#the only reason i would purposefully get rid of it was if i ripped it or some thing which is possible but i feel like i’d remember

[haroldtea]

i seem to have lost (or maybe accidentally gotten rid of??) my WWAT shirt from 2014 :(

[mrsshabana]

Kaigaku X Female!Reader

♥ CW: 18+ content, MDNI, smut, creampie, dubcon, rough sex, degrading

♥ AN: This is my first time writing for Kaigaku! There needs to be more content out there for him, so I wrote this for my friend @siyotani! I hope you enjoy it! (*^▽^*)

♥ WC: 1,011

The only reason you decided to go to Gyutaro’s house party in the first place was because you knew Kaigaku would be there. You aren’t much of a party person, but Kaigaku is worth it. Not only have you had a crush on him for the past few months, but you get the biggest high out of teasing him.

Purposefully wearing push-up bras and bending over in front of him, just to see his flustered expression. The anger and frustration building within him because he can’t do a damn thing about it because the two of you are never alone.

That is until tonight. When he followed you to the restroom. Slamming the door behind you as he pushes you against it. Covering your mouth with his right hand and locking the door with his left.

“You think this shit is funny don't you?” he spits as he starts unbuckling his belt, “Teasing me all the goddamn time?”

He smirks, “It ain’t so funny now is it?” he pulls out his hard cock, slapping it against your thigh, “You’re about to get what you deserve.”

“Fucking slut,” he mutters under his breath as he uses his knee to part your legs.

You try to speak, but all that comes out is pathetic whimpers, muffled by his hand over your mouth. This isn’t how you expected things to go. You had barely even interacted with him tonight. But just the sight of you in that short skirt was enough to push him over the edge. Enough to remind him of the countless times you’ve given him blue balls and forced him to fuck his fist in the bathroom just to get rid of that annoying hard-on. Only for it to come back the moment he saw your face again.

Nothing has ever infuriated Kaigaku as much as you have. And when he saw you go to the bathroom by yourself, he didn’t think twice before following you.

He removes his right hand from your mouth, giving you the chance to speak, “Kaigaku plea-” you’re cut off by him shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, the only noise I want to hear from you is you begging for my cock. You hear me?” he growls, looking at you expectantly.

When you don’t respond he slaps your cheek, “You hear me?” he repeats.

“Mm hm!” You nod and your eyes start to tear up.

With his other hand, he loops his fingers into your panties and forcefully pulls, ripping them off and sliding his fingers along your folds. 

His expression changes and his mouth gapes open when he feels how wet you already are.

“Y-you’re wet… so you like this huh?” he smirks, “I knew you were nothing but a whore.”

He wraps his left hand around your thigh, pulling it up and around his waist. Pumping his cock a few times before pushing it into you with a single harsh thrust.

“Ngh!” You whine around his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as he gives you no time to adjust to him. His cock is larger than you had expected, it fills you to the brim as he sets an aggressive pace. Fucking you ruthlessly.

“F-fuuuuck,” he groans, “Who would’ve guessed you’d be so damn tight.”

Drool rolls down your chin when he removes his fingers from your mouth so he can lift up your shirt. His eyes stay fixated on your tits, watching them in awe as they bounce from his thrusts.

“K-kai…” you moan.

He smirks and pushes his body further against yours, pressing your back firmly against the door.

“Shh, I know it feels good,” he hisses, “gonna make this pretty little pussy cum all over my cock.”

He firmly grasps the back of your thighs with his hands and lifts you up, holding you firmly as his cock continues to slide in and out of your gummy walls. His leaking tip repeatedly hitting your cervix with every thrust.

It’s getting harder and harder to stifle your moans. So you hold onto him and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

He grabs your hair and pulls it back, “I didn’t say you could hide your face from me. I like the way your face looks when I fuck you,” he emphasizes his words with a brutal thrust.

“Ah! K-kai! I’m gonna - I’m gonna,” you scream, unable to form a sentence.

