pondering particularly recently as part of writing subluxation, which is a big look at the set-up and function of the wizarding state during voldemort's takeover in 1997-1998 from the perspective of percy weasley.
which means - of course - that it requires a bit of grappling with percy's main man - and bagman's frenemy - barty crouch sr.
the way the canon narrative - not only harry's perspective but also characters harry implicitly trusts, like sirius and dumbledore - wants us to react to crouch sr. is something that really interests me. because i think it's reasonable to say that - while the series doesn't regard him as a villain villain, per se [as it does for characters such as umbridge] - it doesn't see him as someone we are supposed to regard in a particularly positive light either, even after the reveal that barty crouch jr. was a death eater and his father was justified in sending him to azkaban [even if he didn't keep him there...]
crouch - like cornelius fudge, rufus scrimgeour, and percy himself - is a victim of the narrative's general consensus that ministry workers who are not under the impression that the ministry cannot function admirably or efficiently without input from dumbledore are people we should have no real respect for. he is shown, in his canon appearances, to be something of a jobsworth - officious and dull and uncreative in his thinking, which serves both as a personification of what the series thinks about the civil service and as a narrative device to make the reveal that he broke his son out of prison and kept him, essentially, drugged at home all the more shocking.
but crouch is also interesting in another sense - in that he is not a villain, but that he does not fit into the way the series categorises the behaviour of its heroes surrounding mercy.
we are told in goblet of fire that crouch - as head of the department of magical law enforcement in the 1970s - was responsible for the escalating harshness of the government's response to voldemort. policies such as the instructions for aurors to shoot to kill if they encountered suspected death eaters and the use of internment without trial of those accused of collusion with voldemort [both of which, as i am always banging on about, are references to the actual behaviour of the british state in northern ireland during the same time period] emanate directly from him.
and this ties into a theme which is prominent in the run of books between prisoner of azkaban and half-blood prince: that the world is not split into good people and death eaters. the purpose of these central books in the series is to show that - once harry's worldview widens from the hogwarts-exclusive focus it has in the first two, more childlike, books - the rot in the wizarding world goes far beyond voldemort. the wizarding state is shown - time and time again - to be cruel, corrupt, prejudiced, and stagnant, and the ministry's most loyal bureaucrats and their unwillingness towards mercy are largely blamed for this situation.
because of course - as i have complained about before - the morality of the harry potter series is individualist. good and evil are located by the text within the individual, which means that states and their institutions are automatically less interesting to it than singular heroes and villains in an epic baddies-versus-goodies showdown.
but it's also true that - as a protagonist - harry's morality is extremely self-serving. by which i mean that he has a tendency to reach black-and-white judgements on people he encounters - they're good if they're nice to him, they're bad if they're cruel to him - and to never deviate from them.
and - indeed - to never have to deviate from them. it's worth saying that harry's conversion rate on being right about people is really high - his immediate dislike of characters such as draco malfoy, lockhart, and umbridge is entirely justified; his immediate trust of characters such as sirius is the same. his only misjudgments relate to characters who are crucial to the narrative outside of harry's feelings towards them - he's wrong to trust the teenage tom riddle in chamber of secrets, he's wrong to trust the fake "moody" in goblet of fire, he's wrong to trust "bathilda bagshot" in deathly hallows, and he is, of course, wrong about both snape and dumbledore.
but - outside of this - his judgements are usually proven to be right [and, indeed, his good instincts are lampshaded by the narrative in deathly hallows, when lupin literally says this]. and so we are supposed to assume, i think, that character judgements he makes which we see no broader resolution to are correct.
for example - harry's conviction that stan shunpike is under the imperius curse is never taken by the text as anything other than true. there is no suggestion whatsoever that harry is wrong and that stan - a young, working-class man with delusions of grandeur, who would presumably be reasonably easy to radicalise - might be a genuine supporter of voldemort, and harry's complete certainty that stan is falsely imprisoned [with the callbacks this gives to his feelings about sirius' treatment] isn't used by the narrative as an example of him being naive and self-righteous, but as an example of the fundamental goodness, sensibleness and mercifulness of his character which justifies his ascent to an allegory for christ in the latter stages of deathly hallows.
and the same applies to ludo bagman. when harry witnesses his trial, he finds the suggestion that he might have been a death eater absurd, clearly finds the jury's immediate dismissal of it amusing, and is unsympathetic to crouch when he is infuriated by bagman's acquittal. he takes dumbledore's assurance that bagman has never been accused of any nefarious activity since without question [something he does not do for snape] and his view throughout goblet of fire - much as it is for stan - is that bagman is seedy and not particularly clever, but that he is also such a transparently ridiculous person that to suspect him of being someone voldemort would care about is idiotic, and that crouch's inability to bang him up in azkaban on spurious charges can only - given what happened to sirius - be a good thing.
but the issue is that - notwithstanding his commitment to extrajudicial punishment - barty crouch sr. is... clearly right to investigate bagman thoroughly.
we are told in order of the phoenix that voldemort's power depends on a vast network of ministry informants. we are shown in deathly hallows that his coup is only successful because almost the entirety of the civil service remains in post. we are shown time and time again throughout canon that voldemort's views - on blood-supremacy and magic-supremacy, on the supposed value of maintaining the class system - are incredibly mainstream political opinions, and we can infer from this that a majority of the population of wizarding britain have the view sirius tells us his parents did: that, while they're uneasy with voldemort's violence and while they're certainly not paid-up death eaters, they think voldemort has the right idea.
