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sunonyoreface · 2 months ago

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He Knows - Simon "Ghost Riley Pt. 22

Word count: 3611

Warnings: minors dni, angst, military setting, explicit language, depictions of violence.

I’m not supposed to be here. Quiet beeping fills the room. Soft sunlight drifts in through the windows and skylight. The atmosphere of the infirmary is surprisingly uplifting, almost like an escape from the rest of the compound. If Ghost or Price found out, they’d probably send me back to my quarters, lock the door, and throw away the key. But there are a few people who’ve taken sympathy on me recently. Konig being one of them.

He was only supposed to fill in for Soap by taking me to breakfast. Yet, he was suspiciously early. The cafeteria had barely opened and almost no one was around. I was cautiously silent the whole time, but after we finished filling our trays and before we sat down to eat, the towering man leaned down and asked if I wanted to eat with Soap instead.

A spark of hope flickered behind my eyes. I knew he could see it. Konig didn’t say anything else, but gestured with his head toward the door.

Now we sit in the infirmary together beside Soap’s bed. It’s a long, large room and the beds are only separated by curtains to provide a miniscule amount of privacy. But it's still more welcoming than all the other spaces on the compound.

Soap is in rough shape, but at least he’s alive. Bandages wrap around his chest and his arm is back in the sling. One of Soap’s eyes is completely bloodshot from an impact to the head. The eerie red is a harsh contrast against the stormy blue of his irises. He had internal bleeding at some point, but during the surgery, they were able to stop it. His skin is painfully painted in large black and purple bruises from head to toe.

However, the explosion didn’t touch his smile, which tugs at the corner of his mouth as I tell him how Konig snuck me in here. The skin around his eyes crinkles, but he winces as he laughs. The pain he’s in is still fresh. Soap will be in here for days. He’ll be off the field for even longer.

“I’m glad you’re still here lass,” the smile is evident in his voice, yet his words allude to something more. How much did he know about the plan? What was supposed to happen to me? I can’t ask him that. Not with Konig here and not with only curtains for privacy.

I need to know what 141’s real plans were. Who shot first? Who’s to blame for the people who died that day? What the hell really happened?

All I can do now is revel in the small moments of our friendship. Because even if he did know, I can’t hold it against him. I don’t think I could ever be angry at Soap.

“You should’ve seen their faces when they realized we destroyed their main base,” pride laces Soap’s voice as he speaks to Konig. “They didn’t know what hit them.”

“You blew it up?” I ask.

Soap’s eyes light up as they connect with mine. I can almost see the flames in their reflection. “to smithereens,” I can picture it in my head, feel the explosion ripple through the air with such an immense power it flattens the trees. There’d be nothing left of their base after Soap’s team was done with it. They definitely sent a message.

Konig begins asking him another question when I see a shadow move behind the cream curtains. Ghost steps into the room and the atmosphere immediately shifts. I haven’t seen him since the exchange. Now I can’t take my eyes off him. Every feeling I have for him is so incredibly conflicting.

“Who authorized this?” Ghost demands, already knowing the answer.

“I – uh,” Konig stumbles over his words. Guilt twists inside my chest. I don’t want him to get in trouble for being nice to me. “No one, sir,”

Sometimes I forget the power he has within the task force. Nothing happens without Ghost knowing and approving of it. Especially when it comes to me. My fear for Konig grows.

“It’s my fault,” I lie. Ghost’s eyes flicker to me. “I said you’d let me see Soap,” the urgency in my voice mixes with a false sense of confidence well enough that the average person might just believe what I’m saying. Ghost, however, is far from the average person.

The air is tense. He turns his attention back to Konig. “That true?”

“Negative, sir,” my fists clench in my lap when he responds. Damn him for being honest.

“Head back to your station, we’ll discuss this later,” his voice is cold. I wish I could see more of his face to gauge how angry he is.

“Come on Ghost, it isn’t that serious,” Soap interjects as Konig gets up to leave. I feel ashamed, like we were caught with our hands in the cookie jar at our grandparent’s place. Unease also weaves its way into my mind. I’m not sure where I stand with Ghost. He could’ve changed his entire attitude towards me altogether.

“Don’t start, Soap,” says Ghost. His narrowed eyes are back on me. “You. Follow me. No questions.”

My mouth is dry as I force myself to swallow. Ghost has already left the room when Soap grabs my hand and gives it a quick, reassuring squeeze. He smiles half-heartedly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Thanks for visiting,” he whispers.

I smile in response, but can’t find the words to tell him how much his friendship means to me.

My heart thrums in my chest as I catch up to Ghost. He leads me down a dark hallway I haven’t taken before. Something tells me we aren’t going back to his or my quarters. Maybe he doesn’t trust them anymore. Someone could be recording us.

Ghost walks faster than normal, as though his irritation fuels him. His broad frame stands out against the mute background. I feel small trailing behind him. I wonder how long it’d take him to notice if I stopped walking.

The corridor is smaller than the main hallways that take you to the cafeteria and sleeping quarters. The ceiling is shorter too, and the overhead lights are spaced out to the extent that the hall almost fades to complete darkness between them. There aren’t any rooms or offices and it doesn’t seem to intersect with any other passages. It truly feels like we’re walking in a liminal space with no beginning or end. Anxiety builds at the bottom of my lungs, slowly but surely pushing out the available air.

The anticipation of what’s about to happen tears me apart inside. What will he say? What will he do? After finding out 141 had my mom all along and was waiting to use her as a backup strategy, I feel even more betrayed than before. Ghost said he couldn’t tell me things, but how can he justify keeping information about my life hidden from me? He wasn’t protecting me, he was making sure I wouldn’t turn on them.

Now what? Maybe Bennet was right, that 141 doesn’t need an excuse to keep me around now that they have my father. Will Ghost take me out back and put a bullet in my head? Will they do the same to my parents? There’s no way they can possibly return me to my old life. Such a thing doesn’t exist anymore.

A glowing red exit sign hangs in the air above a door that is almost impossible to spot. The light menacingly reflects off the skull mask as he waits for me to come closer. Ghost shoves the door open and waits for me to enter the staircase first.

Everything is metal and cement and only lit up by emergency lights that are once again spaced too far apart. I feel his demanding presence behind me as the door latches and locks behind us. The sound echos off the walls. Not another soul is here. Nor do they know of our presence. We are truly, completely, alone.

“Simon,” I hesitate. He said no questions, but after everything, how does he expect me to blindly follow him? “What are we doing here?”

“I lied to you,” just like that, his words trigger something in me. Like a fuse that was just waiting for someone to stumble across the wire. Ghost’s foot just snagged that very wire. My demeanour completely changes.

“That’s a fucking understatement,” I whip around to face him. Ghost stands on the cement landing space with his back to the dark grey door. Staircases with metal railings connect to each end of the platform leading to the upper and lower floors. Every sound lightly echoes off the brick, windowless walls that look like someone forgot to paint them. His arms fold across his chest at my harsh accusation. He stiffens. The Lieutenant isn’t used to being addressed in this way. My tone is blatantly disrespectful. But I don’t care. “You’ve done so much more than just lie to me.”

“Y/n-” I cut him off.

“No. I’m talking,” I interrupt. “I won’t even bring up how you fucking drugged and kidnapped me to get me here. You have done so much shit to me, Simon, so much. I don’t even know where the hell to start, but since you mentioned it, the lying. The fucking lying. Every single time I think we’re finally on the same page, you turn around and fucking lie and hide information about me from me. You don’t get to do that! Not when it’s my life being affected. You don’t get to pretend to be God, Simon,” I step towards him with an accusatory finger pointed at his chest. “And it’s not like you’re lying just about anything. It’s about my mom, Simon, my fucking mom! Do you have any idea what that’s done to me? How scared I am for her? You and Price and whoever else have no right to do that to her. None. And don’t you dare tell me that she was safe that entire time and you wouldn’t have hurt her. I don’t believe for a second that Price wouldn’t have killed her.”

“You’re right,” Ghost states. I feel myself resisting his attempt. His arms fall from his chest and he dares to take a small step closer.

“I can’t trust you, Simon. Every time I think I can, there’s always more to the story you’re hiding from me. You’re always hiding. Always. Every time we talk. Every time we see each other. It’s always one-sided. I don’t even get to see you, Simon. You’ve touched every inch of me and yet I don’t even know what you look like. How can I ever genuinely trust you?” my feelings are constantly exacerbated after every interaction we have. Especially recently.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just close them,” his voice is low and stern, yet unmistakably tender. I listen to Ghost’s orders and reluctantly close my eyes.

The stair well is utterly silent except for our light breaths. Then, my ears pick up on something else. It’s the quiet rustle of fabric against skin. Then, the sound of uncertain footsteps coming closer. Ghost’s breath is shakey as he slowly exhales.

His large hands encase mine as he brings them up past his chest and gently places them on the sides of his defined jaw. The warmth of Simon’s skin immediately sinks into my hands. My heart skips a beat. He isn’t wearing his mask.

A fearful moment of hesitancy passes between us. Neither quite sure how to proceed. This is uncharted territory. He is taking a giant leap of faith right now. Even after everything, after I said I can’t trust him, he does this. I’m not sure I completely understand his train of thought, but I know this gesture is far from the faint of heart.

“I’ll tell you everything, no hiding, just promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed,” his voice is low and cautious. I trace my thumbs back and forth along his jaw. His skin is smooth under the pads of my fingers and I get a brief hint of his woodsy aftershave.

“You don’t have to do this,” the whisper brushes across my lips, yet I can’t hide the hope behind my words. I need to know. The harrowing lies have eaten away at me for weeks. My stomach twists and growls like a starved, feral animal. I struggle to stifle the growing hunger pains.

“I want to,” yet, I’m not sure he’s fully convinced himself. This is his last chance to catch me as I’m falling through his calloused fingers. Simon knows this.

My hands leave his jaw and lightly trace upwards, just barely brushing over Simon’s face. His skin is surprisingly soft. Heat pools in his cheeks and as I move upward, I notice a rough patch of skin along his one cheekbone. Something akin to a long, jagged scar. Simon’s breathing hitches as I pause. A painful memory passes.

“What was the original plan? What was going to happen to me?” I ask, hands still on his face. Simon shifts closer. I feel the heat radiating from his body. We can’t be more than a few inches apart.

“Do you know about the second attack?” he asks.

“Bits and pieces.”

“While the exchange was happening, the demolitions unit was rigging the Ultranationalist’s nearby base. The explosion was set to go off ten minutes after they had you. It didn’t, something went wrong and the base went down early. That’s how Soap was injured. That’s what tipped the Ultranationalists off and why they started fighting in the bushes,” my hands still as he speaks. “Ideally your father would’ve taken you and left, then their base would detonate on the way back. They’d have nowhere to go and we would take control of their vehicles and capture the targets,” he finishes.

“What about everyone else?” I ask.

“Anyone caught on sight would be killed,” he replies bluntly. The gravity of his words weighs heavily on me. There were a lot of men there. Imagining their bodies lying in the snow sends a shiver down my spine. I feel his eyes on me, reading every microexpression, understanding every judgement. “That’s how it is.”

“It’s cruel.”

“Not in comparison to what they do,” I remember his visible hatred for the Ultranationalists from our night at the cabin. Clips of the videos flash in my mind. The innocent people they killed, all in the name of political power. Everything Ghost feels for them is completely justified. Killing them means saving so many more. It’s for the greater good.

My hands skim across his face. They pass over Simon’s forehead then down past his thick brows. Long eyelashes flutter under my hands. Like his other features, his nose is strong. There’s a bump along the bridge that indicates it’s been broken at least once. No doubt from his service.

“Is my mother an Ultranationalist?” The seed was planted when I learned what my father is. She had to at least know. Although making assumptions like that is dangerous, I had no idea. And look at me now.

“She’s affiliated.”

“Is that your way of being polite?”

“No,” he says. “She knew who your father was when they immigrated to America, but she was never personally involved,” Simon’s cool breath fans against my face as he speaks.

“Until now,” because of them. Because of 141.

“Until now,” he confirms.

I resent how they’ve dragged us into this. I had a life before all of this. I was happy. Now I’ll never be able to go back. I’ll never be with my family again. I’ll never be loved by them again.

“Would Price have killed her?” the words are barely above a whisper. I feel my pulse pick up and realize I’m scared to hear his answer.

“Affirmative,” he confirms and I feel my heart clench under his fist. “But not on American soil. The guns that day were loaded with blanks.”

My hands still on top of his face and I fight the urge to open my eyes. My throat tightens and I know if I speak, my voice will crack. I can almost hear his next words: she knew what she signed up for. That doesn’t change how much his answer hurts.

I inch back and start to pull away when two large hands gently wrap around my wrists.

“Stay,” Simon murmurs. That one word has more influence on me than I care to admit. It’s not a request or an order. It’s almost a plea.

I wordlessly nod and feel as Simon places my hands back on top of his face. He steps forward, closing the remaining space between us with a silent promise. I move my right hand over his full lips and trace the outline of them. My mind flickers to all the places they’ve touched, the marks they’ve decorated my skin with. The smooth feeling of them as they glided between my own. The welcoming taste of them. The feeling of his flesh between my teeth. The lies they’ve told. The promises they hold.

“One more,” I hesitate. My mouth runs dry. This could be the defining moment of my life. Everything – every damn thing - relies on his answer. “Does Price consider me to be affiliated with the Ultranationalists?”

My eyes squint tight with anticipation. Beneath my fingers, Simon wets his lips. I feel his words form against my skin before they reach my ears. “Negative,” the word is a sigh of relief between us.

I visibly relax against his strong body. Simon takes this opportunity to grab a strand of my hair and twist it between his fingers. “I was going to kill your father when he held that gun to your head,” there’s nothing bitter about his confession. The low words are a matter of fact in his mind. I’m less surprised by his confession than I thought. My hands travel back down to his jaw and trace along the length of it. I wish he did. I would have.

“Why didn’t you?” I ask.

“It’s not my choice to make,” I think about his words for a moment. Is it that simple in his mind? Their orders are capture or kill. It was his choice to make.

Unless…

Unless that isn’t what he’s referring to. My breathing falters and my mind draws a blank. I don’t know what to say. Surely he isn’t alluding to what I think he is?

I want to open my eyes. To search his face. To try and read his facial expressions.

“Simon I-” I draw a blank. How do you respond to that?

