#in case they should try to rebel again

[the-kingshound]

Btw why isn't one of the guards in the beginning follow mc until the wedding? Arthur has his own personal guards but mc is in the castle all alone until the wedding when they see few of the siblings. Do their parents just think mc is capable enough to take care of themselves even in this new hostile environment?

No, but the parents at present point can basically do nothing for MC. MC is to be guarded and escorted soley by the King's guards because the Venegard forces are under strict surveillance and control by the Crown - as are the parents. Even MC's siblings, as you'll see in the next update, have been banned from the High Council of Nobles and can attend formal events only if accompanied by their respective spouse.

[the-daily-dreamer]

The thing about the breakdown of the Rhaenicent relationship that is talked about but I think is still severely overlooked is the key role that both girls/women (specifically Rhaenyra) play in its destruction.

Because the fandom focuses in on this narrative that the relationship broke down solely because of the ambitions of men. And aside from that fueling the annoying idea that all women are inherently passive victims that suffer because men are ambitious and violent, it’s simply wrong.

While the catalyst was certainly Otto’s ambition and Viserys’s weakness (and perversion), Rhaenyra and Alicent’s relationship truly breaks down because of Rhaenyra’s entitlement, self-serving nature, and inability to see outside of herself and her experiences and Alicent’s (in my opinion reasonable) reactions toward this over time.

The beginning of the break down comes from Otto forcing Alicent to comfort the king and Viserys knowing his desire for her is wrong and forcing her to keep quiet about their visits until he decides to marry her without her prior knowledge or consent. And Rhaenyra (and the fandom) sees this as the ultimate betray against her by Alicent. Rhaenyra holds more resentment against Alicent for the engagement than she does against her father. Why is this? Some might say that it’s because she’s closer with Alicent and therefore would expect more from her than her father (whose relationship with her has been broken by the murder death of her mother). But I don’t think that’s fully the case.

While Rhaenyra having a higher expectation of Alicent may be a reason for her increased and unequal resentment, I think the main reason is that Rhaenyra cannot fathom Alicent could do this because she has never been in this position. Rhaenyra sees this as Alicent being complicit in the deceit and seduction because Rhaenyra would simply rebel. She can’t understand why Alicent wouldn’t simply say “no” to her father or betray the king for her. Rhaenyra’s world view is very blinded by her privilege. She simply thinks Alicent should and could defy her own father because…Rhaenyra has and will again. Rhaenyra is able to disobey her father and get away with it so why can’t Alicent? Ignoring the fact that a crown princess has vastly more power than the daughter of the hand, Viserys is a weak and compliant parent compared to Otto’s manipulative and stern nature. It’s easy for Rhaenyra to disobey because the consequences are either nonexistent or very mild. Alicent doesn’t have this luxury and privilege but Rhaenyra can’t conceive of it.

But also, Rhaenyra sees her father as…her dad. Not the king. Rhaenyra sees it as easy to defy him and his orders because he is her father first and her king second. But for Alicent that is the king. The most powerful man in the world. Defying him could have disastrous consequences for her and her father. But because Rhaenyra doesn’t force herself to see things from another’s perspective, she doesn’t see it as Alicent being beholden to the man who could (if he wanted to) ruin her family or kill her and her father but rather her friend not betraying her dad.

After this we see Alicent be the one to continuously try to extend an olive branch and support Rhaenyra behind the scenes. Asking for Rhaenyra to have the option to choose who she marries (a privilege and kindness Alicent, herself, and every other woman in this universe hasn’t had). Reaffirming Rhaenyra as the right choice for heir when Viserys is questioning his decisions. Defending Rhaenyra against rumors that would damage her reputation. And all Alicent gets in return is snark, anger, and lies (leading to Alicent’s isolation and suffering in court).

Which leads to event two that breaks the relationship: Rhaenyra’s entitled behavior and lying. Alicent spends a great deal of her time coinciding her husband in favor of Rhaenyra. But Rhaenyra, seeing herself as exceptional and above the rules, continuously acts out in ways that hurt her standing. Most especially with her decision to go out and try to sleep with daemon and then pushing Criston to sleep with her.

Alicent is the one to be transparent with Rhaenyra about the “rumor” to get her side. Something Viserys would simply not care enough to do. Rhaenyra, knowing her actions being confirmed would be disastrous, tells half truths to Alicent who is all too eager to believe and support her friend. Even worse, she uses the memory of her mother, something she knows Alicent holds incredibly sacred, to further convince Alicent that she’s telling the truth. And this decision by Rhaenyra to lie (over something she knows Alicent holds dear and has used multiple times to try to connect with her) to protect herself directly harms Alicent as her father and only ally in court is kicked out and ostracized. But that’s not Rhaenyra’s concern. While Alicent has given a lot of effort to protect and defend Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra is far too focused on her on wishes and desires to care about the impacts her choices have on anyone else.

And that’s why when Alicent finds out that it was a lie, a lie that got her father taken away from her, she goes full scorched earth and wears the green dress. Because she realizes that Rhaenyra will never stop being entitled and self-serving. She realizes that all this time and effort she has put into fixing things with Rhaenyra and defending her is completely one sided. Because Rhaenyra can only see things from her perspective and can only see things based on how she can benefit even to the detriment of others (herself, her father, Criston, etc.).

Then the final nail in the coffin is the birthing of bastards. At this point Alicent has had her eyes opened to how Rhaenyra will do as she pleases without considering the consequences (to herself and others) and then she watches Rhaenyra flagrantly birth obvious bastard after obvious bastard, pushing the children she was forced to have further and further down the line of succession behind kids who objectively should not have the throne. And it makes her bitter and jealous and as she should be. The fandom is too obsessed with marking Alicent as the reason the relationship was destroyed because she was unnecessarily jealous of poor Rhaenyra who was just so brave to do as she pleased!

But it’s a spit in the face to Alicent. That Alicent was pimped out and forced the have children with a man she didn’t love at the ripe old age of 15 hole Rhaenyra is free to take a lover and birth obvious bastards and get away with it. She has every right to be angry. Not because she thinks all women should be submissive and bend to patriarchy. Because she is watching how privileged Rhaenyra is before her very eyes while she was forced to suffer the way almost every other woman has.

While I acknowledge that Viserys and Otto are the catalyst for the breakdown of Rhaenyra and Alicent’s relationship. Rhaenyra’s flagrant disregard for others and her entitlement are what truly break the relationship until Alicent is no longer willing to be submissive and accepting of Rhaenyra’s behavior. And this in turn, causes her to make choices that service her and her children. The way Rhaenyra has always done and always will.

The breakdown of rhaenicent was always inevitable regardless of which men were involved. Because at their core, Rhaenyra would always put herself first and Alicent would always come to the realization she is no longer willing to be a doormat.

[serxinns]

Platonic Yandere EraserMic fam dealing with a fem teen that's an anti-hero? Like the couple is tasked with watching the wayward adolescent, because she was really close with taking down the hero commission ( let's not pretend to not know how shady they are ). But before she can fully execute her plan she was taken down by the Pros, the couple in question included. Now the two heroes and their family has to play babysitter/ temporary foster family to the little rebel. Because even though they've done more good than harm in most cases, taking down villains and corrupt heroes a like. Most of the main figure heads can admit that her taking down something as big as the hero commission will cause a major wave of distrust for the hero society. Which compared to the little ripples of distrust their vigilante causes by exposing the corrupt heroes that dwells behind the scenes of the hero society, taking down something as big as the hero commission will possibly cause a tsunami and leave behind collateral damage. So to stop the carnage before it happened, they caught their darling slipping last minute and used it to stop them. Ever since then the vigilante has be under near constant surveillance by the two heroes ( and possibly more-- ). But enough about that, what's life like with the EraserMic fam and their little anti-hero?

P.S. If you can't tell, the darling quirk has a lot to do with water. She can manipulate water, her voice can enchant and control others, and she can even turn into a mermaid.

Yandere Erasermic family x Reader!

Tw: Blood, mentions of Abuse, Threats of violence, graphic violence, mentioned cheating, unhealthy obsessions, Death, Murder scenes, and more if you aren't comfortable with these types of stuff don't read, please

"THEYRE RIGHT THERE" one Hero ordered the police as they chased down the person with the white fox mask down the alleyway carrying a suitcase, not long before they found the body of Fire Ranger The famous pro hero that can shoot fireballs out of his body

he was discovered in what recently seemed to be a flooded basement hands and feet chained up connected to a ball and his skin was covered in blisters and scald burns, the only thing the culprit left out was a single video posted on his phone on his Social media labeled "the truth of a filthy hero" Aizawa grabbed his phone and searched up video and decided to watch it

the video showed the hero, hitting his poor girlfriend until bruises showed yelling at her calling her cruel and disgusting names, saying awful and pretty offensive statements in public at times, and a video of him with multiple women touching and flirting with him while they all make cruel jokes about his girlfriend the video was labeled "is this the hero you root for?" With a single smile

the smell and the video were so sickening that the cops had to run outside the house to puke it was such a disturbing site...

Aizawa couldn't believe his eyes who would've done such a horrific act he didn't care for heroes ofc but was making up theories of who could've been, it quickly stopped when he saw a figure running from the crime scene with a suitcase in hand and that's how they ended up here

Shouta aimed their capture weapon towards them and shot but the focus mask completely dodged it with their swift movement, the chase went on and on until the perpetrator later climbed onto the roof and sprinted away he watched I'm shocked and angry "crap..." he said simply irritated "Sir what should do now we have to follow them!" A female officer spoke out to the hero whilst replying with a huff, "retreat they got away" he nonchalantly said as he slowly walked past them defeated once again

Later that night Aizawa was in his office observing the files of the now 5 cases in his hands he looked closely to see every one of them all single their deaths it's been their 5th top hero death in the past 6 months and nobody seemed to be knowing who would've done it observes more trying to see the pattern of these deaths and why they were killing top pro heroes ever since the 3 pro hero's has been confirmed dead publicly the hero society started to collapse...

You watched from above on a roof with chaotic glee, popcorn in hand while some kids started to vandalize the statue of Striker, another pro hero who got killed a month ago, drawing dick shapes onto its forehead, the word liar onto its chest, and a clown makeup planted straight onto their face while making cruel jokes at her, after a while they walked away proud of their work

You climbed down to examine the masterpiece the boys did "It's such a shame how such a pretty face was just a mask to hide what you are~" you teased at the statue as If she was standing right there glaring daggers at you, oh how you remembered the way her prideful smile dropped as you showed her pictures of her bullying and harassing her employers, never giving the hardest worker the deserved pay, and overworking them to the core where some of them committed suicide due to the constant bullying.

The way she pleaded with her life the same way her victims did when she was all high and mighty as you kept dunking her head into the water until the point she was coughing and throwing up water the way she finally took her last breath looking at you with the fear in those eyes it made your spirit flare up in some sort of sickening and gleefully sensation

After that, you decided it was time to go back to your hideout so you went to plan your next attack after all a big day was waiting for you! And you needed to get ready!

Days after Fire Ranger got exposed for his wrongdoings and announced dead, the citizens grew more suspicious and resentful of the heroes..., most of them would shame them for "hiring such disgusting people", you giggled at the fact that citizens were now making up rumors and theories that the hero commission was only hiring people with higher power and look it became so bad that the citizens were now Booimg harassing other famous heroes to the point they had to take a long mental break and on the brint to quitting

"Shouta, baby you've been in your office for the whole afternoon hour, Eri has been worried about ya, " Hizashi said with a plate of a cream baegal and some dark coffee with a cream heart on top just the way he likes it, he planted a kiss on the man's cheek he looked over and formed a small smile and sighed "It's just that it's been months and the culprit hasn't been found yet, 5 deaths in six months and we don't even have any evidence, clues or even a single suspect of who's doing it"

Aizawa laid his head on the desk in exhaustion mic was about to say something but noticed something like some sort of pattern...he moved shouta grabbed the files and looked closely and his eyes widened "Hizashi I know what the killer goal is..." hiszaahi looked up at him strangely his eyebrow raised "You know how every time every victim isn't innocent here right ?" Hiszashi nodded interested to hear him out "And every time we get there a video is posted on their account showing their true colors and dark intentions right?"

They both stared at eachother intensity when shouta said the final part

"The killer isn't after Heros just innocent heroes... They're after the corrupted ones. ...And they're getting their background information"

...

"COME BACK HERE YOU BITCH!" The villain shouted as he and other groups of criminals chased after her, woman shuddered at the booming voice as she ran, turning and twisting in any direction while panting heavily and sobbing she shakenly grabbed her phone trying to ring the police but a bullet shot the phone making the glass shatter in her face She yelped, bits if glass piercing through her face but continued running as her legs ache and her remaining adrenaline supported her

She quickly ran to the alley where she was met with a dead-end she frustrating cried out as she dropped to her knees the villain leader and his goons chuckled darkly as they cornered her she scattered and backed away, the villain then grabbed her harshly by the arm meeting an evil grin plastered on his face, "you gave us quite the chase there kid I must admit" his other hand grabbed her chin harshly and yanked it making her look at him "but you and father already made a deal and you belong to me now" "FUCK YOU!" The girl spit at the villain's face

In anger, he threw the girl down hard making her sprain her arm and grabbed a knife in his pocket and pinned her by her neck against the wall shoving the knife into her mouth "I had enough of that filthy mouth of yours why don't we cut off that little tongue of yours the girl's eyes widen as she closed her eyes ready for the pain coming to her...

until she suddenly felt his grip loosen and a thud seeing a hole in his chest as he collapsed lifelessly, the other goons started freaking out aiming their weapons and quirks waving them everywhere until another water-like arrow shot another goon in the head, "WHAT THE WHATS GOING ON!?" As one goon question as the others started panicking out there minds, "I should be asking the same thing you scums"

Behind them was a fox-masked figure holding what seemed to be a spear made of water, the goons backed up and aimed their weapons at them but the fox-masked giggled "This was way too easy your leader was such a pain I swear wish I could've tortured him..." she said as she rolled her eyes "but Oh well! Anyways can you hand me that girl please just throw her towards me and no one gets hurt"

the goons all glared daggered until one goon signal another and decided to be extreme and grabbed the injured girl and put a knife around her neck she squealed in pain as the knife pressed into her neck "TAKE ONE MOVE AND THE BITCH GETS IT" he grinned sadistically the fox masked yawned unamused at the man's threat "can you villains say anything original these days? Thats such a cringe statement"

You then disappeared into a puddle of water, the goon was confused and alarmed they all aimed their weapons in every direction, the fox-masked jumped out of another puddle, and stab the goon behind holding the girl she was then dropped onto the floor and scattered towards the wall behind you with all her energy, goons started getting angry and started to attack out of fear and anger charging towards you but a bullet has met their heads before they could even touch you, up on the roof was a rabbit-masked person with a sniper,

you and Homura then savagely killed each of the goons one by one trying to leave no one behind a goon then tackled you from behind and pulled off your mask "Y/N!" Homura called out and aimed her gun at the goon and shot the man directly in the head falling on top of you, "thanks" you pushed the body off, quickly putting back on your mask and cleaning yourself up, all there was left was 2 shivering goons and a shivering injured girl Homura went up to the scared girl and started confronting her while you could take care the last two "and then there was two~" the two goons flinched at your teasing voice you smiled sadistically as you held your weapon up ready to attack them until you heard footstep...

