#i'll stop trying to justify my gif choices

[khaopybara]

@/dorn.slpnw: finally🥳

[sky-kiss]

Shadowheart/F!Tav: Ephemeral

A/N: Named Tav. And this is highly indulgent and just for me lol. But y'all can look if you want. Post Haarlep encounter. Because we stan a kinky queen.

Shadowheart/F!Tav: Laughing, Thriving, Gloating, at your Expense (Affectionate)

"Far be it from me to gloat," Shadowheart says, gloating. "But I recall speaking to something like this—what was it again?" 

The rush of blood in Joi's ears makes it difficult to think, let alone reflect. She tries to speak and ends up swallowing the words, chin dropping to her chest. It's a frankly surreal sensation—there are hands on her body, cupping, caressing, someone is mouthing at her throat…but it's nothing. The phantom pleasure is equal parts too much and too little, nerve strokes without pressure. 

Shadowheart hums. The heat of her makes it…better or worse, it's difficult to tell. She is blessedly solid, real, when she presses close, fingers stroking through Joi's hair. "Ah, I recall.  Unlikely to dispense carnal pleasures out of the goodness of their heart…does that sound correct? Feel free to nod your agreement. You seem quite…preoccupied." 

Joi nods. 

Some rational part of her brain realizes the half-elf is within her rights to feel this superiority—she had warned her about Haarlep's intentions. It's just that there's another part, the one not currently buzzing with abstract pleasure, that wants to protest. She'd had no choice—a lie, there'd been no reason to break into the House to start aside from her own wounded ego—but to play with Haarlep. 

"I thought," the tiefling starts, only to stop, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. "You'd be at least somewhat bothered." 

Shadowheart's lips curl up, bemused, a touch patronizing. "Not at all—I quite like you like this. And I rarely get the chance to just…observe." The phantom hands shift down her body, and she suffers the jarring impression of her legs being spread, even as she stands perfectly still. Something must show on her face because Shadow laughs again, walking her further into the alley. The cleric has the presence of mind to tuck them in a little alcove. "Go on—don't stop for my sake." She drags her lips across Joi's cheek. "If you can summon the presence of mind, I'd welcome any particularly sordid details."

Joi shivers, screwing her eyes shut against the sensation of something pushing inside her. Her mind struggles to adjust, trying to justify the texture, the duality of feeling achingly full and empty all at once. 

"My, that must have been good." Shadowheart's smiling, too damnably satisfied. She eases Joi's legs apart, slotting herself between her spread thighs. 

"Just…" she chokes. Shadowheart saves her with another kiss, swallowing her moan. It's a little like being at sea, the sensation of being rocked, something thrusting lazily into her. For the briefest moment, she feels the link to Haarlep solidify. They're more present, sticking inside her head, dragging their teeth across her mind. Their hand, her hand, ghosts down her stomach. Shadowheart marks its path, smirking, tangling their fingers together. 

"If your only intent is to stand here slack-jawed, I'll be tempted to put your mouth to better work." The cleric murmurs, and something in her tone, dark and authoritative, makes Joi clutch around nothing. 

And she feels something like Haarlep's approval, violently hungry, driving themself down on their partner in response to Shadowheart’s words. It steals the air from Joi's lungs. 

"You try holding a civil conversation when you're being…" She hisses, hugging her lover tighter. A shock of electric pleasure kisses along her spine, the sensation of being stretched to her breaking point, the phantom pleasure pressing and pressing for just a little more. Haarlep coos in her head, and she feels the point where her body gives. There should be nothing left, but Haarlep ensures she takes it. Joi fights to swallow, voice hoarse. "No elegant way to say you’re feeling...very full." 

"Mmm. Any guesses what you're full of?" Shadowheart laughs at her incredulous expression. "Not so strange a question, is it? I'd like to know if I'll be competing with an Orthon to satisfy you in the future."  

"You'd rise to the occasion." 

"But of course. But it would necessitate a touch more effort." She hums against Joi's lips, rocking against her thigh. Shadow chews her lower lip, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "Do we think it's Raphael fucking you, sweet one? Should I be jealous?" Joi gasps, trying to push the image out of her head. "Of course, if you can't explain what they're doing to you…well, there's always the option of showing me later?" 

"Yes." 

"No need to convince you at all. Shame." Shadowheart pats her cheek. "You’re so eager. It’s sweet." 

It's openly patronizing. It still manages to twist something low in the tiefling's belly, naked want flooding through her. On principle, Joi grumbles, "You're upsetting Haarlep."

Shadowheart laughs. "Liar.  But I shan't keep you so…mentally occupied. Allow me." 

Her lover's hand steals under her robes and between her legs, adding a blessed solidity to the otherwise ephemeral pleasure. 

[bonny-kookoo]

is seven days yoongi's oc also inexperienced? how do they meet bonbon? seven days yoongi is such a dream i wanna be his baby too 🥺

Seven Days Yoongi's oc was inexperienced when they met. Now she's certainly not haha

"You can stay and watch the soundcheck if you want." Your friend says, as she picks up her keys. "I'll have to get back to work. Text me when you leave and get back to your hotel though!" She says, hugging you once before she disaappears.

You've never been this close to a stage, so in between the whole hassle going on around it.

Walking around, you find a nice spot to watch the band prepare, one of the bass players starting a random beat you nod your head to while you lean on the edge of the stage, looking around.

It's then that you notice someone squatting almost in the middle of the stage, his head turned towards you, nodding along the same beat with a slight smile on his face as he clearly watches you. It flusters you, and causes you to tense up, instantly stopping all movement as you watch him stand up and slowly walk towards you.

When he leans down again, he watches you for a second, intrigued by your contradicting body language. You hold eye contact, the rest of your body trying to act tough and confident. But he can spot your hands fidgeting, the way you chew the inside of your lip, how you correct the placement of your feet.

Interesting.

"Is there something you need?" He asks you, and you're taken aback by his rather low voice, before you shake your head.

"No- my friend works here, she's.. Kim Hara? She's one of the safety team.." you try and explain and justify your presence, and he seems to think for a second before he nods.

"She never told me she's got such pretty friends." He flirts, and you're completely caught off guard by that. "Sorry, I'm usually not like this. Apologies to your boyfriend." He jokes, and you lean back a little, letting go of the stage.

"Ah well, thanks for.. the compliment?" You say, or almost question more so. "And, there's no boyfriend so, yeah.." you say, and he can see how uncomfortable you seem to become.

"I'm really sorry if that gave the wrong message." He says more seriously now, voice sounding a bit kinder. "I don't take on groupies or anything like that. Was just.. curious, since I've never seen you around before." He says, and you seem to relax quite a bit at that.

"Oh I'm not part of the crew." You shake your head. "Just.. IT stuff. Hara said you guys had some last-minute technical issues and no one was able to figure out what was up so.. I jumped in, cause I'm staying in a hotel here close by." You shrug, explaining your situation.

"I assume you fixed it then, considering all is working now." He chuckles, sitting down with his legs dangling off the side of the stage. "You gonna be here tonight?" He asks, but you shake your head.

"No, I didn't buy tickets." You say sheepishly. "I.. like your music, but I also like being able to afford food." You joke, and he laughs.

"Thats understandable-" He agrees, watching you while he plays with his microphone. "-and a very good choice to make." He nods, making you smile, a lot more comfortable now- before you tense up again.

"Oh God you're supposed to be rehearsing right?" You suddenly remember, stepping away from him. "I'm sorry- I should leave anyways, it was really nice meeting you though!" You thank him, bowing politely.

"Hey, before your run off-" he asks, reaching out his hand to wave you closer so he doesn't have to shout. "-is it okay if I ask Hara later for your number?" He wonders bluntly, and you tense up again.

You're really jumpy. He wonders what must've happened to you to make you act like everything's constantly a threat.

"I- yeah? I mean okay, but, didn't you say you didn't" you wonder, and he nods.

"And I meant that." He agrees. "But I'm also just a guy who's spotted a pretty girl right now, and I wanna get to know you if you're okay with that." He says, and you're hesitant.

That's Min Yoongi. Rapper, singer, producer, artist- an entertainer. The man he wants you to think he is, might jot be who he really is down the line. And yet there's something about him, something about this simplicity in which he handles this whole ordeal that just draws you in.

Maybe you could give him a chance.

[ovwechoes]

Games in the Shadows: Sombra (Evil) x Reader (GN)

Thank you for the request anon ! I enjoyed working on this, and I've left it under the cut since it's a bit lengthy. My asks are open, and any opinions/suggestions are welcome c: Themes: blood, physical aggression, SFW/no sexual content, villain AU.

It was a night just like any other. You were working late for a cybersecurity company that outsourced its workers on a temporary basis. You were fortunate enough to have a 6 month contract with them, but you never realised the extent of their work. You had spent countless nights working late, stuck at your computer and trying to catch up with what was left on your plate from your co-workers. It wasn't something that bothered you though; the silence in the office, the lights of the street across from the windows, the tranquillity you felt in your isolation were enough to justify the long nights. And so you kept working head on, adamant to leave the office by 3am at the most. But the more you worked, the more you realised just how much was left to complete. It was going to be a draining night, and you were unprepared for what was going to come next.

1am finally rolled around; you were left with mental fog, and decided to step away from your setup for a moment and get something to eat. One of the benefits of this company was that all meals were paid for, and you could eat whenever you wanted. You chose a comfort dish to help you energise for the next lap of work you were faced with, and let it cook in the microwave while you scrolled social media. You found yourself doomscrolling news outlets discussing a vigilante raiding online spaces, creating havoc and chaos wherever they explored online, all behind a faceless icon and name. The news were eating their actions up, and you couldn't help but be drawn by the way they discussed them. Their name was S, thats all they left as a calling card. No one could access their information, and the public were left blind as to what was being done to stop them. Recently, S had arranged attacks on airports, rendering their systems useless and grounding any planes that were planning to take off. Aircraft and travel companies lost millions, and they was determined to be behind it. You were somewhat impressed, but knew cyber companies, like yours, were on their hitlist. It was bound to happen, but at least you knew as much as you could about them now.

The microwave clicked, rang it's usual bell to tell you it was finished, and you quickly put your phone away to enjoy this dish. You brought it back to your desk in an effort to not waste more time than was necessary. And as you enjoy yourself, the warm feeling filling your heart and stomach as you ate each bite carefully, that's when you noticed it. A small notification in the right hand corner of your screen; anyone could've missed it, but it seemed to linger on your screen with no ability to close it or see where it came from.

"That looks good, are you enjoying yourself?" The notification said, leaving you confused and dazed. You couldn't find the origin of it, and there was no trace of a hack on you. What was this? Your mind filled itself with ideas as you let your dish slowly get cold. You saw it swiftly disappear, before another took it's place.

"You're a smart one. How about we put that brain to use and play a game? I'll make it worth your while - S". How could it be them? Who was S? You knew companies like yours were bound to be hit, but this soon? Right after you watched those videos? Something didn't feel right, and the impending doom that was filling your chest was only growing as the seconds passed by. Your mind flashed with possibilities, endlessly counting over the ideas of what this 'game' could be. You had no choice but to accept, out of sheer confusion and curiosity. You didn't want to lose everything, and give up in fear of what S may do to retaliate.

You were left with no choice, and you said under your breath "I'll have to won't I? What are you planning?". Your tone was sharp, and filled with embarrassment. There was no one else there with you in the office, and yet you still felt silly speaking to yourself. What would people think if they looked back on the security footage and saw you doing this? It was shameful, but you didn't know how else to tell S that you agreed with their game.

