#a protector who failed to save her family over and over and over

[cobaltperun]

Lost (6) - Snap out of it

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 6.8k

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-Under a spell you're hypnotized (ooh) Darlin', how could you be so blind?-

Furious didn't even come close to how she was feeling now that she was standing in the empty apartment in Modesto. No one she asked had seen Samantha, the apartment she shared with Richie was exactly the way they left it before they came to Woodsboro, the two plates that neither Samantha or Richie got the chance to wash, as they came to Woodsboro in a rush, the hastily made bed, all the other tiny signs of Samantha being in a rush to get to Tara and only grabbing the bare necessities before leaving. The signs of their shared life were there too, and she wondered for a brief moment how did their relationship look like, and she felt jealous, much more jealous than when she saw you and Tara sleeping together. Tara was hers in a different way, Richie was her lover. "You let them get out of town?!"

"I let them?! I did?!" Richie snapped with anger Amber had never seen before. "If you didn't say we needed to fight Y/N together I could have stayed by Sam's side and prevented this!" and what good did that do? You still survived, all things considered Amber was almost willing to say you came out on top. Hell, fighting you two on one saved their lives, if she was fighting you alone, well, the damage you did was enough of a proof that you would have either killed or severely wounded her.

"Don't you dare put that on me! If I didn't shoot her you'd be beaten to a pulp like some pussy. You had a knife and Tara's fucking guard dog still had the upper hand!" everything was going wrong. She didn't get to kill you, you broke two of her teeth and cracked her mask and everything hurt. Her wrist her, every breath she took hurt, her jaw hurt, her pride and ego hurt and now Richie was whining when he should have stopped Samantha from leaving.

Richie threw his arms up in the air and groaned, as if he couldn’t believe what she was saying. "And you fucked up by not killing her. No, instead you had to mindfuck your," he made air quotes, "girlfriend, and now my movie is going to be ruined because all we did is kill Dewey, a couple of characters no one is going to care about, and some sidenote character related to Stu!"

Killing Dewey felt so, so good, it was a much-needed relief after failing to kill you. "Our movie, you hear me? OUR movie!"

He huffed at that. "Well, none of that matters now, does it? We got Sidney and Gale, but Sam got away and as you can see, she is nowhere to be found! They didn't come here!" Richie was waving his hands around the empty apartment.

That got Amber to think. Samantha took Tara with her, but not to Modesto. You were with them. You took them somewhere. You were ruining her plans, her fun, yet again, but none of those realizations mattered. She had no idea where to look. If anyone would be able to find you right now, Amber figured it would be Tara, but Tara was with you. Were there other people that could take a guess? Maybe the couple that employed you? Your parents? Your coach? All of those would take too long and none of those were certain to be true.

"We need to get Sam to come back," Richie sounded desperate. "You'll have to forget about keeping Tara for yourself. Guess you already did, since you tried to shoot her."

Amber scoffed at that. She'd get Tara in the end. By the time all of this was over she'd permanently take Samantha out of Tara's life, and she'd make sure you were dead as well. Pointing the gun at Tara was an impulsive decision born from righteous fury. Tara pleaded for your life despite having an asthma attack. The old envy reawakened at that moment and the good old 'If I can't have her no one can.' kicked in. Since Tara survived Amber could now convince her that Amber was all Tara would ever have and they'd be together. It would be easy to do it, to convince Tara of that once you were gone, because what else could Tara do in that situation? Give up on her life entirely? As if that would happen. "I'll handle that part. Let's just figure out the way to get Samantha back to Woodsboro."

This would have been so much easier if you were never there in the first place. If you never got close to Tara, if Tara never fell in love with you, if she didn’t love you more than she could ever love anyone else. But Amber would break that, she’d have the upper hand the next time, after all, you were stabbed and shot multiple times, you’d be easy to take out. And then the image Tara had of you, that image of an invincible fighter that could protect her from anything, you being the source of stability and safety in her life would be shattered. After that, Tara would be easy to mold into what she should have been in the first place. Completely devoted and obedient, regardless of Amber did, after all, if Amber could get Tara to get over your death, there truly wouldn’t be any limit.

~X~

If anyone asked you three days ago you'd say you would never be able to go back to Sacramento. You loved the city, you really did, but ever since Zack died you kinda didn't feel like going there. Funny how things turn out sometimes.

Susan lived in a suburban part of the city, in a two-story home that, while not as big as the other houses in the area, still had plenty of space. Memories threatened to consume you as you stepped out of the car and saw the woman. She looked much older than she did ten years ago. And It wasn’t just the passage of time that caused it. You guessed losing her only son like that would have such effects. She looked frailer than ever. The image of a tall, proud woman that just turned forty-three years old was replaced by this decade-older woman with gray hair broken down by time. There was no bounce to her steps, and now that she approached you just as Sam was stepping out of the car you could see that she barely had any spark of life in her eyes.

"You didn't mention you were hurt as well," she touched the bandage on the right side of your face, where Ghostface sliced your jawline.

Somehow you didn't find yourself leaning away from her touch. You accepted it, actually felt comforted by it, and just nodded. "Yeah, sorry about that. It didn't seem important," you brushed it off, doing your best to ignore the disapproval in Susan's eyes. Instead, you took in the surrounding area and your eyes fell on a tall cherry tree in the middle of the empty front yard. "The tree's grown," you mumbled awkwardly, finally getting the woman to smile.

"Of course, I'm making sure of that," the spark of life seemed a bit stronger now.

"I'm glad. This is Sam, by the way," you suddenly realized you failed to introduce them to one another. Sam already took the wheelchair, crutches, and bags out.

"Thank you for letting us stay," Sam expressed her gratitude as she and Susan exchanged a handshake.

"Of course, dear. I'm sorry you went through so much," Susan was still the same person you remembered as a kid, that much you could see, the same kind woman that accepted you despite what you father did. Sure, at first it was because that was what Zack wanted, but over time the bond between you turned into something more personal as well. Before Zack died you almost saw Susan as a mother, she certainly cared more than your own parents.

"Sam, I'll get Tara," you said and went to the other side of the car where Tara was already opening the doors. "I got you," you assured the sleepy girl. She was so exhausted, physically and emotionally, that she adorably fell asleep in your arms while you were on the road.

"Mhm," she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stretched a bit. "Maybe I could use the crutches?" she suggested but then realized the tiled path to the house wasn't exactly even and that she'd have to deal with more than a couple of stairs. "On second thought," she sheepishly reached out for you.

You smiled, she really was adorable. "I swear you'll get used to this and demand to be carried even after you recover," you teased lightly as you picked her up.

Tara hummed at that and then just leaned up to give you the lightest kiss on the cheek possible. Payback for earlier or not, you couldn't stop the heat warming your cheeks.

A fake cough from the side interrupted whatever Tara was about to say.

"Right. Tara, this is Susan," you awkwardly introduced them to one another.

"I'm sorry I'm meeting you like this, and thank you," Tara twisted her body as well as she could so she could shake Susan's hand.

"Considering how Y/N is, I doubt we could have met in better circumstances," Susan laughed lightly.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that. "Awesome introductions ladies, how about we get inside now?" just a suggestion, since you were still injured and as much as you hated to admit it, carrying Tara wasn't the easiest at the moment.

~X~

The entire house felt as if it was stuck in the past. As if Susan was trying to preserve the memories of Zack as much as she possibly could. Everything was the same, to the minute details such as the MMA gloves hanging on the wall. Your eyes landed on the only photo you and Zack had together.

Zack was thirteen years older than you and there were remarkably few similarities between the two of you. The opposite hair color, a somewhat shorter build, and the only trait you physically shared was the color of your eyes. That was probably why Susan was so adamant about looking into your eyes since you sat down in the living room.

Susan and Sam took armchairs and you and Tara were on the large sofa. All of you opted for just a glass of water, not exactly feeling like drinking anything else. The tea cakes were on the table, but they remained forgotten as Sam seemed a bit on edge, which in turn put Tara on edge as well. Not to mention Tara was trying not to sit too close to you, she was just near enough to feel your presence.

You felt how tense Tara was, how much she wanted to lean on you, at least a bit, at least to press her side against you. “Say, do you still have the tea Zack used to drink? Was it nettle tea?”

Susan smiled at that. “Of course, and you know, you could use one right now, I’ll go an make you one,” well she either understood what you were trying to do or she just wanted to make it for you. You didn’t pay much attention back when Zack was telling you about it, maybe it was for muscle ache, or something.

“Cool! Thanks!” you’d take the opportunity though. It was what you were trying to do anyway.

“You want some honey?” she asked as she opened the door to her kitchen.

“Sure,” there was no way you’d drink a tea you never tried before without some honey, just to make sure it wasn’t too bitter.

With Susan in the kitchen, you closed the distance between you and Tara and hugged her from the side. “What’s wrong?”

Tara visibly relaxed, leaning into your touch. “Sorry, I’m just thinking,” she looked away, refusing to meet your eyes.

You followed her line of sight and saw that Tara was looking at the photo of you and Zack. You were nine and leaning your weight on Zack as you held a shovel. The freshly planted cherry tree was to your left. You were sure you hadn't grinned that widely ever since he died. She must have noticed Zack’s gloves, and was now piecing it all together. Your reason for fighting, why you kept choosing MMA no matter how much she disliked it.

Susan came back with the cup of tea, she didn’t make the comment about you hugging Tara, or the way Tara leaned against you. She just smiled, handing you the cup and sitting back down.

“Careful, it’s still hot,” she warned.

You chuckled at that and set the cup down. “Yeah, let’s skip burns.”

Susan nodded and then got serious. "Okay, I know you went through a lot and that this might not be comfortable for you all, but I'd like to know what exactly happened to the three of you," Susan's demand was fair as far as you were concerned. While you were sure no one would be able to find you, you probably were putting her in some danger with this.

So, the three of you went and recounted what happened, you didn't go into detail, but Susan got the gist of it. You thought she might be able to provide the three of you with an outside perspective.

"I don't like the timing," Susan seemed lost in her thoughts as she leaned her chin on her hands. "It had to be the 23rd and not a day later, so someone very close to at least one of you two," Susan motioned toward you and Tara. "had to be involved."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, so far you thought the main target was Sam, and while that was still likely the true neither of you thought of at least one Ghostface’s relationship with you or Tara, aside from, well, knowing you.

Susan motioned toward you. "Think of her lifestyle several weeks before fights and roughly a week after the fight," and then it made sense to you.

"I'm at my weakest the first couple of days after the fight," you groaned, removing your arm from Tara and leaning the back of your head against the sofa. There was no way you could have seen this coming, but it was clear whoever attacked Tara chose 23rd for a reason. "I have to lose between ten and twenty pounds before each fight, training is longer and more intense than usual, I get beaten up, then my body cools down and I can't just go back to eating like I normally do right away. I have no energy and I'm in pain. Why not 22nd though? I'd be even weaker than I was today," it was almost surreal to think that it was still the 25th, even if there were only two hours left.

It looked like Tara had an answer to that. "I think I would have invited you in if you took me to my place," ah, there it was. There was a chance she wouldn't be alone. "I didn't plan to do it, but I hadn't seen you in some time and I missed you, so there's a chance I would have done that," she clarified, blushing slightly at the implications of her inviting you that late at night.

"And if you weren't alone," Sam began and then turned to look at you.

You abruptly got up. "I need a moment," you stepped outside the living room before anyone could say anything to you. It was irrational. There was no way you could know. Even if you acted on that bad feeling, maybe that would just delay the killers until your next match and maybe Tara wouldn't be lucky enough to survive and all the what-ifs and maybes swarmed your head as you got out of the house and just took several deep breaths.

But you did have one thing that could have stopped all of this altogether. You could have taken Tara away from that damn house. The moment she turned eighteen you could have tried to convince her to come live with you. A tiny rational voice in your head told you there would still be times when she would be alone in your apartment, like several days you spent away from Woodsboro before each fight. Then there was the fact that you did, in the end choose fighting over Tara, you knew Tara didn’t like that you were an MMA fighter, that it was a big part of the reason as to why you weren’t together, but as you watched the cherry tree you remembered exactly why you couldn’t choose Tara back then.

Now it was different. Now you nearly lost Tara and, suddenly, that bond with Zack felt less important. Still, even if you weren’t an MMA fighter, you couldn’t be home or with Tara all the time. Maybe with it being a building with apartments, someone else would have been capable of getting between her and her attacker.

Who were you kidding? Like that could have ever happened. The security didn’t come after they heard gunshots and someone must have heard them, yet it took Sam and Dewey coming to the hospital for someone to come and help you. So, if someone whose job it was to keep the hospital secure didn’t budge, a random neighbor definitely wouldn’t. Even if you knew, even if you had some vision of the future, you'd never be able to keep Tara completely safe. There would always be some window of time during which she'd have to protect herself.

You can't control everything.

There's only so much you can do.

There's only so far you can push with overprotectiveness before Tara herself gets sick of it.

~X~

Watching you leave like that, while understandable, still stung. Sam didn't mean to make you feel guilty, Tara was sure of that. Tara was also certain you felt guilty on some level regardless of how ridiculously unreasonable that guilt was.

If someone wanted to hurt her, they would have gotten her sooner or later. Instead of considering how you kept her alive, how you made her feel safe and cared for, and how you wouldn't leave her side unless you were forced to, you laser-focused on one moment you weren't with her.

Coming to this place also indirectly revealed something important to her. Guilt gnawed at her when she caught herself thinking that maybe, now that she nearly got killed, you would consider leaving MMA. She pushed that selfish part of her as far away as she could, but looking at the gloves hanging from the wall she felt that guilt come back tenfold.

"Could I ask a question about Zack?" she tried to phrase it as politely as she could and be as clear as possible that she would take no for an answer.

There was a hint of sorrow in Susan's eyes as she nodded. "You can."

"Was he an MMA fighter?" she figured he was, she just wanted to see how far it went.

Susan looked at the gloves somberly. "He was. He managed to fight three times, lost his first fight, won the second, and lost the third, but then his sickness got worse, and he had to quit."

That was the last piece of the puzzle she needed. Tara always had more influence over you than anyone else she knew, but not even she could get you to stop with MMA. Now she understood why you couldn't let it go. She nodded her thanks to the still-grieving mother.

Would her mother be like this if she died? Somehow, she doubted that. "I should probably go to bed," she looked to the side.

"Of course," Susan was more accepting and understanding than her own mother, despite meeting Tara tonight, and that hurt. She couldn't even begin to imagine how you must be feeling. Not only because of your own bad relationship with your parents but also... Well... She noticed how your brother had the same eyes as you, she noticed how Susan looked at your eyes. How did that make you feel? Did you notice? She was sure you did.

At times Tara thought the woman wasn't seeing you, but her dead son, and that hurt Tara. You lost your brother, and you grieved too.

Not wanting to interrupt you or force you to come back to her side pretty much the moment you stepped away she took her crutches and with Sam's help went to the bedroom Susan prepared for the three of you. It was a guest bedroom with two beds, but seeing as she was sleeping with you it worked out just fine.

