#i’ll commit heinous acts

[uc1wa]

wyd if you wake up in bed next to jason

slutting him out

[wordsofwhimsy]

𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘍𝘍𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 - 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘛𝘞𝘖

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark x Reader | Sinister!Mark x Reader

Warnings: none

a/n: i definitely planned to do more with this chapter but when i tell you this dialogue fried my brain 🫠 poor reader doesn’t even show up. i really do love all the variants tho they’re so fun. more reader x mark interactions in the next one - promise 🤞

→ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚 ←

It had been a very long and slow process of rebuilding public image for all the Variant Marks. Understandably so, when considering the storm cloud of chaos and destruction they’d originally drifted in on all those months ago. But even with that in mind, things had seemingly gone from bad to worse for the poor citizens of Earth. Every day there was numerous reports of villains across the globe; albeit mostly weak, but enough to keep the lower level heroes more than occupied.

And it was in this light that the population was collectively getting over – possibly even forgetting – the heinous acts committed by the gaggle of Invincibles. Which lead that very group to where they stood today, circled in the Guardians of the Globe HQ with Cecil and this worlds’ Invincible heading the pack. Cecil had just given a rundown on the plan, designating each variant to a certain part of the planet.

As was to be expected the conversation wasn’t without its hiccups – namely the lensless Invincible who seemed to have a snarky quip or challenging statement for everything Cecil said. And typically, the edgiest of all the Marks – the one with the most daring hairstyle – would be right along side him. Those two had come to be the closest out of the group, not to anyone’s surprise.

But today, the usually rebellious Mark felt more rigid, his charcoal eyes more or less remaining focused on the variant who dawned the black and yellow suit. This tension wasn’t lost on Cecil, but in all honesty the man was tired – exhausted, to be exact – and as long as nothing was coming to blows he couldn’t be bothered to speak on it.

This universes Mark, however, wasn’t quite as lenient with what he would let stand when it came to his variants. Just the sight of them still put a bad taste in his mouth. “This isn't going to work if we all try to take on everything. We need to split things up. I’ll start by taking North America—it's the biggest responsibility and I’m the original, after all.” S.Mark grinned at this, rolling his head back and to the side as he eyed his mirror image.

“You think you're the "original," huh? That's cute. I’ve seen how this plays out. Trust me, the real work happens in places where the action's happening. I'll take the major cities in Europe. Less of the “nice guy” heroing, more actual power. Maybe the United States can be your playground while I actually get results.” The Mark who proudly still wore his Viltrumite uniform responded back coldly,

“Don’t kid yourself. You act like this is about being nice or having fun. This is about survival. I’ll take the more dangerous territories. Africa and the Middle East. The kind of places where the people really need someone with... teeth.” The variant who kept his face hidden behind his black mask now spoke up, his tone laced with seriousness and sincerity.

“We’re all focused on the wrong thing. People need more than just saving from disasters and villains. They need better systems, cleaner energy, more food. I’m taking responsibility for Asia and the Pacific Islands. I’ll focus on sustainable practices and infrastructure. Trust me, I’m the only one here who knows how to actually help the world.” The lensless Invincible interjected sharply at this.

“Hold up. You're seriously telling me you're going to sit around handing out kale smoothies while the Earth burns? You’re wild for that.” He tried to exchange a look with M.Mark, but his stare was still fixed on S.Mark. Uncaring of this lack of reaction, however, he continued, “I’ll take South America, handle some of the hot spots there. I’m more than capable of cleaning up after the messes you’re all too soft to handle.”

The Invincible who wore no mask, and seemed to be the most oddly polite of the group, spoke up. “Everyone’s talking about big territories, but no one’s thinking about the real problem: people. We need to work on the long-term emotional damage. I’ll take all the places suffering the most from war and famine. We can’t just punch our way through everything.” The main universe’s Mark sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Look,” he started, giving each of his variants a steady gaze to make sure they were all truly engaged in what he was saying. “I get that we all have our strengths, but we need a unified plan here! Are we focusing on taking out threats or building a better world? We can’t do both if we’re all going in different directions!”

“You think that by holding hands and singing kumbaya, the world will be saved? You all sound ridiculous. I’m not here to be everyone's friend. The world needs a heavy hand, not a weakling’s hope.” Of course this response would come from S.Mark, his arms folded tightly over his chest.

“You’re missing the point,” retorted the full masked Invincible. “It’s not just about taking down the bad guys or fixing the infrastructure. It’s about healing. You can’t just come in with brute force, you’ve got to help people rebuild from the inside. Have you considered what your violence does to the people you’re "saving"?”

Lensless Mark rolled his eyes, his body hunched forward slightly in a dramatic show of annoyance. “We are rebuilding, but first we need to deal with the fun—I-I mean bigger issues! South America is crawling with dangerous factions. If we don’t stop them, all the rebuilding in the world won’t matter.”

For the first time that morning the Invincible who replicated Omni-Man spoke, his voice somehow simultaneously stern and soft. “You’re all missing the bigger picture. Even if we defeat the bad guys, there’s always someone stronger and more dangerous waiting around the corner. We need to be training to make sure we’re all at out our peak and ready, for whatever that might be.”

The original Invincible sighed, holding his hands up as if in admission. “Okay, okay! Fine! We’re not getting anywhere like this. Let’s just agree that we all have important parts to play.” He paused a beat, and surprisingly no one had anything to say. For a second Mark thought he could smile just from the sheer relief of feeling like they were finally more or less on the same page. He continued,

“So you’ll take the long-term stuff,” He gestured towards the full-masked Invincible. “But remember you still need to keep the bad guys off the streets.” He moved his attention to S.Mark. “You can handle Europe—keep it under control, but don’t go too far.” A part of him anticipated a challenge but by some grace of god none came. Moving on, he looked to the lensless Mark. “You’ll go to Africa, but don’t burn the place to the ground.” An excited smile lit up the variants face, clearly pleased with this decision.

Main Mark looked now to his maskless counterpart. “You can take care of Asia, maybe put some focus on the emotional fallout. And you—” he turned next to his wanna-be-dad variant. “You can take South America while you—” his gaze moved to the Viltrumite loyalist. “Can handle Central America.” His stare finally landed on M.Mark. “That leaves you with North America.”

“And what about you?” Lensless Mark asked, head cocked slightly to the side in childish curiosity.

“I’m going to work on the smaller nations and islands, but really I’ll be making sure you idiots stay on task.” He took the time to once again meet the stare of all his variants, just daring one of them to challenge his directive. Miraculously, no one did.

“I’ve gotta say kid, I’m impressed,” Cecil stated, speaking for the first time in awhile. “Spoken like a true leader.” Mark shot him an irritated look, knowing full well he was still lingering on the idea of him becoming the new leader for the Guardians of the Globe. Not missing a beat, Cecil continued by addressing the group. “I don’t think I need to remind any of you, but in case I do: I recommend you all keep in mind the wastelands we saved you from. And then remember it’s nothing for us to send you back.” The energy of the room fell serious, all of the variants suddenly stiffening in discomfort or anger.

After letting his words sit with them for a moment, Cecil turned to Donald who was stood near the entryway. “Is everything ready?”

“Yes sir,” Donald answered promptly. Cecil nodded, turning his back on the group before lifting his hand almost dismissively in the air.

“Let’s do some good today,” he finished dryly before all the variants teleported in a blink to their designated areas. When the room was at last cleared of everyone outside of himself, the original Mark, and Donald, Cecil let out an exhausted sigh.

It had been a painfully long day, and it wasn’t even noon.

→ Part Three ←

[frudoo]

bakers wake up and get to the shop soooo early to prep for the day, right? so 3 am 4 am, simon (or whoever) is chill he’s on his routine, unlocking the door of the bakery when all of a sudden, he and drunk clubgoer? insomniac? kicked out? !reader meet each other- if she’s in a bad situation, simon fights off some guys first, or catches her from stumbling onto the pavement, but either way, they’re the only people out on the streets at this hour, and he invites her in to have a cup of tea while he mixes his dough and the sun rises?

been in my head for forever

This isn't quite what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy anyway <3

Warnings: Mentions of body image issues. Mentions of drinking alcohol, stalking. Brief implications of past abuse and crimes. One (1) act of violence.

It’s been exactly three days, right down to the minute, since Simon saw you last. After leaving the nursing home, you dropped him back off at his house and told him you’d be in touch. Then you were gone. He knows you’re a busy woman, that you probably haven’t even gotten around to editing his pictures yet. Still, here he is, waiting by his phone like a pioneer woman longingly gazing out the window for her lover. 

     He hears a ping and smiles excitedly only to find that it’s Johnny texting him for the millionth time. Simon resists the urge to throw his phone against the wall to watch it shatter, instead making his way into the kitchen to make himself dinner. He rummages through the fridge and pulls out some eggs, leftover ham from a couple of nights ago, a block of swiss cheese, and some asparagus. There’s some pie dough in the back of the fridge that he needs to use before it goes bad, so he grabs that too. 

     He chops up the ham and asparagus, shreds the cheese and whisks a handful of eggs in a bowl, surrounded by dead silence. Cooking is a nice distraction, relaxing and comforting. It reminds him of being younger, helping his mum stir the ingredients in her green, floral-patterned mixing bowl while she nursed his baby brother. He cherished those quiet moments home alone with the two people that loved him most, when his bastard father was out drinking or sleeping with other women. Beth is the one he learned most of his skills from—her chocolate cake recipe is the very one he uses for his business. Her handwriting will forever be engraved into his brain.

     Simon sighs as he assembles the quiche and puts it in the oven. He’s long since shed tears over his lost family, but he thinks about them every single day. It’s nice to think that Beth and Tommy are watching over him from some place way up in the sky, that they see the softer parts of him, the good in him. But his father knocks from down below, mocking, reminding Simon of his career, what heinous war crimes he’s committed and how he’s covered it up. No better than me, son, he jeers, ya take afta ya pops. He’s worked with his therapist on how to drown out that nasty voice. It works most of the time.

     Before he knows it, Simon is finally in bed. The dishes are washed, the oven is off, and he is warm, full, and happy—all the makings of a good night’s sleep. That’s exactly what he gets.

     Until that peace is disrupted by the sound of his doorbell being rung frantically. 

     He wakes with a start, rubbing the sleep from his hazy eyes. Four o’clock in the morning and already the world is trying to take back the tranquility he had for just a few hours. He turns on his bedside lamp, not bothering to put a shirt on, just slipping on a pair of sweatpants and padding to the front door. He looks through the peephole and his heart sinks. He flings the door open.

     “S-Simon, I’m so- so sorry to show up like this, but I-I was out with my friends and- and- fuck, I’m so sorry, I’ll just-”

     “Shh, lovie, breathe f’me,” Simon furrows his brow, resting his hands on your biceps gently. “Tell me wha’s goin’ on.”

     You sniffle and wipe away the tears running down your cheeks, smearing your mascara. 

     “We w-went to the bar, and there was a guy there who kept trying to- to- Simon, he’s following me, I-I can’t- please,” you sob, eyes wide and terrified.

     His grip on you tightens as he pulls you inside, instantly on alert. Rapidly approaching his front door is some guy with a scowl on his face and his eyes locked on your back. Simon coaxes you behind him as the guy stomps up to his doorstep.

     “Oi, mate, tha’s my bird ya go’ in there. We go’ into a figh’ and she ran off from me.”

     “Simon, I don’t- I don’t know him,” you slur timidly. “He’s b-been following me for miles.” 

     “Ge’ off o’my property ‘fore I break ya bloody jaw,” Simon growls, crossing his arms over his broad, scarred chest. 

     “Who the fuck d’ya think ya are, ya big prick? Gimme the broad an’ I’ll-”

     You barely have time to blink before there’s a loud crack and a pained yell from the smaller man. Simon’s shoulders heave as he grabs the guy by his shirt collar, leaning in close to mutter in his ear. 

