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celestiaras · 10 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ making a run for it ]❜

ft. mysta rias, ike eveland, vox akuma, shu yamino, luca kaneshiro (separate) x gn! reader — luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ how difficult is it to escape from them?┊3k words

contains: yandere!! obsessive & possessive behavior, kidnapping & isolation, chains, mention of death, delusions, forced physical affection, overuse of the word “love”, overprotectiveness, probably inaccurate vox lore, possibly ooc, not proofread or beta-read, this is a train wreak of sewn together thoughts

➤ author's note: the image quality is so bad ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ i don’t watch luxiem that much and don’t really write for them as a result, but that should change because they are cuties

you lost track long ago of how many days it’s been since you’ve been captured, morning and night blurring together since your enclosure had no windows— it must have been nearly a year since you remember him saying something about your first anniversary coming up. the cold metal cuff around your ankle was just as heavy as when it was first fastened, the chain just long enough for you to reach the corners of the room and the bathroom while being fastened to the leg of his bed. you had every inch of it memorized and explored: the books were worn from being read so many times, the area was spotless without a speck of dust because you kept cleaning the place up, and the most excitement you ever got was from another movie getting added to the streaming service on the television since he didn’t let you have any access to the internet.

just like a bird in a cage, you’ve been locked away and isolated for only your captor’s eyes at night when he comes home from his daily activities. you no longer had any other purpose in the world than to be his to adore and admire, to spoil with material gifts that couldn’t fill the empty hole in your heart, and to be the object of his delusions that you feel the same. the thought of remaining here for the rest of your life as his ‘lover” made you shudder and feel sick to your stomach, a thought that you simply couldn’t get used to even though all hope seemed to be lost. you missed your family and friends dearly, already beginning to forget their faces and the sound of their laughter to your horror. you had to escape somehow no matter what the cost may be, preferably alive and fully intact, but you had no idea if their love for you would be greater than their rage when they found you missing.

━━━ .°˖✧ mysta rias ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ once you had a general idea of what you do, you were a bit hesitant to put it in motion since you didn’t have the specifics in mind and terrified that it would all go wrong with how flimsy it was, but you would never be able to leave if you didn’t take courage. however, if you knew that it would have been so easy and that everything went exactly as you planned, you would have done it ages ago. you couldn’t describe the euphoria you felt when the warm rays of the sun kissed your skin and the gentle breeze welcomed you to the outdoors, practically skipping off to make your long-awaited escape. truly, you were a fool to think it would have been so simple when you were up against a genius detective.

╰₊✧ maybe mysta let you run away on purpose just so that he could drag you back for the fun of it, would you believe it? running away was the easy bit, the real challenge is staying away. despite his laid-back and careless attitude, he’s quite the sadist who loves the image of happiness draining from your eyes and being re-filled with sheer terror when he finds you in the next country over. you’ll be completely helpless against him as he drags to back to his home, tearing you apart from new loved ones just as he did before. it’s so easy for him to destroy all the optimism of being free and sinking back into the despair of being his. it doesn’t matter how much you try to cover your tracks, how far you run, how much you alter your appearance with an identity change, he’ll track you down because the red string of fate always brings him back to you.

you can’t help but feel cold when he holds you, useless as the feeling of desolation rendered you unable to fight against him. you just let yourself be limp and wallow in how pathetic you are, trying to muffle your cries against his shoulder even though you soaked the orange fabric. he didn’t even bother saying any words of comfort and just patted your head your head with his gloved hands, but you both knew that it was an empty gesture that wouldn’t console you in the slightest. there was nothing he could due to make you feel better when he’s the source of all of your woes, so he doesn’t really bother with it.

for any normal person, the tears of their partner would shatter their heart to pieces, especially if they were the reason for it. they would apologize, buy gifts, and do anything they could to show their remorse because they love them. mysta loves you too, he loves you so much, but he loved your misery even more. there’s nothing that he enjoys more than your teary eyes like little crystals brimming over and the cute little sobs you would let out while trying to hide how much he influenced your emotions. he’s sick, so sick, but there’s nothing that could cure him, not even attempts to snap him out of his cruel ways and make him love you in a healthy manner.

━━━ .°˖✧ ike eveland ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ a man with intelligence, but no remarkable prowess to stop you from leaving. he doesn’t have extraordinary deduction skills like mysta, magic like shu, an influence like luca, or inhuman powers like vox, but he has his own charms that work in his favor and keep you by his side. he’s just so… sweet and gentle. you can feel his love radiating in his actions and his words, almost making you forget about the fact you were being held captive entirely. his kindness is the main hurdle, making guilt pool in your stomach because you feel like you were betraying his kindness when he took care of you and treated you like a queen.

╰₊✧ you thoroughly believe that you would have fallen in love with him properly if given the time to do so, but unfortunately, he turned out to be batshit crazy and no amount of bonding is enough to make you completely forget that. once your resolve is solidified that it wasn’t love he felt for you but was instead pure unaltered obsession, putting your plot into action feels more possible. it’s more difficult than escaping from the detective who purposely let you go, but if you manage to outsmart the novelist, you’ll finally find yourself free.

he whistles as he walks down the corridor, holding a silver tray in his hands that has a glass of strawberry lemonade and two decadent slices of cake in your favorite flavor. there’s nothing like spending time with the one he loves the most and a sweet treat in the mid-afternoon, a little pep in his step to show just how excited he is for this routine that occurs about twice a week. in his satchel, he holds a few novels that he thinks you would enjoy and will be asking for your thoughts about the previous books he gave you as he always does. everything was perfect from the weather to his mood to your love life, he doesn’t think anything would be able to ruin it.

at least he thought there wasn’t anything that could ruin it, unable to explain how far his heart dropped when he couldn’t find you anywhere. he ran about the manor in a frenzy, thoroughly searching through every room and crevice while calling out your name. rushing back to your shared bedchamber to properly examine the scene of the crime where he last saw you, he realized that the chain had been broken somehow. he felt dizzy and ill, falling into an armchair and throwing his head back to try and make the world stop spinning.

he couldn’t believe this was happening after everything was going so well! did he do something wrong? did he upset you or offend you in some way? he racks his brain for anything he might have said or done for you to leave him, so deep in his delusions of true love that he doesn’t even consider the fact that kidnapping you and holding you against your will for about a year would have anyone running for the hills. maybe you would come back on your own, finding it in your heart to forgive him and return to be his again? who is he kidding, you’ll never come back unless he looks for you himself! he’ll go and give you flowers and chocolates, and if you still reject him, he’ll simply persist until you remember how much you love him! he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth to remind you of your relationship with him because the two of you were always meant to be together!

━━━ .°˖✧ shu yamino ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ similar to ike, shu is a very smart and clever person, but unlike the novelist, he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. for instance, his home is laced with so many traps that are installed by his magic, like a temple straight out of indiana jones to protect his treasure. of course, he is the only one who can enter and exit as he pleases— the protection spell isn’t just there to keep you in, it’s also there to keep anyone who may be looking for you out. once he detects that someone is in his property, a simple snap of his fingers teleports you somewhere else until they leave. sometimes you find yourself in an abandoned city or the middle of a grassy field without warning, terrified but unable to find help no matter how far you try to run. wherever you are, he always knows the exact location and can summon you back just as easily as he banished you.

╰₊✧ he acts as though nothing happened, chatting just like he did before you found out his true colors. you can hardly even tell that he has such a manic love for you, remaining awkward as ever while referencing memes that you’ll never understand since you don’t have any interaction with the outside world. he isn’t half as delusional as the other boys, knowing that his affection for you is completely unrequited and will never be reciprocated, yet he still did it anyway because he just couldn’t help himself. you don’t understand this enigma of a man in the least bit, shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t completely alter the course of your life and give you lasting trauma, but at least he doesn’t force affection on you… which is the bare minimum and you are still set on leaving.

the creaking of the door was enough to make you panic a bit, filling the disturbingly quiet house. you weren’t quite sure where shu was, but if he wasn’t with you, then he wasn’t here at all. this was the first time you had left the room and the first time you were exploring the house since you were unconscious when he brought you in. it looked standard, like your average, run-of-the-mill home that you would see in television shows, and impossible to guess that there was a prisoner inside. as a result, it was pretty easy to navigate the place and you found what you thought was the exit within minutes. you found a set of keys hidden in a living room drawer and decided to test them out in the front door, not knowing of the traps and naively thinking it would be simple.

unable to contain your excitement, you prepared to inset the first one into the knob, but before it even touched it, the sound of alarms like a thousand cymbals blaring through your ears and making you drop everything from the surprise. you had no idea where the noise was coming from nor did you know how to stop it, quickly dawning on you that you fucked up. running towards a nearby window, you attempted to push it up to climb out of it, but it only seemed to make the sound louder. when you saw a neighbor walking by with a dog, you tried banging on the glass to grab their attention, but it was like you were a ghost and they continued on with their day not knowing they were being begged for help. clearly, his magic was surrounding and you were too stupid to remember that, seeing flames of purple beginning to form near you and signifying that he was home to see what the commotion was about. you can only hope that he won’t be too upset with you.

━━━ .°˖✧ vox akuma ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how unlucky are you to be the object of the great voice demon’s affections! he rarely ever lets you out of his sight as being a demon in the modern era means that he too must stay hidden from the public eye. it’s suffocating being under his observant eye, something as much as blinking doesn’t go under his radar. since he isn’t human, his senses are heightened with him being to hear so much as a floorboard creaking or smell the blood of you getting a paper-cut from a different room, leading him to be able to just sense your presence no matter where you are since you’re never far from him anyways. you don’t quite understand it, but what you do understand is that it makes escape much more difficult.

╰₊✧ he’s just so overprotective of you and you get it, having heard the story of his clan and how he lost them when they were all so dear to him, but it’s no excuse for his extremely possessive behavior. you can’t even remember the last time you’ve been outside and touched grass that wasn’t in his garden. he’s always by your side and never leaves unless you need to use the restroom or something, like a guard dog that doesn’t understand boundaries, yet even dogs could be forgiven for not knowing any better. the only time you don’t feel watched is when he’s asleep, with an arm thrown around you, but unconscious nonetheless.

you were more aware of every shift of his body and every breath he took than you would be if he was really your lover, unable to get a second of rest when being coddled like this. you feared that if you squirmed at all, he would automatically tighten his grip around you, but was pleasantly surprised when you were able to wiggle free. hearing him grunt made your heart stop, but he stayed asleep until you tried to get off the bed and stepped on the ground. hearing him ask where you were going made you sweat bullets, but you just said you were off to get a glass of water.

unfortunately, he decided to get up himself to go get it for you, leaving you sitting on the Alaskan king-sized mattress thinking about your fate. you doubt that you’ll ever get away from him, he’ll just track you down and bring you back. the world is massive, but so is he and you won’t make it very far. you can’t hide from a demon, not for long enough to sigh in relief anyway. if walking on wood with bare feet was enough to wake him from his slumber, hearing you open a door or window would be enough to have him running.

━━━ .°˖✧ luca kaneshiro ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ your prison is a palace dusted with gold, you’re served the finest food on silver platters, you’re decorated with jewels that are worth millions, but the splendor isn’t enough to distract you from the fact that you’re a prisoner. normally, you could only dream of living in a place like this where you’re doted on by a lover and spoiled rotten with whatever you want, yet you would do anything to trade this life for the people he had his men wipe off the face of the earth to have you to himself. it can’t be a paradise when you know it’s stained with the blood drawn by a mafia family.

╰₊✧ escape is next to impossible, as expected of the kaneshiro family. hidden cameras watch your every step and guards are lined up in every hallway to make sure that no one aside from their masters gets in or out, armed with weapons that they wouldn’t hesitate to use if necessary. even if they have strict orders not to use them against you for any reason, they are still allowed to use physical force to bring you back and any injuries will be regarded as collateral damage.

your legs dragged across the polished marble floors of the hall since you refused to walk back to your room, carried by two burly men in suits who caught you trying to run away for the -nth time. just like all previous attempts, you were caught within five minutes, which is an improvement to last time yet still not even close to enough to reach the pearly gates of freedom. knowing that you’ll need more then double of that to get out is disheartening, but everyone knows that you’re going to try again. you’ve learned that it really doesn’t cost anything to make a run for it, they don’t even punish you for it since luca loves you too much for that so they just throw you back on the bed before leaving.

there are a few bruises from their rough handling, but nothing too serious. you’d be willing to walk out of there with a broken arm if needed, you just wanted to go home and see the remaining few who weren’t picked off by the mafia again. later that day, you’ll be gifted with new dresses and shoes that shimmer in the light of the grand chandelier of your room to try and convince you to stay, however, there isn’t any use for such items if others couldn’t see it as well. if you keep trying, you’ll make it a little further as you learn from your mistakes, maybe even one of his men will feel pity for you or get sick of your antics and just let you go. you’ll only know if you keep trying.

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freesia-writes · 6 months ago

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Ch 38: Festival #2

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Song: “All I Want” by Kodaline

A few more weeks passed, rather uneventfully. Hunter immersed himself in work as he waited for… something. They had been on the island for more than two years at this point, and yet he felt as though he were just as wobbly-legged as the day they’d arrived. His family seemed to have no trouble whatsoever, having settled into their various niches with some struggles amid the overarching contentment. Wrecker was busier than ever, undertaking such a large expansion project at the school that he’d had to recruit an entire team to work alongside him, and his architectural creativity had grown through the years of experience.

Tech was still “freelancing”, as they’d come to call it, and his days consisted of adventuring with Phee, providing technical help around the island, and pursuing various research endeavors for the pure joy of it. He’d come up with a way to genetically modify some of the local crops to solve a few of the problems that had plagued them, and he found himself obsessing over the next possibility in that area.

