#is it just to see his partner in all his violent glory or to get easy blood supply?

[until-another-one-comes]

Teutates goes out to annihilate humans with his guitar-axe and hammer and guns blazing and brings Yog with him who perches on his shoulder in his tiny bat form.

Random human about to be killed: PLEASE SPARE ME- wait what is that (points to Yog)

Teutates: This is my emotional support vampire

Yog: >:]

[wrath-of-achilleus]

Please make a full character analysis of Patroklos because I just LOVE how you yap about him and I need to know more of your view on him

omg my first ask 🥹 thank you so much for this question I adore patroklos and any day I get to yap about him is a good day!

one of the most fascinating aspects of patroklos’ character is the fact that in books 16 onwards, he begins to act as an essential stand-in for achilleus. he wears achilleus’ armor, leads achilleus’ people, and goes to war to get kleos for achilleus (not for himself, and he’s the only hero in the iliad to commit acts of war for someone else’s glory). when he dies, we see someone in the armor of achilleus die (and this is really important, because in the iliad, we don’t actually see the death of achilleus despite it constantly alluded to, and despite the narrative basically leading to it).

in the lament for patroklos, thetis rises from the depths of the sea and laments him with the other nereids. his funeral games are also really posh for someone who’s not royalty. basically what I’m saying is that the mourning we see for him in the iliad is actually the mourning that we don’t end up textually seeing for achilleus. this also makes a lot of sense because patroklos’ death is the reason why achilleus rejoins the fight, knowing that this will lead to his death. so essentially patroklos’ death is both a metaphor for the eventual mortal death of achilleus and literally shows a very important part of achilleus dying with him.

the symbolism around his death is important to understanding his character because when achilleus loses patroklos, we see him lose his humanity — showing that patroklos WAS his humanity. he was a mirror of achilleus and a part of achilleus and a partner (wife) of achilleus all rolled in one.

I’ve already made a post about how patroklos was a symbol for domesticity for achilleus. because of his gender, he wasn’t actually able to just be achilleus’ ‘wife,’ he also had to fight. and so when we do see him fight, we see him being a stand-in for achilleus and dying almost immediately (within the book itself), and this is used to show us the loss of achilleus’ humanity.

this is further cemented by the fact that, when achilleus is distanced from his community, i.e. the rest of the greek commanders and armies, after The Quarrel, patroklos remains his only tether to them, and to civilisation in general (hence him grossly perverting funeral customs by desecrating hektor’s corpse after patroklos’ death).

interestingly though, patroklos’ death is also what reunites him with these values of civilisation and community. it’s when he goes to help the greeks recover patroklos’ body that he first reconciles with them (“his companions wept as they stood around him. on swift feet achilles ran to join them, shedding tears to see his loyal friend…” 18.287). and later on, when priam comes to ask for hektor’s body, one of the most important scenes in that book (and in the iliad as a whole) is of priam and achilleus both weeping over their respective losses, hektor and patroklos respectively. it’s this unity in grief that convinces achilleus to see priam in a new light, and finally brings him back to his humanity.

so basically patroklos’ character encapsulates one of the most beautiful paradoxes of the iliad, and of achilleus himself — the capacity for incredible violence and incredibly gentleness. he is one of the most domestic characters in the iliad (he cooks for achilleus in book 9, achilleus remembers his cooking in book 19, briseis laments his kindness to her, menelaus laments his kindness and gentleness to all his friends), but his death is both preceded (through his own actions in war) and succeeded (through achilleus’ reactionary massacre) by the most violence we see in the iliad. he is a symbol of domesticity, and also a symbol of the consequences of the violent uprooting of this domesticity. he is one of the most complex characters in the iliad, second to maybe achilleus himself.

[thequeer07puss]

On Hera and Zeus’s marriage: a rant

I’ve seen a lot people get mad at Zeus because his application of marriage in mythology is a bit more flexible than what we’re used to, while misunderstanding the theological and cultural realities that surround it

The Native Hera and the Foreign Zeus

Long ago, before what is now known as the Greek pantheon was a thing, the Greeks worshipped the goddess now known as Hera, and she was their main goddess. Some time later, another group of people, recognisable as derived from Proto-Indo-European descent through their worship of a sky father (Zeus), either conquered or merged with the existing culture of the time.

These two groups, to avoid too violent of a clash while merging, made their patron deities spouses to make the transition more smooth for everyone, effectively breaking the Proto-Indo-European pattern of sky god-earth goddess duos, while still being present to a lesser extent in the form Demeter’s brief marriage with Zeus.

Divine marriage

Now, we all know Zeus in his myths was quite a womaniser, both because of his function as an All-Father, and as his function as the representation of Ancient Greek patriarchal society where men could have as many extramarital affairs and women could not. Note the fact that this was completely allowed and accepted in Ancient Greece, and that other male deities with known spouses still slept around without their wives getting angry (eg Poseidon and Dionysus).

Why is that so? One could simply dismiss this by saying that Hera is just “being jealous”, but the answer is deeper than the surface level.

The marriage of Zeus and Hera is meant to be egalitarian, meaning that they occupy the same position and receive the same amount of honour in Olympian society, and Hera, as defender and mistress of Olympus, has to constantly check whether or not there is a breach of that egalitarian semi-open marriage or an attack on her honours as both queen of the gods and equal partner of Zeus.

Now, Hera is well-known for her fury against Zeus’s mistresses, and while this may seem funny/tragic to people, it’s not rlly ALL of them that had that treatment. The only ones of Zeus’s mistresses (that I know of) that received any kind of attack from Hera were Leto, Alcmene and Semele. (This ill reputation of Hera as a jealous wife might mostly be due to Heracles, but we’ll get back to him later)

Leto and Semele

Leto was one of Zeus’s previous wives before Hera came in power, and she conceived her children, Apollo and Artemis after Zeus and Hera got married (UPG). Semele was a mortal princess from a very important family line, who Zeus took a liking to and came down to often, even swearing to her on the river Styx to give her anything she wanted. This could tickle Hera the wrong way for 2 reasons: Leto, a previous queen, and Semele, a mortal, may have started to feel proud of Zeus’s special attention, and that their children (Apollo & Artemis, and Dionysus respectively) were destined to eventually enter her home due to them being very important. The first point could just be a reminder of Hera’s supremacy as Queen of Heaven, and sends a clear message: “Just because the King gives you special favours doesn’t mean you are above, or better than me”.

The trials that face Heracles, Apollon and Dionysus (ie madness followed by redemption, Python, and a period of madness respectively) could therefore be tests to prove their worth and proof that Zeus did not waste his time and energy making children unfit to integrate the Olympian family without some pushback. Zeus famously spent 3 days conceiving Heracles, whose famous fate at the hands of Hera could be seen as trials in her honour, as evidenced by his name which means “the glory of Hera”. When he ascends to Olympus, he even goes as far as marrying Hera’s daughter, Hebe.

Conclusion

Hera is not a jealous wife, and her marriage with Zeus is certainly not dysfunctional. They love each other deeply (see: the foundation myth of the Daidala festival) and their relationship is certainly not something to be questioned or made fun of. Honouring Hera properly means honouring Zeus, and vice-versa.

On that note, I wish you all a happy Theogamia.

[crackedhrglass]

i was asked another question on my strawpage that i felt needed a meta to properly explain my feelings, so i'm putting it here. i apologize if it gets rambly and isn't entirely coherent lol.

ford, to me, is selfish, blinded by his own obsession with global recognition, and morally questionable at times (moreso than stan) but not an outright bad person.

i think he's an overall good person with an extremely skewed worldview. he's def not bad compared to people like gideon, preston northwest, or even his own dad, but his motivations are morally ambiguous and he tends to put his own selfish obsession with global recognition, fame, and glory over the feelings and safety of those closest to him.

an argument could be made that much of his behavior can be attributed to trauma and his upbringing (his deformity, his relationship with filbrick, his social ineptitude, his fallout with stan, his violent physical & psychological abuse at the hands of bill, his experiences while dimension-hopping), though that by no means excuses it, nor is it justified. in fact, i think fans who aggressively defend ford's objectively toxic and selfish behavior with "he's been through a lot!! he's traumatized!" do his character arc a huge disservice.

ford wasnt just a scientist that was obsessed with answers for the sheer sake of knowledge and betterment of humanity—he specifically wanted to be PRAISED and officially recognized for his findings, he wanted to be added to history books, he wanted people to know HE was the one who made those discoveries, which is what makes his treatment of fiddleford during their partnership so abhorrent IMO.

he refused to destroy the portal (despite nearly losing his friend and lab partner to it) and likewise refused to simply burn/destroy his journals, both instances bc of his own stubborn pride, not bc of some noble desire to benefit mankind (or save someone ELSE, like in stan's case for restarting the portal).

whether intentional or not, he projected his own feelings and relationship with stan so harshly onto dipper that he was the indirect catalyst for their fallout in DAMVTF.

ford did more than simply offer dipper an apprentice position. he planted the seed in dipper's mind that mabel was suffocating and holding him back (despite barely knowing them or their unique relationship), because that's how he viewed stan.

he didnt just suspect that there may be potential fallout between them, he fully anticipated it, yet still thought he was doing dipper a favor by driving a wedge between them. he couldnt see past his own bitterness towards stan and ended up pressuring an impressionable 12-year-old to make a life-changing decision, one that also drove mabel right into bill's trap.

the lesson ford was meant to learn at the end of weirdmageddon was that he is NOT the selfless, noble hero he always envisioned himself as. he was a closed-off, arrogant loner who let his delusional perception of himself and who he wanted to be push everyone who mattered away and make it easy for bill to use him for his own evil purposes. ford was so stuck in this headspace that he needed a literal apocalypse and losing the one person who never stopped loving him unconditionally for him to finally pull his head out of his ass and change.