     “Y’ever come ‘round ‘ere again, I’ll use ya guts as tinsel on ya mum’s Christmas tree. Go’ tha’?” 

     The man holds his dislocated jaw in shock before scurrying away with tears in his eyes like a scared little puppy. You let out a sigh of relief, still shaking even as Simon locks the door and turns to face you. He freezes when you wrap your arms around his neck but ultimately surrenders to the hug, strong arms snug around your waist. 

     “Thank you so much, I-I don’t- I can go home, now, I don’t wanna bother you any more than I already have,” you pull back apologetically, suddenly aware of exactly how early you’ve woken the poor man up. 

     “No’ a bother, lovie, I promise,” he murmurs. “Don’ wan’ ya goin’ ou’ all by y’self again. Y’can stay w’me.” 

     “I couldn’t-”

     “Ya will,” he interrupts, cupping your face in his big, warm hands. “Y’still stumblin’ ‘round, love. Tha’ alcohol needs t’wear off ‘fore I le’ ya go anywhere.”

     You pout, and Simon tuts, guiding you over to the couch and softly pushing you down onto the cushion. He takes off your heels and sets them beneath the coffee table, making sure you’re plenty comfortable. You snuggle up with the blanket he drapes over you and a content grin tugs at his lips. 

     “Ya ‘ungry?” He questions.

     He nods when you do, heading into the kitchen to warm up a slice of the quiche he made last night. He leans back against the counter and flinches at the cold, a dark flush heating his pale skin as he remembers he’s in nothing but a pair of damn sweatpants. He feels far too exposed, and insecurity creeps its way into his brain. Before he can decide to run to his bedroom and throw on a shirt, the microwave beeps, so he grabs a fork and brings you the food.

     “Made this las’ nigh’. Should keep y’full, maybe preven’ a hangover,” he explains softly, setting the hot plate on the coffee table. 

     “Thank you, Simon,” you grin up at him gratefully.

     “Since I’m up, m’gonna ge’ started on an order, alrigh’? Lemme know if ya need anythin’. Don’ hesitate t’ask.”

     Simon told a little white lie—there is no order he needs to complete. He just doesn’t want you to feel worse than you already do. He makes his way into the kitchen once more with a yawn, gathering all of the ingredients he needs to make chocolate cake. He’s been craving it since last night, and besides, it’ll help him feel closer to his mom and Tommy. Some of his best—untainted—memories revolve around that cake, shared around the table after supper. 

     You tread into the kitchen after a few minutes, empty plate in hand. Simon smiles, and you return the gesture, walking towards the sink. 

     “Lovie, y’don’ hafta wash-”

     “Sure I do,” you cut him off, running the hot water. “The quiche was really good. Thanks again for… well. All of this.”

     “Y’can always come over. Whenever ya wan’. I mean it.”

     You move to stand next to him, drying off your hands on one of his dishtowels. He’s mixing the batter by hand despite having a stand mixer, but you don’t question it. You observe silently, not wanting to distract him from his work. Simon looks up at you through his long blond lashes, stepping aside and gesturing for you to take over the whisking.

     “O-oh, I shouldn’t,” you laugh nervously.

     “Ya should,” he insists. “Ya won’ ruin it, sweet’eart. It’s pretty ‘ard t’fuck up. ‘Sides, I need t’butter some pans.”

     Cautiously, you take the whisk from him, slowly dragging it through the thin batter. The task isn’t as daunting as you led yourself to believe. You repeat the figure eight motion a few more times as Simon preps his bakeware.

     “Wanna pour it in?” He asks, sliding one of the metal pans over to you.

     “No. I- uh, well I’m kinda… still seeing double. Just a little,” you giggle, and he chuckles in response.

     “No’ a problem.”

     It’s smooth and practiced, the way he works. Such a simple act, but he makes it look like an art form. He doesn’t have to measure how much batter he pours into each pan, he just knows. Simon slides them into the oven, then turns to look at you. He sighs when he sees that you’re already eyeing his dirty dishes.

     “I can wash-”

     “No’ gonna ‘appen. Tha’s wha’ the dishwasher’s fo’, love,” he raises an eyebrow, making a show out of loading up the machine and drying off his hands once the chore is complete. “C’mon, then. Y’need some sleep.”

     You yawn before you can protest, much to his amusement. Rolling your eyes playfully, you follow behind him as he leads you to his bedroom. He pulls out a shirt and a pair of shorts from his drawer and hands them to you. 

     “More comfortable than tha’ dress, m’sure,” he hums, turning on his heel to give you some privacy. “I’ll be up fron’ if ya need me.”

     “S-Simon,” you chew on your bottom lip nervously. “Will you… will you stay with me? I don’t wanna kick you out of your own bed.”

     His heart skips a beat, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

     “Gotta ge’ the cakes outta the oven, firs’. Ge’ changed an’ I’ll come back in, yeah?”

     Simon gently shuts the door and trods back to the kitchen. You do as he says and change quickly, bashfully peeking out the door once you’re in his clothes. After a good few minutes he returns, still smelling of the chocolate cake. He hesitates before stepping back inside, grinning softly to himself as he watches you climb beneath his covers. He sits at the edge of the bed while you get comfortable.

     “Are you gonna lay down?” You ask through yet another yawn, lifting up the sheets and blinking up at him.

     “I-I, uh… yeah. Sure, lovie,” he sucks in a deep breath, then slides into bed right beside you.

     You hum contentedly and rub your eyes with the backs of your hands. You turn on your side to face him, carefully reaching out to brush a crumb of cake from the corner of his mouth with your thumb. 

     “Taste test?”

     “Ya caugh’ me,” he huffs in amusement, breath hitching in his throat as you lean in closer.

     “Thanks for saving me, Si,” you whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

     As your head rests on his pillow and you drift off to sleep, there’s only one thought in Simon’s head.

     He could get used to this.

[snufflesw]

The Reader learns about Aqua's newest plan to destroy his father.

Aquamarine Hoshino x Reader (gender neutral) One Shot. Word Count { 1241 } Spoilers for Chapter 148!

You're So Crazy, Manipulate Me. Title is lyrics derived from the song "Ecstacy" by SUICIDAL-IDOL .

You traversed the sparse wooden area. The summer wind was warm against your bare arms and the smell of the sea filled your nostrils. The seawater clung to your hair after swimming. Now, however, completely dry to search for the person who’d suddenly disappeared from the beach.

    The boy sat near the edge of a cliff, watching the sun as it was beginning to set.

    ”There you are”, you said, loud enough for Aqua to hear, and walked up to him.

    He looked up at you and his blue eyes met yours for a second.

    ”What are you doing here?” he said as you sat down next to him. You wrapped your arms around your legs and hugged them close to your chest.

    ”I noticed you left and went to find you”, you said and wiggled your toes to take off the sandals irritating your feet.

    Aqua looked back to the sunset.

    ”Just needed some time to think, that's all”, he said.

    You could almost see the cogwheels turning in Aquamarine Hoshino’s head as the sun reflected in his eyes. His expression was similar to that day the two of you first met; lost in thought. Scheming.

    You sighed and rested your head on your knees, ”We’re close now. The movie’s almost finished and we’ll have him. He’ll be ruined, once and for all. You’ll have your revenge.”

    Aqua bit his lip, ”But what if that’s not enough? What if the movie’s not enough?”

    You raised an eyebrow at his statement. He’d been so certain before, almost to a horrifying degree, that the movie would be the thing to put Hikaru Kamiki in an early grave; his scheming and heinous acts would be revealed for the whole world to see. He’d have to disappear; go incognito.

    ”What do you mean?” you asked.

    ”Ruining his status wouldn’t be enough to keep him from committing another crime”, Aqua said through gritted teeth. ”We cannot have another Ai-incident happen. His punishment shall be permanent. I want him to be removed completely.”

    Aqua turned slowly towards you as he said the last sentence. His eyes were wide, stars apparent in both despite his fringe covering most of his left eye. It was the eyes of someone who’d had enough; someone who was willing to go to any length to make sure his revenge be executed wholeheartedly. He looked maniacal, insane, beyond repair… and you thought he’d never looked more handsome.

    You chuckled. Aqua’s gaze softened at the reaction.

    ”You’re quite bold by actually telling someone of your desire to kill, Aquamarine”, you couldn’t help but grin.

    Aqua scoffed, ”I believe you of all people should know. You’ve helped me thus far.”

    ”It was our agreement, was it not? You helped me flawlessly exact revenge on my former life’s pathetic excuse for a husband. In return, I vowed to make Aqua Hoshino’s father pay for what he’d done”, the grin curled on your lips. ”So… of course. If you’ve changed the plan to instead kill Hikaru Kamiki, then I’ll happily follow your lead.”

    Aqua stared at you sitting beside him. All he could do was stare at the grin on your lips. The same grin you had on your face once your own revenge had finally been executed. You looked calm, but the grin curling at your lips told another story. It always did.

    He let out a chuckle. Your face was the one to soften this time by the reaction. There was no sign whatsoever of the maniacal grin plastered on your lips a mere second ago.

    ”I’ve never seen that expression from you before”, you raised an eyebrow. ”Only when you’re acting.”

    The genuine smile didn’t leave Aqua’s lips once he stopped chuckling. The residue of laughter was apparent on those lips who had just told you about his plan to murder.

    ”How fortunate I’ve been to find a partner in crime who wouldn’t think twice when it comes to abandoning morals”, he said,

    You blinked.

    ”Akane plans to stop me”, Aqua continued and looked down at the ground. ”Despite everything he’s done.”

    You snorted, ”Her and what army? Last I checked, she’s the only one who even knows the basics of what’s truly going on. I’d like to see her try to stop us.”

    Aqua stared once again at you beside him. Awe, was how he’d explain it. You thought like none he’d ever met before. You were intelligent beyond adequate measures. To have someone going through the same thing; someone to once again be reborn into a younger; someone who wasn’t his sister; someone who wasn’t afraid to get their hands a little bloody. It was as if the Gods had answered his prayers.

    He placed his finger underneath your chin. You looked at him with a brow raised. He gently stroked your chin with his thumb, looking into your unfazed eyes. A small sparkle. He could feel your breath sharply against his lips. You’d mastered the way your eyes worked, but the rest of your body still reacted in the way of a teenager. Featherlight touches did the trick.

    You stared intently into his eyes, never once averting your gaze. He wondered what you saw every time those eyes looked into his. Perhaps you could see his wants, his needs, his desires. You’d seen almost all of them before. Almost.

    Aqua closed the gap between your lips. A jolt of electricity soaring through his body at the connection of your mouths. You tasted like saltwater, and smelled like it too. But underneath the salt lay something addicting. Another scent adorned by your lips on his.

    You didn’t push him away. Instead, you tilted your head to give him the ability to move more freely. His lips grazed over yours and you felt the stinge of what was Aqua Hoshino. His lips were chapped, but they reminded you of the taste of coffee. A bitter taste incredibly difficult to swallow; but one with the power to have someone energised for hours.

    Aqua cupped your cheeks with his hands. Your hair tangled in between his fingers, curled like the grip you were holding on his lips. 

    Breathing was secondary, especially when your cold hands touched the base of his neck. An electric shock. You felt it in your fingertips as you touched the bare skin of his neck. Slowly grazing over his adam’s apple. He shuddered. It wasn’t even cold outside.

    Slowly, but surely, your lungs were greeted by the blissful feeling of oxygen entering your suffocating bodies. Your lips parting from one another’s, panting heavily by the lack of air for who knows how long. Time seemed to have stood still; the sun slowly setting in the horizon.

    You felt Aqua’s heavy breaths on your lips. His forehead rested gently against yours. Your hair was still tangled between his delicate fingers. Intertwined.

