#if people would stop being selfish and being like ''oh but what are the odds i will kill someone. govt said its fine anyway''

[xjulixred45x]

Okay changing this request could I please ask for a yandere Poseidon with kianna but where

he introduces her and his son to his and Hercules( mostly Hades) and they end up seeing a woman with a 10 year old boy behind her that looks exactly like Poseidon but acts like her even the same personality just with his father's looks

(their son's name is Yui he was named kianna's sister Yui) and where they find out Poseidon actually kidnapped her but her odd behavior is what shocked him the most since she just accepted it without fighting even conceiving a child with him

and I'm not sure what else to really ask so the rest is up to you

Ohhhh this is interesting!

Yandere! Poseidon x Kianna! Reader: Sickenly Sweet Home

Even if Hercules wasn't proud of it, he didn't like having to visit several of his now adopted relatives, even if they all held him in some esteem. The vast majority of gods, with few exceptions, were quite arrogant, self-absorbed and selfish, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

There were relatives he got along with, like Ares, his brother. Despite their beginnings, they learned to respect each other despite Hercules' humble origins. Even Zeus himself respected and, in his own way, loved his son.

But then there was Poseidon. The tyrant of the seas. His adopted uncle.

One of the first things Hercules learned from his time on Olympus (and which forever marked his relationship with his uncle) was Poseidon's obvious dislike of humans, not only seeing them as inferior beings, but as less than animals. Which needless to say, caused a lot of arguments and fights in the family on the part of a very indignant Hercules.

Zeus always made sure that all conflict was dispelled at the end of the day of course (partly by watching out for Hercules so that he didn't have Poseidon, of all the gods, as an enemy), but that didn't stop the one-sided squabble from continuing to exist quietly.

When news broke that Poseidon was married, Hercules honestly couldn't believe it, he thought it was some kind of fake news that had gone too far, but no. That idea went out the window when at a meeting, Zeus announced that Poseidon and his Spouse were having a child, much to everyone's amazement. Poseidon looked very upset by what his brother had divulged, so everyone realized, it was the truth, Poseidon REALLY was starting a family.

Hercules didn't keep track of the matter for several years, only praying for the safety of that poor woman and her unborn child, hoping that Poseidon wasn't as bad a husband as he was a person (which he sincerely doubted, but he would have to have faith), and he had no further clues about this mysterious person until Hermes dragged him to a ceremony at Poseidon's palace.

Hercules didn't even know what the ceremony was about, Hermes just told him that he HAD to come, considering that he had been avoiding that family for what felt like AGES, he knew that Hermes meant it. So he cooperated and reluctantly went to his uncle's Home.

Hercules isn't a person to be swayed by luxuries or superficial things, so once he greeted Poseidon, he walked away from the rest of the gods and simply watched them interact, hoping that time would pass quickly so he could leave. However, at some point in the night, he felt a pair of eyes staring at his back, but the presence remained motionless… until-

-“Yui! What did I tell you about people- watching?”- an unknown female voice sounded in the hallway, when Hercules turned around, he saw a young woman, a goddess, rather, scolding a boy of about ten years old at most, who had a great resemblance to…

Oh hell, it wasn't just any ceremony, it was a BIRTHDAY.

-“I'm so sorry for my son, Lord Hercules, he's very curious but also so shy”- the woman caressed her son's blond hair, who was now hiding behind her, afraid of having angered the big man in front of him. Hercules smiled at him.

-“Don't worry! Children tend to be like that. I don't think we've met before, may I know your name, lady…?”-

-“reader, and you've already met my son; Yui”- the little boy shook his hand while looking at him with big blue eyes –“Poseidon is my husband”- what?! It was all that Hercules had in mind.

-“Poseidon and I are married”- it seemed that he said it out loud…

-“excuse my reaction, it's just that—Poseidon and I don't have the best relationship and I--I didn't think he could be married to someone so nice!"-

The woman just smiled a little, amused. –“they tell me that often. It seems that Poseidon acts very differently with the rest of the gods than when he's with us”-

-“really?”-

-“that's right. He has always been a gentle, loving husband to me, not very wordy obviously, but he genuinely loves me and our Yui very much” – a part of Hercules wanted to burst out laughing. Poseidon and gentle in the same sentence? Yeah right.

But on the other hand, he was very intrigued by this woman, or rather, the idea that this woman had been able to find not only positive aspects in his horrible uncle, but that she had somehow managed to tame him, for lack of a more eloquent word.

- “Of course, we had some rough times”- Hercules felt his hearing sharpen at this. Of course, not everything could be so good –“but that was when we first met anyway, problems from the past”-

- “What kind of problems--if I may ask obviously! Has…uncle Poseidon…mistreated you?” —“-

-“Gods no! He never did anything like that. The only time he had to put his hands on me roughly was when he brought me here”- the woman exclaimed, laughing a little.

What?

-“our romance wasn't like any other”- she leaned a little on the demigod's shoulder-“like your story of how you became a god. You weren't always like that, but someone special helped you to be better”- Hercules felt a chill when he realized what that suggested.

-“But?”- he had so many questions, but was cut off again -“Poseidon did what was best. Now I live among gods, I have luxuries, a loyal and loving husband, we even have a son together...”-

The woman stopped talking when she saw her husband in the crowd, looking at her. She just smiled with some malice, taking her son's hand to go greet his father. But not before giving a few last words to the demigod.

-“Don't worry about me, I'm happy, this is what I want”- she said while turning her back on him -“Worry about yourself…”-

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I just put Hércules bc lets be honest, Hades would be just fine with this situation. Poor Hércules is traumatized.

[xxknockoutxx]

⬤◉◉𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐘/𝐍◉◉⬤

• 𝐭𝐰!: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘/𝐍 :𝐃, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐕𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

• 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 X !𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍

•𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

•𝐀/𝐍: 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐝𝐤

•𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐰𝐰𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

The day was like any other, waking up, showering, and getting to work developing lyrics and beats and melodies. Despite doing all this yourself you frequently had collabs that you needed to be prepared for.

It wouldn't have been an issue if you didn't have to worry about Ryan; your selfish, emotionally unavailable, useless boyfriend. I mean all he would do is drink, hangout with his friends, and yell at you. It's not like you were gaining anything from being with that waste of space.

Today you had an important meeting with another music artist that wanted to collaborate so you grabbed your laptop and other music gear and locked your room before leaving the house.

It was refreshing walking outside and letting the nice windy breeze hit your face. The sky is turning a bluish orange. And leaves of the big orange trees drifted down around your feet as you started your walk or tried to. (Ignoring all the text from your boyfriend) you felt the odd feeling of being watched. It's been like this for a while but then again this part of town is quiet but lively so maybe it was just some random people.

Taking walks refreshes your mind from time to time but this is one of those cases where you wish you didn't have to walk. Like this case, the sun was slowly setting and as you walked through the busy and not so safe parts of Tokyo, an unshakable feeling of fear came over you for no reason. Or so it seems.

Despite the way you feel you kept walking because you couldn't miss this collaboration it could make your monthly listeners skyrocket. You stop at a gas station for some food and ignore some of the druggies outside. After bringing some snacks and drinks at the counter. And having a very uncomfortable exchange with the cashier, when you go back outside the druggies are gone?

Uh? Okay? The fuck...

While walking you notice a man with curly green hair. He looks at you waves at you with a warm smile. You wave back and continue on your way. Not trying to start conversation and waste even more time.

When you finally make it to the studio nobody is there so you wait and wait and wait but it all stays the same. Maybe I got the time wrong but when you looked at your phone it was most definitely right but I guess not. After a few disappointing minutes you start back up walking home. This time, in pure darkness besides the city lights and cars that illuminated the streets.

The same feeling of being watched made your eyes wet. Just keep walking, nobody is looking at you, girl. Well you couldn't have been even more wrong. The same friendly person who waved to you earlier was just walking around killing people who made your life a tiny inconvenience. People who did nothing wrong.

As you continued walking he continued following you. Above, on top of the buildings he watched you, everywhere that you went each path you took... Oh it was just like having a romantic walk home. But you didn't know he was there. You guys were so in love with each other clearly. Right?

When you got home you didn't even care what time it was but apparently to your drunk boyfriend who was awoken by the sound of the front door. It was clearly too late for you to be out and already you knew that he was gonna do his usual accuse you of cheating, yell at you, curse you out and then pass out on the couch.

