#despair division

[annas-anya]

In the Marigold field

[aghw18]

Not even in his dream--

[despairforme]

Okay, but why the fuck isn't he being prioritized?

[strawberry-seal77]

the fall of beacon was so so so cool ! THE REVEAL OF VELVETS SEMBLANCE WAS AMAZING TOOOOO AGHHH.

[happyendingsong]

watching the kickoff show first and um why is there a 25man rumble match on this card and not becky vs trish.

[memwazz]

MASTERPOST - Short summaries of all my Original Stories and links to their own dedicated Masterposts

SEVEN : DIVISION UNITED

This story is the one I currently focus on.

It follows the Seventh Division, a dysfunctional superheroes team protecting a fictive, slightly futuristic version of the USA ruled by a martial law. Most of the plot revolves around them and the teenage MC Erwan fighting different antagonists with or without special abilities, while trying to handle their chaotic daily life together.

Created circa 2019.

B-CLASS

B-Class is the only project I've completed so far, taking the form of two French novels and their spin-off.

The setting is a contemporary dystopia with a cast system discriminating and exploiting a group of people called the "B-Class". The main character Icare is a privileged journalist from the A who will change its viewpoint on oppression after falling in love with his own domestic slave Riùn. Then comes Abys the ACAB Boy and they all start a revolution 🔥

Very very queer and politic.

Created circa 2017 and completed in March 2018.

[B-CLASS Related] POUR UN RAYON DE SOLEIL

The spin-off I mentioned above focuses on Icare's past relationship with Ryse, a major antagonist in B-Class.

They used to date 5 years before the story and PURS explains how Icare became depressed and suic!d@l after a whole year of abuse.

Created and completed between November and July 2018.

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

This one has a special place in my heart since it's the first story I've ever created back in middle-school. Many things changed in 10 years but it still tells the journey of Daniil who rebels against and has to run away from his former boss.

At the beginning, Daniil works as a bodyguard for an important member of a criminal organization; but he loses his temper and tries to unalive him when he discovers Akito murd€red his late girlfriend 3 years before. And then they both chase and try to k!ll each other 🤷

May include shit like war flashbacks and Japanese mafia idk

Created circa 2012.

DE A à Z

Zephyr and Adriel are two angels who've lived as a couple in Heaven for thousands of years.

But when Babel, an artificial angel, is created by humans and sent to Heaven to communicate with God, everything collapses. Babel manages to kill God and takes Their place to impose his vision of right and wrong, influenced by the humans' misinterpretation of the Bible. From then on, all romantic and sexual relationships are forbidden, forcing the couple to hide.

When Babel discovers Adriel's love letters, he is kicked out of Heaven and has to find allies on Earth to overthrow Babel and get his lover back.

Created circa 2019.

42

42 tells the story of Mat, a young woman searching for Sara, her little sister who disappeared years ago. Her investigations lead her to "Number 42", a man who just escaped from a lab experimenting on humans. Since Mat's sister seems to be prisoner from the lab as well, the two of them helped by the amoral Director's oldest son, will try to save Sara and 42 himself.

Created circa 2015.

MINIUM Part. 1

This one is pure heroic fantasy; its universe and lore are my most extended so far.

Gailin, the adoptive son of Kel'Daran's king, passed a deal with him and has to save Kel'Daran from the Selv, an humanoid species invading the Kingdom. A mystic prophecy tells the war can't be won without a half-blooded Selv with mysterious powers.

Due to coincidences and quiproquos, Gailin is manipulated by Aldanys, a teenage thief who pretends she's the Chosen One.

Created circa 2015.

MINIUM Part. 2

According to my writing plan, Minium is supposed to have a second part taking place 5 years after the first one.

After Gailin killed his father/king at the end of Minium 1, he is exiled and his mentor Edelia takes Kel'Daran's throne. When a new war is suddenly started against the kingdom, Edelia realises someone she thought had died wants her dead too.

On the other side of the plot, another protagonist named Lavaan predicts a major antagonist's return through weird prophetic dreams.

Created circa 2017.

[Minium Related] ST-ANRIEL

In Minium, Gailin and elves his kind believe in an entity named Altea and the Gods they gave birth to.

The Anriel is the equivalence of their Holy Bible and tells the story of the Gods and how the world was built from the beginning to the end. It takes the form of an anthology of poems and prayers.

Created circa 2017.

[MINIUM Related] JADE ET MOI

Another Minium spin-off, focusing this time on Osvald's coming out and transition as a trans man. The story takes place on sea as "Jade"/Osvald starts his journey as a pirate after running away from home.

Created circa 2018.

[MINIUM Related] GOLDEN-EYED BEAST

GEB is a Minium spin-off telling the backstory of Lavaan, a 12 years old protagonist. Born with a golden eye in a village who fears this feature after a terrible incident with a cruel golden-eyed enemy, he is treated as an outcast since his childhood.

His life changes when Kalras, a mysterious elf with black magic, destroys his village and murders everyone. Being the only survivor, Lavaan is made prisoner and tortured by Kalras but develops a Stockholm Syndrom and falls in love with him.

From then on, Kalras who turns out to be a cult leader, uses him as a slave a pet in a toxic relationship.

Created circa 2017.

[MINIUM Related] LA SAISON DES BOURGEONS

In Minium, Edelia has a little brother named Veidin who cursed himself to save her as a child. The curse caused him chronic pain, blood, heart and bones fragility and he's doomed to a very short life expectancy.

LSDB tells his love story with Jyëlven, another young man who was cursed and has flowers and thorns growing out of his skin.

Created circa 2017.

[MINIUM Related] THE WARMTH OF OUR COLD LANDS

Just like for the Anriel, Genkhìs will have their own religious texts written.

Inspired by vikings, the people of Genkhàr honour Gods similar to Scandinavians. Each one represents a value, the most worshipped one being Ero, God of Bravery.

Created circa 2017.

ODE TO ODD

My first and only story ever to look like a shonen anime lol--

One of the main characters Naemi is a highschooler with anxiety who just wants to live an ordinary and peaceful life.

But her goth and spiritism-obsessed best friend Sayaka accidentally summons Evelgard, a young necromancer in her living-room. Evelgard decides to befriend her and live in her closet, while trying to open a portal to the World of the Dead to save his late sister's soul. The two girls discover a whole new world after meeting necromancers, exorcists, witches and demons.

Created circa 2016.

SACRED DUST

Another heroic fantasy setting, but this universe is different from Minium's !

In this story, each kingdom worships a God-dess supposed to grant it their protection. When Lidala, the Goddess of Telaman, is murdered by a rival God, she turns to dust and leaves a devastated kingdom behind.

Fortunately, one of her ashes gives birth to a child, Saljän, who soon has to become the priest of Telaman. Aged 16, Saljän hates his responsibilities so much he finally runaways and travels around the world with a little demon named Orgos. Their goal is to gather all the Sacred Dusts to resurrect Lidala before it's too late.

