#he's so hard on himself all the time...but that's why he is who he is

[whosmariaaa]

— part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 !

college! sukuna spend that same night in his bed, searching for your instagram. your account was a hard find. it took him 60 minutes of his life to even find one of your friends, who had coincidentally tagged you in their recent photo dump. in that same photo dump was a cute picture of you and your friend. you were glowing, a pretty smile on your face, and sukuna immediately took a screenshot to save for himself.

then, he went to your account. you hadn’t posted a single thing, and your profile picture was black. he had spend 30 minutes searching for basically nothing. but, he still followed you.

the notification “r.sukuna is now following you” popped up on your screen around 1 AM. how the hell did this guy find you? you were genuinely confused.

you didn’t have any classes with him the next day, so you came up to him at lunch. not caring about the girl placed in his lap, kissing his neck. sukuna looked awfully disinterested in her.

“did you do your part of the project?” you asked suspiciously. he turned his head to you, and rudely pushed the girl off before getting on his feet. the girl looked at him in shock, and then shot you a glare, as if you stole her man. that girl could definitely have him, for all you care.

“nah, but you don’t mind, do you?” sukuna replied condescendingly, “besides, it’s only due in three weeks.”

you simply sighed. you can not with this man. he was purposely getting on every single one of your nerves. “it’s due in three weeks because it’s a big project half our grade, you massive dick,” you scowled. a stupid smirk made a way on his face.

“so? you’re smart, right? you’ll figure it out,” he responded.

his comment somehow doubled your irritation. “you’re either helping with this, or i’m asking the professor to kick you out. take a pick,” you hissed back. then, his smirk disappeared ever so slightly.

“you’re really a fucking bitch about this, y/n,” sukuna huffed. he broadened his shoulders slightly, narrowing his eyes in irritation. you rolled your eyes back at him, “go cry about it. take a fucking pick.”

he watched you a for a few moments in silence as he straightened his back slightly, seeming even taller. he looked threatening, sure, but you were too pissed off to care.

“…fine, but don’t expect me give a shit about it,” he decided. another beat of silence, of the both of you glaring at each other. you decided now would be a good time to mention him suddenly following you, since the silence was getting a little too intense for your liking.

“oh yeah, why did you follow me on instagram? how’d you even find me?” you asked.

his smirk returned, and he raised his eyebrows in amusement. “just came across your account. am i not allowed to, sweetheart?” he taunted. he spend an hour looking for it, but you didn’t need to know that. you just scoffed, “weirdo.” and then walked off, making sure to shove him with your shoulder.

sukuna stared at you until you left through the doors of the cafeteria. the girl that was in his lap before, got up from her seat. “who was that?” she asked in irritation. he returned his eyes to her, but then a disgusted scowl added to his expression.

“mind your own fucking business, you bitch. and why don’t you get the fuck out of here while you’re at it?” he snarled. the girl flinched slightly at his harsh words, but then muttered something under her breath before getting up and leaving.

“damn, what crawled up your ass and died?” toji asked. sukuna stared at him, his expression dangerous.

“i think he’s still down bad for that girl. what was her name? y/n?” gojo laughed, “y’know what, if you don’t get with her, i will,” he added tauntingly. for some reason, him saying that made sukuna even more pissed off than before. why the hell was he suddenly in his business? you were off-limits, he had made that very clear before.

“watch your fucking mouth, gojo. i won’t hesitate to make an end to your pathetic life,” sukuna threatened.

“man, you’re pussy whipped. what’d she do to make you all in love like this?” gojo teased. sukuna just scoffed and sat down again, ignoring his infuriating friends while in thought.

yeah, what did you even do?

──★˙🍓̟!! hi guys, i’m so sorry i’m still figuring out tumblr, but maybe in the future i’ll be doing a taglist!! ☺️ and @elizabeth-von-winken-universe in my inbox, yes i’ll definitely be doing more parts for sukuna, thank you sm!!! and for the other person in my inbox, i love you to death may God bless u too and keep u and ur family safe💗

[bbokicidal]

skz + cucking

You read the title. Synopsis: Based off of a request asking who SKZ would most want to be cucked by and why.

Genre: Smut Pairing: OT8 x Afab!Reader Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Notes: None ~

Chan: Minho. Honestly, I think he would be totally fine being cucked by any of the boys; But if it were up to him, and the one that would rile him up the most, is Minho. He's just a little bit younger, and he's the 'uptight, stoic, older brother but somehow mom' of the group - And Chan just thinks Minho deserves a little break and to be able to relax for a while instead of looking out for the Youngers of the group. So, naturally, Chan tells you to ride Minho until he's pink in the ears and near to tears.

Minho: Jeongin. Guy gets off on seeing you with the youngest. He partially likes watching you two get it on because he likes seeing the way Jeongin fumbles with you and is a little surprised that you're so bratty and pushing his patience to see what riles him up and gets him rough. Jeongin expected you to be more submissive, given he figured Minho was the more dominant person in the relationship. Little did he know; This was just what happened when you had two tops who bit at each other and pushed the limits. Jeongin just had to figure out how to handle you.

Changbin: Seungmin. He loves seeing you with Seungmin; Either using his favorite younger to get yourself off, or letting the vocalist take out some of his frustrations on you. Seungmin didn't have a partner of his own so he always came to Changbin if he was needing to blow off some steam, asking if he could borrow you for the night - And Changbin always agreed on the condition that he could be in the room. Seungmin never minded, he actually kind of liked having his favorite Hyung watching. Even if it felt a little dirty using his sweetheart like this...

Hyunjin: Chan. Chan, all the way - but not for the reasons you may be thinking. Hyunjin wants you with Chan and Chan only because he trusts the eldest with everything he has. He trusts Chan to take care of you the way you deserve, to be as romantic as him and to be careful with you when something happens that might be a little more rough. He wants you in good hands and he trusts Chan to be delicate with you. (I'm sure you were hoping I'd say you get devoured and fucked hard the by Red Lights duo and you do, but only when they both need to let off some steam. Otherwise it's usually more romantic and soft.)

Jisung: Hyunjin. Jisung is antsy when it comes to sex; He's touchy, fumbling, rushing ahead of himself and always trying to get the most he can out of the time he has with you - so Hyunjin being with you is perfect because he is the complete opposite. Hyunjin's a romantic and is setting the room up with candles and rose petals, taking you by the hand and kissing you so sweetly while Jisung sits helpless in the corner. Jisung loves watching it all, sitting out and just observing, but because he's so antsy you do have to tie his hands to the armrests of the chair so he can't get up and try to join.

Felix: Changbin. Felix is NOT going to pass up the chance to see you with his favorite Hyung. He isn't super huge on being sucked in general but if it's Changbin, he'll let anything slide. And seeing Changbin being able to manhandle you so easily (not that Felix can't, he just can't toss you and lift you all that easily because of his back) makes Felix determined to work out more often. His favorite part to see is when Changbin literally folds you in half to fuck you easier. He's always learning new positions and techniques from his Hyung. <3

Seungmin: Jisung. Seungmin doesn't trust many of the guys with you because some of them can be so rough in the bedroom and he knows that because he swears he's heard all of them fucking at least once through the years of living together and swapping roommates. He likes listening sometimes, but watching one of his group members with you is so much more exhilarating. And of course he's picking Jisung to ask if he wants to join because he knows the answer will be yes and because he trusts Jisung to not rip you in half in bed. He also finds it a bit amusing how quickly Jisung moves with you, grabbing at your body to try and feel over every inch before his time with you is up.

Jeongin: Felix. His favorite Hyung is always welcome to join the two of you in the bedroom, but Jeongin knows well that he himself isn't interested in a threesome. Not with another guy, at least. So when Felix asks to join in some nights, Jeongin is always happy to say yes and invite him over to the apartment; And Jeongin is never upset about not being able to have sex with you because he's just as happy watching his favorite member taking care of you. Though he always ends up being a bit surprised by how feral Felix can get when it comes to you.

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[dcxdpdabbles]

A cult managed to summon the one true king among the dead. Danny Fenton, reincarnation of Elvis Presley, is summoned while performing Viva Las Vegas (or any other Elvis song) for the school talent show

The cult got the best of them, which is a really frustrating pill to swallow. If there was one thing the Gotham vigilantes pride themselves on, it was the ability to plan so well that others accused them of being Seers.

A few others thought that Batman and his kin were not from this planet or this plane of existence. Yet when it came down to it, they were all, in the end, mere ordinary humans.

That's why their stupid trapped worked so well. It was based on magic, which is much harder to track when the stuff makes their equipment go haywire.

They had each been fooled into coming to the same warehouse at the same time, believing that the call was sent out by one of their own, only to step right into a magical circle that bound them. Now, here they sat, unable to break out of their chains because it wasn't metal but conscious manipulation of light.

Duke tried his best to get them out, but the light had magic constantly moving, and it was hard for his powers to get a proper grip on it. Meanwhile, the cultists surrounded the circle, chanting in a tune to a set of drums.

It would have been an interesting ceremony to observe in any other situation. Bruce has always been fascinated by the various cultures he encounters, from the various worlds on his home planet to those outside of it.

He's never been one to judge others' beliefs, especially after all these years as Batman. He may not have a god, but he's fought alongside some and taken down a few himself. Really, he would have left them alone if they weren't kidnapping people and murdering them.

That was a big no-no.

"My children," The leader of the cult, The Children of the Realms, shouts voice somehow carrying over the bang bang bang of the drums, foot stops of the cults, and the sing-like chanting of the other cultists.

They weren't wearing robes, which was a nice change of cult, but instead dressed in suits and gala-like dresses. Their skins were painted blue for the men and green for the women, with some slight white highlights.

Bruce noted that the Cult leader was the only one not in a black suit but rather a white one. This might be the color of rank, seeing as there were a few women with a slit on their dresses that had white fabric edges and a few men with a white tie. The others were dressed black on black.

Bruce might have mistaken them for the court of owls, but their faces were visible, done up like the group was going out for a night of classy fun instead of camping out in a broken-down warehouse.

"We have captured the fools who claim themselves protectors." He gestures to Bruce and his kids, each staring back with an impassive expression, sharpening the loathing on the man's face. "Their actions drove away our king, but tonight, we finally bring down the heathens! Tonight! We call upon the True King of the Dead and offer him the fools who took his title!"

