#dangerous beautifull

[mybiasisexo]

rewatching got7s lullaby dance practice and jb really is the only man that i would willingly enter a toxic relationship with. like id be crazy always take him back sitting on the roof of his car as he drives away toxic lmao i cant help iiiit hes so fiiiiine 😩

[phantom-dc]

Jason was so confused.

He was finally home after his visit to the Iceberg lounge. Feeling a bit lightheaded from the earlier fight (and perhaps from his 'reward'), he'd decided to head in early. But after taking off his helmet he had spotted something strange. Something impossible.

Ok, so he had visited the Iceberg Lounge before. Maybe one could even say he visited often. And his excuse of making sure his deals with Penguin were going smoothly started to sound old. Not his fault Cobblepots new 'Siren' had a voice that could tame the angriest souls. Even looking at the beautifull man would calm Jason down.

God had he been looking. Enchanting blue eyes and the darkest raven hair. Pale skin that looked tantalizing underneath the artic blue dress, glittering like diamonds, a slit to show a bit of leg and an open back with a haltertop neckline. A necklace, earrings and a tiara that one would swear was made of ice. The only warm color was the vibrent red of his lips. It was no wonder many customers of the place, man or woman, came to look as much as to listen. But even with that beauty, it was nothing compared to his voice. Enchanting, mesmerizing, bewitching, the Siren sang songs in a language no one knew yet everyone understood. He truly lived up to his name.

Though it appeared tonight that not everyone cared about pretty things like songs. Not when Black Mask's gang broke into the place and started taking hostages. It seemed like they had some beef with Penguin, and decided to kidnap his Siren as retaliation.

Not on Red Hood's watch. Jumping down from the balcony he landed on 2 of them, knocking the men out cold. 4 more started to shoot at Jason. Thinking quickly, Jason shot the chandelier above their heads, dropping it on top of them. Ignoring Cobblepots angry shouts about his expensive decorations, Jason saw the last guy make it up to the stage.

The guy grabbed the Sirens arm to drag him off, but was unable to do so. He looked like he was trying to pull Superman, not a slender twink! Not caring why, Jason knocked the guy out cold with the back of his gun. As the man fell to the ground, Jason looked up to find himself face to face with the Siren. Said singer thanked his hero for the rescue, and rewarded Jason with a kiss!

After that things had become hectic. The police arrived, Cobblepot was still yelling about his chandelier, people were trying to escape the Iceberg Lounge despite the danger having passed. Taking the Siren's advice, Jason decided to bounce. He didn't want to deal with that. Now at home, he was looking in his mirror. He'd kept his helmet on the entire night, he was absolutly sure of it!

So how the fuck did he have a bright red lipstick mark on his face?

[streets-in-paradise]

A Man of Honor - Odysseus x Trojan Princess!Reader

Troy 2004 Oneshot

Requested by @alysinwonderland-at-tea

"Ok ok ok, so..... here's the idea.

Odysseus, with the younger sister of Paris and Hector, like she gets captured because she bought Briesis time to run. She fought off some of the men but couldn't get all of them. Anyway, quite like the movie scene, Agammenon "gives" her to the men to "play with" (throws her to the wolves). But instead of Achilles rescuing her, it's Odysseus. He suggests that hurting her would not be in their best interest because she is the princess of Troy, and if they harm her its gonna be really bad for them. Anyway, the reader falls for him because he's so honorable. Idk man, he seems honorable, and men with honor got me"

Sure, dear!! My twist on the concept is a bit fluffier, but hope you will enjoy it anyways.

Warnings: Kidnap, Agamemnon and Menelaus being creeps, threats and an attempt of sexual assault ( stopped by Odysseus), age gap.

Note: For this i'm pretending he is single, simply because i don't picture Odysseus as a cheater.

Tags: @yerevasunclair

The gathering of the kings celebrating the first greek victory of the war finished abruptly because Agamemnon of Mycenae, supreme commander of the forces, wanted to scold his rebel soldier. Used to act as intermediate between them, Odysseus of Ithaca intended to follow the matter closely. He was the last one leaving the tent, trying to prepare Achilles for the meeting hoping he wouldn't loose his temper again. Sensically suspicious of the situation, he waited outside pretending he cared to talk with the guards of the mycenaean king.

A good amount of them were watching over a girl, likely a spoil from the looting of the temple. Two aspects of that scene got the sharp observational skills of the ithacan king on alert. The first one, knowing that the myrmidon leader would never handle a prisoner of war to a man he often adressed as an old pig. Second, that the escort was too great to watch over her. There were way to many men gathered arround her.

" Don't you all have orders to follow?" He mocked them in a friendly tone. " Just two of you would be enough, she is clearly going nowhere. "

The cleverly delivered callout brought a half smile from her, and in a closer look Odysseus noticed that her eyes were more vivacious than normal for a captive.

There was still fire in her glance, a sign of life.

" The myrmidons warned us to watch out, they say she fought bravely for her freedoom. " One of the mycenaeans informed him. " We brought her for the King, she is the treasure he has choosen."

No flicker of fear in her face as she was hearing her fate, what made Odysseus wonder if she was too brave or completely unaware of the dangers coming at her.

" Two were actually left in charge, the rest are just watching." She commented him. " They won't stop talking about how pretty they find me."

He felt as if he was being invited to share an opinion on the matter, probably being tested by her because she wanted to know if he would hurt her.

" A young slave as beautifull as you must worth more than everything I keep in my tent." He joked in return. " Even if Troy would be sacked tomorrow, like Agamemnon hopes, none of this men would afford to have one like you. They know it, so consider their vulgar admiration a reflection of their powerlessness. "

It wasn't enough to work as comfort, but she didn't mind.

" I don't mind, as long as they won't touch me."

Her pridefullness was out of place, as if she tried to prove she was still weilding some sort of authority she may have had in the past.

" Sadly, I think that's the first thing Agamemnon would want to do." Odysseus informed her, trying to do what he considered was waking her up to the new reality. " ... You were lucky of not being exhibited in front of all the other leaders in the celebration, he likes to brag about his prizes."

The latter comment seemed to have offended her, she even dared to give a few temptative steps in his direction to verbally fight back.

" I'm not a prize, I'm a hostage. " She quickly corrected. " And I'm ready to bargain the terms of my liberation."

The mycenaeans laughed, but Odysseus could tell she was being serious because the fire of her eyes could have burned him alive. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep interrogating her because the men in charge were called to bring her inside.

He watched her following them calmly and couldn't help smiling. Partially, because he wished he could ease such horrible moment for her, but also given how impressed he remained of her attitude. As if she already knew that Agamemnon wanted to see her humilliated, she quickly put together what was left of her honor and dignity walking inside with the grace of a royal.

It was in that moment when the clever king of Ithaca discovered that you, new treasure of the mycenaean king, could be hidding something of importance. After Achilles stormed out of the place he was too angry to acceed any questioning, so his curiosity had to wait a little longer.

During that first encounter you couldn't tell exactly who he was, but you knew he had some sort of authority over men due to how they listened to him. However, his way with words was astonishingly pragmatical. To them, he sounded like a friend making healthy advices before a greater power figure could reprimand them and, to you, like a fair ruler. Never taunting your anger like Achilles did, or threatening you like you later discovered was custom of Agamemnon.

Nightfall was the dealbreaker of your fate, signaled time for the accomplishment of the dark promises he made to you. After having dinner, he would make you give him a bath to later have his way with you. Playing wise with your only advantage to save yourself, you waited untill then to start the negociations.

The king's table had guests, more commanders that you didn't know. When his brother heard that you were the only daughter of King Priam, everything seemed lost. A third leader arrived to hear the very stubborn brothers discuss what would be the most efficient way to make you suffer instead of accepting your more wise proposal of a bargain with your family.

Awareness of his coming silenced their wicked planning, like if they suspected he would have a say against that.

