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Day 26: Painting
(Blackwall x Mallory Treveyan, Background)
Mallory Trevelyan gets his official portrait painted as the Inquisitor Mallie. While the painting is undeniably beautiful, it doesn’t look like him. He reflects back on an old portrait probably hanging in a dark corner of Trevelyan castle, and wonders if he’ll ever see his real self on the canvas.
#original content#dragon age#ao3#dragon age inquisition#da inquisitor#mallory trevelyan#I love making cis characters experience gender dysphoria it has a certain aura to it#imagine your drag persona becoming all anybody knows of you#and you can't tell them the truth because you're so afraid that they'll see you as a freak#just like your parents just like every homophobic and transphobic person in ansburg#just like how you view yourself#“How would the official portrait of the Inquisitor rip away what makes you who you are?”#“How would you uniqueness be painted over into something we can better feed the masses with?”#You're the most important person you're nobody you're nothing but a puppet for our beliefs#dysphoria + general dehumanization + alcohol abuse = Mallory's having a great time#agbink 2024
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A Pillar I Am Of Pride
vander x younger!fem reader
summary: you're too young, that's what he tells himself; that you could be one of his kids. but of course you have spent too much time with vi, and unfortunately for him, stubborn rhymes with your name: you just don't know when to quit.
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (25ish/45ish), smut, p. in v., ofc there is SIZE KINK who do u think i am (he can choke me with those huge arms idcidc), manhandling, thigh riding, dirty talk, virgin!reader, public sex (they violating every health code on the last drop), belly bulge, cream pie, breeding kink if u squint, this is basically pwp also with happy ending (no one blows up or dies yet THIS IS my story and i say they're all happy as a big family SHUT UP)
word count: 3,142 words
side note: hope the arcane community hasn't died yet, looking at the amount of votes i received on the poll where i asked if y'all wanted stuff from the show. I LOVE VANDER!!! saw the drawing and went insane as in a PRIMAL NEED TO WRITE SMTH abt one of zaun dilfs overtook my brain LIKE who do u think i am???? ++based this little filthy 2D piece on the hozier song dinner and diatribes.
You just don't know when to quit.
Vander isn't dumb. He's lived enough and seen enough. He's lived enough to tell when the admiration became adoration on those big eyes of yours, that looked up to him first but now down without an ounce of shame through his sturdy built whenever you think he isn't looking.
He isn't dumb, so he knows he shouldn't encourage it. Yet, Vander also thinks there is something different about you.
There is this desire to protect you, love you like one of his kids, but there is something unique about you he can't quite tell, enough to differentiate you from viewing you as part of them, even if there's a bed belonging to you next to theirs.
He is a fool, for thinking you wouldn't end up adopting at least one of his or the kids' traits. And of course, lucky him, it had to be Violet's headstrong nature.
"Vander" you call out his name, and he's brought back to the red and the bridge.
He can still see you, eighteen, fighting against an enforcer twice your size: because he took the life of your parents, faces Vander had seen in the mines and then at their meetings, ready to fight in the name of the undercity, for a change and a future: for their daughter.
That is what Vander wants for his kids in Zaun. For you.
So he negotiates with them, even if your eyes fall when you learn the truth one evening, eavesdropping. He pleaded you not to tell the rest, afraid they'll see him differently, just like you. Still, you keep calling his name like you did at the bridge: like a hero; savior. He saved you from death, but you'd die for him.
He keeps his eyes trained on the glass he's wiping as you take a seat in the stools infront of him, unable to look you in the eyes. It kills him; gets harder each passing day. He can't keep lying to himself, but he can lie to you. Protect you, he swore he would do that when he saved you and took Powder and Vi. So, yes, he'll lie his ass off, that his heart too hasn't changed after the years; that it doesn't beat for you and only you.
"Hey, y/n" he forces out, but even saying your name brings him pain.
When did you go from a kid leaving the last remains of hope and naive kids in Zaun drop sooner than others, to a woman equally dangerous in heart and beauty? When did you stop looking like a big sister or a babysitter, to more as a mother to Mylo, Claggor, Powder and Vi?
"Vander" you call again, touching his arm softly, but it burns. It burns.
He stops what he's doing, still without sparing a glance your way.
"C'mon, V." he hates the way such a silly nickname, a monosyllable on top of that, makes him feel. "Look at me, will you?"
He does so, because he can't deny you anything.
"There you go" you laugh easily, as if you didn't know the power you held over him. "Easy, isn't it?"
"You better let me finish" stern, but a smile betrays him.
"No one is stopping you" you huff, "or bothering you"
He finishes the glass, picking up another. "You are"
"Me?" you laugh the accusation off. Then it dies down, and all that's left is the neon hues of outside, reflecting something more mellow, akin to sincerity in your face. "You're right, it's always me"
He doesn't know what to say, all words lost. Silco used to say he knew how to move the people, that masses would follow just by looking at him: Vander always knew what to say.
But as of late, during the end of the day, when it's just you and the dirty glasses he cleans away, Vander finds it hard to speak even, like you're trying to talk in a language he doesn't know, or worst, used to, yet is too old for that now.
"Where is everyone?" he asks, and when you laugh, he knows he's said something stupid. But there are more stupid things to say, like I love you, so he's safe. For now.
"Might be because we're closed" you mock. "The kids are asleep, if that's what you truly wanted to ask. Made sure of it"
The last part, whispered like a secret. He can see the dare laced in between your words, the desire that pours like the drink he's serving you right now, but he's too old to play games.
"Good" then pushes the glass to where you sit. "Drink"
"Is it new?" you inspect the glass. "I hope you're not trying to poison me"
He laughs, "You know I couldn't hurt you, y/n"
There goes that expression again, and he hates to realize he's playing along.
"I know, Vander" you take a full sip, as if showing him just how much you'd trust him. Like he could have a gun put to your head and you'd understand; like he could have a hand around your neck and you'd breath the last huffs of oxygen in his name.
Silence settles in, until you decide to break it by saying:
"You know, if you wanted to get me drunk" the drink dissapears in a rough gulp, the liquid smooth while it burns and slides down your throat, "you could've just asked"
"And for what would I want to do that?" he bites right into the bait.
The stool creaks as you get up, and he finds your face closer than the smoke and ashes of when he takes a drag.
"Because I know you too want this" you whisper, dangerously low.
His breath hitches, heart beating fast. He could break you in two, if he wanted to, but now trembles like a leaf in the wind with just your perfume and eyes piercing through his.
"Want what?" he dares to ask, duties forgotten long ago.
You click your tongue, maybe in dissapointment.
You just don't know when to quit.
"The evening's slow" now sweet, tempting. "About to end"
He feels drunk, even if he hasn't had a drop. You're lulling him right into your trap. It doesn't matter if he has stopped you before: ignoring the bat of your eyelashes, the lingering touches and the sweet words that seemed reserved for him only.
"What would you do?" he gulps, Adam's apple bobbing. To me, too coward to voice out loud; to stop this nonsense.
You walk over to him, standing still, almost defiant, even if he doubles your size; the thought only makes heat pool in your stomach. The ember of the moonlight shines over your corageous eyes, and Vander thinks he really needs to shorten your quality time with Vi. A hand traces over his defined pecs: hands he's seen before hold a gun, now touching him with a softness that doesn't belong in the undercity.
"Don't you think knowing it's late makes it easier know what I have in mind?" you laugh, and it tickles parts in his body he isn't ready to say yet. "Just give in"
You should've know when to quit.
His eyes darken, and this isn't the Vander you know. If anything, you should be scared, but you rub your thighs together, spot already wet.
"If anyone's about to give in, it's you"
Before you can register, his lips smack together with yours as he takes the lead. His big hands cup your face, traveling down until they reach your hips, and the pressure of his size feels so much better than you imagined.
"Tell your man what would yo do tonight?" huskily whispered your way. His knee finds it's way between your thighs as he applies pressure to your already slick cunt, making you yelp. "Or cat got your tongue?"
You're at loss for words, for the very first time in a while. All that time spent provoking him, edging and pushing for a reaction, so sure of the hidden flame sparking behind the curtain of smoke of his pipe, to know surrender so easily, like your body is unable to react at all.
So instead, you entangle your fingers through his greying hair, a small whine escaping your lips, the sleeping fierce need of battle now translated in the fight for dominance, his mouth growing more demanding.
Vander pushes your body against the bar, making the wood creak. He applies more pressure with his knees, making you whimper again, his tongue reaching every spot inside your sweet mouth.
"God, you're so sweet" he mumbles.
"Then why did you stop yourself all this time?" you breath out, as tempting as the shadows that walk through the streets.
Hi smiles devishly, biting your lip. "Ain't nothing stopping me no more"
He uses your body as he pleases, handling it to his complete and utter advantage, thumbs now digging into your hipbones before he feels you grinding against his knee.
"Greedy little thing. Haven't I taught you manners, ey?" but the way he looks at you, like a starved man who's been denied a meal for years, encourages you to keep rolling your hips. Once you find a steady rhythm, he releases your hips and moves to grab your wrists, pinning you down in the free bar. You whine, the pain of the hard wood on your back digging on your skin.
"Vander" you gasp, but he shuts up the pain by forcing his lips right back. His handsgrab back ahold of your thighs so you keep up the rhythm. He can feel a spot over his clothes start to dampen, doing nothing but augmenting the hunger. God, he can even feel the smell of your arousal.
You moan, head leaning back.
"Feels good?" he asks, and you mumble a nonsensical myriad of words that sound like yes. He nips your neck, making you squirm under his touch.
"C'mon, baby. I ain't deaf but I didn't hear you" Vander taunts, biting still. Now he travels to your collarbone and then tits, removing your shirt to reveal no bra under. Of course, you little vixen had planned it all and he fell like a fool. Not that he's complaining, of course, giving a lick to the soft rosy skin around your nipples.
"M-more, please!" you whimper out loud, mind numb.
"You wanted it so bad, yet can't even speak" he murmurs, sucking a spot dangerously near to your nipple. Your movements against his knee come to a halt, but he makes sure to keep you and your puffy core grinding against his thigh. "Talk"
He should know that you wouldn't give up that easily, prideful as he was, no matter if this is what you've always wanted.