He left his arms, grinning madly at the crowd. "Tonight, we enter his kingdom, the worthy few! We, my children, will be allowed eternal life within the realms! While we rejoice in the wonders of the Realms, all the sinners will perish for their inability to provide the King with sacrifices to hunt properly! They will die and vanish while we move on to bigger and greater things!" He drops his arms just as the drums and the chant stop. There is a heavy silence before the cultists start cheering.

They embrace each other, smiling, laughing, and crying like they were all just saved—like a devastating war that tore their homes apart has just ended, and they are on the winning side.

The man didn't just yell; they would sacrifice people to their mysterious god for a hunt, not for food or to appease him but for the King's entertainment.

"Now, my children," the cult leader beams after everyone finishes congratulating each other. "Offer your blood as protection, and call forth the King!"

Around the circle, the cultists pull out various knives. Most look like switchblades, but none hesitate to slash their palms and slam them down to smear the blond along the drawn chalk lines.

Bruce's facial expression doesn't so much as twitch, but he's reeling back on the inside as the chalk glows a dangerously dark color. There is a few cracking sounds as green lighting zaps out of the circle and a loud woosh as a portal is ripped open.

A strong wind picks up, blowing everyone's clothes and causing a few to blink and close to their eyes

"Get into position!" the leader commands over the roar of the wind. He rushes behind him to climb into a coffin that Bruce had not noticed earlier.

It's white with silky, soft green plush inside. The Leader lies in a comfortable position, closing his eyes and crossing his arms. The rest rush to the side of the room, where more coffins await them, climbing in with child-like excitement.

None seem to care that theirs are all wooden coffins with nothing of the dazzle or comfort the Leader does. At least they are painted black, even if it only further highlights the quality difference.

It hits Bruce: The reason they are dressed this way is that they are dressed for their funerals. None of them were expecting to get out of this alive, and that's what they were all hopeful for.

"Shit," Duke swears lowly next to Bruce. He starts thrashing around, no longer caring if the cultist notices his attempts to break out of the chains of light. "The shadows are surrounding us. It's going to pull us in!"

Bruce doesn't see anything, but if his son claims it, he has no choice but to thrash around. His other children attempt to do the same. He barely manages to get his feet under him in an attempt to leap when he feels something grab at his ankles and pull.

Drag by an invisible force towards the circle's center, Bruce still attempts to kick his feet. The concrete burns against his cheek and rips his chin a little, and his children let out grunts and startled yelps when they, too, are taken by their legs and dragged right beside Bruce.

They wind up right under the portal, the more minor burst of electricity zipping along his skin like a soft shock one would get from the doorknob after rubbing one's feet against the carpet. He refuses to bow, even if a few cause a flinch or two because right above him, the portal finishes forming.

The wind stops, and the electricity shuts off. There is no sound in the room; everything is still as the vigilantes hold their breath, waiting to see what will happen. Duke is still working on the light chains, sweat pouring down the side of his face.

Sudden smoke fills the room as rays of colorful light beam from the portal. A guitar riff is heard, quickly followed by a set of drums in a rhythm oddly familiar to Bruce.

He raises a brow, confused as the smoke clears to find a teenager dressed like a famous singer his parents used to adore, standing in front of a mic, eyes closed and singing.

Singing and dancing in a perfect imitation of the King. And by that, Bruce does not mean the King of the Dead but Elvis the King.

The boy was signing Burning Love, moving to the music and dancing in place, seemingly unaware he was being moved. Behind him, the portal created an entire stage, complete with modern lights and amps that let him know there was no way this was the man from the fifties.

The portal vanishes once it finishes recreating the lights and hanging on top of the poles that the spotlight hands from a banner read "Casper High Talent Show".

Oh no. Did the cultists kidnap a child by accident? Magic was always a bitch when it came to selection of words.

He finishes his set, letting the last few a hunk, a hunk of burning love, be overshadowed by his rather impressive electric guitar solo. He lets out a breath, then slowly opens his eyes.

A sparkling blue that can not be human peaks out at Bruce as the boy says, "Thank you, everyone, for listening- WHERE AM I!?"

"Do you take requests?" Dick yells back, smiling his disarming grin meant to calm down civilians. "Can you play Hound Dog?"

[writeriguess]

Hiii neema😊

I was wondering If you could make a smut bakugo katsuki x fem reader, they have three kids. One 4 month old baby and two ten year olds 1 boy and 1 girl. (You decide the names)

The baby begins to cry at night and the two ten year olds get their baby sibling and wants to find their parents so they can fix the crying, but walk in on katsuki and the reader having sex.

Katsuki and the reader quickly cover up and hide their bodies under the blanket while nervously looking at their kids. They didn't think the kids would still be up.

But since the ten year olds are clueless they dontnpay attention to what they were doing and gives the reader the baby.

I really love your work and fanfics! I've stayed up all night and almost read them all, lmao.

A Parenting Hazard

Nights like these were rare.

A moment alone, just the two of you, tangled in each other’s arms without the chaos of parenthood weighing down on your every move. With Emi asleep in her crib, Ren and Hana tucked away in their rooms, and the entire house silent, you had finally—finally—allowed yourselves to indulge in the kind of intimacy you’d been craving for weeks.

Katsuki wasted no time the moment you’d curled up in bed together.

Now, you were beneath him, back arching as his mouth found the soft skin of your neck, his body pressed heavily against yours. The slow, deep thrusts of his hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your nails dragging down his back as he groaned into your ear.

“Missed this,” he muttered, voice thick with desire, his lips brushing against your jaw. “Missed you.”

You gasped when he rolled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside you, making your thighs tighten around him. “Katsuki—”

His name left your lips in a breathless moan, sending a surge of pride through him. He loved the way you melted beneath him, the way you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Fuck—” His rhythm grew rougher, needier, his grip on your waist tightening as he chased that high. “Gonna make you come again, baby—”

You were close—so was he. The heat coiled in your belly, your body trembling as he thrust into you harder, faster—

Then—

The bedroom door swung open.

“Mom! Dad! Emi won’t stop crying—”

Katsuki’s entire body locked up.

You gasped, hands flying to yank the blanket over both of you, just as Ren and Hana stepped into the room—Ren carrying Emi in his arms, the baby’s face scrunched up in a wail.

Katsuki was still inside you.

Still rock-hard.

Still seconds away from coming when the moment shattered into pure, horrifying reality.

A thick, suffocating silence filled the room as you and Katsuki stared, wide-eyed, at your ten-year-olds, who looked back with the innocent expectation that their parents would fix the problem.

Hana frowned, squinting at the two of you huddled beneath the covers. “Why are you guys under there like that?”

Your brain scrambled for an answer.

“Uh—we—we were cold!” you blurted out.

Katsuki’s head snapped toward you with an expression of pure disbelief.

Ren blinked at you. Then his eyes drifted down, taking in the sweat glistening on your face and the way both of you were panting like you just ran a marathon.

“But… if you were cold, why are you all sweaty and out of breath?”

Katsuki twitched beside you.

You wanted to die.

“Uh—w-we were…” Your mind grasped at straws, but your tongue failed you. Shit, shit, shit.

Katsuki cleared his throat, voice gruff as he forced himself to speak. “We were just… workin’ out.”

Ren and Hana shared a look.

“In bed?” Hana asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Katsuki said flatly. “Now, gimme the damn baby and go to bed.”

Ren, thankfully, didn’t question it further and shuffled forward, carefully placing Emi onto your chest. She immediately nuzzled against you, her cries fading into soft sniffles as you held her close.

Hana, however, lingered a second longer, looking between you and Katsuki suspiciously.

“Okay…” she said slowly, before shrugging. “Goodnight, I guess.”

She turned, dragging Ren out of the room with her.

The moment the door shut behind them, you collapsed back onto the pillows, Emi still snug in your arms, your heart racing in your chest.

Katsuki ran a hand down his face, groaning. “I hate those damn kids.”

You snorted, unable to stop the laughter bubbling up. “You love them.”

“Not right now, I don’t.”

You giggled, adjusting Emi in your arms as she dozed off, blissfully unaware of what she’d just ruined.

Katsuki huffed, rolling onto his back, frustration evident in every tense line of his body.

After a beat of silence, he turned his head toward you, eyes dark with lingering need.

"So… you think we can pick up where we left off?"

You snorted. "Absolutely not. I have a baby to put back to sleep."

Katsuki groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. "Fuckin’ cockblocked by my own damn kids."

You laughed softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Welcome to parenthood, babe."

And as much as he complained, you knew he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Even if it meant sacrificing a few very good nights.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Someone told me they weren't a fan of Silver because he's written too heroically good without any flaws. To be fair, you don't have to like Silver at all; to each their own, but I don't understand how someone can go through Book 7 and not see the blatant flaws the writers gave him.

If I had to pinpoint why his flaws aren't as well seen, it is likely because he's not intentional about any harm he causes at all. It's not as shown in Book 7, but he's like Kalim where he is known to be naive, oblivious, and blunt to an almost painful degree, lacking total social awareness in most situations. In Book 7, specifically, we see that he has total self-worth issues, where he feels like he needs to repay Lilia for raising him (he doesn't) and constantly apologizes for things outside of his control (like Malleus's overblot). Poor self-worth is still a character flaw, even if it doesn't necessarily have a negative effect on other characters, and it manifests itself in Silver in a different way than how Sebek's issues with his self-worth are shown. I know that they aren't the most obvious character flaws, like how other characters are seen as arrogant, petty, or quick to anger, but they're still flaws regardless.

It's probably harder for the writers to write flaws for a character whose main inspiration comes from a Disney prince and princess, who are often characterized as paragons of good morality (most princesses' main character flaws are naivety anyway). But just because he's more stereotypically good than the rest of the cast does not negate the flaws he does have. What are your thoughts? Off-topic, but I really enjoy reading your character analyses even if I don't agree with them sometimes; it helps me look at the story from a new perspective.

dhjwekskskn Very quickly, thank you for the feedback! That’s always my goal with analyses—not to necessarily change minds, but to hopefully expose others to + get them thinking about perspectives beyond their own.

This is the first time I’ve heard of someone claiming Silver doesn’t have flaws 🤔 I would sort of get it if this was pre-book 7, as Silver content is quite scarce before then. Mmm… even so, he has opportunities in various vignettes and event stories to show us areas where he’s lacking. For example, in Leona's Ceremonial Robes vignettes, Silver believes that Leona and Malleus are friends, despite Leona's very blatant hostility towards Malleus--which indicates denseness and a lack of social awareness. He's also unaware of how he presents himself to others, leading to peers thinking he's unapproachable (his Dorm Uniform vignettes) or to otherwise be stiff-faced (something Vil comments on in Fairy Gala: What If and in Silver's P.E. vignettes). Those can, however, be easy to miss, especially if you weren’t already on the lookout for him to begin with.