" Odysseus! " Agamemnon saluted him. " Welcome, old friend! "

You recognized the kind man and his friendly smile, paying high that short distraction. The King of Sparta tried to grab you from behind and forcefully sit you on his lap. Reflexes reacted fast and you fought him, but in the scape you accidentally stumbled with the newcomer.

He catched you gently, holding your shoulders so you won't fall.

" Forgive me, ... Odysseus." You inmediately responded, your voice turning slightly sweeter with the pronunciation of his name, then moved away after finding balance. " ... Please, take a seat. I'll get you some roasted meat from King Agamemnon's feast."

He smiled in polite agreement, but the calm enviroment didn't last long.

" GET BACK HERE, TROJAN WHORE!" Menelaus complained, angry because you didn't behaved with the docility he expected. " YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOUR BROTHER DID TO ME! "

You refused to move and swallowed hard, then replied.

" Your wife's choices aren't of my concern, but become more understandable to me with the display of your brutal manners."

Your refined insults amused Agamemnon, who thought that your flamboyant manners were hilarious.

" ... A trojan princess. Can you believe our luck? " He commented to the freshly arrived king. " My brother wants to go first, reparations for his honor. "

Odysseus was frankly horrified by the scene, there was no honor in the sort of justice that Menelaus seeked.

" It's a terrible idea. If you hurt her, this girl could become a symbol even more powerfull than Helen. "

" I told them, but they won't listen. " You interrupted him. " King Menelaus doesn't understand the concept of bargain, perhaps you can explain it to him."

You shouldn't have say that, but the presence of the ithacan made you feel safer as the anger of Menelaus keep growing.

" YOU INSOLENT LITTLE .... "

Odysseus gave him a path on the shoulder right before claiming his sit.

" My friend, calm down! She is just a girl, maybe even young enough to be your daughter. " He minimized your insults for you. " And, unfortunately, she is right. Having her is too riskfull and we can't allow more reckless mistakes. "

You realized he was subtly referencing the fight of Agamemnon and Achilles, what made you stiffle a chuckle in reminder.

" Postpone your vengeance for the right targets. " He concluded, deviating the topic. " You are here to kill Paris, not to take advantage of his little sister. "

The excellently delivered speech was enough to calm him, but not to make him desist.

" Odysseus, you are a good friend, but the use I will give to my brother's slave is not your problem. "

" ... Not yet wed, certainly untouched. " Agamemnon provoked him. " Pretty virgin princess will make for a fine revenge. "

You spat on the ground, a wordless curse, but that only increased the hate of the spartan king.

" I can't wait to taste you ... And tomorrow, I will tell your brother exactly how i had broken you. "

Terrified in the inside, you still won't let him knew it.

" Before you would get to finish bragging the sword of Hector would have already pierced you. " You recalled, as serious as if you would be sentencing him to death. " He wont care about your hurted honor if your sense of justice damages his siblings. He tossed our familiar honor to the sea to save Paris' life once, we are fighting this war because of that. "

Your elocuency was the surprise of the night, the King of Ithaca was very attentive to your words.

" It's true, Paris had no honor proceeding the way he did, but if you force me you give up your right to claim you are the victim here because that's not the justice of an honorable man. " You bravely kept exhorting the spartan king to save yourself. " Your mistreated wife, who not all trojans simpatize with, will win credibility. "

Odysseus began to chuckle, a subtle expression of pride.

" Right again, your highness! " He pointed out. " The ruin of your virtue would unify trojans at the precise moment we are on the edge of loosing Achilles. The Kings should respect you, not even because that would be the action of an honorable man. From the most selfish standpoint, it's still the wisest solution. "

Agamemnon evaluated the advice with disdain. The goal of unifying greeks against a common enemy was an essential part of his plan. Previous attempts of presenting Helen as a victim of kidnap had failed, everyone knew she ran away on her own and the moral approach changed. She was a whore who left her husband, but you were an innocent virgin dragged away from a temple.

A perfect victim, everything in that story highlighted your purity and a direct threat to it could cause a response even more violent than than Paris taking Helen did.

" May you care to suggest us what to do with her then, Odysseus? " He sarcastically critiziced. " Giving her to you, perhaps? I won't fall for your trickery if what you want is fooling me into gifting you a prize that was too fine for Achilles. "

You hide your face using your hair so he won't see your excited reaction to hearing he could want to take you out from that tent.

" Offer her hospitality, show her that we are not savages. " Odysseus simply proposed. " Menelaus should also work on his impersonation of an honorable man wanting his wife back. We are all here claiming to be victims because of him and the control of this narrative gives our army a moral advantage. If he turns Paris into the savior of a frightened Helen escaping the brutality of her husband, this motivation falls apart. An insulted king who demmands justice can't brag revenge forcing himself on the virgin princess captured while she was innocently praying for the salvation of her homeland."

You directed a triumphal smirk to the youngest of the despicable kings, but Odysseus warned you against that with an impercepible glance.

" Do you play any table games, little one? " He asked you right away, resolving for everyone else. " My favorite way of getting to know someone is learning how they think."

You couldn't believe your ears because the kind offer seemed so out of place.

" Table games? After this two were deliverating on who should hurt me first and what would be more painfull, you offer me to play games with you? " You repeated, in disbelief. " You are a strange man, King of Ithaca, ... but quite lovely. "

To your even greater surprise, he even helped the greek servants on settling you a spot where you could be comfortable. The disgusting brothers gave him freedoom of action because they believed he was up to something, a scheme of the kind he often used to save them many times before. They respected his opinions allowing him to treat you kindly so they wouldn't have to do it themselves. Agamemnon suspected he wanted to make you talk for them, but nothing you were saying was of any importance for him.

The trickster king was deceiving them, making them suspect a deeper reason for his comfort of the unlucky, but beautifull princess. To some extent, he was even deceiving himself pretending he would only do it because winning your trust could be usefull, yet you had awakened enough curiosity for it to be a bit personal.

After a while, it became obvious that you enjoyed the company of the smartest leader arround. He was a smoother, more interesting talker than the pigs surrounding you. If you would have been in front of your father's table instead, he would have easily enraptured all the attention of your relatives as he had gained yours. Odysseus ruled a kingdom of poor sailors, but he had travelled everywhere, and he gave you a good moment sharing some of his stories. During the hours he spent there that night, you were able to escape from your sadness even at the moments he wasn't paying direct attention to you.

If that dinner would have taken place in Troy, Paris would have teased you for staring at him for too long while Hector would have scolded you both and warned that significally older man to stay away from you. That was fun to imagine, but you had to remind yourself that he was still your enemy. Perhaps the most dangerous, for how well spoken and handsome he appeared to you. Harder to hate, specially because you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Before leaving to get rest in his own tent, his farewell to you was a kiss on your knuckes that showed he still respected you as a princess. It made you blush furiously, mostly because you thought that kind of consideration was lost to you arround greeks.

Menelaus noticed your reaction and, as his brother accompanied the king outside, let you know of that.

" Turns out you do like older men." He commented, in a falsely cassual tone. " Is that how your brother got my wife to spread her legs for him, or only his looks did the work?"

Everything he said was always so repulsive, you seriously couldn't imagine how Helen managed to stay by his side for so long.

" You are not bad looking, for a man of your age. Neither is your brother ... You are just horrible people. " Was your honest reply. " Paris has seduced married women everywhere, but all the others stayed with their husbands because they gave them reasons. Fear of death was all Helen had with you, and when she lost it, she left. "

The answer surprised him, perhaps because your explanation of what happened resembled nothing he had ever heard.