"I said talk" your legs tremble around his when he forces you down harder. "I wanna hear you ask for what you say you wanted so bad, don't think I didn't notice all your traps, taunts and plays, little vixen"
The nickname makes you moan, inciting you to pour the words out.
"Ruin me, Vander" and he barely has time to react, knowing that no man has ever touched you before, your untainted territories dripping for him. "Please- take me and make me yours"
"You know I've never denied you anything" he breaths against your neck, "how could I ever say no to you if you ask so nicely, huh? I see you remembered those manners"
It's now his hand what touches between your thighs, leg long gone. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth, making you shiver.
"Let's start small, yeah?" he encourages, "I know you're my brave girl, but I would like you to come on my fingers first"
Vander strips you down, eyes going dark when he sees your needy cunt on display. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and the pressure is new and much, you feel you could come with just the touch of his hand.
"You're so pretty. Can't believe you're giving all of this to an old man like me" he kneels down as you sit legs opened up on the bar, dragging his tongue through your wet folds.
"Sit still, yeah? Let me take care of you" he licks again, gently sucking on it as well. He can't help but wonder why he folded so easy, as if he hadn't put a stop or ignored all of your previous attempts at having him. Now he has you, under him, saying his name in a way he hadn't before, as he makes out with your puffy clit.
"Fuck" you gasp, head falling against the wood. Your hands and toes curl, waves of sensations never felt before washing over you, as Vander continues giving your pussy ministrations.
The energy is electric, your arousal flowing like a river, making wet slurping sounds come out of his lips, feeling up the empty bar, your moans as back track filling his ears. Vander's beard is covered in your juices, making all of this the more obscene.
"I see you liking it" he jokes, licking some of it off his mouth. He adjusts your legs over his broad shoulders, barely noticing the added weight. Your thighs are so close, he can feel them tremble as he slips a finger inside of you, pumping in and out.
"V-Vander" you whine in ecstasy. He loves the little sounds coming out of your mouth; obscene symphony. He adds another finger, now curling them upwards, making your walls drip more while clenching around them, loving the sensation. Your nails dig so deep, you can feel blisters inside of them, holding yourself for as what would be your first orgasm.
"I-I think I'm going to-" he can sense it, years of experience ahead from you. So now he gives his fingers a break, kneeling to let his tongue enter the game again. It swirls around the tight walls, making you squirm.
"Fingers. Now" you demand, and he's carrying your legs again on his shoulders, thrusting them inside of you aggresively. You feel your folds clench around them, your very first orgasm washing over you.
"You behaved well" he praises while kissing your puffy cunt, skin glistening and still sensible. "That's my brave girl"
He uses the cloth he's cleaned the glasses with to wipe off himself. You gasp, laughing even if your eyelids feel heavy.
"What? Think I'm gonna be dirty when I fuck the shit out of you?"
You didn't think his mouth could be so filthy, used to his fatherly side, but oh, you're not complaining. He removes his belt, pulling his pants down. Of course he's huge down there, you think, as the tent behind his underwear marks a reasonably large silhoutte.
"Now, will you be brave one last time? I don't want to scare you, or hurt you?" his boxer falls to his knees, dick hard. You gulp, but can't back off now. He, however, can sense your doubt. "Just say it, and we'll stop"
"No" even you are surprised by the conviction in your voice. "I want you, Vander. Always will"
You open up your legs, closer to the edge of the furniture. He walks over until his dick brushes your cunt, pulling up your legs once again, a position you've discovered as of today, might be your favorite.
"See, there is a reason I didn't clean you up. Don't think I don't know my manners as well"
He lubes with your still wet pussy, wasting no time to rub his dick against your glistening folds.
"We're alone, but don't want to wake up the kids, ey" you nod. "So, you'll behave?" you nod again. "Good girl"
"Now, if it hurts, tell me and I'll stop"
Vander aligns himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, buries himself all the way to the hilt. It's almost as if he's forgotten his gentle side.
"Mphm-" you're about to scream, but his big hands cover your mouth.
"Bad girl" he tuts, "you promised"
Your back hurts, arching itself from the wood as you take all of his girth, walls squeezing him perfectly.
"Don't worry, the pain doesn't last long" he assures you, hips going back and forth softly. He picks up the pace, slowly but determined, seeing you have adjusted to his size already. "There. Take it, my girl"
He buries himself inside of you, body numb at his size and strident movements of his hips against you.
"Y-you're so b-big" you speak up for the first time in minutes, letting out another moan. "I can even feel you-"
You don't finish the sentence but the image is there, right infront of him. That only encourages him to fuck you harder, the thrusts now more brutal and violent.
"Tell me, where you feeling me?" you can't speak, so you point to your stomach. "Yeah? Filling you up so good you can't even speak?" then pounds you even harder. The pain is intense, but so is the pleasure, making you mumble more incoherences while even tears begin to well up in your eyes.
There is pressure on your lower belly, and it's not his bulge. No, you recognize it, despite having only felt it once: your orgasm is building up again. The furniture squeaks, looking like it will break under both of your weights combined, his thrusts now sloppier and messier. He was also close, grunting when your walls begin clenching around his dick.
"Fuck, Vander" you whimper out. "I think I love you"
Before he can register the weight of your words, thick ropes of cum fill up your pussy, his whole body shaking and finally succumbing to his age. He empties himself inside of you, your greedy cunt taking every drop. It's a fleeting second, but he remember Felicia, and the news she dropped that day. He thinks of a child with your eyes and his hair, the cruel world that awaits them but still can't let you waste any of his seed.
The room goes quiet as both of you try to even your breaths. After a while, your confession settles in.
"I don't think I love you" he gets down, kissing your nose gently. "I know I do. Can't deny that anymore"
The adoration on his eyes is so pure, you feel like crying again. The feelings you kept to yourself and left like crumbs for him to pick up through out this past days have finally transformed into something real. So real, your pussy still feels warm, just as your heart.
He easily carries your body on his strong arms, up to his room. You had never slept there before, and despite the numbness, you keep your eyes open, excited as a child.
"Good" you laugh, "because I was running out of ideas"
#dilfistwrites#arcane#arcane x reader#vander x reader#vander#vander arcane#arcane vander#vander x you#zaun dads#blisters and bedrock#arcane season 2#arcane season 1#arcane s1
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You and Emily had been dating for a little over a year, but it was still a secret, because Emily was afraid of exposing you to the world and you becoming a target for the people she and Bau catch. Even though your girlfriend was a profiler, you were just a psychologist.
You met in a bookstore. You had just left your office when you decided to go into this new bookstore that had opened in your neighborhood. When you walked in, you came face to face with a beautiful brunette woman coming out of the store.
When you bumped into each other, your purse and cell phone fell on the floor and the brunette quickly helped you pick up your things from the floor. And from then on, it was just details.
You had arrived home about 30 minutes ago. Your day had been tiring. You were dealing with a very specific case that reminded you a lot of your unbalanced childhood. All you needed was a hug from your girlfriend, who unfortunately wasn't at home, nor in town.
Getting out of the shower, you heard your cell phone ringing in the bedroom. Wrapping the towel around your body, you went to the bedroom and smiled in relief when you read Emily's name on the screen.
- Hi, love. - You said as you sat on the bed.
- Hi, honey - Emily said and you could tell she was tired. - How are you?
- I'm fine, and you?
- Better now talking to you - She sighed, and you heard the water running from the tap.
- Em, tell the truth, you know you can talk to me - You said to the brunette.
- I know love, it's just the case - She sighed, - It's hard, because every time I look at these victims I remember you.
- I understand you baby, I know you can't talk to me about them, but I'm fine, I'm alive and I'm at our house waiting for you with Sérgio. - You smiled even though you knew she couldn't see. - If you want, I'll text Hotch right now and ask you to come back.
You heard the woman's laughter on the other end of the line and it warmed your heart.
- Oh, love, only you can make me laugh right now. And what's more, they don't even know about us yet. - you said laughing. - But they'll find out soon!
- Soon, soon. - you yawned, - My day was also tiring with that patient, but I feel like we're making progress.
- That's good to hear, princess. I'm sorry I didn't ask about your day, what a terrible girlfriend I am.
You could imagine the frown that formed on her face.
- You didn't mean it, I know and I also know that if I didn't ask about you it would get worse.
You heard her sigh.
- I miss you. I think, I don't think so, I'm sure, that a hug from you now will calm me down. You're my world, y/n.
Your eyes filled with tears, how could this woman from miles away have such an effect on you?
- And you are mine, Emily.
- I love you, and I can't wait for us to show our love to the world.
- You're making me cry. – You sniffed. – I love you so much, my dear.
And you knew that, it was never a type of pressure in your relationship. Emily was the first person where you felt like you didn't need to pretend to be someone else because she admires you and loves you just the way you are.
You spent another 30 minutes when you ended up falling asleep while listening to the older woman singing your favorite song.
#criminal minds#emily prentiss#paget brewster#emily prentiss x reader#aj cook#emily prentiss/reader#jennifer jareau#lesbian
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Ghost Bride themed request: Instead of Idia being at risk of being whisked away to Unholy matrimony, it is instead the reader, A.KA the boys of your choices crush, being whisked away to a ghostly honeymoon. Would at least like to see Kalim for this but any boy that you think would mount a daring and romantic rescue. Please and thank you
COMMENTS: Well, I decided to write for 4 characters. One of them being Kalim. For the others I didn't want to choose one from the Overblot Boys because I'm thinking of doing a similar post with them in the future. And when I saw the list of students I thought that the most fun to write would be some of the most impulsive and those most likely to be unable/unwilling to lie. So I chose Deuce, Jack and Floyd.
I will admit it was fun to write. 🙂
I hope you all enjoy 💐
CHARACTERS: Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech & Kalim Al-Asim
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Love Confessions
WARNING: Spoilers from The Phantom Bride event
WORD COUNT: An average of 450 words per character.
CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And they just found out that someone was you.
A mix of panic and fury is what Deuce felt when he found out what had happened or could happen to you.
There was a Housewardens meeting about what happened, so Deuce wasn't present. And so he went to his Housewarden to ask Riddle that whatever the plan was, please get him involved.