The notification left again, and after a minute or so passed, another took it's place, but this time it was at the centre of your screen. It was much bigger, with the background of the text box being purple now instead of the default theme. "Would you rather keep the lights on or the heating on?" You were confused, what did this mean? It felt like you were being left out of key information, and it was killing you alive. You sat quietly, considering your options. What would cause the least amount of fallout, and what choice could you live with yourself choosing? Everything with S had a deeper meaning, you assumed, and you went with your gut and chose heating. Lights are easily replaced with flashlights and the sun that would rise again in the morning. She couldn't stop them, but you knew heating was one of the biggest needs for humans. You uttered the choice you made, as though you were scared of the outcome. And that's when it happened.

You instantly noticed the lights that danced on your skin through the window across your desk were flickering at first. They were fighting back what was happening to them, and you were left in a terrified state as you watched street lights, home lights, dim lights left around the office all turn off, one after another. A complete blackout. All that was left was your computer. And suddenly, everything felt... hotter. As though the heating was turned up instantly. You could feel sweat pushing itself through your clothes quickly, as you felt you were being boiled alive, cemented to your chair. Your hair was quickly damp, and your breathing laboured. You were felt feeling overwhelmed, sticky, and as though you were suffocating on the humid air surrounding you. Your eyes watered, and you tried to focus as you heard noises across the office.

You darted your gaze around, trying desperately to see what's going on, if someone was there, before a new notification appeared on your computer with a chime this time attached to get your attention. You couldn't think properly, and you wondered whether everyone in the area was going through this too, or just you? You didn't know, but you couldn't focus on that right now, only how to stop this. Your computer was rendered useless the minute you agreed to the game - you couldn't counter the attacks, access internet connection, trace back the breach, or do anything with your mouse and keyboard. Your computer was now just a monitor, being used by S to torture you and subject you to their cruelty. The notification began to repeatedly chime, bringing you back to reality from your imagination and thoughts. You slowly read what the next prompt was, and you were left horrified.

"Would you rather be attacked physically or digitally?" You had an inkling as to what this would mean, as though your intuition was working overtime to predict the possibilities. You knew if you chose digitally, then the attacks would be harsh on the area, and understood what would happen if you chose physically. You had to decide whether to hurt yourself, or everyone around you. It was a decision that weighed heavily on your conscience, and the more the notification chimed, the more overwhelmed you became. You knew what you had to do, and needed to find the strength deep down to accept your fate. All that was left to utter the word 'physical' and you'd meet face to face with your demise.

And so you did exactly that - you let the word fall from your lips, in hopes that your end would be quick and painless. You felt as though God himself wasn't able to help you anymore; your once peaceful isolation was filled with paranoia, fear and anxiety. All you could do was stay frozen in your chair, watching as your computer screen accepted your answer, followed by a new screen that showed S' infamous calling card. A hacker symbol, as though it was her graffiti tag, was placed front and centre of your computer. You were hopeless, and were left stunned as you heard footsteps grow louder, closer. Your heart raced, and your mind panicked at the possibilities of what could be coming. Was it a group? Were they going to shoot you, batter you, abuse you? The uncertainty was killing you, and it made your soul shake within itself.

That's when you heard it clearly, whoever was here was behind you, and you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and face your abuse front and centre. You closed your eyes, and tried to calm the racing heart that was pounding against your ribcage. You felt as though you were going to die from a heart attack or heat stroke before whoever was behind you would get a chance to strike. Maybe that would've been better, you considered. Maybe then you wouldn't have to possibly live with the guilt of your decisions. You felt disgusted with yourself, and before you could linger with that feeling further, you felt a cold, heavy hand grasp your hair. It's fingers laced itself between your hair strands, and it held your head in place with a strength you weren't prepared for.

The hand on your head pulled it back, forcing your eyes to stay tightly shut, too afraid to open and witness what was in front of you. You played in your mind memories from the past, let yourself reminisce one last time before you were met with your choice. You suddenly felt warm air drift across your cheeks, as though someone was breathing right on you. It made you sweat more, slowly realising how close your attacker was; it made your heart sink deeper into your chest, with the anxiety building to a point of no return. You kept your eyes shut, and stayed frozen in place, unable to bring yourself to fight back against them. You were left hopeless, as though you were a rabbit being hunted down by a lone wolf.

"Open your eyes, Chiquillo/a, I can't keep playing with you if you won't even look at me" they said, their voice feminine and yet dominating. You felt as though your mind was being abused by their voice, it rattled inside your skull as though it was poisonous. Their tone was sharp, and assertive, with a hint of playfulness. The grip on your hair was growing stronger, pulling your head further back, before you could feel them press against your cheek. "You're only making things worse for yourself by ignoring me. Either open your eyes, or I will for you." the voice stated, in a much more frustrated tone once they realised how vigilant you were staying with keeping your eyes closed. They enjoyed watching you writhe under their grip, as though they were playing with their food. It was torture, but you knew if you didn't open your eyes it would be much worse. You couldn't handle it anymore, and so you let your eyes slowly widen, taking in the figure that was watching you. Your computer was the only thing letting you see them, with it's glow highlighting only what they wanted you to see.

When you looked at the figure from the corner of your eye, the first thing you noticed was their mask. It covered their eyes, obscuring any features you could see from the apples of their cheeks and up. It reminded you of a masquerade mask, but with cybernetic features. It had glowing LEDs throughout, helping you see just how intricate it's design was. As you continued analysing your newfound enemy, you noticed something else almost instantly. This figure was a woman. You were caught off guard, but it didn't change how terrified you were. Your heart raced as you studied the design of her outfit, her mask, her lips. You were left dumbfounded at the woman that stood there, gripping your hair and standing so close to you that she probably could feel the blood rushing through your veins. Your mind was scattered, and you had no words left to use to defend yourself.

"Good. You know how to follow directions; looks like you're not all that useless." the woman said in a stern way, still holding you close to her as she ushered these words into your ears. You felt vulnerable, and knew this was just the beginning of what she was planning. "You know who I am by now, don't you?" she asked, in a teasing way, as though she enjoyed the mystery surrounding her identity. You shook your head, not able to formulate words to respond to her with. Your mind was blank, and your body was a puppet being used by this woman. You were under her control already, and you couldn't bring yourself to even mutter a word to her. How could she be so powerful? Who was she? "It doesn't matter either way, it's not like you'll live to tell the tale after all. Name's Sombra, nice to finally meet you after our game. I've been watching this company for a while, especially you. You're the only one who's gotten close to finding my breeches, and it's time that you were put down once and for all." Your core shook with anxiety. You were face to face with, presumably, S. How could this happen? How could she know these things? And how could you let this happen? Your mind raced with possibilities, and you couldn't process what was happening fully before she slammed your head against the keyboard. Your mind fluttered in and out of consciousness, with the pounding from your heart now in your head. She enjoyed watching you cry in pain, unable to bring yourself to stop her.

"You're the perfect toy for me to use right now, and I can't wait to watch you crumble. People like you deserve it." her words echoed throughout your mind, as she whispered in your ear with sheer enthusiasm. You were done, and your crime was working tonight. You were left hopeless, out of control, and wanting to escape. But you couldn't. Your body was disconnected from your mind now, and you had no choice but to endure it.

You felt nothing but peace before blacking out. At least you weren't present for what Sombra did to your body, the violence it endured. You were thankful for the fact that your mind was protecting you from the trauma inflicted. You were blacked out, and unconscious until 5am, when you woke to paramedics rushing you out of the building with co-workers surrounding your body in panicked states. You couldn't remember what happened beyond those last words spoken to you, and you wish you could to help the police stop her.

Your office space was declaired a crime scene; blood stained your keyboard and mousepad, your desk was splintered from repeated slams into it, your chair broken and your computer screen was smashed, with one final notification on it. No one could get rid of it, and it stained the screen with light burns. Everyone who read it felt unnerved, and you weren't told what it was until you were interviewed by detectives. Once you found out, your blood boiled. You felt disgusted, as though you were just the start of something more sinister. As you tried to recover in hospital, the final notification replayed over and over in your mind, as though Sombra was saying it to you directly.

"Let this scene be a warning for anyone who tries to stand in my way. The pain your company has caused people will be exposed, and I will be watching the downfall of those undeserving of mercy with a smile on my face. - S"

[mybworlds]

Chapter 10: Into the depths

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Summary: Arya, Sandor and Sandor continue their journey. Arya and Sansa keep arguing, while Sandor notices how different the two sisters are from each other.

Chapter Warnings: language, violence

Masterlist

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"You're a bloody old hick!" cried Arya.

"One more word and I'll make you eat that tongue!" barked the Hound angrily.

"You're a murderer, you're … so horrible that even Hell doesn't want you!" resumed Arya.

Arya and the Hound had done nothing but quarrel since they had left the Whispering Wood, Sansa in contrast had become tremendously taciturn. Sansa sighed from time to time and prayed that she might be able to save her mother and brother lives.

"Say something to this-this filthy worm!" hissed Arya, turning for the first time to her sister in the hope of finding support, but Sansa-who sat on Stranger-only gave her a long, stern look. Arya seemed to see her mother's reproachful gaze and lowered her gaze, finally becoming silent.

"Seven cursed Hells be thanked!" blurted out the Hound, and Sansa smiled.

However, Arya's verbal - and then physical - confrontations toward Sandor Clegane continued so that he finally blurted out in exasperation, "Next time you try to hit me, I'll tie your hands behind your back. Next time you try to run away, I'll tie your feet. Scream, screech, try to bite me, and I'll put a gag on you. We can ride together, or I can slam you sideways into the saddle like a slaughter sow. The choice is yours."

Sansa turned a glance toward her sister; she wanted to silently tell her to stop acting like a wild horse, but her sister mimicked an obscene epithet with her lips that made her blush violently.

The two sisters stood together, but each ignored the other: Sansa watched the fire crackle and felt tremendously alone. Arya stood aside in a tree with her legs dangling.

The Hound was watching the scene and for some strange reason, he felt almost obliged to approach the little bird who had a tremendously sad expression painted on her face.

"Your sister is not easy," he said as he approached her.

"Yeah. She always has been in truth, but since she has been completely alone she has gotten worse. She's aggressive, always furious, always … looking for something."

"Revenge." completed for her Sandor "She in a way reminds me of me, angry and always wanting to avenge the wrongs she has suffered."

"Yes, but she takes it out on me for everything. Even if it rains! I am the cause of his every misfortune, maybe I was wrong to take Joffrey's side, but … I thought doing so was the right thing." she tried to justify herself "Arya will never forgive me."

"Maybe." he said, "Or maybe time a moon or two and she'll laugh about it."

"Arya? You don't know her." contradicted him Sansa "Besides, she hates that I take your side, she says you're … a murderer."

"But I am," he agreed.

Sansa looked at him "I know who you are, but I also believe there is good in you."

Sandor looked at the red-haired girl "You're too good, you only see what you want to see." he shook his head and for a moment looked at the flames "But there is nothing in me but death and destruction. Those four pricks in that cave reminded me of that."

She looked at him in amazement "So the words of Beric Dondarrion and Thoros were enough for you to believe this again!"

"I am that! Only death and destruction for Sandor Clegane."

"I don't believe that! I mean look at what you are doing for me and for Arya! Isn't what you are doing a commendable act?"

"I'm doing it for money, not for the fucking desire to travel, sleep in the open, and piss wherever!" barked the Hound.

Sansa swallowed as she looked away: she didn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it.

In truth, he did not believe it himself, but he said it in a tone that was particularly convincing that the eldest of the Starks desisted from further words on the subject.

Sandor did not sleep that night: he watched over the two Stark sisters. The youngest went to sleep away from the fire and hid behind a bush; when Sandor went to check on her she addressed him with an epithet worthy of Flea Bottom. The eldest, the one who had entrusted herself totally to him, curled up not far from the fire and fell asleep shortly after telling him, "I trust you."

Why was that sweet little girl constantly reminding him how much trust she placed in him?

What did she really want from him?

But had she really seen his face?

Didn't she know that he is a murderer, a monster?

