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[bakugosbratx]

ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ’ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ

— Yandere Alpha Katsuki Bakugo x Omega Fem! Reader

Trigger Warning: NSFW 18+. Omegaverse, abuse, corruption, cursing, deprivation, neglect, kidnapping, yandere, non-con, etc.

Words: 3,826

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You were sick of hearing those wicked words from your captor. He could repeat that phrase as much as he wanted to, but no matter how much mental and physical abuse you endure from this man will never change your mindset. This cruel world is disgusting in many ways and one of those ways was something way beyond your control.

You have always wanted to be more than your mother has become. She was nurturing, soft, and a great woman overall, but you witnessed the way the world treated her kind.

“Move it, Omega!” Alpha’s, Gamma’s, Beta’s, and Sigma’s would growl whenever they deemed that she attempted to step out of line. Your mother’s words would soon be diminished anytime she spoke up. Even if it was for something as simple as correcting an error made on her coffee order.

“Shut it, Omega, and take what the barista gives ya!”

So, your mother did not say much at all anymore. Your father was usually busy making money for your family that he was not always around to help protect you two from these moments. Other Alpha’s knew better than to come to your father’s territory. His scent was all over it and his mark was always visible on your mother. Your father has fought off many Alpha’s and Sigma’s who dare challenge him. With stars in your eyes, you watched it all go down each time.

“I’ll be like him someday,” you would mutter to yourself in determination, “I will be the most feared Alpha there was!”

Your parents could not help but chuckle. You were a young pup; your determination was cute. Your small growls only received coos and headpats when you attempted to be tough like your father. Of course, many others feared your father. A powerful alpha like him out and about with his pup was not the time to challenge him.

This only fed your ego more.

When anyone approached you or your father, they would coo at your adorableness. “I am not cute!” You would exclaim in frustration. “I am going to be the most feared Alpha this world has ever seen, you hear me?!”

Bystanders would chuckle as you went along with your journeys. Though, you would be hit with the realization you are just a pup when it came time for your father to hunt for your guys next meal.

“C’mon, dad. Please let me go? Please?” You would plead as your father put on his gear. “No.” He would sternly reply, not providing any room for yes, no’s, or maybe’s. You did not even have a chance to protest as your father walked out the door, leaving you and your mother alone.

“It’s not fair.” You huffed with folded arms across your chest. “I’m going to be the most feared Alpha one day. I need to know how to hunt and dad isn’t even showing me how!”

“Now, now, dear. In due time. Maybe when you are a bit older you can join your father on his adventures.” Your mother soothed. She secretly hoped you would be an Alpha. She did not want you to face the same discrimination she does on a daily basis.

You never lost hope on becoming a strong Alpha. You trained yourself to become strong. You did all you could to build the muscle you truly desired to match an Alpha’s appearance and attempted to eat just like the Alpha’s did. You read all the magazines and even did your best to get an Alpha scent attached to your clothing.

“She’ll never become a true Alpha.” The kids in the school yard would whisper amongst each other. Some were already showing obvious signs of being an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, but you refused to accept your fate. You would ignore the negative glances and comments. You will be an Alpha.

Yet, that was not going to mask who you truly are.

The time was approaching. You were going to be eighteen soon and that meant you would finally know your status in the world. You could not wait to prove to everyone you will be an even greater Alpha than your father. Your body may struggle to build muscle and you could never eat like your father could, but you would get there. Your eighteenth birthday would prove that.

Awaking to the day you have waited so long for, you stretch in your nest you have built. Of course, you did not want to since that was such an Omega thing to do, but your mother insisted. So, not to disobey your mom, you did as she asked. It was comfortable and full of soft blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals you have received over the years. You would never admit it, but the stuffed animals made you feel safe.

Sniffing the air, your smile turned into a frown. A scream quickly followed which had your mother rushing into your room. “Darling, are you—“

“I’m just like you!” You sobbed, your scent being nothing like an Alpha. It was soft, sweet, and rosy. This was not how it was supposed to go. “This can’t be! I’m supposed to be a big strong Alpha!”

But this was obviously not the case. You would never be a big, strong Alpha. You were petite compared to them and you never cared for meat though you forced yourself to like it. Everything an Alpha was you were not. That was something you had to learn to accept.

Yet, here you are, Y/N. Chained up in a dark, cold basement all because you thought you could take on an Alpha. If only you could control your temper and alcohol consumption that night then maybe you would not be in this predicament.

“Are you insane?!” Your roommate gasped as she witnessed you put on a sexy outfit for the night on the town. “Y’know your heat is coming soon. Everyone will be able to smell it!”

“And?” You retorted as you spritz your favorite perfume. “You think an Alpha is going to come claim me or something?”

“Y’know how crazy Alpha’s can get, Y/N. They run this world. We are just victims of it.” She muttered, concerned clearly in her tone, but she knew there was no changing your stubborn mind. One of the many things people admired and hated about you. Once you have your mind set on something there is no stopping until your goal is completed.

“If an Alpha even tries to touch me, I’ll fight them.” You shrugged. Your friend could not hide the cackle. “You can’t be serious, Y/N. You could never compete with an Alpha.”

Rolling your eyes, you make sure you have everything you need. “Look, I got it handled. I’ll be home later.” Hugging your roommate goodbye, you leave your shared apartment and head out to the local bar.

The Den.

A bar that had music, a dance area, pool tables, and a lounge area. This was a frequent mingle spot for everyone in their twenties. It had a mixture of everyone and everything. Plus, it was close to your living space, you could just walk and not worry about getting behind the wheel intoxicated.

Strolling up to the bar, you ordered your favorite alcoholic beverage. You usually had a friend or friend group join you out on nights like these, but your roommate was close to being in heat also so she refused to leave the apartment. Meanwhile, you took your chances.

Something about a full moon and your heat on the rise was calling to you. Midnight was looking for trouble and though you were not on the hunt for a mate, you wouldn’t mind enjoying what the night had to bring.

Sipping on your beverage of choice, the music spoke to your body as the rhythm took over. You could not even blame the intoxication from your beverage as your hips swayed to the beat, capturing the attention of a certain Alpha who decided to step in for the night. He was not one for the bar life unless his friends provoked him.

“C’mon, man! It’s been so long since you’ve come out with us.” The red hair, Eijiro Kirishima, pleaded. “Yeah, bro. There’s goin’ to be so many hot omegas just waiting to be bred.” The blonde, Denki Kaminari, practically drooled. Katsuki, the only Alpha of the crew, just growled.

“Yeah, right, like an omega would want to mate with a dumbass like you.” Katsuki shamed the Delta, relaxing more on the sofa. His friends couldn’t help but frown.

“C’mon, man. You said you would go out with us next time. Remember?” Eijiro, the Beta of the group, reminded him. Katsuki was not one to lie or be untrue to his word. That’s one of his best qualities underneath his tough exterior and because of that trait, his hands ended up on your waist and gentle nipping at your neck. You were too intoxicated from even more beverages you consume and being that close to your heat, how could you make the correct decisions?

You should have listened to your roommate. You should have stayed home and prepared your nest yet here you are, lips locked with a strong, masculine Alpha that can smell your heat on the rise.

Katsuki sniffed you, the faint scent of your heat coming intrigued him, sending his Alpha senses into overdrive. He was not planning on finding a mate tonight. In fact, he did not plan to interact with anyone. Katsuki was just keeping his word to his pack, but the way you moved was captivating. Your sweet aura lured the male to you without even trying. With the mixture of alcohol in your veins and your heat, you were inviting trouble.

“You’re coming with me.” Katsuki growled, his possessiveness already starting to show. If you were not in the state you were in currently, you would challenge the Alpha, but your submissive ways were on full display as the stranger led you to his car. You ignored the appalled glances of your peers who have seen you challenge anyone who even gazed in your direction. Now, this man you have never seen before is guiding you to his vehicle.

Katsuki Bakugo is used to girls throwing themselves at him. He is quite handsome with blonde fluffy hair, crimson gaze, kissable lips, and of course, a muscular exterior. He towers over you so easily making you feel petite. You should take this as a challenge like you do with anyone else, but the way dominance expels from his strong frame, you know your place quickly.

So when Katsuki easily threw you onto his king size bed, your face deep into the silk sheets that his scent was all over. Your submissive side was on full display, not an ounce of attitude, dismay, or defiance leaving your lewd lips. It was hard to hear anything with your bare ass up in the air and Katsuki’s cock already sinking deep into your weeping depths.

“Already so fuckin’ wet and I haven’t done shit to you.” Katsuki smirked, his cock sliding in with ease. He could smell your heat on the way and his Alpha senses were on fire. This is such a dangerous game you two are playing and that was so accelerating for the both of you.

Each stroke, your toes curled and your nails dug into his sheets. “Don’t be going and fuckin’ up my sheets now. Shit is expensive.” Katsuki chastised with a harsh slap to your ass that followed. Katsuki made sure to pull on your hair so he could hear you yelp from the impact, your claws digging into the sheets once more.

When you did not acknowledge his statement, another harsh slap followed to your ass. “Oi, did you not hear what I just fuckin’ said or did I fuck you dumb already?”