“Fuck,” he grunts, picking up his pace and moving his fingers to rub circles into your clit, “Cum for me, doll. Cum for me and maybe I’ll reward you by giving you all my cum~”

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your legs start to shake, it’s all too much. His cock ruthlessly bullying your pussy and his fingers rubbing your clit, it’s too much for you to handle and you feel your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave.

“Ah-ah! Kaigaku!”

Your walls convulse and tighten around him, forcing his cock to start spewing rope after rope of hot sticky cum into your womb.

He crashes his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. He bites your bottom lip until it bleeds as his orgasm fades.

His dick twitches a few more times before he pulls away from you, abruptly letting go of your thighs. You hit the ground with a thud.

“Fuck Y/N… you did good,” he looks down at you as he zips up his pants, “Might have to use you again sometime soon.”

He leans down and moves a strand of hair out of your face, “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind right?” 

“O-of course… anything for you Kai…” you mutter from your spot on the floor.

“Good girl,” he stands back up and carelessly tosses you a hand towel, “Now clean yourself up before anyone sees what a whore you’ve been.”

He looks back at you one last time, with a sick grin on his face, and leaves.

Leaving you a disheveled mess. Sitting on the cold bathroom tile as his seed seeps out of your used pussy.

[jasontoddiefor]

A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.

[shini--chan]

Cheated on! Fem reader x 2p allies?

Hello there!

Here I am, after having been on a semi-hiatus for so long. Maybe you can see this as something of a late Christmas present.

As usual, I’ll be taking this from various angles. Warning for various toxic behaviour such as verbal, physical and emotional abuse.

Yandere 2p! Allies – Adultery

America

Allen drummed his fingers against the kitchen table, a loud knock being emitted every time his index finger tapped down. Metal against cheap plywood – it would you give a tiny flinch every time. No wonder, when there were bruises down your back and a semi-permeant ringing in your ears.

“Why are you not crying and screaming. Aren’t women usual in hysterics when their soulmate cheats on them?”, he asked brashly. His voice was slightly raspy from smoking before dinner, and from adding a bit too much tabasco sauce to his food. Small indications of his frustration, because you weren’t reacting the way he desired.

Upon his words, you stopped your scrubbing, one pot in your hand as you gently turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder. Your voice was even, more even and steadier and louder than it had been in months, when you spoke:

“I don’t see any reason to. Didn’t you tell me time and time again that you can do whatever you want?”

Something about your tone made his blood boil. In this case, he would have accepted anything other than this – he would have accepted you crying your eyes out in the bathroom, he would have accepted you flinging plates at his and screaming, he would have even accepted you threatening to commit suicide. Just anything to show that there was a sliver of immortal love under your frigid façade.

Allen would purposefully cheat on you in order to try to evoke emotions from you. All the while, while you would go with him, you would be reserved and frigid. Any gestures of affection would be wooded and scripted, born out of fear rather than love.

So in order to prove to himself that he is not a demon, that you have love for him somewhere deep in your soul and that you only need to have it coaxed out of you. For him, it would the ultimate proof that you are actually meant to be, and that you would have recognised that truth as well.

So when you would be relieved that he had found somebody else to sate his sexual desires, he would be enraged.

Canada

Another tissue landed beside the rubbish bin. By now, there was a whole collection of them littered around the bin, and many more in it. When this had all started, he had absentmindedly made a sport of throwing your used and crumpled tissues into the waste.

While he had had pity with you in the beginning, he was growing increasingly bored and irritated at this pity party that you were having.

Another sob escaped your shaking body, and you drew your knees closer to you. In a case of well-played mock sympathy, he rubbed your back. Out of your sight he grimaced – his hand was slowly starting to cramp.

“Why did he do that to me?”, you let out another pathetic wail, pressing your palm to your eyes if is that would seal the well. It never did and tear kept streaming down your face. Suppressing a sigh, James ripped a tissue from the box beside him and gave it to you, which you received with shaking hands.

