#doing nothing but learning how to train her

[hotasfahrenheit]

i've had some thoughts rattling around my brain about Keen since episode 9 showed us flashbacks of the boys as kids when they were adopted and then a little older when they started their training for real, and this week's episode just added more fuel to the fire.

i think one of the saddest things that the last couple episodes have really exposed that a lot of people might miss because of the other bombshells that have been dropped is the fact that Keen was set up possibly even worse than Fadel and Bison were in this life. they were adopted together, told they were going to be a family, and then Lily manipulated them all into becoming who they are as adults. she lucked out that Bison and Fadel liked each other so much and bonded so strongly to each other, and she used that bond to isolate and control Keen in a completely different way.

Keen's desperate to be in the field like the other two and to be sent on missions; he doesn't have the same set of skills that they do and wasn't able to develop his talents in the same way, and it's clear that Lilly took the natural aptitude of Fadel and Bison and turned that into what they are now, but she chose to push Keen into the behind the scenes aspect of the business. she's also made it clear from the start which set of talents she values more as is clear from the way she glares at Keen when he can't shoot his bottle in the flashback.

Keen isn't given any kind of reassurance or support for missing his shot, or told to try again; Lily answers Bison's questions about why they need to learn to shoot by telling them that they have to learn to protect themselves, then she gives Keen a few more judgey looks, implying it's something she doesn't expect him to be able to do. the next scene in the flashback is her giving Bison and Fadel their first assignment, and by this point Keen has already been relegated to being the paper guy and having an office job.

these kids all lost their parents and are gathered up by Lily at the same time and told they're going to be a family; they look like they're all roughly the same age. we all know how seriously Fadel and Bison take to the brother relationship, but Keen is pushed to the outside of this by Lily and her priorities. i had figured before episode 10 that they had been trained together for a longer period of time and maybe Keen had just not gotten along with them because he was jealous of their talents, but Fadel telling Style that he doesn't really know anything about Keen besides that they were adopted at the same time says to me that Lilly purposefully kept them apart instead of it being their choice.

Fadel saying they don't care about Keen makes me so sad for him. the fact that he only really knows that Keen was adopted at the same time and does other work for Lilly that's not in the field means they don't care because they don't know him at all. they haven't had the chance to bond with him the way that they did with each other. they weren't pushed together with him; they were pushed to each other, and Keen was pushed off on his own to watch them be the favoured children and struggle by himself.

imagine your parents are murdered in front of you, you're scooped up by this woman who says she's going to take care of you and build a family with you and two other boys your age who have been through the same experience, but then you're not as good as the other two boys at the tasks she sets you, plus the two of them deeply connect to each other and fall into a sibling bond and leave you outside of it. that you're kept so separate from them that despite being a "family" for years, they know basically nothing about you, while your shared mother keeps dangling the things you want right outside of your grasp.

she's driven a wedge between the boys so deep that Keen resents Fadel and Bison enough to WANT try to kill them himself, while they don't have any idea that he would even be willing or able to. he's been kept so far out of their notice while their successes and talents have been constantly waved in front of him as well as being consistently put down by Lilly for his mistakes and inadequacies. she's pushed Keen into a corner and made him think that it's Fadel and Bison's fault for putting him there instead of it being a way for her to control him and keep him under her thumb.

Fadel and Bison have given the impression from the first episode that it's the two of them against the world; brothers bonded so tightly together that nothing can shake that. they have a Mother, but really they only have each other. it's the two of them and it always will be. but there were three of them. there were three boys when this started. and they don't care about Keen. he's alone.

i'm really hoping that the current situation snaps Keen the rest of the way out of Lilly's control. he should have already figured out what his future looks like if he really wants out of the family business like he's promised Thanon, because if he's known the entire time that Fadel's last boyfriend got murdered instead of just leaving, he should be fully aware that they face the same fate if he tries to leave Lilly. with that knowledge plus finding out that Lilly killed his parents along with Fadel's and Bison's, hopefully he turns on her and helps the others take her down. her lack of hesitation to send him or other hired hitmen after the two favoured sons should be a pretty clear signal to him about her willingness to off him as well at the drop of a hat.

fingers crossed that Keen and Thanon get to have a happy life far away from Lilly and that he finally gets to have an actual family that doesn't involve manipulation, abuse, and murder.

[spore-loser]

Nesta was forced into the House of Wind to put her to work for the IC, not for her mental and physical health.

Very often, I see readers with misconceptions about Nesta's situation in ACOSF. They say she was only put in the House of Wind to heal her, that she had a choice in the matter, or that her lack of a choice was for her own good.

