#because I literally don’t see any reason for her to have a weapon in her position besides my “hahaha pretty lady with an axe go brrrrr”

[the-hungdeli-hermit]

I’ve been thinking about weapons for a while now

As in why do the department heads have them. 

Well, actually only three bosses have actual weapons, that being Korsica, Zanzo and Kale. I don’t consider Rekka’s hands and Mimosa’s wings as weapons-weapons even if they are used as one, and Roquefort is basically a cyborg. He’s going to be stronger than any normal human by design.

When I think about it, why do they even have them? Korsica is the only one that actually needs a weapon if we apply our world logic here. She’s the top dog of Security, so it’s only natural in her position to have them. Everyone else doesn’t need any weapons. Why would The Marketing head have a weapon? Why would the R&D boss have a weapon? Why would Kale, the CEO, even need a weapon?

For the most part, they don’t, but they still do. Rekka is an ex-pro wrestler, so it’s only a given that she uses her prosthetics for fighting and they have that function (trying to live out her glory days, I presume). Zanzo is a weeb + head of R&D, so he can get himself any “toy” he wants. Mimosa doesn’t really have a weapon per say, yet she can use her wings as one. Roquefort is that instance where Kale probably took his wishes heavily into consideration when building his mechanical body, so I’m not even surprised here (I believe Roquefort is an actual furry with a lot of money outside of his job, so yeah). Kale’s sword is a last minute add in my opinion, because that mf doesn’t even know how to use one properly and he thought he as well try to deal with Chai himself. 

What am I leading this up to? Does HFR world have conflicts that require a constant presence of weapons in your day-to-day life? Because I don’t see a reason for characters to have them besides the cool factor in general, but for the game and not the world itself.

Which is WHY I DIDN’T GIVE ROULETTE A WEAPON JUST LIKE THAT AND LET HER ACTUALLY FIND IT RANDOMLY WHILE PRACTICALLY LOAFING AROUND. YES I WAS LEADING THIS UP TO SOME OC TALKS IM SORRY.

But anyways, I wouldn’t mind discussing the “requirement of weapons” topic because it genuinely couldn’t leave my head for a long while. Until I wrote this. And I can’t stop thinking about HFR world-building and all the little things like “Does Vandelay Island have all four seasons?” or “Does Vandelay Island have small/medium businesses or is it completely owned, in each and every single way, by the company itself?”

As you can tell, I can’t wait for the sequel to come out. I know it probably won’t answer all of these questions, but a person can dream.

[phoenixkaptain]

I love it when pre Original Trilogy era shows how much effort went into making the Death Star. It took decades, literal decades, and it took so much money and so many people and it was such a secretive thing and it’s staffed by millions because it’s the size of a small moon.

I cannot express how much all of the added information makes it so much funnier that Luke blew it up.

Luke destroys literally everything Palpatine built. He blows up the Death Star, which was referenced in universe as early as the second movie. He blew up the weapon of mass destruction twenty years in the making. And he blew it up pretty much directly after it’s first and only successful attack. It was operational for fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes that Palpatine had the thing he’d been building for longer than Luke has been alive, and Luke blows it up. First day retirement, but first hour retirement.

Luke convinces Darth Vader to turn back to the light side, a feat thought literally impossible by literally everybody. Sidious clearly doesn’t see Vader’s betrayal coming. Vader’s betrayal was not in his plans, nor was it something he was prepared for. Sidious is a powerful Force user with all four limbs while Vader is a man in the tin can Palpatine put him in. If Palpatine had seen Vader turning coming, he would not have allowed it to happen.

Luke literally should not even be alive. Palpatine almost definitely got Padme out of the way on purpose, and he almost certainly was trying for her unborn child as well (there was way too big of a risk that a cute liddol bebe would bring some humanity back to Anakin, and Palpatine did not want Anakin to have any humanity) Luke living is literally the first step in Palpatine’s ultimate downfall, especially once Vader finds out that Luke is his son. His very alive son. His son that is not dead, despite Palpatine claiming Anakin killed Padme. Implying that Anakin killed Padme and she posthumously gave birth. But, she didn’t give birth on Mustafar, which was the last place Anakin interacted with her. And once the mother dies, you have to get those fuckers out fast or they die too.

I imagine Darth Vader piecing all of this together is that meme with all the math floating around his head, because how could Padme have died by his hand and then given birth like two hours later?

Luke killing Palpatine is what ultimately leads to the dissolution of the Empire as an omnipotent entity. Luke killed the Empire. Luke spends a good amount of his adult life killing Empire remnants. We see that in the Mandalorian, since he’s so recognizable that Gideon immediately knows he’s fucked just by seeing an X-wing. We read it in Legends’ continuity, where Luke terrifies Imperials because he can walk into their changing room and stand in their for a minute and they don’t even notice.

Luke destroyed Palpatine’s life’s work. Everything Palpatine spent his whole life working towards, and Luke kills all of it. He blows up not one, but two Death Stars (he may not have pulled the trigger on the second Death Star, but without him, it never would have been destroyed). He convinces not one, but multiple Sith and Dark Jedi to return from the Dark Side. He is the only reason that Obi-Wan Kenobi, the biggest pain in Palpatine’s ass ever born, lives long enough to make it to the Death Star.

Palpatine went through so much effort. And just when he had finally won, when he finally had a weapon capable of destroying entire planets with a single blast, making it impossible for any planets or peoples to go against him, Luke shows up nineteen years late to the Jedi party with space Starbucks and a droid twice his age and almost singlehandedly destroys everything Palpatine ever had a hand in creating.

Luke manages to become even worse than Obi-Wan Kenobi, the ultimate thorn in the side of politicians, and Luke doesn’t even understand any politics. He wasn’t trained in diplomacy like Obi-Wan and Leia, no, he’s a farmboy who left home for the first time in his entire life, just this morning. And he is the one to destroy the Empire.

If they rewrote Star Wars and had it entirely from Palpatine’s perspective, Luke Skywalker would be his greatest foe. Luke Skywalker would be the final boss. Luke Skywalker is the antithesis of everything Palpatine believes in and he is the one character that Palpatine cannot predict. He isn’t as moldable as Anakin, he doesn’t respond to threats very well, he’s apparently impossible to kill via Force lightning (still the funniest scene of all times, the progression of Palpatine’s face falling and him looking like “what the fuck??? Is this kid rubber??? I’ve electrocuted him eight times???”), his unwavering faith in his father’s goodness makes Darth Vader want to be a better person, Luke Skywalker is the big bad of Palpatine’s story and—

There is nothing in this world that is funnier than someone’s biggest antagonist being Luke fucking Skywalker. Luke Skywalker, who saved the galaxy with the power of love and who shouldn’t exist, by Jedi rules and by Palpatine’s own attempts, and whose best friends are literally droids, which Palpatine canonically hates!

Everything about this is hilarious, this is the funniest thing in all of media, Palpatine loses absolutely everything to some backwater farmboy who fucking likes droids.

[kelin-is-writing]

Some of you… Guys… who lack empathy and overall emotional intelligence, kinda love to run your mouth waaaaaay too much and end up saying things that make 0 sense. This fandom is also waaaaay too comfortable with victim blaming Rei and Touya for everything that has happened to the Todorokis while Endeavor gets away with it, for no reason at all at that.

“OhHh BuT hE fElLs SoRrY fOr EvErYtHiNg He DiD”

I’m going to be completely honest with you all: I don’t give a flying fuck that he’s now swimming in his sorrows. He better be drowning in them actually. Because there’s a consequence to everything we do. ALWAYS. Besides, if he was going to feel ohh so sorry about what he did to his family, then he simply shouldn’t have done none of it to begin with.

He can’t go on fill his child like a balloon the way he did and then expect said balloon to not explode after he had blew way too much air into it. That’s egotistical.

You also can’t buy your wife (who was still a minor at the time), have her pop out kids like she’s some kind of kids machine for your greedy needs and even force two of them on her before you go ahead and start physically and mentally abusing her, then expect for there to not be any repercussions on your family’s relationships.

Blaming a kid who got his whole life and being manipulated and then gaslighted by his own father, who remembered he indeed had an eldest son only when it was too late, and a woman who was sold to a greedy, egotistical, egocentric, narcissistic and selfish man when she was a kid who had one option worse than the other (We all know that the Himuras ain’t any more sane than Endeavor) is so weird guys, please.

Touya was treated like a human weapon by his own father, who as soon as he saw no more use in him and his quirk just casted the kid aside (which was before Natsuo was even conceived btw). So where’s the favoritism in this? Where? Because I can’t see it anywhere, no matter how hard I look for it. And why is that? Because there’s none. So you lot can stop being delusional about this topic, ‘cause it doesn’t stand up not even if you force it. You can’t erase the manipulation (into making him think he could become the #1 Hero, surpass All Might for his father and be the strongest) and then the gaslighting (telling him he can’t do any of that anymore since his quirk won’t permit it, telling Touya he should give up on his dream because it will never happen after Endeavor ingrained all that into his mind) just like that, then call all of this favoritism. Do you all even know what favoritism is? Or you just find out words on the Internet, ignore completely their meaning, and run with them blindly? Because I am bewildered by how some of you guys be coming on here to just say anything… Touya got failed by his parents and his siblings, because he was ignored and neglected by his siblings as much as he was by his parents (Shoto excluded because Endeavor was busy grooming him this time around) but none of you guys even call them out on Touya going through all of that alone, for some reason, while being okay with what Natsuo and Fuyumi told him as soon as they got into the battlefield. Like they ain’t bad siblings too and Endeavor wasn’t the reason they all lost each others as a family, literally do not piss me off I beg. I’m firmly convinced some of you guys pick and choose who you defend in the Todofam, but like… Everything you guys say makes no sense? It just shows me that some of you lack, as I said at the very beginning of the post, empathy and emotional intelligence. Which is sad.

You all can say “We’ve all gone through hard times alone” as much as you want, but that is not normal at all, towards any time of relationship but especially towards family. It’s not healthy and it can hurt a person a lot, making them close in themselves and when it starts to hurt from the inside the moment you stop getting all of the pent up stress inside it’s no good at all. And for the record, Touya (or just anyone) venting or opening himself to Natsuo about what he’s going through it’s not trauma dumping. It’s never trauma dumping if you genuinely care for someone (clarifying this before any of you emotional ignorant peoples come at me about this 🫠). So Natsuo and Fuyumi being in all of this too shouldn’t be used as an excuse for pushing their brother’s concerns and feelings under the rug, families are supposed to go through these type of situations as a family if they want to keep living happily as such, but they remembered this after one of them died and their youngest sibling was being still raised as a fighting machine by their abusive father. So, mind you, but they all (except Shoto) owe Touya some big ass apologies written down on a letter with tears if I gotta be honest.

As for Rei; she became a mother young, went through a lot all alone because mind you Mr. Husband was waaaaay too busy trying to groom their son into a Hero machine that could beat someone he is incapable of beating (Because a nullity will always be a nullity after all, even when becoming a #1 after the former #1 retirement, if they insist on projecting ofc) to help and guide his young and inexperienced wife through a wedding like theirs. How was she supposed to not lose her mind after being sold, neglected, beaten up, verbally abused, forced to pop out kids like a gachapon, seeing her fourteen years old son lose himself into the void because of his father and then he dies too, without never getting love nor affection from his father (the one he looked up to) the way a kid wants, needs and is supposed to get which is something I’m 100% sure led her to depression. You all diminish too much the grief a mother feels when she loses her kids. There’s much a mother, a human, can handle; and for Rei it got to a point where every trace of Endeavor disgusted her so much her whole body rejected his entire existence leading her to a mental breakdown. One that was due to come earlier if we think about it, but she was strong enough for her remaining kids until she couldn’t do it anymore. What she did to Shoto is wrong, I know and I acknowledge, but she’s a traumatized person who sees her abuser everywhere she goes because, unfortunately, it’s the person she was forced to marry. She apologized to Shoto right away, because she was still mature and sane enough to recognize her mistake right when it happened.

But Endeavor’s ego is so big that it took him his eldest son nearly blowing everyone up and becoming a walking torch before he finally apologized to the whole family for his wrong doings of 10 years prior. Which is crazy to me.

So I’m gonna need you all to stop erase Endeavor’s wrongdoings and try to gaslight the whole fandom into blaming Rei and Touya for the mistakes of someone else, because they’re the biggest victims in all of this shit.

That being said, hope y’all get well soon 🫶🏻💜

[strawberymilku]

Hate fuck

featuring: Blade x female!Reader

genre: smut, hate fuck, a lot of swearing, mentions of slut and whores, blowjob, degrading, slapping, choking, rough sex, enemies to lover arc, daddy kink, unprotected sex, doggy style, creampie

a/n: i really wanted to write a hate fuck for so long, so i tried. reader is a horny mf, so blade gotta show who that toy belongs to.

word count: 3.2k

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"I really hate you," the girl Stellaron Hunter muttered, he stole her snacks form the fridge as always.

Blade smirked, the edge of his eyebrow raised.

"And yet if I wasn’t here, you’d be bored out of your mind. I don’t think you want that, Princess."

"Don't Princess me, I never share food, you know that," she hissed, throwing the half eaten cake, in the bin, glaring at him.

"Now now, is that any way to treat your enemy?" His smirk got wider, revealing just how much of an annoying bastard he could be. The bastard part was mostly true, it was the annoying part which was up for debate.

"Besides, I’m still pretty hungry…"

"How about I touch your sword, do you like it?" she intentionally touched his weapon, smudging it with the icing she touched just now, just to tilt him further.

He rolled his eyes. His sword was the last thing he wanted a careless girl like her touching. Then again, it was hard to deny how attractive she truly was. In a more perfect world, the two of them would end up together. But unfortunately, this wasn’t one of those. A smirk once again spread across his lips, his hands quickly reaching over to hers, his thumb stroking the inside of her palm as he held her wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

Her anger turned into frustration as he took her hand and licked the cream off her hand on purpose, kneeling down in front of her, however wasn't pleasurable on her face as it turned into a scowl, removing her hand from his grip. "You're disgusting, really." she slapped his face away, backing off from her seat.

Blade stood up and looked at her with a small smirk. Though her anger was far from being cute, he still had no regrets in his actions. That was just how he was, a disgusting bastard.

"You’re no different, darling. How many times have I seen you walk in late with a different person each time? I doubt you even know their names."

