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Hey, this is the little gremlin again, and since most tumblr users have some sort of 'about' page, I decided to create one. And also because why not?

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My pronouns are she/her

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I'm 18

I'm a college second year majoring in computer engineering

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I may be an anarchist, but I need some rules here.

Stuff I do write: hero x villain (supervillains, sidekicks and whatnot too), hurt/comfort, and I might post snippets of a story I'm working on and whump, fluff, maybe some crack, and romance!

Stuff I DON'T write: NSFW content of any kind, smut excessively dark whump (I get anxious with things that take it too far), incest, pedophilia, rape, emetophilia, and while I do write romance, suggestiveness is toned down and I don't write nsfw romance.

Do not ask me to write anything I said I don't write. It's pointless because I won't force myself to write it.

I don't write make-outs and kisses on the lips

You can totally use my writing for inspiration, as long as it's tagged as a prompt, you can use some lines, but just not the whole thing word for word, provided that it's tagged as a prompt. You can continue it, even if I've done a continuation.

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I DON'T appreciate reposts, but I do love reblogs. Don't hesitate to use super long tags, analyse it or give lengthy commentary, I'm actually down for that stuff.

I don't mind my stuff being reposted on other social media as long as you give me credit. NO reposts on Tumblr, please.

Pairings are usually gn/gn. The other alternative is f/m

I typically write hero x villain, but I have other non-hero x villain stuff out there! Like fantasy, sci-fi and certain fragments of my wip (some of em are actually h x v!)

I don't really do xreader fics.

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Don't be afraid to send me an ask!

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Where do I even start? I'm very indecisive.

Enemies to lovers

Alliance of convenience

Fake dating (turned not-so-fake)

Two whumpees caring for each other

Scary, unhinged hero x terrified villain (who's probably secretly in love w/them)

Flirty x flustered

Whumpee gets revenge on their og whumper, preferably through violent murder

Morally grey characters

Found family

Heavy angst w/a fluffy ending

Psychological manipulation

Cocky hero x flustered villain

Warnings

Because some of my content may be triggering to some people. I typically include trigger warnings above my posts in red, and I recently started putting them in the tags, too. Please note I don't condone any of the harmful stuff here IRL. I write FICTION, not meant to be used to judge me morally. ✨️Lmk if there's anything you want me to add here!

Violence

Blood

Bruises

Betrayal

Implied torture or past torture

Mental health issues

Manhandling

Drowning

Abusive relationships

Yandere whump

Bone Fractures

Failed escape

Miserable (I write sad stuff sometimes)

Threats

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Description of torture aftermath

Occasionally, torture

Lying

Burns

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Usage and mentions of weapons (guns, knives, etc)

References to a difficult past

Vomiting

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Scars

Self-harm

Obsessive thoughts

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Criminal activity

Death

Somewhat graphic descriptions (they aren't too horrible, but they may make some people uncomfortable

Non-con touch (not sexual)

Drugging

Poison

Kidnapping

Hostage situation

Exhaustion

Stress positions

War/war aftermath

Captivity

Fever

Delusions

Hyperthermia

Very flirty (Listen, I generally write pretty light stuff, but they can be seen as juuuust a little bit spicy, and different people interpret things differently, and I won't judge people for seeing things a certain way, but in case it makes you uncomfortable. . .)

Adding on to the last point, this kind of fic will contain touching (not sexual), kisses (not on the lips), and pretty flirty remarks (nothing sexual)

Smoking

Alcohol/use of alcohol

Squicks

I write violence n all, but I have limits. I will NOT write anything mentioned here and will refuse any requests with these.

Eye, mouth and ear whump

Extreme gore

Whipping

Branding

Vore

Amputation (unless it's a fantasy monster that has to die OR it's environmental whump. Someone doing it however, nope)

Muzzles (I'm fine with gags, though)

Collars

Sadomasochism (some of my characters are sadistic, but non-sexually. Also, no masochistic characters)

NSFWhump in general, (whether extreme gore, sexual assault or sadomasochism)

Animal abuse

Anything I don't write in the Rules above

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Aside from the usual tags on writing, I like to add my touch to a few of them. You may see:

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Timezones n next days (yes, they're self-reblogs)

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#hero x villain -> just means it has a hero and a villain. can be platonic, familial, just enemies or romantic (this applies to any A x B)

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I know other ppl use them differently, but that's how I do it. I typically tag with genre to help, like #romance or #friendship

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athyathye · 4 years ago

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Mutiny

Mikey/ Manjirou Sano one shot

Tags : Royalty! Au, one-shot, angst, 5k+ words

Trigger warnings ⚠️: mentions of war, death and others, random use of archaic words and ooc! Mikey, very fast paced, violence curse words, and more.

Royal!Reader, Noble/Anarchist!Mikey

Author's note : Thank you for 500+ followers!!! So glad to be able to reach this far! I'm truly thankful for each and every one of you! As a bonus I'll post a follow-up fic later. Probably at night time. But ince again thank youuuuu~!!! Please continue to support me! Also this is very fast paced because I didn't think you guys want an 11k fic again lol

Here's the follow up fic

It seems far-fetched to believe that we could just be dreaming.

Or are being deceived

by an all-powerful demon-like human

I rely on my senses at every step of the way.

But why is it that not once have I thought about how you might be my fathers’ and consequently, my enemy as well.

Might it be the way you blinded this fool as well as yourself?

Or tell me, Did you purposely become a fool like me? Ignoring the innumerable flags that showed you the possible- no, the inevitable end that waited for both of us?

It is hard to fathom the new way of thinking you brought to me, which is constantly put to the test of critical thinking. If we could not trust the world then the senses are our only window onto the success.

One thing is for sure though, It is not the job of the senses to teach us how the world works.

“It is beyond my control.” Mikey spoke to the ever benevolent king.

“I will take that as an insult to yourself and impudent behavior towards a king. Is that your final answer? Then, I will take it as you are threatening the crown.” Your father spoke as he sat on his throne in all his glory. Gold-studded rings on every finger in his hand covered his mouth.

“Take it as you please, whether you find my words discourteous, or if you consider them to be a start of a rebellion,” His voice was cut, clear and concise, so rough that it had people inside the hall to burst into gasps of disbelief and rage.

“It is no longer my problem.” He looked directly into the king’s eyes, evident in his eyes the hate and disdain he held towards them.

“You! You lit-” The king started, only to be cut off by the sound of a sword leaving it’s sheath. Followed by numerous metal clanking sounds.

“It is us today, but it will be you tomorrow.” Was his last vicious words as he swung his own sword through the endless number of weapons directed at him.

Leaving the courtroom with a final look, scoffing through the faces of power-loving nobles.

‘I wasted time, and now doth time wastes me.’ He shook his head as he hurried towards the place which was filled with his people, his companions.

He could still remember the last words of his fellow friend, That had died protecting those cowardly nobles from the angry mobs of their own citizens. Even if he didn’t want to.

“Kill a man, and you're labeled as a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you're a conqueror. Kill them all, Mikey and you'll become a King of your own kind.”

His words that were filled with contempt and spite, he was the first person to introduce Mikey to the corrupt ways that nobles had operated.

The first person to show him another world, another side of people, another family, Kazutora showed him his future in those moments.

Was that the start of his thoughts towards rebellion? Probably not, but did it further his will to abolish the ruling system? …

As he was on his way, walking through the seemingly endless woods and leaves of the forest he was venturing, he stumbled upon a maiden, so beatiful and so bright she had to be someone of a high status. But with the clothes she wore, she looked no more than that of a runaway slave.

Her hands and feet were dirty from the soil she had walked through, but still, she stood with a smile on her face as she watched the scenery around her with a jovial mood.

She looked happy and content, a world Mikey knew he shouldn’t hope for. He turned to leave, Hoping to not drag unnecessary situations with him, walking as quietly as ever. He probably walked at least a 5 minute distance when he felt something in his body to tell him to turn back.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was never one to ignore his intuition, not when it had saved him and his comrades numerous times in the past.

Running back towards where he saw the young maiden, there he saw her on the cold ground, nothing to prove she was conscious but the constant yet slow rise of her chest showed that she was still alive.

But who knew how long those short breaths would last. Mikey contemplated what to do. After all, if he brought home a random stranger who knows what she could be up to or was involved with.

Mikey looked around, hoping for a good samaritan to suddenly appear and take the issue from him, but alas none had come.

“What luck” He sighed, the little amount of goodness left in his heart had won him over.

He hovered above your unconscious body, kneeling down on one knee as he brushed your hair that had covered your face.

Your face had him enticed. You looked like you had not seen a strip of sunlight, not in a way to be described as pale, but in a way that had your original skin color lose it’s complexion.

But looking towards your body, he had noticed no scars, no blemishes, nothing. It was like you were hidden from the rest of the world, maybe that would explain why you looked so excited to look at a mere tree earlier.

He said nothing as the goodness in him overpowered and carried you bridal style, walking towards his original location.

“Mikey!!” a voice shouted, along with less than a dozen pairs of eyes looking at his figure.

They looked at him with apprehension.

“My lord- wha-” Mitsuya, one of their commanding officers had stuttered, as far as they knew their leader wasn’t one to just pick up a random stranger. He was calm, calculating but wild on the battlefield.

“I did not know what else I could do.” He spoke bluntly, your limp figure further slouching in his arms.

Draken walked over to him, taking a look towards the girl, at her disposition.

“I haven’t got the faintest idea of her identity, How certain are you that this woman isn’t from an enemy fleet?” He asked, reaching over to take him off your hands and to a much more comfortable place.

Mikey passed your body to him as he undressed the fairly hard uniform and untied the cape with the royal family’s emblem off of his shoulders.

“I, as well, haven’t got a single clue.” He spoke as he looked over to the rest of them that shared conflicting gazes.

“That lady had already fainted when I reached her, And I took her with me for a reason I have yet to discover” He said to the group in front of him.

They looked at each other for a few moments, deciding on whether or not the mysterious woman would stay in their area or leave her somewhere, preferably on a trusted villager...

“Though our actions may be considered as dastardly, I suppose” Chifuyu spoke in retaliation to Baji’s statement of leaving you in a remote place.

“To hell with that! We have masses of other activities we must conclude.” Baji shouted in frustration as he banged his fist on the table.

A few hours had passed, and they decided to focus on their own mission, one so important they could not let a single hindrance distract them.

That was when they heard the sound of stumbling.

Draken looked at the rest of the group who had become quiet and went on his way to see the hopefully conscious woman.

Meanwhile you looked at your surroundings, it was without a doubt an unfamiliar place, you sat up, looking around once more before it sunk in your mind.

You stumbled down from the bed as your heartbeat sped up. You held your chest as you felt the familiar feeling of it twisting before you heard the approaching footsteps of a person.

You dashed toward the corner of the room as you curled up into a ball. You heard the familiar sound of a door open, you did not look up as you felt someone approach you.

“Hm?” They hummed obviously confused but not wanting to scare you any more.

You tensed up as you slowed your breathing, your senses going haywire at the unfamiliar situation.

“Lady, thou must keep calm, I will not bring you displeasure.” He spoke calmly in hopes of letting you know he meant no harm.

Then, only did you raise your head just a tiny bit, showcasing your teary eyed and pathetic figure.

“Our leader had brought you here of his own accord, please do not misunderstand” He raised both of his hands, to show you that he truly meant no harm.

But you were far from trusting him, as you should, “The excuse that thou made in this delay is not longer than the tale thou excuse” You spoke with a warning tone but your voice still trembled.

“Thou seemed to be not well, Had it not been for that reason, we wouldn't has't to beest in this predicament.” He replied to your suspicion.

You looked at him, anxiety evident in your features but you soon relaxed seeing the genuine look in the man’s eyes.

“I- I will trust thee then” you looked up at him which made him wonder just what could’ve been your life before this as you seemed to be lacking basic common sense, why would you trust him exactly.

He watched as your tense body began to relax, then sighed as he went to inform Mikey about your now serene state.

You thought back to what you had done in the past few days, remembering how you escaped from your palace with nothing but a maid assisting you, but that maid soon abandoned you in the middle of the woods with nothing more than the disguise she gave you.

It was getting hectic for you anyway, the constant eyes on you, the overbearing maids and knights that your father appointed, it was hard to even take a single breath.

People often think the acquisition that wealth brings power, inclines us to infer that the wealthier we are, the more powerful and better off we will be.

But experience taught you that the acquisition of wealth breeds resentment and insecurity, which causes us to change our assessment and tempers our acquisitive dispositions.

Just once, you wanted to see the world in a way you knew you could never explain, In a way you knew you could never forget.

Yes, it seems as though those runaway princess novels that were so incredibly naive also motivated you to do the same, except you chose only to do it for one night.

Bearing any consequences that may concur after that night.

Before the time your father could sell your life away, you had decided that just for maybe a night, you wanted to be at a place where no one could invalidate your freedom.

But now here you were, the people who were tasked to take care of you would be in a state of chaos right about now back at your place, you just had to smile at the thought.

That was the same time Mikey had entered, he looked at you, being bathed by the sunlight coming from the window with a sweet smile on your face.

Mikey had to admit, you were truly captivating, he had never seen someone as bright and innocent looking as this.

The way you could smile at your situation and the way you could still hold yourself well was all too interesting for Mikey.

He stared at you with calculating eyes, wondering just what you could smile about right now, His mind drifted to numerous conclusions, one idea more plausible than the other.

Then his eyes met yours, the smile wiped away from your face as you observed him.

“Kind sir, I thank you for your benevolence” You stood up, bowing to him, like the thousands of times you had done.

‘Suspicious’ He thought. But still, it was too early to make assumptions so he just took note of your behavior.

“Tis not matter” He spoke curtly as he held his hand out to you, “Pleasure to meet you, I am Mikey Sano”

You placed your hand in his as he kissed the back of it, though you were already used to that greeting it did not stop you from blushing from embarrassment as your hand had been dirty.