Hero footsteps

"THIS IS THE HERO ASSOCIATION GROUP PUT YOUR HANDS UP"

"Fuck.. and I was having the best for last..." you whined feeling defeated "COME ON WE DONT HAVE ANY TIME" Homura yelled you quickly put on your mask as Homura summoned a portal and the two of you disappeared,

when the pros and police went around the corner they were all met with a very gruesome scene..they later arrested the two goons and let the teenage girl call her grandma while the police investigating one of the police found a hair...

A single h/c hair...

"Whew, that was fun!" You said exciting out the portal and into your and Homura's secret hideout, you and Homura decorated the hideout that used to be an abandoned modern house everyone ignored the two of you stayed and lived in that hideout for years making plans and more the hideout "and dangerous you could've gotten us caught you know that right that villain pulled off your mask revealing your identity!" You rolled her eyes at her "But we killed the dude and the other two goons are in jail so they can't do anything we'll be fine" You brushed her off but she was still glaring at you anyways I'm gonna go plan another assassination!

"We already took down 5 isn't that enough?!" Homura glared as you were once again researching for your next victim "I know but I'm feeling a bit confident these past months they haven't caught us now and they never will" Homura groaned at her friend's stupidity checking who were you gonna target next untill you heard a faint knock on the door

The Both of you froze and stared at each then back at the door Homura signaled you to the portal she summoned when you were about to take the 1st step the door was smashed open revealing a few pro heroes and police officers yelling at the two of you to put your hands in the air you were about to activate your quirk until a red-winged hero held a leather like sword on your neck "I wouldn't do that if I were you kid~" you glanced at the man and suddenly started smiling

"Ah you right I should have I'm sorry" You caught the hero off guard in time to turn around and kick him in his groin he grunted in pain while you started running towards the exit Homura urged you to come on but you were wrapped around in strong like fabric on you, "ILL COME BACK Y/N!" Homura said as she quickly went into the portal you watched sadly but were glad she escaped "y/n you are now being detained the handled by the police you're coming with us" the man with long black and red eyes said as you were escorted with quirk cancelation cuffs and into the police car

At the police station, you were questioned by a lot of police officers, they were surprised when they found out about your age "A fourteen-year-old!?" One police officer examined the picture making sure that was true "How can a 14-year-old be able to kill 5 of our top heroes in 6 months!?!" Another said shocked "And their quirk is really strong so their skills are above average than the average teenager"

officer Tsukaucki and his colleagues started talking and bickering about what were they gonna do with you while they investigated, they couldn't put you in jail the hero society would've gone on a hunting spree to try and free someone as young as you, and villains would've tracked you down so their hands were tied at the moment, so they had one remaining option...

While you were sitting in one of the waiting rooms for criminals hawks were in charge of watching you which you disliked but kept quiet you noticed how the red-winged hero was staring at you for a long time "I'll be right back" as he went to the vending machine getting two drinks one some iced coffee and an f/d (fav drink) walked over and handed the Drink to you, you stared for a moment as he calm smiled at you, you silently thanked him and slowly took opened it taking a sip,

it was refreshing at least..

the two of you started making conversation about goals dreams weird stuff just anything honestly keigo noticed how you were very secretive with certain stuff but he didn't care it was kinda of nice talking to people and it feels kinda nice honestly...

"Y/n l/n" a voice called the two hawks escorted you out of the waiting room there you met a giant rat or mouse creature wearing a suit and tie with a permanent scar on his eye he smiled warmly at you "So is this the culprit? She seemed so young mr Tsukauchi?"

"Yes, this a the culprit behind the deaths Mr Nezu we are still under investigation at the moment and we dont know what to do with the girl " Tsukauchi exclaimed nezu walked closer to you and examined you for a moment looking you for a moment and writing something down "now tell me what is her quirk? " "Water manipulation sir she can also change the temperature of the water and add pressure onto it and can make weapons out of her water"

Mr. Nezu smiled brightly as he was impressed "ok I think I may my decision" he said as you looked up at him "L/n San I'm gonna give you two choices on what to do with you" You glanced up at him with a blank expression "you'll be in watchful of the pro heroes pro heroes with having to go to UA for your rehabilitation process or you can go to juvie that's islands away from Tokyo with very great security until you are trailed as an adult choose wisely my dear" he said still in a gentle bright tone

You glared at him you wanted to protest how you were doing the right thing but you knew you weren't gonna have any freedom if you picked the 2nd option so in a quiet tone

"I pick the 1st choice" Nezu smiled brightly again "Wonderful! I'll go make a quick phone with a dear friend Of mine they already have 2 wonderful children you won't be that lonely! while the police will gather up your stuff! See you next week!" Nezu gave you a quick wave as you were escorted into the waiting room again

While you waited for your fate to come to started making conversation with Hawks more he was a pretty chill guy in your opinion kinda funny too but you didn't trust him at all just wanted company

"Eraserhead! So pleasure to meet you!" Nezu greeted the tried underground hero "It better be good nezu" Aizawa said "Well we caught the culprit! And it's a 14-year-old teen" Aizawa's eyes widen choking on his drink "A what?" "Yes yes, a 14-year-old They are very skilled and their quirk is fairly powerful water manipulation was their quirk" Aizawa couldn't believe his ears at the moment how could someone that young take down 5 of the best pro heroes? "And we decided they're going to stay with you and your family for the time being!"

"What..."

After a bit of convicting and deals with Nezu he reluctantly agreed he called Mic and asked if they had a spare bedroom and thank God they did, after signing some papers and agreement forms they gave you your stuff and gave you to him you were his and his husband's responsibility now...

The drive back to your new "home" was silent Aizawa processing everything like he just decided to take care of a vigilante teenager when they pulled up at the house he broke the silence "We're here" You glanced outside of the car window, outside was a fairly big house not so big but not small either just big enough to keep like a family of 5 in there and there was a small little garden in the front with pretty flowers

When the two of you walked to the doorstep you could hear a little girl giggling inside with cats meowing "You have cats?" You glanced at the pro "Yes 4 of them 2 girls and 2 boys is there a problem are you allergic?" You nodded your head sideways the two of you made it to the front door he glanced at you for a moment "You ready?" You took a deep breath and nodded

The door slowly opened and you were meeting with a very cozy environment the house looked very clean and tidy the living room was filled with some dolls a console under the TV stand and a cat sleeping on the couch "Shouta!! Your home" you were then met with a man with long blonde hair tied into a bun with an apron with cats on it the man over and kissed shouta on the cheek and then he met your gaze "Oh hello! You must be y/n aren't you?" He then a warm smile plastered on his face he took his hand out to shake as you were a bit hesitant to

"I... I know you might be a bit nervous cause you're going to be living with a bunch of random people for a "different" reason" but that doesn't mean me and my husband are gonna treat you any different than my kids!" he reassured you making you calmed down a bit "speaking of the kids! Hitoshi Eri come down here for a second!" Two kids were later revealed to you one with long white hair and red eyes with a red dress and boots and another kid that was close to your age with lavender hair with a white t-shirt and pants

"Now this little lady right here is y/n she will be living with us from now on!" Eri then did a small little wave with a shy smile as you did the same while Hitoshi lazily waved at you as well "Hi!" "Hey.." they both said as you did the same "now why don't you give y/n a house tour! While me and your father make dinner " The girl smiled brightly as she took your hand and excitedly leading you up the stairs shinsou following behind them as the couple chuckled to themselves

For the past 5 days you have been living with the eraser-mic family your bonds with each other got stronger each day

Aizawa can relate to you on a certain level so he doesn't judge you completely, honestly the more he spends time with you the more he thinks you are his kid, Aizawa would watch detective movies or investigation channels when everyone else sleeps on the couch with a half sleep dad and his very talkative child talking over the show and making theories but he doesn't mind, he prob would teach you a thing or two about the types of flowers in their backyard are they and do little scavenger hunts for you Shinso and eri to make yall bond a bit, he would also throw in random cat facts of the day whether be weird, funny or even disgusting

When your walk out the street if anyone looks at you the wrong way or talking he's sends a death glare in there way, when you comfortable enough he would give you hat pats here and there and

Hizashi would make you watch him cook and even let you help him at times! Which makes his heart warm he would practically do group hugs with his children always including you in it no leaving you out he loves to watch over each of his children whether be playing dolls with Eri or gaming with Shinsou even if you just doing nothing he watches over you and never gets bored he's the type of parent to even watch his children when he sleeps, he teaches you how to garden certain stuff like strawberries, raspberries, just anything you like!

But there are times when he can be overbearing when one of the sassy cats accidentally scratches you and Hizashi kinda freaks out running to get a band-aid and kissing it, he LOVES to spoil his kids so don't be surprised when he comes back with your favorite things!, Is very clingy he would give you big bear hugs

Shinsou was a bit suspicious of you at 1st didn't trust you at 1st but when you found out he was playing your favorite video game that's how the two of you bonded over each other, Shinsou and you would pull small pranks at the family, like swapping salt with sugar, making hizaahi accidentally dyed your hair and recording and the both of you laughed, he's very protective of his sister so seeing you and Eri get a lot makes his heart warm, if you ever tried to sneak and do something he would be a snitch or not it depends, very protective of you as well will glare at anyone you talked to

Eri is just the cutest of all she is just so excited that another girl is in the house she would beg you to wear her dresses (even tho they're too small) and do little tea parties with caramel(one of the cats) Shinsou and her, she loves to go put the garden and tells you all about the flowers and how pretty they are, heck even one day she saw a flower that looks just like you and said your as beautiful as this flower (it was a weed) but let's just say you kept it in your room for a while

And then there was the 1st day of school you had to wear a different type of uniform (basically a UA uniform but a bit darker like a darker gray basically)

Aizawa and Hizashi wanted to make your 1st day of school amazing so Hizashi made you your favorite lunch and snack with a sticky note saying "Have a great 1st day of school!" While Aizawa was giving you some simple rules-a-day tips about his classmates

1. No talking about vigilante stuff infront of them

2. No dating untill 34

3. Stay with Shinso at all times

4. Don't ever try to talk off the quirk canceling cuffs unless you have training (but don't worry you have good combat training even without your quirk)

5. If any of the classmates start bothering you let him know and etc

6. When we go in this building reframe to me and Hizashi as Mic and Mr. Aizawa or Sensei or present Mic

"And no dissing the Ua security system or telling anyone how to hack them," he said sternly looking at you "Aw but Mr shouta they do suck-" "I know the w kid but just brace with me here" he huffed "Fineeeee" You whined Mr Shouta wasn't any fun

Shinsou sadly couldn't walk you to your class because the two of you were gonna be in different classes but he told you to let him know if a grape dude came up to you flirting with you

When you arrived at the school you were gawked about how big the school was and groaned when you realized you had to walk "do this school have any elevators?" "No unfortunately we're gonna have to walk" "UGHHHUUH-"

When the rest of you got out of the car Nezu was in front of the entrance with a smile that looked a bit too excited "Ah y/n welcome! Why dont you follow me to your class" Nezu said leading you and Aizawa away, Eri, Hizashi, and Shinsou waved bye to you while eri held mic's hand

When the 3 of you were heading to class a couple of students looked at you with mixed expressions, some scared, some in envy, and some in awe at your appearance, but you didn't think any about it and just kept walking, you arrived at your class you stared up at the sign for a bit ignoring nezu's guide to the school untill he gently put a hand on your shoulder

"You ready to come in?" Nezu and Aizawa both stared at you for your answer You mentally prepared yourself and nodded, the door slid open as you walked into the class, the classmates were now silent and were now on you "Class please welcome our newest addition to the class please introduce yourself" you mentally rolled your eyes and placed yourself in the middle

"Hello my name is y/n l/n and im a proud vigilante and my quirk is water manipulation" "Wonderful! Now you go have a seat behind yaoyorozu san!" Then a girl with a ponytail raised her hand up as you walked towards your seat you felt every eye on you which made you uncomfortable momo gave you a little wave and you did the same

At lunch, you searched around to sit and you saw Shinso you walked towards him and sat at his table "Hey loser have fun " he teased you rolled your eyes "Ugh no class was so boring, I met with a couple of students a green hair, a frog girl, some girl with pink skin and some hot head blonde, was annoying me trying to me it was so overwhelming and your dad (hizashi) was so embarrassed waving to me with that cheesy grin on his face" shinso chuckled laughing at your "suffering "Well dad can be embrassing but he means well just at the wrong time"

It was training time and it was probably one of your favorite class periods, exercising was a piece of cake, and sparing oh SPARRING was the absolute favor you were up against the the boy who fried his brain every time he used his quirk named Denki he gave you a little wink which you rolled your eyes, everyone else staring at the two of you wondering what was gonna happen

"Sorry if I hurt you too bad princess~," he said as he blew a kiss at you, you faked a gag finding it funny while Aizawa glared at him causing Denki to gulp nervously, as the sparing began you lifted Denki the air and slammed him down you saw put him in several positions making him plead for mercy everyone else eyes were admired and were mesmerized by your skills that's when they all knew they wanted to get to know you by the end of the day

Timeskip cause I'm damn lazy asf

At the end of class, you quickly went into Aizawas car where the rest were waiting for you "Hey y/n how was school" You looked over to the two heroes Eri smiling at you with a candy apple in hand while Shinsou smiled eating up all the cute expressions you were making (as siblings shinsou is platonic) "...it was crazy"

Shouta, Hizashi, and Shinsou all snickered while you glared at all of them and eri was munching away at her treat "so how about we go out huh? "To celebrate your 1st day at school" eri smiled as she clapped her hands excitedly in her car seat "I wanna go to the {preferred restaurant}!" "Ah ah eri you picked last week lets give y/n a go!, so y/n what kind of restaurant you wanna go"

You stopped for a second and thought about it now realizing this was your fate for now you were gonna stay with a crazy family with a bunch of crazy students from now on you then blur out the answer "yea that restaurant seems nice.."