"It's none of your business," she furrowed her eyebrows, pissed at how observant he was with her, it was rather creepy.

"Aren't you just Kafka's little lapdog?" she had crossed that line, wayy cross that line. His face turned into huge rage, staring her dead in her eyes.

"Don’t you even go there, you filthy whore." his voice got louder as he glared at her. His expression twisted and his body language was now more threatening, even. No one dared to call him Kafka’s lapdog, and especially not from her. Blade was his own man.

"Isn't that why you joined the Stellaron Hunters, you're just her boy toy," she grinned. It was just her assumptions, he had his other reasons but that doesn’t matter, she was literally humiliating her. He cannot allow that.

Blade’s blood boiled. He had only a few things that could get him really riled up, and being associated with Kafka was one of them.

"You little slut. I’ll have you know, I did not join because of her. I have my own reasons for doing so, and they do not involve that woman."

"Don't call me a slut, you are a simp. A literal simp, do you even know what that means?" she snickered, enjoying to see his angry facial expression.

He was just about done with her. He clenched his hands, the veins on his forearms bulging. How much he wish to destroy her right at the moment, he imagined if his cum was all over her face, he want to humiliate her right there, but he kept his composure.

"Shut the hell up and keep your mouth shut. Don’t think that just because I didn’t join because of her means that I’m a simp." he tried to act calm instead, folding his arms.

Blade sighed, running his hands through his hair. He had let her get to him too easily. She was clearly trying to piss him off, and she had succeeded. In response, he was simply going to have to do the same.

"You know, now that I've actually gotten to talk to you for more than a few minutes, I can see exactly how much of a disappointment you are to everyone around you. Your parents must be ashamed to have you as a daughter."

"Don't bring my parents into this..." she looked up at him, he had gone way too far, she got up from his seat, approaching with him with her fan made of different blades attached to it, pointing on his neck.

He smirked, noticing his remark must have gotten to her. That is the exact reaction he had been wanting for. He raised a brow when her fan approached his neck, though he didn’t bat an eye at that either. The only thing he seemed interested in was the fact he had successfully gotten her.

"Or what? You’re going to hurt me? Come on, do it then."

She dug his skin with the point of the blade as it went further deeper, but she held her urges for murdering him, which she knew Kafka would come after her, for not getting along. "You have gone way too far, Blade. Take it back," she growled, looking into his red and golden gradient eyes.

Blade didn’t even flinch. In fact, he only smirked while blood slowly dropped down his neck. This certainly hurt, though he decided it was too late to back up now. Her anger was already through the roof. So all there was left to do was continue what he did best - piss her off.

“Make me.”

It seemed he was going to have to show her who was boss. With some quick and fluid motions, he was able to knock her backwards and pinned her to the wall using nothing but the strength of his arms. The red stains on his neck had now gone all the way from the front down to the back. He leaned in close, his body heat and breath filling her face. He liked how he had power here.

"Let go of me you lapdog," she looked above him, but he was twice her size.

“No.” Blade smirked, gripping her shoulders tightly. “Now tell me, little girl. Who’s the one in charge here? Who decides what happens and what doesn’t? Answer me.”

"No, what I said was right," she shrugged, daring to look at him back, or even say a word against him.

It made him smirk- he was enjoying this. It was a power trip for him. The satisfaction that came from him having complete control over her.

"That’s not how this works, darling." He leaned in even closer and whispered. "Say it."

"I'm sorry for calling you Kafka's lapdog, although which is true.." she apologized, giving it a half ass sincere words.

He finally released his grip from her, pulling her slightly closer. Now they were eye-to-eye, she was probably now noticing just how much of a height difference they had. But other than that, he was now in a much more relaxed position.

"At this rate it seems to me like you’re begging for a kiss." Blade said, his voice laced with an air of smugness.

"Quite the confidence you have, who said I want to kiss you," she rolled her eyes, wanting to push him away from her, ready to get out of the room, wanting to storm in Kafka’s office room and file a report but first she need to escape from his strong grip.

“Tell me, what’s stopping you?” Blade said, his voice getting more seductive with each word.

"Hmm, yes there is, actually, you got a pretty face but an ugly personality, nah not a man in my eyes" she hummed, wanting to piss him off, if she could.

“Is that so?” He smirked and got even closer to her. His breath and body heat were now on her face, his lips only a few inches from hers.

“Hate me all you want, but I see the way you look at me. Your anger clearly hides this intense lust for me. It’s clear as day how much you want me.”

"Oh please, aren't you jerking off the pictures Silver Wolf took for me?" her forehead vein was twitching from the bitter truth, exposing him to tilt him even more.

Blade got pissed just from those words alone. She had clearly touched a spot he was uncomfortable with. Now he was going to make her regret it.

“Shut up, you little whore.” he hissed, his voice dripping with anger and hatred. “I’m surprised you haven’t begged for me to punish you yet.”

"Why should I? I knew you want me," she looked smug, saying the words to drill it in his head.

Blade froze for a moment. Was she... actually enjoying this? That made him madder than anything! But... he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it a little bit himself. Blade leaned in even closer, his voice now laced with a sadistic and condescending tone.

“And I think you want me too, honey.”

She scoffed at that line he told her, but she could feel his grip on her soft arms, still pinning on her wall. It was true, she wants him too, and why are they acting so tough about it. "You're a bit delusional, Bladie" she hid her true self again.

He was enjoying this game more than he let on. He pulled her even closer.

“How cute... I wonder why you keep calling me delusional. Could it be because you’re afraid to let yourself be vulnerable to me?”

"You're so annoying, can I just shut you up already?" she whispered, she could feel his breath so close.

Blade smirked at her request. He was tempted. It’d be so easy... with a quick movement, he could pull her in fully, and their lips would meet. It was a simple motion. However, his mouth remained shut. Instead, he gave her that seductive smirk once more, his eyes locked on hers.

“Make me.”

She pushed her head, their nose were already touching, the proximity was too close, but she was such a tease, she didn't kiss him yet, she just want to push his buttons, their lips just a centimeter away, she let out a giggle as she earned a growl from his impatience.

Blade finally pulled her in and their lips met. His tongue swirled around her mouth, their tongues making contact. It was the most passionate kiss he had ever shared with anyone. She’d finally broken him. His hands grabbed her by her waist, his grip slightly tight, pulling her closer to his body. Blade just wanted to forget everything else. It was just them, now. Just this moment. All he wanted was to keep kissing. Keep kissing until she lost breath.

She bit his bottom lip, until he part away for air, a saliva string was formed after they cut their hot headed kiss, she looked up at him for answers, but she really enjoyed the kiss as much as he does.

They fuel their hate into desires, she was placed on his laps on the sofa, as she kissed him deeply, head tilted so they could deepened the kiss, she touched his bandaged chest, trying to take the bandage off goddamn slowly as they continued kiss.

Blade wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. Their hot-headed love-hate kiss was growing more and more intense with each passing moment. Blade didn’t even realize how much his hands had began to explore her body, one of them slipping between her legs, squeezing her ass. She was right, he was a bit of a simp.

“Get down now,” he ordered her, he unbuckled his pants as he made her kneel down, he put a thumb softly inside her mouth. “Okay, suck it, whore.” he loved how obedient she was. “Now, beg, beg for my dick, Princess” the girl glared at him underneath but she was down bad for one right now.

“Please, can I suck your cock, daddy?” she gave with such submissive pleading eyes.

“I’d hate myself if I weren’t to give you one, know you place, slut.” he sprung out his massive cock, twitching with precum just from her whines, veins popping but he chose to slap it across her face.

“Say, who is in charge right now?” he asked for more powerplay.

“You, daddy.” she replied trying to lick his tip as he inserted the entrance of her mouth.

“Suck it, suck it like you mean it,” he growled in a moment of satisfaction, he wanted her like this, taking in his cock in her mouth, wanting to shut that blabby mouth shut like this.

The girl listened to his demands, sucking him as if she needed that dick for so long, her cheeks hollowed, trying to earn more moans and heavy pants from him.

“I hate you so much I want to fuck that mouth of yours,” his hips pushed more, as the tip touched the girl’s throat. His hand held her head, as he fucked his throat as much as he want.

“That’s what you deserve,” he hissed, every thrust as he could feel the inside of her throat, the poor girl was tearing up from gagging off his huge dick.

“Deserved to be fucked by the mouth, can’t talk anymore?” he laughed evilly, going feral as she continued to suck as tears formed under her eyes, he wiped that tears off from her pretty face.

“You can take more, no?” he liked it, liked how much control he has right now. The girl shook her head but he didn’t like that answer, pushing his cock further in her throat.

He kept fucking her mouth as if she was a toy made just for her.

“That’s for the boys you have been fucking with,” he pushed his hips deep as the balls were touching her chins. He could feel his orgasms near in just a moment.

Before he cum, he took off his dick, giving it a few pumps as he came all over her pretty face, just like how he imagined. He grabbed his phone, snapping a few shots of the facial he painted on her face, as if it was a masterpiece he made. “Hey, that’s not-” she had no right to deny.

“Yes, it is. God, you look so pretty for me, Princess. I will be saving this picture,” he showed her the snap he took. “Gotta make it a wallpaper for me to stare,” he tossed the phone on the table. He carried her body in one arm, making it in a bridal style. She looked so small in his arms.

"I hate you so much," she whispered in his ears. She really hate in for wanting him so much, she wanted to see what will happen next.

“Hate is just a replacement for love, dear.” Blade smirked and whispered back, his breath now hitting behind her ear, giving a few nibbles on her earlobes, placing her on his mattress. He got on top of the bed, ready to fuck so she stop talking as well.

"No, it's true I hated you, Bladie," she could feel his hands roaming on her body, as if he already owned her as his.

“Keep telling yourself that if it’s going to help you sleep at night, darling.” He smirked again and looked down at her. Now that he had her pinned down, he didn’t know what was next, but he had some ideas in mind. “I could always make you feel worse, if you’d like?”

"I hate you so much that I wish to f*ck you," he growled, taking off the clothes from her covering her beautiful body, ripping the undergarments in one tear.

He gave her breasts a few massage, “Say you want me inside, slut.” he whispered close in her ear, as he placed his cock on the entrance of her wet cunt.

“I don’t-” she replied, to tease him.

“But I will,” he entered her folds, giving it a few adjustment to his size. He let out a moan of satisfaction on how tight she was.

“So tight, even though you are a whore. Take my dick slut,” he gave a few slap on her ass as he took off his dick, spun him in a doggy position, pulling her hair, entering inside her again.

“You want me to fuck you like a good fucking whore you are right?” he asked again, pulling her wrists behind her back with one hand, the other hand pulling her arm. The girl couldn’t even reply, mewling in pain on her scalp and the pleasure she was getting from below.

“Y-yes, daddy. Please. I want your cock inside me, use me as much as you want,” she moaned out, feeling him fucking her, pushing his dick, kissing her cervix many times, abusing it until she gripped on his sheets of the bed.

“Good, your wish is my command,” he slapped on her ass, thrusting his dick, bullying her gummy walls, faster. She felt so good wrapped around his dick. He wanted her like this for so long. She belonged to him, and him only, wanting to take control of her all night like this.

The room was filled with the smell of sweat, and the sound of his balls slapping on her ass, abusing her with slaps, moans and grunts in harmony, as he fucked her as much he wanted to fuck her life as well.

“God, you’re so tight for even, as a slut. Want this slutty pussy of yours,” he groped her breasts with his two hands, his hips pushing inside her body with greater pace penetrating that one G-spot until she moaned louder and louder.

“Moan louder so everyone can hear how much I’m pleasing you, Princess.” he bit her ear, he pushed the tip of his dick in her cervix to earn himself a scream by rubbing her clit for her, rubbing the bud until it goes numb.

“Blade, ahh!” he was fucking until her brain wasn’t working in pieces, she was obviously drunk from the fucks he been giving.

“S’so so goodd,” she moaned out his name, mewling in pleasure. “Want you, want you daddy, hnghh” she panted desperately asking for his cock to abuse her hole.

“P-please, I’m so close daddy, can I cum?” she begged, trying to hold for herself, as the bed started to make creaking noises.

“Do you want my cum inside you too, Princess?” he hummed, not stopping his pace, as he could feel her pussy tightened more around his cock, he didn’t stop rubbing the clit, pushing her to an edge of pleasure.

“Y-yes, I will take it, please, I need to cum.” tears were glistening as he kept the sensitive bud.

“Good, you will earn that.” his dick twitched, shooting all the white hot seeds inside that womb, in a massive load, riding her orgasms. He let out a low groan from the immense pleasure by the moment she screamed.

He wasn’t that cruel, wiping the sweat off her face, putting the tired girl inside his arms. “I hate you so much, but stay in my arms tonight,” he closed his eyes, putting her in his chest, touching her hair, kissing her forehead. The female Stellaron Hunter just nodded, giving him a smile, calling it a night as they both cuddled in Blade’s bed.

Hate and love there is no in between but, they are really in love right?

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[charlessmiths-wife]

having donna brain rot so like…. have some headcannons if you want x these are mostly hcs of what I think a relationship would be like with her but there’s also some general ones in there!

DONNA HCS

CW!! brief mentions of PTSD/discussions of poor mental health

-> i think my personal take on Donna is that she’s very quiet/introverted at first, but the more comfortable she becomes around you the more she opens up. i see her as the silent but thoughtful type. she’s got a lot of care for those who mean a lot to her (so you!) but around those who she doesn’t like or isn’t as comfortable around this angel is absolutely silent. plenty of thoughts about how annoying they are, but they’re very rarely vocalised.

-> on that note, Donna hates meetings of the lords.

-> it’s not that Donna has awful relationships with the other lords of the village, I actually do believe they are relatively close in spite of the fact she prefers her isolation

-> it’s more so… meetings often showcase a lot of strong personalities… which lead to arguments (particularly Heisenberg and Alcina based arguments - this is affectionate bc I love them both x) that just stress Donna out.

-> i think (given how long Donna lived on her on with just Angie and the dolls for company) Donna didn’t really have anyone to open up to regarding past traumas or any issues that troubled her.

-> so when she first met you, and saw how much you cared about her… and how much you listened… she couldn’t believe it

-> literally.