" You have a strange wisdown, hard to explain in such young girl. I'm hearing you speak so lightly of things I never cared to see. " He oddly praised you, then sipped more of his wine. " When I was a child, our mother cheated on our father with our uncle. Agamemnon, being the eldest, had more awareness of what was happening. Ask him about what Atreus did to the cheaters and you will find out we are not so horrible. "

" Being less horrible than your father is not the great, comforting excuse you think it is. " You warned him in return. " A good man would have came here peacefully, presented his complaint in the city's council, and maybe ask for a private talk with his wife offering her actual reasons that could make her want to go back home. You are an evil man posing as a victim, and your thirst for vengeance will bring your doom. "

Dark chucking interrumpted you, Agamemnon was back inside.

" Nobody told us the princess of Troy was a seer! " He mocked you. " I have another prophecy for you: tomorrow, I will take over your city and my brother will kill yours. "

" You don't know Hector, or how far he can go to protect his family." You insisted one last time. " Your brother is a fool, he will get himself killed trying to kill Paris. "

" Hector is a man of honor. " Menelaus pointed out. " He will understand that Paris had to die."

You directed him a cold look, as if life would have started to abandon him.

" His honor won't protect you from his rage of brother. "

It was the last time you spoke to him, and the last moment you saw him alive. Exactly as you warned, the king perished by the hand of Hector, who saved Paris while he was begging for his life. You never imagined it would happen so fast, because you weren't prophetizing. Knowing your family so well made you suspect it would be a matter of time untill the rage of Menelaus would be forever stopped by your protective eldest brother.

Still, they weren't there to save you from the rage of brother displayed by the mycenaean king. You were all he had to damage Hector, since even the result of the battle turned against him. The only pain he could inflict on him that night was hurting you, but he decided he wasn't going to be the man doing it.

Odysseus noticed your absense on the tent during the gathering of the war council, at first thinking it was due to the needed secrecy that the discussion of strategy required.

" Where is she? "

The answer Agamemnon had for him overpassed any expected cruelty coming from him.

" I gave her to the men ... They need some amusement after today. "

Careless for the thoughts of anyone else on that meeting, he stormed out searching for you. It was clear that the King of Kings wanted to unleash over you a vengeance even worse than the one Menelaus considered before.

More humilliating than warming the bed of a king was becoming the whore of his troops.

Odysseus was guided by the sound of the complict mocks of the very same men who one day before observed you as some unattainable luxury item. Temporally forgetting their looses, they were cheerfully bragging on how they were about to feast on you.

Despite you presented a good fight, they were too many. Their hands roaming you with desperation and trying to tear your clothes off in the process.

" STOP, YOU FOOLS! " The strong voice of the King of Ithaca interrupted the horrible scene. " YOUR KING HAS SENT YOU TO DO HIS VENGEANCE FOR HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT WHOEVER TOUCHES HER WILL BE A DEAD MAN! "

A few of them reacted, but two were still holding you and Odysseus spoke directly to them.

" Do you even know who this woman is? " He warned them. " She is the Princess of Troy! Do you want to be the next ones Hector will slaughter ? LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO US TODAY JUST TO SAVE HIS COWARD BROTHER! He killed Menelaus, he broke the pact ... Imagine what he would do to you for raping his sister. "

They tossed you to the ground, sudden fear making them act as if they would have just heard a deathly curse had spread among them.

When Odysseus picked you up, you had no more tears left to cry. Or at least you believed so, untill you clinged to him as if your life depended on it.

He took you to his small tent in the little corner of the greek camp he ruled. His own men seemed weirded by the sudden arrival, but followed his orders of not disturbing you.

Your spirits were even more broken than your body, and the safety you temporally found in him made it hard for you to separate. He understood it, and craddled you by the fire while silently hearing your sobbing.

" He is a monster. " You were saying between your crying. " He did this to me in honor of his brother. "

He guessed it, and he cursed himself for not thinking ahead of him.

" Honor? There is no honor in any of this." He commented in a comforting tone, caressing the top of your head. " Don't worry, beautifull. You are safe now."

He inmediately regretted to have adressed you in a way that could be very uncomfortable after what you have gone through, despite he didn't mean it in the same way of your attackers.

" I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have ... "

You raised your face so your eyes would find his for the first time since the arrival.

" It's allright, I know. " You calmed him, tears still flowing. " Crazy, isn't it? When you say it I don't feel the danger. "

Softer by the blow, burning slowly, but the fire in your eyes was still there.

" How does it make you feel? "

Despite the pain, you still had a shy smile for him.

" Good, but strange ... I never felt like that before. "

As if you attempted to thank him with the only thing you judged a man would want from you in that hole of doom, you gave him a rushed peck on the lips.

" Thank you for saving me, you are a man of honor. "

Even hurt as you were, he found you beautiful to the point of cruelty. The brush of your soft lips made him tremble, but he replied with a chaste kiss on the top of your forehead.

" No need for rewards, princess. I did what i had to do. "

Noticing that you were finaly calm, he stood up and peeked out of the tent to command orders from its entrance.

" Eurylochus! Get this woman the means for a proper bath, she will wash herself. Send some men to roam the camp and find her decent clothes. She is our temporary guest now. If Agamemnon has something to say about that, tell him I would rather expose us to an argument with him than face the rage of Hector ... Understood? "

By the time his attention was back at you, he discovered you already self tending your wounds with water from a basin and the nearest cloth you found.

" Resourceful girl ... Mind if I help you out? "

[yurnu]

Michael: Yes, Adam was, is and will probably continue to be a dangerous force of nature for souls everywhere

Everyone:

Everyone: But?

Michael, is distracted with watching Adam: Hm?

||🔱🪹 Chimera!Adam🪹🔱||

Michael: He is beautifull.

Adam: *cough the arm of a sinner.*

Michael: Very beautifull ~ *hug Adam*

Everyone: ...

Adán (The helmet): Lol brutal

[yellowbluemoonshine]

Hi,

I see you finished Monster and are quite versed in Johan. Can you help me understand the depth of his character better? I feel like many people miss the point of it. Also I'd like to know why you like him so much.

Oh, there is so much to say about him but i will try to make it short as possible.

Lets Talk About Johan;

First of all, i heard his character as some 'evil' mastermind so i wasnt really interested in his character until i experience the story by myself. I wondered why this series is popular so i decided to give a chance. I tought Johan was like Afo (from Bnha) but he turn out to be a lot like Shigaraki lol.

What makes a character depth is if they are not one-dimensional, that there is a more than how they seem from surface. And Johan fits well since he is mysterious character who is seen as angel, monster, devil, basically anything but human but they end up failing to understand him because if he was so simple, police would've catch him a long time ago.

At the start of series, he seems like your usual dangerous serial killer which fits the psychological thriller theme of story. And one of the best thing in series is his connection with Tenma. A doctor saves his life and this dangerous killer starts to view him as parent figure. A killer who see no worth in life and the doctor who thinks every life is equal, especially saving Johan is the reason he starts to to be able to live his life as a real doctor. Only to learn the child whom he saved turn out to be serial killer.

Tenma feels responsible for this and goes to journey to kill Johan. During this journey, we aldo discover some hints of what made Johan the way he is. The irony is we get the hints and a lot of characters perspective of him, everyone except Johan.

Is his messages about 'the monster inside of him' serious or not? Tenma assumes Johan is enjoying this at first, then he assumes Johan has multiple personality disorder. And later when he talked with other doctor, he assumes Johan is just playing with him because thats what most serial killers do with police. This is interesting because all of those end up being wrong. Johan doesnt enjoy from killing people. Johan doesnt have DID. Johan didnt write those messages to play with them. We know this because we later learn that he is unconciously imitate the fairytale stories he read as child.

Meanwhile, he has fanclub. A lot of murderers admire Johan because they view him as destruction Buddha. Just like others, he is seen as monster but why though? Its not like he is the only killer in the world. And personally, a lot of characters are more 'evil' than him so the thing about Johan is; he treats human life as nothing. Not just other people but also himself. Thats what makes him so scary to everyone. He doesnt even do it out of joy, money, statue. He looks like the devil in human form. He spreads misery to world. (Thats why he burns library when they said "its humanity's treasure" LoL.)