So first off, Feyre admitted it was about control and getting Nesta to work.

“Oh, so it’s about you saving face—” “It is about how it reflects upon me, upon Rhys, and upon my court when my damned sister spends our money on wine and gambling and does nothing to contribute to this city! If my sister cannot be controlled, then why should we have the right to rule over anyone else?”

(ACOSF, Ch.2)

If Nesta's well-being was the top consideration, she should have been sent to live with the priestesses and to see their counselor, the way both Mor and Rhys had done. Instead, Nesta was forced to work in the library as a punishment to humble her, without access to a mental health professional. 

If it was really about Nesta’s physical and mental health, then why are the human lands a "choice" she was given? She would be vulnerable there, having to hide away from human prejudice that would threaten her life. How is Nesta supposed to think that people who would leave her there care about her well-being? 

ACOSF's text revealed it was only the illusion of choice, but the question stands. Nesta was not made aware until she basically called the bluff. Her saying 'no' to the HoW and training was essentially choosing the human lands. But the IC didn't allow that.

So the human lands was just an especially undesirable "option" to get Nesta to more easily accept what the IC wanted. What the text directly shows is that she was never given a real choice. The IC said Nesta had one, but then forced her into what they wanted after she refused to "choose" it. 

“I’m not moving to the House of Wind,” Nesta said. “And I’m not training at that miserable village. Certainly not with him.” (...) “It’s not up for negotiation,” Amren said (...) “Like hell it isn’t,” Nesta challenged (...) “Your apartment is being packed as we speak,” Amren said, (...) “By the time you return, it will be empty (...)"

Feyre swallowed, but didn’t balk. “That is enough. You’re moving up to the House, you’re going to train and work, and I don’t care what vitriol you spew my way. You’re doing it.” 

[Feyre said] “That’s why you’re going to train at Windhaven. You will learn to control yourself.” “I won’t go.” “You’re going, even if you have to be tied up and hauled there. You will follow Cassian’s lessons, and you will do whatever work Clotho requires in the library.”  (...) “(...) Any free time is yours to spend as you wish. In the House.”

(ACOSF, Ch.2)

With her power, there is no way Rhys and Amren would ever let Nesta go. She was much too valuable and they wanted her for their tasks. Feyre was home-bound and Elain was never given the chance to step up. Even though Elain volunteered to help, was in a better place mentally and physically, had Amren and Feyre's backing, she was still just used as a bargaining chip to get Nesta to act.

Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.” “But Nesta should?” Cassian growled.

Cassian glowered at Amren. “It’s not right to wield Elain as a threat to manipulate Nesta into scrying.” “There are harsher ways to convince Nesta, boy." (...) "We must head off this potential disaster before we lose the advantage. If we need to manipulate Nesta into scrying, even by using Elain against her, then we’ll do what is necessary.”

(ACOSF, Ch. 29)

If Nesta was only put in the HoW for her recovery, then why was she continuously put at risk to get the Dread Trove? It was extremely dangerous. She could have died and was sexually assaulted on top of that.

From the very beginning, the Archeron sisters were being manipulated to do what Rhys and Amren wanted. Rhys knew money was a sore spot for Feyre when it came to Nesta. Reading her bill item by item in front of everyone was an effective tactic to get Feyre to agree to his plans.

Rhys had read each item aloud. Bottles of rare wine, exotic foods, gambling debts … (…) Cassian knew there’d been previous conversations—fights—about Nesta. (…) But as Feyre wept at the table, he knew it was a breaking of some sort. (…) Rhys had laid a comforting hand on Feyre’s, squeezing gently before he looked at Azriel, and then Cassian, and laid out his plan. As if he’d had it waiting a long, long while.

(ACOSF, Ch.2)

There was no need to do that in front of others except to embarrass Feyre so she was more likely to accept his "solutions". Rhys and Feyre can trade information mentally and he didn’t even need to physically show her the bill, let alone read it out loud. Judging by how Feyre was with Nesta spending money in the cabin, she would have agreed to Rhys’ plan just by him giving a mind-to-mind total of how much Nesta spent.

Along with Cassian’s realization, we have textual evidence that Rhys wanted to plan something for Nesta since the events of ACOFS.

Cassian and my mate’s sister did not speak to each other at all. Nesta had successfully cloistered herself in some slummy apartment across the Sidra, refusing to interact with any of us save for a few brief visits with Feyre every month. I’d have to find a way to fix that, too.

(ACOFS, Ch.2)

Feyre suspected Cassian and Nesta’s mate bond since ACOWAR, where she and Rhys discuss the possibility. 

