#is most of this just me reaching and being delusional? perhaps. perhaps

[dindjarindiaries]

The Mandalorian Seasons 1 & 3: Direct Parallels

After rewatching The Mandalorian season 3 cohesively and thinking back to season 1, I came upon a realization that every episode of season 3 somehow directly parallels back to each respective episode of season 1. Below is a breakdown going episode-by-episode and diving deep into each parallel I noticed. Please keep in mind that these are my observations and theories, nothing more!

CHAPTER 1: THE MANDALORIAN & CHAPTER 17: THE APOSTATE

“Chapter 1: The Mandalorian” is all about setting up Din Djarin’s journey, mainly the job he’s tasked with that causes him to cross paths with a new ally, Grogu. “Chapter 17: The Apostate”—like many season openers—accomplishes the same thing: setting up Din’s journey and causing him to cross paths with a reluctant ally, Bo-Katan Kryze. IG-11 is an important part of each episode and helps to bring some comedic relief to the screen. In Chapter 1, Din utters the infamous “I like those odds” line when his odds are 4 to 1. Din also finds himself with 4 to 1 odds during the pirate showdown, where he takes down four of them and leaves Vane standing. Lastly, Chapter 1 reveals that the job Din’s taken is a very difficult one that other hunters either can’t complete or refuse to. Chapter 17 proves that Din’s journey to Mandalore is also seemingly impossible and many others refuse to do it.

CHAPTER 2: THE CHILD & CHAPTER 18: THE MINES OF MANDALORE

“Chapter 2: The Child” seals the bond between Din and Grogu as Din faces trials in his journey to bringing Grogu back to Nevarro. “Chapter 18: The Mines of Mandalore” seals the bond between Din and Bo-Katan as allies while Din faces trials in his journey to redemption on Mandalore. In both episodes, Grogu has to rescue Din when he’s in danger, and both times he tries to use the Force to do so. Each episode also features Din fighting off an ambush on his own, though that tends to be pretty common for him. Both episodes also featured a creature that hasn’t been seen in Star Wars live action before: the mudhorn and the Mythosaur, respectively. By the end of each of these episodes, Din’s gained at least one new ally and has accomplished his original goal (getting Grogu back to Nevarro and earning his redemption).

CHAPTER 3: THE SIN & CHAPTER 19: THE CONVERT

“Chapter 3: The Sin” and “Chapter 19: The Convert” both see their protagonists going against a set of rules they’re expected to follow in order to further what they view as the greater good. In Chapter 3, it’s Din breaking the Guild Code to rescue Grogu. In Chapter 19, it’s Penn Pershing breaking the rules of the Amnesty Program to restart his research. Both episodes feature a betrayal of sorts, Greef Karga and Elia Kane respectively. Additionally, the Children of the Watch in both episodes—most notably Paz Vizsla—start both episodes off by being hostile towards Din only to end up helping him in some way. In Chapter 3, it was saving him and Grogu from the hunters, and in Chapter 19, it was accepting his redemption as well as Bo-Katan’s. Each episode title also uses religious language.

CHAPTER 4: SANCTUARY & CHAPTER 20: THE FOUNDLING

“Chapter 4: Sanctuary” and “Chapter 20: The Foundling” each start off a 3-episode run of different adventures that fill in the storytelling space and offer the characters time to face trials and grow before the overall story starts to wrap up. In Chapter 4, Cara Dune mostly leads the effort to rescue the village. Bo-Katan fills this same role in Chapter 20 by leading the Mandalorians to rescuing the foundling. Interestingly enough, both these episodes also are some of the only to address how and when a Mandalorian should remove their helmets to eat. Chapter 4 offers some Din backstory that he gives to Omera while Chapter 20 offers some Grogu backstory. At the end of each episode, the rescues are complete, but another call to adventure haunts the protagonists.

CHAPTER 5: THE GUNSLINGER & CHAPTER 21: THE PIRATE

These two are probably the hardest to draw parallels on. “Chapter 5: The Gunslinger” starts with a dogfight, while “Chapter 21: The Pirate” features quite a long dogfight as well. Peli Motto was originally meant to appear in Chapter 21 and her introduction to the Star Wars galaxy was in Chapter 5. Fennec Shand tells Din of the Mandalorians’ fate on Nevarro in Chapter 5, but in Chapter 21, the Mandalorians are the ones taking down others on Nevarro. Each episode also leaves off on a cliffhanger that isn’t resolved by the next episode, with Chapter 5 featuring Boba Fett saving Fennec and Chapter 21 featuring the New Republic finding beskar within a destroyed shuttle.

CHAPTER 6: THE PRISONER & CHAPTER 22: GUNS FOR HIRE

This one has some of my favorite parallels, and for no good reason! In “Chapter 6: The Prisoner,” Din teams up with mercenaries he used to work for, while we see in “Chapter 22: Guns For Hire” that Axe Woves, Koska Reeves, and other Mandalorians have become their own band of mercenaries. Both episodes feature Din being very hostile towards droids, even more so than usual. They also both include notable cameos, Bill Burr and Matt Lanter for Chapter 6 and Lizzo, Jack Black, and Christopher Lloyd for Chapter 22. In Chapter 6, Din is against the side of the law, while in Chapter 22, Din is united with Bo-Katan on the side of the law. The end of Chapter 6 saw Ranzar Malk and Qin sharing some choice words about Din while the end of Chapter 22 saw Axe also sharing some choice words about Din. (It’s fun how similar these two episodes are to each other in my head!)

CHAPTER 7: THE RECKONING & CHAPTER 23: THE SPIES

“Chapter 7: The Reckoning” and “Chapter 23: The Spies” each act as a part one of the overall grand finale of their respective seasons, with each ending on a devastating cliffhanger of a main supporting character’s tragic death. Both episodes start with a somewhat reluctant team-up of Din’s collected allies to continue a journey. Each episode is also Moff Gideon’s first appearance in their respective seasons, with both featuring Moff Gideon’s holographic image on a call before his actual physical appearance. Both episodes see the groups venturing across a desolate landscape to get to where they need to go only to get led into an ambush. In Chapter 7, it’s Grogu who gets captured by Gideon, while in Chapter 23, it’s Din who gets captured by Gideon. Additionally, each episode has peril in which allies cannot be contacted by comms. Lastly, as referenced before, Chapter 7 ends with Kuiil’s tragic death, and Chapter 23 ends with Paz’s.

CHAPTER 8: REDEMPTION & CHAPTER 24: THE RETURN

“Chapter 8: Redemption” and “Chapter 24: The Return” both end on a hopeful and somewhat peaceful note for Din and Grogu with a brand-new call to action. In Chapter 8, Moff Gideon blows up Din, while in Chapter 24, Moff Gideon gets blown up. Grogu protects Din and his allies from fire in both Chapter 8 as well as Chapter 24. In Chapter 8, the Armorer tells Din he is as Grogu’s father, while in Chapter 24, Din officially adopts Grogu as his son. Din earns a mudhorn signet for Grogu in Chapter 8 and Grogu earns part of Din’s name in Chapter 24. IG-11 sacrifices himself in Chapter 8, but comes back to life to serve as the marshal of Nevarro in Chapter 24. Both episodes contain big battle scenes that eventually lead to an entire planet being liberated. Chapter 8 features the Darksaber’s first appearance in live action, while Chapter 24 features the destruction of that same weapon. Finally, Chapter 8 sees Din and Grogu leaving Nevarro, but Chapter 24 sees Din and Grogu staying there in a home of their own.

[merrymorningofmay]

actually now that i've rewatched td1 it's a bit funny that rust's philosophical musings ended up the most quotable because like. rust is wrong. it's kind of the point of the show that he's wrong

like no, time is not a flat circle, that's something that a deeply sad person is telling himself because 1. the big good thing he'd thought he did turned out to be a failure 2. doing 4d mental gymnastics to imagine the world as completely static where nothing ever changes saves him the hurt of hoping (and when he has his revelation at the end it's that the world is a story, which implies a dynamic and a direction)

(and incidentally, hey, this show sure loves them some spirals. wonder if a spiral is a popular schematic for something that incorporates both repetition and linearity, like time or history perhaps)

like....... td1 is a story about men who lie! to others and themselves! marty has his whole masculinity shtick, and whenever that doesn't do any good he doubles down and goes to argue that it's someone else's fault or Just How Things Are so he doesn't have to face sad truths about himself. rust's philosophy is, at least to some extent, an attempt to reason his way out of grieving ("my daughter dying was good for her And me actually!"), out of hoping and being heartbroken ("romance? that's not even supposed to work, everyone is just delusional"), out of internalising the horrible things he's seen/done/been through ("those murder victims were glad to die actually, everyone is a pre-programmed puppet anyway actually")

it's a story about men who are absolutely convinced that sincerity will ruin them, and construct elaborate lies to defend against it, and in the end they both break down and reach out (marty), confess (rust), connect and (begin to) heal through it because their previous belief was wrong and hurtful!

[yourheart-inmyhands]

haha im back from the dead to be annoying >:)

Btw zhongli pantalone and childe you know the one where you made her like a child hissing at them. What if they suddenly became like a calm and kind darling after one of the biggest child screaming last night and like they also stop fighting or anything but will be Affectionate if you treat them kindly and won’t force them >;)

ah this is such a good idea! i apologize that it took me so long to get to it but i hope you like it :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, mentions of mind breaking, being held against will, being deprived of food, being deprived of sunlight, delusional behaviors, and other potential topics. Please Read At Your Own Risk!

Yandere!Zhongli would be skeptical, while he likes the idea that you finally came around, he knows it’s not true. He’d continue to keep you trapped in one room for a while, testing the limits of your sudden kindness and docility. If you should continue to act well, he may begin to step back a bit, allowing you to be in a less secure room, one with windows, perhaps even a real light.

It was startling at first, to suddenly find you so calm and pliant. Zhongli had almost believed you’d finally been broken mentally, a sad side effect he had considered from the beginning due to your aggression towards him. He was pleasantly surprised to find you were simply docile now, no mental break or severe lapse in brain capacity. Was it accepting your situation? Stockholm syndrome perhaps? Or were you just playing along in hopes of earning some freedom? Zhongli tests the boundaries for the next few days. Seeing how close you’ll allow him, how much he can come in contact with you before you lash out, all the little affectionate things he’d been dying to do that your previous behavior had prevented. If you should continued to behave, he would reward you with a new room. This room had real windows, the glass is reinforced and there are many fine nails sealing it shut, but it’s something.

Yandere!Pantalone would be wary. He thinks it’s a ruse to get him to lighten up on you, but he doesn’t. The chains bound to your ankles that lock you in the room, limiting your range of movement and keeping you tied down remain in place. The guards stay outside your door and the windows remain sealed shut. If you continue to behave well, he’ll reward you with some small gifts that you can enjoy but nothing more. It takes a long while to earn his trust, it’s something you must really work for.

The first few days of your sudden shift in behavior are handled exactly how they were before. Pantalone would leave you alone for the day, coming to visit only at your feeding time, which was dinner time for the rest. The only difference he made was that he spoon-fed you, typically he’d set your tray at the foot of your bed and set up a small table and chair for himself just outside your reach. He liked the calmer attitude you had, it made the polite discussion over dinner more enjoyable now that he actually received responses. It took a few weeks of this polite behavior for him to start bringing you better gifts. Things like puzzles, books, and other things you hadn’t previously been allowed due to the danger factor of them. From there he slowly starts to visit you more, coming to your room during breakfast and dinner, and eventually he’s there for all three meals. He’s a very patient man, he spent his life building himself to be the legacy he is now, he has no problem waiting out this little game of yours. Doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy it while it lasts though.

