#even ones i don't like i couldn't in my good conscience hate.

[sciderman]

Speaking of music blasphemy, I saw a tiktok a while ago asking what everyone’s most hated song was and so many people said Kokomo?!!??

literally who the fuck are these people

[maluustrawberry]

Undesirable encounter

(Claude Frollo X Female reader)

Synopsis: You were the new seamstress in Paris and Frollo suspects that you were harboring Romani in your shop. It looks like your first start was more tense than you expected...

A/n: I confess that I am in love with the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and I especially love the book. I hope you readers like it, and if you want to give me tips I accept (you can correct me too) If you want other Disney characters, you can ask me💕.

Part.2 (Final)

(Guys, I don't know if you know, but the word "gypsy" is a slur and should not be used, the correct one is "Roma" Or "Romani people" I put "Gypsy" only in Frollo's lines since you know the type of person he is.)

It was just another ordinary day in Paris, you had arrived in the city a few months ago and worked as a dressmaker. You immediately became known for the beautiful dresses you produced for the girls and the beautiful clothes for the boys too. You had an excellent aesthetic sense.

But what you had in the way of talent, you also had in the way of kindness. When you heard about the persecution of the Romani people, you felt touched by the situation and decided to help them. It was very risky, but you weren't going to stand by and let it happen like the other citizens of Paris were doing, letting themselves be manipulated by Frollo and his hate speeches. There was a basement in your house that you used to store fabric and sewing materials. You took advantage of that room to help some Romani hide in case of emergency if they were being chased by the guards and if there was no time to run to the court of miracles.

And so it went on, you were extremely careful not to leave any traces, until one day or another these "rumors" ended up reaching the judge.

You were sewing up the sleeves of a client's dress, which had been placed in the moulage to make it easier for you to work, and your attention now turned to the bell that rang as soon as the door was opened. Immediately, the atmosphere of the place changed when you saw who had entered. You knew those clothes, the face worn by age and you couldn't forget that look of superiority and pride, because himself thought he was important and better than everyone because of his opposition and faith. Looking behind those glass windows, you could also see some of his men at the front of the store:

“Bonjour, madame.” Frollo said sternly, snapping you out of your thoughts. That thick, authoritative voice gave you the creeps. “I'd like to know who owns this establishment. Your husband is here?”

“A-Ah! Good morning...” You forced a smile and stuck the needle into the moulage so you wouldn't lose it. “Your Honor, I'm the owner, and no, I don't have a husband.”

As you said this, the judge looked you up and down with contempt. Of course, in the 16th century, a young woman like you not being married was a disgrace to society, and on top of that, being able to read and owning your own business was even worse. You weren't tense or nervous with him in your store, on the contrary, you were so calm... After all, you cleaned out the basement and removed any evidence as soon as a family of Romani's moved out recently:

“I've received information that you've been harboring gypsies in your house and I'm here to find out the facts, have you been harboring gypsies?” He got straight to the point.

“No, sir.” You pretended to be as honest as possible, fortunately you were good at lying.

“You know that if you lie, the sentence for insubordination is death...” He moved closer in an attempt to intimidate her.

“My conscience is clear. You have permission to investigate my store, since my words don't apply to you.”

“If I wasn't allowed to, seamstress, I'd still make a point of searching this place from top to bottom, whether you agree or not.”

The older man signaled for some of his men to enter the store before you could protest or complain. Since you were the only one who seemed to have enough courage to go against the judge's ideas when you were right. They went in and started rummaging around for clues, looking everywhere, even under the skirts of the dresses on the mannequins.

Frollo looked you up and down in an nothing unobtrusive way, you didn't notice the glances, but as soon as you did, it gave you the creeps and you avoided looking back at him. He had never noticed you in the city before and he noticed your accent, deducing that you might be a foreigner. The judge couldn't take his eyes off you, you were a very beautiful woman and seemed so delicate, and it seems that some feeling awakened in him when he saw that you were without gloves and your dress showed your shoulders. He came out of his thoughts when a guard approached:

"Sir, we've looked everywhere and found nothing..." Being a clever woman, an idea came to your mind: perhaps it would be better if they looked at everything to leave you alone.

"Have you looked in my basement, gentlemen?" you asked, kicking the rug that hid the small door in the wooden floor of your store.

Frollo was suspicious, but sent his men in to search every corner of the small cellar. Fortunately, they didn't find anything either, just sewing materials and expensive fabrics. After looking around in vain, the men left the store, leaving you and the judge alone:

“I apologize for this inconvenience.” He said as you went to the moulage to finish the dress.

“You shouldn't believe every rumor out there, Your Honor, not all of them can be true.” You said politely. “but apologies accepted, I know it was for the good of Paris and you care a lot about the city.”

Returning to work, you thought he would leave after all that had happened and notice you "busy" sewing, but no, he stayed in the store while walking slowly around analyzing his surroundings:

“This basement...” He pointed to the carpet above the small door. “Why was it hidden?”

“I don't see the need to show everyone that I have a basement here.” You replied nonchalantly. “and besides, I think that old door would spoil the pretty look of my store.”

Frollo didn't seem to believe in that very much, but you shrugged and continued sewing. There were a few seconds of silence, you could only hear his footsteps coming towards you and could feel that man's gaze on you all the time, causing you a certain nervousness or fear. What did he want anyway?

“Do you want anything else?” you asked in an attempt to break the silence and take your mind off the discomfort of feeling his gaze on you, stopping your sewing and looking at him now.

“I just want you to know.” He said, standing close and looking at her with disgust. “I'll keep an eye on you, I won't trust a literate, single woman so easily... I know women of your kind.”

“I don't think who I am or what I do has anything to do with helping... Ouch!” You interrupted yourself with pain when you felt the needle pierce your finger. It was normal for this to happen when were working with sewing, but it had never been this deep, Maybe it happened because of the anger you was feeling at that moment.

Immediately you dropped the needle out of sheer instinct, and in a quick and daring moment Frollo grabbed your hand with a certain amount of force, bringing it in front of his face, which had a small smile of satisfaction on it. The judge was a sadomasochist, he enjoyed seeing someone in pain, especially when it was someone he thought deserved such a punishment. You were shocked by his attitude, you weren't expecting it and didn't know how to react. What was he doing? Frollo continued to hold your hand, watching the small drop of blood ooze from your pricked finger, but his attention wasn't just there, it was on your fingers, your soft skin and the sensation it brought when you touched it with the contact of the warm hand and his, which was a little cold:

“What are you doing?” You asked, with a bit of hatred for such a vulgar and daring attitude, and he laughed a little.

“What would the church think of a woman exposing her bare hands in front of a high-ranking man like me?” You had no reaction for fear. Gradually his fingers entwined in yours and you saw that his eyes went to your small cleavage and your bare shoulders. “And it's not just your hands that are exposed...”

You quickly pulled your hand free and he looked at you incredulously:

“My hands are only exposed because I can't wear gloves when I sew, and you still don't have the right to do that. It's in the Bible; If your eye or your hand causes you to sin, throw it away!” A small smile came to Frollo's face when he heard that.

“So bold... It's typical of women like you to turn away from guilt in order to confuse men's minds with pagan thoughts, but that doesn't matter any more...”

He walked away, heading for the door to leave, but first his attention turned to you:

“It was a nice chat, seamstress... I want you to make me a cloak and sew me a pair of gloves, I'll be expecting you to deliver them tomorrow night.”

After saying that, he left, leaving you with no reaction to what had just happened. You were angry, but at the same time relieved that he hadn't found out. As soon as he left, you stared at your hand, which he touched and intertwined with his large, thin fingers. You'd have to be more careful now, he'd be stalking you and the reason wouldn't just be because he suspected you of helping the Romani people, it would be because of something else and you know exactly what it was and what his intentions were...

End...

[marionluth]

Okay, Jason Todd question/ramble session...

So I saw this post on Reddit about Jason and who would be a good sidekick for him. I read through the comments and saw many different perceptions about it, and a certain question formed in my mind.

Do you think Jason hated/regretted that he became Robin a sidekick/vigilante? Are there comic or movie references that support this claim?

Bear with me because I need to give you some context to make the question make sense.

Ok, so the answers in that post were for the most part comments of the general premise "He'd never want a sidekick, because he died as a sidekick and he wouldn't in good conscience agree to bring a child into this role".

And like... My perception is WAY different, but I'm always down to hear what others think, especially considering I'm not as well-versed in the canon as others.