You didn't reply to his introduction, so he took matters on his own hands and tried to smooth out your concerns with a question.

“May I ask for the reason wherefore i hath found thee dwelling around somewhere thee hath seemed not to be familiar with” He carefully asked, observing your facial expression and behavior.

“Ah, well. You see-” Now the way you talked seemed more comfortable, not like those uptight nobles or overly respectful people he met along his path.

Though he was no idiot, he could see your twitching fingers, the way you looked upwards, avoiding to make eye contact.

And the fact that you had not spoken a single thing about yourself.

“If you are not yet comfortable telling me, I will not pry.” he placed his hand above his chest, changing the way he spoke.

“Please feel comfortable, we will allow you to leave whenever, but please allow us to nurse you back to health.” He spoke with no hesitance.

‘How kind’ You thought as you glanced at him with your bright and sparkling eyes. Truly touched by his words and their kindness as a whole.

"I do not wish to intrude...but I also have to repay your kindness." You spoke as you placed both of your hands on your knees

"Like I said, please think nothing of it, anybody would have done the same" He smiled at you…but it felt different.

You shook it off as you gave him a bright smile, one that differed from your usual smile. You could only hope it reached him as he turned his back from you and left.

Meanwhile Mikey was intrigued. What was it with you? He couldn't understand, you spoke so eloquently to Draken but quite informal to him, yes he heard your conversation before Draken had called him in.

But the fact that bothered him was that you had not old anything about you, who you were associated with, how old were you and why were you stumbling around in the woods.

You looked as if you had been taken care of your whole life like you were a precious jewel, but that jewel was hidden, never to be used, kept safe in a drawer that never saw sunlight.

He closed his eyes as he breathed through his mouth "Shinichiro tell me what I must do" he leaned his head against a wall.

He was conflicted about everything now, should he continue his plan? Or should he make sure none of his people get put in harm's way….after all, war is war.

It was a battlefield where everybody gets hurt, weak or strong, woman or child. Everybody does, and he's no hero who could save the day.

He was just a broken man, having had enough of those at the top abusing the people at the bottom.

In the few days you had stayed in their "home", you had managed to weasel your way to their graces.

Like other noble children, you had access to top-tier quality education, therefore what they thought you couldn’t understand...you could.

But you spoke nothing, letting them think whatever they came to.

"You look to be in a state of disarray, my lord" you spoke to Mikey as he entered the sparring area looking quite roughed up.

"I'm feeling quite agitated is all" was all he spoke before he grabbed a sword and started uncontrollably slashing at a wooden pell.

You flinched every time he took a swing, you could just feel the anger radiating off of every hit.

"M-my lord...the wooden dummy does not deserve your anger directed at it" you spoke with hesitance.

"It can take it." He replied curtly once more, raising up his sword to create more slashes to appease his obvious pent up aggression.

He continued his assault towards the beam as he heaved.

"Are you perhaps feeling stressed, my lord? I know a good way to help you… that is if you'd let me." You brushed your hair back as you looked towards him.

"Why do you call me with such a title? Surely you don't know who I am so why is there a need to call me so respectfully." He turned towards you, sweat on his face after practically abusing his practice dummy.

"I don't know who you are, surely that is enough reason to be respectful." You unconsciously crossed your arms in front of you, putting one hand above the other.

Mikey saw this, but decided to let it go for now.

"I, as well, don't know a thing about you, All I know...is that you seem to dream of freedom. I understand what that feels like." Recalling the way you had been so happy to see things back in the forest. It was all too easy for him to piece it out.

"Well we have a lot of time to figure each other out don't we Sir?" You grinned at him as you put both hands now behind you and tilted your head with a smile.

'A smile so carefree and genuine' Mikey couldn't remember the last time he smiled like that. Surely it was a long time ago, back when he wasn't swallowed by his own dark impulsivity.

He wondered if he could one day smile as purely as you once more, he hoped he could plaster that kind of smile on his friends, that would truly be a sight.

But alas, you were wrong. There was not much time at all.

The sound of swords clashing against each other, gunshots and the agonizing cries of each person on the battlefield was heard.

Mikey watched with squinted eyes to keep himself from tearing up as the chaos unfolded, how did this happen, how could he let it happen.

He watched as one of his people got struck in the chest, another falling on his knees as he vomited blood while crying out someone's name.

He didn't know, he should've known, As their leader he should've been more careful. But he wasn't.

That was his biggest mistake that led to his fall, years of planning and enduring gone to waste.

But how was it that he didn't feel any disdain towards you?

"Save the princess!!" "You evil b*stards!"

He could hear the knights shout, how pitiful. A single woman, a single mistake had managed to cost such destruction.

He looked towards the left, hearing his friends call out to him as well as the people whom he managed.

He wordlessly let them push him away, drag him to a carriage so they could escape, leaving the other people to fight those armored savages.

"It's not your fault Mikey" "You didn't know"

He let the words flow through one ear and out the other. He didn't need that kind of comfort right now. No, he couldn’t hear them right now.

He let his eyes wander outside of the hidden carriage to see the reason for the battle.

He watched as you were carried on a soldier's shoulder.

Why were you crying? Did you have the right even when he couldn’t? It was only at that moment he felt anger towards you.

But it diminished when he locked eyes with you. Mouthing 'I'm sorry's' at him, your hands interlocked as you brought it to your lips to help muffle your loud cries.

He could feel his heart break at the sight of grief, guilt and everything else in your eyes. You were always an open book.

But could he forgive you? How sure was he that you didn't plan this?

He looked away from you as he focused his vision in front. Dead and emotionless empty eyes looking as tired as ever. He let them close as he felt like he was about to blow up from the thinking he was doing.

For a woman he didn't feel any connections with, it was truly a wonder why he could still see you in a light, though was it a positive or negative light?

It was a mess, a mess he didn’t know if he could fix or contribute to the mess.

You never expected this to happen, you didn't mean for this to happen. But it has already been done and you can do no more than regret it.

Maybe it was your naiveness that got you into trouble or maybe it was longing, whichever came first.

You felt incredible guilt inside you, gnawing at your every action and plaguing your mind every second of the day.

You looked in front of you from the tower you had been locked into, a probation of 3 months without contact with the rest of the outside world was your punishment.

The only way to reclaim your life now was by marriage, you still had to be chained to someone in order to last.

The few days you had been in here were used to make you rethink all of your recent decisions, you couldn’t do anything else but blame yourself.

"A fair fitting of a punishment for an idiotic princess" you thought as you teared up from the thought of being locked up once more.

You vowed to yourself that maybe one day, you could break free from the tyranny that was your father and the other nobles.

“I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, the mind of a manipulative yet stupid child but I know for a fact I have the heart and courage of a true king…”

Then the unexpected happened. You heard noises, far too loud to be some minor action.

You ran to the source, seeing as the only way for a person to enter was through the door which was locked with the empire’s best locksmiths that not even a person with a numerous amount of brute strength could open it.

That was why you ran towards the only window the tower was equipped with, seeing the person you least expected.

“M-my lord…” you gasped, watching as he hurled his trembling body over it. Then you ran towards him, grabbing a random flat object to fan him with.

“W-why...why are you here? D-do you wish to take revenge?” You hesitatingly asked, eyeing the sword sheathed on his waistline.

“Nonsense, I am not the type to hit people when they are weakest” Mikey said as he looked around. Wondering just where to start.

“T-then” Your trembling did not subside, in fact it got even worse when you saw him posture himself in a better position.

“ ‘There will always be a reason you meet people. Either you will change their lives or they will change yours.’ That was what my brother used to say to me when I was a boy no older than two digits.” He said as he glanced at you, “I’m curious as to what your reason was when you betrayed us. Did you plan it from the beginning?” He asked with no emotion on his face.

The atmosphere became tense as you watched him with wide eyes, you expected that coming, after all you caused the destruction of their place when they did nothing but provide you with care.

“I… I did not mean to cause such a situation, My lord” You started before getting interrupted by Mikey’s scoff.

“Do you expect me to believe that? Her royal highness?” He spoke his tone laced with malice and contempt.

“Surely, you were there as a spy, of course you were, The king was already on my trail the moment I announced my hatred for him.” He accused you as you looked at him with a teary expression.

“....why do you address me that way, My lord” You asked, not yet ready to answer him as you formulated your next words before you heard him speak.

"I now know who you are, surely that is enough reason to be respectful." He spitefully replied.

"And surely you know of me now as well, one of those few people with a noble title...but no territory" He spoke as he scoffed at his own self, feeling the taste of unfairness greet his tongue

"My lord, that is not the case at a-" you spoke before getting interrupted by him once more.

“....If only I could talk to myself the day I met you...so I can tell myself what I should have done...I had all and then some and now none.” He said as he raised his hand towards his face.

“I never intended to be the cause of your downfall...I….I especially admired you because it seemed like you were the definition of free….that was all I wanted since the beginning.” You spoke, looking down on the ground as you clenched your dress.

“Funny, I believed that was you as well at first. That you had managed to successfully run away from your owners.” He recalled the first time he met you, wearing such a ragged dress, no one would believe him if he said he found the princess of a powerful empire like that except his friends who had seen you that way as well.

“ah….Was I blaming you too much?....You see, I was a mistake of nature, A wild beast...I have no excuses for what I have done.” He spoke as he bowed his head towards you.

“The way they lived, the way those at the bottom continue to get abused I hated it, And so I thought a rebellion could be the one to stop such treatment. I guess I was bound to fail with my ambitions tainted with vileness” He spoke his honest thoughts, the real reason behind his plans.

“My lord...the way you are acting right now….makes it seem like you have been in the wrong.” Tears streamed down your face as you fell to your knees in front of his kneeling dogeza form.

“I- I am the most selfish person I know. I tried to escape for one night, then it turned into days. My lord, why do you feel bad about being righteous? I abandoned my duties, I abandoned my people… who knows what I could have done in that one night…” He looked up to see your agonizing smiling figure, nowhere was the smile he had adored seen.

“My treachery does not end there...If I could...I’d do it all once more, because every second I spent outside, I treasured it, along with the interactions I had with your group...so please” You spoke desperately. Looking at him with a sincere gaze.

“Do not make the same mistake as I did, Do not be trapped in such a world, live for yourself. It is highly selfish but, to the commoners you are a hero, but you will be nothing more to them than their hero, they won’t care about you once you are no longer their hero.

….But to me...you are my salvation”

True to your words you really did consider him as your savior, he was the one to help you back then when you were abandoned by your own maid, the one who introduced you to their group, their world.

His way of living that you thought you could never do in your life as a powerless princess.

Your words showed a new perspective for Mikey, one that he couldn’t be sure if he wanted to commit to it, but maybe because he was caught up in the moment.

“.....We both had the wrong idea about each other’s circumstances in the beginning that it now seems humorous to me, princess.” He smiled at you, which made a breath get clogged up on your throat.

He then remembered the conversation he had with Draken prior to meeting you.

“Mikey!!! That woman is all to blame! No matter how much I try to look in different angles! It’s on her! SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO LOOK FOR HER!”

“Because, I’ve done enough for now...everyone else is too busy killing each other. And my secret to survival is to never go to war with yourself.

“I thought you wanted to give people their freedom, what are you trying to do now Mikey…”

“Don’t you get it? Freedom is not chaos, but about the right to pursue our own goods or ends in life. To hell with those stuck up nobles...They can have their money...I just need more time to think about things as well.”

"Why....why are you trying so hard to reach someone we no longer consider as an ally"

"Why exactly would I need a reason not to."

“Ah...your highness, you really know how to make a man bend and break once inside your palms” He chuckled while you looked at him with confusion.

He then hurriedly stood up, and grabbed your hands “The people I interact with...those people are the ones in my heart. That is why I won’t leave you alone.”

“My Lord, you barely even know me…”

"Well we have a lot of time to figure each other out don't we princess?"

You stared at him, speechless. But he didn’t acknowledge it anymore as he forcefully grabbed you onto his back, making you circle both your arms around his shoulders.

“B-b-b-but-” “Hold tight!” “Kyaaaaa!”

He ran towards the window, only to jump off.

You closed your eyes as you felt the harsh winds envelop around your falling bodies, you held onto him the tightest you could.

That was when you both landed on a soft mattress hidden by the numerous bushes that his group had planted.

“MY LORD!!! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” You spoke with fright as you looked around. Only seeing the people he brought with smiles on their faces except for Draken who glared at you.

“I do. We’re kind of the same in a way.” He spoke as he tried to make you loosen your hold on him.

“NO!!! YOU DO NOT!!!YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND AT ALL!!” You screamed as you pushed him away.

He stood still for a moment, everyone getting silenced as they watched your frenzied state.

That was when everybody heard a shout “Your highness, the princess!!!”

All of those present glanced at each other with wide eyes, but not wider than their leader’s who didn’t think things through.

You reached your hands out towards them, your eyes filled with desperation “Go. You’ll get caught.” You spoke quietly, not bothering to move from your spot as your eyes watered, a new set of tears ready to fall.

“Hurry.” You glanced down as you sniffled “GO!!!” You screamed at them, to which Mikey glanced at you, his own eyes watering.

“N-” He couldn’t even finish his words as Draken grabbed his figure, throwing him over his shoulder as he and the rest of the group ran away, getting farther and farther away from you.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE MIKEY!!!” Draken had shouted as he ran with them.

“STOP SCREWING AROUND!!! YOUR HIGHNESS!! COME WITH US!!” He screamed with desperation as well, he couldn’t lie...he had now formed something with you. But that something was still confusing for him. He didn’t know what it was and he surely had no clue.

He watched as you one knight surveyed your state and you hugged another one who had tried to chase them.

“YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TOLD ME YOUR NAME YET!!!” were the last words he screamed as he watched you prevent the knight from chasing them.

“Don’t go after them!!Please! LET THEM GO!!!” you sobbed, not even caring about your dignity as a royal anymore.

All the while others heard less and less of your cries as they managed to run away once more.