“I-I heard you.” You mumbled, trying to come back to reality. Katsuki was hitting your cervix with each stroke that you couldn't see straight. All you could feel is the impending doom that was building in the pit of your stomach.

Katsuki chuckled harshly as he felt your desperate walls flutter around his shaft, signaling he was sending you over the edge in the matter of seconds. Just when you thought you could see the light at the end of the glorious tunnel, Katsuki yanked on your hair some more to where your spine was practically cracking.

“If you think you can just not answer me when I’m speaking to you, you’re mistaken, ya damn brat.” Katsuki growled as he tugged on your hair even more. You could feel some strands coming out of your tender scalp from the impact. “I also suggest you better watch how you fuckin’ talk to me.”

“I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered in desperation, tears brimming your pleading eyes. You were too far gone to argue with him. All you wanted was your ecstasy only he could provide at this exact moment.

“Fuckin’ better be.” Katsuki huffed before using his free hand to grab your face, your jaw immediately opening from his brute force as he spat into your mouth. “Now be a good little whore and learn to fuckin’ listen.”

The spit slid down your throat, his dominance now entering your bloodstream and removing any ounce of defiance left in you. All you know was his presence, his scent clogging your nostrils and going straight up to your brain. All those years of trying to prove something you are not are going down the drain. You are under his spell. And with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to the beauty that will combine you two together, his canines brush over your veins that were prevalent in your neck.

You both are slipping. Falling into the internal darkness that is your nature and desires. There is nothing you can do as you become the truest form of yourself that is triggering Katsuki’s primal instincts.

With a low growl, Katsuki sinks his teeth into your neck. Marking you as his.

Forever.

If you knew what you know now, you would have never gone home with Katsuki that night. You would have ignored the intimidating yet interesting presence that entered the club. If anything, you would have stayed home like your friend suggested.

Now, here you are, chained up in the basement as you hear the heavy footsteps of your captors boots above. Dust falls with each large step and causes you to cough. You have been down here for a couple of days now for disobeying Katsuki. You thought the abuse was bad, but the endless darkness, unknown noises, and the draft that seems to seep from every nook and cranny seems far worse.

The metal shackles cling against the beam keeping you down in the hell that is now your home. Your body trembles from the unpleasant conditions. And just when you thought it could not get much worse, a blinding light comes through with a slam of a wooden door following it.

You covered your eyes from the illumination so the burning sensation will go away as you listened to the heavy footsteps jog down the stairs. You did not have to see who it was. As much as you dreamed and wished it would be anyone else, you knew better than to believe such fantasies. Even if they magically manifested into reality, the hard nudge of a thick leather boot is quick to snap you back to reality.

“You alive?” Katsuki’s gruff voice questioned. When you peak, your heart races. Your omega instincts are clawing within you to go be with your Alpha, but your stubbornness is still ingrained within you.

Something Katsuki just can’t seem to break.

“Still not talkin’, eh?” Katsuki observed you with an arched golden brow. You did not have the energy to reply. Two days without any food, water, light, warmth; it brings your energy down.

The shackles release from you as Katsuki lifts you up and throws you over his broad shoulder. You witness the darkness become further and further before the wooden door closes, engulfing you in brightness.

Katsuki sets you down on a pillow around the table. A decent portion of rice sits before you with a glass of water. Katsuki sits across from you, his own food awaiting him. You have learned in your short time here that Katsuki knows how to cook, but due to his job, he doesn’t have tons of time to do so. So, easy meals are his go-to at times.

Not that you complain. You are quick to eat up the food with Katsuki observing you, silently. His crimson gaze was burning into your sore flesh but you did not care at the moment. You are scarfing down your meal as if it would vanish at any given moment.

Because it can.

And Katsuki has shown that a handful of times.

Once you finish your warm cooked supper, you gulp down the cold beverage. Katsuki’s gaze never falters. Even when yours finally lands upon his. The intensity builds between you two. All the unspoken words, the degrading words and actions he does to you, the hatred that has built up inside of you. Everything was present in each other's gaze.

After what felt like an eternity, you broke the silence. “Thank you.” You muttered out, your voice still hoarse from the horrors of the last forty-eight hours of deprivation. Katsuki just kept quiet. No remorse swam in his eyes.

Only need for control.

Katsuki eventually stood up and grabbed each of your empty dishes. You flinched on instinct as he approached you and you could see the smug smirk that wanted to appear on his lips. If you were not so exhausted, you’d slap it off of his face.

As you observe him go into the kitchen and hear the sound of the water running to wash the dishes, your eyes gravitate towards the front door.

“Freedom.” You whisper to yourself knowing that your freedom is right there; right in reach. Your abuser made the mistake of leaving you unattended. Maybe it was a test? A test you were willing to fail if it meant you met your ultimate goal.

A burst of energy electrifies through you as you find your way to your numb feet. Upon shaken legs, you take one last glance over your shoulder before bolting towards the door. Each step forwards was a step towards your victorious glory. There it was; just behind this door.

The need for freedom was blinding all of your senses. You did not even hear the sound of the water turning off in the kitchen, the harsh curses escaping Katsuki’s lips as his long purposeful strides ate up yours. Just as you felt the breeze from outside dance in your hair as you opened the exit door, it was quickly slammed shut.

Victory obliterated.

All the strength you once had danced away in the wind along with your dreams of the life that was almost yours. Now, you are back into the harsh grasp you have become numb to.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Katsuki exclaims in frustration, shaking you in anger. If you were not already crying in defeat, you could witness the pools of sadness swimming in Katsuki’s desperate eyes. “Why can’t you just love me, dammit?!”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the sting of Katsuki’s backhand met your cheek. “Shut up, Y/N! Just shut the fuck up!” He roared as tears finally fell down his face. You were taken back by his sudden display of emotion. He was no longer holding onto you, he was pacing as if he was attempting to regain sanity.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with you.” Katsuki admits aloud as he continues to pace. “I have my whole future ahead of me, but you came and wrecked that for me, Y/N. You ruined everything!”

“I’m sorry.” You mumer out on reflex. Katsuki has beaten you down enough so that you learn to apologize for any minor inconvenience in his life. You tend to pay the ultimate price for it regardless.

“What have I told you about sayin’ shit you don’t mean, Y/N?” Katsuki hisses through gritted teeth. His large shaky hands ball up into fist beside him, his whole demeanor cracking under the pressure of it all.

You stood there, frozen in fear. You are unsure of what to say or do. You are in the same room as a fierce predator who can demolish you in an instant, who has broken you down time and time again, and look at him; falling apart. What can you even say or do to fix this? He has acted out irrationally many times, but this was.. new.

A large thud startles you as you see Katsuki drop to his knees in defeat. His strong stature slumped over, his breathing rigid, and identity just shattered all over the hardwood floor. You are stunned into place, overwhelmed by the spectacle that is occurring in front of you.

“K-Katsuki..” You stammer as you place out a quivering hand. Katsuki has gone silent and you are afraid his heart might have gone out. Not that you should care, but he has beaten you into caring to some extent, unfortunately.

“Katsuki.. ?” You call out again and that’s when Katsuki looks up at you, his crimson gaze wicked and predatory.

On instinct, you rush out the door that is behind you and still unlocked from your earlier encounter. This time, you get out. The breeze that blew away your strength and dreams of victory was waiting for you and with each stride, you gained some of yourself back. The woman that has always been loud, strong, brave, and everything in between has returned.

As your bare feet touch the grass below, you could feel the warmth from the sun radiate against your skin. Something you have not felt since being in captivity. And even if this was all temporary, even a slither of the best dream of your entire life, it was worth it all.

Even when you go tumbling down to the ground from Katsuki catching up to you and pouncing on top of you. The Alpha always wins.

Especially one as great as Katsuki Bakugo.

You attempted to fight him off. “Get the hell off of me!” You demanded, but you are quickly silenced when Katsuki sinks his sharp fangs into the mark he left in you that night.

The night that changed everything.

Your body goes limp as you quit fighting. Your need for Katsuki increases with each passing second. His dominance drips into your bloodstream like a poison you cannot ever escape. And once Katsuki got you right where he wanted you, he met your gaze with a triumphant smirk.

“Don’t blame me, brat. Love made me fuckin’ crazy.”

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[mikelogan]

TJ MIKELOGAN’S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT ↳ Day 12: Found footage

Sinister (2012) dir. Scott Derrickson

@lgbtqcreators creator challenge - black & white

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[danzainosolitude]

Once again I read fanfiction that seems to have been precisely written to deal psychic damage to me.

[bredforloyalty]

i'm not sure whether i should go back to this but mutuals, even just like, followers ((anyone i have even the slightest level of familiarity with)), your requests are respected for You i'll trigger tag anything. for Anonymous i will do nothing

[romance-incubomp3]

still haunted by when I saw someone in the notes of an atsushi photoset tag it “man tw”. what a scary world we live in….