“Because he is a complete SOB. He constantly thinks with his dick and can’t appreciate inner beauty. All he is after is the thrill”, he explained once again. While he meant those words through and through, he had to pull himself together in order not to grimace.

In a way, this was perfect: You dear partner had cheated on you, this you catching him red-handed. It meant that he didn’t have to cook up some insidious plan where that wimpy little boy was “eaten by wild animals”. Yet, at the same time, while he was growing closer to you, he was still far away from his goal. Because to you, he was only ever that friend that you called to whine and gossip about your romantic life.

To Canada, this couldn’t have better timing. Just when he was scheming to get rid of the dude, said scum of the earth gave you ample reason to end the relationship. So James would be at your side in a show of solidarity, wiping away your tears and telling you that you deserved far better. He would also use the opportunity to drive a wedge between you and your lover, siting that you can’t trust cheater and generally ensuring that there would be no chance to make amends.

He would present himself as a suitable alternative, practically giving himself to you on a silver platter. If you would decide to initiate anything, he wouldn’t let you back down. Every person has their limits and you this all your inability to make concrete choices would tear at his nerves. Ultimately, if you would choice him and choice him fast then you would kidnap you.

China

A loud groan sounded behind you and you turned your head ever so slightly to the side. Zao was standing in the doorway to the living room, his eyes bloodshot and with dark circles around them. That stood in contrast to the page uniform he was wearing, courtesy of the “respectable establishment” he worked for. As per usual, the blue material was pressed, ironed and starched and the brass buttons shone in the dim light.

Time and time again you could only find the man that was keeping you under his thumb a perplexing paradox.

He glanced at the flickering TV, where the characters of another shallow film were spewing cringe-worthy dialogue. Screwing his eyes shut, he whined: “Please turn of that stupid thing!”

You didn’t need any explanation as to why – he was hungover, if that word could be used in relation to hard drugs, and the light evoked a skull-splitting headache in him. As for your motivations for complying to him – Zao wasn’t be taken light when he was in one of his moods. You had learned that the hard way.

One press of the button and the living room was dark, save for the orange glow of the street lamps directly outside of the window. There was shuffling behind you, and then a creak of old iron springs as he settled down on the couch beside you. You flinched when he laid his head on your lap, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“You weren’t so jumpy last night”, he remarked drowsily. In the dim twilight you could see that he had covered his eyes with his hand. At his words you frowned, he hadn’t been at home last night, not an unusual occurrence.

“You weren’t home last night”, you remarked. While Zao normally preferred riddles and witticisms, he couldn’t bear them after one of his trips. The hand flew from his face, and he inspected you with narrowed eyes.

“Of course we weren’t. I took you to a fancy hotel and we fucked until you were screaming with pleasure”, he crassly injected.

Your eyes widened at the implications those two sentences carried – you hadn’t left this apartment for over a week, all thanks to him. In the face of what had happened, of the “mistake” that he had made (a boon in your eyes), you couldn’t help but laugh.

On Zao’s part, it would truly be an accident. At first, it would be relieving to you that he hadn’t copulated with you. The whole incident would make him regretful and full of shame – you could use that against him as emotional blackmail, egging him to listen to you and do things your way. Of course, it would all backfire on you and cause him to try to overcompensate, sometimes in really … disgusting ways.

England

“You slept with another woman”, you remarked quaintly, as if you were talking about the weather. Oliver knew you to well at this point to fall for it. Over time, you had developed the skill of masking your true intentions. Compared to Oliver, you didn’t do it very well, so he knew that you were merely building up to something and that you weren’t upset.

“Yes, indeed. Why do you ask?”, he simply answered and then went back to idly chewing on his liquorice. It wasn’t like he felt any shame for what he had done. He had his reasons, his justifications and urges which he would gladly explain to you if you wished.

What didn’t sit well with him was how calmly you were handling the whole matter. You were ought to be as madly and wholly in love with him as he was with you, and therefore screaming and crying and plotting murder upon the confirmation of his infidelity. You weren’t and that caused a spark of anger to flare up in him.