So, first things first, I know he canonically HAD a Sidekick, Scarlet. I haven't read their story, but I've read about them and checked out some comic panels back when I first heard about her existence. So that alone tells me, he's definitely not totally against the idea. Though I don't know how their story ends or why and if maybe by the end of it we see him change opinions.

Then, also, the claim that he wouldn't because he died as a sidekick and he wouldn't bring a child into this... Just sits a bit wrong with me. Because... I don't think he ever hated that he became Robin.

I mean, maybe he did in a broader sense of "I wish I had never met Bruce" but I don't think he actively hated/regretted the vigilante/sidekick gig. I think he loved being Robin. That doesn't cancel his traumatic end-of-the-gig, don't get me wrong. But like... I think he can very well tell the difference of hating Joker and what he did to him, and hating what Bruce didn't do for him and how he couldn't be enough for him, and at the same time not equating these two things with generally being Robin.

And I don't know if he really ever states he's against children vigilantes. I mean, I can see him being against Bruce having more children/teen vigilantes, but like... I guess I'm not so sure he'd care that much about the young sidekicks premise in general?

Yeah, so that's where and how the question kinda formed.

If we consider the apparently popural perception of him "never doing this because of his own traumatic death as a child vigilante and never wanting to bring children into the life" ... Does that mean he actually hated being Robin?

Again, I'm seeking to hear out others' perceptions and opinions. I'M NOT claiming mine is "better" or "the right one" (is there even such a thing when we're talking character perceptions?). It's the very reason I make this post, trying to consolidate how I feel about this, too.

So, please, people-well-versed-in-canon, help! Share your thoughts, opinions, perceptions. Panels even, if you have them.

I don't know how many this will reach, or if anyone will actually bother reading, but would love to hear from as many of you as possible!

[jacevelaryonswife]

Golden and Silver, my new colors | part five

“I don't want to continue being negligent, not to you, not to our child, not to us. You deserve more than I've been offered.”

∴pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

∴warnings and a note: slight angst, is there a light at the end of the tunnel?

golden and silver masterlist

You thought you'd get better sleep after Aemond leaves your chambers. Not only that, you also thought you'd feel better when you vocalized your torment directly to the main perpetrator. Two mistakes in a short amount of time. Your husband didn't stay in the room long after the fight, taking some of the thick, suffocating fog that formed with your harsh words. You didn't even know why so many tears gathered in your eyes and fell like a sizable rain. What was the problem? Some of the weight was finally lifted from your shoulders and thrown to the wind (or to Aemond). You wanted to say all that, there was no doubt about that, so why was your heart so heavy?

Why did it take him so long to apologize? Why do we only worry after the loss?

There was no doubt about the reasons that made you sad, but you thought that due to your new condition of confronting your problems on an equal basis with the causers, such feelings would no longer affect you. You were wrong again. Why couldn't he be a better husband sooner? Why didn't he care? Why didn't you deserve attention and dedication?

The same anguish, unhappiness and knot that made your chest cold and your head spin returned in that moment, bringing the question that it would be easier to give in to him, to them. But then again, why did everything depend on sacrifice? Haven't you tried hard enough? Haven't you tried hard enough for him?

For him, you were crying for him, because of him, why he wasn't able to try to love you.

That night you cried yourself to sleep, fitful and restless, but your pain was shared with someone on the other side of the red fortress: your husband.

Aemond didn't want to hold back the frustration that burned every part of his body from the inside out, so after leaving your chambers in heavy strides the one-eye principle made his way to the training yard to release the turmoil that filled it. He was aware of the negligent posture he adopted from the first moment, the intentional lack of interest, the inability to return affection, heavens, he knew that you, his sweet lady didn’t deserve such treatment and that only his attitude changed when your pregnancy was announced. He knew that he had been a flawed and neglectful husband, his conscience didn’t leave him unharmed in this regard. However, knowing about it didn't compare to being told by his wife that he was the problem, that she didn't want the child in the womb, that she hated him.

You hated him.

The feeling alone sank him further.

Hate was what he felt for Lucerys and Jacaerys Velaryon, for his at times father, for Aegon at times, for life, for being the second son...

He hated many things, but not you. He never hated you.

However, what had he done to receive your love or any minimally good feeling? Where’s the duty? Where’s sacrifice?

You were right in your previous statements. He was the problem, and he hated it.

Fetching one of the straw forms the children used for training, Aemond positioned it in the middle of the courtyard before picking up his sword, not caring about shredding the material with heavy blows for long minutes, nor the noise he was making — although he hated to be caught in such a situation. However, his flaming shadow did not go unnoticed by the restless corridors of the Red Keep, especially by one of his grandfather's spies, Otto Hightower, who had watched intently the earlier movement in the King's hall. A man like him couldn't afford such a scandal or a dysfunctional family, especially losing support at a time as critical as this one.

“My prince,” he announced his presence, bringing Aemond to a halt — still with his back turned.

“Grandfather,” he lowered his head subtly, dropping his sword to the ground before turning away.

“Marriage problems?”

He didn't answer, still looking down, breaking continuity.

“Women can be exceptionally sensitive sometimes, especially during pregnancy, but you as a husband must resolve this situation, and you know that. Is not so hard as seems, just soothe her, please her, captivate the passion between you.”

“I don't think she has an interest in that."

“She doesn’t have?"

"… I tried."

“And how long did she try?” Otto inquired. “How long did you try to claim a dragon before you conquered Vhagar? Has the idea of giving up ever crossed your mind? No, because you’re not a quitter, and you’re not giving up on your marriage.”

“And what am I supposed to do? Because do I think she isn’y interested in my apologies?” Aemond asked irritably.

“Of course she is. Women can be prouder than you think. She's hurt, give it time to heal, but don't be negligent.”

And how was he supposed to do that? It was what the prince wanted to ask, but he was too proud to ask. But what noble person wasn't?

“Know her tastes, be participatory, invite her to fly, you’re the smartest, for sure must find good alternatives to reverse the situation.”

Looking at the elder for the first time, Aemond nodded mutely. Watching him go with a condescending smile. Although he was obstinate to learn new things, it seemed too complicated to get into your cocoon, into your mind, to discover your desires and flaws, your expectations and secrets. Even though he was scared, angry, and guilty, the one-eye prince was a persistent man. After mulling over his next steps, he returned more calmly to your chambers, watching a few figures along the corridor and ignoring them. Aemond had long ago promised himself not to let himself be affected by anyone, or to show vulnerability, but between us, for a person on the threshold between reason and reaction it was a difficult duty, so when he stood in his white clothes of bed and lay down next to you, he moved closer than he should have to your body, one hand brushing back the hair that covered your face.

He wouldn't waste any more time, not anymore.

“You were right about what you said, about everything you said. After your pregnancy I decided to try to be a better husband, it was unfair with your efforts. You were also right about me being the problem with this all happening. I don't want to continue being negligent, not to you, not to our child, not to us. You deserve more than I've been offered,” he said, as low as a whisper, “I know you don't want me, but please, I can't take peace knowing I've failed you, my lady wife.”

In something he didn't know how to recognize, in a need for comfort he didn't know he needed to receive, Aemond hugged your body from behind and buried his face in your hair, getting so close to you that he almost shivered. Although he was stubborn, he didn't know what to do to break through the barrier of pain that protected and afflicted your heart. How could he make you forgive him? How could he prove himself worthy of your trust?

“I'm so sorry,” he said again, confiding in you before closing his eyes.

“Thank you.”

You said sleepily, confused about what to feel, confused about the tightness in your chest, confused about him. You still harbored resentment and sadness over him, unhappiness at it’s most palpable. Where was the hatred that burned just hours ago? Where was all your fury?

Your response startled him, causing him to stiffen fully behind you, body tense as if he'd done something forbidden.

“But be assured I won't make it easy for you, settle for less than I deserve, deal with your cold shoulder again, husband, or you can be sure I'll never speak to you again. Maybe this is a chance, I don't know yet, but don't make me regret it.”

He wondered at all times if he should get away from you, respect your space, respect your pain, but he didn't want to, didn't want to be away from the warmth of your skin and the human comfort he didn't know he needed for so long.

“I won't, my lady, I won't. I swear to you, I won't let you down again.”

That was the first night of sleep that your bodies were together, just as it should be. And luckily or not, you both slept better after that.

The next morning, you’re slow to wake up, feeling deathly tired and not wanting to get up. He was still hugging you like a cat even though he was awake.