dumbledore - and the order - are shown throughout canon to be preoccupied with the big fish. the death eaters they target are voldemort's inner circle - the marked loyalists he trusts as generals. we never see - outside of the snatchers - the lower-profile but infinitely more important cogs in voldemort's machine: the people who traffic stolen goods and lift ministry secrets from filing cabinets and observe potential recruits in pubs and pass gossip along whisper networks until it reaches the dark lord. the sort of people crouch clearly wanted to eradicate, but couldn't find the goodwill within the ministry to do so.
bagman can easily fit this profile - he's presumably a pureblood or a half-blood and raised in the wizarding world, since his parents canonically have at least one wizarding friend [augustus rookwood]; he is clearly relaxed about making use of the class system, since he expects to finesse a job out of rookwood when his professional quidditch career ends; and he is possessed of extremely dubious morals. we also know that pleading ignorance of who you were working for was a famously successful - and, presumably, voldemort-sanctioned - way of getting away with having colluded with the death eaters. it makes just as much sense - then - for bagman's "oh, i just thought i was chatting about state secrets with rookwood as a mate" act to be in the same vein as lucius malfoy pretending to be under the imperius curse as it does for him to actually have been that dumb, and so it makes sense for him to have gone actively looking for information he could pass to rookwood because of some sympathies [even if they were uneasy ones] with rookwood's cause.
do i think he was a marked death eater? no - i think voldemort couldn't pick him out of a line-up and he never achieved anything other than being an informant rookwood could tap for details and documents he could pass up to his master if they looked interesting.
but this would have been what voldemort's ministry infiltration actually looked like - and it is a much more insidious, and interesting, concept than loads of aristocrats fighting and being sexy, which i think is really worth exploring when we think about wizarding politics.
#asks answered#asenora meta#i am obsessed with wizarding bureaucracy and i make no apologies#ludo bagman#barty crouch sr
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canon vs fanon main characters
I’ve had to answer this ask six times because Tumblr on my phone keeps deleting my response
Sf
Canon: Severely traumatized, not very loud about his feelings, not very loud in general, good intentions but DEFINITELY not innocent, avoids attention and confrontation as much as possible, a cat, child that needs protecting, actually kind of smart sometimes, “everything that happens to me isn’t my choice anymore” but in a bitterness to the world way
Fanon: Neurotically anxious, main character syndrome, loud, “PLEASE DONT HURT ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,” panics a lot (but not in the way he actually does this one is more like a meltdown than a panic attack,) innocent bean, literally almost every other animal other than a cat (usually mouse or sheep,) kind of dumb child that needs protecting, shouldn’t be left on his own, warms up to people too fast, “everything that happens to me isn’t my choice” but in a woe is me kind of way (main character syndrome)
Phoenix
Canon: Literally a horrible person, woman, boxy and strong, scariest and most dangerous out of the main cast, a literal sadist, horribly unwell both physically and mentally, actually just a monster she’s just become the epitome of a monster, TORTURES people and never intentionally KILLS them, absolutely terrifying especially in a fight, very unstable mentality (which leads to her being not so evil sometimes,) she cannot be fixed
Fanon: Man (???) less scary than loading (??????) kind of edgy but not super scary, the cool lady baddie character that everyone avoids because she’s kind of scary, kills people, isn’t very cruel she’s just insane, “ehehehheee” evil instead of just actual pure evil
Loading
Canon: Mentally unstable, gayest man alive, very severe mood swings (can be the nicest man alive or the most viscerally psychotic creature chasing you like a rabid dog,) a stupid idiot, no capability of manipulation (he also would have no interest,) manic killer, loves Draven with a deep passion, people think he’s evil because it’s just the way he is, silly
Fanon: Big evil mastermind, calculating psycho, always evil, kind of a jerk, smart, a simp for Draven, people think he’s evil because he tries to be, sfs worst nightmare (occasionally #1 tormentor???????) scariest of the gang
Draven
Canon: Apathetic scary man, he’s scary because he’s unpredictable, occasionally sadistic and when he is he’s actually really bad, doesn’t look for much trouble but when he does his craziness shows through, but he’s also actually traumatized and is struggling with it, love loading with the same deep passion, okay yeah now that I think about it he’s actually very mentally unwell too
Fanon: Emotionless man who doesn’t care about anything (he does he just doesn’t show it) not scary, kind of uninterested in loading, dad vibes sometimes I don’t know how
Reena
Canon: Bubbly, kind of a jerk actually, annoying, nice to her friends though, can’t do much about anything that’s happening to sf despite really wanting to, watches over sf rather than protects him
Fanon: Protects sf, innocent, elegant, kind peaceful ghost type thing idk there’s not much else she doesn’t get a lot of attention
#answered#art#oc#canon vs fanon#the difference is funny#loading especially like what#not blaming anyone for these I understand why you’d think this
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If Bela Dimitrescu were living in modern times as an NYPD Officer, and the family was there too, here is how I’d imagine it. Her little description narrating, with some fiction. Might make it into one, not sure yet.