To people, that is scary. When they look at Johan, his eyes, the see someone who has no identity (nameless world). They see someone who treats life like as a game. Which explains why many people are afraid of him.

Some also want to use him, such as they want him to make second Hitler and he is like 'Nope'.

I think the main reason i love Johan is that he is like a magician. He can create a beautifull illusion. He is someone who can touch people's hearths because how well he understands them. Which is why he is seen as angel when people dont know he kills people.

This is also why he can use other killers for himself. He can see their vulnerabilities. Because even a killer is still human and they might need acceptance, to be understood by someone. Johan can give it to them. And they wish they were like Johan because they think everything would be a lot easier for them to kill others, like some kind of edgy teens. They fail to understand the person they want to be is extremely miserable.

On other hand, Johan can use his skills with curing people. Such as him waking Suk's mother, he made her remember her son again. Though he does things with ulterior motives, same skills can be used for good things. He can make people happy or miserable by little things. With a little magic or just skill.

And even though he is villain, he has very relaxing voice. He is very elegant. He listens other people. This fits perfectly well with his manipulative character.

We also never know when he is sincere or not because when you think he doesnt he actually seem to care, such as when he cried for Karl. Apperantly, tears were real. He is always in his world, its so funny when you think about he is some kind of mastermind.

Also his interaction with kids is so interesting. I think he geniuely enjoys being around them. Otherwise, why would he bother to spend time with them, why would he know so much about child's rights, why would he look for picture book for a friend? This is the same guy who encourage kids to rooftop game (and the scene where he was projecting on Milos) which is messed up. It gives me chills. His nihisilism, him viewing life as game end up resulting him expressing love as twisted.

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Later, everything changes when Johan finds certain book in library. Basically, Johan's character doesnt necessarely stay same during the series. He changes his motives from unconciously imitating nameless monster stories to find actual monster who ruined his life. Even though he does messed up things, everything about his character makes sense with that scene. Johan geniuely believed that he is nameless monster. Johan geniuely believed that he doesnt exist.

Everything about him makes sense because it explains why he doesnt think death as much of it. Because if someone doesnt exist, they cant be killed. If someone doesnt exist, they cant be responsible for killings. He is detached from reality. Its not that he didnt feel. Its that he doesnt view it as real the way other people does. Because Johan isnt there. This is the tragedy of Johan's story. He doesnt have name. He doesnt have identity. He feels as he doesnt exist.

The famous 'monster' tape everyone after is about a child unable to see the difference between fairytale story and reality. 'My name is Johan. My name is Thomas. My name is Hans. My name is Otto.' He is them but he is neither of them. Johan views Anna as his half, as Anna is the real one and he is fake copy. He killed people as child, not because he is evil but because he geniuely thought that monster is coming after them. He cant even separate his own memories from Anna's. He takes all bad memories both to protect Anna and other reason is to become someone. He wanted to have identity, he wanted to live so bad but he didnt have on his own so he took it from others, just like the nameless monster.

This is also why Johan is also affected by Tenma's saving him. He probably wondered Tenma wouldnt save him, if he knew he was monster. He was kinda right because Tenma regretted his decision but he was wrong because Tenma couldnt shoot him and he saved him the second time. He showed him that he has right to live, he has right to exist, and that he has a name so he is not monster. This is why Johan can open up his worst insecurities. And they really give father-son energy and i think thats cute. I am glad that even after years Tenma visists him at hospital.

And we can guess what happened at the end thanks to Grimmer (one of the characters who deserves better), 'The monster become human at the end'. and Lunge said that if he were not a human being, he would not leave a trace, only humans leave a trace. For the first time we see Johan leave his mark. So Johan is no longer a monster, just a human. Also, his real name doesnt matter, he is Johan to us/all.

I love the messages of story. There is a monster inside all of us, but we can contain/heal it and after all, we are all human, our lives are equally valuable and stealing a person's name is the biggest crime, so having a name is very important. Story still has certain writing issues but generally, it is good story. Johan is well written character because his story is such a journey. We cant even really appreaciate the story without fully understand Johan. Every scene he is in meaningfull. And personally, i think his story is very empathic because of how tragic he is. Also sometimes he looks so funny and weird which makes him entertaining. He is such a good character.

Though you are right, anon. Many people still misinterpret the story, especially his character but anyway, there are still people who makes great analysis about him. Such as this analysis made by @cyanogoth.

Its ironic that most/some main villains have the most interesting and sempathic backstories, even though they are supposed to be 'big evil' or something but in reality, they are not really.

Anyway, he is fun to think about, i love him, lol.

[shimmershy]

Hello volta ! I wanted to know, how many "volt" do you produce ? ... Yep... I just did that... I Can only pray for my life now..

I miss you're drawing...

I miss you're Frisk cute face

More importantly, i miss you're beautifull Chara...

I miss you...

Hello! To answer your question, I definitely produce a normal and safe amount of volts! That may come as a "shock" because of my name, but it is definitely true! No dangerous high voltage situations here! ^_^

Teehee. Also thank you!! That's very sweet, it's nice to be acknowledged and missed, and I also apologize for the lack of art and activity here in general. I miss drawing Undertale-related stuff myself, especially Chara and Frisk, but there's just been a whole mixture of reasons why I haven't been posting much.

No need to read all of this; I have a feeling I'm going to be rambling a bit, but overall it's just because my interest in Undertale kind of fluctuates and since I was kind of hardcore in an Undertale phase for a few months (or like...a year kinda), it's died down a bit lately. But not to worry; Undertale's always been my main interest, so it's always kinda "there", or comes back eventually.

But ALSO, I've become interested in a lot of other things lately too. And they're aaaall fighting for my attention because I'm like equally interested in all of them and that creates its own problem. Basically I've been having trouble creating stuff at all lately due to being all over the place, but being kind of "no thoughts, head empty" at the same time (brain problems...)

And on top of that, maybe this is too awkward or personal to share, but it's been hard for me to keep track of what's important to me lately, so it's like. I know I want to draw, I know I want art to continue to be my thing, but I don't know what art I want to create. I don't know what kind of passion or project I want to devote my time to, and often it's just been driving me to avoid art altogether. I get overwhelmed because it feels like I don't have enough time to get to all the things I want to do, and it takes me so long to draw simple things, AND my interest in things changes more often than I can keep up with. Should I draw a simple drawing today, because it might be fun, and I could complete it easily, even though the reward will be short lived? Or should I try to work on this larger project again, because it's what I want to work on more and will probably make me feel more satisfied in the long run, even though it might not be fun now? Even though I might lose interest in it tomorrow and the progress will kinda be wasted? OR should I do this completely other thing?

It's just very. Eugh. I think too much. There's so much stuff I want to create, but I guess at this point I'm just going to have to give it time and patience. I've been trying to focus my energy on enjoying other parts of my life instead for now. It kind of helps.

But Undertale is not dead in my heart. Yes it is 2024, but I still have at least two Undertale stories I've wanted to start and just haven't gotten around to yet, so there's that at the very least. I doubt those will leave me alone until I do something with them. Plus I've been drawing Chara and Frisk Undertale for like, 8 years so I'm not going to stop now???? So. Woe. Hopes and Dreams be upon ye. 🎊

[dusk-legion-diplomacy]

"The Curch of Avancyn. Once the principal guardian of all humanity of the four Provinces of Innistrad. With their capital being found in Thraben, in the province of Gavony

Avancyn, the Archangel, was the youngest of all. She was puré, just, kind to the innocent, fierce against the monsters. She have to the Curch, thousand of bleesing and power. From the academies for the archmages, the priestly order and the Cathar. During her guidance, humanity was protected against the predation of werewolf and vampires. The geist knew peace.

But one a carefull night, she was lost. For many years, since he rfight against the demon Griaelbrad, the bendition of the Curch waned. Once again, we became the prey of the monsters.