[i-mybrunettelady]

Just one mistake (is all it will take)

Summary: Smodur the Unflinching and Alysannyra Ainsaph have a difference of opinion. Renira wants to know more about it. Content warnings: Mentions and allusions to shooting. Spoilers: General spoilers for Icebrood Saga’s episode No Quarter. Title taken from Centuries by Fall out Boy. Also this is a long one.

It’s cold in Drizzlewood. Renira almost envies the charr, who have all the fur on their bodies to keep them warm; she has no such luxury so she has to rely on other means to preserve bodily warmth. It’s less than satisfactory sometimes, though. Sharp wind blows hair into her eyes, and she has to risk getting her fingers out of the hot press of her legs to nudge the thick, woolen coat tighter around her body. 

Yet today the Imperators have decided to convene and discuss strategy. As a Pact Commander, Renira has to attend. What gives her a little comfort is the fact that the rest of the humans find themselves in a similar predicament - Nyra’s pale cheeks are bright red from the cold, Kasmeer Meade sits stiffly on her chair and Logan Thackeray is the only one seemingly unfazed by the weather. Renira knows better, though. He’s shivering slightly as well. 

She settles more into her seat and her oversized coat. Words reach her ears, a diplomatic response from Crecia Stoneglow, and she wills herself to forget the fucking cold and focus on what’s being said. She doesn’t know if her superiors at the Order will require reports, but she needs all the things she can reasonably get to even work here.

“Wise information to remember,” Malice Swordshadow whispers in Renira’s ear. “It’s about troop numbers. One of my agents gave his report to Crecia two hours ago.” 

Renira feels her ears tingle hot under her hair. Her face betrays nothing. “They’ll be written down and given to us later as reports.” 

“Us spymasters need to help each other out when we can,” Malice says smoothly. “Your all-charr Whispers unit has given the Legions a lot of usable information, so I wanted to return the favor.” 

Renira smiles. That unit’s an idea she’s vaguely proud of, inspired by Laranthir’s Pale Reavers of the Maguuma campaign. “Much appreciated,” she replies. Malice certainly caught her drifting off for a minute, though, if the glint in her eye as she leans back is any indication. 

“That’s not going to work, Smodur!” Nyra’s voice booms, firm and unrelenting. Her face is tighter than usual, brows furrowed just that much more. “We’re lacking in proper manpower. If I’m seeing correctly, we’re lacking fifteen people for that little operation of yours. And how many people did you shoot last week?” The sound that leaves her is best described as an aborted breath of overflowing frustration. “Fift–” 

“They were defectors, Ainsaph, not just any soldiers!” Smodur says lazily, tapping a claw against the table. “I’m sure even young commanders understand that we don’t need traitors on our operations.”

Nyra breathes deeply. Renira’s eyes are trained on her, on the tension in her neck. She isn’t blinking, staring Smodur down like he isn’t around three and a half times her age and height. “Do not speak over me, Smodur,” she says. Her voice is colder than the sharp wind around them. “Do not interrupt me when I’m speaking and do not, for fuck’s everloving sake, patronize me.”

She then straightens her back and lifts her chin. “You shot fifteen people last week, Smodur. Reconsider not wasting manpower when we need every fucking head in this war!” 

“You’re not listening, Ainsaph. They turned their backs–” 

“Stop it, both of you!” Crecia yells and everyone almost cricks their neck to look at her. Smodur huffs and growls and Nyra’s eyes are harder than steel. Rytlock Brimstone, who’s been blessedly quiet next to her, leans down to grumble something into Nyra’s ear. “If you have any issues with each other, I’ll have to ask you to sort them out elsewhere. Here, we are a unified front and you’ll have to act like it.” 

“Nobody’s gonna hear us, Cre,” Rytlock says. “Especially not Ryland.” 

“He’s too busy doing other things,” Nyra adds, voice strained. “He’s not gonna pay attention to us here. Bangar won’t either. We’re certainly not louder than his ego. I should know. My ego’s as big as his.”

Renira shakes her head. Nyra’s statement would’ve been slightly amusing if it wasn’t for her stiff posture and the unblinking stare she keeps pointed at Smodur. She looks like a predator ready to strike, one bad word away from giving him a fist to the face, and Renira knows her well enough to say with certainty she would attack. 

She knows people like her. She’s sustained by ego, an idea of inherent self-importance that Renira’s seen in her since their first meeting back in Ebonhawke all those years ago. In another life, she may have been bitter about that fact, that Nyra could afford to have the sense of grandeur because of her high birth. To Renira, though, that’s a statement of fact. Alysannyra Ainsaph has brown hair and ego the size of Tyria and Elona combined. 

In no life, however, would she call that idea a delusion on Nyra's part. She knows what she’s capable of, she knows what she must do to satisfy it, she holds herself to impossibly high standards in achieving her goals. She wields it like a weapon and as a driving force. It is a source of power. 

It’s made her look a god in the eye, rise from the dead and pay him back double. 

Renira’s still a little hung up on rising from the dead, actually. Death’s always felt a little strange. Regardless of any of that, Nyra’s ego is a big, glowing spot in every room she’s in and Smodur’s just stepped on it carelessly, like he’s frolicking on a meadow. 

This is going to end in a murder attempt at some point. 

“We were talking about the new report on troop numbers,” Renira says conversationally. Kasmeer shoots her a grateful look. There’s a feather-light feel of magic and Nyra’s face loses all tension and remains as impassive as it usually is. 

“Yes,” she says, much calmer than a moment ago. “The new report on troop numbers. Crecia, the word is yours.” 

*** 

There’s meatloaf in her hands. A good meatloaf, all things considered - Tybalt would enjoy it, if that’s any indication of its quality. Renira’s always maintained that she has better tastes in food than her friend does, to which Tybalt’s first response would always be that not everyone can look at Queen Jennah’s feet when working. 

Renira likes shoes. It’s a weird luxury that Jennah can avoid them, but she’s not the one to judge such matters. In Drizzlewood, anyway, shoes are a must, as is strong, hearty food that can keep you fed for long watches and missions. 

She looks at the meat in her hands. The slice is big enough for both her and Nyra to share, a perfect opportunity to discuss whatever the fuck came to be in the Impretarors’ pavillion a few hours ago. 

She finds Nyra in her tent - a somewhat bigger than most, perks of being a commander on the field - seated on the bed. She’s rested her elbows on her knees and is rubbing her temples, hiding sighs of lingering frustration. Her hair, once in a tight braid, now falls messily over the furs on her shoulders. There are no torches, so the lingering source of light is the cool, icy shine from her crystalline weapon, Lightbringer, that she’s willed to form a lamp.

“I brought you food,” Renira says, certain Nyra’s heard her steps. 

“Soon, we’ll be fighting the Dominion with meatloafs,” Nyra replies. Renira bites down a chuckle. “I’m not complaining. It’s good meatloaf. Once we kick Bangar’s ass, though, I never want to see it again.” Ever the optimist, their Commander. 

“At least this one feeds you,” Renira shrugs. “I know many people who could not stand the bread they ate during the Zhaitan campaign.” 

“We don’t have a choice during a war,” Nyra lifts her head. Her eyes are muted and unreadable, yet her voice gives away the tiredness. “So they better get used to standing both the meatloaf and the bread. I’m a little hungry.”

Renia sits beside her on the bed and puts the plate between them. Nyra divides it and bites into her slice. “If you tell me we can’t choose allies either, I’m going to smack you.” 

“What you told Smodur–” 

“Was deserved. He needs to get called out more and if I need to be the one to do it, I will.” Nyra purses her lips. “I just don’t understand him. He’s wasteful. He doesn’t offer second chances. Nobody with a head for strategy will make them squad leaders or officers, or even leave them unsupervised, but he’s being.. Wasteful.” She lets out a long breath. “I said that already.” 

“So you support defectors, then?” Renira daintily bites into her own meal, licking her lips clean. It’s salty. “Traitors?” 

“Gods, no. We just disagree on what a defector is.” 

“Definition of a defector is very clear,” Renira says slowly. Without judgment. “Not all people are worth saving, Nyra.” 

Nyra frowns. Her lower lip pales with how harshly she’s biting into it. “I’m tired of losing people, Ren. They may be monsters and traitors and whatever else, but who’s to say we’re not, to them?” She kicks her foot. “War is ugly and unfair and brutal. They may have defected, but I don’t think they should have their personhood denied for it. We should be inspiring them to stay with us rather than scaring them into joining the other side!”

Other, rather than the enemy side. Renira would call them the enemy side, but Nyra’s always been the more sentimental one of the two. “So you agree with the shooting, as long as Smodur accepts them as people?”

“I don’t know,” Nyra says after a long pause. “I guess I’m just.. Upset about it. It distresses me, seeing prisoners and traitors killed. How do you look at that and still say you’re a good guy in the end?” Her eyes water slightly and she blinks it away. “He asked me to drop a bomb down a stuffed bunker. I chose to not say fuck you, no and did it anyway. I can say without a shadow of a doubt I am not a good guy. But guess what? Neither is he.” 

You’re better than most, Renira wants to say. She knows it won’t go anywhere. Nyra’s walls of guilt are too strong and impenetrable right now. 