I mean if that prick is good for one thing I guess it would be being loud or some shit like that. You didn't even want to deal with him so you walked past him but Ryan was for some reason way more pissed than usual and grabbed your arm.

"Let me go!" You shouted while trying to tug your arm free. Little did you know your stalker was watching and taking in the situation.

"I know ya wer' out there bein a lil slut!" He kept grabbing you and pushing you again a wall. He was way too drunk to be this angry at you when you haven't even talked to him once today.

"Ryan, get the hell away from me!- you guys both freeze as the sound of shattering glass echoes throughout the house from the kitchen.

"what the f-...."

Ryan walks towards the kitchen still as angry as before but a little bit more wary this time. You follow behind him and stop, practically shaking when you see the same individual who waved at you, standing before you. with a knife and a uncanny grin.

Your adrenaline started kicking in as you panicked at the sight of the stranger standing before you. He saved you but only so he could finish you himself? It was all too much to think about but. Everything went quiet until you broke the silence.

"Y-you... I saw you... At the gas station"

The green haired man smiled at your revelation and nods. Ryan, however, still found a way to make you seem like the bad guy. As usual..

"this the dude ya was sluttin' out with?" He says drunkenly while stumbling over his words and staring at you angrily. He takes a step closer to you and raises his hand at you and then it all goes blank. Besides the cold feeling coating your body. When you open your eyes, confused by the lack of impact you notice the liquid covering your body and the body of your boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend.

You stare at the body for a bit longer than normal, just processing everything. You weren't sad or bothered by his death it was just an inconvenience that he died in your house, and got his blood on your body. Your face was stuck in an expression of shock but you felt something way different than shock. Was it relief?

"you killed him..."

Before you could steady yourself and run away to call the police you lost all of the energy and will to move. Your vision doubled and you just remembered the cold feeling of your head hitting the floor.

You woke up to the warm, soft and velvety sheets of Izuku's bed. As you slowly regained consciousness and your vision you noticed that obviously, this wasn't your fucking house. You sat up and looked around the room until you saw izuku sitting down across the room from you, just looking.

You tried to talk but nothing came out, Izuku picked up on this and walked towards you. Panic. That was all you could do at that time. When he raises his hand you flinch and prepare for the impact but just like last time there was no impact or at least not anything intense. A calloused hand gently brushed your cheek. Confused, you slowly opened your eyes to see what was happening.

"Don't worry, doll. I'd never hurt you..."

What? What did he just say to you? Did he call you doll? It was all very strange but you noticed the odd amount of sincerity in his voice.

"W-why am I here? Where am I?..."

"You're here because this is your new home."

I was writing this for a couple of days bc I had no inspo but yeah I finished it!

The 18+ themes are warnings for the entire story not this part.

⏤͟͟͞͞✰𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱

[wolfofcelestia]

oh i agree. i think he’s very emotionally intelligent and very secure in his masculinity. even when they threatened to curse him as a kitty forever he was so unfazed because he literally couldn’t care less if he had to intimidate other underworld crime bosses with a fluffy tail and pointy ears.

he even walked out accidentally with a funny face mask MC bought for him and couldn’t care less about how people were staring 😂

but yeah he’s very self aware and just… very gentle. sylus gives me the impression of a person forced into a life they never wanted to live due to circumstances. and he’s so respectful of every person from every walk of life because he sees the complexities of society and socioeconomic backgrounds/unsavoury conditions.

like he’s always the first to be like “the N109 zone isn’t just a place for degenerates. it’s a place of business. if you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you” every time MC assumes people in these areas are just all slimy criminals. he calls out her prejudice in a very gentle way because he understands that most people in these parts of the city are victims themselves and are just trying to survive (reminds me of gotham)

even in abyssal chaos you can tell he has a deeper understanding on vagrant’s land and has respect for the way the people there live their lives and doesn’t judge or see things in a superficial manner. and challenges MC’s prejudice towards the people living there in what i’m guessing are “slum-like” areas? it’s so “politically informed and educated” of him honestly haha. he’s kinda like the morally grey people’s princess. he isn’t a hero but he does care for the innocent and wants to help the underprivileged. he never punches down. he only ever challenges corrupt people in power.

i’m excited to see what more there is to his story. how he became a crime boss and why. because seeing his personality, it feels kinda unlikely that he’d choose this path willingly. he talks about being tired of power struggles and bloodshed too much to actually want this, so my guess is he’s trying to stay at the heart of intel by running the N109 zone himself so he can stop the crime from within. he’s always been at odds with the judicial bodies so he’d rather die than be a cop. so he’s low-key a vigilante of sorts from what i see. but he’s also so reluctant to admit that he actually cares and seems to frame everything as selfish when it’s obvious he just likes helping people. hes so intriguing to me.

He strikes me as someone who fell into the role of being a big name in the N109 zone because he wanted to help those who were wronged, like he was, if you take his myth as canon. He has the strength to do it, so he uses his strength to shield those weaker than him. And if it means taking the brunt of the law, he would do that too, because as we've seen, he can easily escape. His evol and his aether core allow him to do things normal people would never be able to do, so he lends his power to help those less fortunate

His imposing figure and his willingness to help make him the perfect leader for a group that feels more like family as opposed to a rank and file organization. In the cafe, he asks you to rate your interactions with him and I feel like he would do the same with Onychinus, giving them surveys to keep tabs on what's going well and what needs to be improved

Even if he implies MC is the only one who cares about him, I feel like all of Onychinus would happily sacrifice themselves if he ever needed protection tbh. He was the one who took them in, treated them well, and protected them, and they would give him everything in return

Him being on the wrong side of the law fits into his desire for freedom. And some things just can't be done within the confines of the law. After all the injustices he's seen and experienced first hand, I don't think he has any respect for the law whatsoever, so he does what he believes is right to do what needs to be done. He's definitely a vigilante or at least an antihero

Sylus still needs more of his free 4* companions and anecdotes. Not to mention more 4* cards for him in general, so hopefully we'll see more sides to him in version 3!

[cyxnidx]

LET ME ADORN YOU !

character: pantalone

genre: smut

warnings: body worship, that one thing where people compare you to a god..? i cant remember what its called ims orru

a/n: i adore the idea of Pantalone adoring us like omfgsjdhehhe (its been a long day so any mistakes pleass ignkre, i may or may not be borderline drunk rn)

"oh, dear." you heard your husbands voice, his tone breathy as you felt his gloved hands glide across your body. "i'd like to touch you, but.." he sighed, eyes meeting yours. "i feel even that would be a sin."

his eyes trail down your body once again. "i've done a lot in my lifetime, all without a second thought, or even no thought at all. however, when it comes to you.." he trails off. "..you; you make me want to stop for a moment. to contemplate my current decision - any next decision concerning you."

pantalone admired you deeply. not only for the fact that you were one of the few to catch his genuine attention, or to even make him stop for a moment, to stop his world from spinning, but also because your body mesmerized him.

almost to the point of obsession.

"i feel a bit odd saying this, almost like it's something dottore would say, but.." he paused for a moment. "..i feel it'd be only right of me to ask permission. to purify myself before doing such a thing - i feel it'd be necessary." he states. "i feel that even my gloves shouldn't be able to touch such a delicate surface such as your skin."

you bring your hands to his face, kissing his forehead softly. moving from his face and down to his hands, you removed his gloves and place his now bare hands ontop of you. "there's not a need for such a thing."

a smile began to etch itself onto pantalones face. a smile you recognized, yet still so vague you couldn't determine the true meaning behind it - was he manic, or was he mad?

"so divine.." he runs his cold hands along your side, kissing your forehead softly. "..such a blessing, you are." he moves down to your cheeks, jawline and collarbone whilst his hands mess with the hems of your waist band of your bottoms.

lightly, he grabs at your thighs, waist and hips. he moves to kiss what seems to be every inch of skin in the surrounding areas. "god, i love you." he'd mumble against your skin. "i adore you.. i adorn every inch of skin on your body, i have a desire to relish in your presence forever, for as long as my heart beats."

occasionally biting, he'd move to your chest and lick at your nipples for a moment before continuing his small kisses against your plush skin. "so perfect, so delicious.." he kisses your lips, eyes fluttering closed as he does so.