That was untill Avancyn returned, free from her Holy prison, the Helvault. It was a year of peace and joy. She called for the Three flight of angels.

Goldnight: The soldier and Warriors, who teached the art of war to the Cathar.

Alabaster: The tender of the Blessed Sleep, who guided the death to rest.

Herons: The closest to humanity. While the Alabaster protected the death, they blessed the living.

It was a beautifull time. That was, untill that being, the one called Emrakull arrived at our plane.

Nobody know what happened. Avancyn became mad. She became disgusted by humanity's sins. Soon the Cathars, the Flock of Alabaster and Goldnight followed her in her crusade against the sin of humanity. All of us.

It was due to this madness, that my order renounced their loyalty towards the Curch and Avancyn. Our duty was to protect all of humanity.

The danger was so grave, than even the vampire offered their armies to protect their humans Thrall from the violence of Avancyn.

The Vampire Sorín Markov, alongside two magues, drove her to the capital of Thraben, where he........

Where Avancyn died..........

The Flocks who followe her, were corrupted by Emrakull. Becoming the flock of Nightmares.

Today, onle the flock of Heron remain. Protecting humanity......

----- Gouvle, Monk of the Order.

(The note Is stained by water drops)

I apologize for my earlier misgivings. I understand now. I hope Avacyn is able to find rest, despite everything. May her memory be a blessing.

I also see how the faithful of Innistrad could be fracturing and lost without her, especially if these monstrosities are what followed in wake of her death. It may be advantageous for something like your Order to help establish themselves among the commonfolk. We are nothing without faith.

Besides, it may grant a bit more resistance to those who see you only as prey items rather than their flock to be tended. A more organized effort seems necessary. Though the tumult going through your main church also needs to be reconciled, if it has not already. Hypocritical considering our current situation, I know.

Yours faithfully,

-Pontifex Mavren Fein

[thecunnydiaries]

9th Wednesday

Weather fine: Good breeze Tacking on and off the ice. In the evening Stood along a body of the most dangerous looking packed ice I have seen yet. It appeared as if it had been in a most tremendous gale of wind as it was all thrown up in large hummocks one on another. A most beautifull evening and first watch Standing to the westward. In the first watch Seen two Penguins, they came up only once. A few Peteral Gigantia about and Some Pro Nevia: Several whales spouting throughout the night.

[sayuricorner]

I wondered how Mk and the gang would react to Marinette's story. I think they would be angry about what happened to Marinette.

Yup, they would not be happy at all!

I mean, Marinette had fought dangerous villains since her 13 on her own with other too young heroes, without any kind of adult guidance nor true mentor.

True, MK had go through a lot in LMK but at least Mei and him had adults who helped them and guide them.

And despite all his flaws, Sun Wukong actually acted as a mentor to MK and train him to be able to face his enemis.

But Marinette... Marinette had just be handed her miraculous and had to fight right after and had to go throught a lot physically and mentally without being prepared afterward.

And let's be honest outside of given her informations about the miraculous and a few advices, master Fu didn't give Marinette any kind of training to really help her to face the akumas.

And to learn that on top of that her supposed friends turned their back on her, having more faith in the "beautifull words" of a girl they didn't even know for a long time and that said girl seem determinate to ruin Marinette's life...

Yeah they would be really angry on Marinette's behalf.

But they would not try to get back at those who hurt Marinette, MK and the gang aren't the revenge type, what they would do in priority is to make sure that Marinette is fine!

So after they found out about Marinette's story they would comfort her with comfort blankets and pillows, hugs, relaxing tea, cat therapy and a bowl of noodles.

However, if the gang ever meet Marinette's former classmates and the latters try to mess with her, you can bet that the gang will go stand up for Marinette and protect her!

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[fumikomiyasaki]

22, 20, 11, 35 for the kiss ask

Any ship- :3

Kiss Roulette

(light suggestive themes at times but nothing too explicit so beware)

22. A french Kiss with Tongue

For once he was glad not to cook with his dorm mates but instead to have Amelia by his side helping him with the cupcakes for the next big school event... but even if he did his work well to prepare things and work off the tasks, he couldn't help from looking at her at times... watching her smile and hum as she bring the cookies into form.

Eventually he put his arms around her after she put another plate into the oven.

"A-Aiden?"

"I wanted to thank you for all the help... you make me not as frustrated..."

"Oh I see... I am glad to help." Her soft smile.. he couldn't take it... her sweet voice wrapped around his rough heart at times... he was made believed before that he does not deserve happiness... but now... his happiness stood right before him.

"Amelia... you have something on your lip."

"O-oh let me clean it up-"

Before she could turn around he pulled her closer and softly pressed his lips on hers... sliding his tongue in if to corner out the cookie cream from her... her cheeks grew redder than tomatoes as she felt the wolf linger longer for this kiss.... as he removed his lips she was a nervous mess holding onto his arms from the experience.

"A bit too much?" His voice had a slight tease in his tone as she stuttered.

"I-it was out of knowwhere... but um.. thank you."

"Not really knowwhere... I want to appreciate the one who gives me my hope back. And I will make sure to keep you safe in my embrace... in my presence."

"Aiden."

".... I may not be the greatest with my feelings but... I want you to know that."

She pressed another kiss on his cheek that got him red before holding his hand.

"I w-will protect you too... your heart that is... you don't have to suffer anymore."

"You know that staying around me still will give you hardships."

"I don't care... you g-got me out of my situation I get you out of yours."

His ears twitched, his tail wagged... as his face lit up red... before hugging her close.

"Then we will protect another... my little griffin."

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20. A rough kiss

It was a beautifull starry night... as Chizuko went to her room and waved Carol who previously given her some book recommendations to sort through... he gaze fell upon the sky through her window... somewhat it felt like a shimmer only leading to her room yet a sound of a cawing crow caught her out of it... it wasn't unusual to hear them but... it felt another presence was lurking... surely she wanted to close the window as the bird brain himself dropped by to stop her from it.

"Bonne soirée, mon Amour.~"

"Birds have to keep out, Crow."

"You would just close me out when I went all the way here to see you."

She glared at him seriously... "Yes."

"You wound me Onyx, as usual... but... I do have something that could interest you."

She gritted her teeth in annoyance, letting him into her room. Knowing him he would try to lock pick the window anyways and not shut up till he was in. He dusted off his coat although she did notice some stains on his claws that were off... a bit of red on them... as he got an amulet out of his pocket.

"This one is supposed to be linked to a book story... one I saw you read last time."

"The blood pendulum...are you a moron and did you test it out?"

She pointed to his fingers. "Oh no... this was just... a casualty I had myself to blame for... an unfortunate danger that came up."

He sat down at her bed like he was innocent as she looked at the pendant before placing her on her desk and take his hand to look at it trhough a grip on his wrist. "This could have been dangerous bird brain."

"You should know me by now, danger is normal for me-"

Before he could talk on she pressed both his wrists down.. leaning over him... an angry glare that pierced him... he expected her to yell at him but instead surprisingly he was greated with an impact of a kiss... one where she bit on his lip however.... pressing it strong... that he almost lost his breath... he accepted it yet somewhat she even rougher...

"Onyx, my you could have just-"

"Shut your mouth and listen... be more carefull you idiot... and take this serious for once."

He felt her tug on his clothes and lean on his body... as if to hide her face. "Dead you are worth nothing. Plus you idiot did promise me something... I will kill you myself if you don't take that promise seriously."

His claws slid over her back and pulled her into a closer hug.

"I understand. But at least you could give me one thank you for the effort i did to get it- Ack."

She whacked him over the head... but at least even after that... he felt her lips again... wrapping around his mind... he couldn't get away from her... or refuse her wishes... he just wanted to do anything for her... no matter how bad or good it would be. Entertwining his fingers with hers... he welcomed her bites on him... smiling more genuine.