stan was the hero ford always imagined he was destined to be.

yet, despite ALL of this, there was a repressed part of him buried deeep, DEEEEP down that still held stan and their childhood close to his chest throughout his entire life. he wrote about stan in his journal constantly, he wrote that he missed him in college using their bro code (meaning he didnt want fidds to know about stan and he wrote it solely for himself), he saved a polaroid of stan in his journal and memorized his business phone number, and of course, he kept that childhood photo LITERALLY next to his heart throughout all his travels.

this is more headcanon-ish than actual canon, but i feel like ford felt angry at himself for never being able to fully leave stan behind, despite how much he "wanted" to, or how much he believed he SHOULD'VE wanted to. after all, stan was the one who sabatoged ford's future. he's the one who ruined everything between them, yet here ford was, still missing him and having second thoughts about shutting him out of his life, which only made him want to shut stan out even more.

his father and principal instilled in him that stan was a worthless fuck-up that only rode his coattails and held him back.

bill, his muse, the sun in his galaxy, tried to convince him to forget about stan and their past.

and ford tried.

but he couldn't.

even at his most resentful, even when he was fighting god-knows-what in multiple dimensions for THIRTY YEARS, he never let go of that photo. and i think that alone speaks volumes about his character.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Name ever oc ever

kenna fiacre -- our local main character, he's a bit of an odd fellow, no? that's because it is genuinely his first time here. good luck to this poor bastard who does not know he is the epicenter of Everything. stress cooks near constantly

aren dominic -- tired neighbor to our dear mc, she is the local bartender and assigned chaperone of the dumbass TM. insists that all problems can be solved if you just sit back and refuse to participate (a bit useless advice if you're already involved)

lucy dominic -- aren's much more easygoing wife, has had an ao3 account for at least a decade, wonderful mediator and tender of even the fussiest of plants. gives good advice on how to handle personal feelings but chickens out of confrontation

aki shoko -- resident tuberculosis creature. would rather not be a plague creature, tends to believe they are quite ugly and unseemly looking and yearns to be colorful and beautiful like a lisa frank creation, currently trying to weasel their way out of a terrible deal

mavros mortuus -- death in the (not) flesh. the only constants in life are death and taxes and let's just say she works in finances too. the landlady who is legally not allowed to interfere in the story but she has her loopholes

mori amarok -- the "mortician" but really he's more or less a stand in for the last mortician who vanished under mysterious circumstances. has a hawaiian dad shirt collection and is your grandma's favorite guest at the dinner table

roan achreios -- gets uglier every time I draw him, ill tempered and can't seem to find a hobby worth doing. so far the only things that appeal to him are ancient rome and folk tales about shit in the woods that will kill you. can't smile without looking like he's in pain

avery ivanov -- god's most silent soldier. likes photography and embroidery. will play the piano violently when he is mad at you. extremely light sensitive. insists that he can function solo but is not immune to kenna's pot roast on his doorstep

ferox silva -- the tentative partner of avery, and by tentative I mean that avery isn't sure how to handle dating either. a ray of sunshine who enjoys music and travel. adventurous and unabashedly delighted by life

ada voyy -- kenna's sister of sorts. has a day job as a hairdresser and kills people by night. can make a mean charcuterie board and has a weird liking for men she can argue with as long as they are constructive about it, her temper is her compass in life

bianca rozeta -- the receptionist who sees everything and more. some part of her is still trapped many many years in the past but surely moving across the country will put her mind to rest, won't it? the candies on her desk are so good she keeps eating them all

chrona voyy -- terribly anxious and soft spoken, she promises she is trying her best, please believe her, it's her first time here too. yearns to one day host an alice in wonderland style of tea party in the woods with her friends

myrrh sola -- decided that being a star was boring after so long and that surely trying a round of life on earth would be more interesting. has discovered the glory of tater tots and a shitload of weed. the only reason she is working is to afford a beanbag

irah-elizabeth gray -- went to college to spite her dad, dangerously good with a hunting knife and a shotgun. do not EVER beef with her while in the woods she knows how to hunt you better than cougars do

emilie camillia -- exchange student rooming with jays, communicates mostly through tarot card readings and always smells perfumed even in the most dire of circumstances. always "knows a place" somehow

ryker kaze -- was convinced to try earth by myrrh. might be regretting that decision due to how annoying she thinks everyone is. knows a load of good restaurants due to her exploration and is the only one brave enough to try the weirdest thing on the menu

isabella briar -- sweetheart with no sense of self preservation. always wants to look cute no matter what the weather is and has a decent following on various social medias due to her delightful aura and makeup tutorials. has a weakness for shitty men

inasina jays -- getting a degree in engineering mostly to justify his hobby of disassembling everything in reach. dreams of one day of entering the robot wars arena. has a massive soft spot for goofy goofy romance anime and will argue sub vs dub no matter the day

delilah oliveria -- runs a half decent soundcloud account and is trying to build an audience so she can do some underground DJing. doesn't want a music degree but is kind of lost in what else to do with life

tara jackson -- the token well adjusted individual of the friend group. has started a band and wants to make that her career against all odds. was a theater kid growing up and this means to this day she can still sing most songs from legally blonde

grace ward -- the other theater kid and the other half to tara's band. depressed but somehow pure anger keeps her functioning. runs a tumblr askblog with a TV head persona. loves music but her parents keep pushing her drop it for a more "professional" degree

narsenna lee -- is the therapist friend for everyone around her but secretly has a deep seated hatred for everyone's problems. into the occult and obscure manga, hates people but hates being alone more. knows a startling amount of serial killer facts

hebe poppy -- the light in narsenna's life who helps curb her desire to be a little hater 24/7. met narsenna through blogging about sanrio lore and has an bucket list for various sweets and pastries she wants to try. likes learning languages in her free time

lonicera acanthus -- life in the (not) flesh. also isn't allowed to move the storyline around but prefers not to use her loophole to get around that rule despite how much she wrings her hands about the outcomes of things. lives in a greenhouse

ezekiel -- has died and will likely die again for erotic reasons. has a MASSIVE knife collection and likes listening to loud violent music. adverse to sleeping but he's practically wired all the time so putting him to bed wouldn't do much anyways

erasmus -- is slowly but surely reviving rococo fashion via his unparalleled influence in the club. has received many many love letters but has yet to answer back any of them. has a special interest in fetishes and knows every term under the sun

jen -- the head of the house, acts begrudging about it but would probably explode on impact if anyone else were to try and do it. hasn't slept normally in 6 years. makes the world's most organized spreadsheets that are color coded and everything

morgan -- has a deep passion for decomposing into the soil. likes reminiscing and steeping in music for hours upon hours. has a stack of unread books they promise they'll read at some point. considers their occupation to be "hermit"

kei -- the baby of the house who paradoxically is older than all of them. spends a lot of time exploring alone, likes seeing what people hide away in all the nooks and crannies of their homes. can be called back to her family via offering of banana bread

sirius -- probably used to be more normal at one point but has since given up his degree (read expelled) in favor of doing shady shit in his basement. he legally doesn't own his house but nobody needs to know that. his favorite organ is the kidney

beißend -- hosts a cryptid in his scrawny little body and that thang has kept him alive and fresh looking for quite a few decades now. has 6 different burner phones but only one of them is for talking to the hoes (ezekiel), has run manic panic dry of purple hair dye

basil -- used to be sirius's classmate and remained friends with him even after he got expelled. they meet up sometimes to get drunk and wander around downtown. has a fondness for plants and is trying to take up knitting in order to make his own sweaters

asimov -- used to be an artisan in his time and never really gave up that trade, is mostly just glad that even centuries later people still like custom made jewelry. hates the fact that he has a social security number and wishes to go back to his wanderer days

damien -- older than you think he is and is none too happy to meet you in his woods. he means no malice though and will guide you out if you are lost. used to be human once, he thinks, but that part of him has long since faded away. good with a violin

asou ginger -- the epitome of a cowardly lion. very large but is scared of everything. has an impeccable sense of direction and mostly wants to be left alone so he can continue building his collections of records. always missing a button on his shirts

adrirenne mady -- not her real name but her parents didn't care about her much enough to name her. ill tempered but can be bargained with gum or cigarettes to be a little nicer. hasn't figured out yet that the bible is used for religion and isn't just a weird book

choeyra wells -- cultivator of koi fish and various plants that thrive off her water. has been lonely for a very very long time but won't admit that to anyone. really good with cards and cheats on occasion not because she wants to win but rather just for fun

sei avardius -- currently on the run, from what? she won't tell. has a liking for fine fabrics and booze and has elected herself as the local bard. good with an accordion and is fond of the performing arts. is all talk until she actually has to confront someone

loch orre -- runs that shady gas station you always seen on the side of the road when you're way out rural. still hung up on a girl who no longer resides on this earth. is collecting old gaming consoles and has unparalleled aura in bars

lia clark -- used to be human once but has long since shed that mortal form of hers. has a heart that wont give up but alas that soft heart of hers has been tied to something that won't let go no matter how much it hurts. likes small birds and sweet music

neile st thomas -- a kind boy, certainly too kind for his own good. wants to believe in an ideal world but has since been taken apart into so many pieces he has forgotten that quest of his. likes sweets and clothes with lace on the edges

aeshia gardener -- banned from gas stations. always has matches on hand. was the star of her track and field team but did not get along with the other girls. fond of setting things on fire and fps games. likes soda that should be legally classified as a biohazard

dorian gardener -- bisexual but gets no bitches. shooting for a tech major but can't get out of his own way long enough to apply for colleges. frequently vents to a child because he has no friends besides the younger brother of his situationship

emmett gray -- the poor boy who has to listen to that guy yap. very softspoken and doesn't understand the social circles his classmates have built so he prefers to spend time with the plants instead. deeply loves films and wants to collect as many as he can

kolli greene -- prone to biting people and eating things she shouldn't. hasn't spent much time around people so her idea of social etiquette is a hot disaster. loves things that glow and her favorite texture is those rubber bouncy balls from cheap machines

kari rowen -- has seen way too much for the amount of time she's been alive for. prone to not sleeping due to the things she sees in her dreams. the black goggles she wears are not a fashion statement she is trying to stop seeing the fucked up shit

lelle addams -- one of the only two friends that kari keeps. likes journaling and writing short stories. good with his hands and likes to work clay in his spare time. distant on first meeting but is a laugh riot when you get close to him. star enthusiast

fox hollander -- the author's stand in

[moonlightkitkat]

I’m just imagining the Destiny trio going to Camp Half Blood and all of the gods INSTANTLY fighting over who gets to “claim” who. Because these three kids have SO MUCH glory already. So here’s my headcanons of who’s fighting over who and why.