"a god must've sculpted you.." he tells you, moving toward your ears, whispering in a honey smooth voice. "and instead of being a bit selfish with you, unlike myself, he decided to gift me with you." he nibbles on the cartilage lightly. "..and i'm glad he did."

his fingers diligently pull your bottoms down all together while his lips dance with yours, a groan coming from his mouth when he feels even more of your warmth that was hidden under your clothes.

"goodness, darling." he almost pouts. "tell me, why haven't i began taking your clothes off quicker.."

[songsofbat]

what's the use of feeling what's the use of feeling oh what's the use of feeling blue (or, mun feels like writing corus but they're already in a roleplay..)

There's someone in their mind.

Corus-Calla-Corvus is... aware of that. There's something wrong and they can feel themselves flicker in and out of consciousness.

It's their minds eye that leads them onwards, stumbling blindly so they can grip onto hand rails and get rid of their mistakes.

Their flaws.

But every now and then they sort of...stop.

Stare at their phone. Or the wall. Not quite the wall. The emotions on it- crawling, crawling, ever crawling. A web.

They track their hand over twisting strands.

They're so tired.

There's so much to do.

Poda's going to make sure Signal doesn't... stop them, they suppose. So at least they won't have to worry about that.

"I don't understand." says the thing that sounds like a funeral dirge. "Why are you checking on people? The only one who wants you around is the white haired child. He doesn't seem to need you around."

It doesn't say Ceph doesn't care, at least. Maybe ignoring its words and burning it had given it the hint.

Their body flicks through different screens. The other people who went by Corvid. Vice. The bats. Carnival. Morgan? No, the same. The same.

"You're quite odd," it continues, and there's an upturned quality to its face, a vague widening to the eyes that almost seems like genuine interest. Maybe it is. Maybe it's not.

Emotions around it are.. faint. Hard to feel.

"You do not interact with her because she does not want you around. Yet, you watch over her. What exactly do you gain from this? You clearly have no intentions of interfering." They want to throttle it.

So they do.

It stares at them with eyes red like (her) hair.

It doesn't stop.

It won't shut up.

"You're the same as I am," it prattles on. "Wouldn't it be logical for you to either not care about her entirely, or do something about it?"

Why can't the dirge be playing for it?

"It's quite easy to change people's minds, you know!"

Disgusting.

She doesn't want me around, they say, perhaps. Their mouth isn't moving. I'm not like... (Jacyn? Not like you? Not like some obsessed stalker? ) I'll respect that.

I annoy her, they continue. She was tolerating me. I should not disturb her.

...somehow, those emotionless red eyes feel judgemental.

They don't know why they're talking to it.

...maybe because it looks like them. Corus-Calla-Corvus-Corvid, shifted off.

Red eyes. White skirt. Not quite them.

Requiem's fragment stares.

Not quite a fragment.

Something worse, perhaps. Sinking into their consciousness and refusing to leave.

Poda says it refuses to be removed- but that's okay. When they do a proper fixing this time- they'll drag it down with them.

It's okay to talk to it. It's okay to humour it.

It's just... keeping it occupied. Until Poda can get Signal to leave. Until they finally get to fix this mess of a mind.

"You're being quite illogical."

How so.

"You aren't friends."

...and?

"You wish to be friends with her."

Selfish.

"But you want, anyway."

Doesn't mean they have to act on it.

"You wish to be friends. It is causing you...quite some despair. Would it not be easier to simply cut off those feelings?"

If they cut off emotions for other people, they wouldn't be able to protect them.

"Your friendship with her was detrimental to you."

Scroll, scroll. They don't care.

"Forgetting her entirely would be wise. She doesn't care for you, after all."

No more forgetting. No more running. The truth burns, and they'll let it.

"Are you harming yourself?"

The truth is needed. It allows them to make the best possible decisions.

"Are you harming yourself?"

The truth is useful. They can shut off the emotions when they've fixed themselves.

"Are you hurt-"

Shut up.

"Are-"

Shut up.

" Shut

up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Corus-Calla-Corvus-Corvid doesn't deserve to exist.

They're doing what they must.

They're not going to run from the truth.

Gotham doesn't need Corvid as a hero.

Gotham needs tools. Weapons. Shields.

Useful things.

( Once upon a time, there was a Gala. And you learnt how to smile just right, even if you didn't mean it. Once upon the time there were galas. You learnt how to be soft around the edges, pleasant and good. Once upon a time, there was an actor. They were capable of convincing people to not waste their time on them. )

" ?", it asks, and the question sounds unreal.

Because you never hear anybody asking that question in real life.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Oh, Minglan.

This is what happens when you take the attitude of "It's no big deal if my husband sleeps with morally questionable other women." 🙄

I am fully on his side on this issue but I feel like hasn't done a good enough job of expressing just how disgusting he personally finds these concubines that everyone keeps trying to force on him. Minglan has been brainwashed by the patriarchy and it will take her a while to find her ground and feel secure enough to put her foot down, but what is stopping him from advocating for himself?

My guy, just say NO.

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LMAO, he's the ruthless and stupid one?

Chang'er's death is his fault? I cannot with this evil narcissist.

***

Fuck you.

Maybe if your garbage ass had not kidnapped him, he wouldn't have gotten sick. And if he had, they would have been able to afford a doctor.

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I hope he really rips her limb from limb.

The more I see of her and of Lin Qinshuang, the more valid I find Mo Ran for deep-frying fucking Song Qiutong.

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Unfortunately, Minglan talked him out of torturing her to death 😕

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LOL, let's hope that at least the piece of shit maternal uncle gets tortured.

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Please tell me we will get to see a beheading 😭

I am so sick and tired of these people. They have been trying to murder Gu Tingye for fifty episodes now. I am so done 😭😭

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I love it when cats make guest appearances in dramas 💙

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Hell person.

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In general, I am not pleased with how this story has handled Manniang and her children. It all seems sanitised and on easy mode for Minglan because the true circumstances of him having this whole family before marrying her diminishes the romance as it is and making it any more realistic would probably have snapped a lot of people out of rooting for the main couple because they could no longer idealise it.

I mean, look at this:

If this show was realistic, the odds are that Rong-jie, with a vindictive, abusive, neglectful biological mother who abandoned her like this, would have taken all that trauma out on Minglan because this is how kids tend to react in such situations. She would have given her stepmother hell because she was there and a convenient target, while the narcissistic, toxic, neglectful bio mother was not.

Also, killing Chang-er is the writers taking the easy way out because now they have eliminated Gu Tingye's eldest son and possible heir from competing with Minglan's children for the title and the wealth. It's such a cop-out. With Chang-er in the picture, the only way Minglan's children could inherit would be if Gu Tingye refused to acknowledge him as a son, which would absolutely destroy his image and tank the character in the eyes of the viewers.

This way, Minlgan's children get all the benefits without her having to fight for them at the detriment of Tingye's older children and Tingye gets to preserve his image of a doting and responsible father, putting all the negative connotations of his irresponsible first common-law marriage onto the evil Manniang. Gu Tingye and Minglan maintain their noble images and Manniang is scapegoated to enable this. It just leaves me feeling a lot of ick.

It may be unfair of me, but I respect the writing on this show a whole lot less because of these decisions. The truth is, overall, this drama is better written than 99% of other dramas so I feel extremely weird getting hung up on this and letting it get so magnified in my head, but I feel like the fact that the rest of this drama is so realistic and well-written works against them here. There are standards here that were set and I am expecting the rest of the story to proceed on that level, but these standards are no longer being met because meeting them implies compromising the untarnished image of the main characters. It is so convenient and such an obvious cop-out, that I genuinely feel swindled and somewhat salty about it.

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So selfish and so fucking evil.

What did Rong-jie ever do to her?

She is the one who abandoned her, she's the one who took the boy out and caused his death. She will just blame anyone except herself for her shit selfish decisions.

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WTF.

Rong-jie is going to need so much therapy, which is unfortunately not a thing in Song Dynasty China.

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Fucking finally, some good decisions.

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Oh, yeah, Xiaotao and Shito are definitely a thing.

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So gorgeous 🧡

Definitely a potential reference pic.

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She is the poster child for an untreated personality disorder.

I'm so glad I live in the XXI century where mental health care is available, not that it prevents a whole lot of people from still acting like this and blowing up entire lives.