Created circa 2016.

BAD ROMANCE

How to define Bad Romance without telling it's my most fucked-up story ? You can't. The two main characters are such assholes I can't name a protagonist, they're both antagonists.

Derek, a criminal, gangster and drug abuser, kidnaps Jay who sent him to jail 8 years before the story. He aims at mistreating him enough for Jay to kill himself, but he soon discovers that this guy who seems to live an ordinary and boring life is as much of a sociopath as him.

They start making each other's life hell then become addicted to each other, fuck, engage in a toxic relationship and even create a gang together at the end of the plot.

Created circa 2017.

LE ROYAUME DE GAHS

My first attempt to deal with astronomy eventhough I don't understand anything about it-

The story takes place in the sky and is about two stars and their father trying to discover why the Cosmic God decided to kill/destroy all the stars. Meanwhile, there seems to be a perturbation in the cosmos and some shooting stars start turning evil for no apparent reason...

Created circa 2024.

WE ARE THE WILD

The Lion King but with wolves, mixed with Prince of Persia and the COVID-19 pandemic before it existed--

The plot follows Sôkah, a 15 years old werewolf and the son of the Alpha, who's accused of murdering his big brother. The responsible is actually Akbar, his father's counselor who evicted the two sons to take his place when he dies.

Sôkah is banished from the pack and wandering in the forest, discovers the human world. Most humans are dying from a deadly virus nicknamed "white plague", and Sôkah gets rescued by the cousins Ludwig and Weiss. Weiss is a scientist who tries to find a cure to save Ludwig who caught the white plague, and soon discovers werewolves are immune to the disease...

Created circa 2018.

STAR-716

This story's plot is not very developed and I don't know much what will happen through it. But it's once again about someone looking for a missing family member, a mother this time.

Sacha is 13 and grew up in a circus, his mother being a dancer there. But she disappeared a year before (probably after a kidnapping) and Sacha doesn't know where to start his researches. He will be helped by Novak, an irresponsible sex-worker and hopeless romantic who fell in desperate love with the mother after sleeping with her once.

Created circa 2016.

DIMENSION OF DESPAIR

Are you surprised if I tell you this one is about another dimension ? No ?

Well, the MC Megane is a single mother who works hard to raise her 4 years old alone. One day, she wakes up in an unknown dimension ruled by Master, a mysterious person with psychic powers who created the dimension with their own mind.

Turns out it's actually a "harem" where Master gathers people and things he loves or wants. Megane will look for a way to escape and save a little girl named Kadd as well as Zoé, Master's "favorite".

Created circa 2018.

UNTIL SEPTEMBER

A more simple and less fucked-up story, I swear !!

Some sort of teenage literature, Until September focused around Nero, who's having hard times as a bullied 9th grader and discovers he has water powers. From then on, he befriends the other elementaries and has to deal with Hilda, the air elementary who wants to sacrifice all the children to create a Philosopher's Stone.

Created circa 2021.

SCARECREW

Another under-developed lore !

It's a basic apocalyptic/zombie novel with a disease turning all the adults into monsters. A bunch of pre-teens who survived and don't even know each other decide to fight together against the threat and to rebuild their own world.

Created circa 2020.

VIC'TEAM

Mostly shitpost, I don't want to turn it into a novel but more like a bunch of comic strips.

It follows the daily life adventures of highschoolers with teenagers problems like love, exams and family with a comedic tone. The MC's main problem is to be named Volvic (nicknamed Vic) and there are a lot of jokes about it, as well as absurd humor.

Created circa 2016-17.

Undeveloped shit with OCs waiting for their twisted up plot

Yeah, I love creating OCs and some of them have a background and design but no story for the moment. I'll just put them here and share random facts about them.

[PERSONAL DAILY LIFE SHITPOST] The ABSOLUTELY UNCHILLING Adventures of a Smol Angry Emo Birb

The parenthesis speaks for itself, I'll gather a few billets or illustrated jokes about funny things happening in my life.

[booksinmythorax]

Some tips from a librarian for today and the future:

Go to the library. Get a card. Borrow things. Buying books is neat, but the books the fascists want to ban are still there, on the shelf, at your local library, and if they aren't, you can request them. While book bans can happen and are happening in public libraries, the vast majority of "successful" challenges are happening in school libraries. You can still get books from your public library, and getting the books from the library tells your library they should keep them on the shelf. Borrowing anything, walking in the door, and/or attending programs all help get your library more funding. Fighting censorship in this way is effective and costs you $0.

Pay attention to local government. Read your local newspaper, or the local-est paper you can find. (You wanna know who can probably help you read your local paper for free? Your local library.) Look up your representatives in your state and local governments, not just federal. Read their biographies online. Find out what they stand for.

When something divisive is happening in your local community (a book ban, a school board ruling on bathrooms or sports, a change in curriculum), show up. No, literally. Show up to the school board meeting, the library board meeting, the county commission meeting. If you can't show up, make a phone call. If you can't make a phone call, write an email. Your voice has the most effect on the local and state level.

Now, counterintuitively, is a really good time to get to know your neighbors. Do not self isolate out of suspicion. We are stronger together. If you need suggestions for ways to get to know those neighbors, your local library probably has groups you can join, or will start them if you ask nicely and promise to show up. Hand to the gods, a once-monthly book club or gardening club or crochet circle might be your difference between total despair and feeling maybe pretty okay.

Only talk about your personal identities and experiences if you think you will be physically safe doing so. Consider limiting your social media posting. Buy a paper diary. Talk to people in person or via secure direct message if you really want to grow relationships and make an impact. Educating others is great and important. It's also most effective when you have an existing personal relationship with the person involved in the conversation with you. Consider starting new accounts without your face or name if you choose to continue using social media.

Avoid talking about others' personal identities and experiences, particularly without their consent. Your friends, family members, children, and partners are not tools you should use to win an argument. Point to the lives of writers, activists, educators, and artists who are out if you need an illustrative example in a teaching moment with someone you know. Others' religious beliefs, immigration statuses, queer identities, and pregnancy statuses are nobody's fucking business but their own, unless they choose to tell others for their own reasons.

[mesetacadre]

107 years ago today an organized group of workers in the Russian Empire decided they had had enough of war, misery, the oppression of women, and of a corrupt democracy that had promised much and changed nothing, the Tsar still in his palaces, the workers still giving their life for a cause foreign to the working class of Europe and the world. Most bolsheviks were industrial workers, with an insufficient formal education, precarious salaries and conditions. The working class in the Russian Empire had tried liberal democracy, had seen its hipocrisy in the months following the election of the provisional government, and understood their historic goal of progressing further beyond the democracy of the landowner, businessman and aristocrat. It wasn't the first time the proletariat had attempted to take power, both worldwide and in the Russian Empire, but this time they were ready, educated, an organized enough.