“Whatever you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” Susan assured Tara as she stood at the doors, they would change bandages in the morning.

Tara nodded her thanks, frankly thankful the woman didn’t mind one bit that you and Tara were this close. She’s seen your father’s reaction. Fuck, that should have made her see something was wrong as well! Ever since she found out about what you went through she’s been remembering bits and pieces that should have clued her in and she felt like shit because of that.

As she thought that Sam helped her get ready for bed. She missed that. She missed having Sam in her life. She missed Sam being caring and gentle with her. She missed Sam always being there.

"I didn't think I'd come back to find you this attached to Y/N, or maybe I should have seen it coming," Sam teased as she helped Tara out of her pants. The cast was making everything difficult. "Not that it’s bad! I fully support you Tara, I just thought, with how physically intimate the two of you are that you'd be together. How come you chose Amber?" Tara figured Sam was trying to catch up on the five years she missed.

"Promise you won't laugh," honestly, Tara regretted that moment, her accepting Amber’s feelings, every time she wanted to kiss you. And she wanted that almost every peaceful moment you two shared since you called her Love. But, she was still in relationship with Amber.

"I'd never laugh at you Tara," Sam reassured her softly.

"I wanted to get Y/N jealous," she mumbled.

"Huh?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I lied and said I was dating Amber almost a month before I actually started dating Amber. I thought she'd get jealous and confess," Tara explained, but she lightly bit her lip, knowing full well that she wasn’t telling the whole story. Although, looking at it now, she probably should have told you Amber asked her out instead of, you know, that she was already dating Amber.

Sam sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I’m guessing that’s not the entire reason."

Tara looked away at that and, with Sam’s help, moved to lie down. “Y/N chose fighting, I guess. Back then I thought she didn’t love me back,” she paused, annoyed at the incredulous look on Sam’s face. “Sorry, there wasn’t a life or death situation before this,” she grumbled, blushing and unintentionally guilting Sam into dropping the ‘are you serious?’ expression. “I just… I was immature, I didn’t have the whole picture, I just thought Y/N chose fighting instead of me, despite how often I made it clear I didn’t like seeing her get hurt.”

Sam nodded. “You thought it was just about fighting and didn’t understand why she’d keep doing it if she loved you back,” Sam understood and Tara felt relief at that.

“God, I feel so bad now,” she whispered, angry at herself for making you choose. She had no idea she was making you choose between her and your memory of your brother, but now that she knew… that must have been so painful to you. “I know Y/N wouldn’t say a word, but I still wish I asked more, tried to understand more.”

Sam placed a hand on Tara’s shoulder, and it brought her so much comfort, it eased her worries because Sam was finally back in her life. “You said it yourself, Y/N wouldn’t say a word. Tara, you were a child, you are still just a teenager, you will be immature at times. Trust me, I know all about it,” Sam smiled gently, her eyes were filled with love and understanding and Tara had to reach up and place her hand on top of Sam’s in gratitude.

“Then there was Amber. She… kept saying Y/N would abandon me, that it was only a matter of time, and she just kept repeating that. I don’t know how, but I started believing her when Y/N just let me get together with Amber,” that was her greatest shame, and she was being stupid, she knew that, but Amber was so convincing, so adamant that she was right, that Tara accepted it, allowed Amber to exploit her fears. So, she told Sam everything.

It was a slow process. Before her and Amber got together Amber would complain about you, and Tara would argue back. So, Amber would keep her mouth shut, but that was when they were kids. After you turned eighteen Amber would complain again, and this time, when Tara argued back, Amber would go for silent treatment.

It hurt Tara, because Amber was her close friend back then, only second to you. Add in that you let your parents back then, and that Tara had no idea why, and her insecurities were almost unbearable. So, afraid she’d lose both of you, Tara began arguing less and less, just to avoid Amber’s silence. It was fine, right? She wanted to be loved, and Tara quickly learned that the price of Amber’s love back then was letting her complain about you.

Tara felt awful, she felt awful every time she hugged you, she felt so awful she ended up telling you about it. And you, in a way only you could, told her it was fine. You didn’t care what Amber thought, and you knew Tara needed someone other than you in her life, you didn’t want Tara to get hurt, so, you gave Tara permission to stay silent. To let Amber vent. And it became easier after that.

She should have known it would escalate, but by the time she realized that, she was with Amber and she was going along with Amber’s demands. She agreed to distance herself from you, she agreed to pay the price for Amber’s love yet again.

All the while Sam clenched her fists, shaking in barely controlled anger. “Tara, she manipulated you, she took advantage of your trauma, she conditioned you,” Sam seethed, and Tara was surprised she wasn’t yelling at this point. “This is all my fault. If dad never left then I likely wouldn’t either, and you’d never fear being abandoned so much. I’m so sorry Tara, it’s all my fault,” angry, frustrated tears fell from Sam’s eyes.

Tara sat up, though it was a bit difficult to do so, and hugged Sam. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t make Amber act like that,” she tried to comfort her sister.

“No, but I gave her something she could use,” Sam argued back, pulling away slightly to look Tara in the eyes, and then her eyes widened in something Tara could only describe as horror. "Never trust the love interest, that's what Dewey said."

Tara felt panic setting in. Amber's anger and jealousy toward you. Her insistence on keeping Tara away from you. No, there was no way it was Amber. And then it came back to her. The numerous times Ghostface called her baby, just like Amber did. The conversation with Susan came back, with the way Amber insisted on Tara coming to her place the night of your fight suddenly making even more sense.

The realization hurt more than all the physical pain she went through over the past few days. "It's Amber," her voice cracked as she said that. Everything just faded into the background until Sam reached her and pulled her in.

Sam was a frantic cuddler, as Tara liked to describe people's ways to cuddle. Sam's hands were moving up and down her arms, then she moved so that one hand rubbed circles across Tara's back while the other smoothed her hair. It did little to soothe her this time, but it was nice. It felt nice. It felt warm as opposed to the chilling cold gripping her heart.

Amber did this to her. Amber turned her life upside down. Amber made her distance herself from you, so you wouldn’t be there to protect her. Amber loved her, so she could try to remove you from Tara’s life, so that Tara would be more vulnerable, so that Tara would be easy to target and kill.

Amber made her shoot you.

So, Tara cried, she sobbed and wailed as she clung to Sam as hard as she could. She cried herself to sleep with Sam doing everything she could to comfort her.

For how long did Amber plan to do this? Was she ever jealous in the first place? Tara’s feeling for Amber weren’t as strong as her feelings for you, she’d never love anyone the way she loved you. But Tara still liked Amber, she tried her best to love Amber back, and she was betrayed and forced to hurt you.

~X~

When you came back inside you heard Tara and Sam were upstairs and figured you could stick around for a bit longer. Just to give the sisters a bit of time together until fatigue caught up with you and you'd have no choice but to go upstairs and sleep. So, you sat down, picked up the cup of tea you left behind and took a sip.

It was okay, a bit different than what you were used to, but you could drink it.

"Y/N, how is college going?" Susan's question made you freeze for a moment.

"Uh, I'm not going to college," you looked away, subconsciously glancing upstairs to where Tara and Sam were.

Susan seemed taken aback by that. "How come. You were a smart kid, I doubt that changed."

"I haven't saved up enough money to give it a try yet, and I'm not eager to get into debt unless I absolutely have no other choice," you explained. “Besides, I didn’t want to leave Tara in Woodsboro,” that was another reason, you weren’t in a rush to get a degree so, you could and would just wait until Tara graduated.

Susan frowned and you felt your palms sweat a bit at the way she was studying you. "Money? What about your parents?"

It would make her angry, but you'd still be honest with her. "I cut contact with them when I turned eighteen. It was a mutual agreement, even if it wasn't, it's my life. I'll figure it out on my own."

As you expected there was fury in her eyes. "And Zack's request?"

It was your turn to frown. "Come on. Surely you didn't expect them to honor it," how naive did she have to be to think your parents would listen to Zack, regardless of the nature of his request.

"I'll pay," there was a definitiveness in her tone.

"No, you won't," yet you didn't leave any space for arguments.

"Y/N," there was a warning in her tone, but you were almost conditioned by your parents to never back away from such tones.

"I'm not Zack, Susan," that went too far, it was a low blow, but it sent a clear message. "I get it, you miss him, but giving me what you didn't have a chance to give to him won't happen. I can't let you."

She looked away and you could see she was holding back tears. You could see her shoulders slumping even more. "I know, but it was his final request," she tried.

"He didn't ask you to do it, though. He asked my parents to take good care of me," you argued back as softly as you could. This was why you didn't let Susan know about the extent of your injuries or the heart attack. She'd worry, she'd try to take care of you and, as much as it hurt to admit it, you didn't have it in you to let someone other than Tara get that close to you. It just became a habit you couldn't get rid of, and Tara remained the exception.

“I’m sorry, this wasn’t the time to talk about that,” she apologized, wiping her eyes. “How long have you and Tara been together?” she asked making you chuckle a bit.

Did it really look like that? Who were you kidding, it absolutely looked like that. “We aren’t together, actually,” you saw the surprise on her face. “It’s a bit complicated,” that was an understatement. Despite the feelings there were obstacles at the moment. Tara being in a relationship with Amber being one of them.

Susan stood up and placed a hand on your right shoulder. “She loves you, it’ll work out in the end, you’ll see,” she assured you softly.

“Thanks,” you smiled at her and got up to hug her. It felt good to have her back in your life.

~X~

When you went upstairs you found Tara wide awake, even though Sam was sleeping. “Hey, how come this happened?” you teased her a bit, sitting on her left side and poking her shoulder lightly. The look in Tara’s eyes made your smile drop. “Tara?”

“It’s nothing, just lie down,” she pleaded, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Now that your eyes adjusted to the dim light you saw her eyes were red, she was crying.

You slipped beneath the covers, carefully avoiding her leg and other injuries, and hugged her. “You’ll get through this,” you felt her closing the distance between your bodies as much as your injuries allowed, you felt the desperate grip she had on the back of your shirt, her right fist clenching around it.

“Call me Love again, please, Y/N,” she whispered as you reached up, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

You hesitated a bit, not sure what that meant for her right now, but if she needed to hear you say it, you would. “I’ll call you however you want me to, Love.”

“Say it again,” the request was timid, and you could see the tips of her ears going red.

“Love,” you repeated, you wanted to ask her why she was crying before you came back, you wanted to be sure she was fine, but it didn’t look like you’d get anything out of her right now, so you just tried to relax her, to make her feel safe.

“Again,” her breath mixed with yours, but neither of you moved to close the distance.

“Love,” you brushed your fingers through her hair, her eyes, her soft eyes filled with so much love for you. “My Love,” you whispered, so quietly you worried she might not hear you, but she did and she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Yours,” she whispered back, slowly relaxing.

Eventually, she did fall asleep, her head resting on your chest, the soft, even sound of her breathing lulled you to sleep as well. You were safe here, you could relax.

~X~

Later that night, sometime after midnight, Sam struggled to fall asleep, even if she pretended to be asleep before you came in. Tara managed to doze off for a bit before you came in, but she woke up abruptly, and as much as Sam wanted to help her she knew Tara needed you to comfort her, and she feared staying awake might make Tara hold back. Still, anger was burning through her veins. Amber hurt Tara. Amber nearly killed her little sister. Amber downright psychologically tortured Tara. Amber forced Tara to shoot you. Amber betrayed Tara's love.

Amber was going to pay.

With that thought in mind Sam sat up, careful not to wake you or Tara up.

"That's it, Sam, let's go make the bitch pay! Cut her throat and carve her up!" she saw him in the mirror, she knew she should fight it, she knew she shouldn't give in. That she shouldn't be bloodthirsty.

This time was different.

The enemy was no longer a masked, faceless killer who tried to kill her sister. It was an actual person. She had one of the targets. She wouldn't let anyone else hurt Tara.

"That's it! That's my daughter," the monster she was trying to get out of her head cheered as she grabbed your car keys.

~X~

The annoying sound of your phone ringing pulled you out of your peaceful slumber. Tara groaned, pulling the blanket above her head in an attempt to get back to sleep. By some miracle, you managed to reach your phone without making Tara move from her spot in your arms and rejected the call.

Almost immediately it began ringing again. "Who dares call at this hour?! What time is it anyway?" you hissed and finally answered your phone. "What?" you couldn't care who it was.

"Why are you coming back to Woodsboro?" that didn't make any sense.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Who even are you?" you were beyond confused.

"Listen, kid, your car is on the way back to Woodsboro, I put a tracker on it when you left, so don't try to fool me," the woman spoke and you were wide awake. You sat up, pulling Tara with you. You felt your heart sinking when you looked to the side and saw an empty bed. Sam was gone.

"Sam took it," those three words accomplished plenty of things, they woke Tara up, they made the woman talking to you curse loudly, and made you hope Susan's car was good to go. "How much of a head start does Sam have?" it was only at that moment that you truly realized what the tracker meant. What if Ghostface placed a tracker on your car as well?

"Considering where she is, I'd say an hour."

Shit, even if you rushed there was a high possibility she'd still get to wherever she was going way before you. "Thanks for calling. I'm going after her," you'd think about who was on the phone with you later.

You hung up and began getting dressed.

"Sam left?" Tara was sitting up, looking almost catatonic for a moment.

"She’s going back to Woodsboro," you wanted to help her, but the best thing you could do for Tara right now was make sure Sam was safe.

Tara grabbed your wrist and you saw the fear in her eyes. Was she afraid Sam was leaving her again?

"She went after Amber, Amber is one of the Ghostfaces," Tara revealed, her voice filled with anguish, and you saw red at the new information.

'God damn it, Sam, you better not kill Amber before I get there,' you thought.

~X~

Just for a moment Amber thought that maybe there really was something wrong with her. She watched her friends, Chad, Mindy, and Liv, drugged, unconscious, ready to be cut up to lure Sam back to Woodsboro. She’s known them for years, ever since she was a child. She knew Wes as well, she knew Tara. She loved Tara. She loved having Tara, making Tara unconditionally hers was the thrill only second to this.

But she didn’t feel any regret, just a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction at the power she had. Maybe there really was something wrong with her, but she felt good, she felt like she had a purpose, something bigger than her, something grander than just one person. She was a fan that was turned into a star of her favorite fandom. Stu to Richie’s Billy.

So, what if she was a bit unhinged, if she lost it a bit as she stabbed Liv. Liv wasn’t screaming, she wasn’t fighting back, so maybe she really did go too far with her. Maybe she hit a vital organ in her excitement. It was so easy, much easier than when she went after Tara, much less painful than trying to kill you. It wasn’t as thrilling though.

She should wait until Chad and Mindy regained consciousness.

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[skaruresonic]

Silent Hill 2 critically examines and challenges many of our presupposed notions of gender roles, marriage, and the nuclear family unit. The game would not resonate as hard as it does if James and Mary were not married, because marriage carries with it a heavy emotional and cultural baggage.