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Don't you worry, evildoer, your comeuppance is also coming!

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 10 (chapter 1-9 here)

A minor correction about the prev chapters

Raghav pov

An array of emotions flashed through Ranveer's eyes, too quick for Raghav to read. He gulped. The significance of the moment, the unspoken knowledge that this right now will determine both their fates, hung heavy in the air. Still he couldn't help but look at his Adam's apple, its motion and how it sent a subtle ripple of activity throughout his throat muscles. Rein it in, Raghav, he told himself, this is NOT the time. 

Raghav could see he was conflicted. He couldn't blame him. If he was in Ranveer's position, he would also contemplate if he was worthy of divulging his emotional baggage and secrets. 

Whatever they were, it seemed Ranveer had decided he was not worth knowing those. 

Ranveer took a step back, "it's none of your business. Please mere case se utar jaa." He took another step back, "Me ab kabhi dance nahi kar sakta, and there's nothing you can do about it."

He pivoted and started to go back, but Raghav took his hand and stopped him there. He didn't turn back, just letting him hold his hand. Raghav wanted to see his face, but it seemed his back had to do. 

"Mujhe koi idea nahi hai teri life me kya ho raha hai, nor will I pretend that I do, but it seems you're letting it win, whatever it is that has pushed you into this." Raghav saw his back go rigid, his shoulder tense, and he knew he struck a chord. So he continued, "Some dance to release their tension, others dance to relieve their souls and escape their lives. But I've seen you, Ranveer, I see you," Ranveer's hand on his tightened, his grip on him giving him strength to continue, "and I know dancing sustains you. It feeds your soul. It gives you life. You come alive onstage and it's something people cannot tear their gazes off. You are magic to behold, Ranveer Kashyap. It would be a bit selfish of you to deprive the world of that beauty that only you can create, won't it?"

By the end of it, Raghav's voice was hoarse and he was surprised he wasn't on his knees begging him to stay. It certainly felt like it, like he just bared himself open and put himself on platter for Ranveer, his to stitch or ravage further. 

After an eternity of silence, Ranveer faced him. What he saw on his face made his knees buckle in relief, made him release the breath he didn't know he was holding. Ranveer's eyes were wide, lined with silver. There was devastation written plain on his face, as if he was the victim of a Shakespearean tragedy. 

He cleared his throat, cleared twice, "That's a lot of pretty words."

Raghav pulled his lips into a resemblance of smirk, even though on the inside he was damn near weeping, "What else did you expect to come out of this pretty mouth?"

Ranveer's eyes zeroed on the said mouth, and it made Raghav's heart stop. He couldn't move a muscle, couldn't do anything but watch him look at his lips. What is happening here? He wondered faintly. What in God's name is happening here? 

His already dark eyes seemed darker, and the intense look of his eyes focused on his lips made Raghav bite them, feeling the look as if a burning finger stroked him there. 

The movement jarring him out of his thoughts, Ranveer's eyes snapped to his, an odd look of determination and something else in them. Raghav jumped when he felt Ranveer's hand squeeze his. He'd forgotten they were still holding hands. 

Ranveer pov 

Pull yourself together, Ranveer scolded himself. Dear Lord, what was he doing, shamelessly staring at Raghav's lips like that? He felt goosebumps rising on his arm. 

Raghav had gone through all that to get him back to dancing. And Ranveer repaid that by being a creep who didn't know where to put his eyes on. Sure, Raghav's lips were unlike any other he'd ever seen. They were the softest hue of pink, plush as the petals of a carnation. And then he was pulling the bottom lip between his teeth and oh lord. 

Ranveer looked at him, determined to not let his eyes lose their way this time. What was he doing? Feeling ashamed of his own actions, he asked the first thing that came to his mind, "Where's the music?"

Raghav smiled, and the sparkle of joy in his eyes was almost enough to keep Ranveer's gaze from flickering back to his lips. Almost. 

What brought him back to his senses was when the smile was replaced with a scowl. Whatever mysterious potion had been swirling in the air around them, it was gone now. He could sense the tension trickle back in. 

"What do you mean where's the music? First you'll tell me why you ever even thought of quitting dancing."

The question he had dreaded the most was back, but he knew he couldn't avoid it any longer. "Raghav, I…"

"I'm listening," he replied.

"Listen. I know maine tujhe ignore kiya, I'm sorry. Maine bohot stupid decisions bhi liye recently, I'm sorry for that too." Ranveer mentally winced. This was just turning into him apologising for what a spectacular ass he had been, and he hadn't even realised until now. "I'll tell you everything, pakka. Just… abhi nahi."

Raghav weighed the options. Even through his fifteen layers of judgement, Ranveer saw where the favour was falling. "Okay," he said, and relief flooded through Ranveer. "But just know, I'll be haunting you for every waking moment until you tell me."

That was… okay. That was alright. Ranveer had survived worse. "So… Where's the music?"

The smile was back on his face, that unguarded joy back on those damned lips of his. "Right here."

[storkmuffin]

Previous anon said "Your post about his aegyo and about how it reads as masculine to you rather than feminine because he does it specifically for attention and because it pisses people off really felt like it made something click in my brain." <- this is exactly it!!! It was really a moment of oh so THAT is what I'm looking at. Also out of selfish reasons (words words words!) I hope your interest in Wooyoung will last for a looooooong time <3

Wooyoung is so interesting. HE JUST IS. And I love that he's somehow such a spitfire still, when the Idol industry works so hard to sand down harsh edges. The definition of irrepressible.

You didn't ask this but I kind of want to go off about 애교 actually.

A very close friend that grew up right across the street from where the original SM Entertainment HQ offices used to be told me when I confessed that I'd been getting into Kpop (with a certain surprised judgmental look in her eyes ㅠㅠ) that two things had forever turned her off from Idol culture and Kpop music and everything to do with it : a) The girls who would chase after the Idols' cars, run into the street, and cause traffic incidents. I think they've mostly stopped doing that, because the fandoms began to police themselves. But back in the day, they looked deranged and pathetic to her, and she wanted nothing to do with them. b) The fact that the entertainment industry demands these 'aegyo" actions from only Idols. We don't force people who are actors to do them, nor comedians, and tellingly, former Idols who become actors and end their music careers are never asked to do aegyo, according to her. She finds the idea of a twenty something adult being asked to do that stuff grotesque in the extreme.

It's something I've observed about the way the extreme egalitarianism and obsession with correct form works in Korean culture. Rather than make the beauty standards more normal for women, we started to demand that men too have poreless, perfectly even skin (and wear BB cream and foundation and get eye brow augmentation etc etc). Rather than NOT assigning an arbitrary number like say, 49 kgs, the designation as a perfect weight no matter what for a woman, we now have a culture where the men too are constantly on some sort of diet, talk about calories, talk about body fat composition, talk about what they can and can't eat etc etc. SIGH. So, in entertainment, rather than stopping the bullying actions of forcing female Idols to do aegyo they don't want to do, the culture turned around and started it demanding it hardcore from male Idols.

WHICH (to bring it around to Wooyoung again) is why Wooyoung ramping it up to like a thousand when he does any sort of aegyo, pushing it to excessive levels of saccharine, to making his voice not just high but squeaky, and being relentless about it while his teammates cringe away from him seems both like a subversion and an act of aggression. He'll do it, yeah, because he's good at his job, but he will fuck up everyone around him as he does it and have himself a good time, besides.

Among the Stray Kids, Changbin (not coincidentally, Wooyoung's pretty close friend), who also has a pretty manly demeanor (his producer seat moments are 1,000% 형아미 and I love that about him) will do similar sorts of intentionally, subversively too-much types of aegyo. Compare contrast to Lee Know, who actually martyrs himself and makes himself miserable, in a different act of resistance by cooperation - wherein he does exactly what is demanded, even though clearly it feels to him like he's slicing his own lips off his face, and then collapse (literally) into a heap, throat and ears red, hiding his face, as the always kind Felix says, like he's at a funeral, "Wow, Hyung, you're incredible."

Because I got into Kpop unexpectedly and after a whole lifetime of not engaging with it, initially I think just accepted all these shenanigans as a (rather odd, sometimes uncomfortable) convention within the genre of Idol content. Obviously, I prefer the devious, shrug-it-off / blow-it-up types of choices that Wooyoung makes, to anything else- either sincere engagement, or suffering martyrdom.