“I don’t expect you to trust me,” but I do. I already do. Even if I shouldn’t. Even if it’ll only get me hurt in the end. “But I will always tell you the truth,” his hand wraps around the outside of my own. He brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the pads of my fingers.

He releases me only to cup the sides of my face. Simon gently pulls me in. My concentration on keeping my eyes closed, slips, as his lips lightly skim across mine.

I don’t hesitate when I press my full body weight against his. He’s warm and sturdy and safe. Nothing else matters as his strong hands wrap around my body and wind through my hair, pulling me even closer. I don’t want to lose him. Yet I know this can’t last. There’s nothing sustainable about Ghost and I.

“Will you do something for me?” I whisper against his lips. He pauses, just for a moment, just long enough to consider all of the different things I might ask.

“What?”

“I want to see him,” I say, resting my head against the nape of his neck. “Alone.”

“There’s nothing he’ll say that will make you feel any better, y/n,” Simon brushes a gentle hand along the top of my hair. “Trust me,” There’s an unsaid “believe me, I know” after his last words. My mind flickers back to the brief mentions of his father. Of how horribly he treated his family. I can’t help but reject that comparison. Our fathers are two completely different monsters.

“I need to try,” I say. I feel him stiffen. He can’t protect me the way he wants to if I’m there alone, but I need this. I won’t have another chance. Soon they’ll ship him off to a remote location that doesn’t officially exist, never to be seen again. My window is closing.

“Okay,” he sighs. It’s barely a confirmation. Yet, his words are enough. I wonder if Ghost will run this by Price? Or will I truly be alone with my father tomorrow?

That night, after Ghost drops me off, I think of all the things I’ve wanted to say to my father in the last few weeks. Of all the things I’ve wanted to do.

I visualize a list of everything on my mind as I lie in bed. I shift and slip my hand under my pillow. My fingertips brush against the sharp tip of the cold, compact switchblade Ghost gave me that night in the cabin. It fits against my palm like it was forged specifically for my hand.

Ghost gave it to me for protection against him. Trained me how to use it with the Ultranationalist rat in mind. Never would I have ever dreamed of doing what my mind conjures up now.

I fall asleep with my hand securely wrapped around the knife.

#simon riley #cod ghost #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #he knows

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wendyyyyyyyy · 15 days ago

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"DLMLU"

This is an imagine based on the song "DLMLU" by Stray Kids.

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader

Warning: Nothing much. Just angst all the way.

Enjoy!

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The sound of rain hitting the windows filled the room, an almost fitting backdrop to the tension thick in the air. You sat on the edge of the couch, your hands curled into fists against your knees as Hyunjin paced in front of you, his jaw tight and his eyes downcast. He was fighting something within himself, the conflict painted clearly across his face. The tension between the two of you had been building for days, and now, it had reached a breaking point.

“I told you not to come here,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t anger—it was resignation, a kind of hopelessness that broke your heart. He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the weight of his own thoughts was too much to bear.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. “Not after everything we’ve been through.”

Hyunjin stopped pacing, his back still to you, his shoulders rising and falling with the weight of his breathing. “You should have,” he said after a moment. “You should have run the moment you realized what this is. This... us... it can’t happen.”

“What this is?” you echoed, standing up now, unable to hold back the frustration bubbling up. “Hyunjin, you can’t keep pushing me away and expect me not to care. I’m right here. I’m already—”

“Don’t say it,” he snapped, spinning around to face you. His eyes were dark, haunted, filled with a mix of longing and pain. “Don’t say it, because if you do…” His voice cracked, the vulnerability he never let show now spilling out like an open wound. “If you do, I won’t be able to let you go.”

Your breath hitched at his words, and for a moment, the only sound was the rain outside. He looked at you like he was torn in two, like every piece of him wanted you, but something inside him wouldn’t let him take the step forward.

“Why?” you asked quietly. “Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep pretending like you don’t feel the same way?”

“Because I can’t love you the way you deserve,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’ll ruin you, Y/N. I’ll hurt you, even if I don’t mean to. I’ll let you down.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to look away from him. “You don’t get to decide that for me. I know who you are, Hyunjin. I know your demons, your fears, all of it. And I’m still here. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“That’s what makes it worse,” he said, stepping closer to you, his hand hovering near your cheek but never quite touching. “You’re too kind. Too good. And I’m... me. Broken and selfish enough to want you anyway.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm, forcing him to give in. “Then stop fighting it. Stop pushing me away. Let me in.”

For a moment, you thought he might. His gaze softened, his hand trembling as it finally cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You leaned into his touch, and he let out a shuddering breath, as if the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders.

But then he pulled back, his hand falling away when he took a step back. “No,” he said, his voice firm even as his eyes betrayed him. “I can’t. Don’t let me love you, Y/N. Don’t make me ruin you. I’ll destroy you and drag you down with me. I can’t let you fall into the mess that’s me.”

“I’m already falling, Hyunjin,” you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t care if it’s messy. I just want to be with you.”

His face softened for a moment, the guard he always wore slipping just enough for you to see the person he truly was underneath. But, it didn't last.

“Run,” he said coldly, his voice breaking as he turned away from you. “Run before I lose what little control I have left.”

You stood frozen, your heart shattering as you watched him retreat into himself, closing every door you had tried so hard to open. The pain in his eyes was mirrored in your own, but you knew this was his way of protecting you, no matter how much it hurt.

The rain outside blurred the city lights as you stood there, the air between you thick with unspoken words, but you knew deep down that you couldn’t walk away. You wouldn’t.

All you heard was his voice, a haunting echo of the words that cut deeper than anything else: “Don’t let me love you.”

But, call it naïve, you knew you could go through everything if it meant him finally letting his walls down and accepting you. You knew it wasn't going to be easy, and yet, you decided to stay.

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axiian19-art · 7 months ago

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The more I think about it the more I realize that if this guys had met under different circumstances, they would have gotten along super well.

PENACONY SPOILERS UP TO 2.2 + CHARACTER LORE / STORIES

All 4 of them have lost their entire family, 3 of them have lost their entire race / homeworld (Boothill, Aventurine, Acheron), 2 of them lost these things because they were victims of the IPC (Boothill and Aventurine), and 2 of them have either lost a sibling or are afraid of losing a sibling (Aventurine and Sunday).

More specifically:

As far as I know, Sunday and Robin's parents were killed somehow, and they were taken in by the Family. Then as Sunday said Robin ended up getting shot in the neck due to trying to help others, and I think he got some kind of trauma from that and his fear of losing Robin, his sister and only remaining family, was amplified, leading to his desire to protect "the weak" no matter the cost—because to him, keeping Robin's wings "clipped" and her alive would be less painful than her being gone, and him being alone forever.

Boothill, as I understand it, was taken in by 2 people who found him as a child, and grew up in the countryside of his planet. He later found and adopted a young girl and raised her as her own, until his entire planet was destroyed by the IPC, causing him to set out to get revenge.

Aventurine also lost his sister and his entire home planet due to the IPC + his planet's own problems, and has been forced to work for the IPC ever since. It also seems like he's trying to destroy it from the inside out or at least obtain his own freedom.

As for Acheron, her entire world, as well as her memories of it, were destroyed—she's almost certainly lost people that were important to her, like the other three.

Like honestly if they all sat down and traded backstories I feel like they'd get along super well, they're all victims of circumstance and that's why they experienced so much conflict during the story

#hsr #honkai star rail #honkai starrail #rambles #aventurine #aventurine hsr #hsr aventurine #boothill #hsr boothill #boothill hsr #sunday #sunday hsr #hsr sunday #robin #robin hsr #hsr robin #acheron #hsr acheron #acheron hsr

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mothgenes · 1 year ago

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My self-directed final for my digital illustration class, an illustration of this poem by Hanan Mikha'il Ashrawi. Free Palestine.

Alt text underneath the cut.

Alt text: First image: This is an illustration contained in a white boarder with an uneven frayed appearance. In a war-torn scene absent of human life, streams of missile smoke rise from behind the central figure against a red sky that grows increasingly yellow towards the center immediately behind the central figure. The central figure is an Israeli Occupation Forces operative with his Israeli flag patch visible and a single blue eye with a white Star of David to reflect the flag inside it, the other eye consumed in shadow. The face is devoid of all visible expression, and a crack is visible coming from the shadowed eye over the clay-like skin of the soldier, meant to reference the concept of the IOF as a golem. The IOF officer raises a smoking automatic rifle and gazes down the composition with a lack of feeling. He stares down a little girl with long hair blowing in the wind who's back is to the viewer, with a bleeding crosshairs over half of her face where her eye would be. She wears a Palestinian flag over her shoulders that is also blowing in the wind, and the red triangle moves beyond its borders through the bloodstains that are on it. In the wreckage visible around the soldier, there is a fallen cross visible, close to the subtle shadow of a human hand, and destroyed buildings, bringing to mind the common lie that it is a religious conflict by reminding the viewer that churches and Palestinian Christians are also being murdered and struck with missiles. In the center of the image there is white handwritten text, of the first verse of the poem "From the Diary of an Almost-Four-Year-Old" by Hanan Mikha'il Ashrawi. It reads, "Tomorrow, the bandages will come off. I wonder will I see half an orange, half an apple, half my mother's face with my one remaining eye?" Page 2 alt text: The background is black with a trail of red smoke crossing the composition from the bottom right up and over to the top left in an uneven organic curve. At the bottom right there is the shattered clay head of a golem in a broken army-green helmet. One eye has been shattered and most of the face has been destroyed. There is a smear of blood over a shatter mark on our left's side of the forehead of the golem, as though made by a stone from a sling intended to subtly reference David and Goliath, with the IOF as Goliath. The smear of blood covers the first of three characters that make up the text usually down on the foreheads of golems. In folktales, the way to deactivate a golem is to wipe away the first character of their text, which normally reads "emét", which is truth in Hebrew. Removing the first character makes it say "mét", which means death. This calls for the retirement of the IOF as an entity as it does not help anything- only harms. White text is the main focus of this piece. The white text reads: From the Diary of an Almost-Four-Year-Old" by Hanan Mikha'il Ashrawi Tomorrow, the bandages will come off. I wonder will I see half an orange, half an apple, half my mother's face with my one remaining eye?

I did not see the bullet but felt its pain exploding in my head. His image did not vanish, the soldier with a big gun, unsteady hands, and look in his eyes I could not understand

I can see him so clearly with my eyes closed, it could be that inside our heads we each have one spare set of eyes to make up for the ones we lose

Next month, on my birthday, I'll have a brand new glass eye, maybe things will look round and fat in the middle— I've gazed through all my marbles, they made the world look strange.

I hear a nine-month old has also lost an eye, I wonder if my soldier shot her too—a soldier looking for little girls who look him in the eye— I’m old enough , almost four, I've seen enough of life, but she's just a baby who didn't know any better.

#free gaza #free palestine #gazaunderattack #gaza genocide #gaza ground invasion #palestine #hanan mikha'il ashrawi #palestinian poetry #artists for palestine #iof terrorism #fuck the iof #israel is a terrorist state

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orion-archives · 9 months ago

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DEVOTION POST MORTEM

TRANSFORMERS PRIME ONE-SHOT

Summary: It had happened. What Soundwave feared the most had become a reality. What would he do now that he was alone? Now that the only cybertronian he would die for... was gone?

Pairing: MegaSound (Megatron/Soundwave) [Transformers Prime]

Warnings: Major character death, slight mechanical gore (not graphic), blood.

Word count: +1700

English isn't my first lenguage. Sorry in advance for any gramatical error.

It couldn't be true. This wasn't real.

Soundwave stood in the middle of the battlefield. Energon leaked from his shoulder and injured leg, leaving drops of blue on the ground below the Decepticon.

This battle wasn't supposed to end like this. Clashing metal and gunshots could be heard all around him from the ongoing conflict. Soundwave knew they were losing; beside him a soldier fell dead to the ground with his chest destroyed.

But he didn't react to that or to the screams of his comadres that were succumbing to the Autobots or to the fire that had almost hit him in the head. No, he didn't care about that at all.

Because infront of him, there was the scene he never thought it would ever happen:

Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and last remaining Prime, holding a sword that was impaling Megatron through the abdomen.

Megatron's arms dropped as he coughed energon from his mouth in a dying breath. Optimus pulled out the sword with quick movement, making Megatron hunch back in pain as the sword sliced again his insides. He wandered around for a few seconds before falling on his knees, looking at Prime with shock and anger in his optics.

Soundwave dropped his own weapon, creating an echo when the metal of his sword hit the ground of stone. It was a dangerous move to make in the middle of a battle, but his mind wasn't focussing on logic at the time.

He rushed in a silent worry to his fallen leader, now laying in the ground as a pool of energon formed below his body. Optimus saw Soundwave approaching, but before he could do or say anything, a group of Vehicons attacked him from behind, forcing Optimus to change his focus to the opponents.

Megatron, ignoring the new overwhelming fire near him, breathed heavily as he turned around to look at the coming robot and his beating rushed when he recognized the slender figure of Soundwave, running to his side. The old gladitor of Kaon opened his mouth, trying to form a cohesive sentence to his most loyal soldier, but the only thing that came out of his throat was energon.

Soundwave kneeled beside him. His head moved quickly form side to side, analyzing the injuries to see what he could do to help his fallen leader, to make Megatron survive this battle.

But there was nothing. His visor flooded with negative answers as he saw Megatron bleeding to dead infront of him; Optimus' sword had destroyed more than met the eye.

He looked at his leader; his visor was black and emotionless as always, but Megatron could read Soundwave's feelings perfectly at that moment.

He always did.

Megatron just looked back at Soundwave and, with his fading force, he managed to grab one of Soundwave's hands that was laying on his silver chestplate.

There were no words between. But a silent plead existed in Megatron's eyes that Soundwave understood perfectly.

Don't leave me.

Soundwave grasped Megatron's hand tightly. He could only watch as the gladiator's spark vanished second by second and the red optics closed slowly. Soundwave never moved until Megatron's chest went cold and with it, his existence in the universe.

Megatron had died.

With a quick change of his arm to the shotgun, Optimus finished the last of the Vehicons that ambushed him with a single but precise shot to the chest; a quick death. He breathed heavily under the mask, tired of the exhausting combat, but turned around, remembering Soundwave running towards his position just seconds before being attacked.

The communications officer was kneeling besides Megatron's body, with his visor laying on the gladiators chest while one of his hands grabbed Megatron's unmoving claws. Soundwave wasn't crying, he wasn't screaming, but his silence carried more pain than a thoundsand words could ever do.