I think we readily overlook Silver’s flaws (even when they’re on display) because 1) he’s not as loud about it like Kalim is and 2) he’s a “good” guy in a cast of characters that usually act like assholes or take it a step further and come close to committing actual crimes. It’s hard for a normal nice guy to stand out against that crowd. Another part of it is, I think, how Silver's greatest shortcoming is easily conflated for something "good".

A consistent theme for Silver is feeling as though he is not enough. This can cause him to train intensely in order to rectify the situation. For example, in the aforementioned Dorm Uniform vignettes, Silver immediately seeks help learning how to appear more friendly to his classmates. Similarly, in Azul's Halloween Dress vignette, Silver assumes extensive training to help him be more intimidating so that he can get the other Diasomnia students to obey him. (As it turns out, they actually don't listen to him because Silver has a tendency to fall asleep mid-conversation.) He also drinks coffee, invests money in clocks, and does whatever he can to help himself stay alert, as he cites his inability to stay awake as a personal shortcoming rather than a health condition he has no control over. He’s frequently apologizing to others for falling asleep on them and even apologizing for others (like Sebek). In short, Silver is always pushing himself to "be better" (something typically regarded as positive), which is a LARGE contrast to the majority of his peers, who are resistant to change and slow to acknowledge their faults. The key thing to note here is that Silver is doing all of this out of a lack of self-worth. He believes he's not worthy, not good enough.

This all culminates in the events of book 7, in which we learn that Silver has deep-rooted insecurities about being "enough" for Lilia as well. As he tells Malleus in 7-28:

"17 years ago... Father found me as a baby deep in the forests of Briar Valley. Father is fae. I'm human. I'm not related to him by blood, and there's no other reason for him to be responsible for me. Yet he took me in. He raised me as if I were his own. He fed me, he trained me, he stayed with me all night whenever I was sick... Humans and fae are different in every way, from our constitutions, to how fast we grow—all of it. Barely anyone in Briar Valley knows how to care for a human. And Father lived alone there. I can only imagine how hard it must've been for him to raise a human baby with no one to turn to for help... I can never thank him enough. I was ready to spend the rest of my life repaying him... But I haven't given back a single thing... And now he's planning to pass on in a faraway land. Even if Father loses his magic and grows frail... Even if he forgets everything, I still want to be at his side, supporting him... I'm far from a fine son! I can't grant my father the one thing he wished for. He wanted me to send him off with a smile on my face..."

Silver is incredibly hard on himself, and even moreso once he learns the truth of his bloodline. Not only does he tell himself that he's undeserving of Lilia's love or even calling himself his son, but he also convinces himself that Malleus and Sebek would also despise him now + tells himself he deserves this:

"Father, don't... I... I don't deserve your love." (context: he's telling past!Lilia to not taking in his infant self)

"Stop that! Stop crying! You have no right to cry!" (context: Silver berates his infant self for sobbing when Lilia takes him in)

"What worth could a bunch of shriveled up old acorns have? Why would you lie like that...? *sob, sob*" (context: Silver learns that the acorn bracelet Lilia considers his "single most valuable possession" was a gift from child!Silver)

"It's pitch black everywhere... Maybe this place is what I deserve. I can just stay here, alone...forever... *sob* (context: Silver is astray in his own darkness)

"What must Sebek think of me now...? ...Does he hate me? I don't want to think about it... I don't want to think about anything."

"Father, did you know that this ring originally belonged to the Dawn Knight...? The Dawn Knight, enemy to you and all of Briarland... Vanquisher of Malleus's parents... And I'm... I'm his... *sob* *sob* *gulp*I... I... How will I ever face you and Malleus after this? *sob, sob*"

"Even though we aren't related by blood, I've always seen myself as your son. But...I can't call myself that in good conscience any longer." "You could never truly love someone related to the Silver Owls... Let alone the Dawn Knight's son! You could never... *sob, sob*"

"Was that voice another vision I conjured to comfort myself?" (context: Silver is greeted by a vision of Lilia praising him; he rejects that image, but accepts a hostile version of past!Lilia who sees him as the Dawn Knight and moves in to strike him down)

Silver is only pulled out of his swamp of darkness when Sebek reminds him that he is so strong only as a result of Lilia's love. Even after this point in time, we see Silver's penchant to be a little too self-sacrificing putting him in danger. He throws himself in harm's way to shield Lilia from a blow in the Eastern Fortress, does the same at Mallemom's lightning, and when confronting Malleus multiple times throughout book 7. (This isn't even limited only to protecting his father; Silver is shown to jump into action in other instances, like protecting Idia in GloMasq from what is basically a party popping handkerchief. Sebek doesn't do the same; his protective behaviors primarily relate to Diasomnia.) Silver is, quite literally, willing to lay his life on the line for others--and that, in part, comes from being a trained knight, of course. However, part of it could also coes from a place of thinking of others as having more worth than he does, or feeling as though he must "repay" the people important to him.

This is why it's sooo satisfying seeing Silver formally take on Lilia's surname at the end of book 7. This entire time, he has been struggling with his identity and self-worth. By finally becoming "Silver Vanrouge", he's affirming that his father does love him, and that he is worthy of having that love. Everyone there at the party is even there to bear witness to the completion of that character arc.

[muqingslover]

[ is that angst I smell? The menu for tonight offers the LADS boys and how they are post-breakup with you! yum! the reason for the break-up is open bc it's besides the point. Also, how do we feel about this layout? ]

Rafayel

Now playing: The cut that always bleeds by Conan Gray

Part of him had always expected this to happen. The ugly and resentful side of his heart that never believed in the so called "love" you held for him after the horrible things he went through and in the end he was proven right.

How many more reincarnations would he have to live through until you finally learned to love him? Or maybe this was his punishment for sacrificing the lives of his own people for someone who won't even look his way.

Personally, I don't think he's a weak, whiny baby most people describe him as. I firmly believe Rafayel can be resentful and angry, he just keeps it hidden so you won't see it. This time however? Oh you're seeing all the sides of him.

He wouldn't ever hurt you, absolutely not, but he will raise his voice when he questions why you were doing this to him, why were you forsaking him again, when he's given you everything he possibly could.

"Why is it never enough for you?! Why is it so damn hard for me to be enough for you?! Answer me!" The tears streaming down his face are something he doesn't even realize until his eyes begin to sting. How many centuries has it been since he had last cried?

For months he'd stay locked inside his studio and no one is allowed to visit, not even his aunt is able to help. The paintings he had of you were all ruined but Rafayel still found himself sketching your face like clockwork each time he stood in front of an empty canvas.

He feels angry, betrayed and he's just so, so hurt. I believe that depending on the reason behind the breakup it could very well be his last straw and will lead to him returning to the sea for good.

One day he's just gone without a trace and he's never coming back.

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Xavier

Now playing: The loneliest by Måneskin

He can't believe this is happening. Like, you choosing to break up with him was never even an option in his mind. Xavier would immediately assume it was his fault and beg for you to let him try and fix whatever went wrong.

His entire world shatters when you walk out the door and somehow it hurts so much more than when he held you in his arms as life left your body.

For months he would take part of the same missions you did, visit the same spaces, take the same train and do anything he could to be apart of your life. The silence between the two of you is suffocating but, surprisingly, Xavier is the one who makes the effort to make conversation about even the simplest of things.

His emotional state would completely drain him. He is so exhausted but he can't sleep at all. Not when he knows you chose to not be by his side.

Nevertheless, Xavier would keep trying, trying and trying and then some more. He brings you things he tried to cook in hope it'll make you smile the same way it did before only to end up throwing it away in a bin after you declined it.

Eventually his exhaustion would catch up to him and lead to a fatal mistake while out in a mission. He is stubborn, but there is only so much he can do when his own body is running into the ground.

"Can you see the sky from where you are?" He would ask during a call you received in the middle of the night in which, unknown to you, would be the last time you ever heard his voice. To Xavier however, he was relived he was able to hear your voice while under the same sky one last time.

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Zayne

Now playing: Promise by Laufey

The breakup itself is so quiet and calm. The two of you discussed things and he accepted it. Zayne would always, always, respect your choices. If being by his side was not something you wanted then he will let you go without any claw marks.

It was too awkward to be around each other so what follows are weeks of radio silence. He throws himself into his work, but he can't find the focus to properly do his job. His mind always go back to you— Were you okay? Were you thinking of him at all? Were you eating and sleeping well? Who was by your side now?

He breaks the no contact rule first to check on you and although he isn't sure if what he feels is genuine relief when he sees you doing well at least that's...closure. You're happy and healthy, even without him, and he couldn't ask for more than that.

Zayne feels as if everything around him turned dull and grey. His heart frozen in time after you left and he is nothing more than a husk that functions on autopilot until his body breaks down.

He feels cold regardless of the temperature now that you're not here and he believes it is what it is. He tried, he truly did his absolute best, but he can't take away from your happiness.

The two of you will return to being friends after a while and he will continue to support and care for you like he always did. To you, the moments you shared will soon be forgotten while Zayne he will forever remain frozen in those warm memories.

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Sylus

Now playing: The Moon will sing by The Crave Wives

His hands gently cradle your face as he asks you to please talk to him because there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Except sometimes there are are things he simply can't do and that's something he would be forced to accept.

Sylus would ask to keep contact even if it's just for the sake of business and uses any and every excuse to see you or hear your voice. If he can't be wanted then he will be needed and if he can't be needed then he is okay with being used as long as it's by your hands.

In truth, he wouldn't ever give you up regardless if you fell for someone else or years pass. He will be frustrated and hurt at times, but he can be patient. He will wait until it's his turn to be deserving of your heart again.

Though that does not mean he will do absolutely nothing. Sylus would tell you every day that he still loves you and it doesn't matter what you say because he won't ever feel disencouraged.

"I'm not expecting anything or pressuring you. I'm only reminding you that my love for you won't change even if you're not by my side." His voice is like a gentle coo as his hand comes to pat your head, playfully ruffling your hair so you would drop the serious expression on your pretty face.

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Caleb

Now playing: In my room by Julia Wolf

The biggest CRASH out.

First, he knows you want to break up before you even gather up the courage to bring it up and he finds a way to stop you from saying it every. single. time.

"Caleb I think—" "Oh! I completely forgot! I got these tickets to the show you wanted to go! C'mon, c'mon! We'll be late!"