“I’m afraid I’ll hear the rifles go off when I lay down, and think why I didn’t do anything,” Nyra continues. Her voice is wobbly. “I should’ve yelled, ordered, argued, anything, but instead, I just walked past like I’m some sort of powerless mouse and not…” She laughs bitterly and points at her chest. “Whatever the fuck I am right now.” 

“You couldn’t do anything,” Renira says gently and places a hand on Nyra’s. “They would have hurt you too.” 

“One of them asked for mercy,” Nyra whispers. “One was unrepentant, but the other asked for mercy. The rifles were louder than both.” She wipes her hand and rubs the tears off her cheeks. “I’ll remember the rifles when I go to sleep.” 

“Nyra–”

“Mercy, Renira, he asked for mercy and I didn’t do anything!” Nyra stands up and holds her hands near her face. They’re shaking. The burn marks on them are still harrowing to look at. 

Renira’s on her feet as well, towering over Nyra in what she hopes is a comforting shadow. “You may not have saved him,” she says softly, putting a steadying hand on her shoulder. Nyra’s cheeks are wet. “But you can save many more. I know it’s distressing, I know it’s overwhelming, but you shouldn’t try to save everyone at your own expense. He made a mistake and he paid for it.” She wraps an arm around her. Nyra digs her face in Renira’s neck. 

“He cried for mercy,” Nyra repeats. “He cried for mercy and was denied.” 

Charr Legions are not well known for their mercy. But that’s their business. Renira knows better than to questions as firmly established as the Legions, especially as their ally. Besides, it’s not like the Whispers’ conditioning is any different in that regard. But Nyra’s a different kind of beast altogether, half-way heroic, half-way self-serving. There’s no way she could fully understand. 

Renira doesn’t begrudge Smodur for doing this. But if she had to pick sides, she would immediately side with Nyra. 

“Then you make sure as few people as possible have to plead like this,” Renira says into Nyra’s hair. Nyra’s hands tenderly wrap around her waist. “Then you make sure the Legions are victorious. You, Crecia, Efram, Rytlock. Hell, even Logan and Kasmeer. You’re not alone, remember?” 

“I suppose I have to remember that,” Nyra whispers. There’s wetness on Renira’s neck. She presses a kiss to Nyra’s temple and doesn’t let go for a long time. 

The rifles do not go off that night. 

[multi-lefaiye]

sometimes you have a trigger that cannot be reasonably and easily accommodated for, because it would require the people around you to police themselves to an extent that is not healthy for them to do.

that doesn't make your triggers and your trauma any less real or valid or *deserving* of accommodations, but deserving does not necessarily always mean that those accommodations are possible.

sometimes the best way to handle your triggers is to recognize what triggers you and do what you have to do to handle them when they come up. find coping mechanisms that work for you, and as much as you're able to, be open with the people in your life about it. even if they can't make sure you never have to interact with something that may trigger you, they can be a support system for you to ensure you'll survive the blows as they come.

it's not always possible to avoid what triggers you and it's not always possible for others to do that for you. (to be clear: i'm not at all saying people should *seek out* content that they *know* will trigger them or that they shouldn't remove themselves from situations that are triggering when they have the ability to do so, but that sometimes it's not that easy.)

(disclaimer: this is not psychological advice and i'm not saying this applies to everyone.)

[vampirebutterflies]

actually I’m gonna bitch here for a sec like WHY is being disabled so expensive like I have very good healthcare and thank fuck for rebates but !!! still!!!!

main bullshittery bugging me rn though is the absolutely unrelenting fatphobia (and so many layers of ableism) in anything to do with hashimotos

like it is FUCKING infuriating to have this constant rhetoric of “you have hashimotos?? here’s how to stop being so FAT and UGLY! (:” “here’s how to LOSE WEIGHT with hashimotos!!” “15 tips to drop 15 kilos!!!” “got hashimotos? comment HELP ME or dm to get access to my private HASHI WEIGHT LOSS group!!!” “best diets to lose weight with hashimotos!!”

even the ones that sneak this shit into otherwise decent resources you’ll have a good run of beneficial info punctuated by “oh you’re probably balding and ugly and fat but that’s okay!!! we EMBRACE body positivity here!! by bullying you into being skinny and fitting our beauty standards so you can finally love yourself!!!!” “link in bio for my best selling book HASHI HELL TO HEALED HEAVEN: HOW I SAVED MYSELF FROM BEING FAT AND BALDING AND UGLY AND TURNED INTO THE PERFECT THIN BEACHY BABE!” Violence violence violence murder maiming killing arson destruction FUCK

[bawkrya]

🥛

hi. im finally here to rant about something unrelated to flight rising at all whatsoever. 

i actually do have fan dragons of the bitches im abt to talk about though

original sin.............. 2018......................... the cdrama...........

the following is going to be pure and utter delusion as the actual show itself is a little ass, again was made in 2018, and was directed by a 54 yr old man that unironically believed early 20 yr olds of 2018 were wearing victorian deathly ill childrens pajamas to bed with fringes.

actual cws: OS is a crime show and handles pretty intense cases. primary stuff i can think of off the top of my head is SA/CSA, child neglect, serial killer who targeted young girls/women. and. i think that is it. asides from like mild gore bt im not posting screenshots of the show thts showing tht LMFAO. I wont be going into INTENSE detail abt these things but some of it is unfortunately plot relevant

so these are my babygirls

Chi Zhen (Left) & Lu Li (Right)

brief summary of Original Sin before i get down to it: Chi Zhen was a previous lawyer that did shady shit in court in order to bring justice to his clients when the judicial system wouldnt do it, it pisses off Lu Li (cop bitch) mostly bc he jst doesnt know the context of chi zhen pulling all of tht shit and lu li is like i will put you in jail. Bitch. they literally get into a fist fight after court once iirc bc lu li has ~~~anger issues~~~ (its a watered down version of what anger issues actually are and is only used so he can beat up chi zhen. and also “bad cop” trope. he has knocked the shit out of a suspect before)

anyways chi zhen eventually Does get arrested bc he gets caught helping one of his clients get rid of her husbands body, whom she had killed out of, iirc, self defense bc she was being abused, but the court was siding with the husband as he was u kno, dead. im pretty sure thats the part where lu li gives chi zhen a black eye. etc. but yeah chi zhen goes to jail for three years

after that hes tasked with taking care of a night club (that they VERY desperately wanted to be a strip club but im 100% sure censors said no), a cafe, and some other fucking building?? i dont even remember bc they never showed it but anyways one of the ladies at the night club is killed (not at the club) and turns out whoops! lu li is the head investigator of the case. and chi zhen gets dragged into it bc the guy hes watching these businesses for threatens to tell Mr. Chen who is Chi Zhens Boss Guy From Jail. (mr chen is like..... LITERALLY WE DONT EVEN KNO WE’RE NEVER GIVEN CONTEXT AS TO WHO HE IS AND WHY HE HAS SO MUCH POWER. obviously hes rich but hesj ust given No background. #@%$^&)

one thing leads to another, Dong Lingqi/Chief Dong basically blackmails chi zhen into becoming an officer to be partnered up with Lu Li bc wht do u kno they work well together and end up solving the case of one of his workers deaths within like. three days. chief dong is another we-dont-know-why-he-has-power guy. and Yes hes literally the damn. chief police guy, but its implied he had power before he even went into the police force frm Mr. Chen, and goes by the name Pixiu, BUT WE DONT KNOW WHYYYYY

anwyays so the whole show is chilu bonding (we dont see it on screen as they devote too much time to the side story case plots), them beating each other up, etc but oh fuck plot twist! and honest to god i actually like this twist bc generally i fucking hate cop shows but this one was so interesting: Lu Ziming, Lu Li’s dad, killed Chi Zhen’s older sister. And only Chi Zhen is aware of this for a long time in the show, and Chief Dong tries to use this as a motivator for chi zhen to fucking murk lu li in order to avenge his sister. chief dong has a tendency to kill his cops.

i genuinely. cant properly summarize this show like theres a LOT im leaving out there but i want to talk abt my genuine delusion rewrite that dissects every damn aspect of this show and emphasizes it.

1. women are not given enough screentime. oh my god women arent given enough screentime.

Chi Wen, Chi Zhen’s older sister, literally was the domino that lead to Everything that happened in original sin but All we know about her is that she was a piano prodigy (Lu Ziming was her piano teacher) & that she had a boyfriend.        that is it. i wouldve REALLY liked to see her dynamic with her family, as she came across as very loving in the few scenes we had, and iirc she couldnt do the whole um. there was a thing that was out of country re piano shit but i believe for family reasons she couldnt leave the country. but. She was their mothers favorite child. and its so blatantly obvious. theres NO proper discussion of it because it leans heavy into Chi Zhen still caring for his mother bc shes family, despite her Literally not giving a singular fuck about him. like he’ll try to speak and she’ll start going on about Chi Wen even tho its been. what. two decades

i wouldnt have a problem with that specifically but asides from a singular meltdown that chi zhen has while drunk, i dont think chi wen’s impact is discussed enough whatsoever.