They end up forming a small group to rescue you. Deuce being part of it. On the way to you the others end up staying behind to stop the ghost guards from getting in the way of Deuce. And he ends up being the only one to appear in the ceremony room.
Deuce screams at everyone to stop the wedding. But with his feelings on the surface, instead of trying to reason and persuade the ghosts, he threatens them. It was as if he was willing to fight the world and beyond for you.
Unfortunately, the guards are in the majority and manage to trap him and cause him to drop his magic pen.
He's furious, but he can't break free. The wedding goes on and the only thing that occurs to him, in the midst of despair, is to tell the truth.
“(Y/N)! You don't want to marry her do you?” You answer him that of course not, but the princess says anything about you don't know what you're saying. “You're the one who doesn't know what you're saying! What if they already love someone else? What if someone else already loves them?” The princess asks what he's talking about and his answer is for you and not for the princess. “I LOVE YOU, (Y/N)!” and then he talks to the princess again, with tears in his eyes “Please, don't take them away...”
The princess petrifies. She might be delusional, but even she can't ignore a declaration like that. She even mentions that she feels a little jealous of you. That one of the things she dreams about the most is that someone loves her so much that they make a declaration like that to her too.
And that's what drives the ghost guard who loves her to declare himself to her. And all that ending with her finding out she loved him happens.
After everything and they freed you, Deuce couldn't care less about the princess and the ghosts. He hugs you desperately, as if he's afraid they'll take you again.
He is embarrassed by the loving declaration he made to you. But he can't go back now.
Jack is more worried and scared than angry. He's more concerned with you being hurt and your well-being than with getting revenge on the ghosts. But he won't back down from a fight.
There was a Housewardens meeting about what happened, so Jack wasn't present. And so he went to his Housewarden to ask Leona that whatever the plan was, please get him involved.
Leona'd probably tell Jack that he could even do all the work if he wanted to. And he decides to do just that. He is a man... young man of action.
He will turn into a wolf and burst into the building. He won't stop until he gets to you and he'll get rid of anyone who gets in his way. And he will break down the doors still in his wolf form.
Everyone's like "A WOLF?!" And you're like "Jack?"
In his wolf form and with magic he can defeat any ghost that tries to stop him. And that's why that ghost guard turns into a giant to finally stop Jack.
Without being able to move anymore, the only thing left for him to do is try to talk to the princess and the guards. And for that he transforms himself back into a beastman. Surprising all ghosts. And piquing the curiosity of Princess Eliza. She asks him why he was there.
“To stop this wedding!” She asks, overjoyed and flattered if he's there for her. But he can't take that opportunity to lie, because he doesn't like to lie. “No! It's not for you that I'm here. It's for the person you kidnapped.” she starts to say that she didn't kidnap anyone. “Of course you did! Do you think (Y/N) wants to be here?!” An argument between the two of you and the ghosts starts, but that doesn't matter at the end. “JUST LET THEM GO!” he barks completely out of patience “They deserve better than you!” Everybody gasps at his boldness.
The ghost that held him starts defending the princess. Ending up revealing his feelings for her. And all that ending with her finding out she loved him happens.
The ghosts set you and Jack free. He runs to you to hug you, relieved that you're okay and that it's all over. You ask him about what he said. About you deserving better. And he decides to just tell you the truth.
He reveals that the whole thing about stopping the marriage was because he liked you. That a person like you deserves the best that anyone can offer. And he promises you that he will do his best to be the person you deserve.
Floyd hears that someone was kidnapped by that princess to marry her and such, but he couldn't care less. At least not until he hears your name.
At that moment he stops. Approach the students who were talking about that and ask what you have to do with that story.
The students, frightened, tell him what happened. But they quickly regret being the bearers of bad news because Floyd's expression quickly goes from just a curious face to that serious and terrifying expression of his. And he ends the conversation by calmly asking where you were.
And the ghosts worst nightmare enters the building. He was just annoyed at first that you'd been kidnapped. But then he starts having fun fighting the ghosts. To the point of becoming practically sadistic. Which terrified the ghosts even more.
The last time Princess Elisa was in such danger was when she was killed. So all the ghosts prepare in the ceremonial hall to protect her. You see them all panicking without knowing why. Not even the princess knows why.
He enters the room breaking down the door with a kick and a creepy smile on his face. “Peekaboo~” And the guards attack him. Now you see why they were so scared. Floyd was having fun at first, but then complained that facing the same kind of ghost was getting boring.
Then one of the ghost guards became a giant to face him. And Floyd smiled again. Unfortunately for him, the ghost managed to get him to drop the magic pen and trap him. The Princess asks what a monster like him was doing there.
“I study here, smartass.” everyone gasped offended. She says he can go back to study there after the wedding. “Yeah, but nah. That won't do.” she asks why not “Because I won't let you marry my Koebi-chan.” She gets confused by that nickname, but when she realizes he was talking about you, she starts defending herself. “Whatevs. HEY KOEBI-CHAN! Do you want to marry this spoiled brat?” You try to contain your laughter and answer no. “See? Now stop this crap before my patience runs out for good.” The giant ghost who is grabbing him orders him to stop talking to the princess like that. “Why? She's gettin' on my nerves. Don't tell me you have a crush on her, HA HA HA”
The ghost starts by trying to deny it, until he finally decides to confess to her once and for all. And all that ending with her finding out she loved him happens.
After the ghosts free the two of you, they beg you to take Floyd with you. You ask him why he did that. “You didn't hear me? I said I wasn't going to let her marry you.” you ask him why “Because I don't want you to marry someone you don't want to. Well, the truth is, I don't want you to marry anyone but me, but I let you choose.”
PANIC!!! OH GREAT SEVEN WHAT DOES HE DO?!
If Jamil is in the room, he himself is trying not to panic while trying to calm Kalim's panic. If only the Housewardens were in the room, one of the others will have to calm him down.
Kalim will do anything to save you, pay whatever it takes! Just someone tell him what to do.
Unfortunately, without an answer on what to do, he returns to Scarabia in a very worried state. Unknown to Jamil, Kalim has gone to the treasure room to be alone. But carpet went to keep him company.
He begins by thanking carpet for the company, while it tries to tell him that it can help save you. But as slow as Kalim can be, he only realizes later and even thinks the idea was his own.
He dashes out of Scarabia with carpet towards the hall where the wedding is taking place. And to get there, he ends up breaking a window since it's faster than going through the door.
He grabs you still on top of the flying carpet, to try to simply get you out of there, but the ghost guards manage to hit the carpet and make you fall. You fell with Kalim embracing you so you wouldn't be hurt.
And it's when the guards force the two of you apart that he starts to speak. He screams at them to stop the marriage because it's wrong. That one person cannot be forced to marry another.
But Princess Eliza says she needs to marry someone “princely”. Somehow, for some reason, she seas that in you.
“But why? Is that a rule? Because it shouldn't be! You should marry the one you love and not someone others think you should marry. Whether that person is a princess or a thief. Be someone you've known for years...” he points to the ghost guards “...or...” he looks at you “someone who just showed up in your life out of the blue and without warning. And who in just a few weeks became the most important person in your life.” he smiles at you, as if he forgets everything else around.
Princess Eliza stopped listening after that about the guards. And all that ending with her finding out she loved one of her guards happens.
In the end, Kalim gets emotional with the princess's marriage to the guard. Forgiving and forgetting the whole thing about your kidnapping. Chances are he's the type of person to cry at a wedding.
And he takes that opportunity to declare himself to you. Because that opened his eyes and he can't keep hiding his feelings anymore.
He couldn't stand the idea of you marrying someone else, because he started dreaming of marrying you.
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the americans: season 1.
dialogue prompts from season one of fx's the americans.
is your mom a good cook?
nobody really wears cowboy boots anymore.
do you play at all?
don't you worry about god?
weed burns my throat.
you don't have a family, do you?
do you want to talk about it?
i don't lie to you. i never have.
that's all you want to say?
i take it you're the guy i'm supposed to talk to.
how dare you? was it just to get back at me?
i was just trying to do right by you.
no point in going to bed.
it never really happened that way for us, did it?
i've heard so much about you.
i think we'll do great things together.
we manage fine on our own.
i try not to think about it too much, but today was hard.
you don't look like a burglar.
are you trying to get me killed? is that what you want?
what if you were followed?
one mistake. that's all it takes.
you think you understand everything so much better than i do. why?
i fit in just fine, but i remember where i came from.
history repeats itself, so you do have to worry about it.
how worried do we need to be?
you have to rely on yourself in this world, do you hear me? only yourself.
you never talk to me. why is it so hard?
it just doesn't feel like it did before.
i won't tell if you won't.
i feel like i'm standing on a diving board over a pool with no water in it.
i think we're both a little lonely.
i hope we'll be able to meet again.
i don't need you to fight my battles for me.
you are not my daddy.
you can't wait for the law to give you your rights. you have to take them. you have to claim them every second of every day.
you know what i wish before i fall asleep every night? that i'll wake up and not be worried.
everything that happens is my fault.
coincidence is god's way of winking at you.
i know where you are. i've lived it.
you already did it. there's no undoing it.
you think i owe you an apology.
i'm sorry i didn't kill you.
i don't make vows i can't keep.
i'll keep you safe.
you know, i envy you.
we'll disappear together, and they will never find us.
i was afraid you wouldn't come.
run. disappear. go where they'll never find you.
i missed you. i didn't want to.
i want us to be able to say what's true.
i don't think i should have gotten you into this.
i'm here because this is where i want to be.
i was thinking about when we first met. do you remember that?
we can get past this. it doesn't have to be like this.
we didn't take a vow to be unhappy.
you're kidding, right? i mean, this is a joke, isn't it?
i've waited my whole life for you.
i'd do anything for you. anything. all you have to do is ask.
just tell me one thing: is this real?
it's alright. it's over. the hard part's over.
i didn't want this to happen, but it happened.
things just got a little crazy, you know?
you got anything salty? pretzels or nuts or something?
you can't be married and not have secrets.
i don't see a lot of future in my sleep tonight.
you do not get to speak to me like that.
i may look dumb, but i'm not.
the world is a lot darker and a lot uglier than i think you know.
find somebody that'll love you for being so strong.
we all die alone. before that, we make choices.
to being free and easy.
what's a four letter slang word that finishes the sentence, "do you wanna ____?"
do you care about anything? do you love anyone?
not everyone is your enemy.
i admire your predictability. it's comforting.
there's nothing more satisfying than finding another loner to be alone with.
believing in people isn't easy for you, is it?
you really believe all that, don't you?
we see what we need to see in people. things that aren't really there.
i made a pro and con list.
i know you better than you know yourself.
you always did insist on the truth.
come home.
