#anyways back to being absolutely slaughtered by finals

[manila-bean]

doctor who AU because hyperfixations be damned

[aviawrites]

the rage of a harkonnen (dune: part two)

pairings: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Fem!Reader

summary: The Emperor’s second born daughter, Harauna, has never been truly seen by her father; Her light always being dimmed by the shine of her older sister, Irulan. As Maud’Dib continues fighting on Arrakis and her father’s spot falls farther into jeopardy, Princess Harauna sees an opportunity to finally find her place in the Imperium…Wife of the possible Emperor, ruling alongside Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. (3.9k)

a/n: i’ve already seen this movie twice and i’m going again😛 austin’s performance is so compelling, i couldn’t take my eyes off of him whenever he was on screen. i hope you all liked feyd-rautha as much as i do…otherwise i may be crazy. anyway, as always, ur interaction is greatly appreciated, ily<3

warnings: blood, death, abuse

in this story, yn is: Harauna Corrino (Harkonnen)

10191 // month 1 // 📍kaitan 

“Paul Atreides is not our only prospect.” Reverend Mother Mohiam reveals, standing before you and your sister. “The Baron’s youngest nephew, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, will inherit Arrakis. He may be the answer.”

Your eyes open wide, the name itself sending shivers down your spine. You, along with all of your family, knew of Feyd-Rautha - Knew of the Sadistic Harkonnen, known for slaughtering anyone who challenges him, even his own people. 

“Feyd-Rautha?” Irulan furrows her brows, “He’s psychotic.”

“That’s irrelevant. The question is…can we control him?” 

You stare up at the Reverend Mother’s black veil, an idea striking you.  

Since a child, it’s always been Princess Irulan - The Emperor’s daughter. Irulan will inherit the thrones, Irulan will marry Paul Atreides, Irulan will rule the empire. Never once has your father taken the time to look at you. Never once has he asked the Reverend Mother how you are as a Bene Gesserit. If he did, he’d come to learn that you’re just as equipped to take on the role of Empress as your sister. 

You know what you know - You know how impossible it is to ever be worthy of attention in your father’s eyes. The sound of marrying the prince, possibly the future Emperor, doesn’t seem distasteful. Is he a terrible man, yes. May he turn out to be a worse husband, yes. But God forgive you if you choose being the possible ruler of the empire over being second best. 

“I will marry Feyd-Rautha…” You suggest, coming out as more of a squeak. 

Their eyes dart to yours, Irulan’s gaze feeling more like knives piercing your head.

“Young Harauna-“

“No.” Your sister interjects, turning your body toward hers. “Are you crazy? Feyd-Rautha is the last man you need to marry.”

“Irulan, I want to.” You push back, your voice low. “He may be Emperor one day, we need to secure that opportunity. Do we not, Reverend Mother?”

“We absolutely do, Harauna.”

Irulan’s jaw hangs open, looking between the two of you.

“Are you serious? Reverend Mother, you know Feyd-Rautha. You’ve seen him with your own eyes - You want Hara anywhere near that?”

“She’s thinking of the Imperium, Irulan. Should Paul Atreides be alive, he will want the throne.”

“Feyd-Rautha won’t go down without a fight…” You finish for her.

“Precisely. If he loses, Paul will have a bride awaiting him.” She gestures to your sister. “But if he reigns supreme, he’ll have a Corrino by his side.”

Irulan only shakes her head, disbelief glossing in her eyes. 

“Hara…”

“Sister, I need to do this.” You whisper, softly squeezing her hands. “I can’t make decisions like you…I’m not you.”

“W- What does that mean, Hara? I don’t understand-“

“If I get in line for the throne…” You begin. “If I secure a spot for myself in the Empire, I will be nearly equal to you in father’s eyes. I’ll mean something to someone.”

A tear threatens to fall as she struggles to find words. 

“You mean something to me.” She shrugs, now wondering if that holds any value to you. “If I lose you to the Harkonnens…If I have to stay here alone while you’re on Giedi Prime I don’t know how I’ll-“ She quickly wipes her eyes, taking a breath. “I don’t know how I’ll survive this impending war without you, Hara.”

You tilt your head, bringing your hand to Irulan’s cheek. 

“Write to me, Irulan.” You smile, forcing back your own tears as you solidify this departure in your head. “Send messages to Giedi Prime, will you? Write them like you do your entries and I swear to you I’ll read each one. No matter what happens with the Harkonnen’s, I’ll always have my sister back home on my side, right?”  

A thick silence falls upon the three of you, Irulan fighting between perplex and terror as her hands began to quiver in yours.

“I’ll alert the Emperor.” Reverend Mother says, leaving the two of you.

Alone, your sister pulls you into an embrace, one of the tighter ones. She allows her tears to land on your garments, her shoulders trembling as small whimpers escape her lips.

“Don’t do this, Hara.”

10191 // month 3 // 📍giedi prime

“On your birthday of all days. The Baron should know better than to jeopardize his soon to be Planetary Governor in such a public manner. You could’ve died.” 

“I would not have died.” Your husband fiddles with his blade.

“All slaves should be drugged, should they not?” You remind him. “It’d have taken only one swift slash of the Atreides’ blade and The Baron would’ve lost his heir. He’s insane.”

“Careful, wife.” He warns, “The Baron is flawed but his promises are rich.”

“What could he possibly promise you that’s more important than the entirety of this planet?”

He stares, his eyes scanning you up and down as a small smirk grows on his face. 

“The entirety of Arrakis.” 

Creases form on your forehead, your words coming out as stammers.

“…He promises you…Arrakis?”

“If I manage to control spice production.” He explains, reveling in your dumbfounded expression. 

Your mind immediately imagines your life on Arrakis, a fate you’ve never considered. The plan was to marry Feyd-Rautha, be by his side when he defeats his opponents, have your father kneel to him, and rule the Imperium from the planet of the Harkonnens. But now, thoughts of working from the dune covered planet makes the hair on the back of your neck rise. 

“But-“ You clear your throat, “Um - Is that not Rabban’s job?”

“Rabban failed.” He seethes. “He humiliates house Harkonnen with each Fremen attack he allows. With me ruling the mission, there will be no more.”

“What’s the plan? Once you’re on Arrakis who’s to say my father won’t order you out? What if he doesn’t like how you handle-“

“The Emperor has a set fate too, Harauna. If we were to expose what he did to the Atreides’, the houses would explode. A rise against the Emperor would ensue.” He nears you, looking down at your wide eyes as he bares his blackened mouth. “The throne would be ours to take.”

You don’t know if he meant to admit to what he’s admitted to. Though, you have no doubt he’d tell you his plans to kill your father to your face, indifferent to what you might think. But even Feyd-Rautha should have some sort of limit, shouldn’t he?

“Feyd…” You murmur, “What will happen to him? What will happen to my house? My Reverend Mother, my sisters? They’re innocent they don’t deserve-“

He rolls his eyes, turning away in the midst of your oration. “Princess Harauna asks too many questions.” He returns to his spot across the room. “If you want to sit next to me as Empress, I suggest you straighten out a bit, hm?”

10191 // month 3 // 📍giedi prime

14 hours later 

Feyd-Rautha’s room reeks of deceased Harkonnen bodies and dried blood as you storm in, a scowl on your face. 

Inside, you see your husband squatted by a dead servant, one that if you look too close you may realize is an acquaintance of yours. 

‘FEYD-RAUTHA RABBA HARKO-‘ He’s carved into her pale white skin, his letters bleeding into each other.

The Princess Harauna 3 months ago would scream at the sight. She’d turn and run, alerting her Reverend Mother and father that a cold blooded murderer has gotten into your home. Only…this is home. The man carving names into bodies isn’t a stranger, not an intruder, but the man you married. 

Though you’re not sure he knows it, seeing as you can practically taste the Bene Gesserit on him.

You shove, hard, knocking Feyd-Rautha off balance and onto the concrete floor.

“What the-“

“Seriously!?” You shout, watching his bewildered expression looking back at you. “You’ve not been of age for one whole day and you’ve already betrayed me!”

“You watch yourself, woman.” He warns you, spite in his eyes. 

“I can smell her on you.” You say, knowing all of the signs of a Bene Gesserit’s work, and a sexually vulnerable Feyd-Rautha. “She could be carrying your child!”

Your husband quickly calms himself, seemingly deciding not to waste energy on someone like you. On someone like his wife.

“Would you stop that yelling?” He mumbles, turning and beginning to smear the blood across the mutilated arm.

“How dare you.” You scoff. “I’m meant to be your princess. I’m meant to be your queen Feyd-Rautha! Not some girl who was on a mission. A Bene Gesserit who was here to test you and didn’t want you for more than one night-“

“You’re not any better!” He rises, his demeanor changing like night and day in a split second. 

