#control him than having any coherent end result

[marshmellowtea]

celia hates basically all of chris's friends by virtue of them Being Chris's Friends (it personally offends her that there are people who love him better than she ever could in his life), but she has a special distaste for sandra, who she not only dislikes for being a dirty whore promiscuous, but she's also openly accused her of trying to steal chris from her, an accusation that held no weight when it was first leveled at her cuz sandra hadn't thought she cared about chris like that but it slowly became a self fulfilling prophecy as she spent more time with him and his parents and decided "yeah, actually, i am going to steal your son from you and your creep husband you piece of shit, fuck you celia fuck you fuck youfuck you"

[mostly-imagines]

Motion Sickness

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason makes you cry after a fight

warnings: angst with comfort

“Jason—”

He waves you off immediately, “No, I’m not your problem, okay?”

Your arms drop, “You’re not a problem at all, that’s not what I’m saying—”

“Then what are you saying?” he challenges. 

You almost bite your tongue but then decide against it, “I’m saying you’re being an asshole right now just because I tried to help.”

He’s angry and you’re someplace in between desperate and tired, but you push on, hoping you’ll be able to solve this without an extended argument. To little avail though, apparently. 

A tense exhale from him, “I don’t need your help, I don’t know how I can make it any clearer.”

“It’s not about needing it—”

“No, it’s about wanting it. I don’t want your fucking help,” he snaps. “I’m grown, I can handle my problems myself.”

You drop your hands to your sides, “Then what am I doing here, Jason?”

“I don’t know!” You can literally see the regret sweep over his face but he lets the moment consume him and the words linger anyways. 

You know he doesn’t always think before he talks, especially when he’s mad. You’ve seen it plenty when he’s fighting with his family. This is the first time it’s shown up with you though, and while you know it’s not coming from a place of genuinity—it still really fucking stung. 

Far from being in your control, tears slip out, more at his tone than his words, and you remove your gaze in favor of the linoleum tiles. He says nothing as you start to cry, which only makes the heat of the moment worsen. 

“Okay,” You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. “You need to go away.”

There’s a long, hard moment of silence, but ultimately he doesn’t fight you on it, only exhales harshly and slams the door on his way out.

The resulting reverberation of the apartment has your shoulders shaking, tears falling onto your shirt.  

You and Jason don’t fight often but when you do it’s usually about insecurities and fears coming forward. He’d been having a bad night to start with and all you wanted to do was make him feel better but he wasn’t willing to talk to you or let you do anything for him. He gets selfishly selfless like that, but you know why.

You know him, in and out. You could’ve anticipated this—you should’ve. You should’ve approached the topic more sensitively. And it’s not his fault, his life has taught him that it’s safer to believe that other people don’t have his best interest. You know that. 

Yeah, you know him in and out, but he knows you in and out, too. He knows you’ve shown him nothing but kindness and generosity since the day you met and you’ve reinforced a thousand times how safe you are for him. But if he still can’t trust you to care about him, then what are you doing here?

You let yourself fall back onto the arm of the couch, huffing in defeat. 

It’s nearing two in the morning when Dick awakens, the bandages across his abdomen digging into his skin uncomfortably. He sits up, bedsheet pooling around his waist. The ache of the bruising pushes him towards his old bedroom door before he’s even fully coherent, narrowly missing shouldering the door frame as he passes through.

He’s still half asleep as he thumps down the staircase, cold hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatshirt. He’s so out of it in his blind search for painkillers, that he nearly misses the large shadowed figure huddled up on the couch.

Dick stills, blinking warily.

“What’re you doing here?”

His younger brother says nothing, only continues to stew in the shadows, staring at the rug.

As his eyes adjust, Dick takes in his appearance: messy hair, tired eyes, only clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

He rubs his eyes, approaching with measured steps, “What happened?”

Jason remains silent for a long minute before grunting out, “Got in a fight.”

Dick nods slowly, shuffling forward a little more to sit on the far end of the couch. 

“What’d you do?”

Jason doesn’t have it in him to comment on how his brother immediately knew he was the issue. It just makes the entire thing hurt even worse. Instead, he tells the truth. 

“Be myself.”

Dick says nothing, 

When the silence persists, Jason elaborates, even though it’s the last thing he wants to admit to.

“I made her cry,” he says, voice below even a whisper. He hates it and he hates himself for leaving you when he knew he’d hurt you.

Dick nods, not saying anything. He’s definitely been there before, though he’s not nearly as volatile as Jason can be, so he can imagine how this likely played out. In any case, Jason has never responded well to being pushed to talk about his feelings so Dick lets him get there in his own time.

He’s half expecting to end up with no results at all, but Jason pipes up after a minute, voice broken.

“I don’t know what she wants me to do,” he rasps.

Dick takes a deep breath, adjusting his posture. “When girls are mad you give them space but when they’re sad you definitely don’t. Is she sad or mad?”

Jason exhales desperately.

“Both, I think.”

Dick nods, understanding.

“Then go home.”

Jason shakes his head, defeated. “She told me to leave. She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“What did you say?”

He huffs, not wanting to bring the memory back up. “I basically told her to fuck off.”

“Yeah,” Dick drawls. “I wouldn’t let that simmer.”

Jason’s head snaps over to him. “She’ll break up with me?”

“No, I don’t—” Dick pauses, thinking over his words. “It’ll be fine. Just go home.”

Despite taking the long route on the way to the manor, Jason sped back home on his bike, now unwilling to leave you alone for another second longer than he had to. 

He creeps through the front door of your apartment, proud and only a little hurt that you’d remembered to lock it. 

The apartment’s mostly quiet, nothing but a lamp lighting up the front half. He can hear the shower running from where he stands, the waterfall noise awfully muffled from behind the closed bathroom door.

He bolts the door behind him, pushing forward towards the hallway. He approaches the bathroom door, noticing how there’s no light flooding out from underneath.

“Baby?” Jason calls it out quietly, like he’s scared to commit to alerting you of his presence.

He hears no response, but he knows you heard him. He knows you heard him in the same way that he knows you’re sitting on the shower floor, curled in on yourself under the sensory relief that the pouring water brings. He doesn’t know how, he just does.

So he leans against the door, listening closely, and calls out again, “Can I come in?”

There’s a solid ten seconds of silence before you respond, just barely audible over the cascade of water.

“Not right now.”

Your volume has him wincing, saddened and embarrassed that he’s the one that made you feel like this.

He reluctantly walks back to the bedroom with heavy shoulders, thudding his weight down on the mattress. He sits half folded over himself for the next ten minutes, thinking only of you, sitting alone in the shower with your thoughts.

He perks up considerably when he hears the water shut off, and after several long minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your middle.

He stands up when you enter the bedroom, hands stiff and awkward at his sides. You barely look at him, having trouble willing yourself to do more than glance. 

Your eyes fall downward, your lips pursing. You instinctually move to clutching the towel tighter around you, more than anything because you don’t know what to do with your hands. 

It makes his heart break to see you so out of comfort around him—because of him—so he gives you the benefit of privacy, turning around so you can get dressed. It kills him to do it, makes him feel like he’s just some stranger in your life rather than him. But he supposes that he deserves to feel like that right now. 

Whether or not you wanted him to turn around goes unsaid, he can only hear the quiet shuffling of you putting clothes on.

He waits until the movement stops, after he hears the squeak of the bed springs and the faint sound of the sheets being pulled up.

He turns around again with a silent sigh, taking in the sight of you laying in bed, back turned to him.  

He approaches slowly, stopping just before his knees hit the mattress. He notices quickly that the t-shirt you’d chosen was one of your own. He frowns.  

“Sweetheart. Can I touch you?” His voice is soft and low, like he’s trying to coax you back out to him.

It takes a long few moments, but you nod.

He sits down on the bed, still hesitant to go through with it.

“Will you turn over?”

An even longer pause and you’re flipping over to face him. You don’t make eye contact, only look blankly past him. Your blinks are heavy, and even in the dark, he can see that your eyes are still bloodshot. 

He brushes your hair back, his fingers feather-light against you, like he’s scared to touch you too harshly. Like he’s touching porcelain.

He lets you hold the silence for a while, reasoning with himself that you’ll talk when you’re ready.

You let it go on longer than he’d hoped, past the point of him knowing what to do with it. He’d hoped you’d yell at him. He can take that, he knows he can. He can see plainly that you’re thinking deeply and wants more than anything for you to say it, scream it if you have to. 

He knows he deserves it and he frankly would take anything over the silence. But then again, he doesn’t deserve the reprieve, does he? No, but he’s not strong enough to deny himself the chance to hear your voice.

“Say it,” he urges. “Please.”

Your fingers tap against the bed sheets for a moment before you sit up, almost defeated. 

You face him, taking a breath and relenting. “I don’t like that you said that to me.”

He nods, brow deep. “Me neither.”

Your shoulders sag at that, and you feel stuck in the moment. You feel guilty too but you don’t know if you should. He didn’t mean it, you know that, and they weren’t his words, really. But the snap of his voice when he’d said it and the look on his face—it made you feel terrible. It still does.

You look awkwardly to the left, feeling heavily spectated by him and so hyper-conscious of all of your movements. The downturn of your lips gives way to burning in your eyes and before you can do anything about it, tears are spilling out. 

Jason sees it immediately, his head lulling helplessly. 

“Oh, baby. Please don’t cry, please.”

But that only makes it worse, the tears falling faster and heavier at his soft tone.

He forgoes asking permission and pulls you directly into his chest, a firm hand on the back of your head. It’s what you needed though, to be close to him right now.

“I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry, baby—” he murmurs against your hair, pressing a rough kiss as he holds you tighter.

You shake your head, sniffling. “It’s okay, Jay.”

“No, it’s not.”

That sentiment lingers for several minutes, as he holds you cheek to chest and rubs soothing patterns into your hair.

It’s not long before you’re able to fully relax against him, his touch feeling nothing short of therapeutic. Your breathing eventually levels out back to baseline and your thoughts start to find peace amongst themselves.

When you’re ready, you sit back from him, letting him see your face again.                    

He visibly winces as he scans over the tears on your cheeks, how they’re starting to stain.

You’re still upset, a little, but not nearly as much as you’re sure your face is conveying. 

“It’s okay,” you tell him, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

He shakes his head, “If I ever say something like that to you again, hit me. I’m serious.”

You drop your hand onto your lap, tilting your head at him with a serious look. “I’m not going to hit you—”

“Then break up with me. Don’t ever let somebody talk to you like that, especially not me.”

His voice is hard and you can tell the impact of his words have every bit of weight intended.

Your mouth closes and you waver unsure of where to go with that. Your gaze falls down to where your hands lie discarded on your lap and there’s a palpable shift to the air in the room.

“Hey.” He pushes your chin up to make you look at him, “Listen to me. You’re the love of my life. You hear me? I’m supposed to take care of you, make you happy. I don’t…I can’t talk to you like that. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Your eyes flicker back and forth across each others and you can see the genuine sincerity etched plainly across his face.

He processes the comprehension across your own before his jaw tenses for a moment and he adds, “Nobody’s gonna talk to you like that, much less me. Yes?” 

You start to nod slowly and he mirrors you until he’s convinced of your belief in the statement. 

He rubs calm circles into your thighs as you both sit with the conversation, the light sounds of each others breaths the only sound heard. This silence isn’t the same as it was before though, it’s safer, more comfortable. It’s familiar, if not weighted.  

“I love you,” you tell him quietly.

His eyebrows furrow like his heart was just shattered. 

“I love you too, baby. So much.”

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[deansapplepie]

I don’t believe in colors…(Soulmate Au)

Summary: What could possibly happen when two people that grew up with no example of a healthy relationship are destined soulmates?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female! Reader

Prison Era

Genre: Angst, Strangers to Soulmates to Enemies to Friends (?), kind of neutral/happy ending.

Warnings: angst, violence, mentions of abusive relationships, toxic behavior, swearing, mentions of death, small brief mention of sexual abuse attempt(not by Daryl), mentions of domestic violence against children and woman. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Word count: 7,111

A/N: When I had the idea for this, I didn’t think it would become so angsty as it is. The characters just took control of the story and this is the result. I tried to soften in the end, but I didn’t see any other way of finishing this one shot if not like this to be coherent to the characters evolution.

In the world you lived before there were a thing that they called soulmates. Everyone had one and should find in their lives, and how would you know if you find your soulmate? Well… you couldn’t see colors until you met the person destined to you.

Sometimes people would become tired of waiting to meet their soulmates, so they would settle with a person they liked but wasn’t their destined one, and that is what you thought happened to your parents. They never admitted it clearly to you, they told you fairytales about soulmates when you were little and they always told you they were soulmates, but their relationship told you otherwise. You thought they were trying to feed that fantasy on you.

You’ve seen in your friends’ house before, how their parents were. They had heart eyes at each other almost always, treated each other good and were really partners. Not that you believed soulmates didn’t have their differences, you knew they fought like every other couple, but it was never so intense like it was back at your home.

Your parents would fight every single day, over stupid things or things from their past that they should have already forgiven each other. Both your parents had a short temper, your father would punch, kick and break everything at home, while your mother would provoke him and elicit more fight between them. As soon as you could, you left home, trying to leave everything behind. They were good parents, they loved you and all, but their toxicity against each other spilled over you all the time and you couldn’t help not feeling emotionally involved in it. Even when you lived alone you couldn’t help but jump when you heard any slightly high noise thinking it was you father having another outburst, and you didn’t even lived with them anymore. So, because of them you didn’t believe soulmates were real, even though you had been proven by many people that it indeed was real. In your mind, you also felt like you were cursed and just like your parents you weren’t destined to find your soulmate.

The world now was very different than it used to be before, there were dead people that in reality were undead walking around everywhere and killing the living. When the outbreak happened, you were alone. You tried contacting your family but they never answered the phone. Now you think that by that time they were probably already dead. In the months following the end of the world you had been in many different groups, finding friends in some, just to lose them to the dead ones or for the sons of bitches alive ones. Other times you ended up in groups that had no good people and which you didn’t want to be related, so you’d escape in the middle of night and try to distance yourself the maximum from them.

With the end of the world, you would never find your soulmate, not that you wanted to. You didn’t believe on this shit anymore. Now you were alone, you’d rather stay like this than to start liking people and have they dying, or to be with the wrong people again.