-> I have a hc that shortly after coming clean to you about her feelings for you and beginning to grow closer to you, Donna… had something of an argument with you

-> she legitimately believed you were too good to be true. and you were some sort of cruel manipulation tactic sent by like Miranda or something to butter her up for some kind of scheme.

-> once you reassured her your feelings for her were genuine and you truly cared for her simply because you loved her… she broke down sobbing.

-> it broke your heart to see her believe so genuinely she didn’t deserve you. but that day did prove to be crucial in not only you guys’ relationship, but also Donna’s life.

-> not only did you manage to encourage Donna to seek help for her mental health struggles- but you also encouraged her to open up more to you.

-> and she does! she does both! and babygirl comes on leaps and bounds!

-> Donna’s past experiences will always be with her, but you managed to show her she’s deserving and worthy of a brighter future.

-> I like to imagine you guys love baking together, particularly Donna. She finds it relaxing.

-> and she’s AMAZING at it. and cooking.

-> omfg Donna is incredible at cooking.

-> she loves to make Italian dishes for you. and she gets Angie to help.

-> Just imagine walking into the kitchen to find Donna absolutely MASTERING the art of hand making your favourite meal… meanwhile Angies running around the kitchen wearing a small chefs hat and apron (that Donna made) waving a wooden spoon around as if it’s a weapon.

-> You and Donna do have to wrestle the spoon off of her later that night.

-> I also think Donna really likes music!

-> she owns an old record player, sometimes she’ll play a record for the pair of you and ask you to dance. you always say yes, how could you say no to someone so cute?

-> she’s actually a very talented person. you’re always reminding her of this, because sometimes she forgets.

-> the woman literally has an ear for good music, can bake, cook, CRAFT, sew, garden, write….

-> I also (for some reason) think she has some secret talent at chess. Like, she’s untouchable when it comes to that game. You don’t know how, but she wins every time, it’s entertaining to watch but it does mean board game nights aren’t really overly competitive x

-> her love language is absolutely words of affirmation.

-> please tell her how much you care about her, and how good you think she is. she will melt.

-> i actually think her default form of giving love language is a mixture of physical touch and gift giving.

-> she mightn’t always know how to tell you how much she loves you verbally, but she’ll write it in a poem and gift it to you or she’ll make you a gift or maybe even softly stroke your back in the mornings and it’ll all be clear

-> you never have to doubt how much she cares about you.

-> loves cutesy nicknames. call her ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ and watch her MELT.

-> (has a soft spot for the nickname ‘princess’.)

-> you and her are just so sickeningly sweet when you’re together.

-> you can spend entire days with each other in peaceful silence. just lying in each others arms and occasionally whispering how much you love each other, softly pressing kisses to each others lips cheeks and forehead. really anywhere you can.

-> Angie will roll her eyes and pretend to be ‘sick’ but she’s secretly over the moon. she’s never seen Donna so happy and confident in herself than when she found you.

-> it makes her happy to see. it’s what Donna deserves <3

AAAAGGGGG I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS WOMAN 😭😭😭

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: “-so we have TONS of angel-killing weapons now, thanks to Vaggie! Who had a lovely… Errrr. Fight?”

Vaggie: “It was pretty one sided. Call it a training match.”

Charlie: “She had a lovely training match with Carmilla Carmine! Who repeatedly kneed and kicked her in the face, which I’m not allowed to get upset about, because Vaggie isn’t upset about it!”

Sir Pentious: “Oh that sssounds… Pleasssant?”

Angel Dust: “Of course the one time Saint Sapphic isn’t pissed is when someone actually beats the crap outta her.”

Husk: “Wha’d I say? She’s got issues.”

Niffty: “Kneed in the face by Carmilla Carmine!?” (wistful sigh) “Lucky…”

Husk: “And you’ve got even worse issues, somehow.”

Vaggie: “Meanwhile, Charlie was off singing herself up a whole army in Cannibal Town.”

Charlie: “I wouldn’t call them a whole army-”

Vaggie: “They barely fit inside the hotel, babe.”

Charlie: “-and I wouldn’t really call it mine. Alastor and Rosie helped!”

Vaggie: “Did they give you the cannibal army?”

Charlie: “Nnnnoooo… I mean they did introduce me, but I had to do the convincing part myself.”

Vaggie: “Then it’s your army.”

Charlie: “Huh.”

Charlie: “…..hm.”

Vaggie: “Feels kinda nice, doesn’t it?”

Charlie: (giggling) “Maaaybe a little~”

Angel Dust: “If yous two LBs start kissin’ about the literal man eating army now under ya sway, I’m gonna be sick.”

Vaggie: “Aren’t you supposed to have zero gag reflex?”

Angel Dust: “That’s for sex stuff, Vaggitales. This is sappy and sincere.”

Husk: “A word that’s barely in your fucking vocabulary.”

Charlie: “Now Husk, you know that’s not true-”

Angel Dust: “Oh it’s true baby! But I’d be sucha a gooood little school boy if ya wanted to try teachin’ me, Purrrrfessor~”

Husk: “Can we feed him to the cannibals.”

Charlie: “No!”

Vaggie: “If they get sick before the big fight then we’re all dead.”

Angel Dust: “Hey!”

Sir Pentious: (SNIFFLING)

Charlie: “Oh oh Pen! Don’t be scared- no one’s feeding anyone to any cannibals!”

Vaggie: “Well. We’re not feeding anyone from the hotel to them…”

Charlie: “You hush, beautiful. Now there there Pentious, what wrong?”

Sir Pentious: “Nothing issss now! But EVERYTHING wasss, while you and missss Vaggie were fighting!”

Vaggie: “We weren’t-”

Charlie: “That was just me being-”

Vaggie & Charlie: “...”

Vaggie: “Sorry, you go-”

Charlie: “No no after you!”

Vaggie & Charlie: “..…..”

Hotel Crew: “….”

Vaggie: “Charlie had good reasons for being angry-”

Charlie: “I wasn’t angry! Or, not the way I THOUGHT I was? It’s complicated-”

Vaggie: “Valid. Reasonable. Way more forgiving than called for.”

Charlie: “If I’d just TALKED with you like you’d WANTED-”

Vaggie: “You didn’t want to. That’s fair.”

Charlie: “I guess, but. It wasn’t fun.”

Sir Pentious: “No it wasss not!” (crying) “It sssseemed as though you were ssssplitting up! L-leaving ussss! It wasss! DREADFUL!!”

Charlie: “Ohhhhh nooooo we would never-!”

Vaggie: “The hotel thing is kinda bigger than one relationship, Pentious. We’re not giving up on you guys.”

Charlie: “-and that’s also why we’d never break up.”

Vaggie: “Never’s a long time sweetie… and three years was a long time too.”

Charlie: “Not with you it wasn’t. And forever won’t be either.”

Vaggie: “…”

Angel Dust: “If you cry, I really will throw up.”

Vaggie: “Shut up.”

Charlie: (hugs vaggie) “See, Pen? You don’t have to worry about us, okay?”

Sir Pentious: “Okay. Y-essss.”

Charlie: “Shh sshh, please don’t cry…”

Sir Pentious: (wailing) “I can’t help it!!!”

Vaggie: “Hey, how come HIS tears aren’t vomit worthy but MINE are??”

Angel Dust: “Cuz he’s a sad snake boy in a top hat that cuddles with eggs, and you’re supposed to be tough as nails and impossible to fucking break, Vagina. Seein’ ya as being anything other than gay or pissed? Stomach turning. Yuck” 

Husk: “You’ve got issues too, dumbass.”

Angel Dust: “I know.” (preens) “But they look GOOD on me~”

Sir Pentious: (snuffles) “It’sss jussst so good, sssssseeing you two the way you sssshould be! Ugh.” (dripping) “May I borrow a, a tisssssue, Niffty?”

Niffty: “SURE-”

Husk: “You don’t fucking want that or to know where the fuck it’s been. Here. Napkin.”

Sir Pentious: “Thankssss!”

Sir Pentious:  (LOUD NOSE BLOWING HONK)

Charlie: “Better?”

Sir Pentious: “Much, yessss. But how did you manage it?”

Charlie: “Manage what?”

Sir Pentious: “Fixssssing thingsss between you! After it wasss so bad!”

Husk: “Without any alcohol, even.”

Sir Pentious: "Or exssssplossions!"

Angel Dust: “Yeah toots, three years of not sayin’ she was an angel is a pretty big shit pile to have dropped on ya, even in hell.”

Niffty: “YEAH VAGGIE! HOW MANY SOULS HAVE YOU KILLED?!”

Vaggie: “Thousands.”

Husk: “FUCK.”

Niffty: “OoooOOoohhhhh~”

Angel Dust: “Now that’s a body count. Like, not a good one but. Wow.”

Sir Pentious: “Sssee? And now Charlie isss hugging you! How iss that possssible?”

Vaggie: “… I don’t… I, gave her space….”

Charlie: “She’s Vaggie. I already knew who she was.”

Husk: “Exorcist.”

Angel Dust: “Liar?”

Niffty: “Mass MURDERER heheheh…”

Charlie: “My partner.”

Sir Pentious: “I don’t underssstand! Did ssshe sssay ssssorry?”

Vaggie: “Sorry really wouldn’t cut it.”

Charlie: (laughing) “She helped me start the hotel- and run it- and get my dad’s help talking to heaven, and- more things than I can count, honestly! Doesn’t that say enough?”

Sir Pentious: “Oh… ssso wordsss are not… what mattersss?”

Charlie: “They can matter, but it’s what we DO that makes them mean anything.”   

Sir Pentious: "...what we... do?"

Angel Dust: “Like how heaven and it’s angels say it’s all full of great people up there but then they go an' leave us all to rot and die, yeah?”

Charlie: “Vaggie didn’t."

Angel Dust: "Score! Hell's got ONE angry lesbian on it's side!"

Charlie: "And I won’t either.”

Hotel Crew: “…”

Husk: “Are we done. I need a drink.”

Vaggie: “Y-eah.” (hoarse) (clears throat) “That’s where we’re at now. Any questions?”

Angel Dust: (raises hands) “Husk has one!”

Husk: “Fuck you no I don’t-”

Angel Dust: “Sure ya do babypaws. What the FUCK-”

Angel Dust: (points at Vaggie’s wings)

Angel Dust: “-are THOOOOOOSE???”

Vaggie: “…Those are my wings. Asshole.”

Angel Dust: “Bitch~”

Husk: “Motherfucking dumbasses.”

Charlie: “Angel please, it’s rude to point like that! And to um. Say the other part also- but that’s okay I know you mean it in a nice way!”

Angel Dust: “An’ what about Saint Vagatha huh? She called me shit too! Was that her bein’ nice?”

Charlie: “She-”

Vaggie: “I’m nicely not stabbing you.”

Charlie: “-she’s trying her best.”

Angel Dust: “By not stabbing me?”

Husk: “Now that’s impressive as hell.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Angel Dust: “Hmph. Lucky a guy can take pride in people wantin' to stick stuff in him...”

Sir Pentious: “Vaggie? Pleasse pardon the quesstion, however I ssssseem to recall you sssaying you didn’t HAVE any, ah, wingssss?”

Niffty: “Or tits!”

Vaggie: “They grew back.”

Niffty: “Did your t-”

Vaggie: “Niffty-” (groans) “Look, there’s a cockroach over there. Go hunt, kill- whatever.”

Niffty: "KILL KILL KILL-!"

Charlie: “Aren’t her wings AMAZING! LOOK AT THEM!!! You guys have no idea how soft-! wait they what? Grew back?”

Angel Dust: (grinning) “What about your-”

Vaggie: “Ask about my tits twice in one day and die.”

Charlie: “They were gone? You weren’t just hiding them- Twice?”

Niffty: (on vaggie’s shoulder) (checking down her shirt) “Nope! Tits still missing. Nice pecs though!”

Vaggie: “………”

Angel Dust: “She said it, not me!!”

Vaggie: (SIGH) “These are the people I’m about to risk my life for.”

Charlie: “I feel like I’ve missed something important..?”

Husk: “No you fucking haven’t.”

Angel Dust: “So oh heavenly cunt, what the fuck did ya do with Carmine to get the feather dusters reinstated?”

Vaggie: “No idea. Uh- Thought gay thoughts about Charlie? I guess?”

Charlie: “Awww~!”

Sir Pentious: “Aww!!”

Vaggie: “And mostly non-violent thoughts about the rest of you.”

Niffty: “Booo…”

Vaggie: “Anyway, since Lute didn’t use heavenly steel while tearing them off my back, I guess they just needed time to heal up or whatever.”

Charlie: “I’m SO gonna send a thank-you note to Carmilla for helping you with… tha….”

Charlie: “….tEARING? She, Lute-”

Vaggie: “Not now. Tell you later, babe.”

Charlie: “BUt- I’ve met her TWICE and you didn’t say-!”                   

Vaggie: “Let’s focus on finishing debriefing the troo- the friends for now. ‘kay?”

Charlie: “I…”

Angel Dust: “I TOLD YA IDIOTS IT MIGHT BE A SENSITIVE FUCKING TOPIC!”

Husk: “Then why the fuck did you bring it up!?”

Angel Dust: “My mouth likes to be open and stupid shit comes out of it sometimes- I dunno!”

Vaggie: “Yeah well I’m so not about to start spilling the gory details in the hotel lobby. The cannibals are already starting to look hungry. If we’re up to date on the mission statement and current crew resource management situation, then-”

Niffty: “Hey Vaggie, Vaggieee.”

Vaggie: “What.”

Niffty: (giggles) “Did Lute steal your tits too?”

Vaggie: “….”

Angel Dust: “…what? Don’t glare at ME about ya blindly obvious shortfall in that depar-Tit-ment-”

Husk: “Shut up before she fucking tests some of her new shiny weapons on you.”

Vaggie: “Don’t give me ideas.”

Charlie: “Why is everyone talking about my girlfriend’s breasts. She got her wings ripped off and suddenly has them back, and we’re all just, talking about bra size???”

Angel Dust: “Toots, if she wears bras, it’s gotta be just so’s she looks good for you.”

Vaggie: “I’ll take that compliment.”

Angel Dust: “I wasn’t sayin’ it as one-”

Vaggie: “Change your mind or lose your hair.”

Angel Dust: “-you’re a very loving lesbian and ya make Sappho the OG herself proud.”

Vaggie: “Better.”

Sir Pentious: “E-excusssse me!? Thisss, sssssadistic Lute person iss, ssssssomeone we will be fighting against..?”