    ”That was very out of character of you”, you said in between breaths, grinning ear to ear. ”Are you sure you’re not acting?”

    Aqua’s face was flushed. Yours wasn’t any better.

    ”I’m not an actor”, Aqua said and forced you to come closer with the help of his fingers curled in between the locks of your hair. ”You just make me feel… so many things.”

    You smiled.

    ”All because I said I was going to help you kill your father?”

    Aqua nodded against your forehead, ”Yes.”

    ”How romantic of you, Aquamarine Hoshino.”

It was psychopathic, really. You were both psychopaths.

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[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

One thing I’ll say about the infamous Bullseye sequence is that even though it’s sad Foggy had to go, I do appreciate the commitment to portraying Bullseye as this chaotic, remorseless, evil monster. He isn’t even acting with a lofty, greater purpose, he just wanted the Daredevil trio to suffer as much as possible just because it’s funny to him. He even took the time to kill as many civilians as he could, even when Daredevil was coming after him.

I’ve written before that Daredevil is Marvel’s closest equivalent to Batman, not just in his character but in his supporting cast as well. Fisk is Penguin. Elektra is Talia al Ghul. Ben Urich is Commissioner Gordon. Foggy Nelson is Alfred Pennyworth. For Bullseye, he’s Matt’s Joker. I’m just saying, if you’re going to use Bullseye in the story, he has to do something incredibly heinous and evil to piss off Matt Murdock, or whoever he’s facing off against. And…well…the opening of DDBA did portray that well. They even made him laugh at Matt’s despair, which is something the Joker would do.

[nightghoul381]

Robin Doesn't Know the Evil Hiding in the Shadows ~ Ellis Twilight ~ Premium End

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

CW: Contains themes of suicide

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

Ellis: “…There he is.”

I found the culprit in a corner of the event venue.

Haggard man: “Ah, it’s you…”

The man took out a bottle from his bag and showed it to me.

Haggard man: “This bottle contains a highly volatile and deadly poison.”

Haggard man: “If the bottle is dropped or broken, the poison will spread throughout the air…and everyone in this venue will die.”

(…If that’s the case, I can’t just grab him carelessly.)

(If I don’t take the bottle from the man’s hand…)

Ellis: “…Why are you doing this?”

Haggard man: “If you’re here, you probably know most of the situation.”

Ellis: “But I still want to hear it from you.”

Haggard man: “…”

Haggard man: “The motive for my crime was… to get revenge for the fact that they exhumed my wife’s body to use for anatomy classes.”

Haggard man: “My wife was supposed to finally be free from the pain of her illness and be able to rest in peace!”

Haggard man: “And then, she was exposed to the eyes of so many students…”

Haggard man: “Everyone was looking at her corpse as if she were a laboratory animal…”

Ellis: “But, you killed the medical students that hired the company, didn’t you?”

Ellis: “Your revenge has already been achieved…so why do you need to kill so many innocent people?”

Haggard man: “There’s a simple reason.”

Haggard man: “If there are no bodies to dissect and outlaws are robbing graves, then we should just make more bodies.”

Haggard man: “I want my wife’s resting place to never be disturbed again… I need a body.”

Ellis: “If you’re that determined…”

Ellis: “…Why did you leave a warning message after your last murder?”

Haggard man: “It was because of the piece of cake this morning.”

Haggard man: “You might be thinking ‘what’s the big deal?’ But to me, that piece of cake reminded me of the fun times I spend with my wife.”

Haggard man: “Since you gave me the cake, I thought I’d give you a hint if you were investigating the case.”

Ellis: “If that was the case…I don’t think…”

Ellis: “I believe that everyone lives with pain and joy that only they can understand.”

Ellis: “…I don’t want to say anything without knowing anything.”

(…I might feel similar.)

(The wishes of this man… and my own are surely very close.)

He wanted her to be happy, to be free from pain and suffering.

If reality was so harsh, He wished she would at least be sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face…

They had violated the sleep of his loved one.

(If the same thing happened to Kate…)

(I’d probably do the same thing as him.)

No matter how many times I was told it was wrong, no matter how many times Crown tried to stop me,

I would surely be consumed by rage and commit a heinous act to exact my revenge.

Haggard man: “…You’re trying to buy time with your conversation right now.”

Haggard man: “Is it because someone important to you is at the venue?”

Ellis: “…”

Haggard man: “In that case… let me show you how to protect the people at the venue.”

Without letting go of the bottle, the man used his other hand to pull out a powder from his pocket.

Haggard man: “This is the poison I was carrying with me to kill myself after I had completed my crime.”

Haggard man: “If you consume this… I will refrain from killing the people in the venue out of respect for your love.”

Haggard man: “You said you would protect her before she got hurt.”

Haggard man: “…Now, show me you can protect her.”

(If I take the powder, I’ll die.)

(If I don’t take it, the poison in the bottle will kill Kate.)

I suddenly shifted my gaze to the center of the venue and spotted Kate among the crowd of people.

Kate was so engrossed in the presentations at the venue, laughing, being surprised… her eyes lit up.

(If the only choice is between me dying and Kate dying…)

(…Obviously, I choose to die.)

Ellis: “…I’ll take the poison.”

Ellis: “My life and Kate’s are both precious, but…”

Ellis: “If it’s a matter of two dying or one dying, it’s better that only one dies.”

Haggard man: “…Two? Only one will die either way.”

Ellis: “I don’t think I can find happiness in a world without Kate.”

Ellis: “If Kate dies, I’ll definitely follow her.”

Ellis: “So it’s either two people who die, or one.”

Haggard man: “…Well, whatever. If you’re that determined, the go ahead and do what you want.”

The man tossed me the powder, which I picked up and, without hesitation, consumed in one gulp.

Ellis: “Ugh…! Gh, Aaah…ngh!!”

My knees buckled and I collapsed to the ground.

Haggard man: “You really would take poison.”

I heard a man’s voice, and the sound of something being placed next to me as I collapsed.

Haggard man: “In honor of your love, I will leave the bottle here, unused.”

Roger: “…Don’t move! That’s enough.”

Jude: “Just follow me obediently.”

Haggard man: “Yeah. I’ll follow you.”

Jude: “…Really, how long’re ya gonna sleep so carefree, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Mm…Sorry.”

When I sat up, the man Roger was restraining had a look of shock on his face.

Haggard man: “Wh-Why are you alive…!?”

Ellis: “I was learning some magic tricks. I’d pretend to consume things I shouldn’t, like poison…and then let it go down my sleeve.”

I flapped my sleeve and the powder I hadn’t taken flew into the air.

(I never thought the skills Victor taught me would come in handy in a situation like this.)

Roger: “Ellis, that’s important evidence you know?”

Ellis: “Ah…Sorry. I have some in my other sleeve too, so I thought that would be enough.”

Haggard man: “Were you deceiving me…? Was your love a lie…?”

Ellis: “My love for Kate is not a lie.”

Ellis: “I still haven’t made Kate happy enough… so I couldn’t let either of us die.”

(If only one of us can survive, me or Kate, then I want Kate to live,)

(…But, there’s no need to choose that option.)

Even if I reversed the options presented to me, I want to be happy tomorrow with Kate.

Ellis: “Besides—One day it will be me who kills Kate. Not you.”

Haggard man: “What the… you…”

Jude: “…Yer still crazy as ever.”

And so, before night fell—in the twilight, the incident came to an end.

Kate: “Ellis, I’m back!”

Ellis: “Welcome back, Kate.”

Ellis: “You must be tired after being out all day aren’t you? I’ll go make some tea, so wait for me in my room.”

Kate: “I’ll take you up on that offer, thank you.”

I prepared tea and cake and brought it to the room.

It’s late at night, but tonight is special.

Ellis: “So, how was your event?”

Kate: “It was awesome! At the end of the event, they announced something really big! It was—”

With sparkling eyes, Kate spoke with joy.

(…I’m glad I was able to protect Kate’s happy day.)

If even one thing about today’s events had gone wrong…

I might not have been able to exchange words with Kate tonight.

(I want to continue to protect this daily routine.)

(But… I wonder if ‘that’s all’ is enough.)

Kate: “Whew…. I’ve finished talking…! Ellis, you’re such a good listener.”

Ellis: “Really? Maybe it seems that way because listening to your stories is fun.”

Kate: “When someone says that to me, I get carried away and end up talking too much…”

Ellis: “Fufu…that’s good. I want to hear more about your day.”

Kate: “Enough about me! …Now can I hear about your day, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Mine…?”

Ellis: “My story is boring. I just did a little mission with Jude and Roger—”

Not wanting to ruin Kate’s fun, I tried to hide it.

Kate: “…Really? You look like something’s happened, so I’m curious…”

As she said this, Kate had a worried look on her face.

(…I can’t beat Kate.)

I told Kate everything that happened today.

Kate: “So that’s what happened…”

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis. For protecting my peace of mind.”

Ellis: “No, thank you.”

Ellis: “Hearing that you enjoyed the event today made me even happier that we were able to solve the problem.”

After I said that, Kate looked at me in silence for a moment.

Ellis: “…What’s wrong?”

Kate: “Ellis, you seem a bit depressed. Is it because of the grave robber?”

(Really… I can’t hide anything from Kate.)

Ellis: “…Yeah. This incident got me imagining things a little bit.”

Ellis: “Like, what if, after we fall asleep happily… someone hurts you?”

Ellis: “I was worried that our eternity would be shattered…”

Kate: “Hmm…”

Kate: “…Oh, I’ve got a great idea.”

Kate: “Maybe we should build a grave for both of us somewhere far out in the country?”

Ellis: “A grave… in the countryside?”

Kate: “Yes. With the sunlight shining down beautifully, and lots of flowers blooming…”

Kate: “…Let’s sleep together like we’re taking a nap in the countryside, surrounded by nature.”

Kate: “Grave robbers are only doing it for money, right?”

Kate: “If that’s the case, then why would they come all the way out there to dig up our graves?”

Ellis: “…That’s a great idea. I agree.”

Kate: “Really? Well then, let’s do it!”

Ellis: “Fufu, but… that’s a bit strange.”

Ellis: “We’re not married yet, we don’t have a house, we don’t have kids… we don’t have any plans for the rest of our lives.”

Ellis: “I can’t believe we’re thinking about the two of us being buried together.”

Kate: “Oh, that’s true… But if there’s a happy ending planned, doesn’t that make everything more fun?”

Ellis: “…Yeah it does.”

Ellis: “I’m looking forward to going to the grave with you more and more.”

And so, we continue to protect and accumulate happiness towards a happy ending.

Today, tomorrow, the day after, and every day after that—.

(…But, I still want something a little more reassuring.)

(If you were to ask me… ‘she’s’ the only one.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆ ₊☽˚𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼˚☾₊ ⋆ 

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : you and coryo had gone through hell and back, you've been together and far apart yet you could never find the courage to say how you truly feel for him. so, you wrote them into letter form, but you never sent them. and so what happens when one mr. snow finds each and every letter only to realize that it's too late?

𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : written in letter form from the readers perspective, talks of jealousy and sad feelings, r is definitely from the capitol, self blame, kinda sorta depression, angst, deceit, suicide, coryo finally responds

𝓪/𝓷 : so here’s part three!! I’m ngl I cried writing this and I KNOW people were asking for a happy ending but I’m just gonna tell y’all now that this is angst NO/VERY LITTLE COMFORT! I just had to do it so here ya go! enjoy 😊!

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 | 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

⋆ ₊ ☽ ·˚𓍲⋆ 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 ⋆𓍲˚· ☾ ₊ ⋆ Dear Coriolanus,

Time ticks on and on as does life; but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt and it certainly doesn't mean that pain fades away with each passing day.

I heard from Mrs.Plinth that Sejanus was killed out in the districts. It must be so saddening knowing that your young son who had his whole life ahead of him died out in the districts all by himself. 