The armies of 14 imperialist powers combined could not stop the will of a mass of workers that had realized their worth, their potential, and most importantly, their dignity. They no longer had to bow down to paternalism, electoralism, and the capitalists to whom they sold their labor, no armed intervention, no amount of propaganda, no adventurist distraction, could take away from that fact. This isn't a fantasy, it isn't idealistic, it's a historical fact, that revolutions are possible, have happened, succeeded, and that the opportunity presents itself sooner than most expect. The only task at hand is to organize towards it. Agitation, education, an actual dual power structure predicated on a unified will, not on voluntarism and horizontalism.

I understand the topic at hand for the last 2 days and many more to come will be the results of the US election. But the US is not the only liberal democracy that increasingly creates disappointment among the social majority. After all the posting about the various liberals that make up the US electoral environment, it is imperious that nobody falls into despair. Not in a self-care way, not in the way most left-liberals have been talking about, referring to an abstract sense of "preparing", but because of the simple necessity for this election to further erode any popular faith in reformism, whether it's Trump's reforms, Harris' reforms, Bernie's reforms, or Stein's reforms. Wallowing in despair is as useful as placing yet more stake into whoever is wheeled out next to promise even less, in what will most certainly be also called the most important elections of our lifetimes.

Return to the working class of the Russian Empire, of a fractured and hungry China, to the colony of Indochina, to the plantation island that was Cuba. And I urge you to exercise some perspective. These masses of people had suffered more than you for longer than you. Nobody's asking you to feel guilty about your economic position in the world, we're asking you to realize that, for as long as there have been modes of production predicated on the exploitation, division and discrimination of a producing class, there have always been options, better options than sinking into despondent depression. They have managed to cast off their yoke and build towards a society not based on exploitation. They're not utopias, and mistakes have been and will be committed, but they all realized and understood that it's better to commit our own mistakes, than to toil under the rational oppression by another class for any longer.

[clare-875]

Why Are You Crying? (Ace x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Ace x Female Reader Summary: Ace accidentally timeslips to the future, Post-Marinford. Warnings: SPOILERS for Marineford, grief, angst, comfort/fluff Notes: The above image does NOT belong to me. [One Piece Masterlist] _____

"What did you do this time Marco?"

Ace groans as he pulls himself to his feet, wiping the sand from himself. "Me? It was you who touched the damned thing-yoi! I told you to be careful!" Marco wretches free of the ground but as the two members of the Whitebeard crew look up, they find themselves in a place completely different to the one they were in just a minute ago.

They and their respective divisions had just been deep in terrestrial rainforests looking for supposed treasures but they now found themselves on a beach; a completely different Island. "How did we get here?" Ace mutters looking to the tropical island that surrounds him.

"It must've been that."

Marco points to the strange sphere object that emits weird waves of light, buried in the sand below them. "Do you think if we touch it again, it will take us back?" Marco asks the raven-haired man who frowns inquisitively at the mess they have found themselves in.

"Beats me."

"Well what are you waiting for, it's the only option we've got."

Ace sighs as he leans forward towards the spherical object with Marco, not looking forward to the twisting feeling he had felt earlier when the sphere had transported him. However, just as the two are about to touch the mystical object, a voice catches them off guard making them flinch away suddenly.

The voice was familiar, and Ace could recognise it from miles away. Instantly a smile widens on his face but when he looks up, he is met with shock.

"... Ace?"

.....

[Several Moments Earlier]

It was now one year after the Marineford incident, and you are in the midst of your training. Luffy had given the crew two years and you have used your time well. Kuma had transported you to a quaint, tropical Island where your mentor taught you skills and tactics you had never even thought of using before. You were strong already, but thanks to them you had grown stronger.

However, despite your progress, you had to admit that your training had faltered along with the shocking news that had travelled the world. You didn't know if you could believe the words in the newspaper in your hands that day, but maybe it was because the truth was too much to endure.

Portgas D. Ace, your love, dead.

Ace.

The grief from the loss was unbearable.

You had grown up with Ace alongside Luffy, but your relationship with the freckle-faced boy had grown into something far deeper than friendship. You had loved him; he had loved you. Despite joining the straw hat crew in the end, it didn't stop that connection.

Though you tried to hide your pain, his death impacted you far worse than others, and even your mentor could see your distracted mind while training, or your irises dark with sadness. His death weighed you down, it tore through your heart and wouldn't leave you in peace. You would find yourself shedding tears often and the clench your despair had around your heart just couldn't seem to loosen.

You weren't there. You weren't there for him.

You couldn't say goodbye.

That was what haunted you the most.

Everyday sleep would taunt you as your raging mind refused to let you rest. You only knew of what had happened days after you had been swept away by Kuma to your island. It was secluded and news rarely carried, but once it had, and once you saw the emboldened title on the paper in your hands, it felt like your world had been stripped from you.

Your Captain had been there, had scraped himself through hell it looked like, and had witnessed the death of his beloved brother. You could only imagine the agony he was in or the grief that had plagued his mind as it did to you now. He was the only one who could understand what it felt like, to lose him.

Ace.

As children, the two of you were almost inseparable and even as Sabo and Luffy joined your group, it did nothing but strengthen the bond between you. The adventures you went on, his unyielding kindness to you, the way he would protect you from harm's way, the way his little face would glow bright red whenever you got too close. The two of you didn't even know what the bubbling feeling inside of you was, but as long as you had the other close, it would never cease to go away.

As you grew older, your crush on the man had only grown. Then, a year before he had embarked on his journey, he had confessed to you. The both of you were young and with young love came the raging emotions of untamed attachment. That year had been bliss to you: training, laughing, holding hands, blushing and kissing. You adored his embrace on cooler nights and adored the way his grin would gleam under the persistent sun.

He was all you could ever need.

Even when you chose to join Luffy's crew, he respected your wishes and his love did not falter. As the three of you embarked on your journeys at different times, he never ceased to come to visit you or write to you letters of his adventures. He was utterly enamoured by you and thought about you each day you were apart and clung to you each day you were in his arms once more; much like you did. Your vivre card was one of his most prized possessions and one he held close to him at all times.

"I'll always find my way to you this way, love."

And his vivre card had been entrusted to your Captain; his brother. If only you had asked for another you could keep. Perhaps then you would've known of the threat to his life so much sooner. Maybe then, you could've done something. Now, you could only imagine what his death must've been like. Luffy had not made contact with you, you knew he probably hadn't made contact with any of the crew apart from the message left in a newspaper a few days after the one on Ace's death.

To meet two years rather than three days later at Sabody.

But despite knowing it was all made with good intention - so that he and the crew could get stronger in that time - you would do anything for a glimmer of an indication that he was okay. You would do anything to know what Ace's last words had been, if his death had been as brutal as the newspapers claim, if he had been happy in his last moments or scared. If he had forgiven you for your absence and understood, or if he held that against you till his dying breath.

Because you did.