Mikey just stood limp in Draken’s hold, watching the grass underneath them get rustled and stomped on by his friend’s, reduced to a shell of who he once was just because of a fleeting encounter.

Call it whatever you want, but he had never felt heartbreak like this. It was the first time somebody had called him a saviour….not like the insults and mocking names the other nobles threw at him for being a lowly one. The first time somebody had made him feel special in a way that no other could.

But why was it that the world was against you two?

That was all he thought about as he prepared another larger and more durable plan for a rebellion.

“My lord, good thing that woman is gone, I could not even bear her presence back then. Hopefully the royal outcast is now somewhere between life and death” One of those people who tried to suck up to him mocked you.

Mikey could feel himself growing mad but he stood silent.

“Just what do you think you’re declaring you wench-” Draken spoke up before getting stopped by Mikey’s hand raising.

The person who had insulted you continued to speak ill before Mikey had enough, he then stood up and left with his loyal aid following him.

“Mikey-”

“Let them be Draken. I’ll round up each and every one who insulted her once I become king.” He spoke with his eyes full of ambition.

He then glanced around, looking at the far horizon above them.

Maybe someday your voice won't ring and echo in my ears….

maybe someday your face won't appear through my head and suffocate me with the air I breathe….

maybe someday your name won't have to be tattooed on my heart and mind so I can never forget you,

and maybe someday I can be able to reach you with my own might...

Or maybe a day will come and you’d be nothing to me but a beautiful mistake…

I pray that day may never come, your highness.

For your knight in shining armor still awaits for you, for the day we can finally meet again...

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers oneshot #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader

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meowtalhead · 3 years ago

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I have to tell everyone about my ocs from the story I'm working on WIZARD APARTMENT (copy pasted directly from the word document so if the format looks weird that's why lol) PLEASE LOVE THEM AND ASK ME THINGS ABOUT THEM

Wizelda Spellcaster

She/her

She's a professional witch and works in the library of spells at the local wizard tower. She walks with a cane because of a wizard duel injury to her knee and the cane doubles as a wizard staff for casting epic spells of awesomeness. She's kind of a pessimist and not great at minding her own business, but she's also very genuine and (usually) good natured. She always finds herself in the middle of whatever supernatural chaos is taking place and she is having none of it

Vlad Draculason

They/them

Are they 28 or 2800 years old? The answer is yes. They're a gardener for a wizard florist in town and always in a good mood! Naively optimistic and laid back, they're pretty much wizelda's opposite. Whenever they get hungry they ask politely for some blood and gently poke a friend with a painless enchanted swirly straw. You can attract them to your back yard in bat form by putting count chocula in your bird feeder. Important detail: they wear heelys

Luna Wolf

She/they

She's a werewolf and a scientist. Her unspecified science job consists of wearing a lab coat, holding a clipboard, looking through microscopes and space telescopes, doing complicated math, drawing pictures of molecules on a whiteboard, and observing beakers of colorful liquid. But mostly she studies SPACE! specifically THE MOON. Also is very into yodeling

Norm L. Guy

He/him

Norm is just your average guy. He somehow wandered past the illusion spells hiding the apartment from non-wizards and stayed there because the rent was cheap. He's also the only one aware of Mortimer being the Dark Lord of Evil but keeps it to himself because you know, getting a dark wizard mad at you maybe isn't the best idea. He's constantly anxious and trying very hard to keep it together, living a ridiculous double life where he has to pretend to know things about magic

Skye Crystalball

She/her

She owns a touristy psychic occultist shop that caters to non-magical people, and loves tarot and crystals. She has extremely powerful psychic abilities yet chooses to believe Instagram astrology accounts instead. Always selling things on wizard etsy. She starts out very immature and constantly gets on Wizelda's nerves, but she slowly grows as a person throughout the story. She is always crunching on a quartz crystal like bugs bunny with a carrot

Barnabus Blazeweed

He/him

He lives in room 420 and smokes magical wizard weed. He's one of those guys who goes to the gym a lot and wears flannels and he's always saying some positive motivational shit like "bench pressed the exercise bike, radiating love and good vibes of happiness and light to y'all on this WEDNESDAY you got this my dudes." Pretty much everyone likes him except Mortimer.

Note: maybe make him a geologist in reference to the high geologist meme? Wizard geologist who studies magic wizard rocks?

Claude Cauldronbottom

They/he.

Claude works two jobs, one as a chef and one making wizard potions. The problem is that sometimes the potions end up in the food and soup ends up in the potions. Be very careful eating at their restaurant!

Bonnie Legg

She/her

Little old lady who lives on the first floor. She likes knitting, baking, napping in her rocking chair on the back porch, and playing mahjong. She ALSO likes committing arson and starting fights at the wizard biker bar for fun. She has pointy teeth and rides around on her houseling, a young baba yaga house still too small to fit inside, which at this early stage in its life resembles a wooden motorcycle with a shingle roof over the headlights and chicken legs instead of wheels

Hilda Hayfever

She/her

Angsty teenage anarchist punk rock scarecrow with embroidered tattoos and battle vest patches and stuff embroidered directly onto her because she's a scarecrow made of fabric character design hell yeah. Princess of the Halloween realm who fled to the human realm because of her firm anti-monarchy anti-authoritarian views, where she was basically adopted by Bonnie, who she calls baba. On Halloween night when the border between the two realms fades she fights The Pumpkinlord with a really cool really big sword that's shaped like a corn cob

Gil Waters

He/him

Merman. His room in the apartment is actually the koi pond out front, and koi are to merpeople what cats are to humans. So he has like 20 cats basically. Sometimes he babysits his baby niece, who is still in that adorable phase where she could develop into either a mermaid or a siren depending on her diet as she grows and constantly hungers for human flesh

Mortimer Darklorrd

He/him

The landlord of the wizard apartment and The Dark Lord of Evil foretold by ancient prophecies. Made of pure wickedness, absolutely vile, no redeeming qualities whatsoever, his ultimate goal is to be the ruler of the universe. He dresses like a boring regular guy except with a long black cloak, and he's always scheming new ways to exploit his tenants and conquer the world

Clint and Billy Draculason

Both use he/him

They're vampire wizard cowboys from Wizard Texas (a second Texas invisible to non-wizards located to the left of regular texas). Clint is Vlad's cousin and his job is stealing haunted cars. Ghost car wrangler with a car catching magic lasso. And he steals the cars with Billy. He and Billy are married. Clint has a bat shaped mustache. Billy has cowboy boot shaped sideburns

Bailey the Basilisk

She/her

A giant talking snake who works at Claude's restaurant. She's a BASILisk, not a regular basilisk, so instead of killing people with a death stare she has a little herb garden and makes really good pesto. Like REALLY good pesto, the best pesto you've ever had

Chad and the Bros

He/him

Chad and The Bros are a frat boy hive mind of which Chad is the blond one and central brain. They're all college kids who throw parties in the apartment but they’re kind of evil and messed up. The bros consist of Brody, Brostopher, Brotthew, Broithan, Bronard (pronounced like Bernard), and Bronard (pronounced like Leonard). They seem to see Barnabus as their responsible adult authority figure and can only be controlled by him

#the wizard apartment #ocs #wizelda spellcaster #vlad draculason #luna wolf #norm l guy #skye crystalball #barnabus blazeweed #claude cauldronbottom #bonnie legg #hilda hayfever #gil waters #mortimer darklorrd #clint and billy #bailey the basilisk #chad and the bros

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thespoonisvictory · 4 years ago

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Alright- this has been bugging me for a while. Sometimes, the way this fandom talks about “government” and “anarchy” drives me up a wall.

Stop Portraying The Way Techno uses Anarchy on the Dream SMP as Inherently Pro-Freedom or Individual Autonomy

*A quick note: this post does not reflect anarchy or my politics irl. I am not taking from anarchist source material outside of what Techno himself has said and acted on, because this is about a minecraft server and anarchist theory obviously won’t perfectly translate. I’ll use a few terms to help clarify but that’s not meant to be a perfect comparison.*

Techno’s an anarchist; the syndicate is not a government. This is a well established fact, and I’m not gonna try and contest that. However, people have used the fact that he’s an anarchist to say “oh, that must mean he’s against all hierarchies and supports free will and autonomy for everyone.” But what’s reflected by Techno’s actions that his anarchism is more based in something like Social Darwinism/”survival of the fittest”: he doesn’t believe in lack of hierarchies in general, he wants a lack of hierarchies as created by government bodies.

But what makes me say this?

Well, Techno siding with Dream and not appearing to have a moral quandary about it is a starter. Dream has made it very clear that he wants complete control over the Dream SMP and it’s inhabitants, since the first L’manburg war where he didn’t want an independent nation forming. He’s the one very obviously pulling the strings behind Tommy’s exile, not Tubbo (you could make the argument that Techno doesn’t actually Know any of this, but it’s relatively common knowledge and the idea that Techno “I grinded 200 wither skulls as a safe guard” Blade didn’t do any research on his allies is a healthy stretch). If Techno’s anarchism was actually based in autonomy and free choice for citizens, Dream should be his number one enemy.

“But Dream isn’t a government!”

I never said he was. Techno isn’t against anarchism for siding with him. What he is denouncing is the idea that his anarchism is about anything more than trying to remove literal government structures. It doesn’t matter whether Dream is a government, he still exercised physical power over dsmp citizens and inhibited their personal autonomy and freedom with his actions far more than the likes of Tubbo ever has.

Furthermore, Techno’s determination to destroy any government (not just corrupt ones, he clearly stated he was gonna destroy Snowchester if he thought it was a government, regardless of whether it was oppressive or not), is not an act of disassembling all hierarchies or promoting free choice, because here’s the thing:

People who participate in a government on the dsmp are doing so of their own free will and autonomy.

No one, at any point, was forced to be part of L’manburg, or any government on the SMP. They joined because they believed it was better than going solo. They willingly gave up a certain amount of authority for the protection of a government, and that was Their Choice. This is known as the social contract, and it’s kind of crucial to the dsmp’s lore. The fact that Fundy could just leave and start Drywaters or Jack could just start Manifoldland when they didn’t want to be part of L’manburg is proof of this. The social contract essentially proves that any government on the smp can only be as powerful as people allow it to be. Manburg was easily taken because of this very idea: Schlatt’s bad governing eventually led nearly every member of Manburg to switch to Pogtopia, until he was just a shell with no power, easily toppled.

Dream did, at one point, try to force people to be part of the Dream SMP (1st war), or no longer part of L’manburg (exile arc), via violence.

Techno did, at one point, try to force people to no longer be part of a government, via violence. He seems to believe that because he can physically overpower people, that makes it his burden to spread his ideology of anarachy (where the “survival of the fittest” idea comes in)

The only actual threats to free will and choice (in the long term, not singular acts committed by people) on the dsmp have been orchestrated by people with immense physical power.

“But Tubbo exiled Tommy. Doesn’t that count as an obstruction of free will?”

Nope! Tubbo had his hand forced by Dream to exile Tommy as means of appeasement. Plus, Tubbo wouldn’t have been able to actually enforce this without Dream’s power.

“But Tubbo made the Butcher Army. Doesn’t that count?”

Not really? I mean, you could call it a bad decision, but Techno isn’t actually a citizen of New L’manburg. Tubbo wasn’t acting as an oppressive figure to his citizens, he was fighting with a body outside of his country. You can say he was wrong for doing so, but then it wasn’t wrong because he was a government figure, it was bad because he wrongfully tried to kill Techno. Techno destroying L’manburg wasn’t based on trying to protect it’s citizens, it was a personal revenge against an attempt on his life (which is arguably valid but not based in moral values lol).

“But Tubbo wasn’t voted in!”

Ignoring the obvious fact that Tubbo was clearly supported and accepted as president with no challengers, This. Does. Not. Mean. Tubbo. Is. Obstructing. Free. Will. So long as people in L’manburg were fine with living under whatever you would call Tubbo’s government (I wanna say enlightened despot but those didn’t really have cabinets so who knows), Techno taking Tubbo down is not an act of supporting autonomy or free choice.

Techno nevers asks citizens of L’manburg whether they want to have their government destroyed. He wasn’t planning on asking Snowchester’s citizens before destroying their home if he deemed it a government.

He destroys Ghostbur’s home (and everyone else’s) with little regard for his say in the matter. That is not a lack of hierarchy or supportive of personal autonomy. Techno is the authority in this situation, he’s just not a government figure.

That doesn’t make controlling people’s lives and destroying their property any less morally questionable

Techno doesn’t have the right to decide for people whether or not they want a government. Neither does the Syndicate. If he wants to make a funky little anarchist book club, I support him, but using it like a police force is Questionable.

(this doesn’t mean Techno is Wrong, per say, for thinking government is bad, just that his ideology does not support individual choice as much as some people believe. If Niki is an anarchist because she believes governments have hurt her too much, that’s perfectly fine, but if Karl wants a government, that’s fine too)

So yeah.

Can we please stop acting like anarchy on the dsmp is any more valid of an ideology to force on people than any other.

#c!techno critical #dsmp #critical #discourse #analysis #I have so much more I could say about this #like with og L'manburg and the themes of pushing against people like Techno #how just destroying the previous government isn't just gonna put peaceful anarchism in place #or how I think techno is motivated by a fear of being controlled or held accountable for his actions #rather than more noble causes

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izartn · 4 years ago

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On the The Host romance:

A lil note: @into-september as you’re reading Twilight, and your last post made me realise this, I thought it better to write my own post and tag you! Hope you don’t mind.

The Host is the first novel of an “adult” science fiction trilogy by Stephanie Meyer which never was finished. Published in 2008, the same year as Breaking Dawn, I guess she preferred gaining the benefits of her vampire saga to keep on writing.

For shame, because for me, The Host is much better at establishing worldbuilding, a concept and its protagonists + a romance (not that there isn’t anything cuestionable in it, but to my taste it’s better done than in Twilight). Here is the first paragraph of The Host wikipedia’s section on plot:

A species of parasitic aliens called "Souls" have invaded Earth, deeming the humans too violent to deserve the planet. When a Soul is implanted into a host body, the consciousness of the original owner is erased, leaving their memories and knowledge.