Sora:

Poseidon: I think it’s clear that this one’s mine! He turns into a dolphin boy after all!

Morpheus: not so fast.

Poseidon: Are you really going to try and take him from me?

Morpheus: he has clear ties to the dreaming realm, which means I do have some claim to him.

Poseidon: he turns into a /merman/.

Morpheus: which is nice. But can he travel to different worlds in his fish form?

Poseidon: DOLPHIN.

Morpheus: uh huh.

Hypnos: he did sleep for an entire year-

Morpheus: he did! Once!! You know what he’s done several times? DREAM ENTIRE WORLDS AND VISIT OTHER PEOPLE’S DREAMS.

Aphrodite: He also has ties to people’s hearts, therefore he should be mine 💕

Poseidon: nuh uh.

Aphrodite: plus have you seen the love triangle? His love for his friends is his entire motivation, and he uses the bonds of love for his friends to create entire pathways to new worlds! He’s mine 🥰

Morpheus: I’ll share him. He has ties through dreams AND his heart.

Aphrodite: oh? And what’s it called when he goes into thsi dream world?

Morpheus: ….

Aphrodite: go on. Say it.

Morpheus: Dive to the Heart…

Aphrodite: see!

Morpheus: …

Morpheus: *claims him anyways*

Riku:

Aphrodite: mine :)

Eris: I believe im more suited for him.

Aphrodite: mine :)

Eris: he had conflicts with his friend and was even willing to kill him.

Ares: murder? 👀

Eris: he didn’t start a war.

Ares: questionable

Eris: how so?

Ares: he lead an army of heartless to ravage the worlds

Eris: that was his mentor

Ares: Ah! But he was given control over them! Making him a general.

Eris: still not a war.

Ares: he was violent

Eris: He had /conflicts/

Aphrodite: and those conflict’s source was his love for his partners :)

Eris: they aren’t dating

Aphrodite: they will :)

Ares: *backs down out of respect for his love cause clearly Eris isn’t gonna win*.

Kairi:

Apollo: MINE.

Persephone: NUH UH. BACK OFF.

Apollo: She’s literally made of pure light she’s MINE.

Iris: In that case she’s mines

Apollo: eXCUSE ME??

Persephone: you’re excused 🙃

Apollo: Go to Tartarus

Persephone: ?

Apollo: yeah yeah can’t use that phrase with you. She’s still mine.

Iris: is she made of sunshine? No. She’s made of ✨light✨, which is MY department.

Apollo: you’re the goddess of rainbows-

Iris: which is the entire spectrum of light!!

Persephone: she has flower motifs!! And has died several times! That’s MY domain!

Apollo: You’re claiming her because she has FLOWERS on her sword?

Kairi: keyblade-

Apollo: DONT interrupt me kid the gods are talking.

Iris: look! You’re ALREADY neglecting and avoiding her!

Persephone: you’re out of the race

Iris: agreed. Now Persephone shall we split custody?

Persephone: I’m already split between seasons and realms I’m not splitting my share of the Princess child.

Iris: Ah. We do this the hard way then.

Aether: if we speak of light, my chances far outshine yours little goddess.

Iris:… well she had those interactions with that girl Olette-

Persephone: you aren’t the goddess of gays just because they adopted your symbol

Iris: *pitifully joins Apollo*

Aether: so as a child of light-

Persephone: she’s died over and over again. Back off :)

[ciaossu-imagines]

So happy be see this blog active again! If you’re still doing the request memes can I ask for K, N, and W for Yamamoto Takeshi for the nsfw one?

And I'm so happy to be active again! Thank you so much for the sweet compliment and for sending in the request. I am still doing this meme and I hope you'll enjoy; as always, smut under the cut!

K(ink): one or more of their kinks

Okay, I feel horrible because this is probably going to come off as incredibly shamey and rude towards this lovely anon, but I've answered this question for Yamamoto so many times over the years, in so many ways, that getting asked about his kinks is something I could happily live without for the rest of my days as a writer…and again, anon dear, it's nothing wrong with what you asked and I'm not upset at you for asking it, I've just answered it so much that I can't come up with much new for it and feel horrible and guilty because a lot of this is going to be repetitive or samey, I worry, for anyone whose been following my writing for any length of time and has read prior nsfw headcanons for Yamamoto.

Anyway, let me start by reiterating that Yamamoto is very open sexually speaking, to exploring and trying new things. He likes to experiment and takes the view of, in everything, you won't know if you like something unless you give it a try. So he's more than willing to indulge his lover's kinks and explore both his and their sexuality and boundaries and likes and dislikes. At the best, it will end up resulting in fun and pleasure for either him or his partner and at worst, one or both of them has learned that something just isn't for them.

Yamamoto also grew up in the age of easily available porn and I think he was really exposed to a wide variety of kinks and fetishes because of that, which did form some of his curiosity about trying out multiple things sexually.

However, I will say that Yamamoto's kinks are all almost entirely porn-based. He has few kinks and fetishes that he needs a partner to be willing to do or must have in his own sexual life. A lot of his fantasies he does keep to porn, especially as some of his kinks are not things he would actually want his lovers to experience, such as gangbangs, glory holes, orgies, and creampies.

He's open to anal play, both on himself and a partner. He's open to BDSM and is a switch. He's open to semi-public sex, though he does draw the line at actually being watched or there being more than a 50% chance of him and his partner actually getting caught. He likes the thrill of the risk, but doesn't want the consequences, if that makes sense. Really, there is very little that Yamamoto will not be open to.

N(o): something they wouldn't do, turn-offs, etc.

Which leads us perfectly into this next question. There are a few things that are hard no's for Yamamoto.

Yamamoto does not like sharing his partner. It feels too close to cheating, and I see him very much as someone who is not willing to cheat on his partner, no matter how tempted he might be. It's the ultimate sign of disrespect to him. He might be open to trying a threesome, either with another male or another female, but it would likely be something he experiments with with someone he isn't really all that serious with, or he might be willing to experiment with it if he and his partner were in an agreed-upon and happy polyamorous relationship, but it would be a very, very rare thing, more something to experience once. He's not into watching his partner be with anyone else, so cuckolding and swinging are also very much no's for Yamamoto.

Also very much a hard no is violent or outright degrading sex. He doesn't even need to try it because it instinctively raises a lot of very strong nope type feelings in him. Sex and violence are two opposite ends of the spectrum to him. Even if his partner makes it clear that they are okay with it, he cannot bring himself to engage in something he feels is him actively disrespecting or abusing his partner. It doesn't sit well in his mind and if his mind is unhappy, it is going to be impossible for him to not only enjoy the sex, but physically perform.

Now, the others aren't so much hard no's for Yamamoto as much as they are things he's really not turned on by and that can, in fact, turn him off. Shower sex is actually surprisingly on this list. It's awkward, dangerous, freezing cold for at least one of the partner's and just not as much fun as it looks. He will have tried it but it really goes beyond just not being something for him into an active dislike on his part.

I will say, despite liking some dirty talk and enjoying the sounds and such of a partner, someone who is super vocal, really loud, or an outright screamer in the bedroom? Huge turn-off for Yamamoto as it always pulls him right out of the moment and feels really fake.

W(ildcard): get a random headcanon

Now for the wildcard…Yamamoto is someone who actually gets hornier the more stressed out he gets. When he doesn't have a release for that horniness and sexual frustration, he just gets more energy than usual, almost gets the zoomies and burns it off through physical activity. It's just a weird quirk with him though, that the more stressed he gets, the higher his libido gets.

[psalacanthea]

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General Content Warning: 21+, marijuana, alcohol, sex (I never post sexually explicit writing without a cut to hide it), blood but not real gore, bones and monsters and bats. Spiders maybe rarely but my friend hates them so I avoid it. I'll talk about what I feel like, and post what I want to.

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Most of my writing is adult writing, for adults. Content warnings are provided in the fics. Don't feel obligated to stay following me just because you read, I post a lot of recipes and random-ass crap, and that's not for everyone.

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I do:

Have an open ask box policy. Its current state is:

every Sunday I do free three card spread tarot drawings through ask, public or private at our mutual discretion.

am currently accepting prompts or requests about OCs, but do not guarantee response

Allow DMs from people who I do not follow, as long as u aren't a dick.

I do not:

Write x Reader or in second person. Please do not send me those prompts, I understand that it's very popular but it's not for me.

Hesitate, bitch. You will be blocked immediately if you act like a fool. My spoons are too low for bs. Treat people in fandom with dignity and kindness, thx.