Optimus aproached slowly, transforming his hand back into normal.

"Soundwave" he called. The Decepticon didn't looked back, he didn't even flinch at the voice of Optimus Prime like other Decepticons would have.

But he was listening, and mind started racing, bringing back old memories:

He was working overnight, focussed completly in his job. All the other Decepticons knew that it was better to let him do his job alone; Soundwave always appeared so cryptid to others, that even without saying a word, he made other shiver and fear him.

Except one.

Heavy footsteps approached behind him. But Soundwave didn't turn around; he knew just by the noise who the footsteps belonged to.

"Working late again?" Megatron's deep, dark voice echoed through the empty room. His metalic feet created a powerful and imposing noise even when he wasn't trying to intimidate.

Soundwave nodded, continuing to work on the Iacron codes. The Decepticon leader walked up to his side and stood there; Megatron stared at the screen and then at Soundwave's quick fingers, alternating between them for a couple of minutes before walking again behind Soundwave.

"You are my most loyal and effective warrior, Soundwave" he whispered as he layed his head closer to Soundwave's hearing perceptors. "The last thing I need from you is collapsing out of exhaustion"

Soundwave's hands stopped moving across the keyboard and looked back Megatron. Their size and built was incredibly different, but at the same time, when they were together, it fit like a puzzle.

Megatron stared at Soundwave's visor. He layed his head and both decepticons shared an affectionate headbut. Soundwave felt Megatron's chest purring, deep and slow, like a old but powerful engine from a tank, as the leader moved his head with Soundwave's.

"Don't overwork yourself" Megatron purred before stepping back. "That's an order, Soundwave"

Soundwave saw as he walked away, leaving a warm sensation in his spark behind even after Megatron had left the room.

"I know you were extremely loyal to him, Soundwave"

Optimus voice brought back Soundwave to the present. He still didn't move to look at the Auotobot leader.

"But it's time to change, you know that" spoke Optimus with calmness. His expression changed to something between pity and frustration as he looked at the dead body. "Megatron chose to continue in this dark path that led to his demise... I don't want you to do the same and end like him, Soundwave"

Soundwave's grasp on Megatron's cold hand strengthened. Another memory flooded his mind as the battle around continued:

He was laying beside Megatron. He could feel as Megatron's chest went up and down, slowly, as his leader reacharged.

The Deception army had tons of rumors and myths about Megatron. One of them, is that he didn't need recharging and was fulled only by anger and his constant need of conquer.

But as unstopable and dangerous as Megatron was, he was still just another cybertronian, with the same needs as anyone else. That included recharging from time to time.

Megatron slept in private. He didn't like the idea of being vulnerable in an exposed environment, especially with Starscream nearby. Sometimes, he would just lock himself in his private quarters and recharge for a couple of hours before returning.

But other times, he and Soundwave had a moment of peace where they would lay with each other and recharge as long as they could. Soundwave adored every second that he could spend with Megatron, even if it was just seeing him recharge and feel his spark's beating.

Soundwave snuggled even more close to Megatron, laying his visor on the leader's chest and letting himself enjoy the peace and quiet of the moment.

Back in the present, he was laying his head in the same place, but now the only thing he felt from Megatron was cold and an eternal silence from his spark.

"Soundwave, please..." begged Optimus. "I understand your pain; Megatron was a friend to me once, even a brother... But we must let go now and look into the future of both Decepticons and Autobots"

Soundwave listened to the Prime's words as a brewing anger started to grow beneath his chest:

There he was again, with Megatron. Both were in their alternate forms, flying through the black, empty space around them outside the Nemesis.

They flew with a synchrony that even the most graceful cybertronians back then could have just dreamed of archiving. There was no previous practice or warning needed for them to move in harmony as they danced across the stars.

In one moment, both of them transformed back into their normal forms, with Soundwave floating a little above from Megatron. They looked at each other with something stronger than the Allspark itself.

Megatron extended his arms as Soundwave descended slowly to him. Once he had catched his partner, Megatron laid his head on Soundwave's visor, smiling with his perceptors closed.

"I love you" purred Megatron as he and Soundwave shared the same warm and calmness from their sparks.

They both drifted in space, caring about nothing else but each other's company. That was all what mattered to them at that moment.

"Soundwave?"

Optimus looked at the Decepticon. He hadn't responded or even moved since he had finished talking. The air was charged with smoke and cries of the battle, surrounding both cybertronians. There was now a big puddle of energon below Megatron's dead body.

Then, out of nowhere, Soundwave looked at him. And Optimus, for the first time since he had gotten close to Soundwave, felt daggers of fear as time seemed to froze between them.

Soundwave's silence was charged with something more powerful and dangerous than anger or sadness: Hate.

The Decepticon played a recording of Megatron's voice, a full sentence without other clips that wasn't directed towards Optimus, but made the message clear to Prime.

"You mean more to me than you could ever imagine, Soundwave..."

That was more than enough than any other word that Soundwave himself could have said at that moment. Optimus looked at him, his eyes showing pity.

"Very well, Soundwave" Optimus changed his arm to a sword. His voice carried pain. "I'm sorry"

Soundwave grabbed tightly another weapon that was laying on the ground and both robots charged against each other.

As energon flew around them and the swords clashed in an echo, Soundwave could just think about one thing, having processed everything inside his head:

He would be loyal to Megatron, even if that meant dying with and for him.

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers fanfiction #megasound #megatron #soundwave #optimus prime #tfp megasound #tfp megatron #tfp soundwave #tfp optimus prime #tfp fanfic #maccadam #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #one shot

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currentlyherlunch · 2 months ago

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REDEMPTION

“You think I wanted this? You think I wanted him to die thinking I hated him?"”

• Ellie and Abby finally have the conversation

• cw: Violence, Death, Emotional Trauma, Psychological Abuse, Internal Conflict, Hallucinations, Guilt, Regret.

"I killed him again in my head, every day. Every time I think of him, it's like I'm killing him all over again."

Abby pov & Ellie pov.

The storm outside raged like a warning, with thunder echoing around the abandoned factory. The rain fell heavy and cold, the sound of the drops mixing with Ellie and Abby’s heavy breathing. The two were facing each other, the silence thick with anger and hurt, like at any moment the air between them was going to explode.

Abby watched Ellie, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes hard. Ellie’s presence was like a wound that never healed, always reopening, exposing all the pain of the past. "It's his blood in your veins!" Abby spat, her voice thick with bitterness, each word like an accusation.

Ellie felt the weight of that sentence like a punch. His name was like a blade cutting through her chest, and hearing it from Abby only made the pain worse. But instead of backing down, she took a step forward, her eyes burning with a mix of hate and something deeper that she couldn’t even identify. "Then why the hell are YOU acting like him?" she shot back, her voice sharp and full of resentment.

Ellie’s words hit Abby hard, and for a moment, her expression changed. But Abby forced herself to keep her posture, trying to mask the pain those words brought. Ellie continued, her voice now shaky, but still full of intensity: "If you hate him so much, why are you acting just like him? And no, I don’t have his blood in my veins. But he was ALL I HAD!"

Ellie’s voice broke at the end, echoing through the empty space of the factory. That wasn’t just an accusation; it was a confession of a pain she had never let anyone see. Joel was more than a father to her; he was the bond that kept her connected to the world, the safety net she had brutally lost and could never replace.

"He was all I had," Ellie repeated, almost like a whisper, as if she were talking to herself, realizing the depth of that feeling. The echo of her words filled the emptiness around them, as the world seemed to close in on silence.

Abby closed her eyes for a second, absorbing those words. She’d lost people too, sacrificed everything in the name of a revenge that, instead of setting her free, chained her even more. But somehow, hearing this from Ellie... it touched a part of her she tried to ignore.

"You’re not the only one who lost everything, Ellie," Abby said, her voice heavy with deep exhaustion. "He destroyed my family, my life... and I did the same to you."

They were two broken figures, caught in the same cycle of violence.

The silence stretched between them, like a fragile bridge. Ellie took a deep breath, fighting against the rage and sadness. "Joel did what he did... because he loved me. He sacrificed everything for me, can’t you understand that? That’s something you don’t know, Abby. He gave me a second chance, a purpose. And you took that from me."

Abby stayed silent, her eyes fixed on Ellie. "You think I don’t get losing the people you love? You think you’re the only one who knows what it’s like to live with scars?" Her voice, harsh and low, sounded almost like a confession, a release she’d never allowed herself to make to anyone. "I followed you here because I thought I could end this, but maybe... maybe I was just trying to find someone who understood."

"Understand?" Ellie gave a dry laugh, incredulous. "There’s nothing that connects us, Abby. Nothing!"

Abby’s gaze hardened, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Ellie was right there, like a knife in her soul, exposing wounds Abby thought were closed. Ellie’s words were cruel, but they touched something inside her, a part she preferred to ignore.

Her eyes were red, her fists clenched. "You think your dad would sacrifice you for the damn cure? Would you sacrifice Lev, Abby?"

The mention of Lev made Abby’s chest tighten instantly. Lev, the boy she protected, who had become almost a part of her, a reason to keep living. Ellie had hit her deepest wound, the one thing that truly scared her. She fell silent, but her hands trembled slightly. The thought of losing Lev... Abby couldn’t even imagine it.

Abby stayed silent for a moment, feeling the weight of Ellie’s words. She tried to swallow the anger, but the mention of Lev threw her off balance. The image of the boy flashed in her mind, his shy smile, the way he trusted her with a vulnerability she never wanted to betray.

"No, Ellie," Abby started, her voice trembling with a sincerity she rarely allowed. "I... I would never sacrifice Lev. He’s—"

"Exactly like Joel," Ellie interrupted, cutting her words with unrelenting coldness. Abby felt the blow, like Ellie had ripped the air from her lungs. Those words, raw and direct, struck deep.

"You’re exactly like Joel," Ellie continued, her face twisted with anger and pain. "He loved me more than anything, did what he did thinking he was saving me, protecting me... but he destroyed everything in his path. You’re doing the same for Lev, aren’t you? Justifying everything you did... just because someone depends on you."

Abby stayed still, each word from Ellie shattering her, but she couldn’t react. It was like looking into a distorted mirror, where the choices she thought were justified seemed to turn into something dark, selfish.

"I... I'm not like him," Abby murmured, but the conviction in her voice wavered. "I'm not... I'm not a monster."

"Not? You're not like him?" Ellie spat, taking another step forward, the space between them making the air heavy, suffocating. "Then look around, Abby. Look at us, look at what’s left after your revenge. How many lives did we destroy? How many people did we leave broken?"

Abby’s breath quickened, but she couldn’t find a response. She never wanted to be like Joel, never wanted to be a monster in Ellie’s eyes, or even in her own. But there, under Ellie’s direct accusation, she didn’t know what else to say.

Ellie stepped closer, fury consuming each word that left her mouth. "I’ve killed you a thousand times in my head, Abby. A thousand times! But now, if I do it… ah! Then he’ll be left alone. Alone, just like I am. You get it? HE'LL BE ALONE, ABBY! Just like me, just like YOU made me be! What we did, there’s no coming back from it!"

Abby felt a pressure in her chest. It was like something inside her had broken, something she didn’t even know was still there. Ellie was right. The cycle of violence, the pain, the revenge... it was destroying both of them, with no one coming out unscathed. Lev, the boy she was trying to protect, a reflection of what she lost, could now be thrown into the same storm of hatred. But still, she couldn’t back down.

"I never wanted it to be like this..." Abby tried, her voice trembling, though she was doing her best to hold it together. But Ellie didn’t let her finish.

"You did!" Ellie shouted, her voice cutting through with an intensity that shook Abby to her bones. "You’ve wanted this from the start! You wanted me to pay! And now, do you see what it’s done? Do you see what’s happened to us? You think Lev will be different? You think he’ll be able to escape this?"

Abby blinked, feeling the pressure.

Abby couldn’t hold back anymore. The weight of anger, guilt, and pain pushed her to a breaking point. She was on the verge of breaking, but she needed to say what was choking her inside. She looked directly at Ellie, her breath heavy, eyes brimming with tears not just from anger but from the deep wound she had carried for so long.

"He killed the most important person to me, Ellie," Abby said in a hoarse voice, a mix of pain and outrage. "What did you want me to do? I saw my life being destroyed right in front of my eyes. You think I could just... ignore it? He destroyed everything I loved, everything I had! I just wanted him to feel what I felt. I had nothing left!"

Ellie stared at her, her face marked by the pain of her own losses, but Abby kept going without stopping.

"You think this was easy? You think it was a simple choice?" Abby screamed, frustration spilling out. "I didn’t want to live for revenge. I didn’t want to destroy you. But you have to understand, Ellie... he killed my dad. He killed my family. He stole the future I had planned. You want me to just stand there, waiting for life to continue? He did that, and the only thing I wanted was for him to pay. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT'S LIKE!"

Ellie stayed silent, her eyes fixed on Abby, but her words were still trapped. Abby felt the weight of those sentences leaving her mouth, as if she was finally laying her cards on the table. But nothing could erase what had already happened.

"And Lev?" Abby continued, calmer now, but still filled with deep suffering. "I never wanted him to suffer because of me, Ellie. I never wanted him to go through the same hell I did. But he chose to stay with me, he chose to follow me. And now, all I do is try to protect him, but it’s hard when the world only gives us this: pain. And don’t come at me saying it’s my fault. Because I didn’t ask for this."

Ellie wanted to scream, wanted to pull away from all of this, but Abby's words kept her there, firmly anchored in the storm that had formed between them. Her anger was fading, but in its place came another feeling, harder to process: understanding. Even though she still hated her, even though everything inside her screamed for revenge, Abby's words were sinking in, as if their wounds were somehow intertwined.

"I didn't ask you to do this to me, Abby," Ellie said, her voice lower, almost broken. "I didn't ask you to take Joel away from me. I didn't ask for this pain you caused me. But you can't just... justify what you did. The pain you caused me. The pain you caused yourself. You can't put all of this on him, or anyone else. He did what he did, yes. But you also chose this path. And it brought you here. Now, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna keep walking this path to the end and destroy everything around you?"

"I don't want to forgive you, Abby," Ellie whispered. "But I also can't carry this forever."

Abby nodded, as if she understood. "I don’t expect your forgiveness."

Ellie stood there, frozen, eyes fixed on some distant point, as if the very memory of what happened was about to drag her into an abyss. The silence between them felt like a weight, something pressing harder and harder on Abby's chest, but she knew she needed to hear what Ellie had to say. Whatever it was, she had to listen.