In this post, I'm going to talk about cultural misogyny, how it's woven into the narrative. Apologies if it's not very well-structured, since I'll be offering my thoughts on an off-the-cuff basis.

The misogyny SH2 explores is a lot subtler and more structural in nature than is portrayed in the remake. While the remake is more blatant and not nearly critical enough of its portrayal of James as a more stereotypical hero, the original attacks the very premise that it's necessarily "wrong" for a woman to lose her worth via a loss of physical beauty, and that a man needs to perform the role of "protector" at the cost of being considered a failure.

To that end, I think some vital nuance is lost when the remake recharacterizes James as a more typical rugged Stronk Man, stoic and impatient, egotistical, and way more prone to violence than his original counterpart.

Original!James runs from his problems whenever possible. What's more, his cowardice serves a thematic purpose of showing us that even well-intentioned "nice guys" can be misogynistic. Because, again, the misogynistic framework that upholds Western constructs of marriage and family is structural, not individual.

James cannot meet any of the girls or women he meets in the eye whenever they castigate him. This in and of itself challenges the notion that James ought to be "in charge" of any of them.

Maria's emasculation starts early, and it doesn't really let up, resulting in James' mixed feelings of arousal and repulsion.

Angela, likewise, rejects being considered an object of pity, for pity implies condescension. James cannot save her by white-knighting her problems.

James initially feels compelled to "protect" Laura as a presumed damsel in distress when, ironically enough, she's the safest of anyone in Silent Hill. In fact, she places James in the position of "damsel in distress" by locking him in a room full of monsters.

This is a game where the women lead and James follows: a gendered frustration embodied by Pyramid Head, who cannot be placated, only fled.

It's no coincidence that most of the monsters you encounter are feminine in nature - rather helpless, sickly, and pathetic at that - while the one monster you cannot beat into submission is an intense expression of hypermasculinity.

Unlike James, whose emotions render him "less than" in the eyes of a patriarchal culture, Pyramid Head is stoic and never speaks. Pyramid Head is powerful and virile. Pyramid Head does not succumb to grief or suffer feelings of guilt for his misdeeds. Pyramid Head is a lone wolf that relies on no one else. Pyramid Head is "strong" enough to carry the psychological burden represented by the Great Knife with ease.

Although some degree of sexual frustration does factor in here, it's not the only message Team Silent were trying to impart via the monster dynamics. Pyramid Head is repeatedly seen dominating and subjugating the more "feminine" monsters. It doesn't take much onion-peeling here to see that James is harboring some subconscious grudges over his "failings" to meet society's standards of what a man is supposed to be like.

He isn't strong: he can't open a fridge without Maria's help. He isn't powerful: reading all the medical textbooks he could didn't save Mary. He isn't courageous: he can hardly look Maria or Angela in the eye when they force him to confront uncomfortable truths. He isn't, even, particularly respected at times: Laura locks him in a room just to laugh at him. The only person he has a leg up on is Eddie, but after a brutal shootout in a literal meat locker: one of the many implications being that this kind of pressure to be considered "real men" can potentially turn human beings into butchers for a sliver of domination.

For all intents and purposes, James is a "failed" man, just as Mary is a "failed" woman. By falling ill and losing her sexual allure, she failed to meet the culturally-ingrained expectations of a wife.

It's worth noting that both Mary and James hold these expectations and biases without realizing it. It's simply more obvious in James' psyche because we see the manifestations firsthand.

But Mary holds these values to be self-evident, too, when she laments that between the disease and the drugs, she looks "like a monster." Because patriarchy has taught her that a woman's worth lies in her looks, she laments the loss of her beauty to disease; she becomes worthless, "undeserving" of flowers (that is to say, basic decency on her husband's part).

She even laments being "ugly" and "disgusting" James in her last letter to him, as if she's failed him somehow through contracting an illness she never asked for.

Although the statistic that men divorce their wives if their wives fall ill is not necessarily true, it is true that women, as the presumed caretakers of the family, tend to survive at rates less than men if they do fall terminally ill due to a lack of support system.

We further see the mother's failure when Angela admits that her own mother said she (Angela) deserved her rape at her father's hands.

Furthermore, these gendered themes are expressed through the game's treatment of Maria. As a sentient entity born from James' selfish wishes, Maria lies trapped in an existentially horrifying state: objectification.

It's interesting that Maria professes interests and dislikes in Born from a Wish and early in Letter From Silent Heaven - in the former, she confesses that she's not much for literature, and in the latter, she opines "I hate bowling" - but slowly loses her individuality as time goes on. In addition, Maria stops insisting she's "real" and starts insisting that she can be whatever James wants her to be.

Eventually, she assumes Mary's voice and face (despite James having already noted that she bears an uncanny resemblance to Mary because of her face and voice) out of a false hope that doing so will ingratiate her to a man who doesn't want her.

Maria does not live for herself but owes her existence to a man. She becomes anything James needs her to be: a lesson taught when she dies; bait on a hook when she attempts to seduce him; even a version of his dead wife that will "never yell at [him] or make [him] feel bad." She bears Mary's face and voice, but not much else. Her thoughts and feelings ultimately do not matter because she is "not Mary."

Maria is treated like an object, despite being flesh and blood, and she has internalized this, displaying an unnerving willingness to contort herself in whatever shape necessary to keep James, for, again, without James she would not exist. When James states that he no longer needs her, she cries, "How can you throw me away?"

All of these things form the overarching reason why the renewed prioritization of combat disturbs me. It's almost like the remake is saying that violence is justified, but more specifically, the kind of gendered violence that culminated in James smothering his terminally-ill wife. Making combat "satisfying" defeats the point that combat shouldn't be a reward for violence.

Making the monsters extra aggressive so that combat is "provoked" and therefore justified, in fact, hits uncomfortably close to the nerve of "she brought it on herself." The idea that Mannequins now bumrush you when in the original, they only moved once perceived, allows the player to ignore how James must go out of his way to commit violence.

James, likewise, going "You're not here anymore" in the In Water ending does not bode well for his respect for Mary as a person, if he thinks his duty to her memory stops the moment her heart does.

In addition, Remake!James is more egotistical and entitled than Original!James.

While this may not inherently be a problem, I feel this has the potential to have audiences let James off the hook in a sort of Calvinist way. By dismissing his poor judgment and misdeeds as a result of his gender. "Oh, he was always an asshole, he deserves whatever he gets," rather than the more salient question, "What would we do in his situation? How could we restructure the ways we think about marriage, family, and gender roles so that the vulnerable don't slip through the cracks?"

As I've noted in previous posts, Remake!James' speech patterns reflect a more self-centered nature. When he tells Angela that his goal is to find Mary following Angela's emotional breakdown, he frames it as though Mary is his possession:

Notice how his priority is protecting his self-image as a good person and not in comforting Angela or trying to defuse the situation, like in the original.

Remake!James be like "Listen here, you audacious bitch, I don't know who you think I am, but I'm #notlikeallmen. I just want to get my wife back. 😤"

[thatgirlonstage]

man the way Magnus entrusted his relic to Jack and June because they were good people with rustic hospitality and it turned an entire town into a place of betrayal and coups and distrust and finally an inescapably looping nightmare for years where death was perpetually an hour away and the way that the town was ultimately saved with kindness to animals through reuniting the purple worm with her children and the self-sacrifice of the town's self-appointed protector

and the way Merle's relic took love that had bloomed from rivalry and twisted it into a desperate need to prove oneself capable and better, to become unto a god, the way it drove Sloane to run away from everyone she cared about rather than reach out to them for help, and the way it was only stopped with peacemaking, with reaching back for her still when all hope seemed lost, with Hurley leaping headfirst into silverpoint knowing full well she would be killed but doing it because she cared about the person inside even at her worst, even when she was irredeemable, even when no one else would think to find anything human left in there at all

and the way Taako's relic was put to the use of science and exploration and used, for a while, successfully, but with too much greed, with too much selfishness, with too much focus on Maureen and Lucas's goals and too little trust of other people's word on how dangerous these relics are, the way it ultimately became the tool of a creature trying to claw its way back to the life and loved ones it knew and had lost, a creature that had long since lost its sense of self, that had merged with others just to survive, and the way familial love was necessary to stop it, the way Lucas got to his worst out of love of his mother and the desperation to do anything to get her back, the way he got brought back to his senses by that same love and the realization of how badly he'd failed her, the way he was still an untrustworthy dick at the end but they let him go anyway and he came back when it mattered

the way Lup's relic was locked away for a decade and ultimately uncovered and reactivated by Gundran's desperate desire to reclaim what once belonged to his family, the way it was not stopped, the way the loss of Phandalin haunts the narrative, a reminder of failure and of people the boys couldn't save

the way Davenport's relic gets caught up in a game of smoke and mirrors while on the harsh time limit of the end of a journey, the way part of Jenkins' ploy is that he seems utterly unthreatening, the way Hudson's death and the loss of his head in particular is practically collateral damage, the way the train could not be saved but this time the people were

the way Barry's relic is in the hands of two liches who are very obvious and intentional foils to him and Lup, but even more than that, the way it's so buried in the suffering of losing everything that makes you yourself, over and over and over and over and over, the way Wonderland is designed to make you eventually dependent on this cycle of loss just to stay alive, the way it's only beaten by changing the rules of the game

and of course the way Lucretia's relic stays glued to her side, the emblem and reason for her loneliness, isolating her in a bubble of her own making, until, of course, she lets her family back in, and as raw and painful a reunion as it is, as it has to be, because you can't stay safe from your mistakes forever, the seven of them together find the solution she could not find alone

[kurokawaia]

❛ Your Mine ❜ - Chapter 5

Yandere!Lan Wangji X Fem!Reader

| YANDERE + DARK CONTENT | this meaning, if you don't like this content, then just scroll away

WC; 3.9k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW : x fem reader, yandere x fem reader, yandere themes, another kidnapping lmao, lan wangji steals you agn, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, oral -> female receiving, missionary, praise, handjob, slight? begging, slight bondage with his head band thingy + more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝒜𝑅𝒴 :: This results in Wangji kidnapping her and hiding her secretly, visiting her to only have sex. He loves her of course, but he spends time with her, not only to have sex, but to be near her. This is the softest Lan Wangji will ever be towards you. You tried to run away from him, only because you felt suffocated hiding, Jiang Cheng tried to help but failed. The second attempt you made by yourself and that soft love you were getting changed, it was only rough, dominating sex. But he accidentally confesses and you did to, which changed the mood, it wasn't rough, but just intense.

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Days blended into weeks, and weeks possibly months.

He loved you, or so he said, but it wasn't the love you had ever envisioned. Lan Wangji was transformed from protector to captor, possessed by a deep obsession, unable to bear the thought of letting you out of his sight. You sat on the bed and waited, knowing that he would be there soon, as he had always been. The footsteps echoed through the hidden corridor, and your heart jumped into your chest. You couldn't tell whether it was out of fear or anticipation. 

Perhaps both. The door creaked open, and Lan Wangji stepped inside, his gaze finding you right away. 

His presence overwhelmed you, as it usually did. It was the only time he ever allowed himself to be vulnerable when he came to see you. He crossed the room silently, sitting beside you on the bed. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You flinched slightly, but he didn't seem to notice perhaps he chose not to. "I missed you," he whispered, his tone all but gentle. 

His fingers traced along the outline of your cheek, his touch suddenly so delicate for a man who had grown so perilous in his obsession. You said nothing. What was there to say? You were his prisoner, tucked deep and far from the world, from your family, from Jiang Cheng-who once tried and failed to save you. That memory haunted you; that moment you tried to run, Jiang Cheng found you and tried to spirit you away from Gusu. But Lan Wangji had found you even before you managed to reach the borders of the Lan Clan's territory. The rage in his eyes had been terrifying, and the punishment that followed... 

Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.

Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Lan Wangji leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure. Lan Wangji moaned in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.

You shuddered at the thought. 

Jiang Cheng hadn't dared to try again. Lan Wangji's hand had tightened on yours, pulling you out of your thoughts. "You are mine," he whispered. "I cannot let you go. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you blinked them away. "I cannot continue to live like this," you said out loud. "You have taken everything in my life from me: my family, my freedom... I cannot breathe here." "You are safe here," he said simply, as if that was all that mattered. "I cannot lose you. "But you are losing me," you replied, voice quivering. "I feel like I'm being suffocated. You are not protecting me, Wangji-you are holding me hostage."

He pulled you closer into his arms, which folded around you, meant to be comforting, just suffocating. "I do this because I love you," he whispered softly against your ear, his warm breath dancing along your skin. "I love you more than you can possibly understand."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.

Lan wangji lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.

"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you."

You sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Lan wangji drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.

But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

You swallowed hard, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. "This isn't love," you whispered. "Love doesn't feel like this." His grip on you tightened slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin. "You are wrong," he said. "You will understand one day. Until then, I will protect you. He kissed you then, his lips possessive, claiming you in a manner that denied all avenues of escape. You were trapped in this kiss, in his arms, in this small chamber that had become your prison.

Tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so gentle yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him, he was restraining himself from pouncing on to you.

The heartbeat in your pussy was so heavy, so prominent as Lan Wangji deepens the kiss per second, you were afraid that if his t high were to take place against your cunt, he would feel how needy you are, how much you need him to pleasure you.

Why do you love him?

And he did exactly what you were hoping for him to not do, and that was to shift his legs, which now, one of them was placed in between your own, pressed against your throbbing heat. A hopeless moan falls past your lips and Lan Wangji smirks into the kiss.

"I can feel you," he groans agasint your mouth.

In response, you drag one of your hands down his chest, slowly, feeling every ridge of his chest and abs, of course, Lan Wangji moans heavily into your mouth. He loved how you touched his body despite the scars that were littered over his pale skin.

Your hand dragged across his happy trail, and you could feel his abs flexing agasint your arm before you teased the tip of his erect cock, a moan emitting loudly from him.

Pulling his lips from yours before diving into your neck, kissing and sucking your flesh while you slowly pumped his cock, smearing the precum around his tip before moving your hand down his length once more.

His kisses moved lower, and lower until he was no longer in reach of your hand to his dick and you huffed in disappointment. However, your disappointment vanished when your eyes widened in pleasure when he pried your thighs open wider and gave sucks to your inner thighs before kissing closer to your cunt.

A kiss to your clit was all that was needed for your hands to entangle with Lan Wangji's hair. " Lan Wangji!" you moan, thighs immediately tightening around his head, your legs over his shoulders.

A moan vibrates from Lan Wangji's mouth, straight into your clit and a whine emits from your lips. "P-Please," you beg quietly. "M-More."

"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Lan Wangji's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot.

"Wangji," you whine subtly, you want him inside you so badly.

"I know," Lan Wangji speaks against your folds, nose bumping against your clit, "Gotta make sure you're all prepped for me, you haven't had me in a while."

"M'know... but please, wanna...." you quietly trail off, embarrassed to say any more.

Lan Wangji licks a long strip up your cunt, fingers slowly pumping in and out your silky walls. "What, baby? what do you want?" he hums, teasing you, knowing how shy you are and how embarrassed you get.

Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. "Cum, I wanna so bad," you whimper, tears filling your lash line. "Need you... i-in me."

"Alright," Lan Wangji replies. "Got to give my wife what she needs."

"Please," you say, your whimpers getting louder when he speeds up the pace of his fingers and tongue.

"Wangji," you moan out. "Feels so good."

Once more, Lan Wangji's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Lan Wangji was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.

His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.

Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Lan Wangji's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.

"Wangji, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears spilling past your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls.

"Taking it so well, you're so good f'me," Lan Wangji moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own, for now.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.

The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in your cum.

With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewl in overstimulation and plant a kiss on your clit before lifting his head from your thighs.

And just like that, he holds the base of his cock, angling his tip towards your entrance. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Lan Wangji moan into your neck. "You're so perfect."

"You feel so good," you moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you.

you feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Our moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip Lan Wangji held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. Lan Wangji continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

"You make- me feel so goo- d," you say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-"

"I'm close-," He groans.

"Me too," you choke out.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into Lan Wangji's bare chest causing Lan Wangji to groan and his arms to wrap tightly around you. After a few more pumps Lan Wangji came, filling your cunt with cum, letting a few more rolls of his hips into you to help ride out both our highs before he pulled out slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

His forehead leaning against yours. "I love you," he whispered. "And I will never let you go." You closed your eyes, allowing tears to slip down your cheeks. There was no escaping him. Lan Wangji's love had turned into an all-consuming darkness, a darkness that had swallowed you whole. He came to see you often, sat for hours in your company, sometimes just sitting in silence, at other times kissing and touching you, holding you close, as if at any moment you would disappear. 

And every time you thought about running again, about trying to find your way back to Jiang Cheng, back to your family, you remembered Lan Wangji's eyes the last time you had tried to run. You remembered the way he had so promptly caught you, the way he'd firmly dragged you back to Gusu, whispering dark promises that you would never run from him again. You were his. Completely. And no matter how suffocating his love became, you could not see a way out. "I want to breathe," you whispered one night, the sound barely audible as you shook in the circle of his arms. "You are breathing," Lan Wangji replied calmly, his hand stroking your hair with languid ease. But you weren't. Not really. 

You were drowning, and there was no escaping it, no matter how much you love him.

You needed to get away. You waited for the dead of night, knowing it was the only time you'd have.

Your heartbeat in your chest, your quaking hands eased the hidden door open, and you crept through the halls.  But you weren't fast enough. You'd barely cleared the outer courtyard when you felt his presence. You spun on your heel and you saw him. He had you caught. Again. "Where do you think you're going?"  "I-" Your voice stuttered, taking a step backward.

 You knew you could never run from him. Saying nothing more, he leaned over you and clamped your wrist. He didn't have to hurt you, as he knew just too well you would listen either way. "You promised me you wouldn't run," he told you in a calm voice. "I-I won't be able to live like this, Wangji," you stammered, already feeling your eyes prick with tears. "I can't-" He cut you off before you could finish, his lips slamming onto yours which took your breath away as his hold on you tightened, pinning you to the wall. His hands roamed your body, not in that tender manner he had previously used, but with an urgency. You tried pulling away, but he was too strong, his need too overpowering. He was claiming you-in his possessiveness that swallowed you whole. And then, his lips whispered against the shell of your ear, and you heard words he almost never said.

"I love you," he whispered. "I love you more than anything.". "I love you, too," you whispered, the words escaped before you could stop them from spilling out. He could almost fall apart right there and then, you say those words so genuinely. 

You felt the change in the way his touch softened and became purposed. His hands roam your body, but this time not to claim or control, but to feel you, connect to you. You kissed him back, your body arcing into his, your hands tangling in his hair as you drew him closer. The intensity of the kiss grew, but it wasn't rough anymore. It was just... passionate. Raw. He'd been whispering your name between kisses. "I don't want to lose you. I don't. I love you so much." You clung to him, tears escaping down your cheeks. But this time, you didn't try getting away. You didn't push him away. 

Because for the very first time, you truly felt you were with him. He'd pulled you close, his body pressed to yours in that instant, and you realized you'd stopped fighting. You'd stopped fighting the pull of his love no matter how suffocating or overwhelming it had been. Because you loved him too.

You were his. And he was yours.

Back in the room, you both bare and exposed. 

You felt the weight of Lan Wangji's bare body press against your back and you let out a soft huff at the sudden feeling. His mass was pressing me hard to the mattress. His hands trailing down your waist. His big hands moved to grip the backs of your small ones, rendering your ability to squirm out of Lan Wangji's hold.

His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed before wrapping his forehead band around your hands, keeping you in place. Lan Wangji's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Lan Wangji's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Lan Wangji raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance.

"Don't even think that you need prep," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action. Lan Wangji let out a breathy laugh at your reaction.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Lan Wangji knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Lan Wangji sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Lan Wangji's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Lan Wangji grunts. "Such a good little slut." You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped in an abasement way, you savoured his words struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else.

But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Lan Wangji's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Lan Wangji rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Lan Wangji's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his big frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Lan Wangji was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Lan Wangji was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment. Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Lan Wangji's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. 

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. 

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Lan Wangji hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Lan Wangji groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock. "Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Lan Wangji groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

A satisfied smirk came onto Lan Wangji's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks. "Such a good little- slut," Lan Wangji groans. "Pussy taking me in so deep."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length. "C'mon, how much you want it?" Lan Wangji rasps in your ear.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head. "Please, please, please!"

"Go ahead," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing me to whimper in overstimulation, but Lan Wangji helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping me ride out my orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside me causing me to moan into his kiss. Lan Wangji slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt

"I'll clean you up," he continued, picking your limp and tired body up.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[aphroditelovesu]

may i ask how the family of rhaenyra's precious baby would react if someone tried to poison him?

❝🐉 lady l: in this bby!reader imagine, Criston is on the side of the Blacks, but it's still Alicent's sworn protector. It might not make a lot of sense, but I still intend to delve deeper into that part if anyone wants to. Sorry for any mistakes! <3

tw: attempted murder, use of poison, implied murder and torture and mention of blood.

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Let's imagine that all this happens during a family dinner. It was one of the few times that the Blacks and the Greens were all together and in an atmosphere of peace and harmony. Criston was present, not necessarily having dinner, but he was in the room next to Alicent and keeping an eye on you. As he always did.

Of course, this was all thanks to bby!reader presence and because of Viserys, who always tried to appease the family. Everyone was happy, really, even Daemon was being more sociable than usual. Everything was going great.

Dinner was quiet and fun, everyone was listening to the bby!reader and no one seemed to notice that anything was wrong. That is, until you start coughing a lot.

At first it sounded like a normal cough, and Laenor, who was at your right side, patted your on the back in a failed attempt to help stop the cough. But needless to say, it didn't stop, it got worse. All eyes went towards you worriedly and when you fell to the ground, with your hand on your throat coughing heavily, everyone got up and went towards you desperately. Criston was running beside you, holding your head protectively so you wouldn't hit it on the ground.

Chaos and panic would ensue in order to save bby!reader is general. Screams could be heard all over the Red Keep and the maesters would all be summoned to try and save you.

Fortunately you were saved in time, a maester discovered that you were poisoned and identified the poison in time and you were saved. Everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, but now they're going to come together to find out who dared to try to poison you and that person would experience something worse than death.

❝Yandere!Team Black Reaction: If bby!reader it's poisoned

Viserys went mad with fear when he saw you lying on the ground, coughing up blood, and it was as if his heart had stopped in that moment. He ran alongside you, pushing everyone in the way, and hugged you tightly. A few tears fell from his eyes as he screamed desperately for the guards or anyone to do something to save your life. He wouldn't leave your side while you were being tended to by the maester and he wouldn't rest until he was sure you were safe and once Viserys was sure, he would make sure that whoever dared try to kill you would regret it for ever the rest of their life.

It took everything in her to keep Rhaenyra from collapsing on the spot, she used all her strength to stay calm, but she couldn't. Her bby was about to die and she was a crying and desperate mess. She would be one of the few people allowed to be by your side when the maester takes care of you, she stared at him with her eyes red from crying. If you died... Rhaenyra didn't know what she would do, she just knew that she wouldn't hold back. She was beside you, holding your hand and saying words of comfort that meant more to her than they did to you. She finally breathed a sigh of relief after being told you were out of danger. Now the only thing left to do would be to destroy whoever dared try to hurt her bby. And, oh, will she make them regret it.

Laenor could feel the fear and despair filling him completely, it was as if all his biggest fears had come true. His bby was about to die. He started screaming and making threats to everyone in that room, he didn't trust anyone and he suspected that someone there was trying to murder you and he wasn't going to let them go unpunished. Laenor would be by your side throughout the entire process, holding and sobbing into you. He was a complete mess and he felt helpless in the face of this situation. He wouldn't stop asking the maester questions until he was sure you were going to be fine and only when he had confirmation could he breathe again. The only thing left to do is to find out who tried to kill his bby, and Laenor won't rest until he finds out who did it.

The moment you started coughing Criston already felt worried and was completely aware of your behavior, but the moment you fell to the ground with your hand on your throat and coughing up blood, that's when he lost it. Criston got desperate and was the first to go to your side, hugging you tightly and trying to help you. He wasn't allowed to stay in the room while you were treated, he was considered none of his business, only few people knew the truth and they didn't care. Nobody cared and Cole felt more and more anxious as time went on and he didn't have any information from you. Criston had never felt so helpless in his life, he kept trying to storm the room but he knew he couldn't. It destroyed him inside not being able to be next to his bby while you were treated. When he received the news that you were safe and out of danger, Criston felt alive again and now, the only thing left was to make whoever tried to kill you be definitely eliminated from the face of the earth. That is, only after Crison was sure they'd suffered enough.

Daemon was in such shock to see you down and vainly clutching your own throat, he didn't know how to react. At first he just stood there watching everyone crowd around bby!reader and shouting orders, but he didn't react. It was as if it hadn't dawned on him that you had been poisoned. But when he did, oh god, Daemon was mad with rage. How dare someone do this to you? Unlike the others, he started asking bottomless questions and accusations towards the Greens of trying to kill you. He didn't care about anything else but trying to figure out who tried to kill you, and when he does find the culprit, Daemon will put them through something far worse than death.

Corlys and Rhaenys had the most unusual attitude in this situation. They stayed calm, don't get them wrong, they were still terrified of the thought of bby!reader dying, but they knew they had to remain as calm as possible in this situation. Someone had to keep themselves sane and it was them, Corlys was the one who shouted orders to bring the maester to you, and Rhaenys tried to comfort you however she could. They demanded to be present while you were treated and it's not like they were going to be denied, they were your grandparents after all and they were going to take care of you. While Rhaenys stayed by his side, Corlys decided to go after him to find out who dared to hurt you and he won't rest until he finds out who did. This, of course, with the support of Rhaenys and your entire family.

Laena was the calmest of the Blacks, she tried to take a deep breath and went to your side, removing your hands from your throat to stop the bleeding and helped carry you to the maester. She stayed beside bby!reader, looking at you full of concern and every now and then looking at the maester with a threat in her eyes, in case he couldn't save you. Laena smiled lovingly and kissed and hugged you after knowing you would live, she didn't leave her side until you woke up. She would stay there whether the others wanted her or not. She would be sure that Daemon and Laenor would kill whoever tried to murder you so she was calmer, but Laena would only be satisfied after she was sure of their painful death. It's only fair to what they tried to do to you.

Jacaerys and Lucerys both panicked as they saw their older brother struggling to live. Fear invaded them and they ran towards you, but they couldn't get too close due to the fact that bby!reader was surrounded by everyone else. Jacaerys tried to wedge himself in between to be at your side as Lucerys began to cry, mumbling unintelligible words. Just like your parents, they were in the room while you were a treated, but they weren't by your side completely, because of Rhaenyra and Laenor who were attached to you. The two brothers could only breathe a sigh of relief when they were assured that you would be fine, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from their shoulders and they, after being allowed, wrapped themselves around you. If Jace could find out who did this to you, he'd make them regret it, but for now, he'd be content with staying by your side and protecting you, along with Luke.

Baela and Rhaena, similar to Jace and Luke, panicked and were very scared when they saw bby!reader scratching his bleeding throat. They unfortunately couldn't do much for you, but they tried to stay by your side however they could. Rhaena was the one who tried her best to let you comfort in this dire situation, while Baela made it very clear the things she intended (if she has permission) to do to the perpetrator of this crime. The sisters refused to leave your side even after they knew you were all right. They would take care of you in their own way and will be more than happy to have you dependent on them.

❝Yandere!Team Green Reaction: If bby!reader it's poisoned

Otto was one of the first to notice that you started coughing more than usual. Otto immediately got up from his chair and went to your side, but he didn't arrive in time for you to fall out of the chair and your father to run to your side. He stood still, just looking at you with a solemn expression, but inside he was very scared, and he was still compelled to listen to Daemon's vile accusations. As if he could dare to harm you. Otto tried to remain calm, but inside he was filled with hatred and a strong desire to commit a murderl. He was one of the few Greens allowed to be by your side while you were cared for, as Hand of the King, and he, along with Corlys, Daemon, Aemond, Aegon, Laenor, Criston and Viserys, began a merciless hunt to find out who tried to kill you, and Otto will not be the least bit merciful with the culprit.

Alicent had one of the worst reactions, she started screaming and crying as she bellowed orders to fetch you a maester. She was glued to bby!reader side, trying to hug you as you lay on the floor coughing, but she quickly got up and started to follow as you were taken away to be treated. She stayed in the living room, sitting on the bed beside your legs and gently petting your hands in a failed attempt to try to reassure herself that you would be okay. Alicent finally remembered to breathe after receiving confirmation that you would be fine and she would take care of you herself, she is the Queen and your grandmother and will make sure that whoever tried to assassinate you will have a slow and painful death.

Aegon had one the cruelest and unexpected reactions of all the Greens. Aegon stood there looking at you in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe this was happening, that you were about to die in front of him. He ran to your side, but was pushed by the others, but he didn't stop trying to stay by the side of the bby!reader. He needed it and he was sure you did too, so Aegon fought to be by his side, ignoring the scolding he received for his inappropriate behavior, he just wanted to be by your side and he would be. Aegon would be at your mother's side, facing you with genuine affection and brotherly care and he made you a promise in that moment, he would hunt the culprit to the ends of the earth and feed him to his dragon. He will make them regret trying to hurt you.

Helaena was the least despairing of her family. She was still worried and scared that you were going to die, but she tried to remain calm, assuring herself that you were strong and everything would be fine. She was allowed into the room only after you were healed and she smiled in relief to see you breathing normally. She was calm in this situation, she was very scared but she stood her ground, she always knew you would be fine and that's why she didn't decide to act the same way as the rest of you did. Helaena hugged bby!reader tightly after being able to enter and was filled with hope when she saw you looking at her with affection. Yes, she's glad that bby!reader didn't die because Helaena didn't know what she would be capable of doing if he did.