Vaggie: “Yeah but I’ll handle her, don’t worry.”

Charlie: “wHAT!?”

Vaggie: “I said, I’m the one who knows how she fights anyway, so I’ll-”

Charlie: “YOU. WILL. NOT-”

Demon Charlie: “-NIFFTY DON’T YOU DARE STUFF THAT DEAD COCKROACH DOWN MY GIRLFRIEND’S SHIRT!!!”

Vaggie: “AUGH?!”

Niffty: “Aww.”

Angel Dust: “Oh that’s nasty.”

Husk: "Hreaugh." (hairball noise) “Whatever’s wrong with you, Niffty, never EVER fucking tell me what it is.”

Niffty: (waving cockroach) “It’s just for padding~ You know what they say! Every little bit helps! Right?”

Charlie & Vaggie: “NO!”

Niffty: (CACKLING)

Sir Pentious: “…..thisss isss, sssssso beautiful….”

Husk: “The fucking cockroach?”

Sir Pentious: “No. Them.” (wipes tear) “They’re ssstill, hugging.”

Angel Dust: “Yeah... It’s almost sweet enough to make a guy puke.”

Husk: “Almost?”

Angel Dust: “Well I’m not gonna ruin the mood for them by actually puking!”

Husk: (smiles) “Uh-huh.”

Angel Dust: “Plus, think of my boots! What if they got splashed on and shit?”

Husk: “Right.”

Angel Dust: “And Niffty’s doin’ good work breakin’ the tension and grossin’ them out anyway…”

Husk: “Mm-hmm.”

Angel Dust: “….And. It’s nice to see ‘em bein’ cute again.”

Husk: “…..”

Angel Dust: “….because it was weird when they weren’t and maybe, MAYBE, I was worried.”

Husk: “There we fucking go. Good boy.”

Angel Dust: “!!!”

Sir Pentious: “Oh that sseems to have cheered him up immenssely..”

Husk: "Fuck."

Angel Dust: “Oooh~ Nauseous to horny in less than a second? Damn, Purrrfessor. That’s a new record even for me~”

Husk: “Fuck no.” (fleeing)

Husk: “Alright, I’m opening the fucking bar! Come get your complimentary we might all be dying together soon drinks- and nobody fucking DARE ask me to use body parts in them. This isn’t fucking Cannibal Town. My drinks are good enough without fingers or eyeballs floating in them or whatever.”

Cannibal crowd: (grumbles but politely ques up for drinks)

Charlie: “I think maybe we’ll pass? Vaggie? Our room, us, alone, maybe?”

Vaggie: “Are we gonna talk about stuff?”

Charlie: “I would VERY MUCH like to talk about all things now yes please.”

Vaggie: “Then I’m gonna need a drink. Husk-”

Husk: “Take the fucking bottle.”

Angel Dust: “Here, and this bottle too!”

Charlie: “Oh thank you Angel D- is this LUBE!? Already OPENED lube!??!?”

Angel Dust: “Happy make-up sex~”

Charlie: “I- Vaggie no, not the spear- thanks, Angel Dust, but I think- Vaggie I said not the spear- I think we can do without borrowing your, uh, personal bottle of- okay that’s it, up over the shoulder you go. Hup!”

Vaggie: “I’m gonna kill him! I’m gonna save him from the extermination by killing him RIGHT NOW!”

Charlie: “-and you told me to ignore you when you talk like that. Anyway, everyone else have good night with the drinks and cannibals!”

Angel Dust: "Will do, toots! You gays enjoy eatin' each other out!"

Vaggie: “Babe please just let me strangle him a little bit-”

Charlie: “Nope! We’re gonna go explore some past trauma!”

Angel Dust: “An’ each other’s bodies!!!”

Charlie: (carrying vaggie upstairs) “Not helping!”

Vaggie: (still struggling) “I don't NEED to talk about my trauma- i need to get my hands on that asshole twink!"

Angel Dust: "GET IN LINE BEHIND HALF OF HELL, VAG-GAY!"

Charlie: "Hold my hand instead?"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: (melting) (holds hand) "...fiiiiine."

[di-writes-stuff]

The Very First Night

Derek Shepherd x fem!Reader

One Shot

TW: Literally nothing. I’m taking a quick break from Evermore because I am so in love with this man I need to write some fluffy shit for him. No use of Y/N

A/N: This is based around the whole prom episode. I needed some self indulgent fluffiness. Also yes I’m ignoring both Meredith and Addisons existence in relation to Derek. Fight me.

When the chief announced that Seattle Grace Hospital would be holding a prom, you would have thought he was kidding if he didn’t look so deadly serious.

You made a point not to look at a certain man when he announced it.

Derek Shepherd has made it his ultimate goal to get you on a date with him.

Under any other circumstance, you would have said yes in a heartbeat. Hell, you would have been praying for him to ask the second you met him.

He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s a neurosurgeon for God’s sake, not to mention that he’s absolutely gorgeous.

Derek Shepherd is perfect.

He’s also your boss.

The one and only reason you aren’t leaping at the prospect of a date with him.

The label of “slutty intern sleeping with her boss to get ahead” isn’t an appealing one.

But still, the man is very convincing.

You’re doing charts when he sidles up to you, that smile you always stare at a little too long plastered on his face.

He leans against the counter your working on, watching you while you work.

And desperately try to stay professional when you look at him.

“Do you need something, Dr. Shepherd?” You use his title pointedly, a reminder of the barrier between the two of you.

He couldn’t care less.

“Just some information.” He speaks casually, shrugging as he begins to walk, and you follow him without a second thought.

He’s whittling you down, and you both know it.

“About…?” You try to force a smile off your face, but it’s no use. He’s infectious. His flirting. His smile.

Him.

You’re not somebody who fails. You’re an incredible doctor, you’re going to be an incredible surgeon. You were always considered an academic weapon, acing almost every class you’ve taken.

You don’t fail.

But when it comes to resisting Derek?

You think you’re about to.

“You got any plans for prom?” He speaks smoothly, comfortably, like he’s not a grown man asking a grown woman to the prom.

Like he’s not praying you’ll say yes.

You laugh, looking down at the ground instead of his eyes.

His beautiful eyes.

“I guess I’m coming, but no, I don’t have plans.” You place a special emphasis on plans. You both know what plans means.

A date.

Derek smiles, brushing your side gently, getting you to look back up at him, your gaze softening when you see him.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at nine.” He grins at you, looking very pleased with himself.

You go to speak, and you plan on saying no before you do. Explaining for what feels like the millionth time that nothing can happen between the two of you.

And hating every second of it.

But instead, it’s like your brain does you a favor, and speaks before you can decide what to say.

“Okay.” Your voice is a little breathy, and obviously nervous.

Shock passes over his eyes for a second before the smile on his face grows wider, reaching his eyes and making them sparkle.

Really, how the hell were you supposed to say no to that?

Your hands brush for a moment, his fingers sweeping past yours, sending your heart rate up.

He says something before walking away, but you aren’t really paying attention, more panicking at what you just got yourself into.

You’re going to prom with Derek Shepherd.

You never planned on taking this very seriously. You were just gonna throw on your dress from senior year, slip into some heels, and head back to the hospital.

But now?

Needless to say, you’ll be spending more time getting ready.

……………………………………………………………………………………

Two hours.

You left work early, and spent two damn hours getting ready for the prom.

All because of Derek Shepherd.

He’s the bane of your existence.

You can’t think around him.

You can’t think about much besides him.

When you’re with him, your happier than you’ve ever been.

Everything about him just makes you adore him more. His personality, his talent, his skills, his smile, his laugh, everything.

He might just be the love of your life.

You brush out the carefully placed curls in your hair, watching as they fall over your shoulders in waves. Your old prom dress still fits you, thank God.

The satin fabric hugs your waist, thin straps showing off your collarbone and shoulders.

A slit runs up from the bottom of the flowing skirt of the dress, stopping around the middle of your thigh.

Even you have to admit you look good.

You slip on your heels when you hear a knock at the door, and you swear you feel your heart stop.

You look at the clock by your bed.

9:00 exactly.

He really might be perfect.

Meredith peeks her head into your room, you’re living with her for the time being.

She smiles when she sees you despite how uncomfortable you look.

You haven’t been on a date in months, and you don’t think you’ve been this gussied up in years.

“You look great. I’m sure Derek’s gonna agree.” She teases you, all your friends have known you have a thing for Derek since you started your internship at Seattle Grace.

And now that you finally caved and said yes to a date with him?

You’re gonna be hearing a lot of shit about it tomorrow.

You can’t help but feel like this’ll be worth it.

“Thank you, and shut up.” Meredith laughs at your attitude, heading downstairs to her boyfriend, Finn.

You follow behind her, exhaling nervously before opening the front door to find Derek standing in front of you.

Derek, decked out in a suit and tie.

His hair is perfect, as usual.

And in his hands, a bouquet.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You mentioned it once. A simple, offhand comment. You can’t even remember how it came up. But he did.

He remembered. He cared.

He’s making it really hard for you not to fall in love with him.

For a second you recognized an expression on his face you’re not sure you’ve seen before. He looked nervous. That was before his classic McDreamy smile appeared on his face when he saw you.

“Did I get it right?” He asked, handing you the flowers.

You’re blushing like a schoolgirl, honestly a bit giddy. Here you are, getting flowers, being taken to prom by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

You nod, taking them and stepping inside to let Derek in.

“Yeah, yeah you got it right.” You speak quieter than you usually would as you quickly place the flowers in the vase, smiling widely when you feel his eyes glued to your every move.

You turn around to find Derek watching you, a sweet smile on his face, a look in his eyes that means more than just simple attraction.

He admires you carefully, not as a painting, a still, lifeless thing meant for him to enjoy, to examine, to scrutinize.

No.

He admires you like a worshipper in church.

He adores you, and the look in his eyes might as well be a sign around his neck that reads ‘I’m in love with you.’

“You’re beautiful.” His voice is breathy when he speaks, and the words cause a vivid blush to rise on your face.

You utter your thanks shyly, stepping towards him and taking his hand when he offers it. He regains his composure quickly, slipping back into the flirty pattern you two follow.

Still, the basis of it, the reason why all of this is happening.

It’s not flirtation. Not attraction. Not even because you like each other.

It’s more than that.

It’s love.

He leads you to his car, you’ve been in it a couple times before, on the way to dinners you swore weren’t dates, nights spent with one another when you were still adamant on refusing to develop feelings for your boss.

Or, adamant on pretending not to, at least.

The car ride isn’t terribly long, but somewhere in the middle of it, your hand is on the middle console when Derek’s comes down from the wheel, landing on top of yours.

You don’t move, and he takes the opportunity to interlace your fingers, earning a smile from you that makes him wish he could freeze time and stay in this moment forever.

“Thank you, for asking me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you look over at him. His eyes stay glued to the road, but you watch as the corners of his mouth lift to a smile.

“Thank you for saying yes.” He quips back, looking over to you when you stop at a red light.

You laugh for a moment before responding. “It was about damn time.”

The moonlight glistens off his face as he laughs, every detail about him making you fall for him more.

He’s mesmerizing, and you can’t bring yourself to take your gaze off of him.

You’ve got it bad.

“Yeah, it was.” Theres still laughter lingering in his voice when he speaks, and you think you could melt right then and there at the sound of it.

It’s not long after that when you arrive at the hospital. You go to open your door before Derek does so for you, going to the effort of helping you out.

“What a gentlemen.” You say teasingly, letting your hand stay clasped in his as you walk into the hospital.

“I’ve been trying to land a date with you for months, I’m not gonna screw it up now.” He smiles down at you when he speaks, scanning your face. Pieces of hair fall to frame it, and he brings his free hand up to brush them away quickly, knowing the affect it has on you when you blush and look away quickly.

You’re honestly a bit shocked when you see how put together the whole event it, decorations are everywhere, and the lobby has been turned into a dance floor.

You already see a few people you know, the ones that came here with dates are already dancing, and the ones that are alone?

Well, they’re drinking the night away.

You don’t realize where Derek is taking you, too busy looking around, until his arm slips around your waist, and his other hand is holding yours as you’re pressed flush to his chest.

Derek Shepherd just asked you to dance, without saying a word.

“May I?” He’s good at this, and he knows it.

For a brief, insecure moment, you wonder why. You wonder if the reason this is so natural for him is because you’re not the only woman he does it for.

If you’re just a phase.

A tough one to crack.

You worry that he doesn’t feel the same way as you do.

But then, you look him in the eyes, and the softest, the gentle, loving, adoration in his gaze.

Your worries vanish like fog burning away on a summer morning.

“I’m not very good at this.” You warn, smiling sheepishly up at him as he begins to sway you, a grin on his lips.

You’re closer than you’ve ever been. Your free arm is thrown around his neck lazily, and you could melt into his embrace.

He leans down, whispering in your ear, his minty breath fanning over your neck. “I don’t mind.”

You smile when you hear him, laughing sweetly when he continues to dance with you. There’s a few people watching. You and Derek have become a topic of conversation around the hospital ever since he started pursuing you so strongly.

So, pretty much since your first day.

Neither of you seem to mind, to engrossed in each other to care. He hasn’t stopped looking at you this whole night. You’re always stunning, he usually can’t keep his eyes off you when you’re just in your scrubs.

But tonight?

You look like an angel came down to earth.

Derek lifts your arm above your head quickly and spins you, smiling brightly when the sound of your bubbly laughter reaches his ears.

It’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

When he pulls you back in your pressed close to him, touching his chest with yours, staring up into his cerulean eyes. Your breathe mingles as he looks down to you, his gaze flickering to your lips as he does.

Everything else feels like it just disappears. The only thing that matters, the only thing in your world, is the man standing in front of you.

You curse yourself for waiting so long. For always being so damn good. For not letting yourself have this sooner.

Have him sooner.

Every single time he asked you out, you wanted to say yes. But you didn’t, you were too focused on everything you shouldn’t have been.

Colleagues.

Expectations.

Assumptions.

Everything but him.

And now?

You’re done.

So when he leans forward, when his lips brush yours. You close your eyes and let him kiss you, and it makes your knees weak. It rips the air out of your lungs.

It flips your world upside down.

You could have repeated this moment forever and been happy.

You move against him, kissing back, running your hands through his hair. His hands slip further down your waist, coming to rest on the small of your back.