"Do you think this was easy?" Ellie suddenly said, her voice low, but cutting like glass. "Do you think I wanted this to end like this?" She took a deep breath, and the anger spilling from her words now mixed with something darker, something deeper. "Joel died thinking I hated him. He died thinking I was happy with him dead, Abby. And you have no idea what it's like to live with that."

Abby froze, her heart pounding. She didn't know how to respond. She wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Ellie's suffering was far deeper than she could ever imagine.

"I saw him there, Abby. I saw him lying on the ground, bleeding. I saw the life leaving him... and what did I do?" Ellie let out a bitter laugh, almost like a choked sob. "I looked at him, and the only thing I could do was... say nothing. I couldn’t tell him I loved him, Abby. I couldn’t. I just looked at him and let him think I hated him, that he had destroyed everything. And I couldn’t, I couldn’t say that wasn’t true."

She took a step forward, eyes wide, intense with pain. "I killed him again, do you understand that? I killed him again in my head, every day. Every time I think of him, it’s like I’m killing him again. Because he died thinking I really hated him, and that pain... that’s the worst of all, Abby. He... he died with the certainty that I... that I wished he was dead. I couldn’t look at him, I couldn’t say a word, and he left thinking I felt nothing. And that... that’s what consumes me. That’s what breaks me every day."

Ellie's voice wavered, and she seemed to pay attention to her own words, as if she was trying to find some kind of answer within herself, some way to justify what she did. But instead, the anger returned.

"And you know what’s the worst, Abby? I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him to die thinking I hated him, but hate... hate is easier to carry. I was so... I was so full of rage at him, for everything he did, for everything he made me do, that... I couldn’t see anything beyond that. I couldn’t see the man he was. The father he was to me. He died thinking I hated him until the end, and that... that’s what destroys me the most. He left with that lie in his head."

Ellie moved closer, now right in front of Abby, and the intensity of the pain in her eyes made the air feel heavy, unbearable. "I had hallucinations of him, Abby. I saw him all the time after he died. I saw him standing there, in front of me, looking at me with those eyes... telling me I was doing everything wrong, accusing me, telling me I had destroyed everything. I saw him and heard his voice telling me he could never forgive me, that I killed him again, that I killed what was left of us. He was there, condemning me, showing me how alone I was... and I didn’t know... I don’t know if it’s real or if I’m losing my mind. I don’t know if he’s still here, or if it’s just my head torturing me."

Abby felt her body give way with Ellie’s words. Each sentence was like a blow hitting her, each word a piece of Ellie’s pain embedding itself into her too. She didn’t know what to say, how to apologize for something she didn’t even understand. She wanted to scream, but instead, she stayed there, in silence, feeling the weight of what Ellie had shared.

"I... I don’t know what to do with this," Ellie whispered, almost in despair, her eyes lost somewhere beyond Abby, as if she was trying to figure out how to get out of it all. "I don’t know what to do with what I did, with what he thought until the end. I’m the reason he died thinking I hated him, and there’s no going back, Abby. There’s no wiping this away. He... he didn’t deserve this."

Ellie took a step back, as if exhausted from carrying those words, exhausted from holding that pain inside. "And that’s why I can’t... I can’t forgive you, because the pain you caused me is the same pain I caused myself."

Abby looked at Ellie, not knowing what to say. What could she say in the face of so much pain, so much truth? There were no words to return what Ellie had lost. There was nothing she could do to heal the wounds that were now exposed. But she knew, without a doubt, that the anger and hatred between them weren’t the same anymore. They were sinking into the same pain, the same ghosts, and the only thing left was silence, heavy, suffocating.

"I just... wanted him to know, Abby," Ellie murmured, her voice broken, almost a whisper. "I wanted him to know I loved him. And that, deep down, I knew he did what he did for me. But I couldn’t... I couldn’t say that in time."

Abby just stared at her, helpless, feeling Ellie’s pain as an echo of her own. She knew that, somehow, what remained between them now was something that neither anger nor hate could fix.

#ellie williams #abby anderson #abby the last of us #both

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zoeaxrodriguez22 · 10 days ago

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CONQUEROR

𝐙𝐚𝐱'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝: One Shot 𐙚 Ivar the Boneless x Fem Reader (Amira) 𐙚

Summary: Amira, the daughter of a prominent emir in Al-Andalus, faces Ivar the Boneless, the ruthless Viking king who has taken everything by force. Their reunion stirs conflicting emotions—respect for his strength and power, but disdain for his methods. A tense conversation ensues, where admiration and bitter opposition collide. Can Amira survive in his world, or will she be consumed by it?

Warnings/Contains: Tension, conflicting respect, ideologies, manipulation, power dynamics, not proofread—English is not my first language!

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter:

The night outside was frigid, but the warmth of the fire crackling in the center of the tent softened the air. The light from the candles flickered, casting shadows on the walls and making the space feel even more intimate. Amira and Ivar sat across from each other, the distance between them physical but not emotional, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

Ivar’s gaze never wavered as he raised his glass, the deep red wine reflecting the glow of the fire in his eyes. He drank slowly, savoring each drop as though the action itself held meaning. Amira watched him with an unreadable expression, her own glass untouched, the warmth of the wine tempting but not enough to ease the tension coiled tightly in her chest.

“So, here we are,” Ivar said, setting his glass down with a quiet thud. “You and I, after all this time. Who would’ve thought?”

Amira didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied him, her gaze sharp, calculating. She wasn’t one to let emotions cloud her judgment.

“I didn’t expect to see you again,” she finally said, her voice cold, but steady. “Not like this. A king.”

A small, dark smile played at the corner of Ivar’s lips, but his eyes were still intense. “And yet, here I am.” His tone held no arrogance, just the weight of the fact he had always known this moment would come.

Amira felt a flicker of respect for his confidence, even if it was hard to swallow. The man before her was no longer the crippled prince she had once known, but a king, a leader of men who commanded the respect of thousands. She couldn’t deny that there was power in him, something undeniable, something that stirred a complex mix of admiration and bitterness inside her.

“Power suits you,” she said, her voice quiet but sharp, like a blade being drawn from its sheath. “But I don’t think it’s what you think it is.”

Ivar tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “And what do you think power is, Amira?”

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s not just taking. It’s understanding. It’s knowing when to lead and when to listen.” Her gaze flicked briefly to the guards outside, standing tall at attention, but she returned her focus to him. “What you do, Ivar, is conquest. And I know you like it that way.”

He leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. “Conquest is what makes the world turn, Amira. The strong take what they want, and the weak are left behind. That’s the way of things.”

“I know,” she replied, her voice steady despite the bitterness that began to rise in her chest. “But that doesn’t mean it’s right.”

Ivar chuckled softly, but there was no real amusement in it. “You’re naïve if you think anyone can change that. The world doesn’t care about what’s right or wrong. It only cares about who’s strong enough to shape it.”

Amira’s lips pressed together in a thin line, her jaw tightening. “I don’t believe that. Strength isn’t just in bloodshed. It’s in wisdom, in compassion, in strategy.”

He regarded her silently for a moment, his sharp gaze measuring her every word. “You admire strength,” he said, almost as a statement, “but you despise how I use it.”

She leaned back slightly in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “You use it to destroy, not to build.”

Ivar’s smile returned, but there was no warmth in it. “You see destruction where others see opportunity. I’ve built an empire, Amira. You can respect that, even if you can’t agree with the way I did it.”

Amira’s gaze flicked to the fire, her mind racing. She respected his mind, his sharpness, his relentless pursuit of his goals. But everything about the way he approached life—his ruthlessness, his disregard for the lives of those beneath him—disgusted her.

“I respect your strength, Ivar,” she said finally, her voice quieter now, more controlled. “But I don’t respect your methods. And I never will.”

There was a long silence between them, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. Ivar didn’t flinch, but something in his eyes flickered—a momentary flicker of doubt, of something more human beneath the king’s facade.

“I don’t need your respect,” he said, his voice quieter now, a touch of frustration creeping into his tone. “But I do need you.”

Amira met his gaze steadily, unyielding. “You think you can just take me, like everything else you’ve claimed?”

“I never said it would be easy,” Ivar replied, his voice low and serious. “But you’re not just anyone. You’re the one thing I can’t get out of my head. The one thing I need.”

Amira felt a pang in her chest at his words, but she swallowed it down. She wouldn’t let him see how his words affected her. Not now.

“You’re still the same,” she said, the words cutting deeper than she intended. “Chasing after things that aren’t yours to take.”

“I never take what isn’t offered,” Ivar said, his voice low, almost soft. “But I will make you see that you belong with me. One way or another.”

The finality in his tone settled over the room like a cloud, and for the first time, Amira felt the full weight of the man he had become. His words weren’t a challenge—they were a promise.

She knew there was no escape from him. Not now.

#ivar x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #vikings #ivar smut #ragnar lothbrok #Enemystolovers

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superbrieflightstudentlove · 3 months ago

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The destruction and disrespect of Luke in the Disney "Canon"

Hello, any Original EU/"Legends" Star Wars fans here? I wanted to share some of my opinions about the current Disney Canon not only in terms of the movies, but also their comics and novels too. So let's start with my biggest gripe - the handling of Luke Skywalker, once the main hero of the beloved franchise.

We already know that Disney hates Luke Skywalker for the crime of being a "white, heterosexual guy" aka not diverse enough for modern woke politics. We all know how they handled him in the "Sequel Trilogy", the less said about that, the better. Their novels also try very hard to throw as much shade (and many times outright hate and contemp) at him as they could and portray his twin sister Leia as the superior one in every way, whether it's Force potential, mental resilience, emotional control or even moral compass.

Their comics from what I heard tend to be somewhat kinder to him, to a point, but even then some writers are just itching to portray him as lame and as much of a failure as possible. One such instance that pissed me off was when I heard that in one of the comics taking place after "Empire Strikes Back", Luke encounters another Force sensitive, a young woman who is also an aspiring Jedi, who somehow manages to get into Luke's mind deep enough to see the nemory of Darth Vader telling him that he is Luke's father. Immediately afterwards, she manages to trap Luke inside a nearby hole and use her Force Powers to fill it with water. Luke somehow forgot how to use his own Force Powers (even after being trained by Yoda himself for months and enough to impress even his father Darth Vader during their battle at Bespin, even though it was clear that Luke was still no match for him by that point, Luke's progress was still big enough to leave an impression on Vader), and literally drowns there. Yes, you read that correctly. Luke doesn't just almost die, he actually temporarily dies for real, before Artoo zips the Force Sensitive gal unconscious and resustitiates Luke back to life. Now I don't know who this Force Sensitive girl was, it's possible that she might have been at least partially trained Padawan during the Clone Wars, who somewhow avoided being slaughtered during Order 66 like Reva, but it seems quite unlikely. From what I heard, I got the impression that she was still young around the timeline of the "Original Trilogy", around Luke's age, so if she was raised in the Temple of the Old Order, she must have been still youngling, just like Reva was. So how come Luke, at this point in his training, was completely unable to defend himself against someone who is in most likelihood just a beginner, while he should be just as advanced if not more so considering by whom he was trained and that not that long from now, he is going to go toe to toe with Vader himself?

Now we know that Disney tried to portray Luke as average, or even below average, so no Jedi Prodigy here, despite being the son of the literal Chosen One and according to George Lucas inheriting the same Force Potential as his father, but they still have to fit this somehow with the original movies, yet I find it hard to believe that if Luke was this much of a weakling, he would be able to stand against Vader in the "Return of the Jedi". Even if you say that Vader was just that emotionally conflicted and torned apart by having to fight his own son, so he held massively back, it still doesn't explain why would Emperor Palpatine even agree to Vader's proposition to turn Luke to the Dark Side and make him one of his apprentices. What would be the point? He needs a strong replacement for Vader, considering he is paranoid that his "old friend" is getting some rebellious ideas into overthrowing him, and if Luke can't provide a reasonable alternative, why just not destroy the young man outright and be done with it? It's honestly strange. I know that Disney stated that Vader never lost his potential even after Mustafar unlike in the original EU and Lucas' vision for the OT and PT movies, so it might make perfect sense for Vader to be naturally much stronger than Luke and that he was always just going easy on him and that's why Luke managed to get the upper hand on the Death Star, if they didn't want to keep the fact that Luke inherited his father's full potential from the old EU, but they also made their version of Vader not caring about Luke nowhere near as much as the old one did. He even actively attempts to kill Luke after Bespin in one of his comics. This is after he knows this is his son, the only thing of his beloved wife left in the world. In fact they made Vader's redemption almost entirely about Padmé, rather than Luke in his own right. It's after Darth Vader investigates his wife's death and sees a video of her saying on her deathbed that there is still good in him, that brings his old self to the surface, not the fact he finally found out he has a son that he presumed was dead for two decades because of his actions. And after the Emperor whoops Vader's ass again, he forgets even about his wife's words on her deathbed, and actively tries to murder their child. Lovely. But of course when it comes to Padme's identical Handmaidens, especially Sabé who looks most like her, he stops his hand. Even when he was still Anakin, they made him even more obsessed with her than he already was in the PT or anywhere in the old EU material and that says a lot. In one of their books he even thinks about how for Padmé he would burn the whole galaxy down, sacrifice everything and everyone else dear to him, including their own unborn child. And I swear that I saw some people on Tumblr sharing excerpts of this, swooning how romantic this is.

On one of their next encounters, he gets turned on on Luke's fear of him and says something along the lines of only sparing him because his Master ordered him to. Heck even Palpatine seems to bizarelly care about Luke more than Vader does, when he is shown worrying that Vader might kill Luke despite the fact that it was originally Vader who convinced Palpatine in "Empire Strikes Back" to spare him, declaring him as "just a boy". So why the sudden going easy on my clearly incompetent weakling of a son in the final movie? Siths despise weakness! What is the point of luring Luke to the Dark Side if he is always going to be just a slightly above average Force user, even with proper training? Remember Vader believed in the second movie that Luke's potential in the Force is big enough to finally make a difference in his fight against Palpatine in order to overthrow him! This is after Vader beats the absolute shit out of Luke on Bespin, yet still believes his son has enough of a potential to be a serious threat against the Emperor once fully trained. This might be just a wishful thinking on Vader's part, but the fact that Palpatine agreed to his proposal to turn Luke speaks volumes about his talent and potential in the Force. It's clearly not just a father's sentimentality or nostalgic feelings involved.