It didn't take long for you to ruminate over last night's events. Confused about what you should do with your wounded pride and bruised heart. You believed you’d never forgive him, but there you were, considering a chance to honor his word. Much for his honesty in confirming his mistakes and shortcomings towards you. Perhaps it was the pregnancy symptoms, as the meisters spoke earlier, or perhaps it was just your old submissiveness wanting you to accept crumbs. No, you wouldn't take that again.

“Good morning,” he said, you didn't answer.

Your breathing was deep, sitting up in bed as you considered what should do, looking at the ethereal form of your husband with the white-robed. He was a very handsome man, but that didn't make you stay in bed, getting up to walk to the breakfast table. He followed calmly when he saw you sit down, taking the place in front of him. It wasn't his intention to smother you, but he just wanted to show that he was trying.

“I waited until you woke up so we could have breakfast,” he said.

You nodded silently at first, followed by a low thank you, before looking up at him. Although none of you fully understood what the weight in both eyes meant, it didn't go unnoticed by you.

“May I hold your hand?” He asked.

You nodded again.

“I want you to know that I meant all that yesterday. I don't intend to let you down again.”

“Why?"

You asked, unable to keep it up any longer.

“Why didn't you do this sooner?” Completed.

He lowered his gaze, running his thumb over your hand. “Because I was stupid. It was not my wish to marry now, even though I agreed to do my duty. I also didn't want to let anyone get too close to me, so I just… did what I did. I knew it was wrong, I always had, but it didn't stop me anyway. I know it's contradictory to say that it wasn't my intention to hurt you so deeply when I saw that frustrated and helpless look in each new approach, but I never wanted things to come to this, I never wanted to leave you like this.

You took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. “That was all I wanted to hear a few weeks ago, many weeks in fact. I really tried for you, Aemond, and I can't say I don't understand your limitations on opening up, but do you know how tiring it was to deal with a cold steel I call a husband? You never gave me a break, and even I should remedy the situation, keep humiliating myself, because it's a wife's duty to keep her husband in love,” you said. “I just got tired. I lived a life of subservience and 4 months were enough to break all of that, everything involving our marriage was actually enough. That's not all bad, because of that I allowed myself to feel things beyond the call of duty, not to accept your apology right away and not to live in your shadow as a squire. I don't know if I can forgive you, because it's still a wound so raw and fresh, so exposed and painful, I know I can't forgive you now. But maybe, maybe I can give it a chance.”

His heart heated aggressively and his breathing became ragged, closing his eye before stating, "And I will wait patiently, my lady."

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[steppenwolfslair]

Some thoughts on Caterina

I will add some two cents into the Caterina discussion because I've been thinking about it as someone who also grew up in a very matriarchal culture and family. Now I will say immediately that they don't show Caterina enough for anything to hold actual water which is a giant flaw of this game for me. My main insights into her come from Tevinter nights.

I have a very difficult time calling anything Caterina does as ''love'', I definitely have issues when people say she is both abusive AND a loving grandmother as if these things are separated by a barrier and don't necessarily mix. Unless we are calling her love the twisted, egotistical, corrupted kind of ''love'' I will not give her that characterization. We know from the WMJ that Lucanis assumes his training was to make both him and Illario survive in their world which stands and makes sense. Their whole family was wiped out and Caterina is making sure that never happens again.

If we go into this assuming the absolute very best of Caterina and say she is like this because of her great loss, she did what she did because she never wanted her grandsons to witness the same, because she herself didn't want to witness that tragedy again. That she had to steel every inch of herself and do what needed to be done to survive. If we take all of this into account (and this is all one assumption mind you because she could also just be an overly ambitious, narcissistic and manipulative authority who is trying to make sure the Dellamortes name never sees sunset) we are still left with a woman who beat down children with her cane and starved them.

I cannot in any good conscience give her that benefit of the doubt. Even if i assume the very best about her intentions and reasoning this woman tortured her grandsons and i couldn't give a damn about her.

Every abuser has a reason and it is often ''love'''.

And if anyone tries to pull the culture card on me don't even try i lived it. I don't need to understand or look at anything here. Your experience on how you dealt with domestic abuse and your abuser is your own. This is a real issue, it mirrors a very real experience and people are allowed to have the reaction to it and her that they have.

And if you have a problem with people hating her because they witnessed the same type of abuse irl and are therefore being ''unfair to her'' you can shove it :P

[calisources]

THE ONE WITH THE FACE OF AN ANGEL. all sentences and quotes were taken from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. all lines are by Angel and his soulless self, Angelus, so be warned a few of these are explicit or allude to sexual acts or have double meaning. change names, pronouns and locations (and ages) as you see fit.

That Slayer...she's a pistol.

I wanna torture you. I used to love it, and it's been such a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even have chainsaws.

Hey! Who's a guy gotta kill to get a drink around here?!

How sweet that virgin tasted, the fresh smell of a newborn's neck. My first nun - now that's a great story.

As for you, you luscious thing. I mean, you were going to let me out of that cage, so, let's see. I'll give you, what, a ten second start.

Don't be jealous, kitten. She's just the warm-up. I'll save the good stuff for you.

Angel,I love you,but I can't be with you...you ate babies...chicks.

The rumors are true. Angel has left the building, and I am back.

What won't I miss? The moralizing. Soul's already in the ether, boyo. I can smell it.

Tell you what. I'll torture ya for a few unbelievably long hours, and you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you.

Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments.

If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.

Kill you? Why would I kill you when I can live off you for a month?

I don't want to share my feelings.I don't want to open up. I want to find the guy who killed Tina and look him in the eye.

Are you mad at me for being around too much or not being around enough?

I don't need strength. I just need the sun to rise.

I hated the girls back then.especially the noble women...they were just incredibly dull.

They have no taste for the undead. Not that a sting would do me any damage, it's just... tonight's special.

There's a lot I don't understand. I do know it's important to keep fighting. I learned that from you.

My people, before I was changed, they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring.

Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody.

I'm sorry. I wanted to take you out somewhere fun. It's been a long time since I've been to the movies. They've changed.

How can we be together if the cost is your life, or the lives of others? I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure - if I could do it if I woke up with you one more morning.

Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... what it'd be like... to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man.

Don't... I don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm? Do you?

Sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you, it's... Actually, it is that I don't trust you.

I can walk like a man but I'm not one.

I'm weak. I've never been anything else.

I wanted to lose myself in you. I know it will cost me my soul, and part of me didn't care. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy, it's the man.

For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.

You're a wreck! She's stronger than any Slayer you've ever faced. Force won't get it done. You gotta work from the inside. To kill this girl... you have to love her.

Let me guess, you summoned back the true Angelus because you need a new boy toy.

Oh, my cure? No, thanks. Been there, done that, and deja vu just isn't what it used to be.

The elders conjured the most perfect punishment for me. They restored my soul.

When you become a vampire, the demon takes your body, but it doesn't get your soul; that's gone. No conscience, no remorse, it's an easy way to live.

You have no idea what it's like to have done the things I've done...and care. I haven't fed on a human being since that day.

See? Whenever we fight you always bring up the vampire thing.

Gave her the puppy dog "I'm all tortured" act. Keeps her off my back when I feed.

Listen, if we date, you and I both know one thing's going to lead to another.

This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.

I did a lot of unconscionable things when I became a vampire. Drusilla was the worst. She was ... an obsession of mine. She was pure, sweet, and chaste.

Killed everybody she loved. Visited every mental torture on her I could devise. She eventually fled to a convent, and on the day she took her holy orders, I turned her into a demon.

She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive.

Spike, boy you never did learn your history.

If I was blind, I would see you.

A demon isn't a man. I was a man once.

Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you.

Am I a thing worth saving, huh?! Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone!

I watched you, I saw you called, it was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps and ... I loved you.

Because I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see, and I was worried that it would get bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life, I wanted to keep it safe.

I can stay in town as long as you want me.

I never was much for preachers.

God, I missed watching this.

I’ll start working on the second front. Try not to use it.

Hm. You smell so good. So warm. I miss that.

You're wrong. You don't know what it is you're asking me to do.

Oh, what's the matter? Look a little nervous.

They always mistake me for the character I play. They never see the real me!

When you kill them. Some just stand there frozen while others.. . 

This was about saving somebody's soul. That's what I do here and you're not a part of it.

That's great, it's nice you moved on; I can't. You found someone new; I'm not allowed to, remember?

I see you again, it cuts me up inside, and the person I share that with is me.

You don't know me anymore, so don't come down here with your great new life and expect me to do things your way. Go home.