Your forced to pull away as you begin to run out of air, gasping a bit as you do. You press your forehead to Derek’s, smiling widely.

He pulls you in closer, and you bring your head to rest in the crook of his neck, and he sways you back and forth, abandoning any efforts of actually trying to dance.

“You got me.” You whisper, and you feel laughter rumbling in his chest when he hears you.

After all this time, all of the asking, all the flirting, everything.

You let go.

Let go of your worries.

And grabbed on to him.

And you are never, ever, letting go.

A/N: Soooo this is short and kinda cheesy ngl, but I hope y’all liked it.

edit: guys stop glazing we all know this doesn’t deserve over 600 likes

- di <3

[ecoterrorist-katara]

I have been thinking a lot about blood bending lately and why the writers decided to go with the storyline of it being banned. I personally do not think it should have been. Like any bending form it can be used for awful things or it could be used for great things (my first thought is always in a medical sense but I’m sure there are other uses). And then I started to wonder if part of why they did that is bc that storyline was connected to Katara more than anyone else, and maybe this was a way to sideline her/focus more on Korra and the new gang instead of exploring with the older characters along with the new ones. But I was wondering if you had any thoughts on it!

hi anon! Sorry for getting to your ask a little late. I was at music camp (okay it’s a professional development program for musicians but I think of it as music camp in an effort to remind myself to have fun) and it was a big challenge since I’m chronically ill and needed a whole apothecary of meds to get through it. (I’m fine now! But needed to pace very carefully before & after and therefore stayed away from Tumblr)

It’s absolutely weird to me that bloodbending is singled out in a world where people can literally steal breath from one’s lungs, but it’s even weirder to me that they had a whole “ban bloodbending” storyline and sidelined Katara, because like…in what world would Katara feel strongly enough about bloodbending to ban it, yet do nothing to enforce the ban? The only explanation that makes sense is that she banned it because she was so ashamed, and stayed away from all the stuff around Yakone et al because she couldn’t bear to be reminded of what she’d done. And like all interpretations of canon Katara in LOK, that is just horribly heartbreaking.

I don’t begrudge the creators for wanting LOK to be about the new generation and I don’t mind seeing the Gaang play second fiddle. But I do object to the creators putting Katara in these situations where she could something in her wheelhouse, that’s in-character with her skills and ambitions, that is in line with her cultural impact as a role model for girls…and then sidelining her. Yakone is a big example, obviously, but so is Katara’s lack of involvement in the Civil War, the Red Lotus kidnapping, etc.

Like you said, bloodbending is useful in terms of the medical implications, but I also think it’s a humane tool in battle as long as it’s only used to incapacitate and not control. I can’t think of many better ways of incapacitating an enemy without causing serious damage (it’s even more efficient than chi-blocking!). If a bloodbender can stop encroaching enemies in their tracks with a flick of their wrist — well, that actually seems more humane than freezing them into ice cubes, which is the go-to waterbender move. I mean, Katara stops Hama with bloodbending in The Puppetmaster; she doesn’t actually control Hama with it. It’s terrible to override people’s bodily autonomy and make them do things they don’t want to do, but that is a very specific use of bloodbending.

I do think, though, that Katara is not the type of person to recognize all the other potential uses of bloodbending unless someone prompts her, and unfortunately that person is not going to be Aang. It doesn’t help that Katara’s first experience with bloodbending is being stripped of her own agency; similarly, it becomes her go-to weapon when she encounters (she thinks) the person who made her feel the most powerless in her life. To Katara, bloodbending is about taking power from someone else…and on her own, she’s not likely to see other applications. Katara is an excellent fighter with a lot of raw power, finesse, and creativity, but she’s not actually all that in-tune with her element, and I think that’s another reason she was never very interested in healing in canon (Katara and waterbending could be a whole other meta). Katara would’ve been an equally excellent bender no matter which element she wields, unlike Toph and Aang, who are uniquely suited to their elements. Katara borrows a lot from the more aggressive forms of bending (fire and earth): grabs people with water tentacles, hits them with ice disks, overwhelms them with big waves. For all that waterbending is about going with the flow and using the opponent’s strengths against them, Katara doesn’t exactly exemplify that philosophy (unlike Aang, btw, who is more intuitive as a waterbender than she is; that is why he picked it up more quickly at the beginning). She addresses all her problems head-on and is more likely to meet them with raw power than anything else. If I were to guess her astrological placements, she’d be an Aries Mars, minimum, if not an Aries Sun as well (she’d be a Cancer Moon though…I have Thoughts on ATLA astrology lmao).

Anyway, all this to say: I don’t think Katara would’ve thought of the healing implications of bloodbending on her own, when she’s already been traumatized by it, and that’s pretty tragic tbh. I like the Zutara interpretation of Zuko inspiring Katara to think there are other uses for bloodbending (as a wielder of a potentially destructive element), but I think Toph could’ve had a conversation with her about other uses for bloodbending as well, since Toph is really creative with earth. Actually, I think Zuko or Toph or Sokka could’ve all had a conversation with Katara about coming to terms about doing things that one is not proud of & moving past them, but I guess Katara can only follow the rigid moral code of her Do No Wrong boyfriend. Anyway, LOK’s despicable treatment of ATLA’s female characters is nothing new, but Katara’s is the most obvious and egregious because she’s actually there. We have no idea what happened to Suki or Azula or Mai or Ty Lee, and what we do see from Toph is not great either (in what world would she retire to be lonely in a swamp when having her friends meant the world to her…). All the boys got to have cool fulfilling lives and all the girls who aren’t lost to history are sad sacks, thanks Bryke! On a non-sarcastic note, thank you anon for such an interesting question!

[iheartcake123]

hello! first of all I love your fanfictions so much!

When I discovered your account, I literally binge read all of the fanfictions. There are barely any fanfictions of sweet home military men.

I really like the way you write the romantic part.Like when I read them I am giggling and kicking my feet.

Can I request a sweet home Park chan young fanfiction?

Angst + fluff?

I am a big fan of angst.

the reader is a part of the platoon member she and Chan young got into a pretty bad fight. They didn't talk to each other for a few days. yk the scene where the military devices detected a monster nearby? The platoon suspected that the reader was the monster. She was not. Park Chan young got worried, defended her,etc.

I will leave the rest of it to you.

Have a great day! :)

ahhh honestly thank you so much!! it truly means a lot <33 heres your request!! i hope you like it (and sorry for the abrupt ending💀)

Masterlist

park chan-young x f!reader

you slapped chan-young’ arm as you held back your laugh. the two of you were patrolling the area and he kept trying to distract you and make you laugh.

“you’re going to get us in trouble. you know what happened the last time sarge saw us unfocused while we were on patrol” you were trying to be serious.

“i know, i just like seeing you smile” chan-young admitted and you felt your heart quicken as you awkwardly cleared your throat “and i like when i smile too”

he then quickly added on and you nodded your head as you both fell silent.

the next couple of minutes you both walked in silence. neither one of you saying a word. that was, until you both spotted eun-yu who was making her way to an area that was off bounds to civilians.

“come on” chan-young whispered to you and you both followed eun-yu.

eventually, she arrived to an opening that led out of the stadium.

“stop!” you called out to her.

you were familiar with eun-yu, you had spoken to her a couple of times before but never became close with her.

as she turned to look at you and chan-young she let out a sigh.

“just act like you didn’t see me and let me go” she glared towards you, making her way out of the opening.

chan-young began to follow and you grabbed his arm.

“we are not going after her” you shook your head.

“y/n, we have to. she could die out there. she’s not even got a weapon with her” he argued back.

eun-yu looked back at the two of you briefly before beginning to walk away.

“it seems like she’s done this before. we can’t just go after her. we’d be putting our lives at risk for no reason! we have no back up” you were trying to pull chan-young back as he was making his way to follow eun-yu.

“fine. you don’t want to risk your life, that’s your choice but i have to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. don’t worry, i’ll bring her back as soon as possible” he yanked his arm from your grip and started to quicken his pace as he followed eun-yu.

“don’t do this!” you yelled at him but he ignored you.

with a groan you shook your head and made your way back into the stadium. you were annoyed that chan-young hadn’t listened to you and you were worried for his safety.

you chose cover for him when sergeant kim asked where he was but you hated having to lie. and you hated the feeling of waiting for him to return.

if he would even return.

it was so dangerous and you worried for his safety.

a couple of hours had passed and you were now in your room. you were pacing up and down. he should’ve been back by now.

maybe you should’ve told the rest of the platoon where he went because what if he was in danger?

so many different scenarios from good to bad ran through your head.

why did he always have to be so selfless?

after about ten more minutes, you heard a knock at your door. you rushed to open it and when you saw chan-young. as soon as he entered, you immediately wrapped your arms around him.

“woah, what’s that for?” he was taken back.

“what was that for?” you couldn’t believe him, the relief of him being back quickly washed over you and was now replaced we fury “you’re an idiot you know that? you left here for god knows how many hours and i didn’t know if you were dead or alive! i don’t understand why you always do this”

chan-young’ eyebrows furrowed.

“why are you being so rude? you knew i went to go after eun-yu and it’s good i did. she was almost killed” he answered back.

“you don’t get it chan-young!” you were now raising your voice “you can’t just keep putting your life on the line for these people especially when they’re sneaking out! i had to lie for you!”

“i didn’t ask you to lie for me! i can take care of myself”

“you didn’t have to! i did so anyway because i- you know what? forget it. im done with this chan-young. if you want to keep putting yourself at risk then please do so. i can’t be your friend any longer”

“fine” chan-young scoffed before storming out your room.

over the next few days, you asked sergeant kim to switch all your shifts that you had with chan-young. you made up an excuse about wanting to do some medic training instead so that he wouldn’t question you too much about your request.

while no one said anything, they all noticed your change in behaviour. your once bubbly self who wouldn’t stop talking, especially to chan-young, was now quiet and you kept to yourself.

you hated not speaking with chan-young but you told yourself it was for the best. you couldn’t get too close and keep worrying about him like you had done. more importantly, you couldn’t have feeling for him. you couldn’t love him.

that’s what you told yourself.

you sighed as you slowly sat up from your bed. you didn’t feel well. your head was pounding and your sinuses felt blocked.

the good thing about you was that you hid your pain well, there’d been many times where you just wanted to be in bed hiding from the world but you always managed to push past all of that. this time was like no other.

you got dressed and made your way to the main platoon area.

“you look rough” one of the platoon members commented as they saw you and you shook your head.

“just tired” you lied as you then sat down waiting for the morning brief.

chan-young had noticed you from across the room and he could tell something was wrong.

but he didn’t dare approach you. so, instead he made sure to keep an eye from a far.

as the day went on, you felt worse and worse. doing you best to power through it all.

of course, nothing was going right and people were constantly causing a disturbance meaning you and the other platoon members had to deal with it.

you were now stood in the command room with some of your other fellow soldiers who were trying to use the radio.

“the radios have stopped working..” jin-ho raised his eyebrow in confusion but suddenly alarms sounded from multiple devices.

“sir, it seems that there’s a monster within the stadium” jin-ho then held his device up to sergeant tak who hummed in response, now also holding a device that was making loud sound.

“we need to find it” sergeant tak put the device down.

everyone followed his orders as they made their way out the room and to the main platoon area.

as you all gathered around, waiting for more orders from the sarge. you felt a lump in your throat as suddenly the room became hot and your face couldn’t hide how you were feeling anymore.

“yah! y/n, why do you look like that?” one of the soldiers near you commented loudly and heads turned in your direction.

“that’s true, why is she sweating so much and why does she look ill? what if she’s the monster?” another said and you shook your head but it was evident how ill you were.

“she has been acting strange! what if she’s been one for a while but has just been hiding it?! we can’t risk our lives” more soldiers kept adding to the conversation.

“i promise im not” you just about managed to say as the room began to spin.

this wasn’t good.

“really guys, i promise” you breathed out finding yourself unbalanced.

you were going to pass out.

more soldiers began to accuse you and eventually you blocked out all the voices. you were trying to focus on not passing out. if that was even possible.

“look! y/n isn’t the monster, if she was she would’ve turned long ago” chan-young suddenly piped in.

he had been watching everything unfold and he could tell something was wrong with you. and it wasn’t that you were a monster.

“how do you know? she’s been acting strange!” one of the soldiers then held his gun up at you and chan-young immediately put himself between you and the other soldiers.

“seriously! she’s not a monster. she can prove it by cutting her arm-just give her a chance” chan-young was trying to reason with them.

everyone was then in an uncomfortable silence and it was only broken by the sudden sound of a thud.

your body hit the ground and everything went dark.

you had passed out.

“see! she’s a monster!” the soldier holding his gun motioned to your body now on the floor “now move so we can stop her from fully turning”

“y/n, wake up” chan-young was now by your side, he lifted your head onto his lap and was gently tapping you face “wait, let me prove it. she’s not a monster-just ill”

“let him” sergeant tak finally spoke up and chan-young let out a sigh of relief.

he pulled out his knife and gently cut your arm.

blood gently trickled from the wound and after a couple of minutes when they realised you weren’t healing, only then the soldiers who were accusing you backed down.

“see, she’s not a monster” chan-young fired at them before turning this attention to you fully.

he was worried. why had you fainted?

with one quick movement, chan-young swiftly lifted you with his arms and carried you to your room. he gently placed you on your bed and removed your socks and any unnecessary gear from you. he then got a rag and put cold water on it before dabbing it on your forehead until you finally woke up.

you were beyond confused.

“what happened? chan-young why are you here?” you questioned, realising you were in your room.

“im so glad you’re awake. you fainted and you had a really high temperature” his voice was soft as worry was all over his face “are you okay? you don’t seem well at all”

“i think it’s just the flu or something, i’ll be fine” you muttered and tried to sit up but chan-young stopped you.

“stop being stubborn y/n!” he scolded, his voice came out louder than he wanted and you slowly nodded before laying back down.

“im sorry for raising my voice. it’s just you’re not well and you should rest” he softened his voice again and you felt yourself tear up.

you had really missed him.

you turned your head away from him as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. you hated crying in front of other people.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked but you didn’t respond “you can tell me”

chan-young waited a couple of minutes but you weren’t talking or answering him.

he let out a defeated sigh.