You despised that you weren't there. You despise Admiral Akainu for what he has stripped from you. You despise the life you have to go on living without Ace and without your goodbye.

Because that was what you had to do.

Never again would his warm hands caress your skin. Never again would his words ignite in you such adoration you couldn't believe. Never again would his lips touch yours or would you share nights engulfed in the other's presence. All your dreams of a future with him, all his whispers that he would marry you someday, all his promises and your laughs of adoration as he pledged to you were torn to nothingness.

Your tears slip fast past your lashline and your teeth are gritted against each other. How many times had you cried for the man that you loved? You couldn't stop, you don't think you ever could. You felt so alone. God, you felt alone. You didn't even have the simple liberty of looking forward to the next time you see your beloved. Because the next time you do would be decades in the future when you lost your own life to time and age.

"Please..."

You muttered your hopes desperately to the sky, as though looking for any sort of sign that something was out there and that someone would return your beloved Ace to you.

"Please... let me see him one more time..."

"... let me at least say goodbye."

For a long moment, you simply look up to the sky, trying to keep your tears at bay. Silence is all you can hear, and you feel your heart wither at your reality. But then, you hear it.

A familiar voice in the distance, too good to be true.

.....

[Back to the present]

"...Ace?"

Your voice is breathless like the wind was what spoke and not you. 'Ace? It is Ace, right?' You pinch yourself harder than necessary to convince yourself it wasn't another dream. That he was tangible and there and real. But when you look at his warm smile, and delightful surprise at your presence you couldn't stop yourself. You run to him like your life depended on it. Your tears start slipping down your cheeks.

"Ace!"

Your voice breaks, but you don't care because you can feel the warmth he emits as you get closer. You can see the way his arms move wide and welcoming to you, and when you embrace him his scent and heat engulf you. Instantly, you press your ear to his chest and relish the thrumming sound emitting from within him. You relish the way his arms envelop you tight in his embrace, his rumbling laughter against you.

"Damn [y/n], I know it's been a while, but I didn't think you'd miss me that much."

Ace's words are light and teasing as you remember them, but you barely hear them too lost in your shock. Your form trembles under the weight of your tears and sobs suddenly tear through your body. You cling to him tightly, as though he would disappear if you let go for even a second. Your mind is ablaze with only one thought, over and over.

He's alive. He's alive. He's alive.

Ace can feel his lips downturn as your shaking worsens and your hold tightens further. Suddenly he realises that this reunion is nothing like your usual one. Though in his time, only a month had passed since your last meeting, for you, it had been since Alabasta. It was the longest the two of you had been apart even before his death.

Ace knew something was wrong.

"[y/n]?"

His words are shrouded in worry, and his hands anxiously caress your hair as though to soothe you. Surprisingly, it works a little as your sobs die down to gentle tremors when the familiar rhythm brings you back to the present. Ace meets Marco's eyes and he sees the same worry reflecting within them, along with utter confusion. Ace rarely sees you in a state of such despair.

"[y/n]," he mutters gently to you, trying to control the thrumming of his own heart as he looks at your state, worried that you had been harmed or stranded on the Island somehow. But then he thinks of his brother, Luffy, knowing that he would never allow such things to happen to you. But he needs the answers from your own lips.

"[y/n]... why are you crying? What's wrong?"

And that is when you finally look up.

It is Ace's turn to let shock shroud his features as he meets your gaze and you also feel a new surprise envelop you too.

His features were so much younger, and you remember when he looked that way. Still a teenager compared to the man you had last seen. His eyes were still enveloped in youth and nativity, his hair cut slightly shorter, his form less built without the battles he would soon have to face.

Ace looked at you the same way, and his hands trembled slightly as he caressed your hair which had grown far too much since the last time he had seen you. The way your face had become more defined as you grew despite your eyes still shining up at him as they always did. You seemed stronger, surer, and a few years older than the [y/n] he had seen just a month prior.

"[y/n]... why do you seem..."

"Older?" "Younger?"

The two of you speak your thoughts at the same time, your eyes meeting in silent shock and your heart plummeting in grim realisation. That this wasn't the Ace you last saw, Ace wasn't alive, this was a younger Ace who stood before you. But how can that be possible?

"Ace," you murmur, still allowing your gaze to linger on his face and the features you had grieved for the past year. "How long have you been on the Whitebeard crew?" You ask, knowing the answer before he even speaks. "Huh?" Ace looks down at you, shaking free of his own thoughts and answers easily. "It's only been a month? But what has that got to do with-"

"This is the future, Ace. Maybe two or three years?"

You can hear your words out of your mouth, but you can barely believe them yourself. Then your eyes go to the sphere buried in the sand and they widen. You recognised it immediately from Robin's books she used to share with you. It was a sphere that acted as a sort of key between time and space, but it would only exist for several minutes at a time.

Ace would have to return to his time very soon, and when he did, he wouldn't be able to return. 'I have to tell him-'

But when you look up, Ace's lips upturn into a wide and youthful grin. "The future?" Marco grins as well. "I guess we found what we were looking for then," he says as he nods at the sphere. "Didn't think that's what all our searching would get us though, a time-key that only exists for a few minutes? What a waste of time-yoi." They had after all been searching for what they hoped was gold, not an object that would disappear the instant they went back to their time.

"Not a total waste of time," suddenly a warm arm is wrapped around you as Ace pulls you gently into him. His smile shone brighter than the sun when you looked up at him. "Look at how hot my girlfriend is, some things don't change do they baby?" You have to fight not to roll your eyes and smile, but for a moment you forget your grief and are lost in his presence. How easily does he make your worries melt away? How easily can his smile make everything better in this world?

How could you ever let him go?

"Are you sure, you're okay love?" His words are softer, murmured in your ear just for you to hear and suddenly you're fighting your tears again. But you manage to keep them away.

'Do I tell him?'

'Do I?'

'I should tell him, right?'

You meet his kind gaze, his youthful charisma, and his love that is unchanging.

'But how could you tell this man how he dies?'

You swallow harshly, but you find yourself nodding your head in reply.

"Everything's perfect."

He glances at you hesitantly as though he contemplates your words for a moment. But then he decides to trust you. You look at his smile, wide and pushing at freckled cheeks. He seemed so full of life and what's more, he's embracing it. He's not doubting himself or his right to walk the Earth. You had heard the lighthearted banter shared between him and Marco, and you know the Whitebeard crew had granted him what he had been looking for all along: belonging.

You couldn't diminish that light.

It wasn't his time yet, you couldn't rid of his vitality so quickly by selfishly telling him his destiny. He had so much of the world yet to see. He had so much to explore, and so many more memories to make with the you that awaited him in his time. So many fights and treasures to behold. So many more moments to be spent with his bright smile and warmth.

You see the sphere flicker in the sand, a signal that it will soon diminish, and if it did your boyfriend and Marco would be trapped in this time. In a time where he should not exist. The two men also seem to notice, as you feel Ace's hands falter on your skin, and see Marco look up nervously. "We need to go," he picks up the sphere and walks over to you both, waiting for Ace to join him and hold it too.