Shouta and Hizashi already had a strong bond with you, they already considered you as part of the family even Shinsou and Eri agreed they loved their new sister/daughter you were the family light in their life!

[mintjuliee]

Lin and Suyin - On Why Sometimes Love Means Saying "No"

In cases where you are raising a child, caring about them can often mean saying "no" or presenting as the opposition. This is particularly true when the child in question is displaying harmful behaviors.

The most blatant example of this between the Beifong sisters is the flashback in Old Wounds, wherein you see Suyin skipping school with a couple of other kids— a bag of items that they have likely stolen spilling over on a coffee table.

Teenage Lin confronts Suyin with a blatant look of disproval. Her inquires are met with:

"Oh no, are you going to tell mom? It's not like she is going to care."

ERRRT. Back up. What is really going on here?

A cry for attention.

It is not normal for a twelve year-old child to say that their mom is not going to care about them engaging in dangerous behaviors. I would even argue that the most important sentiment behind that statement is "she isn't going to care."

And what we see in the next flashback a few years later proves that Suyin was and is, in fact, testing the waters. She is now driving a getaway vehicle after a robbery. Her behavior is doomed to escalate, because it is not being met with any parental opposition.

How far can I take it? When will it matter?

This is the part where a parent should be stepping in to intervene. They should be trying to figure out what is lacking in the child's life or what they are seeking. However, what we witness instead is that this burden/role has fallen to Lin.

Mind you, in the first flashback Lin herself is a teenager. She lacks the experience or maturity to be dealing with a child displaying these behaviors, which is shown when she escalates the situation by insulting the two boys. And yet, she still tells Suyin :

"Su stop. You have so much potential. You're ruining your life."

In the second flashback, her words are:

"I'm not letting you get away with this." "So, once again, Su gets to do whatever she wants, and there are no consequences."

Lin is acting as a psuedo-parent in the absence of Toph. She cares about her younger sister and is attempting to show this by drawing a line. Suyin is lashing out against Lin like she would an authority figure.

Toph in this situation, I believe, would not be that concerned with Suyin's behavior, because she herself engaged in rebellious behavior as a kid. The key difference— and what I think Toph failed to realize in raising Suyin— is that she herself grew up with extremely strict parents from the get go. In Toph's case, breaking away from them and finding her independence was key to her growth. It was a good thing.

This is completely different from a kid being raised and allowed to do what they want from the beginning like Suyin. The lack of parental guidance and attention as a foundation produced an entirely different issue than what Toph faced.

"We didn't have a normal childhood. Neither of us knew our fathers, and Toph was always busy being Chief of Police. Because mom grew up in such a strict house, she gave us all the freedom in the world, hoping we'd figure out our own paths."

"That sounds like a good thing."

"And in a way, it was. But we both ended up fighting for mom's attention. Lin followed in her footsteps and became a cop. I was more of a rebel."

Bingo. Here we have Suyin admitting her rebellious behavior was attention-seeking towards her mom. Unfortunately, due to Toph being often absent due to her job, it would seem this behavior often went most noticed by Lin.

An older/younger sibling tale as old as time.

Lin and Suyin were both acting in accordance with the hands they were dealt. They were young. Mistakes were made. Lin should never have had to act as an opposition to her sister's behavior as a teenager; she should have been able to act like a kid herself. Suyin should not have been left to her own devices to the point where she is acting out to seek attention.

So, what do we arrive at? Compelling backstory for two middle-aged women, who present as awesome, strong characters 😎 Something rare in media, animation being more scarce. I love them so much. Almost as much as they love each other.

[justwinginglife]

hi!! may I request something again?^^

may I request soshiro found out that you can turn into a Kaiju or see you transforming into your Kaiju form. a little Angst but with happy ending please:›

You may always request something again! Also story note- for this fic, Imma just ignore that Kikoru Shinomiya exists, sorry yall, you're taking her spot now.

Half Human

Your whole life was one big irony in that your life's mission was to kill kaiju and yet you owed the very breath in your lungs to them. Your father, the Director General, Isao Shinomiya, had already lost his wife and he'd be damned if he was going to lose you too. He secretly brought a kaiju back to base alive and had several talented doctors and scientists exchange its core in place of your failing heart. The doctors weren't even sure it could be done, but when the abomination that was you was finally finished, they were all sworn to secrecy. You were to be the first and the only kaiju transplant survivor.

After all, if word got out that it was possible to enhance the human body directly with kaiju organs, without use of a suit, there would be chaos. For one, the suit industry would take an immense hit and the black market would reign supreme. Not to mention how much ungodly human experimentation could come about from failed attempts to successfully recreate the transplant. It might even make the Defense Force's job more difficult- trying to take Kaiju in alive was significantly more dangerous and strenuous than just killing them.

With all these things in mind, your father kept the tightest lid on the situation. No one but you, your father, and the team that had worked on you knew this secret. But today, one more would find out.

Your father always carefully monitored your vitals in case you ever rejected the organ, and you were always reminded to keep your emotions in check so as to not set off the kaiju side of you. You thought that you'd learned to keep most of your emotions at bay, but apparently that control you had did not apply to anything even remotely related to the Vice Captain.

One time you'd heard someone shit talking him and you accidentally stabbed through your own tongue because your anger had called your fangs to emerge. And it didn't help that the Vice Captain glimpsed the blood dripping from your lips and tried to help you. You always wondered if you'd be able to feel human emotions anymore since you no longer had a human heart, but he quickly put that fear to rest because every time he reached for you, touched you, cared for you, you felt like you could feel your nonexistent heart beating rapidly. It felt like he was the only thing grounding you in your humanity.

Your father must have caught onto this at some point because he'd frequently make excuses to call you to headquarters when he felt like you might be getting too close to Hoshina. Today was one of those days.

You had gotten the summon early this morning and you were annoyed but you knew you that as much as you wanted to rebel against your father as his daughter, as a soldier in his Defense Force you couldn't very well disobey a direct order from the Director General. Especially when no one knew the reason you were called to headquarters so regularly. So you went to him.

By the time you finally concluded your business with your father it was late (you refused to stay the night in his division and let him have anymore hold over your life as it was) and you were waiting for the next train back to the Third Division when you felt your comms buzzing in your pocket. You thought it was strange as everyone should be either asleep or going to sleep soon, but you popped the comms in anyway, eager to hear what was going on so late at night. The base was under attack. It was a Daikaiju. The Vice Captain was fighting him. And losing.

You start to get dizzy. Sweat trickles down your forehead. The world seemed to be blinking in and out. You shake your head trying to get ahold of yourself but you know it's no use. You still haven't learned to get your kaiju side under control and on the rare occasion when you slipped and went berserk only your father could bring you back from that place of darkness. You clench your fists, straining, and gripping onto what was left of your humanity but your lower half had already started to turn.

"No- don't. He needs me. I can't be rampaging in another division right now." You beg the beast inside you.

It doesn't listen.

You feel the transformation reach your neck, a growl already starting to rise up your throat.

"I said stop! Damnit, st-"

Your voice is no longer your own. All that's left of you is one half of your face now, and the beast is slowly closing in on it. It's hungry. It hasn't been let out in awhile.

You look up at the moon, blinking back tears, thinking it might be awhile before you see it again, before you're yourself again. You wonder how long it will take your dad to find you and you wonder if he will even be able to change you back this time. He was getting older, getting weaker. What if you killed him this time?

And what if when you woke up, if you ever woke up again, the Vice Captain was dead? What would you do with your life if you weren't listening for his footsteps in the hallways or listening for his laugh in the air? If he wasn't telling you a joke or complimenting your stance, would you make it through the day? If you went through life not ever having told him how you felt, would it still feel like you were living?

You start to spiral in your own dark thoughts as the transformation spreads across your face, but right before it hits your ear you here the comms crackling.

"Vice Captain! Come in, Vice Captain! Sir, please respond!" Okonogi. She's yelling for the Vice Captain. Something must've happened.

Your vision starts to go red. You punch the lamppost beside you, but you're surprised to find that it's your fist that hits the metal. Not the beast's. You look down. Only your legs are still transformed.

You actually laugh out loud. "That's more like it. Time to go." You jump once, and it propels you into the sky. You use the momentum to launch yourself towards the Third Division. Somehow your legs are faster than a moving train, bringing you bounding towards the training grounds in what seems like no time at all.

Before you can even think about the consequences of being half transformed on base where the officers are literally trained to kill kaiju like you, before you can even think about how your father will probably kill you himself for revealing the secret he's worked so hard to protect, you're already jumping in front of Hoshina as you transform your arms and block a blow that could've been deadly.

He doesn't even have time to be stunned, you're injured.

He jumps to his feet, concern on his face, as you spit blood. You've not fought anything in your kaiju form before (the most you've done is scare the shit out of some pigeons before your father found you and changed you back) and it takes some getting used to.

"Well fuck. That actually hurt, damnit!" You yell at the kaiju. It laughs at you. You raise an eyebrow. It seems to understand you. You're astounded but you don't care to think too much about it before you launch a punch at its abdomen.

It groans but then it chuckles. "Is that the best you've got?"

"Ah so you do talk. That's fucking creepy, not gonna lie." You punch its chest this time.

It staggers backwards and Hoshina takes advantage of the opening, slashing at its legs. It lands on its back.

You hurl yourself high into the air and then crash down hard on its head with a deafening blow that splits its skull. But it starts to slowly regenerate and it shakes you off of it. You land at the ground by Hoshina.

"So are we ever going to talk about the whole 'you being a half kaiju hybrid' thing?" He asks you, eyes still trained on the shuddering beast in front of him.

"Really? Now? We're a little busy Hoshina."

He laughs- he actually fucking laughs. "Oh really, because here I thought we were having a nice little tea party."

You roll your eyes but you can't help but smile at his poor comedic timing. "I'll treat you to some tea if you tell me where the damn core is."

He points to its back. "Lil fucker is hiding it in there."

You nod. "Got it."

The kaiju rises to its feet, ready for another round.

"Do me a favor and be bait, yeah?" You tell Hoshina and then before he can protest, you charge its back.

The kaiju swings at you but you duck.

"Oh I'm the fucking bait? Real classy." Hoshina grumbles but he complies, charging at its front, slashing at it and keeping it busy while you circle behind it.

You run up the stairs of a nearby building and when you reach the top, you launch yourself from the roof.

"This one is for making Hoshina bleed." You mutter under your breath before sending its organs flying as you rip through its flesh and pummel its core to bits. The aftershock sends you flying and you don't have time to land properly. You smack the floor on your side, tumbling in circles until you finally slow.

Your ribs feel like they're caving in but at least the kaiju is down for good. You lie in the dirt, coughing painfully and looking up at the night sky. You're fully human again, like the beast inside you curled up and went to bed, letting you feel the full force of the pain alone.

Hoshina rushes over to you. "Oh my god, are you okay?!"

You cough again. "Not sure if I'm up for that tea party anymore. Might've fucked up a lung or two."

He rolls his eyes. "You would make a joke at a time like this."

"And who was the one asking me stupid questions mid fucking fight?" You tease.

He laughs.

"So... are we going to talk about it now?" You swallow, wondering how he'll react to this new side of you.

He thinks for a moment. "Talk about what? As far as I know, a human saved me from the kaiju. And it looks like," He chucks a rock at the nearby drone, "The rubble badly damaged any footage that might've been captured."

You sigh, relieved, and relax against the ground.

"But... if there's anything you want to tell me later... when you're ready, I'll listen."

There were so many things you wanted to tell him and you being half kaiju was the least important of them. But you'd save that for another day, maybe when less of your limbs hurt.

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"By the way, did you really brutally murder the kaiju just because it made me bleed? Your comms were on."

"Shut up, Hoshina."

[butterflydm]

I was skimming the books for fic-research reasons and just had to be baffled all over again at how the Seanchan invasion gets treated CoT-onward. The Kin were the spine of the Wise Women of Ebou Dar, who are, like THE people who are respected by everyone in the city. They all had to try to flee the area because of the Seanchan and any who didn't successfully flee but were Kin (and thus could channel) would have been instantly enslaved by the Seanchan. And yet we have that fucking weirdness in Mat's (fucking weird overall) first chapter in A Memory of Light where the Ebou Dari people are all "lol, why would a brutal invasion bother us in the slightest; we're too super-casual for an invasion to bother us".

I mean, that's all tied into the logistics problems that plagued all things Seanchan-related in the later books (they have infinite soldiers and infinite food & supplies and generally don't have to abide by the economics & logistics that Rand's side is required to follow) but it just really stood out to me because I was reading about how respected the Wise Women are (even in places like the Rahad) -- but the Seanchan's coming would have completely gutted them as a society and that should have an impact on how the Ebou Dari feel about the Seanchan. And it just ties into my overall feeling that Jordan stopped treating the Seanchan realistically starting in CoT and then Sanderson continued the trend when he took over the writing of the books.

But, yeah, one of the big things that I hope for from the prime show is that the Seanchan get treated with narrative consistency and we don't get an abrupt 180 on how the narrative treats them at the two-thirds point. Because what the Ebou Dari should be feeling (and what they were feeling in Winter's Heart!) is a lot of fear and paranoia and the desire to rebel, because the Seanchan are Always Watching and will Randomly Steal and Enslave People for reasons that the non-Seanchan people are not going to understand!

I am really curious about how much Seanchan Presence we're going to have in s3, because s2 made some bold choices in where it went with the Seanchan storyline and I am intensely curious about what kind of follow-up we'll have in s3. I've said a lot in the past that Tuon needs to be introduced sooner than she was in the books (Jordan waited way too late to introduce her! He should also have introduced her while she was still in Seanchan, imo, so that we actually could have seen her interacting with the rest of the Imperial family so that we would have a baseline of Seanchan Imperial Behavior to potentially contrast her against later -- but Tuon feels like another case where Jordan valued the surprise of the wham! line over giving a lot of detail and background) and I would absolutely be a fan of her being introduced in s3.