He is in strong denial after you finally manage to say it. He'd claim you're just confused about things and that it'll pass as long as you give it some time because you don't truly mean it. You need him, how could you ever think otherwise?

He will keep calling and texting you non-stop— He begs you to talk to him and rethink your choice. You're obviously making a mistake so please stop this already.

It would take a lot to make him stop. Unless you had an ironclad reason to not come back to him then he would keep going. When he does stop though? Oof.

Caleb could only endure the torture and damage done to him mentally and physically all those years because you were his anchor. His entire life is centered around you and now that you're gone he'd lose all of his motivation.

The last time you hear from him is through the news you'd receive about the colonel who took his own life.

"Please keep me close to your heart." Your eyes read the words on the letter while your other hand clutched the necklace he left for you. Would you grant him this one last, selfish wish of his?

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Star student!Mydei in an enemies to lovers scenario with class clown!reader where, one day they're getting into another silly argument and the next thing you know, he's waking up in her bed.

ℱ）warnings : nsfw/smut, creampie, unprotected s*x, overstimulation, bullying, teasing, dumbification, degradation, size difference/kink and enemies to lovers. not proof read!!

ℱ）note : art header is by rororo_mg on x !! also not proof read.

Mydei groaned as consciousness crept back to him, his body heavy, his mind sluggish. He blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the window, trying to piece together where he was—

Then he froze.

This wasn’t his room. The sheets smelled different, softer, laced with something sweet and floral. There was a weight on his chest—warm, steady breaths tickling against his skin. And when he finally dared to glance down, his breath caught in his throat.

You.

His sworn pain in the ass, the class clown who made his life infinitely harder, was curled up against him, your arm draped over his stomach, your face tucked against his shoulder. Mydei’s stomach twisted, heat crawling up his neck as flashes of last night slammed into his mind all at once.

The argument. The usual back-and-forth, sharp words and teasing jabs. You were always getting under his skin, always testing his patience with that insufferable, mischievous grin. But this time, it had been different. The tension had snapped, the line between irritation and something far more dangerous blurring in an instant.

And now—

Mydei exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. What the fuck did I do?

Your body shifted slightly against him, a sleepy hum escaping your lips. Mydei stiffened, every muscle in his body locking up as you nuzzled closer, completely unaware of the absolute crisis he was having.

He needed to move. He needed to get out of here before you woke up and turned this into something ten times worse than it already was. But his body betrayed him, his hand hovering over your back, tempted—fuck—to pull you closer instead of pushing you away.

Mydei swallowed hard, his heart hammering as he stared down at you, still sleeping soundly against his chest. The memories of last night were coming back in flashes—your legs wrapped around his waist, your moans gasping his name between teasing laughter, the way you clenched around him so tight it nearly drove him insane.

And then, the final moment—his body tensing, his breath hitching as he spilled deep inside you, your nails digging into his back as you took every drop.

His stomach tightened at the thought, at the realization of what he’d done.

He had creampied you.

Raw.

No protection.

Mydei squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the heat rising in his body at the memory of how good you felt, how he hadn’t even thought about pulling out—how maybe, deep down, he hadn’t wanted to.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his mess of golden hair.

You stirred, your body shifting slightly against him, your breath warm against his skin. Mydei froze, holding his breath as your fingers twitched against his stomach, as your nose scrunched up in that sleepy way you always did when you were about to wake up.

And just like that, his moment of peace was gone.

Your eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, your brows furrowing slightly as your gaze slowly focused on him.

For a second, there was only silence.

Then—

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

Mydei let out a sharp, humorless laugh, pressing a hand over his face. “That’s my line, dumbass.”

You shot up—only to immediately whimper, your thighs clenching shut. Mydei’s gaze flickered down, and there it was—his cum, thick and sticky, already starting to drip out of you.

His cock twitched.

Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god.”

Mydei exhaled sharply, already bracing himself for the absolute nightmare that was about to unfold. Because if last night had been a mistake…

Then why the fuck did he already want to do it again?

“You’re staring.”

Your voice was still thick with sleep, laced with confusion and something else—something softer. But that wasn’t what Mydei was focused on. His eyes were locked onto the mess between your legs, the way his cum was leaking out of your sore, used hole, the way your thighs clenched like you were trying to hide it from him.

Cute.

“Can’t help it,” Mydei murmured, voice low, rough. His hand reached out before he could stop himself, two fingers pressing against your swollen folds, pushing his cum back inside. “Didn’t realize my dumb little rival could take me so well.”

Your breath hitched, your body twitching under his touch. “Don’t say it like that,” you mumbled, glaring at him—but the effect was ruined by the way your voice wavered, by the way your hips twitched toward his hand instead of away.

Mydei smirked. “What, don’t wanna admit how much you loved it?” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear, his fingers still teasing your sensitive hole. “You were begging for it last night, girl. I should’ve recorded it—”

Your whimper cut him off, and fuck, that sound went straight to his cock.

“You’re such an asshole,” you grumbled, but there was no real bite to it. Just heat. Just need.

Mydei chuckled. “And yet,” he murmured, sliding his fingers up to your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, “you’re already soaking wet again.”

You let out a broken moan, your body betraying you completely. “S’not fair,” you slurred, your head lolling back, your thighs falling open despite yourself. “Feels too good…”

Dumb girl.

Mydei groaned, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach in one smooth motion. His body caged over yours, his chest pressing against your back as his cock slid between your thighs, rubbing against your slick folds.

“You’re so stupid when you’re fucked out,” he murmured, dragging his cock along your entrance. “So cute and dumb, letting your enemy fuck you raw.”

You whined, pushing your hips back, desperate, needy. “M-Mydei, please…”

Fuck. He was going to ruin you.

With one sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning at how tight you were, how perfectly your walls squeezed around him. You sobbed into the pillow, your body shuddering, overwhelmed already.

“That’s it,” he muttered, gripping your hips, pulling back only to slam in deeper. “Take it, dumb little thing.”

You couldn’t speak—only moan, only whimper as he fucked you open, every thrust shoving you deeper into the mattress, into complete, brainless pleasure. Your mind was melting, your thoughts dissolving until the only thing left was him.

Mydei grinned against your shoulder, his pace rough and relentless. “Not so mouthy now, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, his other hand pressing down on your belly, feeling how deep he was. “Maybe I should keep you like this—stuffed full and too dumb to argue with me.”

Your moan was high-pitched, broken.

Mydei groaned. “Fuck, you’re clenching—do you like being called stupid?” His hand slid between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit, making you jolt. “Bet you do. Bet you love getting fucked so hard you can’t even think.”

You could only sob in response, your body shuddering as pleasure slammed into you, your walls fluttering wildly around his cock.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he growled, snapping his hips faster. “Make a mess all over my cock, pretty.”

And you did—crying out as you came hard, your whole body going limp, twitching from the intensity. Mydei groaned, feeling you squeeze around him, milking him, dragging him over the edge—

With a sharp, shuddering breath, he slammed deep one last time, spilling inside you, filling you up until it dripped out around his cock.

For a moment, the only sound was your heavy breathing, the faint, sticky noises of his cum still leaking from your used hole.

Then, Mydei chuckled, breathless. “Guess that makes two nights in a row.”

You groaned into the pillow. “Shut up.”

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY PREVIEW.

COCKY: CHAPTER II.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself.

Preview under the cut!

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Chris keeps a firm arm around you as you stumble slightly inside the elevator, his grip steadying you. His jaw is tight, his lips pressed into a hard line as he watches you from the corner of his eye. The tension in the small, enclosed space is suffocating.

"You really need to learn your limits," he mutters, voice low but laced with frustration. "Drinking that much? Letting that guy all over you?" He exhales sharply, shaking his head. "You're lucky I was there."

You barely register his words, your body still buzzing, your mind clouded. You feel too warm, too restless. By the time he leads you outside and into the cool night air, you feel like you’re burning from the inside out. He opens the car door for you, his other hand resting on your back to guide you in, but you don’t move. You just stand there, staring at him, your breath coming in short, uneven exhales.

Chris sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Come on, get in."

"I'm not drunk," you murmur.

Chris lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Sure, you’re not."

His dismissiveness makes something snap inside you. Before he can react, you grab the front of his shirt, yanking him down to your level, and press your lips hard against his.

He freezes. His entire body stiffening. For a moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe. And then, just as suddenly as you kissed him, you pull away.

Chris stares at you, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted. "What—?"

"I'm not drunk," you repeat, your voice steadier now. "But Jane—" you swallow, your body trembling with heat, "—I think she gave me one of her aphrodisiac pills."

Chris blinks. His expression shifts from confusion to disbelief. "You’re kidding."

You shake your head, but it's hard to focus when all you can think about is the way his body feels pressed against yours, the way his lips felt under yours just now—warm, firm, perfect.

"Chris," you whisper, stepping closer, your fingers fisting his shirt again. You tilt your head up, your eyes dark and needy. "I want you."

Chris swallows hard, his hands hovering near your waist but not quite touching. "You don’t know what you’re saying."

"I do." Your voice drops lower, your lips grazing his jaw. "I want you. I want you... all over me."

Chris lets out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening on your hips. His restraint is palpable, his whole body tensed like a wire about to snap.

You tilt your head back, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "So… how about we do another test tonight?"

Chris exhales sharply, his hands gripping your arms as if grounding himself. "No," he says, his voice strained. "Not like this."

You blink up at him, your body pulsing with need. "Why not?" Your voice comes out in a frustrated whisper, your fingers tightening around his shirt.

"Because you're not yourself right now," he mutters, jaw clenched. "I’m not taking advantage of you."

"Told you I'm not drunk. I—I'm just so horny," You admit with a shy chuckle. Getting no response from him, you huff, pushing him away with a frustrated groan. "Fine," you bite out. "Then I'll find someone who will."

Chris’s eyes darken instantly. "What?"

"If you won’t help me," you say, turning on your heel, "The hot-guy-with-extra-large-dick Han will."

You don’t make it two steps before Chris’s hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you back with enough force that you collide into his chest. You gasp, but before you can utter another word, his lips crash against yours.

The kiss is punishing—hot, deep, desperate. His hands grip your waist, pressing you firmly against him, his body heat consuming you. His lips move fiercely against yours, and you melt into him, moaning against his mouth.

When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, his forehead resting against yours. His grip on you tightens as he growls against your lips, "Get in the fucking car."