They only had a minute.

Ace's smile falters only for a second, but he nods; after all, he had the past you waiting for him upon his return. Your smile is sadder than his, but you allow yourself to look up at the man you fell in love with one last time. One last time you felt what it was like to be under the hold of his warm touch. One last time you see the way his eyes flicker with his kindness and wonder and love. One last time you reach out and caress his dark locks, and witness him leaning into your touch.

One last time.

You step forward and he engulfs you in his arms. He murmurs gentle words in your ear. "Tell future me to hurry up, or I'll beat his ass. He must be keeping you waiting too long for you to be crying like this." A lone tear slips past your eye but you smile and laugh softly against his chest. His heat lingers on you as you break away. "I will." You analyse his features, willing yourself to memorise him so that you remember him for the rest of your life.

"Goodbye Ace, I love you... so much."

Ace grins and he presses his lips gently to the top of your head, his hand caressing your face before he pulls away.

"I love you too."

He moves as he reaches Marco's side, both hands enveloping the sphere alongside him. The sphere flickers one more time, and you see one of his hands rise in the air, the shout of his words lingering in the air.

"See you later!"

And just as quickly as he came, he was gone.

You stand still, looking to the spot in the sand as more tears break your lash line, but on your face is a full, bright smile. You can still feel his warmth that had just touched your skin, you can still see the way he smiled as he looked at you. But most of all, your wish had somehow been granted. A miracle you knew many others who had lost someone could only beg for.

One last moment with him: an actual goodbye.

"See you later," you whisper back to the wind, hoping he might be able to hear it across the time and space between you. There is a flicker of light cast on your skin from the sun, a shift in the breeze and a sudden warmth in the air. You look to the sky and imagine his smiling face, believing that he is watching over you.

[annas-anya]

Acrylic paint

Neon + black one of my favorite color palette

[aghw18]

Hear me out

[torchwood-99]

There's a bit of a role reversal with Faramir and Eowyn, in terms of how their narratives include tropes and plot points that are often traditionally applied to characters of the other sex.

Eowyn goes to war because she refuses to be left behind to be burned inside the house when the battle is done, as is often the fate of women.

Faramir actually is nearly burned alive at the hands of the patriarch of his family when said patriarch believes the battle is over and hope is lost. While Eowyn is out on the battlefield, fighting, Faramir is stuck inside the home, burning.

Between the two, Eowyn is the one we see go on more of an inner journey. She changes more over the narrative, and has to deal more with her own flaws and personal demons, as well as the injustices inflicted upon her. The climax of her story comes with a great moment of heroism and courage in battle. She is rescued by a hobbit, but as an ally in battle, not as a damsel in distress.

Faramir in the books doesn't feel tempted by the ring, and is almost a paragon of virtue. About as much as a Man in Middle Earth can be. He's closer to Arwen and Galadriel than Eowyn is, in his near perfection, in how he inspires and guides others. He is also rescued by a hobbit, but in that moment he is helpless, a damsel in distress. He is rescued because others love him for his virtue and goodness.

So often it's the other way round. Not only is the woman usually the one trapped inside, in need of rescue, while the man is out there fighting, the woman's heroism traditionally comes from the list of virtues she possesses, while the man's heroism comes from his deeds and the things he accomplishes. The man fights, the woman inspires.

But during the Battle of Pelennor fields, it is Eowyn who fights, and while she does inspire Merry, she inspires him not as a paragorn, but as an example of courage that Merry finds himself compelled to live up to. He is inspired to fight by her side, instead of fighting for her.

Faramir is sick and unconscious. His agency is denied him by his father, who decides on his behalf there's nothing left for him to live for. And it is a rush for the heroes; Pippin and Beregond, to save Faramir, and it is explicitly stated that Beregond only broke the law because he was inspired to do so out of his great love for Faramir, which is shared by all. In that moment, Faramir's role is closer to the traditional fairy tale princess, whose goodness inspires the heroes into fighting for her during her peril.

And afterwards, it is Eowyn who has to fight to find meaning in life again, to choose joy and hope over despair, which Faramir, with his loving kindness, wisdom, and gentleness, inspires her to do.

I love that, and love thinking on how that affected their relationship going forward.

Eowyn must have liked that with Faramir, she's not being married to someone who will require her to take on every aspect of the so called "woman's role" (necessary, but limiting) which has been inflicted on her at her own expense by the men in her life, so they can be free to partake in the "man's role". Perhaps in turn, Eowyn's predisposition for more martial pursuits; even if she has embraced healing and gardening and no longer lives for battle, would also mean she can take on some of the certain necessary duties that Faramir finds taxing.

Between the two, there must have been a more equal division of labour and responsibilities, and therefore more freedom on both sides. Neither one of them fully suits the roles that society has assigned to them due to their gender, and in marrying each other, they no longer have to.

[wetheurban]

Black History Month Mantra: In the face of division, we choose unity. In the face of hate, we choose love. In the face of oppression, we choose liberation. In the face of ignorance, we choose education. In the face of injustice, we choose action. In the face of despair, we choose hope.

[solarpoweredpunkpossum]

having complicated feelings about the politics of rage

like that specific kind of debate bro whose videos are all "liberal DESTROYED raging feminist OWNED by calm facts and logic haha i'm so smart and cool" who thinks anyone not in a perfect stoic state must immediately be wrong (and by proxy their ability to "argue" about things that don't affect them divisive topics calmly means they must be right)

seeing people finding their ways to scream into the void for reaping week or vent the anger and indignity at how screwed up our world is... why is it so taboo? why is it so bad to be upset at, yknow, things that should upset any rational, compassionate person?

because yeah, anger isn't rational and tends to find targets rather than solutions, but for fluff's sake it doesn't just go away! you can't turn off your passion! and you shouldn't! you should be upset! you should be upset about climate change and billionaires and rising fascism! you should be upset that the world is unjust!

but we've created, or accepted, or failed to question, this framework where being calm makes you more correct and being visibly passionate or upset is a bad thing, where being riled up by someone who thinks you don't deserve rights is a sign of weakness, where caring loudly and vibrantly is somehow bad optics because being angry looks bad.

angry people are dangerous. angry people can't be trusted. angry people shouldn't be listened to. angry people can't control their emotions. angry people should just calm down. angry people should be subdued.

just shut up and take it already, won't you?

like. look. the doomerism and despair is strong outside of communities like this. so often i find myself asking where is your rage!? where is your hope?! your joy, your passion, your conviction that a better world will be made!

i spent a long time drowning in some pretty rough crap. when i managed to crawl out of it, the first thing i felt was relief. the second was burning, white-hot rage that i had lived like this, that i had been allowed to live like this. anxiety makes you want to shrink down, be as small as possible, as unintrusive, as unnoticeable. anger told me to be loud, be bright, be visible, shout from the rooftops that i deserved better, turn passion into action instead of wallowing.

yes, i am angry at the world and i should be. i am upset that people who have more money than i can even conceive of can run the planet into the ground and blame me for using too much plastic. i am upset that my existence is someone else's political fodder they can fearmonger about for engagement. i am upset that people are dying over numbers on a graph and lines on a map. i am upset that billions of dollars for guns and tanks gets written off without question, but the single mother of two on food stamps is what's draining the budget. i am upset and i'm not going to apologize for it, because that isn't "letting my emotions control me," it's having basic fluffing compassion for other people.

sorry i can't be calm like you while you're holding a gun to my head. it must be easier when it's your finger on the trigger.