Currently Writing:

Baldur's Gate 3- Tav x Astarion, Dark Urge x Gortash (and Dark Urge x Abdirak)

Dragon Age- DA:A- Cousland Warden x Nathaniel Howe, Hawke x Varric

In-Progress Fics:

Dissonance and Debauchery: The Drama of an Ill-Fated Bard

Follows the plot of the game Baldur's Gate 3. Tav (Zynatheri Rivati) x Astarion. Zyn is a surface-raised genderfluid Drow bard who habitually hides her own identity with magic. Her past is just as murky as her face, and she clings to her lies with a desperate grip. Much like her friendships, her lovers are all in passing and without an ounce of sentiment. Surely a self-centered, amoral vampire is using her just as much as she's using him, which means Astarion is safe. Right?

Status: On Hiatus

Vampires, Romance, and Other Dead Things

Modern AU of Baldur's Gate 3, vaguely follows Astarion's personal quest. Tav (Zyn) x Astarion. Astarion ends up attacked in the alley outside of Zyn's apartment and she drunkenly rescues him, battered, bloody, and bitten. Neither of them realize that staying the night in her apartment means he's condemning himself to an unlife sleeping on her couch. Zyn isn't thrilled about that, and neither is the vampire that turned Astarion.

Cazador wants his spawn back.

Status: On Hiatus

Belladonna- The Dark Urge

A series of one-shots detailing the past and game story of my Dark Urge. An impulse-riddled, violent murderer hell-bent on appearing untouchable and calm, she dwells within silent halls and is served by a cult of voiceless, cannibalistic maidens tended like flowers in a garden. Belladonna fights the power of her Father not to rebel, but to be capable of fulfilling his Will. For being the flesh of Bhaal is not only a privilege, but a struggle, the constant urge to kill, rend, destroy, and breed nearly antithetical to any real progress.

Orin, her sister, seems not to understand the price, and gleefully indulges all her urges. Enver Gortash, her would-be partner in more than one sense, is no better with his constant tests and suggestions towards rebellion. And then there is the Elder Brain, who whispers in her ear that glory in the end may be hers, so that all the world may see her as a pure, inviolate goddess in her own right.

But she knows that in the end, all things must end in death. Orin, Enver, even the Elder Brain will all die. For she is the Flesh of Bhaal, and although she fights against her Father's gifts, in the end it is all for Him.

Then she gets amnesia. Oops.

Status: Updates Randomly when she forcibly takes over my brain. Chronological status not guaranteed. Next might be a 4 chapter fic. In progress.

Dragon Age

Reforged in Dragon's Fire

Follows the story line of Dragon Age Awakening. After the death of the Archdemon, Phoebe Cousland has been transmuted from the bright, brilliant girl that Nathaniel Howe remembers into something bitter, cold, and hard. Although she's saved his life and made him a Warden, she cannot seem to stop herself from trying to place the crimes of his family upon his shoulders.

Since a young age, everyone knew she was meant to marry Nathaniel's brother Thomas. But the betrayal of war showed his true face, and all of her rage, confusion, and anger has finally found a target in his brother. Nathaniel, for his part, struggles with the revelation of his father's deeds, and the lies his family made him complicit in.

The ghosts of the past must be laid to rest before there is any hope of a future.

Status: On Hiatus Until December. Thanks for your patience! <3

A Sky of Shattered Stars

After five years of running from demons, aided by spirits and rebel gods, Hawke is finally free of the Fade. She's home, back with Varric, but when you're too afraid to sleep and your body has forgotten what reality feels like, recovery is hard. While Hawke fights with her own body and her fear that she'll never truly recover, Varric is dealing with demons of his own.

His unresolved grief haunts them, trapping her in the empty halls of the Viscount's mansion.

But there's a conspiracy in the streets of Kirkwall, whispers of the Viscount's misdeeds. They say he lies, that he uses the dead Champion's name to cover his own grasping for power-- laughable, Hawke knows, but infuriating. How dare they use her to hurt Varric?

Status: Updating, finishing the space between Inquisition and Veilguard

[phantom-does-a-thing]

will. bestie. i have a question thats been in my head for days but i keep forgetting to ask.

whats the flesh dimension and how bad should i be to get sent there. please. i wanna go to the flesh dimension

ok so I feel like the flesh dimension bit has way more context than it actually should. And that context went on in like a million paragraphs so I'm gonna put it under a cut bc it got so incredibly long. There is a lot of backstory behind the flesh dimension part and what's funny is there could be about 2 or 3 contexts behind this that I could explain. I always seem to come back to different flesh dimensions, but bc ik ur referring to what my discord status has been I will explain why it is that

Basically the other day my partner was streaming for me a new game that they had bought for 7 dollars bc they had seen some screenshots of the game and thought it was interesting. Song of Saya. It's an insanely weird and slightly disturbing Japanese (I believe it is from Japan iirc) visual novel that if it tells you anything I think RIGHT off the bat it gave you the option to turn the gore graphics off or adjust how bad you want the gore. And because I am evil evil evil, I told my partner not to turn the gore off at all.

Anyway. This Game. is So gory. It's awful, it's like so gross and I wish I got to see it in all it's glory but I was stuck seeing it through the few pixels that a discord stream allows me to see. Anyway the basic plot of the game that I understood (bc my partner only played like two hours of it for me before I had to go) is that this dude got into an accident and received an experimental brain surgery or some sort of neurological surgery/treatment. This guy is also a medical student, I hate the main protagonist tbh and Saya who is NOT the main protaganist but she is also there and I also hate her. The plot of this game is insane.

Anyway, the surgery messed up this dudes brain so horribly that now he is stuck in a nightmare flesh hellscape, what me and my partner have dubbed the "flesh dimension" So every person that this dude talks to all his previous friends and anyone he knows is transformed into these disgusting fleshy blobs of gore and viscera as well as everything is literally COVERED in gore and organs and flesh and by covered I mean things have now become gore. It affects all of his senses so smell, taste, hearing, sight, touch, he is essentially in every single way but literal (even though it is real to him) he is in a flesh dimension. And obviously because hes in a flesh dimension he starts to become a real prick bc all his friends just see him from the outside perspective and he is rapidly fighting every urge to like freak out and just explode.

So yeah, he became a prick bc of the flesh dimension or whatever and so yeah, he's a naughty boy that gets put in the flesh dimension. He also like VIOLENTLY rejected his friends love confession and just like threw in her face how much he hated her how much her voice and appearance made him sick (bc flesh world stuff) and how he couldn't stand being by any of them. Which yeah.

Saya is also the only "human" being that he can see. so she just looks like a normal person to him and he met her in the hospital when he was recovering and she now lives with him and eats people but he doesn't know that. He also can eat people and they actually taste GOOD for once bc everything else in the flesh world tastes disgusting. Me and my partner assume that she is actually the flesh monster that looks normal to him bc he's in the flesh world.

it's a super interesting game and a super interesting plot and like. I would put screenshots but like THATS how gross and gory it is at least from what I could see from my bad quality discord stream that I was lovingly subjected to. It's also a really weird game style bc its like not really a game you're just watching the entire thing, it's just a visual novel there's no choices or decisions you're just playing through the story, you have no affect on it. So it's a really weird game system that I feel like I've never seen before, but yeah, it's super interesting and I really like it. No idea where my partner got it from tho so idk where to play it.

me and my partner are matching statuses btw

Some notable quotes that really solidify the watching experience: "you have to go to a taylor swift concert in the flesh dimension" "Maybe the flesh dimension is a trans allegory" "his pathetic flesh world swag has bewitched her in body and soul" "dont cry it just makes you uglier" (I cant remember if I was quoting the game but I did say this and scared my partner bc they thought I meant that towards them) "Secret nurse? shes like twelve and also a flesh monster" So to answer your question: you have to get experimental nerurosurgery and or just be a general massive prick to your friends to get sent to the flesh dimension. Or hmu for more options to get sent to the Flesh World dw about the cost

[skelebonecentral]

Imposter Syndrome

request from ao3

eclipse, while still hiding in sun's body, experiences adoration and praise for the first time. but it's stolen glory, isnt' it?

words under cut

Well, here he was. Alone with the human that was besotted with Sun.

“what do you see when you look at me?” he asked, still using Sun’s voice rather than his own. He wanted to know what possible good they could find in the anxious, weak mess that was Sun.

They blushed, aw, how saccharine. “Uh…w-well, I…Sun, I think you’re wonderful. I can see how hard you try, how patient you are with Moon, how much you sacrifice your own wellbeing to care for others…it’s worrying, but I know you’re coming from a good place with it.”

“Really?” Eclipse acted the part, wide eyed and curious tone, “What if I told you that it was all to make people like me? To force a narrative that I’m the good one even if I have the same violent thoughts as Moon does?”

That…didn’t have the impact he wanted. The human just blinked and said, “Sun, I hate to tell you this, but everyone has violent thoughts now and again. I’ve wanted to punch Moon in the face a lot but I don’t because I can control myself. Thinking a thought isn’t the same as acting on it.”

Eclipse didn’t want to hear that, “So basically even if my inner dialogue was about how disgusting everybody is and how stupid I think they’re acting, it’s fine?”

“It’s not hurting anybody for you to think that, even if I do worry that you’re so upset with the world. Sun, maybe we should have some kind of staff therapist or something. I think you’d benefit.”

He laughed, but he had to control it because they noticed something was up.

“Sun, are you okay? This is really weird behavior from you.” They actually took his hand, and Eclipse faltered. Even with all he’d just said, all the other slips he’d done in front of this person, they were stupid enough to look with concern. They either really loved Sun or had no self preservation. He chose the second option for his assumption.

