#i say that and i don't mean like. passionately defending everything. i mean how could sqx ever begrudge him his vengeance

[deiscension]

I'll have to reblog and add onto this with more in-depth analysis by what I mean on another night, but SQX is amazing at treating the symptoms of problems but never the root of the problem itself. There's multiple reasons why but (in my opinion) it boils down to (1) a very specific type of learned helplessness caused by their upbringing, (2) how blinded they are by the desire to use their resources and power in a genuine, helpful way that they don't pay enough attention to "the nuanced way" rather than "the best way", and (3) the fact that they themself are ultimately a symptom of a much larger problem.

[uptondixon]

Chicago P.D's Men as Your Older Brother

Wordcount: 1547. 230-290 each.

Reader's age and gender are not specified. The timelines may give a hint about the age differences, though. 

Kevin Atwater

Raising 3 siblings was definitely not in Kevin's life plan. He has always been a good brother, but there's a huge difference between a brother and a father. Despite his insecurities, he did a good job. Kevin raised you, Vinessa, and Jordan with all the love in the world. Food, clothes, toys, birthday parties, doctor appointments, school work, he did it all. And he would do it again and again if it meant seeing you and your siblings growing up happy and healthy. When your father came back from prison, it took a toll on all of you. While Kevin tried to deal with his own unresolved feelings about your dad, you had a weird feeling growing in your chest.

“Who is this man? He is not my father, at least I don't feel like he is,” you told Kevin one afternoon after he mentioned your father wanted to meet. Kevin and Vinessa agreed with you, not really knowing how to feel towards the man.

“You raised us, Kev,” you said, looking into his eyes. “We never called you dad because you've always been Kev, our big brother. But you've been a dad to us all along.”

Later that night, you all got to an agreement: to give your father a chance. But he would never be number one. Ever. Kevin is and always going to be number one in your hearts.

Jay Halstead

It's no surprise to anyone that being a Halstead comes with a package: a talent for trouble and two very, extremely, unnecessarily protective older brothers. Jay and Will made sure everyone knew not to mess with you or things would get ugly really fast. Kids at school knew you had a cop and a doctor as your brothers, and you knew that was the reason no one ever laid a finger on you. This whole protective thing goes both ways, though. Jay will never forget the day you got home from a party with a busted lip. The reason? Apparently, to defend him.

“What?” the look of disbelief on his face was priceless. If this wasn't a serious conversation, you would be laughing your ass off. “Defending me? What do you mean?”

“We were talking, and suddenly the conversation shifted to police. This guy started shit-talking that all cops were dirty and did nothing for the city. Never in a million years could I stand there and say nothing!” you said in exasperation. “I told them how my brother saves lives every day and how much you and your team sacrifice for this city.”

Jay just stood there. His fingers came to rest on the bridge of his nose. Damn, he couldn't say he wasn't proud, but at the same time…

“Kid, that's nice and all, but would you mind not getting into fights on my behalf ever again? Jesus!”

Antonio Dawson

The Dawson siblings… your parents had no idea they would have to deal with 3 souls that feared absolutely nothing. Being the youngest definitely helped you feel even bolder. Having Antonio and Gabby protect you from everything and everyone made you feel like the safest person on earth. Growing up is never easy, but being a Dawson prepared you for a lot. With Gabby being in CFD and Antonio in CPD, your parents wondered if you would follow your sibling's footsteps. When the moment came to choose your profession, they were worried that would be the case. You, however, have no idea where your passion lies.

“You don't have to be so worried about this, kid,” Antonio said from his spot on the couch.

“How can I not, Tonio?”

“Come here, sit down,” he said, patting the spot beside him. You went and sat beside him. “It's perfectly normal to feel lost about all this. It's not an easy decision. “

“It was easy for you and Gabby. You always knew what you wanted to do.”

“That means nothing. Do you think we never had doubts? That we didn't struggle?” Antonio held your face in his hands. “You have our support. Always. It doesn't matter what you choose to do.”

“He's right,” Gabby said, having arrived in the room just now. “We love you, and we're going to help you find your way.”

Hank Voight

Losing a parent is something that can change someone’s entire life. You and Hank had to deal with the loss of your dad when you were both too young to even understand why he died. You and Hank were really different, but you both shared the wish to become police. To protect the city like your father did. Being the oldest, Hank became a mentor to you. He was there for you in every step of your career, being your biggest supporter. Being police somehow strengthened your bond and you guys grew closer as the years went by. You could be yourself without any fear with him, and he felt the same. When your brother lost the love of his life, his wife Camille, you were the only person he would open up to.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hank stared at you for the first time that evening. He’s been avoiding you since the funeral that morning. You knew he was scared to pour out his emotions, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep going if he let himself feel all that pain.

“I’m here, Hank,” you held his hands that rested on the table.

“Do you remember how you felt when dad died?” Hank asked you.

“What? No… We were so young.”

“Exactly. I don’t remember hurting his much, you know?”

You felt your eyes fill with tears at his words. You got up and embraced him in a hug, hoping to pass him some comfort. “We’re going to be okay, brother. I got you.”

Adam Ruzek

As surprising as it may sound, having an older brother who never leaves you alone and is devoted to annoy you is not that bad. You were a really introverted kid, and for years Adam was your only friend. You were still a baby when your parents divorced. This made things even more complicated between them, but Adam has always been there for you. He held your hand when you walked for the first time. He taught you how to ride a bike and how to play football. Your dad always watched you two with fondness in his eyes. The three of you were pretty close. Bob was not perfect, but he tried his best. He knew that Adam felt like he had to protect you from everything, but sometimes that went too far.

“Adam, for the last time, tell me where the hell are they!” Bob was starting to lose his patience.

“Dad, I told you I don’t know.”

“You’re 20, for god's sake! You should stop covering for them.”

Adam choose to stay silent this time. They’ve been at it for 30 minutes now, and he already used all his excuses.

“Fine, you want me to go to the police station? I can find them and cause a scene, sending police cars to wherever they are!”

Adam’s eyes widened at this, he knew it was a lost battle now. He told your dad about the party you went to, already feeling sorry for all the scolding you’d get the next days. Later that night, Adam apologized for not being able to hold your dad longer.

You looked at him with a big smile on your face, “It’s okay, Adam. Do you wanna know how my date went?”

Dante Torres

Life could be hard. Too damn hard. You and Dante knew that very well. From a young age, both of you had to learn how to survive in a world where kids like you two were constantly thrown under the bus. Being a foreigner in the US was hard enough, but also being poor and living with an abusive stepfather made things worse. Dante had to grow up faster than usual. He had to become someone that you and your mother could rely on, even though he was way too young for any of this. Juvie. Gangs. You never lost hope that Dante would leave that life, find a good job, and be happy. The day he got into the academy was one of the happiest days of your life. Seeing him later in Intelligence made you so damn proud.

“I can't believe they're giving you a permanent spot!” you were jumping into his arms before he could cross the threshold.

“You saw my message?” Dante said with a smile, hugging you back.

“Of course I did! You got the job, I'm so proud of you!”

“Where's mom?” Dante asked, stepping back from the hug and closing the door. You could tell he was a little overwhelmed with the news himself.

“She will be back soon. We have a surprise for you,” you said nonchalantly.

“What? You guys didn't have to give me anything.”

“Don't worry, bald head,” you used the nickname he hated so much. “We want to treat you, for everything you did for us.”

You approached him again and held his hand, “We love you, and we're so proud.”

“I love you guys too.” Dante smiled down at you. “But never call me bald head again.”

“Okay, bald head.”

Please accept this post as my apology for being MIA… I had this idea the other day so I decided to write it.

I’m aware that Adam has a sister that was mentioned in the show, but I don’t remember much about her, so that’s why she wasn’t mentioned. The same goes for his mother. For the others, I tried to include their parents and siblings as much as I could.

Chapter 4 of Upstead Foster Daughter is half written because I want it to be longer than the others, but inspiration hasn't hit me in a while.

Thank you again for all the love on my fics. It means a lot to me seeing all the likes and reblogs ♡

[ashtheketchum]

Bowers Gang Kissing Y/N

A/N: It's the first time I've written for all four of them and not just Patrick or Henry alone. If I make anything sound strange about Victor or Belch, please forgive me. Warnings: Reader is gender neutral!, mention of smut, public, make out, Patrick being Patrick Summary: How would the members of the Bowers Gang kiss you? Both in public and when you are among yourself? ___________________________________________ Henry:

For him, it often depends on where you kiss. When it's in public, he likes to kiss you passionately, in front of others, to show them that you're his. Sometimes he'll reach under your clothes or rub his knee between your legs. If you want to defend yourself, I'm afraid I have to tell you that he won't care. Most of the time he even goes wilder. But when you're alone, he peppers your face with gentle kisses. In your room, your entire body too. You should then lie completely naked in bed and he kisses every inch of your body that he finds attractive. These include, for example, your hands, your shoulders and your chest. But whether the kisses are gentle or intense depends on his mood. Patrick:

Whether in public or when you're alone, Patrick always puts his all into a kiss. For him it's all or nothing. And by that I mean everything. French kissing is a must with him, just like touching. Sometimes you have dry sex, even in the school hallways. Because the students and teachers are afraid of Patrick, they simply ignore it. Because if someone messes with you, they will automatically mess with Patrick. What else you need to know about Patrick is that he doesn't kiss normally. Aside from a kiss on the head or your hand, he always adds his tongue. When he kisses your neck, he gently licks your skin, when you kiss on the mouth, he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You got used to it after a few weeks. Victor:

Victor doesn't particularly like kissing you in public. But not because he is ashamed, but because he finds the kisses between you so special that he wants to keep them just for the two of you. They are normal, gentle kisses in themselves, but they are special for him. Especially if they are from you. Victor loves to nibble on your bottom lip sometimes just to hear your voice. No matter whether it's a moan or a whimper, it turns him on, a lot. When you make out with each other, he sometimes kisses you more passionately, but with every kiss you can feel that he loves you and he wants to be gentle. He usually tells his friends that he is always very hard on you. Belch:

Belch proudly shows off that he loves you. He hugs you, carries you around, cuddles with you and drives you around in his car. Even with the kisses. In every kiss he gives you, you feel how much he loves you. They are mostly gentle kisses, but he also likes to show intense sides. However, he respects your limits. If you say no, he'll stop immediately and try something else. He's always very careful when he kisses, as if you could break. And he does that in front of the others, he doesn't care that he's called baby. When you have sex he is usually very gentle, but if you tell him that you don't want it to be gentle, he can do something different.

[joodles98]

i thinka bout older leon (normally)

while its implied that leon succeeds rose as chairman at the end of swsh i find it endearing that whenever u challenge him, his title is Trainer Leon. that says a lot about his changed mindset in approach to battling and what having a Title/Purpose means:

i think for anyone else, the idea of championing for 10+ years and then being thrust into the responsibility of managing the entire league, with hardly a break in between, sounds crazy. what in the workaholicism

(those closest to him, mostly sonia and raihan, and maybe eventually hop and gloria, would see through leon's Passionate Approach and lowkey highkey worry about him. but also know there's really nothing they could do about it.)

but i think leon finds comfort in the new role, for a few reasons (at least for awhile). i think he could see himself like mustard, who doesn't ever want to "retire," but accepts a different pace to life. i also think he finds comfort in a title, and all the duties and responsibilities it provides, for better or for worse. since that's all he's ever known.

embracing losing helps, even if he's still thoroughly bamboozled every time it happens to him. but ultimately, it helps him realize he can battle for the joy of it, simply, instead of measuring his success by a winning streak. but i don't think he's completely past that yet, there's a reason he's appointed himself to guard the master ball tier

its sooo easy to compare and contrast him to red. i've seen some people speculate that red fucked off to mt. silver because he was afraid of losing, and it was a way of fortifying himself, and that could be a reason why he rejected the champion title, too. aside from not wanting all the attention from fame, responsibilities of the title, and all that.

i like to think a big underlying reason red rejected the title is his simple approach to battling, and life itself. being a trainer is fundamentally who he is, there's no separation between his identity and a "title," the way there is, even still probably, for leon, who spent most of his life, and pretty much all of his battling career under a spotlight!!!

that's a lot for leon to grapple with. i think it takes him awhile to fully process it all. i think 2 things could happen for him:

He never retires from the chairman position, but eventually, calms his expectations of himself. mellows out his inner critic to the best of his ability. Similar to how i think red and blue approach their roles within the battle tree. it could get to a point where leon loses track of when he stopped feeling like it was his responsibility to mend everything within the league after rose, and that harboring guilt won't make him a good leader, and he's able to embrace the responsibility in his hands after a hard won mental war (and maybe help from said people who are closest to him). after that, he leads galar into a fruitful and FUN era, still competitive but less cutthroat and dominating. tournaments feel almost like festivals. his flair and eccentricities shine. he learns to delegate. it's giving camelot. this is why he insists on being humbly referred to as Trainer Leon on the pitch or in the tower. formalities don't matter, nor the imposing intimidation of a title, he's not thinking about that, or defending anything besides his joy!!!!