“Are he and Nesta …?” “I don’t know. Until the bond snaps into place, it can be hard to detect.”

(ACOWAR, Ch. 47)

So not letting Nesta train with Azriel was a way to make her spend time with Cassian, regardless of her wishes. 

And making Nesta train was not simply a way to strengthen her body and get in shape. As someone malnourished, suffering from an eating disorder, she needed time to nourish her body, to put on weight and muscle before she started training. In actuality, Nesta was made to train so she could go on missions for the IC and 'contribute to Velaris' as soon as possible. 

[Azriel said] “If Briallyn and Koschei find just one of the Dread Trove items—” “Let Nesta try it her way first.” Cassian held Az’s stare. “If we go in and order her to do it, it’ll backfire. Let her exhaust her other options before she realizes only one is viable.” Azriel studied his face, then nodded solemnly.

(ACOSF, Ch. 22)

“Nesta has to start looking for the Trove,” Amren said (...) Cassian met Amren’s gray stare. “Nesta’s been looking. Don’t push her.”  Rhys said from where he lounged at the head of the table, “She’s had the priestesses researching for her. I’d hardly call that looking.” (...) [Amren said] “We are on the cusp of another war. We let the Cauldron slip from our hands in the last one and it nearly cost us everything.”

(ACOSF, Ch. 29)

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Since you usually have some pretty interesting trope twists, here’s something that I haven’t seen a lot of: How would you do a HP/BatFam crossover?

Ra’s didn’t like to admit when he forgot something. No one really liked to do so, but more so himself. He was the Demon Head, the ruler of the League of Assassins. He did not forget things.

But when he had noticed a majestic stag in the woods during a mission he was reminded he had not heard anything from his son, he realized he hadn’t been in contact with the boy for nine years. That was… odd.

Ra’s had been seduced (or she tried. He’d been amused enough to go along with it) by a witch who he later learned was desperate for a child as her husband (some imbecile named Fleamount or the such) was making noise of replacing her with a woman twenty years her junior. His son was passed off at the other man’s given they both were of Middle Eastern heritage. Ra’s didn’t mind. Magical children, at least from the Wizarding World, were unpredictable and foolish. He had no interest in having a Wizard for an heir.

However, it was still HIS son. He’d made contact secretly with James Fleamount Potter when the boy was fifteen, armed with evidence. James did not take it quite well at first, which was understandable. Later the boy began reaching out carefully to Ra’s and Talia. He was not aware of the true nature of the League, nor would he ever be.

There had been some ridiculous war brewing in the Wizarding world Ra’s son worried about. It was amusing that James tried to hide what was going on from them so Ra’s allowed it. He became distracted though with Bruce Wayne and his nonsense, and for the past few years he had heard nothing.

He better check in.

-

Ra’s stood beside Talia watching as Number Four Pivet Drive burned. In his daughter’s arms his grandson Hari Ra’s Potter was fast asleep. His face covered in bruises, the clothes much to baggy.

Ra’s detested cruelty for cruelty. Training was one matter but casual abuse disgusted him. He was aware his actions towards his other grandson could be seen as abusive. In fact he even acknowledged it probably was. But it had been training. This? This was nothing like that.

“We won’t be taking him,” Talia said, more of a statement than anything. She had loved her younger brother James. He was wildly intelligent and creative with a well hidden cruel streak. Lily had been similar. However she knew how Wizard Magic was to unruly for the League.

“No,” Ra’s agreed. “I believe that Damian may enjoy his cousin living with him.” He did enjoy the brood Bruce collected of misfits after all.

Talia nodded and the two walked away from the burning house, heading towards their private airplane. It would be best to deal with this soon.

-

Bruce Wayne barely looked up at the screen of the Batcomputer when it announced Talia had been detected. She would be visiting Damian.

“Huh,” Tim said from beside his father. “Didn’t she visit last month?” Bruce blinked and looked up at the screen. He had been in space until a week ago, so he’d missed Talia appearing. Why was she coming now?

“Indeed Timothy,” Damian said, the boy having heard the alert from where he’d been doing inventory of their weapons. A punishment duty for him trying to break a classmate’s leg for his uncouth attitude towards Timothy’s sexuality.

Damian had met his Uncle James as a child whom introduced him to Uncle Sirius, Remus and Peter. This interaction, and the knowledge that you could choose family, had primed him towards accepting his brothers. Ra’s had obviously valued merit over age or blood with how James was kept out of the League, so Damian viewed everyone the same. No one was aware of a world where he didn’t accept the others, and instead would fight them. Where he would almost ruin a relationship with Timothy and nearly doom the fragile bonds his second youngest elder brother had with the family.