What is even more insulting is, they made Luke to be beaten up pretty badly by a random Imperial Guard when he surrendered to Vader on Endor. This is shortly before their meeting, yet in the movie, Luke appears perfectly healthy and without any bruises or injuries when he faced his father for a private little chit chat before he is brought to Palpatine. Why did Luke, at this point a very skilled Force User, let himself be beaten without any resistance? Alright, I understand he was trying to lay low for his plan to work and not get himself killed when he is unarmed and outnumbered, but why is there no physical evidence of it in the movie itself? What is the point of even including it in the first place then?

And don't get me started on making Sabé try to kill Luke too after she finds out whose son he is. She was one of the closest, if not the closest companions and dear friends of his mother. It is even implied that she was in love with Padmé, however unreciprocated it was. Now the weirdness of being sexually and romantically attracted to someone almost identical to you aside, she has sworn a solem vow to protect her Queen with everything she has got, even laying down her life for her if need be, which she stated she is perfectly happy to do directly to Padmé's face no less. After her death, she, alongside every other Handmaiden, vowed to get revenge for their Queen's death and Anakin's death too (they saw both of them as heroes and didn't know that Anakin became Vader. To them Vader was the one who killed them). They even created an organisation within the Rebel Forces called Amidalans for this purpose.

Now, it's true that at first Sabé was forced to work with Vader against her will and wanted to kill him, but after she discovered his true identity as Anakin Skywalker, she began to view him in a different light and started to cooperate willingly. She agreed to help him overthrow the Emperor and to crown him instead. She starts to think how ineffective the Republic was and how the Empire in the right hands would be a much better system of governance. How she came to the conclusion that exchanging one genocidical maniac for yet another one is a good thing, is anyone's guess but here we go. Funnily enough, she even thinks that she (Sabé) is the one who can redeem him and bring him back to the light based on Padmé's words that there is still good in Vader.

After Vader grows tired of her and kicks her out of his servises, she develops an ingenious plan to test Luke on whether he is susceptible into following his father's footsteps, prepared to kill him if he shows any signs of anger, by literally ambushing him, shooting at him relentlessly and threatening one of his allies at gunpoint. Unbelievable. This absolutely hypocritical ass even dares to call him a Sith to his face when he is just defending himself after he crushes her sniper, which you know, she was just using to shoot at him. Why she thinks she has any moral highround here to play a judge, jury and executioner over a life of someone who did nothing to warrant it, just because he happenes to share DNA with someone is beyond me, especially since not so long ago, she was happily serving Vader herself and even considered him a viable option for a galactic ruler. What's funny, is that the other Handmaidens even pointed out how by joining Vader and the Empire, she is going against everything Padmé stood for and if she was still alive, she wouldn't approve of Sabé's actions in the slightest. She even chose Vader over the rest of the Handmaidens at some point, yet she has the gall to play a morally superior being and judging her Queen's child's character while she herself is morally compromised and far from being a saint, by playing sick, twisted mind games with Luke with the intention to hurt him and potentionally kill him for the crime of being related to the same man she was fine working for not so long ago.

Yes, Luke might be Vader's son, but he is also Padmé's son, and as far as Sabé knows, her only child (she doesn't know about Leia). Does that mean nothing to her? Why be willing to sympathize with your Queen's genocidical, mass murdering, child killing hubby (she knows that he was the one who marched on the Jedi Temple and killed everyone inside, including the younglings) and wanting to make him the absolute ruler of the known universe based on nothing but the words of a dying woman you once served when he has shown absolutely no indication that he deserves it, just the opposite in fact, but not be willing to extent the same courtesy to your Queen's innocent child that has yet to do anything bad. In fact, she knows that Luke is a War Hero who works for the Rebellion and destroyed the first Death Star, so you would assume that he is far more deserving of her loyalty and protection than Vader ever was.

What is happening here? How could Disney lost the plot so much? This is such an inconsistent, illogical mess. All the characters are massacred beyond reason.

But what do you think? Let me know in the comments.

#Star Wars #Star Wars Legends #anti Disney Star Wars #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #Darth Vader #Sabé

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bigsoftmarshmallow · 3 months ago

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How would The Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to after searching for the Triforce endlessly… it turns out to be their SO?

Their SO is the living personification of the Triforce, of power, wisdom, and courage altogether in harmony. They have no idea. In order to extract the physical Triforce within them… they would have to die.

The revelation that their SO is the living personification of the Triforce would profoundly shake the Ganondorfs and Demise to their core. For each of these embodiments of ambition and power, the Triforce has always represented the key to their ultimate victory. To discover that the very thing they sought was within their beloved all along—and that they would need to kill them to claim it—would throw them into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts: Wind Waker Ganondorf is a tragic figure, obsessed with restoring the lost greatness of his people. When he discovers that his SO is the Triforce, the realization that he must kill them to reclaim the ultimate power would fill him with sorrow and rage. Deep down, he still has humanity, and this revelation would force him to confront whether his ambitions are worth the cost of losing the one person he truly loves.

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Ganondorf stood frozen in the moonlit chamber, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. His SO, the one he had shared countless plans and dreams with, stood before him, a shimmering glow subtly emanating from their very being.

"You... you are the Triforce," he muttered, disbelief heavy in his voice. "All this time… it was inside you."

His fists clenched at his sides, his stormy eyes reflecting the inner turmoil. For so long, he had dreamed of this moment—of holding the Triforce in his grasp, reshaping the world, reclaiming his people's lost glory. But to claim it now would mean losing them forever.

"They never told me…" His voice was thick with emotion as he stared at them. "To take the Triforce from you… I would have to destroy you."

They took a step forward, reaching out to touch his hand. "You don’t have to do this. You don’t need the Triforce to prove your strength or reclaim what you’ve lost."

He pulled away, his expression hardening, but the conflict in his heart was clear. "What choice do I have? Everything I've fought for… everything I am depends on that power."

But even as he said the words, his heart wasn’t in it. Could he truly live in a world where they no longer existed? Could he sacrifice them for his dream?

In the silence that followed, Ganondorf turned away, his broad shoulders tense with unspoken pain. "I have conquered kingdoms… but this… I cannot do."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is driven almost solely by his lust for power. He has a deep-seated need to dominate, and the Triforce represents his claim to absolute control. When he learns that his SO is the living Triforce, his first reaction would be fury. But as the weight of what it means begins to settle, even he would find himself hesitating—perhaps for the first time in his life.

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"Impossible!" Ganondorf roared, slamming his fist against the stone wall. "How can you be the Triforce? This cannot be!"

His SO stood before him, calm in the face of his rage. "It’s true. I didn’t know either… but now that we do, you understand what it means."

Ganondorf’s fiery eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving as he struggled to contain his emotions. For years—decades—he had sought the Triforce. And now, it was within his grasp, but the price was too steep.

He stepped closer, looming over them with a menacing presence. "You think this changes anything? I will do what I must—what I have always done."

But the words rang hollow. His SO placed a hand on his chest, directly over his heart, and he froze. Their touch was so gentle, so full of understanding. "If you take the Triforce from me, I’ll be gone. You’ll lose me."

Ganondorf’s lips curled into a snarl, but his hand hovered uncertainly in the air. "I do not need… attachments," he spat. Yet, even as he said it, his hand trembled.

For the first time, he found himself at a crossroads he never expected. Power or them? Could he truly choose power over the only person who had stood by him all this time?

With a sharp breath, he turned his back on them, his voice a low growl. "Damn the gods… damn them all." He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not this time.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts: Twilight Princess Ganondorf is cold, calculating, and pragmatic. His pursuit of the Triforce has always been driven by a desire for ultimate control, but unlike his Ocarina of Time counterpart, he is capable of deeper reflection. Realizing that his SO is the Triforce would force him to question everything he thought he knew about power and destiny.

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Ganondorf’s golden eyes stared at his SO, no hint of his usual bravado present. The air around them was still, heavy with the weight of the revelation. His fingers twitched, the knowledge that the Triforce lay within them gnawing at his mind.

"All this time," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion. "The power I sought was within you."

His SO nodded slowly, searching his face for any sign of what he was thinking. "Yes… and now you know. But to claim it, I would have to die."

Ganondorf said nothing, his sharp mind racing. He could feel the temptation to seize this moment—to take what was rightfully his. The allure of ultimate power had always been his driving force, the single unrelenting goal of his life.

And yet, looking at them now, the cold logic that usually guided him faltered. What would his kingdom be without them? What would power mean if it required their sacrifice?

He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow over them. "Do you realize what this means?" His voice was measured, cold. "I could kill you now and take what is mine."

His SO met his gaze fearlessly. "You could. But you won’t."

For a long moment, neither spoke. Finally, Ganondorf’s lips curled into a slight smirk. "You think you know me so well, don’t you?"

They smiled softly, stepping forward to close the distance between them. "Better than anyone."

He exhaled sharply, his hands coming to rest on their shoulders. "Perhaps you do." He leaned down, his forehead pressing against theirs. "Fate is cruel, isn’t it?"

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf, the most war-hungry and ambitious of them all, would react with immediate anger. The realization that the one person he trusted harbored the Triforce within them, and that he would need to kill them to extract it, would be infuriating. But at the same time, he is a master tactician—he would begin to think of ways to work around the problem.

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Ganondorf’s eyes flared with crimson light as he processed the truth. His SO—the one person he had fought alongside, trusted, and maybe even loved—was the living personification of the Triforce.

"You’ve been hiding this from me," he growled, his voice dripping with accusation.

They shook their head, stepping toward him cautiously. "I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t."

His hands balled into fists, his entire body trembling with barely controlled rage. "I could take it from you now. I could end you and have what I’ve sought for centuries."

"But you won’t," they said firmly, standing their ground.

He towered over them, his presence imposing and terrifying, yet there was hesitation in his movements. As much as he hated to admit it, the thought of killing them twisted something deep inside him.

"You think I care about you more than the Triforce?" he snarled, but there was doubt in his voice. "What makes you so sure?"

They took his hand, placing it gently over their heart. "Because we’ve been through too much for you to lose me like this."

For a long moment, Ganondorf simply stared at them, his fury dissipating, replaced by a deep sense of frustration. With a guttural growl, he ripped his hand away and turned his back. "I will not sacrifice you for power… not yet."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf, twisted by Zonai magic and centuries of darkness, would feel an overwhelming sense of betrayal at first. His obsession with power is absolute, and the thought that the one he loves is the Triforce would be too much to bear. Yet, unlike the others, this Ganondorf has experienced deep loss and grief—his SO’s death may not be something he could endure.

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Ganondorf’s voice was deadly quiet as the truth dawned on him. His SO stood before him, their eyes glowing faintly with the light of the Triforce. His whole body trembled with barely contained rage.

"You…" His voice cracked with disbelief. "You are the Triforce?"

They nodded slowly, tears welling in their eyes. "I didn’t know, Ganondorf. I swear, I didn’t know."

For a moment, he said nothing, his mind racing. His entire purpose, his very existence, had been tied to obtaining the Triforce. And now, it was within his grasp—but at the cost of the only person he had ever truly loved.

"I could kill you," he said, his voice hollow. "I could take it."

They reached for him, but he pulled back, his face contorted with inner conflict. "I don’t want to lose you," they whispered.

Ganondorf’s hands trembled, his rage dissipating into something darker—sorrow, grief. With a guttural growl, he turned away, his voice barely audible. "Damn the Triforce. Damn it all."

Demise

Thoughts: Demise would be furious at first. The idea that his SO, the personification of all that he has sought to dominate, had unknowingly concealed such immense power would feel like the ultimate betrayal. His rage would push him to consider taking their life for the power he craves, but a deeper part of him would hesitate—after all, they have always been the embodiment of strength to him. Killing them would leave him without the one being that had matched him.

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The flames surrounding Demise roared to life as he glared at his SO, his white-hot fury casting shadows that danced across the walls.

"You—you are the Triforce?!" His voice was a growl of pure wrath, fire crackling in the air around him. "All this time… I’ve been searching for it… and it was you?"

They stepped toward him, unafraid. "I didn’t know. Demise, I swear—"

He raised his hand, and flames burst from his fingers, though they never touched them. "I could destroy you right now! End you, and claim the power for myself!"

For a moment, the fire surged, but then—just as suddenly—it died down. His hands lowered, his red eyes burning with something darker than fury: confusion.

"I could…" he muttered to himself, his expression clouded.

They took a tentative step closer. "But you won’t. You don’t need to do this. We’re stronger together, Demise. I know you see that."

Demise’s chest heaved, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he stared at them. His instinct was to crush everything in his path, to claim ultimate power. But now…

The fire around him dimmed, and he slowly lowered his head. "You may be right," he growled. "For now."

Each version of Ganondorf and Demise would grapple with the ultimate choice between love and power, forcing them to confront their deepest desires and what they are truly willing to sacrifice for it.

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BONUS ADD ON: What if the SO was willing to die for their lover to have the Triforce? If they loved him enough to offer to end their own existence if he wanted it?

The offer from their SO to willingly give their life for the Triforce would create a powerful emotional crossroads for each Ganondorf and Demise. For some, it would be a test of their deepest nature—whether their thirst for power outweighs their capacity for love. For others, it might serve as a final breaking point, forcing them to reconsider everything they thought they valued. Their responses would range from anger to sorrow, and ultimately, it would bring them face to face with the one thing they have tried to suppress: vulnerability.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts: Wind Waker Ganondorf, the most introspective and tragic of the versions, would be shaken by their SO’s willingness to die for him. Deep down, his drive for power stems from a desire to restore the Gerudo to their former glory, but he is no stranger to loss. The offer would stir something in him, forcing him to question whether victory is worth the price of love.

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The wind howled through the chamber as his SO stood before him, their eyes soft but resolute. "If this is what you want, Ganondorf… if the Triforce is what you need, I’ll give it to you. I’ll die for it."

Ganondorf’s chest tightened, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "You would sacrifice yourself for me?"

His SO nodded, stepping closer. "I love you enough to let you have what you’ve always wanted. If it means you can bring peace to your people, then I’ll do it."

Ganondorf’s lips curled into a snarl, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "You think I want this?! To watch you die so I can claim some fleeting power?!"

They reached for his hand, but he pulled away, pacing across the room like a caged beast. "For years, I have dreamed of wielding the Triforce, of reshaping this world in my image. But now…"

He turned back to them, his expression softening, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "Now I see what I would lose. No kingdom, no power, is worth your life."