Well…if anyone were to ask about my family life…sure gets interesting. Definitely fun times away from the baddies of NYC. Laughs, tears, but we all love each other…even mother towards her brother my uncle, sometimes at least they can get along. Let’s start it up with,
First up, my baby sis…Daniela. Ya she can be a bit of a head case at times 😏. But she’s the sweetest, funniest sis anyone can ask for. She’s a manager at a small book store on 27th street in downtown Manhattan. But she knows her books good, well definitely the romance section…lol. Of course every time I come in, she’s always telling me I should take a read of the Fifty Shades of Grey series 😟😣…ummm no, sorry sis. Especially after that one Christmas you gave that book for mom…ohh did she go a lil red that Christmas morning. Then there are her and her cats. She does love them but her new landlord is a real 🤬. He doesn’t want animals in the apartment Dani has, and I know he’ll work whatever tricks to make her leave. But I do know in my building a Hungarian couple are leaving and I got a landlord who’s a real cat lady too, and loves books. Guess I’ll put in a kind word for my sis…what do ya think?
Okay next up is my sis, Cassandra. Manhattan’s practical Connor McDavid. A tough cookie who loves flaunting off her muscles and other… features a lil too much for my taste to many a guys in and out of the building🙄🫢🤣 . But she is my sister either way 😉. She’s a trainer at the city’s oldest boxing training centre. Outside when we do butt heads and I have to come around on and off duty to break up a stupid mindless fight, she does help me toughen up physically and is a great coach on mentally and physically preparing like this pic. She did get me an exclusive membership, as well as a couple other officers from my Precinct in there. One did hook up for a dinner with her, who knows if my matchmaking turns into a courtship of my sis 😅🥰. Time will tell. But do love spending time with her. Not to mention, one of the trainers there I think likes me. He is quite cute, like a mix of Mark Wahlberg and Channing Tatum 😍😛.
Ahhh moving along, dearest Mother. Countess Alcina Dimitrescu. She’s done pretty good for herself. A huge owner of a very wealthy wine production company she inherited from my grandfather who started it all back in Romania, then immigrated to New York. It’s gone quite huge. Now she runs the business. Outside that, and her pretty hot temper, want to kill her brother my uncle, and a little snooty sometimes 🙄, she’s really the coolest mom, and loves all of us just as much. Gets quite scared for us versus the “big apple, so full of scandalous and disgusting cruel men.” But knows we are all doing what we love doing. I can’t tell you she almost stroked out, when I dawned the NYPD shield. But here we are at some of her fav restaurants near the real business end of NYC. The meal was great, pay a mortgage for some small chicken salad, when I could pay two bills and get a nice burger. Oh well. By the way don’t tell mom, but her dog Molly…ugh I hate that dog! 😡🤫😶
And here he issss…me and my uncle Heisenberg. You need it and he’ll fix it, doesn’t matter how long it takes, he’ll do it. How to describe to anyone who meets my dear uncle. Well….he’s loud, vulgar, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. But he’s a genius when it comes to fixing anything..including cars, trucks, bikes, and a niece’s broken heart with his humour. Has really helped me with our time spent getting through some my toughest days whether me with things I saw or did at work or family issues. Mother does not get along the best with him, and doesn’t know much. On my grad night, after the ceremony, I snuck off to his mechanic shop and I celebrated with him and got drunk well underage so shhhh…def got me liking a cold Budweiser though these days after a hard day of work 😂🍻.
PS: that beauty of a Mustang he really fixed up, said he’d give it to one of us sisters in his will, said may try Dani…that happens I’ll make sure the city is alerted to the crazy red head on the roads in the red mustang…😅😂
Ahh my uncle Moreau….really is something he is. He’s been an Emergency Physician in NYC for years. I’ve seen many of my coworkers, suspects, and victims end up just so safe in his hands. He’s such a sweet heart too, despite it’s been years since he’s last spoke to his mother. A woman who was such a cruel bitch over the years. They had a break down many years ago. Don’t know too many details but he seems to be doing okay. And just such a sweet good heart. Here we are lunching and talking about many things, from med procedures to his team, the Yankees 🧢. Even gone to a couple games together. Loves all of his nieces the same, ya old big lug.
My aunt Donna, can be quite at times…unusual but she runs an incredible herbal medicine shop, that draws in a lot of people from the city. Times did get tough both during Covid and some asshole that burned her shop down a few months after. She had a major mental breakdown after that, and didn’t trust too many people. But her strength along with me, Cass and Dani’s help plus her daughter, Angie got her back on her feet. She loves her doll making business on the side and has made some insane projects happen especially donating to the sick kids hospital. And her garden is her other treasure room, we both find the time to share and help with. Plus an amazing view of the city.
And speaking of incredible. If this little one 🤭, ever suits up with the NYPD, I swear she could take the whole amount of crime out of this city. Angie is one one smart cookie. She loves Cass and Dani, but I’m the top fav auntie on the list 😁. Here we are, I’m babysitting dear Angie, while Aunt Donna makes it to her third date with another neighboring florist owner too GO AUNT DONNA GIRL 🤘. I’m the fav cause when I watch her I do…break some rules. Late night video games, and release the hidden stash of treats. And ya…I’m screaming during our playing of Resident Evil Remaster because….i….hate….spiders….and I would rather deal with some drunken junkie puking on my shoes in 99 degree heat in some smelly alley, than…spiders 😭😵…
Yes that’s about with me and my family. But I’m gonna level with you all. I love them all deeply, and I also miss….dad.
And I do this everyday, on or off duty.