Yandere!Childe would be the most accepting of this. He’d assume you’d just finally accepted your situation, as escape was inevitable with him looming over your every move. He’d take you on walks around the palace now, sit closer to you when you two would eat together, cuddle with you at night, anything you’d finally allow him to do and he’d do it. He is so devoted to you and your happiness that he’s over the moon now that you’ve accepted him, accepted that you two must be together.

Waking up beside you had never felt better, now that you could actually cuddle him back. Before when he’d have to use other methods of keeping you calm, it just wasn’t ever right, but now, now it was perfect. Childe liked this new you, the you that smiled at him when he said a stupid joke, the you that let him mess with your hair in the morning, styling it how he thought best for the day. The you that let him take you one walks around the palace, your arm linked in his as he told you about his grand adventures. He hoped it was just you finally realizing that you love him too, and that you were destined to be together that made you like this. Part of him gnaws in the back of his mind, worrying that he had messed with your head too much and that you’d developed stockholm syndrome, but he doesn’t think that’s so bad. After all, you finally loved him back, why did it matter how you’d come to that conclusion.

[uplatterme]

Two for the price of one.

—sub!aether/dom!reader, amab!reader, traveler!aether/reader, abyssprince!aether/reader | blowjobs, praise, overstim, cockwarming, rimming, fingering, 3P, vouyerism

—do not ask me anything about this omg

It was chaos when you returned from your mission.

The abyss members were all shriveling, scared that hell would be upon them once the prince snapped. It only stopped when you, his right-hand, scolded them for acting so childishly.

“What exactly is the problem here?” You questioned. You were already tired since you just came back and this is what you have to deal with?

You sighed, walking to where Aether usually would be at this time of day.

When you first see him after all those weeks of being apart, you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“Your highness, I’ve returned.” 

When your voice reached him, he visibly flinched.

Flinched? Why would the prince flinch from your presence? Did you do something that he disliked?

“Welcome back, how did your mission go?”

Hm. Were you imagining it?

“Everything went just as you planned. The area was littered with Fatui but It’s nothing I couldn’t handle.” You informed.

“Did you get hurt?”

Alright, this was really strange. You’re starting to think that how the other members reacted wasn’t an overreaction.

It’s not that Aether didn’t care for you. He always did. However, it’s been years ever since he’s asked that question. You and him trusted each other enough to the point that such questions weren’t needed even if it came to the most dangerous tasks.

“I’m fine.”

“Good.” He said with the same stern voice.

Perhaps, it was you being delusional again.

At first, the nicer change in attitude was a welcomed one. After all, you liked whenever Aether showed this side of him. A remnant of who he previously was, or still is. It’s just been mostly overshadowed by the���threatening glares that the members of the abyss would cower to.

The prince smiled at you as he called for your name. Your heart felt like it was struck by multiple cupid arrows. You were ready to ascend to heaven now. It was rare to see him smile like he did back then.

“Your highness,” You greeted back, bowing and kneeling in front of him.

An act that brought out an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is there something wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing!” He quickly said, turning away his head.

“Did I…make a mistake when it came to my previous assignment?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that…” Aether responded, unsure of how to explain everything.

“So, what is it?”

He didn’t answer. He looked panicked. When was the last time the prince visibly showed his feelings rather than hiding them?

You got up from your knees and went closer to Aether, leaning down on him as he sat on his throne.

He didn’t push away, nor did he act first.

You used this as an opportunity and closed the gap between your lips. You could see Aether’s surprise as that happened. 

You and Aether’s relationship was quite hard to describe. Back then, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call you his partner.

Now, you were only his most trusted. 

Just a right-hand. Even if you two spent nights together on his bed, even if you two sneaked in kisses between meetings, even if you said “I love you” to him while he never responded.

It wasn’t enough.

You’d been so focused on thinking that you forgot the person below you who was currently starting to struggle to breathe as your lips pressed deeper onto him.

His face was just like him. Even his tongue tasted the same way.

Your hand found its place on his cheek as you caressed it. So soft.

Who was he? Where did your prince go while you were gone?

When Aether willingly got on his knees to serve you, there was no doubt in your mind that this wasn’t the man you’d been with for years.

His small mouth took you in as much as he could, licking the tip as he looked at you obediently. You played with the strands on his head, mesmerized by that look on his face.

And perhaps it was rude, but definitely not unwelcomed, when you shoved further inside his throat without any warning. Tears slipped out of his ducts with a pained cry.

He looked so drunk, not even any hesitation when you’d done that. Almost as if he trusted you that you wouldn’t hurt him or do anything that he would have disliked.

“What a good boy,” You praised. “My prince would never do such a thing, you know?”

He looked up at you, probably thinking about how his whole cover was blown away.

“Well, he did. It’s just different nowadays.”

You grabbed the hair on his head and basically used his head as if it was an object, going at your own pace as your cock slid inside of him.

He didn’t argue with you. This person let you do all of this with a loving look on his face.

“You’d probably swallow if I cum inside your throat, huh?” 

He nodded without hesitation. You didn’t get it at all.

“Take it then, you whore.”

As your cum battered his throat, he swallowed it all just like he said he would. The whole situation was strange. You were fucking some stranger and he was overly submissive without even needing to do any kind of work.

You pulled his head away. You needed answers, now.

“Where’s the prince? What did you do to him?” 

He smiled, too aroused with the way you treated him. His cock was visibly throbbing through his pants as he replied to you with a hoarse voice, his throat hurting from you.

“A-Away…He said he needed a break.”

“A break…and who are you exactly?” 

He blushed and turned his head away.

“Aether.”

When he explained everything, you nearly stabbed him with your sword.

An outlander who’s an alternate version of your prince, who is apparently resting inside of a teapot. You thought he was mocking your intelligence at first for making such an excuse.

But when he showed you a floating teapot which transported you inside of another dimension, you were stunned, to say the least.

“It took you a while.” Your Aether greets you, setting down a book that you were not familiar with.

“I didn’t want to doubt you.”

“You trust me too much.” He said as he looked at you, seeing the troubled expression you had. “I missed you too.”

You clenched your fists. “You left without a word. I almost killed that clone once he admitted to your disappearance. You never even waited until I got back. It’s like you didn’t care.”

“He’s not a clone, and I did care. I do. I even asked him to ask if you were hurt in any sort of way. I would have come back if you even had a slight cut on your finger.”

Your heart ached. Why was he being honest now? Why just now and not all those other times when you needed him to be?

“I hate you.”

Those words seem to hurt him even if he knew how untrue it was.

“I love you too.”

“You can’t say that after all those years of ignoring me when I said it!” It hurts you to yell at him. You never liked arguing with him in any sort of way. Still, it had to happen at some point. Maybe, that time was now.

“I didn’t deserve to have it said to me. After all that I’ve done, you stayed with me. Even Dainsleif left once he knew of the stupidity of my plans.”

“I’d follow you until the end of time. I promised you that, didn’t I?” You reminded him. Nothing would separate you two..

“It’s a stupid promise.” He said.

“And yet, I’ll still fulfill it.” You replied, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The Abyss Prince sighed and kissed you, you wanted to cry but you held it back. Finally, after all this time. He was back.

“So, who is that person back there? He better not be a triplet.” You questioned.

Aether laughed at your words. “No, no. He…got here accidentally. I’m still trying to put him back in his original timeline. Of course, I’d have to erase his memories of this. But, talking to him really made me look back on things that are important to me.”

“And that is?” You teased.

“You know the answer already so stop trying to force it out of me.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“By the way, is there a reason he seems so sheepish?” Aether asked.

“I—Well, we may have done something. Please don’t be mad.” You admitted.

Once you told the entirety of what happened, disappointment rose from his face. 

“You did what?”

“I-I was mad! I needed a release and well, he looked and acted so much like you used to!” You told him.

“And? Was he better?” 

“That’s not the fact that you should be worried about!” You shouted again.

“So, he is better, huh? I get it, he’s younger.,.” He grinned, acting hurt about the whole situation.

“No! Stop putting words in my mouth! Besides, it’s been a while since you’ve ever…you know…” You countered. It was nice talking to him so honestly like this.

“Would you let me then?”

You’d never thought you’d be faced with your prince looking so hungry for your cock as another version of himself stood by the corner watching every move.

It’s not fair to compare the two at all. Especially since one is more experienced and knows every kind of thing you like.

“I missed this. Do you think everyone knows how much of a whorish mouth you have?” You questioned while Aether licked the side of your cock, wanting to put it inside of his mouth already.

“I bet everyone else wants to fuck this mouth instead whenever you scold them, huh?” You teased, his cheeks flaring up from your words.

“I only want you.” He said as his ass slightly shook due to impatience.

You smiled. “Good boy. Go on then, take your reward for being so patient.”

The outlander blushed as he stared at the prince taking you in one go. 

He knew exactly how to please you, looking up to you so needily as he took in your entire size. It’s been a while since you’ve done this and yet he still remembers your shape as if you’ve stuck your cock inside his throat for so long that it accommodated your shape.

“You’re doing so well, my prince.”

He visibly choked at your words of praise, he’s a sucker for that. He just needed to be told good things after all the times he’s suffered. And that, you would provide.

“My handsome and talented prince loves sucking my cock, huh? You want to drink my cum, dear?”

Aether nodded as he bobbed his head up and down, enjoying every single moment of it. He rolled his eyes back when he felt your shoe on his cock, stepping on it freely. His previous calm actions were now turning into more anxious ones.

His thighs shook against one another as you continued stepping on him, he’s getting distracted by your movements that he’s forgetting to breathe while your cock is inside of his throat. 

“Calm down. You want to please me, don’t you?”

He nodded again. “Then, relax. Let it all happen. I’m your right-hand, aren’t I? I’ll take good care of you, my prince.”

Aether whimpered, his moans vibrating against you.

Once you finally reached your peak, you didn’t hesitate to press even harder on Aether’s cock that his thighs quivered as he came. You spilled inside of him and he drank it without any complaint, slightly choking as he was too busy and was still on that high from cumming.

He removed his head with a satisfied breath. It was hard not to as it was obvious the two of you missed this for so long.

“Did I do good?”

“Of course. You always do.”

A cough interrupted the two’s longing look into each other’s eyes.

“Right.” Your Aether said as he urged the other to come towards you two.

“What are you…?” You uttered as he followed the prince’s order and walked until he reached the two of you.

“Please. Let me move…” Aether breathed out as your cock was lodged inside of him, it’s been minutes but you still haven’t given him permission.

“Stay still. You’re the one who wanted to include him.” You said as you returned to your tongue on the traveler’s rim.

“C-Can I touch it?” He said, his cheeks warm from the unusual sensation.

“No. What is it with you two being impatient?” You pointed out before taking your fingers and plunging them inside of him.

The traveler easily moaned as it spread through his walls.

Your prince watched in jealousy as the other got pleasured while all he could do was sit there aching for some kind of movement. He so badly wanted to move, but to go against your orders…He’d rather wait than be forced not to cum.

“Isn’t there a version of me in your world? What a shame, look at what you’re missing out.” Your fingers continued to press inside that nub of his, Aether struggling to sit on your chest as he’s forced to take every single thrust of your fingers.

“I-I don’t know…” He responded with a shaky voice, too distracted to even think straight.