No, here he had been cautious but open, and a strong bond formed between them all. It had led to the easy finding of Father when he was lost in the time stream, though Timothy got dragged into Grandfather’s notice sadly.

Damian watched as the alert began to approach the Manor. Father sighed and stood up from his chair. Damian quietly began following the man as Timothy typed away at the computer, trying to get camera footage. Not an easy task when Mother did not want to be seen.

Heading up to the Manor proper, Father went to alert Pennyworth as Damian made his way to the lobby. It did not take to much longer for Mother to knock. Pennyworth entered to answer with Father lurking behind him.

Mother stood there with a child in her arms.

“Talia…” Bruce choked.

“He is not ours beloved. He is my nephew from my Father’s youngest James,” Mother said.

“Uncle James married?” Damian couldn’t help but ask. “To Lily I assume?” It couldn’t be anyone else. At age six Damian had heard to much of beautiful Lily he’d actually worked with Uncle Sirius to prank the man into shutting up.

“Indeed. Your Grandfather realized he had not heard from his son in some time, and set out to find why. James is…” Mother hesitated but Damian knew.

“Dead.” Damian said, almost flatly. His chest tightened as he blinked his eyes. Father moved to stand by him, a hand on his shoulder. Damian accepted it quietly. “And my cousin?”

“He was left with Lily’s sister who…” Mother only needed to show the state of the child for them to understand. Fading bruises, to baggy clothes. A splint on his wrist. Father’s face tightened. Damian’s fists clenched and he wanted to hit something.

Preferably the monsters who’d hurt his younger cousin.

“I cannot take care of him.” Talia informed Bruce. He did not hesitate.

“We will take him,” Bruce said. He moved to take the to light boy into his arms. The child stayed asleep. “What is his name?”

“Hari Ra’s Potter. I assume you know of the Wizarding World?” Talia asked.

“I do, Dick is a Squib,” Bruce said as he held Hari.

“There was a war there. Apparently my brother and his wife perished, with Hari being the only survivor. Through a study we discovered that a small soul shard of the killer latched itself onto him. We got rid of it,” Talia said. “Hence his healing sleep.” She smiled with all her teeth. “We will find the others.”

Bruce nodded and moved to stand by his son as Talia left. They would have to tell the rest of the family.

[artistchamp]

Here is more information for this AU which I hope will make sense.

Here are the cannon divergence to the final death order [kiyotaka millionth attempt] and why for this AU:

Chapter 1:

Victim:Makoto

Blackened:Sayaka

[I wanted to have cannon divergence here, as I wanted to illustrate the idea that Kiyotaka Action of becoming the mastermind is slowly effecting the outcome. Despite at this point he is given up hope and trying to enforce the rules or the outcomes set by all the previous attempts as mentioned previously.]

[How I feel like this could occur: I wanted choose either Leon or Sayaka to survive chapter 1. Given how the events of that chapter took place in cannon. its more reasonable to say Leon. As Leon was drawn out in a failed murder attempt. So if he wasn't drawn out. Its safe to say he would have a survived and the next person sayaka COULD have gone for is most likely Makoto.]

[How is he drawn out: I want it again to be as a consequence of Kiyotaka. Subtly. Kiyotaka wouldn't show any reaction to the motive videos of chapter 1. (As he has seen this a million times) Leon plans on conforting Kiyotaka on this and draws him out to have a talk himself. They talk in Leon's room while the murder took place]

(This is the best I could think of for that 😭)

Mukuro lives. But is blocked from access to attending the mastermind room.(cut of any information of whats happening)[Unaware of Junko Death and the New master as kiyotaka is acting like Junko to keep the rules and enforce the idea that there is nothing different]

(WHY DOES SHE LIVE- If you play dangaronpa if. It is stated that she was told to do what she did to monokuma by Junko herself. So without Junko telling her this as [she is dead] and Kiyotaka effectively not knowing that Mukuro was told to do this. As you only learn this in the divergence.She lives and doesn't experience spears of gungir]

Chapter 2-

No victim, No culprit

[REASON-Mondo, Chihiro don't die here. For the simple reason the motive. The motive is about secrets. Kiyotaka lack of knowledge on the stole school memories /so any pre indedictors on what the secrets can be. It is extremely unlike he can carry out this motive unless its pre written. This means both Chihiro and Mondo live. As chihiro was never motivate by the secrets to train and become a man]

[The effect- kiyotaka is in disbelief. He doesn't believe what he wished for. (Mondo survival) had finally occurred. He gets caught up with this in chapter 3. Hence he doesn't go when he is drawn out by celeste/Hifumi. However, in the end he believes. Mondo isnt going to live through it]