Also i wouldve liked a ghost girl angle bc i am just so obsessed with Girl Who Has Made Her Situation Everyones Problem bc she deserves that and i think it would fuck with chi zhen mentally and i am only here to make him worse. also in my rewrite, she has parallels with lu lis daughter Yinuo.

i have Very specific thoughts about like. how she interacted with her family, her friends, and how as a ghost it wld specifically taunt chi zhen. ofc she doesnt mean to taunt but chi zhen is so fucked brain wise that it manifests into that. (i could go on about chi zhens neglect during childhood for hours because its so prevalent in the show but again its never explored deeply, and its surprising bc chi zhen has a lot more development than lu li does)

like. this goes for all of the mental illness/trauma responses in the show. but all of it is SUPER surface level and it just drives me fucking insane. 

the next woman who should have had disproportionately more screen time than she got is Wu Wenxuan, aka Lu Li’s ex wife.

Wu Wenxuan’s case is another pivotal plot point that becomes relevant in the end of the show, but gist of it (and CW for SA/Murder), she was orphaned really young and adopted by a couple who previously werent able to conceive their own kid. they end up conceiving their own kid and begin to neglect her. SA occurs. she kills her entire family while in nursing school and manages to get away with it because she copies everything that a serial killer at the time had been doing. 

Lu Li was the head investigator of this case as well. and its just. THEIR STORY IS SO DAMN SUS AND IT MAKES ME SOOOO ANGRYYYYYYYY

within three months of the case getting closed. THEY GET MARRIED. AND WWX IS ALREADY KNOCKED UP. ?????? and only ONE person from the PD is suspicious of it. ONE. and honestly its not even THAT part that gets me angry its the fact they got MARRIED within three months AND DIVORCE A YEAR LATER??#!$%$@^?%#^ the director did lu li SO fucking dirty its insane but also i hate het couples that move on that quickly like are you fucking insane. are you insane. ive been with my boyfriend Two Years and marriage is Nowhere that close in our brains. 

anwyays so like wu wenxuan is just. a tool for lu lis man pain. for some reason wwx has Full custody of their daughter Yinuo even though theres no logical reason why lu li shouldnt have at least visitation (which. he doesnt), bc i know damn well lu li wouldve fought w everything in him to get at least partial custody of yinuo. so theres just weird fucking scenes of him agonizing over losing his wife and kid. also wu wenxuan remarries not even a year after getting divorced. i fucking hate this director so bad.

BT JST. wu wenxuan was There when cz and ll were first starting to interact. she was there when lu li was partnered with chu dao (lu lis ex cop partner that was fucking murked (it is rumored that lu li killed him) (lu li did not kill him)). Why does she only have ONE fucking conversation with chi zhen and thats ONLY when her case re her family is starting to come back up. you’re genuinely telling me chi zhen doesnt try to get information about lu li out of her at Any point.

that convo they had was ass anyways bc somehow lu li just Knew chi zhen was there and they had that cis man intimidation thing where they stand and stare at each other while making passive aggressive comments idk i dont remember the scene pissed me off.

but anywyas i jst wished we couldve seen more on her side of things? honest to god it doesnt even make sense why her and lu li got together bc theres no way like. she doesnt know about lu lis dad. who was a serial killer and rapist. i just really think that would hit too close and i think she would want to Avoid Anything even REMOTELY like that? like i love the wwx/ll in my brain but canon wwx/ll is so fucking confusing i hate it so much

she jst shouldve had more participation in the overall plot instead of just being Lu Li’s Man Angst, like i want to see who she is outside of all this shit too?? from wht we can tell she’s a good mom, she went into nursing, and ALLL tht like....... give me who she is away from lu li and away frm her past. Please.

the THIRD woman who shouldve had more screen time is sophie and she ALSO upsets me bc shes another character thats solely there to be a love interest for one of the men.

shes like. 100% a character they only made so censorship wouldnt snipe them for the main two guys. im sorry. its so blatantly obvious it makes me so fucking mad. and i LOVE HER!!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHES LITERALLY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER NEXT TO CHILU!!!!!

All we know about sophie is that she had Just started working at the club when Lily, the worker of Chi Zhen’s that got murdered, had been killed. she shared an apartment with lily, and remained relevant Only really for that case. she would pop up every now and then but only as Chi Zhen needed her for other cases. nothing else. we’re even shown that chilu text each other significantly more than chi zhen even talks to sophie. #@%$^&

sophie does get re-employed at the cafe after chi zhen loses his job at the night club, but like. she doesnt come back fully until the last case, which concerns wu wenxuan. and it is LITERALLY just so she can ogle chi zhen and very suddenly ~want a family~. WE WERE NEVER GIVEN THT CHARACTERIZATION FOR HER BEFORE! like they literally tried to “pretend” to be a couple but u kno how tht goes sophie got too caught up in it.

and there IS like a scene of sophie and chi zhen getting drunk together but 1. thats when he has his drunk spiel about how lonely he is and how hehas no one to rely on. 2. he calls sophie annoying. perhaps i was just bullied as a child but if im offering some fucking man emotional support and he calls me annoying as a joke i would have kicked his ass out of my apartment. im like PRETTY sure it was sophies alcohol they were drinking too like get the fuck out. Asshole. SHE WAS EVEN LIKE. SHOCKED WHEN HE SAID THT TOO AND NOT IN A PLAYFUL WAY? LIKE SHE RLLY THOUGHT SHE WAS BEING REJECTED. but then he kisses her. bro i would have killed myself in front of him and changed his life before his eyes.

anyways yeah sophie was just a sidekick/love interest for chi zhen and it makes me mad bc while im not against them as a pairing At all its just that the director hd no actual investment in her. she was literally only made to cover up the bromance shit for the main guys.

what i WOULDVE liked to see is her maybe doing the club/cafe shit part time while she went to college full time? chi zhen was a lawyer. make her someone who admired his work before x and x happened, make her have her major concern law, have scenes where chi zhen is lamenting about the new case and how they’re stuck on something, and sophie gives him a new angle to look at. those two GENUINELY have a really good dynamic when sophie isnt suddenly Wannabe Mother and i was expecting her to be a lot more involved throughout the Entirety of the series, not jst the first and last cases....... Please.

i have more thots on her specifically but its more connected to um. sochilu. polycule

another character who shouldve gotten more is Wen Maoling simply because i think she is very lovely and she showed us that chi zhen is into dominate women and i think thats funny. i dont have too many thoughts for her unfortunately but shes involved in the evidence department of the PD and i was hoping She would also have more screentime because of such but alas.

last lady character: Yinuo. my little baby yinuo.

she is wu wenxuans & Lu Lis daughter and she was written so damn poorly even though shes QUITE LITERALLY 4 because the director just has?? no fucking idea how children work???? LIKE ANY TIME A CHILD WAS ON SCREEN IT WAS JUST BAD. but anyways i mentioned prior that i wouldve liked parallels between her and Chi Wen, moreso in how they act

i think yinuo would lean more on the assertive side just because of who her parents are, so i think she’d b a bossy lil kid, but at the same time Because Of Who Her Parents Are i think she’d be very kind. also bc of chi zhen. HER AND CHI ZHEN SHOULDVE HAD SOOOO MUCH MORE INTERACTION IT DRIVES ME INSANE. chi zhen literally just Heard that lu li had a kid and he bought her one of those big ass expensive doll houses. Immediately. like he hadnt even seen a picture of her yet he jst knew lu li had a daughter.

bt for my rewrite he’s really doting on kids and in turn doting on yinuo and hes u kno uncle chi bt ithink tht could turn into reminding him of Chi Wen. “but chi wen was older than him” listen. it would be like assuming cws role. you know. not in that yinuo reminds him of himself, but in that he’s doing the little tricks that cw used to soothe him for yinuo, hes spoiling her like cw spoiled him, etc etc.. i dont think he would want kids of his own, but he very much spoils every kid he meets Because of chi wen, and because he doesnt want kids to go through what he did. like. if lu li tries to put yinuo down chi zhen would immediately pick her back up. “shes almost 5 u dont need to be carrying her all of the time “ well little baby kids need affection........ ok ......................

i also jst think tht yinuo being freakishly smart would be a funny little thing to do. i like 2 think that lu lis mom used to be a music teacher as well, so yinuo is learning the flute, and shes REALLY good at it, but also she’s looked over cases (that lu li lets her look at) for HOURS at a time with her dad bc he has a lil office w all his docs in my rewrite so even SHE can give little tidbits of something that might be happening when lu li is agonizing over a case. of course, shes still a child, its not going to be right 90% of the time, but its still a new perspective that can be worth looking at for more minor cases. 

in my rewrite shes actually around like 7 so shes a lil older than canon but idk i love characters who have little daughters........ especially when they can be little rambunctious daughters........

and in ref to my rewrite i make lu li and wu wenxuan have 50/50 custody bc it jst. does NOT make sense to me why lu li doesnt have Any custody in canon. she’ll stay w one parent one week, the other parent the next, etc.. She also has the master bedroom in lu lis apartment and its filled to the brim w 90% of her toys. (lu li has the other two bedrooms, his personal room then an office, the bathroom connects the two rooms which is why he took those).

god. ok. i think thats everything concerning my ladies. i Think.

now onto the most. insufferable sopping wet men who are the stars of this show.

this is not in the show the actors for these two just REALLY liked kissing each other during the promo/premier whatever it was (but also chi zhen DOES fake lu li out of a kiss? and it was the one scene out of the entire show that lu li thinks back on when he thinks chi zhen is fucking dead. ?!?@$?%#^$)

anyways ive mentioned before right. Chi Zhen is a lawyer. Lu Li is a cop. i hate the latter fact so in my rewrite. ive changed it up.