Wanderer, a Soul, is placed into the body of Melanie Stryder. However, Melanie's consciousness is still alive and begins to communicate with Wanderer mentally. Wanderer's assigned "Seeker" suggests that she could be placed into Melanie to retrieve the memories before disposing of the defective body, but Wanderer makes several attempts to deny her Seeker's wishes. As Wanderer starts to uncover some of Melanie's memories of her younger brother Jamie Stryder and her boyfriend Jared Howe, Melanie gets her to follow a series of landmarks throughout the Arizona desert to find her Uncle Jeb, hoping that Jared and Jamie are with him. By doing so, she would be denying the Seeker Melanie's memories and the humans they would lead her to.

Just. Read that and have the face to tell me it doesn’t sound more interesting than Twilight I dare you. Of course the books are different genres, although the focus is in the... more sentimental part in both. It’s just that The Host story is more unusual and the worldbuilding dreamy and subtly horrific.

Well I said I was gonna talk about the romance right? Spoilers incoming!

A bit of more context is necessary; in The Host, Melanie, the human Wanda (nickname of Wanderer) is possessing, is in love with the boyfriend mentioned in the sinopsis, Jared. Wanda being in the body of Melanie, feels things for him. We can divine for context this is sexual attraction plus having access to some of Melanie’s memories and noticing Jared is pretty ok as humans not possessed are left on Earth.

Melanie reaction to this oscillates between “don’t you dare touch my boyfriend alien” and “well of course you fell for him, he’s pretty awesome” to “if I can’t it’s ok if you want to” when she’s feeling herself disappear at one point. Which is bullshit bc her conscience comes back when Wanda goes to tell Jared to kiss her bc she’s feeling Melanie disappear and when he gets near Wanda, Melanie usually mounts a whole circus in her head. It works.

Well that’s one part of the romance. The other is Ian, a human in the settlement who is pretty level-headed and who starts talking to Wanda, as her guard first and then as her friend. No previous contact with Melanie, so he mets Wanda in Melanie’s body and isn’t excessively hostile or sad. Bc you know, an alien is in the body of you “niece, girlfriend, sister, etc” isn’t really conductive to good first impressions although that alien has come bearing the news that said person is still alive somewhere in their brain.

(Also the whole human group is so hilariously based on those paranoid about the government/end-of-days usa people... And it works! LMAO) (The social dynamics are interesting in this book ok? basic but ingenious)

So Wanda falls slowly without noticing for Ian; Ian falls first and confesses and everything. I think their first kiss was a bit sketchy? But generally they good.

The interesting thing is this: Melanie and so her body, is in love and attracted to Jared. Wanda, inhabiting Melanie’s body, starts realising that although Jared is pretty ok and all that, he’s really Melanie’s love; she doesn’t exactly like his more violent tendencies.

(Really he’s more apocalypse survivor hardcore, but he really was a dick to her at the start, bc alien possessing girlfriend and all. Also gave her mixed signals, etc. Very american male which, eh. Melanie is also very apocalypse survivor hardcore; the two mesh well bc of that lmao)

Well, as Stephanie Meyer is SM, and she has some weird ideas about romance the thing is, Wanda doesn’t feel sexually attracted to Ian. Bc all the hormones in her body are signaling only Jared. But she really is romantically attracted to Ian, and loves him. When they kiss, she likes it, but it’s not super passionate nor does it brings the same high that the few occasions Jared kissed her. To Ian’s credit he doesn’t really get it at the start, but then is immediately acepting of Wanda’s boundaries. I think he pushes a bit? But this SM so. Sigh. (I like to think in the hands of another author he wouldn’t do the sterotypical male thing but yah)

What I mean is that Stephanie Meyer, without intention, created an ace romance. Sure, it bc really weird biological alien science, but if you take it to mean Melanie is demi and only feels attracted to Jared, that makes her body reactions logical when Wanda also falls in love. She isn’t occupying the body wholly; there’s the host original presence; so she falls romantically but not physically. If I’m saying great idiotices please correct me under; I don’t have any background on sexology or biology.

Sadly, Wanda is also super worried of not being able of correctly loving Ian, so. Negation of ace identity in one, two..., warning to folks sensible to it.

And well, she ruins it when at the end when Wanda is put outside Melanie´s body into one who doesn’t have a human conscience. She explained the others how to take “souls” out of humans without killing any part, and how to take the “souls” to the space ships where they’ll be transported to other worlds. But sometimes the humans have passed so much time suppressed, or have been taken so young, that there isn’t a conscience-anyone to recover.

The Host is very weird, bc this is a race of genocidal colonist aliens who are weird beautiful little ribbons of silver in their original form, who after abandoning their original world by possessing another race who invaded them realised they could live whatever lives they wanted possessing people without dying and just. Went for it. They are a supposedly all peace loving gents, who cured all poverty and illness by their superior technology and like, very comunist-anarchist society. Who abhor violence, but don’t see eliminating other people identity as violence.

They are weird and amazing; when they realise having and raising children as humans costs so much, they start acting as parents to those humans without going to have a soul implanted on their kid, bc they love them as they are. A mess of contradictions, and Wanda is so interesting bc of this.

Sadly, SM acted again, and made Wanda one of the rare females able of auto-destroying to create more fragments of herself (aka other souls). The rest of souls don’t have any gender and chose bodies as whatever sex they like most. Guess Wanda being an alien was fine, but not having an explicit gender was too much, lol. To be fair, she says she prefers female bodies, but doesn’t really mind. Good on Wanda.

There’s a secondary romance too; the search of Ian’s brother, Kyle (who almost kills Wanda once) for his abducted girlfriend, Jodie. Results the soul inside her body, Sunny has all of Jodie’s memories of Kyle and is like, already in love with him. She lets herself be abducted, and when they explain they’re gonna get her out and why, is like, cries and begs, but accepts it bc is Jodie who Kyle loves. She hasn’t ever heard her like Wanda did Melanie, though, so when like a week or two pass and Jodie’s conscience remains dead Kyle consents (bc the other relatives of Jodie are soulified) to bring back Sunny. Wow. What a clusterfuck. They don’t date but there’s this weird vibe where Kyle has stopped hating all souls after Wanda’s mess and his encounter with Sunny, and Sunny herself is like; yay! I can live with humans and Kyle and I’ll keep trying to awake Jodie. And the two of them are described as inseparable?

It’s more intriguing than Twilight; I wished there were more fics interested in exploring cool canon divergences and all. I didn’t dive in the problematiqueTM aspects of the book but come on, this is SM and you have reading comprehension. I just wanted to talk about how interesting is the intersection of sexuality in romance in Wanda’s case >-< Still better than Twilight but I guess the aesthetic of vamps surpases The Host. Which. Valid ok? Each to their own.

#the host #stephanie meyer #wanderer #melanie strider #ian o'shea #jared howe #kyle o'shea #sunlight passing through the ice #or sunny for friends #meta #the host meta

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daechwita-bitch · 5 years ago

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A Devil’s Deal (Part 2)

Pairings: Taehyung x Reader, Yugyeom (GOT7) x Reader (blink and you’ll miss it lol) Warnings: SMUTTT, possessive/yandere taehyung, fucking in the back seat on a car with the partition rolled up cos i’m totally not cliche like that lol

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Note: Sorry for the long wait but commitment ain’t my thing and writing is hard. Hope yall enjoyed this chapter is a bit longer and more spicy and adds more context to the story looool

Taehyung watched as his wife starts to smile. “Nice seeing you again Yugyeom.”

Flashback

Y/N left her class, yawning from the stress of the night before. She smiles as she discovers who is waiting for her at the end of the hallway. “Wow, even when you’re a mess you still look stunning.” She rolls her eyes, laughing “Oh stop you little fucker.”

Yugyeom laughs as he puts his arm around her shoulder. “So, what’s the verdict?” Y/N ponders the question, then shrugs. “Performing is the dream, but the classes sure do suck dick.” He rolls his eyes “Of course they do.” She punches him in the arm playfully. “Hey! I haven’t seen you attending your supposed workshops lately. Aren’t they meant to determine, oh I don’t know, your final GPA?” He shrugs “Been busy. You know, college isn’t everything Y/N. You get an opportunity that can change your life, and you chase it until you get it. That’s what I’m going, I guess you could say.” She raises an eyebrow, but chuckle. “That’s a great excuse.”

He suddenly stops in his tracks, eyes serious. “I’m just being honest with you, Y/N. Sometimes, you have to take the leap. And if that means risking everything... You have to.” Her smile fades, clearly confused “What are you talking about? Is everything ok?” His smile returns and he leans over, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Don’t worry about me. You’ll be fine.” He straightens up, bids his farewell as he usually does and heads back to his dorm. Y/N tilts her head, slightly surprised at what just happened, a blush slowly developing on her cheeks. That was the last time she saw her first love.

Present Day

Taehyung reaches over and slams the door after Y/N entered the car, seething as she flinches at the action. “You didn’t tell me you knew him.” Y/N raises an eyebrow “I didn’t think it would matter!”

He balls his hands into fists. “Do you not know who he is?! What he’s capable of?”

She straightens up, baffled at his comment. “Architecture, maybe? We were seniors in college together! What is going on Taehyung?”

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. Of course GOT7 had a weakness against him. Someone to test his limits, to make him squirm. Or try to.

They were the anarchists. The ones trying in all this peace that Taehyung had created, to destroy it. They were the only ones on the same level as his organisation. And he hated it.

He felt himself suddenly lose control as he growls, pulling her forcefully onto his lap. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he smashed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened before fluttering shut, relaxing into him and he clicks his fingers, signalling the driver to roll up the partition. Y/N melts into his touch, totally under his control.

He lets his fingers float up her back, reaching towards her hair to yank it back. He sucks a mark into her neck alongside the almost faded ones, murmuring against your neck. “Time to remind you who you belong to. Before it all goes to hell.” As she opens her mouth to reply, he delivers a spank to her ass harshly, making her cry out. “You do not get to speak. If you make a sound, you don’t get to cum.” Y/N nearly whimpers but remembers the rule, gripping his shoulders. She lets him pull up her dress, as she reaches down to unbuckle his pants. “Always so desperate, so needy for me. You have always belonged to me, you know? You were conceived to be mine, to rule by me. My fucking queen.” She bites her lip to hide her smile. His possessiveness always felt so sweet to her, and Y/N was so lucky to have him to belong to.

She lets him slip her panties to the side, whining as the head of his cock slides against her folds. “Already so wet for me, hm baby?” She bites her lip, trying to obey the rule. He chuckles “Answer me baby.” She exhales shakily “Y-Yes daddy.” He smirks before lifting Y/N up, almost winding her as he slams into her at full force. She shrieks and he spanks her for it. “Make a sound when I fucking tell you to, remember?” She shakily swallows, trying to adjust to his length. She start to bounce on his cock, creating a steady rhythm. He grips her hips, groaning as he nibbles on her earlobe. “We only have 10 minutes. You better be quick to cum baby girl.” She bites her lip in an attempt to swallow the whimper building in her throat. She bounces a little harder, the only sounds being his soft grunts and the slaps of skin on skin. He growls in her ear. “Whatever happens, you’re mine. Remember that.” The grip on Y/N’s hips gets harder and she thinks of the bruises forming in a few hours max.

After a few minutes, she can already feel herself getting close, clenching around him as warning. He place a hand on her throat, adding pressure, knowing that tips his wife over the edge. He uses the grip to bring her closer to him so he can whisper. “Fucking scream for me. You’ve been so good.” His words and lack of oxygen make her topple over the edge, feeling her squeeze around him more than humanly possible as she orgasms, yelping and moaning obscenities. “O-oh Tae...”

He instantly signals Y/N to get off his lap and kneel in front him, the lack of space uncomfortable. But she understands instantly as she sees him jerking himself quickly, and she opens her mouth patiently, eyes boring into his. He throws his head back, his hair sticky to his face as he cums in her mouth and on her face. Y/N closes your eyes, the taste bitter but always so sweet to her. She swallows obediently, smiling to herself as she watches him get his bearings, realising the limo was coming to a stop. She pulls her dress down quickly as he buckles his pants, as she helps her back onto her chair. The door opens as the driver waits patiently for the both of them to get out, Y/N avoiding eye contact with him as if he hadn’t already drove them when they were fucking in the backseat like rabbits before. They both walk together, Tae’s hand again protective on her waist, as they walk the steps up to the penthouse building.

On the other side of town, in a sleazy motel, Yugyeom walks into his room. An unfamiliar setting to the one he’s used to back in his part of the city, but for a good reason. He grabs his laptop, grabbing his headset in his bag as he relaxes, calling Jackson, answering all his questions. “Yes. I saw them. She’s real. Taehyung has really been hiding her for a while, huh? Yeah I know. Don’t worry though. She’ll be easy to figure out. We’ve found his Achilles heel at least, and a pretty one at that.” He lets a knowing smirk on his face as he glances to the Polaroid picture he carries everywhere on his bedside table of Y/N candidly smiling, his arm draped over her shoulder.

#taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung #v smut #v x reader #yandere v #bts x reader #bts smut #bts series #bts fanfic #bts request

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chicago-geniza · 3 years ago

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ok, you got paid, ura. now we gotta:

- take out the trash ✅

- feed rugal ✅

- Skincare (double cleansing, eczema cream) ✅

- brush teeth ✅

- pay phone bill

- editing assignment 1 for V

- editing assignment 2 for V

- quick 2-page edit for J

- first draft recruitment text for K - source relevant info, faculty bios, reference general text by J & M, check ur notes, emphasize recent job placements

- laundry

- finish editing J’s paper lol

- reply to op-ed email thread

- email heart monitor company

- yiddish project: YBC sources, remainder of public access ones; the wolski book is Rare & won't be digitized anywhere, it's only available in 4 libraries worldwide lol, you could have K get it thru ILL & scan it but that would depend on the timeframe, like how soon does she need these materials; most annoying option is ordering directly thru cherub press (iirc it's like $52?) w/ priority shipping, scanning & uploading doublequick, then billing it as a work expense, which i'd rather not do since she's paying me out of pocket; will also try the usual Ask Yiddishists On Social Media lol; then gotta see if the NLI has OCR enabled for the literarishe bleter archives or it's gonna be a *slog*--see if there isn't an equivalent bibliography of kulbak's work there like the one you found for molodowsky from the 90s. also x-ref w/ krutikov's annual bibliography of yiddish scholarship & ask E, bc he's read a lot about kulbak on his own. R's also spent a lot of time in the LB digital archive & might have some insight re: how to navigate more effectively than "scroll thru microfiche till your eyes cross." i gotta learn to Code in order to be a better Book Hacker. i'm already pretty good & can do basic browser data reshuffling & i have all the tools to remove DRM & download copyright-protected files from hathitrust & scribd & archive dot org in addition to libgen/scihub/aaaarg/anarchist library lol/chomikuj/the 800 russian sites that exist but i want to be The Best

#auxiliary executive function blog

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wickednerdery · 5 years ago

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Title: Out of Time: High Time Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Loki x Stark!OC Rating: Mature Summary: “I intend to enjoy this realm to its fullest.” Notes: Continuing my strange little foray into cyberpunk with Loki on a futuristic Earth (after his escapes with the Tesseract in Endgame?). Bits of drug use, mainly, in this one!

Masterlist - Previously

While the brothers are eager to leave, Loki lingers, strolling along The Power Strip with great interest. It was chaotic, more so than the black market even, but thrillingly so. Music and sweet smelling smoke pours from various open doors, beings mingle and crush and drink together with a rowdiness that makes the god smile.

“We should lay low for awhile,” Cyro instructs, then continues. “I’ll go ahead, make sure it’s clear, then send the intel.”

“Nonsense, what in the nine realms for?” Loki dismisses, picking a club at random to enter.

Cyno gives a nod of acknowledgement to his brother, then follows the other. “Because we just jacked what, I’m guessing, are mutant ballerina’s from a major corp. You think they won’t come after them, after us, with everything they’ve got then you’re insane.”

“Possibly.” Loki chuckles, ordering a drink before leaving Cyno to cover it when his mind trick doesn’t work. He slips easily to a recently vacated table and shifts into a form more suited to the crowd of patrons. “But no matter. Now that I’m clear of your petty debt, I intend to enjoy this realm to its fullest.”

"By clubbing?”

“No,” Loki laughs him off. “No, I’m going to finish my drink and then seek out Ms. Stark.”

“She could still be in on this thing, you know?”

“I doubt that.” Anything is possible, of course, but Loki will happily play the odds on this one. “And, either way, now I’ve something for her. Something of interest.”

“Blackmail.”

“Information.”

The man sighs, rather giving up on his anarchist employer. “You keep causing static, they’re gonna pull your plug.”

“I welcome the attempt.” Because ‘they’, whoever they are, would lose. “Now have a drink and relax, for Norns’ sake.”

“No thanks.” Cyno wants out. Out of Loki’s presence, out of the bar, out of The Power Strip...He wants out of it all and into safety, if he can find it.

A dark laugh of amusement escapes the god’s lips as he drinks, eyes following his (former?) employee’s exit. He stays, watching those around him, before two Midgardian beings enter. While his interest starts as merely passing when he catches bits of conversation, and realizes it’s about Ms Stark, he keys in.

The walls pulsate, the floor rolls, as Hak helps Ana out into open air. She takes a deep breath, but only inhales lingering tainted smoke. There’s a rush, her stomach turns and knees give way before the officer catches her under the arms.

Hak digs into pocket, pulls out a spare mask. “Cover your face, I’ll give you a clarifying tab in the car.” It’ll clear her mind enough to function until the drugs leave her fully and she crashes out.

She slips the fabric over her nose and mouth, blocking enough smoke not to be re-upped. As they approach the unmarked car Ana sees someone in the crowd that both surprises and confuses her.

“Ana!” Orson calls out, his tone more amused than cross. “I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?”

“Where you found me,” Ana slurs her counter. “...Whoever you are...Not Orson.”

“Yes, well...” Orson’s chuckle is close-lipped before he carries on. “I think it’s time we get you back home.”

“I was just taking her,” Hak offers.

Orson’s eyes flick to the other without recognition, then back to Ana. “I can take her, you should return to your...usual tasks.”

Something about Ana’s Head of Security’s behavior is off, but Hak can’t pinpoint what, exactly, it is. “Okay...” He looks to Ana. “Let me know when you’re home.”

There’s a hum of a reply when she wavers from one into the other’s arms. She instantly realizes something is wrong; this is not Orson. “I...I’m gonna be sick!” She stumbles away, retches and vomits up red from Lace. She digs into pockets, finds her own clarifying tab, and sets it against her wrist to be absorbed. It’s for emergencies, overdoses, but she needs to be clearheaded enough to self-protect. At least until she’s sure this person isn’t an outright threat. Ana returns steadier, but the supposed Orson takes her arm nevertheless. “I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, Stark.” His grip tightens as she tries to pull away, he stares directly into her eyes. “Just let me help.”

Now she knows who it is, but says nothing except to concede, say goodbye to Hak. By the time they are exiting The Strip she’s reactivated her ID coding and discreetly begun charging her shock bracelet. “Where are we going, Loki?”

The facade of Orson fades with a laugh; Loki grins. “Your home, of course.”

“I’m not bringing you to my home.”

“Oh, but you should.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve important information for you, and I imagine yours is the safest place to share it.”

Ana looks the god over carefully, wary. “What kind of information?”

“The important kind,” he smirks back, unwilling to budge.

“Tony, get a secure car. return the bike”

Ana is passable as sober by the time they arrive, which makes the news all the more enraging. “Are you sure?” Osborn was a weaselly, money-grubbing, power-hungry, asshole not to be trusted...but this went beyond that.

“What purpose do I have to lie?”

“You’re the god of lies.” And that was just the most obvious one. “Where are the girls now?”

“With their brother.”

“The Yak samurai?”

“Apparently.”

She nods, thinking, which is proving difficult in her comedown. “Do you...have any proof?”

“Besides the girls?”

“You don’t have the girls.”

“I could get them back.”

Her eyes lose focus a moment, she waivers, but when Loki moves towards her she puts up hand to stop him. “It’s fine, thank you.” She takes a deep breath, straightens. “You said you had help, from someone inside, what about him?”

“Cyro, I don’t know his last name, and his brother, Cyno, yes. I might be able to get Cyno, but I imagine the one you want will be less inclined to speak.”

“NDA?”

“What?”

“He signed an NDA, a Non-Disclosure Agreement?”

“Oh, I’ve no idea,” Loki dismisses. “But he’s not very fond of me.”

"Can’t imagine why after you blew up his cushy job for a major corporation.”

“Corrupt major corporation and I merely aided him in doing the right thing.”

“Right...” Ana smirks. “Well, thank you for the information. I’ll have my people look into it.”

“You don’t believe me.” He can sense it.

“If I took you at face value, I’d be an idiot.”

“Fair enough.” He smirks, steps closer.

“And I’m not sure why you’re even coming to me in the first place.”

“The goodness of my own heart?”

Ana snorts. “Don’t insult my intelligence.” He wants something, she’s just not sure what.

“Perhaps, if I can get the brothers to speak to you, that would be helpful?” Loki switches topics rather than risk being pressed for an answer.

“It would.” She’ll still have them and everything Loki’s claimed thus far vetted, but it will help to hear their version of the story. “Now, if you’ll excuse me -”

“Oh, but I would like to speak with you more.” He’s no intention of leaving now that he’s gotten in.

“I...” Dizziness and nausea takes hold in a final wave, then leaves her with the deep exhaustion of a crash. “...Just...” She lowers herself onto the couch. “Need to rest.” Her yawn is long, wide, and body slumps forward to rest her head on a throw pillow. “...Hold on...”

Loki watches with a mix of confusion and amusement as the woman falls fast asleep before him. “Well, that was rude.” He heads over, examines her slumbering form. “...But interesting...” The god crouches to meet her eye line, then reaches out to tuck a bit of blond hair behind her ear. “What an odd creature you are, Ms Stark.”

Because it’s been so long...Hak is Hak Barton, descendant of Clint “Hawkeye” Barton - he’s police and human - “Tony” is her AI (like JARVIS and FRIDAY with the OG Tony Stark), and Orson is (when not actually Loki like in this piece) is Ana’s mutant head of security. All else you’ll just have to go back to prior pieces to figure it all out, lol! But, haha, yeah, Loki decided this was the best way to get closer to Ana...I honestly don’t think he felt he had anything else that might hold her attention long enough. So now the fox might be in the henhouse, as it were, given Ana just passed out with him still there, LOL!

Gifs made off ones I found on Google, then combined myself.

Still/Always playing with this one, feel free to share ideas/thoughts/suggestions/headcanons!! 😉

Tagging: @lady-crowned-with-stars, @beccaliciooouuusss, @fuckthatfeeling, @v-2bucky, @ultrarebelheart, @tarithenurse @latent-thoughts @chibiyanai @lukeevansandjdmobession @sweetfictionalworld @ladyfluff @theangelsfightwithdevils @holykryptonitekitten @kpopgirlbtssvt @michellearel1 @mousee555 @dangertoozmanykids101 @toozmanykids @iwasbusybeingdead …If you wanna be added, just lemme know!!

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emybain · 5 years ago

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if the artino family lived

yeah so uhhh i finished a little list i made last night after coming home from a long day of traveling to another state and back before i clonked out. i really really really want to write this now and idk if anyone can stop me. these are just a few things i wanted to make notes of as sort of background info

* georgia came in time to save family

* nova woke up to the sounds of fighting

* knew the renegades would come

* father went to work for renegades to help create vision of world he wanted even though their idea was a little different

* fam continued to be protected by renegades against anarchists until battle for Gatlon

* the artino name was cleared after ace’s “death” bc of everything david did for the renegades~became well known name in households

* georgia eventually was killed by phobia bc she protected artinos

* tala has another baby when evie is two and nova 8-Thomas

* with the restructure of the government and economy after end of age of anarchy, artinos are able to move to a much nicer apartment and eventually a house (perhaps in adrians neighborhood??)

* like adrian, nova didn’t have to go through the trials to become a renegade bc she was pretty much already one before they started doing the trials

* has her own team and is one of the best (next to genissa’s,,,we all know adrian’s team wasn’t that great at the beginning lol)

* her family and the everharts are close family friends bc of what happened years ago, and adrian and nova used to be close

* drifted apart for whatever reason (maybe when they both received their own teams and didn’t have time to hang out anymore??)

* novas team is again really good but none of the other teams really understand why bc they never see her team training (nova makes them train really hecking early bc she doesn’t sleep)

* even tho she didn’t have the trauma of watching her parents die in front of her, she still gained her power to not sleep bc the hitman tried killing her and her family and lady indomitable and she can still hear the gunshots the almost took her family from her

* evie wants to be a renegade but she can’t bc she doesn’t have powers

* also in the stage of being a bratty child and nova is Done with it

* anyway the artino household is a mess and there’s always someone screaming

* people have this idea that novas really quiet and possibly stuck up bc she keeps to her inner circle of friends but then they come over and she’s yelling to be heard over the rest of her family

* Tala speaks Filipino when she’s angry or when she tells her kids something in public or when guests are over and David mutters Italian to himself when he works so nova and her siblings are multilingual

* homeschooled babies bc i refuse to believe there isn’t any education system in gatlon

* some ppl are wary of the artino’s, even renegades (*cough* Evander wade), and nova’s been sneered at and criticized for her lineage from a young age. bc of this, she’s felt the need to prove herself. sis is trained in martial arts, fighting, acrobatics, etc, etc. however those same ppl see this her determination as suspicious and believe she’ll turn sides

* honestly her parents push for her to be a normal teen outside of the renegades (which pisses the renegades off when she takes days off but like what are they gonna do her father is at the top of the weapons department or something lmao)

* hence she has a license and friends that are just normal people and does teen stuff like being stupid

* haven’t decided whether or not she’s dated before or not

* tala does most of the cooking bc of David’s job (no one wants him in the kitchen anyway he’s a better baker) and her meals are loved by all who visit

* while her parents are laid back about a lot of things, they have to lay down the line when nova misbehaves

* however, they can be a little unfair when curfew is 11:30pm and nova walks in at 11:32 and they ground her

* “no boys until you’re 16!” short pause. “no girls either until then!”

* sleepovers and hangouts must include a full background check of the kid and their family-tala and David MUST know the parents before anything

* nova is at least allowed her own room while evie and Thomas share one-evie claims she’ll get nova’s when nova moves out and can’t wait for that day

* nova used to be weird about her physical/personality traits such as her curly and wild hair, how she talks with her hands, a slight mix of both of her parents accents, etc. bc they made her stand out

* also i hc that David’s family is from northern Italy, so the fact that nova is pretty tan and not pale (as well as her siblings) doesn’t sit well with their snobbish relatives in Italy

* but mama artino swooped in and reassured how those traits made her special and how she should be proud of her heritage

* might add on later but it’s 2am and im tired but I also want to write

#send help #in schleepy

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shooting-the-walls · 5 years ago

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OKAY SO I watched abominable bride for the first time in while. These are the notes I made throughout it

• The whole montage

• ThE thEME tUNe

• Benedict's posher accent

• MRS HUDSON: WE STAN A QUEEN

• The way John says "Holmes": synonymous with "watch it bitch"

• "...abandoned you for an unsavoury companion of dubious morals": SHERLOCK SWEETIE NO

• Mary: ONCE AGAIN WE STAN A QUEEN

• Lestrade needing a fucking drink is such a mood

• Parts of it sound so scripted (e.g the scene in the morgue with Holmes and Watson's first meeting): evidence early on of it being in his mind palace? Sherlock knows it has to go in a certain way, not quite sure how to go about creating such a vivid image? Gets more natural as the episode goes on

• The way Sherlock stops playing the violin so abruptly when John and Mary are arguing: HE'S SUCH A SWEETIE JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T TAKE IT

• "Needs must where the devil drives, Watson"

• "Votes for Women!" "For or against?" "GET OUT." SUCH A QUEEEEEEEN

• "What friend?" "ENGLAND." "....Well that's not very specific" XD

• "Stranger things have happened." "*sigh* Such as?" ".....stranger.... things..?"