Chapter 3-

Victims- Hifumi, Yasuhiro [PROTENTIALLY]

Culpurit- Celestia

(Yasuhiro survival in this au is 50/50 for me. As I am very unsure if celestia couldn't get hifumi to kill kiyotaka. She would get him to kill someone else. If she does. The only reasonable person I can think of is Yasuhiro)

Chapter 4-

Victim-Sakura

Culprit- Sakura

Executed: ????? [Most likely alterego]

[WHY IS IT SAME- as stated previously kiyotaka will try and enforce what has previously occurred to his best ability. Though sakura can longer like mukuro have access to the mastermind lair. She probably expresses to Monokuma [Kiyotaka] that she is the traitor/ kiyotaka has lived through this before in one of his attempts and knows she is the traitor]

Kiyotaka knowledge of his previous attempts about alter ego. Will mostly resort in his execution. Though he wouldn't really have a major role in this narrative.

Chapter 5:

"Victim" -Junko

Executed- Kyoko

Same events of Chapter 5 mostly. But instead of mukuro body being used its junkos. Kyoko is executed in this au as there is no makoto to take her place and like cannon alter ego will not save her.

Chapter 6:

Kiyotaka is eventually caught in the last class trial.... I don't know what's give him away. But mukuro being alived helps.. People learn what happened to Kiyotaka and why he is doing this.. [the only people who believe him are Yasuhiro <potentially being alive>, Mondo and Mukuro] as a self punishment for what he has done... the suffering he has caused.. he executes himself.. to finally set himself free of this cycle. Knowing he succeed in saving Mondo and Chihiro, In one cruel turn of events. (I don't know if someone will try and intervene to save him)

Suviours- Leon,Chihiro, Mondo,Aoi,Mukuro,Byakuya, Toko

Possible suviours- Yasuhiro and Kiyotaka

(I hope I didn't miss anyone lol)

This is just the basic structure of this au. There is more to it. I think it would fun to know the final death order and who's survives this. If there's anything fun you think I should add or change please say and I will. In addition, I can do art of this if asked.

Here is a mastermind kiyotaka ishimaru idea:

Kiyotaka is one of few people in the trigger happy havoc cast who wouldn't start as a mastermind under any circumstance. Unless during these Games, he lost all hope. Here is a interesting concept of why: All based on this

This au would involve around these Time machine actually being real. But just like Makoto or us (the player) no matter how many times he restarts the game to try and save his friends. He can't save his friends..He can't save Mondo. This would result in him slowly losing his mind and himself in the process as seen by the game he can't take losing Mondo once. He would lose his mind if he is forced to live through mondo death hundereds of times no matter what he does.

However, as a result of going back hundereds of times. He learns more and more information about the killing game. He eventually learns about Junko and after the sheer amount of times he was put under the despair of losing his friends over and over due to her. He 💀 her and takes her place as the mastermind. As too him there is no point of trying to change anyone's fate anymore and he will live and enforce the rules that the killing game set for him and everyone else.

[I can do art to explain more of this]

[christ-with-a-why]

i got a puppy and she's obviously adorable but oh my god i'm exhausted

[saturnniidae]

I think Astrid Hofferson has a bad case of the 'my childhood was wasted, I grew up too fast for something ultimately proven pointless.' Syndrome and that she deserves to get to do silly things she missed out on and take up new hobbies, even if she's not particularly good at them–it's purely for the experience yknow, and learn to finally breathe no longer needing to be on constant high alert and get to be truly happy

[jewishvitya]

So many feelings about Alucard.

About how he's so kind and willing to help. Even after being betrayed, he was quick to go to the next people asking him to save them.

About how he says he's not used to people, but he isn't used to solitude either. He's used to having his parents alive. He never got to properly grieve his mom before he had to kill his dad. And they both loved him. He was loved and he had to lose her and kill him.

Next part is more negative hfsgsjjgsd and not just about Alucard

I hate Sumi and Taka. Alucard went from crying in a way that I thought looked like relief, to sobbing on the floor of his old bedroom, all because they were absolute idiots. Imagine asking for help learning how to be vampire hunters, both how to fight and how to use magic, and not expecting this training to take YEARS. Why are you si fixated on moving the fucking castle. Alucard didn't need to hold back to keep you there, teaching you would take time anyway. They spoke about how he's the reason the vampire that tormented them is dead, he saved humanity and got nothing in return but loneliness, and then they turn on him like that. Cruel and completely fucking stupid. Most pointless reason to die. Idiots.