[codenamesazanka]

There was that joke in the fandom about Horikoshi looking through fanfics to see what theories to make canon like the "Dabi being Touya" or "the UA traitor" (even tho most of those were just stuff hinted at in the canon before hand). Since we're doing the whole "sharing memories" bit, the one fanfic trope he can definitely throw in the manga right now is the "Spinner tells Shigaraki he used to have a tail that got cut off by bullies"

Is that a popular trope? Enough to be a thing Horikoshi would pick up on. I don't think it's anywhere near the same level as 'Dabi is the lost Todoroki son' and 'UA Traitor is _____'… but it would be interesting if Spinner Tail Trauma is made canon.

Though at this late stage, I don't know if I want it, to be honest! If it's a memory, it's angst fuel to develop characters other than Spinner - guy wouldn't even be there for it. It would a real iffy choice to show something deeply personal and traumatic that happened to Spinner, something so unjust, without Spinner there—and really only for the benefit of the contrived connection between Shigaraki and Deku.

I guess because Spinner is still unaccounted for, he can still show up so it doesn't have to be just a memory, but. Still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. HeroAca resolutions are less about the victims and what they're owed, and more about how cool and merciful the Heroes are for saving them. This would be that, but even more so, and infinitely worse.

Plus, it would make the heteromorph riot mini-arc even more of a mess. Not to say there's levels of suffering that can be compared, but in-universe and in story, Shoji is kinda framed as having been worst off - his parents weren't heteromorphic like him, he got bashed in the face with a rake and was heavily scarred for life after he saved a girl from drowning, then he even has to wear a mask to prevent people from thinking he's resentful for being the victim of a hate crime. All that, but he came out of it with a strong and golden moral core, ready to be a great and inspirational Hero who protects the status quo.

Shoji's positioned as being in the right: here was a kid who suffered terribly, but he still managed to overcome the odds and be a Good Person, who thought deeply about the Right Way to end discrimination and is putting it into action (which is being a model minority). So what's everyone else's excuse?

Meanwhile, Spinner's backstory is that he only gets sprayed with pesticides, succumbs to being a NEET hikikomori, and goes running off to join terrorists without a single original thought in his head. For the narrative to work, he needs to be the selfish, hypocritical loser who didn't try hard enough to overcome his hardships that were comparatively mild.

If Spinner was revealed to have a tail cut off by bullies, the bnha balance of heteromorphic good and evil would collapse. A young boy's classmates mutilates him as the apex of heteromorphobic bullying, and the victim was left to languish as a high school dropout shut-in? That's not something that can be fixed by waiting out generations (just wait for the adults to die! their mindset would go with them—oh, but the perpetrators are the new generation…) or having the victim change their behavior (there's just no excuse for chopping off a child's body part). That reveals something much darker in the fabric of society that Heroes' plucky 'work-harder! plus ultra!' optimism are unequiped to handle.

At the very least, it's something that "Stop holding a grudge" and "Sorry for not realizing earlier" (as the rando hero tells the PLF guy in Chapter 373) and "Shine bright until your torments feel ashamed" are utterly insufficient and unconvincing in resolving. Not quite as inspirational, you know?

I'm sorry anon! I know you were asking as a joke, offering a fun idea. And I do like it! I'm still not opposed to Spinner having that canon backstory if the writing around it was to suddenly radically change the story and expand it by 300 more chapters to fix everything. I still love the idea that Spinner had a tail. I just took it too seriously and overthought it. My apologies. Thanks for the ask.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 40/53?)

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Word count: 1547

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Creativitwins

Warnings: suggestive clothing, alcohol, shenanigans, crimes

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“ROMAN!” 

Roman jolted awake as their sibling threw themself onto his bed, causing him to bounce slightly. Remus didn’t seem to care that he’d been sleeping as she wiggled her way up until their head was on the pillow next to his.  

“What?” Roman groaned, their attempts to pull the duvet over his head hampered by Remus weighing the covers down.  

He used to have his own floor, so it was at least a little harder for Remus to bother them during their beauty sleep, but now he was staying in her guest room, and they could barge in whenever she wanted. Like when he was trying to sleep, for instance.  

“It’s midnight,” Remus explained, as though that meant anything.  

“So?” If Roman ducked a little, he could hide their face under the corner of the duvet.  

“It’s our birthday.” 

Oh.  

Their birthday.  

They’d forgotten about their birthday, what with everything else going on and all.  

Roman shimmied his hand out from under the comforter and held his pinky out to their sister.  

“Make a wish,” they said. She twined her own pinky with his and they both closed their eyes.  

This was their tradition, to make a wish on their birthday. They didn’t know when they’d been born, so they just did it at midnight.  

There were rules to the wish:  

It had to be lofty — too lofty to actually achieve, at least before their next birthday, anyway.  

It had to be selfish — no wasting it on anyone else.  

It had to be different — no wishing for the same thing every year.  

With those rules in mind, Roman closed their eyes and wished to be cast as the first gay Disney prince — his wishes were usually pretty similar every year, but he made sure they varied enough to follow the rules.  

“Roman?” Remus whispered after they had spent a few minutes in silence, eyes still closed.  

“Yeah?” He had almost drifted off again, but they fought to keep awake.  

“Can I sleep here tonight?” 

“Yeah.” They gave up on staying awake, but they thought he heard Remus whisper a thanks before they were out.  

The next morning, by unspoken mutual agreement, the two got dressed in their most flamboyant clothes and took full advantage of being two of the three people who could safely leave the building by hitting the town. They always preferred to be just the two of them on their birthday, which really worked out this year as Roman highly doubted either of their friends remembered — heck, Roman had almost forgotten, he could hardly blame Janus or Logan if they had forgotten too.  

The first stop on the birthday docket was their favorite cafe where their favorite baristas, a blue and pink haired woman named Jinx, was ready with their usual, plus two birthday cake pops.  

“Birthday pops for the birthday twins,” Jinx laughed as Remus snatched up her order hungrily.  

“Jinx, my love, I don’t know what we would do without you!” Roman pretended to swoon.  

“Die miserable, I’m afraid,” Jinx shook her head in mock sadness.  

“All too true!” Roman agreed. “Alas, if only I were in to women, and you attracted to men, we would be unstoppable!” 

“The gods are conspiring to keep up apart!” Jinx pretended to swoon as well.  

“Well if you ever get tired of flirting with Roman,” Remus rolled their eyes, having devoured their entire breakfast sandwich already. “I’m always available to be the other woman.” 

“Betrayed!” Roman cried dramatically. “And by my own flesh and blood no less!” 

Jinx laughed again, but valiantly attempted to sober up as another customer came through the door. “I still have to work, but you two paint the town red for me — or green, as the case may be — alright? Happy birthday.” 

“Goodbye, my beloved!” 

“Bye Jinx!” 

The two left the cafe, and once back out in the sunlight, Roman couldn’t resist twirling and allowing their scarlet skirt to flare around them. For just a moment, their spirits soared, then reality came crashing back on him.  

“We’re bad friends,” they observed glumly, the sunny weather no longer reflecting his mood.  

“Nah,” Remus waved his concern off. “We can’t exactly help anyone at this stage, and lying around feeling like shit isn’t gonna help anyone at any stage.” 

“You don’t feel bad that we’re treating ourselves?” 

“Nope! As Janus likes to say: self-care, bitch! They’d want us to be selfish today, as long as we aren’t getting in their way — which we’re not.” 

“A lot’s changed in a year.” Roman observed.  

“Hmm,” Remus agreed halfheartedly. “Maybe by next year we can overthrow the government!” 

“Please tell me that’s not what you wished for,” Roman begged — that sounded like a lot of work.  

“Nah, it’s what I wished for last year.” 

Roman stopped in his tracks to groan, but Remus kept walking, forcing Roman to rush to catch up.  

The second stop in their birthday outing was an occult shoppe in the mall that sold candles that Roman liked and oddities that Remus liked. Before and after the shoppe, they did some window shopping — also known as casing the joint, a birthday wasn’t a birthday if they didn’t commit some crimes — at the surrounding stores.  