You were now in a small town in Georgia, you didn’t even know the name of the city, but it didn’t matter anymore. You were looking for some place you could stay, maybe a night or two… who knows. You found a small market that still had some supply, so you started taking everything that you think could be useful and that you could carry by yourself. You were in the back of the market when you heard the front door opening, you hid behind a shelf and listened to a man and a woman talking. You tried to guide yourself by their voices so you would not encounter them and leave silently. You had your gun in your hand, you were bypassing the shelf when between one corridor and the other you came face to face to a brunette woman and an asian man. You hold your gun in their direction and they pointed theirs at your.

“I don’t wanna problem. Just took some supplies and I’m leaving.” You told them.

“Who are you?” The woman asked.

“I’m no one. It doesn’t matter, we’re not seeing each other again after today.” You answered while analyzing both of them and all the ways you could escape them.

“How can we know if you’re not gonna attack us?” The man asked.

“I’d already have attacked you if I wanted, I hid because I wanted to leave without being noticed. It’s not like I can trust you’re not attacking me too.” They didn’t seem like bad people, but you could see they were as cautious as you were.

“You can go, as long as you don’t try anything against us, we’re not going to attack you.” The woman said and she and the guy let you pass, still pointing the gun at you.

You walked backwards still pointing the gun at them, till you reached the front door. When you were going to open the door and leave you saw a small herd of deads coming on the street.

“Fuck.” You cursed going back in their direction. “Go to the back, there are many deads coming.”

They looked to see if it was true and went to the back of store with you. You hid behind the shelves sometimes checking to see if they were still passing. Your plans of staying around for more than one day could be forgotten it wasn’t safe around here.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” The woman asked you.

“Yes, I do.” You lied.

“If you don’t we have a place, maybe you could come with us. You just need to answer some questions.” She said, You didn’t even know each other’s names, why were she trusting you that they had a place.

“We have a group, there’s more people. It’s safer.” The young man completed.

“I don’t do groups anymore.” You answered, finding a shelf of condiments very interesting. “I’m better alone.”

“We have fences, and walls. It’s well protected where we are. Our group have survived well since the beginning.” She said.

“Lucky you, everybody I met along the way is dead and the ones that aren’t, I wish they were.” You answered dryly.

“I’m Maggie.” The woman said, You didn’t want to know their names, you just wanted to go. “He’s Gleen.”

You didn’t say anything, it made the couple start to think about everything that might have happened to you and your groups so you would be like this. Meanwhile, you thought that maybe, a name would not be so harmful. It was just a word after all.

“Y/N.” You said.

Should you trust people again? Should you be close to people again and hurt when they die and leave you alone in this world one more time? What if they were like the others?

“How many walkers did you kill?” Glenn asked you, and you got a little confused.

“Walkers?” You asked back, what the hell was this?

“The dead people walking around.” He clarified.

“I don’t know, do you keep a track on that? Would never be able to count.” This question was an absurd who would count it and remember the numbers days after.

“How many people did you kill?” He asked you again. What?

“2, maybe 3.” You answered. “These questions are getting weird.”

“Why?” Maggie asked you, this was an important one.

“One man tried to hurt my friend, I had to do it to save her, but well… she died either way. The other two, was a group that I found when I was alone, they took me in, but they weren’t good people. Those men they… tried…” You looked at Maggie, you didn’t know why you were giving all this details to them, but she was a woman, she would understand. “… you know. I killed one of them trying to escape, the other one was hurt and unconscious when I left, so I don’t know if he counts as one of the people I killed.”

“Come with us.” She said, Rick was probably going to be mad at them, but something told her that she needed to take you in, and if Maggie made a decision Glenn trusted her. “If you don’t like it there, you can leave.”

You looked at them, and you didn’t believe on that shit of trust your inner voice or feel people energy, but in fact your inner voice said you should go with them and you felt they had a good energy. Maybe… it was instinct, well, on instincts you could believe.

“Ok, I’m going with you. Don’t try to keep me there if I don’t want to, and if you do, know that’ll find my way out. No matter how.” You said, you wanted this to be a warning to them, but they just saw someone that was hurt by the end of the world just like them and that because of this had some trust issues, just like them. They couldn’t blame you, they didn’t trust people easily too.

“Perfect. We’re getting what we need and then we’re going.” Maggie said enthusiastically.

They asked for your help and you helped them, between all the things they caught there was baby formula, so apparently their group had a baby. When you had got everything they needed, you stored it on their car and you entered in the back seat while the couple went on the front.

The ride was silent most of the time, except for the couple chatting all the time. At some point, Maggie decided to make a conversation with you.

“So, Y/N… have you found your soulmate yet?” You almost rolled your eyes, why everyone was so obsessed with it?

“Does it look like I did?” You couldn’t contain the bitter answer leaving your lips as a natural answer. “He’s pretty much dead already, if he exists. I don’t believe in soulmates.”

“Well, Glenn and I are soulmates, so you should believe if we exist.” She answered trying to convince you. Well, you believed people before and they were lying.

“ I can’t see through your eyes, and as I can’t see… I don’t believe in colors, in the same way I don’t believe in soulmates.” You answered as if it was the most logical thing, if you can’t see, it doesn’t exists.

“You sound just like our friend… he doesn’t believe on all of this too. Maybe you’ll be good friends.” Glenn commented from the driver seat. You had the feeling you’d want to leave that place soon enough if everybody was like them… otherwise you’d melt your heart again, and you’d suffer again. You could be a bitter person, but you also enjoyed having good people around you. You didn’t have many friends in the old world, but you had the best and they were just as pleasant as these people sounded to be, You didn’t want to have your hopes high.

The rest of the trip was silent on your side, they didn’t try to push you to talk again, and you were glad about it, because you didn’t want to get more involved than you already were by going with these people. When you arrived, you discovered that their place was a prison. Indeed a good place for a group to build something, but for how long? Was it really safe? The gates opened and the car drove up the highest point in the prison, stopping near one of the blocks.

Glenn and Maggie left the car, and you followed them grabbing your backpack. People started to gather around and one man came furiously in your direction. “What did I tell you about bringing strangers?” He throw the words at the couple.

“She was alone Rick and she saved us from a herd.” Maggie said. No, you didn’t. You just let them know there was a herd coming, what they did after that was their choice.

“We made her the questions, she can be helpful and she’s not a danger for us.” Glenn said.

“Well, that we’ll see…” the Rick guy told eyeing you as if he stared long enough he’d be inside your mind and see your true intentions. “Take everything that can be used as weapon from her, we’ll have her separated from us.”

“Wait! Nobody said I’d be unarmed here.” You protested giving a step backwards. “I’m not staying in a place I am outnumbered and with no weapon.”

“These are the rules to stay, we can’t trust you just now. Once we know you’re reliable you’ll have your guns back.” Rick said making it clear there was no negotiation.

“Fine, so I’m leaving. I didn’t want to come to start with, these two convinced me. I’ve been on my own all this time, I don’t need this.” You finished moving your finger around to indicate the prison.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” You heard a raspy voice coming from behind you in the same moment you took your backpack and turned around to go to the exit.

When you turned around there happened to be a tall man approaching the group, wearing sleeveless shirts showing his well built arms and carrying a crossbow, and when your eyes met his, you knew you were fucked. The world around you became bright and colorful all at once, the sun light didn’t affect you much before, but now it was almost blinding with all the light and colors. You put your hand on your forehead trying to protect your eyes and both of you said one single word.

“Fuck.”

Everyone around, or at least the ones that had already experienced it, knew what was happening and they couldn’t be more in shock. Maggie felt as if she was a prophet that made a divination that you had something to do with them. Glenn couldn’t believe in his eyes, in the whole world these two people with the same beliefs, really? Hershel had a knowing smile on his face, he just wanted to go to the archer and tell him ‘I told you so, son’, but in this moment he couldn’t do it. You came out from the daze you were in, a million thoughts running on your head.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m definitely leaving.” You said looking to the man that had some intensity in his blue eyes that you couldn’t quite read, and you didn’t want to.

You started to go down the hill on the direction of the gates, everyone was shocked and didn’t understand your reaction. Soon, you were stopped by Maggie that ran and jumped in front of you.

“You can’t go.” She said, and you laughed dryly.

“You said no one would keep me here if I didn’t want. So, yes, I can.” You replied trying to continue going by walking to the other side.

“You found your soulmate, you can’t just live like this.” She said, and this time you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Do you have any idea of how many people wish they could find their soulmates?” Oh, you had an idea.

“I can, and I’m leaving.” You replied. “This soulmate bullshit isn’t real and the colors, they’re useless, I lived well enough without them.”

“I understand, you’re panicking. I panicked too when I first met Glenn, but look we’re here now.” Maggie told you about her experience trying to convince you.

Soon Glenn, showed by Maggie’s side to try to reason with you. “Are you going to lose your chance of love?”

“Love is a lie, and you’re stupid if you believe on it.” You spat the words and opened you way between him and Maggie continuing your path.

Daryl stayed glued at his spot, no reaction came from him. He never believed on soulmates, his parents obviously weren’t soulmates, and he never thought that him a Dixon, was worthy of find his. He didn’t even think he had one, if soulmates were real, and he new they weren’t. All the group observed the situation and had no idea on what to do. Glenn and Maggie tried their best to convince you to stay, but they weren’t successful. Against his own beliefs on what was better for the group, Rick followed you and when you were almost at the gate he stopped you.

“Stay.” He said blocking your way to the gate.

“Now, you want me to stay? Just because apparently I’m your friend’s soulmate. Tell him, he can shove the colors up in his…” Rick interrupted you before you could complete what you were going to say.

“Stay, you can keep your weapons. Whatever. If Glenn and Maggie trust you, I’m going to trust you too.” He insisted, how could he change his mind completely? If he trusted the couple so badly he would have accepted you right away.

Even though Rick never had a soulmate, he knew they were real, because he saw how his parents were. He really loved Lori, his late wife, but they weren’t soulmates. He couldn’t just let you go away and let Daryl lose his chance on happiness. The archer deserved to be happy, he was a good man and had become a good friend of his, and he couldn’t let his stubbornness, and yours, get on Daryl’s Happiness way.

“Ok, I think. I’m going to stay some days and see if I stay here or not.” You replied after a moment of thinking between kicking his balls and running away, and staying here with your not-soulmate and all these people.

“Good. Follow me, I’m going to introduce you to the others. I’m Rick.” He told you while you went back up the hill.

“Y/N.” You simply answered, he was not nice with you in the beginning, you’re not going to be nice to him too.

When you were back up there, he started presenting you all the people. You got to know Hershel, an elderly man that was Maggie’s father and the doctor of the group. You met Carol a sympathetic short haired woman. Then, Rick turned to the blue eyed man that happened to be your ‘soulmate’.

“This is Daryl Dixon. Daryl, this is Y/N” he introduced you to each other, to all the others you had greeted, used the education your parents gave you, they may had been a shitty couple, but they were really good parents. But HIM? You didn’t move one muscle on your face to try being more pleasant, neither did he. He grunted in response, so you grunted back at him.

While that Rick observed both of you and thought that this was going to be a long road. After your grunt exchange with the archer, you followed Rick inside where they had a kind of kitchen. Since you were staying there you opened you backpack and left all the food you had stored in your backpack for the next days. They wouldn’t last too long anyway. A young boy came running to Rick and called him Dad, well the angry man from earlier really had something to protect. He presented the kid as Carl.

“If you want, I can help him with school things. I used to work with kids.” You said, and that was true. It was the last thing you thought you’d ever do in your life, but you ended up working with kids, and you did love the little monsters.

“Ugh… it would be good, but we lost all the school books he had.” He said scratching the back of his neck, part because of the book situation and the other part because he didn’t want to trust his kid to you, but he also wanted to make you feel part of the group so you and Daryl could understand each other.

“Maybe we can look at some school if we find something.” You commented.

Then a young blonde girl came from a gate that took to another part of the compound, carrying a baby on her arms. You learned she was Maggie’s sister and the baby was Judith, Rick’s newborn daughter.

“She’s so cute!” You said, you couldn’t resist to a beautiful baby. You weren’t comfortable with them, but you couldn’t help it when you saw little Judith. “Can I carry her a little bit? Never thought I’d see a baby again.”

Before Rick could say anything, someone spoke for him. “Ya ain’t touchin’ lil ass kicker!” The archer entered the room.

“Last time I checked, the name of her father was Rick Grimes and not Daryl Dixon.” You simply couldn’t not talk back.

“Nobody is going to touch her, because I’m going to take my baby girl right now, cause I missed her so much.” Rick took Jude from Beth’s arms in an attempt to not let you have his daughter, but also to say that’s not because he didn’t trust you, he just didn’t want you and Daryl fighting.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Rick, he knew the ex-sheriff deputy didn’t like strangers touching his kids or close to his kids. So, why not saying it and try to do amends? After the lady named Carol helped you settle in, there was an empty cell that could be yours.

The days passed and the group started to get used to you and you were also getting used to them. Even if you really wanted to run from the place and don’t look back, you had to admit that you were getting attached to these people, something that you didn’t want to happen. Your relation with Daryl didn’t get any better, you talked to each other when necessary and Rick seemed to like to put you two together in activities such as keeping watch and going on runs. Both of you would do everything fighting from beginning to end, at least on watches you stayed most of the time in silence. He liked to blame you for everything that went wrong on the activities you were together, if you didn’t do something the exactly same way he does, he’d get mad and argue with you.

The both of you had just arrived from a run and the others observed as you approached the compound on Daryl’s bike.

“Why don’t they just kiss each other and make out?” Maggie commented to Rick, Glenn and Carol. “It’s obvious this is all sexual tension between them.”

“They’ll at the right time.” Rick replied, even though there was no evolution on your relationship with the archer. “In the meantime, let’s continue to make them work together.”

Once you got off from the bike the group surrounded you to know how it went and what you have brought. When Rick opened his mouth to ask you, you just sighed, but Daryl… he erupted in anger like a damn volcano. “Ask her, how it went! ‘Cause it was shit ‘cause of’er!”

“Me? Really? It’s not my fault if you pick on me because of everything! I can’t even breath wrong!” You bursted and faster than the other times you forgot the whole group was watching.