[guardian5tiger3]

Pick a Group Tarot !

What's up ?

1. 2. 3.

Group 1 .

I'm actually picking up on past energy, like maybe 2000's , early 2010's .? It depends for everyone, the point is it's a message about the past, your past self. Something about your future has something to do with your past. Ok, of course. I mean, it's being suggested that you should go back in time, enjoy stuff you used to like that might make you nostalgic. Music, shows, movies, anything really. Especially around middle school age . Once again, it depends , but for a lot of you that's about the age I'm talking about, I believe. For some of you this is way off lol. The point is to relive some stuff from your past, bring back some memories. It'll open up your heart somehow. You'll feel a lot about it if you do, and find the right stuff. It may motivate you and give you a lot of energy moving forward. Hell. Yah. You guys. What more needs to be said. This is a sweet reading , if you ask me. A lot of you come up with so many questions and thoughts, yo why not just take the advice and try it out and if it works it works. Okay some of you are kind of struggling right now. For whatever reason, though, this is what I'm supposed to tell you. In general what spirit wants for you is to open your heart up and feel in your heart. Also weirdly specific but, something about a croissant.

Group 2.

Y'all need to be strong within yourselves at this time , maybe even more than usual. I'm getting this could very well be socially especially or for some in a work environment. Why am I picking up on a movie theatre. Mainly the popcorn. You guys seem like you're just kinda waiting for something to happen, and you're hoping this something happens, and it's good I'm seeing that you guys are dreaming big and stuff ya know.

Ohhhhhh. Y'all know what. Some of you need to maybe rethink a situation you rejected cause you're wanting someone specific and waiting for that. You literally might have just walked right past exactly what you want deep down lol. You guys!!!!! W.t.f. lol. Take your time to think about stuff and reflect. You may not even know what or who I'm talking about . Y'all gonna have to sit back for a while and contemplate maybe. Maybe you have too many standards or ideas but the universe knows what you want and need even more than you do. Dude I see this being a raw blessing. Y'all lmaoo!!! Serious. It may not seem appealing cause of whatever you've been taught to think or just your perception at first, but I'm telling you!!! Just, think about it, ok. You guys seem great by the way, good vibes. Just a little judgemental maybe. But I mainly feel lighthearted. I think that's lowkey your true natures, so, yeah. Peace and love ya goobers. Dang.

Group 3 .

You guys, sometimes you don't actually have to literally win the game to win the game. Sometimes playing the game and enjoying the game is where you really win, at the end of the day. Y'all get what I'm saying? Don't be too serious, don't be too hard on yourself or anyone else. You might need to have some heart healing taking place. Someone must have been harsh to you at some point in your life. You just need to reflect on that if that's the case, maybe and be nice to yourself and rebel against that. I'm also picking up the general concept of becoming your own best friend , being an appreciable character personality. Mainly a lot of what I'm getting is just reteaching yourself to be nice to yourself and enforcing respect on ya name. If you might be a little scared of personal development in some specific way though you know deep down it's good for you, know I can sense people will actually like and enjoy you even more afterwards.!

:)

[nimata-beroya]

HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?

With Zeb's surprise appearance in the teaser for The Mandalorian and Grogu at D23 on Friday night (Leaked video), it was inevitable to make me wonder yet again where my favorite bastard ex-imperial is. As Rebels fan, we keep winning 😁 but his very notorious absence from live-action is annoying! Especially since there are so many shows/movies where he could pop up!

After Zeb's cameo on the Mandalorian season 3, I was pretty sure Kallus would appear in Ahsoka. And if you ask me, there was a lost opportunity in the second (Third???) episode (the one when Hera and Ahsoka go to Correllia). He didn't even have to make a physical appearance. I'd have been satisfied with his voice (triple points if it had been voiced by David Oyelowo) in a simple comm call —no face shown, hence DO's voice— between him and Hera. I mean, who else was perfect for telling Hera about possible spies and ex-imperials than a guy who works/ed on intelligence?! And was an ex-imperial himself! *Sighs* Anyways...

I expect him to (and probably will be disappointed when he doesn't) appear on Andor season 2. I mean, come on!!! That should be a given. I understand that he wasn't on season 1 because he was already deployed to Lothal and was being a bastard trying to kill the Ghost Crew by then, but they don't have an excuse anymore! Kallus was on Yavin IV the last year of Cassian's life, both working as fulcrum agents! You can't tell me that they didn't cross path on hallways every day during that time. I don't need Kallus to be essential for the plot of season 2, I just want a little cameo. That's not too much to ask!

But in the case that it's indeed too much to ask, and he's not in Andor season 2, he still can be seen on the Mando movie! He could be the one giving intel to Teva and/or Zeb to pass along to Din about the Imperial remnants whereabouts, so Mando and Grogu can hunt them down. Like I've said before, who could be better for that job than Alexsandr Kallus? Again, I don't need the entire movie focused on him (but I won't be mad if he's on for more than 5 minutes either).

And even if they pass that opportunity as well (they're idiots if they do), there's still Ahsoka season 2! Because you can't say to me that Kallus will sit out the round 2 against Thrawn. Yeah, nope. That's not happening. Not ever. Not even if he's on Lira San right now, he'll come out of retirement just to help kick Thrawn ass again. He's not leaving Zeb, Hera, Ezra, and Co., to fight him without him. Nuh-huh!

I NEED LIVE-ACTION ALEXSANDR KALLUS NOW!!!

I have spoken!

[bluesest]

A Diarrhea Camp

In the "Orange Lake" camp there have always been adventures of all kinds, from wasp chases, to cases where for certain reasons, some campers used to have… stomach problems.

On this occasion a large group of campers arrived at the big green forest, where they will share great moments together. Jeremy was one of these campers, he was the rebel of the group, always looking for a way to get into trouble. On the third day, Jeremy insulted a fellow camper which was heard by the camp guides and as a punishment, he would have to serve the food dishes to the campers of the place.

That's how it all started, he hated having to work when he was supposed to be having fun with his buddies, in short, he was annoyed by the situation. On the first day, almost finishing his shift he overheard two of the campers complaining about the food:

"Wow…is this stuff even edible?"

"Is this supposed to be mashed potatoes?"

"The only thing pure here is how my stomach will end up after eating this."

"Rather, how your diarrhea will turn out after eating this attempt at food."

Hearing this, Jeremy couldn't help but get a feeling, one he had never felt before, it was a mixture of need and the obscene, like a great desire inside his heart that made him start sweating. He thought, "Just imagine how those unusable toilets would end up if any of these guys had an urge."

Night came and he was in his cabin with 5 of the other campers:

"Hey, I don't recommend you go to the bathrooms in this place, they're worse than last year, I'd choose a tree to mark my territory over that attempt at hygiene."

"And when it's your turn to do number two?"

"First of all, it's called shitting, second of all, I wouldn't have a choice to be honest."

Again that feeling came, piercing his chest and making certain parts of his body start to fill with blood. "Do I really like that kind of thing…? Naaahhh… but I should be able to do something to prove otherwise… I have an idea!"

While no one was looking, Jeremy grabbed his backpack and searched through his clothes, "I usually usually put all the medications on my shelf when I leave… Here it is!" Among several capsules he found a hand-sized bottle of a powerful laxative, and if you're wondering why a person would have a big bottle of laxative, well, let's just say our friend has had trouble with unclogging the pipe when he usually eats a lot of junk food.

The next day it was time to execute the plan, he waited for the cooks to be distracted to pour at least a small spoonful of the laxative to each of the dishes, the taste was not going to be a problem because the food itself was disgusting, Jeremy's conscience kicked in and almost caused him to stop his plan, but his desire was stronger, and that's how around 40 campers were intoxicated with laxative.

Once he finished his work, he grabbed a plate of food and sat down with his companions:

"This tastes a little weird than usual, but it's still gross."

"There are lots of activities at camp today: canoe paddling, swimming, a foot race, arts and crafts and among other things, what will you guys be doing?"

This just added more excitement to the matter, many of them would have to cut their activities short because their stomachs wouldn't hold out for long.

Twenty minutes passed and Jeremy was sitting on a log when he spotted a camper in the distance trying to hide the fact that he was carrying a roll of toilet paper in his hand, he was Jeremy's first victim, or at least the first one he could observe.

Slowly he approached him taking care that he didn't see him, surprisingly he got to the bathroom earlier which was because the camper could barely take small steps. When he arrived he saw that the bathroom had only two compartments, it was a typical wooden latrine with a large hole in the floor as a toilet, there are about 10 of these bathrooms around the camp, but even so they were not enough for the large wave of diarrheic young people, Jeremy hid in the second toilet and with a knife he had in his pocket he made a hole that allowed him to see everything that happened in the first latrine and that made it difficult to observe what was happening in the second one from the first toilet.

Finally he hears the first door creaking and being abruptly closed, he hears a small voice: "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" followed by the sound of the boy's pants strap to then drop his pants, after that the boy was able to free himself:

*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *HSRQQQHRHRHRSQRSRSHRSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSQRSFS FFFFFF*

The first blow was a devastating one, you could tell from afar how he'd been holding that in for a long time.

*GASP* *PPRRRRHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHS* *PPFFFFFFFFTTT* *SQHHQSHQHQHQ* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFTTTT*

The second one violently hit the hole, liters of liquid was expelled from the small anus of the subject that was not enough to expel everything in one blow:

"Why me?!?!?!?!?" *PPPFPFPTTT* *PPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQHSQH*.

Sobs began to be heard which were confused by the drops of brown liquid coming out of the poor boy, Jeremy was able to fill his desire, but this is not where it ends. Suddenly a knock was heard at Jeremy's cubicle door:

"Hey buddy, excuse me, but have you cleared the bathroom yet? I just really need to go, and to be honest, the guy next door sounds like he's just getting started."

Jeremy took his eyes off the hole, opened the door and answered, "All yours", he was a tall young man with some muscle, his clothes were stuck to him due to sweat, and with a smile he thanked Jeremy obviously not knowing that he was the one who was to blame for his suffering.

The big guy closed the door, Jeremy almost left the place disappointed until he saw a small hole that would allow him to see what was also happening in the second cubicle: He saw how the tall guy started to undress, he was the type of person who undresses to go to the bathroom when it is something urgent, Jeremy managed to see part of the guy's penis before his ass fell into the toilet:

*PPPPPPFFTFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PSSSSSSSS*.

The first blow was weak compared to that of the previous person, who by the way was still expelling large amounts of poop in embarrassment as he knew a new person entered with the same problem:

*PSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PPFFFFFFFTTT* *PLOP*.

The second hit was somewhat disappointing for Jeremy, apparently this guy was having a bad constipation, he was about to leave to find other campers until a big noise made him stay:

*PPPSFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *HQSHHSQHQHHSHHSHHSHSSSSSS* *PSPSPSPSSHSHSHHHHSHSHSHSHSSS* *PLOP* *PFFFTFTTT* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRR* "Aghhhh!"

The smell hit him all at once, a mixture of bread and meat with a hint of pepper, the man managed to unclog his pipe and managed to release a third shocking wave as the first person had already finished and proceeded to clean himself up Tall: "Uffffffff I really did have to get rid of a couple of extra pounds…wait a minute…I FORGOT TO BRING PAPER…*KNOCK* *KNOCK* hey, I know you're in there, could you lend me some paper? I really need to clean up the mess I have on my butt."

Shy: "ummmm… Ok… but don't finish it all, I'm afraid this is a… diarrhea."

Tall: "Don't worry, I have more in my backpack, just let me know when you want to hit the porcelain again."

Shy: "That would be strange…"

Tall: "In another context yes, but come on, we both heard and smelled what was going on in each other's toilet, we're like bathroom bros!"

Shy: "Well… do you want to go paddling after this… with me?"

Tall: "Sure, why not, I don't have many friends around here either."

Those words reminded Jeremy of one of the other activities which would be interesting for his new hobby: canoe paddling, just the thought of a person having an emergency in a place surrounded by water and the only way out is using brute force which raises the risk of causing an anal leak, is something that fascinated Jeremy. As he left the area he saw that very few campers were around, that was a sign that most were already affected and that only those with strong stomachs were not affected, even so sooner or later they would all fall.

As he made his way to the lake he could see the start of the foot race that he heard in the cafeteria, there were 5 contestants, all of them were sweaty, but only one had a worried face, apparently 4 of them had already used the bathroom and the sweat remained as a souvenir. The camper was wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt with tight black shorts that exposed his well polished legs.

The guide started the race, the one in the yellow shirt that we will call as "Runner" was in first place, apparently his urgency gave him the strength to explode his legs and want to finish the race as soon as possible, not even Jeremy taking shortcuts could catch him, so he followed him with his eyes, after 5 minutes the runner reached the finish line but he did not stop there and kept running, in the distance Jeremy could distinguish something between the runner's legs, a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase him again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea began to drip out of the shorts: a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase it again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea started to drip out of the shorts.

The runner arrived at his destination and after 1 minute Jeremy arrived too, while the runner was making a huge effort to take off his tight shorts without causing a mess, Jeremy took advantage of his urgency and opened a hole with the razor to observe what was going on inside: he saw how an agitated camper with big legs was undressing and with the speed that made him win the race he made his ass reach his own finish line:

The first wave was brutal, the smell was starting to permeate Jeremy's eyes, but also permeating the great view of what of the biggest asses Jeremy has ever seen in his life.

*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *SQSHHSHQSHQSHSQHSHQHSHQHSHQHHS* *GASP* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSHHHHHHHHHH* *SQSHHSQHHSHQSHQSHQSHQSHQS*

The second wave did not disappoint, so strong was the smell that Jeremy's eyes began to water and in his mind he said, "someone ate a lot of garlic today, didn't he?"

*PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

By the third, things had calmed down, Jeremy pulled his face out of the hole, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and set out to continue with his original plan: go to the lake.

There was only one person already in the lake, a brunette person wearing a swimsuit, he looked ridiculous wearing that knowing he wouldn't touch the water, but Jeremy was not one to judge as he was doing worse.He approached the dock and in the distance he saw how the "swimmer" started hugging his stomach, Jeremy imagined that sporty body squeezed by that blue suit and when he saw him heading towards a secluded shore, Jeremy set out to run just to reach to hide and get a better view of the swimmer's butt. It wasn't easy but he finally got there before him, he positioned himself in a small bush as the canoe was parked:

Swimmer "Oh my god, the toilets are too far away and… I don't think I can hold on… shit."

*PPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR*

A machine gun of farts was coming out of that tight ass, with force and desperation the swimmer started to quickly take off that suit exposing that under that suit was hiding a nice ass, he barely managed to free his ass and started to shit without even squatting down:

*PFPDPDPDPDPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPS* *PPFPFFTFTFTFTTFTF* *PPDPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*

They were wet farts coming out forcefully as they were inundated by waves of violent diarrhea, it had a dark color and stank pretty bad.

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRP* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS*

Followed the liquid, there was no trace of any solid material, the frequency of the farts was going down, but they were much louder, at this part the camper could barely squat:

*PPFFFFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTF* *RPPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *QSHQSHHSHQSHQSHSHHQHQSHQHSHSHSHS* *PPFFFTFTTTT* *PPFFFTTTT*

An even more powerful jet made the swimmer tremble causing him to nearly lose his balance and fall into his own fecal material. Finally, the poor camper finished and wiped his butt with the lake water hoping no one had seen him.

Jeremy seeing that the swimmer left was ready to return to his cabin and rest from the marathon he ran all day, but something strange, in the mud of the forest he saw footsteps, a trace of someone walking through the forest and so far did not return, Jeremy exhausted did not miss the opportunity and also went into the forest.

5 minutes was the time Jeremy was walking among the big trees, he was about to return when he heard some moans, when he looked out he saw another camper sweating, walking and hugging his stomach, so Jeremy decided to deviate from the dirt road and hid in the trees following the lost camper.

He looked exhausted and dizzy, he stopped for a second and changed his route next to a tree, defeated, he slowly dropped his pants leaving his somewhat flat butt in the air:

*PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT*. It was just a dry fart, apparently yet another one who is constipated.

Slowly a monumental poop made its way out, it was so big that it couldn't easily pass through the poor boy's anus:

*SQHHQSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* *SPLASH*.

Finally, it fell leaving the way free for:

Shit was falling and exploding as it hit the ground, many flies around started to approach the boy which made the situation more uncomfortable:

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PPPPPPPFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PQSPSPQSPQSPQSPSSSHHSHSGSS* *PFFFFFFFFFFFT* *GASP*.

Camper: "I think… I'll stay in camp…"

He slowly took several sheets and wiped his bottom, they were rough but worked well for the situation. After leaving, Jeremy walked over to the pile of shit and admired it by touching a certain part of his body.

Upon arriving back at camp, his friends told him the news that several campers had severe diarrhea.

[babyrdie]

Did you draw Pyrrhus?

Drawing inspired by Sophocles' play Philoctetes! In it, there is a debate between the way that Odysseus does things and the way that Neoptolemus does them. That is, resolving things by cunning vs resolving things by being sincere.

ODYSSEUS: You noble father's son, when I was young, I had a quiet tongue, as well. I let my active hands speak up for me. But now I've gone out into adult life and faced its trials, I see with mortal men the tongue, not action, rules in everything. 120 NEOPTOLEMUS: What are your orders, then, apart from lying? ODYSSEUS: I'm ordering you to use deceitful means to seize Philoctetes. NEOPTOLEMUS: But why deceit? Why not persuade him? ODYSSEUS: The man won't listen. And he's not someone you can take by force. NEOPTOLEMUS: Is he that confident, that powerful? ODYSSEUS: Indeed, he is. His arrows never miss. Every shot brings death. NEOPTOLEMUS: I have no chance at all if I move out to challenge him? ODYSSEUS: None whatsoever, unless, as I've said, you use some trick to grab him. NEOPTOLEMUS: So you don't think there's any shame in saying something false? ODYSSEUS: No, I don't — not if the lies will save us. NEOPTOLEMUS: But how can anyone control his face when he dares speak such lies? ODYSSEUS: When what you do brings benefits, you should not hesitate.

Philoctetes. Translation by Ian Johnston.

Initially, Neoptolemus accepts to follow Odysseus's style, wishing to be obedient as younger soldiers should be to more experienced soldiers. He lies to Philoctetes, gaining his trust by saying that he is the son of Achilles (Philoctetes had a good relationship with him. As Achilles is a typically sincere character, claiming to be his son also gives you a greater image of sincerity) and that he had a disagreement with the Atreides and Odysseus as well as Philoctetes (this part is a lie, a way to gain Philoctetes' trust).

However, after talking to Philoctetes, learning how unfair his situation was, seeing how he trusted him, Neoptolemus feels guilty for lying and trying to abandon him on Lemnos again, but this time without having the bow to help him. For this reason, he rebels against Odysseus, even though he's more experienced. Neoptolemus had obtained Heracles' bow by deceiving Philoctetes, but, disobeying Odysseus, he returns it to Philoctetes and regains Philoctetes' trust. They develop a friendship (Philoctetes attributes Neoptolemus's attitude to being an influenceable young boy and therefore blames it on Odysseus). When Neoptolemus says he is afraid that the Achaeans will punish Skyros for his failure Philoctetes says he will go with him to Skyros and help him defend his kingdom, but he will not go to Troy. Neoptolemus, no longer wishing to deceive or use force, accepts. Philoctetes is convinced to go to Troy by Heracles, who appears to warn him that Zeus's wish is for him to go to Troy.

Thus, Philoctetes and the bow are conquered through friendship (Neoptolemus and Heracles), and not through trying to deceive someone because of an interest (Odysseus). This kind of cunning vs. honesty debate was also used with Odysseus and Achilles, so I imagine that in some ways Neoptolemus is used as a narrative device similar to Achilles. And it's important to say that, although explaining the play it seems like it's a case of bad Odysseus x good Philoctetes/Neoptolemus, I don't think this is an interpretation that should be encouraged given the context. Greek mythology characters hardly fit the dichotomy of good and evil. Remember how Neoptolemus also does terrible things in the Trojan War. He isn't intended to be a typically good hero, even by Ancient Greek morals. He kills Priam inside the temple of Zeus, which wasn't morally acceptable!

Now let's talk about design choices…and know that what's here is unnecessarily detailed, so proceed if you want.

Antenor says Menelaus is broader and taller than Odysseus:

Once in the past he came our way, King Odysseus heading the embassy they sent for your release, together with Menelaus dear to Ares. I hosted them, treated them warmly in my halls 250 and learned the ways of both, their strategies, their traits. Now, when they mingled with our Trojans in assembly, standing side-by-side, Menelaus' shoulders mounted over his friend's in height and spread, when both were seated Odysseus looked more lordly.

The Iliad, 3.247-255. Tranlstion by Robert Fagles.

Priam describes Odysseus as shorter than Agamemnon, but broader:

Shorter than Atreus' son Agamemnon, clearly, but broader across the shoulders, through the chest

The Iliad, 3.233-234. Tranlstion by Robert Fagles.

By comparison, Priam describes Agamemnon like this:

[...] Look, who's that Achaean there. so stark and grand? Many others afield are much taller. true,

The Iliad, 3.203-204. Tranlstion by Robert Fagles.

Which suggests he's not short, but he's not that tall either. This makes Odysseus average to average to short, but wide. However, my Odysseus is notoriously short. This isn't really mythologically accurate, but I wanted to give a range of height and Odysseus was one of the characters where the short king type was most possible (as he wasn't exactly tall already and his height doesn't play a big role in the character. In The Odyssey, when it's mentioned it's to say that Athena made him look taller). But he's not a bearded twink, my Odysseus is relatively wide, which is mythologically accurate.

Big Ajax was famously large and wide, the biggest in the Achaean army. Achilles was probably tall, although not as tall as Big Ajax, as he is explicitly described as an ideal of beauty, often referred to as the most beautiful of the Achaeans, and tall men were closer to the masculine beauty standard (no wonder gods made heroes look taller. Zeus does this to Agamemnon in the first books of The Iliad, Athena does this to Odysseus in The Odyssey). Furthermore, Achilles was certainly the muscular type, but he was hardly massive. Probably a more agile muscular guy, given his speed attribute. So, for example, Ajax is bigger than Achilles in all respects, while Odysseus is wider but shorter. Patroclus probably had a body very similar to that of Achilles, as in Book 16 he takes his armor and puts it on without any problems. Ajax being big, Achilles being agile and tall, and Patroclus having a similar body to Achilles are aspects I kept in my design.

Hector, however, has some difference compared to Achilles and Patroclus, as the armor that fit both of them did not fit him. Zeus had to change its size to fit Hector, although we can't be sure if it was due to height, width or both.

So he decreed and the son of Cronus bowed his craggy dark brows. fitted the armor tightly on Hector's body and Ares surged in his heart with awesome force, filling his limbs with power and fighting strength.

The Iliad, XVII, 240-244. Translation by Robert Fagles.

Considering how he generally equaled Ajax in fighting style/skill, I imagine he was at least larger than Achilles and Patroclus. As for height, I imagine the three of them are the same height.

So, to recap:

Big Ajax is the tallest and widest in the Achaean army. I kept this in my design.

Menelaus is taller and broader than Odysseus. I'll probably keep the height, but my Odysseus is possibly wider.

Agamemnon isn't surprisingly tall, but he isn't short. I intend to keep that aspect of him in my design.

Odysseus is shorter than Agamemnon, but wider than him. In my design, the height remains the same, but Agamemnon is probably wider.

Achilles is tall, but not that wide. I kept this in my design.

Patroclus has a body similar to Achilles. I kept this in my design.

Hector is probably wider than Achilles and Patroclus. I kept this in my design.

And why am I talking about this? To explain my Neoptolemus!

Hephaestus creates another armor for Achilles. This armor, just like the first one that Patroclus easily used and Zeus had to alter to fit Hector, was made with Achilles' measurements in mind. Ajax and Odysseus both wanted this armor, but it probably wouldn't really fit either of them. So I imagine they had other reasons for wanting it besides simply using it. I'll explain what my headcanon is for this.

Ajax is greater than Achilles in both senses. I imagine that Achilles and Ajax didn't have THAT big a difference in height, especially considering how Mycenaean armor could be wide around the body, but the width of Ajax's shoulders is enough to not make this the ideal armor for him. As for Odysseus, he is wider and shorter than Achilles, I imagine the height difference was relatively significant…really not ideal for him.

Ajax REALLY cares about his reputation, much like Achilles. This is possible to see in more than one source. Odysseus, on the other hand, doesn't care that much. He obviously doesn't want to be seen as inferior, but he doesn't care if he's viewed negatively or if he's vilified. This makes it believable that Ajax wants the armor because of what it represents (a reward for the great warrior), although I don't know if Odysseus would want it for that reason. Another reason Ajax wants the armor is that it isn't the armor made by Hephaestus, but the armor made by Hephaestus for Achilles. Thus, in addition to its recognition value, the armor acquires the value of belonging to the family of Ajax (that is, his cousin Achilles).

On the other hand, Odysseus may have wanted the armor as a treasure. After all, it's indeed really expensive. One argument given is that he wanted the armor to use as an enticement for Neoptolemus to go to war, but in the chronology usually the Achaeans capture Helenus AFTER Ajax and Odysseus have argued. In other words, at the time Odysseus demanded possession of the armor he did not know about Neoptolemus' prophecy, so he could not have been thinking about him when he demanded it.

In the play Philoctetes, following the instructions of Odysseus, Neoptolemus lies saying that he had a problem with the Atreides and Odysseus as a way of gaining the sympathy of Philoctetes, who does not like them. As the reason for the disagreement, he says that the Achaeans denied him the armor that belonged to his father, although it was his rightful inheritance (this did not happen, he is lying because he is obeying Odysseus). Philoctetes is immediately surprised and asks if Big Ajax didn't intervene on his behalf. Neoptolemus explains that Ajax was already dead, news that saddens Philoctetes. The important thing here is: Philoctetes immediately assumes that Ajax would act in Neoptolemus' defense. Philoctetes realized this after spending little time with Ajax, after all he was abandoned before Troy. Certainly the Achaeans would have known that Ajax would fight for the rights of Achilles and his descendants, spending 10 years with him. So it makes no sense to assume that Odysseus, a clearly intelligent and observant character, wouldn't have noticed this as well. If it were for Neoptolemus, he could give up the armor to Ajax, knowing that Ajax would give up to Neoptolemus. Therefore, in addition to the chronology not matching (because Helenus is captured after Ajax's death), the characters themselves wouldn't act like this.

So…Odysseus wanted it for wealth? Or maybe because of his pride. It's true that he didn't care much about being vilified, but he had his pride. After all, the problem he has in The Odyssey is precisely because he was proud enough to commit the stupidity of saying his name to Polyphemus. So, I'm assuming that Odysseus was wanting wealth and being proud and Ajax was wanting recognition and regaining something that belongs to his family (these are my headcanons, I'm not stating)

Anyway, the armor doesn't remain with Odysseus. In more than one source he passes it to Neoptolemus (e.g. in The Little Iliad). The problem is that Neoptolemus was conceived when Achilles was 14/15 years old, and was born when he was no longer on Skyros (Pseudo-Apollodorus Library). This makes him over 10 years old when he's approached to be a soldier, but he's at most a pre-teen in modern terms. He couldn't be as tall and wide as Achilles.

Achilles, in some versions, is said to be hidden on Skyros in more than one source, which makes him have to be a believable girl when young. So even though he was taller than the girls, he wasn't that eye-catching in size. After all, Odysseus felt the need to deceive him instead of immediately noticing that one of the girls is much bigger than the others. He probably just looked like a tall girl. So even though Achilles was tall as an adult, he didn't have a shocking height or size as a teenager. I assume it's the same with Neoptolemus, especially since his divine blood is more distant than in the case of Achilles (his closest lineage being his grandmother, while Achilles's is his mother).

This means that Achilles' armor doesn't actually fit Neoptolemus, being too big for him. The Library, in the Epitome, says there was an eight-year gap before they arrived at Aulis, which would increase Neoptolemus' age and make sense for Achilles' armor to fit him. However, it's not my preferred version, so I'm not taking it into account in my design. This information is also not generally mentioned in other sources, so it's not like we can claim that it was a constant version of the myth, and therefore I don't necessarily have to use it (it's not the same thing as, for example, trying to make Big Ajax be short or Odysseus stupid).

