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david-talks-sw · 5 months ago

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I'd say where the dissonance really starts, when it comes to the portrayal of the Jedi in more recent Star Wars stories, is the perception of what the Prequels are about.

They're not about the Jedi.

George Lucas said over and over that they're about:

How a democracy turns into a dictatorship, we see this in the background of the films, as the Republic descends into becoming the Empire.

That first theme is then paralleled with a second theme: how a good kid becomes a bad man. We see this in the more character-driven and personal exploration of Anakin’s fall to the Dark Side.

The Prequels’ focus is on Anakin and the Republic, these films are not primarily about the fall of the Jedi. In fact, I’d argue they aren’t about the Jedi at all!

And when you look at the original backstory, you’ll notice that it also primarily focuses on:

The political subplot of the Republic’s downfall and Palpatine becoming the Emperor.

Anakin’s turn and his betrayal of the Jedi.

So, there too… the Jedi themselves aren’t really that big a part of the Prequels’ original idea. They aren't mentioned much, beyond their trying to save the Senate and getting wiped out.

The Star Wars movies aren't about the Jedi, they're about Anakin and Luke, they're about Obi-Wan and Padmé and Han and Leia, the Rebellion vs the Empire, the fall of the Republic.

They're not about Ben and Yoda and Mace and Ki-Adi and Plo Koon and Shaak Ti and Luminara.

Just like Harry Potter isn't about Dumbledore and McGonagall. Just like the Lord of the Rings isn't about Gandalf.

On a functional level, the Jedi are:

POV characters who witness the events unfold with their hands tied, they're our anchors, whose eyes we see through to see democracy crumble into dictatorship.

Embodiments/vectors of the message George Lucas wanted to get across through these movies, which is the conflict between selfishness & selflessness, greed & compassion (Sith & Jedi).

But that's about it.

However, if you ask today’s fans and Star Wars creatives, most will say the Prequels are about the fall of the Jedi Order.

This is a take shared by a big chunk of the fandom, including various filmmakers, authors, and executives involved with Star Wars, so much so that the time period the Prequel films cover has now been redubbed by Lucasfilm as the “Fall of the Jedi era”.

Which leaves us with a question... why? Why the dissonance?

My guess? It's because the Jedi are cool. They're awesome.

And deep down, they wanted the Prequels to be about the Jedi. About the Jedi Knights at their height, errant warriors like the Knights of the Round Table.

And they didn't get that. They got a bunch of diplomats serving a political institution. And that didn't make sense, right? That's not what they expected so it's bad. And it's Star Wars. It's Lucas. It can't be bad, right? So like... what were they missing?

Oh... wait... what if... that's the point? That the Jedi were supposed to be Knight Errants and being guided by the Force instead of like - ew - space ambassadors for the Republic. Yeah now it all makes sense.

The Jedi in the Prequels aren't what we wanted them to be and that's their failure! Like, it's not just that I didn't like them because they weren't likeable to me, it's that I'm not supposed to like them because the narrative totally says so--

-- it doesn't.

The Jedi preach and practice the same Buddhist values as George Lucas, mirroring what he says in interviews almost verbatim.

The relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin/Qui-Gon mirrors the dynamic between Lucas and Coppola.

The designs of the Jedi and their temple had to be toned down because they looked too bureaucratic and systemic.

This is Lucas we're talking about. "On the nose" is his middle name. He named the drug-peddling sleazebag "Elan Sleazebaggano." He ditched an elaborate introduction of General Grievous in exchange for just "the doors slide open, in walks Grievous and he's ugly."

If he had really been hell bent on framing the Jedi as elitist squares who lost their way and were mired in bureaucracy, he would've made them and the Jedi Temple look like the authorities in THX-1138.

They weren't likeable to some fans because, well, they weren't developed or shown as much as someone like Anakin. Because it's not about them. It's not their story. It's Anakin's. It's Luke's. It's their respective friends'. Or maybe it's an adversity to "perfect goody two-shoes" characters (which the Jedi are not). But hey, it's a movie for kids. Some 2-dimensionality is forgivable.

Bottom line, had more time been spent on the Jedi, had Lucas made the Prequels into a limited show and give them a whole subplot, had he decided to do away with the 30s serial dialog and let someone else write the dialog, maybe the reception might've been different.

But that's what we got. And guess what it's fine.

It's more than fine, it's fucking awesome.

I proudly and confidently say that I love the Prequels, with and without The Clone Wars.

I love my space monks, I love that they're diplomat wizards, I love that there's such a variety of them, I love that Mace is a no-bullshit guy who genuinely cares about his fellow Jedi and how screwed the Republic is, and Yoda is wise and kind but also a gremlin weirdo who'll embarass you in front of a classroom full of kids, and Ki-Adi has a penis for a head, is constantly calm and yet goes down like a champ even though they take him by surprise. I love that Shaak Ti can kung fu an army full of Magna Guards and still have the energy to charge at Grievous. I love that Obi-Wan is a sass machine who is also hilariously oblivious to the fact that he's just as terrible as Anakin.

They're awesome even if they're not perfect. They're awesome because they're not perfect.

But the movies are not really their story.

They're Anakin's. They're Luke's. They're the Republic's and the Rebellion's. And the fight against a space Nazi emperor/empire.

#jedi order #george lucas #star wars #long post #meta

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shadowystan · 1 year ago

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YANDERE! celebrity x f!reader – he's so pretty, so popular (you really don't wanna be his sweetheart)

No but YANDERE!celebrity with a toxic fanbase.

It's not him you should be scared of. Not his bodyguards or his influential family; not his obsessive ex or crushing best friend.

The fanbase.

Jealous fans would cloud your life. If you have social media, you'd be hacked a few thousand times a week. If you block them, turn off your comments and go private, you'd get doxxed. Plain and simple.

It's upsetting. It's suffocating. And it's downright terrifying whenever you're out in public. Death threats at your face, stalkers outside your door. No peace of mind, none whatsoever.

But of course if you're pretty enough...

YANDERE!fans who want nothing but the best for their idol. Only someone as dazzling as you could deserve him.

(It's set in stone. You have no choice.)

YANDERE!fans who're the epitome of degeneracy. Writing dirty, smutty fanfiction on the side while making ship edits with you and their celebrity. It doesn't matter how many times you've streamed live, asking them to quit it because the both of you weren't official or how much it makes you uncomfortable.

YANDERE!fans who instead of agreeing and respecting your wishes, go as far as to send you everything. Gone are the rules of RPF. They're spiteful, they're overbearing and most of all, they want you to know you have no power.

YANDERE!fans who litter whoever you try to date with messages of "kill yourself <3" or "jump off a roof. respectfully." on their social media comments or DMs.

YANDERE!fans who spread elaborate rumors about you when you do something that remotely doesn't meet their standards.

The air was soothing. The atmosphere lively. You heard the chatter of the birds, the laughs of the couples, the giggles of the teen girls-

"-Let's say she assaulted someone!"

What?

Leaning slightly to the left, you nonchalantly readjusted the dark spectacles framing your eyes. Hoodie pulled over your face and a lone piece of lettuce peeking out of your lips, the thought that someone might recognize you left your mind for the briefest of times.

And you focused on the task at hand. Eavesdropping on the conversation happening two tables to your side.

They were being rather loud. And concerning. Quite concerning.

"-That's too much, Sana." A puff of air left your mouth, a reassured smile curling in it's stead. At least Sana had wise friends-

"I mean how bad would it look for Iseul's reputation? He can't be dating an assaulter!"

You froze.

Iseul. Iseul. Iseul. Iseul Iseul Iseul Iseul-

That damned name.

A bunch of collective "oohs" and "aahs" splattered. The teenagers nodded in agreement, being particularly vocal.

"Let's say she bullied one of us!"

"Or that she has been to prison!"

"We caught her shoplifting?"

"Boring!"

A fry was thrown at whoever said the last word. Useless bickering followed by rolls of their eyes, the girls easily overcame the little hindrance and got back to brainstorming.

You sucked in a breath, spoon limply hanging off your fingers.

They were definitely talking about you.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. It's not a big deal. This is normal-

"We should break into her house or something. The address is leaked anyway."

The table screeched, you stood up.

Legs having a brain of their own, you paced out of the restaurant, the memories of the girls fibbing and bickering and planning like no tomorrow kept echoing through your mind. Like a broken record. Since when had your life turned to such shambles?

God. Why were things like this for you?

Releasing a shaky breath, you gulped, burying the insecurity deep inside of you. Whipping the lopsided glasses away, you stop caring for a moment.

You don't care. For sure. But then your hands are moving and they're looking through your pockets, seeking for something and my goodness, since when did your phone start feeling so heavy?

Unfamiliar and hesitant, you went through your contact list, heart beating so fast that you felt like it'll rip right out of your chest. Your lips quivered, flushed skin feeling hotter and hotter by the second. A fever? Or was this anger?

You shivered, ignoring the tears and the salt and the aching, aching feel of your soul. You fiddled for a moment – just a moment – but then you're harshly pressing the call button and wiping snot off your nose before placing the phone to your ear and waiting like a madwoman. Impatient and uncalm and-

"My love! You called!"

Him.

Him. Him. Him. Him.

How you hate him.

"I'll-I'll do it,-" You spluttered, very much on the verge of choking on your own spit and mumbling strings of curses at him and them and every single person who's so, SO mean to you- "I-i'll make it official. We.. we will! Just..- just please.."

You've perished. You've perished until this second, this moment and you'll continue perishing but-

"J-just.. make them stop."

Don't you deserve a break too? With everything he puts you through?

A tsk from his side was heard. Iseul sounded amused, almost cross with you. Almost pouty. Almost smiling.

"Really now? This easy? Things were only just getting fun."

You wanted to gut YANDERE!celebrity. Brutally.

#yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere #yandere x f!reader #yandere!celebrity #yandere!fans #yandere x reader

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aromantic-diaries · 9 months ago

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Yknow I feel more represented by characters who aren't confirmed to be aro/ace or even written as such, but can still be interpreted that way because of how they're characterized, rather than characters who are confirmed to be aro/ace through word of god while the actual story has no implications of that character being aro/ace beyond them not having a love interest. The latter kind of waters it down to not wanting to date or have sex which isn't really all there is to it. I get that not all representation has to be a 100% accurate, deep and touching depiction of the aro/ace experience, but that doesn't mean completely ignoring the character's identity beyond not giving them a love interest.