“I just don’t think I’m really the person you think I am,” he teased the truth, but knew they’d take it another way from the ‘sad’ tone he used.

“I’m willing to learn…Sun, I think you need to hear this now.” They blushed again, all the way to their ears this time as they held his hand, “Sun, I want to be your partner. I know it’s a stressful time, but…I’ve had feelings for you for a while and I just want to let you know  you aren’t alone.”

He wanted to push them away, make them lose the feelings they had for his captor, the annoy little wretch, but…he also wanted to see how far this would go.

“You want to date ME?” He acted shocked, then changed tact, “Well, can you show me? How much you want me?”

Their whole body started warming up, he could see it on his sensors, but the agreed with a nod and pulled ‘Sun’ toward the tower. Oh he was going to LOVE lording this over Sun.

“I never expected you to be so forward but…I-I do want to you to know how much I care so…I’ll take good care of you.”

He didn’t want to admit what that loving look did to him. He knew it wasn’t for him, it was for Sun, but…but he wanted it anyway. God he hated that Sun got to have looks like that and be oblivious from his own neurosis.

Taking him to Sun’s room, they laid him down on the bed and stroked his face…Sun’s face. “You look irritated. What’s wrong?”

“I’m just wondering why I get this kind of attention and not other people,” it was getting harder to keep Sun’s voice.

“Because I see you, all that you’ve ever shown me, even the parts you didn’t want me to see. Like just now,” their hands slid down his chest and stomach and it made him arch, “you’re angry and don’t feel like you deserve what I want to give. But you do. No matter how bad the thoughts you’ve had, or the pain you’ve been through, you still deserve to be loved.”

They were still talking to Sun, but…he couldn’t just ignore those words when they’d hit something so deep in his soul.

“P-please keep saying that,” he begged in Sun’s reedy register, feeling it more appropriate than his own growl would have been.

“Of course, sweetheart,” they smiled so softly, making the rage and hurt in his chest well up into his eyes. Why could they not be looking at him instead? He wanted them to say this to HIM and not Sun. “Actions speak louder than words. Your actions toward me have always been considerate,” their hands slowly pulled down the jester pants and exposed the modesty hatch, which was a hair’s breadth from opening from how much Eclipse wanted to feel their touch. “and you’re worth my actions now. You are always worth loving. Always.”

The tears spilled out and the hatch opened, tendril writhing in the sudden chill of the air and petals dripping.

“Can you say that with me, hon?” their hand wrapped around his tendril and stroked gently up and down, “That you’re worth loving?”

“I…” he swallowed, having almost slipped with his voice, “I’m worth loving…”

“That’s my good boy,” they cooed, and his tendril squeezed around their arm as they kept stroking it, “Now do you want me to undress or just take care of you like this?”

“J-just like this. Please don’t stop.” Well, there went his voice a bit, and they tilted their head.

“heh, your voice gets deep when you’re running hot, huh?” they giggled and kept moving, making him gasp and grip the sheets, “It’s very sexy, though. I don’t mind.”

Oh god they’d just complimented his voice. HIS voice. “G-good…mmnn, can’t stop it now.”

“That’s fine, sweetie. You’re still my good boy. Is it okay if I touch your pussy?” their words were so warm and sweet, he just wanted to drink them.

“Please do,” Eclipse hated that he was begging but his brain was not home at the moment. He was being led around by what felt good and he just wanted to feel MORE of them doting on him.

Their smile was so bright, he focused on it and let his mouth hang open, soft moans starting as their fingers went in.

“You’re so handsome when you’re moan for me, love,” they murmured and he arched his back with a gasp as they found the tender spot inside him, “Right there, huh? Okay, thank you for telling me how you can. You’re so open for me, I love you so much.”

He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, just crying and gasping and writhing as they pleasured him in both places, utterly lost in the sensations and how desperately he wanted their eyes to keep looking into his.

“I want you to just let yourself go as soon as you want. I’m showing you how much I care about you, and that means you get everything you need.”

That alone got him over the edge and spurting all over their hands and his stomach, whimpering as he choked on his voice.

“There we go. Aren’t you so good for me?” They leaned up and kissed him, very gently and loving. Eclipse just hummed needily into it. “Now, let me clean us up and we can cuddle.”

Nodding, he lay there and watched them. Their every move was motivated by tenderness, whispering praises for letting them take care of him, for being so still while they cleaned and not taking over, for giving them the chance to love him.

When they were both clean, the human snuggled into the bed next to him and hugged him tight. “Let’s rest, Sunshine. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The little nickname hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course…well, the tears were already flowing, why not let them go again? Eclipse held them close and let the body enter sleep mode, because even if he wasn’t in control when it woke up, he wouldn’t want to be. He’d be keeping these memories on loop, over and over…because for a few precious seconds, he was loved.

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

VWOOP can you tell me about serens story 👀

HI I would love to tell you about my little guy…

So. First of all, he is from minecraft :3. He is very meta about Minecraft, bc well. I like this sort of a framing :]. And uses a lot of headcanons about the Minecraft multiverse and servers and how the game is structured. Out of universe, this kind of translates to being a wannabe modder. 

He goes through three stages of life basically. He hangs out around a traditional server that devolves into violent conflict, in the way that servers sometimes do. Enough horrors happen that he just escapes. He does not identify a life before this. I don’t have a full cast for here yet but he does know a foil to himself named Requiem, and a meek redstoner with a mech-type. It’s supposed to be like a mid-sized SMP, and I think he held some sort of power before it devolved into The Horrors. (The supporting characters don’t come up again to him, though Req exists sort of like . As an allegory to him. In my brain.)

So, he dips. Without knowing what else to do, he becomes an adventurer traveling from server to server. Mechanically like a Wandering Trader. I have a servers in general headcanon that most servers can be left either though proper server navigation via communicator/portals/what have you, or you can walk far enough with the intention to leave and then end up in the realm of singleplayer and LAN worlds. You can return to your own singleplayer world/s easily through VIbes, but finding the same small servers/LAN worlds over and over on foot is difficult. He is primarily traveling on foot. He passes through a lot of servers and does not like what he sees at all, a lot of them devolving into similar senseless violence that happened to himself and his friends. He’s especially bothered by roleplay canonicity that goes beyond the regular mechanics Of Minecraft, like death/ghosts or giving power to random things in the world (like the Crimson Egg, HC Big Moon, stuff like that). He tries to learn more about the world through his adventuring, going beyond just being a trader of sorts to go on an Uncovering Secrets of the Universe quest. He starts to follow the research of other people who’ve done so, and basically ends up in modded minecraft.

It’s worth noting that at this point in his life, he’s also a smug little fool. He’s into the glory and the adrenaline of adventuring. He wants to go dungeoncrawling and almost die. This is fun and epic and he’s showing off.

Notably, in his modded adventurers, he picks up a questionably-implemented little creature. It’s some sort of unofficial cobblemon expansion with more Minecraft themed forms, like Nether and End themed. It’s incredibly experimental and he’d never come across worlds with it again. He names an ender wooper Vwoop and they’re his little companion, because adventuring is nice, but sort of lonely, and you can bucket them like an axolotl so its convenient. One day they start talking. He does not know enough about cobblemon to dispute this, but it can hold a weapon, so they’re adventuring partners now…?

And adventuring partners they are. They’re having a nice time. They’re some of the adventurers ever, even. Seren does the heavy lifting, but Vwoop is also here. Seren is forming new hypothesises about the world based on what he’s seeing. He’s come to some conclusions about the will of players shaping the world. (Vwoop asserts this isn’t that bad of a thing – he started talking to Vwoop like a person, and Vwoop became a person, in the style of mob NPCs/kids. Is that so bad?). Regardless, they are out here having a generally nice time. Showing off. Discovering things, pawning off rare items, having near-death experiences. Seren’s not afraid of his near-death experiences, he’s a confident respawner, but he is a bit nervous for Vwoop, considering they ARE just some creature.

Until he gets his own canon horrors! They’re exploring. They come across a dungeon. Cion lives here, and is NOT a fan of adventurers who believe that they can just do whatever they want. He was hibernating. Cion is significantly OP at this state in time, as he is actively cheating, and attacks the two. He’s easy on Vwoop, since they seem just to be going along with Seren, but leave Seren with a pretty bad withered scar on his shoulder where Cion claws him. You are not supposed to get scars in Minecraft. Seren dislikes this wholeheartedly. He respawns later on (Cion lets them go, he just wants to make a point) and it is still there. 

Seren writes this off as a skill issue. He got scared and let getting hurt mean something to him. He would not do it again. He solidifies his conspiracy theory of canonicity. He doesn’t have any real desire to settle down, so it’s not hard to try to keep his identity insular and not really latch on to anything hard enough that it would impact him. And this is his adventurer arc.

Somehow, Vwoop gets isekaid. I. I don’t know this part. I think Cion is involved again, but it’s not necessarily purposeful. Regardless, they are separated, and nobody likes this. Seren gets his emo arc. He tries to use what he’s learned about modding, and how some people were able to alter the universe, to somehow translate this to necromancy. To bring back his little guy. To do this he also settles down into a very small LAN world, and essentially gets super depressed. 

He is not very good at necromancy. (Vwoop is, also, not even dead! He doesn’t know this though). Instead, he creates another creature, which he also calls Vwoop. As it’s sort of a clone, he just presumes that it has memory loss for the first little while. He was also wholeheartedly not intending to be a parent. He doesn’t know how to be a parent. Honestly I’m not entirely sure how to title their relationship ooc, Vwoop considers him to be its sibling and Seren does not label it at all. However, he does have to raise it, because it has fully not seen the world before. And he does so very poorly. They live above a small shop set up for other travelers and trade modded items that he’d collected in his adventuring days, which he considers to be over. Instead he spends his time doing totally ethical science to try to crack modding, getting very into the idea of being able to control the physical world himself. Especially as his paranoia of the horrors of self-destructing server communities grow. He wants to be more than just a player and not be subject to such things. Enforcing his belief is proximity to the aforementioned cheater, Cion, as they basically become neighbours, and this kind of spirals.