So here my Neoptolemus is actually a pre-teen (being younger than Achilles at the start of the war) instead of a nearly adult teenager (being older than Achilles at the start of the war). He's not a demigod (he's just the son of one), so he doesn't have the need to be noticeably tall. When Neoptolemus goes to Troy, he's at the age of puberty, so I imagine it's precisely at this time that he starts to grow more. Still, he won't get as tall as Achilles. That's why in this drawing he's shorter than Odysseus, even though my Odysseus is short. He'll eventually get taller than Odysseus, but not now while he's still on Lemnos trying to convince Philoctetes. As for Achilles' armor…remember the part where Zeus makes it fit on Hector? Just imagine that the same happened to Neoptolemus, as he certainly received some divine help because of his connection with Achilles and Thetis.

Having explained the age and height I gave to Neoptolemus, my Neoptolemus is red-haired. He did in fact have times when he was portrayed this way in antiquity and his birth name, Pyrrhus, may allude to this. For this reason, I made him have much more noticeable freckles than other characters (like Odysseus and Achilles) and he can't tan well. He looks more like my Deidamia, but he still resembles Achilles when he was on Skyros. Because he looks like his mother and has an androgynous father, my Neoptolemus is also androgynous. In this drawing he's even more so because he's really young, but this will remain true even in drawings where he's older. The necklace he's wearing used to be Achilles' (given to him by Thetis), although I haven't yet shown the design Achilles wears this necklace (it's important to note that the necklace thing is headcanon, not inspired by mythology).

[shoyastars]

fic idea 💡

Hypothetical fan kid of Ray or oc gets powers and tries to hide the abilities from NAHA

Naha can stick themselves in a casket.

YESSSSSSSS!!!!!

WHOEVER YOU ARE MAWH!

I love this idea!!! Hehehehe. Let’s cause the NAHA pain all around!

Ahem..

Ray x Reader

Hidden Star and Abilities

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Please keep in mind Binary Star Hero is 18+ which means no minors are allow to interact nor come in contact with the fandom or game! It’s is meant for adults. Although this fanfic may seem wholesome, still minor’s interacting is a big no.

The creator of Binary Star Hero is: Concreteparasite on itch, tumblr and twitter. I suggest you play the game if you have not played yet, trust me the game is very good!

Let’s carry on.

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You and Ray were together for so long it only feels like yesterday you two met face to face. Although the road to trust was bumpy in some ways, you two only grew closer.

And that’s when you had your little shining star.

Your child

(you can pick the gender and name, this is an x Reader fanfic!)

You and Ray despite grasping parenting the first time around, soon gotten the hang of it. You’re child grew into a beautiful kid, soon as they hit 5 however was when it got a bit…. Difficult…

Ray was away at work, and you were looking for them and found they were happily playing with their ability. The child like nature only seeing this as an amazing thing, while you worried for them. Knowing the NAHA would crack down at the chance to possibility invite them to become a hero if they’re power had gotten stronger. You knew Ray didn’t want that life for his own kid, you didn’t want that for your kid.

As a result of a conversation between you and Ray having a conversation, you two decided to keep it secret from the NAHA.

-

As years flew by, they had noticed how overprotective their father was. They were now a tween the years truly go by fast, however one day you heard Ray and your kid arguing, you rushed to see what’s going on.

“Oh come on! You have abilities and you show them off all the time.”

“It’s because I have to for my job! You’re still a kid, you barely know have to use your ability properly.”

“Because you never let me try!”

You weren’t sure what to do, Ray wasn’t wrong for protecting them, but yet again learning to use their abilities in case of emergencies wouldn’t be a bad idea….

“I’m your father, no abilities got it?”

You walk over to your kid.

“Maybe we should clam down…?”

“YOUR BARELY HERE TO EVEN BE CALLED MY DAD! UGH!”

They run out the room and slam the door in anger. Now that was pushing it too far…. You look at Ray, you noticed how he didn’t even have words to speak back at that. All he did was sigh, he gone to sit down. Clearly frustrated. He wasn’t sure what to do…. Or say in this matter…

You sat down next to him. Hand on his shoulder as to comfort him.

“They’re not wrong… but I’m trying. They just don’t understand what’s at stake here.”

“Of course, but they’re not wrong in a way. Maybe if they use their ability when in danger, that would be helpful.”

Ray looks at you and then looks away, rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know star….”

“No need to rush things. I’m just suggesting that as a possible solution. After all, you and I aren’t going to be around forever.”

You took Ray’s hand in yours, his hand rough from all the work from his job as a hero, yours from working and helping look after your little Star. Ray let’s out a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder. You run your finger through his hair. You could sense the smile as he rubbed his thumb over you hand.

“I’m just lucky to have them with you.”

“I know.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let them try, at least for self defense.”

You smile and then kiss his check, a pink hue spreads across his face as you did that. He then sighs know this would mean talking to your little rebel of a kid. Hopefully they won’t have one of those difficult phases….

He gets up soon afterwards, to go talk to little star, you were hoping this would work. At least to make sure you’re the little star in your life wouldn’t fall to the NAHA or to something out of their control…..

Few days goes by, and you bring in some cool drinks as you see Ray and Little Star practicing their ability, via by self defense. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw how Ray pats Little Star on the head as a good job for today. Though this moment might not last forever, you’ll enjoy what you can with these two. As long if it’s not an actual fight. Hiding it from the NAHA seemed more easier now that they’ve offered the alternative option.

Let’s at least have this nice moment for now…..

[hymnism]

release the list

(i feel like i should mention these are all games ive personally played so if any of these make you go "why isn't [GAME] on here it's probably cuz i haven't played it. anyway)

(obligatory mention to hades/disco elysium/omori since they're some of my favorite games but im sure everyone already knows about them. they are lovely games and you should play them 👍)

darkest dungeon ($25) - turn based roguelike where you recruit mercenaries and send them on dungeon explorations and make sure they don't die of stress or starvation alongside the regular monster attacks. notoriously difficult. imagine bloodborne but turn based

ftl: faster than light ($10)- real time roguelike where you control a small crew and pilot a spaceship on the run from a rebel fleet. manage power and weapons on your own ship while targeting critical systems on the enemy

loop hero ($15)- a roguelike where your character will automatically walk in a loop while you use cards to add terrain with different effects such as spawning monsters to give you loot or increasing your healing. very unique with a beautiful pixel artstyle and banger soundtrack

moonlighter ($20)- a roguelike rpg where you go dungeon diving and try to bring back as much loot as you can so that you can sell it in your shop

shadows of doubt ($20)- early access. a first person sandbox detective simulator where each case is procedurally generated. randomly generates a town with npcs that all have names and addresses and relationships. put together clues from a crime scene and try to catch a killer before they strike again. work odd jobs between cases to keep yourself fed and housed

ultrakill ($25) fast paced first person shooter with a style system ala devil may cry. you play as a robot fighting through the layers of hell. mankind is dead. blood is fuel. hell is full

crypt of the necrodancer ($15)- a rhythm based roguelike dungeon crawler where you and your enemies are only allowed to move on beat. banger soundtrack goes without saying

everhood ($10)- a rhythm based rpg where you play as a red doll who had their arm stolen and is trying to get it back. battles involve moving between 5 lanes to avoid enemy attacks. if you like undertale you'll like this

spiritfarer ($30)- management and adventure game where you play as a spiritfarer who needs to care for spirits on her boat before leading them into the afterlife. incredibly charming and touching game. you will cry

let's school ($20)- management sim where you build and manage a school and help students graduate by setting up different courses. addicting and has a very cute artstyle

let's build a zoo ($20)- management sim where you. well where you build a zoo. a very silly game that includes a morality system where you can choose to be eco friendly and help repopulate endangered species or you can exploit your animals for their meat and produce. also has an animal splicing mechanic. haven't you ever wanted to make a giraffe with a duck head

the wandering village ($25)- early access. a city builder with the twist that you live on the back of a giant wandering beast named onbu. you help care for onbu as he wanders though different biomes that force you to adjust your resource production as some things become unavailable (such as water in a desert)

frostpunk ($30) a survival city builder where you build around a central core and try to prevent everyone from freezing to death in progressively colder temperatures

monster sanctuary ($20)- a metroidvania style creature collector with a unique combo meter that will continue to build and increase your damage based on the number of "hits" you can perform (healing buffs and shields also count as hits) and each monster has different skill trees that you can upgrade and customize

coral island ($30)- farming life sim with a unique underwater area where you can live and farm and raise aquatic plants and animals. you work to help restore the island after and oil spill ruined the surrounding ocean. i should mention that although this game is technically not in early access it is still unfinished and missing large chunks of gameplay/interactions/story. however there is still a healthy amount of content and is still a fun game as it is

apico ($20)- a beekeeping sim where you keep bees to make and sell honey while also breeding and releasing them to help restore their numbers in the wild

spirittea ($20)- a management and life sim where you manage a bathhouse for ghosts and help the townsfolk who think they're haunted (they're right). basically a cross between stardew valley and spirited away

cloud meadow ($20)- early access. this is a porn game ⚠️ a farming sim where instead of regular animals you have anthro characters and you can breed them either yourself or with each other and have them help in combat or on your farm. very cute artstyle and amazing animation work

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

(repost of this with the video directly in the post because vimeo links are acting up)

Rewatching this scene for the sweet angst, something struck me. In hindsight it's extremely obvious but I'd never thought about it this way.

There's the very obvious parallels with Qui-Gon's death, down to Satine caressing Obi-Wan's cheek, there's that amazing bit of mirrored exchange, where Obi-Wan starts off confrontational and angry and Maul gloating, and then Obi-Wan becomes soft-spoken and empathetic and Maul starts to shake with rage and pain and can't even properly face him, and then there's this.

Maul boasts that the Dark Side is "more powerful than [Obi-Wan] knows," that Obi-Wan's "noble flaw" is a weakness, so why is he trying to make him more powerful? Why tell him to use the Dark Side? Why basically give him a crash course about how it works? Does he want Obi-Wan to retaliate? To escape?

The obvious answer is that Maul isn't trying to make Obi-Wan more powerful. After all, he's well aware that Obi-Wan is a dogshit fighter when he's angry.

Immediately after that last quote, he says "that is not the Jedi way, is it?" as a taunt, and again in The Lawless, he insists "You should have chosen the Dark Side, Master Jedi."

So he's simply trying to destroy him as a Jedi, right? Because he knows that's what make Obi-Wan who he is, and he blames Obi-Wan for robbing him of his status along with his life, so he wants to destroy Obi-Wan's life in the ways that matter (since, as Obi-Wan says, just killing him is nothing like destroying him). But if that's the case, then we're back to the "power" issue. What's the point of destroying Obi-Wan if it's by giving him what Maul claims is his own identity, and the key to freedom?

And imo the answer lies right here:

Why would killing Satine make Obi-Wan share Maul's pain? Why would Maul regard the pain of losing a loved one (something he's completely unfamiliar with at this point) as equal to his torment? Why isn't he chopping Obi-Wan in half and keeping him alive with Nightsister magick instead? Why would the murder of one of Obi-Wan's loved ones, picked almost at random, be THE "moment" Maul has been thinking about "for years"?

I think he really isn't talking about Satine's murder in and of itself when he talks of pain. The pain he wants Obi-Wan to share isn't the pain of loss, but very simply the pain of living in the Dark Side.

That's why Satine really is just a "tool" to his vengeance, as he says, and not the main point. That's why he's so enraged that Obi-Wan insists on showing him compassion even through his fear and anger - being kind leaves you open to grief but protects from the agony of the Dark.

Maul wants Obi-Wan to Fall, to stop being a Jedi, not because he truly believes the Dark Side gives you good things, but because he knows the Dark Side makes you miserable.

He tries to freaking teach Obi-Wan how to Fall, like Obi-Wan is a Sith apprentice, because being a Sith is the most miserable you're ever going to get! He tries to make Obi-Wan suffer by making him like him! He's so self-loathing his hatred of Obi-Wan materializes as self-hatred!

And hey, that greatly complements the end of the episode - Obi-Wan resists the Dark Side and escapes the planet, and Maul revels in it and immediately loses the only person he cares about and ends up crawling and crying while Sidious gleefully tortures him. Maul falls victim to every form of suffering he wanted to inflict on Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan flies away. In the end, Maul is proven right: being Fallen really f*cking sucks.

Really accentuates that Maul wanted relief above all when he sought out Obi-Wan in Rebels. He went to the only person who had shown him actual compassion, and the person he knew was best at resisting the Dark Side - so he could finally be free.

[quitealotofsodapop]

The crew listens to Epic: the Musical.

MK's favorite song is Legendary.

Wukong identifies with Just a Man (not that he'll admit it).

Macaque likes Ruthlessness because he's an emo little stinker.

Sandy likes Open Arms (of course).

Tang and Red Son like Warrior of the Mind.

Pigsy really thinks the monkeys should take Luck Runs Out to heart.

Mei likes Keep Your friends close (a fun bop that belies danger underneath, just like her).

I have to be careful binging a new muscial (or in this case Saga) cus I end up playing each song on loop for hours. Opinions might change once the full and finished versions of later sagas are released.

I love all these hcs <3

Im imagining the gang likely sees/listens to Epic on the reccomendation of MK (who's currently on a Greek Mythology hyperfixation), and he gets them all to watch the full play - maybe in the future as a irl performance or film.

"Legendary" is SUCH an MK song. Both him and Telemachus growing up with the stories of someone dear to them and wanting to replicate their success. I could also see him really liking "Warrior of the Mind" with the theme of "some nobody" gaining the favor of a god (reminds you of anyone?) + SWK is infamously the personification of The Mind in Jttw so its a bonus. MK is smiling evily whenever a harsh plot twist occurs and his fam are shocked silent. >:3

Sun Wukong feels targeted personally with how many of the Epic songs remind him of his past. Ofc he starts crying halfway through "Horse and the Infant", and is inconsolable during "Just A Man" - verbally yelling "NO!" at the end. And like Nezha and Sandy is *silent* during Posideon's songs. Is super jazzed during the triumphant Ithaca Saga though! And feels mega catharic during "King" when Odysseus proves that he still rules to the suitors! He tries his best to hide how much the muscial is affecting him.