I will elaborate with two examples under the cut

So for the word of god representation, let's take Lilith Clawthorne from the owl house as an example. I think she's a great character, I liked her, and I think the owl house is a fantastic show that deserved better. However I don't think of Lilith as good representation because the only real confirmation we have is outside of the actual show. It's not in the canon material, she doesn't have a love interest but she's not even the only character who stays single so that doesn't mean much. She isn't shown to be any different from anyone, her being aroace isn't really relevant in any way. I'd say the best word for describing this type of representation is Passive. We know she's aroace because it was confirmed outside of the show, she doesn't have a love interest, but it doesn't really go beyond that. I get that the show was cut short and maybe it would have been elaborated on more but that's just a generous assumption on my part. My point is, I don't really see any real aro or ace experiences reflected in her character, neither mine or anyone else's. She doesn't really represent any actual aspec experiences at all which is why I don't consider her to be good representation. I still understand the community's attachment to her though, we take what we can get and what we get is very little. So while I love the owl house, the aroace representation is pretty dissapointing compared to the great representation of other queer identities and I'm kinda bummed that the aroace character still gets sidelined in an otherwise very queer friendly show

For another example I'll bring up my all time favorite, Rudy Waltz, protagonist of the book Deadeye Dick by Kurt Vonnegut. Deadeye Dick is not a feel good story. The story is dark, bitter and the conclusion is no different. Still, I would describe it as oddly comforting and pretty funny at times. So what does that have to do with anything? Well, our Rudy can very well be interpreted as asexual and probably aromantic as well. He isn't referred to as such, he describes himself as a neuter, the author states in the preface that the protagonist's disinterest is a metaphor for his own declining sexuality, and the book was written before the term aromantic was even coined. However, as an aromantic asexual reading the book, I could not help but deeply relate to Rudy's lack of interest in ever having sex or finding a romantic partner. I felt kinship with him as he described knowing how many people there are who are just like him and yet they go unnoticed by most people, because I was one of those people. I related to him and the way his disinterest in sex was met with such confusion from another character. Despite not being described as such, Deadeye Dick is very much in part an asexual and an aromantic story because the protagonist's experiences line up with that of someone on those spectrums. You could argue that calling him aroace is problematic due to him fitting a negative stereotype due to his emotional detachment, or that he only fits the label because of said detachment, but that does not change the fact that he is still better representation than a character who was confirmed outside of the story with no real implications. I see myself in Rudy more than I do in Lilith because Rudy actually feels like an aroace character

Anyways, rant over. Feel free to disagree with me

#aro #aromantic #arospec #ace #asexual #acespec #aroace #aspec

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nekropsii · 5 months ago

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asking you this since you’re the only person who understands mituna in the entire fandom in my perception of the hs fandom

is it okay to headcanon mituna as autistic? sorry if you get this type of ask a lot/have already answered this type of ask

Instead of answering this question, I will give some food for thought: Mituna has a TBI. He has Brain Damage. This is a core element of his character. Probably the biggest one. In fact, it's so important to him that it's an injury that has remained with him in death. His TBI is a huge, huge part of what makes him... Well, him. It's why he's interesting.

So... Why is a need felt to also declare him as Autistic? Assuming this is a projection thing, since it tends to be most of the time - if you relate to him for his already canonical Neurodivergency, which is Brain Damage, why does one need to give him Autism as well?

Oftentimes when people headcanon him as Autistic, they tend to minimize or even outright erase his TBI. Oftentimes, people say he's Autistic as the reason he's canon Neurodivergent representation... Even though he's shown no real signs of it, but instead is fully written as a character with a Frontal Lobe Injury, and is constantly stated to have Brain Damage.

TBIs and other Neurodivergencies are often seen as less palatable than Autism. On Tumblr especially, it's far more "acceptable" to be Autistic or ADHD or headcanon a character as such than it is to have Brain Damage or literally any other Neurodivergency or acknowledge that a character is written with those. Autism and ADHD are seen as cute and relatable - even though they're very complex and at times devastating disabilities that do have the potential to seriously fuck up your livelihood, much like Depression and Anxiety, and I'm saying this as someone who has and struggles with all 4 - and are often used to erase the presence of other Neurodivergencies. Hell, it's to the point where people use "Neurodivergency" as a synonym for ADHD and Autism.

Again, I'm not going to answer this question for you. I think there's a way someone could potentially make the narrative of Mituna having Autism prior to the TBI compelling - the TBI has essentially stripped him of his ability to mask, after all, so one could make it be a situation where some of these symptoms are ones he already had, but is only just now really getting shit for because he's no longer able to hide it, and part of that tragedy is knowing that had he never been good at masking, his "friends" would have never accepted him. You could get some interesting questions about that. Was the repression worth it? Would it have been better if he'd just been himself the whole time? I think it's extremely valuable to ask yourself why you see any character as any specific minority - necessary, even - and how that affects not only the character's writing in its original text, but also your relationship with said character. Consider optics. Consider the way in which this character is meant to function in the source material. What purpose do they serve, and what is the driving force behind this character? Is Occam's Razor applicable? Are there other explanations as to why they are the way they are? Perhaps ones that are more succinct, and cover more ground?

Yesterday, I watched a film that has provoked a response in Tumblr that I think is applicable. I Saw The TV Glow. It's a film about a Trans Girl who never finds the strength to accept herself or come out. It's an incredibly gut-wrenching watch. It made me cry several times, and there are parts that made me feel a deep pain in my chest. I sat through 95% of the film with a pit in my stomach. I had to lay on the floor in the dark for a while after I finished. There's a scene where the main character is asked whether she likes girls or boys. She says she thinks she likes TV shows, and elaborates by saying that every time she tries to think about that kind of thing, it feels like someone's cutting her open and shoveling out her insides until there's nothing left. Not that there was anything in there to start with, of course - she says she knows there isn't, but she's too scared to look for herself and see.

That scene was about how Gender Dysphoria can completely disrupt your sexuality and repulse you from the thought of that level of connection with others, because it is, in essence, a deep disturbance with the nature of who you are as a person. Many people who are Asexual, or Aromantic, or both, related to that scene because it, on the surface, depicts discomfort with romance and sexuality. What they failed to understand by chalking it up to its own sexuality, is the fact that that scene wasn't depicting a Sex-Repulsed Asexual, or a Romance-Repulsed Aromantic, it was depicting a Trans Girl who is at such deep odds with herself and her identity that she cannot grapple with the concept of loving or being loved.

What, functionally, is the purpose of slapping an extraneous label onto a character that is meant to depict a certain thing? What is the purpose of assigning the label of "Autistic" to a character meant to depict the tragedy of a loss of support after gaining a disability, or "Aromantic" or "Asexual" to a character meant to depict a deep internal struggle with unresolved Gender Dysphoria?

Ask yourself these questions, and carry on from there. See where your mind takes you.

#today we are pondering the nature of headcanons and fandom #homestuck #homestuck analysis #homestuck meta #i saw the tv glow #alpha trolls #mituna captor #cw ableism #cw transmisogyny #<== frankly... a lot of ISTTVG discussion dips straight into that. especially with this extraneous labelling stuff #mituna.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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Nsfw headcanons for Alien, please?

(It's finally time)

Alien's species does not feel sexual attraction without a deep rooted romantic/emotional attraction first. While they accept they aren't human when it comes to certain parts of their anatomy, they always wondered in sex Ed why they never experienced anything similar. On your first date, they take your hand trying to be romantic and it's the first erection they've ever had. Needless to say - they were quite surprised. The first week after this feat was unlocked, they couldn't look at you for five minutes without needed to rub one out. Taking on the phone was somehow worse with your voice directly in your ear. They felt horrible for getting off to your old voicemails and photos, but it got to the point it hurt/they couldn't finish without them. The intensity dials down overtime, but you can still catch them in a rut by wearing tight clothes or licking things off their fingers.

Alien is all about communication in the bedroom. They enjoy you being verbal for pleasure, but with their strength and how much is in the dark about their body they worry about hurting you. Instead of asking if you're good they set up a color system with Red, yellow, green, and white. The first are pretty self explanatory, but white is for when you want more. They're extremely nervous about their cum being harmful to you in some way and just use their fingers/tongue or always wears a condom. Once they get brave enough to paint your thighs or chest a couple times most of that restraint goes out the window

Alien's saliva is the perfect lubricant if any is ever needed. Their spit is has a honey like consistency, and they're a sucker for giving oral after the first time you let them go down on you. Their tongue is pretty long, and quite thick too. They put a ruler up to measure once and it reached about ten inches. Great for jar cleaning, excellent for bedroom use.

His spine is their most sensitive area/erroneous zone. It sucks sometimes because they'd like you to stroke their back without popping a boner, but other times it's good for that exact purpose. Try not to claw at their back unless you want them to finish on the spot.

The downtime is something else. Sometimes, he breaks into a fit of laughter while you're laying together - cause being remembering sometimes stupid he said in the act or how overwhelming the afterglow with you is. They'll kiss all over you and thank the galaxy for whatever lead you two together and ask constantly if there's anything you need. They set up a small kiosk by their bed with water and whatever else material thing you could want in that time. They value your comfort, and the promise you'll never part from them above all else. They're a very caring partner for someone who breaks into your house every other day if you don't already live with them.

Lightning round: Alien purrs - I will not elaborate anymore than this other than they're shy about it at first. Handholding is almost mandatory no matter the position you're in. Latex makes them weak in the knees. You will do alien roleplay at least once. Outside of the bedroom, Alien will fuck you at the theater they work at if it's empty, but if they're being real romantic they'll take you to up to the lookout spot they frequent (it's likely where you have your first time together too.). Yes, it does glow in the dark. Yes, their fluids are the color of Baja blast.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere #yandere alien #yandere smut #yandere exophilia

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merlinfromberlin · 13 days ago

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Imagine. TFP but there was an ancient spirit/deity living in the Star Sabre.

Bee, after the fight at the Omega Lock, can't remember anything that happened after picking up the Star Sabre for the first time. His memories only set back in once he pulls Optimus back up onto the platform.

None of the Autobots discuss it either. The only thing they told him is that he killed Megatron. But they refuse to elaborate beyond "you grabbed the star sabre, jumped down, stabbed Megatron & saved Optimus".

Bee himself is not even aware of the hole in his memories at first. But then Raf starts asking questions about the fight and Bee always answers with the same sentence. "You know... it was a real doozie, but I got... lucky, I guess."

The first time Ratchet hears Bee say that, he flinches violently and then pretends like that is absolutely normal behaviour. No, you did not just see him crunch his incredibly fragile medical equipment. It's always looked like this.