The minute he gets angry, his energy dominates the room. “Don’t you ever think you’re a better woman for being a power hungry leech who called dibs on the heir before anyone else.” He jabs, lowering until he’s in your face. 

Your jaw hangs open, offense quickly overpowering the fear that you often feel in the presence of an angry Feyd-Rautha. Or any Feyd-Rautha, at that. 

“I don’t need you.” Your eyes pierce his, flames igniting in yours. “I’m the Emperor’s daughter, I was second in line for the throne. If anything, you needed me to get to where you-“

The wind is knocked out of you as your husband grabs your neck, instantly cutting off your words. He grins, nearly frothing at the mouth as he always does at the slightest hint of violence. He feeds off of violence, in the face of which most people quiver he greets it with a big smile, he yearns for violence, he is violence.

“I needed you, huh?” His face about brushes yours, his saliva dripping onto you. “I wasn’t at home being neglected by daddy, Harauna. I wasn’t the second choice. I didn’t need to marry to get power. I wasn’t worthless.” 

He’s entranced, his hand on your throat tightening with each sentence until you’re sure it’ll snap. You claw at his stained hands, collecting the blood of his servants under your nails.

“Husband-“ You croak, feeling the pressure in your head increase.

Feyd-Rautha only smiles, adrenaline rushing throughout him as he contemplates letting this be the end of you. Maybe he should rid himself of this royal burden before she sits with him at the top.

“Know your place, princess.” He whispers before letting you go with a shove. 

You drop to the floor, crashing into the bloody bodies on the ground and fighting for your pipes to reopen. You frantically heave as he looks down at you once more, evil in his eyes, before he leaves you where you are. 

Weeps escape you, feeling selfish as you cry in the presence of women who got it much worse. 

But you don’t dare complain. For you asked for this. Your sister warned you, your logic warned you. Nevertheless, in times like this, the possibility of being ruler of the Imperium outweighs the possibility of dying due to your attempts. 

“Be the worst position in the highest room.” Your father used to tell you, “For some never make it to the room.”

10191 // month 4 // 📍starship 

The low hum of the frigate gives the cold ambience some character. Rabban lounges across the kitchen table, his feet up on the marble. Your husband sits a few chairs down from you, sheathing and unsheathing his blade, creating a repetitive sound for the two of you to suffer through.

“Princess Harauna.” You hear as the grand doors within the starship open. A servant enters, seemingly a younger version of the Baron, with a thin metal tube in his hand. 

The big man hands it to you, bowing slightly before shuffling away.

“Say thanks to the piggy.” Feyd-Rautha teases, a devilish grin on his face.

Rabban slightly chuckles as you eye your husband, sighing before opening the letter.

“To my sister, Hara.” 

Your eyes gleam, seeming to scan faster and faster the more and more you read. The two men in the room with you don’t seem to notice, mindlessly engaging in their own boredom as the ship heats up in the weather of Arrakis. 

You shut the tube with a click, looking down at it as you weakly attempt to process what you’ve just read.  

“Paul Atreides…is coming.” You reveal, catching the attention of Rabban and Feyd-Rautha. “He makes his way from the south.”

“Paul Atreides is dead.” Rabban corrects you. 

“He didn’t die in the attack-“

“I know that, woman!” He abruptly shouts, banging the table. “I saw to it myself, him and his mother died in the-“

“Sandstorm.” You finish, much quieter than he began. “But he didn’t.”

Your husband has turned his body toward you, now intently listening.

“They live - And they challenge my father now.” You look up at the two of them, “Him. He must be this Maud’Dib, this Lisan-Al-Gaib. Who else would it be?”

“Wait,” Feyd speaks up, “Challenge your father for what, exactly?”

You meet his gaze before reopening the letter, searching for the Irulan’s line on the challenge:

Paul Atreides will arrive unannounced when we land in Arrakis in a challenge for the throne.

Rabban shakes his head. “There’s no longer a need for the Emperor on Arrakis.” He misses the point, “We’ve got the spice production under control. The old bastard can stay home.”

Feyd-Rautha leans his elbows in his knees, looking up at you with that same evil look he gets whenever a dangerous plan arises.

“Atreides’,” He thinks aloud, “They’re little rats. Insects that keep popping up no matter how many times you exterminate.”

“Should I alert the Baron?” Rabban asks, speaking quicker than his acute brain can think. 

“You will do no such thing.” Feyd demands, conjuring up his plan in his much more suitable brain. “Since the Emperor is deciding to pay us a visit despite the work l've done here…Maybe the Atreides' will do the bloody work for us. Keep us in the good graces of the Great Houses."

Bloody work, he says. The exposure and diminishing of your father’s name he means. 

“Brother.” Rabban counters, “The Atreides’ - The Fremen - They’ll have us outnumbered. Uncle should be aware-“

“You will do no such thing.” His brother orders, now loosely pointing his blade toward Rabban. “The throne is mine therefore the throne is yours. The Baron won’t make Harkonnen the greatest house, brother. I will.” He leers.

“Husband,” You voice reason, seeing all of the ways you could lose your promised spot to this scheme. “If it comes to a fight and Paul beats you-“

“He won’t beat me.”

“But if this challenge doesn’t go our way,” You hypothesize, “We could lose everything. Paul Atreides won’t let my father live, not after what he’s done. My family will hold no power, my sister will be-“

"I will remain unharmed, will I not? As will my brother.” He redirects. “Are we not your biggest concern anymore? Are we not your family, Harauna?" 

…

The ship gets hotter and hotter as you near Arrakeen. Feyd-Rautha meddles with his torso buttons on the opposite side of the room as you stare at the screen in your bedroom, broadcasting the sandy terrain of the new planet.

“What would your plans be as Emperor, Feyd-Rautha?” You query, eyes locked on the family owned land.

He sighs as he always does when you open your mouth, as if nothing his wife says is worthwhile. 

“Princess Harauna asks too many questions.” He repeats.

“Just answer me…Please.” You urge, the question having appeared in your mind minutes ago and hasn’t stopped nagging since. 

“What do you think my plans are, princess?” He turns toward you, his dark and threatening eyes seeming to dim the entire room. “I’m going to make the entire Imperium Harkonnen. Our family will be the most powerful spice harvesters anyone’s ever seen.” He begins, “I’ll give my Empress a child, grow our empire, and teach my princeling how to rule.”

You listen intently, trying your hardest to envision your life going from Princess of Kaitan, to wife of the heir, to Empress of the Imperium beside Feyd-Rautha, of all men.

Be the worst position in the highest room.

Your husband goes on. “Caladan will be a thing of the past. Atreides will be a thing of the past. Harkonnen will be the great house and any others will just be…Maud’Dib.” He chuckles.

“‘Your Empress’...” You point out, never having heard your name. You only wish to hear where you and your family stand in his master plan. “Would it be me?”

He gives you his undivided attention, letting go of his leather vest. “Why must you talk so much about things that don’t matter?” He asks, true indifference and apathy in his tone.

For some never make it to the room.

“…Is it me or no one?” You speak up, your voice frantically running before your mind can catch up. “Is it me or death, Feyd-Rautha?”

Your attitude shifts in the middle of your sentence as you realize where you’ve heard these exact words before.

“You or no one, Irulan.” Your father would say, stroking your sister’s hair while the rest of you sat and waited for nothing. 

Never in your life did you plan to sit in a Harkonnen’s bedroom and beg for his approval. For his confirmation that you were his. 

But here you are, begging the worst of men to love you the way The Emperor never did. The way he never will. 

“In two moons I will be Emperor.” Feyd-Rautha strides toward you, holding your hands in his as he bores. “Harauna Harkonnen will be next to me.”

A smile grows wide on your face; An odd, yet full, feeling of acceptance spiraling throughout you.

His eyes suddenly seem to get even darker as his grip on your hands morphs into a crushing clutch. “For as long as she knows her place, she will remain.”

Ice replaces the once warm feeling in your veins. Your smile fades as his grows, watching the fear in you rise with each squeeze of your fingers. Tears form in your eyes as the reality of your situation sets in once more as it has over and over since you step foot on Giedi Prime.

But you don’t dare complain. For you asked for this. Your sister warned you, your logic warned you.

10191 // month 4 // 📍arrakeen

two days later

You all stand completely still, your heartbeat seeming to be louder than the atomics outside of the Emperor’s structure. Inside the ring of Sardukaur lies your family; Irulan hiding behind your father as Maud’Dib, in front of your eyes, holds a blade over the Baron.

You and Feyd-Rautha stand alone across the walkway, your husband seemingly hypnotized by Paul Atreides as he plunges it into his uncles neck. Your hand resting on Feyd’s lower back vibrates as his breathing heavies, being just as amazed by Paul as you are. 