He retires a few years into the position, and realized it never really was his responsibility, despite a little bit of lingering guilt he feels on having "benefit" from rose for so long, and all the other guilt about not having found out his true intentions sooner, etc. the taste in freedom he got as chairman, in those battles at the tower, just made him hungrier. he starts to understand why red trained at mt. silver. he starts to yearn for the huge world he's barely seen since he was tethered to galar as champion, and even more so now as the chairman. so he'd quit. and probably go on a solo journey, maybe to another region, and finally see the world after feeling sheltered and contained for so long. he'd learn to be more himself everyday without holding back, and get really weird and mystical. kids would think he's like a wizard or something. he might even decide to inherit his mum's wooloo farm and become someone's cool uncle and a local legend. he lives the soft life he deserves thats still full of adventures. he could get into coaching and judging should he ever itch to go back to the league, but probably not for long. he cold also maybe inherit mustard's dojo, since his son seems to be more enthusiastic about tech than traditional battling and physical training. there, he'll get to still have those exciting battles he searched his life for, while still keeping his original dream alive, by personally mentoring the next generations who'd make the claim that galar STILL hosts the strongest trainers in the world. etc.

(i think there's so much to say about the two former champions we get to meet, mustard and peony, and how NEITHER of them have nothing to do with the league anymore, and they found their own fulfilling purpose. i wonder what that could imply for leon. lol)

yeah

[hailturinturambar]

Our Punishment.

Pairing: Sauron/Annatar x Mirdania

Word count: 5.751

Request: “Mirdania x Annatar for the 24 dialogue prompt 🫣”

Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. I'm still in denial, I don't accept Mirdania's death. Sauron you bastard!! And that's why my girl here gets the duly reward she deserves, like he promised, you know what i mean.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (female receiving.) Masturbation. Cruel passion. Angry sex. Manipulation. Corruption of innocence. Anguish as hell. Violence.

Summary: After being defeated by Galadriel, Sauron returns to the ruins of Eregion. His Orcs are ready to depart with their new master to their home, Mordor. A few survivors were held captive in Eregion, and Mirdania was among them when Sauron returned. Now, he can duly reward Mirdania.

Part I, Part II

In Eregion, the mornings used to be sunny, and the birds sang every day. They didn't sing anymore. In fact, their song had been silenced so brutally, that Mirdania felt she would never wake from this nightmare. From the horror that surrounded her home. Eregion.

When the Dwarves Rings were finished, Lord Celebrimbor still looked like himself, a little tired, a little irritated. But that was perfectly normal, wasn't it? They were creating a masterpiece for the other peoples of Middle-earth. It was a heavy burden for a single Elf to bear.

The problem, however, was that Mirdania did not notice the signs that something was wrong until it was too late. As the weeks passed, Lord Celebrimbor was completely changed. The Rings of Men were not ready. The Elven smiths were tired, and the forge no longer brought peace to any of them.

But Mirdania remembered Lord Annatar's words, and she felt guilty. Because the Lord of Eregion was not well, and she was upset with him. Well, he could no longer remember her name. Mirdania's name. One of his best apprentices. His most devoted blacksmith. The one he considered almost a daughter.

Lord Annatar had always tried to calm Mirdania, to allay her suspicions, to promise that everything would be all right soon. He would take care of everything, Annatar had often said. And he was, of course, taking care of everything. But Mirdania believed that he was an Emissary of the Valar, a friend of Lord Celebrimbor. Someone who had taken a genuine interest in her.

To Sauron’s chagrin, he had actually grown fond of Mirdania. Or as much as it was possible for Sauron to grow fond of anyone. He saw the potential in her, saw that she could be more, if she would only want to. If she would let go of the foolish confines that Elves tended to hold themselves to.

And so Sauron kept his distance from Mirdania. Because she was an obstacle. Mirdania, to Sauron's deep shame and anger, attracted him. He was furious when he realized how he felt about her. He, the Dark Lord, once Morgoth's greatest and most trusted lieutenant, was attracted to an Elf? It was humiliating, to say the least.

What would his master think if he knew how he was failing, how he was giving in to temptations instead of focusing on his plans. So Sauron kept Mirdania away, but not so far that she would suspect something was wrong.

Adar's army had finally arrived in Eregion, but the Rings were not complete. Enraged, Sauron kept Celebrimbor isolated from his people. With his silver tongue and guile, Sauron convinced Mirdania to keep the others away from the Tower. For only then, he lied, could Celebrimbor forge the Nine in peace.

Mirdania, believing Annatar's words, did not notice Celebrimbor's state. But the Siege of Eregion had begun. They had nowhere to run. There was no way to defend themselves properly. They were the greatest Elven smiths in Middle-earth, but few warriors lived in Eregion.

Celebrimbor’s guards would not be enough to withstand an attack. At least, Mirdania thought, Lord Annatar was there. He could keep them all safe. That was what he had promised her, wasn’t it? Yet Eregion was under attack, and Annatar spent her days in Celebrimbor’s Tower.

Perhaps if Mirdania had trusted her instincts, if she had trusted Annatar less, she would have discovered what was happening to Lord Celebrimbor. She would no doubt have been devastated if she had known how her great friend and protector was being treated. But Mirdania was too blinded by Annatar to see the deception.

Sauron was the Great Deceiver, the people of Eregion stood no chance against him. Against his lies. Against his most terrible illusions. In the last days of the Siege, Mirdania felt exhausted. She could no longer fight. Because she had spent weeks helping the soldiers hide the women and children of Eregion, facilitating their escape.

But Mirdania would not leave with them. This was her home. Where she belonged. She would not abandon Eregion. Most of all, she would not abandon Lord Celebrimbor. The orcs continued to attack Eregion, but the river would protect them until High King Gil-galad sent his army.

Adar was blinded by her revenge, determined to find Sauron and destroy him. Mirdania did not know the risk she was taking by remaining in Eregion. When the land attack began, it was the first time Mirdania had seen Celebrimbor in so many weeks.

Celebrimbor's state horrified Mirdania. She had not expected him to be injured, nearly mad. Annatar had been right, the Rings had taken too great a toll, they should never have insisted on the creation of the Nines. Now Celebrimbor was paying the price.

Mirdania reached Celebrimbor, desperate. Tears streamed down her face, her face completely stained by the smoke and debris of the Siege. Celebrimbor was maddened, completely desperate when he found Mirdania.

“We have been disappointed. All of us.” Celebrimbor said, panicked. “He planned all of this, to force me to forge the Rings.”

Confused, Mirdania stared at Lord Celebrimbor. Was he really accusing Lord Annatar, an Emissary of the Valar, of the attacks they were suffering? It was sad to see such a brilliant Elf slowly go mad.

“He put me in some kind of prison. A prison of the mind. But I am out. I am out.”

But Mirdania couldn't believe him. Nothing he said made sense. He looked so confused, so scared. And so hurt. Was this the Valar's punishment for the Rings being forged? Mirdania was worried about the Elf's condition, she needed to get him away from danger.

Celebrimbor practically screamed, begging her to believe him. Frightened, Mirdania backed away from the Elf, the one she had trusted since her first day in Eregion. This was not the Lord Celebrimbor she knew. The one she trusted.

The Orcs aimed their arrows at the walls of Eregion, stepping up their blows, their attacks. And for a second, as Celebrimbor gave orders, he almost seemed fine. The Lord of Eregion once more. But when he turned, everything changed.

“Seize him. He is Sauron!” Celebrimbor cried, as Annatar walked slowly towards them. “He has been lying to you all along.”

Mirdania watched Annatar. Annatar looked at Celebrimbor in complete disappointment. It was understandable, of course. Lord Celebrimbor's accusations were very serious. Accusing an Emissary of the Valar of being Sauron? That possibility alone frightened Mirdania.

“No. He has been protecting us.” Mirdania said, defending Annatar.

Commander Malendol defended Lord Annatar, intensifying Mirdania’s protests. Every elf in Eregion trusted Annatar. Why wouldn’t they? He had worked alongside them. He was fighting alongside them, wasn’t he?

Caught in his madness, Celebrimbor's accusations did not stop. Mirdania stared at Sauron, searching for the cut, for the night-dark blood. But Annatar's wounded hand glowed with red blood. And Annatar looked so helpless, so surprised by Celebrimbor's words. He was not even trying to defend himself.

Tears stained Mirdania's face. When this was all over, she would take care of Celebrimbor. She would do whatever she could to make him better, as long as they survived the Siege.

“Come, My Lord.” Mirdania said, snapping out of her stupor.

Her hands gently reached out to Celebrimbor, stroking the Elf's arm. But Celebrimbor did not even notice the gentle touch of his smith, he was completely focused on Annatar. He looked at him as if he were staring at Morgoth himself.

“Let's get you back where you belong.”

Celebrimbor finally looked at Mirdania, but the look she received was not comforting. It was frightening. Filled with distrust, steeped in anger and despair.

“Get your hands off me!” Celebrimbor bellowed in rage.

Celebrimbor pulled his hands away from Mirdania, nearly hurting her. She did not understand what was happening until she felt the hard ground against her face. The mud, cold and filthy, smeared Mirdania's pale face. And she was in pain.

So much pain that she could not move, could not lift her face from the ground. Blood flooded her mouth, the taste of it clouding her other senses. All Mirdania could hear was the clamor of the Orcs, their screams. When one of the Orcs turned Mirdania's body face up, and she could face the sky once more, she could no longer see Celebrimbor and Annatar.

Her entire face hurt, and she tried to spit out the blood. One of the Orcs, carrying a large axe, was ready to strike Mirdania. But silently, he was stopped. Another Orc whispered in his ear, and reluctantly but obediently, he pulled the axe away from Mirdania.

Suddenly, everything around Mirdania went completely dark, she could no longer keep her eyes open. For countless hours, she was trapped in this darkness, feeling her body being dragged back to Eregion. She should be dead. She wanted to be dead. Mirdania did not want to wake up and return to that nightmare.

The moon was bright in the sky when Mirdania awoke, her body aching all over. Her once magnificent green dress was covered in mud and her own blood. She was in Eregion, she realized. But Eregion had fallen, she knew it as soon as she looked around.

Some Elves were huddled in the ruins, hugging each other. Orcs screamed in Black Speech, paying little attention to the Elves' cries. With great effort, Mirdania forced her body to stand up, she tried her best to stay standing, but the pain was stronger.

The Orcs, watching her struggles, mocked her attempts. Three times Mirdania rose, and each time she fell. Her hands ached, sore from striking the ground of Eregion so many times. The broken ground of Eregion.

“Mirdania.” A distant voice whispered, but it was getting closer.

Mirdania looked at each of the Orcs, searching for who was doing this to her, who was trying to increase her suffering. How dare they torture her after all the horrors they had committed?

“Look at me, Mirdania,” the voice said, closer this time.

Mirdania looked up and was greeted by the presence of Annatar. He looked nothing like an Emissary of the Valar. He wore black armor. Fit for a warrior. All his clothes were black, so black. And he was carrying something that Mirdania did not recognize at first.

It was a sword, but it was nothing like the swords forged by elven smiths. This sword felt wrong, dirty. An indescribable cruelty emanated from it. In her other hand, Annatar carried a crown.

Gasping, Mirdania crawled, trying to get away from him. She knew that crown. She knew who it had belonged to. All the Elves knew. Celebrimbor had been right all along. He is Sauron, and he was deceiving them all.

Tears blurred Mirdania's vision, but she kept crawling. Trying to get away from him, from the Dark Lord. Annatar had never existed. No Emissary of the Valar would be as wicked as he. The Valar would punish them all for aiding Sauron in his cruel goals.

Mirdania screamed, feeling a warm hand grab her leg, stopping her from running away from him. Annatar, no, Sauron was face to face with her now. And he looked furious. Completely enraged. Blood was running down his face. He was wounded too, but those were battle wounds.

In Sauron’s hand, Mirdania saw a small brown leather pouch. It was the Nine, wasn’t it? She sobbed, shaking her head. If Celebrimbor knew he was Sauron, he would never give him any more Rings. There was only one explanation. Celebrimbor, the Lord of Eregion, her friend who had always been so kind and gentle, was dead.

“Please.” Mirdania sobbed, covering her face with her hands. She couldn’t bear to look at him. “Don’t hurt me, please.”

Sauron laughed, releasing Mirdania's leg. He stepped closer to her, leaving his crown and sword on the ground. Mirdania did not move, sitting on the ground, unable to look at Sauron. His hands reached for her face, forcing her to open her eyes. To look at him.

“You need not be afraid, Mirdania.” He whispered maliciously. “Not from me.”

Mirdania cried even harder. How could he bear to lie to her? That she had always believed in him, that she had always defended him. How foolish she had been to trust him. How stupid she had been to trust Morgoth's lieutenant. A monster.

“I will take care of you.” Sauron whispered, stroking Mirdania’s face. “I promise.”

Sauron stared at Mirdania uncomfortably. This was not how he had expected things to end. But she had to insist on staying close to Celebrimbor, on being an obstacle to him, to his healing plans.

Sauron was trying to help, wasn't he? It was frustrating, how the Elves dared to be angry with him, when he was only trying to heal what Morgoth had destroyed. It didn't matter. In the end, yes, they would thank Sauron for his efforts.