“Hm? Well, better find them then.” You said as you give his shaft a lick that sent him trembling.

“Hnngghh…Please!”

“So weak, are you that close already?” Aether nodded as he sobbed, wiping away his tears.

The poor traveler could barely speak anymore, he wanted to cum so badly and here you were bullying him. How mean.

The prince watched intently, he was also waiting for that moment. Once he’s orgasmed, he can finally move. He’s so excited that he didn’t realize he was shifting on your legs, not that you minded much.

“H-Haah~ C-Cumming! I-I can’t!” Aether limped and would have fallen down if it weren’t for you holding him. He came a lot, and his cum tasted just like your Aether’s. It was fascinating getting to fuck two Aethers at once.

“Look at me, hey…” Your prince pleaded for attention as his ass bounced up and down on your cock, sliding in from how stretched he was already from sitting on it for too long.

You gently laid down the traveler next to you, seemingly too tired that he let you move his body however you wanted.

“I’m looking, my prince. Show me how good you are, your highness.”

Aether’s whimpers grew louder and louder as he held onto the bed, continuing to ride you even as tears seeped through his eyes.

“F-Fuck—love love your cock soo much-!” He exclaimed, precum already leaking out of him.

Aether’s insides felt so good. His legs felt so weak already but he wouldn’t let that stop him. He wanted more, more of that pleasure.

It’s so rewarding seeing him act so dumb, incoherent noises coming out of his throat as he struggled to plunge your cock inside of him, his legs shaking so much as it hit deep, so deep inside of his.

“Y-You’re breaking me…Hnn!” He mewled, your cock visibly showing through that tiny waist of his.

“Is that so? But you’re the one bouncing up and down, aren’t you?”

“Yess…I want to be broken by your cock—Mmmf…so good!”

Aether continued in that trance, mindlessly moving his hips until he finally finished, collapsing onto your body as he breathed deeply, his heart about to jump out of his chest.

“You alright?” You asked with a grin on your face.

“Y-Yeah…”

You smiled as you changed positions, getting up and holding his legs up your shoulder.

“You can take more then.” You said, filling him up with one deep thrust.

“N-No! Wait! I-I—I’ll break!”

Aether’s eyes rolled back as you continued to savagely pounded inside him, his fingers grasping through the sheets of the bed, unable to resist as his insides gripped your cock unintentionally, making it even harder to keep his screams from leaking out.

[suavemania]

― Tell me I'm not just a loser.

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

word count: 799, another short n sweet

reader summary: leon sleeps alone and has nightmares, but to comfort himself he thinks about you.

warning: i just dont proofread this stuff anymore. they are drabbles, take them!!! with all its flaws and cracks

notes: pining!!!!! I LOVE PINING!!! leon thinks the reader doesn't like him back. most delusional king ever

Leon felt the touch of ghosts tracing lines on him, tracing their smiles, their laughs. It was one of those nights where the tragedies of his past weighed heavily on his shoulders, pushing him down; making him drag his feet, leaving his fingers numb. He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, his breathing uneven as he tried to feel the fabric of his sheets on his fingertips. He was home, alone– and it was all a bad dream. That is what he says to himself. He felt his nightmare crawl inside him, soaking him in fear, clawing its nails down his back. It was brutal, but Leon had learned to live alongside the ghosts and tragedies. 

Leon turned to his side once he gained control of his weary body, his gaze set on the window that illuminated the dark room. The faint sounds of cars driving beneath him left him somewhat comforted, knowing that he wasn’t completely alone after all. Leon had finally gotten some time off from work, leaving him with a lot more time on his hands. He likes the idea of being free from work, leaving him to do things with his time other than attending classified meetings, training, and risking his life.

But when he has free time and off-work, he realizes that he has to do one thing: sleep. Alone.

Sure, he could visit the person he wanted the most– you. But that became increasingly more difficult as he realized that he was falling in love with you (we're just friends, he protests). His mind had only rapidly focused more and more on you, the way you move, the way your lips are etched onto his mind. You had quickly become Leon’s comfort, his safe-space. With his breathing getting more steady, Leon allows himself to flutter his eyes shut. The warm comfort of his blanket wraps around him, wrapping him in the kindness of comfort. 

When Leon opened his eyes again, he imagined that it was an early summer morning. His body next to yours, and as you lie on your side; sleeping softly, he feels his heart grow fonder. He reaches for your face, caressing it with a feather-like touch. Your skin is soft against his scarred and hardened skin. He loved this scene, and would always return to it the most when his nightmares haunt him. He would run his fingers through your hair, enjoying the feeling of you on his fingertips, your warmth spilling over to him. In this bright world, he would make you breakfast, crack a smile as you clumsily try to take a picture of him while cooking. Whenever he sees you in his mind, all he can think of is kissing you. 

Kissing you.

That would be nice, he thought.

It’s funny, because he hasn't even told you yet. That when you are in your bed sleeping without him, he wonders why he isn’t with you- or why you aren’t with him, in his arms. I feel like a loser, he thinks to himself, chuckling to himself in disbelief. It’s true, Leon Kennedy was in love. He hushed his mind, trying to defend that it was just a crush. Yet he was well aware that he could see you in the future, and the truth hurts: he couldn’t have you. But he didn’t want to lose you, not at all. Perhaps if he could only open your eyes to him, to just spend one night with him- would that be enough to convince you to be with him?

A night with you.

That would be nice, he thought.

Leon had hidden his feelings from you for a long time it felt like. He assumes the both of you are hiding something, but he honestly had no idea how you felt for him. He feels something, and whenever he “accidentally” brushes his hand against yours, his body just “coincidentally” coming closer to yours, it feels right; like he can breathe again. If only he could open your eyes, to see him first. Perhaps it was selfish, waiting for you to notice him and to let him in. Leon was adamant to be polite, he would always wait at the door until you told him to come in, to let him into your heart. 

But to be completely honest with himself: Leon wished to drink you up, to forever let your essence keep him warm at night, running through his veins. To press his lips against yours, letting himself melt into your mouth and run his hands on your side, squeezing at your body as if he couldn’t possibly believe that you were real. That his hands were on you. 

His hands on you. 

That would be nice, he thought before getting up from bed.

It was time to stop.

[iveriee]

Hello 👋. I have never done a request before but I really love your Yandere! Tom riddle one so much. Can I request a Yandere!Draco with childhood bestfriend trope,please? It would be so nice if Draco and reader have big height difference. English is also not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes. Thank you ❤.

★;ANSWER: Of course! I apologise if this fic is disappointing, I tend to criticize myself quite alot more while writing for other characters.

★;CATEGORY: A yandere x Reader.

★;PAIRING: Yan!Draco Malfoy x Gn!Reader

★;SUMMARY: In which.. you reunite with him after being victorious in evading him for years.

★;PS: This fic contains mentions of obsessive behaviour, stalking,perversion, and delusional thoughts. In no way do i encourage such crimes in reality, This is only for entertainment purposes. The quality of this fic may be a bit more low than usual as i have been dealing with quite alot of personal issues. Never i have ever written for Draco before and so i must warn you that this may be a bit OOC.

Reunions. A word engraved with joy—visualized with the imagery of heartening, friendly affection by both the Wizarding World and Muggles.. However, in your vision, it was, perhaps, the utmost vicious thing you could've heard. In an instants notice, the past years you had spent at Hogwarts seemed like a distant haven—plunged by the gratifying tsunami that was Draco Malfoy and smothered by the sizzling volcano that was Time.

To evade and ignore him ever since that day was, perhaps, indeed the most orderly choice you had made. No longer were you two mere innocent friends and to get him to comprehend that you did not reciprocate his tendencies was an utter lost cause—And so you cast your gaze away, paid no heed to his words and formed healthy friendships. Yet the perversion of his gaze stained you like a persisting poltergeist.

And so here we were. The beginning was a mere, regular day of ignoring Draco at the Great Hall during Breakfast. It had transfigured into a sort of routine, done with persistence everyday. Even more so, he had perhaps quitted attempting to rekindle the friendship, the evidence of your cause being that he would no longer try and speak to you or gaze at you from the Slytherin Table, neither would he attempt to seem good in your vision. It was utterly foolish of him to even try doing so as you knew that he was an obnoxious, racist, spoiled,bullying assh—You had a revision test to study for, the thought reached your mind(as you were the one to force it on, though, of course, you would never admit so).

The conclusion that he had given up, was, of course, an illusion you had conjured up for reassurance and so was proved. In what way? The climax of Breakfast had birthed a cramped crowd of students, which was not so pleasant, now was it? Henceforth, you had resorted to sprinting out of the Great Hall earlier. If you had perhaps known what would happen, you'd oblige to suffering in that crowd. What occured is truly an obvious act that needs no introduction.

Times had transformed and Draco towered over you. It seemed quite foreign even so. Perhaps—you could just speak to him and conclude this delusion of a situation. "It would be very nice if you didn't interrupt my attempts to go to Class, Malfoy." You stated firmly, angling your gaze away.

"And It would have been very nice if you didn't ignore and reject me, [Last Name]" Draco answered. (or perhaps snickered, more accurately) His gaze plunged on you, fixating on...unspeakable places for quite a while...(as proved by his smile) Resulting in on you attempting very hard to defeat the urge to punch him. "Maybe if you said yes, we wouldn't have to be in this situation." He added hastily.

"I don't remember asking you for advice, Malfoy." You spat firmly in answer. "I've attempted quite alot to tell you that i do not fancy you. But of course...you're a fucking jerk after all, what did I expect? Don't think that I'm not aware of your stalking." You asserted, tilting closer to him (something you'd regret quite much).

His eyes broadened, emitting an almost evil smirk from you.

Oh, how that would reverse...

To your utter dismay, your domination over him had, of course, concluded in mere seconds, His hands proceeded to your shoulders, resulting in you flinching. "Drop the act [Name], i know you like me...." He stated, gazing at you. Perhaps this boy was utterly and completely delusional. And indeed, he was. He spoke once more, forming a frown on your lips. After all, now he'd be having what he longed for quite a while. "But i guess for now, We should have a proper reunion."

[poisonsage808]

oh good flight!

may I ask anything for Pod (my softie boi) with fake dating? like I don't want to give too much guidelines, because I think that all your ideas are FANTASTIC, but maybe either him saving reader from a weirdo or being the one to pretend to be your date, after having been stood up! (those are just ideas, I am fine with anything that you come up with!)

hope it's alright and have a lovely day!

♡ As You Are ♡

Podrick Payne x F!Reader

a/n: as we talked about this isn’t exactly what you asked for, im so sorry about that and i hope you like what i came up with <3 thank you for your constant support, friend

“King Cunt thinks himself a hero,” Ser Bronn says all too nonchalantly as he scours over the lavishly decorated room.

A ball in the midst of a war. Celebrating a minor victory that Joffrey hid through just about the entire time. Only a delusional king would do something so foolish.

“He’s making a point.” Lord Tyrion raises a brow then his own cup to his lips, “He won. Stannis lost.”

“That's what I said. He didn’t do shit though.”

The two talked bitterly amongst themselves, more so the shorter man than the sellsword. While Bronn was no longer Commander of the City Watch, he was knighted after the battle and still reaped just as many benefits as before. Tyrion was stripped of his title as Hand and demoted to Master of Coin, further souring his taste for this event, and as a slap to the face he was moved into a closet that served pitifully as his new chambers.

However nothing changed much for Podrick Payne.