Ive changed a lot ofthings up

this is just a timeline for what happens Pre OS. and i dont even have everything down. like this is still bare bones to me timeline wise. Right. 

but anyways, chi zhen remains a lawyer throughout the rewrite, but its not his primary job. He still very much takes care of the club and cafe, and takes on more minor cases that Mr. Chen specifically requests that he picks up, and said cases are usually so that Mr. Chen can get his own men out of trouble. 

Lu Li becomes a Private Investigator after his mentor (Chief Zhang) and previous partner (Chu Dao) are murdered, especially when their deaths are brushed off as Chief Dong gets promoted to Chief. theres plenty of other instances where he believe proper justice wasnt served that pushes him to separate himself from the PD, but he does still work with a Select Few people in order to find evidence for his cases. Wen Maoling and Eggwaffle namely (ignore his nickname) are two he stays in contact with along with the coroner i cant remember his name right now. 

Lu Li is. very borderline obsessed with chi zhen in the rewrite. again chi zhen was notorious for pulling loopholes and very unconventional means of winning his cases, and it was always rumored he was doing dirty work to win his cases. So Lu Li already had an eye on him before he even went to jail. This shit is magnified the second chi zhen is reinstated as a lawyer. and u might be like. how the fuck did chi zhen come back as a lawyer if he was caught hiding a fucking body.

Well. Again, he is connected to Mr. Chen in jail, and in some way, Mr. Chen is connected to Pixiu, aka Chief Dong. In the rewrite, CZ doesnt serve the full three years of jailtime, because evidence of CZ being “framed” comes up. aka they forged evidence in order to get him out and to make him their personal lawyer. so CZ does manage to get out, and hes compensated for his time in prison, but Lu Li is still very suspicious of everything, especially what they claim to be evidence. CZ himself is even alarmed that it was even pulled off at All bc he wouldnt have tried that shit himself at All.

but again. Mr. Chen and Chief Dong have connections throughout the PD, and in turn im sure that would lead into connections with certain judges.

in this ive made Mr. Chen more of a broker of sorts, but hes still involved with a lot of crime. He doesn’t generally touch murder, but he does do “loans”, drug related shit, etc. etc. and Pixiu Came from that kind of business. Pixiu specifically though was raised rich and he fully intends to remain rich while maintaining power over the legal system where he can. But! Mr. Chen being a broker/loan shark is actually how I have Chi Zhen’s father AND Lu Ziming involved with Mr. Chen. Now.

Chi Zhen wasn’t aware that his father had been involved with this sort of shit. In Canon, his father literally dips the second CZs mom gets Mystery Illness, but in my rewrite he is murdered by Lu Ziming-- something that chi zhen isnt aware of for a good while, but he does know that his father was murdered. As far as he knew, his father was a laborer that ended up in the wrong spot at the wrong time, not someone who was trying to get SOMEONE (lu ziming) to pay their debts. 

Lu ziming specifically was taking these loans Mostly for his own studio right, but also to help him cover up the fact he was, you know, a fucking serial killer. He got his own family set up with the money he got from Mr. Chen’s people, but he wasnt making enough back quickly in order to pay Mr. Chen off. which is how chi zhens dad gets involved in trying to get the debt paid.

But. czs dad finds lzm as lzm as literally murking one of his victims. and what do u kno. lzm manages to kill czs dad (who ive named Chi Yin. Actually). in order to get mr chen off of his ass, lzm specifically delivers cy’s body To mr chens base at the time as a sort of threat.

Chi Yin in this like.......... he was close friends with mr chen, and he was responsible for a lot of financial shit. He kept track of everything in relation to that, so this was VERY much a hard hit for mr chen. SURPRISINGLY though this isnt why Mr Chen chooses Chi Zhen specifically when he ends up in jail-- he didnt even realize Chi Yin had kids until Chief Dong Kindly fills him in on the situation. and of course. he used that as a way to pin Lu Li under more eyes.

LZM isnt exactly touchable. he Is in jail, but because of who he is, what hes done, and how others in jail might react to him, hes kept in a highly secured section of the prison by himself. And he still cares about his son, even though in my vers Lu Li specifically disowns him! so Lu Li is the target most are trying to go for if they want revenge of Any sort. which Mr Chen And Chi Zhen want.

On top of this, Chief Dong specifically wants Lu Li dead because he was behind the murders of Chief Zhang and Chu Dao, and Lu Li is getting REALLY close to figuring this out as of the start of the rewrite, so hes doing everything in his power to get this mf killed. Mr Chen also helped with the murders of Chief Zhang and Chu dao, so its just another reason for him to get rid of Lu Li, because his whole operation could be flipped if Lu Li decided to release Anything.

So. the rewrite rlly focuses on them using each other, them using chi zhen and wu wenxuan, etc etc against lu li, all the while lu li is solving more and more shit and finding out more and more information. It also devotes more focus to the characters themselves instead of the sidecases becoming a main focus like in theshow bc it jst. @$#%$ PISSED ME OFF! A lot of development ended up shafted because of how much they focused on the cases, esp in relation to how Chi Zhen and Lu Li bond and how things behind closed doors develop.

but yeah i just make them a lot worse. like they kind of hate each other and beat each other up in the show but i make them obsessed with each other and they Still beat each other up but its got more sexual tension LOL. i do still make them bond, its a prime enemies to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to Fucking Dead sort of deal but. etcccc

and ive mentioned it several times. Chi zhen does “die” but also no he doesnt. i dont think it was an intentional fake death, but chi zhen gets gut stabbed by some guy who had harassed sophie (and he had defended sophie from the guy) and disappears for a good year before coming back. Season two WAS supposed to go over this comeback as the ending of the show literally shows us him coming back as a cliff hanger but then um chi zhens actor got into some shit and well s2 is not coming. which is honestly where im stumped in my rewrite but at the same time theres still a LOT of stuff to develop just with the first season. You know.

like a big thing that im trying to get details nailed into is some of the symbolism. In the first episode of the show, Mr Chen is introduced while fishing. and i love me some fucking fish symbolism. but as he’s talking to chi zhen he makes an example out of the fish for if Chi Zhen doesnt get the case concerning lily solved: he cuts off the head of the fish. And it wasnt a clean cut, which is something i think was supposed to be emphasized-- he wasnt going to let chi zhen out peacefully if he let the case went cold, he would make sure chi zhen suffered if he didnt get them out of the water.

so the angle im taking rn is that Chi Zhen is bait. CZ in the show dresses as flamboyantly as they could (i dont think the costuming had ever seen a gay man but that was the prompt they were given by the director and by god they tried their best), and while the colors lean towards the dark side, theyre still a lot more colorful than Lu Li’s wardrobe. Granted! In my rewrite i make him a lot sluttier and brighter, so he fits the Bait title more appearance wise. But again, he is bait, and he is bait for Lu Li, the fish in this situation

but Chi Zhen is lead to believe that he is the fisherman. he believes hes using other people as bait in order to catch and corner lu li, and Mr Chen takes every advantage of that that he feasibly can until Chi Zhen is shown the harsh reality that hesthe one being used. but again. Mr Chen and Chief Dong are the fishermen in this case. They are not. Wu Wenxuan is also another form of bait in the rewrite, but shes more aware of her position in the chain, and it leads to u kno more complications bc she can steer the situation how She wants to better.

bc of this angle ive been basing their clothes off of different styles of bait and different fish. in the ideal world i finally breakdown and make this shit into a comic of sorts, their color palettes would be following such. but again this is still heavy development bc im intending to put Research into the fish and baits that i use as reference LMFAO.

another thing that follows this and smth ive mentioned is Chi Wen as a ghost that is haunting Chi Zhen. i just like psychological horror. Her appearing as hallucinations to freak him out, guide him, etc. is smth iwant to write in rlly bad bc it could also just key the audience more into what had happened when she was killed, instead of the direct information dump they sort of did when it came to her case. mysterious ghost girls is my favorite thing.

Also in relation to her, I have chi zhen wear one of those little necklaces u kno the one tht has matching halves. He had one that matched his sister, and Chi Wen is still wearing said necklace. in the rewrite when he becomes like.... consoled re his sisters death, he gives his necklace to yinuo as a little gift. U kno. but thts like late story for it.

in general tho colors also wld have a rlly big significance bt again i think tht wld be more obvious when it comes to like..... a comic version of this rewrite. i rlly dont think ill go thru w a full thing but if i do write it i Do want to make some pages to implement w the writing bc some things r just visual u kno.......

but. i think that is The Most General take on my rewrite for original sin that I can offer. ifanyone actually read all of this i will kiss you on the mouth. also if you’d like to inquiry specific parts (ex sochilu and how their relationship works in the rewrite, stuff about yinuo, who mr chen and chief dong are, who chilus parents are, etcccc) u can send a milk emote w the character name/question to @mingjue and i will give. an equally long fucking rant about it. im genuinely so obsessed w this damn rewrite i Will get it written one day i mean it so bad.

these men haunt me

[boomerang109]

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[paganinpurple]

AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED

Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

As well as likes, kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.