Echo had never been happier, thoroughly established as the island expert in all things military, training, and defense, and his program had been refined through class after class of participants, many of whom were now coming from other islands to take part. A handful of students caught his attention in each batch, and he had eventually pieced together a special defense team for the island. He called them The Fives Force.

Crosshair’s involvement at the observatory had been consistent and bearable enough that he’d accepted a full-time position, where he sincerely enjoyed the mix of nature, precision, and company that it offered as he worked alongside the elderly Xyloan and the younger Zygerrian, whose leonine features and sharp wit intrigued him. Crosshair had kept his distance for a long time out of sheer repulsion for all that his people stood for. The Zygerrian, however, agreed entirely with the clone’s assessment of his planet and its practices – thus the reason he’d been exiled. His intelligence was as helpful as it was intriguing, but most of all, Crosshair appreciated his ability to work in complete silence for hours on end.

The warm months were in full swing as the next Festival approached, when the locals celebrated the annual event of all three moons being full at once. As before, visitors from across the planet began to fill the island; everyone from families to vendors to entertainers were contributing to the general air of excitement as the day approached.

Finally, it was time. The Xyloans conducted their ritual procession, followed by music and dancing, and the smells of a million different foods filled the Town Square. Hunter leaned back in his seat at the large table his family had claimed, resisting the urge to cover his ears as he leisurely observed every unique individual that made up the enrapturing tapestry of the crowd. The rest had ventured out for fun and games, leaving him alone with Crosshair and a shared enjoyment of relative quiet.

“You look like you’re ready for bed,” Crosshair said from beside him, a smirk on his thin lips.

“Well, it’s nearly eight o’clock,” Hunter deadpanned, exchanging a warm look with his brother, who chuckled under his breath.

“Maybe we should rile up the crowd with some of our ‘demonstrations’,” Crosshair suggested, referring to their sparring practices for the Academy that occasionally still turned into legitimate scuffles.

“I’ll demonstrate you all over the place,” Hunter grinned, suddenly slinging an arm around Crosshair’s neck, bringing it down beside his chest and rubbing his knuckles back and forth in the short, silver hair that he’d grown over the last couple of years. The indignation spluttering from beneath his arm was increasing in vitriol to the point where Hunter was concerned for the rage that awaited him when he actually did let the sniper go. But the appearance of a tall, feline creature shocked him into releasing him.

“I must be interrupting something important,” he said, lips curved as he Crosshair sat up. The sniper’s face went completely white as he scrambled to fix his hair then realized how he looked in the process. With a last few attempts to smooth it all down, he rose to his feet far too quickly, and Hunter stifled a chuckle as he heard his brother cursing under his breath.

“Nothing,” Crosshair said, his pulse quickening subtly as he brushed off the front of his shirt. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“I didn’t either,” the Zygerrian said with a shrug. “But my apartment is too hot so I figured I’d get some fresh air… and a chalupa.”

“What the kriff is a chalupa?” Crosshair asked, pulling his signature toothpick from a pouch and slipping it between his teeth with an air of forced nonchalance.

“Want to come and see?” he invited, his slanted eyes sliding from him to Hunter. “I’m Ky’tal,” he introduced, offering him a pawlike hand which Hunter shook as he stood beside him.

“Hunter. Nice to meet you. We’ve heard a bit about you… your work at the observatory,” he corrected quickly as he felt Crosshair’s eyes burning into the side of his head. “Thanks for putting up with him.” He jerked his head at his brother.

“He’s pretty handy himself,” the tall feline purred, flickering a glance with unmistakable warmth in Crosshair’s direction. “Would you like to join us?” Hunter pressed his lips together as he felt the wave of emotion from the sniper, and he shook his head affably.

“Thank you though,” he offered, sinking back into his chair at the now-empty table as the two of them disappeared toward the food trucks. He took a deep breath, reaching up to free his hair from the messy bun atop his head, and ran his fingers through it a few times, relishing the relief as it fell around his face. He’d chosen a thin button-up shirt that had apparently grown too small during his excessive workout phase with Luciana, and it clung to the muscles in his shoulders and arms as he reached above his head to finish massaging his scalp.

A nearby crash caught Hunter’s attention as Lyra dropped one of the plates she was carrying, having been watching his effortlessly attractive movements as she approached. A curse fell from her lips as she looked at the mess around her feet in absolute disbelief that the simple sight of him in such a position had momentarily short-circuited her brain. Frantically looking for a nearby table to set the remaining plate on, she was pulling a handful of napkins from her bag when Hunter turned to see her a few feet away.

“Damnit, no, don’t look,” she spluttered, scooping up what chunks of food she could salvage and tossing them into a nearby trash can. Hunter couldn’t help but laugh.

“Need some help?”

“No,” she said indignantly, flinging the last bit of napkin off her now-sticky fingers and looking at him as though it were his fault. All things considered, it kind of was his fault, although he had no idea. Finally done with her panicked clean-up, she picked up the one remaining plate and stood pathetically in front of him. “I got… I got one for you… Because you loved it last time… And to say thank you, again… But I know you said don’t worry about it… But… Kriff, never mind.” Her exasperation won out, and she turned to go, cheeks unmistakably red.

“Come here,” Hunter said, a mixture of playful familiarity and warm invitation in his voice. “Come on, sit.” He patted an empty seat beside him, which she slowly perched herself on as though it could collapse any second. He hadn’t been intentionally avoiding her for the last few weeks, it had just been easy to… well, avoid her, as he went about his business. It had been his hope that some uneventful time spent in the mundane rhythm of daily life would afford him some clarity, and yet he hadn’t had a moment of peace since it all hit the turbine on that fateful evening.

“I just… I don’t know how to act around you anymore,” she confessed, finally relaxing back into her seat a bit with a hand over her face. “I’m not very good at being ‘chill’, you know?” She laughed at her own words with a self-conscious cringe.

“Don’t worry about it,” he soothed, and she took a deep breath, then unwrapped her fork and spoon from the napkin they were tied in.

“Fine,” she said, sticking a spoon in his direction. “Want to share this plate with me, then? It’s that combination of meat and veggies and pita bread we had…”

He considered her for a moment, then took the proffered utensil and helped himself to the delicious array, mumbling his thanks as they took a few bites in silence.

“I feel like I need something cute or witty to say, but I’ve got nothing, but I also don’t want you just sitting here listening to my chewing,” she began, blushing immediately at his fondly incredulous look.

“First of all, it’s so loud here that I’m not just listening to you chew,” he pointed out, and she glanced down with a shake of the head.

“I still don’t know how your ‘enhancements’ work.”

“Second of all,” he continued, irresistibly drawn to her with every fiber of his being as he dipped his head to entice her eyes to fix on his. The reward of her defenseless gaze struck him to the core, and he lingered before finishing his thought. “You don’t need to be anything or anyone to me.”

“But what if–” She stopped and averted her eyes. “Never mind. How’s the food?”

“No,” he pressed, lighthearted yet intent on her words. “What if what?”

She sighed, took a deep breath, and looked up to face him fully. “What if I want to be someone to you?”

He was surprised at her forwardness, and his eyebrows climbing up his forehead did nothing to hide the fact. Her cheeks were a deep red now, and she was muttering at her plate. He was grateful for those ‘enhancements’ as he made out her words.

“...said to say it. Told me to be bold. Easy for him to say…not him having to do it.”

Her complete and total fluster was disproportionately endearing to him, and he felt a surge of bravery as he sat up, reached forward, and gently bent a few fingers beneath her chin, inviting her to meet his eyes again. She gave in immediately, mouth slightly open at the sudden intimacy of the gesture. A wave of tingles crashed through him as well, and he fought to keep his mind on his words.

“Who told you?” he asked, the hint of a crooked smile teasing one of his cheeks as his eyes softened into hers.

“One of the Elders,” she said, her head stock still as though the touch of his index finger had her in a trance. “They offer ‘readings’ at each Festival, where they… kinda predict your future…” He hadn’t thought it possible for her to blush any more, and yet he could feel the increasing heat radiating from her face. “He told me to speak my mind… to you.”

Hunter slowly lowered his hand from her chin, heart fluttering in his chest at her admission as she buried her face in her hands. Yet he could see her smile peeking out from the cracks, and he found his own mirth growing as he watched her, delighted.

“I should have made him do it himself,” she said from behind her hands, her words muffled and indignant. He laughed, each passing second inviting him deeper into the exuberant joy that was threatening to burst out from the carefully guarded cage of disbelief and doubt that he’d locked it in.

“I think I’d rather hear it from you,” Hunter said quietly, drawing her out of hiding as she looked at him.

“I just… I miss you,” she confessed, every word precious to him. “I don’t know if things can ever be the same… And I’m sorry…” She hung her head, eyebrows arched in sadness and regret now. “I understand if the trust is irreparably broken.”

He carefully rested his fork and knife on the table, fingers loosely clasped around each as his gaze drifted over the mild curves of her brown hair where it had fallen slightly over her face. He didn’t know either, if he were honest. It felt foolish and risky. And yet somehow not at all? They’d both kept things from each other, for good reasons. But what if there was more? He didn’t sense that there was, and yet he’d made so many foolish and careless mistakes recently, both in his leadership of his squad and in his personal life, that he was feeling less and less confident in his abilities to make the right choice in any given situation. She returned her gaze to him with a softness and compassion that made him feel weak.

“Either way… I just want you to be happy,” she whispered with absolute conviction.

He couldn’t speak, overwhelmed with the way he felt irresistibly driven to a single conclusion that he was scared to admit. A crystallizing moment of clarity crashed over him as he realized the root of it… fear. He was afraid… of making the wrong decision, of not being vigilant enough, of letting others down, of being… hurt. And yet somehow, when he allowed himself to think of the supreme comfort, contentment, and joy he’d felt with her, all the doubts seemed to fade behind the warmth and peace of reassurance.

His hand seemed to move of its own accord, releasing the fork and reaching for hers. A question.

He touched the back of her hand, which she instinctively turned over. An invitation.

His heart flipped in his chest as his fingers slid perfectly between hers, both hands gently relaxing around each other.

Acceptance.

They finished their meal, which was enjoyable but not entirely filling, and perused the rest of the food vendors, looking at the offerings but not really focusing on what they were seeing. Hunter held her hand snugly, occasionally pulling her closer as the crowd jostled all around. It was hilariously awkward and comfortable all at once; they’d share some quiet words and then fall silent. Sheepish and content. They grabbed some basic wraps that they could eat as they walked, and without discussion they found themselves heading out of the Town Square to a quiet little clearing of trees with some houses surrounding it. There was a gentle glow from the windows of the homes nearby, as well as a large log that provided an ideal seat.

Gazing at the lights from the Festival, they wrapped up their snacks. Hunter wanted her to settle into him, to feel the warmth and weight of her body. He wasn’t sure why, other than an ever-increasing desire for the comfort they’d had with one another. It had been a tumultuous journey, but his doubts and hesitations had been repeatedly smoothed over by the constant reflection in his mind, the advice of others, and, most importantly, the consistent, reassuring gut feeling that had settled deep within.

Some bushes rustled and branches cracked nearby, startling him out of his rumination, and he immediately zeroed in on its source. A fathier ambled out into the clearing, slow and steady. It was fairly old, judging by the way it moved and the graying hairs around its muzzle, and there was something immensely soothing about it. Lyra rose to her feet with a little “oh” of delight, approaching it respectfully and offering her hand, which it snuffled inquisitively. She looked back at Hunter.

“Want to ride up to the observatory and see some kind of crazy nature phenomenon and go on a wild cave adventure and find some magical glowing flower that radically changes your life in inexplicable ways?” she offered, cheeks curved in a mischievous smile.

He stretched, then came to stand beside her, running a hand along the animal’s furry neck before meeting her gaze. A gentle breeze rustled through the tree canopy and brushed his hair out of his face. He took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing a bit, and gave the animal a tiny push with his hand, inviting it to continue on its way.

“Absolutely not,” he grinned.

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thedrowdruid · 1 month ago

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So since I'm posting her a lot on here, I thought I'd make a little post talking about Nephiah. Who knows, maybe there's some other Tumblrite who's as obsessed with her as I am!

As you may have gleaned from her art, Nephiah is a drow druid tav from Menzoberranzan. She's from House Qil'oussiryn, ranked 15th in the city (don't ask about the math to get that number, it took forever), or around the peak of upper middle class. I've always imagined Menzo as having a strong ruling merchant nobility, so her family are very influential gemstone merchants, some of the wealthiest in the city, or Neph a very highborn noble.

She's the youngest (and favorite) of nine siblings direct in line for the Matron throne. Thus, she wasn't set to inherit the House, and was generally pretty flippant, spoiled and noncompetitive by drow standards. Why bother trying when your eldest twin sisters are stronger than you and going to take over anyway?

She was enrolled in Arach-Tinilith like Any Good Female Drow, but her heart was never really in it. She's meh on religion and not big on school. As such, her magic... never truly came from Lolth. There's an impressive overlap between the between the drow priestess standard spell block and the druid spell list; Nephiah managed by knowing the shared spells perfectly and skipping the ones she just couldn't seem to learn. However, Lolth wasn't really looking forward to having a non-priest in, you know, her clergy. Since nobody else had noticed Neph's affinity for ecology by this point, she yoinked away all her magic at basically her graduation exam/ceremony.

(please note "affinity for ecology" =/= "likes the outdoors". Neph likes fine clothes and an extremely controlled underground climate. She almost fainted when she realized the sun exists and also ruins your skin and clothes. She hates rain and snow. She's the worst druid to ever druid.) Neph's self-worth spiraled downward hard and through a very very long series of events (namely being forced by her family to be a Seductress Femme Fatale Lesbian Assassin of sorts with yandere-level attachment issues and losing her best friend.) she ended up trying to Surface. Unfortunately for her, she got captured by a bunch of Absolutist drow and then all the Nautiloid stuff happened.