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Monster
Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader
Fluff // Angst // One shot
Summary: You and your boyfriend L get your hands on a lie detector test and decide to mess around with it during a date night. L is hooked up first and you ask him what his biggest fear is.
"What's your biggest fear?" you ask.
L pasues for a moment.
"Monsters. Especially ones who lie, their cunning and pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I was to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by them... because in truth, I am that monster".
(Actual quote from L).
The lie detector remains still, there was no change in heart beat, breathing or sweat levels. L was telling the truth.
"You are cunning, very cunning and because of that you're afraid of other liars because as one, you know how far they'll go to manipulate. You lie because you don't see anything wrong with it because you've repressed emotions like love and empathy. You've been isolated your whole life so you haven't had the chance to learn how to love".
"But you do have a strong understanding of why and how others feel since you constantly put yourself in the shoes of criminals, you can't predict their next move without determining how they feel".
"You didn't have to date me to learn the various ways you could take advantage of me, so why be with me? Now all that you can gain from our relationship is love, so why would you be with me if you didn't care about love?".
"We've been together for almost three years now and you've really changed. You're more upfront with your emotional needs, you've become more giving and are now brave enough to explore intimacy".
"Maybe you were a monster before, but I know you aren't anymore. I'm 100 percent sure if it".
L slowly raises from his chair and places his hand on your cheek, lovingly stroking it with his thumb. Tears were now trickling down his face, this was the first time you've seen L cry. He then collapses into your lap and starts sobbing.
You spent the last three years searching for L's heart and finally managed to find it despite how deep it was within him. You had now completely ripped it out of his chest which is something L's hands never had the strength to do.
"I-I...I" L chokes, "You're so precious too me, I can't believe...thank you for saving me, for loving me. I don't d-deserve you Y/N".
"Lawliet..." You softy quiver.
"I understand if you say no...but trust me when I say that I'll never ask anyone else this question" L says looking up at you.
"Tell me baby" you coo with tears welling up.
"Marry me... please...I never want... Please don't ever leave me" L cries.
"I would only leave a monster".
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I've been seeing this reels or tiktok videos about people who are so disarming face-wise or vibe-wise which causes random strangers to tell them all their secrets or trauma dump to them, so imagine a reader like that who's an executive of one of the toxic gangs in Tokrev like Kanto Manji/Tenjiku/Bonten. You're so disarming that your allies or even enemies end up telling you about your recent breakup or trauma when you didn't even do anything. You're just there like: 😀😀😀???
However, I can see your fellow executives encouraging it because of the useful information. Koko likes the idea of spending less money on informants, the Haitanis love the tea, and if you're in a gang with more ambitious people like Izana and Kisaki they'll weaponize you 💀.
Lmao oh the poor reader who ends up in that situation. They just want to hang out and have a good time but instead they keep learning everyone's darkest secrets...
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The first time you meet Izana is in the orphanage, he's new but is immediately drawn to you. You feel safe to him, different then how the others feel so of course he declares you as his servant right away. You felt a bit offended by that at first but went along with him anyway.
During the day time when the other kids are around, he's strong, a king. But when it's just the two of you he tells you everything. How alone he is, how much he misses his mum and Emma, how scared he is here. You just listen and hug him through it all, telling him it'll be ok.
He introduces Kakucho to you when he arrives, Kakucho who's just been told to forget his parents. That night, after Izana falls asleep, Kakucho breaks his word to Izana. Telling you all about his parents and what happened, about how he agreed to be Izanas servant too and about how he doesn't know what to do anymore. You soothe his fears and tell him that you'll be here for him too, the three of you together.
Over the next few years the three of you grow up together, following Izana. He founds the 8th gen black dragons but keeps the two of you away from it.
You're there for him when he finds out the truth about Shinichiro, you watch as he throws things around, smashing them and yells. Watch as he runs out of energy and ends up crying into your lap and chest. You're not entirely sure what to say in this situation but comfort him the best you can. He ends up falling asleep on you and you sit there, wondering what will happen next.
He threatens you when he wakes up, he does it often. He'll let you see his emotions then threaten you to never tell anyone about it. Though you both know he's bluffing, he couldn't hurt you.
Shinichiro dies and that terrifies you because Izana shuts down. It's the first time he won't talk or let his feelings out. You and Kakucho do your best to care for him but you can see it's not helping, nothing is changing, not until he arrives...
Kisaki is a strange boy. One minute he looks at you with warmth, like you remind him of someone or something else then the next he's glaring at you like he hates you. He refuses to be left alone with you, it's almost like he's afraid of something.
Izana invites you to join tenjiku, he wants you there and says you can be very helpful for him. Of course yoy say yes, you're just happy to see him like his old self again. But...things are different this time. He's back to opening up to you, emotions spilling out before he can stop them but you can tell he's holding something back.
You get to finally meet the others, the S62 members you've heard so much about. Shion immediately takes a shine to you, introducing himself and bragging about his past achievements, asking you if you want to see him fight. Mochi soon shoves him out of the way to introduce himself, he shakes your hand and says he looks forward to working with you. He seems so genuine in his words that you can't help but smile back. The Haitani brother's approach you from either side, slinging their arms around you and "welcoming you".
You think you've got them all figured out until that night and the next day. All four of them end up seeking you out alone and spending some quiet time with you. Telling out their insecurities and ambitions, letting you see more of them. All of them laugh it off after, saying they were just kidding around but you could tell they meant it.
After that you all fall into a comfortable routine of preparing to attack toman. The Haitani brother's want to know the latest gossip, Kakucho tells you about his worries for Izana, Mochi and Shion work with you, helping you get to people who's secrets tenjiku wants and Izana still confides you but without giving you details.
The day you attack toman, you're paired up with Shion. You have a good and bad cop kinda routine, where Shion beats them then you kindly help them back up and take care of their wounds. They spill all kinds of secrets to you while you help them. Everything from the structure of toman, to it's meeting spot, to it's members.
You meet Mucho and Sanzu later, the meeting itself is very formal but once again they seek you out later. Mucho get's onto the subject of Mikey and let's it slip about his guilt of choosing Izana. You're about to try comforting him when he realises what he just says and quickly leaves. Leaving you alone with Sanzu...
"What are you?" You flinch slightly when he speaks, forgetting he was even there. He tilts his head at you, curious as to why Mucho just told you that, why he let his guard down around you. More importantly he wonders if you could be helpful for other people, a way of being able to read what Mikey's thinking and what he wants. He walks away without another word, instead planning.
You meet Koko the next day, he's still hurt from Mucho and no ones even offered him any first aid. You sigh and fix him up yourself, he watches you intensely the whole time before muttering that someone called Inupi normally does this for him. He practically gives you his life story after you ask who that is, even Akane's name slipping out. You're both horrified after, Koko realising what he just said and you after hearing such a sad story. You're not sure what to say next so you tell him about your own childhood. The two of you end up as friends by the end of the day.
You're in your room one day when Kakucho suddenly barges in, frantically talking about a murder and how sorry he is for not telling you sooner. Your blood runs cold as you ask him to explain. "Kisaki and Izana planned what????"
You run to Izana after that, need to talk him, need him to explain. He must be so lost after that so he needs someone to talk to right?
Someone grabs you before you can climb up the stairs to him. Hanma. He has you by the waist, stopping you from interrupting Kisaki and Izana's conversation. Refusing to let you stop Izana from falling further into darkness and ruining Kisaki's plans.
You next see Izana at the docks, getting ready for the fight. He refuses to even look at you, too focused on the fight and Mikey then his own emotions. Instead you stand next to Kakucho, waiting for all this to be over so you can be alone with Izana.
Kakucho tells you to stay on the shipping containers while the fight goes on, you promise to stay and not move.
You nearly break your promise a few times, when you see each of the S62 fall or when Koko starts getting upset but you listen to Kakucho.
It's not until Izana starts losing it and arguing with Kakucho that you hastily climb down, running to him. But you never reach him.
Instead you see Kakucho get shot, you try to run to him, to get in front of him but someone catches your arm. Turning around, you see Sanzu stopping you from getting closer. Time slows down after that, Izana gets shot, the gun falls to the floor, Sanzu let's you go and you fall to your knees beside Izana and Kakucho.
You frantically try to stop the bleeding but Izana grabs your hands instead, holding them. Telling you his emotions for the last time and letting the rest of his secrets slip out. Kakucho reaching out to do the same.
You're not sure how long you kneel there, they both stopped talking already and you know they're both gone, telling yourself that you're imagining the warmth in Kakucho's fingers.
The Haitani brother's help you up but they don't keep you with them, instead guiding you over to Koko and telling the two of you to run.
The next day you wake up at Koko's apartment, where you hear the news. Running to the hospital you practically launch yourself into Kakucho's arms. This time you both tell your secrets, helping each other to cope with the loss of Izana and talking through it together.
When he's released from the hospital, you go to meet him so you can both pay your last respects to Izana. Then you both head to your apartment, looking after each other....at least until a tall man arrives months later looking for both of you.
#ok went a bit off track here ngl idk why this became so Izana centric or how we got here exactly but yeah it was fun#i went with tenjiku here but i think with other gangs and in different timelines kisaki would've had more of a use for the reader it's just#he saw them as more of a threat here and purposely avoided them to not let his guard down#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokyo revengers spoilers
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Undisclosed Desires - Part 35
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Joe Goldberg x female!Reader
Masterlist
Everything I've done, I've done for you.
But look where it led you, (Y/n). Look where it led us.
It's nine am. You are sitting on the bed, your back against the headboard and your knees drawn to your chest. You are looking at me with sharp eyes, showing no particular emotion.