Optimus also starts acting odd towards Bee. He can't quite look him in the eye but keeps observing him from a distance. They've also stopped their philosophical discussions (yes; I'm going to insert my headcanon that Optimus and Bee watch ATLA together and then use it as a jumping off point to discuss Cybertronian philosophy and culture into everything).

None of the bots would admit it, but all of them are doing their best to keep Bee confined to the base. He is barely out on patrol anymore. It gets even worse once they are back on Cybertron because now he doesn't even get out to pick up Raf anymore. He's always kept busy indoors. Not even Smokescreen wants to sneak out with him.

Still, no one wants to answer his questions about what happened at the OmegaLock. He tries to corner Smokescreen and Bulkhead about it because they are the weakest link when it comes to resisting Bee, his shenanigans and questions, but neither of them budge.

And then Bee starts noticing other signs of change. Sometimes, his optics will suddenly just burn brighter. Bright enough to illuminate dark rooms or reflect on metal surfaces around him. Sometimes he is no longer sure that they're really blue.

Then, one night, he has a dream. He is lying somewhere, prone on his belly, unable to move and incredibly tired. It's hard to comprehend anything that's going on. His surroundings are bathed in blue (?) light and he can't see him, but he can feel Optimus being there, incredibly tense as he stands in between Bee and something that's so old it should have dissolved into dust eons ago. Optimus and the thing are talking but he can only gauge snippets of their conversations before something soothes him back into deep recharge. Last thing he hears is Optimus' yelling his name.

Then he wakes up at the entrance of their base, Optimus and Ratchet waiting for him as he returns from a drive. He has no clue where he went. Or why they look at him as if he was a ghost. Until he checks his internal chronometer and realises that the equivalent of a week has passed.

And when he asks what's going on, Optimus just pulls him into a hug and holds him for a long time, not saying anything.

#damn #it's a shame I can't start another WIP right now xD #I'd also need to figure out what exactly is going on #spirit didn't do anything to OP because he's protected by the Matrix #hm... i'd need to figure out what exactly the spirit wants with/from Bee though #maybe it's somehow connected to Primus and wants to revive Cybertron?#or maybe that's just what it says it wants #mh... who knows...#need to think about this #also - can you tell that I watched stuff about ghosts today #just to be clear: Bee still died. It's just different. he also did not get his voicebox back. and he doesn't know he died.#uh... I'm so setting this onto my list of possible future fics #transformers #bumblebee #also - why is smokescreen not the possessed one?#1 - didn't die #2 - most importantly: not the special blorbo of this blog #putting him through the horrors is just not super interesting to me #3 - maybe some protection put onto him from Alpha Trion?#fic ideas #tfp #horror esque #possession

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copaline · 3 months ago

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It's WIP Wednesday!

Time to share works-in-progress, writing or art, for Gravity Falls. No pressure but I'm tagging the usual suspects to share a piece of what they're working on:

@i-prefer-base-twelve

@punedrr

@journalnumberthree

@spoopyghostgirl

@mask-knife-is-buggys-girl

...and anyone else who sees this and wants to play! Consider yourself tagged by me! Feel free to use the banner!

Anyway, here's a fun little clip of upcoming Chapter 7 of Horror Vacui:

Her treasonous body had officially rebelled against her. After resisting every attempt to resume business as usual, it was clear to Leaf nothing would fix this other than a much-needed rest. A day or two without tampering with the fabric of reality should set her back to full strength. Well that much she could do. Taking a weekend off actually sounded nice, almost like a mini vacation. Defeated by her own exhaustion, Leaf had finally gone to bed and settled into the quiet darkness of her bedroom. The plush bed and cool sheets provided exactly the kind of soothing environment that placated her thoughts and allowed her mind to slip into a deep dreamless rest. This isn’t so bad. Who knew? Maybe she’d sleep an entire day away. The universe, of course, had other ideas. “-GOTTA WAKE UP!” Mabel’s shrill voice jolted her out of blissful nothingness into the harsh chaos of morning. Leaf blinked in confusion as she tried to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight. Someone had pulled open her curtains and rudely yanked away her covers. “Mabel?” she groaned, grabbing at her head as the blend of light and noise ignited a migraine. “It’s Sat’rday. Office is closed.” “I’m sorry I just really need your help right now Dipper is an ink monster and it was an accident but now there’s nothing we can do to-” Leaf was not entirely listening and tried to grab a pillow to throw to whap her into silence with only to then realize… “Why am I wet?” “About that, uh, you weren’t wakin’ up,” a gruff voice echoed from the doorway. Stan was there looking as though he’d gone three rounds with a sledgehammer. In his hand was a suspicious looking drinking glass. All at once the pieces slotted into place. They’d shown up, broken into her house when she hadn’t answered the door, and tried to waterboard her in her sleep. Annoyance bled into something closer to fury. “What in all the nine hells-?” she hauled herself out of bed, ready to break the rest of Stan’s nose when a small hand clutched her damp sleeve. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry but please, please Leaf, you have to help my brother,” Mabel’s voice trembled as though she were about to burst into tears. “Mabel…” Leaf gave an exasperated sigh. She was cranky at being so rudely woken up but choosing violence at this particular moment seemed wrong for a vague reason that her barely conscious brain refused to elaborate on. Leaf visibly deflated before glaring balefully at the child. It was then she noted Mabel’s stance. Her hands were curled into two small fists as though ready to fight, but her eyes were frightened. She didn’t seem to have slept at all the night before and her sweater was torn. She is afraid and came to you for help. “Alright, alright, I’m up,” she grumbled before waving in Mabel’s general direction. “Take it from the top. What happened?”

#gravity falls #mabel pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #ford pines #stan pines #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #WIP Wednesday

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pastelwitchling · 8 months ago

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What about Michael and isobel bonding cause both Alex and Kyle go at a million miles an hour and don't sleep when they're working on something together

So they're just stuck watching two grown men stumble around borderline delirious waiting for the right moment to intervene and get them to rest

@brittz-2123

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It was Michael’s day off. He should’ve been comfortable in bed with Alex’s body curled into his, Alex’s head on his shoulder, Alex’s arm slung over his waist as he cuddled deeper into Michael’s chest. Because Michael’s days off were often Alex’s days off. Because Alex didn’t usually take days off by himself. Because he was insane.

Michael didn’t want to know about his work schedule before they’d gotten together, but it didn’t matter anyway. Alex had him now, and that meant that Michael was very religious about his days off. If he didn’t rest, Alex wouldn’t, and Alex had to rest.

Of course, Alex was still Alex, and he still had his nightmares, and though Michael sleeping in did guarantee Alex would be in bed, it didn’t always guarantee he’d be sleeping.

That was why, when Michael peeked an eye open to find Alex sitting up in bed, working on his laptop, he groaned under his breath and wrapped an arm around Alex’s hip.

“No,” he whined, squeezing Alex to him and shoving at the laptop with his elbow. “No, Alex.”

Alex chuckled under his breath. He already sounded more tired than he had last night when he’d gotten back from Deep Sky, ready to collapse. “Want to elaborate, honey?”

“It’s a day off,” Michael insisted, refusing to be deterred by the pet name, no matter how it made him blush. “That means sleeping until we’re awake enough for sex, then food, then sex, then repeat. No codes, no satellite searches, no alien anything but me.”

Alex hummed, sliding a hand into his hair and tugging on the curls. “I do like my alien.” He smiled down at Michael, making his blush deepen. Seriously, how old was he? “I’m sorry,” Alex said wearily. “I guess I have a hard time not following orders the second I get them.”

Michael considered him, and reached up to trace Alex’s lips with the tips of his fingers. “They’re not orders, Alex. Ramos wouldn’t dare give you an order.” He dropped his hand to grip Alex’s chin, tugging until he met his eyes. “You know you’re not a soldier anymore, right? You’re free, baby. You make the orders.”

Alex’s smile turned a little strained, and rubbing his face with one hand, he used the other to shut his laptop, setting on the nightstand. Scooting down into bed and turning onto his side so he could face his husband, Alex folded his arms beneath his pillow, and leaned in, gently pressed a kiss to Michael’s chin, then his collarbone.

Looking up at him, Alex whispered, “Can’t you make the orders for me? I’d follow them all, you know I would.”

Michael traced his hand down Alex’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and back up to slide his hand into his hair. He did know that. He knew Alex would do anything and everything Michael asked of him, and Michael knew that he needed it now. He needed to be told what to do, to have some direction or he’d tear himself apart trying to follow the million other directions in his head trying to get his attention.

However, Michael knew that telling him to rest would be unfair and impossible. He couldn’t force Alex’s mind to calm down when he knew his husband needed more than just another order. Too often, Michael had wondered how to talk to an ex-airman. How did you get to the core of what was bothering them and banish the fears there? How did you destroy the darkness?

Except then, Michael realized that Alex had fallen in love with him for a reason. He’d never been good at acting like others wanted or expected him to. If he was ever going to help Alex, it had to be as himself. So he’d stopped asking himself what a military man might do, what everyone else would do, and started to wonder what he wanted most to do.

“Okay,” Michael said, cupping Alex’s jaw and brushing his cheek with his thumb as he came to a decision. “Okay. You want an order, Private? Get up, get dressed.”

Alex raised a brow, his lips quirked in weary amusement. “Where are we going?”

Michael pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. “The Crashdown.”

“For breakfast?”

He smiled. “Nope.”

Michael held the door open for Alex, the bell’s jingle above their heads as they entered a prelude to the ambience of the diner. Steam hissing from the open kitchens, to-go boxes ringing up, waitresses taking orders and jukebox music playing over the cacophony of families and couples laughing and chattering over their meals and coffee.

Michael watched Alex carefully, and when he saw the tension that had been in his shoulders all morning finally loosen, he knew he’d made the right call. He caught Alex’s hand and put it through his arm, then stuffed his own hands in his jacket pockets as he scanned the Crashdown. There Isobel sat next to the window, with Kyle seated next to her, looking about as tired as Alex did.

When she saw him, she waved him over. As he and Alex neared, Kyle seemed to realize that they would be forcing Alex to put his back to the exit, so he nudged Isobel and the two slid into the opposite seats. Giving Kyle a shy but grateful smile, Alex slid into the booth, tugging Michael in beside him and pressing their arms together.

“Well,” Isobel greeted Alex, “you look about as well-rested as he does.” She nudged her chin at Kyle, who’d been staring out the window, and blinked.

“Huh?” Kyle looked between the three of them. “Is someone talking about me?”

Isobel shrugged a shoulder as if to say, What’d I tell you?, even as she reached up to rub Kyle’s temples with her thumbs. Kyle’s brows were pinched, like he had a perpetual migraine. Michael recognized the look from Alex’s face.