You reclined further into the wicker chair you were seated in, the sun dappling across your pale skin. You had become pale after spending so long in the cellar after your initial kidnapping. Even after weeks of “freedom” you hadn’t completely recovered – your cheekbones stood out and you couldn’t eat a lot without throwing up and you preferred the hard floor over the cushy bed.

“I find it simply ironic – you claim to be so, so in love with me that you have to lock me away. That you have to keep me isolated and miserable. But then you go out and make love to somebody else. It makes me think that you have lied to me, Oliver. How much more have you lied to me?”, you taunted, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

It caused him to shoot to his feet, his sweet clutched firmly in his hand. He gave you a smile that was too much teeth – teeth that were stained black – and that didn’t reach his eyes. Now he knew exactly in which direction this was all heading and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Says the one that has no devotion. How can you speak of such things when you don’t even have loyalty to begin with. Oh no, my dear. You are the hypocrite here and therefore you have no right to regard me as morally inferior!”

Oliver wouldn’t be ashamed of having an affair – in his mind, there would be a huge difference between rutting like rabbits and genuine love-making. Whether you would like it or not, he would launch into a lengthy lecture on the differences would the need or even just the opportunity arise.

Nevertheless, there would still be a hint of guilt buried deep inside of him. Should you taunt him and accuse him of lying to him, then he would immediately become very defensive. He’d start with threats and mockery and verbal abuse, yet if you would be persistent enough, then you would manage to make him feel remorseful.

France

“He is visiting another woman”, Franciose told you. The both of you were in an art museum. It was one of those modern ones, where the pieces could have been made by a three-year-old. Or an old man suffering from schizophrenia. It was a peculiar place to unfold a tragicomedy yet at the same time it couldn’t be more fitting.

You gave him some keen side-eyes, accompanied by a matching frown. He could basically hear the cogs winding in your mind, trying to find a way around his words. A per usual, you did:

“So? He is allowed to have friends of the opposite sex. Nothing wrong or dramatic with that, don’t you agree?”

He let out a raspy laugh at that. There were times when he found your wit and optimism so refreshing. And then there were times like where it was so repulsive. Francois had seen you with your partner time and time again, had watched the two of you kiss and mumble sweet nothings in each other’s ears. It wasn’t fair, because Francois wanted you to himself.

Besides, those constant displays of affection were a sight for sore eyes. He wanted that love to run sour and your heart to harden and you to become as cynical as him. The mere thought of that aroused something in his blackened soul.

“Oh yes, yes. So you find it alright for him to have a naked friend?”, he asked flatly while he walked over to you. You were standing in front of a black-and-white canvas, the figure on it but a shadowy, long-fingered silhouette on a deary backdrop. It resembled his inner world more than anything else. Perhaps it would be perfect if it were splattered with blood.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, panic addling your voice. He had to suppress a sadistic smile. It didn’t mattered that he was spouting lies or that there wasn’t any evidence. You trusted him and his words and his judgment and that was all that mattered.

“As I said that he is visiting another woman.”

Francois would spread rumours that you are being cheated on in order to fracture your current relationship. In doing so, he would go to great lengths to tell a lot of other people that fact before informing you. And he would make sure that all the gossip could never be traced back to him. That way, when you would go out asking for confirmation after the revelation.

In the end, it wouldn’t matter if you wouldn’t believe him off the bat – doubt would have been sown and with enough patience and nurturing, those seeds would eventually sprout and bear fruit.

Russia

Before you urge your horse to gallop away, he had already snatched the fine leather reigns out of your hands and tugged both you and the animal closer to him. There was an irritated look on his normally stoic face.

“What in God’s name has possessed you to act like this”, he growled lowly. The other members of the hunting party were probably far off, yet on the royal court one could never be too careful. There were eyes and ears everywhere and not all of them were friendly.