If you thought Daemon and Aegon reacted badly to this it's because you haven't heard from Aemond yet. He was filled with hate and fear when he saw you lying on the ground, he started screaming furiously and tried to shove himself beside you, pushing the others. Aemond refused to wait outside the room, he entered the room and stood beside you, patting the bby!reader on the head while trying to comfort you and assuring you that whoever did that to you would pay deadly. He only left your side after the master said you were out of danger and you would wake up in a few hours, but not before making it very clear that he would mercilessly kill anyone who tried to harm you. Aemond will hunt them to the ends of the world if need be, he will not stop until he is sure there is no threat to your life. He will kill and torture with no remorse and, who knows, maybe feed them to Vhagar. Nothing is impossible when it comes to bby!reader.

[azure-firecracker]

I think part of why I love Mulder and Scully’s mutual rescues so much is because they always know exactly what the other one needs to hear in moments of vulnerability.

Spoilers for Irresistible and Teliko under the cut.

What Scully fears in Irresistible is a loss of autonomy, a loss of safety. It’s her body being unable to protect her, her sense of security being ripped away from under her and placing her in danger yet again, maybe for months, having who-knows-what done to her. It’s her abduction all over again, her strong façade crumbling, not only her body failing her, but her image as well.

When Mulder saves her, he hugs her and uses his body as a shield between her and Pfaster’s house, as if to say this is a space where nothing will take away your safety. If your body cannot protect you, mine will, and I will stay here until you can protect yourself again. He doesn’t say much to her, but it seems to all be variations on “it’s okay.” There’s a double meaning. There’s the it’s okay, you’re safe variation, which speaks to Scully’s fears of safety and normalcy suddenly becoming danger, but he’s also telling her that it’s okay to cry, okay to be scared, okay to allow her walls to crumble because he will keep her safe until she puts them back up, and he will never judge her or think less of her for it.

She can be terrified with him, and he will stand between her and anything that can come for her in the night, and there’s nothing she could say or do that would make him leave.

Teliko is not nearly as good an episode, but (as you might imagine if you’ve followed this blog for more than 2 seconds) I absolutely adored the climax. Mulder here has lost all of his ability to do anything. He’s literally paralyzed (and it’s actually pretty scary). He doesn’t fear losing power in the way that Scully does, probably because the show hasn’t made a thing out of it, but what he fears is being left alone. He fears being powerless and having those he loves suffer because of it. He’s scared that if something happens to him, everyone he cares for will be snatched away and he’ll never see them again. You know, Samantha trauma.

And because he’s got such a guilt complex, I’m willing to bet that a small part of him is scared that he’ll be left by Scully, or his family, or whoever, once he slips up, once he can’t be the protector anymore, because at that point, isn’t being left to die what he deserves?

So we’ve got all these fears at play as he’s being literally paralyzed and dragged into the vents, and what does Scully say to him when she finds him?

It’s okay, Mulder. I’m here.

Because no matter what happens to him, even if he can’t move or speak or do anything to protect her, she isn’t going anywhere. That’s not why she stays. She’s going to stay no matter how bad things get, no matter the danger or the cost. She will walk with him in his darkest moments.

And in this moment when he’s probably scared out of his mind, she follows him into the darkness and reminds him that he isn’t alone.

These two episodes just have such a lovely contrast and I think it shows how well Scully and Mulder understand each other, and what each of them can give the other in some of their most vulnerable moments. There are differences, yes, but also similarities. When it all boils down to it, I think all they both really need is a reassurance that the other will always stay.

Stay.

[theoperativeif]

The Operative: Fires of Revolution [18+] (Updated 8/03/2024)

You are an Operative, one of hundreds of modified beings that saved the Empire of a United Earth in its war against the Commonwealth. The war you were created for is over, billions dead in a duel between raging Empires that ended in a stalemate on a barren planet that left both sides ravaged.

But now ghosts from your past threaten to plunge the galaxy into another war and threaten all you have fought for.

Battle against those you once called family, discover hidden truths behind the Operative Project and protect those you love as you are drawn back to an all too familiar barren planet...

Content Warnings

[This game contains, violence, depiction of war and innocent casualties, strong language, drug references, major/minor character death (including possible ro death), optional explicit sexual content(fade to black only atm), references to abuse and other mature themes. Please use discretion and this list will be updated as content is added.]

Features

Play as a man, woman, or non-binary.

Become a legendary super soldier, are you the ideal soldier? The perfect protector? An expert assassin? A walking war machine? Or maybe you are the monster that haunts your enemies nightmares.

Help shape the future of an Empire recovering from war, or just go where your superiors tell you.

Shape your character’s personality and have their choices influence the galaxy.

Fall in love with one of six romance options. Including an Imperial Marine, a fellow super soldier, an Imperial Agent and a mysterious chemical weapons expert.

Unearth the mystery of a failed revolt and a quarantined planet.

Will you build the Empire up? Or ensure it tears itself apart?

Notable Characters

Ari “The Old Flame” [M/F]

A loyal companion since you were both made Operatives, Ari is either your closest friend or your old flame of youth. They served in some of the darkest moments of the Empire, having thousands of kills under their belt. Recent events forced you both into conflict and then separation, now leaving memories and dreams as your only respite together. But something behind the scenes may force two people intertwined by destiny back together…

(Appearance)  6'8 A pale white complexion with wide diamond blue eyes and mid length snow white hair. Broad-shouldered with a toned musculature Ari's life as a soldier along with their enhancements make them an intimidating foe.

Liana Swarovski “The Soldier” [F]

One of two marines personally assigned to you by the Admiral. Despite spending the past several years in combat she forces herself to maintain as cheerful a disposition as possibly. Having been saved by an Operative in a past mission gone wrong she remains open and friendly to her newest assignment…

(Appearance)  5'7 with bright hazel eyes and a bright smile. Warm beige complexion and bright blonde hair done in a ponytail when on the job. Slightly stouter build then one would expect.

Jacob Miller "The Tactician” [M]

One of two marines personally assigned to you by the Admiral. Not much to note about the ordinary man, except that for someone with only two combat missions under their belt he spent the remainder of the war in service of Admirals and Generals. Recent events have reportedly chipped away at his once Casanova and pleasure loving disposition, but behind his kind eyes lies something much colder very few see…

(Appearance)  6'1 with soulful green eyes and a small smile, longer dark brown hair that he often slicks back. Average body build.

Designate Six “The Loyalist” [NB]

A deadly combatant even to Operatives, Designate Six commands the Chemical Core under your command, a group of specialist who utilize chemical and biological warfare tactics to render enemy forces inert. Hidden behind robes and masks Six is first and foremost an explorer of the deadly and arcane, but second a person of undying loyalty to their Operative…

(Appearance)  5'5 Two large expressive eyes resembling two pools of purple, tan skin intermixed with scars and patches of discoloration are hints of the price they have paid for their service to the empire.

Agent Roads “The Investigator” [M/F]

Agent Roads is an agent for the Imperial Heartbreaker Division, a branch of the Emperors secret police, specializing in tactics best left out of the spotlight. Their history with Operative 002 is an interesting one born of violence and strife, but now, all this time later perhaps its one of fascination. Especially when Road’s own dark past surfaces with one thing on their mind. Revenge. 

Their reputation is one rivaling the most bloodthirsty Operatives, but will someone looking closer find something worthwhile behind those cruel eyes?

(Appearance)  5'9 with predatory silver eyes and deep olive skin, bobbed thick raven black hair, thin build with a removed tattoo on their chest just below their collarbone.

Polina Cartigan “The Princess” [F]

Princess Polina is the second in line of the Emperors children, despite her calm and thoughtful demeanor do not be mistaken, beneath lies a powerful drive to improve the Empire. Seeking a peace with the ACC so as to rebuild shattered supply lines and defenses she is opposed by the majority of the UEG leadership. But a steadily rising wave of idealistic young military and political minds now stokes the flames as she prepares to take her first true steps onto the galactic stage.

(Appearance) 5′8 dark complexion with burning amber eyes and a thin graceful build.

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[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

So now I’m hyper fixated on Rayman again I should probably post some of my head canons on the limbless guy

Rayman is a master at playing all the instruments in the plucked string family. Including the harp. Every time I hear his theme in Rayman M I keep thinking he is the one completely rocking the Banjo.

He also has a hobby in painting. Just anything he feels like painting he paints, he mostly just does it for himself and doesn’t give any of his paintings away even as gifts. It’s more a hobby for himself and he either doesn’t feel comfortable with giving his works away or doesn’t think that there good enough.

His love language is quality time, he doesn’t care what they do he just wants to spend time with others. Weather it’s sleeping together with globox, helping Ly or listening to murffy ramble.

He does have a spa day at least every week.

Rayman often leaves his home, no one in the glade knows where he goes or how to find him but he always comes back after a few days. The popular theory is that he trains his skills in private during this time but no one knows.

He gets really angry when others blame him for things he has no control over or when he ends up failing and telling him that it’s his fault .

Rayman and Barbara have a bit of a toxic relationship. They both enable each other’s reckless behavior. But their friendship is more of a friendly rivalry more than anything. They are adventurous buddies to the end.

He knows how to fight with a battle axe, and other weapons, Barbara and the other princesses taught him.

In legends he ended up getting captured several times and Barbara had to save him. (Like from the giant toad in the Rayman legends trailer)

He and Barbara often wrestle and have some playful fights together. Sometimes this goes on for hours.

Rayman has a strange relationship with Betilla, she is both his mom but also kinda not. Betilla is conflicting because she genuinely thinks of Rayman as her son (even if she doesn’t realize it) but her duties as a Protector kinda conflict with that (basically her feelings are conflicting with her logic) as she created Rayman to save the world. They really need to talk about their relationship but Betilla kinda keeps pushing the subject away. This is one of the main reasons why Rayman left the valley, he was sick of not getting a straight answer. But he does genuinely care for her.

This odd relationship extends to the other Nymphs, who all adore and care for Rayman but due to their duties keep bit of distance from the limbless boy. Except Voodoo Mama, she full blown calls herself Auntie Voodoo to Rayman and insists on calling Betilla his mother. She is the one who helps Rayman leave the valley, understanding all of his reasons to do so.

The magician (Rayman 1) actually helped raise Rayman if Betilla was too busy. He taught Rayman important lessons about morality. He also liked hyping him up with dramatic speeches and was the first one to call rayman a hero despite, him haven’t done any heroics yet.

Rayman keeps his past and his relationships with his mother and aunts a secret but he does let some things slip every now and again. Hence why the Phantom knows about Mr dark.

Rayman is a foodie, he loves all kinds of food and enjoys eating anything. And he can technically eat anything with no problem, but that doesn’t mean he likes the taste.

He sometimes visits has conversations with both Polokus and Jano.

He is asexual (I don’t think he ever shown any interest whatsoever) but he may be open to a romantic relationship.

Some nights he can’t sleep and just watches the sky.

Hates being picked up and held like a doll or a kid.

The way he ‘ages’ is different from others as instead of growing up naturally he instead incorporates energy, lums and magic into his body which allows him to get bigger and changes his appearance over time. (I think the limbless are creatures who are unable to age)

Rayman makes a majority of his own clothes or gets them custom Made. Not a lot of shops made for limbless people around.

He likes a wide variety of music, mostly he likes 2000’s music though.

Rayman loves to enjoy the little things in life, he likes the idea of riches and glory but doesn’t love it.

He loves children, and is a really good babysitter.

He actually gets really scared when facing threats, he gets scared when fighting Mr Darks forces, the robot pirates, the hoodlums, the knaaren, even the Rabbids scare him. But he knows that fear isn’t something to be ashamed of, embraces it, and manages to act despite of it. That is genuine courage. 

He is clever, and can be an absolute troll when he wants to be, using his extended reach to pull pranks.

He takes care of the walking shell like a pet, it has a weird power of putting itself back together.

There are a lot of legends and rumors about him from what he accomplished and what he looks like to his backstory. Some of them are extremely wild and a lot of people don’t realize that the Rayman in the rumors is the same guy when they meet him in real life.

His hands and feet sometimes wanders around with out his knowledge when he is deep in sleep.

He is very aware that one’s species and looks do not attribute to how good or evil they are. He learned this lesson from others who judged him purely on looks, many people have attacked him in the past due to his appearance and thinking he is a monster.

He ended up ultimately failing to save Globox’s children from the Rabbids, someone else saved them. But he did in up accidentally saving the Rabbids by unknowingly teaching them to enjoy the little things in life, that it’s okay to make mistakes, enjoying their own sense of fashion and getting them into hobbies, allowing them to actually be happy and Turing them away from their conquest and destruction in the long run, and this all eventually leads to the Rabbid heroes in Mario + rabbids. Some Rabbids actually worship him as a god for opening their eyes to the wonders of the universe. To bad no one really knows about this connection.

After the Rabbids invasion Rayman starts having trouble sleeping (Ubisoft gave him eye bags in sparks of hope) and his friends (minus Barbara who hasn’t been aware of this situation due to reasons) were a bit disappointed in him after failing to defeat the Rabbids, not offering him any comfort or compassion to him, treating him differently then they used to. This did not help his mental health, and he started taking longer trips from home. (This is not my original idea but I love it.)

Rayman went to the phantom show because he had nothing better to do.

The Phantom invited Rayman because he as a few memories of him before he got fussed, he is also a bit jealous of the limbless hero.

There is quite a bit of distrust between Rayman, Rabbid Mario and Rabbid peach. Beep-o has to play peace keeper. (There is no way he instantly trusts them just because they say they’re heroes.) They do end up forming a genuine friendship by the end of the game but there was a bit of drama we didn’t get to see.

Rabbid Mario is the most friendly to him, liking Rayman’s vibe. But it takes awhile for Rabbid Peach to warm up to him. Rayman is visibly untrusting but civil to all the Rabbids.

When asked about why he doesn’t like the Rabbids by Beep-o he tells the truth about how they originally came from the glade of dreams, invaded and captured others and all the other horrific stuff. He says that he knows that it’s silly to judge if someones good or evil because of their race, but that’s not gonna stop him from being weary of the Rabbids. Rabbid Mario just looks horrified, Rabbid Peach just scoffs saying that she would never be apart of some dum- but never finishing her sentence.

Rayman is technically a demigod.

If he ever met Ramon he would except him as a family member.

He knows the value of listening

Might do more later

[ao3wasntenough]

Talking about metal flesh au, scenario that other MC like Cade, charlie and Noah that express they worry with sam condition that keep hosting Autobots spark in his body that giving effects to sam.

They conversation will start how sad they feel for sam condition about he hosting sparks, then sam will say that lineine " it's only thing I can do for them, and to make me feel not useless " . And carlie will say that sam already useful as liaison, sam replay not enough because it will not useful in battle and he say he jealous of cade, carlie and Noah because they understand machine and can be useful for Autobots in battle.