Rain or shine. Night or day.
I stop at a small flower shop near where ground zero was. And I buy one rose. Then I make my way, and have my time…alone.
I lay a single rose, where the south tower went down that fateful day of 9/11.
Growing up, he was really just the most incredible person ever. Tough, inspirational, resilient, and just so warm with love.
He and mom were just so deeply good to one another, and me growing up. Even after he and mom married, and he became the chief accountant for mom’s business in the World Trade Centre. Those years it seemed so good, but things got rough and they eventually divorced just after mom had Cass.
I never stopped loving him though. My best memories was going to see mom accompanied by my nanny when she worked. But if she got too busy, then dad would spend time with me at the south tower.
We’d go up to the very top of it, where you could see everything. A lot of the time we went and there weren’t many, if any anyone at all. Just me and dad. You felt completely at the top of the world in the moment. And we’d often talk about life and its choices to make. Just such good words and laughs, ya know family time.
After the divorce, they weren’t all that close, but weren’t all that separated either.
I still remember our last meal though, lunched in the concourse, then back up, mom was with us too. We didn’t say a word, just all stood and stared out in the distance not knowing what tomorrow may bring. That was the last time we were together as a family with mom holding little Cassie looking out in that distance too.
Then the next day, September 11 happened.
The world and mine stopped that day.
I just shut down after we found out dad didn’t get out of the building. And when it collapsed the way it did, I sure felt that way too.
I couldn’t cry, eat, sleep, or anything for months. Until I completely broke out and down in uncle Heisie’s arms for hours after the one night Dani was born, my dad’s last gift and thank you of love to all of us.
In those months and years, mom was hit really hard too. One time before I went off to college, the day while I was still recuperating from my “lovely secret celebration out 🤫” Mother told me she wished she gave dad all the love they could have, and she wished she didn’t accuse him of having an affair with some corporate exec woman, which wasn’t true. But the damage was done. And how she wished she gave them another chance, but it was too late. Ohhh mom, dad will remember because deep down he knows as much as I do. You loved him so deeply. 🥺😢😭.
Since then, the family has helped so much with how close and the strength we give each other.
Mom and dad sure have gave me that over those years growing up into the person I am today, and in turn to want to I guess keep and help those show it too, than become so mindless and cruel. Hence why I became a cop.
I use their strength to push when I have my darkest days and wanna pull my hair out.
But all of them do help me, and I try even when I face people who wanna stab, shoot, spit, puke, piss and other fun stuff to me.
So here I am, Officer Bela Dimitrescu of the NYPD. For you dad, mom, Cass and Dani, uncle Heisenberg and Moreau, Aunt Donna and Angie. Love all of you.🥰😘❤️💕
Many thanks for the likes….ya a lot of it I made up, and still working if I’m gonna fanfic it. Lemme know. Thank you anyways for your support folks. Bless and love ❤️
#fanfic#bela dimitrescu#resident evil village#resident evil#cassandra dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#karl heisenberg#daniela dimitrescu#salvatore moreau#donna beneviento#resident evil angie#nypd
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If I have to be honest, I think the most evil character we've seen on murder drones is Alice. Think about it, all the other baddies do their killings rather quickly. Doll killed her classmates in a matter of seconds, as did solver Uzi. Even the AS itself killed everyone on Earth instantly.
Alice, on the other hand, made it very clear that she was going to make Uzi suffer a very slow painful death. I'm pretty sure if Uzi didn't overload the door controls, N and Tessa probably would've kicked the bucket, and then I think Alice would've done something awful to Uzi, such as ripping her open like Beau did to N, but keeping her alive and forcing her to watch as Alice painfully pulled her piece from piece. I bet If Alice wanted, she would've made it last for hours. Not only that, but V would just be on the other side of the curtain, being forced to listen to the noises and likely Uzi's cries of pain and Alice's maniacal laughter at Uzi's pain. As if V doesn't have enough traumatizing memories as is.
This is why I think that Alice is by far the most evil drone we've encountered.
I do think Alice is very cruel, but I don't think any of the characters in the show are inherently evil per say (Besides the Solver, but again we don't know much motives behind it). Yes, Alice is sadistic and doesn't seem to have much sympathy, but also all of the drones that have such negative qualities have gone through horrible things in the past to make them the way they are now.
Alice had some pretty good reasoning to why she acted like that, she's been stuck in a lab with an actual baby for god knows how long. She was also pretty bitter about Nori leaving the drones in the labs down there with the sentinels by the looks of it. Hell, maybe she was even jealous of Nori and her powers because of how petty she seemed with her AS powers.
All of this pent up anger and envy probably just got burst out on other drones after so long of not hearing another voice, being that Beau can't talk(?). Her rage for being left there to die to the things one of the few people who could get you out of there used to control is just shoved onto Uzi and the rest of the cast with her being spiteful about the cards of life she was dealt. Uzi being Nori's daughter only fueled her want to make her suffer more as a last sort of revenge. But all the points you present are valid! She's definitely one of the least empathetic drones? I just don't see any drones as actually straight up evil.
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How to easily increase the angst
Don't kill your enemies, leave them to slowly die instead, and I mean really slowly.
Let's take the Commander as a victim- I mean, volunteer (since you sickos love to hurt them so much). Why kill them when you can just leave them in downstate instead?