You shot him and incredulous look, yet that only caused him to give you a thoroughly unamused look. He towered over you, and it was amplified by the powerful black Friesian he was saddling. Next to you, you and your chestnut Arabian looked downright skeletal.

“I thought I was free to go.”

“Why?”, he asked sternly, anger at your insolence polluting his voice. The two of you had already discussed this a thousand times before – you belong to him, the flesh of husband and wife seen as one before God, Tsar and law. One would think he wouldn’t have to explain that to you anymore.

Your horse nervously bobbed on the spot as you sneered at him: “You don’t think I know that you have Countess Swarnova to warm your bed?”

His eyes narrowed and without further ado, he turned his horse around, making you come with him. “You shouldn’t believe every paper-thin rumour you hear.”

Victor wouldn’t know what to be more angry about – the nerve of somebody to spread rumours of him cheating on you or you for being stupid enough to believe them. He would hunt the responsible party and make them pay, dearly. They would end up entangled in their own web of lies, executed if they wouldn’t be sent to Siberia. And you would receive of thorough lecture in order to shake you out of your nativity.

[luimagines]

Hey, could we get the boys kissing the reader please?

Masterlist

Absolutely!

If the reader gets to give the boys kisses, it's only fair that they get kisses in return!

Fair warning, these are more or less platonic.

Content under the cut!

Twilight

“Twilight I think I died.” You blurt out one day.

Twilight stops what he was doing and tilts his head on your direction. “Run that by me again?”

“This is all a dream isn’t it?” You gulp and pull your hair a bit to feel something. “Did I die? Am I dying? How do I know you’re real?”

Twilight pauses and puts his things down. He walks toward you and puts his hands on your shoulders. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Before I met you, I got hurt...bad... And I had a dream.” You say.

Twilight then bends down and kisses you nose.

The action stuns you and you blink in an attempt to process the absurdity of it.

“Did that ever happen in your dream?” Twilight bites his lip to keep himself from smiling. This was supposed to be serious- you might have been having a crisis.

“No?” You answer with a small child like shake to your head.

“Then you’re not dreaming.” Twilight answers simply.

“Is that how that would work?” You reply.

“Do you want it to?”

“Yes.” You nod and walk with Twilight to help him out with his earlier chores. “I don’t like thinking of the alternative.”

“It’s you’re dreaming I’m sure our group is more than wiling to find ways to induce your awakening.”

“Like what?”

“Throw you off a cliff? Set you on fire? Get the cuccos nice and angry-”

“I’ll take your method over that thank you very much.”

Wind

“It can’t be that bad.” You roll your eyes and put your hand son your hips. “Why do you hate it so much?”

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Wind explained. “If I went back home and they found out I did this, I would never be able to live it down.”

“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” You ask instead with a teasing grin on your lips.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Please don’t make me.” Wind whines. “I’d do anything.”

“If it’s any consolation, it’s not my idea either.” You sigh and cross your arms instead. “But the faster we do it the faster we can get it over with. It’s not like we have to talk about it ever again.”

“No please-” Wind gets onto his knee, saying your name and crawling to you that way. “-You’re my last hope. Don’t let this be the end of it.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Wind grabs your hands places a clumsy kiss on your fingers as he pleads. “Can’t it be anyone else? Please! Please, please please please please!”

“Oh my goodness! OK! I’ll go talk to Time and Twilight and see if we can get Legend to do it or something.”

“Yeeees.”

Hyrule

“My everything hurts.” You whined and rolled over, grasping your side in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure there. “Was I stabbed? I feel like I was stabbed.”

“You were, in fact, not stabbed.” Hyrule kneels by your side and lifts your hand to access the wounded area a bit better. “But you did land really harshly on the rock below us. So try to take it easy for a minute, ok? We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”

“Who is this we you speak of?” You sigh as the pain lessens and take a deep breath, trying to sit yourself up. “I just see you.”

“Yeah, Wild is on his way over, so it’s about to be we.” Hyrule snickers.