The both of your mouths hang open, and for once, you and your husband seem to be on the same page. Paul begins barking orders at your father as you bring your lips to Feyd’s ear, speaking in a hushed whisper to not interfere with the daring Paul Maud’Dib.

“In the event of your death…” You begin. He slightly cocks his head toward you, listening. “Would you have me marry him?”

Paul gives one last daring look at the sea of people standing against him, though, he seems as fearless as your husband as his expression never wavers from stone. 

“Is he worthy?”

Feyd-Rautha doesn’t so much as flinch at your comment, new, for a man like him. You can’t help but believe it’s because you’re right. The na-Baron recognizes that the viciousness that is Paul Atreides, no matter how unexpected, is a perfect match for him. A perfect match for his wife. 

Is he wrong to admit that if not him, Paul may be the closest thing to fit to be Emperor of the universe?

…

You’ve never laid eyes on a fight so glorious. The two most powerful and ferocious men on Arrakis clinking their blades again and again in a battle for the throne. 

The room falls silent as your husband lodges his sword into Paul, holding him close as one of the two release an animalistic roar. His mother stands, his Fremen’s mouths hang agape, your husband just hardly smiles at you over his shoulder. 

You can’t help but feel a sense of dread boiling in your stomach. Yes - You want Feyd-Rautha to reign supreme. Yes, you want to be Empress. But as you watch the devilish sneer on his face fill out as Paul’s blood stains his pasty hand, your heart seems to be pulling you in another direction. You’ve always been quite talented at telling good from bad; But Maud’Dib, you can’t seem to figure out. He lays in the gray area in between the two, you determine. 

Your reflection is quickly halted as the squelching sound of an edge piercing skin fills the room. You sway to the side, eyes wide as you see Paul’s hand gripping the handle, the rest buried into your husband’s heart. 

A gasp escapes many in the room, you included as a hand flies to your mouth. You and your father very well may be the only people in the room who are rooting for Feyd-Rautha. Knowing this, the smiles that sprinkle themselves on attendants throughout the room quickly after the inhale isn’t unanticipated. 

“You…” His raspy voice is almost too quiet for you to catch as he fights for each breath. “You fought well…Atreides.”

He slowly turns his head just far enough to have you in his sight. Even in death, Feyd-Rautha remains as menacing as the day you first met him. 

He has no words for you. He only bares that stupid, prideful, blackened smile that got him stabbed in the first place. 

You seem in a trance as you watch his body thud to the floor, looking as lifeless as the women on his bedroom floor back home. 

“Lisan-Al-Gaib!” A Fremen leader calls, breaking the silence as his people repeat after him.

Paul Atreides, Feyd-Rautha’s murderer, rises. He limps toward you and your family, prompting your sister to swiftly grab your free hand as the other slowly lowers from your lips. 

You had no love for Feyd-Rautha, nothing real. For him you experienced nothing that you should feel for a husband. Nevertheless, the tears flow all the same. 

"The life debt has been paid.” Irulan blurts, squeezing your hand as Paul nears you. “Spare my father and I will be your willing bride. The throne will be yours."

Her words snap you out of your haze, throwing you into the face of reality as it strikes you in the heart. 

"I'll take the hand of your daughter. She will remain safe and we will rule together over the empire." Paul declared.

In the span of seconds you imagine the moment a trillion different ways. If only he had nodded toward you, not Irulan.

‘Where is integrity?’ You wonder. 

Where is honor in sacrifice when you've given all you know to give and you still don't win. You can never seem to come out on top. You can never seem to be first…But your sister can, as she always does.

You snatch your hand away from your Irulan’s; Your eyes glued to your father, now kneeling, as rage grows within you. The rage of all of the rejection you've faced, the rage of all you have given to get to where you are, the rage of now wishing Feyd-Rautha had stuck Paul Atreides' head on a spike for all of Arrakis to see.

The rage of a Harkonnen.

[animentality]

Listen, I know I said I wasn't pro redeemed Gortash before, but.

But.

I could bend on that idea, if Gortash died and went to the House of Hope.

If he was humiliated by Raphael, asking him if he truly thought that he was more than that scared little boy he bought all those years ago, the boy his servants used to beat black and blue, who used to cry at night for his parents. A boy who was terrified of him, and hated being powerless, who spent his life trying to obtain power, so he wouldn't be afraid again.

Gortash dying and being forced back there...and having to face the fact that this is what he's done to other people...and for what reason?

In the end, he was still that helpless child.

Because here's the thing right. The dark urge is only redeemable because they lost their memories and their old self truly died when they got their head split open.

They only became redeemable when they had a second chance, and took it. When they chose to make themselves better and to fix the damage they caused.

Just imagine Gortash having to be back in the House of Hope, and imagining himself spending a fucking eternity in there...

That's divine, karmic punishment enough for a villain.

Not to mention that Raphael would laugh at him and torture him and force him to wear those hideous prison robes, completely stripping him of the pomp that he used to defend himself for his entire life.

Forcing him to dress like a slave again.

But imagine the dark urge waltzed in and slaughtered Raphael for him.

And saved hope.

The parallels!!!

Gortash couldn't break the cycle of abuse, but the dark urge could do it for him, and give him a second chance!!!

Gortash was abandoned as a child, and he used and abandoned everyone he ever met, so that none of them could hurt him first!!! But the dark urge didn't abandon him.

They came back for him.

He hated them in his final moments, because they had become a hero, something they both used to despise. The ultimate betrayal...but then.

This is also what heroes do. They kill villains...and they save people.

Gortash would ask, why did you help me, what's in it for you?

And they'd just say, it was the right thing to do, fool.

Raphael was a bastard.

So I killed him.

Same as I killed you. For being a bastard.

But then they'd throw his contract at him and be like here. You're free now.

Be a piece of shit again, and I'll kill you again.

But maybe his first act of contrition is making the steel watch help you in the final battle.

I think there's a data mined line where Jaheira says you were made to save the city, right? to the steel watch, when you summon them?

That's really good.

Like Gortash...ruining the city with his stupid absolute plan and his tyrannical steel watch bullshit...

And the arc words, of actually doing what he said he was doing, and saving the city he was was ruining...from the mess he made.

Ahh.

Also dark urge specifically...

I still think about the dev notes, about Gortash seeing the dark urge as something more than a monster.

Or even, seeing them as a person, and not a monster at all.

He gave them a chance before they were even good. He saw them as something more than a bhaalspawn. He doesn't care if they reject Bhaal or accept him, he doesn't care if they have their memories or not. He wanted them on his side.

It would've upset him, no doubt, when they refused him.

But saving him by killing Raphael...yeah.

Maybe he'd wonder if there isn't still some of the old dark urge in there.

The only person in the world who might've really cared about him, even if they don't remember it...but it'd be a glimmer.

It'd be a little spark, a tiny connection, that would make him think they were paying him back for his faith in them.

And then maybe he'd realize what a real hero looks like, and how they act, and if someone as cruel as the dark urge could be reformed...maybe he could be too.

Anyway.

Still fucking better than the current endings, where he either dies or dies.

I'm talking out my ass, as per usual.

He still can't quite make up for his sins.

But...but I....I don't know. Dont talk to me.

[ticklystuff]

Day 23: Video Games

a/n: ler!dan heng, lee!caelus from my own personal tickletober list!

———

It'd be so easy.

It wasn't like Dan Heng to involve himself, always preferring the sidelines, if anything, but seeing Caelus'.. well, immovable form sparked the little bit of mischief that he wasn't aware was inside of him. Caelus was like a well-sculpted statue, perfectly still, only his fingers moving against the controller and his eyes darting to and fro, completely enamored by the television screen projecting his current video game. His upper body leaned forward, tongue slightly peeking through his mouth, unbreakable in concentration, as if his very life depended on winning. The whole thing was silly to Dan Heng, but Caelus' reactions were always entertaining to watch, surprisingly.

"Caelus, stop!" his opponent cried out frustratedly, March's shrill voice ringing out in the room from where she was seated. Dan Heng's attention returned the screen to see Caelus' character chasing down March's, expertly executing fighting combos against the pink blob March picked to be Caelus' victim in the match. "No! Stop! Get away-! Ugh, Caelus!"

"I've already told you that Fox easily beats Jigglypuff," Caelus finally spoke after netting the kill, "but you might've been able to save yourself if you did a nair into a bair, and then followed up with rest."

"I have no idea what you're saying!"

"I'm just trying to help you!"

"I'm just trying to have fun!"

"Is losing fun to you?"

"Well, winning isn't everything, y'know?"

"No, no, it is."