Tears glistened in their eyes, and they rushed to him, throwing their arms around his neck. For a moment, he stood stiffly, but then, with a heavy sigh, his arms wrapped around them, pulling them close.

"You will live," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I will not take this from you."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf, who is defined by his lust for power, would initially be tempted. The offer to claim the Triforce through their sacrifice would align perfectly with his ambitions. But as his SO made the ultimate offer, he would find himself at war with something deeper—the rare and unfamiliar feeling of love. It would force him to confront a side of himself he’d long buried.

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"You would give up your life for me to have the Triforce?" Ganondorf’s voice was low, dangerous, as he stared at his SO, trying to comprehend the enormity of their words.

They nodded, calm in their resolve. "I love you. If this is what you truly want, I’ll give it to you. I won’t stand in your way."

Ganondorf’s eyes flickered with something darker—hunger, perhaps. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he stepped closer, towering over them. "You are brave to offer this. Perhaps… foolishly so."

But even as he said the words, something in his chest twisted. His hand hovered near their cheek, but he hesitated, his fingers trembling. Could he really go through with it?

"Power is all I’ve ever sought," he growled, his voice tight with frustration. "It is all I know. To take it from you would mean victory. And yet…"

His SO gazed up at him, unafraid. "You don’t need to do this. You’ve already won my heart. I'll love you in death as I have in life."

Ganondorf closed his eyes, his fist clenching at his side. "Damn you," he muttered under his breath. "You make me weak."

He took a step back, his body rigid with barely contained emotion. "I could never respect myself if I took the Triforce from you this way." His voice was cold, but there was an edge of sorrow in it.

"You will live," he said, turning away. "I will not take your life for the sake of power. Not anymore."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts: Twilight Princess Ganondorf is more measured and calculating than his Ocarina of Time counterpart. The offer from his SO would cause him to pause and reflect on what he truly values. He would see their willingness to die for him as a profound expression of loyalty and love, which might sway him to reconsider his ultimate goal.

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Ganondorf stood before his SO, his golden eyes glowing with an intensity that belied the storm raging within him. "You would die for me? You would offer yourself to me in exchange for the Triforce?"

They nodded, their voice unwavering. "If that’s what you want, then yes. I love you enough to let you have it."

Ganondorf’s gaze darkened, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "You speak of love as though it could replace the power I seek."

They smiled sadly. "It’s not about replacing anything. It’s about giving you a choice. Power or me. And even if you choose power, I will love you Ganondorf. I always will."

He stared at them, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, he entertained the idea—claiming the Triforce, reshaping the world to his liking, achieving everything he had ever dreamed of. But then, the thought of their lifeless body crumbled those ambitions.

"I have killed countless people in my quest for power," he murmured, his voice low. "But I cannot kill you."

His SO took a tentative step forward, their hand gently resting on his. "You don’t need the Triforce, Ganondorf. You’re already strong."

Ganondorf’s eyes flickered with emotion, his grip tightening on their hand. "You are a fool," he whispered, though there was no venom in his words. "But you are my fool."

With a resigned sigh, he turned away, his cape billowing behind him. "You will live, and I will find another way."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is the most ruthless and war-hungry of them all. His immediate reaction would be to accept the offer, seeing it as the logical conclusion to his search for power. But even he, as pragmatic as he is, would find himself hesitating when faced with the reality of their death. Their loyalty might be the one thing that stays his hand.

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Ganondorf’s laughter echoed through the chamber, dark and mocking. "You would die for me? You would offer yourself so that I might have the Triforce?"

His SO met his gaze steadily, their voice soft but sure. "If that’s what you want, then yes. I would."

He took a step forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over them. "You do not understand what you offer. Your death would mean my ultimate victory. The Triforce would be mine, and Hyrule would fall."

They didn’t flinch. "I trust you to decide what’s right."

Ganondorf’s laughter died in his throat, his expression twisting with confusion. He had expected resistance, perhaps even fear. But this… this loyalty, this willingness to die for him—it unnerved him.

"I could kill you right now," he growled, his hand reaching for his sword. "And everything I’ve sought would be within my grasp."

"If that would make you happy, I give you my life willingly, my love." they said softly.

He stopped, his hand hovering over his blade. For a long moment, silence stretched between them. Then, with a growl of frustration, he stepped back, turning away from them.

"Your loyalty is infuriating," he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. "I will not waste it by killing you."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf, driven mad by Zonai magic and centuries of grief, would initially react with anger. The idea of his SO willingly giving their life for him would feel like a twisted joke, considering all the loss he’s endured. Yet, at the same time, their offer would pierce through his madness, bringing him face to face with the love he thought he had lost.

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Ganondorf’s eyes blazed with dark energy as he stared at his SO. "You would die for me? After everything?"

They nodded, their voice steady despite his anger. "If it means you can have the Triforce, yes. I’ll give my life for you."

His fists clenched, the power within him surging. "I have lost everything—everyone—and now you would give yourself willingly? Why?"

"Because I love you," they whispered, stepping toward him. "Because I believe in you."

His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind racing. He had sought power for so long, had sacrificed everything for it. But now… the thought of losing them, the one person who had stayed by his side through everything—it felt like a new kind of madness.

"You would die for me," he repeated, his voice softening, almost breaking. "But I cannot lose you too."

With a choked growl, he turned away, his hands trembling. "Damn the Triforce. I will not take it from you."

Demise

Thoughts: Demise, the embodiment of destruction and hatred, would initially be tempted to accept the offer. His SO’s death would grant him ultimate power, the very thing he craves. But something deeper would stir within him—the realization that they were the only being strong enough to stand by him, to challenge him, to understand him.

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Flames roared around Demise as he towered over his SO, his fiery gaze locked onto them. "You would die for me? You would give your life for the Triforce?"

They nodded, unflinching. "If that’s what you want, yes. I’ll die for you."

Demise’s flames flared hotter, his fists clenching as he considered their words. "Do you have any idea what you’re offering me? I could take it. End you in an instant, and the Triforce would be mine."

"I know," they said softly. "But I love you."

His flames dimmed, confusion flashing in his fiery eyes. "You love me?" he growled. "You would die for me, and expect me to care?"

They stepped forward, the heat of his power almost overwhelming. "Yes. I love you, and I would die for you, Demise."

Demise’s breath caught in his throat, the fire around him flickering uncertainly. For a long moment, he stared at them, the weight of their words sinking in.

With a furious roar, he turned away, his flames dimming to a simmer. "Damn it all. You will not die for me."

His voice was softer now, almost pained. "I will find another way. You will live."

#mallowresponse #legend of zelda #ganondorf #ganon #demise #skyward sword #hyrule warriors #wind waker #tears of the kingdom #ocarina of time #twilight princess #ai use #use of chatgpt

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yisony07 · 1 year ago

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Amends

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pics and @electrodudesmith95, who suggested me the idea. The story, by the way, was partially done with AI

It was a cloudy night in the city, where two figures stood facing each other in the living room of their cozy apartment. They were Daniel and Alex, a cute and hot longtime gay couple. It had started as small derogatory comments, but it escalated and, without realizing it, they were incapable of disagreeing and what was once a harmonious relationship had now turned into a tempestuous argument, filled with tears and shattered emotions.

"It's always the same with you, Alex! How could you do that?" Daniel's voice trembled with anger, his eyes glistening with tears.

Alex, his face etched with tears, responded, "Oh, yeah? You talk as if you were perfect and never done anything wrong, right?!."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their wounded love. The silence stretched between them, each one grappling with their emotions. Tears rolled down their faces, their hearts consumed by anger, their love seemingly on the verge of collapse

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Alex stormed out of the apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He got into his car, tears streaming down his face, and sped away into the night, consumed by anger and hurt.

As Alex drove aimlessly through the rain-soaked streets, his mind was clouded with conflicting thoughts and emotions, his tears refusing to cease. The car felt suffocating, each breath a painful reminder of the fight that had torn them apart. Thoughts regarding his life and his relationship with Daniel, the moments they spent together, how they met until what they were now; Alex wondered what had happened, what destroyed what had started out so beautiful. "Perhaps..." he began to think. "... we should break up" he concluded and his heart sank. In the midst of his despair, a glimmer caught his eye from the passenger seat. It came from a wooden mask.

Curiosity piqued, Alex wiped away his tears and reached out to find a wooden mask nestled among the clutter. Alex didn't know what it was or how it got there. However, his sight landed on its seductive, green hues glow, beckoning him closer, making him forget any pain he felt at that moment. With shaky hands, he picked it up, his tears momentarily forgotten. As soon as his fingers touched the mask's surface, a surge of energy rippled through him, leaving him mesmerized by its enigmatic charm.

Intrigued yet cautious, Alex brought the wooden mask toward his face, almost instinctively drawn to its allure. As he gently placed it upon his head, the world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the mask and its enchantment.

A surge of energy coursed through Alex, intensifying with each passing second. The once static wooden mask began expanding and contorting itself, effortlessly conforming to the contours of his face. The mask tightened around his face, the wooden tendrils snaking over his skin, and an electric surge coursed through his body. He struggled as his body contorting and writhing as the mask took hold of him.

The process was both terrifying and riveting. Alex could feel the mask's movements like a living entity, tightening and closing around his head. Panic overwhelmed him, and he screamed for help as his body thrashed within the confines of the car. The vehicle swayed violently, as if caught in an otherworldly storm.

While Alex's struggles were fervent, the mask's power was insurmountable. The whirlwind of sensations enveloped him, and to his surprise, his resistance waned. As if surrendering to a force beyond comprehension, he succumbed to the magic pulsating through him. Inside the car, chaos reigned as Alex's body spun like a tornado, the vehicle shaking violently with each twist and turn. The mask seemed to possess a life of its own, infusing him with its maniacal energy.

And then, with a final surge of power, the transformation was complete. Alex's face was now a vibrant shade of green, his features cartoonishly sexified and his body was way buffer than before. He stared at his reflection, awe and desire etched on his features. The lustful gleam in his ruby eyes was matched only by the newfound physical allure that accompanied the mask's embrace. He admired his new appearance, a serious yet mischievous smile spreading across his face.

"It's time to put things in their place!!" he exclaimed. The car magically changed direction. "Daniel, dear, here... I... COME!!" he pressed the pedal and the car sped forward, leaving marks on the pavement.

Daniel was going through the mess, cleaning up the mess. His eyes were red from crying and his breathing was ragged. When he finished cleaning he heard the doorbell ring. A bit of relief and excitement washed over him and he ran to the door, only to open it to find a box under the threshold.

"Who the hell leaves a box at this time?" He asked irritably. He took the box and closed the door. "It's something heavy," he thought and took it to the living room. In that, the box began to vibrate and Daniel, scared and without knowing what it was, left it quickly on the floor.

The box exploded and a greenish whirlwind arose from inside, perplexing Daniel. Little by little the whirlwind slowed until it came to a complete stop, revealing a figure with a green face and glowing red eyes, who was watching Daniel with desire and energy.

"Surprise baby!" the figure yelled, flexing its arms and staring at Daniel with a smile. Daniel, startled by the commotion, turned to face him, his eyes widening at the sight of Alex's transformed appearance.

"Alex? What happened to you?" Daniel stammered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and concern.

Alex, still basking in the mask's power, approached Daniel's with a mischievous grin. He gently ran his green-tinted fingers along Daniel's cheek, sending shivers down his spine.

"Daniel, my love, I may look different, but it's still me," Alex said, his voice husky and filled with desire and excitement. "I've come to show you how much you mean to me, so let's get our fun, shall we?"

Using the mask's cartoonish abilities, masked Alex created an atmosphere charged with sensuality and longing. Soft music played in the background as the apartment transformed into a haven of romance, with flickering candlelight and rose petals scattered across the floor. He took Daniel's hand in his own and led him to a magically conjured bed, adorned with satin sheets and fluffy pillows. Their eyes locked in a passionate gaze, filled with desire and a longing to reconnect. Alex tore apart his own singlet and Daniel's clothes in no time and overwhelmed by the intensity of their emotions, they went to the bed and sank into each other's arms, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss and their cocks frotting against each other, hardening and getting bigger, even though the difference were noticeable. The room filled with a warm glow as their bodies intertwined, exploring the depths of their love and desire.

As the night wore on, Daniel and Alex indulged in a dance of passion and intimacy, their bodies moving in sync to a symphony of pleasure. Their love, once on the brink of destruction, was reignited with a fervor that surpassed anything they had ever experienced.

Then, Alex removed the mask, his face and his body returning to their normal state. He looked at Daniel, his eyes brimming with affection, and whispered, "I love you, Daniel. I'm so sorry for everything."

Tears streamed down Daniel's face as he threw himself into Alex's arms, the weight of their argument lifted from their shoulders. In that moment, they knew that their love was stronger than any storm that came their way.

And with those words, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, their hearts forever bound.

#loki mask transformation #he-mask #the mask #the mask transformation #themask #male tf #male transformation #gay transformation #musclegrowth #muscle transformation

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stardustloki · 4 months ago

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Not without me.

When some visitors show up on Pabu in their shiny space-yacht, Omega isn't expecting it to mark the end of her settled life there.

Unfortunately, they want to take her newest brother, former Jedi Padawan Cal Kestis, on their mission to restore the Jedi Order.

If he has to go, Omega doesn't intend to let him go alone. -

(A continuation of my TBB and Fallen Order Crossover. Context probably not necessary, but if you want you can read the first and second parts.)

Tags: Gen, Omega & Cal Kestis, Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Omega's abandonment fears vs Cal's Order 66 trauma: fight!, @summer-of-bad-batch

Read it below the cut or on ao3 here.

Omega pushed open her brother’s door, probably with more force than necessary given how hard it slammed into the wall, but she found she didn’t much care. Ever since Phee’s new 'friends' had shown up in their shiny space-yacht this morning, asking to speak to Cal in private, people had been keeping stuff from her. It was like everyone had decided to treat her like she was ten again, and she’d kriffing had it. So, here she was, in his doorway, going to get answers.

“Are you ever planning on knocking?” Cal asked, the familiar resignation clear in his voice. Well, he wasn’t yelling at her to get out his room at least, so that was promising. He turned to face her, one eyebrow cocked as he dropped the shirt he’d been shoving into his backpack in order to fold his arms.

Wait… why were all his clothes dumped on his bed? Omega felt something in her chest turn to ice as she ignored his question. “You’re going with them, aren’t you?”