“Third shift in a row at the hospital,” Isobel explained, since Kyle seemed too tired to. “He got back just an hour ago.”

“M’fine,” he murmured, eyes shut, either with pain or relief, Michael didn’t know.

Either way, his presence brought an extra comfort to Alex (no, Michael didn’t want to talk about it, and this was the only time he would acknowledge it), and Alex brought an extra comfort to Kyle (because, obviously). All part of Michael’s plan; the ambience of the everyday world going on around Alex was the reminder that he was safe; Kyle here and in front of him was a reminder that the people he cared for most were safe; and Michael here at his side, their arms linked together, was the anchor he needed to hold him here. With his friends and the man that loved him more than anything.

One look at Kyle, and it was clear that being here, having Alex and Isobel here where he could see them, safe and sound, was the same anchor he’d needed too.

They were both fast asleep in the booth before their meals arrived; Kyle’s head on Isobel’s shoulder, and Alex’s head on his folded arms, Michael’s jacket blanketing him.

Isobel smiled as she ran her fingers through Kyle’s hair, and picked up her smoothie. “How’d you know this would work?”

Michael shrugged a shoulder, picking at his eggs. “They keep getting pulled into different worlds. Sometimes they need to be dragged back.”

“I can’t believe that’s coming from you,” Isobel snickered, shaking her head. Albeit, only slightly, for fear of waking Kyle. “Mr. Nothing-Matters-But-Escaping-This-Planet. What changed?”

Her tone and the sparkle in her eye indicated she already knew. Despite the teasing, Michael couldn’t help but look at Alex, and slumped in his seat. Even with his arms folded and in a deep sleep, Alex’s fingers still clung to Michael’s sleeve, like he needed him no matter how safe he was.

Michael smiled, catching Alex’s fingers in his and squeezing lightly. He didn’t let go. “I found something that mattered more.”

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Happy Malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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whitecatindisguise · 8 months ago

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Oh my gosh I'm so scared/pos for the "Tails gets Maria-fied" one

Oooooh, you've chosen the fun one.

Okay, to set the scene.

It's a dark night, everyone is asleep. Or so it seems.

Suddenly, an alarm blares. The base is alive. Soldiers running in every direction. Night turns into day as the lights flood the ground and sky alike.

Searchlight passes around, looking, searching. It finally finds its mark as it settles on two running figures. Soldiers immediately surround them. The taller of the two steps forward, pushing the smaller protectively behind them.

"Hello, Shadow the Hedgehog," one of the soldiers steps forward, muzzle of the gun pointing at the hedgehog. "You're coming with us."

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It doesn't take long for Tails to figure out the escape plan. It almost seems too easy. They're sneaking through the space base, and Shadow can't help but feel nostalgia. Except it's not good.

It's just like last time. Hunted by soldiers. Doing their best to escape.

Shadow grits his teeth as he promises to not let the past repeat.

Oh, how wrong he is.

"They're after me," Shadow says, as they stare at the single escape capsule.

"You're right," Tails agrees.

Shadow feels a push on his back. He falls forward, the glass falling down behind him. He turns immediately, staring into the sapphire eyes in shock.

"That's why you can't stay."

Shadow screams as Tails hits the switch. Last thing he sees is the door being forced open, soldiers swarming inside and forcing the fox to the ground. Then, it's only darkness.

When he wakes up in the deep jungle, protective glass of the capsule broken on the impact, Shadow already has a plan. He takes out his comm.

"Shadow, you're alive," a joking but also worried feminine voice sounds from the device. "I was afraid you've finally kicked the bucket."

"I need you to tell me where the nearest Chaos Emerald is," he says, ignoring the message. He looks up to the sky, his eyes ablaze. "I've got a score to settle."

And then we have Shadow desperately trying to get Chaos Emerald and not let Sonic know he (unwillingly) left his little brother alone with people who should not be messed with. No, it's not G.U.N.. No, I'm not going to elaborate.

#basically Shadow doesn't want Tails to end up like Maria #because he reminds him of her #so yeah #that's the idea #i so wanna write it #also i guess it's “turn the explanation into a short writing” format dndndnd #nothing wrong with that tho #miles tails prower #shadow the hedgehog #kitty mom answers

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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How would heethan and heelel react to me having a hand kink

"Hand Kink."

Warnings: 18+ SMUT! Unprotected sex, breeding kinks, heelel and heethan are ruthless and there are extreme non-con/dub con vibes. Yandere love. Possessive and obsessive love. MDNI! Heeseung (as heethan and heelel from MGR and SE7EN series) are ruthless.

Mean Heethan. Mean Heelel. Mean HS. Breeding kinks. Non-con. Dub-con (if you squint hard enough). Dom!HS. Sub!Reader. Yandere love. Insane love. Just....all the dark things you could imagine in a small tiny drabble. lol.

"What are you doing pretty?"

"Comparing the size of our hands."

".....why?"

"......no reason."

"Yyyyyyyy/n........"

"....i just...i think....well.....i just think that....hands are kind of....sexy...especially yours.....they're so big and strong...and.....i just...i mean...you know...."

Immediately following your words, Heelel grabbed hold of your neck firmly, yet stroked his thumb in an up and down motion and was so tender in his mannerisms. He eyed your throat under heavy lids as he softly speaks out, "what do you want me to do to you?"

Gulping, you weren't ashamed to say it, just a tad shy, yet you collected your courage and told him, "Fuck me and dont let go of my neck."

"Granted."

Over the course of how many hours that went by, you were forced to watch as your husband bred his seeds deep inside you, all the while holding onto your neck for leverage, forcing you to watch each time he released inside you.

.............

"Watch it....watch what i do to you pretty."

"He...Heeseung!"

"You like that dont you?"

"Mmm....mmmhmm.."

"You want more?"

Knowing full well that you should have said no, considering you were overstimulated, sore, and constantly dripping out as your stomach was filled with the heavy fluids of his lineage, swirling around inside and slightly expanding your gut as he kept cumming inside, you knew better than to answer honestly.....

"y...yes....more....." you stuttered out, while displaying the extreme look of fear and worry in your brow as you felt the tightness of his grip and witness the sadistic smile he smirked out, much like when you saw him for the first time without his mask.....

"Yeah....you want more...i know you do....so come here then, watch me fuck you and give you....MORE."

........................................................

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Can i see your hand?"

"Here."

Comparing the size difference, you smiled sweetly as you giggled. Smirking, he looks at you adoringly with intrigue.

"Whats so funny you pretty thing?"

"Your hand is way bigger than mine. It's so cute."

"yeah?"

"Yeah...its actually.....i think its kind of sexy."

"Oh yeah? Tell me more." leaning in, he pulls you by the waist and lays you on top of his chest as he burrows his face into your ear, sweetly kissing into you as you shrug your shoulder from the sensitivity of his ticklish kiss.

"I just....i dont know...i just like to imagine things."

"Like what?"

"Like......you holding on to me while.....you know...."

"Yeeeeah?......elaborate for me pretty, i'm interested."

"Just......like holding onto me for support...or like...like a handle."

"A handle?"

"yeah."

"Huh......is that right?" hooking his fingers onto your panties, he slips them off as he raises your fitted cropped tee and kept your thigh high socks on.

"Well baby.......as a matter of fact i need something to hold on to right now....kind of feeling a little...on edge......."

You smiled shyly as you knew what he was referring to......you just had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Because unlike most times, where Heeseung and Ethan took you based solely out of their own initiative and love or you, this time, you opened a door that you soon learned you should....have...not....opened......

..............

"Ugh! Please stop! Too much! its too much!"

Sighing into your ear as he breathes heavily from the overwhelming sense of pleasure hitting his tip each time he pumps it inside you, he growls.

"Oh but.....i'm not finished.....come here baby....let me hold on to you......bring daddy some comfort, yeah?"

Holding onto the side of your cheek as his thumb remained nestled in between your teeth, you felt his fingers gripping around the corner of your jawline as his thumb hooks into the corner of your mouth, rubbing against your inner cheek. "ready to get fucked?" he scoffs as he smirks a devilish smile towards you from his high kneeling position. Shaking your head, gleaming your eyes with a slight bit of tears towards his towering frame, you beg.

"Please.......not....not too rough this time......Heeseung."

Chuckling, he slurps as he bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes transitioning to a matte black appeal and displays a lifeless lack of luster as he slowly lets his Ethan side come through.

"Oh baby, you got a hold on me....just like i got a hold on you. Get ready to have some fun."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #heeseung hard hours #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #yandere heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung au #heeseung x you #heeseung yandere

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fullofgutsndopamine · 8 months ago

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sway (you’re swimming in my veins)

or: hasan is too big of an idiot to say he likes you, so he gets into fights to get your attention

or: you'll have to pry drunk, frat hasan from my cold dead hands

tw/creepy men, toxic masculinity, drunk people, alcohol, cursing, excessive use of “princess” as a pet name

the music is so fucking loud, you can't hear yourself think. Your hands are wrapped around a red solo cup of water, mostly to try to fit in it, to not draw attention to yourself- your eyes scan the crowd as you nod to the music, even though you don't know what this music is at all-

"You're staring." Your friend comes over, elbows you in your side, a smirk is covered up by the rim of the solo cup.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You lie,

"Frat guys are gross and I simply like to stare at them like they're creatures at a zoo. Some sort of odd creature to point at in awe."

"Right," Sam, your best friend snorts at your elbow, "And this has nothing to do with that hasan guy, right?"

"hasan," you snort, eyes everywhere but at Sam, “i didn’t even remember that’s his name-“

Sam rolls her eyes, "You need to leave him alone. He's bad news. And no-not in the 'i can fix him' sort of way-in-the-this guy needs to be looked at professionally sort of way."

Your voice drops, "What happened?" You ask, like it's a conspiracy theory. And it almost is, in the way you've heard whispers of him, of the bad things he's done, friends grabbing each other's elbows and pulling each other in close, cupped hands to the others ears when he walks in-but no ones ever elaborated beyond a warning to keep away.

Sam sighs, a deep breath, like it's the weight of the world on her shoulders, even though she's just telling someone else's tragic backstory.

"He's-" another sigh, "Just a dick, okay? He talks with his hands, not his mouth. He's always trying to get into a fight. Just-watch him, alright?"

Your head whips around to the guy pushed in the corner, throwing ping pong balls into red solo cups, stopping long enough to yell and throw his fists over his head.

"We're looking at the same guy, right?" You push.