“I see... Thank you ‘Rulie.” You smile a bit and loosen up your muscles. “How did I even fall to begin with?”

“Bad bomb placement.”

“Ah.” You say, as if that answers your question. “Well that explains everything then.”

Hyrule looks up at you and sees your face. “You’ll be ok.”

“I mean I hope so.” You shrug and Hyrule leans in to place a small kiss on your forehead.

“Wha-”

“Magic enhancer. Good for one extra minute of healing time.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You love it.”

Warrior

“I hate this.” You groaned as you walked through the dungeon. “Why are we here again?”

“Because we have a mission to clear the darkness and this is a hotspot. We clear this area and then we can move on to the next until we’re all done.” Warrior shrugs, fully understanding the sentiment but not wanting to ruin his reputation.

“This suuuuucks.”

“I knoooow.” He snickers.

“You’re making fun of me but I know you feel the same way.” You tilt your head back and look at him by shifting your eyes.

“Yeah but you don’t see me complaining.”

You groan louder in response, purely out of spite at this point and shove him slightly by the shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?” Warrior asked teasingly.

“I want a sick prize at the end.”

“I can wager in a kiss.”

“Not from you.”

“No?” Warrior laughs louder and spin on his heel, walking backwards as he talks to you just a little ways ahead from where you are. “Am I not worth enough?”

“I have only the highest of standards.” You deadpan. 

“I’ll have you know that my kisses are completely worth it.” Warrior twirls his hand upwards for fan fair.

“Doubt it.”

“I’ll prove it.”

“Doubt it.” You grin.

Warrior rolls his eyes but lets you catch up to him before leaning over suddenly and kissing on your hair line.

“Cheap shot.” You snort and push him away. “You’ll have to do harder than that. I bet the prize at the end is cooler anyway.”

“Tough crowd.”

Time

“Time, would you be a dear and help me out with one little thing?” You called out, fighting one of the knots that kept your bag to Epona’s side but Twilight was no where to be found so it’s not like he could help you.

Time looked up and saw you struggling with the bag and the rope that held it in place. An amused smile crossed his face and he got up to make his way over to you.

You huff and stomp your foot when it refuses to let go just in time as the man himself makes it to your side. “What seems to be the problem?”

 “I can’t get my bag out!” You whine. “Twilight does such ridiculous knots and I can’t figure it out.”

“Let me see.” Time rolls his eye and steps into your space, checking at the problem in front of him.

It was way more complicated than Time would think Twilight would purposefully do. It looked staged.

Luckily he knows his pup well and managed to get it untangled with seconds.

“How?” You frown and pout. “How did you do that? I thought I would have needed to get my knife or Legend to get rid of the spell.”

“Twilight doesn’t like spells or magic in general.” Time smirks and sees the opportunity in front of him.

You reach out your hand to take the bag with a sigh. “Yeah, yeah I know. Thank you, I was getting frustrated.”

Time grabs your hand with his free hand, bringing it up his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. “A hero’s work is never done.”

“A-ah.” You blush with wide eyes. “Right.”

Wild

“I have no idea where to go from here.” Wild sighs and places his hands on his hip, keeping the wooden spoon angled away from his clothes.

“What’s up? Need help?” You stand up and walk toward him.

“The stew needs something. But I don’t know what.” Wild huffs and chews on his lips as he thinks.

“Salt?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” He picks up his slate and takes the rock out, chipping small pieces off before stirring to dissolve it.

He brings the wooden spoon to his lips to taste it but he doesn’t seem satisfied with the result. “It’s better but not enough.”

“Can I try?” You offer and move closer to the pot.

He sighs and gives you the spoon with a bit of the broth. It’s delicious as expected but he’s right. A bit lackluster.

You smack your lips together and move it around on your tongue and try to figure it out. “Maybe Goron spice? Not enough to feel obviously but anything spicy tends to heighten existing flavors.”