[lol-ktr]

♡- - UNCONTROLLABLE - -♡

I'LL TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS YOU LITTLE BITCH.

・❥・~ ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. Kenpachi Zaraki

・❥・~ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ. Since joining one of the most powerful divisions, that of Captain Zaraki Kenpachi, you've made a name for yourself with your superiors, especially your captain, who finds you rather arrogant towards him, which has led him to teach you manners towards him and your superiors in his own way ;)

・❥・~ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. 18+ ONLY + MDNI !! fem ! reader, size difference (very big difference lol), violent sex, Kenpachi has no mercy and won't hesitate to let you know that you're a piece of shit, dirty nickname, unprotected sex, dirty language, multiple orgasm ,eating pussy, hair pulling, slaps on the buttocks, obscene pose, kenpachi has a monster under his pants…

・❥・~ ᴡᴄ. 3.5k

・❥・~ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Heyya, this is the first time in my life that I'm writing something, be it Reader, smut, fluff…. and for my first time I want to do it with a smut of a character I like a lot since since 2020 I only read smut I never started writing oc or Reader, so here is my first “work” with something quite violent, if people can give me critics, or advice I'm happy to receive them to improve myself, good reading : ') (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATION TO DO IT IF THE WORDS DON'T MAKE SENSE THANK YOU FOR BEING COMPREHENSIBLE! )

Before you could react, you felt the crushing pressure of your captain's reiatsu in front of you. You found yourself kneeling on his bed, when you opened your eyes again, you were in a dark room, the air thick and stifling, only a faint glow emanating from a torch on the wall, revealing the imposing silhouette of your captain, Kenpachi Zaraki, his piercing gaze and ferocious smile fixed on you. Surprised by the sudden appearance of your captain in front of you, you ask, "What is this place?" looking around, trying to keep your cool. "This is where I break rebellious spirits like you" he advances slowly towards you, declaring, "You think you can defy me with your arrogance?"

You stare at him, your heart pounding. "I won't back down, no matter what you do."

Kenpachi smiles, a joyless smile. "We'll see." He raises his hand, his reiatsu crushing you, forcing you to sink into his bed, starting to remove his Shihakusho, his movements slow and deliberate.

A wave of panic washes over you. "What... what are you doing?" you stammer, your eyes widening as his torso is revealed. "You're scared now, aren't you? I can feel it from here," Kenpachi sneers, tossing his Shihakusho aside. "I'm not going to kill you, but you're going to learn to obey."

You try to wriggle, still held by the force of his reiatsu, desperately seeking an escape. "Damn, let me go, bastard..." you were red with embarrassment.

Kenpachi advances with his sadistic smile, his imposing presence filling the room. "In this division, we respect strength."

Before you can react, he grabs the collar of your Shihakusho and, with brute force, tears it in two, revealing your bouncing breasts. You remain frozen, eyes wide with panic. Kenpachi sneers, throwing the pieces of your Shihakusho aside. "I show you what respect means, in the most brutal way possible."

Panic completely overtakes you. "Wait, captain... I... I'm sorry!" you try to say, despair mixing with fear in your voice.

He shakes his head, his gaze merciless. "Too late for apologies. You're going to learn now." You feel your heart racing, fear paralyzing you. The pressure of his reiatsu increases, forcing you to your knees. You know this lesson will be brutal and that Kenpachi will show no mercy.

"I'm going to teach you proper manners towards your captain, little bitch, even if I have to strip every thread of your uniform to do it." he declares with relentless coldness.

You close your eyes for a moment, your heart racing, your thoughts racing as you realize Kenpachi's intentions. Panic completely overtakes you, every fiber of your being screaming in terror. The sexual tension is palpable in the air as you find yourself at the mercy of Kenpachi Zaraki, your body shivering with anticipation, mixing fear and excitement. This lesson in respect will be etched in your memory forever.

Kenpachi roughly rips off your bra, sending it flying across the room, revealing your naked, tense breasts. You gasp in surprise, your breath quickening as you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at your captain's audacity. In all his ferocity, he pushes you forcefully against the bed. "Ah-!" You feel his hot breath on your skin, his expert hands exploring your body with wild intensity. He grabs your breasts firmly between his powerful hands, crushing them with force, mixing pain and pleasure in an indomitable way. His agile tongue attacks your breasts, licking them with bestial voracity. Each lick is accompanied by a slight bite, igniting a burning excitement within you. You arch under his rough caresses, silently begging for more, to be taken with unmatched ferocity. You moan in pain and pleasure. He suddenly kisses you on the lips with burning passion. His tongue forces your lips open, exploring your mouth with insatiable voracity, not giving you a moment to breathe, leaving you voiceless and completely under his control. "I'm going to show you what it means to be dominated," he growls between kisses, pulling back and detaching from your tongue with a growl, leaving a trail of saliva connecting you, causing him a smile of satisfaction.

His large hands grab your hair at the roots, forcing you to get on all fours on the edge of the bed, facing the empty space, finding yourself nose to nose with his crotch, still holding you firmly by the roots of your hair, rubbing your cheek against his member still clad in his loose pants.

Despite the black color of his pants, you could still see the visible shape of his monstrous erection, causing you a small wave of excitement. "K-Kenpachi..." you looked up at him from where you were, with a red face of embarrassment, tears of frustration in your eyes. Kenpachi looks at you with that mocking smile making you shiver, as he pulls you by the hair closer to his face. "It's Captain for you, that's one of the first rules you were taught when joining this division. No familiarity with your superiors," you look at him with a mix of anger and shock, unable to look away from his face marked by that stupid smile.

He puts you back in front of his erection. "Take off these pants for me and make me happy," you felt humiliated by this situation. With a trembling hand, you slowly pull down his pants, revealing his impatient manhood. Your shocked gaze fixes on his huge, erect member ready to be taken in your mouth. You feel both intimidated and eager to give him satisfaction. With a slow and deliberate gesture, you approach him without him asking, your moist tongue brushing the tip of his glans, before enveloping it with your eager mouth. You savor every inch of his manhood, using your tongue and lips to give him intense pleasure. The moans and growls that escape his mouth only fuel your own excitement, him gripping your hair with pure pleasure.