He retrieved his sword and crown, standing. Below him, Mirdania remained silent. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, not that much, anyway. He hadn’t expected her to nearly die when he’d pushed her off the wall, he’d just needed Celebrimbor to be scared. More manipulable.

“Keep her safe.” Sauron ordered, looking away from Mirdania to the Orcs. “Kill everyone else.”

If Mirdania had had the strength, or at least the courage, she would have screamed. She would have begged them to let them all live. Or to kill her too. But she couldn't move, she was too scared to fight. To face Sauron.

Putrid, cruel hands lifted Mirdania from the ground. She let the Orc drag her, forcing her to her feet. Nothing else mattered, this, this was not life. It was an eternal nightmare.

For weeks, Mirdania accompanied the Orcs on their journey. They would not tell her where they were taking her, and she did not ask. Why would she try to speak to them? Obviously, Sauron had given them orders to be quiet, to take Mirdania away.

And for weeks, she pushed her body to the limit, being dragged across Middle-earth, accepting the grunts and insults of the Orcs. All this lasted until the sky turned red. They were very far from Eregion. Mirdania laughed wryly, alone in the devastated forest, while the Orcs hunted.

She tried to force the shackles away, but they were too strong. The Southlands. The ancient kingdom of Halbrand, or so she had been forced to believe. That land was no more. Mordor, the Orcs called it.

A land of devastation, ruin, and death. Evil emanated from even the few trees that remained standing. Why was she here? Mirdania wondered, worried. What cruel plans had Sauron prepared for her? She remained silent when the Orcs returned, forcing Mirdania to walk with them.

It was impossible to walk through Mordor, but the Orcs were not kind, forcing Mirdania to walk even was her feet became painful. After weeks of extreme torture, Mirdania caught sight of a camp. Sauron's camp, of course.

Adar's old camp. Mirdania did not even complain when the Orcs shoved her into a tent without further explanation. All she did was cry, mourning for Eregion, for Celebrimbor. For all of them who had been deceived.

Mirdania didn’t know if it was day or night, but the camp was finally silent. She tried to rub the dried blood from her face, but it was no use. Footsteps outside the tent approached, and Mirdania hugged her knees.

Majestic as when he had introduced himself as Emissary of the Valar, Sauron entered Mirdania's tent. Now, without his armor, he seemed less dangerous, less evil. That was what he wanted her to think, indeed. He was still fully clothed. A true Dark Lord.

“Mirdania.” Sauron whispered, walking towards her.

“Stay away!” Mirdania screamed, hoarse, desperate.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Sauron growled, approaching her.

Well, this certainly wasn't going as he had planned either. Sauron set the bowl down on Mirdania's makeshift bed, bending down towards her, standing just inches from her face. For the Valar, she looked like hell.

“I promised I would protect you, didn’t I?” Sauron said.

“You have deceived me!” cried Mirdania, trying to pull away. “You have killed Lord Celebrimbor.”

Mirdania cried, shaking as Sauron's hands cupped her wounded face. She felt helpless. He looked so powerful. He felt powerful.

“Celebrimbor caused his own death,” Sauron said with false calm. “But not you, Mirdania. You are different from him.”

Mirdania, Sauron thought, would be good for him. A trustworthy ally. Someone he could keep by his side. Why did everyone insist he deserved to be alone? He was trying to help, to heal. They should be grateful to him.

“You trust me, don’t you, Mirdania?”

It didn’t sound like a question, but like an order. And Mirdania felt that she was taking a great risk if she disappointed the Dark Lord. She did not trust him, far from it. She was terrified. But she had no choice, did she? So, sighing, Mirdania agreed, pretending that this was not Sauron, but Annatar.

“That’s good.” He smiled, caressing her face.

To her surprise, Sauron pulled the bowl toward them, taking a cloth from Mirdania's bed. Carefully, and with unusual delicacy for one such as himself, Sauron dipped the cloth into the bowl.

Treating Mirdania like a cornered animal, Sauron was precise with each of his movements, trying not to trigger another panic attack in her. Calmly, he rubbed the cloth against her face, wiping away the blood. Wiping away all the memories of what he had done, of what he had caused her.

It was all the comfort he could give her. Sauron was good at destroying things. People. He was incapable of remorse, of righting his wrongs without causing more damage. But he was trying, at least, or so he thought.

When he was satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulled the cloth away from Mirdania's face. She still looked very hurt. He sighed, cupping her face.

“What are you doing?” Mirdania asked in fear.

But Sauron remained silent, staring at her. Then he whispered, words she could not understand. Dirty words. Wrong words. Black Speech. His language, his Orcs'. All the corrupted.

Mirdania gasped as the pain faded, just a terrible memory now. Sauron pushed Mirdania's hands away, standing up. Surprised, she touched her face, looking for the scars, for any sign of the injuries she had sustained in the fall.

“Why?” She asked, staring at the floor.

“Believe it or not, Mirdania,” Sauron said, his back to her. “But I care about you.”

Weeks passed until Mirdania met Sauron again. The Orcs did not harm her, did not attack her, at Sauron's request. Mirdania was left alone, in peace, in her tent. And Sauron kept his promise, made in Eregion. He continued to care for her, from a distance, as far away as possible, but always making sure that she was well. That she had everything she needed.

Because Sauron did not care about Mirdania, deep down, he thought he felt other things for her. But Sauron knew no another way to love. This was the love he had been taught by Morgoth. A dark love, one that grew between the shadow and the soul. A corrupt, cruel love. Dirty.

Sauron kept his distance from Mirdania, that was what she needed. Only then would she trust him again. Only then would she accept staying with him, in that camp of Orcs, surrounded by evil beings who knew no compassion.

When the seventh month had passed, Mirdania heard the Orcs' shouts of celebration. She knew the reason for their evil joy. They spoke only of the Dark Lord's fortress, now nearly complete.

An orc entered the tent, walking towards Mirdania. She huddled in the corner of the tent, hoping he would leave her alone. To be honest, they weren’t really hurting Mirdania, not anymore. They fed her, brought her clean clothes, and let her walk around the camp when Sauron wasn’t around.

“Lord Sauron awaits you.” The Orc said, holding out a cloak to Mirdania.

“Where should I go?” She asked, covering herself with her cloak.

“Let’s go.” He huffed, dragging Mirdania out of the tent.

Mirdania walked silently beside the Orc, noticing that they were moving too far from the camp. Mirdania hated the sky of Mordor, the smell of death that permeated the air, the land. It was so different from Eregion.

They walked for a long time in silence, until the Orc stopped, leaving Mirdania alone in the destroyed forest. Before she could ask where he was going, she heard footsteps approaching.

If this was yet another deception of his, it was one of the cruelest, indeed. For Sauron retained the features of Annatar, and sometimes, when the loneliness was too great, Mirdania almost pretended that he was still Annatar, that nothing had happened.

“Why am I here, Lord Sauron?” Mirdania asked, upset.

“No.” He said harshly. “Don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you, then?” She laughed in disbelief. “You can’t believe I’m so stupid as to call you Annatar.”

Furious, Sauron walked toward Mirdania, holding her hand, as he had in Eregion, when things had still seemed so easy, so much better. She looked at him uncertainly. Sauron was known for his deceit, and Mirdania did not want to be his victim again.

“I once promised that I would reward you duly.” Sauron whispered, his eyes never leaving Mirdania.

“Yes.” She agreed, staring at him. “It was a very painful reward, that one, I must say.”

She expected him to hurt her, to rage at her words. But Sauron's anger was worse, it was silent. He said no word as he stared at Mirdania, watching the conflicting emotions play across her face.

“At the forge, you seemed so sure about me.” He quipped, patting her hand.

“You deceived me!” Mirdania accused.

“No.” Sauron denied, smiling condescendingly. “You deceived yourself.”

“I trusted you.” Mirdania said, defeated.

She felt Sauron's hands against her face, caressing her cheek. Mirdania looked at him, trying to unravel his lies, trying to find the deception in his words. But with Sauron, it was all just a deception, wasn't it?

“I want you to stay here, Mirdania.” His voice was lower, more uncertain. “I want you to stay, with me.”

Mirdania sighed, sickened by his trick. But despite Mirdania's feelings. It was not a deception, not this time. Sauron, after being defeated by Galadriel, was still shaken by her words.

By how she had humiliated him, by how she had mocked his attempts to heal him. Because she had exposed his greatest fear. His failure. And after so many years since Melkor's chaining, Adar's betrayal, Sauron felt alone. And he was tired of feeling this way.

“Trust me, one more time.” He whispered.

Mirdania didn't understand what was happening until she felt Sauron's lips against hers. Unlike the kiss in the forge, this one felt different, more real. Without Sauron's deception clouding her emotions. And what choice did Mirdania have but to reciprocate. Because she too felt so alone, so miserably alone in Mordor.

She kissed him back, her hands reaching up to rest on Sauron's shoulders, while his hands kept their possessive touch on her face. She hated herself for kissing him, after everything he had done to her, after what he had done to Celebrimbor.

But the Deceiver was stronger than she was, and Mirdania was intoxicated by his presence, by the damned Dark Lord. And Sauron was demanding in his kiss, cruel, possessive, as if he would accept no less than he deserved, less than he needed.

Mirdania wept against Sauron's lips, because she wanted him as much as she had been hurt by him. Sauron kissed Mirdania with all his darkness, with all his desire. Because now, he was not trying to convince Mirdania to stay by his side, so that she would fall into one of his illusions. He simply wanted to be with her, in his sick, twisted way, but he wanted to.

And she would never refuse him, even if her heart was broken and she hated him. Mirdania's hands reached for Sauron's hair, the blond strands as when he introduced himself as Annatar. Gently, without breaking the kiss, she undid the bow he still wore in his hair.

Golden strands fell against Sauron's face and he groaned against Mirdania's lips, laying her body on the ground, tired of being so far from another person, alone for so many centuries. Mirdania returned the kiss with the same intensity, with the same hunger.

Sauron's lips moved away from hers, moving down Mirdania's neck. He kissed her neck, his tongue swiping against her skin, biting harder and harder. A Maia intoxicated by an Elf. These stories never had happy endings in Middle-earth.

Mirdania moaned, holding onto Sauron's blond hair, gasping every time he bit her. It was wrong to be here, in his arms, but she was tired of resisting him. She had nothing left but him. There was only Sauron left in Mirdania's life.

“Will you stay with me, Mirdania?” he asked, obsession tainting his voice.

Mirdania nodded, moaning as he bit her earlobe, pulling his body closer so that he was all she could see, all she could feel. Because she had never wanted Sauron, the Dark Lord, the Enemy, more than she did in that moment.

“That's my girl.” He groaned, kissing Mirdania again.

But his kisses were more impatient, more obsessive. More out of control. Sauron kissed Mirdania's neck again, trailing his kisses down her chest, over her dress, making her shiver against his touch.

Sauron was everywhere, his domineering presence overshadowing Mirdania's feelings, overshadowing her will. She moaned as he continued to kiss her down, holding the black dress she wore. He insisted she dress like this, all her clothes were dark.

When Sauron pulled her dress up, Mirdania noticed that he was watching her, as if she were his prey, his prey that had just fallen into the hands of the predator. But she no longer cared.

Not when his lips touched Mirdania, and she moaned, feeling the hot touch of Sauron's tongue, devouring her as if it had been an eternity since she had felt that touch, that desire. He might be the Enemy, a cruel monster, but Mirdania could not resist him.

She moaned again, gripping his now loose hair, pulling hard, and Sauron growled against her. It was too much for her to bear, lest she lose her mind. She was panting, feeling his tongue against her, like a hungry man, like a man ruled by his desires.

And Mirdania wanted to drown in that feeling, in his lips. In everything he could offer her. All Mirdania had was now, and she wouldn't waste any more, not after so many losses.

Gasping, she closed her eyes, arching her back, her dress slipping further down, but Sauron's hands gripped her thighs tightly, never stopping his attack, never stopping devouring Mirdania as if she were all that was left for him.

Maybe it was. He was the Dark Lord, and she was giving herself to him, even though she knew who he was, even though she knew what he had done. Even after everything he had done to her. She still wanted him, and that excited Sauron more than anything else.

When Mirdania cum against his lips, he didn't pull away, continuing to enjoy her taste, to be intoxicated by her flavor. Only when she sobbed, too sensitive, did he pull away from her. But he wasn't sated, yet.

Sauron's cold, murderous hands reached for Mirdania's dress, freeing her from that damned obstacle that was getting in their way. She was beautiful, indeed. Sauron hated how the Elves, his greatest enemies, always surprised him.

“Are you mine?” He growled, kissing her jaw.

“Yes.” She moaned.

“Say you’re mine.” He demanded.

“I am yours, Sauron.”

Pleased with her words, Sauron's hands covered Mirdania's body, exploring her as if she were a new land, as if she were completely his. But she was, he knew that. His and his alone.

Sauron's kisses were fierce, voracious, descending on Mirdania's breasts. Kissing fervently, biting, licking. Making her his, completely. So that he would no longer have to be alone in his search for a cure.

Mirdania moaned Sauron's name as he touched her, his lips never leaving her breasts. He played her as if she were music, the Music of the Elder Days, when he was still good, as Eru had created him.

“Sauron.” She moaned, sighing at his touch.