“Ya attracted all those walkers to us with the tantrum ya threw!” He observed making you even angrier.

“Yes! I freaked out! Because you were picking on my fucking breathing! We had just run from walkers and had finally been able to mislead them, and you were worried with my fucking breathing that they couldn’t even listen to! How did you expect me to breath after a run?!” He was making no sense. It was ridiculous how he found excuses to fight with you.

“I expected ya to not be so infuriating!” He didn’t want to let you win.

“Look, I don’t like you. You don’t like me. So make me a favor, don’t talk to me even on runs. Just like we do during the watches. It’s gonna be better for the group.” Everybody was stupefied, this had been the worst fight you had in all the history of fights you had, which were many for the short period of time you were with the group.

“The heavens must really dislike me to send a soulmate jus’ like ya.“ he spit the words without even noticing that he was talking about something he didn’t believe.

“I have no soulmate! Soulmates don’t exist!” You exploded. “If you’re my soulmate, where were you? Where were you when I most needed? Where were you when I wanted to believe in this shit to prove me I was wrong? Where were you when the world ended? Where the fuck were you all the times I was left alone!?”

When you finished you realized you had talked too much, you had even said things you didn’t know you felt. You had tears in your eyes, he was struck and the others were speechless. You opened your bag, took your gun and knife, and then an iron long thing that you found on the patio, and went to Rick.

“Rick, open the gates for me. Please.” You asked.

“You can’t leave in this state, I couldn’t permit…” he tried to reason with you.

“I’m not going far. I’ll be ok, open it. Please.” You asked one more time and you hoped he would say yes before your tears fell down in front of everyone.

He said nothing, just turned his back and descended the hills, you followed him till the gate.

“Be careful” he said opening the gate.

“I’m not going far, just gonna kill some walkers around the fence.” You replied, before leaving to kill some walkers and let your feelings out.

Once you found the first one, the iron thing went straight into it’s skull. You pulled the metal and discarded the body going to the next, to the next, to the next, to the next… while you killed each of them, you cried. You cried like you haven’t cried in months. Also, you let the anger you felt go in each walker you killed.

While you were releasing all your feelings on the walkers, Daryl, Rick, Carol and Maggie observed you from afar. “Look, I bet she’s imagining the walkers head ‘s mine.” Daryl tried to joke, which was not well received by the others.

“This isn’t a time for jokes Daryl, she was crying.” Carol reprehended him. “And it’s also not healthy she going outside kill walkers when she’s angry at you.”

“Better them than me.” The archer simply replied. He didn’t want to be defeated, to lose the battle, but he couldn’t deny that your words were still ringing in his ears and that the tears he saw in your eyes shattered something inside him. “Look, she was the one that started all this shit. She looked at me and said ‘yeah, I’m really leaving.’” He said trying to make a high pitched voice for you in the end.

“Are you telling us that all this war between you two, is because you think she decided to leave when she saw you were her soulmate?” Maggie asked the archer that just shrugged. “ are you a man or boy? Seriously?”

“If she doesn’t like wha’ she got, I don’t need to like wha’ I got.” He said. “And, I never believed in that soulmate shit.”

“Don’t believe and half an hour ago said ‘heaven must dislike me for givin’ me a soulmate like ya’, yeah, you really convinced us that you don’t believe in it.” Rick mocked his friend.

“She went through a lot Daryl.” Maggie said, observing like you fought outside the security of the prison worried her. “I don’t know the whole story, but she got traumas and she lost people, just like us. Just like you. Did you ever stopped to think why she doesn’t ‘believe’ in soulmates too? Maybe… the both of you are really a pair made in heaven, you just need to stop hurting each other.”

It was getting late, the day was almost over and there was little time for everything to be completely dark. You hadn’t come back yet, you were still there killing walkers just like if they didn’t tire you at all. The group observed you, it was already time for them to intervene, they couldn’t let you out there anymore.

“Daryl, go bring her inside.” Rick told the redneck.

“Why me? She ain’t comin’ with me.” He protested, from all the people that he could ask, Daryl didn’t think he was the best option.

“You caused this, you bring her back.” Rick said pointing at the woman that was still hitting walkers brains. “ don’t give me that look, I know you both are guilty, but this time you really exaggerated.”

The hunter grunted and left to the gates stomping his feet just like when a child have to do something the parents asked but they don’t want to. His crossbow on his shoulder, knife on his waist and the keys to open the gate in his hand. He opened the gate, closed it and walked in the direction where you were killing walkers non stop. When he got close to you, he took his crossbow and hit the last walker you were going to kill. When the walker fell to the ground, an arrow in the middle of its head you turned around and saw the archer coming in your direction.

“It was mine! You had no right to kill it!” You protested all the anger you had towards him coming back.

“Last time I checked walkers were no one’s property, sweetheart. It’s fair game.” He replied you sarcastically. “The show is over, let’s go back inside.”

“Fuck you! I’m going nowhere with you.” You threw him your middle finger and started walking farther from the entrance to the prison.

“Never told ya had a choice…” He said right before he caught you and threw you over his shoulder, your upper half on his back and your ass right at his shoulder.

“Put. Me. Down. DIXON!” You’d punch his back and try to kick his stomach, but his hold on your leg stopped you of being able to do so.

“That’s ma name.” He said walking with you in the direction of the gates. “Stop being a brat.”

“I hate you!”

Punches. Kicks. Grunts.

“I know.”

“When you put me down, I’m gonna kick your balls up your ass…” you threatened him.

“I’d like to see ya try.” He replied nonchalantly, while he put the gate aside just enough to enter with you, closing it right after and locking.

“We’re inside. Put me down.”

He ignored you going up the hill still carrying you.

“You know that I’m armed and I have this thing, I don’t know what it is, in my hand that can go through walkers brains and that I can use against you.” You threatened him, but he knew you wouldn’t do that. You were tough, but he also knew that you knew he wasn’t going to do anything against you, so you’d not actually try to kill him.

“Yeah, I know. If ya wanted, ya’d had already killed me with this thing.” He replied no worry in his voice. You just felt like a fraud not being able to threaten him and get what you wanted. “Yer order is delivered sir.” Daryl said as soon as you were in front of the buildings, the others waiting for you, he put you down.

You were covered in walker blood, your head, face, hair, clothes, arms… Your face, a mess of blood, sweat and tears, literally. You looked at Rick and you knew he was the one that sent Daryl there, also what Daryl said implied it a little.

“You could just had called me, Rick.” You told the ex sheriff deputy.

You took your backpack that was still on the ground and just shoved your gun and knife inside it. Heading inside you sighed heavily now being aware of the tiredness of your body and feeling disgusted by all the dirt and walker blood on you. You dropped your things on your cell, took a new change of clothes, a towel and went to the showers.

Later that day in the silence of your cell, you felt an uneasy feeling. You missed your family, you missed your fucked up family… you didn’t miss the everyday life you had when you were younger, all the fights, hurtful words and broken furniture around the house, but you missed the little nice moments, playing with your dad when you were little, the comforting embrace of your mother when you needed it and the small time between all the fights that seemed like bad things would never happen again, just to happen a few hours/days later.

You had managed to keep some photos of your family with you. Your parents when they were still dating, you and them in a park picnicking when you were five and 2 photos from your high school and college graduation. You smiled at the pictures, but you remembered that things were not exactly fine in most of them. Now that you could see colors, even though you were not an expert, you could see that the clothes were chosen just by appearance because the colors didn’t match at all. They never could see colors.

“Fucking liars, you couldn’t see shit.” You sniffled, you were crying with all the memories.

You got up from the bed and went downstairs, you didn’t know what made you do that, maybe you were just tired or maybe you weren’t on your right mind. You thought it would take a longer time to find what you were looking for, but like a joke of destiny you soon found what you wanted in that moment. In the end of the stairs Daryl Dixon was standing, and you didn’t know but he was pretty much looking for the same thing as you.

“Can we talk?” You both said and you couldn’t help but smile ironically. That was the first time that Daryl saw you smiling, at least at him. It wasn’t as you giving him a happy smile, but it was one either way. The corner of his mouth quirked a little for a second at the sight of yours.

You walked outside of the compound and sat on a bench. Everything was pitch black, except for where the moonlight hit and Daryl’s lighter lighting up his cigar. There was a long silence between you, apparently both thinking about the best words to say.

“I’m sorry.” You said, the words feeling strange on your tongue. There was a long time you didn’t use this word.

“For wha’?” Daryl asked blowing some smoke.

“Everything, except for not breathing or walking in the correct way.” You didn’t even know what made you decide to talk to him… maybe, you didn’t want to be like them, maybe it was time to stop reproducing their mistakes.

“Look, she got some sense of humor…” he replied at your remark about your breathing and walking. “ ‘m sorry for being an asshole.”

A silence took place again. ‘And what now?’, you thought. Would everything just be rainbows and unicorns between you? You took the pictures from your pocket and handed them to him. He took his lighter from his pocket, cigar hanging from his mouth… he used the fire from the lighter to illuminate the pictures so he could see them.

“Who are those idiots dressin’ like they’re ready for Halloween?” He asked cigar still in his mouth, smoke coming out and his voice hoarse.

“My parents.” You answered, he almost choked with the cigar and the smoke. “Don’t need to feel bad. I thought almost the same thing when I looked at them now that I can see colors.”

“Look at lil ya dressing the same way…” he said looking at the next picture, at least you were an adorable kid.

“They never told me, but I already knew… and now it’s clear as water that they in fact couldn’t see colors.” You looked at the sky, now a little glad that you could see the dark blue color and the brightness of the stars and the moon decorating the sky.

“Why are ya telling me this?” He gave you the pictures back, this conversation wasn’t really going the way he planned it to be, but he also wasn’t expecting you to want to talk with him.

“Part of me not believing on the soulmate thing… was because of this.” You said, and he was still trying to understand what you meant. “And, now that I’m calmer… I see that this attitude of mine, it’s just me being everything I didn’t want to be and repeating the same mistakes of them.”

He didn’t say anything. Maybe waiting for you to finish talking.

“Also, we said a bunch of words today that we can’t take back.” You completed. When you yelled at him asking where he was… that wasn’t you trying to hurt him somehow or talk back, that was a mix of all your story and your feelings throughout the years. While you said all those words, that were young you that had chosen to not believe, but that still pleaded whatever force there was to prove you that you were wrong, that soulmates were real and that he would bring you out of your misery. You hoped for a life totally different from what your parents had, hoped for someone that would complete you, understand you and have a healthy relationship with you, but here you were, doing everything like them since the beginning. “In the end, I’m exactly like them.”

He looked at you swallowing the smoke from his cigar. Indeed you had said many words to each other and there was no going back. He still needed to understand you, and now that you started speaking, he wanted to listen everything.

“Me, outside, killing walkers? That was totally my dad, the only difference is that I was hitting walking corpses and not our furniture. We’re lucky, we don’t have that much furniture.” You said bitterly.

“Did he beat ya or ya mom?” He had to make that question, it triggered a thousand different feelings in him, but he needed to know.

“No, he never did. Talking about it now… it could have been worse.” You deep breathed and closed your eyes for some seconds, just feeling the night breeze and enjoying the silence. “My temper, me provoking you… pushing all your buttons… I probably got it from my mom, not that you made easy for me.”

“ ‘cause that was all ya knew…” he said turning himself to you.

“And everything I didn’t want to be.” You completed and then a random thought crossed your mind. “Can I try? Your cigar.”

“Do ya want one?” He asked taking his pack of cigars from his pocket.

“No, I just wanna try yours. I never smoked, if I don’t like I don’t wanna waste a good cigar that you could smoke.” You answered and then he stretched his arm in your direction offering you the cigar.

You took the cigarette between your fingers and analyzed it before bringing it to your mouth. “Ma old man was a drunk, he used to beat ma big bro and when Merle wasn’t around he started to beat me. Ma mom she died too early, but she didn’t cared much about us too. From what I remember from their relationship they were definitely not soulmates.” You swallowed the smoke and blowed it right after making a face and confirming you didn’t like cigars at all. “Guess… I got much from him too.”

“Well, at least you don’t beat children or women. You’re just an asshole and bad tempered.” You said and right after handed the cigar back to him.

“Was it supposed to make me feel better?” He asked sarcastically bringing the cigarette to his lips.

“I dunno.” You said honestly in fact you did just talked. “It just came out of my mouth.”

“Yeah, things come out of yer mouth pretty easily .” He couldn’t control and let the sassy remark.

“Just as it come from yours…” you replied back. “What did you want to talk?”

“Just wanted to say I’m sorry and offer a truce.” He said, finishing his cigar and throwing it away.

“Sounds good to me.” You answered, a truce sounded just perfect for two people in constant war.

“Wanna go back in the run tomorrow? Maybe this time we’re lucky.”

“I’m in.” You had a good feeling about this, you felt better after having talked to him and the truce that he offered were more than welcome. You didn’t expect much, but peace of mind was already a big step.

Both of you headed inside, agreeing to go early in the morning in the same run you had done that day. You went up the stairs and parted ways in the corridor.

“Good Night, Dixon.”

“Good Night, Y/N.”

[1singulargrape]

yuuji cannot use a chair to save his life

Sukuna was sitting on the floor, his upper arms resting on the couch behind him. His head was tilted to the side as it rested on his fist, and he lazily looked at the screen in front of him.

Yuuji was playing a video game, a "shooter game" with many colors and sounds that looked more like the mess the brat watched on his phone rather than anything coherent. Trying to follow along made Sukuna's head spin but there were a few things that were easy to catch on.

Yuuji's character exploded into a colored puddle, and without missing a beat Sukuna laughed at him. "You suck at this," he added.

Yuuji turned to glare at him, straining his neck while doing so, "I haven't played in months and the other team has a sniper, so if I don't try to move up we're never getting back mid."

He turned back at the sound of his character respawning, "And my team only has short to mid-range weapons so we're at a disadvantage here."

Sukuna couldn't be bothered to understand what any of that meant. "I'm only hearing excuses. If you were actually good at this game of yours you wouldn't need teammates to win."

"It's a multiplier game, having teammates is the whole POINT!" He screamed the last word as he narrowly evaded an attack that would have surely got him killed again, exploding his opponent in the process. His momentary glee was quickly crushed as his character also exploded for seemingly no reason.