But what expectations?

Yet she persisted in seeing that tiny, invisible part of him that she called "good."

The Hound thought he would do anything for her, but especially not to disappoint her expectations.

If Stark was under the illusion that those pretty little words she liked so much were enough to turn him into a prince or a lord, she had completely mistaken the person!

He was a free man whose goal was to bring a person home in exchange for money, period. What could have been praiseworthy or good about that?

Nothing, he answered himself.

But then why did he feel that those words about making that trip for money suddenly rang false to him?

With that question in his mind, he slowly slipped into a sleep tormented by the heat of the fire and the burning of flesh, of his flesh.

At the first light of dawn the first to awaken was Arya who would have very, very much wanted to strike and kill that monster, but she saw with horror that instead the monster had fallen asleep within a stone's throw of her sister; she approached Sansa who was sleeping with her lips parted and her arms abandoned near the now extinguished fire and roused her.

"Wha - ?" she made to ask Sansa, but Arya clamped her mouth shut.

"Let's go away." she mimicked with her lips so that the Hound would not hear her.

Sansa shook her head and stood there, still.

Arya took her sister's hand "Do it for our family." she told her in a whisper.

"He," Sansa said, pointing to Sandor, "is taking us to our mother and brother."

Arya shook her head "It's a deception. He wants to sell us. I heard that."

Sansa thought perhaps her sister had a point, but something made her trust the man as strong as he was uncouth, and so she did not move.

"You are so stupid," Arya scolded her.

"He is our best protection," Sansa reminded her.

Arya cursed her sister and went off to train somewhere.

Sansa was now awake, the Hound was still resting, so she told herself it might be best to freshen up: she walked over to the river and gently bathed her feet. The water was cold, but Sansa found it most pleasant. She closed her eyes and prayed that they might make it in time to get the rest of her family to safety, that Arya might love her again, and that the Hound might find some serenity.

Praying to the gods, she took off what was left of her dress and carefully observed that the scratches and bruises from that horrendous episode in the woods were almost completely gone, then she entered the water and felt a sense of well-being, wet her hair and sang a dirge that her mother used to sing to her when she was a child.

When the Hound opened his eyes Arya and Sansa Stark had disappeared, he got up suddenly and drew his sword, where on earth had they gone?

Had someone kidnapped them?

But as he wondered this, he barely got into the grove and saw that little demon Arya Stark prancing and moving like a Braavos dancer.

He approached her, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Practicing." she replied concentrating and resuming moving her little sword and doing a little somersault in the air shortly after.

"In what? Ways to dying?" he asked, mocking her.

"No one's gonna kill me," she replied confidently.

"They will if you dance around like that. That's no way to fight."

"It's not fighting," she explained to him, "it's water dancing."

"Dancing"? Maybe you ought to put on a dress. Who taught you that shite?" he laughed.

"The greatest swordsman who ever lived: Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos."

He spat upon seeing that kind of dance "And where is he now?"

"He's dead."

"And who killed him?"

"Meryn Trant."

"The greatest swordsman who ever lived, killed by Meryn fucking Trant? Any boy whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants."

"Syrio didn't HAVE a sword! OR armor!" she screamed.

"The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword?" he laughed again "All right, you have a sword. Let's see what he taught you."

Arya twirled the little sword and struck the Hound, but his armor was too thick and Arya's sword too blunt to really do any damage, and so the only result was that the little girl's weapon barely grazed Sandor's armor, who, tired of the little Stark's words and gestures, struck her and reminded her that it was useless to try to hurt him or send him to Hell: he was the only chance to try to get to the Twin Towers before his uncle's wedding.

Then he turned away to go look for the other one, the little bird.

As he thought about where she might be hiding, he heard an angelic voice singing a sweet song, a song he did not know, and he slowly approached and saw her in the river. He should have immediately retraced his steps, but the backward vision of that little body stopped him in his tracks, her small back, the curve of her buttocks half disappearing between the waters of the stream and her arms washing over her paralyzed him.

He felt as if gripped by a force that even he could not defeat, even if he wanted to.

His heart began to beat strangely and differently in his chest….

A noise roused him from those thoughts that were taking on sinful overtones, and then, not to be caught looking at Sansa, he shouted looking the other way, "STARK!"

Sansa winced and covered her breasts bringing her arms to her chest and lowering herself just to cover her buttocks, how long had the Hound been there?

"Wait, please don't turn around," she shouted to be heard and having said these words she stepped out and covered herself wearing that little dress-once so beautiful and precious-now tiny.

The dress adhered to her figure leaving little to the imagination of others.

When she reached the man, he took a long look at her and she felt … strange.

"You're cold." he told her in an almost amused tone.

"I'm not." she asserted, but she was lying.

Sandor observed her body noticing her nipples turgid from the cold "Your body says otherwise."

Sansa looked at herself, then blushed and replied by telling him, "Don't look at me!"

"It's impossible not to, little bird," he bounced her, smiling wryly.

"Well, do it!" she ordered him, "From today, please don't look at my body anymore. You make me uncomfortable!" he added.

And it was true, every time Sandor looked at her, even a handful of seconds longer, it made her feel uncomfortable, something she could not even define, but it started from inside, from the center of her body and made her feel … incredibly strange and nervous.

Sandor smiled, grotesquely, but he smiled.

How long he had not been smiling he could not even remember!

With that little girl by his side, however, everything was easy for him, even smiling at those nervously charged words from her.

A few moments later Arya caught up with them, but she did not greet her sister nor did she have any kind words; on the contrary, she reprimanded her, telling her that with that dress on she looked like a whore. Sansa lowered her head deeply humiliated, perhaps that was why the Hound was smiling?

Because she looked ridiculous?

"Stop that right now, little girl!" scolded Sandor.

He hated that little girl by his side, hated how she posed, but especially how she spoke to her sister. Agreed, he was not the man who could make judgments about sibling relationships, but hating a sister for a damn wolf and some unspoken words in her defense seemed too much even for someone like him.

"What do you do otherwise? Draw your sword and kill me like Mycah?" the younger one taunted him.

Sandor shook his head and set Sansa on Stranger.

Arya looked at that scene and a strange sense of foreboding came over her.

"What did you really do to her, monster?" she asked him.

Sansa and Sandor looked at her for a long time.

"My sister is a fool and it must have only taken two little motions for her to believe who knows what! What did you promise her? A castle, that you'll get her a prince and in the meantime she can bang you?"

"ARYA!" shouted Sansa, the girl somewhat clumsily got off her horse and hit her sister with all the strength she had causing her to fall backward "Talk to me like that again and I'll have you left here."

None of the three spoke again for the next few hours: Sansa was wounded, deeply wounded in her soul; Arya was disgusted by her sister's attitude of total trust in the murderer who was escorting her - according to Sansa - home; Sandor was astonished at how the former had struck her sister, but Arya had brought it on herself!

[laurfilijames]

Okay, I’m here, I’m making myself comfortable 😌

I’m avoiding SOA talk until I finish season seven, so I don’t stumble onto anything (honestly shocked I’ve managed to stay spoiler free for so long)

So, our man Will Miller… do you have any of your own head cannons for the most reserved of the Triple Frontier boys?

Ooooo yay!!!!!!! I was so happy to see this in my inbox you have no idea 🤗💗 Sorry it took me so long to answer, I'm hosting family at my cottage this weekend and there are dogs and children everywhere and not a moments peace 😅

Totally fair to avoid SOA talk! I'm glad you've managed to remain spoiler-free until this point!

You bet your ass I have headcanons about the Captain! This man is on my mind day and night and each time I watch TF, more thoughts (and thots) and ideas come up and I simply can't get enough.

So, here's a few I'll share that maybe some will agree with and maybe some won't!

The Miller's had a rough upbringing. Their dad was a drunk and their mom left when they were fairly young, resulting in Will stepping up to care for Benny and making sure he was looked after, earning Will his seriousness and maturity far sooner than he should've.

Because of that, Will was out of that house as soon as possible, having enlisted the day he turned 17.

Growing up, Will taught Benny how to fight and defend himself, making him feel less guilty about leaving his younger brother at home without him when he went away.

Because he saw what happened to his parents, Will doesn't drink much. He doesn't like the loss of control and hates the emotions it stirs up in him when he does have a couple more than he normally would. He will have a beer or two with the guys or enjoy a glass of wine with dinner occasionally, but never enough to even get a buzz. 

He keeps track of everything because it helps him process things. He never wants to forget the things he's done; good or bad. It helps him stay accountable for his actions and he's not the type of guy to kid himself into thinking his position can justify it, and he's learned over the years to acknowledge rather than bury what's happened. The numbers are sort of a certainty for him and help ground him.

Will doesn't sleep well. He suffers from nightmares often, and on nights when they don't happen, he's usually awake on account of his own thoughts. When a nightmare does happen, he wakes up in a full sweat and more often than not it's accompanied by screaming and thrashing around. To help pass the hours when he isn't able to fall back asleep, he'll go for a run to get rid of that anxious energy or hit the 24 hour gym.

I'm one to believe that his relationship with his ex-fiancée wasn't the best, that maybe they had been together since they were young and over the years grew apart and fell out of love as they changed and got older. Will's choice in career caused a lot of stress between them and wedged them apart even more, and unfortunately she took advantage of his deployments to indulge in affairs with men who suited her better. The Publix incident was the last straw for her; she wasn't willing to stick around to try to help him through things and abandoned him completely, leaving him to spiral before picking himself back up again with the help of his brother and friends.

I honestly could keep going but I'll stop there! Please, please, please if you or anyone else has opinions on any of this and wants to discuss it further send me an ask or reblog this. I just love talking about my man 😩💗

[libraryofneith]

Out of Mind - Chapter 3 (Joel x Reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 

Chapter 4

Summary: With no resources, no allies, and a seriously pissed off Robert after you, you're forced to make a choice that will change your life forever. 

Warnings/tags for this chapter: [18+, minors DNI] violence against reader, but I don’t go into too much detail, more of Joel being a dick but it’s kinda justified, more profanity.

"I may be a thief but I honour my word, and I think you will too."

You

Over the years on your own, bouncing from place to place, trying to scrape together a living for yourself, you'd learned how to go unseen. When needed, you could slip from shadow to shadow, watching and waiting, disappearing into dark corners and alleys and emerging the last place anyone would think to look for you. It was what made you such a good thief, it had gotten you out of more scrapes than you cared to remember, it had kept you alive when the odds were stacked against you, and it had completely deserted you tonight.

You stumbled clumsily through street, nook and alley, not paying attention to where you were going, only making sure that you weren't being followed. A stitch tore through your side and the sounds of you gasping for breath echoed through the night as you pressed on unheeding. It wasn't just exhaustion. You were shaken. Tess and Joel had scared you.

You'd really thought you’d had them for a minute, Joel pinned against you, Tess armed but unmoving, but then they'd had to fill your head with all that crap about people hunting you. You weren't an idiot. Most places you'd been, you had a target on your back, and you knew you'd get one here eventually. What you hadn't been expecting was the offer of a safe haven. You hated yourself but part of you believed - or had wanted to believe Tess; the desire to belong, to not have to be constantly looking over your shoulder, to have someone stand up for you winning out over your well-earned scepticism. But in this world anything that seems too good to be true is just that. The minute you'd even contemplated letting down your guard for a second Joel at literally and metaphorically knocked your feet out from under you. Spry for a man his age, can see why Tess likes him so much...

It was stupid. You'd been stupid. And now you were paying the price.

You allowed yourself a quick breather, leaning against some abandoned building that looked like a strong wind would blow it down. You looked again over your shoulder. Didn't look like Tess and Joel were following you.