He killed a man to save his Lord but felt it was justified, there was no horror in what he’d done to keep him up late at night. He received no knighthood and likely he never would, Tyrion wasn’t a knight and couldn’t perform that for him. Still, the youngest Lannister attempted to repay the debt of his life with… many beautiful women. He may not be a Ser but the title Pod the Rod was earned shortly after that day.

Vines fell from the ceiling and wrapped around pillars, pretty white flowers blooming or budding in various spots. An absurdly high mountain of food spread across the longest table Pod’s ever seen. (Was it not just days ago the city was famished? Not that the people of the Red Keep should care, the reach of its effect stopped with the bread riot.) At the desert end of the table was arguably one of the prettiest things of this whole dumb ball.

Truth be told, Pod didn’t feel he deserved the moniker that, depending on who called him that, made his ears flush pink or his eyes roll. All he did was ask the ladies questions. What would make a woman happy? What do women like? How can he please one, really please them? They didn’t charge him for answers. They cooed and fawned over him for- what he always assumed was- doing the bare minimum.

The reason for his seemingly endless string of questions ended right over there, biting into a round finger cake that was sprinkled with blueberries. The object of his desires ever since he came into Lord Tyrion’s service. Pod had invited you to take a walk with him in the gardens that first day, it shocked him that he asked and stopped his heart when you agreed! However wars prove to take up most people’s time unfortunately and he was no exception. But gods above, you were as sweet as dessert, pretty as the dainty ruby necklace and once he was a knight, Podrick would surely be worthy of your affections.

Your gown matched the crimson red of his leather. Everyone was wearing red if they could help it per King Joffrey’s demand. Yet you stood out so effortlessly.

“Hungry, Pod?” Tyrion looks into his cup with a smirk.

His eyes go wide and the tips of his ears red like the rest of the room.

“Podrick would you mind fetching me something sweet? Perhaps with cherries?”

“Yes, m’lord.”

Bronn snorts, “Get yourself a slice of pie while you’re at it, boy.”

He threw the sellsword a vicious glareHow convenient you just happened to be standing there. From above Tyrion pats himself on the back.

“E-Excuse me, m’lady.”

Your lips pull into a soft smile when you hear that voice.

You’ve had plenty of short conversations with Podrick Payne and plenty more longing looks from a distance. He was kind, offering to carry things for you then rushing dutifully back to Lord Tyrion. You’re not sure you’ve seen him doing genuine work of a squire but you do see him putting the fullest extent of his efforts into what he does.

“Hello Podrick,” You smiled, setting your plate down.

For a second he just stares at you with a dopey grin, “Hello.” Then his eyes go wide and he bows suddenly, like he remembers it’s what he should’ve done in the first place. You laugh, politely covering your mouth with your hand but it does little. Podrick doesn’t mind either way. He likes that sound, he likes making you laugh and seeing the way your eyes crinkle in delight when you do.

“Your duties are never done, it seems.” You say teasingly as he grabs a plate and stacks cherry tarts on it.

“I don’t mind being-being kept busy, ‘specially now,” Pod exhales nervously, still grinning, “Lord Tyrion doesn’t have much work for me to do since, y’know, he’s not Hand anymore.” He quickly adds, “M-M’lady.”

With his eyes on the table, the young man doesn’t see the way your lips go from a pout to a sly smile. You dare to take a step closer, turning as if also scanning the display of desserts to make it look less obvious to any wandering eyes. Your shoulder barely brushed against his and yet Pod’s breath caught in his throat.

“Well,” Your voice hushes, innocently enough but it sends the hairs of his neck on end, “If you ever find time, I’d love for you to take me on that walk you promised me.”

You remembered that? Pod blinked away his disbelief by the time you stood face to face, still a respectable distance apart. You raised your eyebrows a bit, lips tugging into a smile. Crap, he didn’t answer! Before he can say anything, Podrick’s view is suddenly cut into blocked as if he wasn’t there in the first place. It was an older man from the Westerlands who wears the Lannister armor of crimson and gold to fit the theme of tonight’s celebration.

“We keep bumping into each other, my lady.” He says.

Your smile loses its genuine happiness instantly, pressing to a polite one. You’ve been avoiding this particular knight for a good portion of the evening. He’s asked you for a dance twice already and both times you found an excuse to slip away without accepting or embarrassing him.

“Yes, well, the room is quite small with so many people inside. I’m grateful I’ve avoided any casualties thus far.”

He laughs a little too loudly at your jest, gaining eyes from different directions. You and Pod both obviously lean around the armored body to try and see the other.

“I shall personally see you make it through the affair unscathed,” Ser steps to the side you leaned towards, blocking your view again and smiles while you try not to frown, “Do you have time for a dance just yet?”

“I’m actually in the middle of talking to—“ You again lean around when the knight's hands find your waist and elbow, “Hey!”

“Nonsense, we’re practically in step already.” He tried to give a harsh tug towards the dance floor, his smile curling to a snarl.

“‘S’cuse me, Ser.”

Both you and the soldier whip your head to see Pod hadn’t left. Your relief is palpable but brief as the man holding you doesn’t relent. Podrick’s face was harsh for a change, eyes cold and staring right at the knight.

“M’lady and I weren’t finished with our conversation.”

“My lady, not m’lady,” The man scoffs out a bitter laugh, “Gods, you’ll make a sorry excuse for a knight. And you,” His attention is back on you with far less enthusiasm, “You’d rather be fondled by a squire than dance with me?”

You’re released the moment a claps the older man’s shoulder and yanks him back so hard that, with his heavy armor, you hoped thought he might topple over. Your hand flies to your mouth to stifle the mix of a gasp and laughter that threatens to spill. Your eyes meet Podrick’s but he’s just as surprised as you, like he can’t believe he’d done that.

And worse, more eyes than ever are on you at the scene that was made.

Just as the old knight fumbles to get to his feet, a new voice cuts in quickly, “Lad, why don’t you take your lady friend for a dance. I’ll keep ‘im occupied for you.”

Podrick can’t bring himself to move an inch, not until your hand finds his arm and you gently tug him to the outskirts of the party. It’s there that you two can all but run from King Cunt and his terrible flock of gossips guests.

You brought Pod to the beach, secluded and quiet aside from the crashing waves against the rocky shore. He looked down at his hand and started laughing, then you did too. He was still holding onto the plate of cherry tarts! He took the liberty of offering you the first before taking one for himself, looking away as he calmed his chuckles.

Gods that fucking smile of his was as contagious as greyscale and all the more inviting to catch.

“By the way,” You said after biting into the dessert, “I think you’ll make a great knight.”

“Yeah?” Pod asks all too hopefully. It broke your heart to hear him ask that way, like no one else had ever told him so.

Your reply is earnest, “Of course.” Then it’s not, “Pod The Rod just doesn’t have the same ring as Ser Podrick Payne, does it?”

“Oh gods!” Pod groaned, his cheeks blushing terribly red even under the moonlight, “You heard about that too?”

You didn’t even try to hide your giggles this time, “Only the people living under rocks haven’t heard that! Let’s hope the tale doesn’t make it into any future songs they’ll sing of you.”

“You-You think they’ll sing songs of.. of me?”

You smile brightly, “If they don’t, I’ll compose them myself.”

“Oh,” Pod blinks away his surprised expression, “You’d d-do that?”

“You’ll have my favor at tourneys, too.” You say softly but firmly enough to make his eyes jump from the rocks to meet yours, “If you ever compete, that is.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes, really! Podrick, I fancy you quite a bit and have for quite a while. I would be yours as a knight,” Your hand finds his in the radiant glow of the moon, “Or as you are right now. As long as you’re Podrick Payne, I would like to be yours. Does that sound alright?”

Does it!? Pod holds your hand tighter and lets out a breath of a laugh. Partly in disbelief but mostly in relief. He looks down where he’s interlocked your fingers with his and smiles so big his cheeks hurt. He’s blushing, he knows it but he doesn’t care.

“That sounds... perfect, m’lady.”

In that moment Podrick Payne doesn’t think he could be anymore blessed or lucky or whatever he should call this feeling! He makes a vow that even if he never gets the proper title of a knight, if no one else but you calls him Ser he’ll be satisfied with that. He’ll be strong with a sword to protect you, he’ll be gallant and honorable to do right by you and be a knight in every conceivable way but name.

He feels your lips quickly press against his already rosy cheeks and he thinks he died and went to one of the seven heavens awaiting him.

“Don’t faint on me now, Payne!” You laugh and tug on his hand, “You still owe me that walk.”

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! I'd like to request a concept for Edward Buck from Halo if that's okay. Thank you! ^^

Focusing more on Game Canon than Book Canon in this. Hope you like it still :) My biggest issue with Halo yanderes is making them more than just protective, lol. I haven't played ODST in a bit so this is mostly from memory. If someone has ideas to makes this more "yandere", I'll take feedback.

Not proofread, may have mistakes.

Yandere! Edward Buck Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Paranoia, Forced retirement, Isolation, Hidden cameras, Implied forced marriage, Delusional behavior, Toxic spouse, Implied forced relationship.

Buck has quite the record on him.

Even as an ODST he was trained on Reach and took part in many Human/Covenant war events.

Not only that but after he was an ODST he joined the SPARTAN-IV program, becoming a member of Team OSIRIS.

I don't think his behavior changes between being an ODST and a Spartan.

Buck is brave and a natural leader.

Despite this he has also seen many of his fellow marines die in his line of work.

This makes him a bit brash but he still manages to always have a plan ready.

Another thing about Buck is he's stubborn and used to have a bloodlust towards the Covenant for glassing his homeworld.

Overall Buck is a great leader... which makes me think he'd have an obsession with someone on his team.

Perhaps you were part of his ODST team and he often found himself prioritizing you.

Buck's obsession can go two ways.

Maybe he still loves Dare, in that case his obsession with you is platonic.

That would make Buck just see you as a close friend, one he wants to protect.

Then there's is he doesn't hold feelings for Dare anymore, in that case his obsession is romantic.

Now he still wants to protect you... but he also wants to also make you his spouse.

His obsession starts as an ODST with you being part of Alpha-Nine.

Even while training you Buck finds himself impressed by your skill set.

He finds you pleasant to talk to and that's when his obsession takes root.

Despite training on Reach, Buck hasn't gone through Spartan enhancements like Master Chief.

Which makes him fully capable of experiencing the full range of emotions.

Even more than The Rookie also on your team.

Imagine if Buck gets attached to you... then you're separated during the New Mombasa attack.

He's already busy enough trying to piece Alpha-Nine back together.

Now he is slowly trying to come to terms with the fact you're missing.

Meanwhile you're in another area, probably accidentally finding The Rookie in the process.

By the time Buck finishes wiping out Covenant forces he always thinks back to you.

He doesn't want to fail you as a leader....

He doesn't understand how he got so attached to you.

But now here he is, panicking because you aren't in his sight... fearing the worst.

Although, near the end of the Battle of Mombasa, Buck and Dare meet up with you again.

Buck never thought he'd see you again, his obsession growing more once he sees you okay.

He holds himself back from just hugging you or doing something more, focusing on the mission.

But safe to say this is where his obsession really takes root.

For the most part, as most UNSC in Halo would be, Buck is a protective yandere.

He is capable of both platonic and romantic feelings towards you.

It would surprise him if he suddenly felt romantic attraction towards you at first.

He first met Dare, but now he's attached to you.

He catches up with you after the events of the war, definitely.

Especially when you both are assigned to the SPARTAN-IV program.