However, give a drow 200 years of bad coping mechanism experience, and they'll be great at hiding it! Neph is incredibly arrogant and haughty, used to always getting her way. You either obey or get out the way. She won't just execute you if you tick her off, so she's actually nice by Menzo standards, but she will make your life living hell.

I forgot to change her stats in my rush to start the game, so she wound up with an 8 int, which manifested as sheer unwillingness to listen to anyone or anything or critically think ever (particularly about her own religion). It's not super obvious at first, as she's very refined and eloquent from being Highborn. However, she has her himbo moments still! You think she knew what grass or dogs or the sun was beyond an Eldritch Surface Horror Beyond her Comprehension? No. And good luck trying to get her to understand wordplay not in Undercommon or Elvish because she did not pay attention in Common lessons. Despite having high wis/insight and being able to read people like books, she's so oblivious to social customs, too.

Another fun thing about Neph is she is the most raging misandrist you ever meet. Incredibly dismissive, fully expects all 'males' to basically bend the knee to her every whim. It was so bad that Gale didn't even try to flirt with her. Her and Astarion share ideas on autonomy and just generally being Horrible but Neph also didn't see him beyond his usefulness as a locksmith. Wyll was well-mannered and fascinating in how Good Alignment he is, but all she wanted from him was lessons on Baldurian culture and a connection in their politics. Because if a man has to be in political power, he ought to have a woman telling him how to do it, smh. She's like the female inverse of an alpha male podcaster, it's awful.

This all meant whether I finished a questline did not depend on the reward or nature of the quest itself, but whether a woman was involved. If it's a man asking for help? He better pay up handsomely. But don't you worry miss of COURSE she'll save you from a burning building.

To wrap this little ramble up, was it any surprise she ended up absolutely infatuated with Shadowheart? Absolutely not. They had a LOT of work to do to get their relationship functional to say the least.

So, hooray! You know a little more about Neph now, the horrible little drow she is. I've hyperfixated on her for almost a year straight now (this is just the surface of the lore) and I hope she'll continue to bring a little joy to any others who follow this blog <3

I've attached some photos of her in-game model as a bonus! Ft the White Hair and Trauma squad

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 tav #tav #baldurs gate tav #nephiah qil'oussiryn #nephiah #neffeyla #neffeyla qil'oussiryn

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy funny thing just came to mind; I'm not the best at imagining long things without turning it into a full-blown fic, so take this short blurb instead:

The Fatui declare war on Celestia, so soon - far too soon - Childe (and thus Legacy as well) has to leave Liyue Harbor, to fight against the 'light' of the Heavenly Principles. ...It doesn't go well.

Reader follows him - a gut feeling, perhaps. That something wasn't going to go right.

We show up, maybe when the fighting's moved to another area (or maybe not; maybe this happens in the middle of the ongoing battlefield), just in time to see Legacy falter, or get struck down.

...Look all I can think about is near-death Legacy/Childe and very sad times for us.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu

(P.S. Unrelated, but another blurb is just generally us being a badass hehe)

ooohh,,, anon now i want to write a full fic about this, gaaahhhh,,,

imagine you, an ordinary, Visionless human who's not even supposed to be here, suddenly jumping into battle when you see your beloved Foul Legacy fall. you're not even a particularly experienced fighter, going off of rage and sheer force of will, yet you manage to defeat the creature Childe was fighting, swiftly slaying it with the old blade you carry around

if Childe wasn't currently incapacitated he definitely would've kissed you right then and there

but your anger quickly melts away as you approach Foul Legacy, kneeling to hoist one of his arms over your shoulders. your voice catches fearfully as you beg for him to get up, pulling on his hand in a desperate attempt to drag him somewhere safer, somewhere less filled with blood and smoke. somehow you manage to get him away before he collapses again, whimpering in pain as dark, starry liquid seeps from his wounds, staining your skin deep purple. you do your best to staunch the flow of blood, even though every touch makes your skin sting and burn, mocking you for being merely human; and every time you tighten the gauze Legacy's sobs hitch as he yelps. finally you've wrapped and secured all of his major injuries, moving to gently wrap your hands around his larger, armored claws. you smile at him, stroking his hair and humming- you have to smile, because who else would be able to reassure Childe that everything would be alright, that you would get out of this together? so you smile and sing for him, your lullaby allowing him to drift off to sleep, his talons tightening around your hand

as soon as Foul Legacy's asleep, your smile drops, and you bring his hand to your forehead and cry

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #you being one of the only people he trusts #also Abyssal blood doesn't agree with human skin #Celestia will be after him even more since he's not just Fatui he's also an Abyssal creature #you are definitely a badass tho and Childe loves it so much #short scenario #other's stuff #good evening :)#aaa played too much game today... had to finish chapter 4 dungeon took me a while

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palfriendpatine66 · 1 year ago

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Hello again! Hope you're having a good day)

Writing/characterization anon reporting for duty again.

Maybe you could elaborate on how you see Anakin, as well. It would be a great honor and a big help to hear your take.

I mean, I've read metas that spoke about the more human aspects of his character, the trauma and vulnerability, the search for justice and the fear of loss that drives his turn to the dark side.

Also, some interesting points can be made about his connection to the Force and role as the Chosen One from the perspective of how touching divinity and yet being mortal messes with human beings on a fundamental level.

But then there's also the whole business of him being a capable commander and General?

Basically, I'm scared of writing Ani as too cringefail, or veering too much into "no flaws all hero" territory.

Also, the Obi-Wan and Anakin comic confuses me greatly. I mean, the kid chooses to stay. He clearly sees something in being part of the Order at that point. I wonder what moment made him change his mind...

Thank you so so much for taking time to read this and for answering my other ask!

Good luck and have a good one, pal.

I have been thinking about this all day, and I’m not sure I’m going to come up with a great answer. I’m definitely not the expert on all things Anakin and writing him is still something I’m figuring out. But I’m willing to let you know my thoughts, for what they’re worth! (Keep in mind I also have spent a long series writing Anakin as a good dad, and granted I did my best with how that *could* have come to be in entirely different circumstances, we all know Anakin Skywalker was not good parenting material.)

I think I can get away with a lot writing Anakin in modern aus, when it’s able/necessary to disregard his sheer overwhelming power, and Palpatine’s literal evil influence. When we take those away, it’s a less complex, overwhelming character to work with. Then I can focus on conveying his main personality trait: intense.

I recently wrote this from the perspective of (slightly manipulative) serial killer Obi-Wan in a letter to not yet murder Anakin that I feel like sums it up:

You love as you do all things: fully, completely, and without reservation. Your pain cuts deep because your passion burned intensely. You deserve a lover that will delight in every part of you, Ani. You need someone who will love you just as intensely and as fully as you give yourself to them.

Whatever Anakin does is intense. His anger is rage, his love is passionate and possessive. He cares too much, his worries are all consuming.

In modern aus I generally pick one side of that to play out or else it’s *too* intense for most settings. Usually anxiety. But also impulsiveness/moved by passion. Possessive. Eager to please.

In universe though? The sky is the limit, especially as it plays out with his connection in the Force. I also think it’s really interesting to play around with what parts of Anakin are revealed to whom (who sees uncomfortable hints of darkness, who sees the need for control, who sees that a lot of his arrogant or reckless actions are because he has the sense of responsibility that he *has* to be the one to solve the problem or win the battles or else people die)

I don’t know if this helps at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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thesinglesjukebox · 9 months ago

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KENDRICK LAMAR - "NOT LIKE US"

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From “fucking Drake” to “fuck you, Drake”…

[6.73]

Katherine St. Asaph: "Meet the Grahams" was more vicious, but this has schadenfreude off the charts: one-upping "Family Matters" with something even more engineered as a crossover bop and succeeding at that crossover, thus depriving Drake of his one argument in the court of public opinion; the simultaneous coinage of many new memes dunking on Fucking Drake; the various streams of Drake stans squirming in anguish trying to suppress the urge to dance; clubs playing it almost immediately; the NBA playoff broadcasters adding it to rotation almost immediately (especially considering OKC is in them); the sheer fact that there is an enormously popular track that calls Drake a predator for his publicly predatory behavior. [10]

Will Adams: i ain't reading all that. i'm happy for u tho. or sorry that happened. [3]

Alex Clifton: “Meet the Grahams” was one of the darkest songs I have ever heard and took the Kendrick-Drake beef to an entirely new level. But while “Meet the Grahams” has more damning accusations, “Not Like Us” acts as a real sucker punch because it’s so catchy and funny. Why not beat Drake at his own game by rapping about how he sucks over a dance beat? A jab about Drake’s predilection for younger girls turned into the most quotable line of the summer—honestly a genius move. People will be yelling “it’s probably A minorrrrrrrrrrr” whenever it comes up. The rest is fun, too; the colonizer line in particular makes me snicker. The fact that it was written so quickly with such smart lyrics leaves me in awe. Do I feel good about watching all this unfold? Not exactly; if any of the accusations these men hurl at one another end up being true, I don’t think anyone “wins.” But I am a messy bitch who loves drama, and this is drama to the highest fucking degree. If it sounds this good, all the better. [7]

Nortey Dowuona: The most seething, unflattering portrait of a theater kid raging that their talent and charm has not gained them the unflinching loyalty of their audience (and by extension their partner), and we will either have to hastily disavow this in four months/four years/tomorrow. That said, incredible, so full points! [10]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: All moral and ethical concerns aside, I celebrate this as the triumphant return of the most notable figure in West Coast rap over the past decade: DJ Mustard! And thank god for it, too — before this, the aftershocks of "Like That" were mostly caught up in boring video essay-type beats (Jack Antonoff was involved) that existed merely so that these guys didn't have to just do spoken-word poetry. (I refrain here from talking too much about "BBL Drizzy," maybe the most interesting work in all of this scuffling.) It's not just that this is a fun beat; it's a beat composed with such obvious glee that it forced Kendrick into doing his best Drakeo (RIP) impression, taunting and generating quotables like he'll never need to rap again. Even when he comes back to his senses and executes a rigorous and serious cultural critique of Drake's extractive practices with regard to the Atlanta rap ecosystem, he gets some good jokes in – if some told me that 2 Chainz had LIED when he said I was good, I would retire immediately. [8]

Jackie Powell: I compare this titular moment in music, the now very public feud between Kendrick Lamar and Drake, to a sports rivalry I follow quite closely. Kelsey Plum of the Las Vegas Aces told reporters during the 2023 WNBA Finals that her rival team, the New York Liberty, didn’t really “care about each other” in tough moments as teammates. She compared them to her Aces, a group of players who show on the internet and on television how close they are. In other words: For Plum, they (the Liberty) aren’t like us (her Aces). This rivalry was built from a couple of ideas: 1) these are the two teams with the most talent in the league, and 2) rivalries are hot-button stories that elevate and bring more eyes to the product. That second idea is where I land when it comes to our hip-hop feud at hand -- and hey, the WNBA is super in style now, so hip-hop should be honored that I’m making this comparison. Reanna Cruz remarked on "Switched On Pop" that this beef is “getting played up to get people to pay attention to rap music again.” She’s not wrong. A huge difference between these two conflicts, of course, is that Drake and Kendrick Lamar are taking cheap shots at each other that make the trauma and pain of many women public. This beef is becoming too personal, rather than just a promotional catalyst for the genre. The synth strings that accompany Lamar’s flow do make this a worthwhile listen without soaking in the numerous disses on the track, and I always enjoy when Lamar adds jazz elements. But the compelling and catchy arrangement aside, I was disappointed in the hook. Saying someone isn’t up to par is a weighted statement, and repeating the title of the track six times isn’t an innovative way to hammer that point home. [5]

Alfred Soto: I acknowledge the anguish of many writers deploring the unfounded accusations here and in "Meet the Grahams." Exploiting the misery of the victims for the sake of a diss track is gross. Maybe Nas vs. Jay-Z spats no longer suit our times -- I grew up with them and loved them. But I'd be lying if I denied the motherfuckin' catchiness of Mustard-on-the-beat and Kendrick Lamar's arsenal of whines, repetitions, and biographical data. I also remember: art and journalism intersect but have divergent responsibilities. [8]

Julian Axelrod: If there are any winners in the great Graham-Lamar Beef of 2024, it's the cadre of Genius-pilled rap fans who scour over every stray Kendrick line like it's holy scripture, teasing out assumed allusions and nebulous entendres. Now Kendrick's footnoting with purpose, each toss-away reference loaded with subtext about Drake's personal (and potentially criminal) misdoings. But the most shocking thing Kendrick did -- the thing that probably made Drake madder than any other slight in this saga -- was make a good old fashioned rap radio banger, the kind he hasn't attempted since SZA dropped Ctrl. And even more thrillingly, it's an obsessively reverent LA rap resurrection that nobody does better than Kendrick at his loosest and best, alternating between Drakeo yammers and E-40 yowls over a Mustard beat that sounds like congested traffic on a hot day. (What's crazier, the fact that two of Kendrick's diss tracks are produced by Mustard and Jack Antonoff? Or the fact that the likely chart-topper is produced by one Dijon McFarlane?) If anything, the diss/bop duality is a disadvantage; there's too much weight for the song to feel truly breezy, and it's hard to turn up to direct accusations of sex trafficking and pedophilia. But casual menace is the defining trait of a West Coast diss track, and it's satisfying to hear Kendrick returning to his home turf. [7]