Wound them to the point where they are surely to die at some point, but don't kill them just yet. Leave them there. Leave them to cling onto hope, while you get out and do your villainy, scummy things.
Do those things worry-free as you realize the Commander will be powerless to stop you from being a baddie in the story. Of course, the Commander will still *try* to do anything in their power to get up and fight, but since you already did a number on them, all they can do is clinging onto this faint light of hope you have given to them.
Maybe someone will try to heal them, maybe they will be stubborn and soldier on, but they will eventually succumb to their wounds and well, die! A much more cruel fate versus just straight up killing them from the get-go. Very nice.
Remember folks, the longer you dangle your hope towards them before taking it away, the more angst you'll get.
That is all. I'm not responsible for any consequences that follows after reading this. If you want to hurt your precious blorbos in the worst possible way, you're on your own.
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28 DAYS LATER (2002)
💁♀️💁♀️Strong Female Lead(s)
While over 20 years old now, the effects hold up very well as does the story. I would like to find flaws and say that people wouldn’t be so stupid as to spread the virus in the first place, or that people would never be so cruel to one another in hard times, but after having gone through a pandemic… This movie does an excellent job showing what happens during a public health crisis. I’ve only just seen the film but I know it's worth watching again for details I missed the first time.
⭐⭐⭐⭐
The filmmakers had no idea about COVID-19 when they made this movie in 2002 but I can’t help but compare the two events and shudder. The Rage sickness did NOT have to be spread. The science man told them pretty explicitly that if they set the chimps loose, everyone will start dying immediately, and what happened? Exactly. It only took 28 days for Rage to ravage London and for poor lil' Cillian Murphy to wake up all alone in the buff (though I appreciate some male nudity with these mostly female nudity heavy movies, thanks Cill). He finds his world very empty save for some very wild folk who really want a bite out of him (but I mean, who doesn’t). He teams up with a guy and a girl but lights a candle so he can be alone with the girl. Then he and Selena (the girl) find a Daddy-Daughter duo and the daughter’s name is Hannah so she has some big shoes to fill (but I digress).
They pick up an emergency broadcast telling them to go to a promised land and Hannah is the deciding vote (get it, girl). They go through a tunnel and Papa Frank guns it which is scary and fun but it pops a tire. Hannah to the rescue! Everyone lifts the car while reminding Hannah to hurry (she knows) as she puts on a spare. This was very stressful because I really want Hannah to survive this movie (figures). Next, Hakuna Matata because they go apocalypse grocery shopping (and Daddy Frank is pleased to see the Granny Smiths are going strong because of radiation). Picnicking and having a campout somewhere green and with wild horses, you almost forget about the terrifying, red-eyed, infected. Almost.
They make it to the promised land but there is no one there so Father Frank kicks something out of frustration and gets a drop of virus blood in his eye and THEN the army fuckers pop up out of nowhere to kill him. I am ANGRY and sad for Hannah (and Cillian who mistook Frank for his father earlier). All those left are trucked back to the army headquarters. Things start to feel a little off, and then the head honcho tells dear Mr. Murphy that he promised his hard working soldiers women. Yeah, it’s only been a month but they were all ready to off themselves over the idea of not getting laid again, but being able to take advantage of a woman? Now that sounds like a fine idea to these freaks! Obviously, Cillian, Selena, and Hannah are NOT on board for this but they are outnumbered and so the non-dominant male is exiled.
Cillian doesn’t take well to this so becomes a super stealthy boy suddenly even though in his life before all this he was a delivery driver. He lures Best Boy out into the woods and then doubles back to the clubhouse to rescue Selena and Hannah, taking out one of the baddies on the way. At this point the girls are very scared which is fair because they’ve been made to change into different clothing in front of the men (bright red dresses specifically). Selena gives Hannah some drugs so she won’t have to endure the full effects of the evening but this sort of backfires when the young lady isn’t taking the zombie in their midst very seriously! By the time Cillian comes in and takes care of the guy grabbing up on his woman, Selena thinks he might have The Rage (TM), but he still has his big, old, baby blues. Blonde bitch boy tries to ruin things but Hannah tells him no and feeds him to his pet zombie. Finally, they are in a little house and like a little family, and they sew and make a big “HELLO” for planes overhead to see (but they are pretty sure all of Europe is in lockdown so they are gonna be stuck there a while).
The “what if” alternative ending is just the most realistic ending if Murph-dawg really got shot point blank in the torso during the apocalypse. Homeboy dies. Sorry. The “Radical Alternative Ending” was just as it said, radical. They had an idea that perhaps the cure could be a full body blood transfusion but realized that this couldn’t work in the world they created where a single drop of blood in the eye could infect you in 20 seconds. Cillian ends up dead but Frank lives in the radical scenario. It was fascinating to see them storyboarding.
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How do you feel about the portrayal of Goblins in the game? In early interviews they said a bunch about making Goblins complex, showcasing that they're not all baddies, that they're as varied as any other race. ...And yet right now they're the blatantly evil route, they're pretty much all evil crazed killers, stupid and cruel, and you're basically never wrong if you were to kill a Goblin on sight, in the game as it stands, there's a 99.9% they were evil. It feels like a major failing of the game, I'm sure you can tell I have opinions on it, but I'm curious as to your thoughts as someone who writes a decent bit about racial dynamics in RPGs?