“Mirdania.” He whispered against her skin, trailing kisses up her neck, never stopping his touch on her body. “Tell me you’ll be mine, and mine alone.”

It was in Sauron's nature to be obsessive. Even when he was deceiving his victims, he couldn't help but wish they were his, and no one else's. And even though he wasn't trying to deceive Mirdania, because he was just getting what he deserved, he couldn't shake the feeling.

“Yes.” She moaned, lost in the feel of his fingers. “Only yours, Sauron.”

He smiled wickedly, kissing Mirdania. She was eager to please, even if she didn't realize it. Even if she was trying to resist him. She kissed him back with the same hungry passion, needing him so much. And she continued to moan, holding his arm tightly, digging her nails in, as she finally cumming against his fingers.

It was always interesting to Sauron to see how people fell apart for him, how they always gave in to his command. Sauron removed his fingers from Mirdania, bringing his fingers to his own lips, savoring the taste of her. This was the love Sauron could give Mirdania, all the love he knew. And she would not say no to him.

“You have always been so good to me.” Sauron said, looking at Mirdania.

He felt something different, a new sensation, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. These emotions were strange, frightening. And Sauron didn't need them, never had. He wouldn't admit that something was different about him, that something about him kept him close to Mirdania beyond desire.

Stepping away from Mirdania, Sauron patiently removed his own clothes, fighting the desire in his chest, the heat, the insatiable hunger he felt for her. For the Elf who had fallen in love with the Emissary of the Valar, and in the end, was willing to bed the Dark Lord.

The Elves were creatures of love, they did not give their bodies and hearts lightly. Mirdania did not do this by deception, because she was lonely, she was choosing Sauron. Because she wanted him, and nothing more.

Sauron's body was so warm against Mirdania's, like the flames she had glimpsed in the forge, so long ago, not knowing that that heat had always belonged to him, had always been his.

Mirdania cupped Sauron's face, pressing their lips together. Here, alone in the broken forest of Mordor, he did not need all his control, all his power. They were alone in each other's arms. And it sickened him, it frightened him. But he wanted it too.

She moaned against Sauron's lips as his body came under hers, his weight covering her entire body. But she was content, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her, even after she swore in her heart that she didn't want him.

Sauron's movements were as cruel as he was, fierce, ravenous. Insatiable. His lips dominated Mirdania's, his tongue controlling hers, biting her lips, groaning against her lips. And Mirdania felt so good against him.

Against Sauron's warm body, with his voracious and rough touches, with his muffled moans. Sauron stopped kissing Mirdania, to attack her neck again. Always looking for more touch, more lust.

She was accepting everything about him, losing herself in the movements of his body, feeling so good, so complete, like she had never felt before. She had known this in Eregion, but she had believed that feeling had died when he attacked her home. But Mirdania was still in love with him.

“My good girl.” He moaned, almost incoherently, his movements harder, faster.

He gripped Mirdania's thigh roughly, squeezing tightly, his nails digging into her skin as her nails raked his back. It was intoxicating. It was wicked. A desire rising from the darkness. Because everything about Sauron was rotten, tainted.

And Mirdania allowed him to soil her with his evil, with his wickedness. A monstrous, insatiable desire ruled the Dark Lord's actions. For Sauron, everything he desired, everything he loved, he conquered with his power, with his cruelty. The same overwhelming passion with which he took Mirdania for himself, to rule, as he ruled all.

He was brutally attractive, and Mirdania had no chance. She was even more in love with him, of course she was. She was as Sauron wished, alone, at his complete mercy. Of his love. Of his hunger.

And, lost in her desire, in her passion for Sauron, Mirdania knew that she was not in love with Annatar, but with who Sauron really was, even if she did not know it yet, back then. And perhaps his darkness had drawn her to him all along.

“Sauron.” She moaned, against his ear, before Sauron cupped her face again, bringing their lips together.

It felt horribly right, and Mirdania cum against Sauron, cursing his name, keeping her arms around him. It was a blind, corrupt devotion, and Sauron was drinking her essence.

Sauron bit Mirdania's lips hard, without breaking the kiss, cumming against Mirdania. Sauron hated the Valar even more now, knowing how much they loved the Elves, how much they wanted to protect them. How much they were enchanted by them. Because Sauron was also enchanted by an Elf, and he hated it.

Gasping, Mirdania opened her eyes, looking up at Sauron's face. In that moment, with the golden strands falling against his face, he had never looked so sincere, so real. Uncertain, Sauron pulled away from Mirdania, reluctant to face how he felt.

Her hands lightly caressed his shoulder, and Sauron looked at her, confused by such a delicate, tender gesture.

“I’ll stay with you.” She said, serious. Determined.

Sauron, his face expressionless but his mind overflowing, simply brought Mirdania's face closer, kissing her calmly, less fiercely, more possessively. He didn't answer. Words were not necessary. Not anymore.

That was so sad, but I made up for the pain, didn't I? I love the idea of ​​Annatar and Mirdania so much. Oh, yeah, I'll never get over them and that's what matters.

As for requests, all that's missing is Galadriel x Adar, and Adar x reader.

I hope you enjoyed it. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome! And please don't copy my work or post it anywhere else.

tag: @valar-did-me-wrong @redrosesandcharmingsouls @whenimaunicorn

[royalarchivist]

Prezoh: So, two awards, huh?

Quackity: I can't believe it, I can't believe it. It's an absolute honor. This is crazy, this is absolutely crazy. Best international streamer, that's a huge, huge achievement, and um, this... I don't know what to say! I'm at a loss for words.

Prezoh: You- I'll be honest, like- you went against the entire world there.

Quackity: [Laughs] I know! I know, the nomination is a huge honor. Being nominated next to my friends, it's another massive honor. It just kind of shows that- yeah, I said it there- the work we put in, and the creativity we have, it can go worldwide, and that is an incredible feat that we have.

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Prezoh: Alright, sick. Alright, sweet. So I feel like I've known you for like, 20 years.

Quackity: Really?

Prezoh: I've known about you.

Quackity: I've been around for a while!

Prezoh: Yeah yeah yeah! How do you feel about after this win?

Quackity: Oh my gosh. My legs are trembling! I can't- I can't believe it, this is a huge honor. It's- everything I do is really- is a passion project, what I've been doing, so... This is- this is incredible.

Prezoh: How heavy is that?

Quackity: It's fcking heavy! It is fcking heavy!

Prezoh: Yeah, you'd think you could just like, throw it around?

Quackity: If you had brought me into this room to kick my ass, I'd be able to defend myself.

Prezoh: I feel like QSMP has been like, a lot of like, my following's page by the way.

Quackity: Really?

Prezoh: It's been a lot of it, yes. So like-

Quackity: Oh my god.

Prezoh: To be fair- not to be rude to everybody else, but I feel like I kind of expected you to win just 'cuz like, you have created like, a crazy universe.

Quackity: That's incredible. I got nominated with all my friends, and that's just- that's a- I mean, that's a huge pleasure and honor. I think- I think- uh. Yeah, this goes for me and for all of them too. This is, uh-

Prezoh: Oh yeah.

Quackity: I'm at a loss for words! I'm just shocked.

Prezoh: Alright, sweet. QT, back to you.

Quackity: Oh, oh is this...?

Prezoh: No. [Laughs as Quackity walks off-frame, visibly relieved]

Quackity: No fcking way! Oh, I was about to sht myself.

Prezoh: Sorry sorry sorry sorry, I've been doing that for everybody.

Quackity: That's so fcked! [Laughs]

Prezoh: Back to you!

Quackity: Bye bye!

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Prezoh: All right, let's do this again. So, two awards, huh?

Quackity: I can't believe it, I can't believe it. It's an absolute honor. This is crazy, this is absolutely crazy. Best international streamer, that's a huge, huge achievement, and um, this... I don't know what to say! I'm at a loss for words.

Prezoh: You- I'll be honest, like- you went against the entire world there.

Quackity: [Laughs] I know! I know, the nomination is a huge honor. Being nominated next to my friends, it's another massive honor. It just kind of shows that- yeah, I said it there- the work we put in, and the creativity we have, it can go worldwide, and that is an incredible feat that we have.

Prezoh: Fckin' amazing! Dude, congrats man!

Quackity: Thank you so much! This is crazy.

Prezoh: And QT, back to you, eh?

[They both laugh]

Quackity: Oh man, that's crazy. Thank you so much.

[feuerscram]

So, I'm still hyperfixated on Gravity Falls, but now also on The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll & Myster Hyde (because of course there had to be two Gravity Falls's animatics that use songs of the musical and I had to fall in love with it.)

I will rambling a lot, and if you want to know what I'm rambling about, listen to the Original Concept Recording of 1994 from the musical Jekyll & Hyde with Anthony Warlow as Jekyll/Hyde.

I want to defend Utterson in the song How Can I Continue On?. This song may be a tourning point, or at least it results in a turning point, which is Jekyll's decision to use his potion on himself in This Is The Moment and his use of it in Transformation.

In How Can I Continue On? Jekyll is quite desperate because the Board of Governors of St Jude's Hospital refused in the song Board of Governors to give him permission to try his formula on a human (which is understandable). They seem to have effectively prevent him to continue his experience, so Jekyll feels like he can't continue his work and feels quite down because of it.

Utterson, as the good friend he is, tells him not to give up and that he knows he will find a way to be back on his feet.

And it work! Jekyll decides immediatly that fine, if no one want to give him a human test subject, he will just use the one he has at hand: himself. Which leads to Transformation, the appearance of Hyde, Hyde's crimes and all the other problems that ensue.

Some may say then (and they would be right!), that Utterson is at least partly responsible for these problems, and that without him there wouldn't even be a musical.

But!

That's when I want to defend the good friend that is Utterson.

You see, I'm not sure Jekyll would stay well without his pet-project. Remember, what did Jekyll talk about until How Can I Continue On?

His work. (And almost nothing more :)

Let's revue the previous songs!

Prologue: Well it's precisely Jekyll speaking about his goal. We don't know yet that it is his goal, but we have his hypothesis and the expected result of this hypothesis.

I Need to Know: Here we have Jekyll motives, his interrogations. To some it up, why he has to make his experience. (At this point we can already see that he is obsessed with his work.)

Façade: Jekyll says only the last line of this song, but it's again about his goal ("Look behind the façade").

The Engagement Party: In this song, Jekyll comes late to his own engagement party. And why? Because of his work. He is so passionate about it that he even provoks a drastic change of tone and mood in the music!

Possessed: Here is openly admitting that his work means everything to him. He says, I quote "All my life I've been possessed / By one great all conuming quest / And that's my driving reason to survive!" (One day I will make a post about Lisa/Emma because this woman is a real queen.)

Take Me As I Am: This is a really good love song (well at least I like it very much), but once again, Jekyll starts by speaking about his work. When does he need Lisa? When "despair tears [him] in two". So when his work is not working (also good forshadowing).

Board of Governors: Well, I have already spoken about this song, and there's not so much to say. He defends his experiment and tries to obtain permission to use a human living being as a test subject.

Lucy Meets Jekyll: That's the first song where Jekyll doesn't mention his work at all. But, I'm stubborn and would say that Lucy is a clear exemple of what Jekyll is trying to prove and fight: Lucy is obviously playing the seductress when she hates every second of it. And Jekyll probably sees it since he offers her his friendship. So this song is not related to his work, unless it is!

So there's Jekyll in a nutshell: work work work work, ugh why no one sees the importance of my work, work work work, oh this person doesn't seem well, I'm pretty sure my work could help her if people just let me do it.

And there's no way Utterson doesn't know how much his friend his obsessed. So what can he think when Jekyll, his long time friend who is always speaking about his project, his work and sometimes other things, is planning to give up?

Utterson can think that it will literally destroy Jekyll. There's absolutely now way that Jekyll stay in a good state of mind when the only thing that he thinks of is not here anymore. Jekyll is nothing without his work (or at least he thinks). If Utterson lets him give up, Jekyll will not be happy, so Lisa will probably not be happy too, Sire Danvers will not be happy for her, Utterson will not be happy. (Maybe Stride will be, but I don't think Stride's happiness is something that Utterson values.)

If Jekyll gives up his work, he will certainly have a breakdown at best, and at worst commit suicide. And that, Jekyll said it himself. ("that's my driving reason to survive!", remember?)I'm pretty sure that's what Utterson have in head when he recommended him to continue his pet project.

And yes, he changes his mind in His Work and Nothing More. But would you blame him? It's been five songs since the good doctor spoke to someone else (unless you consider Hyde as him, which Utterson have no reason to do at this point) and he isn't even speaking of the progress of his work anymore. He isn't even passionate about it anymore ("You've lost the fire you build your dream on" and "it's like when love dies"). Before Jekyll would show at public events (Engagement Party), now he hides (is thit a pun?) in his house, or so Utterson thinks. But he makes once again the argument of his work ("it could endanger your career"), because let's admit it, that's probably the only argument who could have works with this workaholic of Jekyll.

That's why I think that Utterson is a really good friend, and that even if he wasn't, Jekyll's ending would still not have been a happy one.

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Well, that was sure a lot of rambling. Have a good day/night!