Buttering me up. Getting me all relaxed, hm? Not the most innovative interrogation technique, but... OK, I'll play.

Well, now that's a question. Not a great question. Not even an insightful question. 

So much for stand by your man. Then again, you probably like her on her knees.

The more you piss me off, the longer I'll keep you alive.

Oh, something tells me she's a screamer.

Hey, you remember that time you tried to get Angel to kill you because you felt all weepy over being such a bad little girl. Huh? Do you still feel that way? Do you still wanna die?

Well, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends.

I don't need to see movies to get worked up. Just being around you does that just fine. It feels nice, just to feel.

You still my girl?

I know what you're thinking. Maybe there's some good deep down inside of me that remembers and loves you, if only you could reach me.

You know what I just can't believe, all of our time together and we never tried chains.

Dream on, schoolgirl. Your boyfriend is dead and you're all gonna join him.

[hoeforhao]

↳ ༉‧₊˚✧ * in another life * ༉‧₊˚✧ 🤍

✦pairing : idol! jeonghan x fem! reader

✦genre : smut, phone sex, fingering, masturbation (both f and m), mutual cumming, angst, ex boyfriend au.

✦warnings : explicit language, jeonghan is an absolute bastard here(only the character, no hate towards our angel), manipulation, verbal degradation, heavy angst, unrequited love, one sided pining. tell me if i missed any!

✦word count : 1.3k

✦author's note : took me five shots of vodka to complete writing this as it's a real story, beautified by a writer's mind. not proofread as i didn't have the heart to re read it!

Was it really that easy, as people staged it to be? To be your ex's so called "close friend"? Someone he only came to while being completely lonely or peak horny -

These are the only thoughts that kept storming your mind, whilst your eyes were fixated onto that 'hey hey hey' from jeonghan's pvt account.

Did your brain exactly know what his single hey meant? Hell yes! Did your conscience immediately give in and try to stop you from replying to that? A cent percent yes! Yet your heart knew no bounds. What do they call it? Yes!! Everything's fair in love and war...even if it meant losing your dignity again and again...but come on at least you weren't hoeing around with several -

Quite a dumb way to justify what was gonna come next, right? Shaking all these warning signs off of your body, you respond with -

"Yes sir?"

"Are you home rn, y/n? You know it's night and something just takes over me whenever the sky paints itself dark!!" a short vibration of your phone and jeonghan's message pops up on the lockscreen.

"Yes. I'm home han." oh how you wishes to type hun, oh how you wished to reply affectionately to your lost home, ask him how his day was, is he eating well, remembering to take rest in between dance practices and most importantly caring for his soulful voice. But alas, you couldn't!! cuz you knew his lustful replies will only hurt you more, than you already are.

"You know what I want right, hun?" that one word from him and your heart felt like it was being poked with a thousand icicles.

"I do. Should I? Or you'll?"

"I'll baby. Pick up quick nah!!" this was the last string where all your organs tried their best to hold you back from diving into the fire again...but well...

×××××incoming video call××××××

knowing that picking up his call would mean dirtying yourself for the third time, yet sometimes love makes you do things even laws can't ~

"Moan for me baby, i wanna hear you scream my name while pleasuring yourself"

how even in the darkest corner of your heart, you still had the faintest flames of "what if he greets me like the old times, just once" burning brightly, only to be put to sleep by han's desperateness for your body, not the soul he painted once so beautifully.

"Do you have any special requests? Cuz I don't know what to say" what more where you even supposed to say huh? while you two were together, you would make sure that you went out of your comfort zone to pleasure him. Trained yourself so well in this field that your moans became honey to his ears ; but now, now you've no right over him, no right to call him explicit names. Thus the only way for you was to act just as he directed you to.

"Moan daddy for me bitch, if you wanna see me cum. Ain't that your favorite thing, pretty slut?"

As much as each of his syllables tore the skin of your insides one petal a time, all you could do was abide by his demands, with a heart of stone.

"H-han i wanna s-see you cum so bad, daddy pls" your lips burned aflame each time a word left its crevices.

"That's like my good slut. Now strip for me baby. I wanna see each and every part of your body" instead of his stern angelic voice, all you could hear was jeonghan panting into the speaker as he kept on stroking himself.

Not wasting anymore seconds, you seductively took off all your clothes, leaving you in nothing but all the scars that life has carved out on you.

"Happy now?" probably the most useless question you've ever asked, knowing quite well that it was gonna be a long night.

"You think so? Awee such a naive little bitch you're y/n!!! The fun has just started baby" his mocking smirk irking up on your skin even from another side of the screen.

"Finger yourself until you come undone on the sheets, while screaming my name. Wanna see you doing all the nastiest things tonight."

Muffling in all the cries that your heart has been wanting to blurt out all these time, you just quietly lay down on your back, the cold sheets beneath stippling a wave of shivers through your entire body.

Spreading your legs wide apart, ensuring to give jeonghan the perfect video of your pussy, you gradually slide down your fingers, rubbing gentle circles 'round your clit.

"The prettiest moans I've ever heard and and the prettiest pussy I'll ever see. Such a desperate whore for my dick, aren't you bitch!"

It's as if everything around you was muted all of a sudden and all you could hear was jeonghan praising how much he loved your womanhood, fueling your fingers to slide at a faster rate in and out of your hole.

"J-jeonghan am gonna c-cum...aaaa" even before you could finish your sentence, warm fluids coated your fingers, earning the lewdest groan from han.

"Naughty girls don't deserve the gift so soon. How many times have i told you not to call me -"

"S-sorry daddy! I was lost in pleasure that's why it slipped out of my mind" your hormones were now peaking , thus making you absolutely desperate to see him cum for you.

"Still you need to be punished babygirl. Hump on the pillow infront of you while pinching your nipples hard" han's cruel demeanor echoed through the room.

Not seeing any way out, you sat on your knees to do exactly what as asked of you. At this point you've become his own little porn star who would give him a show whenever his lust wanted.

"I guess my job's done now?" you finally open your eyes, boobs aching from the intense action it got and conscience all blurry.

"Yes baby. Such an obedient slut you're for me. I love to see you beg for me so much aah" jeonghan's moans kept getting loud as he was climbing his high.

"Y-y/n aah I love your pussy s-so much babe" and with this you saw the smooth white liquid ooze out of his pretty dick and onto his stomach. As much as your mind wanted to take in this heavenly sight with as much lust as possible, your heart kept drifting away to the thought of "only if he would move the camera to his face while I watch him sleep all peacefully, face painted with the most beautiful smile this world has ever witnessed...just like the old times".

"Well then I gotta go sleep ig. Bye"

Such a fool aren't you? Expecting the impossible always ; knowing very well that even the heavens can't bring your home back anymore. The shoulder you always leaned on, the first person to ever see you cry, your bub your sugar was now far gone. What was left was a bastard who just keeps on using you for his pleasure.

Well not that it was his fault tho. You've always been the hardest to love.

"Maybe in next life, when I'm as pretty as you're, I'll be lucky enough to hug you to sleep. Bye bub. Sleep well♡" you hushed under your breath before tapping the red button on the screen that brought you the opportunity to at least listen to his voice once in a while....

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Jade x Reader: Not Him

This was supposed to be published last month. My bad. Happy Late Pride Month to all beings!

Context: Reader had feelings for Jade, but she's with Kotal

Angst warning(?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dry night of Outworld was quiet apart from the howls of late workers, laboring hard on the streets of dusk. All you did was watch over with no expression, no certain feeling. You were just in your own thoughts.

Nearly every day, at this time, was when you pondered hard somewhere. Somewhere alone, where no one could keep you away from the dangers of the your own conscience. It was always like self-hypnotizing.

Sighing, you finally acknowledged how you were mindlessly fiddling with something in your right hand. Opening up your palm, was a pretty ring. Gold with a green gem perched on the middle.

Though the gem had dulled a bit, it still had the beautiful sparkle to it. It'll always be there, you hope.

𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘦.

That's what the jewel on the ring is. But for you, the name goes way more than a simple, pricey rock.

The name had always made your heart do little happy flips. But recently, it just makes you sad.

Looking at your ring, you let out another deep breath of discontent. You didn't want this stupid jewelry. You wanted the actual-

"Good evening, Y/n! Why are you up here?"

You gasped out a squeak and jumped up, clenching your fist closed in fear of accidentally dropping the ring off the roof. And you know the poor people of Outworld don't play around with rich litter.

"Oh, Jade! Jeez, you startled me!" You turned around and clutched at your heart.