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11. A kiss on the neck

On that day Keisuke made his way to the Ramshackle dormitory cause Carol invited him over for a little break. Which he welcomed given recently there was more commotion in RSA which made it hard to think and rest. As he arrived at the dorm however she didn't greet him but another dorm member who said she was in her room still... opening the door just a little he noticed her having a controller in her hand... rapidly taping buttons and swifting the joystick... it seemed like she was invested in a rpg right now.

She was so focused she didn't even notice him come in... but he knew she already prepared for a comfy time with that lose shirt over her shoulders and the loose shorts... he peeked over her shoulder for a while not trying to disturb her but as she finished the area he noticed and opportunity... last time she surprised him with a kiss out of knowwhere... might as well return the favour. And so he pressed his lips softly against her neck... not knowing it was the most sensitive spot of her body as she suddenly gasped loudly... growing deep red looking at him... a noise that got him as red too given how it sounded.

"Um...I-I am sorry."

"N-no its fine... you couldn't have known...Its... well..."

She put her hand to the place he kissed pressing her thighs together a bit nervous. As he noticed what she meant he hid his mouth behind his hand even more red. Carol took a deep breath and spoke up.

"Anyways you could have just told me you were here.... that surprised me even more."

"I wanted to return the favour for attacking me last time."

She softened up and chuckled leaning close to hug him and pull him to the pillow fortress she built up behind her. It was comfy... warm... he noticed some snacks on the side she prepared for when he woudl come... as usual prepared for everything.

"True I need to watch out not to do that on you in public as well... especially given Souta. But its hard to resist, I love seeing you blush Kei.~"

He avoided eye contact before pulling her close on his lap looking up at her. Clearing his throat to show her a light smile.

"I like it on you too... but at least now we are at peace."

"Right just you and me." As they looked at anothers eyes and she pressed another kiss on his lips their cheeks stayed rosy for a while... untill Carol grabbed on of the controllers.

"S-so... um you want to play something together?"

"S-sure but... how about later... for now let continue like this. I do need to make up for that attack on you right?"

His mumbling made her heart flutter even more as she pulled her arms around his neck and let the controller rest on the ground again. Kissing his neck back to his surprise.

"I just love that you are here with me. Without any disturbances... but you are right... we can play later... I want to hold you close first."

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35. A kiss against the wall

Usually he wouldn't go out that late at night but... his dorm mates caused him trouble with things they wanted so Louis decided to still go out to town and gather the last few things before the sun set... yet despite that the air in the streets seemed ominous... many looked with a Scoff at him for his fancy clothes and appearance... but he didn't even bat them an eye. He just moved on towards the shop in questions... however eventually a hand tugged him into a dark alley away from the street... and as he wanted to defend himself the face greeting him let him drop his guard.

"Cat- Ah-" She pressed her hand to his mouth as if to tell him not to make any loud noises... As she pointed towards the previous group who started a fight. As if she tried to save him the servant calmed down.

"I could have handled them."

"But aren't you more busy with what you had to do, Louis?"

He looked down a little before giving her a not. "I thank you still for it. But I wonder how did you know... why me?"

"You have a knack for getting into trouble, but I also took a liking to your obedience and the assitance you provided me."

"You do, hm?"

He picked up the bag he dropped before and despite her blindfold somewhat her knew she was raising her eyebrows curious.

"I can't tell if you mess with me or if you are genuine Cat."

"Hmm maybe I should show you.~"

What came next was a surprise to him... to feel her push his arms to the wall.... her lips leaning on his... his back against the wall trying to the pressure of how she pushed him against it... a clear and direct answer he didn't expect.

"I... um..."

"Didn't you want to get your stuff, Servant? We can talk about this another day."

"H-hey wait-"

And off she vanished into darkness... leaving him holding his lips still debating if this was just real or not... his red face didn't vanish as he walked on to the supermarket... his thoughts just grew worse.

[bereft-of-frogs]

a few days of cold and rainy weather unlocked some memories so I have even more recommendations, that are more or less fitting the theme of ocean horror:

The Shallows (2016) - a woman vs angry shark Deep Blue Sea (1999) - people vs angry mutant sharks Dead Calm (1989) - stranded on the sea and the horror is other people Old (2021) - cursed beach The Cave (2005) - cave diving in Romania; no ocean but a lot of action takes place underwater. Guess what type of creatures are living in these Romanian caves. Have I mentioned that it does take place in Romania? Virus (1999) - computer virus from space had taken control of a ship. I only remeber that as a kid I liked it.

a man vs Nature: The Perfect Storm (2000) - drama with the creepiness level zero, but I remember some big scary waves The Guardian (2006) - the only thing I remember about this are big waves All Is Lost (2013) (drama) - one man on a dameged boat vs dangerous ocean. more beautifull than creepy

claustrophobic submarine vibes (WWII dramas/thrillers): U-571 (2000) In Enemy Hands (2004) Below (2002) - I'm not sure if I actually saw this, but this one has 'horror' in description

Classic USSR submarine vs USA submarine (subgenre of the above category, but in more modern times): K-19: The Widowmaker (2002) The Hunt for Red October (1990) (an adaptation of Tom Clancy's novel of the same name) Crimson Tide (1995)

Books: Duma Key by Stephen King (more of a seaside horror than ocean horror) Icebound by Dean Koontz (I have zero memory of what exactly was the plot, but description on wiki seems to fit the theme)

and this post and this one, and this music video, and this video

And from my 'to watch later' list: Breaking Surface 2020, The Beach House 2019, Extortion 2017, The Boat 2018, Triangle 2009, Harpoon 2019, Abandoned 2015. Deepwater Horizon 2016, The Ice Road 2021, Against the Sun 2014, The Finest Hours 2016, The Last Voyage of Demeter 2023. Pressure 2015. Adrift 2018, In the Heart of the Sea 2015. Nordsjøen 2021. Pionér 2013, Deep Rising 1998. The Reef 2010, DeepStar Six 1989, Shark Bait 2022, Mary 2019, Sweetheart 2019

This list is. Amazing. Thank you so much. Definitely some that had been on my list but a lot of others I hadn’t yet come across! I ended up watching The Cave this weekend while knitting.

Also really hoping to get to the theater to check out The Last Voyage of the Demeter!

[theddude]

Lately i cannot sleep, at all, im exhausted, so mentally exhausted my brain isnt working anymore.... I dont know how you do it but i think you have the same?... how do you attend al the things you do with your partner when you as numb as i... you are doing your best i think, i know you do,... but how much a mask can cope?... ive got masks now as well... put them on while im with family or not alone, it drains me from energy... every brief moment im alone the mask slides of, and i have tears in my eyes and my mouth is sobbing, because all of those moments I can think with emotion about you...

I gett questions a lot, 'are you okay' 'you are not here, are you alright', ' do we need to get you help'... no, no and probably yes.... my only help would be Miss C back in my life,...its love,... its deep love, ifs unbelieveble deep love, its true love...

Beginning as colleagues into friends, into best friends, into lovers, into soul mates...what else do you want more...

Do you remember before I trueley knew you, I was at your reception, there was a game, about you and your partner, about who drives the best, I put my sign up for you,... all of your family looked at me... like.. huh howcome... I wasnt making a mistake, I did it on purpose,... because back then I already knew you need more love than meets the eye.... I couldnt hugg you then, I only had deep interest for you, and knew the person who was you with back then was never going to be able to give that all you needed,... you looked to me like suchs a wonderful person, who deserves so much more love, and shedding of all your masks.... some people can see through your masks, i believe(and understood) that i could....

Would it not be easier to live with someone without a mask? I believe it would,.. I could also see the mask you dad was wearing,... al the time... seems so exhausting too,.... i wish you didnt chose for a life in love with masks, but together with me without masks...everybody has masks, but should not need them around their partners...