This guy has a mop of unruly curly hair on top of his head, how he stops every once in a while to nervously mess with it, a too big black hoodie on, these dark bags under his eyes-you wouldn't talk to him for the fun of it, but he definitely doesn't look like he'd cause any real harm.

"Just because someone looks harmless, doesn't mean they are. Remember that. I'll be right back, I gotta tell James we'll be ready to go soon."

and she squeezes your shoulder and is off to find her boyfriend. You roll your eyes, the two of them are practically connected at the hip, and it makes you even more self aware of how alone you are.

"Y'know, you look like a creep in the corner?" A voice enters next to you, making you jump. You've never seen this guy before, short, blonde hair a mop on top of his head. "Did I scare you? I'm scott” when he smiles it reveals a partially toothless smile.

you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. a hard thump in your ears. something is wrong, you can tell.

"N-No, I wasn't scared." You try and play it off with a smile, "My friend Sam is around. I should go look for her. Drunk people, yknow-" you laugh, turning to leave, when he reaches out, his hand grips your wrist, hard.

"Stay."

in the corner, hasan is half listening to his two fraternity brothers attempt to talk politics ("Bruh. if you actually think Trump is bad-“) begging his eyes not to glaze over, just nodding his head, when his eyes meet yours.

Originally, he's caught in almost a dead space stare, just somewhere to rest his tired eyes (he'll insist later that it was just that, nothing more. nothing less.) but when he sees you try and move your arm away from this guy and him advancing on you more, well-

"Hey-" He's by your side before he can even stop himself and his Ma's voice is in his head immediately: why are you putting yourself somewhere you don't belong? but he shakes his head, pushing the thought down deep, "What's the problem over here?"

and he stands up straight, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed, trying to look intimidating because he always insist he isn't scary at all, even if his bruised knuckles say otherwise-

And you look, well-relieved and he hates how visibility less stressed you look now that he's here, like he's some sort of hero or as if he did anything big-

"No problem." The guy speaks right away, a slight slur on his lips that makes hasan roll his eyes.

"I think you should leave, Scott. I think they're uncomfortable." hasan keeps his voice low, you have to strain to hear it over the music.

"I think they're big enough to talk for themselves, yeah?" Scott smiles and it makes your skin crawl, an involuntary shiver coming out as you shrug his hand off your shoulder again.

"Get your hands off of them," hasan is taking a step towards Scott, "I'm not telling you again to leave them alone."

"hasan-"You try, not even knowing this guy, trying to talk him off the ledge, wondering if you're about to see what his reputation is here for.

"Yeah, hasan," Scott smirks, his voice high pitched, obviously making fun of you, "Listen to the little-"

Later, you'll insist you didn't see who threw the first punch, even if you definitely saw hasan’s knuckles collide with Scott's jaw first.

A small crowd forms around the two, and in Scott's defense, he gets a few good punches to hasan’s left eye before he's yanked away by a friend.

Sam finds you, tries to get you to leave, especially after this run in with Scott still has you on edge, but you insist you need to talk to him after his little stunt.

So naturally, that's how you find yourself holding his hand, dragging him upstairs to the bathroom, ripping off the out of order sign on the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. You set the toilet seat down and nudge him to sit down and he does, with a groan as goi go through cabinets.

"I didn't even get a thank you." He mumbles.

"Are-" your head pops out from behind a cabinet, where you're digging to find some kind of disinfectant, your narrowed at him, "are you pouting right now?"

He shrugs, staring straight ahead.

"I'm so sorry, but i can't take you serious with that bag of peas on your face." You manage to finally say, barely getting it out without laughing at him as he sets it on the counter.

"Here," You roll your eyes as you finally squat in front of him (even if he towers over you) "So you don't get an infection at the very least. Jesus, that's a nasty cut."

Your hand touches the edge of it and he winces,

"You sure you know what you're doing, princess?"

You look up long enough to glare at him, pouring some alcohol into the lid, decide his comment doesn't deserve an answer.

Instead, you do what you usually do when you're uncomfortable, and make jokes: "charming. haven’t been called princess in years-“ Sure, you've never talked to him but this feels like something someone would usually add onto the nasty impressions they do off him.

he pulls away as you put your hand to his face, his eyes narrowed, eyebrows one, "thanks, i like to think it’s original-“

You stare at him hard because he has to be joking.

“sure,” you level, knowing he won’t remember this in the morning, “i’m lying.”

He nods, satisfied with himself until he sees you unwrapping various supplies, spreading them out in front of you.

"You sure you know what you're doin', princess?”

your hand is against his face as your try to bite your tongue from pointing out the pet name , instead giving him a hard look as you bring the alcohol soaked pad to his eye.

"Fuck!" He finally yells, his hand flies to yours, rests on top of your hand, "Warn someone next time, why don't ya?"

"Can't handle a little alcohol?" you tease with a smirk, bringing gauze up to his eye to blot at it.

"You're a mess."

"You should see the other guy." He mumbles flatly with a groan, "So-that thank you? i'll take it now."

you finally look up and meet his eyes and he's smirking at you.

"Let me get this straight." You grab the peas and hold them, "you just got into a huge fight-in the middle of a party your frat is hosting and you want me to say thank you?"

"I was defending your honor, princess." He insists, that stupid smirk doesn't leave his face.

"I don't need anyone to defend me, certainly not you." You pick the peas up and put them back on his face, maybe with a little more pressure than necessary you hold them there for a second, "I'm leaving, so i won't be here to patch you up. Don't do anything stupid."

and you turn to leave before you do something stupid, like thank him for helping you, or worse-sees the pink splashed across your face.

three weeks pass before you see him again, and honestly-between midterms, your job and everything else in your life, you almost forget about his existance.

That is, as usual, until your eyes wander over to his again.

He sees you staring, and before your head can whip away from his, he gives you a smirk, a wink, throws back what's left in his cup and makes his way to you.

"Funny seeing you here, princess'" He smirks, leans down to talking your ear.

You roll your eyes, "Your frat is with mine. don't act like i'm here for any other reason."

you don't tell him how happy you are to have someone to talk to, always feel out of place at these parties, and he's like a forgotten puppy in a room at a party and you're happy to see him.

"Nah, not for another fifteen minutes or so” He smirks into his beer bottle, almost empty.

"Sorry."

you can tell by his smirk he isn't sorry at all.

and you aren't either, but you have a role to play up, so you groan.

"I gotta check on Sam, make sure she's still alive." you sigh, standing up, wiping imaginary dust off your pants.

"Awe, come on, princess. just five more minutes."

"Goodnight, hasan." you roll your eyes again, walking away.

so naturally, his first thought when Adam, who's equally as drunk as him, gives him a shove, is well, at least he'll see you again, as his hand collided with Adams jaw.

"we've gotta stop meeting like this." he smirks as he holds up the bag of peas to his nose, the fight now over and he sits on the hard title of the bathroom, his knees to his chest. you only knew about the fight because when people were tending to him after he asked for you specifically, by name.

"Is that the same fuckin' bag from three weeks ago?" you ask instead, "Jesus fuck, do y'all ever grocery shop?"

But, against your better judgment, your opening and closing cabinets for cleaner.

"They're frozen, it's fine." he insists as you kneel on the floor next to him and eh closes his eyes immediately when you sit next to him. "You smell nice." he adds.

"Fuck off, hasan." You groan, but you're grateful his eyes are shut so he doesn't see you blushing.

"i'm only speakin' the truth, princess' he smiles, his eyes shut, and he's feeling too confident-until there's more alcohol on his nose and he's groaning-

by first instinct-purely, first instinct, you insist-your hand reaches out and you wrap your hand around his. "You're fine. this should probably warrant a visit to the hospital." you sigh, his hand "You're fine. this should probably warrant a visit to the hospital." you sigh, his hand stays around yours.

"I'm fine." he sighs, opens one eye, still has his teeth barred from the alcohol. "Just stings a lil is all. Listen, lemme get you a drink.

“Just one."

"if i say no am i going to meet you in the bathroom again to patch you up?" you sigh.

"Probably." he smirks, shrugging. at least he's honest.

"One drink, that's it. And no more fights." he laughs, doesn't say anything at first as he stands, offers his hand and helps you up.

"Deal. c'mon, i know just the place." and you let him wrap his hands around yours, fingers interlocked as he leads the way.

#caroline writes #hasan #hasan piker #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker ff #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker x y/n #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you

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rulanarinrush · 5 months ago

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incredibly random, baseless, probably wrong thoughts+questions about drdt. like, there's literally no evidence behind any of these thoughts. they're dumb. open to discussion bc i like hearing thoughts. as per usual i didn't rewatch anything bc i'm lazy</3 so if something is wrong sorry and also this is not a theory and also this is not a criticism of the series, if you can somehow think of this as one. also sorry if this is incredibly obvious or has been proven by the series already too lol

Also I went searching a bit to see if there's anything I remembered that's referenced here, but the only theoryposts that I can find that use ideas from them are from @/1moreff-creator (for color theory). if anyone else recognizes ideas that r similar here I in no way mean to plagiarize you and if you want credit or brought up these ideas already just lmk (Or if you want me to take this down that's fine too)

david mv baseless thoughts: color theory+roman numerials here, thank you to 1moreoff

could the "subtract 4 due to tetraphobia" be a reference to arturo's "mind exercises 1 2 3 4?" I think I've seen some thoughts swirling around the fandom that it refers to the roman numerals like Veronika's, Whit's, Arei's, etc., as in literally taking 4 out of them like Whit's XV-IV becomes XI Mai's, but maybe considering it's colored green like in Arturo's section, it's referring to him? What does this mean? i dunno. could it mean he only lives to chapter 3? or chapter 4? either Whit or Veronika is involved with him as either his killer or victim? Or Hu or Teruko are involved(if you buy into that color theory thing, which I wouldn't doubt, there's a lot of visual symbolism in this series.) Could be anything. Everything in this MV is interpretation until the (main) story progresses. probably wrong about this being important to Arturo too! wrong thoughts everywhere.

could J's "do it like that, let's live together" be a reference to her+her family literally living together?(as in, the line is literal with them) not elaborating cuz it's just a guess. i think some of the drdt side characters have colors in this mv too, since although the same colors show up many times, they are usually in different shades of the color. i think the only colors i remember with the same shade showing up a lot is a dark red and black.

what is going on with that broken clock stuck with a fork in it having approximately the same frozen time as Xander stabbing Teruko in like... was it episode 5?(read the clock as 15:31, or some time close to that idr) i think so. considering there's a fork-like object, that might have been the weapon used to play optometry simulator with Xander's eye. it's probably a bit more symbolic than at face value something something xanruko but. more guesses. eden immediately becomes suspicious but like ehhh. funny coincidences. i don't want to think about it, plus it's such an immediate connection that it's almost suspicious in and of itself.

k i think that's it for any weird(and wrong) thoughts on the mv

why did Teruko bump into Xander? i don't mean this in a super deep philosophical way, I just mean that logically, she bumped into his eye, meaning it was a (semi) head-on collision where their faces were both facing each other. It could be that Xander bumped into her head from behind but I'm really trying to envision that and it's not working. maybe i have rocks for brains :( but yeah it sort of implies that Xander was going back to the dorm rooms which... why tho? if she turned the corner and bumped into him, he would have to be going in the direction of the dorms(i think, unless there's some secret passage shenanigans going on). so like. did he already get that note to kill teruko and just sort of went back there to check for stragglers? forget something in his room, even though teruko proved they can't go back inside? if it's the former why didn't he just bare-hand teruko to death in the infirmary?(JOKE) this is another dumb question that honestly needs no explanation i just like thinking about needless things.