“Did you hear me?” I say. “I asked if you wanted breakfast.” A pause. “You have to catch your plane tonight, so. Best to start the day, now. We still have a lot to do.”
“What about you?”
I shrug.
“My plane's tomorrow.”
“We have to be out of this place today.”
“I'll figure something out.”
“Joe.”
I look at you, really look, but I can't tell what I'm seeing. I don't know what you want from me. I don't think you know, either.
I step into the room, slowly, and sit down at the end of the bed. I'm giving you your space. Last night, I even slept on the couch.
“I've been thinking,” I say.
“You've been thinking?”
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Are you really afraid I'll kill you, if you break up with me?”
You shrug.
“And if you knew for certain I wouldn't, what would you do?”
You shrug again, then shake your head.
“I wouldn't break up with you.”
“Why not?” I ask. “I killed your mother. I followed you around and broke into your place. You said it yourself. You compared me to Mitch.”
“You're not Mitch.”
“I'm not going to change, (Y/n).”
You fall silent.
“Here's the thing. Last night, Nadia told me some things about your grandparents. You know what my first thought was?”
“To kill them.”
At least you know me. Maybe I kind of hate that you do.
But you need to. I need to show the worst parts of me right now, because I need you to see them.
“Yes,” I agree. “And I would have. I'd have gone over there right away, only I didn't want to leave you alone.”
I look at you, waiting for you to say something. To scream at me.
You don't. You say nothing.
I understand now, (Y/n).
Our relationship will never work if I only show you the best parts of me. I want to be perfect for you, but you are too smart to fall for it. You know there's a dark side. And so long as I keep it hidden from you, you will never know exactly what you want.
If I make you think I will ever stop protecting you, you might stay with me. You might stay with me for the person you fell for - the one you thought would never - but we'll just end up in this situation again down the line. You are too smart.
If I tell you the truth, show you the truth just today, you may leave me. But at least you'll live.
This is what I thought about last night. And also:
“I love you.”
“Okay…” you say slowly.
“Everything I do, I do to protect you.”
“I know that,” you whisper, and look down at the bedspread. “I know you think that.”
“I'm not going to stop protecting you. Not as long as I'm in your life. But I want you to have a life. So if you tell me to stop, to go away, I will.”
“I don't want that.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I don't know!” you shout, putting your hands on your head.
I won't take it personally. You are allowed to have feelings.
“Last night, you told me you hate me,” I say. “But that's not fair. I'm telling you who I am. The way I see it, your options are to hate me and break up with me, or to love me and stay with me.”
“Joe–”
“You can't have it both ways. You can't hate me and stay with me. It's not fair on either of us.”
“And what if I call the police?” you ask. “What about that option?”
“You tried to kill yourself last night,” I say, worriedly. “You're not in your right mind. You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Fuck you,” you spit at me. “You think they won't look into it?”
“Sure they will,” I say. “But I don't think they'll find anything.”
“If I leave you,” you tell me. “I'll never know what you're up to. What if you trick the next girl into believing the average Joe act? What if you kill everyone around her and then her? What then?”
“I would never hurt someone I love.”
“You're sick, Joe,” you say. “You need help.”
“I don't think so.”
You shake your head.
“So what? If I stay with you, I can't ever be mad at you? I can't ever show a negative emotion because it's not fair to you? Is that what you're telling me?”
“Not at all. I'm sure we'll have plenty of fights about the stupidest things. That's what couples do. But you can't blame me for protecting you if you know about it. If you choose it.”
“I can't agree to that.”
“Then I guess we're breaking up.”
“I don’t want that, either.”
“Figure out what you want, then,” I say. “What's your perfect scenario?”
“You don't kill anyone.”
“I don't just kill anyone. I only kill when I need to.”
“You're deranged,” you say. There is a disbelieving look on your face. “And you think I'll just go along with that?”
“I'll make you a promise,” I say seriously. “Not your grandparents. Not your family. Not so long as you go back to New York with me and stay there, out of their reach.
You laugh, unhappily.
“Well, fuck me, then! Guess I found the perfect man! You're going to kill people, but not my family! Guess that makes it all okay!”
“If you thought it was okay,” I say. “I would be very worried.”
“But you're not worried about yourself?”
“No.”
You lean your head back, staring at the ceiling, then close your eyes.
“If I break up with you,” you say. “I will never forgive myself. But what you're asking me… The way you want me to stay with you…” You shake your head. “There's no right answer here.”
“Nothing in life is exactly right,” I say. “There's just what you want, and what you don't. And I think you know what you want. I think you're just afraid to admit it.”
You look at me.
“You know what I want?” you say. “I want to stay in love with you. I want to stay so in love with you I can't think straight. I want to have sex every day and get married in a couple of years and have some kids who look like us because I'm selfish as fuck and you make me really happy, most of the time.” You take a breath. “But when I open a newspaper and see an obituary, I don't want to wonder if you had anything to do with it.”
“Then don't,” I say. “Don't wonder. Just ask me.”
“Just ask you?”
“Or better yet, I'll just tell you. No secrets.”
“No secrets,” you say. “Just like that? You have a billion secrets, Joe.”
“Not really. Not anymore.”
You stare at me.
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Analyzing Arcane: Vi
Last time we talked about Jinx. This time, I'm talking about Vi, Jinx/Powder's sister.
Vi, even at a young age, is given clear characterization as the more responsible, mature, has-her-shit-together sister out of the two. She's the one who told her sister keep your eyes shut while we're walking to safety. But even she can't hold it together when she sees her parents are apparently dead. It's upon Vander to help get them to safety, carrying the load. He can't carry their grief, but he can carry them.
We also see though that Vi has both equal hate for Piltover and it's high society pricks...and desire. She wants to go where those people are, as in the words of the Little Mermaid! And hey, compared to where they end up stuck, who wouldn't?
We also see that she's a clear, natural leader. She's the head of her little gang, and treats their thefts topside not just as simply a way to help pay the bills...but also as adventures AND a kind of "break" in an of itself. Them being up top is dangerous, but freeing.
We also see that despite the hardship she endured, it hasn't made her cruel or heartless. When Powder says that one day she wants to ride in one of the big, impressive zepplins flying by, Vi smiles at the thought...and when Mylo says "And one day I'm gonna shoot one of 'em down", she whacks his arm away. She clearly doesn't find THAT funny. He's not just being a little mean (given how he likes to bust Vi's balls you can argue he's going "yeah and I'll shoot your ship down when you get on it" to piss her off), he ruined the nice moment they were having. Way to kill the mood, Mylo!
When she sees Powder is afraid to jump to the next roof, she helps ease her over, and then catches her when she's just about to fall, showing she's still a responsible older sister figure. Her compassion, her responsibility, her natural leadership skills are all here...along with a bit of wit. Yeah, Vander will probably kick their asses if they screw up... "So DON'T SCREW UP."
We also see she prefers the direct route. They can't get the door they need open and Mylo says "I'm the only one who knows how to pick locks"...but Vi just "cuts the Gordian Knot" and kicks the door open. Problem solved. Now, granted...this ALSO shows a bit of recklessness, if someone HEARD THAT...they'd be in huge trouble.
We also see she's smart. She figures out, looking at all of the machinery in the room AND the complex equations on his chalkboard they must be in an inventor's house. AND she's also a skilled fighter, which we see when she fights off Deckard. Even when he's got a knife, her sheer FEROCITY makes him back down. Now, unfortunately things don't quite work out. Powder tries to escape with the loot they got...annnnnd she drops the bag while running from one of Deckard's goons. It understandably gets her friends kinda upset. But their father figure Vander's even MORE upset when he finds out what they did.
He tells Vi that the kids look up to her, and when you're the leader...you CAN'T be selfish. You have to put THEIR needs above your own, you have to be more responsible, more careful, because whatever happens is on her. Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, as the saying goes. And on top of that, violence in the end doesn't solve problems. It just makes more.
Later she has a talk with her sister, who thinks that maybe, she's just a jinx, worthless, of no help to the gang. Vi tells Jinx that truth be told, they all have bad days, and as long as they stick together...they'll be fine. But...she makes a mistake. When Powder shows off that she kept the jewels from their job...(which we, the audience know, cause EXPLOSIONS when they hit stuff), Vi tells her not to tell Vander about them. She's trying to protect her sister because Vander had said "nothing can tie you to that job topside or you'll get in trouble". The thing is...them TELLING Vander about this probably WOULD have been the smart thing. They'd find out what the things can do and either find a safe time to sell them, or they'd get rid of the things...and there wouldn't be any heartache later on.
Things go bad when Enforcers find them based off a tip from Deckard. Vi KNOWS Powder has the stones from up top, they gotta run...and run fast. They barely escape, but then Silco shows up not too long after. Ekko's father figure is killed, and Vander is taken. They know WHERE he's taken though and intend to get him back. There's just one thing...Powder wants to come.
But now, after all those talks with Vander AND him being taken away, Vi's thinking more carefully. If this all goes bad...she doesn't want to lose Powder. Even though she tells Powder "You're not ready", she asks Powder to stay behind, saying she couldn't bear for her to die if the rescue mission goes badly. She's trying to soften the blow. She also gives her a flare gun and tells her that if they come after her, shoot the flare and she'll come running.
Unfortunately Powder has kind of a fit. She angrily tosses stuff around and then she finds one of the blue gems and realizes "Wait, it makes stuff explode, I can use it to help save Vander"...only for it all to go downhill. What she does not only loses Vander, but kills Mylo and Claggor too. Vi's left with almost nothing...except the person whom she TOLD TO STAY HOME.
And...WELL, she lashes out.
And I get why. Vi has literally lost just about everyone but Powder, and Powder is the reason WHY she's lost just about everyone. All the built-up frustration, anger, disappointment she's been holding back not just because as the leader she needs to be strong but as Powder's sister...she CAN'T anymore. The love she feels for Powder turns to hate. Even when Powder uses her full name...
Which BTW, in writing is basically what you do to show things are really serious...
Vi can't help it. She calls Powder a jinx, saying Mylo was right about her...then she realizes "Oh my God I just hit my sister", looking down at her hands in horror.
She remembers what Vander said. Violence just makes more problems.