I wonder if you saw him die, what were his last words? 

Mrs.Plinth didn’t share much only saying that it was out in the districts and that she was very grateful that you were there for him. 

Yet it also hurts knowing that you upended the trajectory of your life all for Lucy Gray. 

What could she give you that I couldn’t?

People experience pain in such different ways. I remember when you got a cut when we were climbing trees in my backyard and you were stone faced acting like you were okay when I knew you weren’t. You hate blood and you especially hate pain and I know that. 

All of us do really, I too was only eight when the war ended. We all went through the pain of hunger every single day, some even committed heinous acts to survive that will haunt them forever. 

Some cower in terror and pain yet some rise above the pain. Some use that pain and anguish as a motivator to push forward and persevere. 

Like you. 

You know me, the runt of the litter. The forgotten one. Yet not by you, I know you would never forget me. 

Just like I’ll never forget you. 

Which is why it hurts so much to know that you still chose Lucy Gray over me. It still kills me when I think about my best friend, my first and forever love, who I’ve been through so much with choose a girl he’s just met over someone who's been on your side since day one. 

What did I do wrong? Was it something I said? What could she have that I don’t?

Life has quieted down I guess, school is the same old same old, just the same boring day one after another. The Capitol just seems so dreary and dull, there is constant gloom plaguing the sky.

I like to think it’s because you’re not here. My sun, my moon illuminating the dark dark sky, shining brightly amongst the stars that have long burned out.

I really do miss you Coryo,

Yours Truly

Coriolanus,

I heard from Tigiris you’re finally on your way home.

Is Lucy Gray with you?

I wonder if she’s holding your hand at the very second, comforting you about coming back to the home you call hell. Have you told her about your life in the Capitol, I wonder?

Is she truly your home now, Coriolanus?

It seems everyone around me is finding what their lives were missing. Money, power, glory. Yet there is this hole in my heart and my life in the shape of you. 

I will never find home.

Many people say that home is where the heart is or that home is a person or idea rather than a physical place and they’re right.

Because my home will forever be you, Coriolanus.

And it rips my chest apart to know that I will never be able to go home because a pretty little bird has decided to peck her way into my home and build a fragile little nest. It hurts even more to know that you protected that nest.

Are there little birdies tweeting in that nest now?

I wonder if you have Sejanus’ stuff. You really were that boy's best friend, you know that Coriolanus?

Just like how you were my best friend. Before the war, before Celmensia, before Sejanus, before Lucy Gray.

But hey, you’re finally on the way back to the Capitol, right?

You’re finally coming back home to me.

I truly do hope I am the first one you call.

Love,

Your Darling awaiting your call

To Coriolanus Snow,

My grave has been long set for I dug it. I have made my bed now, I must lie in it.

By the time you read this I will have already been long dead. The ache in my chest drove me to it, the numbing hole that consumed my being was no longer tolerable.

My head was drowning in anger, sadness, love. All for you my dearest Coriolanus. 

I find myself writing as if there is tomorrow yet I truly do know that there won’t be a future for me. 

I’ve reread every single unsent letter I have written for you and the gaping hole in my chest grows larger with every word I read for I know deep in my soul that I will never be able to go back in time and tell myself that it’s all worth it because I’m ow that it isn’t. 

It’s ruining my life, Coriolanus, please do not think less of me for it. 

My body has been battered and bruised all my by my hand, my mind plaguing my sanity, my memories, with fields of death and despair. I find now that I find solace and comfort in the thought.

I have dropped out of school, not that anyone would have noticed. I stopped sketching too, you know. It’s just that whenever my pencil touches the page all my hand seems to be able to draw is your face. My sketchbook has been filled with sketches of your face, your eyes, you at that reaping ceremony, you when you went to visit Lucy Gray in the Capitol zoo. All you.

I cant take it anymore Coryo, my heart can’t take it anymore. 

My mind is plagued with images of your beautiful face, your smug smiles, your laughs where you hide those gorgeous hydrangea blue eyes of yours, the look on your face when I hugged you for the last time. 

I replay that moment in my head, constantly. I seemingly can’t stop thinking back on that moment and think about what I could have said or could have given you to make you stay. 

I would have done anything to have you stay, to have you be mine. 

To have you love me back. 

It’s a fickle thing, love. Fragile, yet powerful. It can make one go mad yet it can also ground you. It can drive you to murder for someone yet it can also motivate you to step in front of a bullet for someone. 

It can also motivate you to live or cause you to die.

Some find love a nessecity to live while some find it the reason for their demise. 

My dearest Coriolanus, I’m so terribly sorry. Yet I cannot help but akin love to a hardship. A pain, a pain that no matter how many dates I go on or how many men I flirt with that this pain will not go away. 

I really tried, Coryo, I really did. I tried so hard to move on, to love someone else even when I know a hole is where my heart is and you and only you hold that missing piece. 

I love you Coriolanus Snow. 

I love you Coryo. 

I love you. 

I’ve loved you every minute of every single day of every single month of every single year ever since we were young. It may have been youthful play love but it shifted as the moons do. 

I love you in every memory, every letter, and every dream that we meet. I love you in every minute and my love will forever live on in the velvety petals of pure white roses and pillowy hydrangeas. 

I’ll love you, no matter what, every day, every hour, every minute, every year, for the rest of my life.

I’ll forever love you, even when I’m no longer here.

I forgive you my love, forever and always. 

My only hope that you’ll forgive me.

My last wish is that you finally receive all those letters I wrote to you as a naive and young girl and look back that even now, I’m still me.

I’ll love you forever,

Your Dearest Darling Dead

tagging! @lonely-dreamer

thanks so much for the support and love on this series, it really does mean a lot to me and I hope to see you on the epilogue!

[spnangelbang]

A preview of... “Crowley's Ten Inch Demon Deal” 

Author: MBQ @mbqnoyolo

Artist: sidewinder @hawkland

Rating: Explicit

Archive warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Featured characters: Crowley, Demon Dean

Featured relationships: Demon Dean/Crowley, Dean Winchester/Castiel (background)

Length:  5,000 words

Tags:  orgy, triplets, drowley, demon dean, dubious consent

Summary:  

Crowley is the soberest of the five. He feels the small pang of ever-growing embarrassment at Dean’s slovenly escapades. It’s one thing if Dean took a proper hand to everything they could achieve–or take advantage of, but this supposed “demon” version of Dean is some sopping wet, miserable version of Dean Winchester. Triplets were a favorite of Dean’s. And Crowley wasn’t about to poke around in the why’s of his lover’s predilections. Orgies turned out to be one of the few things this “demon” was particularly good at. That and killing Abaddon groupies.

Turns out Dean is very good at both.

Excerpt:

With a rise of an eyebrow, Crowley orders another daiquiri from the barkeep on retention in broad daylight. The demon-guard scoffs and looks away like the King just committed a heinous act of an angelic accord. With a twist of annoyance on his face, the bar keep sets the frothy pink drink down. He had had one started when the room door opened–as confirmed by the increase in horny racket that disturbed the deserted bar. Ignoring further disdain from a hired hand behind the bar, Crowley sips the sweet, foamy blended drink. He likes the little green mint leaves against the bright pink slurry of ice, syrup and vodka. The little umbrella is nice, too. Dean had ordered the bar keep to add a little plastic pitchfork to all of Crowley’s drinks as a joke, but Crowley finds the nose tweak endearing instead of offensive.

“I should be ashamed of myself,” he says, aloud, but acts like his tiny indulgence was a badge of honor instead. His demon flunky outside their hallway shuffles his feet like he’s deciding whether to make a break for the door–like so many others have already done.

Crowley twitches his head towards his minion of faltering loyalty. “I’ll send him after you,” he says, quietly. Then goes back to his drink with the expectation that Dean’s blood lust would, at the very least, instill some fear in the shifty demon. The demon rolls his jaw and shakes his head. A tiny smile plays at Crowley’s lips. At least he’s still good for that, he thinks to himself. Even though the failure of his demon spawn to be sufficiently demon-y is probably the worst kept secret of his reign. Even more poorly kept than the god forsaken reason for his own damnation. 

Mine is still bigger, he consoles himself and takes another mouthful of frothy strawberry ice.

Posting date: March 3, 2025!

[heraldofcrow]

9. 13. 17 for the ask game. describe pre-nibelheim sephiroth plz because i may not know your other favs. :3 ty!

Hey there, thank you sm!! Sorry I’m late, but here’s some blorbo discussion for pre-Nibel Seph <333

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9. Describe your Blorbo in 3 words?

Misperceived, melancholic, soft-hearted

13. Is there any crime, any wrongdoing your Blorbo could commit that would make you stop loving them and remove them from your hyperfixation entirely?

IF HE EVER DISRESPECTED EITHER OF HIS MOMS ISTG—

No lmao, I’m kidding. I don’t really have that with characters if the writing is decent.

I love Hojo for example, and he ticks off so many unsavory boxes, but honestly? If the motives for a character’s actions are able to be uncovered to some degree and they don’t just act cartoonishly evil for shock-value, then I’ll love them almost guaranteed, heinous crimes or no. The writing is what matters.

What draws me to Seph is I understand EXACTLY why he does what he does eventually…and if he crossed other boundaries that connected well to his story and made sense within context, I’d be fine with it. Perhaps I’d be more repulsed if it was especially twisted or dark, but…..isn’t that part of the fun lolll…

17. Do you like seeing your Blorbo suffer?

[v3rooo]

I’ll come back , I promise

So this is my rewritten part 1 of my short fic “I’ll come back, I promise “ so I hope it’s a little bit more better xxx

let’s begin

Y/n pov -

I was currently confined to my cell, excruciatingly in pain from the punishment meted out to me for my actions against the guard. As I managed to catch my breath, clutching my cheeks, I heard Master’s voice echoing through the cell, directed towards someone or something. A wave of fear washed over me, fearing that I would be subjected to another punishment. In an attempt to conceal myself, I sought refuge in the darkest corner of the cell, striving to become invisible.

As I waited, I witnessed Master and his companions forcibly throw someone into the cell. They promptly locked the door, and Master addressed the new prisoner with a stern look. However, my ears were covered with fear and prayer, preventing me from comprehending much of the conversation.

Suddenly, silence fell upon me. After removing my hands from my ears, my heart started beating normally. I decided to investigate who was in the cell. As I approached, I gasped at the state of the prisoner. He was covered in blood and looked terrible.

Standing there, transfixed by his gaze, I was rudely jolted back to reality. Kneeling down, I carefully examined his wounds. While they weren’t life-threatening, they certainly required attention. So, I set to work cleaning them. I grabbed the rag I had intended to use and filled the bucket with water. Gently wetting the rag, I began patting the blood from his wounds.

As I worked, I couldn’t help but notice his handsome features. His striking red hair caught my attention. Lost in thought, I heard him groaning. I paused my work to check if he was awake. As I stepped back, I saw him open his eyes and blink rapidly, trying to recall what had transpired. It seemed like he was piecing together the events of the day.

I tried to remain silent and spoke in a soft voice, “Are you alright? You arrived in quite a state of disarray. I apologize for my intrusion. I should have waited until you woke up, but…”

Kid- * “I intend to avenge myself,

” I will kill that ugly bastard “.

Y/n “Who are you planning to kill?”

Kid- “Kaido” I intend to kill him for the heinous acts he committed against me and killer 

Y/n “Killer? Is he your acquaintance?”

He began to look around and stood up. 

Y/n- “Take it easy,” I said, “you’re hurt.” 

(He growled and started to say something, but then he just stopped at his tracks, staring at me)

Y/n: Please sit back down,” I said, “you’re hurt.”

He slowly sat down, keeping his eyes on me. 

Y/n :

“So, what’s your name?” I asked. “Silicene,” he mumbled.

(Kid )

“Kid” I said, back smiling at him. 