[inkmonster21]

Sing for Me

8. Sponsored by the Devil

Cooper Howard × Fem!Reader / The Ghoul × Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence. From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

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Tagged: @fallout-girl219 @harmfulb1tch @themadhattersqueen @one-of-thewalkingdead

AN: Not crazy about this chapter, BUT there is smut at the end so...

I sit at the bar watching the TV. A newscaster babbles on, “As all nations race to secure uranium and control the future of energy, a shortage has emerged, turning even allies into potential competitors. Will energy prices surge this winter and will it lead to an expanded war?” I chuckle softly with the shake of my head, finishing my drink. I see the familiar figure of my old friend. My old friend who sounds like he’s gotten caught up in the communist bullshit. “Sorry you couldn't make it to the party the other night, Charlie,” he looks at me with a blank face. “Guess you had one of your meetings, huh? One of your Communist meetings?” He sighs, taking the seat next to me, “Come on, man.”

“We watched people die together up north fighting against all that horseshit.” He shrugs, “Yeah, and for what?” I scoffed, “What do you mean, for what? For the American dream. We're actors. We make movies, Charlie.”

“Yeah, the American dream has me getting shot in the ass by you all day.” I roll my eyes at his excuse. “You got five acres in Tarzana. I think you're doing all right.” He shakes his head, “It doesn't matter, Coop. Vault-Tec's the fucking devil, man.” I weigh in. “Vault Tech is a shifty company. I’ll give you that. My ex-wife works there. She’s a lot of things, but the devil? Come on now.” “Do you know what "fiduciary responsibility" means?” “Fiduciary responsibility? No, I have no fucking idea. I play a cowboy for a living.”

Charlie goes on, “Okay. So, the U.S. government has outsourced the survival of the human race to Vault-Tec. Vault-Tec is a private corporation that has a fiduciary responsibility to make money for its investors. And how does it make money? By selling vaults.” “That's called capitalism, Charlie.” He continued digging, “But they can't sell vaults if these peace negotiations go through. So Vault-Tec has a fiduciary responsibility to make sure that it doesn't work out.” I can’t even wrap my head around his speech. “Yeah. How are they gonna do that?” He falls flat, “I don't know. You remember that movie we did with Johnny Morton… you were the sheriff and I was some generic Indian?” I disagree, “Come on, man, don't say that. Tall hand Mudlake could talk to horses. You played him with grace and with dignity. It was a great role for you.”

“Morton played a rancher who owned half of Missouri. And what happens when the cattle ranchers have more power than the sheriff?” “The whole town burns down.” “Right. Vault-Tec is a trillion-dollar company that owns half of everything. And after ten years of war, the U.S. government is broker than a joke. The cattle ranchers are in charge, Coop.” I wave at his words again, “Come on, man, you sound like you're in a cult.” He fires back, “And you're sitting here defending a system that's ready to set the world on fire, Cooper. Maybe you're the one in the cult.”

I look away with the roll of my eye. He slides a card on the bar. “Look. You should come to a meeting. You should learn the truth about where your ex-wife works, and what they plan on doing with their employees. For (y/n)‘s sake.” With one final smile, my friend leaves the bar. Leaving me confused and a knot rolling in my chest.

Why the fuck would (y/n) be or any danger with Vault Tech? I stare at the card and begin to dive down a hole I’d rather not be sober for. I raise my hand, gesturing to the bartender, “Bartender, can I get one more?”

~

I caved and went to attend Charlie’s meeting. It was a basic conspiracy for weak-minded individuals. She sits at the front, coffee in hand. “These soldiers that we're fighting abroad, their families, we have more in common with them than we do with the people here in power, the real enemy.” I shake my head, “That's about all the horseshit I can take.” I stand, place my hat back on my head, and make my way to the exit.

“Mr. Howard?” I stop as she addresses me. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said.” I raise my eyebrows at her, “I said that um… this is about all the horseshit I can take.” She smirks, “I didn't realize that America's favorite gunslinger was so sensitive.” She earns soft laughter from her followers. “I have my principles, Miss Williams, that's all.” I try to leave once more but she begins the conversation again, “Uh-huh. And those principles of yours… how much did Vault-Tec pay to take them off your hands?”

“Well, this is America. Everybody has a sponsor, and, uh, I'm not ashamed to earn a living.” She bickers back, “Vault-Tec is the largest company in America. There's a lot of money in selling the end of the world.” I couldn’t take her words. I fire back to her, “Well, I'm sure there's a lot of money in selling a political ideology that ends in breadlines.”

As the crowd gets upset, Charlie stands and backs away with me, “Okay, uh, sorry, this was a mistake. We'll be leaving.” Miss Williams shakes her head, coming to stand. “Oh, no, I'm-I'm quite glad you brought Mr. Howard today. You see, it happens that I know your wife… or Ex-wife. And perhaps a side of her you don't.”

I walk out and she follows close on my heels, catching up by my side. “How do you know my ex-wife?” “My research company was acquired by her division. We were developing this kind of technology that's… difficult to monetize. Cold fusion. Infinite energy. Several projects were advancing. Synthetic creations. That's what I was on the verge of achieving when Vault-Tec swept in and bought up every company I'd ever worked for.” I stare at her with no hesitation, “Every one of them? So, what are you, a millionaire communist?”

“Hypocrisy is like violence in your movies. If you only let the bad guys use it, the bad guys win.” “Yeah? I, uh, I got a little showbiz secret for you. A good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy.”

She pushes more, “America has been locked in a resource war for over a decade. Vault-Tec bought the means to end that war, the same war you fought in, so they could put it on the shelf. All because it didn't fit into their business model. I want your help in getting it back.” She passes a small device into my palm. I roll the small object in my fingers, “What is it?” “It's a listening device.”

I nod, disbelief running through my mind. “A listening device. You… you want me to spy on them?” I chuckled softly, passing it back, “Good luck with the revolution.” She shakes her head, “You can keep it. As a token.” She sighs, “I'm not a communist, Mr. Howard. That's just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren't insane.” I meet her with silence. She speaks once more in a hushed voice, stepping closer, “I understand you have a fond relationship with Ms. (L/n). If I were you, I’d be keeping her at a distance from Vault Tech. They have plans for her.” I clenched my jaw, “what the hell are you on about?” She taps the small listening device before turning on her heel and returning to her meeting.

~

I sit on the couch bouncing my knee, paranoid, thinking the worst of what could happen to (y/n). They could kidnap her. Keep her trapped in one of those damn vaults. They could kill her!

To add to the stress, we were about to set Janey down and talk to her. I roll the divine in my pocket overthinking the worst. My nerves got the best of me, and I gave up, going to the pip-boy on the counter. The divide pairs within seconds. Just in time for Barb to walk out and retrieve the bulky oversized wrist technology. She straps it onto her wrist before looking at me, eyebrows raised. “Are you ready?” I nod, “Yeah. I'll be out there in just a minute.”

She nods and exits the house. I watch as she sits down with Janey. I place the listening divide in my ear, clearly hearing Barb and Janey from outside. Roosevelt whines causing me to shake my head. There was no logical reason to believe anything those conspiracy theorists had to say. “You're right, Roosevelt,” I tuck the small device into my pocket, “What are you thinking?”

Janey has to be the smartest, and most intelligent little girl in the world. I had been very honest in explaining how her mother and I just didn’t feel the same and how we were going to be living away from each other. She knew something had been off for months. She had no issue expressing her feelings and opinions on the scheduling. “As long as daddy and (y/n) can take me for ice cream every other Friday!” I smile at Janey, while Barb does not. She simply ignores it.

~

The sun rose on Saturday morning, kissing the land of California. I stand on the back patio with a cup of coffee just taking in the beauty. It had been a month to the day since Cooper and I started dating. Life was good. I was happy. He was here more days out of the week than not. I couldn’t think of a better day than today to tell him the news.

The sliding glass door catches my attention. Cooper walks out, coffee in hand and a smile on his face. He wraps an around around me, nuzzling into my neck. “Good morning.” It’s such a perfect paradise with him at this moment. “Good morning, love.” I lean back into him, rubbing my fingertips up his arm, tracing each speck and freckle. “I have a surprise for you.” He looks down, trying to find a hint within my soul. “What type of surprise?” I turn around in his hold, now facing him. “A good one. I think you’ll be pleased with it.” He trails a finger down the front of my chest, dipping into my robe, brushing my concealed skin. “Wouldn’t happen to be you would it?” I shake my head, moving out of his grasp before I get caught up. “Nope. Get dressed Mr. Howard because we are going on a little adventure.”

We both get ready and exit my house. I get into the driver's seat before he can argue. "So where are we going?" I smirk at him as I begin to drive to the secret location. "You'll see."

We pass the line in Bakersfield and Cooper looks at me, even more confusion in his eyes. 30 more minutes down the line we pull up to a gate. I flip the keypad and enter the entrance code. The large gate slides open and I drive up the start of a long gravel driveway. Cooper looks at the surroundings in awe. The lush land filled with vegetation, and life. "6 acres on each side. There's a big barn in the back. I figured Sugarfoot could have his own space." Cooper sits silently as we pull up to the large cabin. I park the car and turn off the engine. I exit with a smile. "Are you coming?"

Cooper gets out of the vehicle, mouth gaping as he tries to make sense of the situation. "What did… Is this…" I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. "It's ours." I pull the keys from my pocket and dangle them in front of his face. "How did you do this?" I waved my hand at him, "It was nothing. Heather and her boyfriend are sold in California. I offered them my house at an amazing rate, and I was able to get this place up here."

I squeeze his hands with a nervous smile. "I knew this was a risk. A huge one, but I know we had talked about it before, and it was just the perfect opportunity. It just… felt right." Cooper finally breaks into a smile, he hoists me up into his arms. I laugh in surprise, "What in the world are you doing?" He smiles charmingly down at me. "Well, I'm carrying you through the threshold of our new home, sweetheart." Nothing could be better than this moment. He passes through the doorway, the warmth of the cabin enveloping us in its glow.

"What you say we… break in a few rooms? See if the acoustics are good for that angelic voice of yours. I want you to sing for me, honey. Just the way you know I like." He kisses up my neck mumbling into my skin. Room by room Cooper drew orgasm from me. Each one is stronger than the last.

He carries me from the kitchen counter to the long hallway, posting me up on the wall, fucking into me with long thrusts. I moan out loudly the sound carrying through the halls. Cooper smirks, biting his lip as he hears my echoed pants bouncing off the walls.

''That's my girl,'' Cooper rumbled out, pressing his fingers into my cheeks, forcing me to glue my eyes on him. I summoned every ounce of strength I had to begin lifting my hips away from him. I couldn't take anymore, and he knew it. The pressure eased as his girth slowly withdrew from the depths of my sensitive walls. He pushes me into the wall further, deepening his thrusts.

I mewled involuntarily to his sudden way to keep me still. ''I don't think I can-'' I managed to blurt out, despite the trembling rushing through my entire body as his strong hands held me firmly in place.

''Of course, you can, sweetheart.'' He cooed through a strained groan. The stretch of his length was just right, so satisfying that made me want to writhe and squirm on top of him, to lose myself in the rawness of the moment. The friction of our bodies, the sound of our combined breaths, the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume hanging heavy in the air.

''Cooper,'' I cried out from the immense fullness of his length, unable to contain the bliss as every nerve in my body was set on fire. One of his hands traced a path up the curve of my side, his touch sending electric tingles through my skin, each movement leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

He exits my heat, earning a whine from me. He moves us to lie on the sofa. He guided me to sit on his lap, lining his length up again. He kisses up my spine. He lifted one hand from my hip, a tender touch that trailed the expanse of my body until it reached my face and cupped my cheek to tilt my head downwards, coaxing me to meet his gaze.

Cooper leaned close, his breath warm against my ear, "Show me what a good cowgirl you can be." He murmured, the boom of his voice low and primal. As soon as he spoke those words, my hips jerked into action. I leaned back against his chest, grinding down on him, rising and falling on his cock like a bitch in heat.

''That's right, sweetheart,'' Cooper strained,  breathless mumbling reverberated through the warm cabin. He slipped a hand from my hips and with ease, he directed his attention to the most sensitive bud of nerves.

His touch met the tender flesh, I gasped at the sensation, the smooth pad of his finger gliding over the bundle of my clit. Cooper groaned from behind, ''You just keep riding me like that," He helped put motion into my movement. I was a mess, sobs escaped as the pleasure ripped through me.

I surrendered myself completely to him once more, needing nothing but him. Always him. Mustering up all the strength in my legs, I bounced on him even harder than before. My walls tightened around Coooper's length, and my climax finally burst. The waves crash causing me to see stars.

With each clench, I felt him twitch from inside. I lean back as he says, "Stay inside, Cooper." He sucked in a breath, biting into the skin of my shoulder. His thrusts are relentless as he pursues his release. All it took was a few more thrusts, and his body was convulsing beneath me, his movements seeming almost otherworldly while he emptied himself inside my cunt.

He lurched forward, dragging me close to his bare chest. He slowly rolled us over, his cock slipped free. I sighed heavily, but satiated and nestled into him. "Home sweet fucking home." Cooper leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. ''I say we broke in every fuckin inch of this place, sweetheart."