Hannah Jocelyn: I've seen criticisms for the mix, and anyone who's followed my blurbs during my eight years (!) writing for TSJ knows I'm all for that; believe me when I say that for once, it actually is nitpicking. All that matters for a song like this is that the vocals are intelligible but not too far above the beat. And these vocals are very intelligible, with every syllable as enunciated as Pusha T's "you are HIDING a CHILD" for three minutes straight. The verse calling Drake out for his genre-hopping is as insightful and intense as anything Kendrick’s ever written. But this is obviously most famous for the "A minorrrrr" joke, mocking both Drake's "Dave Freeeeeee" delivery on "Family Matters" and Nicki Minaj's eccentric drawn-out deliveries. (Never mind that the line isn't that strong -- it's the same pun Bo Burnham used over a decade ago.) Even as things get dark, it's an incredibly fun listen; I enjoyed the showmanship of the beef, culminating in Kendrick beating his sworn enemy at his own game. But everyone who hates what it's become is right. Do we really want jokes about these topics? If any of it is true, does that even change anything? Drake's not too famous to get caught, despite what he said; he's just too famous to face any meaningful consequences. The humiliation in "Not Like Us" might be the best we can do about alleged predators on this scale, in place of anything resembling justice. [7]

Oliver Maier: It should be valid -- encouraged, even -- to admit that Kendrick Lamar is at his most annoying when he makes chart music. We are all losers in this godforsaken beef. [2]

Taylor Alatorre: It doesn't live up to the promise contained in that heart-resuscitating DJ Mustard tag, but I don't know if any song could. The song that could live up to that DJ Mustard tag exists only in the realm of pure forms, alongside the band that could live up to the name Libertines and the album that could live up to the title ARTPOP. The actually existing "Not Like Us" lives down here in the muck with us fallen people, in a place of impermanence and unsettledness and compromise. A place where productive collaborations from a decade ago can be recast as colonial thievery in an instant; where populist pandering comes in the strategic use of the words "pedophiles" and "minor"; where sex offender registries are of dubious criminological impact; where my YouTube homepage just looks like this now; where apps are now battlefields and "post-truth" is a casus belli; where the bloodied gears of History churn on in the background, or foreground; where the Macklemore apology form exists; where in some arcane yet deeply intuitive way this all prefigures another Trump electoral victory. And yet, for all of Kendrick’s “me against the industry” posturing, only by climbing on the shoulders of its fraught context is “Not Like Us” able to claw its way into the halls of pop immortality. From "euphoria" onward, this has been the diss track as alternate reality game, roping in everyone from confused Chinese restaurant patrons to the luminaries named in Kendrick's Real Atlanta Roll Call. We bob our heads to the lines about statutory offenses not because the bars are the hardest-hitting ever, or because we particularly care about the legal fate of Baka Not Nice, but because we imagine the thousands of other people bobbing their heads at that exact moment, astounded that (or wondering whether) we're allowed to do so. Because the floodgates have been opened, Carnival is upon us, and for a few charged weeks even a beat that Stay Dangerous-era YG would have left alone can become a defining document of its time. Monoculture status: alive, in Serbia. [7]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

#kendrick lamar #drake #kendrick vs drake #music #rap #hip hop #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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scrollsfromarebornrealm · 1 year ago

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on our fates alight--provoke

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Vishap screamed, an unintelligible roar of sheer rage. The discordant notes made Riven reel, forcing the Eikon to come to a halt. At the same time, the attacking Horde he'd brought all looked into the sky as one. Shaking her head, Riven glanced back down just as Valefor screamed an alarm.

Oh shi--

Hundreds of draconic bodies took wing.

MOVE!!!

Move where?! With a screech, Riven spun about and began to climb once more. Could she outfly them all? Yes. Was it a good idea? No. If anything she had turned into the distraction, the longer Vishap and his minions were focused on her, the more time the Ishgardians had to rally.

They're supposed to have dragonkillers all over the city, right?! Fly over the shield, maybe they'll thin the herd!

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Halone watched as Valefor started to buzz the city's final ward, flying as fast as she could to evade the nightmarish horde on her tail. Every pass she made dragonkillers fired--the Temple Knights being fast on the uptake on what the Eikon was trying to do. Colorful forms darted out to strike their own blows, the Knights Dragoon doing their best to help however they could. Arcane glyphs materialized and floated around Valefor, unleashing rays of energy and thauatmergic spells, further lessening the Dravanians' numbers. But it still wasn't enough, and Vishap was screaming again in rage. Half the remaining Horde split--aiming themselves at Ishgard's defenders, while the rest continued to chase Valefor.

He needs to die! Defeat Vishap and the other dragons would flee, breaking the siege. But they'd flung everything they had at the Dravanian, and he showed no signs of faultering. So what--

Armorbreaker, Augustine thought. He knew of a spell in passing, perhaps with a powerful enough spear--

Where were they going to find one?! Mathye countered.

Make it-- command every gun and lance to fire--take the projectiles and merge them with our magic--

Halone spun to face her city, her voice projecting into every nook and cranny.

Knights of Ishgard, to me!

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She's not going to have enough time to create that weapon! Riven thought. Halone had just told her about the plan.

Not enough time--if Vishap or his minions don't jump her first! And Riven herself was beginning to tire. There were just too many Horde to fend off...

Get Vishap off the ground!

What?

Get Vishap in the air! Valefor exclaimed. Get him in the air--get him to chase us--that will buy her time!

*****

Estinien watched as Valefor soared up into the cloud cover. The dragons on her tail were forced to stop--unable to fly further. Vishap's desire to annihilate Ishgard was as good as a grounding spell, setting up an invisible boundary. The Dravanian general roared, his tail lashing the stones--Estinien could feel his pain and fury. The wyrm was bound to the will of Nidhogg, were it not for that he would have already cut the annoyance out of the sky--

Something hit the back of the Dravanian's neck, a sudden blur of color--and Vishap was howling as he was lifted slightly off the ground. Then he came crashing back down, sending a shockwave of dust and debris that swamped the battlefield. Valefor uttered a defiant scream, glaring down at the prone Dravanian--

And Estinien felt Vishap snap.

"Riven!! Look out!!!"

#ffxiv #ffxiv-ffxvi au (the other one)#you're getting the rest when I'm not on my phone #i don't know why it put lines under the colored text either #on our fates alight

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brunhielda · 7 months ago

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I need Peter to see this, and after one too many frustrating days, be like- “Fuck it” and create an online identity as “Spider Bite Guy”

He just complains about weird things his powers do, or how annoying the villians are, or just how inconsiderate some random NY citizen was while he was trying to do some good this afternoon.

He has one of those apps that can change where you are in the world, and only uses public Library WiFi. His secret identity is still important. He just also needs to vent.

I also need a bunch of fans. Not of his super hero work (they think it’s cool, don’t get them wrong) but mainly of his rants. I need one of them to realize his metabolism is through the roof and he can’t pay for it, and for random npc nyc types to start handing him hotdogs and sandwiches and $5 on the daily. I need, after a stressful day, and still NOT KNOWING where all the love is suddenly coming from (because he’s dense), for him to burst into tears at the sight of a Tupperware dish filled with grandma made love. ❤️

And of course either there will be a poisoning storyline or Peter heads that off at the pass with his own homemade pocket food analyzer, or maybe the first happens then the other- but can you imagine the RAGE of an online community after finding out someone used their heartfelt offerings to hurt their beloved?!

Like Goblin/Octo/Kraven/whoever could not have anticipated the sheer overwhelming force of a bunch of fans so angry that they don’t care what happens to them as long as YOU personally suffer. They are all very old school and that kind of thinking would come out of left field to clock them in the jaw without warning, you know? I could even see Spidey having to pull someone off them and diffuse a situation.

(Ooo! Best version- THAT is when he finally finds out what all the food was about. He has fans?! Since when? What? He was never looking at his following count, he just logged in to rant and logged out. 😂)

“I know I make it look easy, but you do NOT want to tangle with this guy, trust me.”

“He tried to kill you!”

“Uh… yeah? That’s… kind of our whole thing? He tries to kill me, I try to get him arrested, I don’t-?”

“No I mean he poisoned it! He poisoned Lippykipper101 grandmother’s arepas! Being a villain is one thing, but he messed with US now! Let me at him-!”

“He is ALWAYS messing with you, he generally tries to destroy major parts of the city- wait… how do you know about the food?”

Villain: “oh come on. Even I know you’re famous-

“You, shut up, not helping. And I would say infamous? I’m pretty sure I am on the NYPD’s most wanted list-

“And if they try anything we will take THEM on too! Viva Spidey Revolution!”

“Alright kid, time for you to go home. Have you considered decaf?”

Like- do you SEE my vision of Spidey in the age of the internet? Like, they keep using modern tech as a way to hack things, or gain information, but never talk about the online community. And the online community would have something to say about snarky Spidey saving the average citizen and then ranting about his problems into the void. The void would talk BACK, you know what I am saying?

#spiderman #online fans #we love the bitter rant #let him have stans #let him have this #let the support from the street come from not just the street #feed Spidey 2024 #let there be spreadsheets to figure out if he’s eaten today #let there be people that try to pay his rent but he won’t take the money #let Spidey be loved by the people he protects #let them be rabid fans #let them take to the street with baseball bats when someone crosses the line

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weltenwxndler-archive · 7 months ago

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"General... do you remember what it was like? When you saw Dan Feng in the Shackling Prison?" (for JY!)

golden eyes gazed upon the xianzhou luofu, considering the question for a few moments. they painted the entire incident in black and white, exiled yingxing, their beautiful wonderful friend, who would have never hurt a single soul and desired peace just as much as the high elder. dan feng wasn't wrong for seeking peace, they all were, hence they eliminated everything that sought disturbance, disarray and conflict. they tried to rally all the denizens of abundance, time and time again, until baiheng sacrificed her life. even now he would not forget her smiling face. she had gone through enormous lengths to keep her dear friends, especially jingliu, safe. and that lady pierced yingxing a million times through for seeking a world in which baiheng would not have had to die?

just like dan feng seemingly desired it. but jingyuan wasn't entirely sure since dan feng was not a loudmouth and far from emotional. "he was not wrong for seeking peace. don't we all just want to live? live on our own terms, perhaps also die on our own terms." but if that situation didn't arise, then baiheng wouldn't have had to die. in a sense she chose death but was originally forced into it anyways. jingyuan understood the rage and disappointment, the sheer sadness dan feng's more human side must have felt and that yingxing undoubtedly shared as well.

"it wasn't wrong. it's easy to paint the high elder as a traitor and maybe the method he chose wasn't perfect. the consequences were dire, but i still can't say that i condemn his actions." he took a deep breath, moving onto the actual question.

"sadness? i can't really put it into words." he had never been angry at dan feng, neither at yingxing. he understood their actions very well, he was also angry, he also wanted nothing but peace. he didn't even mean to become a general in the first place. often he just wanted to help dan feng, help him out of there, help his reincarnation, but watched him suffer there instead through all the torment they put him and even his reincarnation through. all alone, in the dark, so far away from the place he should have been at. jingyuan would have loved nothing more than to hold him in his arms at least one last time.

he wanted to share more than friendship with dan feng, but he never acted on his feelings. they sometimes slipped a little, like sand falling through his hands, but in the end there was nothing he could do. he'd be a terrible liar to say he didn't regret not doing anything in all that time, in those many many years, in literal centuries. at last dan heng was banished from the luofu and freed from the shackling prison on jingyuan's command, to wander the world all on his own. was that truly everything he could have done? was he as cruel as everyone else?

"sometimes i am not sure what to feel or for whom to feel sorry for. i wish i could change history, i want to properly say goodbye, maybe..." just kiss him once. "maybe i would have liked to take care of his reincarnation, but... it wasn't meant to be. i had to duel jingliu although i held no ill feelings for her either. i lost a two dear friends to the mara. another dear friend to me died. life changed so quickly into something i did not desire but i suppose what i felt watching dan feng was immense regret."

jingliu was still an insane being to him and the less rational side of him wouldn't have minded to inflict the same torment on her as she did to yingxing... but then she went to free him? some things made zero sense.

his pain through all those centuries was not comparable to what the other's felt. he did not dare to measure his pain in contrast to everything yingxing went through and everything dan heng had experienced from his birth until finding a proper place with wonderful people.

#reversescale #( a.jingyuan )#( i.jingyuan )#[ idk why this one always wants to rip my heart out ]

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qqueenofhades · 3 years ago

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Don't act like this isn't the Democrats fault. They didn't codify Roe when they had the chance, and now they're paying the price.

Hooweeeee. Normally, I just block these kinds of asks out of hand and go on with my day, but you've caught me at the end of two solid days of Rage, and unfortunately for you, I'm not gonna do that. Instead, just to start, I would like to politely ask the following question:

Hello! Have you ever considered the possibility that you may be A Total Fucking Idiot?

Since there are many of us, present company regretfully included, who struggle with history, let's start out with a quick lesson. Roe was handed down in 1973. It took a while to really get evangelicals hot under the collar, but by 1987, in Ronald Reagan's second term, it had definitely happened. To further the Republicans' cherished goal of overturning it, Reagan nominated far-right whackjob Robert Bork to the Supreme Court. The Democrats, led by then-Senator Joe Biden, fought back on a massive scale and defeated the nomination, leading to Anthony Kennedy joining the SC instead of Bork.