You continue to suck him with devotion, focusing on his reactions and adjusting your technique, moving up and down his member to offer him maximum pleasure. Kenpachi, overwhelmed by his uncontrollable desire, thrusts brutally without any warning, holding your head, withdrawing and thrusting his erect member into your mouth with brutality, literally fucking your face with brutal intensity. You are caught off guard by his strength and domination, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, your hands gripping the edge of the bed to hold yourself in place, while his manhood penetrates your mouth again and again. Your muffled moans of pleasure escape between the thrusts, as you look up at him with eyes filled with lust and submission.

The pleasure builds in you as his movements accelerate, pushing you towards ecstasy. You savor every moment, enjoying the sensation of his domination and the release of your own urges.

"Damn, you like that, huh? Feeling my cock fucking your face, making you moan with pleasure. You're a real slut. I love that. And you know what? I'm going to take you even harder, make you scream until you can't take it anymore. I'm going to fuck you like never before."

You feel Kenpachi's erection harden even more, a sign that he's about to reach his peak. He continues to move your head on his hardness, aided by your tongue and lips, until he reaches the height of his pleasure, pouring his hot elixir into your mouth. Kenpachi abruptly withdraws his cock from your mouth, leaving a trail of semen on your lips. You both catch your breath, he looks at you with a satisfied smile, his breathing still ragged. "Swallow that cum, damn... Who would have thought you'd be so good at this? I'm going to make you moan and fill you with pleasure until you lose your mind, fuck you in every position imaginable, make you scream and make you cum again and again."

Kenpachi pushes you, crouching over you, pulling your pelvis up, your legs still covered placed on his shoulders. He rips your pants off in one go, revealing your manhood still clad in your underwear, you moan in surprise. Kenpachi smiles seeing your soaked underwear. You look at him with a burning gaze of desire, ready to be devoured.

"Look at you, little bitch. You're so wet and ready for me. I'm going to lick you until you can't hold back anymore, until you beg for more." With a brutal gesture, he grabs your underwear and pulls with brutal force. The fabric tears under the pressure, separating with a sharp noise. You find yourself naked in front of him, vulnerable and exposed.

Kenpachi tosses the torn underwear aside, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Now, you're exactly how I want you," he murmurs in a hoarse voice, his hands running over your bare skin.

You moan with pleasure as he plunges his head between your thighs, his expert tongue exploring every inch of your intimacy. You arch under his caresses, completely surrendering to his talent.

Kenpachi looks at you intensely, his tongue sending waves of pleasure through your body. He takes his time, savoring every reaction you have, every moan that escapes your lips.

His hands firmly grip your hips, immobilizing you as he continues to lick you with an almost disconcerting expertise. "Ahh.. Captain, it's so good, keep going...", your breathing becomes increasingly erratic.

But suddenly, Kenpachi stops at these words, lifting his head to fix you with a cruel smile. You feel a wave of frustration and need surge through your body as he ceases his caresses. "What did you say?" he asks, his tone merciless and threatening.

"I-I was saying it felt so good... Why are you stopping?", you look at him with a mix of desire and confusion, eyes half-closed.

"You want me to continue? You have to beg for it." Kenpachi's piercing gaze cuts through you, leaving you breathless. "Did you think I would let you come that easily?"

You look at him, shocked by this statement. "No," you reply firmly, despite the burning desire within you. "I won't beg you..."

Kenpachi raises an eyebrow, surprised but amused by your defiance. "Really? You prefer to stay there, in this state, rather than beg me?"

"Yes," you say, your voice trembling but resolute. "I won't beg you."

Kenpachi stands up slightly, making you fall, his cruel smile widening. "Then you'll have to stay like this, frustrated and unsatisfied. But I warn you, you won't last long."

He steps back, watching your reactions with sadistic interest. You feel humiliated, your body tormented by an unbearable desire, but you refuse to yield.

Minutes pass, each second increasing your frustration. You struggle internally, your body demanding the pleasure he abruptly interrupted.

"One more time, you only have to say one word," Kenpachi whispers in your ear, his tone gentle but relentless.

You close your eyes, fighting against the overwhelming sensations. Finally, you open them again, your resolve wavering under the intensity of desire. You can't endure this torture any longer. "Captain, I... please," you start, your voice broken by humiliation and need. "I-I beg you... Continue..."

Kenpachi smiles, victorious. "What exactly do you want?", he asks, savoring your submission.

"I want... I want you to continue, to make me come," you beg, your voice trembling. "Please, Captain... I'm yours, I beg you, make me come..."

"That's better. Now, I'll give you what you want, but remember that I'm the one who decides." He grabs your thighs with force, squeezing them, and dives back between your thighs, his tongue resuming its expert movements, exploring every inch of your intimacy with renewed passion. Your moans of pleasure fill the room as you lose yourself in the sensations, overwhelmed by the ecstasy he gives you.

The sounds of your pleasure are so loud they resonate throughout the barracks. Anyone passing by could hear your moans, an undeniable testimony to the fierce passion Kenpachi inflicts on you.

"Captain... yes, it feels so good... don't stop..."

Kenpachi intensifies his movements, his tongue playing with your most sensitive spots, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. You feel the orgasm rising within you, uncontrollable and powerful, and this time, he doesn't stop, letting you reach the peak of ecstasy.

"Come for me, little bitch. I want to feel you tremble under my tongue."

With a cry of pleasure, you surrender completely, the orgasm crashing through your body with overwhelming intensity. You cling to the bed sheets, your moans turning into screams of pure ecstasy. Kenpachi doesn't stop. He continues with relentless intensity, his tongue and fingers exploring every sensitive part of your intimacy. You feel another orgasm rising within you, even more powerful than the previous one.

"Captain... I... I can't take it anymore," you moan, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure.

"Oh, you can take more like the arrogant little thing you are," he murmurs against your skin, intensifying his movements.

Minutes pass, each second bringing a new wave of pleasure. You come again and again, your body arching under the intensity of each orgasm. Your moans turn into cries of desperate pleasure, filling the barracks with their echoes.

"I told you, you'll come until you can't hold back anymore."

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of unending intense pleasure, your body collapses, exhausted and trembling with satisfaction under the waves of orgasms Kenpachi has inflicted upon you. Kenpachi finally withdraws, leaving you panting and overwhelmed by ecstasy, your body still shivering with pleasure. Your breathing is ragged, your skin covered in sweat. The electrifying sensations coursing through every fiber of your being are both exhilarating and exhausting, leaving you in a state of near-unconscious bliss.

"Please... no more," you murmur, your voice broken by exhaustion.

Kenpachi, still smiling with satisfied cruelty, stops for a moment, his eyes shining with a triumphant gleam. With a brutal gesture, he violently turns you onto your back, pinning you firmly against the bed, your body exposed to his domination.