“i’ll leave you to be alone, if you want to talk im always here” he said and turned to leave but you quickly sat up and grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

“don’t leave” you sniffled looking up at him and chan-young wrapped his arms around you and you held on to him tightly “i’m sorry for getting so angry and ignoring you. i’ve missed having you around so much, i just worry when you’re not here and-“

chan-young returned the hug and rubbed circles on your back as he shushed you.

“stop apologising. y/n ive missed you so much too. i shouldn’t have been so careless, i…” chan-young then paused “i love you y/n”

as soon as he said those words your heart skipped a beat.

had you heard that right? chan-young loved you?

you slowly pulled away, face in shock.

“what?” you whispered.

“i love you” he repeated reaching to hold your hand.

“i love you too chan-young” you admitted with a smile and chan-young brought your hand up to his lips.

he had a huge grin on his face as he then kissed your hand.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina; Tucker is having a normal one. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

So yeah, definitely coffee, Tucker decides. Sam'll catch up, again. Which–also again, right now they're probably the ones who need to catch up to her, considering. Her and the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, specifically. Tucker always misses the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick when it’s not on deck, but he seriously misses it when it’s not on deck in situations like these. 

“So yeah, fyi, while we’re doing the running thing we gotta find my backup, she’s somewhere in the hall out there being a badass,” Tucker informs his hopeful weekend plans, pointing towards the door. “And possibly also our other friend, who she and I were looking for when we found you. So like, it’s very interesting, actually, that they were keeping you where they would’ve kept him, all things considered.” 

Very interesting. And probably concerning? Like, considering? 

. . . also possibly hot, though, Tucker realizes. Like, he’s very into situations like Sam going full anti-creep stick on the GIW and Jazz yelling down murderous ghosts and literally everything Val has ever done in her entire life, so if he’s more bisexual than previously assumed and this dude is, like, some kind of terrifying badass ecto-experiment with weird ghost powers or whatever, statistically speaking, Tucker is probably gonna be into that. And like, given the batshit sedative doses Tucker pulled and how quick the guy woke up and also the whole, like, literal flying thing, “weird ghost powers” seems pretty likely at this point. 

Well, forewarned is forearmed, he guesses. At least if Allegedly-Alive Amor is secretly some kind of dangerous anti-ghost weapon, Tucker’s gonna get to enjoy the experience of watching him get beat down by Danny. Like, as soon as they find Danny, he means. And also–

. . . actually, is it weirder that Tucker kinda wants to see this guy get a little messed up, now that he’s thinking about it? Like just in a minimally violent but definitively rumpled kind of way, maybe, or like, maybe kinda flushed and sweaty and out of breath and–

They should find Ecto-Babe some pants, Tucker decides privately, patting the guy’s chest in an attempt to distract himself and doing the actual exact literal opposite of distracting himself. 

Yeah, pants would be a good idea right now. 

Pants, fortunately–unfortunately, Tucker means–do not actually happen, because what actually happens is the guy takes off and zips out into the hall with Tucker all bridal style/princess carry in his wet, naked arms, and Tucker really needs to have a moment about that but definitely does not have the time to. Another reason to rip the security footage later, though, he figures as he types furiously at his PDA, making sure all his programs are still running in the GIW’s systems and showing the agents all the fake ghosts a Fenton could shake an anti-creep stick at. 

Probably he doesn’t actually need to check that, though, since they don’t make it through thirty yards of this surprisingly comfy high-speed flying experience before they’re coasting quick and easy over the heads of a hallway full of yelling and screaming agents who’re shooting each other more than any of the ghosts said agents think they’re seeing. 

That’s really unfortunate for them, gee. Tucker will have to send ‘em a “get well never, you xenophobic assholes” card. Maybe a fruit basket. One with nothing but cantaloupe in it, because the GIW deserves nothing but cantaloupe. Old cantaloupe, even. Like just old enough they’ll feel like they have to eat it before it spoils outright, but also the texture’ll be weird and–

“Uh, should we be worried about all that back there?” New Ecto-Boo asks, looking skeptically back at the GIW agents they’ve already passed–and also looking really fucking hot, still.

[shannonsketches]

I noticed that the element of the triforce that the individual characters are supposed to represent, is also their weakness. Zelda's wisdom is being stifled by doubt and lack of experience; she's eager to learn, but her zeal is not enough and relies on faith and Link to save the day. I'm not implying that wisdom and faith cannot go hand in hand, but she needs to be able to represent her element more. Maybe her wisdom is knowing when to wait and allow someone else to bear the task? But it takes away too much initiative from her. Ganon's element is power but he's the one who ends up losing almost every time. And Ganondorf on his own, isn't powerless! He's a king, he knows magic, he can wield almost any weapon, he's patient, conniving and intelligent and knows how to make best with what he has. He isn't weak! And yet, the whole split happened, because he was feeling powerless.

They locked themselves in a self-sabotaging cycle that's powered by doubt.

Yeah! So one of the reasons I really love the Triforce lore is that it’s a three-way mirror that reflects both what the user has and also what they need (very wizard of oz).

Ganondorf is a very powerful man, physically, and magically.

Politically, though, he’s next to helpless, which is an awful thing for a king to be. He’s a king of thieves in OoT, because the Gerudo are not a wealthy or thriving nation there. In-Game they don’t have a local living area like the other regions (or even a store — just one floating bombchu salesman in the middle of the desert) — they’ve got a post-war fortress full of guards, and a temple that is being used as a secret base Hylians can’t get to.

Consider also, Ganondorf is the most highly decorated of the Gerudo, and he’s not decked out in gold. He’s wearing mostly iron and topaz. Nabooru and Twinrova are the only ones who have gold fixtures/jewelry along with the higher ranked guards for their protective elements (which is why I think it could arguably be pale bronze or yellow brass, which is a common and highly durable gold alternative).

The Gerudo are implicitly just surviving in OoT, and Hyrule speaks of them like they’re monsters (except for the one guy in town who has a fetish). More than that, WW establishes that his real grief comes from the weather, which any mortal is powerless to control.

So Ganondorf is powerful as a person, but powerless as a king, which is literally the only thing he was born to be.

Be that as it may, though, he is a well-loved king, and a survivor, and a thief, so he also has to embody both wisdom and courage too!

Zelda is the most obvious mirror to Ganondorf. She is a very powerful woman politically and magically, but physically-- compared to Ganondorf -- she's terribly meek. That's the obvious read, that they're 1:1 Parallels, but her real weakness lies in her courage.

Zelda (in OoT) leans on her massive political power -- In the child timeline, she literally sees a foreign dignitary executed before he does anything wrong, based on a recurring dream she has.

Do you know how insane that is? Do you realize how powerful she is?

Ganondorf is not just some guy -- he's a foreign KING. He's a KING that a TEN YEAR OLD had EXECUTED based on VIBES.

And we think she embodies wisdom because her vibes were (as we, the audience know) correct. But it's actually because as an adult, she understands that none of it needed to happen that way. That the only reason Ganondorf was able to pull off his stunt and get the Triforce at all was because she tried to control the situation, sending Link to gather everything Ganondorf couldn't get himself and put it all precisely where Ganondorf needed it to be.

Despite being a child at the time, by the end of the story, by the time she's Sheik, Zelda is taking full responsibility for what happened, and is doing everything in her now extremely limited power to fix it. She's so sorry to need Link, and at the end of it all is desperate to give him another chance to be a kid, and to be innocent, and to be happy, because she realized so quickly that she never should've involved him, visions be damned. She knows none of it was his fault or his business, and she's mortified that she dragged him into it in her own attempt to control the weather.

These other two items shift in other games -- WW and Twilight Princess show us a Zelda with tremendous courage and very little power, physical or political. And then the Wild's era, despite removing the Triforce narrative, shows us a Zelda with immense power and terrible guilt and insecurity -- her power locked behind her fear, and she is only able to access both when she embraces courage.

Which brings us to Link.

Link, on the surface, is a third wheel in a chess game between ancients. But the reality is that he's the base of the prism. He's the foundation that reflects both of the others.

There are MANY different personalities for Link, and personally my favorite gag is that Link is simply too stupid to be scared, but that's just a gag -- because something I've come to really enjoy and respect about him is that he consistently displays fear. Link embodies courage because he is full of fear and chooses to fight anyway. Link leads a good life. He is comfortable, he has family, he has friends, he knows peace. What makes Link courageous is that he is willing to give up his access to all of that if it means that everyone else keeps theirs.

Link will lock himself in a room with the apocalypse if it means he's the only one who gets hurt, and it's not because he believes this is his sacred duty, or his life's purpose -- he'd much rather be at home chasing chickens around or riding his pony through some pretty scenic route -- it's because he is so full of love for other people that he's willing to give up anything to keep them safe.

Link's not very powerful, but he is also unburdened by any desire to be powerful. Link's not very wise, but he is unburdened by any desire to be wise. Link is content in who he is, Link is happy to keep things simple. But Link is so brave that he becomes a leader, which actually makes him the most dangerous of the three.

Courage, unburdened, is fucking terrifying. To both Wisdom and Power. Because, unlike Wisdom and Power, Courage is contagious.

Link can empower and inspire and reveal truths others might not have been able to find on their own. Link doesn't need charisma or brutality. Link can build armies just by being observed.

"But Sketches, you haven't really said anything about how Link reflects the other two." It's subtle! But he does. I see it like this:

• Ganondorf reflects Link's relentless determination, refusing to stand down in the face of impossible odds. In this way, they're connected by their power and courage. • Zelda reflects Ganondorf's burden of being born in a crown, forcing them to learn leadership, and how to use their recklessness strategically, as children. In this way, they're connected by their power and wisdom. • Link reflects Zelda's sense of love for the faceless innocent, and her dedication to protecting all who can't protect themselves. In this way, they're connected by their courage and wisdom.

Because the inherent configuration of the triforce requires those connections to be balanced -- Separately they are overwhelmed by their traits. Ganondorf is willing to sacrifice everything he is in order to reach his goals, Zelda is so pre-occupied with preventing prophecy she ends up instigating it, and Link is so ready to step in and help that he never considers the consequences.

Every single one of them, left to their own devices, would rather see themselves destroyed than fail those who may or may not be relying on their success. They're all very similar, highly reflective characters who all represent compelling foils for each other and yes, display how their unfettered strengths are also the thing that damage them most.

[uhohdad]

Can’t wait until the aftermath to come out!! By any chance can you give more headcanons on König and reader?? 👀👀

well duh darling i’ve only been waaaaaiting for y’all to ask

‼️ ⚠️ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU BELOW⚠️ ‼️

• Konig hated the whiskey. hated the taste, hated the smell, hated the way it made his brain foggy. he only drank it on the train bc he thought it would make Reader think he’s cool 😭

• another reason konig didn’t want to go on the balcony is because he’s afraid of heights. he only did it to hang out with Reader

• seeing Reader in a jacket in his size ahbsbxhahhzxb he was so nervous to offer the jacket to her and seeing her drown in it was making him feel some type of way. you’re so small.

• in addition to watching her sleep the night before the games, he also stayed up late on the balcony to watch Reader sleep. felt like a straight creep he did.

• Konig always sits so far away from Reader because he’s terrified of making her uncomfortable, especially after getting turned on when her leg was on his. Also why he was so fucking baffled when Reader had her leg pressed to his on the train. He so badly wanted it to happen again but he didn’t want to push it. And it really speaks to the true elation he felt it when she was still alive at the end it literally brought him to a sprint to pull her in a hug that was tighter than it should have been.

• Konig’s not one to jump to violence, especially after the incident from his past - but when One called Reader a dog he had his fists clenched fs You’re his weak spot dude he’s always ready to throw hands for you. He feels like it’s his duty, especially since he feels the need to repay her for standing up for him. It really shows in (aside from literally killing for her) when he spoke out of turn to Price - something he would never do if it wasn’t concerning Reader. He really gagged the whole dinner table.

• Konig is especially awkward with Price. and vice versa. They don’t really ‘get’ each other. Konig still respects him and his opinion of him, though. He’s much closer with Ruby.

• god he is just so. enamored with Reader. he is just so happy that they have good banter. he just thinks everything she says is the most charming thing ever.

• I don’t think I can stress enough just how jealous our boy was when Titan was flirting with Reader. Nauseous. He had a whole ‘that’s so raven’ day-mare about you and Titan. The thought of him laying his hands on you. And knowing he had just upset you made him believe he just pushed you right into Titan’s arms. So relieved when you started talking shit on him.

• aside from being devastated that she was upset with him about considering allying with the careers, watching reader handle weapons did something to him.

• He feels so lost when you’re upset, and he has a tendency to blame himself and not the whole ‘being sent to your death thing’

• During Konig’s interview, he was sure Reader knew he had a crush on her. He thought the jig was up.

• I almost made Pluck have a full on moment after the interview, the night before the games - like throwing chairs, breaking glasses, and destroying the suite, but it didn’t end up making the final cut it just didn’t seem to flow with the story.

• It took hours for Konig to work up the courage to go to Reader’s room the night before the games - and he still chickened out.

• Konig was just as haunted if not more by Eleven. He could feel his neck snap.

• I’m screaming, crying, throwing up that I can’t give y’all more games fun facts since I don’t wanna spoil The Aftermath

• y’all ain’t gonna like this one but the TRUTH? Konig was sneaking mad looks at Reader at the waterfall when she wasn’t looking. felt like such a creep.

• felt like the luckiest man alive getting to carry her through the desert. what a simp.

• Konig is the love that cannot be reasoned with. Reader is the hate that cannot be reasoned with.

• Konig sacrificed himself because he couldn’t stand the thought of her not living, period. He truly believed she deserved to live more than him. Reader sacrificed herself partially because that was always the plan - but her motivation in regard to Konig was because she didn’t want to live without him. Her motivations were selfish while his were selfless.

• Reader’s spite was her downfall after all. Price warned her not to let it get the best of her and she ended up taking her own life because of it.

‘We’ll see who wakes up tomorrow, Konig.’

more TGWCM fun facts :)

[myung-jaes]

USED TO THIS ― lee anton

010. how do u swim on dry land

immediately upon pushing his front door open with the tip of his finger, anton screamed, the noise falling into tune with the squeaking of the hinges of his front door. his arms flailed everywhere, hitting the wall to find the light switch, while also working to shield his body from whatever weapon the entity in his apartment might have. 