Wild thinks about it before going through with your suggestion. He stirs for a hot minute before his eyes light up at the taste.

He spin to you with enough force to startle you, but before you can move away he grab your face with his hands and brings you forward giving you a whopping kiss onto your forehead. “That’s just what it needed. Thank you!”

You wobble for a moment when he pushy you away but you smile regardless. “You’re welcome.”

Legend

“And here we have the best of the rest, Mr. Fancyprance Mcfickle Bottom.” Legend knelt to the ground after speaking and place a kiss on the back of your hand.

“I take it back. We’re doomed. We’re never going to be able to sneak into the gala.” You lament and take your hand out of his gasp.

“How dare you doubt my acting skills.”

“Can you at least try to take this seriously?” You stress. “This is a big moment for the kingdom, if one thing goes wrong tonight, we’re all going to pay the price.”

“It’s not like any one going to die if we don’t do well toni-”

“Did you not read the note?” Your stare widens. “I can’t believe you. There’s going to be an assassination attempt. It’s why we’re even going to begin with!”

Legend pauses as he considers your words before sobering up and standing taller. “Alright. From the top. This is what we have to do.”

“Thank you.”

Four

“Ok, I have no idea where you’re taking me, but it better be good because I’m a lot less graceful when I’m blindfolded.” Four said over his shoulder as you guided him through the underbrush.

“Just trust me.” You grin. “You’re going to love it.”

“I hope so.”

You giggle and continue to push him ahead. “Ok, wait here I’ll be right back. Don’t take it off just yet.”

“You are so lucky I trust you.”

“Good.” You dash off and grab a small parcel that was hidden in a hollow tree truck.

You run back to him and pull his hand in front of him, placing it gently on top of his palms. “There. Open your eyes and open the box.”

Four grips the wrapping and takes the blindfold off with one hand. “What is it?”

“A gift silly!”

“Ok, yeah, but what’s inside?”

“Open it and find out!”

He smiles and gently rips the paper that covering the little box, eyes widening as he recognizes the design within. “How did you get this?”

“I save up for it. It’s a thank you.” You bite you lip and take a small step back. You’re beginning to feel a little flustered by his reaction even if you think you have no reason to be.

Four drops the paper wrapping and opens the box. “You got me this?”

“Yes. I thought we established this.”

Four beams and doesn’t even open the box all the way before he runs at you and practically tackles you over. “Thank you!”

“You’re wel-”

Four take the breath to plant a big ol’ smooth on your cheek, silencing anything else you were going to say.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” 

It’s the happiest you’ve seen him.

You can’t even get your thoughts together before he give you another hug and dashes away from you to enjoy his gift.

Or brag about it to the others.

You wanted to avoid that, which is why you brought him all the way out here beyond the camp...but you can never really tell what he’s going to do next.

You smile regardless and touch the spot on your cheek.

At least he likes it.

Sky

“I have no idea how you do this Sky.” You gulp and lean over marginally over the edge. “I hate free falling. How is this a fun thing to do?”

“It’s not so bad when you can trust your loftwing to catch you.”

“I don’t have a loftwing. You keep using that word and I have no idea what you mean.”

“You’ll be fine anyway. The water will catch you.”

“That’s not remotely as reassuring as you think it is.”

“You’re over thinking it. Stop thinking.” Sky laughs a little as he gets closer to you.

“Easier said than done.”

“Trick yourself then.”

“How?”

“A distraction would be a good start.” Sky hums.

“And how to suppose I distract myself?” You deadpan.

Sky shrugs before leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek. It stuns you enough that freeze on your spot and Sky takes the opportunity to spin you around by your shoulders and promptly shoves you off of the cliff side.

He dives in right after you when he sees your head pop out of the surface, laughing as he goes.

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!fanboy!ateez reacts: their s/o getting into a dating scandal

💌 REQUESTS: open | I decided to post this even though only one had voted for this exhibit. Plus, I wanted to try my hand into writing this. This reaction post is dedicated to the anonymous who voted for exhibit B. 