• Molly Hooper getting ahead in life YES

• Sherlock being so unaware of how he acts

• *clicks* "COULD IT BE TWINS" (p1)

• "A secret twin?" (p2)

• "IT's nEvER tWiNS"

• "Now that's daddy's gone": OI OI SHERLOCK YOU KINKY LITTLE SHIT

• Sherlock panic-cramming about the Obliquity of the Ecliptic because he wants to impress Mycroft is such a mood

• "Didn't Doctor Watson move out a few months ago"......"That chair is definitely empty" "*sadness* It is isn't it?": SHERLOCK WHYYYYYYY HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT

• "I shall have a word with my wife to have a word with you": why do I get a feeling that Mary will just high five the servant girl like "Yas queen"

• "We are on our way to see someone cleverer than you" "Shut up"

• THE WHOLE SIGNING SCENE OMG

• THE ELBOW IN THE SIDE XD

• "I am glad you liked my potato" XD

• "Sorry wot" *thumbs up*

• FATCROFT

• Pretty sure this is what Sherlock wants to be able to do with Mycroft in real life: so much banter but he's still such a bitch XD

• *on the enemies": "socialists?" "Anarchists?" "The French?" "Suffragists?" "The Scots?" "Ooo, sounds Serbian"

• Mycroft: "Are there any large body of people you aren't concerned about?"

Watson: NEVER

• I swear to God Watson is all of Holmes' self control XD

• I would have hated being a woman in 1895: imagine wearing a full fucking dress at breakfast!?!?!?!?!?

• I mean talk about low budget creepy horror movie vibes with Lady Carmichael's narrative lol

• Pretty sure the Bride when she's moving is an old Weeping Angel prop from Doctor Who XD

• "Should probably-" "DEFINITELY" "Definitely avoid that"

• Mary being a double agent for Mycroft

• The comments on the train about Watson convincing the world: SHERLOCK WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR SELF ESTEEM

• "There are no ghosts in this world: save the one we make for ourselves"

• SHERLOCK STANDING UP FOR LADY CARMICHAEL YAAAAS

• I'm sorry but Sherlock stop giving shade to the man whose life you were supposed to be saving XD

• IN THE GLASS GREENHOUSE OMG THE TAAAAAAAAALK

• "Have patience, Watson": HAH SAYS YOU SHERLOCK

• Sherlock basically saying "dude you're the one who knows about girls I'm gay as fuck"

• HANG ON the fact that he uses the modern picture of Irene Adler???? Sherlock your mind palace is starting to slip again.

• "You waited until I was asleep and looked at it" ".....I did" WATSON YOU LITTLE SNEAK

• "Under no competition whatsoever": OH SHERL YOUR SELF ESTEEM DUDE

• I love Sherlock's two sides represented by Holmes and Watson arguing with each other. Like it's the perfect representation of the conflict Sherlock must go through with his emotions

• "I made me.... Redbeard?" OH GOD HE'S REMEMBERING IT SOMEONE SEND HELP

• AND THE FACT HE DISTRACTS HIMSELF BY MAKING THE GHOST APPEAR

• Lady Carmichael totally represents Sherlock's guilt. Nobody can convince me otherwise. "You promised to keep him safe, you promised...." why can I see him saying that to himself after everything that happened with Mary? Like he promised himself that he'd keep John safe, and that's why he jumped and ran off for two years, and then he completely overlooks the fact John's wife was an assassin and then she shot him and everything and Sherlock felt guilty

• And he blames HIMSELF (note how Holmes and Watson represent Sherlock's two sides) for Sir Eustace's death: could Sir Eustace represent someone else?? Another murder or situation perhaps??

• OMG MORIARTY'S NOOOOOOOOTE: Sherlock is so shooketh when he sees that

• AND it's after that that the cracks start to appear. Modern phrases, the "hhhhhow", reminded himself of the list: he managed to shake himself up so much with just the MEMORY of Moriarty that he begins to lose his already tenuous grip on the reality he's created for himself

• "Pure reason topped by sheer melodrama, your life in a nutshell": SO TRUE

• OMG HE REMINDS HIMSELF OF THE LIST HE'S SO PRECIOUS

• "I haven't finished yet": SHERLOCK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

• With the reporters: "why do you make them tea?" "I don't know. I just sort of do": LINK to 'The Sign of Three' and the morning tea

• "....The devil. I wouldn't be surprised, we get all sorts round here"

• OKAY GUYS MORIARTY'S HERE EVERYONE STAY CALM

• The dressing gown comment XD

• Andrew Scott is such a fucking queen and he makes such a creepy Moriarty and I FUCKING LOVE IT

• I love how creepy Moriarty is in Sherlock's mind palace. Like this is Sherlock's true perception of Moriarty as an enemy

• "We don't needs toys to kill each other where's the intimacy in that" OI OI BOYS

• THE SHAAAAAAAKING

• Can we just talk about how beautifully the transitions are? Like how they show the turbulence and Sherlock's own mind trying to drag him out of his mind palace but Sherlock stubbornly holds on because he needs to know

• HE JUST WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED I FEEL SO SORRY FOR HIM SUCH A SWEETIE

• THE CRAAAAAaaaater talk about the CGI

• "Maybe I could backcomb": DUDE THE BACK OF YOUR FUCKING HEAD WAS BLOWN OFF

• "It's not the fall that kills you Sherlock. It's not the fall, never the fall. It's the landing!"

• BOOM BACK TO MODERN DAY

• EYY CURLY HAIR IS BACK

• The fact that Mycroft knows immediately what's going on: it's so sad but it's so poignant that he's clearly been through this before

• HE WAS READING JOHN'S BLOG. JOHNLOCK FOREVER

• "Did you make a list?"

• And the fact he tries to avoid it but he knows he can't: JOHN'S FACE WHEN HE READS THE LIST. What was on that thing???

• REQUEST FOR SEASON 5: what the fuck was "that day"? The fact there's a whole agreement?? I WANNA KNOW

• "I'm not an addict, I'm a user. I allievate boredom and occasionally heighten my thought processes"

• SHERLOCK AND MYCROFT ARE SO SARCY WITH EACH OTHER: "listen to me" "nope. It only encourages you"

• OH GOD NO NOW THERE'S BROTHERY FEELS MYC STOP

• "I should have realised. "Realised what?" "That for you solitary confinement is locking you up with your own worst enemy" JESUS THE FEELS

• Then straight back to Victorian. THE TRANSITIONS ARE SO SEAMLESS AND BEAUTIFUL

• The fact he reminds himself in his mind palace that he's an addict. Literally two minutes ago he was saying he wasn't an addict. SUCH LIIIIIEEEEEEES

• And he tells himself off so much and I love him but he just needs such a hug

• "For Mary always. Never that": the fact he's so willing to do anything for Mary just because John loves her, regardless of what Sherlock feels towards her. IF THAT ISN'T TRUE LOVE I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS

• "You're Sherlock Holmes wear the damn hat"

• "Sherlock, tell me where my bloody wife is you pompous prick or I'll punch your lights out!": AGAIN showing the fragility of his mind palace

• "No not him, the clever one": AWWW HE REALLY DOES LOVE MYC

• "I was talking to Mary": NO YOU WEREN'T WATSON SHUT UP

• "Die to prove a point?": *ahem* Moriarty *ahem*

• OOO THE REVELATION OF HOOPER

• I feel so sorry for all of the women and how they've been marginalised

• OH HEY JANINE WHY ARE YOU HERE

• I mean I love what these women are doing but c'mon, killing them? Really? I totally agree cos they're bloody brutes but you could've tried not to break the law

• HE'S SO CONFIDENT GODDAMN BUT HE'S SO WRONG

• Moriarty once again reminding him (in a dress this time) that it's in his heaaaaaad

• "Speaking as a criminal mastermind we don't really have gongs"

• HEYYYY WE'RE BACK TO MODERN AGAIN

• I have a feeling that despite being completely under, Sherlock refused to let anyone but John touch him which was why John was checking him out despite the GMC discouraging doctors treating their friends/family

• He's talking so fast he's definitely still high

• "NO everyone always lets you do whatever you want, that's how you got in this state" damn that got hella real hella quick

• "He's right, you know." "So what if he's right, he's always right!" SHERLOCK YOUR LOVE FOR JOHN IS SHOWING

• *Mycroft standing with a torch watching them work hard" "I'm HELPING"

• The look Mycroft and Lestrade share: like "wtf have we gotten ourselves into" MYSTRADE

• "Still not awake, am I?" HE KNOWS YOU SEE

• We're at reichenbach: Sherlock's worst nightmare basically

• Moriarty even describes himself as a "virus" in a hard drive: Sherlock right there is admitting that Moriarty IS his weakness, that Moriarty stops him from being able to function at full capacity

• And then the fight: the fact Sherlock is losing so miserably

• "At the end it's always just you and me"

• WATSON YES THIS WAS WHEN YOU NEEDED TO ROCK UP

• "Pretty damn smart" AWWWW SHERL

• "Ugh why don't you two just elope already": I'm sorry but Moriarty is basically the fandom here XD

• "Actually, would you mind" "not at all" *dies from fangirl*

• "It was my turn": John just wanted to push Moriarty off of something XD

• John watching Sherlock jump off: "DO A FLIP!"

• "You probably just ODed?" "NO TIME"

• SHERLOCK HE CARES ABOUT YOU STOP BEING A BITCH

• "Look after him... please?": You see, Mycroft KNOWS. Up until 4-5 years ago, that was Mycroft's job, and you can just tell that he's not used to not being there. He's been caring for Sherlock for all of those years and he pretends to be so distant ("The Ice Man") but Sherlock is his weakness. Sherlock will always be his weakness. He obviously loves him (BROTHERLY WAY) so much and it HURTS how Sherlock just brushes him off

• The last little bit in Victorian London: still Sherlock's mind palace and coming down off the drugs still?? The fact that it's modern London outside of the window suggests that he's still in the mind palace where some of the hallucination (?) he'd been having is still lingering.

#sherlock #abominable bride #sherlocks3 #johnlock #analysis #brain dump #long reads #my feels

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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Fanon characterization of the Calypso twins between me and The Wild West Pyro:

We both have the strong sinking feeling that the twins are slowly going to lose it as the game goes on, so here’s our collaborated analysis of the two:

I’ll be in non-cool text, while The Wild West Pyro will be in italics, for easier distinction between us. [There will be slight edits and changes for cohesion]

“It would be pretty interesting if we found out the Calypsos/the cult started out with 'good intentions'.”

“Hell, you can see the populism kicking in there.What did the writers say? Ah. "Your poor bandits! You're kicked around and nobody likes you, but we can give you a purpose in life! We can make you feel appreciated and loved!" [This is a reference to the Danny Homan interview] Something of that line.”

“oh yeah! the twins are also providing them with food and weaponry. i mean i can see why a bandit desperate for something better would follow them.”

“I'm guessing how this goes: The Twins start off by winning people over by talking about how they want Pandora to be finally at peace after endless war and giving the bandits a new life where they're treated like actual people. Then once they've got enough people, they say that the Raiders have to go, the corporations have to go, with the Vaults seized the universe will see no more war. Actually, I'm predicting rn that they have a very, very cult-like end goal in terms of IRL parallels.What if they choose to "cleanse" the universe with whatever power Tyreen possesses? And once everything standing in their way is gone, they can create this ideal utopian peaceful universe where there's no corporations and no more fighting. Meanwhile the Eridians are panicking because they know it's a doomed plan and the Vaults do not work like that.”

“[this is very much a] large scale Opportunity situation. literally reverse uno card as to what jack was attempting”

“Yep. Paradise for the common man bandit. OTL parallels to what usually sparks communist revolutions or popular revolutions in general. So yeah, Tyreen could very easily justify herself in that she genuinely wants to bring peace to the universe, with all means necessary. Of course, internally, the Twins just want to be gods and play at being them and hold onto their power as absolute rulers presiding over an eternally-grateful populace.”

“definitely sounds like two teenage cult leaders to me ngl. i could see them not being too secure in themselves (behind the vvv confident personas they put on) and constantly second guessing themselves and reassuring that they're doing this for everyone's own good even as things just keep getting worse and worse. could [have] a tie-in to whatever tragic backstory they might have”

“Yep and yep. And there's this internal fear that they don't know what being a god entails, if they'll lose sense of who they are or not... but put that aside. All for the greater good! I'm actually thinking about this. People note that the Twins are basically streamer critiques, which is a yes. But if you want to take them to serious universe-spanning villain territory, I think that they'll absorb the knowledge from Elpis at one point. And they start to become more detached and more frightening, and a lot more eloquent as they really start becoming gods in the BL sense. While still being narcissistic attention whores who actually like killing people off with their powers but pretend to act benevolent. Essentially, you have the Greek Gods except there's two Zeuses, one is a girl and they've both got all of Zeus's worst traits cranked up to eleven.”

“oh god are they gonna dick everything that moves? oh no... cover ava's eyes! joking aside, that sounds accurate. especially given the borderlands universe loves to tie in its greek mythology. also also i am glad someone else agrees the twins are going to elpis. i refuse to believe they'd destroy it/blow it up before going there for the info. that shit is valuable! especially if you want to convince people you're gods?? accurately predicting the future is insanely good for doing that! plus all the other cool shit you can do by knowing exactly what's going to happen.”