That was when a hand clamped over your mouth. You flailed helplessly but a strong set of arms pinned your struggling limbs to your sides. Your eyes darted around looking for your attacker but the world went dark as your head was stuffed in a musty smelling sack. Then your hands and legs were tied and you were slung over your someone's shoulders like a bag of potatoes. Your hands squirmed trying to slip their way out of their ties but someone gave a sharp tug.

"Quit it" a harsh voice spat. No southern Texas drawl, so not Joel. This part of town, this time of night, could be anyone. Didn't Tess say you were attracting attention?

You were plunked down unceremoniously on what you were guessing was a chair, the bag ripped off your head, revealing only a dark unlived-in room, empty save for the other chair opposite you and the man whose ass occupied it. Oh shit.

"Robert..."

"You stood me up sweetheart."

"Not my fault, I got held up."

"Well you're here now, you got the stuff?"

"No, I..." you were cut off by a fist plunging into your stomach. Robert's bruiser got ready to land another punch but his boss stopped him.

"Now, we don't want her completely unconscious. What happened?"

"It was stolen." This time it was Robert's fist that connected to your jaw. Lights exploded behind your eyes and you could taste blood.

"Robert please, if you just give me a chance, I'll get it back." The back of a hand - whose hand you couldn't say - struck your cheek, the harsh metal of a ring splitting your skin.

"Even if you could get it back, and I'm not so sure you could - gotta be real with ya babe, this has really shaken my faith in your abilities - whoever stole it from you would probably come looking and it'd be traced back to me. And that's just not worth the trouble, better to cut my losses here."

Your face was on fire. You weren't sure what hurt more, your jaw or your cheek, but dammit if you were walking away empty handed.

"Look Robert, I appreciate you putting your trust in me and I let you down. Maybe I could make it up to you. I'll get you whatever else you want, do you a special discount rate?"

Robert grinned. Fuck what an ugly smile.

"You got a mouth on you. Really starting to get on my nerves. Time to shut you up. Boys..." the two huge men on either side of you stood to attention. "Smash her face in."

You braced yourself, waiting for the first blow when-

"Wait!"

"Tess? Joel?" And just like that, Robert's cool-guy-criminal persona was gone.

"Mind getting your hands off our associate?" Robert shot you and incredulous look.

"She works for you?"

"She's a new recruit, still a lil rough around the edges, breaking her in, you know how it is." You glared but Tess only smirked back. "Anyway, we're responsible for her and all her dealings now."

"So you got what's mine?"

"Jesus Christ yes, we have your stash." She tossed him the anti-depressants. 

"All this fuss over a little bag of pills, honestly. I believe seven ration cards was the agreed upon price."

"Make it five for all this unnecessary stress." Joel looked like he was ready to show Robert what he thought of his five but Tess held him back.

"Five it is, and an apology to the girl for being such a fucking baby."

Robert nodded to his men who delicately loosened your bonds, all their previous brutality gone.

"Sorry kid, should've told me who you worked for." You surveyed him in silence, took a deep breath, then spat a bloody gob at his feet. Robert wrinkled his nose in disgust but Tess was pushing you forwards before you could cause anymore trouble.

"Pleasure doing business with you, as always."

---

Joel

They walked home in silence.

It was taking them much longer than normal but they needed to hang back for the girl shuffling along beside them.

"You ok kid?" She gave Tess a silent stare. Either she didn't feel the need to answer the question or she couldn't. Her jaw was swelling up angrily while the cut on her cheek wept red blood.

"We'll get you sorted once we get home." Nothing else was said until they were safely inside.

"Joel help her, you're better at it than me."

Wordlessly, he found their leftover whisky and a clean rag.

"Sorry, this is gonna sting a little." She gave him a defiant look but when he started dabbing at the cut on her cheek she took in a sharp breath. "Told ya. You're lucky you won't need stitches.”  He remembered seeing Robert's ring stained red from where he'd hit her, the glint of metal underneath the scarlet of her blood and something twisted in his chest. He'd always hated Robert, it wasn't like he didn’t already know what a thug he was, but three guys wailing on a girl half their size... Joel had a sudden urge to go back and find them.

 “Tess, do we have any ice left?"

"Just a few cubes. Looks like we're gonna be drinking our liquor lukewarm for now."

He dropped the ice cubes in a plastic bag and held them up to her face.

"Put this on your jaw, it'll help the swelling." For a while she just sat there, keeping her sullen vigil, but as he turned away he heard a quiet thanks.

"She speaks" Tess quipped, hauling herself up from the couch, to sit across from their new resident.

"Can I get your name?" The girl gave what would've been a playful smile if her face wasn't blowing up.

"Ozymandias King of Kings. And you are?" He and Tess must have simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"Funny. Look, if you don't want to give us your real name that's fine, just so long as I have something to call you other than kid."

"I'm not a kid, I’m 27 fucking years old." she whined, giving them a petulant look.

"Then give us a name and we'll stop calling you that."

"Fine." She took a deep breath like she had to force the next words out. "It’s Ciara."

"Good. I'm sure we'll all get along swell." Tess gave a pointed look at Joel who'd been stood behind her, arms crossed and a glower set in his face the whole time. "Your rooms down the hall, bathroom at the end. Get some sleep, we're gonna want you fresh faced in the morning."

"Nice to meet you Ciara. Here's how things are gonna work from now on. You're gonna do what we say, when we say it. If you don't know something, you learn quick. If you need help, you ask for it, and you steal for us, not from us. In return you get a cut of whatever we make, you get a roof over your head, and anyone who lays a finger on you answers to us. Sound fair to you?" There was hesitation in her eyes, but she nodded.

She shuffled off carefully, cautiously, like if she made one wrong move this would all be snatched away, but the minute she was gone Joel turned on Tess.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"Girl's got marketable skills."

"She's completely incapable of taking care of herself."

"Not completely, you saw how she was living."

"She'll learn."

"Exposed, taking stupid risks..."

"How long is that gonna take, huh? You got time to teach her how to survive the QZ? Cos I sure as hell don't! And until she learns, what's she gonna do if she gets jumped, when she comes across raiders, FEDRA, clickers? Cos if we're responsible for her and she dies..."

"Walls aren't soundproof guys." Both Tess and Joel jumped as she reappeared from what was now her room. "Look, I know you guys are taking a pretty big chance on me, and since you’re kinda my only option I'm gonna make it work. I may not know as much as you guys but I can take care of myself, as you should know," she said, staring deliberately at the bite mark still visible on Joel's hand. "I may be a thief but I honour my word, and I think you will too."

"We will."

"No." She cut Tess off. "I wanna hear it from him."

"Fine." She smiled slightly and held out her hand. He took it and she brushed her thumb over the indentations her teeth left in his skin.

They held each other's glare for what felt like hours but finally Joel let out yet another exasperated sigh.

"Got yourself a deal."

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[arcplaysgames]

I'm not gonna post the grisly screencaps but the Shujin principal got murdered via mental shutdown and hit by a massive truck. It's unfun.

you know akechi

i'm not sure i disagree with you here

The fucking predictable shit happens, which I'm glad about because the game has put so much effort into the Thieves wanting to do "big stuff" and get popular that it needed to be foreshadowing for this. The principal died after a tabloid revealed that he helped cover up Kamoshida's abuses. Despite killing not being the modus operandi of the Thieves, people start saying the Thieves are the ones who killed him for his crimes, many even justifying his death because the cover up and he "got what he deserved."

So at least we are running with that story beat, I'm honestly glad, though also interested in what Persona 5 thinks of the morality of the Thieves. Again: fictional characters, and I have the foresight of being the player of this game so I'm vaguely on the Thieves' side. But as a morality question the game is proposing, I'm not sure I am.

Though if you did it Right, if you stripped out the Phansite shit and stopped Ryuji from running his mouth about making it big and being famous, if it was genuinely about extrajudicial actions to target untouchable people, then sure. I'm with you.

But that's def not the scenario we're in, is it?

So.

Here we go, spin me a yarn, Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 5 The Royal. I am listening.

come on Sae, you can't be this fucking mean and get this little results from it

F I N A L L Y it's hitting the more sensible members of the group that hey maybe this huge fame spike is actually a super bad idea.

Ann even suggests they lay low until it dies down a bit but Ryuji jumps down her throat, and tensions are sky high as everyone discusses Okamura. Basically, the majority of the mental shutdown cases are linked to him by proximity, though no obvious cause/correlation is known yet.

But he has a Palace, so Ryuji wants to take him out.

Aaaaand the Mona Bomb finally detonates. That fuse was bound to run out.

Ryuji and Morgana have a huge fight and Morgana fucks off to apparently take on the Palace alone.

AND BECAUSE ATLUS IS RAILROADING ME, I DON'T HAVE AN OPTION TO SAY "Morgana, I think this is reckless, but I'll be damned if I let you go alone, lemme grab my shoes."

DON'T GO WHERE I CAN'T FOLLOW

okay but for real, if Morgana dies or something, I'm uninstalling

oh okay so

let's talk about Akechi because we got a Beige Front coming in from the south

Akechi shows up to be a sassy bastard to Sae again, which I feel is justly deserved because she kinda sucks despite her awesome intro

And weirdly, Akechi was absolutely the one to tout the idea that the Thieves were the ones behind the mental shutdown cases before, but now he is upset with her for threatening Sojiro without any evidence to back up her theory.

I know Akechi is not on the Thieves' side and I know that he's fucking with Sae.

It's interesting that he's the second Detective Prince because Naoto was absolutely rigorous on the search for truth, but I don't think that's what Akechi's into here. Like, I don't know what his job is functionally for the police at all, and it seems the majority of what he does is just sow more chaos.

Which, yes, I know this is not MegaTen proper, but it is still interesting, this inversion it's presenting. MegaTen games tend to give you a choice not between good or evil but Order vs Chaos, without really advocating for either. It's more like a player personality test than a judgement call.

Akechi is on paper on the side of Order, but he is extremely good at muddying the waters and making things less clear. He's excellent as a plant or spy.

Meanwhile, the Thieves are on paper Chaotic (albeit Chaotic Good/Neutral) but they are trying to rein in people who are breaking the order of the world. They're trying to enforce justice where it has failed.

So, at least at this point, this feels like the game is flirting with Chaos vs Order, with the representatives of each inverted for funsies.

Hm.

SMASH CUT TO

I'm going to set everything you love on fire Ryuji

oh god i've been replaced. Morgana has replaced Reverie with the girl with the poofy hair and the high pitched voice.

REPLACED

MAYBE SHE WILL BE A BETTER KEEPER OF YOUR HEART, MORGANA, I'M SORRY SOBS

Anyway, the team (minus Ryuji) is actually concerned when Mona doesn't return and thus Futaba tells everyone to gear up, they are going into Okamura's palace tomorrow, no delay.

Futaba is the only person here I respect.

[tonowarislut]

HANJI X READER

! Spoiler season 4 !

Warnings: they/them Hanji (but you can change their pronouns) sadness and death.

(English is not my native language sorry for eventual errors)

How would you honestly describe Hanji's death? Utterly useless.

Many would say it was worth it.

That they saved lives, they were a hero.

But for you? Futile, just words to justify a useless death to live better with their conscience.

A death that could be spared.

Hanji was the love of your life.

You wanted them back.

You were so, so angry.

You wanted them alive. Hugging you. They were your partner.

You wanted them to talk about titans all night long like they used to.

You wanted to remind them that they had to eat and to take a shower.

You missed them so much.

It was excruciating.

Every. Time.

Every time you remembered their last words.

----

" I brought and lead you here killing, in the process, some of your comrades that's why now i'll take responsibility for my actions " they said smiling sadly.

Armin was speechless. He wanted to say something but the words wouldn't came out.

" Armin you are now the 15th commander. One attitude of the commander is to never give up, in any circumstances. You are the most adequate"

"That's all i wanted to say. Now i'll say goodbye" after taking some steps they continued saying " Ah yes, now Levi is your subordinate, use him as you wish"

"Hanji? What are you saying? Have you gone crazy? You aren't going anywhere. You are stuck with me. You promised me" you said in the verge of tears.