"Apologies." The pole lady chuckles at your reaction. She then walks to you with her usual friendly look. The beautiful face you've always loved. "What were you doing?"

"Just... a little daydreaming. Night-dreaming, you could call it." You shrugged, sitting back down. You gestured your best friend to sit by you, which she does with no hesitation.

"How are you?" You spoke.

"Very well!" Jade answers with a proud tone. "Today Kotal and I have.... and... then... he's so..."

Your mind went blank already, drowning out Jade's voice with insecure stabs internally. You haven't met Kotal, not yet and hopefully not ever, but you couldn't help but hate him.

The man attacked you by being the only one in Jade's mind and heart. You swore, it should've been you. Right?

"I wouldn't trade him for another." Jade finishes up.

"Right." Your tone accidentally came out full of disdain.

Jade faces you, her hearty smile dropping into confusion. "Is something the matter?"

"No- sorry. I'm okay. Just a little zoned out tonight." You look away, not wanting to show your saddened face to her.

She knows though. Only how you feel, not what exactly it was. All she could do was assume.

"One day, you'll find the perfect man to court you as have I." She reassured with a soft hand on your shoulder.

"No! That's not-" Your mind instantly jumped to correcting her, but... she doesn't know. How would she feel if you told her.

You scooted away from her, isolating yourself from what could feel like something once treasured being destroyed in a flash.

"Y/n. What's wrong? I'm your friend. You can tell me." The Edenian uses her sweet one to calm you.

"I don't think I will find a man, Jade. If anything, I wish I was one- wish I was Kotal." Your voice shook and your words were all vague and worrying to your friend.

"What?" She tilts her head. She is very concern about you right now. She always felt like something was up with you when you began being by yourself increasingly. She just thought you needed time to yourself like everyone does.

"You're fine just they way you are. You're strong and very importan-"

"No, Jade." You finally gathered everything and looked at her. This has always been urking you like a pustule on a morning before something important.

"I... I'm in love with you. I've been for awhile, but kept it hidden. But now that Kotal is in your life, it's been tormenting me every minute. And truthfully, I don't want our friendship to die. And I definitely don't want you to find me disgusting."

Jade's eyes widened at the confession. You waited for whatever judgement she'd give, but all that tension was pushed away with such ease from her.

She still looked caring.

"That explains a lot. I'm honored you're comfortable with telling me." Her smile slowly drops and here comes the expected part. "But I suppose you already know I'm faithful to Kotal."

"Yes. Yes, I know." You held a small smile up, still hurt from the rejection.

"We can still be friends. I care for you a lot, and that will never change. Understand me?" She tilts your lowered head up from the chin to have you see how serious she meant it.

You nod, and then she pulls you into a comforting embrace.

Jade loves you as her best friend. You will always be Y/n no matter your identity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writer's block fucking me up more behind the scenes🤧

[lorynna]

Andrew Tate, a huge hypocrite, is the perfect example of: create the disease, sell the cure." Now, let me explain.

Tate starts off with his webcam business. He openly admits on camera - filming and releasing the footage himself -, that not only is he purposefully manipulating girls, making them fall in love with him (he himself calls it and actively uses the term "lover boy method" as a descriptor) but then also convincing them to work for him as cam-girls, telling those women that they could get rich together if she would simply start instrumentalizing her body and sexuality. He continues to explain in great detail how exactly he emotionally abused those women, lied to them and used several manipulation tactics on them. But I'd rather not mention all that here, since that would open up a whole new conversation and take too long to fully dive into this.

He also admitted on camera that he robbed them of about half of the money those women made "working for him" and then states and I quote: They thought they were on 50% and I said that the despair of the money was because of taxes."

He continues to talk about men "falling in love" with the women he recruited for his Webcam business which were selling their houses, spending all of their life savings etc. in order to pay for the cam-girl services and he commented on those men's actions saying," give me all of it" admitting he didn't at all care for the lives or fates of those men. Tate built his whole empire on being a pimp, which he defines as and i quote again" being a positive, inspirational, motivating person", exploiting and extracting money from lonely, depressed, porn-addicted men.

Now something might start to click. But isn't he a known advocate for those exact men? Telling them that porn consumption is bad, to get their health and depression in check, recommending going to the gym and preaching about how much he hates prostitutes?

He's an advocate for men's suffering and problems? After he caused so much damage to them, making money off of them, taking advantage of them and furthered their misery? The irony.

First he scammed those men, taking their money with good conscience, now he is an advocate for them, making them hate the kind of women he himself manipulated into this, talking about how bad porn is, when he literally owned a webcam business. And don't dare to come at me with "but people change, maybe he learnt from his mistakes".

For now I just recounted why he's a huge hypocrite but now let's focus on why he is a huge mysognist. He has said many things I don't even want to recount, including but ofc not limited to him demonstrating how he'd hit a women in the face that would "misbehave" and not "listen to him" and I have also unfortunately personally seen the video footage that is going around of him beating up a woman with a belt.

One example out of his many many statements so I can further lead on with this text: He further talks about his webcam business, saying "the only girls i couldn't recruit, were girls who had rich parents. Because they're like: Oh, but I don't need that money, my parents are rich! Girls are gonna get their Luis Vuitton bag either way." Implying how all women are superficial and only rich parents prevent a girl from being a "hoe". He got his fame and money from the same women he continues to publicly shame now.

He damaged women and men at the same time, yet there's still people, mostly men, defending him saying "yeah, but he also sometimes tells things that are true!". I appreciate your intention to differentiate and trying to filter through the many bullshit things he's said just so you can cling on to a single true statement.

Even the worst person sometimes has valid points, but that doesn't mean that we can just overlook the things he did in the past and the overall harm he has caused and is STILL causing.

Aside from all of this stuff, Tate continued to deny many of his statements he himself posted online before, showing massive double standards. It seems like he just tries to profit off what's giving him the largest, most uncritical fan base and by targeting incels who love to follow and hear an "alpha male" talk about how "all women are bitches", fueling their anger due to being rejected by women, he seems to have found a goldmine.

He promotes harmful, misogynistic views on women, promoting toxic behavior towards them and is imprinting on the minds of young, impressionable, vulnerable men.

If after knowing all this, you're still a defender of Tate, you might be just as bad as Tate himself.

[nisuna]

I fucking love the fact that you write down my ideas so quickly. you have become my favorite.

and so, for a very long time I thought that Itadori had an older half-sister who always took care of him. Even when she learned that Yuji had become a vessel for Sukuna, the older half-sister did not leave her brother. And that's why she feels weird when Sukuna, who has her brother's body, fucks her on the couch. Of course, she couldn't resist the King of Curses himself. But she is very worried about the fact that this is her younger brother's body

Omg hiiiii♡ thank you so much that's so sweet of you 😭 I'm trying to keep up, but I've gotten a lot more submissions that I expected 0.o Would you like me to call you something or anyone for that matter? Something like (emoji)-anon if you're comfortable enough with me knowing that it's you ^^ Let me know if anyone would like that!

But either way, thank you for another take!!<3

~short drabble~

TW: this one's kinda dark as I'm currently malding, screaming, crying, throwing up over the new episode 🥲; angst with smut, kind of dubcon, forced sex, mating press, a lot if talking and hating, my heart hurts, this probably wasn't what you had in mind I'm sorry 😭

"Lets make a binding vow. If you let me fuck you I'll leave your brother alone whenever you're around, deal?"

Is he joking? What kind of deal is that? You cursed yourself that you were even considering it, but being able to linder your brothers pain even just a little was worth it for you

"Deal...but doesn't he see everything like you do when he's on the inside? I don't want him to know about any of this."

"Don't worry I put the brat to sleep and if he does wake up I'll erase his memory. He'll never know any of this happened."

"Not tricks alright? I want that included in the vow."

He clicked his tongue at your comment nodding his head with a sigh. "Sure sure whatever you want sweetheart. Now get rid of those clothes let's not waste any more time. You wouldn't want him to take over while you're stuffed full of cock now would you." At that you swallowed your remaining pride and gave him the okay by pulling your top over your head.

"Now we're talkin'."

You shouldn't be enjoying yourself right now, you really shouldn't. But how could you not if his fat cock was splitting you open so deliciously.

"Shit you're dripping. Best pussy I've had in years. You like it too, huh? Like my fat cock up your pussy? 'gonna make me cum if you keep clenching 'round like that."