They stay in a small community mostly comprised of people coming and going, and also Cion, much to Seren’s displeasure. Cion enjoys poking around in his personal life. Seren’s not doing great. He can muster customer service, and that’s pretty much it. Vwoop is increasingly aware about the nature of its existence, how depressed Seren is that it’s not *the* Vwoop, and also that it longs to explore for itself. While he trades modded items, it trades books, collecting accounts of other players’ experiences and stories and mythologies about other worlds. This drives them further apart, because it absolutely embodies Seren’s fears about the corrosiveness of servers. Eventually things come to a head with Vwoop figuring out more and more of his totally ethical science, and other creatures that he’s made and disposed of in the process of trying to perfect Vwoop. Eventually it makes the decision that it needs to live for itself, after they get into a fight (a physical one, on account of... Vwoop.). So it leaves quietly one night. (... after stealing his identity. It swipes his communicator on the way out.)

He does not know what to do now.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

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SFW🌿

⭑ You’re the older sister of both Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen. 

⭑ If the world wasn’t so sexist, you would have the Iron Throne. But the world is cruel, and your ancestors ... well they royally f*cked up. 

⭑ And Viserys was adamant that the Iron Throne was his. 

⭑ All you could think about was getting your family settled and building up the Targaryen name once again. Creating its former glory. 

⭑ So you stuck with Viserys, and in particular, Dany. You knew what he planned for her, and it hurt you. So many nights you pled for her to be spared. That he could form alliances some other way. 

⭑ But alas, he was a violent and ruthless man. 

⭑ And you endured it. For your name and for your sister. 

⭑ You have a gift that appeared when you were younger. The feelings of others were easy to read. You could tell when someone was angry, even if they were smiling. And you could tell when someone was hateful, happy, sad, or empty. 

⭑ And when Dany got rid of Viserys, you were glad. 

⭑ The years went by and you constantly told Dany that you did not want the throne. 

⭑ Over and over again everyone said that you are the rightful heir, but being a conquerer, a queen, a ruler ... you did not want it. You just wanted your family. 

⭑ Somehow you were taken from Dany - a hostage sister would make her do anything to get you back

⭑ And she did

⭑ But it was Jaime Lannister who had snatched you, gagged you and threw you onto a horse 

⭑ You hated Jaime when you first met him; he was arrogant and proud. Well, all Lannisters were. 

⭑ He was too invested in Cersei to see any other woman in a romantic light. 

⭑ And most of all, you hated that he took you from your sister. 

⭑ There was an ache in your heart that grew with each day you were apart from her 

⭑ And Jaime could see that 

⭑ He felt awful about what he was doing. But he was the Kingsguard and having the natural heir to the Iron Throne would further the Lannister rule 

⭑ But something happened 

⭑ On the road, you fell sick. It was terrible, and you couldn’t even stand on your own, so traveling was out of the question. 

⭑ So you stayed at an Inn, and you know what? There as only one available room ... with one bed. 

⭑ You looked at Jaime and rolled your eyes. 

⭑ “You can’t be serious,” you grumbled as Jaime shrugged his shoulders and helped you up the stairs 

⭑ “I just want to lay down,” you whined to him. Not caring if you sounded like a child. Your head had hurt so badly that any noise or bright light felt like you had been thrown from a building. 

⭑ “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” Jaime muttered back.

⭑ And he did. 

⭑ You were always kept warm, a cloth mopped the sweat from your forehead and neck. 

⭑ He fed you soup, and made you drink water

⭑ Jaime nursed you back to health

⭑ And it wasn’t all that bad ... 

⭑ He told you about his childhood, about his brother and sister. Why he killed the King too. 

⭑ You grew close with him, and his heart changed

⭑ He took you back to Dany, but in retaliation she imprisoned him

⭑ And it took a lot of begging to even get to see him 

⭑ “Jaime, it’s okay. I’ll get you out.” 

⭑ So you brought him his meals, and sat with him as long as you could 

⭑ And Dany saw how much you cared about him 

⭑ So she gave him his freedom ... 

⭑ But he didn’t leave 

⭑ Being his partner means you have someone who will always protect you 

⭑ He wants you to feel safe with him

⭑ Dany doesn’t like the relationship; she sees him as a threat and as someone who could betray her at any moment 

⭑ But Jaime would never do that. He loves you too much. 

⭑ You’re so different from Cersei; authentic, honest, caring, good-hearted

⭑ You genuinely want a family, not just children, but to find other Targaryens and unite them with each other, with you, with Dany. 

⭑ Yes, you have your own dragon

⭑ Dany gifted you Rhaegal and the two of you bonded instantly. You remembered your oldest brother briefly, and yet, it felt as if a hole was in your heart because of his death. 

⭑ Rhaegal flew over mountains, cities, oceans, to find you. 

⭑ He was so upset when you were taken by Jaime, that he let out a gutteral and heart wrenching cry. 

⭑ Dany did her best to consol him

⭑ And as soon as you saw him, you cried

⭑ He nudged his head into you, and you swore you could hear him purr. 

⭑ Jaime didn’t want to go near him at first. He was scared (not that he would admit it), and he felt awful that he took you away from Rhaegal. 

⭑ But Jaime saw how much you adored your dragon, and he always wants to watch you as you climb onto the big dragon and soar off. 

Relationship Tropes

 ✧ Rebel Princess x Rebel Prince

 ✧ “Shut Up” x “Make Me”

 ✧ Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

  NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Jaime likes it when you ride him; his hard cock pushed deep inside your sopping wet sex. Your hips rocking back and forth, up and down, as Jaime’s hands grip your hips. 

⭑ He eats pussy like his life depends on it. It’s sloppy and messy and you cum loudly. 

⭑ Oh and he would definitely eat ass - like this man has no shame

⭑ And I bet he likes his ass being eaten as well

⭑ Would definitely be up for threesomes/orgies etc. Especially when he’s fucking someone else, and you have your ass in the air, being pounded into. His eyes not leaving your own, a sly grin on his face. 

⭑ Both of you fight for dominance; it’s like a dance between you. He pushes you onto the bed, wriggling your pants down and climbing onto of you. And you let him think he has you, until you flip him over and pin him down. 

⭑ He does like marking you - biting you, hickies, and on some occasions...bruises

⭑ He doesn’t care who walks in on you and risky sex is very hot to him 

⭑ Jaime loves pulling you hair and slapping your ass

⭑ And the thought of him fucking you while on the throne makes him so erect, that it hurts not to be inside you. 

⭑ Aftercare is him asking if you wanted a wash or a cuddle. And whatever you desire; he does. 

[scarlvtbitch]

Worth everything

summary: fem!reader is scared when bucky’s life is in danger...twice

gif credit: @captaincentenarian

It had all happened so fast. Bucky in the eye of danger. You couldn’t even process what was going on.

“Bucky!” Two flag smashers were on you, normally you would be able to take down to men but usually said men didn’t obtain super soldier strength.

Bucky dropped everything he was doing to look your way. Seeing you in danger was something that motivated him to say the least. He gave the guy he was fighting one particularly strong punch and grabbed him by the throat with his vibranium arm before pushing the man’s body against the solid ground.

He immediately rushed over to you and helped you knock down the last two. Before you could hug him and thank him, a flag smasher came out of nowhere and gave Bucky a particular hard push, making him fall into a deep pit. The scream that left Bucky’s lips was deafening. You tried grabbing him but failed.

“Bucky!” You rushed to the edge to look down and to your relief, there he was in all his glory looking up at you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Thank god.” You murmured to no one but yourself. Before the flag smasher could sneak up on you, with all the strength you had you picked up a metal pole and knocked him on the head. “That was for my boyfriend, asshole.” Bucky survived the big fall due to his super soldier strength but how on earth were you going to get there with him...

Suddenly the truck with all the hostages was violently met the edge near you. One more push and it would fall to the ground. But it wouldn’t just fall on the ground, it would fall on him.

“Bucky, look out!” But it was too late, the truck was now on its way to the ground. Everything around you stopped. You could only think about Bucky, and the truck on its way to kill him.

Shortly after the vehicle was stopped from meeting the solid ground, you widened your eyes in shock. Then you saw Sam, who was currently holding the truck’s weight with his own strength.

Another sigh of relief escaped your lips. Bucky was okay. He didn’t die. He was there. How the hell did he manage to scare you to death in the span of one minute? You rushed down to the pit, by using some stairs that you made out with the light.

You ran until you were in Bucky’s arms. He let out an ‘oomph’ as you tackled him into a strong hug. His strong arms came around your waist, holding you tightly to him, nuzzling your hair. You were too distracted to realize that tears were streaming down your face. You slightly pulled away from his chest, but still had your arms around each other.

“Don’t you, ever, ever scare me like that again, Bucky!” You hit his chest. He gave you a sad smile and apologized, and then pressed his lips against your forehead.

It was later that night, flag smashers defeated, and your body now aching with bruises. After making sweet, beautiful love, you were now snuggling against Bucky’s chest, tracing patterns on his sweaty toned chest. A tense silence filled the room. After you arrived to the hotel you were staying in for the night, you kissed him passionately. You needed him. After the events that happened before, you had a realization.

Bucky was always putting himself in risk, mostly because you were involved. He always would say “I would protect you with my life” or “I’d die for you if I had to.” But it couldn’t ever come to that. You wouldn’t survive without him. He was your home.