And this is why Dan Heng avoided playing video games altogether, finding both to be absolute nuisances in their own ways, though seeing their personalities go to the extreme did provide some form of short-term amusement. He snorted as he watched Caelus claim another one of March's lives, hearing the frustrated screams from the other side of Caelus.

That little bit of mischief began to worm its way back into his brain, propelled by March's string of losses. It was difficult to not feel some sort of pity for the clear underdog in this scenario and Dan Heng was starting to believe that Caelus might secretly be a bit of a sadist. Though his face remained still and expressionless throughout the game, Dan Heng recognized the spark that grew in his eye every time March's character was knocked out by his own.

Perhaps March could use a bit of help, the archivist thought to himself, yet he wasn't sure if this sudden notion was fueled by March's never-ending slaughter or the need to act on previously mentioned mischief. The rationale part of him also told him that better to sit out and yet..

It'd be so easy..

And it was! His body seemingly moved on its own, out of character for how he usually composed himself, approaching Caelus' own in what felt like slow motion, though, with how the game preoccupied his attention, Dan Heng was sure he wouldn't have time to react to how his hands latched onto Caelus' sides anyway.

"H-Hey! EheHEHEhahaha!"

And what was surprising about the whole thing was that despite the fact he was being tickled, Caelus' eyes still remained glued to the screen, refusing to let up his growing victory over March. His body twisted and turned, avoiding Dan Heng's hands to the best of his ability, laughter pouring out all the while, yet his hands remained at the controller, perfectly executing each command. If anything, his resistance pushed Dan Heng even further, now digging into Caelus' underarms.

"Yes! Yes, I love you, Dan Heng!" March cried out, relishing in the aid, though, her gameplay failed to improve, despite the handicap.

"Mahaharch! This is c-cheheheating!"

"I didn't ask for help!"

It was only until Dan Heng finally knocked Caelus to the floor that he lost control, his controller knocked out of his hand, as Dan Heng kept up the tickle attack. Now with his hands free, it was difficult for Dan Heng to keep up the tickling, having to now contend with Caelus' own hands, but the laughter that filled the room, followed by March's eventual cheers from the inevitable kill, was more than worth it.

"You guhuhuys! NahaHAHAhat fahahair!" Caelus whined, as Dan Heng lightly tickled under the hem of his shirt, though, this was short-lived, once March secured the kill.

"I finally got a win!"

"Y-Yeah, but I'm still winning overall!" Caelus breathed, sitting up with a huff, grabbing the controller from the floor. "Maybe Dan Heng should give it a try? See how he likes the handicap?"

Dan Heng blinked as the controller was dropped into his lap, followed by a mischievous nudge from Caelus.

"Go on, Dan Heng," Caelus said, ill-intent behind his voice.

"Oh, there's no need for that," March said, ready for her new opponent. "I won't need a handicap to beat him!"

[iheartchv]

could i ask for a matchup? also i hope your having a nice day/night/afternoon!! also, please excuse any bad grammar, english is not my first language.

im Cuban Puerto Rican, i speak both my mother tongue and English. kinda trying to get myself to learn German though. im a bit of an ambivert, i mostly enjoy spending time with those i know well.

im 5’2, i have a huge scar in my left leg due to an accident i had when i was younger. i have brown, nearly black eyes and i use glasses. i have a mole near my collarbone and another one just above. my hair is brown and medium sized with some side-tails.

currently studying with a forensic sciences major, a bit of a nerd.. i enjoy drawing, reading Sci-Fi and spending time with my pet snakes. (their ball pythons, they are super adorable…) i absolutely love heavy metal bands like Rammstein, korn, Slipknot, i listen to Type O Negative, Slaughter to Prevail from time to time aswell alongside jazz. i dress in a bit of a grunge way, it varies since i enjoy fashion a lot.

i enjoy watching true crimes series (Forensic Files being an all time favorite), watching Caso Cerrado, and documentaries regarding military history. i love the rainy weather and from time to time going to the beach. truly calming, really.

anyways, i really hope you are having a pleasant time, again. also i absolutely love your writing style!!

🤔I'll match you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would be your match

For this scenario, lets just say that Ghost was to keep an eye on you for a mission

You had shown potential that anyone working for the law would want you to work with them

You have an internship working for the police in your area, getting some practice for the field

You weren't bad, quite good actually

And because you were so good, you would also become a threat to any criminal facing charges for murder, etc.

One of such being Makarov and the Konni group

TF 141 got word that Makarov killed their spy that was sending feedback and intel

You were unfortunately the one looking over the said body of 141's spy; the FBI and CIA wanted to know exactly who done it

As Ghost continued to have constant vigil over you in the shadows, he didn't like the idea of seeing you make your way home alone

He finally decided to start blending in with people, and sometimes walking your way

It's just for the mission, he'd tell himself

🖤

At first, seeing his appearance was a little scary, intimidating

But you didn't sense no ill will coming from him, at least not toward you

You initiated conversations with him, and little by little he was talking more than just a word or a sentence

Over time he got to know you pretty well, as much as you allowed

He noticed how open you were to him, letting him know that you trusted him

You were just full of surprises;

One thing after another he learned so much about you besides what was in your personal records

He started to see you as you, not just another nameless target to protect

🖤

Even after the mission is complete, he comes back to see you...

Maybe stay for a while...

I can totally see you and Ghost going to the beach during times when there's no one around

Just you two

And rainy days?

He'd be all for it

A hot cup of tea and being with you is one of those perfect moments he feels at peace

[hopepetal]

Little alternate ending fic I wrote for Double Life! Beware the angst :D

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When it ended, the Ranch was gone. Burnt to ash in the heat of the red wars, the animals slaughtered and windows shattered. All that remained were the memories. 

Memories, and two lonely reds with blood on their hands and guilt in their hearts. The crying wind lamented the lost lives in a mournful song as it wove through the trees, brushing strands of hair into Jimmy's face. It had been so long since he last cut his hair. 

God. Out of everything, why was that what he thought of?

“So,” he started, letting the word be taken by the wind. 

“So,” Tango repeated, red eyes that Jimmy had spent so long gazing into flicking away, glancing at the ground. “We won.”

Jimmy let his shoulders sag, the tension he had been holding in his entire body gone. “We won. We won.” He let out a soft, breathy laugh. “We won!”

Tango chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn't think we'd actually…”

“Me neither!” Jimmy exclaimed, smiling. “Oh, my gosh. Oh my gosh. Does that mean...?” He looked around. “Is there a way out? We won, right? Is there supposed to be some sort of announcement- gosh, I can't believe we broke the curse, I…” He noticed that Tango was being... unusually quiet. Turning back to his rancher, Jimmy felt his smile drop at the sorrowful expression on Tango's face. “...Tango? What's wrong, buddy? Speak to me.”

Tango's eyes met Jimmy's, eyes the colour of poppies gazing at eyes like the sky. “Jimmy…” His voice, which had always been so bright and cheery, sounded like it was weighed down by lead. 

Jimmy felt his heart sink, and he took a few steps forward. “No. No, Tango, don't.” Desperation pushed him forward, and soon he was right in front of his soulmate. “You can't do this to me, Tango. Don't tell me that-”

“There can only be one winner,” Tango finished, his voice a quiet whisper. “I'm so sorry, Jimmy.” Reaching up, he began to unbuckle his chestplate. 

“No, no- Tango-” Jimmy put his hands over Tango's, holding tight. “We- there has to be another way. We'll figure something out! You're good with redstone, right?” He laughed, but there was nothing happy about the sound. “You're good with redstone! I'm sure there's some contraption you can make that can get us out of here!”

“Jimmy.” Tango's voice broke, tears already shining in his eyes. “Jimmy, there's no way out of here. No way out alive.” He stepped away, finishing with unbuckling his chestplate. He discarded the heavy armor to the side with a soft sigh, before quickly doing the same with his boots and pants. “We have to die.”

Jimmy felt hot tears of anger and sorrow welling up in his eyes, and he angrily sniffled. “Tango…” Never had he felt so helpless. Never.

Tango unsheathed his sword and flipped it around, holding on carefully to the blade as he held the hilt out to Jimmy. “I want you to kill me.”

The words were a punch to the gut, and Jimmy felt as though all the air had left his lungs. He could only stare at those desperate, pleading eyes as the first few tears began to fall down his face. “...no. No, no, no, absolutely not, I can't- I couldn't-!”

Tango smiled sadly, bowing his head slightly. “Think of it as payback for me losing our first life.” Despite how he was trying so hard to stay brave, his voice shook. 

Jimmy began to cry as well, his eyes blurring with tears that he tried to blink away frustratedly. “No! Tango, you can't- it's unfair! This whole thing! It's so unfair! I won't- I can't-!”

“Jimmy!”

Jimmy went silent.