[night-zaveri]

Marble Hornets may be 15 years old but I'm gonna tag this as spoilers for my friends who I've introduced to the series yesterday

I don't think we as fans realize how selfless Alex was throughout the series - especially considering everything that was happening.

First evidence of this was him trying to move away from it all. I mean, to our knowledge that town was where Alex grew up. Its where all his friends were, all his memories were made, and he abandoned it all to get away from the operator. This could be excused as him trying to run away from his 'stalker', but then comes the point of the tapes.

At some point, Alex recognized that this entity stalking him was not human - so what would moving away do to fix that? But he knew it had some connection to the tapes based on his reaction to Amy questioning his possession of a camera and Alex panicking, asking her to get rid of it in one of the entries. That happened ~3 years after everything and things seemed to have been getting better for him; Amy pointing out that he was acting weird, implying that at some point Alex began acting more like himself, and interacting with a friend from back home, Seth. But even before that, he tried to get rid of the tapes. Alex was clearly at one point passionate about Marble Hornets, so to burn all of his progress would have been an arduous task - but still one he was willing to take if it meant cutting the Operator off from everyone else.

And that really emphasizes the relationship Alex had with Jay. Yes, it took some arguing, but Alex didn't have to give Jay the tapes. He had to have trusted him to an extent to let that transaction take place. "Oh," I hear you ask "But maybe it was just an easier way to get rid of the tapes so Alex could leave sooner" I hear you say from beyond the screen, but I ask you, consider the following. Alex had been keeping up with Jay through the channel upon finding out its existence, and upon seeing Jay was beginning to get involved with the Operator, Alex tracked down his apartment and tried to burn the tapes - thus, in his mind, cutting off Jay from the entity now stalking him. Note: Alex knew Jay was not in the apartment at the time of the fire, there was no attempt on Jay's life.

Then, upon seeing that Jay was still insistent on solving this 'mystery', Alex came to him but kept Jay at arms length, willing to help and hoping to find answers in return about Amy's whereabouts after the previously discussed entry. I hear you cry once again through the screen "But when he and Jay first met up in the abandoned shack, Alex had a knife on him" and thus I must implore you remember that totheark, most notably Brian, had been terrorizing him up to that point. Jay brought a knife to the abandoned house, and yet no one accuses him of trying to murder Tim. Alex was being actively hunted and wanted to defend himself. Was he kind of an asshole to Jay? Yes, but he was never actively antagonistic until later in the series.

From there, that antagonistic behavior is driven by the fact that Jay begins to impede his mission. At some point, Alex comes to terms with the fact that he will never find Amy, and that she's likely dead - which by itself was probably like a knife in the heart after also losing Seth. (Often times these two are grouped into the list of Alex's victims, but I must implore us to remember that he actually never hurt them, actively or accidentally. Their only fault was proximity to him.) His new goal becomes stopping the spread of the Operator, which Jay compromises by getting Jessica involved.

Alex saw what the Operator had done not only to him, but his friends and had to make a call. Once he realized Tim was the source and Jay was actively spreading it to random people, he knew he had two choices; kill himself/isolate himself until the Operator lost interest in him (as we know is possible from the three year gap where he had moved away and got rid of any objects relating to the operator), or he could confront the source - getting rid of it so that no one else had to suffer the same way he did. Was killing Jay and trying to kill Tim the answer? No, but at the same time Alex had been part of a downward mental spiral at the start that Jay ended up reviving about halfway through the series. That was the only way Alex could think of that would prevent countless more dying and being sentenced to madness like himself.

Alex walked back into fire to try, sacrificing everything he has ever known and loved, al so that no one else would have to know the pain he had experienced. In the end it drove him to his death, but what an incredibly selfless act to begin with.

[34saveme34]

Rant about redemption, Puzzles and WPNZ that will be way too long probably

I'm not putting pictures I don't care, source: my mind.

Now I talked quite a bit about redemption but now I want to do it again. Especially because people misunderstand how it is supposed to work and apply it in frankly pretty telling ways.

Redemption is about a character becoming better. Now, why do they become better and all that it's- It depends on a lot of things. But one thing that is ALWAYS true and no good redemption leaves out is that the character has to want it and put in the effort to have it. Literally everything else is situational and can go in so many ways as long as it involves this basic thing. The redemption can have forgiveness but doesn't need to, can have the character immediately switch for the better but doesn't need to AND is often not realitstic, it can have characters being there for them but doesn't need to. And probably many more variables I can't think up currently more.

Now, when people say "Puzzles can't be redeemed" or "WPNZ can't be redeemed" what they're saying to me isn't "They have done too much bad to be good", no, what they're saying to me is "They don't have enough agency to decide if they want to change for the better" which is very telling once more. Saying they can't be redeemed will always be false. You can do so many awful things and still manage to become better. You can do many awful things WITHOUT REALISING and only later internalising that what you did wasn't right at all and then working on yourself to become better. I know I know, a lot of people like to say that they have done too much bad, that they don't deserve a chance anymore. But does that really have to include life too? And when did it exactly become too much? What defines this frankly very subjective and easily manipulated too much? Yes, I'm with you when you say you don't want either to be part of the crew, I'm with you there. But you don't have to dehumanise them to convey that.

Now, I finally mentioned my biggest problem: dehumanisation. And it is also why I despise people calling things evil. It strips them of humanity. It makes them Other, believing that you could NEVER stoop that low. That you could never find yourself in a similar place. That YOU are different, YOU are better. This doesn't help at all.

The "awful" reality is that they still have humanity and that there will always be things in which ways they aren't so different from you. Yes yes, I know, it is used by villains or whatever but there's such things as not compelling villains using it. HOWEVER DISCLAIMER I'M NOT SAYING YOU CAN'T HATE EITHER, I CANNOT CONTROL THE RATE AT WHICH YOU HATE VILLAINS!!!!!!

Anyways. My point being that those villains aren't wrong and you have to contend with the fact that just because you're similar doesn't mean you can't fight the guy. Yes, they use it as defense but it wasn't originally meant to be that way. It was supposed to be about how the villain could become better, the hero could become the villain the very same way. Made of the same thing, formed by the situations which influence them and coming to fruition through the actions they make.

WHICH is why I still to this day think about how important it is that there's such glaring similarities with 4 and Puzzles. It IS supposed to show you that being cut from the same kind of passion can put you in very different places. Or at least it does to me, I don't know how much the team actually believes these things. But it is still worth to mention because it's such a core part of both characters, it's hard for me to believe that they did that on accident.

Now, I want to talk about the easier of the 2 since I have to do less to defend him, aka WPNZ. I've already mentioned this but it's so important that he reached out not because of business but because he was lonely. He was bringing his kids to a mission because he was trying to recreate the same kind of thrill and fun he had back then with Karen. And of course because of the way it works it severely backfires and leaves him broken and lonely once more.

I'm not excusing his actions, he would've let Zach die there, which is obviously not okay. But claiming he had no humanity in him during the whole movie is just a lie. He ABSOLUTELY did, the whole hug scene was definitely there because of it.

And of course the slowly cropping up red flags throughout the movie which I've already talked about before but there was no switch up, just listen to the scene with him and Karen, do you think it comes from someone who doesn't believe that all life is about death and murder and there's nothing better than fear and danger? Come on. By the way that also doesn't dehumanise him. Like, yall, think about it. He IS a literal weapon. He probably worked there longer than Karen, it is probably all he knew before falling in love with her. ALL HE KNEW IS BEING OBJECTIFIED AND DEHUMANISED. And of course if that is all his life is OF COURSE he won't be a role model dad!

I think Karen was aware of that, even when he called her Karen- because she knows the guy and I think she found it hard to believe that he REALLY changed that much, and of course, she was right. Which is what makes him compelling as villain, his motivations come from a place we can understand, a situation that would make nobody sane and coming out of it well... He didn't even come out of the situation, he is still in it! And probably will be as well when working with Puzzles, but that is once again, what makes him SO good! That there's humanity in him!!

Now, in the eyes of the public, the less easier to defend Puzzles. She's been through.......... SO much. Her whole situation with just her childhood, the neglect, the fact that she was left on her own basically. I've seen others mention it too but I wanna mention it as well that I think her parents were definitely neglectful. Also she was possibly mentally ill in some way even back then, we only had her retelling of what happened and I don't know how reliable she is.

Well, regardless, it can't be denied that she was set up to lose even in the beginning. Always lose and make her feel like shit. Of course she would feel no remorse about hurting the crew! Honestly, my childhood self really relates to her, my childhood self wouldn't have minded pushing some mean people off the stairs who hurt me if it wasn't for the fact that I knew that I would've experienced the consequences. Which I bring up because wow, who would've thought that a villain who had no real upbringing would have such a warped way of thinking, one of a child at that! Which is I why I call her childish when I talk about her, because it's true. It's one of her many flaws that makes her so compelling.

Now, with the same level of understanding, let's talk about our favourite subject for this, someone who gets brought up EACH TIME when saying that Puzzles doesn't deserve to be redeemed: the traumatised redhead herself, Meggy Spletzer!

Now, first of all, they need to stay away very far from each other. 2nd, saying that Puzzles didn't care about her at all when turning her into Leggy is crazy false. Once again coming in with the dehumanisation, especially badly with this one. She was actually like this because she cared TERRIBLY. But not about Meggy but what she could be. Which was someone who actually gave her a chance and ended up caring about her. Which unfortunately came at morphing her into a different form. And yes, you all like to bring it up, yes, it is a very fucked up scene, yes Puzzles is very desentised obviously since she's watching with glee.

"Wow, she takes pleasure in hurting people, how CRUEL!!" Stop there. That wasn't what the scene was about. She was more likely smiling because her plan was all coming together. That she finally gains back the ONE person who ever gave a shit about her truly.

"But she came into the show already being so Evil and doing Bad things, how could she ever expect people to care about her??".... Bad approach. She had an awful approach, and that is something she really shouldn't have done.

But I feel like in some way, even from the start, she had nothing to lose. Or at least she thought until she realised she still has feelings that will get the better of her. Which is exactly what Meggy used against her.

Something you'll note is how they sent her to jail instead of killing her- Which signifies to me that Meggy wanted her to become better, as she talked about it, I don't think it was solely to manipulate her- It was also because Meggy saw that there's humanity in her. ONCE AGAIN, humanity making a villain compelling!

"But she's too far gone now she can't-" me when I'm in an ableist contest and my opponent is people calling villains too far gone when they're in possibly their worst episode where they're probably the most vulnerable but you wouldn't want to believe that would you?

"She wants to kill everyone who-"' cmonnnnnn she was only feeling silly, haha!!! give her a breakkkk cmmmoooonnnnnnnnn :(((((((((

And lastly but not least. Throwing her back in jail will not help next time! It will once more be shelving her like it did this time! I'm still honestly baffled that people thought she wouldn't come back at all. Which is why I said it before, at this point you either kill her or set seeds of redemption. Obviously my girl can't redeem herself in single swoop, especially with how far she has gone. Honestly, if anything, I feel sorry for her. She went so far, which means it will be just as hard and more to undo all of that, to her core in fact, to find a place where she's actually happy. Because say what you want about all the people she has wronged, those people have a support system and SHE doesn't. She never had one.

I guess this is why I have a sliver of hope in me that maybe she can get better despite everything. There's something really inspiring about losing everything and feeling like you have nobody and how nothing matters anymore and in the end finding out that to not be the case. It's the number 1 reason I love Puzzles so much.

Thank you for reading.

[loganswdc]

Hi! I just read through your post defending Logan (I reblogged it with a kinda-long addition haha) and I just wanted to say thank you for putting that out there. I hadn't done all the research or known any of the specifics, I just knew about his insane ability and potential. I love that you said you'd defend him with your life, because I feel the exact same way. I feel like there's so much power in your post, if that makes sense... it's one thing to see reblogs of logan videos with captions saying "how could you hate him 😢" and stuff (which no hate to anyone who does, I'm guilty of doing this too and I don't think there's anything wrong with it!!) But I just think it's so special and so important that you actually went out of your way to do the research, learn the info, and share and demonstrate just how remarkable he really is.