Sukuna didn't try to hide his chuckles while the young man anxiously looked at the map while respawning. The match ended before he could get onto the field again.

Despite the general chaos of the game Sukuna only needed one look to know the results. He smiled with all his teeth, poking at Yuuji's temple with his free hand, "Maybe you should give up for now. What is it? The fifth loss in a row?"

"Oh, shut up," he fell back, landing on Sukuna's chest, "I just need to shake the rust off," he closed his eyes for a moment, knowing how to queue for another match without looking.

Sukuna huffed fondly, "You've been saying that for the past 30 minutes, brat."

Yuuji didn't add anything, only pouting a little. He made his character jump up and down with the hand he still had on the controller. Sukuna tightened the arms he had warped around Yuuji's waist, filling the gap until the younger man sat back up for the next match.

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Yuuji was on his phone, checking over his social medias, laughing at memes and catching up with the tea of strangers online while sending out anything interesting to his friends

What had started out as him sitting beside Sukuna was now him halfway over the other man's laps, his upper back and neck held on a massive arm and hand.

Sukuna was reading old history books, saying he wanted to "catch up" to what happened while he was sealed. One time he mentioned to Yuuji how lacking historical records felt compared to the reality of life during his time, but that didn't stop him from reading them; in fact having a basis to compare how things were when he was still alive compared to what was recorded granted him a far better understanding of other recordings, according to him.

Yuuji didn't really get why he'd spend so much time reading from the source when there were so many videos online detailing their country's history. He had provided Sukuna with a phone for that reason but he only used it for 2 weeks before permanently retiring it to a drawer saying that "it was no wonder the brat was so stupid with the amount of trash accessible through that thing”.

Not what Yuuji had expected when Sukuna had spent those 2 weeks with an average of 12 hours of daily screentime, but hey.

While he was scrolling, Yuuji came across something that made him grin. "Hey, old man!"

Sukuna turned one eye to look at him which was enough acknowledgement for Yuuji, "Look at this," he turned his phone to him.

A picture of an adult tiger lying on its side with a cub pawing at its face was shoved into Sukuna's vision. "It's us."

Yuuji was grinning from ear to ear, giggling to himself. He took back his phone after receiving a hum of acknowledgement and they both resumed their respective activity.

Once Yuuji was fully focused on his screen again, Sukuna allowed himself to smile.

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"Are you done showing off?" Yuuji asked annoyed. As his answer, Sukuna pushed back, going from doing push-ups on one hand to one finger and it only pissed off Yuuji even more.

Originally Yuuji was simply working out a little and was joined by Sukuna who not only matched Yuuji's moves but also made a point of one-upping him at every turn.

Yuuji watched from the side as Sukuna finished his set of 1 finger push-ups, wholly unimpressed as he was pretty sure he could do the same.

He simply knew that Sukuna would one-up him again somehow and he didn't want his light work-out session to turn into their usual competitions.

"Is that all you got brat?" Sukuna was smiling with all his teeth, still holding a perfect plank position, "Was such a simple move enough to scar you into surrendering?"

Well, Yuuji couldn't let that slide. "I just think that this was way too easy for you."

Yuuji walked closer and got on Sukuna's back, sitting in the middle of it. He knew that a man who could carry entire buildings wouldn't be bothered by his weight, but he was still annoyed by the fact that the other did not budge. Not even breaking a sweat.

"Is that it?" Sukuna changed the arm holding him and started another set. "This is still a lightwork brat. Unless you also want me to sit on your back as well to see if you can match the strength of a single one of my arms?"

"I can carry you pretty easily you know that?" Yuuji added with a frown.

"I'd love to see this," he added mockingly which only made Yuuji angrier.

The older man finished his set. A bit passed and he eventually laid down on floor, Yuuji still on his back.

"Hey what are you doing now?"

"Given how comfortable you seem up there I have decided to claim victory this time and let you enjoy yourself. How benevolent of me, I know."

Determined not to leave this as a loss, Yuuji got up and immediately deadlifted Sukuna off the ground.

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Most beds weren't comfortable to Sukuna, made in sizes too small for his bulk and extra limbs, yet sometimes he'd ditch the massive one in his room to sleep in Yuuji's.

And what could Yuuji do if he was tired as well? With Sukuna lying on his back, arms splayed open and legs dangling off the edge, there wasn't that much place left for him to sleep on.

Yuuji crawled up the bed and laid directly on Sukuna's chest, hair tickling the bigger man's chin. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck while 2 hands placed themselves on the small of his back. 'For stability' they both thought.

Like this they both drifted to sleep, hearts close to one another and beating in sync to a slow and steady rhythm.

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On some day they'll go picnicking together, as if they weren't spending enough time with one another.

They ate, they talked, then they both fell silent, a comfortable sensation covering them both as they simply enjoyed each other's presence as well as the nature around them.

Sukuna's head was laid on Yuuji's laps. Gentle fingers ran through his hair and massaged his scalp; the sun kept them warm and a soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees around them.

Yuuji had already zoned out, moving his hands automatically in a way that felt right to him, whereas Sukuna had started to drift off to sleep.

Small moments of peace they wish could last forever

[ms-katonic-of-tamriel]

Skyrim's MQ Boss wasn't meant to be Alduin

Read a rumour/fan theory the other week that Skyrim's boss was never meant to be Alduin, but instead Uriel V who'd somehow managed to not die in his Akaviri invasion centuries prior after all, but was returning with an army of dragons, having unlocked the secrets of his dragon blood and mastered the Thu'um.

And that makes the game make SO MUCH MORE SENSE and SO MUCH MORE COHERENT.

It literally changes everything.

First the Civil War now actually ties in directly to the MQ, because Titus Mede has no intention of surrendering, and the Legion are therefore opposed to the threat... but Ulfric might actually be allying with a mighty warrior who's promised to reinstate worship of the Nine, can more than deal with the Dominion and might want his former provinces back once he's ascended the Ruby Throne. Suddenly the Thalmor simultaneously look a lot less all-powerful and rather more nuanced, because now they're acting against a genuine threat to their people. Perhaps they even help you fight Uriel because they'll take any ally over the Septim who'se going to devastate Alinor and commit full on war crimes on them.

And suddenly your Civil War choice MEANS something. Because you are also picking the game's ending by making that choice - side with the Empire and defeat Uriel, or side with Ulfric and place Uriel on the Ruby Throne.

And of course there's those on both sides who don't agree with their leaders - Stormcloaks who think Uriel's a power-hungry madman and Legionnaires who think actually a returned Septim who is also Dragonborn has a better claim to the throne than Titus does. The Civil War questline on either side could involve dealing with dissidents... or joining them, which also paradoxically means you could pick a side then make the other choice in the main quest. Maybe persuade Ulfric Uriel doesn't have his best interests at heart and persuade him to help you off him. Or persuade Tullius he'd be better off supporting the true Dragonborn.

The Dark Brotherhood questline also suddenly matters, because here's an assassination contract on Titus Mede. Do you take it or turn traitor and sell the Brotherhood out to the Penitus Oculatus (earning the Wrath of Sithis as a result). True white knights can of course opt for the more traditional destruction of the DB.

The Greybeards and Blades get more interesting. Arngeir's neutrality in the face of the canon civil war is entirely to be expected - he's a monk not a warrior, and the destruction the Thu'um could wield in any mortal war is a good reason to fight in none of them. But here's a war involving two Dragonborns. How should they react to that? And here's the Blades lacking a purpose for years with no Dragonborn, and now two come along at once. Uriel might have a tempting offer for them. Meaning actual consequences for not killing Paarthurnax - they go and side with Uriel for self-protection if you refuse to do it, and take Paarthurnax's location with them, meaning you need to get to the Throat to try and save him from Uriel's dragons, and a real risk of failing.

Bend Will suddenly a much more key Shout because you need to learn it as part of the main quest so as to deprive Uriel of his dragons so you can get to him and kill him. Of course, every time you use it, you get that bit more power-hungry yourself, and once you've freed a dragon from Uriel's control, there's the option to free it or enslave it yourself. The dragons do leave in peace once freed, but of course you now have wild dragons out there who could be a risk further down the line. The Greybeards approve of you freeing them, but the Blades prefer it if you just kill them.

And finally, there's the third option. The Evil Bastard option. Maybe Titus isn't a legitimate emperor, but the true Dragonborn doesn't have to be Uriel. Maybe you want the throne for yourself. There's a route to that too. First off, there needs to be an actual vacancy, so you need to join the Brotherhood and off Titus. Secondly, pick a side in the Civil War - the Empire is easier, but it's possible with the Cloaks. Take Skyrim for the Empire, off Titus via the Brotherhood, deal with Uriel, and a grateful populace crown you instead... or persuade Ulfric to turn on Uriel somehow, off Titus via the Brotherhood, drive the Empire out of Skyrim, deal with Uriel then move into Cyrodiil to take it for yourself. You also need to have been using Bend Will to acquire Uriel's dragon army - mandatory for the Stormcloak side, also useful for the Empire route if part of your pitch is dealing with the Thalmor. You need Legion support to be Emperor and Tullius is hard to persuade - but gives in very easily if you've Bend Willed enough dragons.

Any allies you made among the Thalmor get thrown under the bus if you pick this route, obviously. Or do they? Accepting Thalmor assistance makes defeating Uriel easier, but they have more on you too. Meaning if you go this route, you need to throw them under the bus somehow, or they manage to get word to Ulfric/Tullius that you assassinated Titus as part of the DB and stop your reign before it even begins.

OR there's the other Evil Bastard option. The Blades can nullify the Thalmor and are happy to take care of this... but only if you kill Paarthurnax. In other words, suddenly the game's choices all become very very relevant.

That's the game we could have had. Sigh.

[pikkish]

I'm new to the fandom, just played 2016 and Eternal in quick succession. Eternal's DLC left me really dissatisfied, but I can't really explain why or how. Based on that poll you made, it's clear you've got some Opinions on the writing, so I was hoping you would like to share them? I feel like I need someone to mull over that whole story with. You can message me privately if you wish!!

Hi there! Welcome to the Doom fandom! I hope you enjoy your stay here more than you enjoyed TAG's writing! And you're more than welcome to come yell with me about Doom and its related games any time!

You're more than correct in your assertion that I have some Opinions about modern Doom's writing, in fact, I have quite a few of them. Most of them can be summed up as "the writing is just plain bad," which is probably also the reason you're unsatisfied with it. It's inconsistent, it regularly sacrifices coherence for the sake of something that looks cool for trailer shots, it has a lot of details that very much could be interesting plots but are simply ignored after their first mention, and at least a few more things that I'm forgetting, it's been a little bit since my last playthrough of TAG and these are just the major ones off the top of my head.

Take Hayden, for example. In 2016, he's the classic egotistical, powerful CEO of a major weapons industry, who maybe didn't necessarily intend to get a ton of people killed, but now that he has, he's gonna stick to his guns and insist he's still in the right, this was an unfortunate accident, but what he's doing is necessary, for the good of humanity, can't you see? He's the good guy! He's just trying to make things better! And he's dedicated to this course well enough that he's willing to betray the man who's there to save him, and boot Doomguy back into Hell at the end of 2016.

Then you get to Eternal, and he's inexplicably changed his mind for no good reason? And it's not like he's learned his lesson and has become more humble for it; sure, he got his rear handed to him by demons, and he emphatically states that the creation of Argent Energy is an "unholy union" that "cannot continue," but at the same time, he still acts constantly like he has everything under control and heavily implies that, were he in charge, this situation wouldn't be so bad- as if he weren't in charge when it got this bad. It's like they wanted him to have the exact same attitude (and therefore, ability to deliver dramatic voicelines) as in 2016, but didn't want to commit to him being a villain, so they just went "ok! he doesn't like Argent Energy any more," and went with it, then never felt the need to explain how or why this complete shift in attitude came about. As a result, it feels like Hayden has no clear motive or goals, and falls pretty flat as a character in general.

And then, to take it into TAG, there's the Seraphim, and don't even get me started on how much I hate that that's his name, "seraphim" is the PLURAL form of "seraph," it's like how "Guy" is a real name but then if they decided to name a character "Guys" instead, and it drives me crazy-- whom they go to some lengths to confirm is, in fact, the same person as Hayden, but then, despite the fact that Samur is sick and dying from the moment you revive him, for some reason, Hayden has to turn back into Samur. I suppose there's maybe some indication that Samur and Hayden are actually different people implied by Hayden referring to the Seraphim in the third person through the beginning of the Atlantica level, but there's still never any explanation given for that, whether they are or aren't the same person, or why you need to bring Samur back in Hayden's place.

And then, you beat Samur up, and guess what? He immediately stops being relevant to the plot and is almost completely forgotten. And that's a recurring theme in modern Doom! Olivia Pierce and the Khan Maykr both share the same fate, the moment they're dead, they practically just stop existing. Sure, there's the statue of Olivia in Nekravol, and, like, a single mention of the Khan in one of TAG's codices, if I remember correctly, but personally, to me, both of those feel more like the devs giving you a wink and a nudge and saying "haha hey, remember them?" like it's more of an Easter Egg than them actually having any significance.

And then there's the whole mess that is Davoth. Admittedly, having the Divinity Machine be fueled by his power, and Doomguy being enhanced by that power is thematically appropriate, what with the whole reason Doomguy wins being that he's even angrier than Hell. I also think something like the Divinity Machine and Dooomguy becoming superhuman did have to happen eventually, because how many times can one man singlehandedly beat back the whole of Hell itself before he stops being just some guy? But I don't think it was executed very well.

For one thing, I don't think it was a good move to imply that Doomguy always was some sort of pseudo-god super entity right from the start. Sure, like I said, he did inevitably have to stop being just some guy, but him being just some guy was a good bit of the charm of classic Doom in my opinion. All we knew about him was that he loved his pet rabbit, and was more willing to punch his commanding officer in the face than follow an order to shoot civilians. And yeah, if you take that, and also assume that the story cards are Doomguy's own internal monologue or at least a representation of his attitude, then you can't really say he was ever a blank slate character, but he was still just some guy, and he was relatable for that. And going "well, actually, he was a godling from the very beginning" just doesn't feel very good in my opinion, and feels like a big retcon besides. (And we'll get to more "well, ACTUALLY" stuff in a bit, but first I wanna finish up the tangentially Davoth related stuff first.)