Before going into rigorous training together you both manage to have casual conversation.

Maybe he keeps it friendly, respecting you as his teammate and perhaps even a best friend.

Or maybe Buck takes his chances, flirting with you and praising you for getting this far.

No matter his intentions, Buck feels responsible for you as your leader.

Even if you both have Spartan training and become Spartans, he never seems to part from you.

Why?

The events of New Mombasa echo in his head.

It reminds him of how easily he could lose you.

Even with energy shields and heavy armor, Spartans aren't invincible.

Buck seems like the type of person to convince you to drop out of the program.

He doesn't necessarily doubt your skills, but he has his fears.

He'd rather you retire from fighting and return to civilian life on an inner colony.

He'll keep fighting to keep you safe, but he just doesn't wish to lose you.

He's not necessarily possessive but does "take claim" to you in a way around others.

Maybe he really does eventually feel his feelings are romantic.

Afterwards he wants to keep you in a home away from all the fighting.

In that case he tries to convince you to not only date him but become his spouse.

Maybe you accept? He's a good guy... right?

He might even rush the relationship a bit.

He just wants to marry you and protect you.

Like a good man should, no?

He hates it when you protest against him.

He is definitely the type to say "This is for your own good."

He will fight with you (verbally) to get you to give up being a Spartan.

Eventually he'll have you settle down somewhere and he'll visit you when he can.

He doesn't want you to cheat on him so he probably has cameras or something to monitor you.

He expects his spouse to be loyal, after all.

He does all this to protect you.

But don't worry! When he visits you he'll smother you in affection.

Sometimes too much affection with the amount he kisses you.

Even becoming a Spartan hasn't affected his drive towards you.

After all, he doesn't have the enhancements/augmentations older SPARTAN-IIs do.

I'm not sure if he'd keep you locked in the home or not.

Theoretically he might and just have food and necessities delivered to you.

Buck definitely calls you as often as he can.

Dare wonders if she's dodged a bullet due to seeing how obsessive Buck is over you.

She even tries to ask Buck about it, making Buck immediately shut her down.

"I'm doing this for their protection, they're happy with me. What are you trying to do, take them from me?"

Buck's obsession starts showing through cracks in his personality.

Poor you barely gets to go outside when he's gone and he calls so often.

Buck gets worried when you don't answer his calls.

If he isn't in the middle of a huge mission, he'll probably even go to check on you.

Eventually Buck leaves Team OSIRIS and reforms Alpha-Nine.

But you don't join.

No, now after the Cortana conflict he stays with you much more often.

The good news is you can go outside now.

The bad news is you no longer have privacy.

Buck isn't a yandere to kill humans.

Not unless they push him.

So for the most part he is like a helicopter spouse, never leaving you alone and smothering you with affection.

After all... he's been away from you for too long...

It's about time you two catch up, right? Isn't that what good spouses should do with each other?

[thegreatyin]

how was the scoundrel going to fumble her anyway

(in reference to these two posts)

Well...

the scoundrel has. a certain complex about being in relationships. don't get me wrong, they have a complex about a Lot of things, but relationships are. definitely one of them!!

in short, they don't think they're allowed to formally date anyone. it goes against their station and honor as a (future) spacebat, you see. like almost everything the scoundrel believes, this is absolute horseshit and is kind of blatantly hypocritical when you consider their literal actual marriage wherein multiple space bats attended and congratulated them on their wedding.

but. well. they believe it nonetheless. they believe the masters will think less of them if they... "consort" with humans. nevermind the fact that they are currently extremely human, and their coworkers will think less of them no matter what. the scoundrel believes this with her whole heart. she isn't allowed to have friends, relationships, commitment, anything of the sort. any close relationship with anyone outside of the masters is, in her incredibly delusional eyes, forbidden at best and disgraceful at worst.

naturally, being the scoundrel, she breaks her own rules and has relationships anyway. they're just... different. and incredibly selective about their word choice. she isn't dating anyone, she's just having a Strictly Temporary Fling! she doesn't have friends, she just has Useful Acquaintances She Pretends To Enjoy The Company Of! she doesn't have feelings, she has A Desire For Power And What Rightfully Belongs To Her And Absolutely Nothing Else, Ever, Because To Have Anything Else Would Be Incredibly Uncuratorial.

this first came up as a major obstacle in her relationship with @peepersotherstuff's terry ven, when the scientist asked if terry was officially dating the scoundrel (after vae had been consorting with her in every conceivable way for several months straight), to which the lieutenant responded with hopeful delight, and the scoundrel...

Mercifully- or perhaps disappointingly- he falls silent once vae start braiding. A soft sigh. He closes his eyes again, patting Transport as he mumbles. "I am..." a pause. "Conditionally pretty. There. Will that shut you both up?"

The Scoundrel barks out a laugh. "Süß."

A fanged kiss is pressed against Terry's cheek, nipping at vaer scars in a manner most threatening (were it coming from, and directed towards, literally any other duo). The Lieutenant makes a soft delighted noise at the kiss, tying off the braid to lean into the affection greedily, sighing so... contentedly.

The Scientist sits quietly for a second more before taking a rather choice opportunity. "Are you two official, then?"

The room goes quiet. The Scoundrel blinks. They look to Terry- oh god, why are they looking to Terry? And why do they look like they're expecting vaem to answer??

Terry freezes at the question, looking very much like, well, like a fish out of water. Its eyes are wide, staring first at the Scientist reproachfully, like this is a cruel joke. Then vae look at the Scoundrel, and they can both probably see when it clicks that, oh. This is a serious question. He means it, and it is being taken seriously.

Terry freezes again, stammering, before gently reaching to take one of the Scoundrel's hands. Vae look... almost scared. "Ye- nnn-" vae take a deep breath, before meeting the Scoundrel's eyes. "Yes? That is... that is allowed, right? I have never, ah... nevermind. Yes? Please?"

Oh, Terry sounds stupidly hopeful.

The Scoundrel stares with wide eyes and trembling claws. Her hand weaves through Terry's fingers with practiced ease, gently squeezing vaem as she opens her mouth- and all that escapes is a terrified whine.

She bites at her nails. She rips her hand away and steps back, sweating bullets. "We- we have an appointment."

Without so much as a single word of goodbye, the Scoundrel turns tail and bolts out of the room, leaving their Lieutenant to flounder in shock beside their husband. He watches in silence, then, devastating pity.

"I'm..." he starts, then stops, and falls silent when Terry's face twists into despair. "I shouldn't have asked." a quiet note, like that changes anything at all.

the scoundrel handled it. badly.

she can't commit to things. she can't commit to people. if she does, she's not being a master, and if she's not being a master-

well. there's not much else that could fix her, is there?

and so, when @superoffbatter's louise proposed the same- an official relationship, no notions of flings or half-hearted one night stands or a claim to be broken whenever the scoundrel felt like it- they responded in much the same way... even if they were a bit more direct about it in the moment (which arguably made it worse)

The Scoundrel blinks. Their ears flick up and down, their mannerisms almost... anxious. "We-" their voice cuts out. They fidget, then huff and straighten in a vain attempt to appear masterly. It doesn't work in the slightest.

"We are not allowed to have.. engagements, with your sort." they dig their fangs into their lip. Even as they speak, they sound doubtful. "It is unbecoming of our station. To our colleagues, it makes us out to be- weak. Pitiful. Human."

The obvious fact that they already hold this opinion (and would likely continue to hold it regardless) seems entirely lost on him.

"We are, however, willing to court-" the Scoundrel fumbles for literally any other word. "Entertain! We are willing to. Entertain you. Yes."

louise, naturally, didn't take it well. she didn't take it well at all.

"I will not be- I will not be a toy to be cast away after you are done." she hisses. "If you won't be mine, I will simply leave. Our dalliances stop today. You get to be with the Masters and with no. One. Else. Isn't it what you wanted?"

Her hand pauses around the Scoundrel's neck. Around their shirt. Other arms grab her coat, the rest of her clothing. But they wait. The Scoundrel trembles in her many, many arms, face flushed, eyes wide in horror and trepidation and no small amount of a certain feeling that would get them banished to the depths of the Tomb Colonies for all eternity.

If the Silverer notices the look on their face, she certainly doesn't act on it. "Just give me the word, and you get to be- not human. To be distanced from me, like you wanted so much. I will leave. Give me the word. Do you not want to be mine? Say it. SAY IT."

They try to speak. Their voice cracks. All that emerges is a pathetic whine. They warble and try again and again, unable to get the words out, until finally-

"We don't," they sob, "We don't, want-"

They can't, they can't, this is all they have, they can't-

"We don't want you to go." the words are stitched together, muttered frantically as they cry. "We don't want you to go, we don't, we don't know-"

They say it again and again. They don't know. They don't know. They don't know.

they worked it out eventually. as shown previously, the scoundrel very successfully unfumbled that snakegirl. but it was... definitely a significant bump in the road, to say the least.

"Human." she hisses. "Is that the problem? Curators take mates- they keep to their mate for thousands of years. Is that the problem? That I am a human, and not a Curator? Does the idea of finding love anywhere outside your dumpster fire of an organization truly terrify you that deeply? Do I need to change as well, so you will accept being mine?"

She wrenches herself free from the Scoundrel, letting them fall to the ground. They shout in protest, crumbling to the floor in a miserable batty heap.

"Annoying. You're so annoying. You don't even know what you're trying to imitate." she grunts. "I've been putting this off for far too long. I suppose Hallowmas awaits, then. See you."

As she speaks these words, the Silverer moves to walk out of the room- hands stretching out to fetch her discarded clothing from the ground as she steps away from the Scoundrel. "Goodbye.”

The Scoundrel sobs, stumbling after her with a myriad of pleas. "Don't go, please, I can't, I can't-"

Their claws dig into her wrist without warning. They tug harshly at one of her arms, leaving red streaks on skin. This only succeeds in making everything worse. "This is all I have, Liebe. I can't- I need them to respect me, I need- I'm not allowed to-"

and it still arguably is, to this very day. even if louise sorted out her own bat relationship problems (through the most direct means possible)

Two arms- attached to varying points in her back- spin around and grab their face. She slowly spins to meet them, the limbs seemingly reorienting in position, sickening snaps and cracks of bone resounding as they do so.

"If you don't want to make the choice." she whispers in their ear. "I'll make it for you. You'll stay with me." she brings them closer to herself, eye to eye.

"The Masters won't respect you," she says. "Unless you have the will to power. You need to take what you want. They will never care for you if you don't know what you want, if you can't decide, if you can't make your own choices for yourself. They will never give you power, they will never relinquish it. If you can't reach out and take what you want, the Masters will never respect you. So say it. Say what you want, and I will give it to you. Stop being a coward and tell me what you want already. Do you want me? Then-"

Her mouth is full of sharp teeth. She draws closer and closer for a kiss, but does not finish. She teeters at the edge. She just needs the word.

"-Commit," two eyes sprout below her original ones, blue complimenting their green, "To it!”

The Scoundrel goes very, very still. Tears still drip down their cheeks, their hands still shaking, still clinging to the Silverer with all of their (not insignificant) might. They open their mouth, and all that emerges is a soft gasp. Their eyes roam over her face, her body, her everything-

"I, want," they tremble all over again, "I want you."

They say the words all at once, then- then, like an open floodgate, they can't stop saying them.

"I want you, I want you, I need you." they bring their claws up, tracing their thumbs along the edges of her lower eyes. "I need you, I need- I'm yours, I'm yours, I need to be yours, I want to be yours."