Macaque is a canon theatre Nerd - so he's already listened to the musical multiple times, but he's uber excited to see the live performance (and secretly bond with his found fam). Is rocking out during "Ruthlessness" and "Done For" in particular, so much so that he's fidgeting and dancing within his seat. He also vibes with "No Longer You" as someone with powers of prophecy. Is really amazed how much Wukong gets into the musical, but in retrospect understands *why*. Him and Wukong accidentally share a glance during "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again" and it gets a little awkward afterwards.

Mei is similarly excited to see anything with her bestie, so she tried her best not hear/see any spoilers ("it's a centuries' old story Mei" "Ssssh!! Dont tell me!"). She was shooketh by how hard the muscial goes. "Keep Your Friends Close" is her fave based on beat alone. She gets delightedly scared and amazed by consistent horse imagery used with Posideon (shameless link to my fave Animatic of "Ruthlessness").

Tang loves himself some historical and mythological adaptations, and is estatic that MK has given him an excuse to go see one! He's not as familar with Hellenic mytholgy as he is with Hindu-Chinese, but he knows enough lore to make the pog-champ face at every foreshadowing/reference. "Warrior of the Mind" really gets to him as a song about valuing your smarts. He also feels really empathetic for Calypso.

Pigsy only went cus Tang begged him. He feels super lost by the deep Greek lore he's missing, but he can get Odysseus's whole thing with trying to get home - but he def identifies more with Eurylochus. "Luck Runs Out" proves this to him. Later on he feels that the second-in-command was justified in having the soldiers rebel against Odysseus after so many losses (who wouldn't after losing all their friends?). Audibly gasps at the end of "Just A Man" - cus who would just do that!? Is a little freaked out by Circe turning the Athenian's into pigs - Eurylochus is depicted as partly-transformed, played by a pig-demon actor who was in super convincing human makeup in the previous sagas. He also gets protective feelings by-proxy seeing Telemachus's situation since the prince reminds him of MK. Is surprised by how much he likes the musical!

Sandy feels betrayed. This isn't like Disney Hercules at all! He does really enjoy Polites message in "Open Arms" and the later moments when the hopeful soldier's outlook is proven correct. He's a little overwhelmed at points though - he get eerily quiet during Posideon's scenes. He sobs joyfully when Odysseus finally makes it home and reunites with his family! :')

Because of this really good animatic/almost child-like depiction of Aelous by gigi; I can def see "Keep Your Friends Close" being Nezha's fave. It reminds Nezha of when he was far more carefree + has a solid lesson on about trust/"forbidden fruit". He also enjoys the more march-like tune of "Survive". He does however, freeze when he listens to Posideon's songs "Ruthlessness" and "Get in the Water" - he has been on the bad end of a sea god before and is quietly shtting himself for Odysseus.

Red Son goes in feeling like he could have stayed at home listening to the musical on his phone while working on a car instead. He is however blown away by the heavy themes and performances, especially "Warrior of the Mind" and Telemachus's situation - a prince forced to grow up fatherless and protecting his mother from suitors due to his dad pissing off a higher power? Hello?? Accidentally shrieks "YES!!!" when Athena becomes Telemachus's mentor/friend after "Little Wolf".

Princess Iron Fan I could see loving any song including Penelope (she empathizes with the Queen's situation hard), but unexpectedly enjoys "Keep Your Friends Close" - she's a fellow Wind Goddess at her core. It also reminds her of her not-so-little-anymore nephew.

DBK on the flip side loves the heavier songs like "Polyphemus" and "Ruthlessness". This man is a Posedion apologist. He does feels bad for Odysseus by the end though - man just wants to get back to his wife and kid dammit!

Bonus: The Spider Gang are watching the bootleg and Spider Queen agrees with Circe's whole girlboss attitude especially "Puppeteer". Scorpion Queen is Calypso in "Not Sorry For Loving You".

This got a little away from me - hope you enjoy!

[new-kit-on-the-block]

Miraculous - The watered-down significance of akumatization

(This is an analysis, but it's also a sort of rant. So there's a lot of text underneath the cut. Just a fair warning.)

I have a problem with the way that the latter seasons of Miraculous handle akumatization.

There's a pretty basic rule of thumb when it comes to writing the bigger moments of your story:

If something is a big deal, let it be a big deal.

Seasons 4 and 5 don't always do that.

Let's take a look at what I mean.

These are screenshots of the three separate occasions that characters have broken out of akumatization in seasons 4 and 5.

Take note of who these characters are and their importance (or lack thereof) to the overall plot.

On the one hand, you have Alya and Nino, the two main characters' respective best friends. It's only natural in a show like this for these two to be strong enough to break out of akumatization, it makes the main characters look like they definitely chose their friends right.

And then you have Alix's Redditor conspiracy-theorist older brother.

Why is he one of the big three who managed such a significant feat like this?

It's not like he's been shown to be particularly strong-willed. In fact, one could argue that he's even less so than most other characters due to how much further he fell into the rabbit hole of Lila's manipulation than anyone else.

His gullibility and irrationality are the entire reason he gets akumatized in the first place.

And he doesn't ever play a significant role after this, either. The only other time that he even had so much as a speaking role was the other time he got akumatized way back in season 1 for not being allowed to sacrifice someone to the Egyptian gods.

Now, these aren't the first times that people have fought back against Hawkmoth while being akumatized. But they are the first times that they've successfully broken out.

Pixelator questioned Hawkmoth's authority over him, and in response, Hawkmoth did something with his hand that started causing physical pain to Pixelator, reinstating his control over his akuma.

The only other time an akuma victim fought back was Robustus, which was a special case because he rebelled against Hawkmoth by using the specific abilities that were granted to him.

Neither of them even tried to escape akumatization.

Akumatization has always been set up as something powerful. Something that takes the worst parts of you and amplifies them to the point of no longer being capable of rational thought.

We never end up questioning why people don't try to resist akumatization if they know that they might end up hurting people. We already know the answer. It's because they can't.

Even Ms. Bustier, possibly the character who hated akumatization the most at the time, couldn't avoid becoming akumatized despite her best efforts.

So three separate people breaking free from their akumatization should imply that Gabriel's control over his victims is getting weaker, which would be a very big deal.

But nothing is ever done with that. After Alix's brother, nobody ever broke out of akumatization again. The ability to do so is used as nothing more than a plot device in these few episodes.

Another thing is that, if anything, Gabriel's grasp over his victims' emotional state should be even stronger.

His akumas are canonically more powerful than before, to make the lucky charms that Ladybug hands out stop working against him.

If bigger and more powerful akumas don't make his hold on people even stronger than before, then the entire arc of Ladybug realizing that she can create charms to prevent people from being akumatized more than once, and Hawkmoth's counter-arc of nullifying her efforts by simply creating bigger akumas was all just a complete waste of time.

After Guiltrip, I assumed that they were building up to Rose being able to break out of akumatization through her naturally positive nature alone, and then they would have an arc of her teaching others how to do the same.

Suffice to say, neither of those things happened.

Rose's "inner voice" that she's apparently had in her head this entire time doesn't serve any actual purpose other than to make her worthy of the pig miraculous.

To be clear: I don't have any issues with Rose's invisible illness never being mentioned at any point before Guiltrip. That's the entire point of an invisible illness.

My point is that Rose's ability to break free from negative emotion-based mind control is an extremely important ability that was never even so much as hinted at before or even brought up again any time after Guiltrip.

So, once again, it's just an extremely important one-off ability that doesn't matter and doesn't affect the stakes whatsoever.

These seasons keep throwing moments at us that should be very big deals but are never treated as such.

Now let's compare all of this to an actually good akumatization-related scene.

When Chloe successfully rejected akumatization.

When this happened, it was huge, and it felt like it too.

Not just because of how impressive the feat itself was, but also because of where Chloe was in her character arc.

Chloe was under the impression that Ladybug might never let her be Queen Bee again. Full stop.

She had potentially permanently lost a privilege that really mattered to her, Lila was starting to get inside her head, and she was becoming mean to Sabrina again.

By all accounts, Chloe should've been in the stage of her arc where she started to revert back to her old self. The old Chloe would've accepted Hawkmoth's words without a second thought.

If this was the conventional Zuko-style arc that so many writers try and fail to replicate, this would've been the scene where it seems like she may not actually get redeemed, and would fall back on old patterns of hers. Which is an interesting enough arc on its own.

But we instead have a girl who doesn't have any way of truly knowing better, has no good role models, and is close only to people who enable her worst behaviors. And she chooses to be good.

Her worst fears are starting to come true, nobody seems to have any care or respect for her, and a smarter and more experienced grown man is using all of these negative emotions against her to mind control her. And she still chooses to trust the process and work to gain back Ladybug's trust. Exactly like Ladybug told her to.

The one time she was given really good advice, it stuck with her.

This is the moment that flat-out confirms that Chloe can be redeemed, and actively wants to be better.

Not only did she not get akumatized, she almost made it look easy.

But the show still makes it perfectly clear that this wasn't an easy feat by any means.

She was visibly exhausted and scared after the akuma left, breathing heavily like she almost just drowned.

But the important part is that she did it. She didn't get akumatized. And she is shown to be rightfully proud of this fact.

It's also interesting to note that no other character has ever broken out of akumatization, mid-akumatization.

In the seasons to come, several people would be breaking out of akumatization after they had already been akumatized. But Chloe is the first, and only, person to reject akumatization before it even took hold.

That's how you give a moment like this the emotional weight that it deserves, by letting it stand on its own and not bombarding your audience with the same scene played out by several other characters.

Chloe was the only one to do this, and that shows that she could bring something special to the team if she actually got the chance to be a heroine again. It makes us consider the possibility that her stubborn and argumentative nature might actually end up being a silver lining. She can still be herself while saving people. In her own way.

She can be a hero. She can become a better person. And she doesn't have to change a thing about herself.

It would be a really nice message to send.

Which just makes it all the more disappointing when it doesn't amount to anything.

If the point of her character was that she could've been better, but became worse instead, that would've made for an interesting sort of tragedy.

But that's not what it is. I know that's not what the writers intended because if that were the case, then Ladybug would've probably had some lines about how much potential Chloe had, and how well she was doing before she went back to her old self.

We don't get any of that. What we get instead is the show and characters acting like Chloe was always as bad as she is in seasons 4 and 5.

She never actually liked Adrien. She was never kind to her father or Sabrina. She never wanted to get better.

And that's just not true.

Sorry, the main point of this post was to showcase the difference between important moments that were given the appropriate emotional weight, and those that weren't. But I just went off on a bit of a tangent there.

God. Even when this show gets something right, it gets like ten other things wrong.

Anyway, TDLR: If you want a moment to be significant, let it be significant. Let it make big changes that actually matter. Don't be a coward who's too afraid to change the hierarchy of your story in any kind of way that matters.

If you want a moment to have an impact on your audience, give it time to breathe on its own, and don't repeat it for at least a little while after.

And for God's sake, if an ability is a big deal, then don't let some unimportant side character that no one cares about also have that ability. It just makes it seem like it's not.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Discipline

Series masterlist Part three Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave. Warnings: SMUT!!! (because what else am I gonna write??) DEGRADATION. Squirting. Dacryphilia (in case you don't know, it's arousal from—in this series—tears). A little bit of praise. Jake using your body. Again, DEGRADATION because he fr treats you like a whore. Fear play, maybe? Creampie ;) Dub-con. And, uh, SLIGHT SPOILER: light aftercare :) Did I already mention Jake treats you like a fucking toy? Cuz he does. Sorry for any errors! This wasn't proofread, only pure inspiration from watching Avatar 1 for the millionth time and Raye's song Escapism.

It's late at night and you're surrounded by the wilderness, your eyes focused on a creature as it wanders through the foliage not far from where you stand. Your bow is at the ready, your eyes making an effort to see in the dark even though the bioluminescent plants all around you aid with the lighting.

"Focus on it," Jake whispers in your ear. This is his new technique to teach you: training in the dark, under the cover of night, when you hunt and are being hunted.

"It's good practice," Jake had told you, but he had every intention of using his nights as an excuse to fuck you both during the day and after eclipse.

"Watch it carefully," Jake said, eyes trailing over your delicate fingers as you grasped onto your bow, on your flattened ears, on your swishing tail. "Shoot when you're sure you won't miss," he instructs.

Moments later, he hears your arrow whistling through the air, and he hears the animal as it cries out, the sound drowned as the arrow finishes piercing its heart and kills it, right on the spot.

"There we go," Jake hums, content. "Your aim's getting better," he comments, but he knows it's only because he's not touching you while you attempt to focus.

"Should we take it back to the Hometree?" you ask, nodding at the creature.

Jake smirks, raising an eyebrow. "What d'you propose we do instead?" he asks, even though he already knows.

You smile coyly before lowering yourself to your knees, your big eyes staring into his as you lift your hands to his loincloth.

You are not surprised when you remove the item to find that Jake's cock is hard and wet with precum; he's always hard when he's around you, even if he hasn't done anything but watch you.

Your fingers trace the underside of his cock, drawing over the veins and stripes on the sensitive skin, your mouth watering at the feel of him, thick and heavy in your hand.

Jake groans lowly, grabbing your hair in his hand, tugging at it softly. "Atta girl," he praises. "I love how much of a slut you are, girl. Love how desperate you are to have my cock in any of your holes."

You can feel your arousal gathering within you, dripping down your thighs as you lick over the head of his cock, tracing the tip, drawing little circles on it before slowly taking him deep.

Jake watches you from above, his eyes mesmerized by the way your plump lips stretch around his thick cock, how your eyes water the deeper he goes, how you try to fight your gag reflex as he touches the back of your throat. He loves it when you cry, loves it when you're scared, loves it when you're so overcome with pleasure, that you can't do anything but beg him to stop.

Jake has the incessant urge to fuck your mouth, to bruise the back of your throat, to see you sob as he uses your lips, but he decides not to. He decides he'll let you give him head however you want, and if you do a good job, he'll reward you.

"You gonna let me come in your mouth, girl?" he asks, even though he's aware that it's what you want. "You gonna let me fill up your mouth and then your greedy cunt?"

You hum and nod softly, swirling your tongue around his girth. You suck in your cheeks, feeling the way he twitches as you do.

"Fuck," Jake groans, watching you, little pricks of pleasure tickling across his skin. "My good slut."

You moan against him, the sound of him calling you his anything makes you wetter.

And Jake can tell.

He raises an eyebrow, half-curious, and asks, "You like that? You like the idea 'f being my slut?"