This may turn out to be wrong, but I have a suspicion that we'll see in the full release more variation in goblins--because the thing about the goblins that we encounter now is this is a group that has been absorbed into the Cult of the Absolute. But what about the goblins that haven't, like the one you can rescue from the cage at their camp for example? To me that, and the comment you can make as a cleric to Volo about traditional goblin beliefs seemed like it could be a set-up for further in-fighting between the goblins? And I think that would be a great way of showing them as not this hive-mind of Absolute foot soldiers, but in the very least an independent society.
Basically what I'm trying to say is I'm going to reserve judgment until the full release, to see what the game does with these goblins.
HOWEVER, unless there's some major re-writing of the goblins as a whole compared to how they were created and are used in D&D, which I doubt will happen because this is a D&D RPG, there's just no escaping some problematic elements of the goblin lore. You can only try to minimize it.
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If Cas's heart in the crypt in Goodbye Stranger is like the angel tablet, is there a parallel to Dean's heart in Despair?
Ohh, friend. I've been turning this over and over in my head. I plan to write about it to go with the rest of these mutterings, but I'm not quite there yet in my head. So, know what? I'm gonna ramble, because I'm sleepy and maybe this will help me down the road:
I think...Dean's heart is actually his heart in these scenes. He's literally gripping his heart in pain. Dean has been existentially and physically tortured by Chuck this season, and his heart has been under constant, relentless attack. In seasons 14 & 15, the baddies regularly chant, "I want your heart."
And well. Chuck wants Dean's.
Chuck said it himself. He wanted Dean to reach breaking point. Dean was his primary target, the one he hasn't been able to break, as he wants: "CHUCK: Dean. Brought to the edge of doubt. His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end."
There is something too in how Chuck wanted Dean to kill Jack, and how he wanted Cas to burn Jack's body beyond hope of retrieval. (SEE: Belphagor.) The plot worked to put pressure on them. Specifically.
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DEAN + HEART ATTACK Symbolically, Dean's heart is being crushed in the Despair scene. When Death grips it, it starts dying, starved of oxygen.
"What do we do, Ca-?"
And then, Cas is strong enough for both of them, dragging Dean down the hallway to a safer location. This is how Supernatural at large works (they literally trade strength back and forth as a family unit), but Cas here is a callback to earlier in season 15, Golden Time.
We saw hearts getting ripped out left and right this season, but with Cas in the Golden Time episode, there was a conspicuous break in the pattern. We saw bullets pierce his chest, but he remained firm and resolute, chastising men like Chuck.
Overall, with the exception of one wobble re:Jack and destiny, Cas was remarkably strong this season. He stood back, assessed the disaster, looked at the situation as a whole, and saw Chuck's involvement. Then, he decided to get back in the game to fight Chuck. He decided to fight against Chuck's attempts to drain his human family of all hope and meaning. Because Cas has seen and experienced this before...this is Heaven's cruel MO.
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DEAN'S DYING HEART Chuck has been trying to drain Dean of hope and meaning all season long. That's why he looked so exhilarated when Cas left during Moriah, during the bunker war room confrontation. Chuck's expression was verging on manic. Cas is a Dean's rock, and Chuck knows that. Remove Cas and playing Dean gets a lot easier.
Chuck's manipulation is a direct parallel to the manipulation and torture Dean underwent in Hell. Chuck wants Dean corrupted the same way that Benny's vampire Sire wanted Andrea Kormos corrupted. It's a little bit of an embittered power play with Cas, if you think about it. That's why Cas called himself Clarence Worley in Golden Time. It's a break in his usual undercover pattern, because he's thinking about Chuck's ultimate motivation. This is a feature that sets Cas apart from characters like Benny. He decides to fight for his loved ones (Jack, Dean), corruption notwithstanding. It's a very difficult thing to do, and not many characters on the show are able to do that! I suspect it's Cas's incredibly strained arcs that have given him this resilience.
Keeping with this theme, Chuck was later delighted when Dean crossed a big line...with Amara. Chuck was probably jealous of the real friendship Amara and Dean had developed. Amara's name has structural echoes of the word, "love," and love of all kinds is what makes Dean tick.
In season 11, his love allowed him to step back and encourage Amara to choose forgiveness. But here, in season 15, Dean is so focused on revenge that he can't see straight. He's like how Cas was with Raphael in season 6, reciprocating Raphael's cruelty tenfold. When Dean chooses to kill Amara, it shows us that his heart is severely injured. He's lost his way.
Nonetheless, Dean's heart sputters and makes an attempt at rejuvenation. With the support of his family, he comes to his senses and injures death with her with her own scythe.
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DEAN VS DEATH Later, gambling to save his hunting community, Dean goes after Death, but she's the wrong enemy. The enemy wasn't ever Death, like it wasn't ever Amara. It was Chuck all along. The sadist. The torturer. Death comes after him like an angry beehive, but she too is a victim of Chuck.
She squeezes his heart. And Cas drags him to the safest part of their home.
(From 9x04 Slumber Party) DEAN: Charlie? Safest place in this joint is the dungeon. So maybe you should...
And there, Cas blocks Death's grip on Dean's heart. Dean's heart is protected by and finds solace within Cas's heart. They share their hearts with each other.
Cas cuts his hand with Dean's blade and barricades the door. Cas's helping hand was the thing that originally dragged Dean from a torturous Hell. Cas's hand and his strength was the thing that left an impression on Dean, underneath his sleeve. Dean's love has lived like this, quiet, unseen and misunderstood by many others. But here, it will become the mark on top of his sleeve.