All that aside, if we take it at face value and say sure, Doomguy was always something a little more than human, always destined to become the ultimate warrior, rather than making himself into the Doom Slayer by surviving Hell, then there's still not really any reason for Davoth to have looked exactly like him, beyond going "you-- but EVIL!!" for the drama of it. I think there was maybe one codex entry that says Davoth's whole soul-stealing operation was for the sake of providing his own people with immortality, which is to say, he was fighting to protect his home or something to that effect, so an argument could be made that his looking like Doomguy is an attempt at exploring "this is you, gone too far, this is you if you ever let go of your morals, this is everything you risk becoming," but, again, it's mentioned like... once, in one codex, and never explored or elaborated upon further. If I remember correctly, Davoth himself never even acknowledges this, it's just the codex entry, and he just goes on about how he'll kill Doomguy and destroy everything he ever loved. If they really wanted to make him a sympathetic villain like that, then they should've actually given us the opportunity to feel that sympathy for him. Let me see the people he's trying to protect- is it an idyllic paradise, oblivious to the lengths being gone to to keep them comfortable? A broken, dying people who should have gone extinct long ago, but for this thievery of the lives of others? I know Hell is supposed to be Jekkad, corrupted, and even in theory, that's fine- you could say Davoth's become so ruthless in pursuit of this immortality for his people that he's blinded himself to how it's also destroyed that which he was attempting to save- but you can't really see that. It's still just Hell, not really any sort of remnant of something worth saving.

And speaking of that. Trying to make Davoth a sympathetic villain at all feels like a bad choice to me. Doom is about fighting demons, about carving a bloody war path through the ultimate evil of Hell itself, and about feeling viciously satisfied about doing it. Making it about a desperate man who can't accept that he failed to save what he cared about, and making about killing that man before he does any more damage in attempting to do what he's already failed to do just doesn't feel good the way the rest of Doom does. And beyond that, TAG doesn't even succeed in the emotional gut punch that would come from it, had they managed to make Davoth into an actually sympathetic villain. It's like they're trying to strike a balance between the gratuitously violent and exhiliratingly triumphant feel that Doom is known for, and an emotionally impactful story, and as a result, both end up landing somewhere between mediocre and just plain bad.

I don't have a good segue into this bit except to say it's coming back to the "well, ACTUALLY," thing I mentioned earlier, which is: there are a lot of parts that feel a lot like a six year old kid is just making up the plot on the spot, like, for example, "Doomguy LAUNCHES himself out of a CANNON and he has a MAGIC SWORD and a PET DRAGON that carries him to the MAGIC CRYSTAL in the MIDDLE of the PLANET." Granted, these ones are pretty small and relatively inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, and, yeah, okay, they do look pretty cool. But they don't really... fit? Yeah, it's not like classic Doom didn't have this too, In Doom I alone, Doomguy gets pissed about not getting a reward for beating up the barons, practically just jumps off the side of Deimos, and then finally gets to go home when a secret teleporter just opens beside him after Hell decides he's "too tough" for it. But that all fits in classic Doom, because it's not trying to be a serious, grimdark story. Classic Doom is goofy, and it knows it, and it doesn't try to be anything else. But modern Doom tries so hard to be a very serious, dramatic story and also keep the sillier bits of classic Doom, and- yeah, okay, I already made this point once, but here it is again- it ultimately kinda fails at both as a result.

But then there's the bigger of these, namely VEGA. You spend the majority of both 2016 and Eternal with him as your main companion, and, as far as I can remember, there's never really anything to indicate that he's anything other than what he's introduced as, a sentient AI, created to help manage the Mars base. And then you get to the end of Eternal, and- after basically making you sacrifice him for a second time- with next to no buildup, go, "well actually, he's the god of the bad guys." And I'd complain about that plot thread also being brought up and then dropped with no further elaboration, except they do elaborate on it, and that's basically all that TAG is about. They spend the whole of TAG 1 telling you how VEGA is the god of Literally Everything, and how he made Davoth, then didn't kill him when he started to get out of hand, and aren't you MAD at him, for making all your problems, for being too merciful with his own creation that he loved, and don't you just wanna DESTROY the thing that would give him power again?

And then you get to TAG 2 and they spend the whole time going "WELL ACTUALLY it's DAVOTH who's god and VEGA STILL couldn't kill him and he's been LYING to you this ENTIRE TIME." It almost feels to me like a bad fandom interpretation to justify not liking a character, except worse because they're actually the ones who made the character and wrote the story, and I'm not entirely sure why they intentionally tried to make VEGA a helpful, likeable character, gave him a backstory that arguably makes him more sympathetic than Davoth, and then went "actually we hate him now and are gonna do everything we can to try to make you hate him too."

There are definitely more things I could bring up, like whatever the whole deal with the wraiths and the World Spear is, and probably a handful of other things I'm forgetting, too, but it's getting late and I gotta get up to go to work tomorrow. At any rate, thanks for stopping by and giving me an excuse to finally yell about these things! Feel free to stop by and chat with me about video games whenever you want, I love getting to hear other people's thoughts on these things just as much as I love getting to give my own.

[theyaremanycolours]

So, idea for an AU- What if Raz never found Nick in the Mailroom?

This is long, rambly and spoiler laden, so I'm putting this under a cut

My ideas are vague but, first of all, the Casino Mission probably wouldn't of happened, nor would the Interns be motivated to change Hollis' mind to go on it.

Second, Raz wouldn't of been late, which would probably result in Hollis being less suspicious of him.

I can also see Raz trying to talk to Hollis because, well, he can't find his mentor, and given Raz wouldn't of been late to class this time, she could probably attribute the first incident to being a little lost in the Motherlobe/insisting on changing his outfit for some reason, so he probably isn't lying and probably gives him a small assignment/maybe a temporary mentor? while she figures out what's going on with Mr. Johnsmith.

Raz isn't going to bring up the idea the Mole was targeting Lili, so he probably doesn't spend time with Truman- he probably still tries to talk to Ford on his own, but probably doesn't drag him out of his hidey hole back at Whispering Rock

Norma probably still spreads rumours about Raz though, and Raz still tries to investigate, though perhaps his goal is interviewing the Psychic 6 rather than putting Ford back together.

Otto probably stays back at the Motherlobe (even if he has a new brain level) but Compton might invite Raz with him to see Cassie O'Pia as Raz makes it clear that he wants to interview her so they can figure out how to stop the Delugionists, and while he and the others weren't able to stop her, they could help stop her followers, or at least arm the next generation with their knowledge.

Also, the fact that Ford is still Raz's stowaway means they can discuss things with him being at least halfway coherent (Even if he doesn't remember *her*)

(And that the little boy looks... oddly familiar...)

Then they come to Green Needle Gulch and a Hand made of Water manifests, startling Compton before he realizes that it isn't attacking and was most likely his young guest pulling a prank- before looking to Raz and realizing that the poor child had lost control of his powers.

He calms the boy down, walking him through breathing exercises as the slight glow fades from his eyes.

The Hand is still manifested, and Compton tries to get him to stop shaping the water (My, he's certainly a strong little Hydrokinetic, almost reminds him of Lucy) but Raz insists that he can't because it's not him causing it, it's a Curse, and it wants to kill him.

Compton decides to try something.

"Razputin, could you take off your helmet for a second? I'm going to give you my hat"

"Wait isn't that going to-?"

"Don't worry, we only need to do it for a second, plus my hat will protect you from any... accidents."

Raz reluctantly agrees, and they swap.

And then the Hand collapses.

Raz is confused, and asks what the hell just happened.

He pulls the hat off, and the hand manifests again.

He puts it back on and the hand collapses.

Off, on, off, on, off, on.

"Does the hat protect from curses? I mean, that would make sense because if you were to get curse it would be extremely bad especially because of the blastokinesis-"

"No, my hat doesn't protect from curses, it prevents my power from leaking out as blastokinesis, the same way it's preventing your power from leaking out as hydrokinesis."

"..."

They have a big talk about psychic powers and psychosomatic effects that ends with Raz accepting that he's Hydrokinetic and that the people who cursed his family probably took advantage of the hydrokinesis for the curse.

Still doesn't help that much because he's still terrified, but at least the hand isn't completely blocking the way.

On their way to Cassie's they talk about the "curse" and Raz casually drops the fact that his last name is Aquato, which makes everything click for Compton (thank god they swapped back by this point) and Compton explaining he knew someone who was a very powerful Hydrokinetic who, while she didn't have children herself, had a sister who had married to a man with the last name Aquato.

Raz wants more details, because of course he does, he's a little kid learning that one of his idols was friends with one of his relatives, but Compton is reluctant.

This is a lot, and he wants to get the child somewhere safe before he drops that bombshell.

They go to Cassie's, help her out, and then Compton sits Raz down.

He brews a pot of tea and asks Cassie if they can have a bit of privacy.

Compton talks slowly, letting the child process each part as his entire world is slowly put on it's head.

Raz doesn't take it well, but Compton didn't expect him to.

He lets the boy cry, and reassures him that he isn't a monster, isn't going to wake up a "Razigula" or anything of the sort, reiterates that while Lucy had gone bad that he didn't deserve to be Cursed or anything of the sort.

Cassie had listened in towards the end, had learned that her sweet little student that she only just got to meet had more ties to her past then either expected, but only because of how loud the conversation got.

After it's done, Cassie walks in. Razputin is exhausted, and Compton is trying his best to settle him down to sleep.

Cassie goes to see Bob, going to try and see if he is willing to help out, while Compton keeps an eye on him. After all, the Delugionists have reason to target him.

(All the while, Ford is getting this nagging feeling)

Meanwhile, the Aquatos have arrived, and Hollis is now aware that one of her students is missing

And that's all I have for now, outside of Helmut's brain being found by Dion and Frazie

[meimi-haneoka]

For those who will scroll :Spoiler alert!

Do you think yuna kaito will be able to be brough back from the magical clock he trapped himself in

Hmmm I don't like how this is phrased, so let me explain why first:

Kaito isn't trapped in the pocket watch, if this is what you're thinking. The pocket watch was literally the magical artifact he used to make an exchange (by using the Exchange Card ) with the magical book that was engraved in Akiho's body (another kind of magic artifact). Rather, what we see spreading under Kaito's feet in the moment the Seal of D. is activated in chapter 70 is that same "book" that used to spread under Akiho when she went "berserk", when the "artifact" that took control of her was still inside of her. So it's more legit to think that he's been trapped inside that artifact (we do in fact see the pages seemingly folding up on him).

Also, another statement that kinda bugs me: Kaito didn't "trap himself".

Let's tell the story how it is: Kaito was literally cursed. The Magic Association placed the Seal of D. on him, acting as some kind of trap that would activate in case he dared doing anything to Akiho and the artifact engraved in her. "Doing anything" as in, using the artifact or try to mess with it in a way that they didn't approve of. Not that they cared any bit about Akiho herself. Kaito already knew, young as he was, that he wanted indeed to mess with that artifact, wanting to remove it from Akiho. He knew that one day, by accepting that seal on himself, he was going to trigger it.

And yet, that was the price he had to pay to leave that goddamned place with Akiho. They got his back against the wall: either you accept this curse, or you won't be allowed to travel with her. And he really needed to bring her out of there (and probably, he wanted to leave that place himself). So what else could he do, already disillusioned and not seeing any worth in his life? He accepted.

But he was cornered into it. He was a child himself (he doesn't look much older than Sakura and Syaoran themselves in this flashback), suffered from child abuse himself and the abusers decided to put this last curse on him, de facto condemning him to eternal imprisonement at the first wrong move. When you are cornered into a decision, you can't really say it genuinely came from you. Therefore, Kaito didn't "trap himself", he was imprisoned by others as the result of messing with the artifact. Then, I certainly think that the decision he made to take Akiho out of there and the fact he still accepted the Seal on himself was also an act of rebellion against a congregation of criminals that did nothing but use him at their convenience. This was the first, the very first, thing he ever did on his own accord. Still, if he had any choice, he wouldn't have probably chosen this.

Sorry for the long preamble but this is something that I particularly care about, I want to make sure Kaito's actions are read in a way that is coherent with what's shown in the story (and not always as a "whim" of a wicked character, as he often passes for).

Now, to reply to your question! I truly believe that Sakura, Syaoran and most importantly, Akiho will be able to bring Kaito back. Sakura and Syaoran will take care of the magical aspect (I know they said the Seal of D. cannot be dispelled even by a magician of class D, but Sakura is superior to that sh*t), while Akiho will take care of the emotional one. Because yes, everyone wants him to come back, but does he want to? No one can force him to come back if that isn't his wish. However, I'm absolutely sure that deep down he wants to keep living with Akiho too. He just wanted to save her and make her happy so badly that he had to go through with his plan, but the bond he created with her along the years was something he didn't expect nor accounted for, and it's what gave him conflicting feelings towards the end, before the play started. His painful faces when he talked about the play, the "hand" that outstretched towards her on its own, they were all symptoms of that conflict. Of his true wish. Now, he just needs to realize and understand it. And Akiho will be able to make him see that. But in order to reach that point, Sakura and Syaoran will need to free him from the Seal that is active on him first, and somehow take care of the shortened lifespan too (cause there's that too, unfortunately).

It's not gonna be easy, but I believe that after so much suffering, both for the readers (in Japan the darker development wasn't welcomed with the same enthusiasm everywhere in the fandom) and for the in-story characters themselves, the only thing CLAMP can do is to give relief through a complete happy ending. I don't want to imagine CCS in the future as the "CLAMP work that left scars on the fans" like other CLAMP stories, there are other series they can do that with but CCS is and has always been here to bring another message. A message of hope and kindness. CLAMP know that fully well so I'm confident they will give the right closure to this. The right closure means not only giving a happy ending to Sakura and Syaoran, already privileged (and I used this term in the most positive way possible) in their wholesome lives full of love, but to the abused and struggling characters too, whose intentions have never been malicious and just did their best to make their most important person happy.

[maxmcyfield]

what a ride! / perlan / university au circa 2019? @jokermoreau

Today's agenda is riding. 