Your knees feel weak, your body humming in anticipation. His tone is commanding, leaving no room for argument. Swallowing hard, you nod, breathless.

Chris releases a sharp breath, then, without another word, opens the car door for you. This time, you get in.

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Full fic will be released this Friday, March 14. Or you can read it early on my Patreon page:

[slutoru1207]

Sinister!Mark x reader part 2

TW: Stockholm Syndrome Elements – Sinister!Mark is manipulating the reader into questioning their own emotions.Psychological & Emotional Manipulation – Gaslighting, coercion, and possessive behavior.Forced Confinement & Kidnapping – The reader is being held against their will.Threatening & Implied Violence – Sinister!Mark’s reaction to the tracker shows his capacity for dangerous escalation.Loss of Hope / Isolation – The destruction of the tracker removes the reader’s last known chance of rescue.

His breath was still warm against your lips, his forehead pressing against yours like he was grounding himself in you—like he had finally found the missing piece of his shattered world. But you?

You were drowning.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow, trembling breaths, your body locked in place, trapped between his grip and the unrelenting weight of his obsession. Sinister!Mark’s hands stayed firm on you, his thumbs brushing slow, affectionate circles against your skin, a stark contrast to the violence barely restrained in his golden eyes.

“I can feel you shaking,” he murmured, voice drenched in sickening amusement, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “It’s cute.”

You tried to move back, to put any amount of space between you, but his grip only tightened. “Why are you doing this?” you whispered, barely able to hear your own voice over the rush of blood in your ears.

His expression softened—almost heartbreakingly so. Like you had just asked him the saddest question in the world. “Because I love you,” he whispered, as if the answer was the simplest thing in the world. “I need you.”

You flinched when his fingers traced down your arm, slow, possessive. “I know you’re scared,” he continued, his voice laced with false sympathy. “But it’s okay. You don’t have to be. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers reached your wrist, curling around it, not squeezing, not hurting—just holding. Like he was making sure you wouldn’t disappear on him.

“You are happy, right?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an undeniable warning beneath it.

Your throat was dry. You swallowed hard, forcing down the nausea building in your stomach. “Mark…”

A flicker of irritation crossed his face at the name—the wrong Mark.

His grip tightened, and before you could react, he yanked you forward, forcing you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, eerily calm. His breath fanned against your ear as he spoke, every syllable dripping with dangerous devotion.

“I don’t want to hear his name from your lips,” he murmured, voice low, quiet, but laced with something lethal. “I’m the one who loves you. I’m the one who came for you. He doesn’t deserve you. He never did.”

You tried to step back, but his arms locked around you, caging you in. His fingers trailed up your spine, slow and deliberate, making every nerve in your body scream.

“I know you think you love him,” he whispered. “I know you think he’s the one you belong with.” He exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss against your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. “But that’s just because you forgot what we were. What we are.”

Your stomach churned.

“You’ll remember,” he assured, voice soothing, like he was comforting a frightened animal. “You’ll see. You just need time.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

Time.

He wasn’t letting you go.

Before you could speak, a sharp beep cut through the air.

Sinister!Mark tensed.

You barely had time to register what was happening before a small device—a tracker—rolled out from the hem of your sleeve and landed in the grass at your feet, flashing red.

The realization hit you all at once.

Mark—your Mark—had put it there.

And Sinister!Mark knew it.

His entire body went rigid. You could feel his heartbeat pick up, his fingers twitching where they held you, his breath hitching just slightly.

Then, slowly, achingly slow, he reached down and picked up the tiny device, rolling it between his fingers.

His golden eyes lifted to yours, and for the first time, there was no mask of sweetness, no twisted gentleness.

Just rage.

And beneath it, something far, far worse.

A smile.

A small, knowing, cruel smile.

“Oh,” he murmured, turning the tracker between his fingers. “He’s already looking for you, isn’t he?”

Your stomach dropped.

His eyes burned with something dark—something excited.

“Good.”

Then, before you could scream, before you could move, he crushed the device in his palm, the metal and circuits crumbling like dust in his grip.

And just like that—

Your only hope of being found disappeared.

part 3?

[grimrevolution]

@postcardsfromheapside mentioned wanting to reblog this separately and, honestly, i agree that i would rather have it as an analysis of tevinter and the slavery depicted in it. so i'm going to delete the other post and put this up instead.

i believe that veilguard has the most accurate depiction of slavery in all four dragon age games. probably because the writers actually read up on what slavery looks like in a world that has mostly abolished it and realized that we live with that reality right now and most people don't even realize it.

i am going to talk about slavery pretty frankly - but not graphically - beneath the cut, and about why the government of tevinter fights so hard against abolishing slavery.

when people think of slavery, most of the time what they think of is what is called 'chattle slavery'. this is when people are legally owned in a system as property and are treated as property. just like how vandalizing someone's house or shooting a horse would be considered as a crime against the owner, killing a slave brought the same sort of repercussions. the thing about chattle slavery is that slaves bought in this sort of environment were extraordinarily expensive. around the same cost as a modern day vehicle. when people purchased slaves, they were weighing the amount of profit they would make vs. the cost of the purchase. it's why many slave owners in the american south often sold their slaves to other farmers and land owners when their businesses were failing.

chattle slaves of history were rarely killed by their owners. they could have been, but slave owners always thought about their money. it was more profitable to break a person than to kill them, because a broken person would work and, eventually, be an investment.

this is the type of slavery that fenris describes. the minrathous markets, the fact that he was turned into a lyrium knight, how he was supposed to serve 'a greater purpose' until he managed to escape. the problem is, if tevinter participates in chattle slavery why are magisters able to kill so many of them for blood magic rituals? well, there are multiple reasons.

krem in inquisition describes his father's fate as a tailor, how his father was not able to make enough money competing with the governmental slaves, and so sold himself into slavery so that his food and board were taken care of and he could escape poverty. this is called 'governmental slavery'. it's normally enacted in war on prisoners who are forced into labor camps and in prison systems that lend out criminals to local businesses to do work. it is very possible that a rook laidir falls into this category, as galley slaves historically were prisoners working off a debt owed to the public due to some sort of criminal offense. sometimes these people were able to work off that debt and became free again. lof rook never goes explicitly into how they got into that situation or why, just that they 'had to survive' and then 'the lords of fortune took [them] in'.

we do, however, know that tevinter has a system for freed slaves. they're called liberati and, much like lorelei is doing, they can pick up a trade, join a circle of magi, and own property, but they do not have any say in the government nor can they join the military. maevaris brings this up multiple times. she repeatedly says that tevinter is more than just mages, and that everyone deserves to have a say in their government and even sit in the magesterium. she, ashur, and dorian are well aware of their privilege, but they're also the only ones in power that can actually do anything. lorelei even brings this up when you're leaving the shop. she has a whole conversation with bren about how there is a power imbalance but how she - nor anyone who is not a mage - can do anything about it.

however, think about lorelei's position. she is an elf living in tevinter. the shadow dragons have given her a position as a shop owner to make her own money. if she wasn't, who would take her in? how would she get a job? she was a city elf, untrained, possibly very young. did she know how to read when she was first taken? because if she didn't, a slave owner wasn't going to pay for her to learn. knowledge is power, and keeping people ignorant, broken down, and desperate is how the cycle keeps feeding itself.

without the shadow dragons, lorelei would have had no choice but to sell herself back into slavery or try and escape tevinter all together. this is the cycle that tevinter runs on. not kidnapping dalish elves along the border, though i'm sure that feeds into it, but by using poverty to continue the cycle. a liberati is a free person, they go to find a way to make money, no one will take them on whether because they were a slave, they were a criminal, they're an elf/dwarf/qunari, and, without the funds to travel anywhere, that liberati sells themselves back into slavery just to survive.

this is called debt slavery. it is also the most widely spread slavery in the world today. people in debt slavery could have made your lunch today. your dinner. they probably made the components in your computer, the stone of the building you work in, the coal used to make the steel of your car. they are in prisons, they work as dishwashers, they are farmers and quarry workers and butchers. in a city as big as new york? you could have easily passed by ten slaves during an hour walk and never even known it.

this is the type of slavery that tevinter has.

it is not chains lashing people's wrists together, it's not some person being carried in a carriage with mostly naked elves, it is people doing work. because that's what slavery is; it is work. without profit, there would be no slavery. but tevinter makes a profit because slave labor is dirt cheap and so the government can sell it for dirt cheap. they probably pay for a room for the slaves, some food, and that's it.

since they have this circular cycle of the poor selling themselves into slavery, it goes a bit beyond the chattle slaves that are seen as expensive and luxurious property. when slaves are dirt cheap (because they sell themselves to the slaveowners reducing the costs of travel, transport, and other materials) and their prices are fairly inexpensive, you begin to see what is called 'short-term slavery'. this is what happens when people are slaves from an approximate six months to ten years. not because they're freed, but because they die. there's no point to keeping a cheap slave alive. not when there are others that can readily take their place.

dorian himself mentions this in the codex 'minrathous: capital of the imperium' where he says:

Instead there was poverty and desperation. Hands that reached for the coin I offered, the scrap of uneaten food—nothing to me, and everything to them. I've lied to myself about it, made excuses for it, but I've known for a long time that Minrathous is not one city, but two.

the slaves are worth less than the labor they provide and, with so many people in poverty, one slave can easily be replaced by another. zara can kill a hundred slaves for a ritualistic bath because the cost of their blood was less than the market price of lyrium.

this is why blood mages can easily use slaves to fuel their sacrifices. it is also why aelia targets dock town; the people there are poor. to the rich, they might as well be slaves already.

after all, it's only a matter of time.

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if you liked this miniature essay and are interested in ways that you can help fight against modern day slavery, please consider looking into free the slaves. there is also end slavery now, which has dedicated a portion of their website to searching for charities located around the globe working to abolish slavery.

books about human trafficking/modern day slavery:

human trafficking around the world: hidden in plain sight by stephanie hepburn and rita simon

human trafficking: the complexities of exploitation edited by margaret malloch and paul rigby

migrant crossings: witnessing human trafficking in the u.s. by annie isabel fukushima

blood and earth: modern slavery, ecocide, and the secret to saving the world by kevin bales

[raven-unkind]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ cherry popping

Jay x fem!reader

wc. 1044 words

summary: asking bff jay to take your virginity

tw. mdni, nsfw, virgin reader, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, praise, dacryphilia (sorta? nothing crazy), protected sex (we all cheered), jay is in love with reader but does not confess 🙂

a/n. This is the winner of a poll I did 3 days ago! writing for the people 🙂‍↕️<3

“What did you say?” You shuffle around in your seat uncomfortable under Jay's piercing gaze. “I was wondering if you could… you know, be my first….” You trail off as if you didn't just ask your best friend of 5 years to take your virginity. Jay pauses, looking at you in disbelief, before turning back to the stove, the pasta now the least of his worries. 