I don't think the girl Eden kissed is Mai

ok before I get booed off the stage!!! Like everything else here I'm not opposed to the idea or this being wrong. I'm just thinking that in order for the motive to work, Eden would actually have to like. remember which girl it is. if it is Mai that makes Eden immediately suspicious, because I feel like with how much of an impact she had on the class they would have brought her up at least once if they can remember her, even if she is dead. I mean none of the class seems to remember any maybe past time in East(?) Hope's Peak, so. Anyone even remembering is suspicious. weak argument i know, it just boils down to "you would think Eden would remember which girl it is she kissed" when I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation to untangle that knot, but this entire post is full of weak thoughts for a fittingly weak mind 😔

(cw: description of murder but like ...this show... uh... you know) what is going on with how needlessly complicated Arei's murder method was? Like, what's the motive behind it? obviously it'll be explained in part 2, but why wouldn't the kiler just let her asphyxiate? I know i know human decency, but mercy is a luxury these days. and if the killer accidentally applied too much force her head would snap off like a funko pop and i really doubt any killer wants to deal with that mess so like. why take the risk? there are plenty of easier options that i can immediately think of like suffocation or drowning. i don't really think "quick death" works as an argument here since it probably takes longer to set everything up with the fish than wait for her to die. I have my guesses for this but they contain so many logical leaps that at this point you're better off letting a wheel randomly pick her killer and going with that.

what is with Eden's tendency to get involved in every murder? Ch2 is obvious, but in Ch1, let's assume that plot armor was on Xander's side and Teruko used up all her luck. It's still hypothetically possible for her to have pointed out Xander as the killer and defended Charles due to seeing the wound in the infirmary. from a story-writing perspective, i kind of get why she had to be in the room and be told to leave, but that's still suspicious to me. another weak thought.

what's with the eerie level of sympathy that whoever constructed the motives has for whoever has the entire family died secret Xander? (I'm just going to say this secret is Xander's just to have an easy way to refer to it, but I fully acknowledge it could be someone else's. I just think it's his due to parent(s) and sibling(s). Hypothetically, Teruko would just be kinda :/ at a more than 1 sibling reveal and Levi only brings up having a mom, though I get this is a weak argument too considering that others are unaccounted for.) All the motives are written with some level of blame in it, some being a bit hostile(like the 3 time attempter) but Xander's feels like it barely works as a motive due to how...kindly it's worded. I get why it does work, but kind of like how they say death games say more about their creators than their participants or human nature, I think it's revealing of something about either the audience, the mastermind, or the traitor that his is worded in such a way that it's like "well... okay...so?" like yes Xander absolutely wants to keep it a secret based on the infirmary talk with Teruko, but it really inspires no sense of urgency and it's not anything new to anyone; not the audience(us, I mean), not the mastermind or traitor(assuming they're not amnesiac), not to whomever owns the secret(probably), just the participants and maybe the hypothetical audience in drdt's fourth wall. And it inspires sympathy by specifically absolving the secret owner of guilt, which no other secret does. Sure it works as a gut punch but unless the character was already at a breaking point, it's a very weak motive.(imo, of course) not that weak motives are new, but...

"disowned" and "doing the laundry" are incredibly funny euphemisms Levi. No context, moving on

Lastly, I did some thinking about what Teruko's plan is in ch2 ep 7. No clue what that is! But I was thinking about Veronikas(? sorry idr) hypothetical plan where they just bore the audience out like a certain mainline dr title. Even though it's not entertained as something practical, I do think that the hidden text in the about page implies that it wouldn't work due to the fact that they can just starve to death according to timelooper. Is the hidden text even talking about this specific killing game and not one that's happened in the past or future with completely unrelated characters? who knows lol. but the pronoun "we" in it during the segment at the end of "i wish i could feel something" paragraph is kind of weird if this looper is not with the killing game participants, or at the very least watching, with different scenarios playing out each time. It's weird to just plop this on the page and have it not be relevant to the story in some way. Anyway, even if starvation is simply an entire chapter motive on its own, the fact that they all collectively starve to death without a murder means this is something that mastermind is chill with. So, despite the comforts that the mastermind/broadcasters provide the students with, there is some kind of soft time limit in this game, though I'm sure that can be artificially messed with at will. Regardless, I think it implies boring people just doesn't work.

why was this so long uh thanks for reading all of this random nonsense ig. it helps me get my thoughts out. idk what it does for you but i hope you found it. mildly ok. thanks to this fandom for always coming up with new ideas it's always interesting, and of course if i accidentally referenced an idea you had and forgot it like i said at the beginning just tell me

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #r.rush reference #teruko tawaki #eden tobisa #veronika grebenshchikova #levi fontana #mai akasaki #xander matthews

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rogueshadeaux · 2 years ago

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Silly little Stardew Valley headcanons of mine no one asked for.

I'm back in it lol.

Shane has heterochromia iridium, though not many notice it at first. His left eye is a soft brown, while his right is a deep green. It honestly looks like a trick of the light at first - both of his eyes seem that dark green, one stuck in the shadows from his lolling head as he avoids people's eyes.

Alex is mixed. Sorry (I'm not).

Also, it's Alexandre.

Elliot doesn't use hairties. It's those little clips you use that have like. teeth. you know the ones. Leah got him one of a translucent butterfly as a joke and uh...it now sits at the base of the potted rose on his desk for when he writes.

Mayor Lewis is only mayor because no one's bucked up to run. The people would unanimously vote for the Rusty Spoon you regularly find on your farm if it was on the ballot.

It was Shane's little sister that died and lead to him being Jas' guardian. Jas looks too much like her, and it causes so much pain for Shane.

Also Shane's little sister is Mona, the only headstone you can read in the graveyard.

You know how you can look in Jas' room and her dollhouse is quoted as: "The little family is gathered around the dinner table. Wait...except Grandpa. He's shoved under the bed for some reason." Yeah I like to pretend that's an allegory. Grandpa is the boogeyman under the bed, and maybe the reason Jas is in Shane's care.

when Shane starts his sobriety journey, he finds surprising friends in...Alex and Haley? Alex and he are all about gridball - Shane was semi-pro, after all, a player in college - and Haley's blunt rebukes amuse him. She has the same style of banter as he does. You can catch them on the beach, Shane and Alex throwing around a gridball while Haley is on the side, sunbathing and making fun of them (lovingly).

Linus is a reflection of the nature magic of the Valley - like the bear or the hat mouse. It's why he and Rasmodius are close friends and regularly near each other at festivals; they're arcane users. Linus more so lives in it as an equal rather than a wielder.

This isn't a headcanon but why the fuck doesn't stardew valley have a school. I bet none of these fuckers know what a hypotenuse is.

ELLIOT IS A MERPERSON. You know how Ariel runs away from home for the trinkets of the land? That but storytelling. I am not original in this one but I KNOW it's true. I feel it in my junimos.

Abigail isn't Rasmodius' child. Emily is.

Penny and Sebastian are exes, but in like, a middle school way. I am not elaborating.

Granny and the player's grandfather were childhood friends.

George is a war veteran.

The Travelling Cart transports refugees. It's why they go to the Gotoro Empire to begin with.

George knew his way around mines, and was quite the adventurer. He, Marlon and Gil know each other. Well.

Sam just has one of those personalities where he’s only two degrees away from being a friend to EVERYONE in town. Gets Shane to crack up in the Joja Mart break room, is interested in the prose of Elliot’s writing (he’s a writer himself, after all - songs are just poems). He’s like a dog, everyone just gravitates towards him.

#stardew valley #sdv abigail #sdv alex #sdv penny #sdv haley #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv #sdv headcanons #“haha little silly headcanons!” *proceeds to traumatize shane*

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vividachromatic · 11 months ago

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Attaching Strings

Enver Gortash × Dark Urge / Reader

Tags: Smut / MDNI / NSFW, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Hair-pulling, Begging, Edging, Power-Play, Emotional Manipulation, Confessions, Mention of Sexual Trauma

Notes: Female Dark Urge, she/her pronouns and female body parts. Named Dark Urge. The name for the Dark Urge here is Lucia. She is my OC and has a much more elaborate past, than Durge in the game too. I like her and had many ideas about her journey through the main game plot. This little writing from her past with Gortash came to me easily and works as a standalone. I may still continue with her, if people are interested...

But if you want to read this as a self-insert, besides the name and gender, there is not really anything that may deviate from the canon Dark Urge.

Summary: Lucia - Or the Dark Urge easily sneaked her way into Enver Gortash's Office. But he barely seemed to mind, even attempting to get closer to her and manipulate the dangerous spawn with the fact that she never had an actual deep connection with anyone.

After spending some... quality time together, he found that he enjoyed her company much more than he expected. Much more than anyone's perhaps.

(Read this on: AO3)

"Hello, Enver." Lucia yawned, entering Gortash's office - something absolutely no one was allowed to do - with no shame. No guards stopped her, meaning she must have successfully sneaked around all of them. But Gortash wasn't alarmed.

He turned to her with a smile, making no attempt to hide his teeth, "Ah, it's good to see you again, dear. I've missed your clever little presence..."

Lucia rolled her eyes, "I guess I missed yours, too..." She admitted, lazily sitting right in front of Gortash, on top of the desk he was currently working at. He blinked in surprise at her confidence.

"To be honest, the temple of Bhaal can be very boring most of the time..." she sighed. Then she winked at him with a sly grin, whispering "But don't tell anyone I said that."

Though she meant it as a joke, she wouldn't love to explain her words to a bunch of fanatics and her dear butler.