Also sam will like challenge them if he not the ones hosting Autobots sparks who will? Noah can't doing it because he is soldier and possible end up hurting himself

Carlie is a girl and yeah, there's no way a girl willing sharing her body and privacy with bunch of male alien.

Cade, he possible next candidate but after seeing how struggle sam is, he get scare and no want end up dead soon and leave his daughter alone. Also Cade is old

Three of them willing died and get into trouble to save Autobots but none of them willing have struggle sharing a body and privacy with bunch of giant aliens.Yeah only sam is crazy enough to doing that.

But the biggest problem is that what if sam died when they war still on earth and so they need other human as they temporary vessel and Cade, carlie and Noah are knowing about they failsafe transfer, like it or not soon Autobots possible will ask them to lend their bodies to the Autobots

And this is make three humans while no want sam suffer from hosting spark, they kind hope that sam will have long life at least until cybertron war not on earth again or three humans kind hoping that they will died before sam, because they no want share they bodies, not care how close they are with Autobots scenario they share a body freak them out

I think there'd be such a tug of war over emotions and feelings on the human ally front, I can see all of them being recoiled by physical and phycological effects it has on Sam, would it be the same? would it be worse? its obviously not sustainable, and there's an argument that the autobots have been fighting for EONS without this kind of option so why have they become so dependant or reckless with it?

I could see Cade and Noah being emotionally manipulated into it, in the worse case, playing on their fears of the world and their families being killed and put in worse odds because they lost a protector in an autobot that could have been prevented via spark cohabitation that they agree, kinda like how mirage used himself to give Noah a fairer chance in battle.

I could see a Bee being strictly AGAINST the idea of Charlie being considered, compared to being begrudgingly against Sam's continued involvement, he morally and emotionally knowing their crossing lines with Sam but he is so aware what's at risk and what's on the line in war and Optimus and superiors are just to strong and steadfast in their influence over Bumblebee. He failed Sam, primus let him not fail another.

[starheirxero]

I'M BACK- I WAS GONE FOR A HOT SECOND, BUT YOU AINT GONNA GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY-

Not gonna lie, I was waiting for shit to hit the fan, until I was gonna go on a rant- This maaay not have been the best idea-

THERE'S SO MUCH GOING ON NOW- I AM EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT- I AM IN LOVE, I AM IN SHAMBLES- I WANT THIS SHOW TO RIP MY HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT-

God, I am so intrigued to see where this is going! The character arcs get better day by day!

First of all, there's Eclipse- He keeps dissappearing for rather long periods of time, and anytime he comes back, he is just a little bit different. A little more docile, a little more half-hearted in his rudeness. A little more compassionate to help.

He's changing, becoming better, while still being Eclipse. All because he was shown a little kindness. All because there is someone who won't give up on him. Someone, who's love and care is unconditional, who looks beyond the surface, beyond snarky remarks and insults.

And God, Earth's words. It doesn't matter who he is, or will be. It doesn't matter, if he chooses to be Eclipse, or decides to rip this part of him apart and leave it behind. It doesn't matter, which name he will use, or what he'll look like. Because she sees him. He is the one who helped her, and who she bonded to. He's the one she cares for. There could be a day, where he decides, that he's not Eclipse. There could be a day, where he chooses a different name. She will have his back, because he's still the person she befriended.

The metaphors, the love. My heart….

But theres also the parallel to Moon. Because Eclipse is everything bad to Moon. The uncaring villain. Yet now they are changing roles. Eclipse is starting to care, and he is helping, in his own cryptic way. Meanwhile, Moon is slowly loosing it, becoming even more hostile and aggressive compared to old Moon.

Moon's descent is so tragic.

Moon is the big brother, the family's protector.

His love for his family is part of his system's very core.

When he beat Eclipse, he swore to protect them with his life.

His family is his purpose. The machine inside of him, begging for a task, has found purpose in keeping harm away, in keeping them safe and sound.

He is constantly focusing on making sure they're fine, obsessing over it, worrying beyond belief.

And now Solar is dead. His brother, a part of his family, is gone.

Moon failed his purpose. He failed in protecting his loved one. And he's driving himself insane over it, trying desperately to reverse it.

He hallucinates, afraid of loosing the rest of them.

He keeps belittling himself, comparing himself to old Moon.

Because he failed. But he will not fail again. He will bring Solar back, even if it's the last thing he does.

And he keeps his family oblivious. They cannot know, they don't need to. They'd try to stop him, and Moon cant allow it. Plus, ignorance is bliss. He will bring their brother back. In the meantime, he just needs to keep his siblings safe and sound, out of harm's way.

But he's also hurting them. Sun is worried. He knows his twin better than anyone, and knows something is wrong.

And Earth, oh Earth… She's now doubting not just herself, but others as well.

Moon is affecting his loved ones without realizing it.

And of course, there's Bloodmoon. Bloodmoon, who apologized to his brother, for not saving him. Bloodmoon, who ripped a bomb from his head, not caring about the pain.

Bloodmoon, who now has to refer to himself as "I" instead of "we".

He is so lost without his brother. He depended on him, always being guided. And now he's alone, and lost.

All he can think about now is revenge, even going to Ruin for help…

THEY MAKE ME SO I'LL, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM/silly-

-Stardust

I KNOWWWW THE SHOWS HAVE JUST BEEN BACK-TO-BACK PUTTING OUT VIDEOS TO BLAST ME ACROSS THE ROOM ITS SO HSKABDKSND,D

ECLIPSE'S WHOLE DEAL YESYESYES!!!! Oh my stars everything with him has been soso exciting to me I can't EVENNN!!! AND WITH EARTH AUGHHH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED I'M SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THEIR DYNAMICCC 😭 EXACTLY AS YOU PUT IT. The metaphors the love... the themes the messages!!!! EXPLODES.

AND THE PARALLELS WITH MOON OMS THAT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO ME. THEY'RE SWITCHING ROLES..... I'm almost positive you can tie that to like, What Made Them act the way they are too yk. Smth about how loss(of identity, of a family member) makes them bitter and angry and cruel but even just the slightest bit of care and love(from a brother, from an unlikely friend) can switch things up...

OR SOMETHING I'm saying I See Your Vision and I'm so. AUGH. Everything with him lately has been so many layers of devastating :( This family is in got dayum SHAMBLES right now!! 😭

AND BLOODMOON I KNOWWWW I KNOW I HE'S BEEN BREAKING MY HEART LATELY. Watching him correct his "we" to "i" genuinely had me on the FLOOR. AND YEAH NOW HE'S ALSO HELLBENT BY HIS OWN GRIEF AND HE'S BACK WITH RUIN AND I'M AUAAHAGGAFGGGFRRRAAAA EXPLODES FOR 1 MILLION YEARS

[samble-moved]

In Defense of Homura: a Comprehensive Analysis

Warning: The following has mentions of suicide. It is also a long post (~2.5k words), thus the read more, and includes linked sources. It was written under a time crunch (2hrs) at a late hour, and thus may not be fantastic, but should illustrate the point well enough.

Homura is a very controversial character in the Madoka Magica fandom. To some, she is a good person, spawning many "Homura did nothing wrong" jokes. To others, Homura is little more than an abusive, selfish character, who is primarily motivated solely by her own desires and selfish motives, to the continuous detriment of her friends. However, in this essay, I argue that, while Homura is certainly not perfect, she is far from a bad person, and major factors are at play regarding her behavior, both before and during Rebellion.

One of the first reasons someone will give for disliking Homura, even if they have never watched Rebellion, is that she is mean or abusive to those she considers her friends. Homura comes off as cold and aloof, and isn't above insulting others, even Madoka, if upset or frustrated. She is socially awkward and prone to issuing vague, creepy warnings, and generally being pretty intimidating. However, this point is ignoring several factors. For one, Homura was not always this way, and it is not her "default" state. In early timelines, Homura was a very shy girl, with low self esteem and a disability, and all but a social outcast. Her mental state was so poor that a witch was able to easily get her into it's barrier, and encourage her suicidal and self hating thoughts. When Madoka, her best friend and savior from the witch, the first girl to ever show her genuine kindness and understand, dies in a fight, Homura makes a wish. She wishes to redo her meeting with Madoka, and to become strong enough to protect her protector. Sadly, Homura continuously fails at this. She's looped almost a hundred times [1] by the time the anime timeline begins, and has, in that time, been forced to do and see horrifying things, becoming traumatized over and over again. Madoka begging her to mercy kill her to avoid the fate of becoming a witch is what pushes Homura over the edge, taking her from being a girl desperate to save all of her friends, to focusing only on Madoka — her savior. This does not mean she desires that their other friends die. She tries to prevent Mami's death by trying to get her to avoid the fight with Charlotte, and shows distress when she realizes Mami has died [2]. She tries to warn them of future events, but isn't believed, and is accused of trying to cause infighting among the group. Over the tinelines, she starts to force her friends away, acting cold towards them, to try and distance herself from feeling sad when they die. She pledges herself wholly to saving Madoka, wanting to fulfill both her wish, and the promise she made to her all those tinelines ago. She gets frustrated when Madoka puts herself in danger and snaps. She calls her friends fools. This does not mean she does not care for them, or wishes them ill. She is trying to protect herself from the pain of seeing them pass, with her helpless to save all of them.

Another common complaint, from those who have watched Rebellion, is that Homura is ignoring Madoka's wishes, and ignoring her sacrifice. However, Homura believes that Madoka dislikes the outcome of her wish — that is, becoming the Law of Cycles and losing her family, friends, and proof of her existence — as it's something Madoka herself says. Homura, at the time, has no idea that the version of Madoka who said this, while the "real" Madoka, does not possess all of her memories. But Homura takes Madoka's words at face value, now believing that she has made a mistake by "letting" Madoka make a wish that leaves her so seemingly lonely and miserable, and believes she should have stopped Madoka, somehow [3]. She blames herself, not Madoka, for Madoka's choice, seeing it as her fault that Madoka is seemingly regrets becoming the Law of Cycles. Because of this belief, Homura decides she must "save" Madoka from this fate. When Madoka, now in LoC form, comes to retrieve Homura's soul gem to keep her from becoming a witch, Homura denies herself heaven. She cannot and will not go with Madoka, not when she believes Madoka's position causes her sadness and regret, and when Kyubey is a risk. She remakes the world using her love for Madoka, and does what she believes Madoka wants. Madoka had asked Homura to keep her from ever becoming a magical girl, and she thinks Madoka had said she all but regrets her wish. Homura remakes the world, leaving Madoka human, safe from the Incubators who may try to hurt or control her, and leaves Madoka and their friends together — with characters like Kyoko and Mami in better circumstances than their real lives.

Homura is selfish. That is true, and undeniable. However, all humans have moments of selfishness, and not all selfishness is inherently bad or wrong, same as not all selflessness is good. A person who puts themself first if they're going through a difficult time may be called selfish, but that does not make their actions bad. On the opposite end, spreading oneself so thin that they cannot care for themself may be called selfless, but that does not make what they are doing good. Homura does remake the world, which could be called selfish. But in doing so, she is selfless. She has the full ability to make the other girls do whatever she wants, but she does not. She erases some memories, yes, but does not exert full control over the others. If Homura wanted, she could use mind control to make them blindly love her. Instead, Homura's "selfish world" involves making Madoka human, something Madoka had previously asked for and something Homura believes she wants, has Bebe living with Mami so she isn't lonely, and has Kyoko and Sayaka live together, which negates Kyoko being homeless and alone. Where is Homura in all of this? Homura sets herself apart from her friends, and is shown to be miserable and still some form of witch, meaning she is still actively despairing. Her familiars run around taunting her and throwing things at her, she avoids the other girls, and shows no sign of genuine happiness. Homura does not think she deserves to be happy, as shown by her witch — a nutcracker made useless by having a broken jaw, endlessly marching towards her own execution, as she is jeered at the whole time [4]. Homura says she would rather die, forever alone and suicidal, in her labyrinth than risk Madoka's safety [5]. The remade world seems to be an extension of this. Madoka is safe and human, and no longer in danger from Incubators either issuing contracts, or trying to control her due to being the Law of Cycles. Homura is in a Hell of her own making, where everyone gets to be happy but her. If Homura just gives up control of the labyrinth/remade world, Madoka will be in danger again from Kyubey. She thinks Madoka will be miserable and lonely as the Law of Cycles, forced to fight forever without rest, a fate that even Mami finds worse than death [6]. Homura cannot allow that, and thus allows herself to be tortured in an ironic Hell, denying herself access to magical girl heaven by not allowing herself to he saved.

Another belief is that Homura's world is inherently unstable. If you watch the anime series, it is proven that Madoka's was also fragile and unstable. Madoka, despite being erased from all worlds and timelines, with no record of her existence [6] is remembered — and not just by Homura. Her brother remembers her (or can see her, somehow), and her mother feels some sort of nostalgia regarding her name [7]. If this was truly a wholly perfect and stable world, nobody should be able to remember Madoka whatsoever, but traces still remain. Homura's remade world, like Madoka's, also is not without flaws. Madoka seems to regain memories of the old world and her role as the LoC at times, but this is not a wholly different phenomenon from Homura being able to remember the way the world worked before Madoka's wish.

Homura is around fourteen [8] and traumatized. That is obvious to most fans, but not something usually factored in much with regards to criticism of her actions. She is a child. As she is so young, the pre-frontal cortex of her brain isn't fully developed. Per paradigmtreatment.com, "the prefrontal cortex performs reasoning, planning, judgment, and impulse control", and "without the fully development prefrontal cortex, a teen might make poor decisions and lack the inability to discern whether a situation is safe...teens tend to experiment with risky behavior and don’t fully recognize the consequences of their choices" [9]. This area of the brain does not fully develop until one is in their 20s, though this number is not exact [10]. Homura is a middle schooler, and has severe trauma to boot, making her even more prone to so-called irrational behavior, and a less developed pre-frontal cortex than most. Per Highland Springs Clinic, "Normally, the amygdala will sense a negative emotion, such as fear, and the prefrontal cortex will rationally react to this emotion. After trauma though, this rationality might be overridden and your prefrontal cortex will have a hard time regulating fear and other emotions...[this] can make a trauma survivor constantly fearful, especially when triggered by events and situations that remind them of their past trauma" [11]. Homura is a child with deep, unaddressed issues, and thus reacts even more poorly than others her age might. Why does Homura contract? Because she saw her best friend die, and wants to protect her. Why does Homura become so cold? Years and years of trauma, from seeing said deaths. Why does Homura do irrational things, for seemingly selfish reasons? Because she is a deeply traumatized child, who has never been able to deal with said trauma. Even a "mentally healthy" magical girl will meet one of two ends — death while young, or a fate-worse-than-death as am Eldritch horror, forever suffering in their own despair, unable to recognize any good times in their life, and cursing others. That alone is enough to cause one to act in extreme, uncharacteristic ways, but it is that, topped with all Homura has seen. She has watched her friends die. She has watched her best friend become a Witch so great she can destroy the planet. That friend later erases any and all evidence of her existence besides one single ribbon, leaving Homura questioning if Madoka was even real or just a dream, as shown in Wraith Arc. Then, when Homura finds out that Madoka is, in fact, real, Madoka tells her she is lonely as the LoC, a result of her wish, and Homura finds out Kyubey intends to try and control Madoka. None of this is something that promotes rationality, especially when the person reacting is a child. Trauma affects the way the brain grows and develops, and, per Arch Academy, "children who have experienced trauma have difficulty regulating cortisol levels, resulting in difficulty distinguishing between real and perceived danger" [13]. Homura is not just a child, or just traumatized, she's a traumatized child — one who has never received help or support, and is unable to get it.