In the center of the mall was a large, multileveled fountain. Roman and Remus spent over an hour and twenty-three dollars in dimes trying to outdo each other in terms of tossing coins into the fountain. Tosses were judged both on style and on distance from the fountain when the coin was tossed, bonus points were awarded depending on which level of the fountain the coin landed in. People sent them strange looks as they did this — while dressed in a flamboyant acid green bedazzled suit and a scarlet ball gown — but the twins hardly cared.  

They had lunch in the mall food court before heading back to their lair in order to suit up and rob the stores they had scouted earlier in the day. Coincidentally, the mall was the same one Thomas and Nico had been abducted from; the damage had been repaired, but Roman got some satisfaction in undoing those repairs.  

It was just a simple smash n’ grab, and with no heroes in the city, there wasn’t much resistance. With Dr. Frankenstein and Serpentine busy trying to infiltrate the government, the task of causing chaos throughout the city fell mostly on Gemini’s shoulders (there were other villains too, but Roman found most of them to be pompous jackasses not worth collaborating with), and petty crimes like robbing stores in the mall were encouraged. Roman ended up taking home a gorgeous ruby necklace that he would, unfortunately, have to be an idiot to wear in public any time soon; Remus got a large, glittering skull ring that she insisted on naming Yorick.  

They returned to their lair to stash their ill-gotten gains before returning to Remus’s their shared floor to pull off their third wardrobe change of the day. After grabbing a quick dinner at one of the food trucks that hung around the park, their final destination of day would be The Wrecking Ball, so Roman put on a pair of red booty shorts, a white mesh cut out top, leather harness, and a pair of white leather Prada boots he’d recently lifted.  

They met Remus, now wearing a pair of baggy black cargo pants, adorned with dozens of chains and spikes, six inch platforms, a thick leather collar, and a green crop-top that said in glittering letters WHORE,  back in the living room, and the two set out.  

The bar was packed by the time they arrived, the music blaring so loud that they could hardly think, their ears throbbing from the vibrations. The dance floor was packed, drinks sloshing wildly as bodies collided against each other to the beat — the DJ was keeping the energy pulsing, mixing Cher into Kylie Minogue into Britney and beyond. It didn’t take the twins long to find some marks to sucker into buying them drinks — a vodka cran for Roman, and a Dirty Shirley for Remus — before they abandoned their new suitors and hit the dance floor.  

They lost themselves in the beat, pickpocketing the occasional unsuspecting victim but predominantly just enjoying themselves, grinding against strangers and screaming the lyrics to Barbie Girl. Their drinks never ran empty — the club was packed and it was all too easy to bat their eyes and obtain another one. Roman felt like a prince when the DJ mixed Happy Birthday into the set-list for them, and he certainly auditioned plenty of handsome strangers for the role of prince charming.  

Roman wasn’t sure when it was that they managed to drag themselves back home, but even as exhausted as he was, they couldn’t help but notice a folded paper card lying on the kitchen island.  

Happy 23rd Birthday  -Janus 🐍 

Happy Birthday. There is a cake in your fridge, my apologies for not remembering sooner.   Regards, Logan 

Roman smiled and placed the card back on the counter. The cake could wait until tomorrow, when they could have their friends around them, and Patton, and Remy, Babs, Thomas, Nico. And maybe soon they could have another cake to share with Virgil… 