“what the fuck, dude?” anton grasped his chest as the lights turned on in the room, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, immediately recognizing your figure sprawled across his couch, your chin resting on the velvet blue arm of the couch. “you’re insane.”

“what? spare key,” you waved the metal key in the air, the light reflecting off of it. you laughed at the terrified look on anton’s face, his brown eyes wide, pupils dilated, and his breathing uneven.

anton rolled his eyes, acknowledging the mocking tone in your voice, hints of you taking a jab to when he had entered your apartment the prior week using his spare key. “okay, well you could’ve told me, you know, give a little heads up?”

“you’re one to talk. you literally broke into my apartment last week without me knowing,” you taunted, raising yourself to sit straight on the couch. “plus, i tried texting you, but you didn’t respond. also, because we haven’t talked in a while, i bought you food and gundam to make up for it.”

shit. anton felt his face drop, you were catching on to his attempts of avoiding you, and still, you were the first one to try to break the distance. he felt his heart tug at the way you were ready to apologized, ready to take the blame, even if you didn’t know what it was— knowing that it wasn’t even your fault, it was on him for being stupid and making bigger efforts than he needed to in order to give you your space.

“you didn’t have to, i mean, it’s not like we’re not talking, right? we just talked a while ago.”

“anton, it’s tuesday, and the last time you actually talked to me was last wednesday. i feel like you’re just avoiding me, i mean, everytime i come to talk to you, you always walk away and act like you don’t see me. hell, you even stopped sitting next to me in humanities.”

shit. shit. shit.

watching anton just stand there in silence, unmoving to your previous words, you spoke again, your voice quieter than usual. “did i do something? i mean, were you lying that day when you went on your whole i can’t get mad at you spiel or what?”

“no, no, no.” anton shut his eyes briefly, bowing his head before taking slow strides to you, stopping right in front of the couch. “you didn’t do anything, and i wasn’t lying when i said that— i actually cannot fathom the thought of getting mad at you. i was just being stupid, it’s nothing.”

the words were sitting at the tip of his tongue, but anton couldn’t tell you the truth. he would never tell you the real reason why he was being distant in the first place. 

oh, the guys told me that i need to give you space so you can make progress with taeyoung, but i’m a dumbass and thought: oh! i should just ignore her.

he couldn’t say that, he would sound dumb, and it would probably only irritate you further to the point where you would go out of your way to push taeyoung away just to prove to anton that he didn’t need to do that. you always did that, you always made sure he wouldn’t be at any inconvenience because of you.

the questioning look on your face only worried anton further, anxious that you would pry at him, trying to get him to open up about what’s on his mind. yet, he couldn’t let you speak, afraid that if you did, he would easily succumb to your soothing words and concerned questions.

“well, forget about that. you said you brought food and gundam,” anton plastered a wide smile on his face as he jumped onto the couch beside you, hitting you in the process. you shoved him away from you, hitting him back.

“just for that, maybe i shouldn’t have brought it.”

“oh, come on,” he fake cooed, watching as you pushed the bag of food towards him, but anton was quick to open it only to offer you the first bite. “have you eaten yet?”

“i can’t remember, i think i ate a few hours ago when hanni came over with breakfast before class.”

“yn, that was before 9, it’s 7, it’s been, like, ten hours,” anton’s eyes staring at you with a worrisome gaze, his right hand holding the fork, pushing it towards you, while his left hand hovered under it, making sure the food wouldn’t fall out.

“anton,” you complained, moving to push his hand away, but he didn’t budge. “i brought it for you.”

“yn,” he mocked your tone, lifting the fork away from your grasp, and pushing it towards your lips, which he caught himself staring at for a brief moment before flitting his gaze back up to your eyes. “i’m not eating until you do.”

with a sigh, you begrudgingly complied, anton taking a bite right after you, just as he had said. 

the two of you sat in silence for a while, reveling in each other’s presence, both still feeling that tug of tension from your lack of contact. anton, seemingly the most on edge, kept darting his gaze from you to the table in front of him, something urging him to say something, anything, but he was afraid.

the boy waited until you had finished your last bite before dropping his fork with a sigh, thinking of anything to say to you, before the worst words came out of his mouth. “so what’s up with you?”

of course, he had to ask that, intensifying the tension between the two of you. it had to be the dumbest thing he could’ve used to start a conversation with, the words only reminding you both of the game of ignorance anton was playing this past week. yet, feeling bad already that you were the one to initiate the break in distance between the two of you, and that you were already worried he was upset with you, he wanted to make sure he’d fully engage himself and his attention to just you— not that he doesn’t already do that. yet, the minute he spoke that simple question, the next minute he wished he could take it back.

“not much, i’ve been so busy with finishing these two projects, i feel like i’m going insane.” you quickly stole a bite of anton’s food, the boy side-eyeing you before shoving your prying hand away. “well, not fully insane yet, thanks to taeyoung. talking about my project, i was actually going to ask you—“

“oh, right. you’re working with taeyoung, i didn’t know you guys were that close.” what the fuck. anton mentally slapped himself for speaking without thinking, his tone carrying hints of sarcasm, letting his close-to-bursting thoughts out, immediately cutting your previous sentence off.

“yeah, i don’t know, it just happened? i mean, we always had classes together, and we have so much in common, which is crazy, but we never talked— well, not until we ran into each other at the store.”

unsure if he was triggered by the mere mention of taeyoung, or if he let the boys get to his head, anton dead-panned. “okay, so you guys are getting even more closer, like progressing your relationship, then.”

i need to shut the fuck up.

taken aback by his tone, void of any emotion except the hints of sarcasm in it, you let out a dry laugh. “where did you even get that from?”

“come on, yn. your relationships always start off like this— and i’m not saying this happens with every guy you talk to— but you’re always too nice to everyone, like you jump at any opportunity to get to know people, and it doesn’t help that taeyoung likes you.”

what the fuck. 

“who even said i’m looking for a relationship with him? i mean, we’re literally working on a project together, plus i’ve only known him for a week, i don’t even connect with him on a deeper level like i do with y— you know, like how i would want to connect if i ever got that far into a relationship.”

“look, i’m just saying, you jump into these without even thinking— like yes, you do see the red flags when they pop up, but you’re always too nice to these guys no matter how they treat you, and then they end up only seeing you as a friend.”

“why do you always get so invested whenever i start talking to a guy, it’s not like i do that with you, clearly.”

anton turned to you sharply, “oh, i’m so sorry that i’m worried for you.”

“worried about what?” you cried out. “i get being worried, but you don’t need to talk down about every guy that shows interest in me, i never did that with you, and look what happened to you.”

“okay, so now you’re turning this on me? because if i remember correctly you weren’t too fond of my past relationships either.”

“well, yeah, you’re coming at me for my relationship choices for no reason at all, when i wasn’t the one with someone who controlled my every move.”

“okay, and? that was one bad relationship,” anton shrugged, his shoulders tense at the sight of you mentioning his ex. “what about jinsik?”

“what about him?”

“despite how nice of a guy he was, it seemed like, at first jinsik was just using you to distract himself from his ex.”

“okay, well, so was i.”

“that’s bullshit, yn.” anton scoffed. “you weren’t even hung up over anyone like he was.”

your mind was racing, your heart beating faster than ever. you wanted to speak it out, but you didn’t, afraid that if you did, you’d ruin the entire friendship you had built up with anton. truth be told, you were using jinsik to distract yourself in the beginning. hell, you were sure you used any opportunity to talk to any other guy as a distraction. to distract yourself from anton’s presence— or lack of presence, seeing as, even then, he resulted in ignoring you.

though, there was more of a reason to anton’s absence, that being his ex-girlfriend, the same girl who had made it her mission to monitor who anton talked to, going far to the point where the boys were barely allowed to talk to him. yet, excluding this, there was always some foreign factor that irked you about their relationship. maybe it was the fact that he was quick to drop you and everything related to you, or maybe, as ricky had shouted into your ears one night while shaking your shoulders, it was jealousy. but you would never admit it— if it even was that.

“so is this the story that you cooked up about mine and jinsik’s relationship that you inputted into my friends’ minds? and, i don’t mind that you told the rest of them because they wouldn’t budge until they knew what was happening, but it’s the fact that you lied about it, telling them that he was shitty throughout the whole thing? that he ended things badly? because you of all people know it didn’t go like that, you were the only person who knew the whole scope because you’re the only person i could let in to see me vulnerable.”

anton paused. of course he knew the complete and true story to what happened between you and jinsik, he was there when you two ended things. the first thing you did was visit anton, hoping to distract yourself just by being in his presence, but he’s known you for 20 years, he could see right past your act, and you couldn’t bottle it up much longer. 

then, why did he exaggerate the story so much in his head? he knew you both had ended things mutually, despite jinsik being the one to initiate it, that you both didn’t feel a deeper connection with each other far past when you guys started talking. and it’s not that jinsik was a bad guy, in fact he was the opposite, he treated you with everything you deserved, anton saw it. he saw the way you two looked at each other, the way you leaned towards each other to whisper your conversations, the way he would speed walk to catch up to you in the hallways, smoothly intertwining your fingers together before bringing your joint hands together and kissing your knuckles, all while looking anywhere but at you, knowing he’d get embarrassed.

holy shit. 

it was like anton was solving one of those one thousand pieced-puzzles and finally found that one missing piece to finish it, which was probably hiding underneath the box.

that was the reason why he had noticed every small thing about you, especially when it came down to your relationships. why his senses seemed to reach its peak whenever he saw you with someone else, everything else in his surroundings becoming a blur. why he always had— and failed to fight— the urge to find something bad about the people you chose to involve yourself with, convincing himself that they weren’t good enough for you. and the reason why he couldn't get himself to find a deeper connection with anyone else.

he liked you. he likes you. anton lee had fallen victim to the falling for your best friend crap that he swore would only happen in the movies, or those stupid romance books you read— of course, you didn’t know he read all the ones you talked about, let alone how closely he would listen to you talk about them. 

“i . . .” anton trailed, unsure of what to say or how to respond to you, afraid that anything he would say would worsen matters. 

option one: fuck it and confess or option two: completely fuck it up.

“okay, so maybe i did see it from an exaggerated point of view,” option two: completely fuck it up. “but, to be fair, maybe i was just a bit . . . protective and concerned, so the lines between mutual break-up and horrible break-up were blurred.”

you shook your head slightly at anton trying to beat around his true reasoning, you never even wanted to confront him on the fact that he had stretched out the story of what happened between you and jinsik. yet, learning this yesterday on top of anton’s sudden spiteful attitude towards your relationship choices pushed you to pry into his reasoning more, a part of you knowing there was more on his mind that he wasn’t telling you. “still, there had to be some reason to that.”

anton immediately froze, his lips shut tightly together, he knew he couldn’t say it, even if this was a chance, he wasn’t willing to take it. oh, i was just jealous that you were with some guy that wasn’t me, no big deal!

only being answered by his silence and wandering eyes, prying into yours which were glossed up, overwhelmed with the entirety of the situation, you broke the silence with a deep sigh. you stood up, avoiding all eye contact with anton, and gathered all your things together before making a move for the front door. you felt like the two of you were playing some sort of mind game, driven by the lack of communication on both ends of your emotions, both of you holding back from speaking the truth.

“i should go,” you spoke out coarsely, slowly walking backwards to the door before turning to it. “you know, let you rest, plus, i need to get up early in the morning.” lie.

“yn,” anton whispered out, slowly standing up. you, idiot, just say it. tell her to stay, explain everything.

“no, it’s fine, i don’t want this to escalate, we’re just both overwhelmed, we’re fine,” you turned back to him briefly before walking to the front door, swiftly turning the handle, and shutting the door with a soft thud.

watching you walk out the door, anton cursed to himself, sitting back down onto his couch, his head in his hands. he hated this. he hated how right you were. he hated how you handled the situation. he hated how you stopped it before it got worse. he hated that he liked you.

but most of all, he hated how, despite how much he could confide in you for all these years, he couldn’t express his newly realized feelings for you.

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[moghedien]

I’m like sooo curious about the Aylin and Isobel after all this because we know they’re going help Selunite enclaves or whatever and I don’t think they’re ever gonna turn away from Selune really but I do wonder if there’s like a twinge of something about their relationship with the goddess now

because again I don’t think they’re gonna turn from her, but they both have their issues and trauma now. Aylin’s is a bit more obvious but I can’t stop thinking about how the game basically tells you that Isobel came back wrong and then never acknowledges that again.

Obviously she didn’t come back as wrong as some of her kin, but the first time we see her she seems ill with something. You can kinda dismiss that as being related to the Shadow curse without full context. Even if you read her diary, you can kinda dismiss it until you understand she’s Ketheric’s dead daughter.

Her diary:

Like she clearly isnt being spurned by Selune completely as she still has cleric magic and can still protect Last Light, but the phrase “there are some things she would never accept in her devoted” is so ominous. Isobel clearly knows that Selune is having some problem with her and the fact that the problem isn’t as clear as being denied her magic makes it even more ominous. If not that, then what is happening that makes this clear to her?

Then there’s Aylin, who is literally the daughter of Selune, who was sent by her mother to the Thorms. And obviously there isn’t any regret there because of Isobel, but then the Isobel dies under vague circumstances that may or may not be Shar related based on cut content. Then the people that Selune sent Aylin to protect cage her and torture her and use her as a lab rat and organ donor and ritual sacrifice over and over again for the next 100 years.

Aylin was supposed to be an envoy of her mother and ended up being the instrument in which Shar made weapon after weapon. She’s unwillingly spreading the darkness she’s against and all because Selune sent her to these people. Literally 100 years where all she can do is die again and again until she can convince one Sharran to listen to her and not just kill her again.

And like, you can also take into account the possibility that Aylin is an oathbreaker now. I don’t personally buy the theory but I know a lot of people do suspect that her reaction to killing Lorrokan was due to it breaking her oath. I think it’s more likely a trauma response but we can look at this either way.

Because killing Lorrokan should have been the righteous move. He was trying to use and defile her, one of Selune’s children, for his own petty reasons. He was going to commit the same sins as Ketheric. And it wasn’t like Aylin was the only potential victim of him. We know he hurt Rolan, and no doubt many others. What would a man like that do with immortality?

But then killing him just makes her feel empty? She protected herself. Protected Selune’s sword and anyone else that might have been suffering under him. And it doesn’t fill her with the same righteous ecstasy that it should. Suddenly being the righteous paladin doesn’t feel good, it just feels empty.