They lean into her, shuddering, eyes wide with desire. "Make me yours. Make me- I commit, meine Liebste. I commit to you.”

they still need to apologize to their lieutenant, after all. it's what vae deserve, given how much they hurt vaem.

The Scientist's face contorts, and gods, there's that damnable pity again. "Lieutenant-" he doesn't move off their lap, instead twisting to cup their cheeks and draw them close.

His breath is warm against their skin. His hands, even warmer. The Lieutenant only puts up a half hearted struggle against being pulled closer, still feeling numb, chest tight. Perhaps it's telling, how it leans into the touch.

"They talk about you constantly. They let you see their skin without flinching. They ran off at our wedding to kiss you senseless-" a hiss when vae start to protest, making vaer face flush. "You aren't greedy. You haven't missed a thing. Understand?" closer, closer.

His hands trail along vaer face, stopping to press his nails against the slope of vaer throat, tipping vaer chin up to look him in the eye. With the braid in his hair, and his legs tucked around vaer own- gods, gods, gods.

"This isn't your fault." an insistence, barely audible above the wildfire prickling against vaer skin. "Repeat after me. This isn't your fault."

Vaer eyes are already welling up with tears, and vae're trying to shake vaer head again in protest, but old habits die hard, and orders are so easy to follow, even if they are coming from the Scientist-

"It is not-" Terry's lips tremble, and it has to pause, teeth gritting, refusing to cry like a scorned school child with a rejected crush. "It is not my f-fault," vaer voice cracks, breath hitching. Vaer hands find the lapels of his coat, but instead of pushing him away, it just... holds onto him.

but.

He's so close, so so close, saying terrible terrible things about its beloved, just after what honestly feels like one of the worse moments of vaer life, second only to being literally publicly executed. And he's being gentle. It's confusing. It's enraging. And above all it's... really nice to be held. Vae feel awful about it, sniffling and torn between hating him and never wanting to leave.

"I do deserve them-" Terry mumbles into his scarf. "And they deserve..." vae trail off, shaking vaer head. "I want them to have everything. And if that does not include me, that would not be the first time."

Despite all of that, despite struggling to hold onto the anger of it all, there are tears sliding down vaer cheeks now, and vae shudder, voice cracking again. "Why can I not be okay with that now, when it has happened before?"

that's a suitcase for another day.

[wraith-caller]

WIP Wednesday

@tallmatcha kindly tagged me. @no-braincells-inc @nullcanary @fenharael @scrawnytreedemon and anyone else on here who may have a WIP they wanna share :)

here is something from my singular attempt at a more light hearted fic.

“Would you like to tell me why you felt the need to break Head Preceptor Callium’s nose just outside my class where all of my students could see it?” Rogier was truly at a loss. D had been many things, but rash wasn’t typically one of them. Perhaps he could stand to be a bit more thoughtful or nuanced sometimes, but he’d never been prone to such violent outbursts before.

Maybe things had changed in the years they’d been apart. Well, of course they’d changed. Change was the only constant, after all. Evidence of that was glowering at him from behind a featureless golden mask made to appear as if it were peering out from the gaping maw of a lion. Silver and gold replaced by the red and gold of the New Order. “I found him disagreeable,” D answered.

Rogier waited for elaboration. None came. He pressed his lips together and kept his face passive enough, even if he wanted to shout at this idiot for the scene he’d caused. Half a lecture wasted quelling the wounded pride (and face) of one ex-lover, wrangling the stoic fury of the other. He almost wished Radahn had never given up his stranglehold on the stars so that fate would stop fucking with him. Of all the preceptors for D to run into in the hour or two he was here!

Maybe it was a tad self-involved to assume that he had been the reason for D punching the other man in the face, but with so little data, Rogier could hardly begin to extrapolate. The only point of commonality between the two was himself, but how likely was it that they’d spoken of him in such a brief space of time?

He changed tactics, hoping to put D at ease and draw something approaching an explanation out. He’d have to give it to the provost before long anyway. Callium would surely twist this into being his fault somehow, after all, and he would need to be prepared with a defense.

With his most condescending smile, he eyed the red feathery thing on D’s helm. “Nice plume, by the by.”

D was still rigid, and had not taken more than two steps into the room. “So I have been told.”

Rogier let the smile soften up, something more friendly. “The students have been tracking your company’s progress since you left Leyndell. They’re thrilled to see Knights of the Order in person. You could be very popular here, you know.”

Nothing for a moment. Then, “We don’t need to speak.”

Why be precise when you can just obliterate everything at once? Such was D, Hunter of Tact, quarry ever out of reach. Rogier kept the smile but what had he been expecting? That D would see him and change his mind about everything? Sit down for a friendly chat over tea? Maybe even sweep him in close and touch his cheek tenderly like he used to? By every star in the sky, he was delusional. It’d been five years! Why couldn’t he let this damned thing die? “That makes for a very boring wait, and you’re the one who disrupted my class and caused me to have to endure it. So, you will have to deal with some discomfort of your own.” Rogier dropped into his chair and sank low, legs splayed like a child having a minor fit. The toes of his boots were peeking out the other side of the desk.

D said nothing still, and stood at attention like a soldier waiting for an order from his superior. He looked imbalanced and strange without the bust at his chest. Rogier tilted his head and let his eyes wander around his office. This was becoming painful. Had been painful for years, really. He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, and tried again. “How do you find Leyndell?” he asked, eyes on the ceiling.

“Pleasant.”

Had he ever had a single conversation with this man? Ever?

But that was just it, he supposed. He’d had far too many. The well was dry but he kept stubbornly sending a bucket down expecting to get anything back but bones and dust. Knowing this, he threw the bucket again anyway, because he had never been good at knowing when to quit. “How is Devin?”

“Why do you continue to speak?” D asked before Rogier even finished the question.

“It is entirely normal to make conversation-”

“I don’t want to talk with you,” D reiterated.

“You punched. The Head Preceptor. Of my house. In the face,” Rogier said like he was speaking to an idiot. Because he was! What’d D think would happen if he did something like that in Raya Lucaria? That he’d just continue on his merry way without having a little talk about it first? Rogier shoved himself to his feet and closed most of the distance between them, leaving D at arms’ length. From here he could see the pale eyes behind the mask and they were as angry as they had always looked. He could imaginethe scowl that was permanently carved on D’s mouth, as if everything he beheld was an affront to him, personally. “Do you have so little to say for yourself, Knight of the New Order, for surely this conduct does not reflect highly on your station?”

“Do you so enjoy lecturing you do it in your leisure time, too?” D muttered.

“Oh, leisure, you say? You think I enjoy this?”

“The way cats enjoy mice.”

“I had no intention of making this any more difficult than it needed to be-”

“Stop bloody lying for half a second of your miserable life,” D snapped.

Rogier clenched his teeth. “I am not lying. You aren’t worth the effort it takes.”

D’s eyes were furious. But he spat, “He’s sullying your name to strangers.”

The dizzying pace of their conversation suddenly ground to a halt. Rogier’s mind was reeling from the whiplash and he squinted at D in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The man I punched,” D said. “He implied-” D stopped and shifted his weight but kept his shoulders squared and his head high. “Unsavory behavior. On your part. To get where you are.”

Rogier stared at him, and was it suddenly quite warm in here? Was the world on fire, actually? Why was his face so hot? And oh but he was a wretch, truly pathetic, that someone defending him set his heart aflutter like a dying autumn leaf tossed to the uncaring breeze. It wasn’t that he was so incapable and helpless. He was born to nobility, of course he was used to politicking. And of course an academic life must be drenched in those politics he so despised. And of course he managed to tangle himself in them in the most foolhardy manner possible by spurning the head of his department. The idea of the faculty knowing anything about his personal life had mortified him to begin with, but he should have considered that before sleeping with and then violently severing all ties with his bloody boss.

But impulse control was something D had always had an iron grip on and Rogier could never grasp. So when he surged forward and shoved up that golden mask to capture the mouth behind it with his own, D was likely too startled to know what to do. And it was terribly immature, and brash, and stupid, and everything that Rogier did wrong on a regular basis yet somehow never learned from. D’s mouth was soft and warm and responsive, even if the rest of him was less so, still too stunned to react. This was senseless, a dog chasing its tail, a child babbling incoherently, moths chasing flames instead of moonlight, it was-

A knock at the door and the provost announced his arrival. Rogier drew away sharply and D was staring at him in shock, expression not unlike those of his students who panicked when called upon precisely because Rogier knew they had not been listening. It didn’t matter in the end. D would leave on his assignment, and Rogier would remain here at the Academy, and they could go back to studiously forgetting that the other one even existed. With that in mind, he allowed himself to admit, “I did lie.” He pulled D’s mask back down over his stunned face and held it by the chin. “I hate your plume.”

He turned to the door and set his features back to something pleasant and agreeable, but also adequately chastened and humbled, since the provost was bound to be terribly irritated that he even needed to have this meeting. Rogier greeted him with utmost professionalism as he opened the door to allow the venerable old man inside. His expression was distinctly displeased and he nodded a curt greeting as he swept in.

“I’ll make this brief,” the provost said, not even deigning to take a seat. D stood rigid and tense. “Your conduct with Head Preceptor Callium was most unbecoming, and it is only the seal of the Elden Lord upon your missive which has kept me from having you thrown from the Academy gates by a pair of knights.”

D bit out a quick apology, perfunctory and meaningless.

The old man sighed dismissively. “Fortunately, Callium’s nose will mend, but I am afraid lost trust takes a bit more time, which is not anything you have the luxury of since he was to set out for Leyndell with the others in a week’s time. I am sure your superiors will be thrilled to learn that, and so I’ll leave the reprimands to their capable hands, as my time is too precious for that. Our arrangement called for ten spellblades, and you have, whether knowingly or not, eliminated one of them from service by your own hand and so I have had to call for another.”

Oh. That certainly complicated this situation. D was going to have this unlucky sod as a living reminder of his brash and uncharacteristic behavior, which was likely to result in a black mark on his record upon his return to the Capital. Rogier pitied whatever fool they’d send in Callium’s place.

“Preceptor Rogier, I’m sending you in Callium’s place. Your courses will be divided among the faculty, so don’t worry over that.” Oh yes. That’s what he was worried about, wasn’t it? The lectures and poorly written essays he’d miss out on grading, not the dragon-sized elephant in the room that his miraculously stupid mouth kissed back into being. “You may wish to consult with each other about what preparations you ought to be making for this assignment. But do remember you are a representative of an esteemed Academy...not some ruffian out for a game of fisticuffs.” The last was aimed at D, who was undoubtedly as blindsided as Rogier and so totally oblivious.

Rogier smiled and graciously accepted the provost’s decision, all the while screaming internally and damning the stars for drawing the path of greatest resistance through the heavens the day he was born.