Boy was he right. But she's hurting right now. She's torn between her love for her sister, her horror at what she did, her horror at what SHE did, and her anger, and she just can't deal. So she walks off as Powder calls back that she needs her.
Vi, however...needs space. She needs space, she needs time to grieve, to process.
All she can do is slip into unconsciousness, assuming her sister is gonna die.
So...we've learned a lot about her. Despite how flawed she is, even when she was at her lowest point, the SECOND she sees her sister is in real, genuine danger she's immediately running off to try and save her and it's only INCREDIBLY BAD LUCK that keeps her from doing that. Remember, she has EVERY RIGHT to just be like "f--k her" after all Powder did, a lot of people WOULD angrily leave Powder to her fate.
But Vi loves her sister.
She can't just abandon her. Even after she's taken EVERYTHING from her. Because the core of Violet...is responsibility...and love.
Years later, Vi's changed a bit. She got way stronger...more buff...and tons of tattoos too. Caitlyn, an Enforcer from Piltover, goes to Vi and asks for her help, and Vi recognizes the particular GRAFFITI left behind at the crime scene. She'd know that monkey anywhere...it's Powder's.
So, Caitlyn busts her out of prison. And Vi naturally runs back to the Undercity. She's overwhelmed with emotions. It's like riding a bicycle, familiar, almost comforting.
Yet...also sad. Her best and worst memories are here, as she looks at what happened to Vander's bar. She tries to find out where Powder is, but by now Powder has changed SO much as Jinx...that basically nobody BUT Ekko has realized who she is. But the thing is, while she's gotten tougher...she's not invincible. She gets badly hurt, and Caitlyn saves her.
The good news is that Vi's hopeful. For the first time in a long time...she might get her sister back. That's when she meets Silco.
"What have you done with my sister?" "I have freed her. Candidly? I thought YOU were the prize of your family. But Jinx? Oh, she's more than I ever imagined!"
And the thing is...
Jinx has something. Something from her past.
The flare gun Vi gave her.
Despite how cruel and twisted she's become, Jinx has held onto the memory of Vi and what she represents. The hope...that Vi will come back to her and they can be sisters again. And Vi sees it.
Vi tries to apologize and Powder says she's changed, and Vi's not mad. "You did what you had to do to survive, what matters is we're together".
Unfortunately...this happy moment doesn't last. When Jinx sees Caitlyn, she begins to slip into a psychotic episode. Just when it looks like MAYBE Vi is getting through...Ekko's gang shows up and makes things worse. The sisters are separated yet again. And Vi finds out what's happened with Ekko.
It's a strong moment for them. Vi's just glad to see a friend. She thought he was gone too. Ekko's glad she's back, and he's also remorseful too. He thinks maybe if he'd gone with them, they could have saved Vander and Powder wouldn't be Jinx. Vi tries to tell him that for all he knows HE could have died too, or ended up perhaps another of Silco's goons. But she still thinks she can save her sister. She saw the recognition in Powder's eyes. She was CLOSE. She can do it.
Ekko shows her a mural...it's everyone they lost. All the ones they loved...and Powder is there too, because even though she's not gone...she is. Cuz Jinx pushed her down a well. Jinx works for Silco because she WANTS to.
But Vi insists...she has to try.
They find out that a pure gemstone is what Jinx wants for Silco. If they bring it back topside they can hopefully make some degree of peace, and bring Silco to justice. But Jinx uses butterfly bombs to attack when Caitlyn and Ekko get caught by Enforcers, and almost everyone BUT those two die. Vi, horrified that Jinx was so casually willing to kill, manages to get Caitlyn to safety and leaving Ekko to fight Jinx. Vi's clearly hurt that Jinx fires on her and Caitlyn, but she leaves all the same.
Later on, Caitlyn and Vi are bonding as Vi talks about her sister. She used to play a game where she and Powder would pretend to be monsters. Then the game turned into Vi chasing monsters away from Powder.
But then a real monster showed up...and Vi just ran. And Powder ran into the monster's arms.
Vi and Caitlyn present their findings to the Council. They tell them about Silco but the Council doesn't seem to want to intervene the way Vi wants.
Vi's naturally frustrated and furious. She went through all this, has possibly lost her sister AGAIN...and nobody's doing ANYTHING to help. Caitlyn tries to calm her down, but Vi says there's nothing they can do. It's oil and water.
Even them. Oil and water.
Even though Vi clearly doesn't want to believe it. She's obviously hurt. She allowed herself to dream of a better life...and instead she's left with disappointment. This is what happens when she gets her hopes up...they're dashed.
But...there's one person who seemed to listen on the council. Jayce.
And Jayce...has power fists.
She recognizes Jayce is someone Caitlyn trusts. If Caitlyn trusted him...maybe, just maybe...he can help. If they can trust down the shimmer manufacturing plants, where he makes the drugs...they'll shut HIM down. And Jayce is just as sick as Vi of doing nothing but TALKING ALL DAY.
It's time for action. Vi has decided to go the direct route...and just bust.
Down.
The door.
What's the time?
HAMMER TIME!
And it goes great! They beat the SHIT out of the shimmer-enhanced guards...
Until a stray shot from Jayce's hammer gun hits one of the workers and he realizes... "Oh fuck. FUCK. There's CHILD WORKERS HERE."
Jayce decides he simply can't keep doing this. Not if it means more kids might die. He'd rather make a deal with Silco. Silco gets his nation of Zaun if he shuts down shimmer production, gives over the gemstones and Jinx.
Caitlyn goes to blow off steam...by beating the ever-loving shit out of the enforcer of Silco who'd stabbed her before and nearly beaten her, whom Caitlyn saved her from previously. Now, all she pretty much wants...is revenge. And she's gonna get it in an act of symbolism...taking back Vander's bar. Starting from the bottom all over again.
She almost loses...but a vision of Vander speaks to her. Vi...Powder needs you. The Undercity needs you. You can't lose.
And she doesn't. She finally wins...and with only ONE power arm.
Just...when Jinx shows up to take her.
Jinx really seems to blame Vi for creating her...that her leaving is what made Powder into Jinx. Vi apologizes again for leaving and says NOTHING will stop her from being her sister. And as you might remember when I talked about Jinx...she's set up a unique dinner.
Silco and Caitlyn are there as prisoners. And Vi notices...Jinx has not only created DOLLS of Mylo and Claggor...she got Vi's favorite toy. The bunny Vi talked about someone tossing up into some phone wires that never came down. She's only NOW beginning to realize that Jinx's delusions might, just MIGHT...be far stronger than anything else. She's getting a peek behind the curtain and it terrifies her. And Jinx gives her a gun. "Make her go away". She says. She wants her to shoot Caitlyn...and Vi can have Powder back.
Vi pleas for Powder to stop. They can just leave. They never have to see Silco again.
Caitlyn gets hold of the gun and is gonna shoot Jinx, but Vi pleads with her not to. "She's still my sister". Even after EVERYTHING, Vi wants to believe Powder can still be Powder. That it's not too late for her. Unfortunately...Jinx gets the gatling gun back. Vi tries to plead with her to remember their family, while Silco gets hold of Jinx's gun. He's about to shoot Vi and Jinx in turn shoots HIM. As you may remember from the last time I talked about it, Silco lives long enough to tell Jinx she’s perfect just the way she is. The affirmation she always wanted from her family.
She sadly sits in the “Jinx” seat she’s labeled at the table…totally given in to the dark side.
“I thought maybe you could love me like you used to. Even though I’m different. But you changed too. So...here’s to the new us.”
Vi kept hoping, even after everything Jinx did...that her sister was still redeemable. That they could be happy again. But they can't. It's never, ever gonna be the same again. Jinx ignores Vi's pleading...and then decides to go launch a rocket at the Council Chambers at Piltover...
The big problem with Vi...is that love isn't meant to be unconditional. If you truly love and respect someone there ARE conditions. Responsibilities. You have to be open and honest, you have to really respect what both your partner or your family wants...within REASON. Because there's no such thing in real life as an unlimited right.
Jinx had chance...after chance...to show she could be stronger than her dark side. And Vi, over and over again, tried to do what was right, and to do the responsible, just thing. But the series keeps punishing her.
Watching this is rough. I'm not gonna lie. It gets hard to watch, knowing that no matter how hard Vi tries to do what's right, and to do right by her home and her sister, and the woman she's come to love...it keeps all getting f--ked up.
The tragedy of Vi is she's had far too many crosses to bear than anyone should. And keeps giving second chances to someone who proved they already had their third and FOURTH chance...and just chose to be selfish over everything else.
And to think...I'm not even at the SECOND SEASON yet. I'll dive into that later. Hope you all enjoyed reading.
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hello!! can i request for n25 kaito, meiko and luka confronting reader who is feeling very troubled and wants to disappear but she won't ask for help from her mafukanamizuena? platonic ofc <3333
thank youu!!!
Of course! Happy to finally see some VIRTUAL SINGER requests and I really just hope I got their personalities right soo I hope you enjoy this <3
N25! Luka, MEIKO, KAITO confronting reader
TagList: @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow
You were sitting in Empty SEKAI, it seemed that no one was close so you just layed there tiredly. What you didn't knew tho was that Luka made her way up to you.
"Taking a nap~?"
She spoke as if nothing specific was on her mind, with small smile as she sat next to you.
"If you don't mind, I wanted to talk about one specific topic."
"Sure! What's on your mind?"
"Tell me, why are you so afraid to reach out for help? From what I know, everyone from group wanted to help you. Especially Kanade"
She was rather straightforward but that's because she wanted to know the truth and maybe even help you realize that you're not alone.
When you stayed quiet, she took your hand in hers and gently rubbed the back of it to give you a bit of comfort.
"You can tell me. I can promise you that I'll keep this secret to myself~"
(She does indeed keep it a secret but she does say few clues in front of other members... but not enough clues to easily realize the truth)
MEIKO is known to keep her distance in SEKAI but right now you were laying in bed, thinking or talking to yourself to vent a bit and brown haired girl appeared on your phone. She immidietly made her presence known so even if you talked to yourself, she didn't heard anything.
"Y/N..."
"O-Oh, MEIKO! Hi, what are you doing here...?"