Thinking about how people don't hesitate to leave him alone. Sypha and Trevor just... go away, without thinking twice about it. Sumi and Taka read malice into the fact that he enjoys having them around. When Sypha decides to leave in the ending, he says she should stay, and she says she can't only have one person. Didn't seem to cross her mind that he won't even have that. I'm not saying they should have stayed. I'm saying they didn't seem to even think about him and what it would do to him to be alone for such extended periods of time. I'm glad the ending went the way it did. He wasn't meant for solitude. Even if he'll always be lonely, outliving everyone, he should always have people around who care about him.

I don't like Issac. He's like "I brought here the monstrosities that have been killing people with the goal of extermination, bit I said I'm just passing through and the people still don't want me around with them. Clearly this is proof of the evil nature of humanity, and it shows they deserve to die." I just find him annoying.

I hate Saint Germain. I know he was manipulated, but as a result of his actions Alucard lost his old bedroom. That place meant something. It held memories. Both of his childhood, and of killing his dad and losing the last bit of family he had. It's where he went to cry. And I can't forgive him for Alucard's expression when he saw him trapping his parents in the Rebis body. Never seen him look that completely horrified, he looked frozen in place with horror. And he had to watch his friend kill his parents. That didn't need to happen!!

Watched Castlevania. I love Alucard.

[sanchoyo]

watching a lot of cooking videos lately (great for background noise while working) and just saw one where a cat hops on the KITCHEN COUNTER while the lady is cooking 🤢 that is disgusting do ppl rly let their animals up there!! that kitty has stepped in its litter box maam!!! or it could shed on that counter!!! and you're prepping food up there rn!! ew!!!

[aizenat]

I am literally watching in real time yall Taylor swift that fucking channel rook chick into a lasting famous career highly undeserved like the Kanye moment at the 09 vmas did for her. Yall running to play captain save a hoe to a girl who admittedly doesn’t want to be as famous as she’s gotten, who doesn’t know how to separate herself from her “project” her own damn self then wants to cry foul when her failure to properly articulate herself (the irony of being a pop star whose entire schtick is all about being loud and unapologetic with who you are while singing music that is supposed to be about self expression being unable to properly express herself in interviews and tik tok follow ups isn’t lost on me) gets her in some hot water.

And the thing is no one who is a chaperone fan is going to stop listening from her statements. Cancel culture isn’t real and yall will always find an excuse for her. The way yall try to revisionist history Miley getting called out by Nicki Minaj like Miley was being hella racist and appropriative during that time, THUS why Nicki called her out, but yall wanna defend her like she was baby just minding her business when a mean evil old ass black woman embarrassed her wah wah. Like Miley isn’t a nepo baby who would and was good after that.

This situation would have blown over next week, but here comes everyone running to defend the poor white female stuck in a well she climbed in, and the whole world gotta stop to lament on how we are just expecting too much for her to be mindful of not repeating stupid hyper online takes. But more annoying is this behavior means now if she does do anything truly worth criticizing, we can’t because yall will write it off as ppl just hating on a successful woman. And the fans get more fanatical in her defense, and then we’re stuck with her for 15 years where she’ll release her own uninspired version of the tortured poets and yall will try to gaslight us into pretending it’s great (like yall already are about that boring attempt at art).

Like yall are so annoying with this shit. Imagine if yall cared half as much about defending black women and supporting black female artists as yall do these mediocre white acts who will continue to be fine thanks to the monster machine of the white supremacist media that loved (and had been itching for) a new white girl to obsess over. Shut up with the discourse every time that girl puts her foot in her mouth so she can fall back into the obscurity she was born to live in. Jfc.

[lisbonsteresa]

oh it's horrible; i love it

[silverselfshippingchaos]

could cozy up to me- ahem

[locrianking]

nothing pisses me off more than how figure skating reporters/news will constantly and intentionally leave out important details of stories in order to produce ragebait for people who don’t know anything about figure skating

[whydoifeelthisquiet]

I’m going to say it

[5-htagonist]

okkkk but demon king!dungeon lord!laios wherein Something Something happens and laios not only devours the lion inheriting the kingdom................ but perhaps the lions curse manifests differently too....

[bi-writes]

thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

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Someone sent an anonymous ask about Soap being all whiny and jealous, complaining to Simon about how lucky he is to have such a pretty, curvy girl and Tumblr swallowed it 😫 (This is gonna be a 2 parter)

Warnings: nsfw, threesome, sub soap and reader, dom ghost, training, voyeurism

But I can imagine Ghost would be so sick and tired of it. Johnny's constantly yapping like the mutt he truly is: "Yer a lucky man, LT. Findin' a pretty bird like that." "Where'd ye get her? Need to find one for myself." "She as soft as she sounds?"