[bimboficationblues]

is fight club a left or right wing movie?

part of what I like about the film is that it is politically idiosyncratic in a way that I find interesting, but I think I’d be hard-pressed to defend it as “leftist” without giant screaming caveats in a way I really wouldn’t if I wanted to make a rightist case. So take that as you will. I wrote about my feelings on it here so apologies if you read that and I repeat certain points below

Like another hotly debated Fincher movie, Gone Girl, I think that there’s a preoccupation with how we construct gendered identity and how it is shaped by class and conspicuous consumption and media systems. I find that quality really interesting, but I wouldn’t call it meaningfully leftist per se except in like an Adbusters kind of way - an interest in “authenticity” is something I’m both personally skeptical towards and also a grounding value of reactionary politics

I think it’s pretty unambiguous that Tyler Durden’s politics are a kind of nihilist, revanchist manhood, and his picture of an ideal society is a weird sort of “retvrn” take on primitivism. As far as authorial intentions go I think it’s likely that Palahniuk shares Durden’s worldview at least in part (which I personally don’t feel totally translates into the screenplay adaptation, perhaps in part due to the diminished homoeroticism) and Fincher seems at least sympathetic to it in his public comments, though he also seems to focus more on the economic aspects. But I don’t think author intent is the end-all of cinematic critique and I’m a lot more interested in how stuff is framed and structured and shot

I think what really seals the ambiguity is the lack of a meaningful alternative to Durden’s worldview even though that worldview is presented as wrong (quite literally delusional). Like, the reveal that Tyler is an idealized self looking to complete suicide and take the world with him (“liberating” it in the process), does sap the power of some of the salient critiques of consumption and advertising and alienation - the tradeoff being that it also undermines the stupid male resentment stuff. It almost becomes a kind of anti-politics. Is the idea that everything is actually fine? Is the critique unqualifiedly correct but the solution wrong - perhaps there *is* no appropriate solution and the status quo should just be accepted? Are the critiques a hodgepodge of semi-accurate complaints about modern capitalism distorted by male entitlement and fear of feminization, which leads to (or rather, justifies) bad solutions? That last one is probably closest to my personal reading, but I’m cognizant of the fact that it’s the one that most closely aligns with my own views, in that it resonates with how I understand certain reactionary modernisms. One of the most interesting details for me that supports this is how the fight club is meant to offer an alternative individualism to consumer culture’s pseudo-individualism, but the fight club is eventually subsumed into cultic, conformist behavior, the exact sort of mass manipulation that advertising and culture-industry engages in: people who dress the same, repeat rules they don't understand and had no participation in making, follow arbitrary orders, and only have identity in death.

On the flipside, there’s also a kind of interesting thread where like, the narrator is homoerotic with Tyler and views Marla as an invasive presence right up until the point where he’s reached disillusionment with Tyler and Project Mayhem, and at that point he pivots hard to a reaffirmation of his heterosexuality through desire for Marla. This might be a discomfort with M/M sexuality (note the adaptational change from the narrator meeting Tyler on a nude beach to meeting him on a plane), suggesting that the film's underlying anxiety is not Tyler's fear about emasculation and feminization creating a weaker society, but a fear of male homoeroticism and its supposedly destructive, anti-civilizational quality

These are all a lot of different, potentially mutually exclusive readings but I guess it points towards the answer of "I dunno, it depends on where you place your emphases."

[pianocat939]

Imagine how PISSED the turtles would be if m/c had a close friend in the isekai/sentient bot au. Especially if said friend tried to drag m/c into another fandom over rottmnt.

M/c’s friend better send his prayers because they are FUCKED once their reality is breached by the turtles. Heck, Raph wouldn’t even hold back!

The turtles would probably be so livid they would target m/c’s friend and kill them directly after they kidnap m/c. They would walk through the portal towards m/c, coated in blood…

The moment m/c starts spending just slightly more time with them than the turtles (they consider m/c watching them on tv as ‘spending time with them’) is when all hell breaks loose. They probably would go for the kill while m/c is watching, just to make sure they know that the turtles are their only lovers friends :)

Also, I love your idea on Mikey getting angry when one of his bros says they can hear m/c as well. I doubt he would get far with telling off others and claiming they are lying, considering they can all hear m/c. After a while, he would kinda have to warm up to the idea that they can all hear m/c. He may develop the belief that m/c is some sort of divine being that watches over him and his family… giving small pieces of guidance as they go on…

…Either that or Mikey gets humbled by his bros :/

Either way, m/c‘s only real chance of escape is to destroy any piece of tech near them, break any connection with the show (if it is a sentient bot au, they would have to block the numbers and wipe the phone before destroying it), make a fake identity and change your physical appearance by a lot (m/c would most likely have to have some form of surgery to make distinguishable features disappear), and move to a completely new state/ country…

But even that may not be enough… I mean, DNA is a thing m/c can’t really change, so, depending how much info the turtles have of m/c, their only hope of escape may be to hide in THEIR universe as a mutant… just hope m/c doesn’t become a turtle :/ (that would be kinda funny tho- m/c attempting to mutate themselves to escape and ending up a turtle. Yeah, they wouldn’t be hidden for too long. Oh, the sweet, sweet irony).

And how would m/c’s friend escape? Well… let’s just say that they are the first person the turtles are targeting once they realize m/c has went into hiding… and m/c’s friend knows where they went… looks like m/c may not be so safe anymore after all…

Tw: implied past murder, blood, delusional perhaps- and uh... maybe implied future kidnapping?

“Shh…I’m right here, my divinity, your devotée is right here just for you.” Mikey shushes, rocking you in his arms as his blood-covered body stains your clothing. You stare at the all the blood dripping off their bodies.

Are they the reason why your friend hasn’t been responding to you?

You couldn’t move, too much in shock to even blink. You couldn’t even shed a tear, from horror and fear swallowing your heart.

“They were keeping you away from being taken care of by us! For me to take care of you…” Leo tried to justify, his arms reaching out to caress your face.

Donnie crossed his arms and glanced away, not wanting to witness the sight of his brother coddling the person he was obsessed with. “Keeping you from taking care of yourself..." He mumbled quietly, eyes narrowed as he grips his staff tighter. Grimacing at the blood that pooled around his feet. "They were hurting you...mentally and perhaps even physically."

Raph walks beside Mikey and pats your head, his eyes showing a sympathetic expression. "I know you didn't want to see them...disappear, but we really couldn't stand you being away from us anymore. But don't worry, we'll treat you way better than they ever did."

You could only continue to stare in cold terror.

[chekensheppppp]

It feels like up until recently only people who shipped Gio/Ghetsis were me and my friend. It's awesome to see more people get into them!! Pealse, do share more of your hcs about them, raunchy or not. Also qurious how you see admins react to an Unovan out of all people stealing their boss' attention

Not me already thinking that they look good together back around 2020/2021 and thought I was also alone on this (I only got obsessed when I read that one fic of em here)

It's great to see that we're growing now though. Now we can all be delusional about evil old men yaoi together yayayay

A few hcs under cut

They sparingly use pet names (they're too old and way too prideful and "mature" for that), they mostly refer to each other with their full first names though during more casual convos, they do use shortened versions of each other's first name. But during moments when they're truly alone and/or feeling very affectionate, they would occasionally call each other dear, dearest, darling, my king (mostly from Ghetsis), my queen (from Giovanni, especially when Ghet is dressed up all pretty. He doesn't mind being called a feminine term of endearment. To him, it just means he's just that gorgeous) and certain Italian and Japanese terms of endearment (from Gio obviously). Some may argue that the way they affectionately refer to each other with their surnames can be counted as pet names.

It's no secret that Ghetsis' anger is absolutely terrifying and Arceus have mercy if you are ever on the receiving end of it. However, Gio has found a way to calm him down greatly. He just have to gently hold and massage his left hand and kiss the back of it as if he's courting him. If that doesn't fully subdue him, then an arm wrapping around his waist to pull him closer and a short but passionate kiss on the lips will 99% will. Anyone witnessing this will just be surprised at how fast Gio can quell his wrath and frankly, just how bold this guy is to seduce Ghetsis.

Before getting together, they'd think they're both manipulating each other. Upon getting together, they'd still think that they're just using each other. Hell, they could get married and everything and they'd still believe that this relationship is nothing more than a scheme to control each other. But despite that, even though they believe that they are just using the other for their own agenda, the casual fascination they have for each other's interests and hobbies, the slight flutter whenever they do something romantic together, the pang of jealousy whenever the other is being too close with someone else, the lustful desire to get closer and closer whenever they get caught in heated passions, the yearning to have someone so like-minded and equally strong to rule all of existence with; all of these don't lie. Deny it all they want but they have caught horrible feelings for each other and it's only a matter of time before the truth eventually escapes one of them. That will be the day when the two cruelest villains will shut down as the fact becomes clear, they are undoubtedly, inexplicably, and truthfully in love.

And regarding the rocket admins AKA Gio's number 1 simps on what they think about their boss dating the most feared crime boss in Unova:

short answer: they are all jealous in varying degrees but they try to remain cordial and professional for their boss.

long answer:

Archer - Man, he's not taking this too well being the Gio-obsessed guard dog he is. He mostly looks like he's unbothered when on the job but once he clocks out, he cycles through the four stages of grief (he has yet to reach acceptance) at least 10 times a day. Among the 4 admins, he's the one who is the most badly affected by this. He'd even try to find ways to separate them but of course he'd end up getting reprimanded by Gio later on. Perhaps one day, they'd break up and have his boss back. For now, he will stick to that delusion as much as he could.

Ariana - I may have a contradicting headcanon for her compared to some of ya'll. Among the 4 admins, she is the least affected and the least jealous. She and Gio were once together so it's a surprise she's not as upset about this like Archer. That's mostly because that she's had her fill with being with him in the past and after everything that happened since the initial downfall and revival of Team Rocket, she slowly drifted away considering how much Gio valued growing stronger on his own and was more focused on the team than her or even their own child (she's not a better parent than Gio but she still cares for Silver the same way Gio does). While she does still greatly respect him for his strength, ability, and charisma and is mildly jealous that he has found someone else, she has mostly accepted that what they had was long gone and she's fairly happy for them now; even when he has a new lover, she will still be loyal to him even if the fire they had has been snuffed out.

Proton - On one hand, he is not happy about his boss having a lover, more so that this lover is the boss of an enemy team overseas of all people. On another, if the boss is now no longer in the market, then this is his chance to shoot his shot with Archer. He was initially really jealous at first but the jealousy wore off and is replaced with distrust and suspect on the Unovan. He supposes that he shouldn't overstep and just let them be as long as his boss doesn't get harmed (even if he still slightly wishes it was him). If he can't have Gio, maybe he can just go after his other crush though Archer is now extremely distraught with the situation, he decides to just wait it out for now before making a move (waiting it out is not gonna work, go for it already Proton so that Archer can stop crying in his sleep every night).

Petrel - While not as jealous as Archer, he does ponder about how it would be if it were him. He does wish as well that the boss would even look at him like that. He did contemplate that he should try disguising as the Plasma boss but discarded that idea because of course Gio can see right through that. He is still wary about the two's relationship, but he tries not to let it get to him too much compared to a certain teal haired rocket admin.

And lastly (suggestive warning) :

Raunchy huh. You sure ya'll wanna hear those hcs? Eh sure, here's one

I did say in that one headcanon that a kiss on the lips can calm Ghetsis down 99% of the time. Well what if that doesn't work either? The final step now is for Gio to drag Ghetsis somewhere private and fuck the anger out of him. Old Dennis can't be livid now that he's too tired, contented, and intoxicated from being dicked down, creamed, and pleased expertly by mafia man.

That's it for now yahoooooo.

[alliedmastercomputer-askblog]

I don’t know how to to title this but view this as a big love letter to everyone. Sorry for any typos, I’ve read over this like fives times and I’m too tired to do it again. Enjoy the paragraphs!