You whine, giving Jake your wordless yes, and he chuckles. "Yeah, I shoulda known. You don't only like being a slut, but you like being mine, girl. You like that I put you in your place, and you like that I'm fucking mean about it, don't you."

You mewl, bobbing your head on his cock, licking and sucking, your pussy throbbing to have him inside you.

"Yeah, you could be a slut, just a common whore for any guy that comes 'round. But you're mine now," he hisses as you squeeze his balls, your spit coating them. "You're mine, and you won't ever be anyone else's. You belong to me. My slut. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. Your tits are mine. Your cunt is mine. Mine, you hear me, girl?"

You whine again, gagging on his cock, tears trailing down your cheeks. Jake groans. He wants to make you cry. He wants to fuck you while you sob. He wants to make you beg for his mercy, and then deprive you of it.

"You're fuckin' disgusting," he tells you through clenched teeth. "My cumslut."

You slide one of your hands under your loincloth, hastily pushing it aside before rubbing on your desperate clit. Jake watches you, studying the way you touch herself; that, combined with the way you look up at him as you suck his cock, makes his orgasm rush to the surface.

"Fuuuuuck, 'm gonna fill you up," he groans. "Gonna mark you as mine. My personal fucktoy. My slut." He inhales sharply as he reaches the edge. "You fuckin' whore."

His cock twitches, his load spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue and your throat and the inside of your cheeks. Jake's fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging you closer as he pushes himself deeper down your throat, groaning and gasping, his eyes rolling back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Fuck, I love those lips, baby," he hisses as he pulls out of you. He grabs himself by the base, slapping his cock against your lips and your cheeks. "Open up, I wanna see my cum in you."

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and showing him his load. Jake grins. "Yeah, s'good, isn't it? Swallow, baby."

Obediently, you swallow his come, your cunt still pulsating, your body alight with desire.

"Yeah, y'did good, girl," he admits. "Did real good. And for that, you get a reward. C'mere."

He kneels on the ground in front of you and pulls you to him, pulling you onto his lap. He rests your legs on either side of one of his huge thighs as he kisses you, his tongue trailing over your lips, his canines biting into your plush lower lip.

Jake's large, rough hands hold onto your hips, and he begins rocking you back and forth, against the muscle of his thigh, allowing your slick to coat over his skin as your clit rubs against his thigh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, throwing your head back, exposing your throat to his mouth. He licks a stripe over your pulse, dragging his teeth across your skin before biting down, making you gasp. He sucks on the spot harshly, knowing it'll give you a hickey, hoping everyone will see it in the morning.

"Fuck yourself, yeah?" he says, guiding your hips. "If you do it well, I'll give my cock. If you don't, I'll have to spank you again, brat."

"Mhmm," you hum, nodding as you rub yourself against his thigh. "I'll be good," you promise, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I'll be good, sir."

He chuckles lowly, feeling your arousal drip against his skin, his cock beginning to harden again. "You'll do anything for my cock, won't ya, whore?"

You nod mindlessly, moaning softly.

He slaps your thigh sharply, sending a shiver of pain through you, making you gasp. "Use words, girl," he orders. "Y'know I like to hear you."

Your pussy clenches around nothing. "Yes, sir. I'll do anything for your cock."

"Much better," he says, his hands caressing up your waist, sliding under your beaded top, playing with your nipples. He watches your face as he leans down to your chest, licking your breasts, nibbling on them harshly, squeezing them harder than necessary.

You gasp, the sensations growing taut in your lower stomach, making you jerk as the pressure increases. You whine, body trembling slightly as the pleasure grows.

"Already?" Jake questions, chuckling. "We're barely starting, girl, and you're already gonna come on me?"

You shake your head. ""m-'m tryin' not to," you mumble, hips not ceasing their movements.

"Don't come yet," Jake orders.

You mewl, "I wanna—fuck!"

"I know you wanna," Jake tells you mockingly, his teeth biting across your jaw. "But you're not goin' to, y'hear me? Otherwise I can't fuck you. And I want to stick it in you, girl. You hear? If you misbehave and I can't fuck you, I'll find someone else to help me."

It's not true, of course. Jake knows it's not true; he won't go out and look for someone else because, although he could, he doesn't want to. He likes fucking you, likes the challenge, likes knowing that he's the only one who can get you to bend to his will.

But the threat has you biting your lower lip, fighting your orgasm, keeping the pleasure at bay. Jake smirks at himself. You're such a slut for him, and that's what gets him. He loves how you know that if it's not him, it won't be anyone else.

"When—ah—when can I come, sir?" you ask, voice wavering as your moans interrupt you.

"When I say so," he answers, chuckling darkly when you whine in complaint.

One of Jake's hands slithers down to your clit, adding pressure against it, rubbing circles on it, making you whine and gasp, your nails dragging against his shoulders.

"Think you can squirt for me, girl?" he questions.

You moan softly. "I-I need it inside me."

Jake slides his middle and ring fingers into you without warning, making you groan, and he allows his thumb to fall against your clit. "New deal, kid. If you squirt f'r me, I'll fuck ya, yeah?"

You nod. "Yes, sir. Yes."

Jake curls his fingers up against that spongey spot inside of you that has you jerking, ensuring to be patient as he touches you, starting out slow and gradually speeding up.

"Jake," you beg, voice high-pitched and uneven. "Jake, I-I can't 'nymore. 's too much. Please."

He tsks. "You want my cock, don't ya?"

"Mhmm."

"Then take it. I don't care if it's too much," he tells you. "You're a whore and a brat, only for me to use. Y'understand that? I decide when you've had too much."

And he is true to his word. He makes you come once, twice, three times on his fingers, and he keeps going, seeing how far you can go.

"Jake, please!" you whine, tears falling from your face and staining your cheeks. "Too much!"

"You gotta squirt, girl," he retaliates, licking your neck. "I won't stop until you squirt."

You don't know if you can do it. You're seeing stars, your ears are ringing, your body is shaking, and you're on the verge of passing out.

But then you feel it, another orgasm, rushing toward you, ready to wreck over your body. And even as it builds, you can tell this one's different; stronger, faster, more intense.

Jake can tell you're close. He can feel the way you clench around him, and he can see the way your eyes flutter shut.

"C'mon, girl," he urges. "Squirt for me."

Your orgasm approaches, pushes you to the edge, and suddenly you're falling again, rattled by another one, your body growing limp. And then it happens. A bout of your juices gushes, soaking over Jake's arm and torso and thigh, and it drips down your legs.

"Goddamn," Jake groans, feeling your slick coating his skin, his cock quivering in excitement. "That's what I'm talkin' about."

He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before lowering your weak frame to the ground.

"Are y'gonna fuck me?" you ask, breathless.

Grinning, he flips you over until you're on all fours and he's kneeling behind you. "I told you you'd get cock if you were good, didn't I, girl?" he says. "I'm a man of my word, baby. You don't gotta worry 'bout that."

Jake pushes your thighs apart and forces your back to arch so that he can see your puffy cunt, soaked and desperate for him. He uses his fingers to spread your folds and watches how wet you are, how you clench around nothing.

You're wet enough that Jake's cock, for all its length and girth, slides in with ease, the tip finding your cervix without meeting much resistance. "So fuckin' tight, g'damn."

He doesn't give you time to adjust; he's ruthless in the way his hips smack into yours, how the thrusts into you, truly using your body and not caring about much else.

Your nails dig into the ground, filling with soil, as Jake pounds you. His cock bruises your insides, his groans filling your ears as you hiss, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so rough, so fucking amazing at this...He knows just how to make you think of nothing, how to fuck you dumb. You love it.

You whine, your back arching like a cat's, thighs trembling. Jake's balls slap against your sensitive folds with each thrust, his hands clutching onto your hips as he uses your cunt.

"Fuck, I could get used t' this, girl," he grunts, pushing you down, forcing your face against the ground. "Used to this pussy 'round my cock, used to you cryin' f'r me."

"Please," you whimper, trying to bounce your hips against Jake's, attempting to match his rhythm. "Please, sir—come in me."

Jake chuckles through a low moan. "Y'want me to fill ya up?"

"Mhm! Yes!" you gasp in response.

"Wanna go back to bed full 'f my come? Huh, slut?"

"Mmm! Yes, sir! Please!" you beg.

Jake keeps fucking you, ensuring to be rough with each thrust, making sure he fills you to the brim each time, makes sure he stretches your cunt to the shape of his fat cock. You wanted him to fill you? He'd fill you, alright. He'd come in you as many times as he pleased, making sure that his cum would drip out of you as you walked back to the Hometree. He would make sure to leave you unable to walk, make sure to be as harsh with you as he could. And he was determined to make you come until you were a blubbering, sobbing mess because, fuck, he loves the way you look and sound when you cry.

As your body trembles and your pussy clenches, Jake realizes you're on the verge of another orgasm, so he keeps his thrusts steady and deep, dragging your pleasure out.

"Y'gonna come for me again," he orders. "You're gonna come f'r me until I decide you've done well enough for me to fill your pussy with my cum, y'hear me?"

You nod, desperate, as your orgasm grows within you. "Y-yes, sir. Ah, yes, please."

Jake finds that he likes how pathetic you are. He likes how willing you are to give up everything else just for his cock, for him to be mean to you, for him to use you like the whore you are. And it makes him ravenous.

"Slut," he groans, slipping one hand under your body to find and play with your clit.

When you feel his calloused fingers on your clit, you moan, the pleasure coiling tightly low in your stomach, feeling like ropes knotting around each other, threatening to tear you in half.

"There!" you gasp, your entire body quivering. "Right there! Fuck! Fuck me! Jake–sir, please!"

You're so tight around him, so good for him, so perfect for him to fuck. How is he not going to take his anger out on you? All that hatred he had towards your effortless belonging in the clan, all of the ire that it caused him, he can fuck out of himself; out of his system and right into your puffy cunt.

Jake feels the way you come around him, feels your arousal drip out of you and down his balls, to the ground. "That's it, girl," he hums. "All over my cock."

You shudder, your body falling limp even though Jake keeps thrusting, his hips crashing into you.

"N-no," you gasp, trying to move away from him even though you can barely keep yourself up. "Too much! 's too—Sir, please, no!"

"Shut up," Jake growls. "Take it. You wanted this, now take it."

You mewl but stop complaining, allowing the pleasure to overcome you and wreck you, make your body shake and shudder, your nerves going into a tumultuous mess.

Jake can feel your cunt, hot and swollen, around his cock. He continues to bask in the feeling, enjoying how your muscles suck him in, how you whine and how your back bends. He's cruel, chuckling darkly as he feels your body shaking, as he sees tears start to fall down your cheeks, your face red from too much pleasure and from crying.

It makes him harder, turns him on to see you struggle to handle his cock. It's something to do with how helpless you are in front of him and his will. He can do anything to you, and you, like the whore you are, would let him; and not only can he get away with anything he does to you, you'll beg him for it. You beg for him to disrespect you, to treat you like nothing but an object, and he loves how shameless you are about it; how you get pleasure from it.

Before long, you're tightening around him once more, sobbing through the pleasure, your face against the floor.

"Again?" Jake asks, mocking you, and he hisses when you clench around him. "Mhmm, figures. Such a whore."

"J-Jake, please!" you cry, body weak and pliable, nothing but a rag doll for Jake to toss around after each use.

"Go on," he says. "No one's stopping you from coming, girl."

It's not what you were going to beg for. You were going to beg him to stop even though you don't really want him to. You don't want this to be over; you just want a little break to breathe before continuing the mind-blowing sex.

"Please," you whine, unsure if you want him to go harder or to stop. "Please..."

"Sluts don't get anything unless they ask using full sentences," Jake tells you.

"Jake, please, I—Fuck me harder. Please, Jake!" you manage, your voice wavering as you sob.

"Much better," Jake allows as he increases his strength, his cock pounding your cervix each time, making you cry out, your stomach bulging from his long, girthy cock.

You come again, squirting once more all over Jake and all over yourself, making him groan as his own orgasm crawls closer.

Your body falls against the ground, boneless, your hips against Jake's only because he's holding you up.

You try to push him away, placing a hand on his forearm, a futile attempt at begging him to ease up his pace. He pushes your hand away.

"'m almost done, girl," he grunts. "You can take it. I know y'can."

You shake your head weakly, the pleasure too much, the orgasms too many, your body too sensitive, the pain and ecstasy blurring together and making your field of vision go black around the edges.

You're sobbing, tears and spit staining your face, your delicate skin flushed and shiny with sweat. He loves seeing you this weak for him, this vulnerable, this useless...

"God—fuck!" Jake groans as his cock stiffens and twitches inside of you, his orgasm finally crashing over him, making him shudder and grunt. His thrusts grow sloppy, the sound of his hips smacking against yours stopping as he slows his pace. His come shoots inside of you, coating your inner walls, painting your insides, dripping out of your stuffed cunt and down your thighs.

Jake stays where he is, gasping for breath for a moment, before pulling out of you. He leans back on his haunches and watches his come drip out of you, admires how puffy and sore your cunt is.

"Goddamn," he groans, satisfied and content.

You sit up with effort, still sobbing, and wipe the dirt and tears off your face hastily.

Something within Jake flinches at the sight.

Maybe I was too harsh, he thinks as he approaches you. He grabs you by the wrists, gently, and you flinch.

"Shh, it's okay," he coos, pulling you toward him. He pulls you onto his lap, his eyes studying over your body, finding all the bruises he left on you. "It's okay." He carefully cleans the dirt and tears from your face, ensuring to be as gentle as he can.

Then, he softly kisses your neck in all the red spots that have been left from his bites, and he massages your hips where the shape of his hands were imprinted from his harsh grip on them.

"'m sorry if I was too rough," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. "But you still did so well f'r me, baby. You were so good, y'know? The best I've ever had. You took my cock s' well. You perfect little thing."

You allow yourself to fall into his embrace, allow him to hold and coo you, allow him to caress the pain from all the sore spots he left on your body. And if he keeps you in his arms for longer than necessary, you don't say anything. And if you let him hold you for longer than necessary, he doesn't say anything.

By the time you finally return to the village, the creature you hunted is long since cold. But if anyone notices that instead of noticing how willing you are to behave around the others, they don't mention it.

And if they see the way Jake is now looking at you as you eat with the others, they don't mention that either.

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