“Take it.” Tango thrust the sword toward Jimmy, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. “Take the sword, Jimmy. Take it and kill me.” He finally looked up, tears streaming down his face as he met those sky-coloured eyes. “Kill me, Jimmy. Kill me and win.”

“We'll both die anyway,” Jimmy got out, as he took the sword nonetheless.

“I know.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“I know.”

Jimmy took a deep, shaking breath, sword at his side, and closed the distance between them. He rested his forehead against Tango's, wrapping his wings- clipped, broken, unable to carry him to the stars- around them both. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Tango gave him an encouraging smile. “Go on. Break that curse. For good.” He brought his hands up to gently wipe away the tears staining Jimmy's face. “My rancher.” 

TangoTek was slain by SolidarityGaming. SolidarityGaming died.

[zvmz]

A few Ashlynn Ella HCs <3

Despite being a royalty, Ashlynn grew up having normal household chores such as sweeping and washing the dishes, she's usually working alongside the maids

she is immensely loved by the entire castle staff

cinderella hosts a banquet every year on Ashlynn's birthday

and every year ashlynn asks as much as the staff as possible to eat alongside the royals

didn't get her own phone until she moved to eah

still almost never uses it. probably takes 2-3 business days to reply to a text message

briar ends up spamming her all the time to get her to finally reply

since its part of Ashlynn's destiny for her mom to die first, her mom probably fell ill shortly after Ashlynn signed the storybook of legends

which shouldn't have happened, since Ashlynn only signed the fake book

the truth is that milton grimm poisoned her to cover up the truth

hunter taught her how to use a bow

and she actually got pretty good at it

gets way too excited for pumpkin spice season

has SO MANY candles in her room

also has a huge collection of cardigans

grows her own veggies and herbs to cook with

she and hunter have like a thousand cringey pet names for each other

but she mostly calls him "sweet cheeks", "handsome", or "Honey Bunny"

while he will mostly call her "pumpkin", "babe" or "sweetie"

if they are together for too long their pet names will get progressively more absurd

like why did she just call him Hottie McHotpants

why did he just call her pookie wookie dookie bookie moo-

since Ashlynn's mom can also speak to animals, and is also very much against slaughtering animals, they only keep livestock for milk, eggs, ect. (these are for others who live in the castle, ashlynn and her mom are vegan)

before going to spellementary school and meeting briar and apple, she considered her best friend to be a cow

this cow was born the same week as ashlynn, so they kind of grew up together

she still comes to talk to the cow every time she visits home, unfortunately cows only live 15-20 years, so she doesn't have much time left

she always gets talked to by teachers for having muddy shoes and dirt under her fingernails

even when ashlynn was a royal, cerise always felt strangely at ease around her

never gets any of briars meme references, but laughs anyway

ALWAYS helps clean up after parties

she owns a car and has a license, but never drives unless absolutely necessary because its bad for the environment

she will either walk, bike, or ride horseback/carriage depending on the distance she needs to go

has multiple terrariums she uses to nurse little creatures back to health, before releasing them back into the wild

uses very little makeup day-to-day, just blush and mascara

has a bunch of dried flowers hanging upside-down in her dorm

uses work and cleaning as coping mechanisms

is definitely too nice for her own good. like customers or basically anyone can be SO rude to her and she will never stand up for herself

is constantly telling herself "maybe they just had a bad day?"

it drives briar nuts

if someone got her order wrong at a restaurant briar would have to tell a server because ashlynn was just going to eat it anyway

she'd still leave a huge tip, even if she didn't get good service

[bluiex]

I got to pirates smp an hour late and then had to dip before the stream ended nonetheless I was watching Scar's POV and now I'm having Scarian thoughts.

Mostly spoiler free all I really share is a mention of Scar's faction.

-@scitties-enjoyer

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Scar drops the anchor on his boat. It's not much now, but one day he'll have something grand, he's sure of it. He hops down onto the rocky shore and picks his way inland.

In hindsight, maybe a single knife was not the right weapon, but Scar doesn't have anything better. Yet.

Scroll, scroll.. where was- Ah

Scar spends more than a moment reading the piece of paper... 'return to the mainland with the head of the isle's monster for 300 gold'

Yep, that's a good deal. Hopefully.

Unless it's something really vicious in which case, Scar is absolutely being ripped off here. Goddamn inflation.

Again, all he has is a knife.

This is... fine, probably.

Scar can hear Jellie meowing from his ship "I'll be back before you know it!" He reassures his cat.

It takes hours. He scours the island at least twice, with no success.

Then he spots a cave he didn't notice before, stepping in to an animal den of some kind where... a bird creature is goring the wolves.

Yeah this is ... fine actually. Mhm, definitely fine. Definitely not terrifying.

It's even more fine when the creature looks up at the sound of Scar's presence, dark eyes locking with his before it scrambles back in fear, wings braced around itself as if that can possibly protect it from him.

Scar makes a reckless decision, carefully putting his knife down behind himself. He's not completely stupid, if the bird-thing makes a lunge for his knife, he's dead.

Scar had been expecting an animal, not something that had the intelligence of a human. And Scar knows what it feels like to be hunted - or, knew once - so in a moment of uncharacteristic gentleness he's opening his heart to this so-called monster.

"Do you understand me?" Scar asks, softly.

The creature flinches at the sound of his voice. So it's that bad...

"I was sent to bring back your head. But neither of us want that."

The thing curls tighter around itself.

"My name is Scar. If we play our cards right we can get the reward money without you getting hurt."

The bird hisses. Which is progress, in Scar's eyes.

"I know how you feel, I do. If you come with me- if you come aboard my ship, you'll be safer." Scar feels a little faint, thinking of how mercilessly some of the other pirates would no doubt have already slaughtered this bird in Scar's shoes. "You could be my bird! Every pirate needs a bird!"

---

It's three days back to the kestrels' tavern base of operations. Or, it should be. It ends up taking Scar around a week, because Grian - the bird creature has a name! - doesn't quite have his sea legs yet so they have to stop at this island and that island and then Grian has to hide from other pirates

.Grian had gotten washed up after they left the cave, and it turns out that he's completely adorable under all that blood and viscera. Scar thinks it's very unfair that he can't just spend hours watching Grian, and instead has to steer his little ship.

Grian spends his time on the boat playing with Jellie, and honestly it warms Scar's heart.

It's one such stop where Grian finally accepts more than the bare minimum of physical contact necessary from Scar. It's particularly cold that night, sleeping under the stars, and Grian huddles up to Scar for warmth, burying his face in Scar's hair.

After that, it's like a switch has been flicked in Grian's brain. He's constantly latched onto Scar's arm, or perched on top of his hats, or his shoulder, asking questions.

---

Insert continued falling in love here I've run out of traction. Anyway the quest loophole Scar had *worked* so they do get the reward money

OOOOH BROOO THIS IS SO CUTE. PIRATE SCAR TAKING A CONTRACT TO KILL A CREATURE

And it being birb Grian- AAAAH this is so good Scitties. I love it so VERY MUCH

It takes awhile for Grian to come out of his shell fully and start speaking to Scar- he's started with the physical touch and protectiveness because Scar's his flock now

[samanddean76]

Joyous Memories Amongst The Sorrow

Sam knew Bobby thought that he had lost his damn mind.  That much was clearly evident given the look on his weathered face, the one that he kept trying to hide from Sam, whenever the old hunter would glance over at him as Sam white knuckled the steering wheel of the Impala.  The man that both he and Dean had always thought of as a pseudo-father figure.  Bobby had insisted that he accompany Sam on this errand, saying that it was something that Sam shouldn’t be doing by himself.  That this was no time to be alone. 

As much as Sam loved Bobby, there was simply no way that the man could truly ever understand what Sam was going through at that moment.  The one and only person who possibly could was no longer there.  And that was precisely why Sam was suffering. 

Dean was dead.  Dead as a fucking doornail dead, after having been ripped to shreds by a bloodthirsty hellhound.  All the while Lillith had laughed at the agony that washed over Sam’s face as he watched his big brother being slaughtered.  Being taken away from him, just a few feet from where he was pinned to that goddamned wall in the Norman Rockwell ode to Americana nightmare home.  Lillith had tried to kill Sam, but her plans had gone off the rails completely then, and Sam was left alive.  And alone. 

Totally, completely, and utterly alone.

Sam had pulled Dean’s ravaged body close, as he cradled him tight, as tears streamed down his cheeks, as he sobbed out his pain and misery to the uncaring universe.  Knowing that there was absolutely nothing that he could do, not then anyway.  Because Sam had needed to devise a plan.  Knew that he had to keep Dean’s body safe while he did so, because it couldn’t be allowed to go up in flames, because once one of Sam’s desperate plans finally succeeded, Dean would need that body to use. 