I'm sorry this ended up being so long!! All this to say, truly thank you so much for defending him, and honestly I'd love to be your friend because you seem like such an amazing person and I need more LS2 defender friends 😅

I hope you have a great day 🫶🏻

hi !! thank you so much for your kind words , this was so lovely to read in response to my logan post 🥹 i genuinely did not expect it to gain as much traction as it did , i was just upset one day and decided i needed to write that post about him so that others can gain some perspective on him and his situation . and i fully agree about what you said concerning reblogs of logan videos !! yes i agree , there's nothing wrong with reblogging videos / photos of him and captioning them "how could you hate him :(" because i , too , have done the same ! but not everything knows the full scope and extent of his career and talent capabilities , hence the need for further explanation on why we could never hate him . logan haters see posts about logan with captions like "how could you hate him :(" and don't get an explanation for why he's better than everyone thinks . often times , they end up thinking we just love him because he's cute and has a good personality -- which he does , and i love that about him !! but there's more to him than just those things , and understanding WHY he's a good driver and WHY we love him outside of the surface level version of him we've seen thus far in f1 is so so so important .

and it becomes especially important when logan haters only see his career in f1 so far and don't see the little wins he's had along the way . they focus solely on his crashes , the "destructor's championship" , and how alex is doing in comparison to him . they seem to forget that alex has been in formula 1 longer than logan . they seem to forget the hardships that alex had -- must i remind us of his redbull years ?? they seem to forget that alex has had more time to develop his skill and become a better driver than logan . and it's such a frustrating thing , because logan is then immediately credited as a "bad driver" when he's nothing of the sort !! he just needs support from his team , the proper amount of experience before getting into f1 (though by now that's a little too late because of how quickly williams jumped him up to f1) , and he needs to be getting the same upgrades as his teammate ???? it's genuinely ridiculous that they're having him drive a car that's heavier and has outdated (2023 !!!) parts and expect him to do as well as his teammate who has a MUCH lighter car and new parts .

and no worries about your message being long !! i'm sorry that my response ended up being super long , too , haha -- i am just so so passionate about people knowing drivers' past before they jump to conclusions and hate on them . the drivers in f1 are there for a reason and they're the top 20 in the world . they were chosen for a reason . that means that logan sargeant was chosen for a reason , and they're treating him like crap currently . williams needs to shape up so that logan can start showing the most of his potential and show how good of a driver he is , rather than constantly being pushed out of a moving car onto the highway -- aka what they're doing to him now !!!

i would love to be your friend , too !! i love making new friends who love logan the same way i do , and who have the same interest in formula 1 as me !! just send me a dm :))

you have a wonderful day, too !! <3

[in1-nutshell]

How would TFA's autobots react to a bot that like... fell for Wasp the first time they saw him? and this fall looks like the bot jumped off a cliff straight away, the bot looks like they would do anything for him and it would look really bad if he ignored or was rude to them, they tried to defend him when he was accused of being a spy and was in some kind of mourning when he was arrested and like, if they saw him again they would just say "you know..... I don't think I'm over it", basically Wasp/Waspinator was like a first passion never surpassed--

(I love your writing, if you want you don't need to make this request :v)

Wasp/Waspinator deserved better! Now normally I don't like the idea of 'love at first sight'... but this is an exception for Waspinator. Finally someone who appreciates him! I've been experimenting with different writing ways, so if you don't like it or does not follow the prompt, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots reaction to Bot Buddy having a huge crush on Wasp/ Waspinator

SFW, romantic, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFA

Buddy used to be an Academy recruit when they met Wasp the first time. They were simply smitten by the green bot. Sure he had a jock personality and was a bit mean to Bumblebee, but there was something about him! Wasp knew about Buddy’s crush and indulged them a bit by flirting. He did this out of pure entertainment purposes, defiantly because he didn’t feel flustered over the attention.

They were simply devastated when Wasp was accused of being a spy. They tried to defend Wasp against Sentinel asking for at least a fair trial, that plea felt deaf to their audials.

“Sentinel Prime sir, he hasn’t gotten a fair trial—”--Buddy

“Its clear that he was a spy, soldier!”--Sentinel

“But he is still entitled to have a fair trial! For all we know it could have been a mistake—”--Buddy

“Don’t question me! Or you’ll be joining him too!”--Sentinel

The last Wasp saw of Buddy was them trying to reason with Sentinel as he was wheeled out of the bootcamp and off to the stockades.

It wouldn’t be until he had his transformation that he would meet Buddy again.

Buddy was out on patrol; part of the reason was to clear their processor. They had been informed by Optimus of what happened in Blackarachnia’s lab. Buddy didn’t care if Optimus and the Con had some sort of history together, Buddy wasn’t going to forgive her or the Elite Guard anytime soon.

While quietly contemplating everything Waspinator was hiding nearby.

He quietly watched Buddy from his hiding place wondering what to do.

Kill them? Attack? Hide?

He decided to leave when he sneezed.

Buddy turned around and was face to face with Waspinator.

The two just stood frozen in place.

Until Buddy let out a squeal and jumped on Waspinator pulling him into a hug. Waspinator was a bit freaked out over this sudden reaction. He flew up from the ground a bit in an attempt to get Buddy off. He underestimated the steel grip Buddy’s hug had. Buddy began ranting to him how they had tried too hard to try and meet him again. How many times have they went to Sentinel and other Prime’s to try and figure out where he was. Even asking Ultra Magnus. Buddy began apologizing to him for not trying harder for him.

“I’m so sorry Wasp… I’m so sorry…”--Buddy

Waspinator just looked at Buddy and quit struggling. He gently set them both down and gently grasped Buddy’s servos. Simply admiring them before looking at his own newly transformed servos, he shuddered thinking about it.

Buddy simply looked at him and offered to simply walk with him. Waspinator was highly suspicious of this… but he took the chance. After all it had been a long time since someone held his servo so gently.

The rest was history.

The two began having late night meet ups to just rant or talk about anything under the stars. While Buddy had been smitten by Wasp/ Waspinator the first time they met, Waspinator fell harder.

Telling the team on the other hand… that was a different story.

After a while of their meet ups and improv dates, the team began to suspect something was up with their team member and decided to follow them one night.

It was a surprise seeing Buddy meeting with Waspinator in a hug.

Waspinator was the first to notice the Autobots and immediately stood in front of Buddy.

Oh, this was not the way things were supposed to end up…

Optimus Prime

Optimus knew that Buddy had strong opinions on the way Wasp/ Waspinator was treated by the Elite Guard. The two have even gotten into some discussions on the subject.

He is surprised at how Buddy managed to get so close to Waspinator in the short time they had met on earth, unless they had been meeting for longer than he thought.

Optimus has his axe ready when Waspinator has his servos on his teammate.

Buddy moves in front of Waspinator trying to ease the tensions.

“Woah! Woah! Hold on!”--Buddy

“Buddy get away from him!”--Optimus

“Put down the axe Prime! Everyone just calm down!”--Buddy

He is a bit skeptical about what is being said. That’s until Buddy wraps their servo in Waspinator’s, he sees that there may be some truth in this. Buddy begs the team not to tell the Elite Guard about him.

Optimus begrudgingly agrees on the grounds that he hasn’t exactly done anything wrong to the team yet. He makes sure Buddy at least tells someone in the team when they would be out to see Wasp.

While he doesn’t trust Wasp too much, he can’t exactly say no to Buddy’s puppy dog optics.

“I’m going out Prime.”--Buddy

“Where are you going?”--Optimus

“It’s date night Prime. Tonight’s flying around the park.”--Buddy

“Just don’t fly too high—”--Prime

“Okay, Prime.”--Buddy

“And watch out for Decepticons!”--Optimus

“Okay, Prime!”--Buddy

Ratchet

Ratchet has his magnets ready and on when Waspinator moves in front of Buddy. He was not surprised when Buddy moved in front of Wasp trying to get them all to stand down.

He had witnessed many of Buddy’s fights defending Waspinator against any bot or human who thought ill of him.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!”--Buddy

“Buddy move!”--Ratchet

“No! No! Just put down the magnets.”--Buddy

“Kid—”--Ratchet

“Ratchet, please.”—Buddy

 Honestly half expected the two to be conjunxed before all this went down.

Its almost pitiful seeing Buddy try and shield Waspinator huge body with their smaller frame.

Ratchet is even more skeptical than Prime is about the claims. But he also has a soft spot for bots in love, especially if their love most likely would end up in tragedy.

He backs up Prime when he instates the telling someone before you go rule. He doesn’t have much to do with Waspinator, but he knows a hurting mech when he sees one.

“I’m going out Ratchet.”--Buddy

“Date night?”--Ratchet

“Date night.”--Buddy

“Yeah, yeah, just come back in one piece.”--Ratchet

Bumblebee

Bumblebee had known Buddy since bootcamp, he also knew about how smitten they were when they first met Wasp.

He never understood why at the time.

Buddy flat out refused to believe that wasp was involved with the Con’s.

Bee remembered that day when Wasp was wheeled out and how Buddy had tried so hard to defend him. It took a while for the both to actually come to terms about the subject.

Trust was a touchy subject between them.

It got better with time even after the whole switching places thing (Buddy knew that something was off right off the bat).

He is first trying to calm his team down when Waspinator moves in front of Buddy.

Bumblebee knows that he is probably the last mech on Earth Waspinator wants to see but he needs to make sure the rest know he is not a threat. Is a surprise when Buddy gets in front of Waspinator and helps in calming both parties down.

“Hey guys let’s just calm down a bit.”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee move—”--Optimus

“Listen to him, let’s just all calm down.”--Buddy

“Let them talk.”--Prowl

“Thank you Prowl!”--Bumblebee

“If Buddy says to listen to him then its has to be important.”--Prowl

“Thank you, Prowl…”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee is surprised for how long Buddy kept all these meetings under wraps.

He isn’t too worried about Waspinator acting out with Buddy. Anyways, he knows Buddy can handle themselves just as good as an actually Elite Guards member.

Actively vouches for Buddy and Waspinator, which nearly give him whiplash.

It’s the least he can do…

Would take over Buddy’s patrols if date night was around, just not every time.

“Hey Bee, I’m heading out.”--Buddy

“You guys gonna go to the new rock concert? Sari mentioned about it the other day.”--Bumblebee

“Nah, we are having book club today.”--Buddy

“What?! That’s lame”--Bumblebee

“After watching the new movie screening in the park.”--Buddy

“Ahhh… that’s actually better.”--Bumblebee

“When you have a significant other, then you can critique my date night ideas.”-- Buddy

Bulkhead

Like Bumblebee, Bulkhead knew Buddy since bootcamp. They were one of the nicer bots at camp that Bulkhead could remember.

He also remembered seeing Buddy having optics on wasp from the get go. Buddy wasn’t exactly subtly with their feelings.

He remembered how they fought with Sentinel for Wasp to get a fair trial. Buddy was lucky not to have been taken too from all the arguing they did.

Bulkhead had to play the mediator between Bumblebee and Buddy for so long, he is so thankful that they are now on better terms.

He is ready to bash some dents in Waspinator when he pulls Buddy behind him. He has some bones to pick with him after what he did to Bumblebee.

Bulkhead is not expecting Buddy to immediately come running in front of him and beg for everyone to calm down.

“Bulk! Bulkhead! Put down the wrecking ball!”--Buddy

“Why?! After what he did to Bumblebee?”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead I know that, but please just let me explain.”--Buddy

“…Okay…”—Bulkhead

He accepts the fact that Buddy is dating Waspinator, oh yeah, he knows right off the bat they have been dating for a while.

“Hey Bulkhead, I’m heading out.”--Buddy

“Oh! What’s today’s plan?”--Bulkhead

“I’m taking up your suggestion on doing some art near the harbor.”--Buddy

“Cool! Hope everything goes well. Oh, and remember how to do the brush strokes!”--Bulkhead

“Will do Bulky! Bye!”--Buddy

Prowl

Prowl doesn’t know why Buddy is so admitting to defending Wasp. After what he did to Bumblebee, its not like Buddy to defend someone like him.

Prowl does get more context about Buddy’s history with Wasp from Bulkhead. He is more understanding than before now.

His shuriken’s are out and ready to slice and dice when Waspinator comes in front of Buddy.

“Prowl! Hold it!”--Buddy

“Buddy—”--Prowl

“Trust me on this one Prowl!”--Buddy

“…”--Prowl

“Please…”—Buddy

He is surprised to see Buddy run in front of Waspinator and holds everything.

Prowl is sympathetic over Buddy and Waspinator situation and plays neutral mediator but is secretly on Buddy’s side. He wants his teammate to have a chance at love.

Prowl is willing to cover Buddy on date nights when the time crunch is bad.

“Hey Prowl—”--Buddy

“Date night?”--Prowl

“Yes. I was wondering if—”--Buddy

“Yes, I’ll take your patrol for tonight.”--Prowl

“Thanks Prowl! I promise to come with you on that bird watching thing next week!”--Buddy

[rynnthefangirl]

Hi, so actually not liking the strong boys doesn't make me less of a fan of Aegon and Viserys than you. Maybe I have my reasons for not liking three plot devices that it was pretty clear weren't going to live, maybe not liking a character doesn't affect my opinions on another character you know?

And seriously call out...how childish is that? I remind you and every strong boys stan that hating/ disliking/ not caring about them is allowed and perfectly legal.

And I'm not going to question your status as an Aegon and Viserys fan but saying that he is the worst of Rhaenyra's children?? Viserys? Wouldn't Rhaenyra hate you for saying that one of her babies is the worst? Or that only applies to Aegon and Viserys...I believe it applies to Aegon a little bit less since he saw his mother dying and the fandom can make his saddnes about her exclusively even though he was depressed and guilty since what he believed was Viserys' death (let's forget about his father dying too and stormcloud...and his half brothers because yes I don't like them but that doesn't make me blind to the things happening in the book) that was provoked by the great mastermind Jace...that sent two boys alone to another continent while the rest of the siblings could remain safely on westeros how curious is that, and of course the famous worshipped his elder half brothers (but let's forget everything it says after that very conveniently).

So next time feel free to not call anyone out on being a fake fan because the very same thing can be done to you with a lot more reasons than oh you hate the strong boys shame on you.

Oh and I'm sending this on anon because I've already seen a lot of strong boys fans defenders bully and harass people that don't like them because they are the holy cows that can't receive any criticism.