Ghost wants to snap at him for talking about you like that - he shouldn't be talking about you at all. But he knows the poor man is just lonely, aching to have something soft and supple like you. Your smiling face smushed between Ghost's fingers when you come to drop off the lunch he forgot. The jeans that fit snuggly around your ass and thighs, the shirt that hugs the swell of your breasts, stretched thin as it barely contains them... poor Johnny boy can't help but whine at the sight of something so appetizing, so soft and warm right there - he's jealous of his LT. How did someone so hard around the edges pluck something so sweet?

Simon hates to see him so upset, pouting in the corner like a scolded puppy as you stare at your boyfriend with stars in your eyes. Johnny could have a girl, but he gets overeager: fucking them on the first date, leaving them sore and bitten and tearful. He's too rough, and they're quick to excuse themselves, fleeing the next morning and blocking him from all social media.

Johnny needs to learn to be patient and gentle with his toys. He's nice enough to let the sergeant practice with his own pretty girl, and you're more than happy to assist Soap with his green-eyed monster.

After a nice dinner at his LT's house, served by you - along with some bronze, liquid courage - Johnny sits on the recliner, chatting with Ghost, who's relaxed on the sofa. You enter the living room and stand next to Simon, biting your lip excitedly and staring between the two of them. Simon wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to sit on the arm of the sofa.

"Y' think she's pretty?" He asks Johnny, who blinks.

Gorgeous. Comely. Ravishing. "Course I do." He responds plainly, trying not to get worked up over the way you're perched next to his LT so prettily.

"Yea, you do..." Simon mutters, squeezing the flesh at your thigh. "What's it you said? 'She must look nice, spillin' out my hands’?"

Soap is nothing short of mortified. His eyes are wide, staring back at Simon - he doesn't know what to say. He said those things within the secrecy of his conversation with his lieutenant - he didn't expect him to repeat it outside of that bubble, let alone in front of you, the person in question.

"N' what else was it? 'Need t' have a pretty li'l wife with a rack like that to lay my head-"

"Simon!!"

Soap finally glares at his LT, his fingers digging into his own thighs. His heart is pounding in his chest. Is Ghost trying to get you to hate him?

You giggle and stand upright. "It's ok, Johnny." You coo, slowly walking over to him with your hands behind your back. "I like it. It means you like me."

Soap has little time to do anything but grunt when you swing a leg over his thighs and seat yourself in his lap. Your cleavage is right there, just inches from his face, and he can feel the bare skin of your thighs burning through his trousers.

"Help me take this off?" You tug at the skirt of your dress, looking down at him with those innocent, glossy eyes.

He can't breathe. His clothes are too hot and too tight, his cock nearly choking in the confines of his pants. He looks to his lieutenant for help - Ghost just smiles, like he's watching his favorite porn. He might be, depending on how this plays out.

"Go on, Johnny. Slowly."

Johnny wants to be anything but slow, once he realizes his best friend is showing you off like a collectible toy. He looks back up at you, watching the way your plump lip catches between your teeth. He carefully reaches around, grabbing the back of your neckline and tugging the zipper down - slowly, as he was instructed. He can barely focus on the movement with your breasts right there, imagining what they'd taste like between his warm lips. The shoulders of your dress fall away, revealing the lacy bra you're wearing. He looks up at you, drool pooling under his tongue as you slide your hands over his shoulders, one coming around to play with the base of his mohawk.

"You can take it off." You whisper.

He wastes no time, his hands smoothing up your back and unclasping your bra in one motion. He helps you pull it from your shoulders - your breasts, round and full, now pressing against his chest. He wants to touch. He needs to touch.

He shoots a hungry, pleading look to Ghost - he nods back at Soap, which is all the sergeant needs to absolve his filthy behavior. He closes your breast in his palm, eyes hazy as he takes your nipple into his warm mouth. He hardly has to move his head forward because you lean into his mouth, your fingers grasping at his hair and your back arching deliciously. Johnny groans, using one hand to dig his fingers into the thick flesh at your hips, and his other to press his palm against your lower back. He shifts himself down as his tongue swirls around your nipple, groans leaving his throat and reverberating against the bud, quickly hardening from his ministrations. You sound so sweet, high-pitched coos and soft breaths pouring from between your lips as you press your weight against Soap, shoving your breast as far into his mouth as he can take. You kiss the crown of his head, whispering a good boy against his skin.