They just hugged you hard. You freezed feeling them trembling. They were afraid.

"I love you. I'll miss you so much my darling" Hanji said almost crying.

"No. No. No. You are stuck with me." You said hugging them back with so much force. You didn't want to let them go. Never.

They were your everything. The air you breathed. Your oxygen.

Hanji break the hug with abruptness.

They didn't want to do it but they had to, they had no choice. They wanted to save YOU and the others.

" Hanji. No. Please. I love you. Please. They need you, I need you. What would i do without you? We can do it anyway. Please. It's not necessary" You said trembling like a leaf.

Just the thought of them dead made you shake. Shake in fear and pain.

"I'm afraid it is, my little titan" Hanji answered sweetly.

Little titan was the nickname they gave you when you first met.

"You now damn well it's not. Please stay with me" you begged, reaching for them but they just slapped your hand. Making you cry.

You than throw yourself in their arm, trying to block them, at first it worked but soon after Hanji throw you on the ground, making you dizzy.

It was so painful...

It was so painful to treat you this way but they preferred this to your death.

It was so painful for them not to see your smile again, to know that you will not listen to them anymore.

They didn't want to leave you like this but they had to.

You looked so heartbroken. They will forever feel guilty.

Mikasa held you. Trying to keep you there, on the ground. Stopping your ways to cease Hanji.

You jerked in her strong arms, screaming to let you go.

"Hey four eyes" said Levi

"You understand why i'm doing this, right Levi?" Asked Hanji "It seems it's my turn now and i feel like to show off, so let me go..."

Levi closed his eyes giving up the idea of convincing them and saying "Shinzo wo Sasageyo" while touching their heart with his hand.

You cried. Your last hope, Levi gave up too.

"Hanji-" your voice cracked hearing them laughing

"hahahaha it's the first time i hear you saying it, Levi!"

"HANJI!" You screamed again seeing them throwing themselves at the horde of titans.

The last thing you heard from Hanji was "ahh as i thought...titans are wonderful..."

You closed your eyes, crying, feeling your heart stop and crack.

Mikasa held you closer, trying to comfort you. She knew how much you and Hanji loved each other.

"At least...at least they are dying like they wanted... because of their beloved titans..." Mikasa tried to say.

"I hate you. It wasn't supposed to end like this" you answered her.

You saw Hanji fight some titans, making them fall.

"the holes are welded! Turn on the engine!" You heard on the background.

Everything seemed muffled at that moment, you were focused on your beloved partner.

"Y/N! Let's go!" Mikasa told you, getting you off the ground.

"NO!" you screamed.

While Mikasa turned your back you heard Hanji screaming.

You turned your head in their direction and you regretted doing that.

You saw them burn and blow up.

You silently screamed.

Mikasa throw you inside the plane, keeping you safe.

A part of you died there, in that moment.

Your light was now gone but a fire, the fire of wrath, was on.

You will not give up. You will fight for Hanji.

That's what you promised yourself seeing them die, for you.

For and because of THEM.

Now you needed time to recover and heal those deep wounds.

You would do it. You would do it for Hanji.

"till i see you again my love, i forgive you" you said letting other tears drop from your eyes.

----

"I'm sorry guys, Y/n...i love you" said Hanji before blowing up.

----

Hanji woke up and said "What happened to the airplane?"

A familiar voice answered them "It took off"

They turned and saw Erwin.

They hugged him, greeting him. They missed him.

Erwin "You know Hanji...Y/n will kill you again once here with us"

Hanji "Yeah...I know..."

[storm-breaker7]

Replacement Column

Pairing: Ultra Magnus x Reader

Summary: Enemies to Friends... ish?

Warnings: Heavy Swearing, Thinking of wrench throwing, Magnus (Yes. He is a bloody warning), American Slang (Dear god)

A/n: BTW- This damned thing is like over 2.5k words. What the fuck. And this thought branched off from another idea that I scrapped. Definitely shoulda made you throw that wrench tho...

[=]

"Come on! You can be serious!? Commander King-Shit is my new guardian?" I groaned and threw my hands in the air, "Optimus-"

"Please." He interrupted seriously even though his optics softened, "I do not wish to continuously put you in danger because you are my charge. And... Ultra Magnus needs someone to... Introduce him to a human perspective of life." He explained slowly, justifying his choice.

"But what about all our Evening drives and awesome Con takedowns!" I slumped into his servo grumbling more.

Optimus smiled lightly, "I do not want our drives to end But my lieutenant, Ultra Magnus, needs someone to get him to feel at home, or get out of his constant work. I know you can do this because you've done it to me many times." OP joked lightly, smiling down at me who sat in the palm of his servo.

I groaned and ran my hand over my face. Then started in a small voice glancing back up at him, "Fine... But I'm only doing this for you. Not for Commander By-The-Book over there."

"Thank you. I do not want to push you away. I only want to keep you from the danger I have had piled up on me with each day I live." He spoke calmly yet I swear I could hear a slight happy and sad tone in it. I nodded and sighed as he lowered his hand. "I'll notify Ultra Magnus then."

"Don't expect him to be happy about this, Optimus." I called lightly as he leaned back up and started to walk in Shoulder pads general direction. "This is not going to end well" I mumble as OP reaches Magnus.

[=]

I sat down and had my legs dangling over the edge as I watched Ratchet work, bored to no extent. Now you know someone has really pissed me off or I'm having a crisis when I watch Ratchet work without complaint.

"What happened now?" Ratchet asked around 5 minutes after I sat down, If my watch is correct.

"Didn't OP tell ya?" I grumbled, shrugging my shoulders lazily.

"I don't recall Optimus telling me about anything that has upset you." Ratchet stated matter-of-factually, glancing at me while still typing away.

"Oh yeah I doubt that changing my Guardian from himself to Walmart Pre-Forge Op. Yeah that's all good, don't worry." I waved my hand around sarcastically.

I'm so glad Miko isn't here and she's at school. I'd probably strangle the poor girl because I'm already in a shit mood. Plus I can't deal with Smokescreen either- I swear if that crack kid comes anywhere near me I will personally send him to Primus. I thought bitterly.

"Uh-huh... Wait what?" Ratchet turned his attention toward me and stopped fiddling with the monitors.

I groaned, "Ratchet, I'm Ultra Magnus' charge now. Yay me."

"I feel sorry for Magnus" Ratchet mumbled turning back to his work.

"Well you sure are the brightest today, aren't you?" I grumbled.

"Only because you make me" He replied with a deep huff.

I bit my tongue trying not to make a big fuss. It would only make my situation worse, if it can get any worse.

I heard two sets of heavy pede steps, a sour Ultra Magnus walked beside OP in all his glory. Optimus actually looks a little torn and automatically glanced over at me and Ratchet.

Ultra Magnus queited down his argument but stopped in his tracks when Optimus silently placed his servo on Magnus' back, mumbling something to him before he patted his back and walked over.

"Come to collect me up again or are you palming me off the Ratchet now" I smiled sadly lightly joking, I heard an annoyed heave behind me and only sent a playful glance his way.

Prime smiled down at me and let a breath of air by. "He's as stubborn as you are"

"If I was a million years old and a snarky aft like him." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back against the rail uncomfortably,

Optimus thought for a second before he scooped me up and sent a small thanks to Ratchet for watching me, I could only guess, then made his way back over to Magnus.

"Oh you can't do this to me," I mumbled switching my gaze between Magnus and Prime.

"Optimus, I already told you, I refuse to take a human as my charge. They are too much hard work" Magnus tried to reason with him but once his choice was set in stone, there was no way of changing his mind.

"Magnus can you go on a scouting mission, with your partner here. We need you two to find some information for Ratchet to see if we can find any predacon bones that have been unearthed." Optimus explained, and I watched him lightly drop me into Magnus' hand that he had grabbed while speaking.

Shoulder pads was about to argue but Optimus nodded and walked back over to Ratchet. He frowned and transformed, throwing me roughly into the passenger seat.

The ground bridge opened and he drove through, I could practically feel the bitterness radiating off him.

I frowned deeply grumbling a few curse words before I shut my ass up. I heard some mumbling on his end but it was most likely in Cybertronian.. Slowly the only thought that came to me was What does Prime think this will do?

"Do you have a problem with me, human?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and kept them trained on the barron landscape, "Must I repeat myself?"

"No, you mustn't I'm not deaf. Can't you just realise I don't want to be talked to?" I snapped at him, then mumbled the quietest 'Prime would'.

I could practically hear the sneer on his face as I turned up my nose and looked back out the window. "Could you answer the question, then?"

Dear god- I feel like pulling my hair out and screaming in full on German. I bit my tongue and dug my nails into my leg, "No, Shoulder pads. I don't have a problem with you. You have one with me and that's fucking asshole-ish." I told him, my voice strained so as not to scream on the spot.

"My designation is Ultra Magnus." He stated bluntly, "And I have a problem with everyone, you are not special"

"Good to know that you're a cunt to everyone. You're doing great in the replacement column!" I raised my voice -not enough to be yelling though- and replied sarcastically.

"Pardon?" He asks with his 'what did you just say' voice,

"I mean I'd rather have the always hyper, Smokescreen, rather then you because he at least knows how to shut up!" I shout, royally pissed off.

"Why must you humans be so hard!" Ultra Magnus slammed his brakes on and I jurked forward a tad.

"The fuck was that for!" I threw my hands up aggressively. I scrunched my nose up and quickly unbuckled the seatbelt before I whipped open the passenger door.

I jumped out and landed heavily and started to storm off elsewhere, probably call for a ground bridge and get out of this place.

"Come back!" He called angrily his holoform fizzling into existence and he climbed out, practically fumming. Ultra Magnus looked like any boot camp Sargent that always had that bitch face.

"No fuck you and your commanding officer shit!" I yelled angrily, "I don't know why you don't just let me go! It's not like you care about me!"

"If you get taken by desepticons-! Come back human!" He called running after me,

I groaned loudly and continued to stomp anywhere but the direction of Magnus. "You could give away our location for all I know!" He called angrily.

I whipped around, and with a sneer on my face I ran straight up to Magnus and shoved him to the floor. "How. Dare. You." I hissed, pointing my finger at him, "I would never do that to anyone, but you are starting to make me want to just disappear right now." I threw my hands around as I paced Infront of him.

"Calm down" He spoke up, raising a hand like I was a wild animal he was trying to tame, or calm.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? You said it yourself! You only want me here because I know a lot of autobot secrets! Not because you want me here! Not because I'm your charge! No! YOU DONT WANT ME TO GIVE AWAY INFORMATION!" I yelled angrily swiping his hand away,

His eyes hardened once I finished my rant, and whispered, "I'm sorry" I froze dead in my tracks and slowly turned my head toward him.

'Your not sorry.' I felt like saying, 'sure, good joke mags', but instead I spoke up, breaking the eerie silence, "I'm sorry too" venom dripped from my voice as I walked back off in the direction of Mags alt mode.

Magnus was obviously waiting for me at the truck and his holoform fizzled away once I came back out of the tree line. I opened his door and slammed it with a tad bit more force than needed and his cab jurked when it did slam shut.

"Not fucking happy Jan." I grumbled.

[=]

About half an hour after that cluster fuck the ground bridge engulfed us and we came back into the base empty handed.

I whipped his door open and wandered off bringing my shit storm with me. I noticed that nearly everyone was back at base, other than Optimus, wherever he had wandered off to.

I'm glad no one bothered to ask why I was in such a shit mood, because I definitely would have blown up. This week was not fun. First someone keyed my damn car, on fucking Monday. then the same damn day I got a red light and a speeding ticket.

Wednesday, I had mad cramps for no damn reason and couldn't go to work, there went a days' worth of money. Thursday I woke up late and was threatened with getting fired by my ass of a boss.