You are not your Dad(or mom), you are not as good as your latest hickup, No you are You! And you are not valued by what you did, but by who you are,... AND YOU ARE FUCKING AMAZING!,...you deserve the atmost repect and love, and not only love when the other wants it,... no, love when you want it and need it, that means love for you, cuddling, hugging, kissing, caring, caressing, talking, pouring emotions, listening, listening, holding you, consoling you, holding you,...

You need more than a manchild... hope you know that,... its dangerous,...

I'd love to marry you, and spend my life together with you, if you are ready for kids, then we have kids if you want ofc, if you want more pets, we gett more pets, you and i can be so happy!

Do you remember you bought your first satisfyer together with me? I do, you where so nervous, but you did it! We used it often, loved you playing with it, I dont see love purely as penetration, it is love for and with each other, pleasing you was always so much fun,.. for instance, loved all the times when my dick was out and you directly started stroking it, i knew you loved me stroking you to, on your lips, nipples, neck, mouth, arms, legs, butt, thighs,...

I remember you playing with your satisfyer and you asking me to put my dick in you, and then fuck you while you came with the satisfyer, it was suchs a good feeling!

Or like last time, you on your belly in bed, im stroking and fingering you, and you jerking me off, we both came, we both creamed, we both had awesome sounds doing that,... that was our love too....

While im typing this, thinking about you, ofc i gett a huge boner, and you know, i always gett, no matter how down i am or how much pads i see in the underwear or dots on your face,...i always gett a boner for you, because it is all so beautifull! I see passed the marks and scars and stuff, I see your eyes, your smile, your magnificent body!

Even now, sad because you are not here with me, sad because of the distance, sad of the things that happened,... I still can close my eyes in tears, and while stroking my boner, imagine you in front of me, or naked in bed, or naked on the couch, getting ready to sit on top of my, slowely riding me, and harder and harder and faster and faster, im holding your tits, kissing you if we can, im biting your nipples, grabbing your ass, ...or in bed when you liked it rough, me pulling your hair, riding you hard....so much fun, so much love!

I miss you love, with every fiber in my mind and body, im certain we belong together, I think you know that to,... love you beauty, ... i dont know where you are,.but you can always come home to me...

Your true love,

Patrick

[streets-in-paradise]

From the Deepness of the Sea - Hector x Siren!Reader

Requested by @alysinwonderland-at-tea

" Excellent, so here's the idea, Hector x mermaid reader, she's captured in a fishing net and several sailors are poking at her and arguing about killing her, Hector saves her, cleans her wounds, bonus if she's like Serena from PotC and has legs out of water. Maybe some smut too, just Hector being so gentle with her. "

Warnings: Mixed lore for the mythical creatures to fit the specifications on the request. Since I don't remember mermaids existing in greek mythology, i'm calling them sirens to make it feel more accurate with the time period. I know those were actually bird women, but here they will look like mermaids. For the romance plot to work, i kept only the esense of the siren lore.

Summary: Greek legends land on trojan shore and the dangerous omen they bring forces the need for an exploration. Prince Hector gets on board with a crew of warriors and sailors in order to investigate, followed by his younger brother inspired by mythical curiosity.

When the tales turn out to be true, the battle for suvival ends with the reckless taking of a hostage. Refusing to engage in pointless vengeances, the trojan leader opts for a peacefull resolution taking the dangerous creature under his protection. Despite he believes to be discovering a human resembling side on the siren, his own humanity ends up fascinating her.

Note: The intro scene is inspired in POTC, as the request suggested, and in this painting . I know there was more plot specified in the request, but since this one got too long I will do the rest on a continuation.

Heroic expeditions weren't a typical point of encounter for the Princes of Troy, but each one found partícular reasons to participate together in one. Rumours among sailors and fishermen warned about the possibly for a very dangerous plague to start infesting trojan sea. Normally, that sort of investigation would be delegated to a tripulation of trustfull warriors on board in one of the king's ships. Still, Hector insisted on leading it because he wanted to show he was as willing to risk his life for his men as they would do for him. In contrast, his younger brother expressed an unusual enthusiasm on joining adventures due to the particular characteristics that one presented.

The men were speaking of sirens, matter that required confirmation before it could start becoming a serious threat claiming many lives. While his brother was approaching the topic from a serious perspective, Paris wanted to see the legends come to life.

" It's said they are beautifull beyond the wildest dreams of a mortal man. " He was repeating to him as he looked at the sea with a dreamy expression. " And some believe it's possible to reason with them, so I'll be seeking to become the first prince in history to win the affections of a siren. "

Hector stiffled a chuckle and looked at him with justified skepticism.

" You will be the first prince being devoured by a half fish lady. There are límits for your charm, brother, and this is one you shouldn't cross. I allowed you on board only to not dissapoint our father, but I won't encourage your recklessness. "

He grabbed him softly by the shoulder, seeking his attention to provide a wise advice.

" Paris, if the rumours are true … This creatures feed on the hope in your desire, call yourself luckly of surviving a close encounter and don't expect to brag for anything else. "

Nothing seemed to break his spirits, not even the most bassic common sense. However, Paris had a deeper reason to expose himself like that and he decided to share it only with his brother.

" I'll chaze the posibility. I'm not a great warrior, I will never be a mighty king, but i trust in my beauty and charm. The kiss of the siren is my only chance to do a feat poets would sing about in years to come. "

Hector smiled, softened by the relatively honorable motivation, yet incapable of not scolding him for it.

" Only fools face death for glory, we are here to protect our country. "

For hours they awaited, as if they were mere fishermen on their boat hoping for the bait to work, but nothing seemed to happen. Frustration started to expand among the ship crew and Paris started singing out of boredoom.

He sang of love, expressing his hopefull desire. In his voice there was the sweet seduction he would have for a lover in his bed. It was apparently a vain attempt of calling the mythical beauties, so when his song ended with no evident result most of his companions started laughing.

It didn't last long, Hector had to warn them of an outside presence smiling at them from afar. A beautifull woman had emerged from the deepness of the sea and she was looking at them with curiosity.

Fear took over the men, paired thightly with an irresistible fascination. Only Paris managed to confidently smirk back, then hesitantly approached to the edge of the ship's deck rigth in between the rowing benches and the eye.

" So the legends are true. " He spoke to himself, indirectly adressing her in his smoothest tone. " I've been told that your kind is capable of understandment. May you indulge me with a proper conversation, fair maid? "

She giggled lightly to his flamboyant speech, splashing sounds of her moving tail making her seem invested on his praising manners.

The rowers lost their positions observing her jumping towards him, easy task given the relatively flat dimmension of the ship conceived for speed.

Supporting herself on the wood of its edge, she kept charming the prince.

" Are you the one who sings? That was beautifull. "

Her human half, a splendid woman of naked torso, was fully exposed to all of them and many others were one with Paris's amazement.

" Not as much as you, my divine friend. " He sweetly replied. " I feel striken by Eros while simply looking at you. "

Visually feasting on her beauty, none of his companions dared to interrupt untill Hector called everybody out.

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU FOOLS? YOU ARE MEN OF TROY, BEHAVE AS SUCH!! "

Most of the men managed to react, shamed by his words, but Paris had to be dragged away.

" Let me have this, Hector! " He started complaining. " I'M NOT LIKE YOU, HER KISS COULD BE THE ONLY GLORY I WILL EVER REACH!! "

His brother responded holding him tighter.

" Paris, you will get yourself killed. "

" How is it ANY DIFFERENT from what you do in war? " The young man defended his point with unusual wisdown. " When you leave for battle, you could also get killed and I have never restrained you from that danger against your will."

His little brother had never spoke to him like that, so it was most likely for him that siren had poisoned his mind already.

" There is no honor in dying like this!!! "

His protest became more agressive.

" I HAVE TO TRY, LET ME GO!!!! "

The bewitching sea lady wasn't importunated by the pittyfull scene interrupting her.