"Oh? And here I would have thought that with so many underlings wanting their gifts to be accepted by you, the temple would be the most exciting place for you!" He smirked, leaning forward in his chair slowly and putting his chin in his hand. "But I suppose if anyone can manage to find being worshipped boring, it would be you."

Lucia huffed a laugh.

"Oh, come on, that's exactly what makes it so boring! I want someone to tell me what the hells is up and why they agree or disagree with me. And not just kneel, whatever they may think of me, just because they're scared I'll take their head..."

"That's why I like hanging out with you. So tell me, Enver. What do you agree or disagree about with me?" Lucia grinned, repeating his first name was another way she was just purposely trying to show disrespect to him, since he explicitly ordered every one to call him Gortash.

Gortash paused, looking at her more seriously than she expected. "Do you truly want to know?"

Lucia's grin faltered only a little, she wasn't used to people being honest around her, and even though she requested his opinion, him asking again made it... serious. "Yes. Tell me your honest opinion."

He smiled. "You definitely are very charming and attractive. Your mind is quick, and your power is not to be trifled with." He leaned back into his chair, "But you seem a little lonely."

Lucia looked surprised by the answer. "Lonely? I don't even know what that feels like..." she half-joked. It's not like she ever actually thought too much about her own feelings.

Gortash folded his arms over his chest, "Hm..."

He exhaled slightly, one of his brows rising a little. "Well. I have another question for you. But I want you to answer it honestly."

"Oh? Alright then... I will." Lucia smiled, wondering what he may want to know about her.

"Is there anyone you've ever loved? In your entire life."

Lucia was taken aback. She looked at the ground, contemplating her answer. Then she cleared her throat.

"That's actually the first time someone has asked a question that's truly about me and my feelings, and not my affiliations or relations..." she looked confused, trying to gather what to say.

Did she love, or even like anyone? Normal people would love their parents. She served her father... but did she love him? She didn't know, the concept was foreign to her.

The air of amusement in the room faded. Now Gortash seemed truly interested...

"So? Was there?"

"I... I don't know. I don't think I have ever had enough time to think about my feelings. Everything was just about what or who I should be..." she answered honestly.

Gortash frowned. "But surely being asked to consider your personal feelings must feel... freeing? You're not your station, my dear. You're a person, are you not? A person with emotions and desires."

Lucia furrowed her brows in confusion. "Am I? I... don't know... I think... most people have thought of me as a tool. I don't even know what I think of myself..." She looked sad; like those thoughts genuinely crossed her mind for the first time. What did she even want?

Gortash straightened up in his chair, still looking into her eyes. She was being vulnerable, it would be the perfect opportunity to get closer to her.

"Then allow me to be the first person to care for you as more than your position. I care for you, Lucia, in a way none of the others ever have. So please... tell me how you feel."

Lucia blinked at him confused. Once, then twice, no one ever asked her about her feelings. Which is why she didn't even notice his obvious attempt at manipulation.

"....I don't know..." she whispered, looking up at Gortash,

"But I feel... not unhappy or empty. Not like I always feel. Talking to you is... nice. I think."

She felt vulnerable for the first time since she could remember. The feeling was supposed to be uncomfortable, but... she didn't hate it.

Gortash smiled, liking her answer.

"I'm glad. I'm very glad. And I'll be honest... I enjoy speaking with you as well. Your wit and words are charming all on their own."

"You mean you enjoy my company regardless of me being Bhaal's Chosen?"

Her demeanor changed, normally she was confident. Suited for the Chosen of Bhaal, one of the most dangerous persons in the world.

Gortash smiled. "Yes. Your power and position as Bhaal's Chosen is admirable. But I think you have far more interesting qualities, than just those things. And I would love to see those, my dear. Just... you."

Lucia let out a huff, hiding her face. She blushed in embarrassment for the first time in her life probably.

She felt warm. She didn't want to go home.

Seeing her flush brought a genuine smile to Gortash's face. He was enjoying this.

He laughed softly.

"You're very sweet, you know that?"

She kinda hated it, but her face turned even redder.

"Hm... you do remember who I am, right?" Or what,

"No one has ever called me sweet before.."

"Oh, I am well aware who you are." Gortash laughed, shaking his head a little. "And I do, in fact, think that you are very adorable."

Lucia just looked away from him. "Most people would call your taste weird then, I'm sure."

"Well, perhaps. But my weirdness is the last thing you should worry about." He grinned, "And I'd hate to break it to you, but I think I've grown rather fond of you, whatever that means to a Chosen like yourself."

Lucia's expression turned unsure for again.

"I... don't know. My father would probably hate for me to like a follower of Bane that much..."

Realizing what she said, her face flushed again.

"I mean-"

"Ah..." Gortash's smirk grew again, his expression becoming more amused. "So what I'm getting at is that you'd be... well, punished for liking me, is it? That does rather make things difficult, doesn't it?"

As long as she wouldn't do something unforgivable, like saving people's lifes or get killed... She would still remain his Chosen, though. And she could take a little punishment. "I guess... not that I'd mind... it's just..."

"Hmm... just what? If you do not care for the punishments you'd receive should we... continue to get closer... then there's nothing stopping us, is there?" Gortash smiled softly, leaning closer, his eyes seeming to reflect hers, as if to draw her in.

"W-Well my father's opinion is quite important to me, but..." she looked into Gortash's eyes once more, "I guess if I pray for forgiveness at his altar it'll be okay..."

Gortash chuckled softly - the little game seemed to be working.

"Your father's opinion is important to you, and you're even willing to suffer his wrath... For me?"

A sly, flirty smirk. "I have to ask... did you just confess, dear?"

"Hmm?"

Lucia thinks back to Mortal's concept of love and 'confessions'. Confessing means liking someone more than just in a platonic way... so...

"I... I guess... yes."

Gortash laughed again, and now there was a sparkle in his eyes. An almost child-like quality, or at least the equivalent to that of a man his age.

"Is that so? I suppose that means that you'll be... well... staying with me, then? In whatever this... relationship of ours may end up being?"

He was human... and though he was a little older than her, his lifespan would be much shorter... Though there are ways to change even that. She just... didn't know how to feel about all of this. As long as everyone would die one day, continuing Bhaal's legacy was part of her job, too.

She sighed, "Though you'll probably feel even more smug than you already do if I say this... I think I have quite taken a liking for you." She confessed, adding

"I guess I just have to beg my father for forgiveness for this..." in a whisper.

Gortash laughed, his expression becoming a little more... genuine now. He took her hand, and held it lightly, his thumb brushing across it gently.

"Oh, I would certainly be smug about that, my dear..." But then he paused, a little more thoughtful now. He took a second to actually contemplate his goal with her. In a way, he actually was growing a bit... fond of her

So it would definitely not be a bad thing to have her around for a bit.

"I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but your father can never take this feeling away from you. Not even death itself can. So whether he forgives you or not does not matter - what we feel here and now is genuine." He comforted her genuinely

Her eyes glistened, then closed. It's even possible she might be holding back some tears. She never considered to be anything without her father.

"I um... I feel tired... I can walk back, but..." She was obviously hinting at sleeping over.

Gortash sighed softly, then chuckled. Of course, this is where her feelings would take them to... But she was trying to be polite about it, so he didn't mind taking the lead.

"It's well past late now, so you're welcome to stay in my quarters for the night. You'll have plenty of space, and I assure you I will not bother you until sunrise."

He smirked. "Unless, of course, you would like me to not let you sleep at all..."

"I..." Her face flushed, thinking about what to say.

"Well, I... don't really need any sleep at all, so..." she coughed.

He couldn't help but grin. Not exactly surprising that she didn't need sleep - she was the child of a God, of course.

"Oh, I suppose I could have assumed that. Well, I don't mind staying with you for the night. That is... if you would like me to..." He trailed off, making an exaggerated eyebrow and wink with a smirk.

"You're getting a little too cocky now, you know..." Lucia grinned with a soft blush.

Gortash laughed. "I am, am I not?" He grinned proudly, and raised an eyebrow.

"Well... I guess so, yes. You may stay with me." she averted eye-contact nervously. "So, perhaps you want to show me your chambers?"

His eyes glittered as he saw her blush, and he nodded. "Well then. Of course. Shall I lead the way?"

As he spoke, he stood up from the chair, and stepped in front of her, holding out his hand towards her, gesturing for her to take hold of it.

Lucia took his hand into her own, letting him lead them.

Gortash walked the way, his steps sure and steady as a rock. With their hands interlocked, he slowly but purposefully led her out of the room, through narrow and dim hallways, to a nice but rather simple designed chamber.

But Lucia liked it. Considering blood and Intestines were considered nice decorations where she lived.

Gortash turned towards her upon entering, then smirked, letting go of her hand.

"You have a nice bed..." Lucia smiled shyly.

"I do what I can to make myself comfortable, my dear." He said, his expression becoming even more confident now.

He stepped towards it and sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned with his hand for her to join him.

"Please."

Lucia quietly stepped closer, sitting down on the soft bed at Gortash's invitation.

Though all of this could be seen as quite suggestive, she was still wondering how this night would play out.

Did he have a bathroom near his chambers..? Maybe she should freshen up. But she didn't take anything with her...

"Do you have something like night garments, perhaps?" She asked.

Gortash just laughed as he shook his head.

"...No. I do not. That would be rather pointless, don't you think?"

Well, so this was leading to something.

Well, obviously.

Not only has he hinted at it before, be she also invited herself into his chambers. So...

"Why?" She asked, playing coy and leaning closer to him.

"Well..." Gortash smirked, his eyes glittered with an almost dangerous gleam.

"I was planning for a much more... indecent sleep... with you."

Lucia nodded with a smile and whispered "Show me what you mean, then."

Gortash chuckled, and suddenly shifted closer to her. He put his arm around her, moving to lay her down on the bed.

Then, he lay down right next to her, his arm snaking over her and his body pressed up against hers.

"Is this good..?" He asked, trying to read her expression.

"That's all?" She breathed against his neck, giving him goosebumps.

Gortash's breath caught, and his grin grew wider. She was being more forward than he expected, but he didn't mind - rather the opposite.

His arm snaked further up her body, his body pressing more closely against her.

His breath was becoming more labored, and his other hands began stroking her thigh. Lucia let out a shaking breath, putting her hand on his, guiding it more towards the center.

"Mmmm... My, you really are an adorable thing... aren't you?" He chuckled softly. "You aren't afraid at all, are you?" Or uncomfortable.

Gortash has slept with a number of people before. But it has never been so... enthusiastic on both sides. Usually, one side would be getting something out of it.