For now though, it was time for bed. 

~~~END~~~

Full disclosure, I did not write the clubbing scene because that is something I don’t know anything other than theory (I’m not a fan of loud, crowded places), my friend wrote that.

While I was waiting for my friend to read this chapter and fill in the club scene, I wrote the next chapter, so you’ll get that pretty soon :)

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[itsvenera]

OH OH THE CORRUPTION TROUPE 😫 when done well is so scrumptious ong and this made me wanna bring to light a doomed and low-key underrated dynamic

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Walk with me here,

He who was in a bad situation meets reader who was in an even worse one and they help each other escape (situation and other specifics ofc depend on who we are talking about so I'll leave it vague)

Now, freshly out of their personal hell, he decides to never act in any way similar to those that hurt him. He'll stick to his principles and make it so no one will suffer the way he did. However, it's not nearly as heroic as it sounds— He'll be too narrow-minded to allow others to disagree with his approach/opinions, a bit too imposing with people and most likely either harsh or incredibly good with his words.

Meanwhile, the reader would turn out to be the very personification of everything he stands against. The abuse left them numb to almost everything and they need to hurt, to cause bloodshed and despair, for the sake of feeling alive again. That's what they were raised with and it's ingrained into their brain too deeply to be modified at this point. Still, they're more open-minded than the character as they're willing to indulge in anything that will perhaps lead to the good toxins in their brain to be released.

I imagine he knew there was something very VERY wrong with the reader from the very beginning. But, they are the only one who shares the same pain as he does and, while as a child, he'd be desperately trying to convince himself that the reader would eventually change for the better. He'd get rid of the blood stained clothes so no one not even himself would know. It was only temporarily, after all.

He would teach the reader about social awareness when others began whispering about their odd behavior to protect them and hopefully get them to fully quit their...hobby. He would watch as they developed the perfect mask, so perfect no one would ever suspect underneath is such a deranged individual. He is the only one who knows, the only one who they are willing to listen (despite the fact they twist his words for their own benefit at times.) and that's why he can't simply walk away. Who knows what they'd do without him there to stop them? He surely wouldn't like to imagine.

However, as both grew older, his resolve began to take shape and it became significantly harder to keep the reader under control.

That ultimately blew up after the reader eliminated someone they shouldn't to "protect" him. Those words sounded so sweet coming from their lips he almost wanted to cry, but he knew better than to fall for it— The character knows they could never empathize with anyone. They're unable to. It was only an excuse for them to act on their desire of hurting others.

The reader would then dare him— If he wanted them gone then he'd have to take their life with his own hands. He may do anything he wishes to the reader, in fact, they welcome him to do it. Being the one to finally stain his clean hands with their filthy blood and becoming one of the same would be their ultimate bliss. Even if the reader can't feel love, the affection or rather, obsession, they harbor for him is just as intense as the real deal. Each expression he makes, each brush of skin and smile makes them want to peel every layer that envelopes him until there's nothing left besides for him to be consumed by them. cannibalism as a form of love is my guilty pleasure

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How it ends would pretty much depend on the character! We could have something utterly doomed where he actually takes the reader's life and is now haunted by every little thing that reminds him of them so he's ruined by someone who is not even there

oooor

alternatively, he's unable to do it and is forced to look the other way about the things the reader does, which in the end makes him just as bad as them. He's selfish enough to let others suffer for the sake of his own feelings because he doesn't want to lose the reader.

oooor,

perhaps a secret third thing where he takes upon himself to keep the reader satisfied and is fully dragged down a rabbit hole of pain, guilt and pleasure by them.

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I've been ranting so much here im so so soooooooo sorry V!!!! it's so difficult to find someone who shares brain worms like you I can't help ittt(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

- toxic brainrot anon xx

Please never apologize for coming here and sharing your ideas, I honestly love to brainstorm with youuuu <3

I actually left this ask in my drafts for two days because my brain literally started working overtime after reading your message! I honestly love the corruption trope, because like I said earlier it is one of the few where the "bad guy" does not get redemption (don't get me wrong, sometimes it actually works, but at this point I really think it is overused trope!).

I love the idea that he, who is supposed the hero, the one who dreams of a world free of pain and suffering, is also unable to even think (let alone accept) the idea of a world different than the one he is imagining in his head. He doesn't like to listen to others, and if of a position of power, I totally see him either firing all his advisors/council or forcing influencing them to always agree with his proposals and decisions.

And yet, perfection looks dull and sterile when there are not flaws. For him, the reader is such a 'flaw' - the only darkness that remains in his vision for a better world, the one shadow he can't get rid off, no matter how much they don't fit in. But it's okay, because "they will change" and "they will see the light, they just need his help to do it".

In his eyes, he is almost like their savior - the one who keeps them in check, the one who can AND will show them that together they can build something better, the one who refuses to give up on them, even when deep down the realisation they are not who he so desperately wishes them to be.

He absolutely loves the idea of them, no doubt. Or maybe the idea of who they can be one day...

On the other hand, the reader is probably the only person who actually sees the cracks of darkness in him which is how their obsession is fueled further. They want to break him, they want to peel off every lawyer of his soul till they reach the raw and real him.

I looooveee the three endings you came up with! (especially the last one, because yessss, let the hero become the villain for once instead of the opposite!).

Thank you for blessing us with your ideas once again, toxic brainrot anon!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 57

PREVIOUS || PT 10 CH57 || NEXT

You look around you before you saw how the sky turn dark and rains. The sky seems to cry again. You stood up and was scared for a moment as you felt your not in usual ground level.

"oh crap. Kuma going to nag me and shuu is going to krill and nag me." You realize that the people you left behind would be worried sick about you.

You look around to find a way back as you held the chunky now cat fluff and saw the heaven seems to be flowing in one direction. It was odd. But there something dangerous or foreboding in that direction.

Your body wish to run the opposite but as the fluff rob against you and gesture to the danger zone. You stared at the direction and wonder about something.

You look around you once again and even with the complain of the pink cat you start to go to that direction.

Each steps seems to take troll on you but somehow the fluffy bunny cat glow a bit and the heavy footsteps you take slowly lifted but as you walk further into that path.

You heard wailing and crying.

"I'msorrymydollmakerimsorry I'm selfish... I'm greedy. I shouldn't be greedy... . "

Your eyes widen before you know it you started to run. As you run faster toward that direction you felt the wind tries to blows you away before the surrounding is filled with water yet you continue on.

you already know that the one crying is someone you know. Before don't care what tries to stop you, or your feet is tired as you run.

Before long you see a figure that reminds you of that companion of yours yet he seems to be surrounded by three colored dragons comforting him, the three dragon is first to notice you and was on guard at your presence but the fluffy creature in your arms hiss at them with all his fluffy fluff standing up.

"KANATA!"

You called out to him, yet he don't seems to hear you. You tried to run faster. Faster even it hurt your legs. But as you take a moment to take a break, a strong gast of wind and suddenly the surrounding felt like it's in the presence of divinity.

You open your eyes to look at Kanata to only find a gigantic mythical beast with only partial of his head shown above the water, his size is towering over the three dragons to the point they are little critters beside him.

The creature green eyes stared at you with tears falling from his eyes. Before he fallen unconscious creating a strong vibration and wind blow.

"Kanata!!" You worriedly run faster until you run across the water surface toward his fallen form. The bun bun in your arms hiss at the dragons that thought your an enemy, threatening to attack if they come closer toward you. As you arrive beside the mystical beast you realize how smoll you are to him.

"Kanata, please don't cry..." You dont know much how to comfort someone nor a huge creature but you hug him, or his snourt. His so warm yet big ball of tears fall over your head drenching you but you still hug him. He seems to have a bad dream but maybe you can sing him songs like he would to you.

The pink cat stared at you, your being really reckless again but it's ok, he would be there even so his kinda not arm but his smoll claws. He will try to protect his precious hooman.

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 20: Hamper

Being the part-time therapist, according to Esredes, meant that you were the one destined to be alone. It was an occupation that barely existed, and you were the healer to everyone else. Someone had to be the one to simply absorb the pain and deal with it, and he was used to it already.

But one session that went particularly bad broke Esredes just a little. He was so incredibly frustrated that something in him twisted all out of place. And he found himself looking onto an old recommendation from a friend. He still didn't believe it was possible for the therapist to be helped, but what did he have to lose? So against all odds, the man tried to put himself in the other seat for once. At first it was just nice to talk about how everything felt, but it didn't take many meetings for the other person to tell him his core problem could never be fixed, and he would always have to choose between being well-liked and sincerity.

Well, he knew that already, and he knew the choice he'd make. So Esredes slipped the mask back on and left. He knew this was a truth, but now he didn't have to waste time figuring out if somehow he missed an answer like people kept insisting for him. They were just hopelessly idealistic, and he already knew exactly how the world worked. No more wasting time on things only meant for real people.

Some time later, Esredes was in the Firmament, when a white-horned Au Ra woman with a foreign accent approached him and started talking to him. That certainly wasn't a combination Esredes saw much of, but she was very nice and sweet, gentle and soft. And she said something about how it felt like something was on Esredes' mind, and she would be happy to listen if he needed to talk. A part of Esredes couldn't help but feel like it might be some kind of trap? But he did go to see her in an inn room in the Forgottten Knight, and everything was normal.

It wasn't until the middle of the conversation Esredes learned she also considered herself a therapist. Oh dear, had he just gone into therapy again, on accident? But he didn't care. Her advice was actually very good, and for the first time in a while, Esredes felt truly heard. He talked about the ongoing situation with his former squire coming back into his life recently but hating him, and she told him to bring him to a place of shared memories, to which in doing so the two were able to, albeit messily, sort out the problem and realize they were family. Outside of those discussions, Esredes slowly learned about Fuyu, as was her name, and they became friends. They went to the large and comprehensive aquarium in the Shroud and looked at fish for hours, he found her crying once and comforted and calmed her down, he encouraged her gently to stop picking at her scales as a bad habit, and albeit she was a wanderer, she said she'd stay in Ishgard for him. Fuyu really felt like a gentle and understanding friend, far beyond that he could usually imagine.