“It also makes the Twins much more dangerous if they can see every outcome...unfortunately, Lilith is very good at playing 4D Chess by now.”

“lilith, putting on her sunglasses and cracking her knuckles: it's time to show them what a real military organization can do. ellie is her hype woman with the drink and a towel. also also lilith is probably kicking herself for not being fast enough this time to punch the vault symbol into tyreen's face.”

“Honestly, I'd love Lilith to turn out to be this really crafty, really charismatic guerrilla warfare commander. Like an Innie leader but they're hypercompetent, not a terrorist and also have Keyes's sheer talent for analyzing battles and tactics and adapting accordingly. Lilith sitting up in Sanc-III being BL!Keyes except a lady and specializing in ground warfare would be sick.”

“yes. fucking. please. gearbox please give lily all the character development, your girl deserves it. im glad because it does seem like she's getting there when you crash land on Promethea. and even the way she handles herself on the bridge is very smooth and confident.”

“tfw you can see the future and, yet, the lady you robbed of her siren powers is outsmarting you 24/7, 365 days a year despite you being able to see the future. also you're trying to fight fate and desperate to change reality so that you can't lose like the future said you would. joke's on you, you cannot fight it.”

“There is no changing it. bonus points if ty only saw the very end, so she is utterly clueless on how the middle bits play out. so lilith is kicking her ass across elpis and she's like ‘this is NOT how i saw this going’.”

“I'd seriously imagine that life in BL corporate society really is like life in Rapture or Columbia. The upper class profits immensely and reaps all the best goods, but they refuse to do the dirty work themselves so they rely on this huge workforce who they constantly cheat, lie and exploit. The few achieve huge power and stuff at the expense of the many. Looking at the Twins in the parallels of how revolutions go, they'll basically go from recruiting the bandits to recruiting the huge lower class of every planet. Looking at records from all the planets, we've got people being screwed over again and again, corruption and other nasties. The Twins claim that they want all corporations to go, to bring some form of unified government back to the galaxy. And it works- their army size quadruples overnight and goes from there. By the time we get to Promethea, the COV are already recruiting everyone dissatisfied with corporate life. If they successfully seize control of Maliwan like I predict, they'll be a force to be reckoned with. The Twins will use the masses to achieve some sort of theocratic revolution, [they] claim that it's all for everyone's good. But in reality, they want to be absolute rulers of the universe, gods worshipped and feared by all.”

“Oh yeah, the twins are definitely feeding (maybe literally) off the huge numbers of dissatisfied people across the universe- the mega corporations are evil, no doubt there are millions of people waiting for something better. tbh, if gaige wasn't booted from the main game, I could see a whole side story of her having started a revolution somewhere, and then joining up with the Crimson Raiders once her entire party just up and joined the CoV. And [I would] 100% bet the twins started a campaign against DAHL and Atlas and suddenly nearly every bandit on pandora joined up with them. (also Athena was sitting in a chair clutching at the armrests and janey was like "don't you fuckin dare, hon" and athena is like "but... Atlas...")”

[We talk more about Gaige’s anarchist revolution and trying to topple the mega corporations in a less cult-y fashion here]

“... Bonus points 2: The COV fire up the memories of Jack to rally everyone into opposing Hyperion and suddenly Athena is like "OK I'm not going, mobilize the army." And Janey is like ‘Here we go...’.”

[we joke around a little bit more about Athena and Janey here]

“I can imagine Rhys's internal conflict, knowing that he has to make the galaxy a better place but at the same time, maintain his corporate power and control because without it, he's doomed. Then again, Rhys is no stranger to doing shady stuff. I think a lot of the Twins's evil will be in how they treat their followers.There's all the smooth-talking and promises of the future. And then when you actually get there, you're brainwashed into being another unthinking, 100% loyal attack dog for them. And you follow everything they ask you to do for 100%, even if they use you for power experiments or cannon fodder. And the game will remind us that these people weren't all bandits - over the course of the story, the COV includes people like former corporate execs, entire families, people who were just trying to get by day to day. And now we as Vault Hunters have to kill all these ordinary people to save the universe. Tough choices, eh?“

“Oh geez, you know that's a really fair point. i know borderlands likes to push the 'morally gray' aspect of things, but holy shit that's dark. (not saying i don't love it though, i totally do lol) You’re probably 100% right that rhys is struggling internally. especially after being so closely tied up with hyperion and even fiona and sasha, seeing exactly what hyperion did to people not just on helios but the people trying to live their daily lives and survive on pandora. im sure he has a similar reasoning to himself as the twins: im doing this for the better of the people. i can help so many more people with this money and power. somewhat similar to handsome jack, but hopefully lorelei (if she's not evil) helps ground him and keep him from jumping into the middle-to-deep end.”

“I'm still betting that Rhys will remain on the good side, if a teensy bit unscrupulous. I mean, the whole thing about the Twins is that they're social commentary of livestreamers and influencers and the incredibly toxic influence they can have. There are countless aspects of that to explore. If streamers can mobilize their entire loyal fanbases to bully the crap outta some poor chump or buy things or let their fans believe that they know the streamer 100% as a person and not a persona, the Twins can convince people to go to war.”

“Oooh yeah, it's not hard to imagine they probably don't even need the brainwashing for a majority of their cult, just the select few who are either on the fence or against it, but are [still] 'available'. irl streamers can be seriously fuckin scary, man, im not surprised this is the route gearbox is going for. now, it would be severely fucked up if there was a scene where tyreen demands someone kill themselves on the spot and they do without hesitation. if you watch the moze gameplay there seems to be a hint of something like that going on over the radio/TVs, she mentions something about their sacrifice or something, then you hear a dude screaming/gurgling.”

“Everyone's thinking that Tyreen will be this laughable, entertaining villain. But I'm constantly seeing hints and estimating that she is going to be far, far more scarier than we give her credit for. For one, Jack was a presence largely relegated to audio. We only physically saw him in BL2 twice. The Twins run a cult, which itself is frightening already. And it looks like we'll be seeing them in person very often.”

“Oh yes, tyreen is fucking terrifying. i mean even that she can steal siren powers is already a huge "whoa what the fuck" in my book. that one line at the end of the HBC where she's like "you're my most loyal follower vault thief, you just don't know it yet"? fucking scary, how her voice drops and gets all serious for a split second and then the hologram just cuts out. i was like "wh- wait hang on-???" i definitely think she is putting up a persona and as the game goes on we're slowly going to watch her lose it. troy will probably grow a bit distant from her as well if he doesn't lose it, too. definitely think ty is going to try and kill him once he's of no use to her, because he's just been a pain in her side because she had to keep him alive as the brains of the operation. but once the operation is done... whoops. sorry pal. don't need you anymore. they're the main villains, i can't see her holding the bonds of family in high regard at all. she could totally write off his death as like ‘he sacrificed himself for the Great Vault, now we pray to him every day and sacrifice ourselves in his name’ or smth”

“She puts up this fun-loving persona as a streamer, but she then decides the Vault Hunters get to see her true self. It is not pretty. It makes Jack look like a kitten-cuddling fluffball, that's how bad the real Tyreen is. It makes Piston and Vasquez sound like friendly guys you'd take out for lunch after work. It makes Hector's goals look very reasonable and sane. Also, perhaps she kills him and we never see how she did it, which ups the scare factor. It's like Troy disappeared and we have no idea how she killed him and how long it took for him to die. We just find a lot of irreconcilable proof that Troy is dead now and we don't know how. That is the amount of horror I'm estimating.”

“Oh man I love this. That's so horrible (in a good way), I can 100% see it happening. Jack swore revenge for us killing the person he 'loved'. Tyreen herself kills the person she 'loved' and we start to realize holy shit this is the real deal. She can't even pretend to care like Jack pretended to care (he didn't actually care about Angel as a person, but he did say things to try and make Angel think he did, just putting that out there cuz I don't wanna sound like I support him lol). There's just a complete contrast between her and Jack during the final levels of the game. Jack stops joking around "you feel that, child killer?", he's dead serious and ready to kill vs Tyreen laughing or just being off the rails bubbly for her 'streamer persona' while looking utterly unhinged”

so yeah, the convo teetered off after this a bit, but the general gist is that Tyreen is going to go absolutely off-the-wall by the end of the main story. this is somewhat supported by the Danny Homan interview that states the twins are going to have their relationship warp and twist.Tyreen is going to start going crazy with all the powers she absorbs and realize once the plan is over she won’t need Troy’s expertise anymore, and Troy is going to get sick of being relegated to the side when he’s the one with the master plan. We both have the deep feelings the twins aren’t going to stay as charismatic as they are in the little bit of promo material we’ve gotten of them. which i get, because in a lot of the official trailers, Troy looks pissed. Tyreen is always super smug no matter what shot she’s in, but Troy... he looks very angry in some shots we get. even when Ty is holding his forearm in that one shot, he rips his arm out of her grip. For example: “How many IRL streamer "friends" get into ridiculous drama and feuds with each other? Answer: a lot. Could be mirroring that with the twins. A lot of people are saying that the new villains will never match up to Jack. This is our take, and we're proud of it, and very confident in Gearbox's new writing team. ”

EDIT: some edits made by The Wild West Pyro

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #the calypso twins

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gizkasparadise · 6 years ago

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gendrya?

when I started shipping it if I did: this was my first game of thrones ship! yaaay lol. UM. i think i originally caught GOT when it first started airing? so like, late s1 or early s2. then i quit watching until s8 came out and somewhere in the middle someone told me to read no featherbed for me (@starforged, maybe?) and i did and i was like OH I LIKE THIS. so i lowkey read some more fic and then i found out gendry came back and was going to be in winterfell same time as arya so i was all WOW LETS WATCH SEASON 8 AND I BET IT’S GOING TO BE AWESOME--my thoughts: i love them. they’re on my shortlist of actual otpsWhat makes me happy about them: they have such a good balance of similar and balancing traits. im a sucker for the generation-xerox-but-done-right bend they have too re: robert/lyanna. i want them to grow up and run a social anarchist collective What makes me sad about them: 8x4 -> 8x6? i dont know herthings done in fanfic that annoys me: in modern aus, im always a little 8( @ gendry being best friends with arya’s brothers but not arya. to me, a big part of what i like about them is that they’re each other’s person regardless of romance (lol take note last half of s8 look im still upset), and also gendry, like, hates interacting with 98% of the population. im also not on board with arya being vehemently anti-dress, anti-marriage, anti-femininity, etc. i never got that vibe from her? im :/ in fic where she’s a grown ass adult and throwing tantrums over having to wear dresses to Formal Events like.......i’ve definitely dropped fic due to there being way too much internalized misogyny that i just dont think arya hasthings I look for in fanfic: happy endings lol! generally, i like modern aus (im legit an absolute goblin for a good coffee shop au dont @ me) or canon-divergent aus. im here for stubborn but awkward and maybe jealous gendry.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: in canon? no one lmao. gendrya ride or die. i like arya/aegon “young griff” in fic.My happily ever after for them: in the books, that social anarchist collective can still happen, okay? in the show, arya’s ship alleyoops around the globe and ends up in gendry’s new sweet backyard, where he gives her immediate and constant shit over not knowing the world was a circle (Dadvos taught him about sailing in the gap year, you see)who is the big spoon/little spoon: gendry’s the big spoonwhat is their favorite non-sexual activity: sticking it to the man. also being lowkey humanitarians

#asks!#meme #fanfic #Anonymous

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momestuck · 6 years ago

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Let’s read Hiveswap Friendsim... volume 17!

The penultimate volume. Let’s sacrifice a few more timelines to the great tapestry of fate that we’re weaving. Or more likely, Doc Scratch is weaving.

This time, “Of Teen and Tech, Acerbic”.

One more jade, and one more indigo. I think at this point we have a pretty even spread across the non-Sea Troll blood colours.

Daraya

I thought there was a TV show of this name, but apparently it’s ‘Daria’. This troll and that Daria seem to have a similar attitude, judging by the image. As for ‘Daraya’, it refers to a handful of places, notably Darayya in Syria, which was apparently the site of a massacre seven years ago during the civil war. Oof.

Daraya is the final troll written by Cee. L. Kyle, creator of prior memorable trolls Bronya, Zebruh, Remele and Lynera. I guess Cee likes writing jades.

Anyway, Daraya’s route begins as a few have in recent episodes - the protag feeling lethargic and listless, too tired to make friends.

We end up in a cerulean neighbourhood. There are some pointed lines...

When this game wants to, it really skewers its targets.

Anyway, the music kicks in as we realise Elwurd (the huge lesbian) texted us to invite us to a party. A bunch of other trolls seem to be showing up as well...

The track this time is called “trollkind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. to obtain something, something of equal value must be lost. that is alchemys first law of equivalent exchange. in those days, we really believed that to be the worlds one and only truth”. No prizes for guessing who decided to name a song after an extended quote from Fullmetal Alchemist.

There’s some more emphasis on how artificial our friendship feelings are...

Anyway, as we approach the party, we spot Daraya, busy looking very goffick.

She’s not thrilled to see us. Of course we’d be friends with Elwurd, she says grumpily.

Now in Befriend Mode, we do our best to mimic her whole ‘disaffected slouch’. Apparently being vaguely cynical and depressed is pleasing to Daraya. She seems to like Elwurd though...

Lesbians, I swear...

I swear...

Anyway, we learn that Daraya has snuck out of the caverns - though she’s not as restricted as little Wanshi. She whines about Bronya’s ‘cloister rules’. But hey, she met Elwurd through Bronya...

We blather about how the caves aren’t so bad, and namedrop some other jades we know. Daraya is not impressed.

Anyway, she’s not invited. So our first choice is to tell her to go home or invite her in.

Let’s let her in, because the other way doesn’t seem to go anywhere interesting.

Bronya isn’t the only troll we know at this party. Chahut apparently hasn’t yet shipped out off planet, and she shows up too.

Chahut makes some remarks about how fascinating she finds jadebloods... or ‘greenies’ as she puts it. She makes a murder joke about whether Daraya is really jade or not.