And that was all there was to it.  Period.  End of discussion.

Bobby had been justifiably skeptical, had tried to insist that Dean needed to be given a proper hunter’s funeral, but Sam had let him know in utterly unmistakable terms, and in the harshest of tones, that that was not going to happen.  Ever. 

So, Bobby had come along, as Sam drove the Impala through the night.  Searching for the one place that he knew Dean would want to be.  Where he would want to rest for all eternity were Sam to fail in his all of his many plans. 

It had been a beautiful night, when Dean had driven them to that field in the middle of nowhere.  John had been dutifully passed out, sleeping off another successful hunt, and Dean had told Sam that he had a surprise for them to share.  Sam had been all kinds of excited energy as Dean had driven the Impala, out past anything that might cause alarm or draw undo attention.  He had pulled off the road, driven into the tree lined clearing, turned off the Impala, and handed Sam the keys. 

“Surprise is in the trunk, squirt.”  Sam had grimaced at the nickname but had gotten out to see what Dean had been waiting for him to discover.  Once the lid to the trunk lifted, Sam couldn’t stop the mile-wide grin that had split his face, as he looked at the full box of fireworks. 

They had shot off every single one that night, almost burned down some old, abandoned house in the process, but it had been so incredibly wonderful to see Dean’s brilliant smile as he held the roman candle aloft over his head, as each colorful puff of smoke and fire lit up the night sky. 

The handle of the second shovel of the night splintered and broke, and with a savage cry, Sam threw it away, as he fell to his knees and began to use his long fingers to claw at the hard earth, so that he could dig the hole that he so desperately needed.  So that he could keep what was left of Dean safe.  Protected until Dean would inevitably need it back. 

Bobby’s hands were on his shoulders then, as he tried to hold him, offer what little solace he could.  Sam shattered then, as he screamed and raged at all that had come to pass.  As the tears flowed in an unending stream of sorrow.  As Sam tried desperately to pull himself back together, so that he might be able to finish this.  One. Goddamned. Thing. 

Bobby pulled yet another shovel from the trunk, and he finished digging Dean’s grave as Sam sat nearby, cradling Dean’s cold corpse close.  Without another word spoken, Dean had been lowered into his final resting place. 

A place that had held such joy once.  But now only knew sorrow. 

After having knelt on the freshly churned soil for hours, Sam finally let Bobby drive them back, as he curled up on the backseat. 

Wishing on all the shooting stars they had ever witnessed streaking across the vast night sky.  Hoping for a miracle to occur.  Praying that he was still alive to see it. 

That his everything would come back to him one day.

[demigodofhoolemere]

Things I can't stop thinking about from Steven and Vicki's Tales of the TARDIS episode

- This reunion. Seeing them together again kills me anyway, but when you look at the context of the last time they saw each other, both of them could have easily thought the other might be dead. The last Vicki saw of Steven he was bleeding out and slipping away from consciousness, and to Steven he woke up to learn that they'd left Vicki in a city that was being razed to the ground and its inhabitants slaughtered. There wasn’t a proper goodbye and neither could have known for sure whether the other had survived. These are two people who must have spent decades of their lives just hoping and praying that the other was okay.

They take each other's presence in like it’s a miracle. I don’t know if they intentionally wrote/acted this with that particular context of their last time together in mind, but nevertheless it can very easily be read that way since their reactions lend themselves to it so well.

- ^ In particular, Steven’s voice breaks in a way that absolutely destroys me.

- Is this girlish giggling not the most Vicki thing you’ve ever seen?

- There are certain moments that just really hit as, ‘This is them.��� I mean, look at her. That’s Vicki. It keeps blowing my mind.

- Steven is SO happy to see her again, oh my word. “I’ve got my little sister back!” is gonna live in my mind for the rest of my life. To have that dynamic acknowledged in those words and to see how much they love each other kills me. Look at this unreserved fluff. This means the world to me.

- Hearing that they’ve had wonderfully happy lives is so nice. Vicki could have been dealing with all kinds of turmoil given the time she chose to stay in, and with Steven’s luck he could have had literally anything happen to him, like Big Finish decided to do. I’m so glad they’ve been given full and happy lives onscreen, that Vicki has done so well in such a wildly different time and that Steven’s bad luck curse is finally broken. (The trauma curse is broken at least — it’s too much of a stretch for me to believe that he wouldn’t still have mundane bad luck lol.)

- Someone needs to either sue Peter for these faces or give him an award. There is so much emotion going on here and I can barely handle it. And knowing how much Peter truly loved this show and his time on it, I get the feeling some of this is real for him.

- “Vicki, this might not be his TARDIS. I mean, can you imagine the Doctor wearing something like this?” Well I’m sure as heck imagining it now! Someone PLEASE make fan art of One in Six’s coat.

- Their reverence for the Doctor’s pocket watch. Vicki is so happy and clutches it with joy and Steven stares at it and strokes it for a good minute. 💗

- Love having some skeptical Steven wondering if it could be a trap and warning Vicki to be careful. His older brother mode got reactivated so fast. And, “Don’t be such a spoilsport!” is so delightfully Vicki.

- Space helmet for a cow!!!

- “Well, it had been a busy week.” Lol, more like a busy (or not so busy) 2 years on Mechanus! You’re more than excused!

- I know it was naturally gonna happen because they’re going over The Time Meddler but I love the references to the Monk, and I love that we also get a subtle reference to The Daleks’ Master Plan out of it.

- Another one of those moments that just strikes you. Look at him.

- “He rescued me. I was an orphan and he became my family. I became the granddaughter he’d lost.” 😭

- Vicki’s little, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” dance is so perfectly Vicki. It warms my heart how well-characterized they both are here.

- Anyone else see this and immediately start crying thinking about her putting her hands over her eyes in The Chase? Just me?

- Steven’s face when he agrees with her about wishing more than anything to see the Doctor again. I love his relationship with the Doctor so much, it kills me to see him emotional about it, to see how much he still loves him after all this time. But on top of it, once again I feel like there’s some genuine Peter in here who misses Bill. You can see in a lot of interviews, panels, commentaries and so on that Peter really truly cared about Bill as his friend and is still protective over him as a person and his character. When Steven makes this face in agreement about wishing he could just see the Doctor again, I feel something else very real in it.

- Look at them. Just look at them. No further comment.

- Vicki’s face hearing the Doctor’s laugh is my face.

I still haven’t been able to get through this without crying at his laugh. I don’t really have the words for how magical and touching it is that they included him in that way. It tugs on my heartstrings so hard.

[lazywitchling]

Under the cut because it’s long:

Okay so now here’s the thing. I will forever mourn that the scene of Aragorn and the Palantir was not in the theatrical edition. Because it absolutely needed to be. If I’m remembering the theatrical edition correctly, we go from Aragorn suggesting ding-ding-ditch with Sauron, being told he won’t go for that, and saying “I think he will”, and then immediately cutting to a shot of his chest with the White Tree of Gondor on it, signaling that he’s Ready To Be King and that he’s Taking Responsibility and whatever. He has a look of grim determination, ready to take on this challenge.

But in the extended edition, we go from “I think he will” to a scene where Aragorn deliberately picks up the Palantir to challenge Sauron. Faces off against him to say “Hey bitch, I got the sword that defeated you, I got the throne, and I’m coming for you in this Epic Combat For The Ages.” And Sauron, who is very aware what genre he’s in, is thinking to himself haha, finally our epic showdown where I win. And he shows Aragorn a vision of Arwen dead, which Aragorn had been fearing this whole time. Aragorn drops the Palantir, backs up, and the Evenstar necklace drops off of him and shatters on the floor.

When we cut to the shot of his chest, we’re no longer looking at the White Tree crest, but at the fact that the necklace isn’t there. And his look of “grim determination” looks more like a man who has lost every hope he had and is just going through the motions, heading off to a suicide mission.

I am forever upset that the scene was deleted from theatrical release, because it absolutely enhances what happens next:

They march on the gate. They are going to die. Their forces have been devastated by Pellenor Fields. They’re knocking on the door of Sauron’s entire military forces. This is a for certain TPK, and everyone involved knows it. They’re doing it anyway, because even though they’re all going to die, the fact that they rang the front doorbell means that Sauron isn’t watching the back window, where Frodo and Sam are sneaking in. That’s all that matters.

And then the gate opens and the Mouth of Sauron appears. He shows that he has Frodo’s mithril shirt.

There is. no way. they could have got that shirt without Frodo being dead. Which also means that Sauron has the ring.

They lost. 100%. There’s the proof. He’s looking at it. Frodo’s dead, the Fellowship failed, Sauron has won, and for certain the future is now the slaughter and enslavement of everyone in Middle-Earth. The “Game Over” overlay shows up. They’re done.