It wasn't planned, per se. These things never are. But somehow while having lunch together, they ended up on the topic of their… sessions. One thing led to another and suddenly, they are on the couch, pantless and shoving their tongues in each other's mouths while he has his tip planted comfortably inside her.

She doesn't remember what started it either. Something about horses, ironically.

He's being gentle with her though. He always is, but this time, she can feel the tight grip around her waist. How he's hesitating. She almost wants him to snap, but she also knows she can't handle it if he did.

"Okay," he murmurs into her ear, and she's surprised at how stable his voice sounds. "You can move down."

Percy wordlessly nods, her brain too preoccupied to form any words, complying to his instruction faithfully. It's not painful anymore when more of him enters her — hasn't been in a while. It helps that he'd fingered her just now, but she still can't over the feeling of him. The delicious stretch that his cock provides, the inevitable way her head spins from the pleasure. It feels too good, so much so that it's as if her body is rejecting it. Like the pure vulgarity from the passion shocking her system as if she were some puritan celibate.

The irony isn't lost on her either — the fact that they're married makes this… thing, all the sex they've been having, be completely morally okay. (And she's not even religious!) Technically. But the way he's looking at her right now, eyes dark with want, his cock stuffing her full with every inch she's lowering herself on it — makes it feel dirty. Sinful, even.

"That's it," he hums, making sure to hold her strong so that she won't take too much of him all at once. She's thankful for it too, because she's sure she'd just come if he shoved it in there. "Good girl."

Fuck. Percy tightens around him, the petname causing her to whimper. He groans in response, digging his fingers deeper into her hips. That doesn't stop her though - instead, she's half sure he's pulling her down now.

"You like that, hm? I knew it." Dylan laughs, self-satisfied yet still unbelievably thoughtful. "Knew last night wasn't a fluke."

She'd laugh at herself too if she could, at how much those words make her react, but she's also particularly occupied at the moment by the fact she has all of him in her and he's hitting her deeper than he ever has before in this position.

A full body shudder hits her when he adjusts himself, his head brushing the bit of her she always forgets makes her head go numb. He moves again, and she moans. She can't help the way her pussy squeezes around him a couple of times, unable to control herself.

Dylan stills her, breath hitching. "Oh- Careful there. I'm riding a fine line as is, bun."

She squeezes around him again. This time it's intentional. Percy isn't thinking rationally anymore. She's testing the waters, pushing the safe bounds he's built around them. She wants to see what that line is, even if it's unwise.

"Pers, if you that again, I don't think I can stop myself."

His voice is still calm, but there's an edge of danger to it. For some reason, it sounds like a promise.

And it makes her squeeze around him again. Even harder than before.

He doesn't say anything in response for a few seconds. And for abit, she thinks he's actually angry...

But suddenly, the full, satisfying feeling of him filling her is gone when he retreats out of her. She almost complains too, but then she feels the grip on her hips again and all at once, he slams into her - the fulllengtht of him hitting her deepest parts hard and fast.

She collapses into him from the sheer intensity that washes over her, gasping. But he doesn't stop to catch her. Instead, he does it again. And again... And again.

Percy doesn't remember the last time she had a coherent thought as a result.

(Okay, so, change of plans. Today's agenda is letting Dylan fuck up into her as hard as he wanted.)

[2n2n]

lodurloft

I wonder if Tsukasa was even conscious at the time he died in manga

Ohhhhh so much to wonder. I'll wonder it all!

He has a memory of what face Amane made, so... whether or not Amane knew it, Tsukasa could observe him, and feel something. He had to have been conscious, it seems.

But I wonder a lot if he necessarily was fully physically capable of movement, or talking... maybe not? I think canon favors the idea he wasn't so capable...

my favored ~theory for the moment is that Tsukasa attempted to end his own life, so, due to some manner of self-harm, in a state of severely unable to move or react appropriately ... for me, something like that explains how Tsukasa could be in a dubious state of receptiveness or awareness, to Amane? Though, even if it wasn't himself, there could be any circumstance to impair Tsukasa before the murder, even Amane himself drugging him, or what have you (I disprefer to imagine their parents involved... but it's possible too). There's no signs of 'struggle', in the little we've seen, either.... basically, he could have passed as/appeared unconscious or incoherent, to Amane, who may have felt more capable of doing as he pleased, as a result?

I mean, he's this sort of guy....

he would do plenty of things, if there were no consequence of being observed and tattled on for doing it .... that's just the sort of person Amane is.... he's unlikely to do something bold, if he can be seen and reacted to doing it...

it's interesting to me that Amane seems so SHOCKED by Tsukasa's recollection of events--

I wonder if Amane's own idea of "what Tsukasa would be able to remember/saw/experienced coherently" assumed he 'got away with' doing various things, at that time, without having been 'seen'? I don't think it's merely the subject of the murder being brought up, I think there is a dawning horror of "Tsukasa remembers? Tsukasa watched me, then? He saw my face? What?"

At least for now... I don't think Tsukasa was capable of openly, freely responding to what Amane was doing, during the act... or else, Amane would have a clear idea of "how Tsukasa felt about it", which he, doesn't, until this moment. He hasn't been operating on the knowledge 'Tsukasa loved it'.

While I see a lot of depictions of the shinjuu feature Tsukasa encouraging or welcoming it more obviously, I have to assume that at the time, Amane Did Not Receive That Information, or else it wouldn't be a surprise to hear it from Yorishiro Tsukasa here, you know? The impression of the shinjuu they mutually had then... couldn't have been so peaceful or consensual seeming? Maybe it felt egregious of Amane to do? Taking advantage of a state Tsukasa was in? That 'sounds like Amane' to me, I guess... more than anything.... not fighting Tsukasa to the ground, nor doing as he's asking, but, doing something while the opportunity presents itself, where he won't have to answer for anything, where he won't be seen....

and then like, eeuhr, looking at events again as "Tsukasa remembers it, Tsukasa watched me, Tsukasa liked what I did, liked how I looked".......

something to hide his face from sight about, something to fluster and blush and tear up to think of so quickly, too quickly

I wonder what Amane may have said or done at the time of the murder....

so.... yeah! I don't think Tsukasa could reply to Amane in that moment, and he's making up for it, now, clarifying the situation, and rewriting the events in Amane's mind by doing so....

I like to think Tsukasa could have been really, REALLY incapacitated in some way, hence why Amane leans sooo hard into "I'm a murderer" and feeling very, very much like there is no excuse for how much Tsukasa was his victim, and doesn't want himself rewritten as a suffering, cornered person who had some sort of 'good reason' to do it. Whether he created, or merely exploited, a state Tsukasa was in...

I really love the glimpses into such an utterly serene and beautiful dead Tsukasa... he makes me imagine it was able to be a controlled affair, and a definitive decision of Amane's.... nothing he can explain away as reactionary or wayward, maybe. All intention and expression.

Just my conjecture, though!

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how luocha kisses (idk actually the demons just won here) ❀ ˎˊ- luocha x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 475 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: suggestive? mentions making out but u could read it as spice if you really squinted. open ending, could be read as ahem or just making out more. ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: i let the demons out for a crack whoops ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

Luocha never kisses you in public.

It's a strange phenomenon, really. He's fine with practically anything else, whether it be holding hands, having a hand at your waist, or a tight embrace. But when it comes to kissing, he is abnormally avoidant, shying away from your lips.

Perhaps he holds it sacred, like a forbidden fruit whose taste he can only taste from behind closed doors. You can certainly see it, in the way he kisses the tips of your fingers as though they were glass, moving to your wrist so he can connect his lips to your pulse. He holds you as though you were a priceless artifact, and perhaps you were, in his eyes.

It's only in the hotel room that he indulges in your touch, and indulge does he. He savors the taste of your lips like fine wine, relishing in the little touches that pepper his face. In moments like these, he wonders why he ever stopped himself in the first place, only to be answered with the pure passion at which you kiss him as a result of being driven off for too long.

He adores it when you become fed up with his antics and drag him off to a nearby alleyway. He revels in the way you push him against the wall and ravage him, soft whimpers of desperation leaving his muffled lips as he scrambles to ground himself.

His knees tremble when you take control, a delicacy rarer than the kisses he steals when he comes home. And by the Aeons, is he addicted to it. Luocha may prefer the beautiful and the delicate, but even he cannot deny that he is obsessed with the roughness at which you treat him with when you've had enough.

It steals the breath right from his lungs, taking any coherent thought or words with it, leaving him panting in the shadows of the alleyway. The walls are rough as they scrape against his palms, but they are the last thing in his mind as your eyes burn into his, a momentary break before you begin your attack again.

But of course, of course, he has to get one sly comment in.

"You couldn't..." He gulps down a breath, knowing it's the last he'll have for a while. "You couldn't wait until we got back home?"

You roll your eyes, your hands squeezing at his hips as you drove him back against the wall. Luocha lets out a stuttered gasp as you do so, but the tired smile on his face tells you just how much he likes it.

"Don't act oblivious," you whisper darkly, sending shivers up his spine. "You know you wanted this."

"Did I?" Luocha sasses back, but he never gets an answer.

At least, not a verbal one.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[chalkrevelations]

Listen. LISTEN.

I’ve gone on the record saying that I absolutely believe that Vegas has to let Pete go for this story to remain narratively and thematically coherent, and so that’s probably informing my opinion on the issue, but I’m inclined to believe that Vegas left the key on purpose. Just like I theorized he might “accidentally” leave another belt lying around where Pete could get to it, making it apparent that Pete’s “escape” was actually Vegas letting him go. But no, this motherfucker always goes me one better than I expect, and he just drops the literal key to the handcuffs on the bed right under Pete’s nose while telling him that, btw, there are no guards, and also Vegas, himself, is going to take the hedgehog to the vet, so Pete will be there by himself to get up to whatever he might get up to. Like Vegas isn’t almost just as much a prisoner in that safehouse as Pete - what’s he gonna do, get into his non-existent car that I’m so sure his shitty Dad has made sure he’s equipped with so he can go cavorting around whenever he feels like it, and drive himself into town with his little spiky bundle? Vegas’s story is bullshit, he isn’t going anywhere except into the backyard to sit vigil over his latest pet as it inevitably dies (because hedgehogs have a lifespan of what? 2-4 years in captivity? and FUCK YOU, Kun, for making sure that Vegas has had his pets DIE every couple of years for how long now?), in a excuse to turn his back on Pete, so that even if when Pete does leave Vegas like everything and everyone else, at least it will be because he runs away, not because he dies in Vegas’s cage, like all the pets that Kun actually did allow Vegas to keep.

ANYWAY, Pete’s out of his cuffs, about to fly free, just like Porsche in Ep 6, only he can’t stop himself from coming back when he actually gets a look at Vegas’s emotional distress, just like Porsche in Ep 6 had to come running back when he heard gunshots and knew Kinn was in danger. This parallel is another thing that makes me believe Vegas left the key on purpose, to let Pete go free. But this also is the beginning of a pattern that we’ll see twice already in this ep, of Pete making the choice to be with Vegas. His face journey - as he fights with his own instincts to run versus that drive to radical compassion that he’s already displayed when he first threw out a lifeline to Vegas in the previous ep - is something to watch, but the end result is that Pete comes back, walks back into the cage, just like Porsche walked back into the cage of the major family home, because lbr, Porsche was stiil not allowed any way to contact the outside world that wasn’t monitored and was having to lie to Kinn about Yok having major surgery in order to be allowed to leave the premises alone, even after Ep 6. (Kinn and Vegas are mirrors of each other: RECEIPTS.) And we’ll see Pete make this choice to be with Vegas again just a little while later, when Vegas pushes and pushes and pushes, but at the last minute takes his hand off of Pete’s dick to say “Sorry, but I’m’a need some enthusiastic consent signed in ink, in triplicate,” and then starts walking out the door. There’s some really important balance of power stuff going on there, and a key thing that’s happening (a key thing, hah, the thing that’s going to unlock Pete, just like the literal key unlocked those handcuffs) is that Vegas is putting every bit of choice and control in Pete’s hands at that point. I’ve seen people wringing their hands about how Pete still has to please his captor (his captor, who apparently would have to throw rocks at him to get him to go away, with no guarantee even that would work), and how he knows he might be in danger from Vegas later, after he escapes, if he doesn’t let Vegas fuck him now, because they’ll continue to run across each other in their work orbits, which, what? I dunno, maybe Pete should fuck every single Very Bad Mafia Man that he might possibly come across in his line of work as a Very Bad Mafia Man, just to guarantee that what? That they’re too fucked out to be able to take aim at him with their literal guns at some later date? That they understand that ass is just too good to be wasted by putting it in a coffin?

ANYWAY, almost from the very beginning, Vegas told us that he didn’t like to force anyone, and as with everything he’s said in the past to manipulate, two truths and a lie - or maybe two lies and a truth - and this scene in his bedroom is certainly proof of concept, as he hands Pete back his blueballs and every scrap of his autonomy and says, “Yeah, you’re going to have to actually make the choice to hand all that back to me if you want this to go any further.” Which Pete of course does, and I’m sure there’s going to be A LOT of electronic ink spilled on my blog about what follows, but I’m only on, like, my 32nd time watching THAT scene, and it’s probably going to be at least the 47th time before I’m ready to sit down and start compiling a list of beautiful little parallels and contrasts, like Pete’s “what are you doing?” when Vegas pulls that shirt closed over his chest to pull him forward by it, compared to his “what are you doing” when Vegas finally starts touching him, bare hand to bare skin, in the opening sequence of Ep 11, or the way he pushes up into that final kiss vs. his response to the pill in Ep 11. BUT AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I DISTRACTED MYSELF ...

What was I ... Oh, so, it’s looking more and more like Vegas is going to have to throw rocks at Pete to get him to go away, and yet we know they’re separated from each other, somehow, at some point in the next couple of episodes, with Pete back with the main family, looking miserable at the bar and caressing his own wrists in sad contemplation, if the WDYS MV is anything to go by. So WHY?