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IN THE DUNGEON Dean's heart with regards to the dungeon is a little bit like Cas's with regards to the crypt. Heaven's brutality killed Cas's heart, encased it in stone. His love and memories were ripped away by Naomi's pragmatism.
Likewise, Chuck's brutality made Dean feel like his own heart was poison, one that ruined everything around him. If Cas's heart was dead, Dean's heart was tortured and brutalized, locked in chains, and flayed open. His heart was locked inside Chuck's torture dungeon, as his life and losses played out for Chuck's amusement.
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SHATTERED
Cas cannot stop Dean's heart from breaking, but he will try to save his life, to not let Chuck have him. Death "breaks" down the door, but Cas tells Dean that he is loved.
With his last breath, Cas throws Dean out of the Devil's Trap, a callback to how he saved him from Chuck's demonic storyline in Hell, with an open hand and a courageous heart. Cas is trying to throw Dean out of Chuck's clutches, out of his narrative trap of killing his heart.
When Cas leaves, he leaves a handprint on Dean's shoulder, thus showing the viewer that not only is Cas in love with Dean, but Dean is in love with Cas. Has been for a long time. Even though he is too stunned to speak, he's literally "wearing his heart on his sleeve."
Alas, Dean is left alone in the dungeon, "shattered."
His heart is shattered, but at least it's not numb, or dead. No, it's bleeding, like the blood on his sleeve.
Dean spends the next episode trying to rally a despairing Sam and a spun-out Jack. He desperately clings to the hope of seeing Cas again, as he springs up the steps towards a deceitful Lucifer. (Dean has been primed to expect Cas back, after all. Any minute now...)
Dean will die a short six months later, but he is not embittered and hopeless. He's trying to save the lives of two little boys. Dean gets tabbed in the heart, but his hope was still alive.
It still is, which is why so many viewers clump together for news of a sequel. The finale literally couldn't "kill" Dean, because of Cas.
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#villain Jason might have made an even better DICK antagonist #instead we got tentacle Jason and decided to ignore the possibility forever #but it could have been really interesting! #at the time Dick had been burned BADLY 3 or 4 times in a row #trying to redeem villains #can you imagine Jason acting as an antagonist after all that?! [tags via OP]
Villain Jason was so fun. Like one thing I adored in Under the Red Hood was that Jason was so clearly what happens when a Robin, specifically, becomes a villain. Other evil futures or alternative dimension selves or whatever don't really utilize the Robin-ness the same way.
But Red Hood Jason was making quips, and doing showy flips despite being built closer to Bruce now, making use of insider knowledge & specialized training, doing the "Let's team up and tackle these baddies together!!! :D :D :D" thing, it was great.
Evil Future Tim is just a very tired, sad Batman with guns, Dick is walking in some established villain's shoes, etc. Anybody could act like the villains they get to be.
So this era of Jason being a Dick Grayson nemesis, that works really well with themes of legacy & influence. Because Jason was Robin. The second one! He took up Dick's first mantle, with his blessing (after some hiccups). And now he's killing people? In the fucking Nightwing suit???
Jason & Tim both idealized Dick's Robin and they are doing such different things with that idealization from Dick & Tim's perspective, and...a great big snarl of different-not-different-same-better-worse from Jason's.
Then the whole Battle for the Cowl fiasco, and Jason kicking around after to cause more trouble for Dickbats as Red Hood.
Jason who's cruel on purpose is an entertaining villain, and I think one of the reasons is that he saves that cruelty for anyone else he views as a villain, and the other capes. If it was spilling over onto everyone he'd just be Random Gotham Rogue #Umpteen, instead of Jason Todd.
Conceptually Jason coul have made a really good villain for Robin Tim.
I got into the fandom about 6 months before Damian showed up. And there WAS quite a bit of villain!Jason fanfic at the point, most of it centred around him and Tim. I really enjoyed it.
I like the current fanon Jason better, now. I like him as a grouchy and somewhat unstable brother. I like him as a book nerd and chef. I like him firmly believing everyone hates him while they desperately try to convince him to come home. I even like a lot of the stuff where the Pit is almost another personality which he is fighting!
But there's something REALLY intriguing about a Jason who's actually cruel. Who's completely in control of himself, and just likes hurting people. It's not really fair to the character, but I still enjoy it!
(I feel similarly about evil Talia. It isn't fair to the character, but the fanfic is fun!)
#I think I got a bit rambly but the gist comes across yes?#I like hero Jason but villain Jason is so fun#I like Talia having her own agenda that can include some villainy#but not really how I've ever seen it executed#DC#Batfam#Dick Grayson#Jason Todd#Robin#man current Jason probably wouldn't make the incredibly goofy decision#of wearing a custom Big Size He Is Now Robin suit under his Red Hood outfit#for a dramatic showdown
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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland
We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!
We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?
Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.
Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?
Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.
Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.
Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.
Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!
Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.
Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.
Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.
Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.
Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".
Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.
Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.
The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:
Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.
Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.
(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)
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It’s deeply interesting to me that we as a culture just sort of decided that both Peter Pan and Superman are both baddies.