If you really liked it, you should try to comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it (so use your notes to say if you want some constructive feedback). Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them. I've seen so many authors just stop writing coz they can't handle the negative emotions the critism brings, and it's only meant to be a fun thing shared for free (pointing out tagging errors is not included in this).

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

The tag exception is if you don't want to tag a million things or spoil your story, you can rate it as "chose not to use warnings," and maybe tag the bare minimum.

Don't censor tags. How can someone exclude a tag if the word isn't typed out correctly? There are no content bans for terms so don't censor them.

If the tags are mostly content/trigger warnings, especially if they are things considered very fucked up or graphic, you might want to use "dead dove - do not eat" to ensure people know that you're not messing around with tags and what they get is exactly what you've warned them about.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLATONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite or an exchange youve written for going public). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Instead of deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - consider making it anonymous or orphaning it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore. If you still want to delete it, fair enough.

It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it. Art is also allowed.

The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed. If anyone does link, it leaves the archive open to people claiming it's for profit and having the whole thing removed.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

[lovelettered]

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[pawberri]

The key problem with "proship vs anti" discourse is that the most extreme versions of each side, the ones who actually bother to identify with these labels, accepted each others worst takes as arguments they had to debate. "Fiction =/= reality" is, in practice, an absurdly reductionist, anti-intellectual, thought-terminating-cliche that dictates we can learn nothing about a person via art and that their fiction reflects no political or moral messaging worthy of critique. In response to this, the "puriteens" who are too young to possibly hope to articulate their discomfort, to untangle their position from what is often real trauma experienced online, simply argue "yes, fiction influences and reflects reality in a 1 to 1 capacity." They, and people who want to use the groundwork they laid to make bad-faith callouts, make bad arguments about how the action of engaging in problematic fiction is on equal ground to real life abuse, or is a clear indicator of interest in real life abuse. Both of these arguments are terrible, but each side seems to radicalize the other further and further into their own brands of anti-intellectual reactionary belief. "Proshippers" become libertarian absolutists about free speech and view all transgression as righteous and alternative and therefore leftist. They gain a reactionary nostalgia for the past, desiring a time when people didn't seem to care about the implications of art. "Antis" become authoritarian and hypervigilant for signs of moral decay, at their worst, willing to align themselves with government bodies that offer carceral solutions to the debate. They are willing to use harassment as a tool of punishment, which then leads to false accusations and a fear of openness that puts people at risk of being triggered via obfuscation. (That said, proshippers also take part in plenty of harassment.)

I will say that I believe both of these movements are equally sensitive to co-opting by right-wing forces. We see the authoritarian tendencies of anti culture in harassment campaigns and even the way Republican law makers co-opt "grooming." The proship/fic crowd has such extreme nostalgia for the past that I often see people align themselves with the cultures of 4chan or other happily right-wing websites. They so heavily reject the idea that a drawn sexual depiction of a child could reflect any desire that they are disinterested in analyzing what the motivation behind the depiction is. i.e If we track the history of lolicon in Japan we do find that is, yes, countercultural, but that counter culture is right wing, very misogynistic, and defensive of patriarchial Japanese culture as it is and was including its culture around rape and abuse. Plenty of fictional content works as radicalization material, and radicalization material needs to be ambiguous. There is a valid reason to be hesitant to trust people who consume this content, even if I do not believe most of them will ever be dangerous towards children. The mere presence of sexuality is not enough to make a movement left wing. This kind of thing can again be seen in right-wing libertarian movements in the US. (And even leftist movements can be bigoted and even "pro-pedophilia" or otherwise disinterested in social reform around abuse.)

Is all content with elements of age-play this way? No. But to me, that is why kink media deserves to be treated as art and analyzed, critiqued, treated seriously. It doesn't have to do anything to anyone to be worthy of a moral critique. Said moral critique just doesn't warrant harassment and cruelty and reactionary exaggerations of the person consuming said content.

Anyway, what's my point in saying all this? I don't know. I'm just begging you to tag your God damn content with specific tags instead of random and nebulous shit like "dead dove" or "dark content", and also begging you to stop harassing people who do tag their content so I don't have to guess what "dead dove" and "dark content" mean. No one will erase incest kink fics or people who feel sickened by the idea of them off this earth because we aren't god, but we could at least all be responsible about tagging, flagging, and age-gating our stuff.

[cupcakeslushie]

I’ve been debating on saying something because I have a lot of thoughts about this, but I just want to say a quick (maybe not so quick) thought…

“Comfort Character” is not a declaration of ownership. Just because you relate to a character deeply, and see yourself in them, does not mean you get to go around policing the stories that get told regarding them, or the how they’re depicted in said stories.

I wanna be clear. Im not saying you can’t pose genuine questions and have perfectly reasonable discussions about the intricacies of hard topics. In fact, fiction can even help make those discussions easier to digest by lowering the stakes, because there are not any actual stakes when none of it is real.

Unfortunately, I’ve been seeing the entire opposite. People taking stories that may make them “uncomfy”, and declaring that they’ve now decided they are taking it personally, to near obsessive levels. You are not the only one allowed to play with these characters. It is a huge sandbox, and these toys are mass produced enough for everyone to have their own doll to do with whatever they’d like.

I get you might see yourself in a character, but that doesn’t give you the right to go around sending death threats just because someone wrote, or drew your current blorbo in an unfavorable light. Prioritizing some cluster of lines and colors over the mental health and safety of actual real human beings, is worse than whatever fictional, moral “atrocity” that you think you’re championing against. You only end up sounding just like the people calling for book banning in schools.

You are not the character. You are not being hurt. The character is not even being hurt, because they do not in fact, exist to actually experience any of the pain creators are putting them through. And most importantly, you have no claim on how other people entertain themselves with said character. Because that is what these characters are. Entertainment. They can be used in good or bad stories. If you don’t like how a creator is using them. Move on. Don’t send death threats or attacks.

Block and filter your tags.

I have triggers, but that is my issue to control and maintain. It is appreciated when steps are taken by creators to help me avoid the things that trigger me, but I don’t wish death and pain on anyone who doesn’t view the world through the same lens as myself, and might not have considered my own personal feelings on the matter. My feelings of unease or anxiety from coming into contact with my own triggers, might be valid, but initiating an attack on a creator, because I took a personal offense to their story, is not. I do not outright assume that something was created with me and my tastes in mind.

Also, this is not aimed at any one person. This is a rampant issue that I have seen first hand, going back all the way to more than a year ago. I’ve seen it happen in multiple fandoms, but as I spend most of my time in the Rise fandom, that’s where I see the worst of it. I’ve received attacks, I know other creators have received attacks, and if this keeps up, creators will just stop wanting to share anything at all.

I also need to emphasize, I’m not mad. This is not a lashing out. This is just a frustrating and hurtful trend to constantly witness, when creators are putting their own heart, time, and energy into creating intriguing and complex works of all kinds in order to broaden the beauty of this fandom, and they’re getting anonymous messages to kill themselves.

Please think about the real life person behind the art and stories you are consuming, instead of prioritizing the fictional comfort of made up characters inside the story, that will in actuality, never have any opinions on what’s being done to them. Because they do not exist.

[wndaswife]

Wanda returns to bad habits after her breakup with you.

Tags: references to smut, lot of angst!, self-destructive habits, toxic relationship, abuse, possibly triggering topics, unhealthy sex, cheerleader!wanda, references to fem!reader

Word count: 2438

Before being with you, Wanda didn’t know that there was any other way of having sex. In fact, she didn’t think sex was something one could even tie emotional connections to. 

You and Wanda never had sex until she was the one who brought it up, nearly two months into the relationship. Granted, in the beginning, Wanda never regarded it like a real relationship, taking your feelings for her for granted, using your love for her as entertainment. 

She was uncertain when you first had sex; you asked if she was feeling alright, if you were making her feel good, and you were gentle, taking time to run your hands over her body and get to know her in ways you hadn’t before. 

It made her feel so seen, so thought of. 

Wanda wondered about a lot of things for the first time when she watched as you kissed down her body, carefully undressing her and treating her delicately. 

When she laid on her back, her hip bone became more prominent and casted a shadow over a birthmark she had on her left hip, making it seem like it disappeared. Would you notice it while you were taking your time unbuttoning her pants and kissing her lower stomach?

She felt her bottom lip tremble and the back of her nose tingle with incoming tears when you pressed a kiss to it, your thumb brushing against it softly as you descended further. 

In some way, it felt good to have her clothes taken off of her so harshly her thighs burned briefly against the denim waistline of her jeans, to have nails digging into spots you would kiss tenderly, to know her body only ever belonged to you in the way you took her because she was only treated so harsh when she wasn't with you.