Cal sighed, wiping a hand across his face as she gritted her teeth and fixed him with her strongest glare. Anger, it was definitely anger she was feeling, not terror, not the ground suddenly disappearing out from under her feet.

“Yes,” he said, and maybe she would care more about how conflicted he looked if she felt like she remembered how to breathe.

"When were you planning on telling me this? When you were already in hyperspace?" Incredulous fury was bubbling up inside of her, but why try to calm it when he had clearly almost finished packing and hadn't even bothered to tell her first. He was just gonna leave them, without even discussing it.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you," Cal replied, grimacing. "And I wouldn't have just gone into space without telling you first. But yeah... I am going with them.”

“Why!?”

He dropped down onto the bed, sitting atop his strewn clothes, and grimaced. “Cere and Greez are looking to rebuild the Jedi Order, and they need me to help. They won’t be able to succeed without my powers.”

Omega almost gaped at him. He barely knew these people, how could he know if they could be trusted? And he was planning on leaving their family to go on a suicide mission? “But you were a padawan. Surely they could get someone better, a proper Jedi, they don’t need to use you!”

Cal’s expression darkened, his jaw setting. “Yes, because there are so many Jedi Masters left to choose from now. You can barely move for them. As soon as you turn up on a new planet, there are five there to greet you personally. Have you forgotten the Empire slaughtered my people?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she snapped, suddenly wanting to burst into tears. She folded her arms.

“Whatever,” Cal said, turning to shove more of his clothes into his backpack.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

He was silent for a moment as he continued packing his bag, still not looking at her. Finally, he spoke. “I have to do this Omega. The Jedi were my family. Everything I knew, everything I cared about was destroyed. If there’s any chance of getting it back, I have to take it.”

“But,” Omega said, feeling everything falling apart around her, feeling like she was eleven, standing in front on Echo on Coruscant again, as he told her he was leaving the Batch to go help other Clones instead, “we’re your family too.”

Cal stilled. “I know. And you guys have been… you guys have been the best. But I can’t sit here, relaxing on the beach, pretending like I don’t know what the Empire did to my people. I can’t stay here knowing there might be a way for us to live on.”

“Okay,” Omega said quietly, anger draining out of her as resignation swept in. “Okay.”

She slumped down on the bed beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. Thankfully, this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened, not if she had anything to do about it.

When he let her go she twisted to face him, her voice filled with new purpose. “If you’re going, I’m coming with you. You need back-up and the others are retired. Plus, Pabu’s getting kinda boring anyway, I sort of miss people shooting at me. ”

“No,” Cal said, voice flat. “The others would kill me.”

“Excuse me, we both know I am more than capable of defending myself. I can handle whatever situations you guys get yourselves into. Wherever you go swinging your lightsaber into, I’m gonna be there to get you out.” And I’m probably gonna be right beside you shooting stormtroopers, she added internally, but best not to bring that part up first.

“Omega, you’re fifteen.”

If she could have rolled her eyes any further they would have been in the back of her head. She huffed. There were many good things about Pabu, and a few things that kinda sucked, but the worst, the absolute worst, was that somehow the adults had convinced Hunter and the others that anyone under the age of eighteen was incredibly fragile, and should be kept overly protected and never allowed to do anything adventurous or interesting ever. **

Her clone-brothers also completely ignored her when she pointed out that there was one rule for her, another rule for them, because technically, if you didn’t count their triple-enhanced ageing, they were all ‘minors’, Cal was the only one of them who was actually eighteen. What's more, when she tried to tell other people that her ‘older brothers’, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Crosshair, were actually younger than her no one ever listened.

It was infuriating.

“I was getting shot at and scamming Imps out of credits when I was twelve, how is this any different?”

“Hmm, good luck arguing that,” Cal said, completely nonplussed, adding another pair of socks to his bag.

“I’m gonna argue it over the comms when I’m already on the ship,” Omega replied, shrugging, as she leapt up off the bed. “When are you leaving?”

Cal sighed. “In twenty minutes - Greez admitted he doesn’t want to stay anywhere too long because he thinks the Haxion Brood might be on his tail for gambling debts, and he wants to be gone before they arrive.”

This latter part almost gave Omega pause, but then she figured that if a load of bounty hunters did descend on Pabu, despite the fact they claimed they were retired now, her brothers would be more than capable of dealing with them. Also, it was probably just another reason why she should come along, she reckoned that if they did run into any of the Brood, she and Cal would probably be able to win back the money the guy owed and then some.

Twenty minutes. Okay. There wasn’t really much time to think this through.

“Well,” she said. “I’m gonna throw some stuff in a bag then say bye to Lyana. Tell the others I’m crying in my-” hmmm, no, that kinda made her sound too pathetic- “that I hate you, I've stormed off and I’ve taken one of the boats out. See you on the ship!”

And with that, she raced out of the room.

It would be good to see the galaxy again.

** Footnote: despite Omega’s opinions here, we all know the guys still have no concept of ‘dangerous situations you probably shouldn’t put a child in’ and she gets to do all kinds of fun stuff. They’ve just wised up a little bit since putting her in situations she gets shot at in, and, at 15, Omega finds their increased responsibility stifling.

I hope you guys enjoyed!

Honestly, it’s up to you whether you think teenage-Omega actually manages to go off with the crew of the Mantis!

Omega: how dare you leave without telling me >:( Also Omega: okay, so if Cal's gonna be in danger guess I gotta leave without telling anyone :)))

#tbb #tbb omega #cal kestis #summerofbadbatch2024 #Alt. Prompt: “You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen.”#Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”#Alt. Prompt: “Just when were you planning on telling us that?”

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abromelon34105 · 7 months ago

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Here’s a snippet from Chapter 2 of For The Tainted Human!!

“Now where’s the president?” Jun’ichirō asks as he lowers his hand from his face. He really is doing his part well - he looks conflicted and angry to a T. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that he has his ability activated. It’s so out of character for him, I almost think he is an actual mad bomber. The weird silence that fell over the office is broken when he yells “BRING ME THE PRESIDENT!” He grabs Naomi and lifts her up from the back of her shirt. “If you don’t, I’ll blow everyone in this place to kingdom come!” He drops Naomi onto the ground, a little harsher than normal and I start talking to Kunikida, keeping my voice low. “Sounds like he’s got a personal grudge. That’s mighty inconvenient.”

“Agreed,” Kunikida said in the same quiet voice. Atsushi is sitting between the two of us, watching the scene with Jun’ichirō with fearful eyes. “Why’d you bring me here again?” he asks quietly, his voice a little shaky.

Kunikida continues as if he hadn’t heard the boy. “Based on what he’s saying, the bomber seems furious at the agency.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I can help you. May I go now?”

I start talking, speaking to Atsushi without addressing his question. “Because of the work we do, we attract a lot of unwanted attention.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

I nod at the bomb sitting beside Jun’ichirō on the desk. “That is a military grade high level explosive. If the bomber acts on his threat and detonates it, it’ll kill us and destroy the whole floor.”

“Oh, no…”

“But if we can find something to cover the bomb, we may be able to reduce the force of the blast. But given the circumstances…since he took her hostage, he’s not only mad, he’s insane.”

“Do you know who she is?”

“Naomi. She’s a part-time office assistant here.”

“She’s not even an agent?!” Atsushi keeps his voice down as he stares at me for a moment before turning back to stare at Naomi through the plants. “She’s just an innocent victim in this terrible mess.”

“So what do we do?” Kunikida asks me behind Atsushi. I slide a little closer to him so I can answer. “He wants to see the president, right? Why not just bring him here?”

“Are you insane?” Kunikida asks, and I can tell it’s taking a lot for him to stay quiet. He really is a great actor, despite how rigid he seems. I know I’m just as good, if not better. These kind of missions were my bread and butter. I shake my head quickly to dispel the memories. It’s not good if I get lost down memory lane right now. “He’ll try to kill the president! We can’t let the boss walk into a bad situation like this!” Kunikida sits back and adjusts his glasses, lowering his voice again. “Plus he’s off on a business trip.” We both know he’s not, he’s sitting in his office, watching the cameras to see how Atsushi does. This is one of the few tests that has taken place inside the agency, which probably makes it far easier for him to see what’s going on.

“Oh, right. I forgot about that,” I say with a short eye roll. “It seems there’s only one option…” I meet Kunikida’s eyes and he gives me a short nod as we both hold up a hand. Atsushi watches us, expectantly, and I can tell he thinks we’re gonna use our abilities.

Instead we throw out three games of rock-paper-scissors. We tie the first two, and Kunikida loses the third, as was originally planned. I laugh quietly as he makes a small show of getting mad at me, and I can see Atsushi staring at us, his face completely blank. He really has no idea what to make of us.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bungou stray dogs chuuya #fanfic #au #armed detective agency

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kyuremking · 19 days ago

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Glad to hear that Hades' soul was destroyed without (unnecessary) bloodshed! How do they go about getting Hades' soul out of Shun in TT Pegasus AU, btw? Do some of the Pegasi (like Aleksandros or Ganzorig, maybe?) instruct Saori on how to use her cosmos, so as to use her divine blood to help with the separation of Hades from Shun's body?

When they all go back to Sanctuary, I can only imagine how much more rowdier it's gonna get. In the time between the Galactic Duels, going to Jamir, then back to Greece (is that the right order?), I'd wager that the other Kido orphans have been exposed to Ganzorig long enough that suddenly, having a parental figure doesn't seem so bad. They've gotten a taste of genuine fatherly affection, they ain't ever letting go - sorry Aldebaran, your Temple is gonna be swamped with kids every other day ( ^ w^).

I can almost see Rodorio relaxing just a smidge after fulfilling his goal of killing Hades, remembers Aiolia still has Zeus' soul inside him and goes "Hmm, there's a seal in place, but it be better to deal with it now before it becomes a problem-"

Then Cancer Deathmask walks by, and suddenly, Rodorio's blood pressure spikes. "Nvm, Apollo it is." Meanwhile, Aleksandros is just tuning his harp in the background.

Aleksandros unlike the rest of the pegasus (along with Badru), is not a direct fighter, yes he is still able to perform the techniques of the pegasus and hits like a truck but he is more of a support type.

Techniques that reduce or increase cosmos, that nullify senses, illusions and most importantly(and against his own will) techniques related to souls.

Don't sleep on Aleksandros, after all he is the one who finally killed Bellerephon's murderer.

So it's not difficult to exorcise Hades' soul when he hasn't possessed Shun's body yet and he has a little help from Saori who has received a couple of cosmos control lessons and some of her blood.

So they took out Hades' soul, contained it, Rodorio raised his cosmos to the ninth sense and destroyed Hades definitively. It was a bit anticlimactic, over two thousand years of wars to be resolved in 15 minutes.

Remember, Rodorio sent Isaac and Kanon to the sanctuary via meteor express because he didn't have time to deal with a couple of former apprentice saints in the underwater temple, he had more important things to do.

Camus didn't stick around long enough to know how the situation would develop, he grabbed Isaac by the neck and took off for Japan.

So when he realised where he was, Kanon decided to open his mouth and paint himself as the good guy in the story:

‘I discovered my evil twin brother's plan to assassinate the patriarch and Athena, but when I tried to confront him and get him to come to his senses he locked me up and left me for dead.’

With Isaac gone, no one can tell them that Kanon was acting as sea dragon so as far as they know Poseidon's forces found Kanon and had him imprisoned to get information out of him.

It is official the conflict has broken out in the sanctuary.

Rodorio is waiting for Partita to show up because he wants to have a word with her, break a couple of her bones and fleece her a bit for what she did to his soul during Lost Canvas. He won't kill her but she won't escape unscathed.

Even hiding behind Tenma won't save her from punishment.

Neither Marin nor Camus are happy that Ganzorig is acting this way, yes they are children but they are also saints, they should be treated with the same harshness as any adult in order to survive whatever they face. The difference is that Ganzorig knows perfectly well how to treat a child who is also a saint.

Aldebaran will need to make an extension to the Taurus house or move Ganzorig elsewhere.

The gods in Saint seiya have proven to be like little kids who smack you around and don't expect their actions to have consequences.

If they make one false move Rodorio will bring down those consequences. And they'll do it because they're proud idiots who think the sun shines on their ass.

As for Aioria, he is a marked vessel but he doesn't have Zeus' soul inside, unless he tries to possess Aioria nothing will happen. But there is already a defence seal installed on Aioria courtesy of Aleksandros and which Orisos has decided to reinforce because there is enough trouble in the sanctuary.

#saint seiya #tt pegasus au #pegasus seiya #pegasus rodorio #pegasus aleksandros #gemini kanon #leo aioria #leo aiolia #aquarius camus #andromeda shun #taurus aldebaran #eagle marin

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briannafenrir67 · 22 days ago

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Haunted

Pairing: Sam Winchester X OC

TW: brief mention of death, swearing, angst

Word count chapter 2: 1.8K

Summary: Brianna, a lone hunter driven by hatred for the Winchester brothers, must confront her past and join forces with them to uncover the truth behind her father's death and stop a new threat endangering all hunters.

Chapter 2: Shattered

I looked into Carter's eyes. I knew he was probably lying, but the way he said he wanted to watch the Winchesters suffer woke something in me, something I had tried for years to keep in control: my thirst for revenge. Furthermore, I promised myself that I was going to be better than them, but right now, with this offer...

I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The logical part of my mind screamed at me to reject Carter's words and to remember the danger he posed. Yet the lure of revenge was intoxicating, almost impossible to resist. "Fine," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I'll find the Winchesters. But this doesn't mean I trust you."

Carter's grin widened, a spark of malevolent satisfaction in his eyes. "Trust isn't necessary. Just do your part, and we'll both get what we want."

As I watched him, trapped within the devil's trap, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a deal with the devil. Literally and figuratively. But the die was cast. I had to see this through.

I grabbed my journal and looked through the pages. "Look, Carter, you've given me a lot to think about, but you know, you are a demon; I'm a hunter. This partnership is never going to work, so you understand what I have to do now." He looked at me, confused.

His confusion quickly turned to a mixture of realization and defiance. "You can't kill me, not without answers. You're too close to the truth now to walk away."

I kept my grip tight on the journal, my resolve unwavering. "Maybe. But I'd rather take my chances on my own than rely on a demon's word."

Carter's grin returned, but it was edged with something darker. "Go ahead; do what you must. But remember this: even if you destroy me, the threat remains. And when it comes for you, you'll wish you'd listened."

I stepped back, preparing to end this encounter. "Goodbye, Carter." I began to recite the exorcism, my words echoing through the room. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica..."