Nearly all takes on Peter Pan of late have been him as a villain, emphasizing the more sinister elements of his carefree worldview (indifference to others, refusal to take responsibility), and likewise, Superman is a symbol for the United States, and so using Superman-like characters is a very loaded way to critique US actions overseas or identity. It’s kind of like how 50s sitcoms are sometimes used satirically to critique middle class conformity and the traditional family. Turning the image on its head has creative power. Of the two, Peter Pan as a heel is far, far less of a stretch to buy, if you go by the text; people forget that despite the fact he’s the title character, the main character of his story is Wendy. It was she who is the moral center of the story, leaving Peter Pan to occasionally be callous, cold, oblivious, narcissistic, and on one or two occasions in the text, genuinely cruel. Kurosawa once said that it is heroes who change and grow, villains are fossilized and locked into who they are. It was Wendy, not Peter Pan, who changed in the story.
It’s also interesting that Batman and James Bond both escaped this treatment, despite the fact it’s much easier to see ways both could be sinister or used as vehicles to discuss some interesting concepts. After all, Superman in the comics is a sincere, hunky blue eyed charmer, like Brendan Frasier…likewise, while no one single creator is responsible for this, but for the past 25 years, it’s Batman who’s been the big prick. Batman, as others have pointed out to the point it’s a cliché (and an inaccurate one), is ���a rich guy that beats up poor people with mental problems.” Maybe Batman escaped Superman’s fate of becoming a bad guy because he’s so self-important and solemn that it’s easier and funnier to make him a clown than a villain. Remember the Lego Movie, where he is an edgy DJ who composes Trent Reznor industrial songs (“darkness…NO PARENTS…super rich…kinda makes it better?”)
Likewise, if you think Superman could be used as a vehicle to talk about imperialism, hoo boy, just wait until I tell you about James Bond. A good friend of mine once said that James Bond movies are Teflon, like an older brother who gets away with things that YOU wouldn’t even try. I once had a dream where Bruce Lee hadn’t died young, and I remember in the dream seeing every movie Bruce could have made if he didn’t leave us so early. One of them, as I recall, was about Bruce Lee finding and killing James Bond (in the dream, George Lazenby). That was a weird hallucination of mine (like WandaVision, I hallucinate in pop culture language) but I expect that the Chinese film industry will probably make a thinly veiled Homelander-esque James Bond the bad guy in a future film.
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🎥 💙 and 😈 for the Disney asks
[Ask game here!]
🎥 What is one of your favorite movies?
GIRL PLEASE HRHRHRJEKJDJSJD THIS IS SO CRUEL 😭😭😭😭
I’d say Coco, followed by Princess & the Frog, then followed by Ratatouille.
It’s easy to talk about the last two because honestly, I like them for the food HAHAHAHAHA like please, I think about the gumbo pot and the ratatouille dish at the end a lot when I eat dinner. I’m not gonna lie, I always wanted to try gumbo as a kid, but I got my heart shattered recently when I found out that there’s shrimp in it 🤡🤡🤡 ergdhhdddhdhd life is so cruel. But at least I can eat ratatouille 😭😭😭 I really really want to try the Disney-styled ratatouille. I can’t remember if the dish has eggplant though, but if it does, well fuck me too because apparently, I’m allergic to eggplant too 🥲
Coco,,, oh God, this is a whole essay. I just love music in general, so Coco already got my heart from the first ten minutes. The whole family tradition of not being allowed to enjoy music is just so so sad, and I felt so bad for Miguel.
I super love the whole concept of the Land of the Dead. It’s just, something about the afterlife kinda gets me. Like, where do we go? Do we go to heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Nirvana? Or is it something else that humanity has never even thought about?
And just HNGHHH THE WAY MIGUEL AND HECTOR BONDED AND THEY MADE MUSIC TOGETHER AND OUGHHOUGFJFHJDJ SO WHOLESOMEEEE
Then you find out Hector’s the true musician and Ernesto’s the real baddie like oh my God wow,,, that just made me go hnNnNnnNNnZgdjdjd BECAUSE EYO PLAGIARISM IS ONE THING BUT KILLING YOUR BUDDY OFF TO BECOME FAMOUS IS ANOTHER THING
Hector did not deserve it at all 🥲 he just,, wanted to go back home ,,, to his daughter,, and none of them ever knew and INSERT SOBBING
I already talked about La Llorona and Remember Me here, so you can already read my thoughts on the last part of the movie more or less. But just mANNN Coco gets me in ways that most movies cannot. Just so so MMMMMMMM I LOVE IT SO MUCH deadass almost cried from it and I don’t easily cry ueueueuueeee
💙 What is one of your favorite characters?
……….. is it ok to answer Azul Ashengrotto here? He is Disney material 🤡 and the JP Disney tsum tsum game had a Twst thing. H he’s Disney, he can count—
OK but to seriously answer this question, I actually don’t have a set favorite character? Like, Disney is such a vast franchise with so many compelling stories (that aren’t live action) that it’s just so hard to choose.
I suppose if I have to answer, Remy from Ratatouille? I just love his sense of taste and I really want him as a chef LOL and plus, he worked really hard to achieve a seemingly impossible dream. I stan that 😩
😈 Favorite villains?
……… again, can I answer Azu—
HONESTLY 🤡 Ursula really grew on me recently. I stan that cleverness and wit mixed with the sass and theatrics. It’s a balance that I always wish to have, to be able to be logical and intelligent while being able to emote very well 😩😩😩 also, Vanessa is just really pretty ueueueue
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