“If you die, U would die that very same day with you.” You softly spoke, breaking the dreadful silence in the room.

“You know that I will always risk my life for you, doll. If it comes down to me or you, I’ll always choose you. Every single time.” he whispered against your hair.

“I know. And I can’t even be mad at you because I would do the same for you too. I would always choose you. How about a deal? Let’s just try not to get in any life or situations from now on.”

“I agree. How about another deal? We’re done with all of this. All the wars, all the fighting aliens or robots, we just don’t do it anymore. And we buy a house, anywhere you want.”

“What?” You raised your head from the position on his chest and untangle yourself from his grasp, wanting to see his face for what he was about to say.

“Yeah, I’ve been, uh, thinking about settling down. just you, me and a peaceful life together until death do us apart.”

“What are you saying?”

“Y/N. i fell in love with you from the moment i laid eyes on you. you’re my...everything. i would be honored if you would be my wife, my best friend, and my partner until the very end. will you marry this old man?” he pulled a ring out of the pocket from the leather jacket that was currently thrown next to the bed. It was small, dainty and so absolutely stunning. It looked like it was destined to be on your finger. “I’m sorry it’s not much-”

“No.” You furiously shook your head with tears falling freely from your eyes. “It’s beautiful. I love it. And I love you.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!” He began grinning but his smile was soon replaced by a gasp when you threw yourself on top of him. Tackling him so hard that you both fell to the ground. He grunted as his back hit the floor but it was all worth it. The woman that was laying on his chest would always be worth everything.

[chickenparm]

*BANG* chickie my love *kicks down door* my light *takes out a bottle of vodka* the butter to my ass *skulls it aggressively* the peanut to my jelly *smashes it on the ground* THE GLORY HOLE TO MY BATHROOM STALL *SOBS VIOLENTLY* THE BRICK TO MY WINDOW I LOVE YO---you get it, carry on. muah *kith on ur lil forehead* *throws up on your shoes*

i love you kiko my favorite souffle.

here is a little bit from the beginning of All That's Left's Pt 6 because i love u

Shortly after you began your apprenticeship with Singed, but long before he claimed you as his daughter, Singed allowed you to come along on a day trip far along the coast.

It wrapped around the city and encroached close enough to the docks of the Undercity that in the distance you could see the boats. It wasn’t often that they came close enough to the gorges for you to view them - just a bit further that way were rocks and rapids considered too treacherous for most crafts to try and navigate through.

Singed didn’t need you here for the negotiations and exchange of payment. Instead, you sat on the outcroppings nearby and watched the ships bob in the water. Back and forth, shifting on the waves and wakes created by other vessels passing by. Some for fishing, some for passengers, a rather large one being loaded with stacks and stacks of boxes. Cargo, perhaps?

There’s something about the motion of them, the way they seemed to always right themselves with their buoyancy after every disturbance that shifts them, and you find it soothing that afternoon as the light glitters on waves that aren’t quite so polluted and water that isn’t a sickly green color. Did the Undercity look like this from the opposite side, where the lights seemed to shine brighter and the colors looked sharper?

Did the residents of that city know what they possessed? What a privilege they held by simply being born in the right place at the right time?

One ship drew closer - it glittered in the high sun, its golden trimmings making the air around it even brighter with its mere presence. There’s no one on board, but someone must be steering it. It glides along further down the coast, in the direction of the rapids that would surely dash such a pretty ship against the rocks.

Someone should do something, say something or call out that they’re steering into danger, but you find the words die in your throat before they ever reach your tongue. A hand curls on your shoulder - Singed, your father… But he isn’t that yet, is he? Not while your hands are much smaller and your limbs feel awkwardly long compared to the size of your body.

When you turn, it is not Singed. He’s nowhere to be seen, as well as his business partner. What greets you is one blue eye, looking at you with welling tears and panic. You know this eye, you know the angular and severe face it belongs to, the damp and matted hair hanging over its match. Reaching out, your hand suddenly familiar once more, you push away the thick and crusted strands.

[ruki--mukami]

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting

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⚠️ NSFW BELOW: 18+ ⚠️

Ah… Today is an important day for Irina. One of the talent agencies has selected her as a runway model for this year’s fashion show downtown. Although, I must say… I don’t enjoy her absence as of late. It’s quite unbecoming. I understand she is busy, and yet perhaps it may be time for some playful discipline to remind her that I’m still both her partner and her master… Prepare yourself.

Endless thoughts and carnally corrupt visions clouded the parched mind of a ‘vengeance’-seeking Ruki as he traveled to the stadium of the marvelous event, arriving an hour before the Owl was scheduled to showcase her luxurious dress in all its satin and bejeweled glory. Thanks to his sharp wit, the Vampire easily infiltrated backstage despite not being a staff member. With the utmost stealth, he remained undetected until he reached the blonde’s dressing room, sneaking inside without a moment’s notice. 

“Well, well, well… Long time no see, Irina. I’ve come to wish you good luck before the event,” he greeted with a sudden embrace and a feigned grin concealing all malicious intent beneath the surface of his most charming smirk. “My, you look utterly enchanting… I could just devour you right here, right now. And you know what,” the Vampire teleported behind her, ice breath frosting along her nape to leave goosebumps in its trail. “I think I will help myself to your exquisite blood and accommodate for the lack of contact recently.”

Gently baring his sharp fangs into the exquisite flesh of her nape, Ruki coiled an arm around Irina’s shapely curves to steady her amidst his violent assault as he cleaved deeper into the sensitive skin, beckoning forth a redolent stream down his throat in sheer bliss. A series of greedy gilps and delighted moans echoed against the shell of her pointed ears, adorned with gold accents as usual, when the sweet life force slowly but surely began to satisfy his ravenous thirst. 

“Ahhh… You taste divine, Irina. I could get used to this.” The arm previously looped around her rose to her chest area, toying with the voluptuous mounds barely hidden behind the gown’s glossy fabric as the other hand snaked around the hem of her dress, immediately finding her dampening undergarments. “Wet already for me? I doappreciate it… How naughty of you to feel this way before your show. It would be humiliating for your fans to see such a lewd face… Imagine how that might feel. Well, they might see if you’re not careful.” 

Momentarily he reached into his pocket to reveal a gyrating vibrator, inserting the toy deep within her folds as he thumbed her weeping pearl in circular motions, using two digits to push the buzzing instrument closer to her most sensitive area, completely enveloped by her tight walls. Meanwhile, his other hand massaged and kneaded her breast around its whole circumference, playing with the hardened bud between slender fingers right around the piercing. Euphonious susurrations resounded from the Vampire upon coating his hand with her arousal, leaving the macabre river from her nape to lick his own fingers clean, the toy still quaking like a ferocious magnitude inside. 

“I want you to walk on the runway with that inside of you. Oh, but not just yet,” said Ruki tauntingly as he pulled out a remote, increasing the setting to a higher intensity. A muffled buzzing noise could be heard as the vibrator shook faster and more viciously than before, even rotating against her contractions. Seeing the look on Irina’s contorted face, he snickered with a glint of sadism in those stormy blue depths. “Hm… Well, we still have a few minutes before it’s your turn. I know just the accessory that will complement your outfit.”

Removing his own tie from around his collar, Ruki snatched the woman’s wrists and bound them in a tight carrick bend behind her back, turning her body towards his after he expertly secured all the unbreakable twists and loops of the smooth, thin fabric in place. 

“If you can make me cum before your show, I’ll remove the vibrator. How does that sound, Irina?” He questioned with a bit of cold humor in his intonation. “Now, on your knees.”

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Psychological Warfare  (A continuation of Super Soldiers)

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“This is enforcement team three, responding to request for assistance at broadcast building nine.”

The enforcer car sped through the well-lit streets like a blade of grass dancing in the wind; swerving between other vehicles and pedestrians almost as if it was liquid curving around a hard surface. The lights from virtual billboards lining the streets each casting another shade of color as enforcer Gavrin hung up his transponder as he rounded another corner and avoided a headlong collision with pedestrians.

“Will you slow down!?”

Gavrin was too focused on the road to respond to his partner’s pleas as they continued to speed towards broadcast building nine.

Jimble had his three hands pressed against the roof of the enforcer car for stability and shot another scornful glare at Gavrin.

“What the flartack has gotten into you, Gavrin?” Jimble said as they hit a speed bump and lurched through the air for a few moments before crashing down to the hard road again. “You’re going to get us both killed!”

“What was the request for assistance?” Gavrin calmly said as he continued weaving through the traffic. Jimble let go of the roof with one of his hands and scratched his head.

“The report said intruders had forced their way into the building.”

Gavrin nodded. “Something that big is going to be noticed by a lot of people, and I want them to know that I was there first.”

“If you were any more of a glory hound you’d be wearing a collar.” Jimble replied. He looked down at the navigation screen showing the layout of the city. “It should be just around this next corner on the right.”

As the enforcer car swung around the sharp corner Gavrin’s eyes went wide and he slammed on the stabilizer brakes. The car screeched and nearly flipped over as the momentum was suddenly killed before Gavrin grabbed Jimble and pulled him over to his side of the interior. The combined weight brought the car back down to the road before coming to a complete standstill.

Jimble lifted himself up slowly trying to regain his senses while Gavrin popped open the side door and stormed off. “No, no; I’m fine.” Jimble groaned as he blinked his eyes several times to clear them up. As he got a good look at his partner in front of the car he gasped.

Surrounding the entire street level entrance to broadcast building nine were several dozen military transports. Jimble looked to either side of the street and saw soldiers lining either side all with their weapons trained on the broadcast building.

“What the flartack is going on?”