Kid: So, what happened to you? Your face is all bloody.

Silence.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I tried to sound casual. “Just a minor punishment. No big deal. In fact, this is a small punishment compared to the others I’ve endured in the past.” I giggled nervously.

Kid: “While looking at her,” I exclaimed, “I need to get away from here .I need to find killer.”

 Y/n: killer?”  , “Your friend?”

 Kid: Yes, and my crewmate,” I said.

Y/n: “Crewmate?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

 Kid:” Yes, we’re pirates,” he said with a grin.

Y/n : Pirates? How exciting!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide with wonder. “Tell me, how is it? How’s the sea? Is the ocean as beautiful as those paintings I admire? How’s the…”

Kid:”You’re not scared,” he interrupted.

Y/n: Why?” I asked, puzzled.

Kid: “I’m a pirate, you see! Everyone usually gets scared when they encounter a pirate. They never reacted the way you did.

Y/n : Will I always have dreamed about traveling the world. 

I yearned for the wind to tousle my hair and embark on thrilling adventures with someone special. This place had grown monotonous, and I yearned for a change, but I’m here  trapped. If Kaido  discovered my desire, he would undoubtedly eliminate me. That vile man only sought my power for his own nefarious purposes.

Kid : “What’s your Devil Fruit?” I asked.

Y/n: Devil Fruit?” I repeated, surprised.

Kid : You said your power  like a Devil Fruit power?” I asked.

Y/n : Y/n: No, I was born with my powers. I’m not very knowledgeable about them because my master hasn’t ever really told me anything about my heritage, history, or anything else.However, I do know that I can transform into a white nine-tailed fox. Since all I’ve been told is that my people don’t acquire powers until they reach the age of 18, I’m uncertain about the extent of my abilities. Nevertheless, I do possess one unique power.

Kid:  As she spoke to me, her wounds began to mend. I was astounded. I was about to utter a word, but then a sharp pain pierced my rib, causing me to clench my side. Suddenly, I felt a tiny hand resting on top of my larger one.

Y/n : Are you okay? Where else does it hurt?

Kid: Everywhere. I laugh, but then I regret it because the pain shoots all over my body. 

Y/n: here let me help 

Kid: Next thing I knew, a slight energy surge took over my body, and all the pain I had been experiencing vanished. Nothing hurt anymore. 

Y/n : are you still feeling pain ?

Kid: how did you do that is that part of ur ability ?

Y/n: Yes, you must keep it a secret. If he finds out or some scum finds out, I don’t want to know what they would do to me. 

Kid : I nod 

She then sat next to me and smiled at me. “So, what’s life like as a captain?” she asked.

As I began to recount my adventures, I noticed small puffs  coming from her mouth. I looked down and saw that she was asleep. I huffed softly and soon fell asleep myself.

The next morning 

Kid: I heard loud, mumbling noises. I opened my eyes wide with anger and was jolted awake. I looked over to see if she was still next to me. When I turned around, I saw something that made me furious. I quickly got up and saw her being dragged by her hair. Without hesitation, I started screaming to let her go. “Hey, let her go!” 

Y/n: As I slept next to kid ,he was so warm . Suddenly, I heard mumbling and the sound of keys jingling. I opened my eyes to see Kaido, main guard. I was terrified, fearing the worst. I didn’t want to leave; I wanted to stay with kid. 

Guard: Well, well, well, little fox! Look what we have here! You’re snuggled up all cozy with this inmate. What will Kaido do? Huh, little cub? 

Evil shucking 🤭

Y/n: As I was looking at him with fear in my eyes. I couldn’t utter a single syllable before he grabbed my hair. I whimpered. In an instant, he dragged me out of the cell. I didn’t want to leave. He was safe.

While I was getting dragged away from my cell, the excruciating pain in my scalp became unbearable. I let out a piercing scream, pleading for my release, “You’re hurting me!” 😢

In that moment, I heard kid desperate cry to let me go , A wave of relief washed over me, knowing that he didn’t want me to suffer even if he just meant me it made my heart skip a beat as I attempted to reach out to him, hoping he could somehow summon the strength to bring me to safety. He was doing the same, but the distance between us was growing.

Suddenly, I was violently thrown into the room. Not just any room kaido room I froze on the floor, paralyzed with fear. 

Guard: Boss, guess what? She was getting all cozy with the inmate. Can you believe that little bitch? 

Y/n: I gulped, looking down on my hands feeling like throwing up. 

Kaido: LEAVE!

After the guard left, laughing, 

Come here, little fox.

I remained still.

NOW!

Y/n I got up super fast and ran next to him.

Kaido : Now, little fox, is that true?

Y/n: No, I swear I just fell asleep while cleaning his wounds. I swear I don’t do anything bad. I swear, please…🙏 for -g

Kaido, as I “grabbed her hair,” listened attentively to my words. “You’re mine,” he declared, “You belong to me, and no one else. You’ll remain here until I give you the order. Do you understand?” I nodded, assuring him . As I was telling her just how I can’t wait until your birthday my little cub , it’s going to be the day that I ignited you with my seed . However, I insisted on inflicting a punishment this time, emphasizing the need to deeply ingrain the lesson in her “dumb, empty head.” 

Y/n: Shaking on what he told me, I backed away, but he grabbed me and pulled me back. I tried to run, but he grabbed me again and dragged me towards the room I hated the most. I felt like a rabbit, and he was the big bad wolf.

Kid: Hey, tell me where you took her. Heh, I know you can hear me. Hey! 👋 As they all ignored me. I hit the bars. Ugg, I looked back at my cell. Then I saw the bastard who took her. Hey, you ugly face, where did you take her? Where is she?! As I saw him laughed at that and said, “Oh, the boss is just having its way with her. Your precious little fox will be back soon.” 

I glared at him, furious, yearning to crush his face until it splattered against the walls. I firmly believe that when I emerge from this ordeal, you will be the first person I address. He chuckled and sauntered away, leaving me still enraged. 😤 

I sat down, hoping she was okay. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Suddenly, I heard dragging noises and whimpering. As I opened my eyes, I heard the door open and then shut just as quickly. When I saw who had opened it, it was the vile person who had taken her. He turned back to me, laughing and mocking me. “Take care of your fox,” he said. “No?” 

As I looked at him confused, then I heard the whimpering sound. I looked down and what I saw, I almost threw up. There she was, all beaten up, bruised. Her back was so bad, her kimono was all torn and stained. She must have gotten whipped with something. I slid down  to her. “Are you fixking kidding me who fuckinh did this to you? Tell me!” 

She started to cry. She was sobbing at this point. She turned around and just sobbed on my chest. I almost missed it. Kaido 

I made a promise to kill him. 

I began cleaning her wound as much as I could to facilitate her healing. A lady arrived and called out for y/n She looked up and was summoned by the maid to get cleaned up since the master had requested it. She glanced away from her work and remained there until the maid called her again. She stumbled to her feet, but she managed to get up. I also got up. She left with her, and she turned around. “Okay, be back. I promise,” she said. I stared at her as she descended the long hallway. I started walking back and forth, feeling like that was all I was doing until I heard the sound of keys. 🔑 

As I looked up, there she was, radiant like the moon. I was so engrossed in thought that I didn’t notice her approach. She entered the room and turned around, bowing to the lady. “Thank you,” she hummed and left. Then, she turned back and smiled. “Did you miss me?” Hehehe. 

Kid: No, not at all. “She giggled.”

Look, I’ve got us something to eat. You must be hungry.

Kid: Not, I’m not hungry… (stomach growling.) I stopped, blushing from embarrassment.

I looked down, and she giggled again. “Sure, you’re not. Come sit down. I’ll give you a bite.”

I looked down at the giant bento box, looking at it with so much excitement. We said, “Eat, thank you, and started to dig in.” Who was she? 

Y/n: Well, she’s the maid who usually takes care of me. She’s a nice person. She’s always been nice to me. As I looked down at my lap “kid ?” I asked? 

Kid: “Mmmh?” 

Y/n, can you take me with you when you leave? Please don’t abandon me. I assure you, I won’t be a burden. I may not be a skilled fighter, but I’m willing to learn and improve. I’m determined to prove myself. Please don’t leave me here alone. I’m begging you. As the tears stream down my face, I can’t help but think of the loneliness that awaits me here. 

 As kid grabbed my face and exclaimed, “Who told you I was leaving you here? Huh? From this day forward, you’re our woman. Okay.” I promise to take you on a journey around the world.

Y/n: as I  shook my head vigorously, 

Kid : I’ll protect you. I promise you. You’re never going to be alone again 

Y/n “ nodded her head “

 (Back to kid )

Now stop crying and eat 

She nodded and continued to eat I just looked at her and continued eating 

Skip 

A few days later 

Kid: As I was explaining how my Devil Fruit power worked, she looked incredibly excited. Her reaction was like a child in a candy store. In the middle of my sentence, I heard the despicable guard laugh. “Well, well, we meet again, little cub,” he sneered. 

As I looked towards her She froze in fear, her face turning almost pale. She turned around and began backing away towards me. I positioned myself in front of her and asked, “What do you want?”

Guard-  “ Well ain’t if obviously master wants y/n  in his chambers now !” 

Kid: Angrily over my dead body.

If I didn’t have this ridiculous device to deactivate my power. You would have been squished like a bug. 🐛 

As the guard laughed again 

As I felt her face in my back 

 Guard : “Give me her now or else “

 Kid: Or else what !

Guard : “This “

Y/n :

Next thing I knew,  kid was on his knees in excruciating pain.

“Kid-sama, what’s wrong?” I asked, concern etched on my face.

“Kid-sama,” he groaned in response, his voice filled with agony. 

Y/n :What are you doing to him? Stop!”

 Guard: I’ll stop if you go with me. 

Y/n: Okay fine now stop 

Then, he stopped feeling pain. Are you okay, Kid-sama?

Before I could respond, I was being dragged away. I screamed, calling out for Kid to save me.

He began to grasp my hand, but then he started to growl in pain. I pleaded with Kid to stop him, “Kid, sama, I’m being dragged out.”

I continued to cry, yearning to return. 

Then, I was thrown into the room. As I remained there, I heard the guard utter something, but I couldn’t comprehend it due to my intense thoughts. Subsequently, I believe he left because it was just Kaido and me. He proceeded to get up and walk down from his throne. While descending, he shrunk his body to my size, although he was still quite imposing. 

(pretend he does that )

Y/n : I began to distance myself from him. He started laughing. I’m not sure what overcame me, but I blurted out, “What do you want?” 

As he was approaching me, his eyes looked at me with an expression I had never seen before. 

Next thing I know, he pulled my hair so hard that I screamed. He yanked my head back and looked at me,

Kaido: “What’s gotten into you?!” all because you think you can talk to me like that, my future wife.

y/n: I hated that. It made me feel so sick that I almost threw up from the whole sentence. I can’t explain how, but the next thing I know, he started screaming at me . As I got sick of hearing him, I decided to do something I would never have thought I would do to get rid of him. I scratched his face. 

I wish he had let me go, but I think I only made him angrier because he punched me in the face. 

Rated r scene begins 

Y/n: As I was a bit too stunned, from the punch I came out of my daze, I was immediately yanked by my hair once again. He pulled my hair making sure my hair was out of my face

Kaido: Now, let’s practice what that pretty mouth can do with my little cock sleeve, huh? 

As I had one hand holding her hair, the other hand was firmly gripping her face to keep me still. My grip was excessively tight,so she would not get away from my grip as I went down to her I started to kiss her lip oh how sweet and soft those lips looked I shoved my tongue down her throat

y/n: as I felt disgusting from what’s happening to me , an incredibly unpleasant , I yearned for it to be over. Amidst this whole situation I want him to let me go back to my cell I wish somebody can barge in here and take him with them to leave me alone then he finally stopped “kissing me “

(he started to speak to me though)

Kaido :”how delightful you taste ,sweater then anything I’ve ever had “, “and I can’t wait for more “ *laughing 

Y/n : I looked up at him with the most disgusted expression getting angrier while hearing his stupid laugh *I spit on face .