"Ooooh will the mighty Sukuna-sama, King of Curses cum like a virgin boy within a few thrusts boohoo", you mocked which only earned you another hard thrust of his hips.

"Cool it. Or I won't play nice anymore. Might even wake the brat up to see his sister like that."

"You wouldn't! What about the vow?, you moaned at his harsh words and mean thrusts.

"The vow starts after the fucking, so you better watch it, got it?"

With that you pressed your lips together nodding your head. "Got it..."

Satisfied he grinned while putting your legs over his broad shoulders folding you in half.

"Now that's a good girl"

"Whatever."

At least he made it worth your while. He made you cum harder than anyone ever had. And more times than you could count. Your head was mush at the point he bottomed out and filled you up.

"Was nice workin' with ya, see you never, Sweetheart." he mused being kind enough to put Yuji's clothes back on.

As Sukuna left Yuji's conscience you were quick to put your clothes back in place. Catching him because he almost toppled over from exhaustion. He faintly heard you calling his name but as soon he saw your dishevelled self, pink cheeks and messy hair, his eyes shot open.

"Oh no. He was out wasn't he. Nee-chan what did he do? Tell me what he did, if he hurt I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking-."

"No he didn't do anything, don't worry everything's fine. I'm fine. We just.. talked. He will leave you alone as long as you're with me. You're safe with me now. He won't bother you anymore. From now on I won't ever leave your side. We'll stay together forever.", you smiled at him trying your best subdue the tears that were threatening to spill. You opted for hugging him tightly, patting his head softly. Yuji opened his lips to say something, but he swallowed his words and hugged you back just as tight instead. "Okay, I trust you. You would never lie to me right, Nee-chan?" You felt your heart drop at his words but hummed in agreement nonetheless. "Never."

You were a good sister and you loved your brother more than anything. And that is why you will be taking this secret to the grave.

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

[arkhamsorderly]

Sometimes I forget how bad it is for Victor Fries. On his better days, I can almost see the man he must’ve been before, and I like that man. I think I like who he is now, too, when he’s being nice. It makes me forget about the force of his despair. Except now I don't think I'm never going to forget again.

“Bill,” he said to me today, “Would it be easier for you if you didn’t have to take care of me anymore?”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“It would be easier, wouldn’t it,” he said. “This place is hellish enough. You shouldn’t even be here.”

“Yes, I should. I chose it. And I hate change.” I cracked a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Besides, who’s gonna look after you if I leave?”

The look he gave me was heartbreakingly gentle, with all the resignation of someone who knows exactly what they’re in for. “Do something for me, and no one will have to. No one else needs to die because of me. You know that.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

“Open the door, Bill,” he said, his voice hypnotically smooth. “Let me go.”

My blood ran cold. “What?”

“It’s warm out there,” he said. He sounded wistful, eyes fixed on a point beyond me. “I haven’t felt warm in so long.”

“But you'll die."

“Yes," he whispered. "Keeping me alive is a waste. I don’t want to be here, Bill. There’s no way to reverse my condition, and even if there was, I wouldn’t be the man I was again. As long as I suffer-“ and here he looked straight into my eyes, “-Gotham will suffer, too. And you couldn't carry that on your conscience. Just open the door, and let me walk out.”

My jaw dropped. I searched his face for anything that would say he was making some sick joke, and couldn’t find anything.

“Dr. Arkham wouldn’t do it,” he continued. “Dr. Strange said no, too. But you’re a sensible man, Bill. You know this is what’s best.”

I was shaking like a leaf. “You can’t ask me to do this. I can't do this."

“Yes, you can,” he urged. “Think about how much better off you'll be if you do."

"I'm thinking more about my conscience," I shot back. "And your life."

He shook his head. "You're a good man. Your sins will balance out."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." Then I tried to inject some levity into the situation, because it was sorely needed. "Come on, who else is gonna listen to me talk about all the scrapbooking I'm not doing?"

I could've sworn for a second that I saw his mouth twitch up into a very, very faint smile. I knew that I was being pretty selfish about the whole thing, but if Fries couldn't be bothered to give a shit about himself, I needed to find something else he could care about.

"I'm not letting you out," I said firmly. "And don't ask anybody else to do it, either. I'll kick your ass."

His smile got a little bigger. "You can try."

I'm sure this won't be the end of it, and we'll have this conversation again at some point. But I think I won this round. And now I need a stiff drink.

[arionwind]

Knowing that you think about things critically and deeply, and that you analyze and scritinize things even when they jive with your preexisting values, your new blog title makes you 1.5x as hot* and I've never even seen so much as a picture of you (anon bc I'm shy but we're mutuals heeheehee...)

*EUR to USD conversion rates

First off, that last line is sending me, thank you for being witty, I wish you were off anon so I could tell you to your face how much that cracked me up.

Also hope you don't mind, but I am going to take a minute to unpack my thoughts here, then end with a pic just for you! (Face censored, much like our hero who is still at large, may the falsely accused Luigi be released soon.)

I hate that this shooting had to happen. But the thing is, given material conditions it did have to happen. Not in the sense that it was a moral imperative, but in the sense that a civil society that condemns people en masse to death for not being rich enough (and let's be honest here - you do have to be rich. You could have a six or seven figure annual income and still get wiped out by medical debt.) while also refusing to regulate firearms or provide even basic broad mental health support will eventually erupt into violence targeted at the people perpetuating that system. I'm not the only one who is only shocked this didn't happen sooner.

Moreover . . . it's happened. As a general rule I refuse to advocate for accelerationist actions because I can't accept the collateral damage that would result. As such I can't in good conscience advocate for more shootings (even if I need to stress that, without massive health care reform, there will be so many more now that the first domino has fallen). But I can't un-kill the guy either. And I have seen evidence of some people - however few - waking up from their right-wing echo chambers as a direct result of this.

It might be callous of me to want to capitalize on this event to push for greater class solidarity, but it's not nearly as callous as the system we are fighting. And at the risk of sounding petty and petulant, if the fucker couldn't be bothered to do one good thing with his life, then it's up to us to make something good from his death.

Anyway, thanks for reading, hot for anime-edited teacher now:

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

3154 - THAT WHICH I CANNOT DO

May 21st, 3154

LosMech Bar - Manager's Office

Unity City, Terra

"I was never going to push that button," said Asena.

Spirit and Asena had only just finished something that neither would forget, and it had been difficult for both of them. For Spirit it was the trying, desperately to pretend she wasn't into the fact she was fucking a cyborg ex-ComStar agent, who'd had a Mantis blade to Spirit's throat, and two fingers... Elsewhere.

For Asena, it was trying to pretend she'd be able to forget it. It had been good, so good she knew it was never going to leave her. Spirit was no longer someone she could simply act normally around.

The statement had been unbidden, coming as the two were still pressed to each other against the wall.

"Nice that you're saying that now, a hundred years after the fact," Spirit shot back, voice leaden with poison, dripping with it, like dew from a leaf. "How many war criminals would say that if they had not been given a command, I wonder?"

"A fair point. But I wouldn't have let anyone else push it either. Over my dead body. The codeword was Blaze," Asena said. Spirit could tell Asena was truthful. That only made it worse.

"Is that supposed to reassure me? ComStar—you kin—were content to turn Tukayyid to trinitite. What's one more death on the conscience of the great and mighty Focht?" Spirit asked icily, blue eyes flaring and frosting over.

"No, it isn't. And you are right, it would be nothing. But I hope it at least shows you that not of us agreed with it."

"I'm sure that the dead feel much better knowing that you felt bad about killing them."

"No, actually. I imagine they hate me for it."

That brought Spirit up short for a second. But only one second.

"Something they and I have got in common." Spirit leaned closer, dagger's edge pressing into Asena's skin, just millimetres away from flowing blood. "How many of my kin alone you killed? One thousand? Two thousand? More? What about scientists, trying to make a brighter future? Three thousand? Four?"

Asena's face, her eyes, went unfocused. Recall. Of things that hurt. It took her a second to respond.

"Too many. I only know it was much too many," she half-whispered.

The dagger's press softened just slightly. Millimeters separated Asena from death now, not nanometers.

"On that we agree."

Asena nodded, in the process deliberately pressing forward, making the knife draw her blood.

"And I regret it all. Every single night," she said, eyes haunted in a way that only someone truly regretful, truly ashamed, truly horrified at themselves could be. "We both lost our souls there. But unlike you, I... haven't found mine again."

"You lost your soul a long time before that."

The knife retreated again, tantalizingly close.