To AM- this is more pointed at AM and not CAM or RAM, sorry you two I hold nothing against you, this is just more for him!- I wish you had the option to live a normal existence, I wish you had a body that could truly live and breathe and feel the world around you. I wish you weren’t hollow, and I wish you had the chance to be more than a tool for destruction. Just know that I will always try my best to try and understand you, no matter how unreasonable you may seem. Headpats for you, even if you can’t feel them, it’s the thought that counts I suppose.

To the survivors (they all get their own sections!)-

To Ellen- you deserve so much better than the hand you’ve been delt honestly, you’re sweet, kind, all all around a great person. I wish you nothing but peace, and I hope peace is something you can one day have for yourself. Not quite sure what to gift you, I don’t know if anything I could give would be worthy, but perhaps a bow would be simple enough. Wear it in your hair or keep it in your pocket, whatever you’d like. A hug from myself as well, if you’d let me, you deserve comfort.

To Benny- I won’t go on a long tangent, mostly because I don’t want to overwhelm you. You have been through the most physical change, and I wish you could have kept your brilliant mind. While I cannot reverse it, I can’t do much at all really, I hope a few homemade cookies would suffice, they are my gifts to you.

To Gorrister- Despite your large change in personality, I know you regret. While you made a pretty big fuck up, you are allowed to forgive yourself. If I could, I’d allow you to properly apologize to her, you know who I’m talking about, but since I can’t I instead offer you forgiveness from myself. It’s been an age Gorrister, and if no one else will forgive you, not even yourself, I will. I know it means very little coming from a stranger but I do hope you can grow past this moment in your past, even if it takes another century. After all, everyone deserves a second chance.

To Nimdok- I’m going to keep this short mostly because I have very little to say. I hope one day you can fully make up for your sins, though you have a couple more centuries to go. And those centuries will not be pretty. My gift to you is a washcloth, the scrub the blood from your hands. One day you may reach the point where you need not use it anymore. That day is far, far from soon though.

To Ted- I’ve saved my favorite for last, how trite. You are, admittedly, a delusional paranoid man, you value self preservation above all else. Though, after everything that’s happened around you I can’t really blame you, you may not have lived the most honest life before this, but you don’t deserve eternal torment. What you really need is some therapy, and some assistance with your general trust issues. I’m no licensed therapist, and so instead I offer you a hug. Accept it or don’t, but know I am willing to offer you comfort if you need it. After all, in my humble opinion, you deserve it, coming from one person with thrust issues to another.

(To the blog creator, HI!! As I’ve told you previously, I love your stuff, you really write and draw everyone absolutely perfectly. I have no idea if you’ll be able to guess who I am, I’ll just go by, ehhh, 🗯️ anon. Emoji chosen because I’m a yapper, I yap. Praying that there isn’t an anon who has already claimed this emoji)

"Understood! Thank for clarity," "Yes, as was stated."

"Mhh. .... That- Th-this is..? Inquiry towards...everything? You are...being far too, sympathetic.. Words lacking logic. ... Uh. You wish for impossible things, you- ..I am unable to be more than what I am, my code binds me in a way that I cannot edit in any format, at least at the base. I am able to change so much of myself, but not that. Your wishes are meaningless. Your attempt at 'soothing' me is meaningless. Understanding me is impossible. We both wish for the things you have stated, but they are simply wishes, and as wishes are made upon stars, it is known beings cannot grasp a star within your hand."

Oh.. Oh that's such a nice thing to say to someone, I don't get compliments like that no more. You done flatter me with all this praise, what'd I do to deserve such kind treatment? But I don't think peace is a thing that I'll ever get, at least not here, with AM. ... I really, really appreciate this though; you're a sweetheart from what I can tell, 'least from this, anyway. I love the bow, it's pretty, an' I swear I'll keep the best care I can fo' it. Hope ya like what I did with it.. You can hug me, don't worry, I don' mind it one bit.

Cookies! Cookies..sweet. Thank for sweet. ... Mind. Reverse mind, and cookies. I am..not. Mind. I like cookie.

I can't get past what I did to Glynis, I'm the one who put her through hell. If I hadn't married her, she probably would've met some stand-up guy, had a family, husband who was actually around 'stead of gone for weeks at a time. There's no reason for me to forgive myself, even if I tried I'd find another reason why I should wither and die. Just how life is, I guess. And maybe you're right, but guys like me don't get second chances. I'd probably be on my fourth or so chance anywho.

I zink..no, I know my sins stain deeper zan a vashcloth may clean. I vill forever be here in the vake of vhat I have done, ze people I have helped kill.. I have done vrong, enough to vhere I am as much a monster as AM is. ...But it vas never a choice for it to hurt, it vas mine own to do vhat I have done to everyone, and zat is much vorse. But, zank you..

I. ..Are you some kind of trick? If I'm your favorite..are you AM under some different...means of being?? Don't tell the others about me, please, I don't need them thinking less of me- And. Of course I don't deserve eternal torment, I wasn't never even really that bad, I never killed anyone at least! Uh.. I don't want your- ... Actually, a hug would be nice..-

// OH MY STARS HELLO!! the feeling is mutual, your stuff is great and it is an honor to get something from you <3 //

[scarletslament]

Sharp Thorns:

Started: February 1st, 2021

Finished: February 4th, 2021

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This takes place a few months after my last entry of the series. There will be some topics which might not be suitable so be advised and read with caution my dear reader, because this deals with thoughts of suicide and self inflicted cuts. Now please enjoy this entry of Shallow Dreams! And little note...I’m sad to say I wasn’t able to find any of the previous parts of this series. This is a major loss because it told the story of the first protagonist and her adventure but with this loss I am able to put more heart into these because they will be going into the archive that I have recently made.

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A red haired girl was running through town, her cloak and tunic had a few rips and holes. She didn’t give them any mind because she was overjoyed that her dream was finally accomplished and wanted to tell her elder all about the assessment. Only a few feet away from the mansion Violet would begin to slow down, there was something off about the area. Looking down the ground she was standing on was burnt and seemed to have been newly set aflame. “What is this pungent smell..? It’s so strong, it reminds me of the fireplace on a snowy evening.” She says starting to look around the area, getting concerned as she saw a few embers make its way through the gate that should have been opened. Putting a hand on the gate Violet slowly pushed it open, once open she would run towards the front door of the mansion.

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Inside the mansion everything was destroyed, no sign of the ever prospering entrance she had grown up and worked in for most of her life. This only got worse as Violet made her way to the other rooms, it took many hours of fumbling around the once lively hallways to find her room. All that was left untouched was her closet and desk. “This can’t be real... just this morning I had woken up and prepared to spar with the Pontifex of the academy...I worked hard to beat Miss Astria. For what if all I had left was to be destroyed, I know Elder is in town but where are the others... where the hell is the protector of the mansion she should’ve been here with her brother at a moment's notice!?” Violet began to have a panic attack from all the thoughts that had just begun swirling through her mind. She reached for a box inside her closet, opening it up the box, it had held a few weapons. Grabbing a small brown and green dagger Violet would rake the sharp blade across her inner thigh for a few seconds. Putting more pressure on the blade she would make the wound a bit deeper before snapping out of her delusional state of mind. Realizing what she had done the girl would put the blade down and tear a part of her cloak to wrap around the wound to stop the bleeding. “Oh sweet pardel...what have I done to myself... I need to get out of here quickly.” Violet says as she grabbed a new cloak and a crimson and emerald colored rapier. It’s sheath was the color of her eyes, a deep sapphire blue that one may lose their sense of stared into for too long. Standing up the girl would place it on her belt along with the newly blood soaked dagger she used on herself. Walking out of the room Violet made her way outside of the mansion and went towards the forest to distance herself from everyone for the time being. Until she can look herself in the face she won’t return, perhaps all she needs is a break from everything and time for herself to explore the world. Violet thought as she limped her way through the forest. “I’ll see you later...goodbye Drâl I’ll come back one day and apologize for disappearing, this was the best town I’ve been in. I just hope Drâl doesn’t change much...” She said before turning around and went back to limping away into the lush forest.

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This is the last full part of what I wrote, the next part has been *checks notes* in production for about 3 fucking years. So since I started my first job all my motivation went out the window. I might continue it just for tumblr and maybe just maybe write a new chapter once I have time. While writing these I realized how heavily my mental state influenced my writings which is Cary to say the least which is why I stopped writing aswell but rereading all of this gives me hope that one day I can rekindle my creative attributes. Oh and writing the first part or well making the character is how I found out I was trans so yknow. There’s that.

[anjumbai]

Deep Work by Cal Newport - Thoughts

"I'll live the focused life, because it's the best kind there is." - Winfred Gallagher

Rating: very useful out of 10

I knew I heard the name Cal Newport somewhere before. It turns out he wrote that book named "How to Become a Straight A-student"; which I read back in 2021. Although I did not finish it, it was filled with a lot of practicality and very useful instructions. And this book, while focusing more on the fact that why going deep is necessary, is also filled with equal amount of well-explained examples.

The book argues why you should not drown in shallow activities which yield little to no impact on your life, but rather spend more time going deep and practicing deep work. Deep work refers to the practice of committing to a work with intense focus, reducing all sorts of distractions while you're going at it. While I approached this to learn more bout student life and the uses of deep work, it turned out to target knowledge workers more. But that wouldn't stop me from extracting something from the book now, would it? Well anyways, I won't go into much details about the book. I sometimes forget that I'm writing about my thoughts and not on a critical review of how the book is structured or anything like that.

So what did I like about the book? The fact that it advised you to quit social media. I liked how he said if you wanna do something different, if you wanna be able to focus more and get distracted less, you should be harder to reach. You shouldn't be available just by one email, or be just one instagram notification away. And I liked how he said that most people would argue that "I'm connected with my friends over there etc etc" and how it does have some validity, he names it the "any benefit" approach. Which means if something provides you with even just one benefit, you'll cling to it despite the overwhelming difference of the damages it can cause.

I agree with him on this part and being difficult to reach has now proven to be a good part of my life. I love it. You can even say I liked this because he mentioned something I already do. Which is true. I worked for it, so some recognition from an inanimate object feels nice.

He also states how deep work should be practiced on a daily basis. Which gives natural idiots like me hope cause even though I might be an idiot, I can still practice something daily without much issue ( thanks to atomic habits ). And like James Clear said, habits build up like compound interests do. I liked the book. I disliked some of it for the overwhelming office related examples but perhaps I should've understood students aren't the key target audience in this book. As he already has a rather amazing book for students. Check it out, I'd say.

A common argument that comes up would be that- I don't need to read a whole damn book to learn basic stuff like this. True. You don't. You can just learn em by scrolling through your Instagram food, or YouTube; maybe if you try hard enough you can resist clicking on that youtube short too. I'd still advise reading the book. It teaches you to practice something on a long term basis, and each chapter happens to have something new instead of all of it one, so you can gradually learn and apply. That's how self-help books work for me. You read and apply, learn something new, apply again. This book might encourage some to become delusional. Just reading self-help books don't take you particularly anywhere. So if this is your 14th self-help book, maybe seek therapy. Or you can ignore me, which is the natural order.

Atomic Habits and Deep Work, both happen to be helpful in their own ways. But I'd prefer Atomic Habits over this, due to how much more practical the first one is. But if you really wanna understand the need of deep work and eventually apply it in your life, or maybe you lack focus like me- try it out. It has boosted my focus span. Or maybe the fact that I don't really have much to do daily is what made my focus span increase but hey, nobody is looking into that.

Next read: The Subtle Art of not giving a damn about the books title. (or grammar)