Sex was mostly about power, not pleasure. In his experience at least.

And perhaps he did initially start flirting with her to get something out of it, but... he still felt excited. And not like he or the other person just had to force themselves through the act.

"Afraid? I'm giving you the lead, Enver, but we both know that if anyone should be afraid of the other, it should be you..." Lucia smirked, unaware of his complicated thoughts about this.

He just let out a chuckle in response, "Oh, really? Would you say I should be scared of you? Though you are powerful, your current position makes it hard for that to come across." He chuckled, hovering above her, still stroking her core through her underwear.

"I could snap your neck in two seconds if I wanted to." She whispered, grinding against his fingers.

Gortash laughed, and his breath caught for a second.

"Is that so? But who says I couldn't do the same..." He smirked, one of his hands stroking her neck now, softly closing his hand around her throat.

Could he? Maybe. And maybe she didn't hate that.

For the first time there was actually someone but her in charge. She felt like she could actually enjoy this for the first time, too.

She took the hand teasing her entrance again, to actually guide it where it felt good.

She let his cold index finger touch the soft bundle of nerves above her opening, letting out a moan immediately.

Gortash just raised his brow, pushing his finger into the spot again, watching her letting out another deep moan. With a smirk he started massaging the spot, making her let out serval, quiet and soft moans and huffs.

He found that extremely hot, to say the least.

He shifted the hand on her neck to softly caress it and hold her face.

She opend her eyes to look into his. Seeing her eyes glowing with pleasure, only made it better. So he pressed a kiss on to her lips, softer than she expected.

While still massaging her clitoris with his index finger, he used his middle one to stroke her folds, finding them to be extremely wet already. He smirked into the kiss, deepening it, while retracting his hand from her pussy, immediately feeling her groan against his lips in complaint. He parted from her mouth now, too, chuckling at her frustrated look.

"You're quite impatient, huh? Don't worry, I wasn't planning on letting you wait for that much longer." He smirked, taking his time to properly remove her underwear now, sliding it off her legs, finding it to be completely damp already.

Lucia avoided eye-contact finding this extremely embarrassing.

Throwing the panties on the ground he worked to undo his own belt.

She looked at him removing her belt and pants silently for a few seconds, only to find him looking up to her with a smirk, catching her staring. "You're liking the show?"

Lucia looked back to the ground again, clearing her throat, then started working on opening the buttons of her dress. But Gortash quickly stopped her.

"Let me do it." He whispered lowly.

Lucia just nodded removing her hands. Gortash smiled in response to her obedience, removing her dress for her, leaving her in nothing but her bra.

He then leaned to press a kiss on her lips again with a smile, while unclapping the bra. When he removed his lips from hers again, he found her completely bare in front of him.

He leaned in to kiss her again, pushing her back on to the matress with one hand and fondling her breast with the other one.

Moaning into the kiss, she started tucking at the collar of his shirt, hinting for him to take it off. He parted the kiss with a chuckle, removing his shirt for her.

Lucia leaned forward again, pressing her knee to his private parts. Gortash let out a moan, gripping her arm.

"Take me right now, alright? I don't want to wait any longer." She whispered against his lips.

Gortash felt a warm shiver going down his spine.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his eyes glimmering as he spoke. "I could get a bit rough, you know..."

But those words didn't deter her. Her gaze just grew more confident, as she grinned at him as if to challenge him.

"Alright then, if you insist. But don't expect me to go soft on you," He repeated, as if to indirectly ask for permission.

"I wouldn't want you to." Lucia just answered.

"Well, then..." he used both his hands to push her down at the matress again, while still kneeling above her. His hands wandered to her hips, turning her around to roll her onto her belly. He leaned down, holding both of her hands in a tight grip, effectively trapping her underneath him.

"Is that what you wanted, hm?" He breathed into her ear.

A pleasant shiver went through her body, as she let out a shaking breath. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. The feeling of being completely overpowered and at the mercy of someone else.

She nodded.

Gortash's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes glinted. She seemed quite enthralled with him, so, he decided to press his advantage, and leaned to whisper in her ear again.

"Your reactions are quite telling. Is this the first time you've had someone else take control?" He smiled, biting her earlobe.

Lucia let out a huff, though him enjoying his power-trip in the moment was hot, she began to grow more impatient by the second. "Yes. Now stop teasing me, alright?"

Gortash chuckled, as he released the grip and her hands and shifted his own back down to her hips, giving them a light squeeze. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Gortash was enjoying himself this much.

"So, if I may ask, are you ready for me?"

"Yes." Lucia breathed softly.

"Then..." he leaned down to whisper in her eat, "I am afraid you'll just have to wait for a bit."

Lucia growned in response, which only made Gortash let out a laugh above her.

"My, you're getting incredibly desperate about a mere human. The Chosen of the God of Tyranny no less. We're supposed to be Rivals, if not enemies, you know?" Gortash chuckled, stroking her arm softly. "But here you are being such a good girl under me. I am quite flattered, if I'm being honest."

"Y-You..." she breathed, hearing him laugh above her. "I can actually snap your neck, you know?" She asked, annoyed and impatient, but not truly angry. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

Gortash just smirked. "Yes, and yes."

"I am enjoying putting you off, I admit. And I am quite aware that you could very easily kill me if you wanted to. But you wouldn't do that, right? Not when you're enjoying this as much as I am."

Lucia's annoyed expression instantly cleared when Gortash leaned down to kiss her again. And Gortash definitely enjoyed the effect he had on her. She was playing exactly into the role he had planned for her.

She moaned into the kiss, bucking her hips up to meet his. Parting only for a second to whisper, "Enver..."

The smile on his face grew, as he leaned his full weight upon her, his breath becoming more shaky by the moment.

He moaned and nodded, one of his hands moving to her neck again, as the kiss continued, only parting for another second whisper. "Yes, my dear? Tell me... what do you want?"

"Please just take me, please.." she begged under him, swallowing all her pride and silently cursing herself for being so pathetic under a human. Someone that was one of her father's rivals nonetheless.

His smile turned smug as he broke the kiss. "Oh, that sounds awfully like begging to me..."

He continued to press his weight upon her, but she could feel his hands traveling down her body - caressing, rubbing, and moving their way downwards. And finally, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I will take you. I'll take you, my dear. I want to hear you scream."

Lucia gripped the bedsheets as Gortash pressed his length to her hole.

"Just say it one more time, please, beg. " he sounded desperate himself.

"Ugh, Enver... please, please..!" She cried. And he didn't wait another second, before finally pushing himself into her, making him shake a little in delight and Lucia grip the bedsheets tighter.

The room became hotter and hotter as he began moving into her, starting slowly.

"Hah..." Lucia moaned softly into the bedsheets. "You're... way too gentle..."

"Oh?" His body was blazing hot now, as his movements became more aggressive, and he began to thrust himself harder into her, his body shaking slightly.

He had to bite back his laughter. She wasn't just letting it happen - she was actively enjoying this, too, this was so much better than he expected.

Lucia started whimpering under him, sounding way more out of breath now. You would even think she is in pain... if she wouldn't lean into it so much.

"Mmm... You like this, don't you? You like how I'm treating you. Don't you?"

His breath caught in his throat, and he moved slightly faster, and harder.

He was enjoying this so much that it was almost like getting revenge against life for how often he had to force himself through something like this.

And the fact that she was enjoying it so much too - just made this whole thing so much better. The only people who ever enjoyed sex with him, were taking advantage of him in some kind of way.

But they enjoyed this together.

Lucia started trembling against him suddenly.

"Enver, I think I- I-"

"You're what?"

His movements turned sloppy, and his breath caught in his throat. The sound of her voice, the look of pleasure in her eyes. A shiver ran through his body, and his breath became sharp.

"Oh, please... please... give it to me..." he begged.

"Ha.. ah!" Suddenly Gortash felt her tightening around her, making it harder to move. Still, he kept his pace, letting her come around his cock.

He chocked on his breath. She was just... so beautiful in this moment.

He could never have anticipated a moment like this, one where he felt so much power. But her sounds of pleasure, and the way her body trembled underneath him...

Gortash roughly pulled her up on her hair against him, though trying to not actually hurt her, and continued thrusting into her.

"Ha... ha..." though feeling overstimulated, she continued to let Gortash take her how he wanted to, while he was pulling her hair.

They were so completely lost in this moment, in the pleasure they both felt. And she was such a good girl for him, too, just letting him take this moment the way he wanted to.

There was so much power he felt now, looking at her, as she released around him a second time, as Gortash now finally came inside her, too - at the same time. He continued riding out their orgasm, pushing his semen into her.

After everything, both of them rolled on to their side, feeling fullfilled,

Lucia tried to calm herself on her side of the bed and finally caught her breath now.

Gortash was lying next to her, breathing heavily aswell. The room was still warm, and the heat from their bodies had not dissipated yet.

The his moment was just perfect. And he leaned his body closer to hers, studying her face.

Lucia slowly opend her eyes, finding Gortash already looking at her. She then gave him a soft smile, still out of breath.

This was, strangely enough exactly the moment something changed inside of him. This was the moment making him realize, that he wanted her beside him. When the world would fall under his and Bane's Tyranny. She would sit beside him.

And perhaps then, he'll even be okay with her killing him at the altar.

"You're so beautiful, you know," he whispered softly, his voice soft and gentle now, a stark contrast to before. His eyes were still shining with that smirk he usually wore, but this time, they seemed... brighter.

He raised a hand up to her face, caressing it softy.

Lucia's gaze turned soft now, too. She liked him - which is why she even wanted to share the bed with him in the first place, but this afterwards, felt almost better than the act itself. The pure moment of... love? It was soft, vulnerable. But strong. Lucia felt her heart swell, as she leaned into his touch, softly caressing his arm and laying her head on top of his chest.

And even his heart stirred, it was a feeling he never expected.

He felt... soft. Not in a way where he felt weak, but in a way where he was willing to share a part of himself with her. And that felt... good. The soft touch of her fingers lightly rubbing against his arm was quite... nice.

He was comfortable. This sensation was foreign to him, but he was content.

They didn't know what their future would entail. Probably a lot of trouble. Especially considering that both of them were Chosen's of different gods. Everything was complicated. The world would continue to be cruel, but...

This felt nice.

And both really hoped that whatever would happen in the future, this wouldn't be the last night they would spend in each other's arms.

Gortash felt felt Lucia's consciousness slipping away, and for the first time he didn't see that as weakness. He squeezed her arm gently, leaning his head against hers. His own consciousness slipping away, too.

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