Couldn't even have a sleep in on Saturday because the kids needed help at the base. It was so simple. I swear. And today. Sunday, the last day of this god forsaken week. Was the worst I've had with these bots since our old base got blew to smitheries.

Ultra Magnus' constant not-very-subtle glances at me bugged me to no extent. Glad Ratchet wasn't the constantly looking type, because I'm right next to him and we must be sharing our shit storm because no one is coming anywhere near us.

The light sound of a jet engine got louder until Prime landed in front the doorway, then everyone -Excluding me and Ultra Magnus- walked over to him. Ratchet a tad more enthusiastic then expected, buts that's Ratchet, and everyone started talking at once.

Op said something stoic, as always, but I wasn't listening. I was glaring directly at Mags that was left standing in the middle of nowhere, looking at Prime with his trademark frown.

'Fucking son of a bitch. I swear up and down if he walks over here. I will beat his metal aft to a pulp.' I thought, contemplating throwing a wrench at his head. I understand now why Ratchet loves to do it so much now, brings pleasure to the soul, even just thinking about it.

He glances over and his glare returns, gaze hardening in deep thought. ' Why am I narrating the bitch?' I though mentally sighing but still keeping our glaring contest on.

I could hear Ratchet return, but my gaze didn't move, nor his. My eye twitched in annoyance, 'Hes an alien, who knows, maybe he doesn't need to blink?'

A digit waved in front of me broke our staring competition, and I snaped my eyes up to the owner of the arm. Op furrowed his brows, "I called your name a few times, are you alright?"

I frowned; Prime was an exception for people who talk to me... He always lightens the mood. "I'm fine Op, just... Pissed off at your awfully paranoid second in command" I grumbled,

Prime stared at me for a moment, then to Magnus, then back to me. "Ultra Magnus does good in his own way. But I had asked you to show him how humans do many things we do as well. Not resolve to being with Ratchet for what I assume was all of the time after you returned. I know what it means when you and Ratchet can sit in perfect silence without managing to argue."

I frowned and glared at a small chip in the floor, imagining I had already thrown that wrench. "Well, he sure does know how much narcissism helps to shut me up for an hour."

"You can't judge his over protectiveness for our course as narcissism." Optimus explained, ever-so-slightly waving his servos. "He barely knows what humans are other than that they are squashable and tiny. That is why I trusted you to help him with it."

That last sentence echoed in my head, ringing like church bells on Sunday, 'That is why I trusted you to help him with it. That is why I trusted you. Why I trusted you. I trusted you. trusted you. Trusted.'

His voice pulled me from the rabbit hole I was sinking into, "Why not go get food for the kids? They seem hungry and this could be a time for bonding?"

"Bonding?" I asked, finally glancing up at Primes eyes. His held sincerity, softness, calm. But mine, Mine felt like there was a raging fire behind it, my eyes narrowed from the heat and my anger.

"Think of it as one of our evening drives? I'm sure that will put you to ease. Try and get along with Ultra Magnus, I don't believe he's gotten to know one of your organics properly" Op suggested, glancing at Magnus then back to me.

I sighed but nodded, "Sorry, it's just been a shit week. And this whole ordeal. Not fun, by the way."

[=]

I pulled myself up into Magnus' cab and held the wheel lightly, letting him actually do the driving. Surprisingly, He kept quiet and at one stage let me play some crappy radio show for a while until we got into town.

He pulled up at a red light and then suddenly asked, "Why are those humans furiously waving their arms around?"

I glanced around until I noticed a group of around three motioning for us to honk our horn. I grinned and lifted my hand, pulling on the string on the roof as the green light flashed. I felt the cab jump slightly at the two loud honks, but he went through the intersection fine.

"Why did you do that?" He asks as he pulled into a gas station, that was right next to a fast-food place.

(You have no idea how bad I needed to write servo instead of gas station. Bloody americans I tell you)

"The 'humans furiously waving their arms around' were pretty much asking for us to honk your horn. People do it to trains and big tonners but not many people who drive them know what we're doing these days. Plus, it's fun." I shrugged explaining, eyeing the radio suspiciously.

"You organics..." He mumbled, which the radio barely picked up.

"Very funny" I tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song stuck in my head. I shuffled to the other side of the cab and swung the door open when he stopped in the large truck bays.

"Let's go, Mr prissy, outcha get" I called up to the cab waiting for his holoform to appear. A loud sigh followed before Mags slowly climbed down the side of the cab.

"What exactly am I doing?" Mags asked,

"Well... Maggie, we're getting the family lunch" I emphasized on the fake name hoping he'd pick up on it.

He hummed, glancing my way before I waved my hand around trying to hurry him up and get him into this damned place.

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#this made me realize that the opposite of i used to be an anti-feminist is i am a feminist but that's not very opposite substantively.

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#5

Words cannot describe my frustration that the only known "cure" for endometriosis is a hysterectomy.

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#4

Ashley Eckstein, the voice actress for Ahsoka Tano in the animated series The Clone Wars remembers when female characters were considered unsellable.

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I am not sure if this is has been asked before, and I hope I am not being rude/confrontational. Are you aware that by being christian and pro life, most feminists would say your not a real feminist? Radfems and libfems may not agree on much, but both agree that these things do not belong in feminism and are hostile to feminists like you from what I constantly see. They do not see it as a label that anyone could have. I hope you see this because I really am curious. How do you deal?

First, I appreciate your genuine question, as they are few and far between. Second, I deal because I don't care.  I don't mean that in a snarky way.  I mean, it doesn't matter to me if radical feminists or liberal feminists don't think I'm feminist enough.  That isn't why I care about women or identify as a feminist.

There are already other feminist theories out there that favor a pro life stance (Christian Feminism is a thing), as well as the fact I have come across secular feminists who were decidedly pro life.  If I identified as a radical feminist, then some of my beliefs would be nonsensical to that identity, but despite the fact that I appreciate some radical feminist theory, I don't identify as one.  This is similar to how an atheist can appreciate certain aspects of a religion, and even incorporate it into their life, without being a follower of that religion.

I suppose this raises a question about what the term "feminist" means and why I use it.  Truthfully, it has less to do with aligning with a specific theory since there actually isn't one that I totally agree with.  Hopefully one day I'll develop one of my own to fill this gap...   But the main reason I identify as a feminist is because of anti-feminists, not other feminists.  I am tired of women being demonized for telling the truth.  I want young girls to know it is not a sin to question things, and to care about their own well being.  When feminists gave me resources and support through an abusive situation, I stopped identifying as someone who would condemn them and slowly became someone who would support them...  Or at least the fundamental idea that women and girls deserve protection and opportunity.

I am a Christian, and while I try my best to obey Scripture and not twist it to my own taste (this means I don't argue against Paul), I have seen the Bible used to justify mistreatment of women too often...  Seen it condemn women, "evil feminists",  for standing up for themselves too often, that I think it's important to show other Christian women that I am not afraid to identify as a feminist, and that I have zero guilt about doing so.  It has already made a change around other Christian women that I know and even some men, and that's what's important.

I hope this makes sense.  Thank you for your ask!

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Tired of hearing people say that not having kids is selfish. Sure, I'll grant you that some of the reasons that might motivate a person to make that choice could be selfish, but so are some of the reasons that motivate people to have children, so that argument works both ways. Deciding not to have kids is not an inherently selfish thing, just like deciding to have kids is not an inherently selfless thing.

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It is so incredibly tragic how much punishment women take on a regular basis for the sake of supposed aesthetics. And if she dares not to subject her body to painful, expensive, and unhygienic practices, she is still punished by society for her existence.

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[joanxwagner]

Joanna let out a small sigh as Millie’s words hit her. It was like they were speaking two different languages, each trying to make their point, and neither getting through. She turned back around slowly, facing her sister again. The frustration she had tried to bury down was bubbling up, but she kept her voice even. “I’m not asking you to take all the blame, Millie,” Joanna said, crossing her arms. "“But this isn’t just on me either. You keep saying how much you wanted us to be close, but the second things got difficult, you let Nick become this wall between us. "You talk about me not trying, but did you ever think that maybe I had reasons for keeping my distance?” She glanced away for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “Maybe I didn’t handle things the best way. Maybe I did shut you out. But every time I thought about reaching out, it felt like there was this… this gap between us that I couldn’t cross. And yes, part of that gap was Nick. It might sound like an excuse to you, but it's justified for me. He wasn't the father with me like he was with you.”

Joanna's voice softened slightly, showing a hint of the vulnerability she usually kept hidden. “You think I’m heartless because I don’t show everything I feel. But I’ve had to be this way, Emilia. To protect myself, to survive. And maybe that’s why I’ve made the choices I did. But if you want us to be close, it’s going to take both of us to try, for which I'll try to do my part. Not just throwing accusations around and hoping the other person caves.” She took a breath, feeling the weight of the conversation. “So no, I’m not putting this all on you. But I’m not carrying the entire blame myself, either. If you want to be a part of my life, then stop assuming you know everything about me that there is to know. Stop thinking you’re the only one who’s ever been hurt or disappointed. We’ve both made mistakes here.”

Joanna looked at her sister for a long moment, then shook her head slightly. “I guess that’s all I have to say. I’m not going to beg for this, and I’m not going to pretend that I’ve been perfect. But if you want to talk, really talk, then you know where to find me.” She turned once more, heading back to her car, this time without stopping.

Of course Joanna didn't care how she felt. It wasn't that she wanted an apology or anything. She just wished her sister could understand her better and realize that all Millie ever wanted was to be close to her. How was it her fault when Joanna never tried? While the other may have resisted an eye roll, the younger Wagner didn't and she shook her head. "Now who's dramatic." She muttered and looked at her. "You think I want you to be that? I just poured my heart out saying how much I wanted us to be close." Why wasn't that getting through to her? Why didn't she care? As her sister started walking away, she tried to pick herself up mentally and go too before Joanna turned around to add more. "How is that my fault?" She asked her. "It's not like you asked to spend time with me. All I wanted was to do that, but after years of you ignoring me, why would I show up at your door now? Why would I think you actually want to be in my life when you have shown no effort in doing so in the past? Why is that on me and not you?" @joanxwagner

[harpersplay]

Hi! So I'm watching GG on Netflix for the 1st time, still have 10 eps left, and decided to check out Tumblr and some blogs for commentary and stuff and stumbled upon yours. I feel like ranting and have no one to do so, sorry! So, is it just me or did they do a total 180 on Dean to justify keeping him? Like, in s1 he's a D-bag, serial cheater, terrible businessman who almost got his family broke and FAKED CANCER. And now he's the superstar salesman and best guy ever? It bothers me a lot TBH.

Y'all... You came to Tumblr for the show and found my blog. Oh, dear sweet anon, the stans are gonna be PISSED.

Many—including those who think they get to decide such things—do not consider me part of the fandom because I'm *so* negative. Consider yourself warned 😈

To your point (and don't apologise, my asks are always open for ranting and even raving), I actually do not think they did a total rewrite of his character; rather they emphasised certain aspects of his character and tried to justify other aspects. I've always said (and a lot of both canon and things the writers have said support this) that the show was meant to portray the Beth & Dean relationship as a core relationship of the show on par with Beth-Annie-Ruby. So, in that respect, the writers thought that Dean's "sins" would be seen as part of a complicated marriage. And part of an interesting story. They did not get that the audience wouldn't give a shit about Dean's manpain. They did not get that the reason people disliked Dean was because of what they wrote and instead tried to pass it off as the audience being too simple and too blinded by horniness for Rio. And so as the audience continued to dislike Dean, they pushed more and more Dean story to try to get the audience to be interested in him and enjoy watching his stories.