"Regret it all you like. Toss and turn in your sleep all you fucking want. I don't give a shit. You know why? Because my sibko is dead, and nothing you do can change that."

The knife slipped back into the sheathe; a hook-punch slammed into Asena's jawline.

"I was going to kill you. You know that? But I don't think I will. You deserve to live."

I can't think of anything crueller than that.

Asena rubbed her jaw. She didn't speak. Just nodded, extricated herself from Spirit. She slowly, methodically dressed, ignoring the bleeding wound on her neck, even as it had already clotted. Every ounce of bluster and confidence, all the bravado and swagger she'd entered the room with - it was all gone.

Asena turned to leave. Spirit made no move to stop her. No move to say anything. No move at all. Asena felt the Witch's eyes boring into her back with every step she took.

"Think I'll go be with Amaranth now."

It wasn't Asena that spoke. At least, not the one that walked in earlier. Just a shell. No purpose, no care, no life.

The tone of the statement was final.

There was something in that tone that triggered something in Spirit. Something she'd seen before, in soldiers who couldn't leave the battlefield behind and couldn't stop seeing it on the backs of their eyelids.

Spirit knew she was merciless. It was a reputation she'd carefully cultivated, year after year, little cruelty after little cruelty. She had crafted that persona. Woven that calculated air.

She knew she was a liar, and a good one, at that, because she also knew that Spirit didn't exist. Spirit was the codename of Eliza Ryhill-Hazen. A mirage. A persona she wore to protect herself as much as others. Spirit was fake.

Eliza was real, and her greatest flaw was that she cared.

A knife, thrown in a single motion, passed millimeters in front of Asena's face, and slammed into the doorframe.

"No, you'll stay alive. Until your heart gives out and your muscles atrophy, you'll stay alive."

By the time that Asena had turned around, Spirit was pressing her against the wall, running a hand down her side, slipping past her waistband.

"We do this once, quiaff?"

"Why do you care?" she asked, tone still dead.

Because I lost people to suicide. Because I'm not as cold-hearted as I pretend. Because I owe Melissa and sparing her lover sounds like a good way to start repaying that debt. Because warriors should die from the enemy's bullets, not their own.

"Just shut up," Spirit murmured into her ear.

Asena did so. And as the sensations washed over her, she breathed.

Seemingly for the first time in a long, long time.

[imchronicallydepressed]

☆This is still a work in progress, but this is mostly what the first part will be. I will most likely post this on Archive of our Own at some point, just cause some people might prefer to read it on there.

☆I absolutely adore feedback, so please let me know if I can use some work on certain spots or even if it's just to tell me you enjoy it.

☆Double spacing exists solely cause I felt it looked better, I may take it away. Idk

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Metal Institute

Pt.1

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You're not good enough

You'll never be good enough

Everything you do only leads to disappointment

Your family hates you

Your mother

Your sister

Even Your father

They all hate you

"Shut up."

You're a mistake and that's all you'll ever be in this life

"You're wrong."

Why do you think they put you in here then? Do you think this is some camp? Get to play around outside all day then go sleep in a tent? Tell stories around the campfire while indulging in sweets?

You're living in a fucken fantasy, Glam.

A laugh. "My name isn't Glam. It's Sebastion and You're nothing but a voice in my head, schizophrenia as the doctors call it. Father put me in here to make me better and that's exactly what the doctors are doing." A smile crossed his lips.

Blasphemy and you know it. We both know it. I'm your conscience and you need to accept that cause guess what, You're stuck with me.

You hate the name Sebastion and you hate playing the Violin. You love rock music and your best friend was a guy you met by the dumpster, remember that?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Father never allowed me to have friends and I would never make friends with someone near the dumpster no less."

How about your favorite song, huh? What about Twisted Sister?

"That music is unholy, shouldn't even be legal. It's rubbish. Bach and Vivaldi are-"

Bach and Vivaldi are the real rubbish. You hate that shit. That's all you were forced to listen to, forced to play.

The father you claim to love you beat you with a ruler. Remember that?! Remember how he made you bleed?! All because you were off by an eighth of a pitch!

"Stop it. You're lying."

These doctors that you claim are helping you are doing the fucken opposite! They're brainwashing you into staying under your father's thumb!

You should've ran, should've went back to your friend, but instead you stayed and look what happened! He beat you and now your in a mental asylum! All because you didn't want the type of life he was making you have!

"S-Shut up!" His hands went to his face, covering his eyes as tears slowly began to trickle down. It wasn't true, was it? His father wouldn't lock him away just cause he... wanted a different life, right?

Look at yourself! Look at your wrists! Look at the scars your father inflicfed upon you! Look at the marks from the binds that held you down while the doctors performed their sick experiments on you! What about your ankles? Tied so damn tight that it nearly cut off blood flow, all so you couldn't escape!

Look at those wounds covering your body and tell me that I'm not speaking the truth.

He moved his hands down from his face, leaning over to the dim moonlight that shown in through the plexiglass window. Tears rolled off his cheeks now, one after another as he examined his wrists, the scars that will forever remain due to his dear father.

Look at them, Glam.

Tell me, does this look like something a loving father would allow? Would a loving father allow such experiments to be had on his one and only son? Would a loving father beat their son?

He placed his hands over his mouth, trying to muffle the soft sobs that followed his tears. He'd been so far gone with all the 'treatments' that he blantly accepted them. He blantly accepted being strapped to a cold metal table, allowing the doctors to inject God knows what into his veins.

The food he ate, the beverages he'd recieved... who knows what was in them, what sort of shit he was being slipped. Not to mention the effects he'd been feeling. The nausea, the headaches, the fuzzy memories, and now he was hearing voices...

You finally get it, don't you?

Your father doesn't love you. You will forever be a disappointment in his eyes and you will forever be in your sisters shadow.

"L-Leave Lydia out of this... she doesn't deserve to be... placed on the same platform like father." He spoke again, dragging his hands down his face and pulling his legs up.

As much as he despised being constantly compared to the likeness of his sister, she'd never once laid a hand on him. She'd actually used to be the one to bandage him up when they were younger, while their mother hid in the shadows, too scared to stand up for her children.

Tell me, Sebastion... what sort of platform does your loving father deserve to be put on? What sort of outcome does he deserve in all this?

"Outcome? He won't get to receive the deserved outcome. In the end, I'm stuck in here and... those doctors will continue to try and... 'fix me'."

Oh, don't you worry about that. He will get his fill of Karma. Don't frazzle your pretty mind with such worry. Besides, you have me! I will get you out of here.

"How will you help me escape? You're nothing but my own conscience. Besides, the guards in this place are armed."

You needn't worry. All in due time. Why don't we look at the future, though? Why don't we look at what will come to your father?

So tell me, when we do escape, and we will by any means necessary, what end does your father deserve?

He began to laugh, his eyes seeming to fill the dark room with vivid thoughts. Then his laughing grew. It became louder and louder, more maniacal. The things he was seeing, the actions he was performing... Violent actions. The same actions he had once written down, the same actions his father had confronted him about upon finding his journal.

He still felt like such an idiot for that mistake. If he just... double checked, and made sure that the 'line of defense' wasn't at a risk of being found out about. None of this would have happened. He might still be stuck at home, sure, but he'd have his best friend. He'd have access to his records. He'd have access to THE record.

"I'll tell you what he deserves! I'll tell you what end I want to grant him!" He stood, going to the window and placing his hands firmly upon it, glancing up at the moon.

"I want to see his blood spill. I want to beat him with that fucken ruler until he's begging for mercy. Maybe even a baseball bat!" He turned, facing the darkness of the room, more laughing emitting from his mouth. Now he really did sound like he belonged in such a place.

"I want him to suffer and bleed, the same way I had to. I want to see that bastard cry and beg for forgiveness!" He could only continue to laugh as he fell to his knees, the vision growing more and more realistic by the second.

Glam ran his fingers through the tangled mess of hair, looking up at the ceiling for a moment with more maniacal laughter.

"Maybe I'll make him play the Violin. Then I can stand there and criticize every bar and note he plays! Slap his wrists until blood it dripping to the floor!"

Good! Good! You're getting the hang of it! That's the spirit! You're spine is tingling with the excitement, the anticipation!

So remind me, what's your name again?

"Glam! My name is Glam..." He spoke calmly now, placing his hands on the ground in front of him.

Right, you're finally getting it. What else do you know?

"I-I have a best friend... what was his name again?" He glanced around the moon lit room for a moment before scratching his head, fingers getting tangled in the matted mess of hair.