Carter's smug grin faltered as the Latin words filled the air. His body started to convulse, the demon inside him fighting against the incantation. The room grew colder, and the lights flickered as the dark energy began to manifest.

He screamed, a guttural sound that sent chills down my spine. His eyes turned black, and a thick, dark smoke began to pour from his mouth. The demon was being forced out, unable to withstand the power of the exorcism.

"...per mysterium sanctae incarnationis tuae, per passionem tuam sanctam, per crucem tuam et mortem tuam, per sanctam resurrectionem tuam, per admirabilem ascensionem tuam, per adventum Spiritus Sancti Paracliti."

With a final, anguished cry, the demon was expelled from Carter's body. The smoke dissipated, leaving the human vessel unconscious on the floor. I watched, ensuring the exorcism was complete, before finally lowering my weapon.

⛥⛥⛥⛥

After I packed my stuff and cleaned any trace of me from the motel room, I left the unconscious body of Carter on the bed and exited the motel. I needed to find the Winchesters, but first, I had to talk to Bobby Singer. Though I had cut ties with everyone connected to the Winchesters years ago, Bobby was like a father to me, and I knew he was my best chance at finding them.

Taking a deep breath, I dialed Bobby's number. My heart pounded as the phone rang, and for a moment, I considered hanging up. Just as I was about to give up, a familiar, gruff voice answered.

"Who the hell is this?" Bobby's tone was wary, guarded. "Bobby, it's Brianna," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. There was a long pause on the other end, and I could almost feel the weight of his surprise. "It's been a long time, kiddo," he finally replied, his voice softer but still tinged with suspicion. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I need your help," I admitted, swallowing my pride. "It's about my father... and the Winchesters. Something big is going on, and I don't know who else to turn to." There was another pause, longer this time, as Bobby considered my words. "Alright," he said at last. "Meet me at the salvage yard. We'll talk there."

Relief washed over me as I hung up and started the drive to Bobby's place. The trip was a mix of anxiety and nostalgia, memories of past hunts and lost connections swirling in my mind. By the time I arrived, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the yard filled with old cars and parts.

Bobby was waiting outside, his arms crossed over his chest. "You look like you've seen better days," he remarked as I got out of the car.

"Trust me, Bobby, you have no idea," I replied, managing a weak smile.

He motioned for me to follow him inside. "Come on in, kiddo. Let's figure out what kind of mess you're in this time."

I sat at his kitchen table, and he handed me a beer before sitting across from me. The memories started flooding back as I took in the familiar surroundings of his house. How many years had I spent working with him, doing research for my dad or the Winchesters, and then for my own hunts?

Bobby took a sip of his beer, watching me carefully. "You've been through a lot, kid. Tell me what's going on."

I took a deep breath and began to explain everything that had happened with Carter, the new threat, and my father's involvement. Bobby listened intently, his expression growing more serious with every word.

When I finished, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "This doesn't sound good. If there's a new power rising, we need to get ahead of it. And finding the Winchesters is a good place to start."

"I know," I replied, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "But I don't even know where to begin looking for them."

Bobby nodded, scratching his beard. "I might have a few ideas. They've been keeping a low profile, but I can reach out to some contacts. In the meantime, we need to prepare for whatever's coming."

I felt a surge of gratitude and determination. "Thanks, Bobby. I knew I could count on you."bHe smiled, a rare expression on his usually stern face. "You're family, Brianna. We'll get through this together."

I took another sip of my beer, the cool liquid doing little to soothe the turmoil inside me. Memories of my father and my strained relationship with the Winchesters surfaced, but I pushed them aside. This wasn't the time to dwell on past grievances.

Bobby stood up, grabbing a stack of papers from a nearby shelf. "Alright, kiddo. Let's see if we can track down those boys and figure out what the hell is going on."

As we delved into the information, I couldn't shake the feeling that this journey would test every ounce of my resolve. With Bobby by my side, maybe I could find a way to balance my thirst for revenge with the need to honor my father's legacy.

"Do you think they remember me? I mean, the last time I saw Sam I was fourteen, and the last time I saw Dean I was sixteen. Maybe they don't remember anymore," I say, trying to hide the fact that I was the one who cut every single contact with them because I was—I am—mad at them.

"They won't forget you," replies Bobby softly, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "People like Sam and Dean don't just forget those they care about, no matter how long it's been."

I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "I hope you're right. But what if... what if they hate me now for disappearing without a word?" Bobby shakes his head. "I think they'll understand. They'll know you had your reasons."

The memories of our time together flood back, both the good and the bad. I can't help but wonder how much they've changed and how much I've changed. Suddenly, a vivid memory from when I was twelve flashes through my mind...

//South Dakota 1999//

The sun was setting over Bobby's salvage yard, casting a warm orange glow over the rows of rusted cars and spare parts. I was sitting on the porch steps, trying to fix a small radio I'd found in the junk pile, while Sam and Dean were arguing about one of their usual topics - a movie they had recently watched.

"No way, Sammy, there's no chance that character would have survived that fall," Dean said, rolling his eyes.

Sam sighed, his patience clearly running thin. "Dean, it's just a movie. Suspension of disbelief, remember?"

I watched them with a smile, feeling a sense of belonging and warmth. It wasn't often that I got to spend time with them, but when I did, it felt like everything was right in the world.

"Hey, need some help with that radio?" Sam asked, noticing my struggle. I nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I can't seem to get it to work."

Sam kneeled down beside me, gently taking the radio from my hands. "Let's see what we've got here," he said, his voice soothing and patient.

Dean walked over, wiping his hands on a rag. "Got it working yet, Einstein?" he teased, but there was a twinkle in his eye that showed he was just as invested in my little project as Sam was.

Sam shot him a playful glare. "Give me a minute, will you?"

Together, they helped me fix the radio, and when it finally cracked to life, playing an old rock song, we all cheered. It was a small victory, but at that moment, it felt monumental. We spent the rest of the evening listening to music, laughing, and sharing stories until the stars came out, and the night grew cold.

//Present day//

I snap back to the present, the smile fading as quickly as it came. Those moments were fleeting but precious, and now all they do is remind me of what I've lost. The anger I feel toward Sam and Dean is a fire that hasn't burned out, and seeing them again might just bring everything to the surface.

If you want to read more you can find Chapters 1 to 6 on Wattpad or Chapters 1 to 11 on AO3.

You can find Chapters 1 to 6 available on Wattpad or Chapters 1 to 11 available on AO3.

Soon I'm gonna make a Masterlist with the chapters that I upload here.

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marcusrobertobaq · 9 months ago

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List your Gavin headcanons, I am now curious

I suck at headcanons but these are the cop headcanons I was talking about:

Gavin joined the force around 10yrs before when we meet him in the game

Back in patrol he used to be rough with suspects even if he knew they were innocent, y'know the ego, never admitting he's wrong and shit. The use of force is a bit over the limit too, throwing people on the ground when ain't that necessary, pinning on the wall, car hood and shit. Your average police brutality metaphor.

Always an escalating prick: if he can make the environment kinda tense he will, with authoritative and sometimes sarcastic tones. He also tends to joke about the suspect behind 'em back, calling 'em idiot and shit like this.

On scene he used to make questionable jokes with his pals (that were like him) when with a suspect detained or arrested especially if related to DUI.

His superior on Patrol Unit used to be "corrupt" too so he was always kinda backed up cuz although he was an asshole he got things done and u know what cops think about some types of suspect, especially the hostile ones

If he can go for his gun he gonna go for his gun and gonna point it in your face.

Although Gavin could be considered a corrupt cop for having power trips dude knows the laws, the thing is he does what he thinks that needed to be done to make the wheels turn. I'd say he got his own laws.

When going to clubs or bars things almost always ended up in conflicts or fighting and i'd say even if he took a beat mf gave it back doesn't matter if the mf is a 2m bodybuilder. Ofc mf drop the "cop card" to put people in 'em place. This habit continues to this day

For some reason I believe Reed been a detective for at least 4 years when we meet him. He thought about trying SWAT before or even K9 (mf love dogs, hunter dogs) but found himself in financial related crimes division, later in major crimes like homicide. He liked the detective even tho was a hell of work and u couldn't have peace. But it's a popular area to try building a career.

Dude's kinda interested in firearms.

He's still got the habit of joking even on the most gruesome crime scenes. It's like things don't impact him that much to the point if he discovered something he didn't like about the victim he would joke about 'em death

He got a damn of a dirty mouth esp when not inside the station and he can be disrespectful in some moments

He's known ass Det. Asshole in his division. Dude's always sarcastic and arrogant, and wanting mfs to laugh or agree with him. Some actually pretend being in the circle but still think dude's an asshole and invasive sometimes, especially the women.

He'll often make homophobic and transphobic jokes especially if he wanna piss someone off - mostly about men, if fruity or too feminine or trans women that looks "kinda masculine". Nothing personal, tho.

If the person is fucking an android or is an android "lover" he'll also shit on this, usually saying things like "you can't fuck a real person so you need a piece of plastic as replacement". It's basically like asking for him to look down on mfs. He also bully his co-workers about it, especially if the coworker dislike androids too. It's like an offense.

He got very peculiar opinions on Tracis, especially the fem ones. By peculiar I mean quite negative and I got the impression he would do some bad things to 'em. I'm talking about destroying 'em, ofc.

He also ain't got respect for "the bitches" - u just gotta look and/or act like one, btw. Well... He'll joke about it and be quite disrespectful. Men can be bitches too, according to him. "Pussies".

On the contrary of what most of the fandom think doesn't matter if he kinda see an android like an individual he'll still see 'em as inferior beings that should kneel to him and kiss his feet and he'll carry this mentality for a good time. The rebellion actually makes him "hate" android more cuz now androids are giving "orders" and making demands.

He sometimes bully the android cops too. He just likes making fun of 'em, bumping into 'em on purpose sometimes even making 'em fall to the ground and saying "oops! Sorry" in sarcastic tone. Ofc when things are more empty at the station and nobody gonna complain about it

He'll be an ass about androids while they're passive, and he expects 'em to always bow down in the end. Even if the android did something absurd he gonna joke about it or force 'em to bow. The moment the android becomes visibly unstable dude gonna shit on his pants and gonna order somebody to deal with the shit - which was the case in The Interrogation with Ortiz's android. But I assume most human characters are like this as they're not used to unstable androids or see 'em as just defective machines comparable to your printer going wild in the office

He like telling stories about his cases and experiences to anyone next to him in the moment. Even if it's some fucked up shit mf is always with his sense of humor on point.

This fucked up and sarcastic sense of humor happen to be one of his manipulation methods in interrogations, where he constructs a bridge with the criminal so they feel like in a friendly chit-chat and confess. But his favorite method is roughing up suspects, if he can get physical, punch mfs he will so if mfs don't tell him what he want he kinda doesn't mind that much, if u know what i mean.

Bro is aiming for supervisor ranks for the name but he actually sucks in being in a team. Dude always wanna order everybody and do everything himself, not obeying orders that goes against what he think is right. He hates some people are in the way of him achieving it.

If the "lead" detective on scene he doesn't wanna anyone fucking around, even if the person is a witness. He tends to escalate things or even get the witness "roughly" detained if they piss him off.

Some co-workers try avoiding him, fear him but some are just assholes like him. Not the majority, tho. Sometimes mf can be an asshole but dislikes Reed

Although he's a complicated person he has been more cautious in not having his shit being discovered by superiors not cuz he think it's wrong but cuz he doesn't wanna mfs screaming in his ear and fucking with his stairway to success. Shit going public also wouldn't be a good deal.

Bro just wanna get the job done to add to his list of accomplishments, to show how although he got an asshole reputation mfs can't say he's a bad detective. And it's even the reason some superiors are actually cool in pretending they didn't see shit - we're dealing with criminals, after all. They're less than animals.

He knows Hank covers criminals and it makes him pissed how Jeffrey backs him up just cuz he's his friend, not cuz Hank is doing a good work. It's all about the old times. Gavin looks down on the type of criminals Hank cover, even tho he kinda pits 'em. But there's one reason: androids. As I said before Gavin jokes about mfs addicted to drugs, he looks down on 'em most of the time - alcohol and red ice being the common ones. Control the shit, don't let it control ya is the deal.

Some mfs already tried bribery with Gavin cuz they were "relevant" or something so minuscule there's was "but why?" in the air but mf throw it back at 'em and kinda laughs. If he gotta investigate what end up to be a fellow police officer he'll do it and be pleasured in fucking mf's life, unless mf is really friends with him. The issue is when some commands come from above him, it's another reason he's aiming for higher ranks. He doesn't care if he would act kinda corrupt as long as he gets what he wants done.

He knows about the overall police reputation and how he can be seen as one of the rotten apples and i don't think he cares about cleaning the org's name, just about getting his work done.

During the "Android Crime Unit" episode he was the only one that thought this whole thing was sus af. But it was out of his hands, had superiors involved on this so he just let it go even if he hated it. Although he can be impulsive he got good eyes and ears to detect fuckery going on.

He ain't a fan of CyberLife at all not only cuz of android but cuz he dislike megacorporations like this who got 'em hands on everybody like this, replacing everybody like they're nothing. If he got the opportunity of shitting on 'em he will. Being replaced by one of 'em shitty products is a damn offense, almost a threat.

He dislikes the gov but when the deviant crisis happens his opinion on androids doesn't change. He actually wants 'em to be set on fire, gunned down, destroyed, even if it means it's helping CyberLife. He's there to serve his city, after all. LE gotta show who's the boss in this mf. Curiously this a sentiment most of cops share even after a successful revolution.

He got this "badass motherfucker alive" sentiment. Back when he was in uniform he used to take pictures of him with hand on holster or gun in hands, "like a boss" poses and shit. Y'know, those cops who like some aviator glasses and badge always on sight. It still kinda a thing now with plain clothes. He just thinks he's the best mf ever esp at work - always trynna prove being superior

There's a very good way of shutting him up, tho: letting him talking to the walls or being too polite in counter-argumenting him at work. He'll get angry fr. He doesn't like when mfs think they're better than him or more "successful" than him at his job.

In the end he's just a high-nose bastard. Everybody facepalms and sigh deeply when they know Det. Reed is in the area.

Some stuff may contradict another but I guess I really don't give a fuck now? I'll have a proper list with a proper english in my docs some day, maybe February 31st.

#dbh #detroit become human #gavin reed #dbh my ideas

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