But why I say it wasn't a complete 180 is because some of the seeds are there from the beginning. Like, for the Boland marriage problems. In the very first episode we see that Beth is hurting herself—choosing to wax is a total valid choice, but the framing in the pilot is that Beth is doing something uncomfortable that she doesn't particularly enjoy or value—because she has neglected the sexual aspect of her marriage. (And actually, in that scene, the dialogue reveals that the non-sex Boland marriage was due to "normal" disregard. The notion of postpartum depression doesn't come up until season 2.) That scene and the one in the diner with Annie & Ruby (Bed Bath & Beyond coupons) show that Beth has taken her marriage for granted in a way; which is an understandable occurence for a long-term relationship. But it's not portrayed that Beth is particularly upset that she & Dean aren't in a great place. So, from the jump, the writers attempted to put some blame on Beth. It—of course—did not work at all. You cannot have Matthew Lillard burying his face in 20-something crotch while Christina Hendricks and her expressive face is crying and raging. The audience is going to want to fight for her and against whoever hurt her. Another early scene that reveals the writers' intention is the one where Dean is talking about Beth & Amber to the unsuspecting customer. The writers think this will show us that Dean is conflicted and remorseful. The audience saw a pathetic midlife crisis caricature talking about women as cars. Ultimately, the writers kept getting frustrated by the audience reaction and so they emphasised this "it's a complicated relationship between two people who have both done bad things" slant. And so we get so many scenes from Dean's POV where he is shown to be concerned, scared, and caught off guard by Beth and her "new life." The writers straight up (in an interview) equated Beth having sex with Rio—after she stopped wearing her wedding ring and only let Dean return home because (1) his "cancer" and then (2) his being shot by Rio—as the same as Dean's (as you say) serial cheating while Beth thought the marriage was ok.

A second area where I'll say the seeds were there from the beginning is Dean's competence as a salesperson. We know he made "bad investments," but we also know that he kept the dealership open for close to 20 years. A straight-up bad salesman couldn't do that. But— again—as with the above example, the audience saw a man who put his family in a precarious financial situation that directly led to Beth deciding to rob the grocery store. So the writers pushed hard on Dean the skilled natural salesman who is stymied by the corporate culture (the car dealership he goes to work for in season 2) and he just needs an understanding environment where he can thrive (the spa store).

This is getting long and I could continue and continue (let me know if I should 😬). But, essentially, I agree with you that they pushed the "Dean is a great father! Beth is putting the family in danger!" vibe hard as the show went on; I just disagree that it came out of nowhere.

Hope this somewhat "answers" your ask. Thanks for stopping by my little bitty corner of the internet and feel free to browse my many Good Girls thoughts.

[lordymaru]

I'm about to refute this entire essay with the simple explanation being:

The only interaction we've seen of these two is when she's a freaking 8 year old. Your self insert shows no boundaries.

And this is probably the last time I'll make a post about the stupidity behind the way the pair is viewed:

Note: I know there's people out there with a brain who ship these two in a more conventional way. In the end you do you, ship whatever you want, no one can prevent you from doing that, just don't be gross about it.

One of the parts being the Significance of their first encounter:

She’s a poor peasant girl who’s suffered immense trauma, suffering, and loneliness. Her initiative to help Sesshomaru came from her generosity

Exactly, she's alone for her family had been killed before her eyes, the villagers treat her like garbage. When she meets Sess he's wounded and simply in a bad state, both mentally and physically. Both of them are, the difference being he's a demon, a powerful one and for him to have ended in such a bad shape only stabbed at his pride- Rin on the other hand is a child, a human tiny child who is vulnerable and to him she poses no threat. Both of them are weak then.

At this point, it’s observable that despite knowing her story, her scars, and her difficulties, humans do not even empathize, let alone sympathize with Rin. It is the feudal era, after all. She’s a young, disabled orphan and the villagers only see her for what she lacks: a voice, a family, and a place of belonging.

Again with your feudal era shit. I can assure you the world is just as ugly today as it was before you and I existed. Next.

When he asks about her bruises, this is the first time anyone had ever afforded her a second glance.

This was a huge step forward for Sess, a huuuuuuge one for he showed interest in another living creature, not just any creature but a human. And for her it was probably like Christmas, for no one had showed her any mercy or interest. Ok you get a point. But oh, boy, how I'm about to spit on the next one:

The audience can see Sesshomaru calculate her body language, recognizing that she is mute. Instead of pressing her further or ignoring her outright, he attempts to comfort her (in his own way), making her feel that it is okay if she chooses not to answer him; that her desire to reply to him should only be a desire, not an obligation. I think, on one hand, that was the first moment of something that would resemble compassion that Sesshomaru had ever administered, trying to put himself in her shoes — if someone had asked him to do something that required, for example, his left arm, he probably would have appreciated them saying “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” so to provide him agency for something that he actually cannot do. And the same goes for Rin. He recognizes her disability, maybe even resonates with it and decides to empower her with a choice. Choice is important when it comes to the Sesshomaru/Rin dynamic and it’s a word that will come up often. 

Ok why are you comparing the loss of his arm to her not being able to talk? Not all disabilities are the same, you moron. Or am I dumb for thinking this way? If so, feel free to call me out on my lack of common sense kr whatever you wanna call it. Sess physically couldn't do shit with his left arm because well- it was gone! That's a physical disability. Rin had "lost" her voice after what she witnessed and so she wouldn't speak anymore. Have you heard of Psychogenic Dysphonia? If not, you can click here and give it a reading or do your own research. The more you know: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0892199703000158

So you say he "empowers her with a choice" that is "important when it comes to the Sesshomaru/Rin dynamic" let me get this straight, a choice because why? She's a child? A female? Because you said so yourself, it's the Feudal Era after all and therefore women had no choice in life, no voice, no agency, no nothing. So he was being magnanimous then? You know... This is where you start edging into the gr00ming territory. Can't you see? No? Alright, moving on.

BRUH WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you fucking good? See how you self insert? Bye. Next

The next time Sesshomaru sees Rin, it is suggested that he actively sought her, whether it be by curiosity or concern for well-being

He did... It is not suggested, he actually did asdfhkl. For both curiosity and he probably was worried. He also states he wants to test out his sword, what a perfect chance to do so for Rin is pretty much dead and that's the only way to make his sword work. So she was both being a guinea pig and an itch he wasn't quite sure how to scratch. Next.

Silence Rin.

Rin screams endlessly, annoying Sesshomaru. Firstly, this is the first time we hear him call her by her name. Secondly, Sesshomaru is visibly annoyed by her noises, however, he does not tell her to “shut up” as he normally would with Jaken or even InuYasha. He simply says “enough of that Rin, stop it.” (In Japanese he says, “Silence, Rin. You make too much noise.”) Even analyzing the Japanese dialogue, it is evidently softer than Sesshomaru’s usual ‘kisama’ (貴樣) manner of speech that we see depicted usually. This is the first time he’s had a companion who is not a demon, someone with compassion, and who has had his general best interests at heart with no expectations in return. His softer tone is a logical deduction to make.

Ok... "someone with compassion, and who has had his general best interests at heart with no expectations in return." Bruh... As if he would even consider meeting someone's expectations. Are you sure you're talking about Sess? Another thing is, he always speaks in a calm tone, he rarely yells or loses his composure- he had no reason to be rude to her either, you're excusing his regular behavior simply because she ain't Jaken. Anything else?

Rin doesn't change Sesshomaru overnight, it's a gradual and long process

Well duh!!! Just like you don't lose the pounds you gained from eating in one sit 12 donuts a week ago. Stating the obvious and for what? What's exactly your mf point?

The silence part is important, idk how to tell you there is a power imbalance in their relationship from the moment he tells her to be quiet. He didn't say please, he didn't ask her to, he told her to be quiet. Like a parent would, if I could count the times my mom told me to shush.... That's your first indicator he is not her friend, he is not her equal.

Letting you Be Yourself: The Panther Demon Arc

the first frame the audience sees in the anime sets the scene, painting the Sessshomaru entourage in a serene manner, indicating a level of comfort between group members (episode 75). This is vastly different from our last depiction of Sesshomaru and Rin’s relationship. In episode 44, he was unable to withstand her (albeit annoying) childish antics. But here, it’s observable that Sesshomaru can accept her and her package of unconventional fun. Not only does he tolerate and even more so, accept Rin, but he accepts her influence on his vassal, Jaken and allows them to be free around him.

Is called developing patience. I can assure you that when you're a parent or an older bro/sis and your kid/younger sibling is noisy af you either learn to tolerate that or get used to it for kids are kids abd you have to let them be kids. Next.

She's a child, she's not stupid.

The Abducted Rin: Calling her Name

The respect that Sesshomaru shows Rin is insurmountable. However, the InuYasha franchise is clever to portray the subtlety of Sesshomaru’s respect for her. KV on Twitter points out how highly he regards his companion and never relegates her to anything less than the value that she as a person embodies (@KVndie via Twitter). He consistently humanizes her. 

He only sees how important she is to him after her ass dies a second time. What do you mean? He respects her enough to not coddle her, she is independent and taught her to be self sufficient from the very start. That's respect. He consistently humanizes her because... She ... Is ... Human! OMG WHAT A SHOCKER!

As Naraku remarks on his hostage to Sesshomaru, "Naturally, the girl you're looking for is not here…,” he continues, “the girl is in custody outside of the castle..." Naraku never makes an attempt to give her personhood, leaving her unnamed, disposable, and relegating her to a mere "girl." But Sesshomaru doesn’t take any of this. He is a cold-hearted Daiyokai, yet he still makes an effort and upholds his principle to refer to her as Rin — not a replaceable “girl.”

Naraku is a mf genius. It didn't quite click until now he wanted to see if she was important or not to him and to what extent. For he planned his moves that way, making people turn against one another. While he wouldn't have made Rin turn against Sess he set everything up so he would end up wanting to kill Kohaku and in doing so, Inugang would have engaged against Sess.

Sesshomaru’s insistence on using Rin’s name isn’t only highlighted in this isolated incident though. It pays off. It is an ongoing theme in their dynamic throughout the series.

That's her name ... How you want him to call her? Baby?

I could go on and on but... This is a fucking essay. And then I stumble against more bullcrap:

The second point I want to highlight here is Sesshomaru’s reaction to Rin’s fall and her risky expedition. At this point, it’s unquestionable that Rin has a special place in his heart.

Of course she has a special spot in his heart. I won't deny that. What worries me is how you're trying to justify the way she's important to him since she was a child. As if his way of seeing her had changed.

I'm gonna disagree by agreeing with you in a few pointers. Kagome and Kikyo were rivals, they both romantically love the same guy. Kagome being the only one who could save Kikyo chooses to help her, knowing damn well Inuyasha would have suffered if Kikyo had died- further more, if it was in Kagome's hands to do something about it.

Rin on the other hand, I will applaud to her how she grew past her fear of Kagura after being kidnapped by her, she saw her body in the river and said fuck it and did her best to try to pull her from the water. I loved how stubborn and brave she was, even tho Sess had to pull everyone out of the water- she deserves a gold star. You go baby girl!!!

Rin later makes a cheeky comment, noting Kagura’s romantic interest in Sesshomaru. Jaken brushes this off as childish naivety. But for the spectator, this establishes two things: (1) That Rin does not see Kagura as a rival for Lord Sesshomaru’s attention, let alone affection; and (2) that Rin is still a child. Rin is certainly a child, with a youthful and fresh outlook on life that brings out the best in people. But even as a child, her relationship with Sesshomaru is incredibly healthy, clear, and surprisingly communicative.

Why would she? She's not a spoiled brat

Nah? I thought her double D indicated otherwise. OF COURSE SHE'S A MF CHILD.

Why do you keep mentioning is healthy? Do you need reassurance of it? Communicative in what way? Cuz if you wanna talk about communication let's talk about how he didn't even acknowledge her ass when she gave birth. He didn't even say her name, didn't even look at her. Tell me now how they are communicative and healthy?