In 1992, another abortion-related case reached the Supreme Court: Planned Parenthood v. Casey, wherein Roe was pretty much reaffirmed in its entirety. By 1992, George H.W. Bush had finished one term, generally underwhelmed the public, and was voted out, thus to be replaced by Bill Clinton. In 1994, in Clinton's first midterm election, the Newt Gingrich Republicans took the House and the Strom Thurmond and Bob Dole Republicans took the Senate. This GOP control of at least one branch of Congress remained the case until 2001, when George W. Bush became president. (Also, the GOP Clinton-era Republicans had other things to do, such as the Lewinsky scandal in 1998, back when they still pretended to have moral values and impeached Clinton accordingly). Considering the fact that any attempt to pass a national law to codify Roe was obviously doomed with Dubya in the White House, since he would have vetoed it, and that the Democrats didn't fully control the House, Senate, and Presidency again until 2009, one might feel that formalizing a twice-affirmed decision by the Supreme Court maybe wasn't the top priority. Abortion rights were and are popular (in fact, that's why the three Trumpists on the SC had to lie to the Judiciary Committee about their plans to repeal it), and Obama had other things on his plate. Like, you know, saving the national and global economy from total meltdown after the crisis of 2008, and trying to jam through the Affordable Care Act in the short time he had before 2010, and once more losing the House to the Tea Party. The loss of the Senate followed in 2014. Once again, we didn't get it back until 2021, when the three wingnut justices were already seated on the Court and Trump had run his reign of terror.

Considering those empirical circumstances, the fact that the Democrats have only had control of all three branches of the federal government for two-year periods at MOST and were busy fixing all the other most pressing messes, and that the Republicans have said for decades that this is exactly what they want to do, I am truly gobsmacked (if not surprised) at the sheer number of morons who want to make this, yet again, the Democrats' fault. Apparently the Republicans are just a force of nature who can't really be blamed or actually considered to have agency; it's only ever on the Democrats for Not Doing Enough To Stop Them. Instead, we now have hordes of told-you-so-ers swarming out of the woodwork and acting like this was a five-alarm fire that the Democrats willfully ignored and/or fanned on. That is incredibly moronic on multiple levels, but hey, that kind of seems to be your Brand. That is, when you're not labeling smug inactivity and self-professed moral superiority as the most pure and correct course of action, but again, we all have our talents.

There was no way for the Republicans to overturn Roe without the exact kind of judicial skulduggery, right-wing extremism, and scads of dark money that finally came together in the perfect storm. (Ever hear of Citizens United in 2010, and the way in which hard-right interest groups have been funding this planned takeover of the judiciary for years? Or does that conflict with your predetermined hypothesis?) Apparently Democrats should have Done More to stop Trump from choosing Supreme Court justices (a Very Smart White Man on twitter made the argument that it was actually Senate Democrats' fault for not stopping McConnell on procedural grounds, or.... something). This was after actual Democrats begged the Holier Than Thous to vote for Hillary Clinton in 2016, explicitly because we pointed out that the Supreme Court was in a precarious position with elderly justices and open seats, and the next president would be poised to reshape it for the next generation. You all laughed at us, more or less openly called us a bunch of bootlicking neoliberal traitors, and told us that the Supreme Court didn't matter and we were all delusional. Then you didn't vote. Then Trump won the election by squeaking out wins in a handful of key states. Then.... well, we all know what happened next.

So tell me, Oh Wise Internet Sage. Where, in what Congress, and according to what actual rules of reality, procedure, and priority, should the Democrats have passed a law to codify a popular twice-affirmed Supreme Court decision that was not under serious threat precisely until this confluence of circumstances took place under the Trump presidency? Be specific, and point out exactly how it would have happened. Otherwise, your argument is bad and you should feel bad.

Biden, Harris, Pelosi, Schumer, Warren, Obama, and all the other prominent Democratic leadership and/or congresspeople have already made strong statements within hours of the draft opinion being leaked. Republicans are screaming in unison that whoever leaked it is the actual story, not the content or impact of the decision (literally what McConnell said today on CNN). The DEMOCRATS DO SOMETHING!!! crowd need to, uh, actually say what they're fucking supposed to do now. Instead you blame RBG, you blame HRC, you blame the Democrats, and absolutely everyone and anyone except the actual people responsible for doing this. You may think it's an enlightened and complex stance that reflects the Realities of the World, or whatever. You may think that Joe Manchin doesn't exist (believe me, I wish he fucking didn't) and that Biden can wave a magic wand and overturn SCOTUS. Do they need to do more? YES! MANY OF THEM HAVE EXPLICITLY SAID THEY WILL BE EXPLORING ALL OPTIONS! BUT WE STILL LIVE (FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS) IN A DEMOCRACY AND THAT REQUIRES US DOING OUR JOB AND VOTING IN NEW AND BETTER PEOPLE TO HELP THEM!

I'm sick and fucking tired of this pissbaby whining from the exact same people who make us beg and plead for their vote every single election, feel morally justified in withholding it, and have done literally nothing to advance any of the causes they claim to care about. "Hindsight is 20/20" some of you like to point out, but with the expected irony, you miss it completely when it comes to reviewing any of your own (non) actions and any hint of genuine acknowledgment that your apathy and nihilism helped this happen. So. Suck on that, then go step on a rake. If this should knock some sense into you, we can then talk again.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts #rant #i'm not gonna take it right now #fair warning

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 3 years ago

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I found this on the internet: “We’re best friends, and literally everyone knows we’re in love, but we’re too shy to say anything. I want this year to be different, so I’ve stayed by your side through this whole New Year’s party so we could kiss at midnight, but now it’s five minutes till, and I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE YOU ARE!” and I want it so badly with Nancy and Robin

hehe this was fun :) i hope this is what you were looking for!! i know i changed the prompt a little, but it has the same premise

minor steddie, basically blink n you'll miss it

edge of '87 (3,160 words)

11:30 PM

“This time’s gonna be different.” Robin’s voice was muffled by the sheer amount of cake she’d just anxiously shoved in her mouth. Steve, unimpressed and pressed to her shoulder, watched her choke down the chocolate and took a casual sip from his mysterious alcoholic concoction. Whatever Eddie had dumped together for the ‘Party Punch’ in the kitchen, neither could muster the courage to ask. Probably something illegal and/or toxic for the human body. He kept drinking.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed.

“I swear to God,” Robin continued, pressing her cheek to his with intent. “I’m gonna do it. And it’s not gonna be a ‘friend kiss’.”

“What the hell is a ‘friend kiss’?” Steve asked, question going wholly unanswered as Robin took a rather violent swig of her own drink as an exclamation.

“Tongue and everything,” Robin promised, nodding squarely. Steve scowled into the rim of his cup, eyes drifting away from his best friend and onto the box set behind her. New Years’ Rocking Eve, ‘87 edition, played hazily. He had to squint to tell apart the faces. “Maybe teeth.”

“Teeth,” Steve nodded absently. “Right. Good choice.”

“Maybe not teeth,” Robin mulled over the possibilities, pacing back and forth in front of him. Steve had to stand on the tips of his toes to look over her outrageously frizzed brown hair so he could keep watching Dick Clark. “Did she like teeth?”

“She had them,” Steve mused. “And so did I. So she probably did. I can’t remember.”

“You are useless,” Robin went ahead and hissed the last word, mushing their faces together once more. She was sweating like a pig, all nervous energy and excited rage. “T minus thirty minutes. Should I brush my teeth?”

“I think you should calm down,” Steve said, peeling her hand away from where it latched like a vice onto his arm. He squeezed her fingers in his bigger palm, an attempt to calm her down that was sadly in vain. Robin could spin herself out like nobody’s business and she appeared to be in the midst of a F5 breakdown. “Nancy’s not gonna like it if you’re soaking her.”

“Does my breath smell nice?” Robin breathed directly onto his nose as a test. Steve grimaced and dropped her hand, waving her away half-heartedly.

“Never do that again,” He said, a finger to her chest in emphasis.

“But does it smell nice?” Robin asked again. Steve deliberated. She smelled like girl, a general smell that he tended to rather like. Whether or not Nancy would was the question.

Even though he knew she would, because Nancy adored everything that had to do with Robin. Steve supposed that’s where the phrase ‘crazy in love’ came from, because half of the things Nancy went mad about were things he could barely tolerate about Robin. In a loving way, obviously.

Their scientific experiment was interrupted by a stomping Will Byers, who came down Steve’s stairs in a rush of adrenaline and Child’s-First-Tipsy.

“Have you seen Mike?” Will said, practically snorting fire out of his nostrils. Steve shrugged unhelpfully.

“Back porch,” Robin supplied, pressing her drink to the corner of her lip absently. “Have you seen Nancy?”

“Last I saw, she was out by her car,” Will said; the exchange of priceless, gay-crush information a silent agreement.

“By herself?”

“With Jonathan,” Will said, sadder this time. He gave Robin a pitying smile before turning heel and breaking into a run, nearly crashing into the kitchen wall with the force of his sprint. Whatever he needed Mike for, it was urgent. Robin turned to Steve with an utterly devastated look on her face.

“She’s with Jonathan,” Robin groaned dramatically.

“I heard,” Steve empathized, slugging an arm around Robin’s shoulder. His eyes glazed back over to the tv, where the Go-Gos were performing. They were pretty good. “I also heard they broke up.”

“Of course they broke up,” Robin snapped, rolling her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean he’s also not looking for a New Year’s kiss. High school relationships are fickle like that.”

“But yours and Nancy’s won’t be?” Steve asked, laughing.

“It’s different,” Robin argued, face flushing from both the intolerable heat of the living room and her embarrassment.

“I’m sure his breath doesn’t smell half as nice as yours,” Steve promised. Robin sighed and glanced over her shoulder, as if waiting for Nancy to appear in the doorway that very moment. When the second passed and the door stayed firmly shut, she turned back to Steve with a shake of her head. They clicked red solo cups. He settled in to watch the ball drop.

11:40 PM

“Jonathan and Nancy broke up, right?” Robin’s question came from her left side. Max practically jumped six feet in the air.

She’d been relaxing, sprawled out on the outdoor couch and content to listen for splashing sounds. She knew Lucas and Will had jumped in the pool a few minutes before, having heard them come up for air and tease each other about the skill of their cannonballs. The pain of not being able to see them perform said cannonballs was dulling, a welcome reminder that time tended to heal all wounds. She liked hearing them laugh, anyway.

But getting used to being rendered completely blind in both eyes didn’t mean she could metaphysically sense when somebody showed up. Her friends had started to announce themselves when they got closer, a habit Max didn’t care enough to break. Robin, however, had never learned to do that. She simply appeared in Max’s subconscious, usually halfway to a panic attack.

“Yes,” Max confirmed once she’d gotten her rabbit’s heart down to a normal pace. Her hand reached out into the darkness, spasming. Robin’s furnace fingers touched hers and they clasped together, a welcome ‘hello’ for the new year. Her unspoken longer sentence was: Because she’s in love with you, dumbass.

“Good,” Robin breathed out through her nose, squeezing Max’s hand. Max felt the couch deepen beside her, Robin’s jacket-covered shoulder pressing against hers and their sneakers colliding on the concrete.

“Are you finally gonna kiss her?” Max asked. Robin’s sharp intake of breath was loud in her ear, all frightened. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. Max fought back the urge to smirk and instead removed her hand from Robin’s to pat at her knee comfortingly.

“Yes,” Robin rushed out all at once, a release of air and admittance. “Yes. Am I crazy?”

“I think it’s overdue,” Max allowed, which was a total understatement.

Robin and Nancy’s unspoken feelings for each other were becoming practically unbearable for the group at large to handle, but especially for Max. Both older girls came to her for advice and vice versa - so she’d been hearing them gush about each other for months on months. It got tiring the first go around. Now she was just about sick of it, nearly on the verge of confessing to Robin all those sappy and honey-covered things Nancy waxed poetic about. Maybe that was the push they needed. Or maybe Robin was finally gonna get her shit together. Max had been praying for it.

“Do you think she’ll kiss back?” Robin asked. The telltale click of her biting off an already short fingernail followed.

“I know she will,” Max said. She knew Robin wouldn’t take her seriously. Still, Robin hummed in agreement. Together they sat listening to the boys in the water. “What time is it?”

“11:42,” Robin supplied quickly, no doubt glancing down at her military watch. “When is it too early to go looking for her?”

“I’d say you should find her soon,” Max said after a moment of consideration. “You don’t want to miss the ball drop.”

“Very smart,” Robin said. Max felt the couch relax as she stood up, grunting as she stretched in the chilly night air. “Very smart. You’re smarter than I am.”

“Is that a surprise?” Max asked, but she knew she was speaking to the empty air. She smiled, a small private one for herself, and desperately hoped Robin would finally end this terrible back-and-forth once and for all. If she didn’t psych herself out at the last second, that is.

11:50 PM

“Have you seen Nance?” Robin asked. Argyle shook his head, eyes now completely tinted with red and hair a mess.

“Maybe upstairs?” He suggested, gesturing with the pace of a sloth to the stairwell behind them. Robin nodded absently, turning on her heel and trudging up.

Logically she knew there were only so many places Nancy could be. Nancy’s whispered confessions and secrets over the crest of pink-covered pillows told Robin she had certain places she avoided when the group spent time at Steve’s house. She hardly spent any time by the pool. She didn’t go near his bedroom.

He was rich but he wasn’t megarich. His house was bigger than anything else Robin had stepped foot into, and sometimes she thought she might get permanently lost with the identical white doors and plethora of matching family portraits. But Nancy had to be somewhere. And Robin had to find her.

She walked up the stairs with the determination of a suicide bomber, knowing her mission was likely to ultimately fail and carrying herself to doom nonetheless. Surely Max was telling the truth when she confirmed Nancy and Jon had broken up. Though if it were true, it was only one obstacle on the track - the second being a much larger, more complex hump.

Robin had no idea if Nancy liked her back. There were moments, little bits in time, where she’d managed to convince herself there could be something between them more than female friendship and trauma bonding. On the frequent nights spent sleeping over in Robin’s cramped twin bed, Nancy would fling her legs out over Robin’s and cuddle up close to her. Did regular girls do that with each other? Robin had no fucking idea.