And now it’s basically Sauron laughing at and taunting Aragorn. You have nothing. You’ve lost everything. What is there to fight for? What do you have left?

If you’ve been following my Hobbit Day posting, you might know the answer.

“I’ve got one hit point left. >:)”

Aragorn turns to his friends. Smiles. Says: “For Frodo.”

And just charges the BBEG.

This is what I’m talking about with Tolkien’s brand of hope. It’s not bright shiny “everything will work out! Teehee!”

It’s “For Frodo.”

Read: “Fuck it. I have one hit point, it’s still my turn, and I still have my action.”

I’ll relate it to the moment that you always remember from these movies: Sam carrying Frodo up the mountain.

Sam is trying to get Frodo to have even a shred of hope. But Frodo can’t. He’s done. He’s spent. He’s got no more fight in him to give.

It’s Frodo saying “I can’t. I only have one hit point left.”

And Samwise Gamgee says “That’s okay. Because I still have one hit point left.”

“I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.”

That’s Tolkien’s hope. Not “it gets better”, but “I’m not fucking dead yet.”

EDIT: and btw, since I’m on about my Boromir feelings today - Aragorn is in red and blue like Boromir used to wear.

[theyanderespecialist]

Clef's Bright (Headcanons) Yandere Dr. Alto Clef X Darling Dr. Jack Bright

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter, this one from Tumblr and it will also be made into a YouTube video. Anyway, this will have Yandere Alto Clef X Darling Jack Bright. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here all my muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: Dr. Alto Clef is Not Yandere in canon! Also, he is not into Dr. Jack Bright in Canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! It is fine to ship and simp for fictional characters and yanderes. Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! Happy Pride Month! 

Disclaimer number 2: We Do NOT Support Admin Bright on any of my platforms. I do not support Admin Bright! Jack Bright is NO Longer a self-insert of Admin Bright, he is his own stand-alone character, as more people have put time and effort into his character. Still, Admin Bright is a Piece of poo and can rot!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Alto Clef X Jack Bright From The SCP Foundation Fandom- 

.Now at first Clef and Jack did not get along. 

.Clef unlike a lot of yanderes did not catch the feels for Jack Bright right away. 

.So they had a sort of rivalry going and also Jack Bright kept messing with Clef. 

.When Clef does catch feelings for Jack it happens fast. 

.It was when Jack was being his true self and Clef saw it. 

.This made Clef's heart race and his palms become sweaty. 

.He had for the first time no idea what to say or do and he did not like it. 

.Though since that day, Clef had made it a point to visit Jack at LEAST 3 times a day! 

.Jack had no idea what was wrong with Clef, and it was starting to weird him out. 

.Clef also got very protective over Jack and if anyone got too close to him, well they would end up dead, or worse tortured and then dead. 

.Jack being Jack did not notice the connection. 

.Clef is also the type of yandere that will do a butt ton of research on his darling. 

.So you know, he is digging into ALL of Jack's files and learning the many rules that Jack Bright is not allowed to do at the foundation. 

.Clef has become quickly obsessed with Jack Bright and there is no stopping him. 

.Clef would still lie to Jack, he cannot tell Jack that he is in love with him, or that he wants him. 

.So for the longest time there will be so many lies from Clef on why he does the things that he does for Jack. 

.Clef also would start to watch Jack on cameras, to see where he is when Clef cannot be with him. 

.If Clef had any rivals, they were sure not to last long. 

.Clef is also immune to Jack Bright's amulet that Jack's soul is bound to. 

.So If Clef ever wants to punish Jack, He will sneak up and remove Jack's amulet and put him on a high shelf. 

.That is right Clef puts Jack Bright into time out. 

.Clef does not the best history with love or romance, and he is not good at telling someone how he feels. 

.But when he does love someone he will put his life on the line for them. 

.During a breach if Jack is about to be hurt, Clef would snap and lose his shit, and go absolute assault machine mode, killing anything and everything in his way! 

.This would also be where he tells Bright how he feels pinning him up against the wall and kissing him. 

.He refuses to let Jack Bright Die, and he will slaughter anyone or anything that tries to harm his Jack Bright!

.It does not matter If Jack Bright accepts his love or not, Clef has Already snapped, and with the advantage of the breach he knocks Jack out and drags him to his room. 

.He would deal with the Cameras and such in a bit, until Jack learned to be a good boy, Clef was not letting him go and he was going to keep his sweet Jack nice and safe. 

.No One would ever hurt HIS Jack Bright ever again! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got this one done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of My Sexy Muffins!] 

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Rewatching the beginning of a campaign with the Deadlands lore and Q&A in mind is An Experience™️

First, Johnny's hints become increasingly hilarious; they're trying so hard to give the rest of the party hints on what's going on while maintaining the bumbling old man persona its a show in itself (also, is it just me or is Jane hell-bent on not metagaming things? She played Deadlands before, she's clearly aware of the meta, and I had no idea until watching the Q&A)

One big, nay, giant "what if" idea that keeps nagging on my brain is Garnet, Nate and Delacy being more social in Dead Man's Worth(ep. 2 and 3) - what if they talked to the other contestants(more than just Slim Hawkins) and tried to tilt the odds in their favour? Like, Andy straight-up said he had written the backstories for all the contestants, and since I watched a good chunk of "The quick and the dead" thanks to this campaign, I have a big thick suspicion about some of them(especially those of Hattie McGuill, Rosa Conamerania and Big Bill). Imagine if all of them decided to talk and agreed on making Ben Bellows's day an absolute nightmare - how much faster and funnier the contest would've been? Andy could even keep the tone whiplash from planning to troll and trolling Bellows to him still straight up slaughtering his opponents anyway(e.g. Delacy shooting the gun out of Rex Randall's hand to rightfully eliminate him from the contest, and Bellows shooting Rex through the throat in an all-out gunfight later anyway. Bonus points if he would've came back as a Harrowed and complained about the bullet wound fucking up his vocal chords).

Also, other contestants could've had clues that Bellows isn't as human as he'd like to appear to tip the players off about what was really going on, and I'm kinda surprised they hadn't tried that line of investigation. (Also#2 - was the bartender supposed to be suspicious??? Because "The quick and the dead" has both a cowed saloon owner and a guy shot in both hands the exact same way The Jewel's bartender is - except the second guy was a cocky trick shooter who falsely claimed credit to one of the villain's kills while being in said villain's hearing range. That guy fucked around and found out; and while I'm reasonably sure it wasn't the case for The Jewel's bartender, was this detail supposed to be a clue that cast decided to ignore???).

Third thing about Dead Man's Worth - I love how Andy tweaked the contest rules from "The quick and the dead" - Bellows gives contestants a clear reason to fight each other over teaming up and fighting him directly(a pre-drawn elimination brackets instead of anyone challenging anyone else and killing being optional and becoming mandatory halfway through the contest). Combine this with the prize and the only way to sow more discord among the contestants would've been to yeet a gilded apple with "for the sharpest aim" written on its side into the crowd on day 1 of the contest. This absolute motherfucker of a character(also, I strongly suspect that his bodyguards/gunmen are people from his cavalry unit and most of the other population of the town is their families). I can see why Andy brought him back in the finale.

One more thing: after I looked up the lore, Johnny's reaction to the Dishonourable judge M.T. Boudreau became comedy gold(judge himself also became funnier, but he's not in the spotlight now). Like, they played Nate so fucking smart in that arc, I love it. (Also - imagine if judge could actually kinda see demons attached to the characters and tried threatening Garnet's demon with arresting them for swearing/murdering their huckster after the trial?). Also - am I the only one that looked up the official illustrations of Hangin' Judges and found it kinda underwhelming? Those tiny blades really don't fit the "sword-gun things that he's trying to shoot you to death with" description; Andy made them sound so goddamn cool and the official illustration didn't live up to hype (to me).

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WOOO!!! THIS WAS AN ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE TO DRAW, BUT IT WAS WORTH IT!!!

I've been wanting to redo Seth's reference for a long time now, and i finally gotten to it!! My Midnight Assassin is all grown up!

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here's his biography

(CW/TW: mentions of blood, S/H,and other things that may disturb some users, please proceed with caution!)

†General Info†

✘ Name ✘

Seth Mayhem Haze

✘ Nicknames ✘

Haze and Midnight Assassin

✘ Gender ✘

Demiboy (He/They)

✘ Age ✘

21

✘ Sexual Orientation ✘

Demisexual Biromantic

✘ Relationship Status ✘

Single

✘ Occupation ✘

Assassin

†Attributes†

✘ Personality✘

Seth is usually a very chill and relaxed man who is honest, kind hearted, and willing to be there for those he cares about. He can also be quite brutally honest at times and can be blunt. 