And if you believe that it did break her oath, then what? She’s being punished by Selune for defending herself and others? She stopped Selune’s envoy from being used in the same profane ritual she just escaped from and gets rejected and punished for that? She’s the one accused of violating Selune?

Again, I don’t personally think the reaction was caused by breaking her oath, but I think it’s a compelling angle to look at, at least.

And all of this to say that again, I don’t think either of them are going to turn against Selune and I don’t think they have a very strong reason to. But I do wonder how their relationship with her has changed in the last 100 years while Aylin was being forced to die for Shar over and over again and Isobel was forced to live by Mrykul, completely unprotected by the moonmaiden they had both been absolutely devoted to.

I just wonder what was going through their heads when they talked to Shadowheart about her past and the fact that she has a choice now, that Selune would take her back after a life time of Sharran indoctrination and crimes committed in her name. Now she has a choice. I wonder if in that moment, there wasn’t even the smallest bit of bitterness toward Selune on their part.

[blasphemousclaw]

Okay, so at some point (or like during the Shattering in general) the only one in Rykard's immediate family that hadn't either fucked off or lost their mind (yet) was Radahn. Ngl that makes me emo because I feel like during the war these two could only trust each other out of the demigods. Just...brothers 😭

aaaand then Radahn gets rotted and Rykard's all alone (or who knows maybe Rykard fed himself to the snake first, leaving Radahn alone)

Also, does Radahn even know about Ranni? Does he think she's dead or is he like "yea she lives there somewhere in sort of hiding but also never answers my letters i think shes mad at me"? Cue Rykard sweating any time Radahn mentions her?

RIGHTTTT I think there was absolutely a degree of trust between Rykard and Radahn that endured even after the Shattering… even though they both seemed to be pursuing their own ends during the war, I don’t think they would have ever taken up arms against each other, regardless if Radahn knew of Rykard’s treason or not.

Rykard’s fondness for Radahn is evident, and I’m sure Radahn was fond of Rykard too, since he at least keeps the one abductor virgin guarding his castle (which is also a unique model with one of each weapon!). Even though they weren’t working towards one common goal, I like to think they would have at least trusted their bond as brothers.

Rykard also shared a closeness and trust with Ranni, but I think there was also always a degree of separation between her and her brothers because she was the only empyrean, and because she also had the special responsibility of being her mother’s heir… it must have been isolating to have these duties on her shoulders while her brothers did not. Rykard and Radahn on the other hand occupy essentially the same position in their family, and they’re both older than Ranni, so there was once a time when it was just them. These things would have certainly drawn them together when they were younger.

Which is why I think Radahn’s fate would have really affected Rykard. We can’t be sure if he even knew because we don’t know the precise time he decided to go snake mode, but if he was indeed still human when Radahn and Malenia fought, and the news spread to him, then I can see him being really upset and unstable. Especially because Leyndell’s assault on Volcano Manor prevents Rykard from leaving Mt Gelmir; he’s essentially stuck there unable to do anything about it. And if he did gift Radahn the abductor virgin army in the abandoned cave, it must have really hurt to know that he tried to protect him and failed.

re: Ranni and Radahn, I don’t really get the sense that they really collaborated in any way… there’s not a shred of a personal connection between the two of them, positive or negative, except for the fact we have to kill him to release the stars for Ranni’s plans. Radahn seems like an obstacle to her plans, but not even because he did it on purpose; I think he did it for his own reasons and it just happened to inconvenience Ranni: if the two were actively feuding, then surely Radahn would weigh heavily on her team’s minds, but the fact that Radahn’s actions hinder Ranni is literally a total afterthought to Iji. Blaidd seems to call him a traitor after the boss fight though, perhaps he means it in the sense that Radahn’s actions hindered his family as a whole, which Ranni represents as the heir.

Anyway, Ranni and Radahn’s non-relationship seems like it could be a combination of Radahn being older and moving away to Caelid, them having vastly different roles in the family like I mentioned earlier, and thus growing up to have different priorities. I kind of don’t think Radahn knows what she’s up to, but maybe he just doesn’t ask because that isn’t his business lmao

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Ten|

It was worse than Y/n thought. Adam had enraged the princess after killing one of her friends. She went for the attack, only to be send flying back down to the hotel rooftop. Y/n watched in horror as Charlie crashed into the hotel sign, sparks flying and shocking the princess.

Had she not be as powerful as she was, the collision could have been fatal.

Adam flew down to finish her off, but Y/n couldn’t stand to watch this any longer. She flew after him, landing on the roof in front of the princess. “Adam stop this!” Y/n demanded.

“Again with this bullshit?” Adam scowls. “Get out of the way so I can finish this bitch off!”

“Can’t you see what you’re doing!?” Y/n exclaimed. “Lucifer will be furious if you continue with this! You nearly killed Charlie!”

Adam’s glare darken, he slowly approaches Y/n. “You seem to care a lot about that prick. And now you’re concerned with his daughter? Maybe you really are a traitor after all.”

Y/n takes a step back. “I am only looking out for Heaven. This event will lead to a horrible future. Not only that, it will lead to your death.” Before Y/n could put anymore distance between herself and Adam, he reached out and grabbed her by wrist, roughly yanking her towards him.

“The only reason Heaven would be in danger is because of these freaks!” Adam yells. “I’m doing everyone a favor by slaughtering them all! If you can’t see that, then you can join them!” He throws Y/n to the ground and raises his weapon to strike.

Charlie yells out in anger, stabbing Adam in his shoulder with her trident, and knocking him away from Y/n. “You’re not going to hurt anyone else! Not while I’m still standing!”

Y/n looked up at her in awe. “Charlie…” The princess really was a diamond in the rough. She barely knows Y/n and yet, she protected her.

Adam brings himself to a stand, he grins wickedly as laughs darkly. “Ok…” He says before rushing Charlie.

Charlie managed to defend herself for a while, but she was unable to keep up with Adam. He grabbed her by the throat and held her high in the air.

“Adam! Don’t!” Y/n cried.

Charlie kicked and she scratched at Adam’s wrist, but she was unable to free herself. She could feel herself slipping as Adam’s grip on her throat tightened.

"This was fun and all, but it's time to die!"

Adam’s laughter was cut short as he was suddenly delivered a swift punch to the face, and was sent flying. Charlie fell, but was quickly caught by someone.

She looked up in shock. “Dad?”

Lucifer’s harden expression soften as he looked down at his daughter. “Hey sweetie. Sorry I was late.” He carefully set her down. Lucifer’s eyes then landed on Y/n.

He hurried to her side to help her. “Y/n, are you alright?” Y/n is brought to a stand. “Y-Yes, I’m fine.” She nods. “Thank you.”

“I see you came back.” Lucifer half-smiles. Y/n laughs lightly. “Yeah. I couldn’t convince Adam to call off the extermination. As you can see…”

“That won’t be a problem for much longer.” Said Lucifer. Just then, Adam makes himself known again.

“Seriously!? How many of you am I gonna have to fight?”

Lucifer steps towards Adam, a confident look on his face. “Oh I’m the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter, and now, I am going to fuck you!”

Everyone fell silent upon hearing those words.

“It’s fuck you up, dad.” Charlie whispers. Lucifer glances at her. “Wait, what’d I say-” Adam launches himself at Lucifer, crashing into a near by wall. Lucifer flies upwards to avoid another hit.

“So, Adam! This is what you’ve been up to since Eden huh?” Lucifer smirks as he dodged another attack. “Gotta say, you’ve really let yourself go, bud.”

“You judging me!? You are literally the most hated being in creation!” Adam yells.

“Ha! Well, you’re first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer!” Lucifer moves two of his fingers in front of his mouth. “Or the second! Bow-chika-wow-wow!”

“Fucking asshole!!”

Y/n blinked. ‘Really? I knew Lucifer had tempted Eve to eat that apple but…is that is how he tempted her!?’ She thought in shock.

Y/n tore her attention away from the fight as a terrible feeling came on. She looks to Charlie then back to the fight. Adam threw Lucifer aside and readied another attack.

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Charlie! Look o-”

She couldn’t get her words out as a giant blast shot through the middle of the hotel. Charlie cried out as she was sent plummeting down.

“Charlie!” Y/n gasps. She runs forward before flying down as fast as she could to catch her. Y/n reached her hand out and grabbed Charlie’s, and pulled her into an embrace. Y/n quickly flew back up, narrowly avoiding falling debris as she ascended.

Y/n was almost made it out, but suddenly, a falling rock struck her in her left wing. A sickening crunch could be heard, Y/n cried in pain. Unable to flap her wings properly, she and Charlie were sent falling again.

Every attempt to flap her wings was met with a new wave of pain. Y/n shut her eyes tightly, she and Charlie yelled as they both plummeted.

However, they would not meet the ground as Lucifer swooped in and caught them both. He flew back to safety, above the now destroyed hotel.

“Are you two ok?” Lucifer asks in a panic. “I’m fine, but Y/n…” Charlie winces as she notices Y/n’s injured wing. Blood was spilling from the nasty split in the joint.

“I-I’ll be fine.” Y/n hisses slightly. "Are you alright, Charlie?" With a guilty expression, Charlie nods.

Lucifer sets Y/n down carefully, her wing hung limp behind her. Y/n looks on at the now destroyed hotel. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for Charlie. She’s worked so hard for this, and in an instant, it was all gone.

Y/n was alerted by Charlie, she looked over to see Adam rushing towards them to attack. Charlie growls before reeling her arm back, her hand turning into a giant claw, that blocked Adam’s attack.

“What the fuck!?” Adam exclaimed. Lucifer glared at him before grabbing Adam and throwing him away from the two. Adam yelled as he was sent crashing down.

Lucifer, in his demonic form, growled as he hovered above the near defeated Adam. “You come at me, and my daughter!? Then you dare put Y/n in harms way! Don’t forget!” Lucifer flew down and delivered blow after blow to Adam’s face.

“You’re in my house, bitch!” Lucifer cackles before raising his arms above his head, flames engulfing his hands. He yells as he goes to finish Adam off. However, he was stopped by Charlie. "Dad, wait!" Lucifer looks to Charlie, confused.

“He’s had enough…”

Lucifer turns his attention back to Adam, who was broken and beaten down. “Heh. Alright.” Lucifer backs off of him. “How does mercy taste, you little bitch?”

To say Y/n was in shock was an understatement. She’s never seen Lucifer so furious before. And if Charlie didn’t stop him, he would have certainly killed Adam.

Wait.

Why wasn’t Adam dead? He was suppose to die in this battle. Had the future been altered?

Lucifer joined Y/n side. “Are you ok?” He asks. Y/n blinks, wordlessly as she gazes at Lucifer’s form. She doesn’t think she’ll get use to seeing him like this. But it wasn’t bad. She didn’t fear him like this, that’s for sure.

He was still Lucifer.

Y/n nods. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. Thank you for saving me back there.” Lucifer smiles. “No problem.” His smile falters as he looks at her wing. He raised his hand but paused.

“Can I?”

Y/n looked confused, but allows him to do what he wanted anyway. Lucifer gently placed his hand over the joint, Y/n winces. Lucifer quickly apologizes, then Y/n felt a gentle warmth blooming in her wing.

After a few seconds, Lucifer moved his hand away. Y/n looked down at her wing, which was completely healed over, as if nothing happened in the first place. She gave it a few flaps to test it.

Y/n smiles brightly. “You healed it!” Lucifer chuckles. “Yeah.”

Y/n hugged him tightly. “Thank you! Man it would have been awful if I had to go back to heaven with my wing injured like that! I wouldn’t know how to explain myself.”

Lucifer hugs her back. “That would be tricky.”

“Soooo...Did you really seduce Eve?” Y/n asks with a chuckle. Lucifer’s face heats up slightly. “Uh…W-well-”

“No! No, you don’t get to end this!” Adam yells as he crawls out of the pit he landed it. “I’m fucking Adam, I am the fucking man! And you’re just a clown or something!”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by Adam’s pitiful tantrum. So was everyone else, including Y/n.

“You all should be worshipping me! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts! You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers!” His rant was swiftly cut short as he cried with pain.

“Hey uh, you got something sticking out of your uh…your thing there.” Lucifer mutters pointing at the protrusion. Adam looks down, a sharp blade stabbed through his gut. He then fell to the ground, and on his back was a small cyclopes demon.

“Nifty!?” Charlie exclaims.

So called, Nifty, laughed manically as she continued to stab Adam over and over again. Shouting, “Stab! Stab!” as she did so.

Y/n turned away, not wanting to see the gruesome display. She then heard Lute’s anguished screams. She rushed to Adam’s side. “Adam! Stay with me sir! Adam!!” She cried.

It turns out, the future has not been altered at all. Adam truly was doomed to die here. Y/n didn’t wish death upon him, and a part of her wished she could have done something more to prevent this.

She couldn’t imagine the uproar this will cause when she returns to Heaven…

“It’s over.” Charlie says, glaring down at Lute. Lute looks up at Lucifer, who towered over her.

“Take your little friends, and go home!!” Lucifer then smiles snuggly. “Please.”

Lute picks up Adam’s halo, she then looks to Y/n with a fierce glare. Y/n didn’t miss it, she looked away from Lute.

“All exorcist angels, fall back!” Lute demands as she flies up into the air, the other angels following after into the Heaven portal.

Lucifer turns back to everyone with an awkward grin. “Sooo…Who’s up for pancakes?” The tiny blood soaked cyclopes raised her hand. She would have looked cute, if not for being covered in Adam’s blood. Speaking of…

Y/n glances over at his corpse, then sighs. She could only imagine what Lute would have to say to her when she got back. She knew it couldn’t have been anything good.

She did feel bad for Lute. Those two were close, and to be torn apart so suddenly like that…

Y/n looked back over to the others. Charlie was visibly upset, tears brimming in her eyes. The hotel she worked so hard for, destroyed. But not only that. One of her dear friends had been killed.

Lucifer was at her side, trying to comfort her. Even suggesting they could rebuild the hotel, bigger and better than before. It was a sweet display, Y/n smiled.

And to think, she ever doubted Lucifer. Of course he wasn’t some monster. He might have been trapped in Hell, but clearly, it has not tainted his heart. It gave Y/n great relief to know that.

She just wished she didn’t have to say goodbye soon…

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