Or the way Nancy looked at her sometimes, especially at night - under street lamps as they walked through their old neighborhoods and discussed their separated childhoods. Discussed their united college experiences, both deciding to attend the much closer and safer option of University of Indianapolis. The way their gloved hands tended to brush on colder nights, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder for warmth. When they ordered takeout and Nancy gave Robin bites off her fork without Robin even having to ask, remembering that she liked lo mein but not the steamed carrots in her order of vegetables.

It all seemed to stack up. Maybe Robin was drunk. Maybe she was delusional. At this point, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Her crush on Nancy Wheeler was so overpowering that, though it was difficult to admit, it would hurt more to continue having to stand beside the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth than actually confess her feelings for her. Robin sucked in a deep breath as she reached the top of the stairs, peeking around into the dark hallway. Hopefully she found nobody having sex. Hopefully she found Nancy and hopefully, hopefully Nancy would kiss her back.

11:54 PM

Nancy was not upstairs, but Steve and Eddie certainly were, and Robin was never going to be able to get that image out of her head. As she stumbled back down the dimly lit hallway, pulling her sweater to her chest and grimacing to herself, Robin racked her brain. Where could Nancy possibly be hiding? Could a portal to the Upside-Down have opened up underneath her, removing her from the party? Would Vecna be that cruel and unusual?

As Robin stormed past the blaring television, where Argyle and Jonathan had sprawled out on Steve’s pleather couch to watch, she could hear the crowd cheering on the ball drop. T minus five minutes until Robin had to spend another year helplessly alone.

“Nancy?” She called out to nobody in particular, rounding her way through Steve’s empty dining room and back into his kitchen. There she found Will up on the counter, in a much better mood than he had been twenty minutes prior, swinging his legs and talking to his sister. “Have you guys seen Nancy?”

“Sorry, I told you where I last saw her,” Will said, shrugging. “If she’s not by her car, I have no idea.” Robin realized she hadn’t checked outside. El didn’t speak, she just took a sip from her twisty straw cup and smiled, pleased, at Robin. Robin couldn’t help but reach over and ruffle their hair before ducking away and rushing outside.

“Don’t forget to come in for the ball drop!” El spoke up in that soft voice after her as she ran through the patio door.

She passed Max and Lucas at the pool, no doubt making out or on the verge. Robin nearly broke the hinge on the wooden fence gate as she went, leaving it to swing behind her as she stepped out into Steve’s front yard. The street was alight with houses celebrating New Years’ similarly to theirs, streetlights with no warning blink and roads empty for the night. She stumbled down the lawn, glancing at every passing shadow with her eyes narrowed.

11:55 PM

“Nancy?” Robin shouted, hands on her hips. The space by her car was void of a person, Jonathan or Nancy. So clearly she’d moved on. As Robin walked back to the house, she heard the familiar pitter of flats on pavement.

She burst back through the patio gate to find Nancy on the opposite end of the backyard, shrouded in the light from the immense amount of Christmas lights Steve kept strung up year-round.

11:56 PM

Robin sprinted along the poolside, skidding across pavement to reach Nancy in time. The girl in question glanced up from where she’d been focused on watching the stars, eyes bright and beautiful and dilated. Her brown eyes felt like oceans at this point. Robin was teetering on the edge of falling in.

“Nance,” Robin began, realizing with embarrassment that she was out of breath from her sprint across the house. Nancy blinked in acknowledgement, smiling that beautiful pink-lipped smile. Her lips looked glossy in the moonlight, face stained by the gray light. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

11:57 PM

“Why?” Nancy asked with a twinkling laugh, stepping closer to Robin. Her hand came out to smooth down a part of Robin’s shirt she hadn’t realized she’d ruffled - her turtleneck halfway up against her pale neck. Nancy pulled down the fabric and smoothed out both hands across Robin’s shoulders, looking proud that she’d cleaned her up. Robin could barely swallow down her fear, let alone make any proper sentences. Nancy’s face was so close to hers now. It was to an unbearable degree.

“I have something to tell you,” Robin admitted shakily, glancing back at the house. She could hear their friends all gathering in the living room, no doubt surrounding Steve’s television and cheering on the oncoming ball drop. She ignored them, shaking her head and pulling her focus back to Nance.

11:58 PM

Because, in the end, Nancy was just a girl. She was just a girl shrouded in moonlight, looking up at Robin with that mesmerizing face of hers and a giggle on the end of her tongue. Nancy’s wide-eyed expression brought with it an intoxicating feeling Robin never wanted to be rid of. Her hands drifted up to stop Nancy’s from leaving the place they’d settled in on her sweater, pulling them down to clasp them over her chest. Nancy’s eyes, swift and detective-like, followed the movement curiously.

“I-” Robin felt herself faltering and kicked herself for doing so. It was hard to string words together in the presence of Nancy. For all her anxious sputtering and running around, when it got down to it she tended to be utterly speechless - case in point. “I, um.”

11:59 PM

“Yes?” Nancy pressed, dark eyebrows raised playfully. Robin’s mouth was desert-dry. She swallowed again and shut her eyes. No more time to fret over it. She needed to do this.

The dim shouts of their friends counting down the last minute before 1987 officially got rung in spurned her on. Robin reopened her eyes to find Nancy inches closer, their noses pressed together.

She was just Nancy. Robin let go of Nancy’s hands to hold onto her face, fingertips pressing down the corners of her ears and thumbs brushing over the familiar blush. Nancy’s eyes went wide by a decimal, and then narrowed. In challenge. In agreement.

“I wanted to say,” Robin began again. Suddenly fireworks erupted above them, no doubt set off by one of Steve’s obnoxious neighbors.

12:00 AM

“I wanted to say,” Robin repeated for the last time. She wouldn’t let herself be shaken. Neither girl bothered to look up at the sky. “Happy New Year, Nance.” Robin steeled her jaw and leaned in. Unbelievably and dream-like, Nancy met her halfway.

Robin nearly fell over from the force of Nancy’s kiss, hands dropping from Nancy’s face to wind themselves around her waist. Their sweater fabrics brushed together as Nancy tilted her head, balance and access coming together underneath the stars. Robin pulled her impossibly closer and sighed into Nancy’s mouth. It felt like fireworks behind her eyes. It felt like the celebration was in her head.

“Happy New Year,” Nancy whispered into Robin’s lips, her big eyes only about a centimeter away. Robin didn’t know which one to focus on. “Were you looking for me to do that?”

“Yeah,” Robin admitted. Nancy laughed into her mouth, pressing a small kiss to the corner and then pressing back tenfold. When they came up for air again, Nancy was still laughing. “What?”

“I was looking for you, too,” Nancy admitted with a sly grin. Robin chuckled and closed her eyes, forehead to Nancy’s.

“Great minds think alike,” Robin said. Nancy nodded solemnly, pressing another kiss to Robin’s jaw.

“Do you know what I’m thinking now?” Nancy asked, eyes suddenly alight with a mischief that had Robin’s stomach churning in excitement. More fireworks above them crackled and now she couldn’t resist turning her head up to watch, bright colors exploding against a backdrop of black. A new year cleansed of the Upside-Down. The perfect girl in her arms. All in all, a pretty good night. Robin grinned as she watched them explode one by one.

She felt a hand on her chin then, longer fingernails pressed against her cheek. She let Nancy guide her head back down, feeling oddly chastised.

“I have no idea,” Robin admitted. Nancy winked.

“Take a guess,” She murmured before leaning in again. Robin’s hands found their way up her back, into her hair. Feeling her everywhere. Although the kiss was hard to maintain when they were both grinning so hard.

And from somewhere in the house, voices chorused in relief after their own excited New Years’ celebrations: “Fucking finally!”

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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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Kaeya Alberich - Yandere Profile

YES I love my eyepatch boy!! I really like him as a yandere, because he's definitely got several traits and behaviors that would make him a very unconventional/different yet absolutely terrifying one to have. Him or Diluc as your yandere is basically like playing a game on maximum difficulty. He's so arrogant dammit why does he have to make it hot

More importantly, someone take the ability to write n/sfw away from me I s2g... I go from trying to make serious content to nasty weird kinks and completely feral in .002 seconds the moment I add that readmore

tws: gaslighting, manipulation, yandere, mentions of mutilation

tws (below cut): noncon, a good deal of sadism, mentions of an*l

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's actually one of the worst yanderes you could have in almost every regard, for two very simple reasons: his crippling psychological issues, and his intense selfishness. The first manifests as severe abandonment issues. It's the origin of his unhealthy feelings, most likely. Kaeya doesn't like the instability of people - based on his backstory, people always leave, or die, and even if they don't intend to, somehow it feels like abandonment, and he resents it. People leave him all alone and afraid and uncertain. That's generally all he knows, and despite the smug exterior, he's actually pushed people away quite a bit, keeps everyone at arm's length to ensure they can't become someone too important for him to accept their sudden absence. He can't care about someone, because that someone is fated to inevitably leave him, no matter who it may be.

That's why, once you manage to worm your way into his feelings and heart despite his best efforts, once he finally caves to acknowledging the feeling, he's aware. Painfully aware, because be can't stop worrying every waking moment about you, your well-being, your location. It reaches a point where he can't go about his job because he's simply too consumed with his worry.

The solution that kept him safest in the past was to avoid developing emotional attachments, but when he does, he's terrified of both your safety AND you intentionally abandoning him. Really, the latter would hurt worse, since he can't fault you for dying, but to abandon him? It would break him.

And, to some extent, he's developed a lot of prideful anger about it, deep, deep down. He feels that he doesn't deserve to be abandoned, doesn't deserve to just be left behind under the guise of some greater purpose, and he'll be damned if he just lets you toss him aside like he feels others did. Even if you reject him, he won't accept it. You don't get to reject him. He won't allow that. What has he ever done to deserve everything that's happened to him? Nothing. You're the one person who has stayed with him, and you're going to continue to be with him. Forever.

That being said, he's still somewhat confident because he's got that arrogance about him. He doesn't perceive rejection, because he's always gotten a lot of attention for his looks, even if he's never actually followed through on anyone else's attention out of those same fears. He'll write off any perceived rejection as being for some other reason, something besides an actual rejection, and he'll seek to eliminate whatever he feels is keeping you from just accepting him.

Honestly, one of the most likely to have a full blown, classic-yandere-style psychotic breakdown. He can be driven to a snapping point, if there's enough stress or obstacles, and in case of that, he'll be a lot more willing to kill, and a lot more willing to hurt you, but it's a point that would still take a lot to reach.

But what's really terrifying about Kaeya is his delusions, primarily his ability to mentally justify everything he does without hesitation. Even most delusional yanderes struggle - they feel like it's wrong, they know it is deep down, and they take time to convince themselves of their delusions, tell themselves it's ok over and over, beg for reassurance, and get defensive when called out because they know they're in the wrong. The same isn't true for Kaeya. He automatically justifies his actions by default, and has absolutely zero doubt or hesitation to do so. He doesn't even need a complex reason for justification - it's a simple one. He deserves what he wants. Anything necessary to achieve that is fair.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Highly likely and very quickly, right up there with Diluc and Razor. And he's absolutely remorseless about it. It ties back into his delusional state and ability to justify anything he does - this is what's best for you. If you don't get that, that's your problem, not his.

He's another one to not want to pull some barbaric move like knocking you out, rather, he'd rather just trick you into walking right into your new home. He gets that you'll be upset about it, but to him, that's just part of the process. Not that he'll tolerate it for too long. 12, maybe 24 hours is enough time for you to reasonably be upset, but if you're still trying to fight him on this after that, he's going to get snappy about it, thinking you should already be over that by now.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

You're not leaving.

It's not worth trying, really. How he manages to do it is a mystery to you, but he'll manage to keep you locked in right there at the headquarters with him. How Jean and Lisa haven't found out about you being there, how he convinced all of his guards to be on his side of things, you have no idea. Realistically, if you get out, he's likely to make you out to be some kind of criminal that needs to be found -- just not to hurt you in any way, so goes the order, and the knights know better than to question why.

He has eyes and ears everywhere, it won't take them anytime at all to find you. He's so confident in that, and combined with his pride, he doesn't feel the need to go get you himself. No, it's a lot more satisfying to sit back and watch as they drag you through the doors of the headquarters, slowly pull you to the end of the room and drop you down at his feet, where he can look down on you with that closed-eyed, artificially wide smile that tells you that you have seriously fucked up.

Escape attempts aren't going to be met with a single shred of mercy, really. The thing about Kaeya is he's ultimately a selfish, selfish bastard with a lot of deep-seeded, highly repressed emotional issues, and he has absolutely no problem with keeping you bound hand and foot, or maybe even make some permanent modifications to your body if that's what it takes to keep you. It's not a wise idea to even try unless you're absolutely certain to succeed, otherwise you may find yourself never getting the opportunity again. You don't really need those Achilles tendons intact, you know. And your ankle bones are just so fragile, they'll snap with just a little twist. Actually, that wouldn't be too bad, giving you more reasons to be grateful when he's doing everything for you.

He's not one to just let it go, either. No, escape attempts are the one unforgivable thing for him, the one thing that will make him totally and completely snap. You don't get to do that. You're the one thing that doesn't get to just disappear out of his life in a flash. Half the reason he sends the knights to get you rather than going himself is to give him some time to let the rage settle down, otherwise he knows he might not be able to control himself and might end up hurting you even worse than he intends to. He's not going to buy any excuses and won't go any lighter on you if you beg and grovel or anything. But you will apologize -- you get to choose how hard it is. You can apologize the easy way, or, if you don't want to, there are many ways to force it out. But by the end, he'll get an apology, and a promise to never try again, out of you, no matter what that takes. It's by far the worst state you'll ever see him in, and really, once is enough to dissuade you from trying again.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

You'd have to try pretty hard. He doesn't have the sheer amount of years of life experience like Venti or Zhongli, but he's not the captain for no reason - he's perceptive, and highly intelligent.