Kaido: As I felt the spit my little fox gave me while my hand still had a good grip on her silky hair, and the other hand wiped the spit from my face, anger surged through me. I grabbed her throat and brought her up to my eye level.

“Why do you do that, my little cub? That’s no way to treat your future husband!” I exclaimed.

As I held her throat tighter, I saw her gasping for oxygen and scratching my hands to let her go. When I realized she was about to pass out, I released her and dropped her to the floor. She grumbled and tried to catch her breath as I watched her regain it.

While she was trying to catch her breath, I reached into my zipper and unzipped my member. Yet, she still hadn’t caught on.

As I freed my member, I grabbed my prized possession, y/n. I grabbed y/n’s hair and yanked her up from the floor. “Now, now, stop your crying,” I said. “It’s your fault I did this. Now, let me show you how you can please me, ‘my little cock sleeve.’”

Y/n : Disgusted by his callous words, “my little cock sleeve,” as he drew closer to my face, I yearned for my life. I tried to maintain my distance and silence, but he forcefully opened my mouth and thrust his large, veiny member down my throat.

His tip made me gag as he repeatedly entered and exited my mouth, crying over his actions while drool escaped my lips. This ordeal seemed to last for hours, but in reality, it was only a few seconds. In that split second, I devised a plan to hopefully end the situation. I bit him hard, tasting blood as I continued to bite until he finally released me. When I noticed him lying on the ground, holding his penis, I quickly rose to my feet and dashed towards the door. 

Rated r scene over 

Y/n: As I turned the knob, he called out, “Stop!” You vile woman, watch as I’m going to get you, and you’re going to regret it. I screamed, “I don’t care!” and ran out. I sprinted out to where Kid is . “tears streaming down my face as blood ran down my cheeks. “ As I spotted my cell . I frantically screamed out to , “Kid!” “Kid-sama, help me!” 

As I saw him sitting down on the floor , I saw him get up from his position .

Kid: As I heard my name being screamed, I rose from my seat on the floor. I saw my moonlight running towards me, but she looked like she had fought a war. Her beautiful, long hair was tangled, her eyes were red from tears, and her nose was red from a snout. Her beautiful face was covered in marks, bruises, and blood. As I went to reach out for her, she fell down in her knees and cried, “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened? While you were gone? What did that bastard do? Tell me!” 

When I reached my hand out the cell, I grabbed her face with my hand and as I was looking at her I saw this spark in her eye .

Y/n: “Kid I did it “

I defended myself, but I think I’ve gotten into a lot of trouble. That’s my girl, your mouth is bleeding. Oh, it’s doesn’t matter now we have to escape now or else..

Kid :As she was about to say something I heard the rumbling of multiple people coming this way I got worried since she still out there and as I was about to tell her to go and hide that  bastard guard was the first I saw and before I could say anything that bastard grabbed my woman and put the stupid collar on with a chain as I saw him put handcuffs on her beautiful wrist 

Guard: “Well, well, it seems someone has gotten into some trouble,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I smirked as I looked down at her and dragged her towards  kid. As I approached his cell, I made sure to face him. As I bend down to her ear level “Now, you little bitch, say goodbye to your little boyfriend,” I said, my voice firm. “This will be the last time. Master Kaido wants you to learn a lesson so that you understand the consequences of your actions. The stunt you pulled was not a joke.”

As she was looking at me this bitch had the nerves to smile at me and say “kid will save me “

And that just made me furious, so I slapped her and began dragging her to where Master wants her. However, until his penis heals, he said.

Kid: “I’ll FIND YOU, I PROMISE “ PLEASE WAIT FOR US”!

As I screamed out, hoping she heard me, I wasn’t done yet. I angrily shouted to the main guard once I was out. “You’re the first one I’m going to take out,” I growled.

As I was left alone with my thoughts as the guards left one by one, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

A few days later 

Kid: Well, here I am, headed to prison after killing three of the guards I was lost in thought, wondering how she was doing. Hopefully, she’s doing fine. I need to go get her and find  killer.

As I was lost in thought, the wagon finally stopped after being on the road for the entire day. The door was open. One of the guards said, “Welcome to your hell.” Haha. I growled at his voice. 

Upon entering, I was instructed to run around 😒 

As I surveyed my surroundings, I was startled by a familiar voice. Oh, how I longed to hear her again.

“Kid-sama, is that you?” I turned around, and there she was, my little fox, radiant in her presence.

She dashed towards me at full speed, and I instinctively opened my arms. She leaped into my embrace, and as her legs wrapped around my waist, I held her tightly, savoring the scent of her. How I had missed it. It hadn’t even been a few days.

We were enveloped in a comfortable silence. Suddenly, I felt her lips on mine. I was so shocked that I didn’t even think she noticed. She didn’t until she stopped kissing. She was all red and apologized.

She let go and asked, “Why are you here?”

Kid: After I explained how I got her, she said, “I’m so happy you’re here with me.” Hehe.

After we settled in, we started to work since we had to. Otherwise, we’d be late. 😅 

As me and y/n and I began walking, I heard a loud crash right next to me. Looking down, I saw Luffy perched on top of my woman, and then, as I witnessed his face being shoved down her chest, my eyes twitched with anger. I heard his inane voice laughing as his face rose up from her chest, uttering, “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Y/n: As I was walking, I was so engrossed in thought that kid-sama was next to me, How he found me Suddenly, I felt something heavy land on me. I looked up and saw a black-haired boy wearing a red kimono and a scar across his eye. He was laughing, but I was embarrassed because his face was pressed against my chest . As he laughed and apologized, I politely asked him to please get off. He stood up, and Kid-sama helped me off the floor. As I started dusting my kimono, Kid-sama checked my head to make sure I wasn’t hurt anywhere. He gently touched my chin to check if I was okay. I nodded while blushing at his actions.

As I heard the scar boy introduce himself as Luffy, I looked at him and smiled, saying, “Nice to meet you, Luffy-san.” As he blushed 

Kid snarled and told him to watch it 

While dragging me away 

I looked back at luffy and I say bye nice to see you 

Skip

Y/n: 

It was lunchtime, and I had my food. As I went back to my room, also known as my cell, I started handing out the food to everyone around me. They all thanked me. Kidd looked at me and was about to say something but I stopped him and “There not strong enough to do heavy lifting.” So, I tried to help them as much as I could. But the funny thing is They all call me princess, and I kind of like it while blushing. 

Skip 

As night time came around, I was next to Kid. Kid-sama told me to lie down and sleep. I said no. “What if it’s like before? I won’t let it happen. I’m here.” 

I agreed, so I lay down, resting my head on his lap. He took off his big red feather coat and laid it on me. 

It was so warm and cozy. I fell asleep in no time. 

Skip

Kid talking to y/n about theplan  skip plan 

Blah 

If you are caught up in the anime then you know what happened 

Y/n: Kid-sama managed to escape from here without getting caught and instructed me to remain in place. He simply needed to find killer. He assured me he would return. His words were, “I’ll come back, I promise.” Therefore, I must have faith in him. As I went about my day, distributing food to those in need, I was unaware that Luffy was observing me doing so. 

As I was handing out my last bit of food, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my scalp. Listen, you mutt! You’re going to tell me where your little boyfriend is! 

He’s gone, and I know you know. I looked at him, spit on him, and called him a stupid idiot. Do you think I’ll tell you ?He got really mad and told his other coworkers to get him some water. I got a bit worried, wondering why he needed water. The next thing I knew, he got a call . I got even more worried. 

Then, he started laughing and asked him to bring them. We had a fun little date plan, and I’m now scared. He looked at me and said, “Guess what we found? Your precious!” Now, it’s time for the fun.

Now, you little shit, this is what happens when you plan an escape or decide to us. 

 As I was being dragged into the stadium as what I saw was a giant pool of water for what I don’t know , then I started to get tied up then before you know it I was hanging upside down as I looked below me all saw was the pool of water

( fyi like from this scene but first it’s jsut y/n and then kid and killer are tied there after they get brought up carry on with the story )

as the leader was screaming at me to make me tell where kid was 

No matter what I’m not gona tell you so you can eat my dust 

He was furious at that response. Before I could react, I was ducked into the water as I desperately tried to hold my breath. As I surfaced to get air, I spotted them. Kid-Sama and a masked man were laughing hysterically. I frantically called out for Kid-Sama. When he turned to see my distressed state, he erupted in anger, screaming at them for mistreating his partner and his women .

As he attempted to calm himself down, trying to prevent a massacre, I noticed them being tied up. Suddenly, they were both right next to me. We were now all in the same precarious situation. 

The leader interrogated us, but in reality, his attention was more focused on me. He relished the sight of kid and the man accompanying kid .

As both kid and the stranger reacted angrily as the guards from there action towards me as I kept on steadfastly refused to cooperate. 

As their anger escalated, all three of us were dunked in the water.

Exhausted from earlier, I was losing consciousness gradually. As I witnessed them bring up the kid and the other man , all I could hear was mumbling and screaming.

“Stop! Please stop!” 

Y/n: “Please don’t go to sleep. Please stay awake.” As I mumbled those words to myself, I opened my eyes and peered through the crystal-clear pool (pretend it’s clear, “hahah”).

I could see kid screaming, but I couldn’t hear anything as I drifted into unconsciousness. The next thing I knew,  the pool broke and I was on the floor coughing up the water and I felt Kid-sama and the other man go on top of me while also coughing saying thank you to who I don’t know as I was trying to  catch my breath  as I was catching up my breath I called out for Kid-sama 

Kid: “I’m here “as I was getting up and took of my restraints off as well as hers , and then I  started to check y/n everywhere to make sure she was fine .Then I heard it her laugh and she told met “I’m fine “ so y/n this is killer 

Y/n : As I looked at another giant I reached up cause his face was covered in bandages 

Are you hurt 

He shook his head no

And I smiled and said good 

Y/n: Hehe nice to finally meet you Kidd sama never shut up about you hehhe 

Skip through the end of them escaping to much to write !!

As luffy and gramps where talking about the plan 

Kid : I honestly could care less I just wanted to get killer and my y/n out of here , but y/n started to speak up  “we should we should help the people be free from that piece of shit” 

.

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Kid: Okay we are in 

Heheh 

Y/n : 

As we began walking, I was utterly clueless about our destination. I was just overhearing  kid and killer conversations while we where walking side by side, seemingly happy. It was eerily similar to a scene from my book. However, as we walked further, I started to feel slightly exhausted. As I slowly strolled, I was so engrossed in thought that I failed to notice the kid or killer stop. Suddenly, I felt a strong hand wrap around my waist and lift me up to the shoulders of a towering figure. As I looked down, I noticed blonde hair and bandages covering his face. A permanent blush spread across my cheeks, and I managed to whisper a silent “thank you.”

We fell into a comfortable silence, and I couldn’t resist bringing up the first thing I wanted to do once this ordeal was over: “The first thing I want to do is go shopping. I know it sounds silly, but I just want to go out and buy new clothes, shoes, and food. Is that a foolish dream to have?”

The moment our conversation ended, they stopped walking, and I was filled with a mix of fear and panic. I panicked and started blurting out, “I’m so sorry if that was too much to ask. You don’t have to do that for me. It’s just a silly dream.”

Kid: “We promise you, we will get you so many pretty things. We will buy you entire stores if it makes you happy. We will go shopping for food if it makes you happy. We promise you, we will do anything you ask us to.”

I looked up at her, and I couldn’t help but notice her adorable face. However, I also saw tears welling up in her eyes. She spoke to me, her voice filled with emotion, “Y/n, I called to her and she told me she was just so happy. I couldn’t contain my emotions.”