As Jimble got out of the car he could see his partner arguing with two soldiers that had stepped forward and barred him from passing.    

“Like flar I will!” Jimble heard his partner shout into the face of the nearest soldier.

“This area is restricted.” The same soldier continued as two additional soldiers broke away from covering the building to stand on either side of Gavrin. “Move along.”

Before Gavrin could let out another outburst Jimble stepped in.

“We are responding to a request from assistance filed from this broadcast building five chrono ticks ago.” Jimble said as he glanced between the visored helmets of the soldiers. Gavrin looked like he was about to shove his way passed the soldiers until Jimble put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He grunted for a moment before Jimble felt his partners muscles relax before Gavrin shook off his hand and went back to the enforcer car.

“And if I’m not mistaken,” Jimble said as he addressed the original soldier his partner had been shouting at “the military does not have jurisdiction outside of military installations and star ports; making this a de-facto enforcer matter.”

“This incident has been reviewed by city officials and was determined to fall under military jurisdiction.” a new voice cut in.

Both enforcers turned to see a sharply dressed military officer approach the group. With a wave of her hand the soldiers dispersed back to their positions leaving them alone.

“Since when?!” Gavrin nearly shouted as he smacked his hands against the hood of enforcer car.

“Since several highly ranked prisoners of war escaped a military base five days ago.” She turned and looked at the broadcast building and for a moment Gavrin could see what almost looked like fear cross her face.

“Why weren’t the enforcers informed of fugitives on the loose?” Gavrin pressed. “We could have found them far faster than you lot.”

“They are not normal fugitives.” was all she said before quickly raising a hand to her ear. She nodded a few times to herself before casting a look around the entire street.

She opened her mouth as if to give an order when an ear shattering static cut through not only her radio but Jimble and Gavrin’s radios as well.

“Good evening, fine citizens of Tivin.”

Jimble looked up to see the virtual ad long that had been for clothing change to static before displaying a new feed. It showed the interior of what appeared to be a broadcast room. There was a broadcast desk, a virtual backdrop of Tivin, and even the stations logo on the front. Yet behind the desk was someone Jimble had never expected to see.

A human…..

The human wore a makeshift cloak across his shoulders along with a bandana over his forehead keeping the strands of black hair out of his eyes.

“Cut the line!” Jimble and Gavrin tore their gaze away from the screen to see the officer shouting into her communicator. Whatever the response was it appeared to displease her as she turned to her waiting forces and shouted “Get in there now!”

The waiting squads of soldiers surged forwards, blowing the doors off the front entrance and rushing inside without a moment’s hesitation.

“My name is Joseph Maker,” the human continued drawing the attention of the trip remaining in the street, “and as you’ve no doubt noticed I’m very much human.”

Joseph waved a hand to something off screen and the camera panned around the room to reveal several other humans standing in the corner of the room. “As are my friends here.” Joseph continued as the camera spun back around to him.

“Your military was kind enough to invite us to your world for a little…chat..and afterwards we felt it only right to see this prime example of society we’ve heard so much about.”

Gavrin felt something strange and turned to see the building behind him. The virtual ad for some food parlor warped and displayed the same transmission of the human at the broadcast station. He watched as one by one the ads lining the streets all began to blink and switch to the same feed.

“They’re using the emergency broadcast system.”

His statement fell on deaf ears as sounds of weapons fire erupted from the broadcast building. Jimble and Gavrin both reached for their side arms and trained them on the entrance expecting something to come rushing out. The windows of the upper floors were flashing with the light of muzzle fire and grenades exploding, several of them shattering from the barrage raining broken glass down on to the below streets.

Gavrin looked up to see a soldier flung through one of the windows as if they were nothing but a rag doll. They screamed the entire way down falling through the air until impacting the ground with a disgusting wet flop of a sound.

“I’ve learned so much about your culture these last few days.” The human calling themselves Joseph continued. “For instance, your media appears to block any mention of the war effort what so ever.”

Joseph stood up and began walking across to the other side of the room and as the camera followed him Jimble and Gavrin let out a horrid gasp. Curled up in the corner was the broadcast stations staff, bound with cabling.

Joseph knelt down to one of them and removed their gag. “Tell me, mr…” he waited several seconds before his hostage caught on that he was waiting for him to respond. “Kavik.” They said as their voice reeked with fear. “Mr Kavik, thank you.” Joseph continued as he placed his arm around Kavik. “What do you know about the war between our two peoples; hmm?”  

Kavik looked confused and scared, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. “That..” he began to speak, “that we are winning.”

To Gavrin’s surprise, rather than showing anger the human laughed and patted Kavik on the back.

“What a patriotic answer!” Joseph smiled as he continued patting Kavik on the back. “I’m sure it will be perfect on your tombstone.”

Before Kavik could react Joseph had grabbed his head with both hands and violently twisted. In an instant Kavik’s neck had snapped and his head was now facing the wrong direction on his body.

“Will someone kill this flartack feed!?” Jimble could hear the officer shouting again. “It’s going out planet wide!”

To Gavrin’s horror the humand did not stop at simply snapping the now dead broadcaster’s neck. They watched as the human continued to twist the head in circles until the skin began to rip and tear. As the camera continued to remain focused on the gruesome affair, Joseph slowly and deliberately continued twisting the head in circles until finally pulling it free from the body along with a portion of the spine.

“See what patriotism will get you kiddies?” Joseph still had a smile upon his face even as he casually held the severed head.

Jimble’s eyes were so transfixed by this act of barbarity unfolding before him that he didn’t feel Gavrin shaking him.

“Do you hear me? We need to get in there!”

Jimble looked down from the virtual displays and Gavrin saw nothing but fear in his partner’s eyes.

“Did you not just see the human rip a head off with their bare hands?!?!” Jimble was nearly hysterical now. His mind was not able to process what was happening before him. Before Gavrin could reason with him Joseph spoke again.

“You see, your people have a knack for invading other systems and either enslaving or eradicating species on flights of fancy.” Joseph let the head fall from his hand finally and just before it hit the ground kicked it with his right leg. The head simply turned into a shower of blood, bone, and bile before the camera; coating Joseph in a glazing of gore.

“Reading your records it’s been centuries since the last time one of your own worlds felt an enemy attack, so I imagine it’s given you this sense of security and superiority.”

Joseph looked down at his hands now for the first time and noticed they were covered in blood. He tried shaking them a few times but after that failed he walked back to the huddled hostages and wiped his hands on one of them.

“My friends and I thought that it would be most beneficial to reintroduce you to the horrors of war.”

The smile faded from Joseph’s face as one by one the other humans began to stand behind him.

“From this day forth, this planet will become a battlefield.”

“The safety and security you have lived with your entire life will now become a distant memory.”

“Your leaders will be hunted down and flayed one by one.”

“Your centers of industry and commerce destroyed beyond repair.”

“Your culture and history washed away in a tide of your own blood.”

“I promise you that for the atrocities you have carried out against my people you shall be shown no quarter, no mercy, and no forgiveness as we rage across this pathetic world like a hurricane of death and destruction.”

Jimble and Gavrin watched silently as the remaining hostages were brought before the camera. Each of them screaming into their gag as the humans slaughtered them like cattle, live for the entire world to see.

“War has been nothing but a game to you people, played out far from your homes and loved ones.”

The smile returned to Joseph’s face, but it lacked any semblance of warmth or kindness. It was a twisted smile, a smile of a predator looking down at his prey’s final moments.

“So now I want to ask you all, would you like to play a game?”

Roar of an explosion rocked the broadcast station building cutting the feed instantly. Jimble, Gavrin, and the officer dove for cover as debris began falling all around them. When the dust finally settled Gavrin looked upwards and saw the smoking remains of several destroyed floors.

“It’s about time.” The office said into her communicator as she straightened up. “Which team finally got the shot off?”

She waited for several seconds but no reply. “Repeat, which team took out the building?”

Yet again, silence.

“Will someone respond!?”

As Gavrin and Jimble both rose to their feet a strange thudding sound could be heard in the distance.

“What’s that sound?” Jimble queried. Gavrin listened closer to the thudding. “It almost sounds like-“

Another set of explosions rocked the street, this time from below the surface. In a flash of light Gavrin saw the officer thrown violently up into the air as the ground beneath her feet exploded upwards. He didn’t see where she landed as the explosions continued to ring out all around him.

When the explosions finally stopped Gavrin opened his eyes to a city of darkness. Every light save for the fires now burning brightly across the city streets were off. People in surrounding streets now ran to and fro in panic as if they had been consumed by madness.

“We need to contact headquarters.” He turned to see if Jimble was already up only to find his body limply hanging out from under a crushed piece of masonry.  

“Well hello there, friend.”

Gavrin turned to see the speaker and froze.

Joseph was standing before him, casually standing in front of him with half his face burnt off. He could see strips of flesh burnt and charred hanging from him like bits of loose string, but even more surprising was the slowly growing blob of new skin that was already growing over the wounds.

Remembering his side arm Gavrin went for it but was too slow. In a flash Joseph had grabbed his hand by the wrist and clenched it so tight he severed it entirely.

Gavrin looked down at where his hand had once been and the bloody stump that now remained; a twisted mesh of blood and bile leaking from his wound like a waterfall. He looked up at his attacker to see the dozen or so humans that had been with him on the screen spreading out from the building. Some were equally singed while others appeared fine as day.

Several civilians saw them as well and let out a scream in horror. The humans began running and were on the in moments ripping them limb from limb.

It was chaos, pure chaos.

The last thing Gavrin remembered before passing out from blood loss was the crooked smile of Joseph as he looked down on him.

The crooked smile of a predator about to feed on a world driven to madness.