“I-....” he sighs “Can I ask why you're asking me?” You sit up straighter, you knew Jay would never say no to you. No matter how crazy your ideas ever sounded, he would always say yes. You shrug, playing with what's left of your beer. “I trust you. We've been friends for years and I want my first to be with someone I trust.” Jay stays silent for a few minutes, his back is facing you but you can tell he's debating whether or not he should, yet again, indulge in your crazy idea. “If you don't want to, I can always ask Heeseung-” “No, I'll do it.” He cuts you off, finally turning around to face you. “You’re not asking Heeseung for anything. You said you want me to do it right? I'll do it.” He nods, almost like he’s reassuring himself. 

If Jay was completely honest with you, he’d tell you he had to use all his self restraint not to get hard when you, his pretty, innocent best friend – who he just so happens to be hopelessly in love with – asked him to basically fuck her. No feelings attached. 

…

“Come on baby… spread your pretty legs for me. ” You look down at Jay, who currently settled between your thighs, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs. You sigh, finally giving him access to your panties cladded pussy. The material useless, already drenched in your slick. He lets out a sigh and presses his tongue flat on your pussy, inciting a low whine from you, head falling back on the pillows. “J- Jay please.. Don't tease” you whine. Jay mumbles something that sounds like an apology and finally pushes your panties to the side, diving into your heat. You moan at the new, foreign feeling and Jay lets out a moan at your taste. “Taste so fucking good baby.” He pulls away from your heat, the lower part of his face glistening with your slick. You whine at loss of contact, and Jay smirks. He places a teasing kiss on your clit and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “J-jay-”  “I'm sorry, pretty girl, I'm just enjoying myself a little.” With that he finally dives back in, this time  his long slender fingers find your hole, entering you slowly. You gasp at the intrusion, as he adds another slowly working then in and out of you. You feel the knot in your stomach tightening and your thighs involuntarily close around Jay's head, trapping him in your heat. He clearly doesn't mind; his fingers work you open, grazing that one spot that makes you see start. “Oh my god- Just like that- please im so fucking close.” Your eyes roll at the back of your skull when his lips wrap around your pulsing clit, hands finding purchase in his hair, tugging on them. He starts hitting that spot, your orgasm nearing with each drag on his fingers. “Feels good doesn't it?” He rasps. You nod dumbly, unable to form a sentence. “I know, you’re such a good girl.” He praises. A few drag of his fingers later you're cuming all over his fingers. “That’s it -fuck- make a mess for me.” he groaned.

He gets up from between your legs, wiping the lower half of his face with the back of his hand. “You alright?” You nod, breathless from your orgasm. “Jay’s eyes roam on your exposed body, staring at your chest for a couple of seconds before his eyes dart back to yours. “Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want to-” “Yeah- please Jay.” You whine and he lets out a small whimper at the sight of you, under him, begging to be filled by his cock. He reached to open his nightstand drawer, taking out a small metallic packet. He opens it, and slides the condom over his length, positioning himself between your legs again.

“I’ll go slow mkay? Tell me when I can move.” You nod and Jay finally sinks in your dripping heat. You gasp at the initial stretch, the burn uncomfortable but not as painful as you imagined. You let out a shake breath as Jay pampers your chest and neck with kisses to soothe the pain. 

“You can move now.” Jay nods and slowly bottoms out, only his tip remaining inside, and slams his hips back in, cock reaching places you had no idea existed. You both moan at the feeling, Jay’s head falling in the crook of your neck. He had imagined how it would feel to have you so close for years, but god had he never expected for you to grip him so tightly, practically sucking him in. “F-fuck baby you're so tight” He whimpers in your ear, causing you to clamp around his length. “A-ah y/n dont do that or I’ll fucking cum… G- give me a minute princess.” 

He finally starts moving, slowly increasing his speed until he’s bullying his cock deep into you. The sound of moaning, groans and skin slapping are the only thing you can hear in the room. Feeling that pit in your stomach intensify with each push of his cock inside of you, your moans become more and more high pitched, cunt gripping Jay like vice. 

“J-jay im so fucking close please-” You whimper directly in his ear and he swears in that moment he would do anything you ask. He points his hips with intention now, penetrating deep, decided to make you come again, this time on his cock. A whine falls from your lips when your orgasm hits, a feeling so intense and new. You shake under him, clenching his length through your own orgasm until he gently pulls out and presses kisses on your cheek, mumbling about how good you did for him.

©RAVEN-ODYSSEY

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[sleepingcup]

I can't ask in your crk blog for some reason.. So..i came here andd I wasn't sure to message you crk blog either..

But I wanted to ask if you can do shadow milk and PV or their skins.. To like comfort a mentality exausted Y/N.. 😅 (omg I'm nervous-)

(Sorry about that anon, yes the inbox in eepy-cookies is closed because it has a massive request that needs to be fulfilled. But I do feel a little bonus since it feels a bit incomplete.)

Characters: Truthless Recluse, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Sage of Truth, & Shadow Milk Cookie x G/N Reader (Bonus: Black Sapphire Cookie, Candy Apple Cookie, Awakened Pure Vanilla Cookie) Genre: Hurt/Comfort & Fluff Trigger Warning: Dark Topics and mentions of s****de Disclaimer: This is made for fun, please be aware of ooc

Summary: You are exhausted mentally for who knows how long, masking your personality. Always keeping a fake smile wherever you go, it went well even if it hurts but somehow someone noticed and corners you alone.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

It will take him a while to notice that you were masking this whole time, he always got fooled so easily its hard for him to notice a bit of your suffering. To him you are able to avoid him trying to understand you.

But if he happen to notice, he feels really bad for not noticing.

You didn't tell him and he didn't know, you two are on both fault at that.

You happen to notice that he was going near you at all cost, he won't be fooled by your attitude, instead he often goes near you to hug, ask you, and at the same time making sure that you are being comforted slowly.

Who knows he might be happy to see you being truly happy.

Truthless Recluse

You can't fool him, he can sense your sorrows.

Try masking your emotions and he can casually point it out like it was no big deal for him, of course he can piss you off wondering why but he knew he was trying to help you.

You heard me, "Help you." What else can you do when he found you alone on the top building with railings leaving behind many shoes of the unfortunate.

He may not be the best comforter but rest assure that his silent presence alone was there for you to at least let you lap on his lap, petting you and encouraging you to cry your heart out.

He looks cold but he isn't heartless there is still a slight fragment of Pure Vanilla Cookie in him.

Awakened Pure Vanilla Cookie

Fooling him once, crumbling to see you try.

Cause he can tell if you are alright or not, you might found him often checking up on you from time to time. Wanting you to be more open to him about your pain, sorrows, and dark thoughts that might hurt his heart.

Not only that be prepared for Pure Vanilla Cookie to arrive at your room asking you out to join him on a tea alone with him in a more private place just to comfort you no matter how many times other cookies tried to get him.

You being alone is not on his goal, his goal is to be there by your side. After all, he sees his own pain within you, he needs to see a future, a future where you are happy by his side no matter the cost.

Shadow Milk Cookie

Imagine your surprise that he found you alone on a bridge alone when you were lost in thoughts, you ignored him despite him mocking you to not do that unfortunate risk.

At first you think you fooled him, but he isn't he can sense your sorrow.

But even if you can't take it anymore and was about to jump, he simply won't let you. Putting you as his doll puppet for his own amusement. After all he found a PERFECT audience to perform no matter what state you are in.

But deep down, he finds your pain like a painful past reflection he has seen himself in. He won't let that slide, so he got his eyes on you no matter what. And he knew he got his instincts right the SECOND he leave you alone, disrespecting your privacy and making sure you feel better no matter his own efforts are not good.

After all, you serve a great challenge for him~

Sage of Truth

He can see you mask, your fake smile and it made him notice how you are mentally feeling. He is of course the fount of knowledge and the sage of truth, he knew the truth the second he see you. Cornering you to see how you are feeling got you on your nerves at first, but he reassures you that he was concerned for you and with valid proof he was doing everything he can to at least save you.

Of course there was an argument, but he won't back down even tho he will admit he is scared on the inside the pain that you help scares him but he knew his priority.

Finally he got you on your weakest and saddest days and he comfort you every time. And thus he decided to become your roommate despite how jealous other cookies are.

He has a feeling that leaving you alone once would make him hear the worse situation possible even tho it won't happen.

Surprise to say, he has become your therapist and comforter.

Black Sapphire Cookie

He didn't know at first but when he started inspecting you, it has somehow become a puzzle he wanted to solve like a detective investigating a crime scene. He knows your masking but he has no proof that you are mentally struggling to feel better, so he went deeper to find the pieces.

And let's just say once he did he got disgusted and now he has to capture you for himself, after all no child doesn't deserve the harsh treatment for a parent/guardian. By spreading a nasty rumor and making sure that IT IS REAL he was amused to see their face filled with begging, crying, and regret which he didn't believe and finish the job.

The next day you were doing peaceful stuff receiving concerns and worries from other cookies no matter where you go which got you confused.

But once you were finally alone, you knew the moment you see him it is checkmate.

"Now, now, where do you think your going, my dear audience~"

Candy Apple Cookie

Aside from doing the orders Shadow Milk Cookie gave her, you were the first cookie she somehow by any chance got along well with. Even if she manage to fool you, she notice that unusual look on your face. It got her confused and yet there was a desire to find out.

Those so called friends who betrayed you ticked her the wrong way, she often sees you with bruises and weird haircuts which her usual smile fades to a deadly seriousness. Candy Apple Cookie SIMPLY won't let that slide, after all YOU are her favorite friend aside from Shadow Milk Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie.

She manage to convince Black Sapphire to join her on a scheme which gave him ideas to bring in the rumors about your so called "good friends" as she drags you away from them and your village.

Sure Master Shadow Milk Cookie WON'T mind this now do he?