He practically whines, bucking his hips upwards, relishing in how your body grounds him into the sofa cushions. He releases your breast with a pop and quickly takes the other one into his hand, sealing his lips over it with a hum. He looks up at you through wanting, begging eyes as you toss your head back, squeezing your thighs around his hips. His tongue undulates against your stiffening peak, slobbering around the underside of your breast as he gives you another experimental jerk of his hips. You gasp, rolling your hips back down onto him and staring at him with your lust-blown pupils.

His cock is demanding to be let free. He's going to fuck you hard, he's going to pound you into the chair until you're begging, showing his LT just how much of a good boy he is. He's never felt this blazing forest fire within his veins, setting off nerve after nerve and burning a trail right down to his hard, throbbing member.

He hooks his fingers into the hem of your soaked panties, fully intending to rip them off - but you quickly grab his wrist and yank his hand away. He looks at you, blinking through his trance as a look of confusion settles on his face. "Wha's wrong?"

You giggle his expression - the sound goes straight to his tip with another rush of blood. "These are for Simon." you whisper, slowly pushing yourself off of Soap's lap. He lets his arms fall to his sides with a desperate look, letting you back away, right into Ghost's waiting lap.

"Gonna show ya a thing or two, Johnny." he says, pulling you back to his chest. "Teach ya a few tricks, maybe you'll be able t' keep a woman longer than a day." he pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flicks it open. The blade drags down over your belly - you chew your lip as it electrifies your skin, the tip sliding lower and lower until he's running it over your pussy. The fabric is soaked as he lingers there, the sharp edge barely separated from your cunt by your flimsy, drenched panties.

You stare at Soap, not once breaking eye contact as Ghost slices through the fabric. Soap's mouth is agape in disbelief and lust, enamored by the sight before him. He can't tear his eyes from the view of your sopping, glistening pussy, watching as Simon slides his thick fingers over your folds. He catches his thumb under the hood of your clit and you jolt, shooting a hand down to grab his wrist - but he doesn't stop. You whine and mewl, leaning your head back against his shoulder as he flicks the bud, strumming over it slowly.

He stares Soap in the eyes, watching his reaction. "Alright there, Johnny?"

He's drooling, mouth hung open, hypnotized by the way your muscles clench with each stroke of Simon’s thumb. “… Aye…” he manages to say – his fingers dig into the cushions beneath him as he tries to control the urge to tear across the room and drive his cock into your cunt, fucking you against his lieutenant’s chest the way you deserve: rough and hard. Simon’s been teasing you too long; you need to be ravaged, orgasm after orgasm pulled from you, faster than you can think.

“Let me have a go, yea?” he says boldly, looking at Simon with desperation. “That’s what this is, right? Ye want me to fuck ‘er nice? I’ll do it. I’ll do it, sir – I’ll take good care of her-“

“No you won’t.” Simon interjects before the dog can get too riled up. His fingers are now strumming up and through your folds, and you’re panting and staring at Johnny with needy desire. “’S why you can’t keep anyone. You’re too eager.”

The truth shoots through Soap’s chest like an arrow, and he meets Simon’s gaze. He’s obviously rock-hard in his trousers, he won’t even attempt to hide it. Simon’s got a cocky, knowing smirk on his face, and you… poor you is just wishing Simon would spit out what he wants to say, so the three of you could get on with the show.

“Gonna teach you a few secrets, sergeant.” Simon says, and Soap isn’t sure what to think about having his rank used in this situation. “My girl needs to cum.” He pulls his fingers away from you – you whine in frustration, but are quickly silenced when two, thick digits are stuffed into your mouth. You obediently clean off your own slick with your tongue, looking back down at Johnny with a heavy, lidded stare.

“I’ll make her cum.” Soap says quickly. If this is a matter of whether or not he can make someone cum, he’ll pass that test easily.

“You’ll do it right.” Simon growls. “Need to understand the difference between getting’ your cock wet and pleasuring ‘er. ‘S my girl ‘n I won’t have you roughhousing ‘er. Got it?”

Soap’s throat bobs as he swallows. It was another task, another order from his superior. He clears his mind of any preprogrammed, lustful thoughts, sent straight to his brain from his achingly hard member – this wasn’t about him. It was about following instructions. He was a good soldier, he could do that much.

“Yes sir.”

Simon nods. He shifts hips, pulling his fingers from your lipsand grabbing your hips. You grab his forearms for support as he spreads his muscular thigs, forcing your legs farther apart as they rest on either side of his knees. Slick dribbles down from your pussy and onto Simon’s length, which is about to tear a hole through his pants.

“Then get to it. Sick of hearin’ you yap all day about not bein’ able to keep a girl. Put your mouth to good use – we’re about to fix that.”