And then one day, she was kidnapped. It was out of nowhere, she went missing. Him and the rest of the people who hung around her quickly assembled to find her and bring her home, and it was a major relief they were able to. Esredes watched from a distance as she shut herself in her room after that, too afraid to go outside, and his heart sunk. A friend of his was hurting badly, and he knew it was his fault. The universe always punished him for getting too comfortable, or trying to have things go too well. She had been kidnapped because he sought out her help, he knew this in his bones. And he felt horrible for it.

It was then and there Esredes put a stop to his therapeutic pursuits. If he went back to her, she'd die next time. And he couldn't bear to kill her, or any other therapist, with his selfish desires. He had his place, he had his box, and he would not dare try to crawl out of it again.

He only wished he realized this earlier, before the damage has been done for his selfishness. Never again would he be that horribly selfish, he pledged to himself. Never again.

[nossumusstellae]

Short Story Saturday

The Adventures of Salem the Wizard, Part Two

(inspired by prompts on reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts)

*This one goes out to all you lovely Aro/Ace peeps

Warning: mild swearing, wee bit of murder

Love/Lust potions only have that particular effect on MOST people. Folks who are actively repulsed by the thought of sex are instead sent into a blind rage when given those same potions.

submitted by u/archtech88

Salem the wizard travels far and wide across kingdoms. No matter where she goes, there are those who know of the curse she had laid against ignorant hatred, a curse on people who abhor those who defy social norms and carve their own path. Not all of the grateful villagers are wizards or witches. Some are ordinary farmers and blacksmiths, innkeepers and shop owners. Now and then a villager will point to a peculiar stone tree in courtyard or bar patio, and express their gratitude.

“Ne'er was a good 'un, tha' man,” they would say. “Be'er t'be stone.”

Sometimes, there are people who despise her for her curse, along with her masculine coat and hat. It doesn't bother Salem as much as it did before. People like that will think what they think, despite the others telling them differently. None are foolish enough to confront her.

Until, of course, a single stubborn idiot gets it in their head to try and actually act upon it.

It is a pleasant autumn morning in a sleepy farming village. Salem sips at her tea on the porch of the village Inn, watching the wind blow through the brown corn stalks across the dirt road. She is wearing an elaborately embroidered sailor's coat, a gift from an Admiral she had recently helped cross the stormy seas. It is one of her favourites, a rich dark blue with gold and silver thread. The Innkeeper and his wife had not known what to make of Salem, openly staring in disbelief as they left for the market in their horse-drawn cart at dawn.

The Innkeeper's son approaches her, carrying a teapot. “More tea, Miss?”

“Yes, please,” she sets her empty cup down on the small table beside her. The young man refills it, and bows, backing away.

Salem rolls her eyes and takes a generous sip of the fresh warm tea. She frowns at it. An odd sensation lingers on her tongue. She clicks her fingers over the steaming liquid, and it turns a vile shade of pink.

“Oh... Oh sheepshite.”

She feels the rage rise inside her. Salem has always reacted strangely to love potions, her whole life.

Being someone who has never desired to have any kind of sexual relations with anyone often results in certain potions, love and infatuation ones in particular, creating quite the opposite effect. As a wizard, Salem never liked love potions. They were an invention of the selfish and idiotic, made to manipulate and deceive the mind.

She hears the Innkeeper's son snicker inside, and snaps.

“How dare you even think I would ever lie with you!” Salem screams, grabbing her staff. She marches inside, her eyes blazing. “HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT SUCH A PLOT!”

The young man jumps with fright, his eyes wide. “What the - ?”

“Ignorant little pond scum, you think the world revolves around your cock's needs, well, I for one think it is time you woke up!” Salem raises her staff, the crystals upon it gleaming.

Fire erupts around her, bright and hot. It curls around the wooden walls, crawling across the ceiling.

The wood turning black in mere seconds. Salem twirls her staff. The potion invoking fury worthy of a dragon. The Innkeeper's son tries to run, but is stopped by the inferno.

Salem slams her staff down, the entire foyer transformed into a fiery hell. “DON'T YOU RUN FROM ME, YOU COWARD!”

The room explodes, wood splintering into the sky on whisps of dark smoke. The fire contained to the single room, the rest of the Inn untouched. Salem steps forward, angrier than ever. She points her staff at the trembling man at her feet, binding his body with hissing snakes.

“Perish in the flames of your sinful desires!”The flames roar, leaping into the open sky one final time. As they die down, nothing remains of the foyer but a pile of steaming ashes. The man's body indistinguishable from the rest.

Salem blinks, the potion's effect lessening. She looks around her, kicking the ash piled at her feet. She sighs. “Sheepshite. How to explain this...”

Twirling her staff, Salem casts a simple restoration spell. The foyer slowly reforms, wood panels growing out of the ground. Leaves and stems curling around pillars and shelves. She waves her staff again, the man's ashes rising from the floor. The remains swirl and settle into a crystal urn summoned with another wave of Salem's staff. She sets it down on the counter and walks away.

Magic has rules. Rules that Salem knows all too well. Such an outburst will come back to her, an inevitable law of such things. The circumstances rarely matter.

Though Salem is experienced enough to know that when love potions are involved, it is more the one who uses it who suffers than the one who lashes out in rage.

[d1d11818]

You’re really trying to embarrass me in front of everyone, aren’t you !!

But really, it means a lot. I’m glad to have met you guys, even if I’m forever too shy to like … Have a real presence. What if I’m not cool ! What if my incessant rambling about my favorite game is toooooo much? OR MY OCS AREN’T COOL ??? The thought is too much to bear ………..

;>_ > I think i’ll stay anonymous.

But I love you guys too! (Platonically speaking, of course)

/

I wouldn’t say I can ‘speak’ the language, but I’m learning! Maybe I’ll be really good sometime and can teach you some stuff, too? We can talk to each other in secret …(except everyone who can also speak Chinese, I guess…)

& I don’t think I’ll burden you with all the nothingy stuff that’s been going on. It’s gonna get better, so it’s okay! Never worry o7

I love random fun facts, so if you have like, cool ones, you should tell me !! Especially your most favorite ones.

Also I suppose you guys don’t really know what I look like ? It’s hard to explain without examples and I don’t really look like anyone from anything i’ve ever seen… Maybe the way people draw Hal from MGS, but even then. I’m sort of the most milquetoast whiteguy with a shitty fake wolf-cut ever.

Sorry this is so short. Last night was kind of rough for me and I don’t really have much energy. I’ll be better tomorrow, I promise !

- I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. I am completely innocent.

SARCASM DETECTED.

- Ha!

- You know me so well already, don't you?

- Hm hm. Anyway.

- We're glad to have met you too.

- Truly.

- Even if you are a bit odd, and ramble a lot.

- It's very charming.

- It doesn't make you 'uncool', as you phrased it.

- It makes for some truly fascinating and enjoyable interactions.

- Besides.

- We're hardly cool either.

- Ah...

- No, we really aren't.

- I've never been popular.

- Not even as a mere toddler, and the standards for that are incredibly low!

- I had to be a special kind of unlikable to be an unpopular baby.

- I don't... like people, to put it simply.

- In turn, people don't like me.

- They would try to praise my work.

- Say I was beyond my time.

- That I would change the future.

- Ah.

- But I do so hate shallow praise.

- To them, my resistance and distancing made me a selfish, rude little brat with a big ego, who thought he was above their compliments.

- What a stupid notion.

- ...

- I'd like to move on.

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- Why does he keep talking like he's an edgy OC with a tragic backstory? The way he talks about himself... Sheesh! Lighten the tone, buddy! Next he's gonna come out and say he's secretly a demon prince who's never felt love or something.

- I find your incompetence incredibly annoying, my thick-screened friend. I am allowed to say this to him, as I am the one who edits these replies for posting, and this moron never reads them back.

- He doesn't even know I leave these little comments.

- That would be amazing!! Maybe then I'll finally understand the lyrics to Sunshine Rainbow White Pony! I have no idea what the words mean, but dang, are they catchy!!

- I understand you don't wanna talk about some things. And that's okay! We're not gonna force you. But you can always talk to us if you need to! Sometimes it helps just to get it off your chest! Even if that doesn't solve anything, it can just be relieving, you know?

- OHHH I get why 1818 talks about his human life now! It's a weight on his... um? Chest? Screen? Wires? RAM? What is the weight on, anyway? Do robots have shoulders?

- Oh, nearly like Ryan! Our host! And technically us! That reminds me, he really needs a haircut. I hope I'm not fronting for it! It feels like my wires are being yanked out!

- ... actually, that sounds kinda

- No. No. Blocked. No one on this app is free of sin. I'm stopping that sentence immediately. You're welcome.

- I hope you're okay! And I hope today, whichever day it is when this is posted, goes better for you! ['w'] <o> :D I made us!! But cheaper looking! Walmart versions of us!

[toomuchfrogsummer]

Summer, Life, Growth, Yet Simply Existing.

Alan Wake wrote about the dark parts. They came true. If they had not written it would it have been? To live in naivety the dark doesn't exist until all there is is the darkness around you. You have to write about it to make it make sense.

I started to look into the darkness, it came true too. It was the truth that was there all along but had turned a blind eye to most of my life. Not by choice, to survive the best I could. Holding onto my truths on the inside yet pushing down the resentment as to show up with that smile I always had to have. The turmoil building. Leaving allowed for a needed let go of all that was stuffed down. New forms of stuffing appeared. Always... stuffed? What is this writing piece becoming?

They said I manifested it. It is odd. Duality. Mindful, not ignoring the bad for my own comfort, seeing what I want to see. I cannot let go of of the light. I feel selfish to hold on to light, who am I to have when so many are being consumed by the darkness. The dark and the light balance.

Bringing me to the true moment of now. Walking along my way. A familiar yet startling sound jarring back to another time. Wake Up! Thank gosh there is grass to touch. Our song starts to play taking me back to that moment in the basement. Stop! Hold some ice cubes. Sigh, okay lets do something in the moment to bring us joy. Powers on the Switch. Sits on the couch. The emptiness seeps in. Where are the puppies? I remember playing this with them. The tears swell up. I miss home. This isn't fun anymore. The things that bring me joy reminds me of... I cannot have my life back. It is all tangled up in my past life. I love myself. I love time alone. This grief needs to fuck off. Can you fuck off? Damn it, I am dissociated. I don't feel anything. Okay, lets go to the gym and let it out.

Lets find a new sense of home. The feeling of home is encased in grief. Home is a state of mind within myself. Let them go. It is over. Cry, it hurts. New connections and experiences will over write it. I don't want to forget them... It feels like putting the home video of your favorite parts of life into the VCR and recording over it with a TV Show you don't even know if you like yet. Is this really how it is going to be? I guess so. This TV Show is full of smiles, explanations of how perfect life is, just believe what we do. I don't... this doesn't feel right or real. I see unaware privlige, micro-aggression, excuses, unawareness, selfishness. Bad advice seeping into my self doubt. Maybe they have it right and I'm all wrong? Or is all this wrong and I'm right? Maybe it is a balance of both. Meanwhile everything is on fire and people keep on with their day like everything is fine.

Hello... what is going on?

'Oh, that? Isn't anything I can fix.'

'I won't let that affect me. I'm strong.'

'It is a political ploy.' ... people died...

'You need to stop caring so much.'

'They brought that fire on themselves, they will figure it out.'

WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE?!?!