"I wanted to talk. I'll get straight to the point. I think you need to allow Kanade and others to help you."
When you stayed quiet, she did the same. She just stared at you waiting for your answer, so you don't have a choice but say something or you'll be left with her staring at you, waiting for your answer.
"I just... I don't want to..."
"Everyone are worried about you. Do you want me to tell them what you're struggling with? Or do you prefer to do it yourself?"
And in that moment, she gives you a choice. If you prefer her to tell them about if, she will say it as gently as she can. But if you decide that you'll tell them yourself, she'll do her best to support you through this time and help you get your courage to face them.
Of course KAITO noticed how you're avoiding confrontation with your group. He tried ignoring it for some time but of course he can't stay quiet forever so he finally confronts you the moment you're alone in Empty SEKAI and he's rather straightforward about it.
"Y/N. You need to tell your group about your feelings."
"What? But I don't really want-"
"You can't hide it anymore. You need to start thinking of yourself as well. After all, they only want to help you!"
That was the moment when you knew he's not going to let go so easily, but he also doesn't do it just to make your life worse, quite the opposite...
"Listen, I'm willing to help you but you also need to want this. They'll discover the truth eventually so I think it'd be better if you tell them yourself."
He's really determinated to help you through it and get your courage up to tell your group about your real feelings. He might've been pretty presistant right now but you can be sure that later on, he'll be more supportive but he'll also push you forward a bit whenever you stop in your tracks.
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ANALYSIS #3: 03/09/24
A new critter has entered the ring, a very goober-ish one indeed. Yours was a bit tricky to pinpoint, especially with my unfamiliarity of the characters you've chosen, but I think I've done a decent enough job for now. Hopefully you're able to find something that resonates.
What were those characters you picked anyways?
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Ahh, you're a very eccentric little fellow, aren't you? You seem quite fun, but the fun ones are always the most concerning. Why don't we try looking at your background first?
"LORE":
Loneliness is a feeling you know all too well. You've been backstabbed, abandoned, forgotten. Almost everything associated with the idea of being alone is something you're able to understand. Though, you're weird in a sense. You have friends, you're able to make conversations with people, but it never seems to last, does it? You're always the second option. The temporary friend. A tutorial guide, even. Left to built paths for others but never being given your own. You yearn to have the lasting relationships that come so naturally for others. All you really want is to be seen. By anybody. Somebody. Just one person would be enough.
And by gods, what in the seven hells is going on with your parents.
I might not have much proof for this one (other than Scaramouche, I suppose), but I have a specific feeling that one of your parents has abandoned you, either literally or mentally, and the other simply can't take care of you properly because of all the slack they're picking up from the other. They both either can't or don't pay attention to you. They never seem to fully support you or understand your needs. They're usually too consumed with their own lives or their own problems to recognize yours. Either that, or they attempt to but are too unstable to really give you what you what you need. They compare you to others. They expect you to follow in their footsteps but they don't even tell you how you're supposed to do that, let alone consider if that's something you want. You're left in the dust and then expected to find your way back home alone, but the truth is that you don't even know what home is. Home is where the heart is, but your heart has been kicked around so many times it can't tell left from right anymore. You just wanna know what home feels like. Why is home so much to ask for?
People tend to push you to the side. Most likely because you don't think the way they think. You're not the most logical person in a room, or at least not in the way people expect you to be. You're more experienced in emotions, feelings, and desires, not economics. You do have many skills, but you're never given the opportunity to prove yourself. These skills would be great in the real world, but the real world doesn't see the value in them without proof, which is the same proof they're preventing you from having. They even have the audacity to judge you for not having said proof. That's why you stay on the outskirts of life. You sit cheering on the sidelines while desperately hoping that one day you'll be able to join their games. That one day they'll realize you do deserve to be on the big screen. You swear you do. Why won't they let you play? Why don't you deserve that attention? What are you doing wrong? It consumes you.
I am afraid I can't do much to mend the empty tears in your heart, but I can try to identify the main ailments. Let's see what really keeps your mind pacing.
THE TRUTH:
You don't entirely feel human. You love people, you love making connections, but it's like there's something wrong with you. Like God cursed you to be indefinitely incompatible with the world. You try to embrace your differences. Confidence is always key, isn't it? It has to be. Because if it isn't, you won't have anything. Because if it isn't, all you will be left with is the intrusive fact that you will always be disconnected from the people you long to be next to. You know it, we both do. You're stuck in a loop of your own isolation and it is driving you mad by the second.
Despite being so in tune with your feelings, you have a lot of trouble verbalizing those emotions. You tend to have trouble knowing yourself in general, which is ironic considering how you're also unapologetically yourself. It's a weird mix to have, and it's confusing to even yourself. This confusion bleeds out into the rest of your daily life. You might accidentally make promises you can't keep. You're probably not the best at planning because of it. You also might need a lot of personal space to figure out your own thoughts. It's all just so confusing. You wish things wouldn't be so frustrating anymore.
What makes this worse is that you're actively ignoring the problems that you can recognize. It is inarguably evident. I can't blame you really, since ignoring them is all you're really able to do with what you've been given in life, but at some point you will need to confront them. You can only stay in a house engulfed in flames for so long. One day you will lose control, and all that will be left is an empty rage. And that's assuming you aren't already burning as we speak.
I'm afraid I can't even think of much more to add. The world has drowned you and in retaliation you are flaming. It hurts you, but you will do anything to make sure it hurts the world more, to make sure it feels the exact same pain it's given you. There's not much to add to such a self-explanatory tragedy.
I don't have a solution to aid something like this, but maybe showing you your own best traits would help restore your faith in humanity, even if it's only for a second.
YOUR BEST TRAITS:
You see the beauty in things that go overlooked by most. You have a genuine appreciation for the smallest things in life, and you want to do what you can to keep those things at their best. Not everybody is willing to take the time to notice these kinds of details, and then to make sure those details stay noticed and remembered? That's the kind of "Tender Loving Care" that can only be given through people like you. It's an important value, and you should make sure you remember that as well.
You bring out the best in people by being yourself. You help people let loose, and frankly everybody needs a little more of that in their lives. You're smart though. You know when to take a step back, you know your boundaries and stop when needed. You're empathetic and observant, and it makes you one of the greatest protectors anybody could have. People should be honored to have you on their side, because you'd go as far as you could to make sure the people you truly care about aren't left behind like you were.
Despite all the shit you've been put through, you do love the world. You want to live. You want to have fun. You want time know people. You're adventurous, you live in the moment, and you'll be damned if you don't try to make all your suffering worth it. Your passion shows throughout every aspect of you. Do not let go of that. It is what keeps you fighting and the world needs more fighters, especially in this decade. Just make sure you don't die a martyr. As honorable as it is, we cannot lose the few warriors we have. And you are one of the most priceless and irreplaceable warriors we have. Do not let the world take that away from you.
Also you'd be an awesome rockstar B}
And with that, I think I'll leave my thoughts here and take my bow.
With utmost gratitude (and hopefully utmost accuracy),
Dr. WZ
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Serious question: how is it possible not to feel like we're doomed after reading such discussions? Like, it's clear people just refuse to care about women at all. They only care about men who call themselves women
I gotta be honest. I'm optimistic. If you're naturally pessimistic then you are already dead in the water, that's just the truth. But also, I feel like real life is better than online. I've had multiple pleasantly surprising conversations because I wasn't afraid to speak up. You can't be afraid to voice your opinion. Also, I don't understand the sentiment of being afraid to lose friends because of your disagreement on trans rights. I'll happily lose anyone who tells me that lesbians can like dick. Not only do I not give a single shit, but I've done it before and would do it again. Value yourself more. You don't deserve to be around people like that. Cut them off. You're not losing anything. I'm not in agreement with my friends on trans rights, but I have told them what's what. One of them has come to me privately to ask me questions on my beliefs, and we had a very respectful discussion. The thing is, I think these discussions are better in real life. Idk what it is, but people are sweeter when you talk to them face to face. Repeating what people say back to them helps them see that they're being ridiculous. I told one of my friends that liking both genitals makes someone bisexual, and she completely agreed despite the fact you can probably guess what we were arguing about that would prompt me to say that. A few months ago, I was in a group of people my age and we were absolutely clowning on a boy in our class who had said that trans women belonged in women's sports and who had called our teacher a terf . One of the boys in our group had never even heard the word terf before. A lot of the good people are offline or aren't heavily engaged in this specific debate. You gotta remember that the grand majority of people are straight and thus don't spend much time thinking about gay or trans people. I asked my mother what she thought of trans people and she said she "doesn't think about it". Imagine that? Never once thinking about this? A lot of people aren't aware of what's going on. Do you remember super straight? Straight people caught a whiff of the nonsense that trans people spout about sexuality and they went OFF. There's a lot more animosity towards the homophobia and misogyny of the trans movement than you think. Riley J Dennis' video about genital preferences was FILLED with people disagreeing with him and saying he wants everyone to be bisexual. Genuinely not a positive comment in sight. If you repeat trans rhetoric to regular people, there's a fairly good chance they'll think you're joking around. People want to be good. They take things at face value. A trans person say this? It must be true! They'll hit the 'like' button on trans positivity posts. But if you just challenge them a little bit then they almost always crack, in my experience. A literal perfect example is during the argument between my friends I mentioned above. One of them quite literally said "I've been agreeing with what you guys have said so far, but after hearing what [me] had to say, I agree with that as well." Like. You CAN'T be a coward. I remain positive because I don't think that things are as bad as a lot of you guys think. I genuinely really don't. I have so many more positive things to say, but I'm feeling burnt out so hopefully this makes you feel better, anon ❤️
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Hi! Do you remember Sam saying that "lestat needs to understand it's his fault all people he turned into vampire left him" including Gabrielle and Nicki. Do you agree with him? Because unless they'll majorly change dynamics between Lestat and Gabrielle and Nickistat it's not his fault? Gabrielle and Lestat couldn't stay together because they ultimately needed different things and I always felt they understood that, and Nicki was mentally ill... I'm honestly scared how they'll spin those relationship because they changed a lot from loustat dynamic in IWTV (book), while they added more romance, they added more physical abuse too and outcome turned out completely different (in book there's grey area concerning Claudia murdering Lestat, in show he deserved everything and way more etc) I just really hope they know what they're doing. I saw too many takes and theories how bad Lestat was to Nicki and Gabrielle, and if those turned out to be true I don't know what to do. I get that Rolin wants character redemption arc, but the way lestat's character morally made way worse for that is not a good thing IMO. Lestats antagonistic role in first book was more because of Louis general misunderstanding of lestats character, who he truly see in the end of the book. In the show Louis knows way more about Lestats past already AND lestats way more awful to Louis and Claudia. It can't be simple miscommunication (in simplifying terms). So I truly trust Sam with lestats character but I don't trust writers and unfortunately Sam can't influence them (at least majorly) Basically I'm afraid of them making Lestat even MORE removed from book!canon for the sake of future arc when there's no need for that
Sorry for the rant, but you're one of my favorite blogs in fandom, and your answers always do thoughtful, I thought I'd share my concerns with you
Glad you like my blog!