Madoka does not hate Homura. She is ultimately forgiving and merciful to all magical girls, regardless of their actions. Goddess Madoka, in Magia Record, is even shown forgiving and accepting characters who are shown to be cruel murderers (even characters that have murdered Madoka herself) in her Magia animation [14]. She goes to reach for Homura's hands in Rebellion, despite knowing every single thing Homura did in every previous timeline, yet accepts and forgives her despite it — some actions she did being cold and cruel. Madoka is not malicious, and seems to understand the circumstances the girls were part of. She is never shown to reject any magical girls, regardless of how cruel or "evil" their actions. As Madoka (as the LoC) has a job to erase witches, and observe all timelines, Madoka with all memories intact would likely be horrified — but not because she is angry at Homura, or "hates" her. Despite her claims, Homucifer is still a witch. We see her labyrinth expand to cover the whole universe in Rebellion [15]. She still has familiars around [16] — a trait only found in Witches — and in the Only You Rebellion Guidebook, her earring is said to "whisper information gathered by the Witch's minions" [17] to Homura, confirming Homucifer is indeed some form of witch. Witches spread despair, but are also in despair themselves, and becoming one is considered worse than dying. Homura dooms herself to a miserable life as a Witch, cursing herself, to do what she thinks Madoka herself wants and asked for. If one takes a VA's answers as some level of canon, Aoi Yuki, the VA of Madoka, was asked (in character) to say something to transformed Homura (Homucifer). Her response was, "No matter what form you take, Homura-chan is Homura-chan. Falling in love with someone is wonderful, so don't call yourself the devil. I love you. (I think that's what Madoka says...!!!)" [17]. Madoka is not perfect, and neither is Homura, but Madoka would not see Homura suffer and relish in it, or find it deserved.

What makes a bad person, anyway? Homura seems to embody the "the road to Hell is paved with good intentions" saying, ending up with a "bad" outcome for herself, all because she did what she thought would benefit Madoka and her friends, and follow their wishes and desires. Homura is only "evil" in the same way most teenagers, especially mentally ill ones, may call themselves "evil". She is a traumatized child with no support network, content to have her friends happy while she stays miserable, even if that means her friends, and even Madoka herself, the literal center of Homura's universe, hate her for it in the end. She is not wholly selfish, but a young teenager desperately in need of therapy. She does not deserve damnation for genuinely doing what she thinks is best, and what Madoka would have wanted. Madoka would not hate her or scorn her or refuse to even attempt to understand her actions. To imply Homura deserves to be miserable for trying to do what is right, or that Madoka will hate or be angry with Homura, is to ignore the canon idea that Madoka herself brings as the Law of Cycles — no magical girl deserves to fall in despair and become a witch, and no magical girl is beyond redemption and being forgiven. That is what her character and wish are all about. Mercy and forgiveness of any and all magical girls, regardless of their actions. Madoka may not be happy, but I certainly doubt she would hate Homura or refuse to help her for unintentionally going against her desires. This is especially true if she discovers that Homura both improved the lives of their friends, and was acting out of genuine belief that she was doing what Madoka wanted. Homura's actions had not given her pause before, and I doubt they would again. If Homura would actually accept salvation and mercy is another story, but not one to be told today. Perhaps in the future, we can get more information, and then even Homura can be truly happy.

[partywithoutsmiling]

What would happen if Thorn was alive in either of your aus (or in canon) what would he be doing?

Pft honestly, if Thorn is alive, then Mulberry would be alive as well, because there is no way he'd abandon her or wanted to live without her.

When he and Mulberry were caught, Bergens were already slowly combing through the Pop Troll territory, decimating their numbers, most likely setting up what they thought were permanent settlements that would however eventually fail as the local source of Trolls dwindled and the Bergens were forced to go hunting further and further away, until they simply couldn't sustain their need for a happiness boost and they had to pack up their things and move on to the next 'patch'.

The one way I can imagine them surviving, was if they attempted an escape but were only semi succesful; the Bergens would have most likely troll-proofed their settlement to the best of their abilities, and so complete escape wouldn't have been so easy.

So while escaping their confines, they wouldn't have been able to trully get out.

Then, perhaps an accident, that would have greatly hindered one of them; and then, maybe the changing of seasons; no matter how attuned to Nature the Trolls were, they could hardly handle a heavy rain season or winter- especially Thorn, who is from volcanic area, and grew up living mostly underground.

For a pair of two mice sized critters, that makes the world around them especially hard to traverse, and they would have been forced to make frequent stops.

Imagine, if you will, if they tried their best to get back to the Troll Tree to warn the Pop Royalty about what was coming, but just failed- and they arrived just in time for the Tree to get caged, trapping all of their remaining family inside, with Bergen guards constantly patroling around, and the Chef and her assistants snatching up any would be runaway Trolls until they were cowed enough not to try anymore.

They have no idea that at that moment, it is only Rosiepuff, Branch and Clay remaining in the Tree; but any grand plans in trying to get in are put on hold when the old injury rears its ugly head and greatly hinders their ability to function- leaving the other to be the sole protector of them both.

After that, it is only poor compensation, to be able to watch the Tree be still alive and hear the trolls singing, despite Trollstice starting to happen every year. They live in the city; in the walls, in the attic, in the basement. Like Borrowers, they scavenge what they can, take items that won't be missed, while every day watching, hoping, waiting for a chance to get to the tree and saving their sons.

They never manage to cross a path with the 'Borrower Teams' from the Tree; never spot their boy Clay among the scouts, always managing to sneak away at any louder noise.

Then, the Last Trollstice happened- they noticed the Trolls escaping and knew they must be heading towards the northern woods- taking that as their chance, they head there too, over the roofs and over the battlement, taking the Bergen's distraction as a blessing to finally be reunited with their family.

And they are!

Only not with Branch's side of the tribe.

Instead they encounter Viva, Clay, and their band of misfits.

SO! That's my take on what Thorn would have been doing XD He'd have his reunion with Clay, and had to force himself to terms with the fact that all his other sons- even the youngest one- must have been killed. But he was born and raised a leader; while he was never raised in Pop Troll culture, he was raised to be tough and to fight back- and if there is one Troll that can help Viva make their 'Tribe' survive, it was him.

Of course, he wouldn't have been able to stay in the Golf Course forever; growing restless, catching wanderlust, but also starting to disagree on how isolated Viva keeps everyone. Then, suddenly, a sliver of hope comes on the air, as a blurry ruined postcard shows up, with barelly legible invitation to a wedding; their son Spruce is alive!

Thorn is immediatelly keen to go- but Viva puts him in an ultimatum: if he leaves the golf course, he can never come back. Thorn, being a stubborn asshole, of course doesn't care- especially when Mulberry faithfully follows her mate, despite Viva's surprise (as she expected Mulberry to stay behind with her son) Clay, for his part, is conflicted- oh he is unhappy with Viva doing what she is doing, but at the same time, he understands why she is doing that. He doesn't want his parents to leave- but at the same time, he is a grown man now, and Viva needs him.

So, off Thorn and Mulberry goes, on another adventure, trying to find their second oldest Spruce; a search that definitelly takes them more than just few days to complete. It most likely takes them all over the possible current world map, searching for clues- but honestly, they can only do so much on vague invitation and ruined postcard.

Their age eventually catches up to them, and, without no-where to go, they settle down among the minor genres, saddened, but not really able to do anything but try to live out their lives in peace.

(You have to understand, by the time Branch was born, both Mulberry and Thorn were in their late thirties, and they are definitelly over sixty years old now, when the plot of the first movie happens)

[catyo90]

Why I still recommend Final Fantasy 13

As we all know FF13 was the black sheep of the Final Fantasy games. It had a different fighting system and was strangely more linear than its previously better-known games. However, this was more of the gamer's issue as when FFX and FFX-2 came out a lot of people said there were too many missable items and didn't like having to search everywhere for items or hidden scenes.

Years later Square Enix responded made FF13, and what were the gamer's responses. "We don't like it"

Now with FF games like 15 and 16 which are open-world people praise both for their own styles and stories. I'll be honest 15 was okay, the fact though that DLC kept coming out for the game and the story was lacking a bit for some of the characters, made me kinda miss the simpler ones. Now as for 16, I have not played it yet but I will differ from those who have that opinion.

As for FF14 which is an mmo its far different from the others but you get the opportunity to play with friends and actually go at your own pace.

But with all the games that have come out of the Final Fantasy franchise, I can say that everyone in the FF13 trilogy I remember and they have good characters. which I wanna talk a little bit about. (FYI this is where the spoilers now will appear. you've been warned. Also Very long Post just fyi)

Let's start off with of course the Queen

Lightning aka Claire Farron. A Cocoon soldier who stays distant and strong for her sister after losing their parents, after years of becoming strong to protect her only family. She faces losing her sister Serah to become an eternal crystal or the insidious cieth. After everything she faces, they save Cocoon. She only had a moment with everyone and realized that she and Serah could have a chance at actual peace. She gets taken away from the dream to save a goddess and forced into the duty of a protector. And even after that, she stays strong, guiding Serah along the way to help her fight Caius even though everyone thinks she is dead.

But then Etro dies and she fails in her mission, overtaken with grief by not only the goddess dying and failing...her sister. The only person in her life that kept her from losing all of her hope. Dies. Everything she did in the first game...gone. And then after sleeping for 500 years she's given the chance by God to save Serah and the World. A sort of redemption if you think about it.

Snow falls kinda under the same category but from a small different point of view. Snow was deeply in love with Serah and in the first game was trying to save her and Cocoon as well. Even though Etro caused Lightning to disappear he still tries to hold the fort and he got to have his peace with her afterward. But sadly he only gets to have that life for a year before FF13-2 starts, the love of his life goes on a mission he cant join. All the while he does his damn hardest to help Fnag and Vanille's pillar holding up Cocoon. And in doing so, willingly takes on the I'cie curse even after getting his brand removed in the first game. Once again everything in the first game almost not worth it (This is a reoccuring theme.), if not for Serah coming back. But then she dies and he can't fix, and he couldn't be there for her. His promise to be her hero is shattered. For 500 years he cares for the people and everyday misses Serah, blaming himself everyday for what happened and not keeping her safe. HE is basically the prime example of a suffering hero.

Hope is kinda the odd one out, he is only a child, in the wrong place wrong time situation with his mother and him being brought into the Bodium purge. He loses his mother and goes on a verge to get revenge on Snow who he held responsible. But in a short amount of time when he stays with Lightning he learns from her that his innocent world is over, he is a fugitive, a I'cie and alone. But after she tells him about her past and facing the worst that life can offer, you grow from it. He even goes from taking up the rear to guarding her in the front, his fear fades throughout the entire game and he learns to grow up to be a fine young man in FF13-2. He even makes a new world for humanity in case Cocoon were to fall. He was their Hope, their hope for a world rid of monsters.

But in LR, we see that he has disappeared possibly having been kidnapped, remolded / torture back into young hope and made to spy on Lightning to fulfill her Savior duties. And can't speak his true thoughts, he is a fake. Even Lightning realizes though that the next world needs him, he even sees his parents who were long since dead he realizes that he gets the chance to have a proper life, Hope is the Symbol for all to have Hope and to Believe.

Sazh suffers from the possibility of outliving his son. He is a widow and the only family left for him is his son who is quite young, and unfortunately at a young age his son is branded by the I'cie. Dajh basically only has a short time to be a child, until he either turns to crystal or a monster. Sazh loses him after being taken and fights to save him, but all the while he slowly loses his faith. He lost his wife and now his son, every moment he questions what they are doing. Only the prospect of saving Dajh keeps him going as well as his Chocobo chick. After saving Dajh though they get to live a normal life until the end of FF-13-2

For almost 500 years Dajh is in a coma like state and Sazh once again loses his faith thinking the only way Dajh can be saved is by doing it himself. When Lightning comes around though and helps reawaken Dajh, well so does Sazh. He regains his faith and even comes to the final moment of the game with everyone ready to welcome the new world with his son. He's the family man, kinda similar to Barret from FF7. But he is also the representation of a man going down the harder path to help those he loves.

Fang and Vanille fall under the same issue, Born to Gran Pulse and lived and had to sleep in immortal crystal to awake and find their home in ruins. The life they lived all gone and the only thing left of who they were is each other. Fang even takes on the torture to awaken Ragnarök. Doomed to bring about the end of Cocoon. But then their fate is changed and they were able to save instead of destroy.

In FF13-2 they are able to help Serah in her mission but they knew what she might have to face and with LR, they were torn about by both a sense of duty and a want to protect the other. Lightning finds out that they each wanted to help the other, however Vanille want for redemption at the cost of her own life to save the lost dead souls, thats what splits Fang away because she refuses to lose Vanille.

They can represent both family and lovers. One will not go on without the other, no matter what.

And now for the princess, (not literally) but still i love Serah. Anyhow, Serah is the embodiment of Love, Faith and Hope. She goes through everything, turned into an enemy of Cocoon, turned into crystal, given the gift and/or curse of Etro, lost her fiancé to time travel for a bit, dies, has her soul taken out of Lightning where she was safe and then used as a bargaining chip by God to make Lightning keep to her role. But through everything, she still believed her sister and fiancé would save her, that she would be able to live her own life and teach children.

This girl fought and stepped up to every challenge but unlike lightning she shows her emotions, all the pain of failure and loss is understanding and that makes her into a connection for the player.

Okay so for times sake Im putting these three in one group since their stories are enveloped all together.

They are the last humans of a future timeline where the events of ff13 did not go well, Noel is basically the last human that ever existed and under Caius teaching and wing both of them protect Yeul who is a priestess of Etro forced to live again and again only to die after seeing the last of her visions into the future. Caius who knows some of the past Yeuls loved him, the last one loves Noel and he tries everything to save her. So whats his plan. Oh yeah, kill the goddess Etro to stop all natural death and the visions. Hence stopping Yeul from dying.

Noel guided by Lightning has to aid Serah to stop Caius and save the Future. After everything though, he fails by killing Caius not realizing that with his death he actually killed Etro (long story) watches Yeul die and Serah die. and after all of that is forced to watch the world and timeline for 500 years fall and crumble into a shell of the former grandeur that it was.

Yeul after dying, helps Lighting but in her now spirit like self she reveals a terrible truth that while Caius is alive no good will come. But while the Yeul we know wants Caius dead. (along with hundreds of other past selves.) Some of them also want Caius to live causing him to never truly die. To quote Caius "Even if one Yeul desires my salvation, another demands my rebirth."