" … Paris. Is that your name? Sounds as beautifull as you, the most handsome man I have ever seen. "

She began to sing, affecting everyone else's will of resistance. Hector himself became entranced and the strenght of his arms began to fade, allowing Paris to escape him.

The young prince rushed towards her. When the closeness became enough, she started caressing the sides of his face. Guided down by her hands, he was dangerously close to jump from the ship near the end of her song.

As if the posible inminent death of his brother would have awakened a primal instinct in him, Hector regained self control for an instant brief enough to save his life by pulling him in the opposite direction.

Two of the warriors on board followed, rushing into battle against her. Suddenly, a small yet dangerous squad showed themselves at the surface to protect the hurted sister.

Trojans fought braverly for the control of their ship, but salvation wasn't enough. The men wanted revenge and as the creatures started to retreat some of them threw fishing nets hoping to catch one alive.

They got you among the last lines attempting to leave. Sounds of mockery and sharp blades were waiting you with frenetic excitement, but their leader stopped the carnage.

" THAT'S ENOUGH! I will not tolerate cruelty, our ríght call for arms ended when the enemy retreated … Are you blind to the clear evidence exposed to us? Greek sailors must have learned to avoid their island, so the sirens are adventuring away for their own survival. If we damage her, her angry sisters will find a new home near our shores and Troy will not survive that. Trade will colapse and our brothers will be devoured one by one. "

Still shocked by the near death experience, Paris had witnessed the episode as he tried to recover and only then began to overcome his self preservative absortion.

" The risk was greater for me, yet I'm not seeking any revenge. "

The men restraining you abandoned their positions and at the very same instant you stopped struggling, it was reveiled to them that you started looking like a regular girl.

No fishtail, and in its place, a pair of beautifull legs of skin as smooth looking as the rest of your body.

In Hector's eyes, you appeared like a frightened naked girl surrounded of men seeking to harm her and whose only partially accomplished crime was trying to defend her sister.

He gave you a cloak to cover yourself. The concept of shame índuced by nudity was foreign to your kind, but you accepted to cover with it understanding it was a well intentioned gesture on his part.

You began to observe him with curiosity, but not of the predatory kind that your sister utilized against his brother a while before. It came from genuine amazement product of the first selfless act of kindness a human man had ever showed you. For any other, finding you in such weak state would have been a great temptation, an oportunity to prey on you. There was no glimpse of hidden lust in his actions, but pure will to help.

His eyes were dark, but his glance inspired an inviting warm that was tempting for you. When you clinged to him, you discovered that his body was able to provide an ever greater heat.

" Should I trust your embrace? " Hector asked you. " I'm not going to hurt you, so I hope you will return the courtesy. "

You looked at his face almost with the same awe an unlucky sailor would have shown for you.

" … You are different, … the song. It didn't take over you, not completely. No one ever … "

Hector understood and shared your confussion.

" The impulse of protecting my family must be stronger than we thought, I guess. My concience didn't last long, I only rushed to save my brother from your sister. He is a good lad, but your hunting methods enhace his weaknesses. "

You looked down, in evidence of your guilts.

" Foundation stories everywhere start with starving people moving away in search for food. " He recalled, referencing his theory. " … That doesn't mean I will let you roam my territory and freely slaughter my kind. "

The warning made you push the cloak a little tighter against your body, as if the coverage was a nervous call for self preservation.

"We have seen you command brave men, and we paid a great price for that discoverment. "

Hector cleared his throat and proceeded to speak as he would when doing a political bargain.

" I will look after you, but I must also make you aware you are free to leave whenever you consider it necesary. Yet, I need you to tell your sisters that our defensive response wasn't an act of war. "

He gazed deep into your eyes with honest seriousness, emphasizing his point.

" As long as you never again try to feed on a trojan, we will not chase you … Understood? "

You nodded in agreement and he showed you a polite smile. In that non verbal agreement he found encouragement to start proving you he was going to stick to his word.

The men that untill quite recently were up to harm you were then sent to improvise a confortable spot were Hector reclined you to start searching for wounds in need of tending. With caring touch he took care of you, focusing allways on your healing and not in perceiving your forms.

As his hands comforted your body, Hector also distracted you with his conversation. His cassual way to approach topics made you feel good with him, since it was clear he wasn't speaking to impress you. Normally, men would only speak to you as something they wanted for themselves and you would go along with it. When the trojan prince asked your name, you realized that you didn't remember any other before caring to know it.

He was treating you like if you were some normal girl, maybe a foreign princess visiting his country that he had to entertain.

Ríght as he was finishing to patch you up, he started rambling about the horses in his stables. Not as a royal bragging wealth, but as a humble man telling you of things he loved.

" Have you ever saw horses before? Forgive me, i forgot to ask. Since you appear capable of leaving water I assumed you may have mixed yourself in human populations and can understand what i'm saying. "

His sudden apology midway into it made you understand he actually cared for your perspective.

" I do, just never got too close to one. "

You flinched due to the burning ich after the last cut in your abdomen was cleaneased with wine to stop an infection.

Hector kept talking to you so you won't focus on the pain.

" Well, us trojans are the world's best horse breeders. People come from every corner to buy from us. Except for King Agamemnon of Mycenae, and i'm sure he is very upset because we are keeping him blocked for repeatedly attempting to conquer us. We are the last free kingdom stopping him from getting control of the sea. He wants our trade routes and our strategical position on land upsets greek ships. Troy is the gate to the heart of Asia and we keep it safe from them. "

He carefully caressed the wound with his fingertips, applying whatever calming drugs he could find in the emergency reserve on the ship.

Pure softness, respect and care that wouldn't stop amazing you.

" They are not like you. They take, is all they know. They don't protect, they don't care … They take, so we take from them. They have learn to avoid us, so we had to start searching for them."

In your criptic speech, you were trying to explain him that your usual prey were greek pirates seeking for gold and women, predators of the sea stumbling with your island on their way to other shores for looting.

Hector understood you were trying to flatter him as well, and attempted to avoid it.

" In all my life, I have never came across someone who has never rode a horse. "

He made you laugh.

" That should be the less strange fact about me."

You were probably ríght, but he had something else to say.

" I don't care about the rest, or at least I don't have to if you promise to never hurt my people ever again. "

Your left hand started caressing the back of his neck and your ríght one toyed with his chin, thumb tracing his bottom lip. His brown eyes followed the sudden, but soft movement.

He was shocked, but the intensity of your glance distracted him enough for you to crash your lips against his. Although receptive, he didn't allow himself to be responsive ríght away.

The crew was observing and someone pressed a hand over Paris' mouth before any commentary could interrupt the kiss.

As soon as you released him, Hector turned to face them.

" We have closed a deal, no harm will reach Troy. "

[siryouarebeingmocked]

If you leave the cart where you discharged it, and so do everyone else, the supermarket have to employ a person just to return the empty carts to the enterance. You can create a literal workplace by do nothing, or, like not doing a thing!

Leaving grocery carts in the parking lot is a literal danger to people. They roll around and cause accidents.

It’s very similar to the littering. If you live in a tourist destination, you can just create workplaces by littering because the owners can’t let the beautifull streets flooded with trash so streetcleaners must be employed

Littering is literally a health hazard. It attracts animals that feed on it, like rats.

Lazy people are not Zorg.

>Also, that bit about littering in a tourist destination pisses me off since I live in one. Nobody likes having to clean up other's messes. It takes time away from better things to do.

Not only did I grow up in one, but I lived near an empty lot, that I walked by every day on the way to work. People always left their trash there.

We also had a rat problem.

Seriously, every single time I’m offloading groceries into my car, I recall that fucking shopping cart 4chan post, and every time I go out of my way to put the shopping cart back.

It’s like, “yes, I am not a savage animal, I can do this” and it’s been like this for over a year.

God damn.

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[libidomechanica]

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