When His curse takes over, Seth would be more chaotic and insane, causing him to brutally slaughter any assassination target he has while his curse is in effect.

When He's very pissed, Seth would be very brutally honest and quite violent to the person who pissed him off. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt the person who pissed him off.

✘ Weaknesses ✘

† his curse

(more will be added soon)

✘ Fears ✘

†  losing his loved ones

†  drowning

✘ Abilities from the Curse ✘

† Higher Brutality †  

His brutality when it comes to assassinating is higher than usual which usually ends with Seth killing his targets more violently

† SuperHuman Strength †

Seth is stronger than any normal human. He is able to lift up trees,cars, and even buildings if he chooses to.

† Quick Reflexes †

This is a rare ability of Seth's that he doesn't use that often. He tends to have rather quick reflexes  in certain situations

† Faster Speed †

Seth is faster than normal. He can quickly get from one place to another in 20 seconds.

† Sensing Danger †

He is able to sense any danger nearby, which helps him sense that there's somebody out to assassinate him

✘ Medical info ✘

 † Scars †

Seth has scars on his chest,top part of his arms, wrists, back, and his stomach area. the scars on his wrist are self harm scars , which are hidden under the bandages

† Mental illnesses †

Seth has PTSD, Depression, psychosis, and insomnia. He also would have tics every now and then.

✘ Other Info ✘

 † Likes † 

Pepsi, Set it off, hanging with friends, going out at night, playing the electric guitar, reading, nature, solitude, fruits, Video games, horror, Rock music

 † Dislikes †

Loud noises, bright lights, his curse, Umbris, arguments,rude people, getting ignored,anything spicy, being woken up

 † Languages † 

Seth can speak Japanese,Spanish, and Russian 

✘ Backstory ✘

Born with parents who left him in front of an orphanage, and having to live with a poor filled childhood, having been adopted numerous times, but always sent back, Seth had mostly a positive attitude which with very few social skills, he couldn't fit with any other people he had talked to within his school, and he would end up being alone for a majority of the time. By the age of 10, after being neglected and slightly abused, the orphanage kicked Seth out, to let new orphans take over his area, and sent him as far away as possible, meaning Seth really had nobody left to be with him. Surprisingly that didn't stop Seth from breaking away from his attitude, after getting help from one of his teachers, he was able to remain in school and successfully go on to high school.

At the age of 13, on his way back to his shelter, Seth had been taken into the woods by a couple of his bullies, not understanding why, the bullies began to mock him at first, but then, they began to violently beat him, taunting him while constantly kicking the hell out of him. While it was going down, a mystical being had heard of what was going on and such, it came at the bullies, phasing through each of them. At first, nothing happened, but soon, the bullies would begin to shake violently as their bodies began to burst, exploding into many chunks of flesh and meat. Horrified by this, Seth tried to run, but he wouldn't go so far as this being would stop him, and reveal itself to be a demon. After a quick chatter, the demon would inflict a curse onto Seth, making the teen very hyperactive and run  faster than anyone else, but also, he felt more horror in his mind, like felt something very that made him feel sadness. Regardless, Seth ran as he could away, not wanting to look back and just wanting to hide.

Years later, after word got spread out of the incident, Seth had not only been expelled by his school, but he was placed onto a category of wanted for being the suspect of said murders, with the result in said capture being his execution. This had officially broken Seth, he had fallen into a path of depression, and soon, he knew had no choice but to hide, in fear of his own life. As time passed on, the curse would get worse, resulting in mental issues, to the point where he would lose his mind and get psychotic. Eventually, he would end up to the point where he was officially alone, realizing that he could use his curse to help him, despite not wanting too, he didn't see much of a choice, and so, he would end up moving to hidden locations in an attempt to remain hidden, all of which, he had never been caught.

At the age of 20, he had become a depressed, blunt but relaxed man who wouldn't hesitate to be brutally honest whenever he wanted to be. Suffering from past trauma and not having anyone left, he no longer had a care in the world, and just did whatever he pleased. At some point, a group of anonymous people had managed to reach out to Seth, reviewing the impressive crime spree he went on, and was looking to hire him as an assassin. He didn't want to take the job at first, but knowing he needs to look out for himself, he took the job. At first felt bad about doing his job but later on as he kept going, he got used to it. A year later, he was an expert assassin, killing those quickly, not leaving any trace behind. When his curse takes over whenever he assassinates, he is psychotic and wouldn't give anyone mercy, regardless of what his targets are. But either way, he had only a single meaning in mind moving forward in life. He can be killed, or be a killer of criminals. And knowing what he has to do, he knew what needed to be done: Kill those who truly deserved it for their crimes.

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†Character:

Seth (c) xmenheradolliex

[voidellaandelements]

Ok random lore drop about my main storyline and has nothing to do with the main Octonauts storyline but please give me a moment, this is about a variant of our boy Barnacles, please let me talk-

Everyday i am reminded that in my main storyline, there is a variant of Barnacles that works for Voidella as 3rd in command, and his new name is Frost Storm

Possible TW below: Mentions of parasite, slight violence, slight angst

And i am reminded of how he got corrupted by the Amalgam parasite and was still aware but his whole body was out of his control and basically was forced to slaughter his own crew and everyone that came near him

After a while he finally woke up in a entirely different realm because his AU was resetted by V!RU$ and later on was found by her before being brought to the Realm of Elementia

Basically he not only got controlled by Amalgam but was forced to watch himself slaughter everyone he saw, even the children because Amalgam is absolutely ruthless for no reason

And whats worse is that he's not allowed to go back to his AU (aka be resetted) because of the corruption he's infected with, so he'll never see his own crew ever again and he'll never be able to forget what he has done

He couldn't save any of them, not even the group photo he always kept with him.

So anyways who wants me to draw Frost Storm and V!RU$ arguing like an old married couple? :D (im gonna do it either way)

[officialgleamstar]

Oxventure Finale Spoilers

If Corazón did die and not get resurrected after divining in front of Merilwen to protect her, do you think you would have written or drawn some angsty piratewoods stuff? You're like the biggest piratewoods fan I know, so I'm curious how you would have reacted (and honestly reacted in general).

THAT IS. A FANTASTIC QUESTION TBH. And aw 🥺 Biggest piratewoods fan you know? (<- this is not surprising I am deeply dedicated to their love. And same back at you, we are 🤝)

I am not generally big on angst. I like writing it more than I like reading it, certainly, but it is just not my forte XD However. Looks at Wither and Bloom. Clearly I do have exceptions for the Oxventure D&D finale already, so I think yes, I would!

As is, I think about Merilwen absolutely destroying Liliana for killing Corazón like… fucking constantly. It’s such an incredible moment, I think it really is so peak Merilwen - She’s emotional, ruthless, a fighter, but it’s because she cares so deeply for the people she loves. The fact that she is the one to bring him back really gets me too (even if I kind of hate that he becomes a tortle. Sorry. I love tortles and I think it was a funny moment of everyone avoiding bringing it up but I’m so attached to him as a pretty boy 😭), I think that entire sequence was really lovely. He dies in her arms. She kills for him in one of the most brutal sequences in the entire series. She brings him back from the dead. POETIC CINEMA

Sorry this isn’t what you asked, you asked my reaction if he perma-died fhdksgdkdh WELL. I have no clue. For my writing - probably would have ignored it, I’m an Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives bitch XD But I think it would have made a lot of sense for his character. Corazón is really perfectly set up for a heroic sacrifice, just in general, and it was such a beautiful moment where Corazón jumps in front of her without thinking about it for a moment. It would have been a really heart-wrenching end to his character, but I think it fits his narrative

And for the piratewoods side of it - God, that would destroy Merilwen, and I do think that would be so fun as a story. So much of her character is based on the fact that she lost Simon, she really struggles with mortality and the fact that the people she cares about can die. She isn’t afraid of death, certainly, she isn’t shy about killing people, but that’s because they threaten the people she loves. Being the direct cause of one of her loved one’s death? Someone sacrificing themself for her? Well, we saw her reaction. She fucking lost it! She absolutely slaughtered Liliana and weeped over Corazón’s body! There is sooo much potential there for Merilwen wrestling with her conflicted feelings.

Realistically, how can you be upset with someone for dying for you? He gave up everything for her. But she would be, I’m sure she would. Corazón knows - knew - how much Simon’s death (and later, grave defiling) devastated her, but he goes and dies on her watch anyway, right there in front of her. She’d be pissed, and she would feel awful for being pissed, for being mad at this stupid self-centered and annoying man who … who gave his life for hers. GOD. It’s so good 😭 Maybe I should write a fic actually XD

Anyway. I would have been even more abnormal about it than I already am 👍‼️ I don’t talk about that scene half as much as I think about it, but rest assured, it is always on my mind