Wanda wasn’t close to the boys she slept with, though after being with you she didn’t quite have the same interest in being with as many as she used to. 

Vision was the only one Wanda had enough energy to see. He intellectualized his violence, at least — tried to explain that he couldn’t help but want to claim her and make her his. When he was able to pull at her hair, bend her how he wanted, slap her, spank her, redden her skin and bruise her flesh while he claimed her until he was fatigued, she belonged to him. 

She understood the rationale, enjoyed the distraction of being someone else’s rather than belonging to herself, or having to come to terms that she didn’t know herself enough to be anything on her own, or to be forced to realize that in her lack of herself, there was a lack of you too.

Why didn’t you fuck her until she was telling you it was too much? Why didn’t you make her question whether she’d reached either her threshold of pain or pleasure when she told you to stop?

Which she never did, because she never had to. 

It was miraculous the things you could read in her body — the twitching of her hips away from your fingers or a furrowing of her eyebrows.

You knew when she had enough, and when she needed more. 

Why didn’t you treat her like everyone else did?

“Was Y/N boring?” Vision asked, wrapping an arm around Wanda’s body and pulling her against his side. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to the side to press a kiss to her lips. 

Wanda felt a pain in her chest when anyone mentioned you; the only role you had in her life now was when other people brought your name up. She was only able to interact with you through discussing her time with you in the past tense. 

“No,” she answered. “She wasn’t boring.”

He reasoned, “She didn’t know you at all.”

Wanda didn’t know whether she wanted to protest and give away what was special about her relationship with you to someone else. But then he added, “The CD she put together for you, the poems and all those dull gestures — you don’t like that.”

“And you know me better?” Wanda retorted, frowning and attempting to pull away from him slightly, only to be pulled back by how his arm wrapped around her shoulders completely. 

“I know how to treat a girl.”

She held back a scoff, mostly because she wasn’t interested in arguing about you; you were too precious of a memory to discuss in argument. 

You were a memory that was hers and hers only. 

But she couldn’t help but come to your defense, for a part of her did want to talk about you, to keep you in her life that way. 

“She tried her best,” she said, leaving out the part that you’d tried your best in spite of how terrible of a girlfriend she was to you, how she used you and your feelings for her to entertain her friends. “She cared.”

Some time close to the end of the first month you were together, you put together a CD of songs for her. Wanda had never been given something like that before, didn’t understand the significance nor what you were trying to do by gifting it. 

‘For Wanda,’ it said — so simple.

She didn’t think twice before giving it to her friends.

One of them put it into their laptops and they listened to it together, wanting to see what kind of things you put together for her for your sham relationship Wanda hadn’t been putting any effort into, though a part of her was curious in a way that her friends weren’t. 

After the first two songs, skipping through most of them to get a general idea of your effort, they moved onto something else, even resolving to throw the CD out. 

Wanda argued that that would’ve been a bad decision in case you asked about it or wondered where it had gone. 

When she got home, she put it into her own laptop, her chest filled with a feeling she couldn’t explain but often felt around you when she looked through the songs and found that a majority of them were ones you or she had mentioned before. She remembered you asking if she’d ever heard of some of them. 

She listened through the entire CD that evening, laying in bed as she did. 

It felt like every word was made for her, and it felt special; you listened to all of them too, picked them out, and put it together just for her. 

She loved them all. 

Vision’s expressed contorted. “Cared about what?”

“Cared about me,” Wanda spoke quietly. 

When she thought of you, the way you made her feel, the way you cared for her, Wanda wasn’t able to do it without the inevitable following of pain. 

You cared for her like no one else had ever, treated her so gently and loved her selflessly, and now you couldn’t, and now you didn’t. 

But to voice it out loud, to speak it out into existence that she had known your love, and more than that, to know that it was no more, felt different than just reminiscing, allowing her memory to form your love into a reality in which, maybe, you just didn’t love her as much as she remembered you did. 

As much as she knew you did. 

Did she ever make you feel loved?

One afternoon, the day the two of you were planning on going out for a picnic, you came to her apartment looking conflicted and confused and upset. One of Wanda’s friends had told you about how the relationship was initially meant to be a joke, that Wanda was dared to go out with you once one of her other friends noticed that you were into her.

The things you were told and then repeated to Wanda made the things she had done to you so much more real, for in the beginning, she didn’t quite take things seriously, so the terrible things she had done almost didn’t exist.

It almost felt like she had done it all to someone else.

For her, the relationship didn’t really start until she started falling in love with you.

Suddenly, you knew that she had cheated on you several times during the first month you were together, that she had shared your poems and the CD with her friends, that she repeated all the sweet and thoughtful things you did for her to them.

At the time they meant nothing to her — how could you love her, anyhow, how could the things you did mean anything to you?

They thought the dedication and feeling you put into a fake relationship was funny. Maybe they also couldn’t fathom Wanda as deserving of that kind of love either.

Wanda never thought it was funny so much as she thought it was absurd. It was as if someone was speaking a different language to her.

“How did she care about you?” Vision asked, sounding slightly defensive. “Did she treat you like I do?”

What a fucking joke, Wanda thought, for him to place himself in your likeness, even by distant comparison.

Wanda was becoming irritated, and she would’ve much rather when he told her that she was made for getting slapped around, forcing her to swallow the truth that she liked when he did. 

But her mind flooded with memories anyways in spite of her annoyance at Vision’s prodding. 

You’d called her beautiful before, so it wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, but there was once after you’d had sex for the first time that Wanda often thought about. 

She was laying on her side, cuddled close enough to you that she could lay the back of her hand against your stomach, close enough that your hair brushed against her forehead when she adjusted her head on her pillow. 

The both of you were under her blankets. She felt warm, wrapped in your body heat as your arm draped around her naked waist. 

Your arm unwrapped itself from her and Wanda opened her eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping, but she liked how it felt not to talk and not to go anywhere — just to be close to you. 

She thought you might be leaving, but instead your hand came to her cheek, your palm warm from how it had been laying against her lower back. 

You brushed her hair away from her eyes. 

She couldn’t explain the way you looked at her; it wasn’t with any sort of intention to dominate or claim or dissect her. 

You were just looking at her, taking her in. 

At that moment, she felt a sort of pressure to perform, wondering if she should smile or blush or ask what you were looking at, but she could only look at you back, in silence. 

You’re so beautiful, you said. 

“She treats me nothing like you do,” Wanda presently told Vision, slightly resentful as she spoke. She was silent for a moment before adding, “She… made me feel special, and important.”

He could only scoff. “That’s pathetic.”

How could it be pathetic, the way you made her feel? The gentleness of your hands, the curiosity in your eyes, how loving your kisses were, how you made her feel beautiful.

Wanda laid, bored and as pathetic as Vision had said, as he unwrapped his arm from around her and turned her onto her stomach. 

Maybe if she was able to hate herself enough, she could prove you wrong, recall the memories of your love and see you as a liar or as deluded, in order to deal with the fact that she no longer had you.

Vision was good at it — making her feel deserving of hatred and filth. He would hurt her and spit the most degrading insults at her, and he’d tell her how wet she was getting, how he could feel her twitching around his cock, slap her across the face and feel her tighten, pull her hair and feel her pushing her ass back against him.

She felt the hatred and the degradation and the objectification, and each time, hoping that it would recode her body, recondition her skin to know only violence and hurt. But each time it only reminded Wanda that the feeling running through her wasn’t what she felt with you.

You’d never do these things to her, never make her feel this way.

Everything that distracted her from you could only ever be defined as a lack of you.

Anything different from you, wasn’t you.

To remedy that, she tried to think of how you might react to seeing her this way. She only felt shame; you’d think she was a monster, as fucked up like Vision had said.

If you saw the things she let happen to her, listened to the words she got off on, would you still love her, think she was beautiful?

Once, Vision asked if maybe Wanda would’ve liked you more if you’d treated her like he did. Maybe she wouldn’t have fucked around with your feelings for her if you treated Wanda as he knew she deserved.

The idea of those horrible words coming out of your mouth, the anger and the violence and the disgust, made Wanda nauseous. She remembered going home the night he suggested it and throwing up. 

You would never.

You’d never.

She tried to redefine you, thinking that maybe if you hated her you would, that you fantasized about hurting her, but even then, Wanda couldn’t imagine it. She couldn’t because she didn’t only see you as the way you loved her, but as who you were.

You were kind and gentle.

Every time she left Vision’s place, she thought every moment of her interactions with him over, trying to hate herself for things he did to her and things she let him do because she liked them. She wanted to go back to when the things you did for her meant nothing, when your love was a language she couldn’t understand.

But she couldn’t erase any of it from her memory, couldn’t rewrite it, couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen.

Anything she felt and experienced after you broke up with her was only an absence of you.

Wanda wondered if you often thought of her, or if she even crossed your mind. Maybe you were glad to have gotten rid of her. She hoped you hated her, so that way she could imagine that she didn’t cause you pain.

She hoped you might just forget about her altogether.