Rather than simply mastering reading human voice and facial expressions for telltale signs of deceit, he's good at learning individuals in particular - memorizing the patterns of thought and action of a particular individual, and predicting how they will act. He can do it with everyone else with ease, how much more, then, with the object of an obsession? If you're trying to formulate some plan to trick him, he'll already predict what you'll do, if you lie, he already knows. It's creepier than the others, really, because it's not just that he can tell when you're lying, but rather he already knows you're going to lie or try some scheme before you do it. It feels so tailored and personalized to your thought patterns, it almost feels like an invasion of the privacy of your mind, which, really, is the one privacy you thought you had left.

He's great at gaslighting himself, too. He's a very good liar, and can make you believe anything he wants. He'll target your fears and paranoias, make you believe you're going crazy, and he'll do it all so perfectly you'll never suspect a thing. You'll end up coming to him for protection and guidance, exactly as planned.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Pretty strict. He doesn't let you have any outside contact, and you're limited on what you can do when he's gone. He'll bring you some books, maybe something to draw on -- no sharp writing utensils, though. In his mind, that should be enough to occupy you.

You won't get outside walks or visits. It's just too risky for him, and he really doesn't like seeing other people look at you. If you really, really beg, and you've been on amazing behavior, and you're well into your relationship, maybe a few months or so, there's a chance he'll take you out at nighttime, or sunrise, but at the slightest sign of intentions he doesn't like, you'll be dragged back, and you won't see the sun for a long time.

You'll have a very limited wardrobe, he doesn't see why you even need to wear anything, but if you're going to be stubborn, he can get you something simple, like an old shirt and some underwear, but that's about all you can have. Any requests for actual clothing are going to be denied. It's ridiculous for him to spend money on something you don't need, and besides, he prefers it this way, y'know?

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Generally, it's a simple one: obey. You do what he tells you to do, and you don't do something if he tells you not to. This stems to similar rules that develop: be submissive, don't be argumentative, don't be defiant. Follow those, and you can both be happy, and that's what you want, isn't it? It had better be - he's not very lenient, and will harshly punish even small offenses. As for that punishment... most of it isn't going to be sfw. That's just how he is.

What he will do is emotionally manipulate you, and he's rather good at it. You wanted to escape? Ok. He'll let you have your way, let you be alone. All alone. All by yourself, in a little room, with no one at all, which is exactly how you would have left him, had you succeeded. He knows very well how that kind of loneliness bites. He's not totally cruel, though, and he won't withhold affection from you by the time he returns -- he doesn't need to, you'll already be crying and apologizing, which is exactly what he hoped for. Not that he won't briefly mock you for it.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're crying like that because you actually missed me. Oh, you did? Being all alone isn't particularly fun, now is it? I'm sure you understand that now."

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Kaeya's an insanely jealous person. It doesn't show on his face, but it eats at him internally. It doesn't matter if it's a love interest, a platonic friend, even a family member. It's all the same -- people who want to take your attention away from him, people who you smile at that aren't him, people you love that aren't him. He's not one to delude himself into thinking everyone secretly loves you romantically, rather, it doesn't matter. Romantic interests are the worst threat, sure, but friends and family aren't much better.

He sees himself as above killing, though. He has people to do that for him, and he likes knowing that he has that much power. He's not going to dirty his hands with it, and frankly, they're not even worthy of his time and effort to kill them. Knights and other connections can take care of it just as well.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

As somewhat previously discussed, the primary form of making him mad is attempting an escape. That's on a whole new level of anger because it strikes at a very deep, wounding insecurity. On a normal day, though, he's more easily exasperated than angry. He gets frustrated somewhat easily, especially if you're trying exceptionally hard to be a brat. He has very clear warning signs. His signature little smirk drops, he gets quiet, he balls his hands into fists and digs his fingernails into his palms. At that stage, he's irritable and might snap at you, but won't get too angry until you ignore those signs and push it.

If you do push him, though, he gets genuinely mad, which is a very quiet anger at first -- he doesn't talk much when he's mad. He acts. You'll know he's snapped when he puts down whatever he's doing, and just silently stomps over to you, face completely empty and flat, looking down at you with a cold expression. It's enough to put fear in you, but at that point, even if you apologize, you're not getting out of whatever he's planned.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Strongly in the "below" camp, a rather unusual stance for a yandere. Like many things with him, there's an inexplicable duality going on there. You would think that if you loved someone so strongly you'd kidnap them, kill for them, and potentially suffer consequences just to have them, that you would really think highly of them. On the flip side, you would think that if you really saw someone as lowly, you wouldn't care for them, you'd see them as disposable.

But neither is true for Kaeya, no, he balances both obsessive love and complete narcissism regarding you. You're not disposable, no, he can't live without you, he needs you. But at the same time, you're not gonna be on any kind of pedestal. No, if anything, he sees himself on one, more like a throne, and you on the floor before him, how things should be.

He has a similar mindset to Zhongli or Albedo - you're fragile, you're dumb, you're incapable, and you need someone to care for you, protect you, guide you, someone who knows what's best for you, since you clearly don't. However, he's lacking in the attitude those other two have -- there's no seeing you as an angel here. There's no viewing himself as being absolutely honored to take care of you, or viewing protecting and caring for you as some kind of privilege that they're blessed to do, the way those two do.

No, as much as he loves those things, he'll never admit it, not even to himself really. Rather, his mentality is that you should be grateful. Here he is, a very highly respected, accomplished, capable person, and you...? You have what to offer, exactly? That's right, nothing, really, only cuteness and obedience, the latter of which you refuse to give him even though you really ought to. He's taking on the burden of making sure you don't get yourself killed, and how do you repay him? By getting mad about it, throwing a fit like some little kid? He puts up with your tantrums, which are really undeserved, by the way. He puts up with your disobedience and repeated rule violations, your sheer determination to defy him when he's going out of his way to do what's best for you.

One day, he thinks, you'll mature a little bit and understand why he does what he does, and when you do, you'll come groveling and sniffling about how sorry you are, how you'll never defy him again, how you'll be good and obedient from now on, and he'll love every second of it. He looks forward to that day quite a bit.

"Sigh... you know, you're pretty lucky I love you so much. You could stand to show me a little thanks, don't you think?"

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's strongly determined, and yet... doesn't do much to try. It goes back to his mindset that really, you're the one who should be grateful for him, and eventually, you will love him. He's not gonna grovel to you or try different ways of making you love him, no, he's far too proud for that. But he's a smart man. He knows the effects that complete and total isolation other than one other person can have on someone. He's just going to sit back and wait for that effect to kick in, and slowly watch your fragile little mind deteriorate until you're desperate for affection. At which point, well, he can use it against you.

"You were so mean to me before, weren't you? You fought me every step of the way, and now you're just going to turn around and act like that didn't happen...? Well, if you're really sorry, I'll forgive you. But how am I supposed to believe you really are...? Maybe you can think of a way to prove it, hm?"

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Probably the severity of his degradation. As aforementioned, most yanderes, even the more confident or cocky individuals, either worship the ground their beloved walks on and sees themselves as beneath them, OR sees their darling as some sort of fragile, angelic being, and they are simply a protector or caretaker to that being.

It's a bit different with him, ever the narcissist. It's a strange duality born out of a rare mix of neediness, obsession, and pride. You're more like a toy, or a pet - an invaluable pet that he could never part with, but a pet nonetheless. He certainly looks down on you more than the average yandere - he mentally associates you as naive, fragile, even dumb like a lot of the aforementioned protector/caretaker types, but without the reverence to make up for it.

It's a bizarre duality that not even he fully understands - don't think for a moment that that means he'll ever tire of you, or view you as disposable. No, he's actually one of the most obsessive ones, yet very demanding of attention and praise, rather than giving it.

He frequently tests you - things like leaving the door unlocked, waiting outside just to see if you'll try it. Seeing you open that door, watching your face go from ecstatic excitement and drop to wide-eyed terror, it's priceless.

"My, my, you didn't waste any time at all, did you? Why do you look so surprised...? You should know I wouldn't slip up that badly."

Pet names, but in the most infuriatingly condescending way, and uses them more often when he's mad and trying to warn you that you're pushing his limits. Particularly fond of "sweetheart," especially with a low warning tone and clenched teeth.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Horny fucker, all the way. The man has a lot of stress and frustration in his life already, that much more if you're... less than compliant with your new lifestyle. Sex, especially rough and hard, is a fantastic stress reliever.

Very little reservation. He's not crude about it, but he tends to make subtle innuendos very frequently, and laughs at your embarrassed reactions. Definitely the type to pull the whole shtick in which he says something with a blatant sexual undertone, then elaborates in a way to make it sound like having meant something else, follows with that smirk and says, "Why? What did you think I meant?" It's something he really enjoys doing, and loves to get embarrassed reactions out of people, particularly yourself.

"Touchy" doesn't begin to describe it. Pretty much from the moment you meet him, he's got his hands somewhere on your person. He grabs your shoulders when he stands behind you, he wraps an arm around you from the side when he walks up to you, he's always pressing his hands on your back and sides whenever you're navigating the streets, walking through doorways, wraps an arm around your waist when sitting next to you. It's highly uncomfortable, but really, he's just got something very subtly, but very strongly intimidating about him. You almost don't want to confront him on it. If you do, he'll laugh it off, and stop -- for maybe 48 hours or so, and then he'll be right back at it.

To the surprise of, well, everyone who's ever met him, he doesn't actually live up to the rumors of having been around the block, so to speak. His experience is actually little to none - that kinda happens when you push everyone around you away. Not that he'd ever let you know that, of course, and will probably lie if asked, but you can gleam a little bit of truth from slightly awkward movements and a bit of noticeable shakiness.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Kind of like Razor, the issue is that he loves you, and what better way is there of expressing love? He's not much for gift-giving or words of affirmation - no, he's a lot better with words of degradation, it comes more naturally to him. And he's certainly not one to enjoy acts of service -- well, not doing them, he'll gladly take them as a sign of your love, though. No, he expresses love through touch. It's like how, when you hug someone you really love, someone you missed, you squeeze them extra tight - the love manifests as a physical urge for some strong expression. Humans are physical about their emotions -- we punch walls when we're mad, we jump up and down when we're happy, and when you love someone, sometimes you just really, really want to pound them into a mattress as hard as physically possible. That's normal. That, and really, he's got his vices. He's actually fairly weak when it comes to resisting temptations, and prone to give in to urges for physical sensations like drunkenness and sex.

Is another one to be convinced that, with time, you'll come around. And is absolutely the top candidate to be one for using your own body against you - if you get wet, if you whimper, if you cum, that's just proof that you really do want this, that you're just being difficult because you enjoy being a brat, and he'll be sure to tell you that.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

This is nearly indistinguishable from punishment, sadistic bastard

D/S dynamics

Arrogant fucker wants to be served and worshipped, you could see it coming from a mile away. Anything that puts you beneath him is going to make him happy - anything where you're where you're supposed to be. There's a lot of options, but it doesn't really matter, as long as he feels like he's in control and ownership of you in some way, and as long as you act accordingly.

He wants it to be something that’s not just for sex, but rather, he’ll end up carrying it over into normal life, whether you like it or not. If you just went along with it in hopes of getting it over with once he cums, you’re going to be in for a treat when it starts to carry over. He gets a little too used to being worshipped, and decides he likes that submissive attitude on you enough to want to see it all the time.

Petplay/Collaring

It really helps that he sees you as something of a pet already, but really, the collar is the selling point. Even if you never go outside, there's something unbearably hot about the possessiveness of it all - really, it's there to remind you of your status as property. He wants to own you, and for you to be forced to acknowledge that he owns you, and there's really no better way to do that than something with his name on it. It's even better with a leash, one he can pull on when he's fucking you to pull you back onto him over, and over, and over, hearing it choke you the more he shortens it.

But really, having you crawl towards him on all fours and obey little commands so simple they're humiliating is pretty nice, too.

Impact pain/painplay

There's really nothing quite so powerful feeling as watching you cry and squirm from it, y'know? He's another one that just likes the marks his hands, belts, or anything else can leave all over the skin of your ass and the back of your legs. The thing with him, though, is it's not even always a punishment, he just does it for fun, and that makes it unpredictable. Will definitely make you count, it's a sadistic torture for your mind and body.

Throatfucking

May be used as a punishment measure, may just be because he's craving it, either way, even if you have a gag reflex, you won't for very long. He'll train it out of you gradually, grabbing the back of your head and just slamming all the way down into your throat, holding you there, making you choke - it's a beautiful sound, really, listening to you gag, all while your throat spasms around him, it's the best feeling, really, and will definitely be used as a threat if you need incentives to behave.

Choking

Ties into the dynamics, but really, there’s not much to say on this one. He likes the power trip from having his hands wrapped around your throat, seeing you struggle, watching your face go red, hearing those little choking noises. It puts power over you into his hands, and if you get pleasure from it against your own will, that’s even better.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Absolutely one of the ones to use it as a tool. If you have a baby, you'll be so much more bound to him. You'll need him more, you'll want him around more, you'll be much less likely to leave, and in a way it feels a little bit like a sign of ownership over you.

That being said, he's also acutely aware of his jealous tendencies, and realizes he would also be very likely to become jealous if he felt like you loved a baby more than him, or gave it more attention and affection than you do him. He doesn't like the thought.

So ultimately, the latter side prevents him from willingly trying, but if you really, really have defiance issues even after he's tried everything he can to break you help you adjust, he might consider it.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

If it's mild enough, he can just take the route of extremely rough fucking - it gets rid of the frustration, he likes hearing you whimper and squeal, and he can leave lots of little bruises as reminders of what not to do in the future.