I could go on, I really but all I'm getting from this load of bullshit I'm forcing myself to read is how you do in fact need to reassure yourself thr ship is god tier and is... How you said it was? Ah, healthy.

Anyways, thanks for reading and if you see any typo ... My apologies, I tried. Also if you have any input or I was out of line in some way, my apologies once more.

[seyaryminamoto]

Just saw your “Thanos sucks” post and you couldn’t be more wrong. Thanos was a “hero” despite everyone claiming him to be a villain. If you look at our real world; there is strong evidence that a lot of humans, a LOT of people really should die and we’d be all the better without them. Thanos wanted people to learn how to control overpopulation and be grateful, but because as in our real world people are idiots; no one cared. It’s humans who are the problem; not Thanos. And he was right to be (1)

(2) angry in Endgame; there were still a lot of people still living. Tony Stark was the only sensible character living in a cute home with his wife and daughter, until he decided to join the stupids and reverse the snap. Thor was especially whiny; you’re gonna live a thousand years, find a new brother and just get over it already! And as the Falcon and Winter Soldier showed, society went to hell because the Avengers undid the snap; poverty and all. The Avengers are the real villains not Thanos.

... Thanos, is that you?

Oh. Guess not.

Look, dude. Really, dude. Mr. Anon. Whosoever you may be.

Let me really unpack what's going on here, can I?

You're a fictional-genocide apologist. At the very least, fictional one. I dare not say if you would be an apologist for it IRL, but it's weird enough to hear about anyone who genuinely thinks genocide would be the answer in any setting, fictional or otherwise. This is not a good look in any sensible human being. This already is enough of a bad point that I really could just stop here because you're very happy to share with us how appalling your morals are, but you know what? I'll keep going.

You're a Thanos fanboy. I get that. Clear as day that you are one. But you know what? You're probably a more disturbing one than expected for reasons that I really want to illustrate to my audience, however large it may be: you're in my inbox with two fictional-genocide apologist asks over an ask I answered... on August 10th, 2019. Your asks turned up in my inbox on November 30th, 2021. This offers two possible explanations as to how you came across that post: first, you somehow dug this post out from the mcu or thanos tags which I used carelessly because I assumed there was so much content posted to those that my little ask wouldn't even feature there, and that means you went back two years and about three months in those tags AT LEAST, looking for any criticism and anti-Thanos takes so you could barge into inboxes with an unwanted and unfounded opinion, trying to justify an intergalactic mass murderer. Second possibility: you singled me out in particular, hell knows why because I've deliberately NOT talked about the MCU in ages, especially in my blog, because a certain movie I hate and its influence in later content has almost killed every shred of love I had for the MCU altogether. Thus, you... somehow came for me, hell knows why, specifically hung up on finding one Thanos post buried in the depths of my archives, to defend, again, an intergalactic mass murderer. Again: this is not a good look. It's actually kind of worrisome. I have a hard time believing my Thanos post is the only one that offended you to this degree... so you probably went to every inbox you could find to defend this fictional character with your edgy explanations as to why mass murder/genocide is completely justifiable. Uh-huh. Okay. Sure. Your morals are worrisome, but you do you as long as you don't actually start enacting this insane set of beliefs in real life.

You are here giving me Kira-like justifications for Thanos's choices. I, actually, brought up Kira from Death Note in my original post to say that, had Thanos done THAT, maybe his crusade would make more sense as a morally-driven one, but I still argued that he has no way of truly being a jury, judge and executioner when it comes to who's a good or a bad person. How the hell does he know? Especially when he targeted such a large group of people. It defies reason, logic and sense. You can't seriously believe that he looked into the hearts of every being in the universe and cherrypicked who was good and who was bad... because hey, if he'd done that, your argument falls and crumbles upon itself, doesn't it? You said the Avengers are the bad guys: why didn't Thanos kill all of THEM? :'D had the snap been easily controlled and targeting the tRuE bAd GuYs™, why the hell didn't Thanos kill all of the Avengers and everyone who could have posed a threat to him, and then left nothing but powerless farmfolk in every planet he wrecked across the universe, for instance? I mean, seriously, what's your reasoning for this? You don't have one, do you? Yep, you don't. Moral superiority argument: denied. Thanos didn't select people because they were good or bad, the snap is 100% random and a bunch of good people died and a bunch of bad ones did too. It's plain stupid. It doesn't resolve shit. And THAT is what I was calling him a dumbass for :') it's not that I don't want villains to be villains, my dude... is that I want my villains to MAKE SENSE. And Thanos does NOT make any sense. That's what my post was about. But apparently you only read the bold lines going "THANOS IS A DUMBASS!" and ignored everything else I talked about, huh?

You have zero arguments regarding what I was REALLY arguing about in the post. I don't even remember if Thanos explicitly says that he's trying to "teach" people "population control", because man, I only watched Infinity War and Endgame once and I honestly don't care to revisit them. But, again, you're talking about apples and oranges while I was discussing whether I liked a mountain or beach vacation better: it has no relation with my actual grievances. What did I bring up? That Thanos's plans make no sense. And that's not Infinity War's plan, which is utterly idiotic, whether you ate it up or not, it's THE LONG GAME. We're supposed to think this guy was plotting for the events from Infinity War since, at least, the first Avengers film: look at every single one of Thanos's appearances in every movie between that Avengers and Infinity War and tell me at which point in time did he do ANYTHING that benefited his cause up until Infinity War itself? Hahahahaha never. He TRIED? Yes, and failed every time. Hence, I insulted him because his plans were actually utterly stupid. Giving the only Infinity Stone in his possession to a Loki who got his mind twisted into wanting revenge on Thor was such a stupid concept I can't even wrap my head around who'd ever DO that. Asking a crazed fanatic like Ronan to get one Infinity Stone for him instead of picking it up himself (or sending his genuinely loyal minions like the ones from Infinity War who died in 10 seconds :'D) is so ridiculous I, once again, can't even wrap my head around it. Everything he did failed because none of his plans MADE SENSE. It's stupid. He could've achieved the goddamn snap offscreen for all we know: he could've just taken advantage of the Tesseract's portal opening himself to take the damn thing during Avengers! He could have used the Tesseract to reach every other Infinity Stone's location and take them from whoever held them (not sure if Strange had the time one yet but who the fuck cares, if Thanos had enough stones when he went for the Time one, he totally would've taken it). He could have sacrificed Gamora since before we even KNEW her, well before she could even join the GoTG, because that would've gotten him his damn stone, apparently. Please, enligthen me as to WHY none of this happened? Oh, because Marvel needed to make more movies? Hahaha, that's not a narrative argument. That's external and unrelated to the subject at hand. That's not a way to explain a character's behavior. This is not consistent with the concept of a guy who somehow is "englightened" the way you see him and a genius who found the perfect solution for the universe's problems: this guy is a six-time-sanctioned DUMBASS and I stand by this belief, not because his ultimate goal was stupid, which it is... but because he took like 10 years to achieve said ultimate goal when he could have, arguably, reached that goal in 2 months if he had just bothered to TRY. So, using your words, which I ironically never used in my post, Thanos SUCKS! :'D

The snap is plainly the most ridiculous concept for "population control" that could have been proposed. I'm reading some articles about how this is based on some edgelord philosopher who believed that the food production in the world would always be too little compared to the constant growth of a population, a belief that now seems completely out of place because, while yes, global hunger is still very much real, there's certain places in the world where food waste is ASTRONOMICAL, the problem is in distribution rather than lack of resources in many cases, you could even argue corruption. But it's not impossible to do the opposite damn thing Thanos did, which I'm not even the first person to bring up: MAKE MORE RESOURCES. This guy has the power of the universe at his disposal: he can outright create galaxies, planets, EVERYTHING he wants... and yet he made the harebrained decision to ax everything by half instead. And yes, it's EVERYTHING. Come here with whatever nonsensical argument you want, but here's Marvel proving you wrong: he cut all resources by half too. This is the word of Feige, a guy for whom I don't have a ton of respect due to how he's handled a lot of things in the MCU, but in general, if he approves? It's canon. And so, this is canon: Thanos resolved NOTHING. He killed plants and animals just as much as he killed humans and higher lifeforms of which we're not even aware of. It's plain idiotic to think that this could be a solid solution when the ratio of population and resources is effectively THE SAME after the snap. This is really the brilliant plan you're trying to defend? Because it's honestly laughable. I repeat: this guy has the power of the universe in his hands. He can do ANYTHING with those stones. He could probably even rewrite reality so that populations are somehow self-sustainable and no longer need to eat! No more resources needed whatsoever! :'D He could have rewritten people's MINDS into not being the monsters you gladly accuse everyone of being so that they'd all be nice and share resources properly and devise better systems of resource production! This guy literally can do WHATEVER HE WANTS... And this is it? This is his brilliant choice? This is what he was going for since day one? Congratulations: you're stanning a dumbass.

Anon... this is possibly the most ridiculous argument anyone has tried to have with me. I am partially hoping/believing that you were just trolling around and wanted to rile up people who don't like Thanos. If that's how it is, consider me trolled and consider my time wasted, go cackle like a Disney villain because you achieved your wicked goal... but if that's not how it is, and you SERIOUSLY believe everything you said up there, I'm gonna be pretty harsh and say... stay out of my inbox. Quit embarrassing yourself. Go support fictional genocide elsewhere. I'm not here for this. I'm really not here for this. I'm here to love the things I love, to create content I care about, and occasionally to throw shade at badly written characterss, and your so-called hero, like it or not, is one of the most cringeworthy characters in the entire MCU. And, again: I don't even CARE about the MCU anymore. Practically every new thing I see of it makes me want less and less to do with it. Find someone who actually wants to argue with you endlessly about Thanos because man, I've got plenty of better things to do but roasting you one time honestly sounded like a good time. Doing it again would lose all the novelty, so stay in your fictional-genocide-apologism club and hang out with the reduced population of nasty human beings who believe everyone should get wiped out because they're morally heinous, without realizing how morally heinous you sound by spouting that kind of drivel :'D I mean, let's be real: if the snap was indeed codified for bad people alone, can you be 100% sure you WOULDN'T make the cut? :')

[rancorasael]

"Doctor?" Asael's head shot up so he could look at the other. Even though his vision was a little blurry and he was on the ground, he still managed to grit his teeth and don an expression of true rage. His frostbitten hand slowly closes into a fist and he slams it against the ground, an action he chooses to take despite how much doing so visibly compounded his pain. "Just say what you fucking mean. Everyone uses confusing words, trying to trick me..." Just like the Vanguard clergymen who lured people into their churches or the inquisitors when they spouted their filth to justify their crimes. Asael would rid the continent of the One God's influence no matter the cost, they left him with no choice. "This pain is nothing. I'll break my body and make them all pay. If you're just going to get in my way, kill me now. Because anyone who stops me deserves to die as much as them." His insides may have been broiling and melting from his exertions, but the satisfaction of speaking about his revenge to someone looking down on him dimmed it just enough for him to actually sneer.

Isak looks to the man in disbelief before his brow furrows in annoyance. He can't quite decide if he is serious or just fucking with him. A secret third option would be to suggest that he was truly some powerful fool and while that's annoying, it is interesting. "I'm a doctor." He explains as he looks down to the witch who crumpled at his feet, hands still in his pockets though itching to catch him. But if he was going to injure himself further, that was on him. A fair punishment for not accepting help the first time when he was clearly in distress, he'd have to earn it now. "Are you quite finished?" Isak's hands leave his pockets only so he can cross his arms across his chest haughtily. "Or am I leaving you here for someone else to find?" His toes at the witch's knee with his boot. "You can use whatever spell you want, it'll hurt you right now than it'd hurt me." It might be just a little petty, but the witch should have listened to him the first time.