Killer: “Let’s go to the ship first and see if the other members are okay.”

Kid: “Right.” 

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okay so this is my new update version so I hope this one a little better I’m sorry if it nit heheh I’m still working on writing so bare with me please

xxx

[yanderefarm]

i’ll get you a picture don’t worry💪 also a blasphemy kink is like “ohhhhh i wanna fuck a priest bc sin and corruption and stuff”

🪢

yeah pics or it didn't happen

omg hm..... y'know i think Phillip would really only have that if you were a devout man of faith... then he'd get off on the idea of corrupting you

noemie and silvan would probably both have it too like "ahhh~ don't forsake your faith to fuck me, sir~" while they wiggle their asses in the air

ajax i think would also get off on it like he's probably done shit with nuns and then like he sees you in a priest costume for Halloween or something and he's like "oh. oh fuck. i need to commit sins."

also. hear me out. nephite but he gets like more dead dove with it. like he'd have shameful fantasies about you being unable to control yourself and blaming him for tempting you to commit this heinous act while you have your way with him. and he would try to take that fantasy to the grave because he's so disgusted with himself. the real catholic guilt kink experience.

[cosmicluci]

Weird rant-y post, because I was just thinking about it.

But you know International Crimes? They’ve been a sadly very recent topic, showing up on the news a lot. They appear in fiction all the time. People talk about them.

They are Genocide, Crimes Against Humanity, War Crimes, and Crimes of Aggression. They’re also the crimes tried by the International Criminal Court, and defined in the Rome Statute. We’ve all heard about them.

The thing that annoys and concerns me is that a whole lot of people tend to mix them up, and I think it’s important to know the differences.

First, Crimes of Aggression are basically starting a war. One country attacking another country. That’s different from War Crimes, but I’ll talk about those later.

Big confusion people make is between Genocide and Crimes Against Humanity:

Genocide is acts taken purposefully to destroy in whole or in part a group. The international definition lists National, Ethnic, Racial, and Religious groups, but based on a consideration made during one of the trials in the ICTR all the way back in 1998, about the spirit of that law, it’s reasonable to consider it as encompassing any group that is similarly “Stable and Permanent”. This means it does necessarily include, say, regional groups, disabled people, and any part or all of the LGBTQ+ community. But it is purposefully about destroying a group, and it is always directed and specific.

Crimes Against Humanity, on the other hand, is about widespread and/or systematic attacks directed at a civilian population. This doesn’t always require specific intent, and it can be a lot more generalized. It also includes political persecution, and group persecution that isn’t necessarily about destruction. Apartheid is a Crime Against Humanity.

An important detail is that in no way is a Crime Against Humanity less severe, less heinous, less serious, than a Genocide. They’re both heinous. They’re often at equal levels of horror. Heck, a Crime Against Humanity can often have its own special types of cruelty. This is where you most commonly (though not exclusively) get state-sanctioned torture, or oppression lasting for decades or even hundreds of years. So let’s also not treat this as a lesser crime. It’s super duper not.

The next big difference is that Genocide and CAH are not War Crimes. I’ve seen a lot of people calling them that, or saying that people convicted for Genocide and CAH were convicted for war crimes. This one is troubling because it also creates the mistaken impression that those things happen in war, or that they’re always tied to war. That’s a HUGE mistake. As much as they’re often covered up with war, or people use war as an opportunity or justification to commit those crimes, they can just as much happen when there’s no war. And even when there is a war, those crimes don’t favor or are necessary for a war effort (of course, the perpetrators do like framing it as such, but we really shouldn’t put a lot of trust into what perpetrators say to justify their atrocities).

War Crimes are acts committed in violation of the rules about means and methods, and about protected persons, places, and objects, in a context of armed conflict. That’s a specific set of rules. This is also different from starting the war. A country can technically start an aggressive war (Crime of Aggression) and not commit war crimes, just as a country can take part in a war legally (for example, in self defense), but take actions that constitute War Crimes.

Another quick detail is that an act can be more than one thing. And similar acts taken in different contexts can be different crimes.

I doubt anyone will read this post, or read it this far. But if someone does, keep all of this in mind when looking at real world news. Israel, for example, hasn’t committed a Crime of Aggression against Palestine, but is committing Crimes Against Humanity, War Crimes, and Genocide. Some of those for way longer than the current conflict. Russia, on the other hand, committed a Crime of Aggression, and I’d argue all the others as well (long story about Genocide. We don’t usually hear about that, or about the hate rhetoric coming from Russia about Ukraine. Won’t go into it now. But there’s some troubling evidence that there very much is also a Genocide there).

Also think about it when we see it in fiction! Thanos in the MCU didn’t commit a genocide. His attack was generalized, unspecific, and undirected. He killed indiscriminately. It’s a Crime Against Humanity (or, I guess, in that case, not humanity? Maybe a Crime Against Sentiency. Not a Genocide, though).

In Star Wars, the Empire commits multiple genocides (in that case, a planetary group can be considered), as well as Crimes Against Sentiency in its oppression of populations. The Jedi Purge was a genocide as well. Meanwhile, we see Republic forces committing War Crimes (such as when they use the tactic of false surrender to lull CIS forces into a massacre, or the use of an enslaved army, or the recruitment of children), and even Genocide against the Geonosians. We do also have CIS forces committing international (or…interplanetary?) crimes, mind you. Especially Crimes Against Sentiency, attacking and oppressing civilian populations, or War Crimes as they use torture.

In Star Trek DS9, when the Cardassians enact a systematic and widespread oppression of the Bajorans, that’s a Crime Against Sentiency. But when they decide they should exterminate them, that’s Genocide. The Dominion trying to exterminate Cardassians is also Genocide. And when the Romulans hid weapons in their hospital base, that’s a War Crime.

[androgynealienfemme]

No one needs my two cents on the Neil Gaiman article but I’ll throw mine in anyways: it’s fucked up. He’s fucked up. It’s tragic that he wrote so many stories where there were incredible powerful women and he was committing heinous acts behind the scenes. It’s fucked up he would call himself an ally to lgbt people and rape a gay woman. It’s fucked up that he absolutely understands what he’s doing and the harm he’s causing and he does it anyways.

What keeps getting to me is that. He knows. He understands. And it wasn’t enough. It’s not enough. Abusive rapists can have all the knowledge in the world and they will still rape. They will still use their power against others. They will still feign innocence when caught.

On Amanda I have nothing to say. Women who stick by their piece of shit man through everything are a dime a dozen. It’s pathetic of her. And that’s all the thoughts I have on her.

I worry about their child though. I’m so deeply worried about the psychological harm these people are causing to him. it’s so fucked up. He’s so young and getting exposed to shit that can absolutely fuck him up for life and the worst part is? Neil Gaiman knows it because he went through it. The fucking cycle continues.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (69)

*Code names are for losers*

Festus: Yo, guys-

Lysistrata: Not now, Creed.

Festus: Just hear me out.

Sejanus: Bro, be quiet. Someone might hear us.

Festus: It’s very important.

Coryo: No. We’re going to do our history homework today-

Festus: Really, Coryo? Inside the school gymnasium?

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Festus: But you could always finish that stupid paper tomorrow-

Coryo: Professor Demigloss said that whoever passes their homework first gets a day off from school.

Festus: But it’s the middle of the night and we are about to commit a crime against Dr. Gaul!

Coryo: Creed, calm down. It’s not the end of the world. We’re just here to steal that crazy woman’s plans for this year’s Hunger Games.

Festus: Which is a crime! A dangerous crime!

Coryo: That we’ve all agreed to commit together.

Sejanus: And forever.😍

Io: I’m so excited! This is my first time committing such a heinous act! I feel so rebellious-

Vipsania: Don’t say that word. It’s forbidden.

Io: Rebellious.☺️

Vipsania: *gasp* She said it again!

Coryo: We’ll be fine.

Festus: But still!

Coryo: I don’t care. I’m getting that day off with my boyfriend.

Sejanus: Me and Coryo are going to go on a super secret romantic date. Afterwards, we’re going to-

Lysistrata: F*ck.

Sejanus: Obviously.

Coryo: This is why we shouldn’t finish each other’s sentences.

Festus: You two are going on a secret romantic date without me?!

Coryo: Fortunately.

Festus: But I want to go on that date too!

Hilarius: Can I join? I wanna take some cute candid photos of Coryo-

Coryo: Ew. No. Go away.

Hilarius: I’ll give you 20 bucks.

Coryo: Not enough.

Festus: How about we all go on a double date instead!

Coryo: A double date with who?

Festus: With me and Percy-

Hilarius: And me!😀

Sejanus: No! My Snowy and I need our ✨alone time✨ too!

Coryo: We’re going to-

Felix: F*ck. We know.

Festus: But I wanna go on a date with you guys!😫

Felix: Bro, lower your voice. No one knows we’re here, remember?

Festus: But-

Androcles: Shhhh! Do you hear that?

Coryo: Hear what?

Androcles: I think I heard someone or something squeaking-

Festus: That’s just my precious Odysseus.

Androcles: Who’s Odysseus?

Festus: My freaky pet rat.

Vipsania: Creed, I told you not to bring your ugly fat rat to school!

Festus: Sickle, my bro, don’t be like that. My Ody just wanted to run around and get some fresh air. That’s all.

Vipsania: Not inside the school gymnasium! I workout, eat, and sleep here for Panem’s sake!

Felix: Ney Ney, why do you even live here? Last time I checked, you and your super buff family live in a huge luxurious house that looks like a gym.

Vipsania: Yeah. However, my very competitive and delusion mother kicked me out last year.😞

Felix: Why? What did you do?

Vipsania: She thinks that I’m an enemy of the state for having more track and field medals than her. So she kicked me out.

Gaius: That’s wild, bro.

Domitia: Girl, your mother’s insane.

Hilarius: My parents kicked me out too. Now I live in a dumpster with Creed and his rats.😊

Festus: You don’t even pay rent.😒

Hilarius: I will. . . Someday.

Pup: How the mighty have fallen.

Florus: Sorrows and prayers.

Hilarius: Thanks-

Florus: Not you, Heavensbee. I’m giving my condolences to Ney Ney.

Vipsania: I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I still have my auntie Sickle.

Festus: Anyways-

Coryo: Babe, what’s the answer to question 7?

Sejanus: Read it for me, my love.😍

Coryo: Who is the current mayor of District 2?

Sejanus: Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly.

Coryo: Thanks, Babe.

Lysistrata: Is he a good person?

Sejanus: Mr. O’Rolly is not even a person. He’s just a piece of rock.

Lysistrata: Like literally?

Sejanus: He’s very solid.

Lysistrata: So a piece of rock is currently the mayor of District 2.

Sejanus: He’s been the mayor since we were in grade school.

Gaius: And nobody said anything?!

Dennis: Bro, where did your people even find Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly?

Sejanus: A random hobo found him “sitting” inside a cave 4 days before the election.

Urban: Who the f*ck would vote for a piece of rock?

Sejanus: Don’t judge my District! They’re trying their best!

Urban: To ruin their lives!

Coryo: Canville, shut up. We don’t have the right to judge them.

Urban: I can judge whoever I want!

Coryo: We literally voted a fluffy fat cat to be our official Capitol Mayor a few months ago.

Urban: But to be fair, Boa Bell is a good Mayor.

Sejanus: Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly is also a good Mayor, Ban Ban!

Urban: Is he cute?

Sejanus: No. He’s an ugly rock.

Urban: Can he respond back to you?

Sejanus: No.😞

Urban: That’s what I thought.

Pup: But don’t forget, the true leaders of Panem are a bunch of dogs.

Felix: They’re not just an ordinary bunch of dogs though. They’re-

Pup: A “sacred” pack of Bichon Frisé puppies. We get it.