I mean the main point of my original post was to express my confusion as to why the Velaryon boys (that is their legal last name btw, not Strong) would receive such vitriol from anyone other than Team Greens stans who hate them for being Rhaenrya’s sons. You mentioned them being just plot devices, and sure I can see why someone would think that. But I feel that way about book!Helaena, that she is just a personality-less plot device whose only role is to be the “Team Green victim”, and yet I don’t actively hate her— I simply don’t care about her at all. And my post was especially targeted at people who don’t simply dislike the Velaryon boys, but viscerally despise them. Like I saw one post taking about the need to “cleanse the throne of bastard blood” from an Aegon III fan, and that’s just really weird to me. I see enough bigotry cosplay from TG stans, I don’t much care to see it in the Aegon III tag. Of course, people have the right to post what they want and I’m certainly not saying they can’t. But likewise I have the right to post about my dislike of the takes that I see.

But you are right, disliking the Velaryon boys doesn’t automatically make you less of an Aegon and Viserys fan. I was more just being dramatic because of how I’m unable to wrap my head around why Aegon and Viserys fans would hate them so much. Like who you like though, dislike who you dislike, none of this is that serious.

I do what to expand on what I said about Viserys II though. It’s interesting because the quote you pulled was from a long and passionate post I wrote defending Viserys. I said Viserys was the worst of Rhaenyra’s sons, and my main reasoning for that is that none of them ever did anything so bad as doom their daughter to a marriage to a psychopathic r*pist who ultimately kills her. BUT, I would also say that Viserys II is the BEST of Rhaenyra’s sons. None of them ever did anything so great as rebuild the realm in the wake of the Dance of Dragons, devoting their life to bringing peace and prosperity and stability to the people of Westeros. My whole point it’s ridiculous to compare a man who lived nearly 50 years, had three kids, and ran the realm for decades to three teenagers who died before they ever got a chance to rule anything. Of course Viserys has done both more great and more bad things than his half brothers. He’s the best and the worst of them, and that’s what makes him interesting. I don’t need to whitewash his flaws because I’m not interested in comparing him to anyone. It’s not a competition on who is better or worse— I’d rather leave that attitude in the TB vs TG discourse. Even me saying that he’s the “best” or the “worst” isn’t really accurate to what I’ve trying to convey because again the whole point is that there is no comparison to be had.

[redditreceipts]

Can I just say that after years of being in queer/TRA circles and being constantly bombarded with "OP's a TERF; their opinion is invalid," "hmm this [basic statement about misogyny existing] seems like radfem rhetoric," "how could you say that? That's so bigoted!" and just constant variations of "think this, you're bad if you think otherwise" after all of that it is so refreshing to come to radfem spaces and to see people very firmly state their opinions but also be very clear about differences of opinions being "allowed." I've seen you and several other radfems talk about how radfem ideology isn't a religion and that's so refreshing. I have internally for years thought trans ideology sounded like a religion but I could never say that aloud.

It's kind of funny in that among TRA circles, they regularly talk about TERFs indoctrinating people and radfem ideology being "cult-like," but I haven't see that yet. I see that all the time in TRA spaces instead. I certainly don't agree with everything I see in radfem spaces, but whereas in TRA spaces I feel like I'd be ostracized for my differing viewpoints and even suicide baited in radfem spaces I so far feel like disagreement is allowed. Vehement and passionate disagreement perhaps but nothing that would devolve into a complete lack of respect or care.

thank you!!!

and yes, you don't have to agree with everything on my blog (or maybe you don't even agree with anything lol).

I actually think it's so weird that people can be very convinced of something, and still completely unwilling to defend that position. I mean, I understand that there are positions that people don't want to discuss all of the time, like whether the Holocaust actually happened or whether slavery should be legal. I personally wouldn't want to have this discussion every day, but I could defend my position - and I also don't think that the Holocaust and slavery are comparable to the question of whether biological males can be women.

I also don't understand the accusation of gender criticals being cultist. I mean, there is a huge spectrum of opinion, from people saying that some trans women are women, to people saying that trans women are women in some sense but not in the other, to people saying that no trans women are women but they're also not men, but a third category... all of these opinions would be labelled as "TERF"-opinions. on the other hand, in TRA circles, there is exactly one opinion you are allowed to have, and it's "trans women are women".

also, I am completely open to changing my mind. If anyone gave me an actual valid argument as to why self-identification should determine one's sex category, this will become a TRA blog in next to no time. Issue is just that I haven't heard one yet lmao

and the entire suicide-threat thing reminds me of Mahatma Gandhi, who would just go on hunger strike any time anyone did something he didn't like. you might argue that he had good goals or that he secured peace, but marginalised groups in India are still to this day angry with him because he prevented some of their movements by going on hunger strike. It's just so manipulative.

anyways, cool that you're here :)

[facets-and-rainbows]

Blue Exorcist 147 summary

The official translation is delayed relative to the raws this month so I get to paraphrase a chapter just like old times! The nostalgia!

Fairly detailed spoilers and no images:

Asmodeus goes on about how Shura is full of contradictions (young but also somehow aged, cold like ice but with a burning passion, full of life but death has always been close by) and says she's his type (ewwwww) Shura says Asmodeus is not her type, sorry, and shoots him full of icicles XD He tells her to go deeper with it (eeeewwwwwwwww), the pain makes him feel alive

Rin and Yukio have another round of "BUT SHURA!" "BUT THE WHOLE MISSION!" and the mission wins out They safely make it to the door with the rest of the team, but the door won't open normally so we've got some kind of RPG style door puzzle on our hands Yukio sees the L (probably Left) and R (probably right) on the doors but that doesn't explain THAT MESSED UP LITTLE DISPLAY OVER THERE So the real question is what on EARTH does the bleeding corpse suspended over a meat grinder with the inscription "VL" mean Yukio and Neuhaus together wonder if the V is roman numeral 5 and 5L means you have to give it five liters of blood (one person's worth) to open it They get as far as wondering if you could just borrow like a freshly dead corpse from the battlefield, (they're not using their blood anymore, does it HAVE to be fresh?) before Rin is like….yeah we could take a look at the whole thing from above first though? Heh I think Rin is using fire to burn some footholds as he and Yukio climb? (Edit: wait I'm dumb it's Satan's fire, I already forgot that the walls burn you when you try to climb them lol) Yukio showed off his fireproofness and Rin was all impressed and Yukio very nearly almost smiled

MEANWHILE Amon is struggling with Osceola more than he thought In fact, the fight has damaged/destroyed his emerald ring! His 10.8 carat emerald ring!! Tragic He stomps on Osceola brutally while yelling THAT WAS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR DUMB HUMAN LIFE and OH JESUS IS THAT A DISEMBODIED ARM My Concern For Osceola Gauge just spiked again guys Katoh please he's two days from retirement!! Amon decides screw it, he's just gonna blow everything up at this point. Apparently being a sun god comes with the ability to go supernova and be reborn later (Huh! The sun disk over his head is his demon heart! and he's able to shatter it and have it reform) It'll take like ten minutes for this drama man to do his drama thing so let's cut back to the kids

Rin and Yukio find that the door leads to a bottomless pit even if you DO get it open So what gives? L might be "left" but what's the V? Rin observes that there's some patterns/symbols/something on the ground. Yukio recognizes them as Indo-Arabic numerals. V is 7. So I guess the seventh symbol on the left is the real door. They go there and find a little hidden entrance. No blood sacrifice required! The weird meat machine is a gross red herring! I feel like this is a lil jab at the first anime ending XD

On the way to bring everyone to the entrance, we run into This Asshole Again ("BUT SHURA!" "BUT THE WHOLE MISSION!") Asmodeus says that it's a pretty sweet gig, being a demon of his or Amon's level. Easy to find hosts and they don't disintegrate too fast. But BECAUSE of that, you don't REALLY get to feel alive (He shoots nasty energy beams at the kids and Shura defends them as he's saying this) Asmodeus says that pain and fear and despair are all proof that you're alive! And he can live vicariously through Shura by making her feel these things! Ew!

Cliffhanger on him winding up to kill someone or other in front of an exhausted Shura, while Osceola tries to stand up Osceola is just absolutely maxing out my Concern For Osceola Gauge in that last panel. Concern levels are off the charts here

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Treasure Tea Sessions (Part 2)

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged. This is my interpretation of the cards and energy I work with.

Alright, now time to finish off with the last 5 members of the group and see what they can share.

Asahi

Starting off spicey with him. He is giving me orgies energy, or someone who may engage with more than one woman. I am getting incantation spells with him that may involve naked women who knows. He seems like someone who will do what he can to be successful and rise to fame.

I see he may not like this older women figure. She seems pretty harsh, cold, judgmental and mean. She may put a lot of pressure and responsibility on to him. I don't see him liking this woman at all. I can see him burdening himself to get to the top, trying to do everything he can to reach the pinnacle of success.

I see him trying to please and do whatever he can to suck up to the CEO or someone of power, doing whatever they want, maybe to the detriment of his physical health and exhausting himself. He is also showing feeling very stunted, struggling to mature, or an inability to shine the way he wants.

I also see him having this ego or this need for attention and validation. He kind of feels coddled or like a baby. I see him wanting growth, but it may be a struggle for him.

Doyoung

Hmm, he could do some spell work that could involve water. I hear, a pool of water, whatever that means, but there is also a lot of things hidden with him. He is pretty secretive and a bit sneaky. He tends to hide things, or hide a lot of facts I hear. I don't see him being a completely honest person.

There is something secretive about his rise to fame or how he came into the spotlight. I am hearing, he can be backstabbing and conniving. He seems to like to defend what he has created. He is someone who has his guard up and creates boundaries with others. It could be hard to get close to him or know much about him.

I see him wanting to expand and explore new places. There are things or places he wants to venture into, but feels stuck, like how most of these members seem to feel. There is this burning passion to do more.

He seems to want to be more confident in his vision and how he communicates. He kind of shies away, or there is hesitancy to do or say things. I heard, there is a lack of transparency with him. He seems overall quiet, guarded and secretive and tends to keep to himself. And I don't see him as someone who has a lot of confidence in himself, so he may create guard rails to protect himself.

Anyway, his energy was pretty confusing to me.

Haruto

Okay, what I see is he is manifesting a connection here, or he is talking to someone right now, a possible romantic interest, or it could be with someone to help him with his career, it doesn't seem romantic. This connection may help clear his mind, give him knowledge, or give him peace of mind. This doesn't make much sense to me.

I can see this man having a strong ego, lots of confidence, lots of pride, a bit arrogant as well. He seems like a mentally tough person who can overcome any odds and feels confident he can win against the odds.

He also feels stuck and stagnant and wants more out of his career. To be very successful and achieve a lot of fame and attention. He wants to create more, or maybe work with someone who can help him grow his vision and career success.

So, he could be in the head space of wanting to work with someone who can help him grow, someone with a similar vision as him. He wants more passion and spark. What is going on now is very boring, unfulfilling and exciting for him, so he wants to step in a new direction where he can feel alive again, the spark may have been lost for him, and he wants to find it again. So, he seems overall done with how things are progressing for him right now.

Jeongwoo

There is a timidness to him. He struggles to move forward and progress. He may feel stuck as well. He struggles to express his desires or can't really follow his passion or vision. He may feel inexperienced and not able to grow and mature as an artist or person.

I see him wanting change or a breakdown of what is happening, he wants some excitement, things to move faster and more exciting work for himself. I mean mostly all members are just telling me, we need more work and excitement, like we already know if you know of them. I am not getting much crazy tea here.

He just wants things to change and not be so predictable and stale. There could be fights or disagreements about their vision or what they want to do, this could be between members, or the company. It seems he wants more and tries to visualize better things for himself.

His vision doesn't seem to align with what the company wants or he doesn't like how they go about things and keep things stale, so there could be disagreements there, or the company struggles to hear their concerns, as they feel they know best and own these idols, so they feel they are more in the authority, and can do what they want. Which at the end of the day is true.

Junghwan

I see him being pissed off and being a lot more vocal than the rest of them about his concerns. He seems like he is someone not afraid to speak his mind and share his mental struggles.

He seems mentally exhausted. He could struggle mentally, maybe he feels betrayed and backstabbed by others, the company. I see him communicating his concerns to the CEO, he doesn't seem to hold back, unlike the others. This CEO likes to keep them small, childlike, to not mature or progress wtf why not? I mean I get it, YG likes control and to keep his artist small, and may not allow them to explore their creative freedom lol now I see why Yedam left.

I see him wanting to find his home, his comfort and excitement in what he does. For the energy and vibes to be happy. Maybe he feels things are not that way. I do see him wanting to go solo, so he can explore his creative side and show more of his talents. He has a creative vision, and may feel going solo he can do that. So, I see him looking to go on his own. Now will he do that in the physical, we will see.

Okay, I found Junghwan's to be the most interesting of the bunch. The others were a bit stale for me, because in these readings I can get wild stuff, but in comparison nothing wild with them. I don't feel I learned anything new here. I mean, we can assume they weren't happy with how little they do comebacks and promote comebacks that they would be unsatisfied with things, but this is what they give me, so got to go with what they share.