Speculation: I’m assuming that eventually someone’s going to wonder why Pete isn’t back from “vacation.” The slightest bit of investigation is going to lead straight to Vegas and the minor family. I don’t know if that is what has Kun all exercised about the major family wanting his head in the preview for Ep 13, but they want his head for something, and if it’s not already because they want Pete back, all it would take would be Kun finding out that Vegas has Pete chained up at Torture Sex Dungeon South, and he could very well see Pete as the perfect peace offering, could he not? Return the major family’s head bodyguard, who his fuckup of a son stole, all nicely wrapped and on a silver platter? And what is Vegas or Pete supposed to say about that? I suspect the single most dangerous thing either of them could do is let Kun know how important Pete’s becoming become to Vegas.

Anyway, just a thought.

[amaranthineoceans]

Everything Weird About Deltarune!

Spoiler Warning for Undertale and Both Chapters of Deltarune! Really! I Literally Go Through Everything I Can Remember About Them!

This is a long post so get comfortable. Also note that my brain doesn't process thoughts into words very well so some of these might not be worded in the best way. :)

Deltarune. The first teaser chapter was released on October 31, 2018, and it came out of nowhere. We've all gone through this, but I'll try and go through every single painstaking detail I can remember. Feel free to reblog and add/correct things.

The weirdness begins right off the bat. The title is an anagram of UNDERTALE. We all know Toby likes to use anagrams when he wants to indirectly tell us when things are related, so it's no surprise that when you go to download DELTARUNE, it warns you that the game is designed for people who have played UNDERTALE. You think, "Cool, so it's a sequel? Or maybe a prequel? A different perspective of UNDERTALE perhaps?" You were wrong; so terribly, terribly wrong! I'll elaborate on this later.

Before you download the application, the terms of service that you must agree to beforehand reads simply and plainly, "You accept everything that will happen from now on." This detail was kinda brushed off in the beginning, because, hey, it's Toby Fox. He does weird stuff all the time. But even in the first chapter, it's apparent that the concept of choice, or more accurately, the lack of it, is a very present theme in the game. I would like to remind you that Toby has announced that there will be one ending in the game. One. I'll elaborate on this later.

The program (as in, what the game is called in your files) is named SURVEY PROGRAM. Why not just call it Deltarune like it is when you download chapter two?

The game launches you, without a title screen, without any setting adjustment options, straight into a reference to the theme of the entire franchise: the lack of choice. A strange formless voice guides you through "making a vessel", with what we know now as a fountain in the background. You have the option to make some very disturbing choices in this character creator, such as making its favorite flavor "pain" or expressing your feelings about it with options such as "fear" and "disgust." You name your "creation," tell the formless voice your name (which is different from your vessel's name) and watch as said formless voice muses over your name at an agonizing pace. It thanks you for your time and tells you that your wonderful creation, (cue music cutout and background removal) will now be discarded. "No one can choose who they are in this world." The screen slowly turns white as the voice says, "Your... name... is..."

It gets weirder. The next scene appears from the whiteness and showcases Toriel calling "Kris" out of bed. Kris' area of the room is very bare in contrast to the other side, which we later discover is Asriel's.

It's Toriel. Why is Toriel here?

Kris is kind of an anagram of Frisk (the protagonist of UNDERTALE) but without the F. I highly doubt this is a coincidence.

Speaking with Noelle is the only reason you can proceed (see what i did there?) while finding a partner in the classroom. This means you can't go through the 1st chapter without knowing who she is. Is it because of the Snowgrave route?

Ralsei is just suspicious to me. There's no way he was just waiting in that castle his whole life alone without some mental toil. So either he's insane or he wasn't alone the whole time. What happened? Is it related to how he can close his eyes and see what Susie is going through when she's apart from the party? Was he just watching everything? Is he related to the formless voice?

Susie's icon is the only one without color in the Dark World.

Jevil's fight is more difficult than Sans'.

Your actions have little consequence in the first chapter. If you choose to go genocide, the only difference in the ending is being run out of the kingdom, and this doesn't carry over to the next chapter. Again, lack of choice, people.

If at the end of chapter one, you walk around town, it's mentioned (notably by Noelle) that you're usually not this talkative. If you go to the hospital and speak with the receptionist, they mention that you used to play the piano in the corner. If you decide to attempt to play the said piano, an out-of-key bash can be heard and the receptionist comments on how you used to play beautifully. If you try this in chapter two, the result is the same. All this is confirmation that Kris is acting noticeably weird.

When you leave the Dark World and walk around town, you can find Sans. He "pretends" to recognize you, and if you tell him you recognize him, he tells you it's funny, considering that you two have never met before. He winks. I'm pretty sure he knows that the player is there.

The mention of Papyrus in both games, but the purposeful lack of him. Like he's avoiding you.

If you go upstairs while inside Asgore's flower shop, there are flowers in glass cases resembling his SOUL collection in UNDERTALE. There's a red flower.

You can't enter the church.

The clock in the storage closet shows a different time than all the others in the school.

If you go all the way south in town and into the woods, the music stops and you come across a rusty, double door is in a hill covered in crass. It's locked. If you go this way in chapter two, however, you watch a cutscene where you and susie happen to find Monster Kid from UNDERTALE (or someone resembling them) and an owl kid in front of the door. The owl kid is pressuring Monster Kid to (presumably) break inside, telling them that they don't want to be a wimp like Kris. Does this imply that Kris is connected to this strange door somehow?

The ending. You know what I'm talking about.

Did Kris actually rip out the SOUL (I say "the" because I'm not entirely sure it's Kris') and knife because they wanted to eat the pie? Did they only eat the pie because Toriel caught them?

Why did they look at the player? Are they sick of being controlled? Is that why they freaked out after the Spamton fight? (later)

Anyway, now we're at chapter two.

DELTARUNE Chapter Two was released on September 17th, 2021. 17. Entry Number 17. Sound familiar?

Asriel's part of the room is different from the last chapter. I don't think this means anything sinister, but I think it means Kris notices different things about the room as the story progresses. My theory is that it will become more sinister in each chapter.

Ralsei getting super excited to see Susie and Kris after a day. As in he has separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. not anything suspicious but it makes me sad so it's on the list.

Kris and Susie's rooms. Ralsei REALLY doesn't want them to leave. Seriously get this boy a therapist. Or a stuffed animal. SOMETHING.

Kris having to gather everything from the storage closet so that people appear in the Dark World????? Why??????????????? They had to do the same thing for the computer lab too.

The golden door. I don't trust it.

How/why the heck did Noelle and Berdley go into the Computer Lab Dark World? I don't see either of them just walking into pulsing void doors without Susie.

Apparently the knight has been gone for a bit and can corrupt people's minds? The king in the first chapter doesn't seem like he can be redeemed but Queen just seems,,, not bad, but a little crazy. I wonder what happened.

Then again, name ONE person in this franchise without trauma.

Spamton.

Horror doesn't bother me. Spamton? Spamton bothers me.

SPAMTON. ENOUGH SAID.

A Kromer is a type of hat invented in the '70s. Nobody named Mike is associated with it, that I can find.

SPAMPTON. HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT.

HIS SONG IS THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS.

The way he asks Kris is they want to be a heart on a chain their whole life. Like, dude, no wonder they were screaming after the fight.

WHERE DID THE YELLOW HEART COME FROM. YELLOW MEANS JUSTICE. WHY DOES JUSTICE APPLY.

Kris screaming after the fight and the player not being able to hear it. Don't you dare tell me that's just how the game is designed. There are sound effects characters make throughout the game. None that I can think of apply to Kris, apart from when they rip their soul out.

Ralsei brushing off the Spamton fight. Either that's his coping mechanism or he was trying to shut Susie and Kris up to protect them from... something. I'll touch on that in a minute.

According to Queen, DETERMINATION is a key factor in creating a fountain.

Also according to Queen, Kris, Noelle, and Susie all have DETERMINATION SOULS.

Ralsei freaking out about Berdley making a fountain implies that he may also have DETERMINATION. Why I'm bringing all this up will make sense soon.

How was Noelle able to cast Snowgrave... a spell that she, according to her, didn't know?

The Snowgrave route is so twisted.

You manipulate Noelle into killing Berdley and then, when you get back to the computer lab and investigate his corpse, the text box says that he doesn't seem to be awake. As if you're in denial?

Burgerpants recognizes you. Not Kris. As in the player.

The ending. I don't think I need to describe it. Kris is very methodical without the SOUL. (I say "the" because, again, I'm not 100% convinced it's theirs.) I'm saying this about how they left clues that someone broke into the This proves that they are NOT a mindless, vengeful husk.

HOW DID THEY MAKE THE FOUNTAIN WITHOUT THE SOUL INSIDE OF THEM. DID THEY FEED THE SOUL TO IT AFTERWARDS? IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?

Another point I would like to make is my theory that Ralsei knows much more than he would have us believe. I might put this into a different post because I have yet to gather my points into a coherent bullet point list, so keep an eye out for that.

Anyway apart from Toriel and Susie being VERY heavy sleepers, I think I've gone through everything. I have a few theories.

1. Kris is possessed by the player and figured out that they could make a fountain from Queen and related to Spamton freaking out about freedom. They then decided to make a fountain going by the logic that "this would tick the player off." This is one of my top theories that assumes that the SOUL is theirs.

And 2. Kris is possessed by both the player and the knight. I think the formless voice at the very beginning of the game is the knight, and they somehow needed the player to possess someone with DETERMINATION. If so, then why Kris? We know from Queen that Noelle and Susie, and maybe even Berdley also have DETERMINATION. The most plausible thing I can think of is the fact that human souls are stronger than monster ones.

I do think that the popular theory (about the one that suggests that the Dark Word is nothing but a figment of a child's imagination, and the events that occur in said Dark World are simply children playing with toys) has been thoroughly dashed due to Berdley's murder in the genocide route of the second chapter. Unless he's not dead. Regardless, how the events (or lack thereof) that occur in the second chapter play through the next will be interesting, especially considering Toby's announcement about how there will be one ending to the game. So either Berdley isn't dead, or he will be.

Aaaand I think that's it! Sorry for the long post; let me know your thoughts and if I missed anything!

[fangirlshrewt97]

JennySita Story Summary

Um. Ok. A little context. Have you ever had that thing where you read or saw or heard something and an entire story flashed before your eyes? That kind of happened to me today (again) and this is the result. I cleaned up the initial ramblings so it is a little more coherent now. 

I hope it makes sense? It literally came to me out of the blue. And ended up being way, way, way longer than I expected or anticipated. 

It is not a fully realized story in that there is not dialogue. Consider it more a detailed plot synopsis like you find for movies on Wikipedia. 

Um, if anyone wants to take this and expand any part of this into a full story, you have my blessing, just tag me so I can read it. 

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Ok so what if Jenny and Jake (from freaking Naatu Naatu) are actually engaged instead of just being acquaintances Jenny can blow off? Jake is still the absolute dick he is, with his superiority complex and hatred of Indians. He is rich and got lucky being born into a powerful British family so he things the world must bend to his every whim. And Jenny will be his ultimate trophy, with her wealth becoming his when he marries her.

Jenny does not like him and does not want to marry him but due to some family/political reason has to. She wishes she could find any other suitor or some other way to break the engagement without causing disastrous consequences for her family. She had hoped coming to India, being away from London Society, would give her a chance to breathe more freely. But Jake is too possessive and controlling to let her come by herself even to visit her own uncle and aunt. Jenny feels like there is a cage closing in on her every time she sees his smarmy smile.

Even with Jake though, she loves her time in India. He complains about everything and rarely comes out of the cooler mansion rooms where someone will fan him and tend to his needs. Jenny is grateful because it allows her the smallest chance of freedom to travel about the town. She loves the culture, the way it is so different from her own. The colors that vibrate with life, the way children laugh more openly, the way people smile more freely.

Jake hates every single one of these things.

The other reason she loves being away from Jake is he cannot touch her. He hasn’t crossed any lines yet, and Jenny always tries to have at least two or three other people in the room with them. Because when they are alone, Jake is… he takes liberties with her she cannot fight against. Because she knows what her word is worth against Jake’s. And even if her family believed her, no one else would. The one time she managed to push him off of her when his hands started to wander, he had nearly broken her wrist with how sharply he had twisted it. Not to mention the way he is constantly putting her down in front of people. Jenny feels so alone, none of the people are genuine friends, rather Jenny knows they are all sucking up to Jake in the hope he will help them advance in society. And Jake lets that get to his head. Jenny is disgusted by it. It is also the reason she can never trust any of them with how she is truly feeling about anything.  

One day during her daily trips, her car gets a flat tire. But two people come to her rescue, introducing themselves as Bheem and Sita. Sita speaks English with surprising fluidity, and tells her Bheem is a mechanic who can fix her tire in five minutes. Jenny is thanking them profoundly while Sita waves her off, saying she has seen Jenny at the market often, and Sita works at the market.

Jenny returns home, but she is not able to forget Sita’s smile. Or how it felt like the first genuine smile she had seen in ages. Or the warmth it had caused around Jenny’s heart. Or how the smell of the jasmines she wore in her hair had lingered so long after for Jenny.

She seeks out Sita the next day at the market, and finds out she sells the flowers she has seen many Indian women wearing. She is fascinated by how skillfully Sita is able to make the flower garlands and ends up spending like ten minutes just staring at her until Sita laughs and calls her over. Its the start of the truest friendship Jenny has ever had. Slowly, all of her trips end up having the same destination. Sita never scolds her or complains that Jenny is driving away her business, patiently sitting with her and answering any questions she has. Sita asks a few questions of her own about Jenny’s family, which causes Jenny to clam up. Sita doesn’t push, unlike Jake, instead switching to ask her about the mansion and what is it like living there.  

Sita tells her about her own family, how she is in Delhi with her babai, and her best friend Ram who is a police office.

(In this world Ram and Sita both come to Delhi, Sita to get info that Ram can't and they can pass info on to other freedom fighters too plus sometimes women will never talk to Ram but will open to Sita. They also meet up with Bheem but instead of Ram handing him over, see what a strong ally Bheem could be and promises to help him find and rescue Malli. Sita had indeed spotted Jenny after Bheem had pointed her out as living in the mansion. When she had seen her standing at the road with the flat tire, she had thought it would be a good opportunity to befriend her and in that way find out more about Malli.