"No more? Do you really think I'm done with you?" he says mockingly, holding you firmly by the hips, his gaze roaming your exhausted body with a greedy glint in his eyes. He gently rubs the tip of his cock against your sensitive folds, taking his time, savoring every moment of your supplications, making you shiver with anticipation and desire.

"No... I'm at my limit, I can't take anymore," you whisper, tears of fatigue streaming down your cheeks. You feel every vein and every contour of his powerful erection caressing your lips, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He plays with you, barely brushing your entrance, the light contact driving you crazy with desire.

Then, with an almost cruel movement, he slightly pushes his head into your entrance, just enough to make you squirm and moan with desire. You can feel the heat of his erection against you, waiting for only one thing, for him to take you with all his might.

Without another word, Kenpachi grabs your hips with brutal strength and penetrates you in one thrust, his cock filling your already sensitized intimacy. A cry of pleasure mixed with pain escapes your lips as he begins to take you with relentless passion.

Each thrust is brutal, each movement filled with wild intensity. You cling desperately to the bed, your body shaken by the force of his assaults. The sensations of pleasure mixed with pain overwhelm you, carrying you in a whirlwind of indescribable sensations.

"You'll take everything I have to give," his movements becoming even more imperative as he thrusts into you again and again.

Kenpachi continues to take you with fierce intensity, showing no signs of slowing down. Your moans fill the room. Each thrust from Kenpachi sends waves of pleasure and pain through your body, making you almost insensible to anything except the sensations he gives you.

Outside the room, members of the 11th division pass by their captain's door, exchanging surprised and uncomfortable looks as they hear the muffled sounds of pleasure emanating from inside.

They quicken their pace, their faces blushing slightly at the thought of what's happening on the other side of the door. Inside, Kenpachi continues to take you with relentless vigor, changing positions to better penetrate you.

He lifts you and places you on your stomach, pulling you by the hips and hair towards him to better take you from behind. The thrusts become even deeper and more brutal, each movement making your breasts bounce with uncontrollable force. You feel his hands gripping your buttocks firmly, squeezing and slapping them from time to time to intensify your pleasure.

"You like that, huh? Feeling my cock filling you again and again."

Your moans become cries of pleasure as he continues to pound you mercilessly. The division members, though embarrassed, can't help but listen as they pass by, some whispering shocked comments to each other.

You feel you're about to explode with pleasure again, but Kenpachi shows no signs of wanting to stop. He turns you over again, this time putting you on your back facing him on the bed. He grabs your hips and starts penetrating you with even more intense thrusts. Your breasts bounce with each movement, the sight of your bouncing breasts amplifying his desire.

"Come for me, bitch," he growls, his face displaying a smile of brutal satisfaction.

He continues with ferocity, not stopping even after your relentless orgasm. Each position he takes is more obscene than the last, pushing you to your limits and beyond. Your cries of pleasure mingle with pain, filling the barracks with their lascivious echo, each member of the division knowing exactly what's happening in the captain's room.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of uninterrupted pleasure, Kenpachi reaches his own climax with a guttural growl, spilling into you with burning intensity. You feel the heat of his cum filling your insides, each drop marking your total submission.

"That's how you should be, filled, obedient and satisfied," he says, slowly withdrawing, his satisfied smile on his face, leaving you panting and overwhelmed by pleasure, your body still shivering with pleasure. He gets up from the bed and looks at you with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. You feel his gaze weighing on you, assessing the effects of his brutal lesson.

He grabs a towel and wipes the sweat from his body, then quickly gets dressed, his gaze still fixed on you. You try to sit up, but your muscles refuse to cooperate, leaving you breathless and defenseless.

"Stay there and recover. Next time, you'll know better how to behave."

He leans toward you, his hand gripping your chin with brutal firmness, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He gives you a possessive kiss on the lips, his tongue invading your mouth with dominating force.

"And don't forget who's in charge here."

After having finished his brutal lesson, Kenpachi straightens up, giving you one last look before leaving the room. The air still impregnated with his intimidating aura. With heavy and determined steps, he leaves the room, leaving the door open behind him. In the hallway, several members of the 11th division gather, attracted by the noises from inside.

Kenpachi advances towards them, his face displaying a mix of satisfaction and discontent. The division members freeze, feeling the tension in the air as their captain approaches.

"What are you looking at, you bunch of idiots?" he growls, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

The division members look at each other nervously, some lowering their eyes to avoid Kenpachi's piercing gaze. One of them, more audacious, tries to speak.

"Captain, we... we were just worried, the noises were... unusual."

Kenpachi fixes the brave member with a piercing look, evaluating his response with suspicion.

"Unusual, huh? And since when is what happens in my room any of your business, huh?" he snaps, his voice filled with defiance. "You're supposed to be soldiers of the 11th division, not neighborhood gossips."

The division members lower their heads, realizing they may have crossed a line by intruding on their captain's private affairs. Kenpachi continues to stare at them, his expression hard and unyielding.

"Get back to your posts and forget what you heard. Otherwise, you'll have to deal with me," he declares in a grave voice.

The men quickly nod, dispersing in the hallway with a mix of relief and fear. Kenpachi watches them leave, his gaze still as piercing. Once alone, he shakes his head with a sigh, wondering what his men might think of him. But deep down, he knows that their respect is not what concerns him the most. He has a job to do, enemies to face, and he will not let anyone, not even his own division, stand in his way.

Back in the room, you slowly start to get dressed, your muscles still sore from the ordeal. You hear the murmurs of other division members through the open door, their voices filled with curiosity and fear. Despite the humiliation, a part of you cannot help but feel a certain satisfaction at having survived Kenpachi's intensity.

You know this will not be the last time you have to face his ruthless nature, but you are determined to show that you can endure his trials. Each encounter with Kenpachi makes you stronger, and even if it means enduring his brutal treatments again, you are ready to rise to the challenge.

[iwillseeyouinanother-life]

Just finished the hunger games trilogy. Fucking wow.

I am glad I waited till college to read this. I would not have understood a single thing when these were popular in middle school.

The final act of mockingjay was brutal.

I use hoopla so I have a bunch of bookmarks throughout the book (mostly me bitching).

I have a history and political science class this semester (I’m in college) I think I’m going to compile all my thoughts and take what stayed with me into those classes.

These books further support something I hold dear to my soul as a social studies major.

Art is the documentation of the human experience.

The Hunger Games is documentation of American apathy to war and violence perpetrated by our own government. The glorification of said violence through propaganda and well executed lies. How division is created by a few powerful people at the very top to conquer and rule to keep a death grip onto whatever power they can grasp.

The Hunger Games is also the documentation of the resilience of the human spirit. How hope in the depths of despair can make a difference. How radical kindness and empathy and love can be in such an unequal broken system designed to chew up and spit people out can be.

I think these books should be put on the shelves and taught in classrooms right next to Fahrenheit 451 and The Outsiders.

I am anxious and excited to see what Sunrise On The Reaping has in store.