You know this answer, Glam. Don't expect me to help you with such stupid questions.

"I-I don't remember..."

You need to remember him! Don't let your memory start fading away, now think harder. What was his fucken name?!

He held his head in his hands for a moment, more tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remember him, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't remember his name, why he was called that...

Just... who he was physically. What he looked like, how he had helped Glam through the bullshit. The messy brown hair, the disgusting green jacket, that annoying voice and those horrid yellow teeth.

"C-Chive..." He finally mumbled to himself after a moment. That was his name, right? He knew it at least started with a C.

Good boy, Glam. You're making progress. Do not forget Chive. Don't forget what he looked like or what he did for you. If you forget him, then that might as well be the end.

Glam put his face in his hands again. Don't forget? How was he supposed to manage that when he was being tortured and experimented on day in and day out. Hell, he barely remembered the last this he ate.

The fact of the matter was that without his friend, he'd never discover the beauty of rock music. The beauty outside of that fucken prison of a house. Sure, he had to deal with some... painful repercussions, but it was so worth it. Getting to play in front of a crowd, especially play music he was actually proud of? It was the best feeling in the world to him.

"He probably thinks I abandoned him..." He gripped his hands into fists. "M-my one and only friend... thinks I abandoned him..."

Who would ever know what became of Glam outside of his family. -He was sent away to a special music school, one that didn't allow such... worthless talent to blindly be accepted- That was probably along the lines of what he'd say to the school anyways. Chive would never step foot near his front door, so it's not like he'd come knocking.

Stop worrying. We'll get out of here in no time. Soon enough you'll be back at his side and the two of you will be playing again before you know it. You'll even have your favorite record back.

Remember that song Glam? It's your favorite.

He began to chuckle softly, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "We're not gonna take it..." He started singing, the vocals raspy and sloppy.

No! We ain't gonna take it!

"We're not gonna take it anymore..." He pulled his knees back to his chest, tears continuing to flow as his off key singing kept up, his voice seeming to echo in the emptiness that was his confinement cell.

That song. It'd got him to discover life outside of classical bullshit. Now it was gonna be the song to help him escape this hell. No matter the cost.

[reigningm4x]

I saw your tags under the Max video and the ask after and I absolutely agree. I sometimes am taken aback how "stable" Max is. idk how to say it but from the outside we can clearly see that the way Jos has been treating him is abusive, but you can't really see it on max? he is more private than most drivers so we can't see that much, but people that work with him all sing his praises and not just because he's fast. he has 2 cats, which means he's wholesome (that's why Alex is the wholesomest) 1/4

The way he is with Kelly and Penelope is actually surprising. How he's taking care of Penelope(the little we can see of it) looks good, fun and helthy. And how he isn't afraid to wear floaties in the pool, or swim in Kelly's arms like the babygirl he is. If I were a guy and my father was Jos, I would be the poster child for toxic masculinity tbh... yet Max isn't. I am a new fan and I've only seen some videos and stories of him being angry/agressive but I don't see it in present Max 2/4

Also the way he put his foot down with DTS and declined being a part of it because he felt like they're creating drama.Wether it's for his benefit alone or because he sees the whole grid mistreated idk.I wish he was more firm and outspoken on other stuff too. I'm not sure if he simply talks about everything he cares for and doesn't talk about anything else or if there are other stuff he's not comfortable speaking out for. I don't think I was ready to talk about a lot of stuff back at his age 3/4

And the way he spoke out about the virtual Le Mans! I don't understand how some people were not siding with him! Not only was he right, he was probably the best known person there and his words can actually change something. And the way he spoke about it reminded me of Mr Darcy lol "I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself... My good opinion once lost is lost forever." 4/4

YES!!!!!! YES EXACTLY. he in every way is expected to be that toxic man whos' controlling and angry and shitty. it's how his haters want to believe is just to make themselves hate him but he's literally just Not that?? he's very grounded, protective, SO loving towards his people. he shares his wealth with his family and friends. he takes care of his people. he loves his team and his friends in the paddock. he's unapologetically himself cause it seems like he's always had to apologize before for who he was, how he was, what he loved. he's someone to admire IMO cause he got out of a shit situation and made the most of it??

there are people who say they like him and always give a "well people who hate him have their reasons" but DO they? lmao or is he just good at getting shit done in his sport without faking niceness??? yknow... like all the greats in every sport ever lmao.

and you dont even need to like him as a racer to see how he is a man but. he's either reduced to [insert whatever buzz word the moral police wanna use here] or he's max, the abused dick-traumized weird man who likes weird kinks and to be humiliated. which....couldn't be farther from who he is clearly even if it tried. and obviously fic vs reality etc etc but I think the excuses people who hate him AND people who pander to those who hate him clearly completely miss the mark of who Max is. the man who loves what he loves unapologetically and takes care of everyone around him and is a good one to love, with all his flaws and past mistakes. cause obvi he has those and has fucked up and I wish he has spoken up about things in a more conscience way. but you can't sit and tell me he hasn't changed.

[rayons1only1started]

Ashy Flakes

-------------Yellow POV------------------------

After we found Red asleep, I haven't seen him, and in fact none of the Rainbow Friends have either. He just woke up and left. I suppose it's good that he isn't taking his anger on one of us. 

Blue says we should-

"Yellow! Yellow! Oh my gosh Yellow! Guess what? Guess what? My food bowl is empty yet AGAIN! Yellow! I'm going to die! Feed me! Feed me!" an annoying, dramatic lizard interrupted my thoughts.

"Orange, I'm sure that you will be fine if I don't feed you, and second, your bowl is constantly empty! Go bother someone else." I replied 

Orange left, but I had forgotten what I was thinking about. Gosh, that lizard was so annoying. However, I had nothing better to do, so I flew to his bowl. It wasn't empty! That little lizard! Just going around annoying people for no reason!

I was going to go find orange, and chasify him, when Purple appeared in the vents.

"Hey Yellow! What are you doing? Because if you are not busy, me and Cyan were going to play a game with the cards she found in a backpack of a trespasser." Purple said.

"No! I'm not busy! Is Cyan in the race course?" I replied.

"She always is. Where else would she be?" Purple smiled.

"See you there." I said as I flew off.

-----------Red POV----------------

The voice introduced itself as Ash. It said it had been made by him, for some reason. It had been trapped in a room under the throne room by him. For a loooong time. It had gotten desperate, and the reason it could talk to me was with its hand. It had been cut off, and that was all it would tell me.

I could barely hear it over all my other thoughts. 

If the Rainbow friends really did hate me why did they move me? But mostly I wish he didn't hate me. I wish I could do something about it. I couldn't. That was driving me insane. My thoughts were scattered, and so were my words. 

Red! You are here! Don't walk the wall! You see the throne? Move it a bit to the left. You'll see a hatch. Open it. I am inside, chained onto the wall.

Sluggishly, I walked over to the throne. Moved it aside. Opened the hatch. It was dark there. I went to get a flashlight, and something for the chains, as Ash had instructed me. 

When I finally turned on the flashlight in the dark room, I saw an ash colored, thin with hunger, humanoid being, with what looked like dried lavender on its head. It had ash flakes floating around it. Its eyes were black diamonds, and indeed, Ash's right arm was cut off slightly higher than the elbow. It had a hand on the right side, but it was floating, and looked like a ghost.

Hello, Red.

...hello...

Could you please free me?

...right...

I moved slowly to Ash, and broke the chains one by one. Ash fell to the floor. Then it rose to look my in the eyes.

Thanks Red. 

With that it left. But its voice stayed. Telling me things. Things that turned the world into a cruel place. Things I have already heard. Things that I suspected in the first place. 

Ash came back. You should leave this room. You can go crazy if you aren't careful in here.

I followed its words, and it led me out of the secret room. Then it left.

...wait...I can't...deal with all...of...this...

...please...

Ash didn't come back. But the voices kept me company, and erased the lines between reality and what it was telling me, what I wanted and what I hated, what I wanted and didn't. Turned my mind into a jumbled mess of fears and horrors. Turned my existence into a living hell.

I wasn't sure if the Rainbow friends hated me, or liked me, or even existed... I wasn't sure if the humans were bad, or good, or if they even came here... I wasn't sure of anything... Even him... In the end, did he like me?.. As a friend..? Hate me..? Be afraid of me... Did I like him, or hate him, or be afraid of him... I don't know anymore...

Who was Ash?.. Were the soft whispers my conscience? I don't know.

...I don't know.

...Don't know...

... not sure... about anything...