[softsunnyy]

i'm thinking about Quinn, who tries to be sweet, patient. He doesn't want you to feel forced. He sees you as too adorable, too delicate. He can even feel the softness on your skin when he touches you. He can see how fragile you look next to him. He could break you so easily. Destroy you.

that's why it was such a surprise the first time he saw you wearing a tank top, without your bra underneath, giving him a better view not only of your tits, but of one special detail as well.

your fucking nipples. They're pierced.

his mouth goes dry, and he's grateful to be in your house, because it allows him to act quickly. Quinn doesn't ask, his hands grip your waist, and from that moment on, almost every rational element leaves his mind.

he goes wild, primal. He needs to have you right now.

he kisses you, showing everything he's feeling, listening to you moan against his lips, clearly surprised.

oh, why did he wait so long? now he wants to destroy you, he wants to use you, play with your tits until he's bored, until you ache, until your nipples are so hard and sensitive that you beg him to stop and tend to your soaking pussy.

he wanted to be gentle, to give you your time, to let it be special and unforgettable. All that's gone. His hands roam your body as if you were his personal whore. In his mind, right now you are, you are everything.

he lays your body down on the couch and rips off your clothes without giving you much time to breathe. He wants to see you, needs to see all of you now that he knows.

when your breasts are exposed, a growl leaves his mouth. His cock throbs, desperate to get out of his pants, to bury itself inside you and merge with your gummy walls.

he licks, sucks, plays with your tits, playing with your nipples while your moans fill your living room. One of your hands tangled in his hair, and he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge of abandoning any kind of care.

he leaves his marks everywhere.

you whimpered his name, desperate, trying to close your legs as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. His body prevents you from closing them, but he unconsciously tries to help you, thrusting against your pussy, making you feel his hardness beneath his clothes.

your nipples are hard, too hard, and Quinn handles them without delicacy, enjoying the cold metal on his tongue, enjoying torturing you, driving you crazy.

why did you hide this from him? now you'll have to face the consequences of your actions. There will be time to ask questions later, now you'll have to endure it.

you pull at his hair, trying to move him away from your breasts, but nothing seems to work. Quinn pulls away only when he feels it's enough, feeling his pants soaked. When he looks at them, he realizes it's your fault. You tried to rub, to get some more pleasure, and now his pants were stained. Fucking wet.

he's fast, agile, he doesn't need to get up right now and throw his pants down, he just needs to get his cock out.

when he starts fucking you, it's not gentle, it's not sweet, it's nothing like he was planning. It's rough, wild, inconsiderate. He's using you, because your own pleasure was left behind the moment you decided to keep this from him. Now he's going to cum, he's going to fill you up. You'll have to leave his cum inside you, and don't even dare let it drip too much.

and your tits—oh, i hope you didn't think he was finished, because Quinn wants to bathe them, soak them with his cum. He wants to leave his mark, he wants his cum to dry there.

this is your fault, he wanted to be sweet and patient, why did you hide this from him?

[leclercsixteen]

𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 ! ᶜˡ¹⁶

in the name of someone i no longer know ⋆˚࿔

𝓬harles leclerc x 𝓶ale reader synopsis: reader and charles haven’t spoken since greece and reader goes off the hook, resulting in lewis hamilton having to pick him up a police station. charles gets worried and y/n gets mad. (somebody else pt. 2)

genre: angst, smau, slightly suggestive warnings: reader gets drunk + detained

author's note: kind of forgot that i made reader a driver in the first part so i kind if wrote him as someone who’s on the ferrari team. lewis and y/n are bsfs iktr!!

masterlist. navigation. part one.

HE SAT THERE, silent, as the dial tone rang in his ear like an annoying fly that couldn't get the hint. The cord to the phone was wrapped around his left pointer finger like a teenage girl talking to her crush in the 90s with her rotary phone, but he was far from happy. He wasn't as drunk as he usually is these days, but his head pounded as he stared at the white brick wall opposite him, the metal of handcuffs making his skin cold and his under eye and chin stung.

"Kid?" The officer asked, his brows furrowed as he moved to catch y/n's eyes. "You alright?"

Y/n brought the phone away from his ear and looked down at it as if it had personally offended him, not the person he called. Probably caught up with his girlfriend, he scoffed in his head. He cursed Charles and grunted in response.

"He didn't pick up," y/n blinked. His brows were furrowed, and his thumb ran alongside the dated phone. When the police took him in, they confiscated his phone, wallet, and everything else he had in his pockets, including a small picture of him and Charles from when they were younger. "That fucker," y/n laughed as he shook his head. "Of course he didn't, why would he?" He asked himself.

The officers who detained y/n looked at each other with furrowed brows. “Sorry about that, man,” one of the officers mumbled as he shook his head. It wasn’t the first time someone’s emergency call didn’t pick up, but y/n seemed genuinely frantic as he punched in the familiar numbers into the phone.

Y/n sighed, “It’s alright.”

Eventually, after getting no text response and seeing that his phone location was at the police station, Lewis came and pulled him out of the cell. He tried not to be shocked and worried at the bruises that decorated the small sections of y/n’s face. Y/n wasn’t in a drunken haze anymore, but he leaned against Lewis as the older man signed different papers and took back all of y/n’s belongings.

Lewis’s thumb ran over the small photo of y/n and Charles. He shook his head and sighed. Since joining Ferrari, he’s become close with both Charles and y/n and has unceremoniously become the mediator between the two after their wreck of a Greece trip.

“C’mon,” Lewis heaved y/n’s arm over his shoulder and helped him out of the police station—after thanking the officers—and he brought y/n to his car and helped him into the passenger seat. “You need help?” Lewis gestured toward the seatbelt, but his question was left unanswered as y/n reached over his shoulder and grabbed the seatbelt on his own.

Lewis nodded and made his way over to the driver's side. They sat there in silence for a minute, both unable to find the words to start a conversation. Y/n’s hands were wrung together, and his fingers tugged at different parts of his opposite hand to ground himself while Lewis watched from the driver's seat.

“What happened?” Lewis was the one to break the ice. His question was gentle, and his eyes remained on y/n’s hands, which seemed to falter at the question, but his hand vaguely gestured towards y/n’s face.

Y/n swallowed hard. “I was at a bar,” y/n mumbled out, “and it was a popular sports bar, and they were showing clips of Charles. Some dude made a comment about him, so I punched him, and he fought back.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “I was drunk; I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t want to keep throwing punches for someone I don’t know anymore,” his voice quiet as he looked down at his hands, which rested in his lap.

Lewis nodded, and his eyes held empathy. “I get it,” he starts, “it sucks. Losing someone like that, but you can’t let it get you down. You’ve been spiraling since Greece; you need to show him that you don’t care anymore. You’re better than this, y/n.”

Y/n turned to look at Lewis. There were tears in his eyes, but they had yet to fall and stain his cheeks. His eyes were red and stung. “What if I don’t feel better than this? What if I feel like this is what I’m supposed to do: mourn the relationship I could’ve had?” He was one blink away from sending his brewing tears cascading down his red cheeks.

The older man scoffs a laugh and he looked away and at the parking lot. He shook his head as he smiled. Lewis turned back to y/n, “You are better than this; I know it. You are Y/n L/n, the best best friend someone could ask for, alright?”

A small smile graced y/n’s face—at least it was something.

“Okay,” Lewis turned suddenly and turned the car on, “we are going to get you some sweet treats from the station and we are going to watch a movie tonight. You start thinking while I drive, okay?”

Y/n sniffed and wiped his brewing tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. He laughed smally, “Okay.”

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youruser woke up hungover asf just for lewis to tell me that i got detained last night??

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lewishamilton nurse he’s awake ⤷ youruser can’t afford getting detained twice in less than 24 hours 💔

userone why am i not surprised?

usertwo at least you look hot ?? ⤷ youruser pls i always look hot

userthree omg is that friends 🙏🙏 ⤷ youruser lewis told me to put on a movie so i put on friends

userfour nah i ship these two ⤷ userfive FREAK!!!!! of nature!!!! that’s like a 20 year age gap my brother in christ

lando how did you even manage that?? ⤷ youruser apparently by punching a guy in a bar ??? ⤷ lando did he deserve it? ⤷ youruser eh not really but it was fun ⤷ lando then that’s all that matters 🤍

usersix i miss charyn 💔💔 ⤷ userseven yeah well i don’t FUCK that mofo he didn’t care for y/n’s feelings and just dropped him out of nowhere

"WHAT WERE YOU even thinking?!" Y/n wasn't sure what he did to be yelled at by Charles in Charles's living room in his Monaco home. There was a quiet and occasional rumble of cars that passed by the apartment window while y/n sat on the piano bench, dejected. His fingers pulled at the skin of his hands, a nervous tick that he had just recently recognized.

Shortly after y/n posted on Instagram, Charles texted him. It was the first time they'd talked since Greece, and while y/n didn't want to show up at Charles's apartment, he knew he was starting to reach his breaking point, and it was quite obvious.

So, here he was, sitting in front of Charles like a scolded child while Charles pulled at his hair in frustration and Leo, Charles's dog, ran around Charles's feet with a toy larger than him in his mouth.

"Do you know what will happen to you because you got arrested?" Charles asked, his legs moving quick back and forth in a line. If he paced any more, he would burn a hole in the floor; y/n was sure of it. "They'll reprimand you, merde; they might even fire you, y/n!"

Y/n just shrugged. "Why do you care?" He asked, and he watched from the corner of his eyes as Charles stopped pacing and turned to face him. Y/n's eyes remained on his hands despite the air around the two of them stilling; no cars drove past, and Leo stilled by Charles's planted feet.

"Why do I care?" Charles scoffed a laugh as he repeated y/n's question. He pointed at himself and shook his head. "Y/n, why do I care? Y/n I've been your best friend for years! I quite literally helped you get your job at Ferrari. What do you mean: why do I care?"

It was y/n's turn to laugh. His hands fell out of his view as he moved his head to look up at Charles, who only stood a couple of steps away from the piano bench where y/n sat. Y/n's chin stung as he smirked, "Yeah, why do you care?" He leaned forward, "You stopped talking to me and interacting with me after Greece. When Lewis became involved with Ferrari, he had to be our little messenger pigeon because you can't seem to look past the fact that I had a small crush on you.”

Charles stood there speechless, his jaw dropped like y/n had said something wrong. But, y/n wasn’t done.

“I have been going through hell the past couple of months because of it,” y/n grumbles. He stands from the piano bench and steps forward toward Charles. One more step, and they would be too close for comfort. “You didn’t seem to care then when I was struggling to do my job right because I just lost my best friend, but no, you were doing perfectly fine. You didn’t need me.”

Unbeknownst to y/n, Charles glances down at y/n's lips quickly. Just a glance, nothing more.