Yeul is the symbol of mourning and regret but also wisdom in knowing that not all things will be bad, and that good things do eventually happen.

Caius is the symbol of inability to accept what happens and the cruelty of death. His immortality while at first would seem like a gift is a curse, he watching all those he love die and when the chance to die comes, it fails. He is stuck in an infinite life that is now out of his control.

Noel is the symbol of failure but also standing back up taking the next steps forward. After everything, with just the promise of seeing the person he loves again, even if only one more time. Gives him the strength to move on.

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So if any of you can identify with even one of these characters I highly recommend you play the game. Trust me, me writing all of this down doesn't do the games justice. Its a lovely styled game that after some time you will get used to and its really not that hard of gameplay, watch a few videos and you will get the hang of it.

So anyways im not sure if i convinced any of you but enjoy your days and i send you off with a smiling lighting because its so rare and you all deserve one.

[shallowseeker]

There is...one more Cas-adjacent car to discuss, but I don't quite have it all straight in my head.

LOOK! It's not the same tan sedan, but it IS interesting. (4x03 & 13x01) Isn't it? Let's ramble:

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Look at this cute little tan sedan that Dean drives in 4x03 In the Beginning!

This is one of his very first interactions with Cas, and our first on-screen date car drive.

They've interacted very little at this point! Previous appearances with Cas n' Dean were 1) their first meeting in the barn and 2) the very tense middle-of-the-night meeting in the dream kitchen.

Anyway, this is the vehicle Dean drives throughout the episode. It's our first car ride with Earth and Heaven teaming up.

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Dean is ghostly as he bears witness to the tragedy of Samuel Campbell's death (stabbed in the gut, just as Mary was before she burned), Deanna Campbell's death (broken neck), and John Winchester's death (broken neck).

Azazel is killing all of Mary's support system to better weaken her resolve and entrap her in a deal.

Young—afraid—alone—distressed. Mary would have taken any deal, surely.

(Mary's Fate is not unique, exactly, but it's definitely got its own signature. It's an off-rhyme parallel in Supernatural. She did not, in fact, barter her soul, or go to Hell, as John and Dean will eventually do. No, she unknowingly Rumpelstiltskin'd her second child.)

Mary looks sadly over her shoulder at Dean, who was unable to help her. Then, John breathes in air with a shuddering gasp—returns to life.

Dean gasps, too, and Cas returns to his side. They disappear together, leaving only mysterious tan sedan in their wake.

Mary turns to look one last time, and we now have the setup of the scene: John—Mary—tan Cas Car (lights on)—black Dean Car.

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Mary’s voice was so small when she asked if Azazel would revive her parents, “M-my parents, too?”

(Of course Azazel said no. Mary has to take what she will get, and she may have made a terrible mistake, but she knew enough not to barter her soul.)

So, Mary gazes at her father—the protector—lost as he failed to protect her, just as she will fail to protect Sam. (Oh, and her mother? She's dead, too. Mary's world has shrunk. And the world is so, so much scarier after your father dies. He’s supposed to be invincible.)

This failing of his child will haunt Samuel Campbell beyond the grave and entangle him in a demonic deal of his own. (Just as Cas, too, will be drawn into an Empty deal for Jack, post-resurrection.)

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"I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save. Your Granpappy."

Deanna, very nearly victorious in her bid to go for the gun on the ground, gives herself away with a grief-stricken scream:

We've seen this ghost before. The demon comes through the door. It kills the protector. Then it seeks to kill the second line of defense, before moving onto the rest of the vulnerable family members.

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Now, we come to 12x23 All Along the Watchtower and 13x01 Lost and Found. And well, it hurts.

Nothing is one-to-one in Supernatural. All parallels are based in the specter of missing bonds and of lost love—whether that's a child, a comrade, a sibling, a parent, or a lover. It's a symphony of harmonizing pain. :(

So, in 12x23/13x01, Cas dies. Dean and Sam are stunned speechless.

In 12x23, it's Mary who leaps into action, and Dean can only stand, a paralyzed witness to Jack's twin fate of The Lost Parents. (Jack's mom, Kelly? She dies. Dean can't save her. Jack's chosen father, Castiel? He dies, too. Dean can't save him either.)

(Both Deanna and Kelly die with their eyes open.)

But Mary is triumphant. She is a Doomed Child fighting back. She protects Jack from Lucifer, even though she could not protect Sam from Azazel. (Echoing this, Crowley serves as an inverse: he spurned his mother's protection from Lucifer and bit off more than he could chew to further the security of his career/position. His death, surprisingly, tears Rowena in two and unfreezes her heart.)

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But thanks to Mary's heroic efforts here, her own kids are spared this time, and Jack, too. (From here, Mary will go into another world where she never made her deal, and she will make peace with her past.)

Of course, Dean bears witness to his own off-rhyme parallel fate to Mary, The Death of the Lover, at the hands of a Luciferian figure. Cas falls at his feet, and Dean falls to his knees.

Dean is also like John. He can only watch as his loved one's sacrificial debt comes due, with no hope in sight, like how Mary's sacrifice came due--those cosmic consequences.

(And later, Jack, in a painful echo of Azazel, will resurrect The Lover but become destined to kill Mary.)

Later, still in North Cove, Dean pleads with God on the landscape of his broken dreams—Washaway beach, (a cruel nod to the beach trip he will never take), a valley without people or friends in it, and a car.

Like Mary, he looks over his shoulder to find a mysterious tan sedan (but its lights are off & it's enshrouded in darkness).

And there's nothing for Dean here. No miraculous resurrection. No deals that can be made. Not for Dean. Dean's happiness, and the happiness of his loved ones isn’t important enough. The universe turns a blind eye. The father doesn't care if he lives or dies, and his happiness certainly never mattered to Him.

It isn't fair.

His voice shakes, and his lip trembles. "Please. Please, help us."

But God's not listening. "He doesn't give a damn."

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And we're left with a similar setup to Mary's tragedy, another off-rhyme: we return to the lakehouse and we have...a black Dean car. A tan Cas truck, at cross positions to one another, as they were in 4x03.

But like John, Dean is now left with just Sam n' Jack, and he's ill-equipped for parentally supporting either of them.

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But Dean just keeps looking and looking and looking. Hoping.

He looks like he's about to faint, actually.

(A kitchen. A dining table. An empty chair at its head.)

But this is how it goes with Cas. Dean tries to stop him from walking away, and in reality, he's powerless to stop him from going anywhere.

Having faith when miracles happen and when they don't? What good is it? It just hurts more.

[love4heejayke]

SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and posibily, her past life's lover.

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2 - the new student who wants to learn (2)

Located in the Silver Palace's center is the Crystal Tower, accessible only to the royal family and allies. Erected during the reign of Queen Artemis in the 14th year post-Fall of the Moon reign. This tower was built by its allied architects with elements inspired by the Gothic and Greco-Roman architecture of humans, with its sky blue vaulted ceiling, silver arches on the ceiling, with a silver crescent moon on top, as well as white marble Ionic pillars on the sides. lower corners, with symmetrical curved ornaments on the capital, to symbolize the divine perfection which the royal matriarchy rules over its subjects. To protect the Silver Millennium from Solari invasions and attacks by beings carrying dark magic and their subjects worship the Silver Sister - celestial entity that sustains the official religion of the kingdom and veiled protector of the night, Lunari matriarchs erected 3 blocks of the Legendary Silver Crystal in the center, thus forming the Chamber of Prayers, the sacred place for the royalty and followers of the Lunari religion to perform rituals and prayers of prayers for the protection of the kingdom, and with 3 generations of Silver Millennial royalty now assembled, everyone was ready to to start.

With the white and blue magic dusts, taken from small white bags on their waists, Hecate and Selene drew a circle on the ground and a half moon facing upwards, symbolizing the 2 strongest tribes of the lunar matriarchy and the pillars that support them: The blue half moon at the top designed by Selene, symbolizes os Coronas Plateadas and its Force, which its followers swear to use its abilities in favor of the defense of the individual and the collective, and the white circle in the center that Hecate drew, the Lunarosa and the Spirit, inviting those who chose to shelter in this tribe, directed it their visions beyond the material plane and enjoy only good virtues in life, so that the individual may be worthy of reincarnation. Finally, the mother poured a silvery dust into her daughter's hands to sprinkle over Avys. Dalia bit her bottom lip and hesitated for a while, causing Selene to shoot her a sneer. She had just been reborn in the body of a stranger, who had no bonds to the Lunar Realm, so she feared that if she tried, the ritual would fail, and the thread of life force that still keeps him alive might snap due to guilt. aware of this, Selene used her daughter's internal conflict and mentally warned:

I hope you know what you're doing, my precious jewel, or else you'll have to say farewell to your little friend long before his time.

Although she felt scared by the psychological pressure that her mother put on her, she was sure that behind that divine body and soul, she keeps a human heart, which beats strongly for the appreciation of having him as her friend, and a mind that is proud of the good and bad memories she built with him and how each one of them was crucial for her to reach this moment, so she sighed and threw the silver powder on the top of her head, her mother with her magic summoned light currents of wind to spread it around. it all over your body. With almost everything prepared, the druid puts his friend on his knees in the middle of the circle and with a little of his greenish mana, he makes a cut in the fabric of his feathered blouse on the back, leaving the scars of his wounded wings exposed.  Even unconscious, his hands were still trembling slightly, so he laced his fingers through theirs, not just as part of the rite, but to convey a little calm through his touch, and that was working decently well, as that was enough for Avys stood completely still, but with her shoulders relaxed. Hand in hand and eyes closed, the quartet began the sacred healing rite with the Silver Sister's Healing Chant.

"Viken, Daughter, repeat after us." asked the Corona Plateadas' Mother-Moon

Heil, Silver Sister, Veiled Protector of the Supernatural, Noble Righteous of your life forces.

Heal this heart hurt by darkness and by its light be guided.

Bless it with your glorious radiance and embrace it with your merciful heart.

With the first verses of the prayer, the magic powders that were sprinkled on Avys, began to glow on his skin and slowly evaporate, causing him to float with his legs, arms and knees outstretched and slowly twirl in the air like a ballerina in a music box. The flow of green, light and dark blue and silver manas that came out of the hands of her summoners, completely enveloped her body in a spiral from bottom to top, allowing her to awaken from Hecate's euthanasia. The ornite opened its eyes and mouth wide open, surprising itself with the spectrum of mana involving it from bottom to top and transforming itself into a colorful rosebud shape. A remnant of that specter penetrated his body and destroyed the fragment of darkness trapped in it and accelerated the healing of the wound, at the end of the rite, the bud opened like a rose, along with its restored wings, causing petals of different colors to fall. donate. With a light flap of his wings, he controlled the speed of his fall and landed safely, bending his left knee forward and placing both hands on the ground.

Surprised to see him completely healed, the platinum princess runs to him to hug him, her angelic face flooded with tears of concern. Avys's heart lost its rhythm for a moment, but he wrapped his arms around her back, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of her embrace comfort him, but he disappeared after the princess left his arms and noticed the downcast look. from Hecate to them. They both sighed, but he nodded, allowing the newly reincarnated Moon's daughter to comfort her witch aunt.

"Aunt Hécate, are you alright?"

"So-so. Watching you alive, doing our rituals, reminded me of our old times."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we had a third moon in our cort, our little sister." the priestess smiled in a corner

"Priestess, do you know where she is now?"

"I have no idea." Hecate sighed deeply "All I know is that she lost her way home and never returned. Every night I pray that our beloved Silver Sister would guide her back to us, that we will be a family together again.  Our grandmother Diana, Selene, you and her."

Like the Spirited Moon, Lunarosians always seek Hecate's blessing in their routine, so she feels obligated not to show herself vulnerable in front of her subjects, but not with Nyx. Even with the rules of etiquette and the rigorous training enforced by the Mockery of the Moon, Nyx was the only faerie with whom Hecate brought her comfort. From her youthful attitude, the games the three sisters played together in the kingdom, to the tricks she invited her to play on the guards with her illusory magic, the two entertained each other and never tired of their company. But when the Psychic Moon sneaked out of the palace on a New Moon night, she was almost lost to find her, but the moment she embraced her, Hecate felt that her dear sister had not returned as the youngest she used to love.  She returned cold, reserved and violent, abusing the subjects of the kingdom and despising the legacy of the old Moon Mothers, so in order not to scare away the new subjects and ensure their safety, Selene and she agreed to never speak about her renegade sister again and erase all records of her and her deeds from the Royal Archives, a decision Spirit Moon regrets to this day.

Impatient with her daughter's delay, the Righteous Moon interrupted their conversation with a clearing of her throat.

"May I interrupt, sister? My daughter and I have a lot to talk about." 

"Yes, Selene" the half sister sighed.

"So that was it?" Avys questioned

"Yes, but Selene and I have a really bad fight. Somehow she doesn't wants me to talk about…" Y/N gulped "her."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know Avys!' she sighed. "If she was such an important Lunari at court, and most importantly, related to my past life, I have the right to know about her. That's the only way I can prevent anything from my world from tormenting them in yours."

The young fairy got up and started to walk in search of more shelves in that cubicle, but was stopped by the ornite, who caught her by the wrist.

"Y/N wait!" Avys fixed her with a passionate gaze. "You belong to that world too! I can't live in it without you!"

"Then learn to live in it from now on, because I don't belong there anymore."

A/N: theory hours are now open, kids, feel free to comment them!

[stars-n-spice]

Oh boy...

thinking about the Bad Batch again,, thinking about Tech's supposed death again,, and Omega being taken away from them,,

thinking about how Wrecker probably blames himself for not being able to save Tech at the moment, how terrified he might've been because they were so high up and so much was happening, how much he probably beats himself up over it, thinking if he was somehow faster or stronger he might've been able to save his brother, thinking about how he feels over not being able to do anything, but he's supposed to be the strong one, the protector, he's supposed to be so strong, but he lost another brother, the one he was probably closest to, and now his sister, his beloved sister, and how he probably thinks it's all his fault

thinking about Echo and how even if he and Tech had their differences, it was clear that they had a strong bond together and one might even say something of what he and Fives used to have, how Echo has to go through the ordeal of losing another close brother and now also a sister, a sister who loved and cared so much, who didn't deserve everything that happened to her, who Echo loved and protected from the start, a sister he knows Fives would've loved, someone Echo wanted to be there for like he couldn't be there for Fives when he needed it and now? And now? Well, she's gone too.

thinking about Hunter, the oldest, the leader, the one in charge. The one who thinks these things are what happens to other people, not his team. Not his family. Not with their success rates, not when they were so close to getting that peace that they had fought so hard for. He failed to save Crosshair, failed to protect him like he should've done as a leader, but more so as a brother. Failed to save Tech, failed to save Omega. What kind of a leader was he? What kind of a brother was he? What use were his gifts if they couldn't be used to protect and save the ones he loved? What kind of fearless leader leads his people right to their doom?