Yes, that’s exactly how I’d put it. Definitely.

After that brief brush with death, Daraya gets other ideas.

Mmhmm. As we head off, Daraya suggests we have a reputation for being ‘unconventional, weird and rebellious’. That’s certainly one way to describe ‘being a clueless alien pathologically addicted to making friends’.

Ahahaha nicely done.

Unfortunately we don’t have a lot of edgy rebellious ideas tonight.

I’m in favour of being a hoodlum.

Lots of new backgrounds in this episode. Somewhat different style too...

Apparently these are by Phil Gibson.

We ask Daraya how she’s doing. Her answer: not well.

Daraya says some dangerously radical stuff about how everything sucks for everyone but the highbloods... and maybe them too. We get a callback to the joke from last time...

Ha.

The narrator refuses to comment on that. That’s a good call, I think.

Daraya continues to complain. As a jadeblood, she’s not going to have to go into space, but life in the caverns tending to matters of social reproduction. We commiserate, which she appreciates.

We raise an eyebrow at the mention of Lynera. Danara assures us that she hates her - and not in a romantic way! (“or well...”)

At that point, we run into Tyzias. Just the person to take Daraya’s alienation and dissatisfaction and forge it into a revolutionary will, right?

Luckily, protag has the same idea. Which is no doubt why Tyzias was written into the plot at this point.

The well known “goth to anarchist” pipeline, right?

There’s a brief allusion to the weird shift that happened with Fozzer - a vague memory of a different Fozzer. “But why did you remember that guy?” indeed.

Tyzias tries to give a Daraya a little pep talk against hopelessness... Daraya is not particularly persuaded.

God I know that utterly depressing feel. What can one troll do, indeed?

Tyzias answers it the challenge.

She’s not wrong.

Daraya is not exactly being won over, but the protag does manage to get her to chill a bit and keep the conversation going. Tyzias has more real shit to say.

Daraya challenges her - is it just about making herself feel better, if there’s no realistic hope of real change? Tyzias says... in some way, it is. And the protag chimes in - that doesn’t make it less effective, at whatever little it is achieving.

At the end of this, I’m gonna try and make a list like... troll I would most want to be friends with in real life, and least, favourite route and so on. Spoilers: Tyzias would be the friend I’d want to make.

Tyzias points out like... what the hell else are they gonna do? Daraya finally admits she’s got a point.

And... having secured a friendship between not just us and Daraya, but us and Tyzias... we reach the end of the arc.

Let’s go fuck shit up. By which we mean, read law books. I guess!

That was nice. I fully support this lesbian goth and her budding revolutionary consciousness.

God I’m predictable.

Unfortunately, finding the friendship route here means it’s all downhill from here.

If we tell her to go home instead of bringing her to the party...

strut pod encasements!

That was predictably short.

OK, now for the non-phoned in side branch.

She does have an idea, it turns out. We hop into our (now quite low on fuel) car, and head off to a ruined city somewhere near the thriving one we’re living in.

Ooh. I wonder what we’ll find?

We make our way to an abandoned mall to go urbexing. Fuck, I love reading about urbex. Too much of a shut-in to have ever actually tried it.

We end up in a food court with the roof caved in. It’s apparently cool as hell. Alas, it’s not illustrated.

I’m not sure which rebellion this would be associated with. That of the Signless, or some other?

Ah, that narrows it down. The Signless rebellion, then. In which case... Alternian malls are really built to last!

We comment on the strangeness of the absence of adults, but this upsets Daraya.

Apparently, as an adult, she’ll be cloistered off on her own somewhere, and forbidden to contribute genes to the slurry. Huh.

To be honest, it’s a wonder that most other trolls are so cheery. Daraya’s attitude seems like the sensible one on this planet.

Daraya says some real shit about the existential dread she’s living with, the paralysing hopelessness of having no future to speak of.

Hey Daraya, do you fancy this copy of Baedan I happen to have on hand?

make total destroy etc. etc.

Anyway, at this point... Daraya somehow manages to set the mall on fire by throwing a mall at a cooker.

And... the narrator has no choice but to leave, as Daraya lets herself burn in the centre of the mall, one of the few places she cared about.

God, this episode was a bit real lol.

It’s not wrong though. Leftist theory certainly hasn’t cured my depression (lol), but it has given me some perspective to put it in a context where it can be managed, I guess. Something to work towards, no matter how futile it may be, in this fucking hell world that created me.

In the words of 2B... “Everything that lives is designed to end. We are perpetually trapped in a never-ending cycle of life and death. Is this a curse? Some kind of punishment? I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if I will ever get the chance to kill him.”

Let’s look to the struggle within the cycle. What else is there?

Nihkee

So now for...

Nihkee. She stronk. Keep your pants on, lesbians.

Nihkee is the creation of David Turbull, who previously made Tegiri (weeb) and Tirona (baby lawyer). Her theme, appropriately bombastic, is another James Roach piece with a long name: “lmao i still dont know if it’s nicky or nike (like the shoe, not like... the name mike)”. Make of that what you will.

This episode opens in media res - at a sporting arena. How did we get here?

We seem to be watching some kind of cage fight. Knowing trolls, I imagine it will be a lethal one.

Apparently we’re attending to Amisia. She bemoans the ‘boorishness’ of the purplebloods.

This seems to be the troll equivalent of pro-wrestling, rather than, say, MMA. However, injuries are a lot more common. We learn that Amisia won us tickets in a raffle, and invited us to this ‘Display of Muscular Theatre’.

We are watching The Huntress (olive) fight Cullpitz (purple). The narration mentions that Cullpitz is bizarrely un-clowny.

The fights are, naturally, rigged by hemospectrum. The narration notes that The Huntress seems to be deliberately holding back to avoid inciting the crowd. Amisia, however, is excited for the next competitor: Nihkee Moolah of course, who - Amisia claims - has never lost a fight.

Cullpitz wins the fight, and causes The Huntress a likely permanent injury. The protag feels sick enough to have to step away. But as we leave, we get drawn into a conversation with a violetblood (seadweller). He promises money (nah), fame (no thank you) and at last, friendship. And the deal is sealed.

Unfortunately, Nihkee’s opponent is dead. Which means... he wants us to take their place. Having an alien will make big money for the ring.

Let me guess: the choice is gonna be to refuse this terrible plan or go with it.

Maybe, but not yet...

We meet Nihkee, in the middle of working out. Some of these trolls are dressed more for MMA than pro-wrestling but who knows.

There’s a meta joke in the narration.

She is not best pleased with the showrunner for interrupting her prep. Though, I get the impression it’s all in the spirit of showtrollship.

Sure are some muscles. I’m not entirely sure what the [()] typing quirk is menat to represent exactly. Probably not a yonic symbol?

It’s worth noting at this point that all of my knowledge of professional wrestling comes from reading the TVTropes pages a couple of times. If you’re curious, it’s an impressively comprehensive discussion of wrestling terminology and the various dynamics involved in its production.

Kayfabe is the way wrestlers pretend in their media appearances that pro-wrestling competitions are not mostly scripted athletic performances with exaggerated personas, but genuine fights between real people who actually act like their stage characters. Now all the fans fully understand that wrestling is fake (but still fun), it’s not taken as seriously, but apparently it was a huge deal back in the 70s. Give the article a read, it’s fascinating.

Nihkee is not particularly impressed by the suggestion of performing with us.

We protest. At length.

We get the first choice: are we ready for a BUTT CLENCHING, FLESH ABRADING, KNUCKLE BLISTERING, MUSCLE RIPPLING, SMACKDOWN FROM UPTOWN?

Of course we fucking are.

She gives us guidelines for the show. Basically: follow her storyline. “The alien invader challenges me in an exhibition match to TOPPLE the MIGHTIARCHY.” We struggle, but eventually...

...PREVAILS AGAIN!

(I guess to convey suitable drama, a lot of Nihkee’s dialogue is split between multiple dialogue boxes, which makes it a little hard to take screenshots.)

We ask if we’ll die. She assures us no - unless we’re especially weak. But even then...

Well, that’s a great reason to die. Sign me up.

Secondly, an “exhibition match” means we will not be challenging each other for positions on the “flexeladder” - otherwise we’d have to wrestle nude, like at the “Intergalactic Trollympics”. I’d count that as a blessing.

We bring up the question of face and heel. You can read about these on tvtropes, but the narrator does a pretty good job of explaining.

In troll society, of course, the traits we’d ascribe to a ‘heel’ are valorised. So we’re just going to get crushed under her heel. Indeed.

Time for the match. The showrunner does the announcement for Nihkee.

In a clear allusion to good old Equius, Nihkee’s entrance is accompanied by a shower of thrown glasses of milk from the fans.

And opposing her whole deal is...

“Some messed up lowblood alien”. Huh, usually when I go into an arena fight in games I’m the “mysterious stranger”. Who could have seen this coming?

Ah, that’s what fate was working towards this whole time! Thanks, Doc Scratch, for your dedication to the cause of wrestling.

So, naturally, we’re playing the foreigner. Here to prove our superiority to trollkind. TVTropes naturally has an article on this: the Foreign Wrestling Heel. We’re going by the book here.

We put up a good bit of bravado. But are we prepared to face, Nihkee demands, her...

OK, you got me. I’m laughing out loud again.

The protagonist puts up a pretty good show, it seems like - barely dodging Nihkee’s attacks in a suitably dramatic fashion. We bleed, but the narration suggests that under the stage lights, the trolls will take it as ordinary ‘rust’ blood and not ‘mutant’ red. We hope.

Nihkee invites us to attack with appropriate pomp. But we...

...don’t do that, not directly. We springboard off the edge of the cage in “a classic clothesline manoeuvre”... and get knocked the fuck out.

But we haven’t reached our second decision point yet, so that can’t be the end of us. Hopefully we gave the trolls what they wanted.

Do we even have a fourth wall anymore?

Anyway, this turns out to be Nihkee’s hive. She is not impressed at our ring performance - getting knocked out by our own attack. Well, that’s fair.

Training montage incoming?

Hell yes. (She calls everyone sister, including the announcer guy, in case you’re wondering if that’s an implicit gendering of the protag.)

She’s brought us to her BRAWNISEUM. As we can see in the illustration... it’s pretty much made for Space Marines to train at.

After her speech about our indomitable will and potential, she invites us to ASCEND with her.

Hell yeah. Let’s [S] ASCEND together!

Of course we fucking take it.

We start with the acid treadmill. (The acid doesn’t seem to be depicted.) She turns it up... a bit fast.

We manage to run at 12 miles per hour - which is about bronze level good. Apparently all the machines rate us by blood colour. While the low end of the hemospectrum gets the badass psychic powers, the high end gets the physical strength, it seems. There’s more jokes about how great our legs are - they merit a cerulean!

All the while, Nihkee ‘encourages’ us in a way that’s gendered in the opposite way that things usually are on Earth.

After half an hour of that, she gives us a protein shake... except it’s not a protein shake but ‘gatorade mixed with milk’. Amazing.

Then we get tested for ‘pressure resistance’ in a soft iron maiden. Apparently that’s olive level.

The overall verdict?

Hooray.

We do more of this - including getting chased by a literal toothy monster. By the time we finally collapse...

She’s impressed by our commitment - our “strength of heart and soul”. And our great appreciation for the MOST RIGHTEOUS OF PURSUITS... earns us the recognition of “workout friend”.

And that rounds out the arc. Presumably after some more of this, the narrator will be due for a return to the ring.

Go us!

Easy arc to find the right answers in, evidently. Now to see what happens if we hesitate.

First of all, before the match...

We can’t watch as she pulls out lowblood challengers from the audience and smashes their faces into the spikes. Oh, trolls. We get treated to an image of this, too.

Mmm, indeed.

Now, if we hesitate later before the workout session...

She dismisses us - unworthy of her gifts, unwilling to reach our full potential.

She tells us to get out of her sight. The narration steps in to make another meta joke (that’s like three this arc?)

We get a fake out fade to black and the first note of the end card music... but then!

...GET RIIII(...)IIIPPPPPED! In our own way.

D --> Hmm, 100k at this e%tremely subtle reference.

Anyway, that someone turns out to be... Stelsa! And Tyzias, who happens to be present. There’s a brief discussion of a fast food service called ‘door smash’, and Stelsa’s love of scheduling. They’re cute together.

But let’s get down to business... to defeat...

...our own flimsiness.

Stelsa’s into it.

Then we hang with her and Tyzias for a bit. We suggest Tyzias might consider energy drinks.

This arc then extends over... a long time!

Multiple weeks! And the training seems to be going well...

It’s almost as if ‘drill sergeant’ isn��t the ideal demeanour for a coach after all.

But as we go to show off our progress to Nihkee, the question of this being a non-canon branch leads us to hesitate.

So we decide to ‘blitz our chakras’ to try and work this out. We put on some ocean noises (which leads to a change in the soundtrack! soft music starts playing, seguing into the menu music) and... start imagining some metaphors.

In our reverie, we slip beneath the surface of the river.

Things get kind of meta. I’m just gonna take a bunch of screenshots because this seems... important.

The images of failed branches, all these catastrophes, blur together on top of each other.

We are implored to ‘find our river’. And we find the two branches of the current route... one sounding much more inviting than the other.

Then things get REALLY meta.

And then we get the rest of the arc in some kind of summary form, all in this... letterboxed? That’s not the right word, but whatever... all in this view. Nihkee is not pleased to see us. We come up with the idea of sneaking in.

It does not seem to end well.

She chases us on one leg and we escape by getting her run over by a train. But she becomes a cyborg coming to chase us down, terminator-like. Yeah, seriously.

NIHKEEBORG spends a year hunting us across the wilderness. And eventually... she catches us. We die.

And coming out of the meditation, we decide... not to do that. We just go to Stelsa’s house instead, and let Nihkee be.

Oof.

God, you never know what you’re going to stumble onto in this game. That was amazing.

Next time: FINAL CHAPTER.

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