Clemensia: Pup, does it bother you that your father is taking orders from a literal fur baby?

Pup: No. He loves it.

Festus: But seriously, guys-

Everyone: Creed, no.

Festus: Creed, yes!

Coryo: Ugh. Fine! Fire away.

Festus: Yey! So I was thinking-

Persephone: We’re now thinking?

Festus: No, not really. But since we’re going to stop the Hunger Games forever and save our Tributes from killing each other, we should start with creating our ✨code names✨.

Coryo: Code names?

Festus: Yeah! Code names like Class Pres-

Felix: “Class Pres” is not a code name, Creed. It’s short for Class President.

Festus: Yeah, right. Whatever you say, Class Pres.

Io: I’m with Creed on this one. Having code names are fun!

Juno: For what?

Io: For ✨Operation Felix✨!

Livia: Ew. Code names are for losers. I’m going with ✨Sparkly Sparkly 123✨.

Festus: That’s too long. Make it shorter.

Livia: Fine.🙄 I’m ✨Hot Pink✨.

Palmyra: I’m Monty-

Festus: No. you can’t have “obvious” code names.

Palmyra: Ok. I’m Palmyra-

Festus: Ugh! You guys are so bad at this.

Palmyra: But I’m Palmyra Monty-

Festus: I’ve decided that I’ll be the one to give you guys your code names.

Felix: That’s not fair-

Festus: Felix, you’ll be Hello Kitty.

Felix: I do love Hello Kitty.

Festus: Coryo, you’re Cabbage Soup.

Coryo: What?!

Festus: Sejanus, you’ll be Sugar Daddy.

Sejanus: Coryo’s sugar daddy.🥰

Festus: Palmyra, you’ll be Deadly Pie.

Palmyra: I’m Monty-

Festus: Livia, we all know you’re Hot Pink.

Livia: Obviously.

Festus: Florus, you can be Introvert John.

Florus: That- that actually makes sense.

Festus: Jasper, you’ll be Nuclear Lover.

Io: Ok!😊

Festus: Urban-

Urban: No.

Festus: You’re Anger Issues.

Urban: F*ck you.

Festus: Percy, you’re-

Persephone: Cannibal.☺️

Festus: No.

Coryo: She’s Cannibal, Creed. Deal with it.

Festus: Fine. Dennis, you’ll be Illegal Man Juan.

Dennis: Nice!

Festus: Iphigenia, you’re Super Mart.

Iphigenia: Isn’t that obvious?

Festus: Fine. You can be Skeletor.

Iphigenia: But-

Festus: Apollo, you’ll be Sunshine Valley.

Apollo: Yey!

Festus: Diana-

Diana: I’m Moony!

Festus: Ok. Ney Ney, you’re Buff Baby.

Vipsania: I can live with that.

Festus: Pup, you’ll be Commando Sleeper.

Pup: Cool.

Festus: Juno, you’re-

Juno: Princess Peach.

Festus: Princess B*tch?

Juno: Princess Peach, dumbass!

Festus: Fine! You’re Princess Witch! Happy?!

Juno: Like I care.🙄

Festus: Hilari, you’re-

Hilarius: Queen Bee! I’ll be Queen Bee!

Festus: Fine. Gaius, you’ll be-

Gaius: Zoolander!

Felix: That doesn’t make sense.

Gaius: My family owns the zoo.

Felix: That still doesn’t make sense-

Festus: Zoolander it is.

Gaius: That’s right!

Festus: Andie, you’ll be Catch Me If You Can.

Androcles: Nice!

Festus: Tia, you’re-

Domitia: Cheese Maiden!

Festus: Why?

Domitia: My family sells cheese.

Festus: Your family sells milk-

Domitia: And the best cheese.

Festus: Right. Arachne, you’re- Where’s Arachne?

Coryo: She’s asleep.

Festus: Good. She’ll be Spoon On My Nose.

Clemensia: She won’t like that-

Festus: She’s Spoon On My Nose. End of story.

Clemensia: She’ll kill you.

Festus: She won’t. Clemmie, you’ll be Blood Orange.

Clemensia: I rather be-

Festus: Blood Orange, do you copy?

Clemensia: Copy?

Festus: Good! Lizzie, you’ll be Droug Deleour-

Lysistrata: That’s too obvious! Call me something else.

Festus: Drug Delecour?

Lysistrata: Let’s stick with Droug Deleour. I’m Droug Deleour.

Felix: How about you, Creed? What’s your code name?

Festus: I’m-

Livia: Garbage?

Juno: Dumbass!

Dennis: Rat Boy!

Coryo: Cheesecake!

Sejanus: Burger!

Festus: No! I’m Eagle One!

Everyone: Heck, no!

Festus: Fine. I’ll go with Garbage Man 123.😔

[hautarche]

This blog has been Path of Exile-themed since I made it two years ago and yet I think I’ve only posted two or three PoE things in that whole time. Lemme rectify that.

I like the gameplay of Path of Exile 2. You annihilate the ever-loving fuck out of endless droves of monsters. It sounds good. It looks good. It gambles good, without doing a thing to your wallet.

Path of Exile 2's story, on the other hand, is kind of nothing.

I’ll sing what praises I can first. To the lay gamer, it's more accessible and parse-able than PoE 1’s story – PoE 2 has some short cinematics, it forces you to spend time actually doing some story-relevant stuff to impart weight to certain plot developments, and the player exile talks a lot more than they do in the first game. It's immediately way more focused on a clear goal that drives the entire plot, with few diversions from momentum towards that goal. It retains the first game’s unwavering commitment to dark, gory spectacle, to the eldritch, and to a general dearth of unambiguous heroism.

…Yeah, that’s about all I can say that’s good. I’m having three distinct issues with the story:

The racisms. I’m not talking about whatever small racisms might be found in the depictions of the Karui, Maraketh, or Vaal (which are Māori-inspired, Amazons using a vague mélange of Middle/Far East aesthetics, and a mass-human-sacrifice-powered Mayincatec civilization, respectively), as these cultures are depicted as being just as complex, storied, and worthy of dignity as the white civilizations shown in the game (e.g. Ezomytes or the heavily Norse-themed Kalguurans). I specifically am talking about the Orok and the Azak, two scantily-clad, fetich-wielding, pre-Stone Age, bone jewelry-wearing, cannibalistic mutant black jungle tribes; the Azak look like this, for reference, and yet the Orok are supposed to be the ones that have “canine mutations”. I’m reading some 60s-era Marvel comics right now, and I gotta tell you, the Azak and Orok have an uncanny similarity to those comics’ depictions of African and South American “jungle tribes”. It’s not that I have a specific issue with any one part of this depiction of black people – as you can take any one of the descriptors I used for the Azak/Orok and apply it to another group in PoE which I have no problem with – but rather that, in the totality of their presentation, the Azak and the Orok are quintessential Black Savages of Africa stereotypes. Worse, they are, with the exception of two characters*, the only black people in the entire setting.

The lack of themes (this is the big one). PoE 1’s story is rife with themes; I’m not telling you it’s on the level of a good book or show or movie or any work of art whose primary draw is its narrative, but it clearly does want to say something. PoE 1’s story is about justice systems, meritocracy, class warfare, etc., as I’ve written about in more detail elsewhere and years in the past. Not included in that excerpt is that it’s also about religion, principally framed through the Templar faith, a Roman Catholic allegory; it’s about religious hypocrisy, brutality, and prejudice, and how faith can be used to insincerely excuse or genuinely motivate heinous acts. Even after bona fide gods had been introduced into the story in 2017, it retained this message, just made slightly more allegorical by the gods themselves wreaking divine devastation; in fact, it further deepened the message by driving home that the original intentions of a faith’s founders and even the words of its gods mean nothing – only the actions of the faithful do. And all this is without getting into the smaller stories w/ their own messages e.g. Oshabi’s backstory or the Conquerors of the Atlas. On the other hand, what are the themes of PoE 2? Yaoi hand demons? Fleshy hentai demons? There are two wolves inside Count Geonor, and they both fuse into a bigger two-mouthed wolf? PoE 2 hasn’t fucking got any themes. It’s focused on creating a rollicking action-adventure through gorgeous and varied vistas, and on expanding the world set forth by the first game, not on being anything more than that. It’s disappointing.

Last and least: Jamanra, the second act’s villain, is lackluster. Count Geonor, villain of Act I, is introduced in the character select screen by ordering your execution, the very first hub zone you enter is a soggy logging camp converted into a refuge for those fleeing his increasingly unhinged wrath, and by the time you get close to him you can see his madness made manifest as the town around his manor burns. You can feel Geonor of Ogham. He drives the entire plot. Act III doesn’t have a villain, per se – it starts as a treasure hunter adventure, transitions to you going back in time to find experts on Corruption, and ends with you beating up Ancient Aztec Iron Man until he can be talked into helping you – but it works just as well as Act I. You get to see the ruined grandeur of the Vaal Empire first, desecrated but often beautiful, and then you get to see it at its glorious height, which provides great context for what will happen if you fail in your quest while also driving home how grand and terrible the Vaal were. Its final boss, Doryani, stands in contrast both to the prior bosses and to you; he shares the other bosses’ unbreakable patriotic resolve, and he seeks to stop the Beast just like you, but unlike anyone else he’s completely free of any morals bar the desire to see his people prosper, and that gets exhibited bombastically in his crazy technology and the literal lakes of blood that fuel it. It’s no wonder that Geonor and Doryani are used in the promotional trailers for Early Access; they have rizz and menace aplenty. Jamanra does not have what they have. His growly angry shouty lines are generic, you barely interact with him or his schemes, his Corruption-fueled madness feels derivative of Geonor but there is nothing to tell or show you what he was like before its onset, and the whole Faridun-Maraketh feud is too vaguely alluded to for the player to muster much understanding or care at all (not helped by literally the only Maraketh who seems to actually be prejudiced against the Faridun being the player Sorceress, so 5 out of 6 character choices do not expose you to the hateful feelings that supposedly drive this conflict!). Since the entirety of Act 2 is structured around chasing Jamanra as he seeks to empower the Beast and cultivates a progressively longer zombie skirt, his weakness makes the entire story of the Act brittle.

I dunno. The game’s still in Early Access and probably will be for most of 2025. The gameplay will undoubtedly see tons of tweaks and updates, but it would be silly to expect the story to change for the better. I feel like I’m the only one narked about 1), and I really don’t think it’s going to change even if more people are audibly upset about it, ‘cause changing it would involve changing three zones, most of an NPC’s dialogue, a boss, two quasi-boss encounters, and at least 15 monster types. I’m more optimistic about 2), since PoE 1’s updates have incrementally enriched the story’s themes, and I remember how lackluster the aforementioned introducing-the-gods expansion was before all the updates that really cooked with its premise… but some of PoE 1’s themes were ALREADY core to the narrative before later expansions and leagues built upon them. 3) would require monumental effort to fix, since Jamanra is load-bearing for his Act.

Tl;dr PoE 2 story sucks, unlike with the first game I’m actually begging you to ignore the story on this one

*Servi and Apus. The two of them hail from a tribe contemporary to the Azak and the Orok, but it’s so unimportant we don’t even know its name; Apus has no lines and is so unimportant that many players just miss him outright, and even lorehead KittenCatNoodle did not realize he was actually in the game.

[themasterofalchemy]

I can’t control her, no one can

Please don’t look in my mirror Inside lives an eldritch horror She’ll flash you a heinous smile Then commit acts most vile

I can only watch helplessly She brings a gun to my mouth Reminds me I’ll never be believed And one day she’ll take me down south

You should be hiding I hear her footsteps coming Don’t, dont let her touch you - Here, hide here with me

My soul is past due Yours does not have to be I’m afraid of her too But you, you can leave

I beg you to run when you get the chance Don’t even look back, not even a glance

I’ll distract her