Tbh, I differ a bit with the judgement of Lestat being removed from the books... The show pulled all the subtext up (*ducks away from Sam*), not just the implied sexual components, but also in regards to the abuse. The abuse is in the books, it's text, it's good to remember that.
And Lestat can be quite capricious, and an ass, and he is a killer. They all are. I don't think he is that much removed from book!canon actually, especially when you consider that... we haven't even seen the real Lestat yet.
The only(!!!) "real" Lestat we get in season 1... is "Come To Me". And if you look at the text there, it is surprisingly insightful, I've written about it here (and I'll go over it in today's chapter of 'Laden').
Louis is telling us his story, for an effect. He wanted to omit Lestat in Paris, and for that he had to be dead, and it had to be inevitable for him to be dead. The reason for this interview is still unclear at this point, though I believe it has a lot more to do with Daniel and Armand than the need for an actual second interview^^.
I'd be very careful with theories and metas taking only what is the "first level" of it all at face value, namely what Louis is telling to Daniel. That is a tale, and that tale has already been broken apart at the end of episode 7. Was it all a lie? No, most certainly not.
But it was not the (whole) truth either and told for an effect.
So, I'd... suggest not to fret just yet.
From what I've seen and what I've heard... there is literally no reason to worry. 😅
None.
For all the characters btw, not just Lestat.
I think they did their homework, and magnificently so, too. That will show in all the relationships, in the one to Gabrielle and Nicolas, too, but... remember we are likely on Lestat's POV then... and that will be massively different.
The writers are playwrights, let's let them tell their tale :), and then we can judge after.
But I'm not worried at all tbh. Just giddy.
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"I always have hope for better days! Louis is not a father and the truth must come to light one day, Harry is gay and at one point he can't stunt anymore without it hurting his image more than coming out would." I really wish I shared your positivity but celebrities will go to the ends of earth to hide their sexuality. I'm dreading them getting married and having kids with women as a more permanent situation so they won't have to stunt with multiple women anymore and will be able to keep their sexuality a secret. I know that sometimes they act like they want to CO but younger people usually do fight, and then as they get older they give up. Do you ever worry about their mental health getting so bad that they give up fighting altogether? I do. I wish I could be more hopeful but after seeing the extent other celebrities go to. It's scary. I also want to bring up something that I haven't seen other anons mention to you in regards to the closet and older HW celebrities. I think some older closeted celebrities stay in the closet because they've taken part in illegal activities and I imagine they don't want to CO because then people will start digging and it'll open up pandoras box. Like Ph*lip Sch*lfield for example. He was always thought to be closeted and gay and then he was practically forced into CO and it came out he slept with an underaged boy. I imagine some older closeted people are afraid of this. It's why Ge*rge Cl**ney will never CO and possibly Leo who is friends with some dodgy people. Too many skeletons that could be exposed.
Hi, anon!
There is nothing that's telling me that H and L wants to keep their sexuality (and their relationship for that matter) a secret. A secret they never want to see the light of day. Neither of them act very protective of their secret, they seem to self-sabotage a lot if that were the case. Like Louis singing 7 and i love him, i hate it and Harry refusing to label his sexuality and claiming that his friends and family know (peculiar thing to say if you're straight, even more peculiar thing to say if you want to keep your sexuality a secret). They are feeding the speculation all the time, they are also feeding larries. They know the less they feed us, the less harshly they'll have to be closeted. Still they keep doing it, so that tells me they're still fighting in the ways that they can. I don't think H and L wants to be closeted. It's not their choice.
I agree that older closeted celebrities have their reasons for being closeted, it probably varies a lot why. I don't think everyone still closeted is a secret predator or groomer. A celebrity coming out might out other celebrities (or make it more difficult for them), it might reveal lies, it might shed a different light on situations and it begs the question if someone partook in closeting them. If it's big powerful people or companies, it can be a can of worms. I think most older celebrities still enjoy their reputation and respect, and they're afraid it will be lost if they come out. So there is many different reasons why they stay closeted.
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Text title: lies
I have two rings of five crows,
Flying, jumping, screaming, singing,
I'll let them be.
I'll take care,
So they won't go away.
Mortified of what would happen if they flow,
What would I say?
I'd be honest if I could really,
But this place is a bit too hostile for me.
Obligated to tell these lies,
I'm afraid that otherwise I'd be planning my own demise.
I'll weave the lies through the truths,
I'll make a spiderweb of them.
An artwork,
That must be it,
I'll keep the truths deep underneath.
So I'll have fun pretending,
Dancing through my own lies.
Screaming through your fences,
No, I'll be quitet
Jumping through my own words,
No, I'll sit still.
I'll be your most precious puppet,
Just give me the command.
Tell me what to do,
I'll listen,
Or atleast pretend.
I'd behave to all your rules if I could,
Follow the same path you took,
Like I should.
Do the same things you did,
Because you think I'm acting like a giant kid.
You think that I'm stupid,
That I don't understand.
Just because you have the upper hand.
But there is something,
I haven't told you yet,
'Cause I'm afraid it's something,
That you'll never get.
So for now I'll be your most precious puppet,
Hope that will make me less of a target.
Yes, some day I'll be your biggest disappointment,
And you'll hope it will only be for a moment.
I'm spoiled and lucky,
'Course I understand,
But that doesn't mean I have to follow your very command.
You think I don't act right and am so bad,
But I won't let you keep me down,
It would drive me mad.
I'll keep wtiting these silly melodies,
Or I'd neglect all the possibilities.
Out of a hole,
These words seem to creep.
I will keep writing,
I'll always keep writing,
Perhaps these fears could eat some words,
Instead of me.
But there's a limit to the lies I can speak,
You can go ahead and call me a freak.
I'm not brave at all,
Nor am I strong,
But you demand me to be rude and that just feels so wrong.
You're a fucking hypocrite,
Don't you see?
You were hurt the same,
So why can't you just let them be?
There's a limit to the words I can fake,
Hope for that I won't be burned on the stake.
I'll weave the truths through the lies,
I'll make a spiderweb of them.
A filled canvas,
It will be,
I'll stay hidden,
But I won't lose me.
So I'll have fun pretending,
Dancing through my own lies.
Screaming silently,
While loving myself endlessly.
Jumping through my words,
Hoping I won't be put through your swords.
Swimming through an ocean,
So I won't be frozen.
These truths are made of sharks,
Perhaps they'll bite,
But I'll proudly show the marks.
I'll be your biggest disappointment,
It's a ticking time bomb.
I don't want it to explode,
But that's outside of my control.
So for now I'll be your most precious puppet,
Hope that will make me less of a target.
Yes, some day I'll be your biggest disappointment,
And you'll hope it will only be for a moment.
I have two rings of five crows,
Flying, jumping, screaming, singing, I'll let them be.
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"I'M AFRAID YOU'RE IN TROUBLE"
This story is based on Loki episode 2X02. I hope you like it!
X-5 knew she had screwed up.
Trying to escape to another timeline to escape the God of Deception was a terrible plan. Still, it was the only one she had. She went down one of the alleys until she stopped behind a corner. She looked out to see if she saw him and breathed a little easier when she didn't.
Suddenly she heard a draft behind her and turned around, just enough to see the God dressed in a very elegant tuxedo.
-What class you have, Loki. Are you going to the opera?
-I'm glad you like it - she said, opening her arms on both sides of her body - I put it on specifically for you.
-How thoughtful - she smiled, pausing - Are you going to kill me now or should I keep running?
-If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already - he said, getting a little closer, cornering her against the rock wall - I want you to tell me the reason why you are running away from me
-Do you really expect me to explain it to you just like that? I have my pride too
He smiled and instantly, she noticed how two pairs of hands grabbed her by the arms and held her back so she couldn't escape. She turned around for a moment to see two shadows with long, pointed horns holding her. The God watched her for a moment with his hands in the pockets of his suit before speaking again.
-Will you tell me now? - he whispered - Or should I use other methods of persuasion?
-I would like to see you try - she rebuked, trying to get rid of the grip of the shadows - I'm not afraid of you, you know?
-Oh believe me, I know -she confirmed- no dear, that feeling is too light for you -she murmured- I sense something stronger
-I don't know what you're talking about, but as I think about it, could you tell your shadows to let me go? They hurt me
-You're not going to move from here until you tell me the truth
-What truth? -she asked, although she felt the grip on her wrists loosen a little-
-Why are you running away from me?
-Because I can't identify how you make me feel -she blurted out suddenly causing the God to open his eyes wide-
-That wasn't the answer I was expecting -she approached outlining the curve of his face with her fingers-
-You don't understand, sir -she answered respectfully- if the TVA finds out, they'll fire me and return me to my timeline -she paused- I don't want to go back there
-Loki -she said-
-What? -she asked confused-
-Loki, that's my name, no sir -she smiled- it makes me feel old
-YOU ARE old, Loki -she announced earning a cold look from him- you've been here since before humanity was born
-I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that -she replied tilting her head- and as for your job… -he whispered- there's no need for them to find out
She opened her eyes wide
-Are you crazy? We can't have a relationship in secret
-We can try -she said- What do you say?
-Okay, we'll do it but I warn you that I'm not easy
-Don't worry -she smiled- I'm used to difficult things
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