Having actually befriended her, Sita’s heart ached at the loneliness that always seemed to hang around Jenny’s shoulders. But also, how her cheeks reddened when Sita touched her arms or teased her. Sita didn’t understand why she felt a stronger need everyday to see Jenny laugh properly, the kind of laugh that reached her eyes. (This is after she helped Ram and Bheem realize they shared feelings more…intimate than brotherhood. She had been heartbroken that she wouldn’t actually marry Ram, but he was still her best friend, and how could she deny him the bright smiles he wore around Bheem. Or deny Bheem anything? That man’s eyes were worse than a baby cow’s.))

Fast forward one day Bheem drops by with some bangles he had made in his spare time for Sita, who adores them. Jenny finds them so beautiful and while she is hesitant at first to take one when Sita offers it, she concedes, letting it slip that maybe the little girl in the palace, Malli would surely love it. She is confused at the stunned and pale faces of her new friends, but doesn’t have much time to ponder before the palace guards come to bring her back. She gives the invitation to the party to Sita and begs her to come, and bring Bheem and Ram too.

On the way back, she can’t help but compare Sita and Bheem to Jake, and how diametrically opposed they are.

The Naatu Naatu scene plays out the same way, except that evening is the first time Jake throws a vase at her head and says that if Jenny ever humiliates him like that again he will not hesitate to take things a step further. Jenny feels fear clamming up her throat, but nods.

She tries to stay away from Sita, but misses her desperately.

Sita brings her home one day for lunch and she meets Sita’s Babai and Ram. And despite being the obvious outsider the others are all kind to her and she feels more at home there than in her uncle's house.

Unfortunately, her luck runs out when one day when she had accompanied Sita home for lunch, one of Jake’s cronies spotted her. And saw her enter the home only to be greeted enthusiastically by Bheem who had pulled her into a bear hug. She had been so embarrassed the first time, but then grown to love how warm and safe those hugs made her feel.

They go and tattle to Jake who first refuses to believe them but then he finds a bangle Bheem had painted specially for Jenny (hoping Jenny would share more information about Malli, but also because Jenny was kind and deserved to smile more often). He loses it and hits Jenny before locking her up. He also sends out police officers to capture Bheem and bring him to Jake. Except, that night is the night of the mansion fight. Ram and Bheem work together but apart, Bheem causing as much mayhem as possible while Ram tries to get Malli away from the Britishers. The fight doesn’t go well though, Ram having to step in to arrest Bheem to prevent Jake from straight up shooting him. During the fight, Bheem had not understood why Jake was so angry and just knocked him unconscious.

When Jake woke up, he had been even more angry.

Ram tries to help him out of prison but ends up being the one chosen to punish him. Jake drags Jenny to watch Bheem get the flogging. Jenny is horrified at what her friends are going through but there is nothing she can do to help them in some way. Until Malli’s friend comes to visit her. Her heart aches for Malli, and she cries at how similar but differently their imprisonments are going. She convinces Malli’s friend to get a message to Sita. She somehow sneaks a message about Bheem's planned execution to Ram. And a letter thanking Sita fir everything but she is returning (being forced to) to England in a few nights. Jake had been adamant their wedding take place as soon they stepped onto British soil.

(During this whole situation, Sita had grown to see Jenny less as a means to an end of rescuing Malli, and instead seen what a kind soul she was. And beautiful too. She would see her face in her dreams, and her laughter would echo in Sita’s ears long after the woman had returned to her mansion.

Jenny had also confided in her, in masked words and worried lips about Jake, and how much she wanted to escape but there was nothing she could do. Sita had realized Jenny was also a victim of the British system.)

Ram and Sita plan for a way to break out Bheem, Malli, and Jenny all in one go. The same fight scene happens, except Sita is also hiding with Babai and they manage to overwhelm the British soldiers with some guerilla tactics. All six of them escape without a moment to spare.

Of course the whole mansion/government knows immediately and all three (Ram, Bheem, and Sita) are branded as Wanted Criminals. Jenny is terrified for them even more than for herself. Begs them to run, they have Malli, they should leave her, she can buy them some time maybe. They won't listen to a word of leaving her behind.

Jake has been fuming in the background that Jenny ran away with Bheem of all people. Also for the entire time between the mansion fight and Bheem’s non-execution, Jake has been taking his anger out on Jenny. He is always careful to not leave bruises that cannot be hidden. But he has not been kind. 

So we get Sita taking care of Jenny and telling her all her wonderful qualities. Jenny ends up crying herself to sleep in Sita 's lap/arms. Its the best night of sleep she has had since childhood. Sita on the other hand feels this foreign rage boiling in her blood that anyone would dare lay a hand on such a gentle soul.

Eventually they run out of places to run though. Jake finds them. Ram and Bheem try to hold off the goons while Jenny and Sita make a run for it with Malli. Jake grabs Malli and holds a gun to her head. Jenny begs him to release Malli, saying she will go back with him, listen to him, do whatever he wants. Jake hits Jenny. Sita feels her anger take over her body. She steps between them and takes the next hit instead. And then defends Jenny saying Jake would not be worth Jenny's little finger. Sita tackles Jake.

Ram and Bheem have taken care of the goons now, and are coming back when they hear a gunshot. They rush to the girls, only to find Sita holding a stunned Jenny, a smoking gun held between trembling fingers. Jake is cursing up a storm on the ground, screaming at Jenny that she shot him. But her is alive. The group escapes. They all run from Delhi.

Jenny comes to know about their secret mission and feels guilty they had to abandon it. None of the others blame her, saying they will find another way. But then Jenny remembers where her uncle had kept his documents, and tells them she may be able to help them yet. Babai had not been seen by the British officers and had not been persecuted. They rendezvous with him. He is still a police officer. Jenny tells him where he could find and steal some important documents.

The heist goes smoothly. Both Babai and Ram are so ecstatic when they realize the documents are detailing the movements of various weapons shipments that will be coming into India.

Sita splits from the boys, taking Jenny home with her while the boys go to reunite Malli with her mother and then to the ports to divert the weapons into their control. Before he leaves, Babai encourages Sita to follow her heart. Because he knows how Sita was in love with Ram as a little girl. And now has the same look whenever she looks at Jenny.

They make it to the village, and Jenny cries from how free she feels. And then she looks at Sita and laughs. Joyful. Finally realizing she is free. She is the most beautiful thing Sita has ever seen. She kisses her.

There is a moment where time freezes, but then Jenny smiles, and Sita’s heart bursts like a field of flowers.

They live happily for as long as they live.

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[nanamikentcs]

MIND OVER MATTER

word count: 890 words

genre: drabble, smut

warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. mentions of female genitalia, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mating press, breeding kink (kinda), just pure smut.

notes: i had a terrible day yesterday, and this is the end result. also for some reason i can only ever use song titles as the titles for my fics so rip. REPOSTING FOR THE LAST TIME BC APPARENTLY CERTAIN TAGS DIDN’T ALLOW MY POST TO SHOW ASDHFSJD.

summary: nanami helps you forget about the bad day you had.

“Should I keep going, love?” The genial tone of Kento’s voice starkly contrasted the harshness of his movements as he continued to thrust relentlessly into you, earning an emphatic moan from your exasperated throat. His face betrayed nothing of his intent—nothing of his unbridled lust—but the firm grip he had on your thighs as he steadfastly supported your legs with his arms and the grunts that danced in symphony with your overstimulated sobs revealed more than the man typically allowed.

By now, having climaxed for the nth time tonight—so much so that you’ve lost count of your orgasms—you were too fucked out to form a coherent response. All self-control dissipated when Kento plunged his tongue into your sopping cunt earlier, logic and sense quickly following suit as his mouth changed its focal point to your sensitive nub and two deft fingers joined the fray. Your first orgasm ripped through you quickly, enough to leave you heaving but not enough to remove your mind from the events of the exceptionally horrendous day you had.

Nanami Kento is nothing if not observant, and was quick to recognize the immediate resurgence of rumination and melancholy in your countenance as you came down from your high. In a fraction of a second of that instantaneous perception of your returning despondency, Nanami once more showered your swollen clit with attention as he dropped his voice to whisper a promise: “I’m not stopping until I’ve pulled your thoughts away from everything that happened today—or until you tell me to stop.”

Hence, your present situation: a sweaty, sobbing, overstimulated mess with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as your devoted lover filled you up in ways no one else ever could. You earned a temporary reprieve from your fucked out state as he brought a hand to your cheek, caressing it delicately as he inspected your reactions with an acute gaze.

“Do you want to keep going?” Of course, excellent as he was at robbing you of any intelligible thought as he delivered you from one orgasm to another, his primary concern would always ricochet to your consent.

Bereft of tangible vocabulary, the best you could offer then was the unrhythmic movement of your hips against his, shamelessly divulging your desperation for more despite having had more than enough. At this juncture, Nanami taunted you with a crooked smile, one that made his already handsome features all the more enticing. He brought both hands to your hips, holding them in place and effectively halting your fitful motions. You could only whine in response as his cock remained buried deep inside you, stretching you open without giving you the release you craved.

“Use your words, darling,” he whispered, stooping his head close to the junction between your ear and neck, allowing the contact of the warmth of his breath to stoke the arousal in your core.

“K-kento, p-please,” you were stammering in between sobs, the faintest of tears streaking your face in a slow descent. “K-keep going. Please. I n-need you s-so badly.”

That was all Nanami needed to hear as he pinned your legs close to your chest in a position that allowed him to maneuver himself into you more deeply and resumed all movements, albeit at an even rougher and more unadulterated pace. You were certain your cries would earn complaints from your neighbors the next day, but right now, all that mattered was the fact that Nanami made you feel so good. You’d valiantly face the barrage of consequences, soreness, and complaints in the morning; at the present, your mind was too preoccupied with Kento—only Kento.

As the rhythm of his thrusts became more erratic, you, too, became more frenzied, clawing your way down his toned back with one hand as the other remained tightly grasping his hair. With the combination of a well-angled thrust, a less than gentle nip at your neck, and a sudden pressure applied by Nanami to your clit, you came undone, squeezing his member for all it was worth. The tightening of your walls were enough to send him off the edge as well. Not soon afterwards, you felt him spill his seed into you.

Following a few sloppy thrusts, he finally lowered your legs back onto the mattress, softly stroking your inner thigh in an attempt to alleviate the soreness he knew would set in soon. He cleared the hair from your sweat-adorned visage, observing your heaving figure to check for any signs of discomfort. Seeing none, Kento planted a kiss on your lips, passionately but not roughly.

“Are you still thinking about your bad day?” He queried between intermittent kisses, one hand set in a caressing motion at your waist, the other holding your face. He noted the bliss in your eyes, glossed over with both pleasure and satisfaction, noting the absence of your earlier melancholy with a barely audible hum.

“Nuh-uh,” your ability to form a comprehensible statement still hadn’t returned, but adoration drove you forward so you could say: “I love you, Kento.”

Nanami shifted, laying on his side to pull you close to his chest. He felt the last of your strength slowly dissipate as the exhaustion from your activities finally settled in. Kissing the top of your head with care, he responded before succumbing to his own fatigue. “I love you, too.”

[whumpwizard]

Whumptober2022 Day 19: Enough is Enough

Angel was sorry. They were so, so sorry, but that didn’t matter. No, their apologies meant nothing to Master now, as he had them strung up with finely woven hemp rope in his basement.  He had set the climate in this room to a chilling 40 degrees, making poor Angel shiver in their little satin nightgown.  While the rest of the home was set to his preferred, comfortable climate of 70, he had left his little pet in the cold and dark, another part of their punishment.  His favourite part, was the part he was holding though.

Crack! The cattle-prod sparked as he poked Angel, waking them back up from their brief doze. It had been three days like this for them, strung up and forbidden from falling asleep.  Master had even booked time off from work to take this punishment into his own hands. Once again, his pet had failed him, forgetting to clean up their spill of water on the bathroom counter.  Had they cleaned it up sooner, perhaps he’d have been merciful, but they hadn’t, and Master had gotten his tie wet while doing his hair as a result. So, he had to teach them a lesson in vigilance and attention.

“P-please…please I’m…I’m sorry Master.” Angel begged, their head lolling forwards a bit as their body fought to pull them into sleep. He prodded them again, shocking their thigh. “AH!”

“Sorry does not get me back the ten minutes I spent picking out a new tie, pet. Sorry does not erase the mistake. You will pay your penance as always.”

“Y-yes Master…I know Master.” Angel’s words were slurred and slow, and their eyes fluttered shut again, their body winning out. Electricity was stronger than any body, though, and they were jolted back into wakefulness by a prod on the foot. 

Master began to stalk around them, poking at their calf, their butt, their feet, even the exposed underside of their arms, each one filling the chilled basement with a loud shout and repeated sobs. All the while his face was lit up by a cold, cruel smile.  He asked no questions, and offered no reprimands to his pet. They knew why they were here, and they knew how to atone, so there was no need. Angel simply suffered for their Master the way they always did, taking each strike and desperately trying to stay awake.

Three days without sleep though, and a body begins to shut down, so it wasn’t long before Angel passed out again, only to be woken by the pain of the cattle-prod once more.  Each time they tried to hold back the sobs, but the exhaustion made it impossible to control the tears that wanted to flow.  Their nose dripped and the puddles on tears that pooled at their feet were just as cold as the room, but still, there was no break.

Master stayed with Angel another four hours or so, prodding at them and preventing them from resting.  By the end of it, Angel was nothing more than a shaking, quivering mess of tears and sweat, babbling and begging for forgiveness. Lucky for Angel, their Master was in a kind mood.

“Shhh…shhh Angel, it’s alright.” he said, putting down the prod and untying their wrists. As soon as they were free, Angel collapsed into Master’s arms, sobbing and shouting into the empty basement. He simply pet their hair and cooed, soothing them.

“I’m sorry I’m so so sorry it won’t happen again I promise I’m sorry…” they babbled, words barely coherent. Master just smiled.

“It is alright now, pet.  You have served your punishment, and all is well now. Alright? I’ll take you upstairs, back into the warm, and you can go rest in your crate for an hour, alright? Then back to your tasks.”

“Y-yes Master…thank you Master.” Angel choked out. He brushed away some of the hair, and planted a small kiss on their forehead.

“Of course, Angel.  Of course.” As he spoke, they curled into his warm, comforting body, and basked in his affection.  They were a good pet again, they had atoned and they had suffered for Master. And now, they would serve him better.