But, again, he already gets off to putting you in pain - it'll be that much worse when you've done something to deserve it. Harder hits, no mercy whatsoever, and he just loves all your little cries, wiping away your tears and smiling at you, right before bringing down whatever instrument of pain he's chosen again. If you really, really make him mad, and he really wants to make you cry, he's not above fucking your ass, either, watching you cry and beg, but you'll learn with time that begging doesn't ever get you out of anything.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Definitely an ass man. Likes fucking you in doggy, seeing the ripple every time you bounce back off of him, pulling your hair or arms to add some force. He likes seeing all the little red marks that his hands and belts and anything else will leave on the skin, views it like marks of possession. Grabbing, beating, fucking, it's all good.

#Jesus take the wheel im too nasty for this #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere kaeya #tw: dark content #tw: noncon #tw: non/con

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I would like to request! Can I request? Well I wish for you to consider what type of person/what kind of situation would cause the brothers to make a pact with someone. Maybe even what they would request in exchange? This can be before or after they met MC. With that out of the way, I totally binge read all of your works after my sister gushed to me about the True Form series, and just thank you??? It made me really happy reading them and it's always impressively detailed and well thought out.

Awww thank you! I’m glad it’s rave-worthy! I plan to add to it soon bc it was an absolute riot to write and research for lol

And wow this one is a toughie! I’ve actually never thought of what would make them want a pact! Hope ya like it!

Lucifer- Pact of Success

Absolutely the hardest brother to do business with, but that is probably a good thing. He is incredibly selfish with his contracts. Sure, they’ll benefit from his pact mark, but he will get the most out of it. Aside from MC he only takes requests for contracts from the human “elite”. They make wonderful feathers in his cap.

But also he takes some enjoyment in breaking them. They always get so cocky with his contracts thinking that they have him on the ropes and at their beck and call. It gives him a good chuckle, humans are so brazen considering their very short lifespan.

He destroys them slowly over time- all the little minutia he peppers in his legal bindings adds up. Not that his normal clientele ever read the fine print. But he designed it that way to make sure they don’t. All their requests are the same and so simplistic. Big boats, fancy cars, climbing the proverbial ladder faster than their friends or enemies - blah-blah-blah. At least the paperwork is easy to complete.

Very rarely does he find a contract he is excited to make. Those contracts are given to artists and craftsmen he sees potential in. He loves good art, and every artist should take pride in their work.

When it comes to the “price” of his pact it is worryingly simple. All he wants is some of their time. It sounds simple, and it is. Which is why it’s dangerous. The contract doesn’t specifically say how or the rules of it. How he takes your time is completely up to him.

Sometimes he simply comes for a drink and to ask how business is going. Or with the pacts he gives a damn about- he pops in to see progress on their artist visions or listen to their latest musings.

Other times if he grows tired of his pact holders’ ever-growing demands or ludicrous requests he comes and takes time right out of their lifespan. His visits leave them weak and fatigued though they can’t place why. He is a slow siphon of death and they are too foolhardy to notice. If he is feeling especially cruel, or sentimental he takes memories, things that a demon generally wouldn’t want.

Time with family, the first time they met the love of their life, a child’s birthday. He takes them all and leaves them with only a blurry recollection in his wake

When MC crosses his path though he is very apprehensive. He doesn’t want a pact or anything that could jeopardize Diavolo’s upcoming plans. But they make his skin itch with want. He doesn’t want them to be another trophy on his wall. He wants a mutually beneficial pact, one that almost leans in their favor and it grates him. Should/ when a pact is made he won’t use his powers on you as then he would have to take something in return. Instead, he takes his time and coaches them to be successful by their own right, though if he has to eliminate some obstacles- well they don’t need to know that.

Mammon- Pact of Riches

I love his man with all my heart, but even when he isn’t losing bets or getting tricked into pacts he still isn’t the most selective with who he conducts business with. He is the avatar of greed, after all. I guess it comes with the territory.

He scouts for already wealthy humans or people with a good head for numbers and is money smart. Some are too smart to deal with him, knowing that whatever monetary gain they are granted from him will backfire in the end (or their mama’s taught them not to make deals with strange demons). But a sucker is born every minute, and he has nothing but time on his hands.

His pacts are pretty simple and upfront. Sign on the dotted line and they get some of his wicked gamblers’ luck and more riches than one human life span could do much with. While he gets a glorified accountant and a nice percentage of their profits. It’s a win-win… for him.

See he forgets to mention that there are two sides to every coin, and his flip side is particularly detrimental to one’s health. He just so conveniently glosses over that his luck will wear out over time depending on how frequently the pact holder uses it.

But the hunger for more doesn’t. If anything that particular sensation grows into an all-consuming fire in the pit of their pitiful guts. It forces them back into the seedy basements or griming gambling halls. One more roll, one more stack of bills, just one more time and they will hit pay dirt surly! But the losses just keep coming. If one of his pact holders ends up face down in a ditch after one too many bad hands and uncontrollable greed… well ain’t nobody’s fault but their own.

He has a softer spot for humans that seek him out and treat him like a living being instead of some tool to be tossed around at will. It’s refreshing. He will actually take some care with these pacts and tell them to temper their use of his magic so they can get the most out of it in the long run. They still might run into misfortune and he is genuinely sorry for that but there is only so much he can do in the end.

With MC he doesn’t even tell them about what his pact can do or how to use it. He doesn’t want anything bad happening to his human. If they want something tell him he will do it himself no magic or pact summoning required. He wants to keep them happy and healthy for as long as his lifespan will allow.

If MC should find how to use his pact mark he will get pissed. Not so much at them but the situation in general. He’ll be upfront about the whole thing, judge him how they want but he refuses to let greed consume them too. He focuses a lot of time and energy on learning how to reel in his magic with them so they get some of the perks but none of the major downsides. Unlike with his other pacts where he lets it all just run wild (just means they use up their contact faster and he can move on to even bigger fish).

Leviathan- Pact of Wisdom and Skill

Surprisingly, despite his antisocial tendencies with “normies”, he gets around when it comes to contracts. Perhaps it’s jealousy at his other brothers or perhaps he finds collecting contracts a bit of a game on its own.

He has a small niche of people interested in his pacts. Pacts with him give people a strategic advantage in nearly any situation. Seemingly overnight his humans turn into near tactical geniuses. Because of that, he is very popular with military leaders and humans with dangerous careers.

He also makes mini contracts with foot soldiers and humans with dangerous oceanic jobs. They just want to make it out alive and he gets that. With contracts like these, he is more lenient and doesn’t ask for much. Make an offering of fancy food to Henry 2.0 or wait in line for a rare human figuring he wants. Wam-bam thank you ma’am kinda business.

This is completely different from his larger contracts. With the military contracts, he expects them to continue with their duties until they die in the field. Simple as that, he doesn’t mince words in his contract. It’s what he would do as General so he expects it from them. Should they try to define him he will get rid of them.

He takes delight in defiant contract holders. They think they are as clever as he is now. But they forget that they are using his magic. He could take his magic away right after they defy him sure...but he won’t. He lets them stew for a bit, thinking they have had the last laugh on envy. If they wish to play games with a General then he will make sure it’s good.

With MC he plays on easy mode, granting them insight and little touches of his magic during exam week or when playing a game against his brothers. He wants nothing in return from them but some quality hangout time.

Satan- The Pact of Retribution

As the only pure-blooded demon out of the seven, he does these pacts out of necessity like most other demons. While the others do it more so out of monetary gain and an obligation to the crown. Or if you’re Belphie, sheer enjoyment.

He does it because he hungers, it a hole in his very self that he is trying to fill. He hunts for one reason only- relief from his cardinal sin. He will never feel the calm after a storm of rage naturally. Patience and tranquility are the antitheses of his very creation. So he gets it artificially through his contracts.

He looks for the downtrodden, angry, and the most bitterly despondent humans he can find and gives them the chance to seek vengeance. He is very upfront with what his pact entails. Once the vengeance is complete his rage will consume them and they will become another soul for him to consume.

He isn’t cruel about the process or tries to trick a human into a mark. Very few of the ones he approaches turn him down even after hearing the details. It is possible that humans once shot to get even and he gets to feel bliss, to feel calm. He finds out that the longer or more obscure the plan for retribution is the sweeter the outcome is for Satan.

If he is feeling super ornery he will go after people affected by the outcomes of Lucifer’s pacts. They are easy prey and almost as wrathful as Satan himself. Bonus it aggravates Lucifer to no end when he has to go out of his way to clean up the mess Satan’s contract made of his own. Anything to piss him off makes Satan feel all the better.

With MC he doesn’t need to use his pact magic. Mostly because they are always around him in the Devildom, and no one is stupid enough to mess with someone Satan favors. If someone or something does irritate his MC he will take it out before it can fester into something his magic will try to latch onto. Keeping you calm and happy makes him feel almost tranquil as well.

Asmodeus- Pact of Gratification

Another very popular pact to try to get, and how could it not? He is fabulous~ But as much as people try to find him, he only goes for a certain type of contract. He has his perfectly manicured fingers on the pulse of the fashion and beauty industry.

His name is a whisper among the up and comers in the business. Many-while not looking for a pact - at least want to see him at least once. Many never will, they get cut from their agency or quit before they could get a foothold. It happens, and he hates to see it. Everyone deserves to feel gorgeous, or at least get a chance to be in the same room as him!

But for the ones the perceiver and climb the ranks get invited to one of his many parties. They can only get invited by someone wearing his mark. He trusts them to know who would be amenable to his contract.

His pact grants its bearer a glamor that can’t be broken by any meer mortal or mage. It makes them absolutely irresistible. How they wield that power is completely up to the user, he won’t judge or intervene.

Once they sign the contract all his holders see him frequently. He absolutely loves dropping in on their shoots or fancy dinners to say hi or get a recap on how they are fairing. Not because he is a nice demon or just super friendly (though they would like to think so). No, he just likes to watch.

His payment is slow, methodical and no one sees it happen until it is already complete. In exchange for beauty and the graduation of getting whatever their little hearts could as for he gets their ability to love, whether that be familiar or sexual. Asmo loves the feeling of being loved; he wants it in all ways possible.

Some pact holders don’t have an issue with this. They got their looks, a successful career, and people to manipulate to their heart’s content. Not having strong contentions with anyone works in their favor. But others don’t and while they search for him to try and get that little slice of humanity back he is long gone. He got what he wanted anyway.

MC is his darling. He can and will make a special contract just for them (reviewed by Lucifer). A beautiful new contract for a beautiful soul! He wants you as unchanged as possible because this MC is the one he fell for.

Beelzebub- Pact of Prowess

His pact is a very elusive one as he isn’t keen on going and looking for one. Beel isn’t a big fan of these trades, but he needs them every once and a while. Nothing is more filling than a contracted soul.

His trade is basic, make a pact and you get his strength. He, like Satan, is upfront about what his payment is and what side effects will plague them. He sees no reason to lie about it. The more they draw on his power the more the host's body gorges itself. Their bones will collapse in on themselves from the stress of it- the magic feeds on anything in the host bodies. It will deplete the iron in the blood, go after the calcium in the bones, sink its teeth in their muscle system.

It’s all rather gruesome and Beel does feel bad about it. He tells though who are still adamant about binding with him ways they can negate some of the side effects by taking supplements and augmenting their diets.

But it is like patching a deep cut with a bandaid, it just won’t work. His stomach is near bottomless- humans most certainly aren’t. They simply can’t eat enough to sustain their body like he can.

It surprises him that people still seek him out. To some, the pros outweigh that very huge cons. Some really do believe that they can find a loophole or find the right mix of medication to offset it.

He doesn’t get beaten up about it anymore but it gets on his nerves how obstinate humans can be about his very clear warnings. When his magic finally consumes them he takes both the body and soul back down with him and feasts on both.

With MC he keeps an eye out on them. Consistently checking in, making sure they don’t skip a meal, and join him at the gym often. He wants them to be strong and healthy enough to not ever want to use his pact. Though he does speculate that their angelic bloodline buffers both his and his brother’s magic a good bit.

Belphegor- Pact of the Visionary

Dreamers come in every shape and size and from different walks of life. But they are are all suckers to Belphie. He is known as the Lord of Decet for a reason.

He will promise them everything and anything their heart desires. That invention that will change the world? Done. A patent that is long overdue. Easy enough. A sudden rush of ingenuity to complete that nagging project. He is a devil of his word, it will be done. It- just won’t be done in the way they would want it.

See manipulating the physical realm is hard work. Like a lot of hard work. More than he would ever do for some stupid little human. It’s a lot easier to control outcomes in his realm.

The moment the contract is signed his hosts fall under his control and he takes it from there building a perfect little dream world for them to frolic in and believe they are getting what they want. He feeds off of them here, taking little sips from their energy and exploring these new fresh dream worlds. His dreamscapes get boring every once and a while, so having a new human under his influence is always refreshing.

While his humans thrive inside their minds their bodies waste away in bed as his magic draws them further and further into an endless sleep.

He doesn’t see anything wrong with his contracts. Who would argue with him that the dream realms aren’t real in their own sense? Did his humans not accomplish their goals in the end? He doesn’t think of the outside effects of his magic and pacts. Belphie really doesn’t care about what families he broke apart or lives he inadvertently affected.

MC is different to him though. He doesn’t keep them under his spell hardly ever (maybe if they are spending too much time with Dia or Lucifer. But he doesn’t push it with them.).He still walks into their dreams whenever he feels but he comes just to visit, not to change. He simply just enjoys keeping you company and relaxing in the little mini paradise you always seem to create in your dreams.

#obey me #request!#obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanon

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