Y/n took another step, a finger pointing in Charles’s face as he got closer until their chests were almost touching. “You might not be the same, but I would still die for you, Charles. Even after you acted like I didn’t exist after Greece, I would die for you, Charles. I would die a fucking drunkard, because apparently that’s what I am now,” y/n shrugs and scoffs a laugh. “I’m done with you, Charles. Done, alright?” Y/n takes a step back as he shakes his head.

Without a word from Charles, y/n walks toward the door with Leo following after him. Y/n slams the door shut before Leo even has the chance to run out with y/n. Charles stands still in his apartment as a loud car drives past; the sound of the car slamming its breaks to weave through the tight and winding roads of Monaco overwhelms his ears. It was how he felt in the moment; he believed everything was going to go smoothly with bringing y/n over, but his breaks were slammed down to the floor. Yet, he still ran into the barrier.

Charles purses his lips as Leo comes running back over to him, his toy falling out of his mouth. Charles sighed and bent down, bringing the small dog into his arms. He held the dog close, even as Leo tried to squirm out of his arms. “Mon amour”, Charles presses a kiss to Leo’s head with closed eyes. Leo slips out of his grasp and runs, and falls, over to his toy. Charles scoffed a laugh and raised his brows. Y/n and Leo running away from him; maybe it was a sign.

weeks later…

♫ walking on a dream, empire of the sun

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youruser proper name, place name, backstory stuff 🌊☀️

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usereight me when i look at lewis hamilton ⤷ youruser me when lewis hamilton tries to explain something to me liked by lewishamilton

usernine sorry did i miss something??? why is lewyn becoming the new charyn ⤷ userten im lowkey kind of here for it!! charles pissed me off when he dropped y/n

lewishamilton this was the caption you were worrying over for 10 minutes? ⤷ youruser what king of instagram do you not like it ⤷ lewishamilton no, i like it. i just don't get it. ⤷ youruser you don't need to get it babygirl 🤍 ⤷ lewishamilton again with the babygirl...

userten charles where are you come get your mans

danielricciardo where was my invitation boys? ⤷ youruser sorry, only dilfs were allowed ⤷ danielricciardo and you think i'm not a dilf? (you're not one either) ⤷ youruser do you have a child? no. (i claimed roscoe for the weekend so yes i'm a step dilf)

usereleven i kind of ship lewyn ⤷ usertwelve alright someone detain me like y/n. GTFO OF HERE BROTHER THIS WAS NOT MADE FOR YOU YOU FREAK!! ⤷ userthirteen speak on it

userfourteen living for this lewis and y/n friendship actually

lando sexy as always brother ⤷ youruser don't call me brother when you call me sexy, it turns me off ⤷ lando annoying as always idiot

charles_leclerc looking good boys!! ❤️ ⤷ userfifteen is this doomed yaoi

usersixteen CHARLES GET UPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭

CHARLES’S FINGERS TIGHTENED around his phone. Y/n’s Instagram post with Lewis on full display and at full brightness. He sat in his kitchen, his other hand holding his chin as his nose scrunched at the post and comments. Y/n’s comment about Lewis made his stomach turn. He wasn’t sure why, but it did. He felt like throwing his phone across the room and throwing up at the same time.

“What is this feeling?” Charles grumbled as he dropped his phone onto the table and hid his face, that started to heat up, in his empty hands. He groaned to himself and shook his head. Charles dropped his hands and picked his phone back up. He swiped between the two photos; one of Lewis and one of y/n. It took him a couple of minutes of looking at other photos that Lewis and y/n shared before he realized.

Jealousy.

It was like a wave crashing into Charles as he held his head in his hands once more. He tried to hide from the world as he came up with his idea, one that he didn’t think he’d ever had to deal with. “Merde,” he mumbled into his hands.

His cheeks were on fire as he thought about y/n; it was so sudden. Sure, in the past couple of years he could recognize that y/n was a good looking guy, but becoming jealous because he was close with Lewis and not him? That was a new one.

Without thinking, Charles pulls up his texts with y/n and sends him a text.

Two days later, Charles Leclerc finds himself sitting in front of the Nice airport in his Ferrari. He wore a red Ferrari hoodie and his favorite white pants and he looked down at his phone constantly to see if there was any update from y/n. Soon enough, he gets a text from y/n saying that he got his bag from the baggage claim and was coming out the front door.

Charles steps out of the car and leans against the passenger door as he looks for y/n. A smile found its way on his face when he noticed y/n from a while away. He raises his hand in greeting toward y/n, and to mostly get his attention. Y/n’s eyes lock onto Charles and he sighs.

After a long drive, y/n finds himself back in Charles’s living room and back on that godforsaken piano bench. They didn’t talk much during the drive, the silence being taken over by music on the radio. Charles leans against the top of the piano, a purse in his lips as the silence ate them alive.

“So,” they both start into the uncomfortable silence. Then c they both gestured for the other to go first with polite, but forced, smiles.

“What did you want to talk about?” Y/n asks first, his hands resting on the fallboard (key cover) of the piano. “There are some ideas I could think about.”

Charles hummed as his fingers tapped onto the top of the piano. “Your post with Lewis,” his voice was quiet and calculated as he tapped lightly on the piano.

“What about it?” Y/n asked, his brows furrowed.

Charles sighs, his confidence withering away as he felt as nervous as a high schooler asking out a date to the prom. “You just. You seem close with him,” he shrugs, “that’s all.”

Y/n’s brows furrow. It takes him a minute before he realizes, and he laughs. “Oh, you’re jealous, aren’t you?” He hums, weirdly feeling content at the thought of Charles being jealous of his friendship with Lewis. “Interesting,” he stands from the piano bench and leans the small of his back against the piano next to Charles. “You just had to say so,” y/n shrugs with a smug smile.

Charles looks over at y/n and scoffs. “You’re annoying, you know that?” He straightens his posture and his eyes glance down at y/n lips quickly. This time, though, y/n catches him and smiles.

“No, I don’t.”

After a beat, a piece of lightning striking between the two as they maintain eye contact, they both lunge forward, their lips connecting feverishly. They move, and y/n has Charles trapped against the side of the piano. They pull away from his other after a couple of seconds to catch their breath.

“You’re still not dating that girl, right?” Y/n asks through heavy breaths, his forehead resting on Charles’s.

“You’re really asking me that?” Charles laughs and connects their lips again. “I still hate you, by the way,” he mumbles through kisses.”

“Believe me, I do too.”

a/n: writing fell to mid at the end but fuck it we ball

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[undergrounddweller89]

I went into a discussion of why he became violent so quickly when he came back out of the pit he'd dropped him in.

He couldn't bare the thought of him knowing he'd done that, that he'd shot him AND let him go, that a part of him couldn't bare the thought of Orion living and looking at him in a way he'd once promised himself he'd never do, that he'd always have his back...and instead of pulling him up his last words had not been ones of love but of hate and anger...

He wanted him dead not because he was now a Prime but because of what he'd done and it terrified him more to what Orion would say to him, Orion ....would forgive him...but he would never let him back by his side, they would never be as they were and this time it was his fault and he knew it...having something so close and yet see the broken look in their eyes and know it was you who did it...damn...

What's the point in saying sorry, it was over, to him it wouldn't even begin to make up for that, he'd wanted Sentinel to die in darkness and he'd sent Orion to do it instead.

He'd lost Orion because of Sentinel and himself...

The moment when Orion said and you betrayed me

Will live in his nightmares for the rest of his life, in the quiet moments, he's hear his voice , whispering traitor over and over again , in the shadows see a shattered face and tears streaming down

You promised me ...

You'd always have my back

Traitor

Echoing so loudly until it was deafening.

And eventually and let's make it worse he sees Starscream, remembers Orion stood up for him, and that's what makes him bitter and violent towards the seeker, he's alive because Orion stopped him, it's why he doesn't kill him he always stops at the final moment some twisted hope he'll hear him call again...

Eventually he really is no longer D16 he's delusional in the belief Orion will come back and stop him just like he did then....until that time Starscream suffers over and over.

Damn imagine Megatron's been drinking and he presses the cannon hard enough to Starscream’s face, hard enough to dent it.

"Whimper all you like...Pax isn't here to save you."

hey so uhm did anyone else notice Megatron's lips quivering before he says "Prime" in this scene or am I just super autistic and looking too deep into things

[afraid-of-the-deep-sea]

when thinking about twst my mind always eventually bounces back to thinking about the little first year gang, because they're such a disaster group.

like arguably, none of them on their own are grade a troublemakers (except Grim). If we're going by chaos energy on their own, characters such as floyd, kalim, jade, lilia, ect. probably wreak more havoc. hell most of the dorm leaders, as intelligent as they are, are so arrogant that they cant seem to stop pissing others off.

but the first years have the terrible curse that their brain seems to fall out of their asses the moment another first year is nearby.

ace is the best example, we know from chapter 7 that he has a good head on his shoulders, but the moment an opportunity to mess with deuce/prefect/grim arises he throws all caution out the window. despite the voice inside his head screaming danger he can't ignore the siren's call of starting shit.

deuce, on the other hand, is a character that literally can't seem to avoid bullshit. He's trying so hard to be better and YET he keeps getting wrapped up in these looney toons ass situations. he's the unluckiest first year, and is also easy to anger and even easier to fool.

Epel is a good enough student when he's surrounded by the rest of pomefiore (who are arguably more insane than him) but he also can't ignore the allure of chaos. imo he's the enabler, with a personal philosophy of "you can solve every problem if you hit it hard enough"

jack tries really REALLY hard to not get involved, but he's also too emotionally constipated for his own good sometimes. remember that scene in stitch's event where he tries to help riddle and azul with carrying heavy items, then to cover up for his display of kindness he tries to be all like "psh yea you guys don't look that strong" and riddle prompty obliterates him for saying that. yea that. keeps shooting himself in the foot

ortho seems like he'd have a good head on his shoulders, but he has the same amount of social tact as idia. i mean he's really nice right up until the situation gets dire, and then he starts calling his friends idiots. he's absolutely correct btw, but ortho don't say that out loud

and finally sebek, who tries really hard to not be associated with the rest of these hooligans, but is argueably the worst person here. yells at everyone, insults everyone, sebek is the friend you cannot take out to eat because he doesn't know what an inside voice is and doesnt understand why he has to wait so long for his food despite the fact you're with a group of 7 during the busiest time of the evening.

Grim is like. the final piece to this puzzel. all the first years need a bit of chaos to get truly started, and grim cannot stop causing problems