Hongjoong:

News broke out today as Y/N and TXT’s Beomgyu are dating, followed by a statement confirmations from VS Media and Big Hit Entertainment. Furthermore, Dispatch released a series of photos of the new couple going on secret dates, supporting the confirmations that the two had been in fact been dating for a few months already. 

The news shocked the whole nation. Many fans congratulated the couple, but many others were upset by the news and have claimed that they have been ignoring their fans. Once of the many others who were upset was Hongjoong. He felt betrayed that you would dare that someone who doesn’t really love you and would only use your name and fame to be in the same level as you. He thinks this is a sick PR stunt and that it had to be over. But seeing as it was real, Hongjoong took it into the internet to create petitions such as removing Beomgyu from the group. His feelings would be so crushed that he wouldn’t look at your face or say your name in a long period of time. But the guilt of not loving you ate his insides that he couldn’t bare not giving you the special treatment he offers you. 

Once Y/N and Beomgyu released an apology letter for not letting the fans know about their relationship, he could only scoff and think that the apology is insincere and lacks emotion. He continues to leave abusive and hateful comments about the two until it reaches to the point that Y/N and Beomgyu had to break up. When the two broke up, Hongjoong felt never better. 

Seonghwa: 

As someone like Seonghwa who follows you around with his camera in hand, he already knew that you kept meeting with The Boyz’s Haknyeon multiple times. He didn’t believe that you two are just close friends. So he ran around starting rumours of you two dating on the internet, followed by a thread of pictures that he caught. And shortly afterwards, VS Media and Cre.Ker confirmed that Y/N and Haknyeon had been in fact dating. 

It made Seonghwa so sick that both fans support the couple. In his rage, he threw and trashed everything in his sight. Creating a chaos both in his mind and in his home. He thought that you were stupid for dating someone that isn’t him. Why Haknyeon when you have him? Seonghwa who knew you with his eyes closed and at the back of his hand. He thought he had you figured out, but outsmarted him. 

He couldn’t accept that the love of his life dating somebody else that he went on killing spree, killing Haknyeon’s fans before he could reach the idol himself. To Seonghwa, there is no other potential lover like him and him only. 

Yunho: 

He knows that Y/N is a big fan of Super Junior’s Eunhyuk. He is the idol that she looks up to and is the reason why she entered the entertainment industry. But when the news of Y/N and Eunhyuk broke out by Dispatch as the new year couple, it was definitely not a happy new year for Yunho. 

Yunho didn’t like how you would go home to someone else. It should be him that you would go home to. He expressed his distaste online by supporting hate comments on the couple, resharing and retweeting posts to garner further attention. He would leave hate comments not only to Eunhyuk but to Y/N as well. He felt so heartbroken that he couldn’t help but spat out derogatory messages to you. 

Day and night, Yunho continued to add flame to the fire until one day Y/N and Eunhyuk parted ways due to the pressure they felt in the public eye. When they broke up, Yunho threw a party at his home. 

Yeosang: 

Yeosang is someone who is just like Seonghwa, who invests his time and energy on Y/N. You are his world, without you, life is meaningless as it is only you that keeps the world together and functioning. Especially Yeosang. When he heard the love of his life dating her ‘Witch’ co star and leading man Treasure’s Hyunsuk, he laughed at the articles. Knowing too well that you would never say yes to someone who isn’t Yeosang. 

And when the news tablets released a statement that Y/N and Hyunsuk denied the accusations, he felt proud of himself. But that doesn’t mean he would go easy on you two as he read on the article that Hyunsuk fell for you while filming. 

San: 

We all know how celebrities post photos online and immediately delete it afterwards in a blink of an eye, right? The same situation happened to Y/N and EXO’s Sehun. Apparently, Y/N had posted a photo of Sehun cuddling on top of her in bed and deleted it afterwards. 

San didn’t like what he saw and broke his phone at the sight of someone else being too close and intimate with you. Let alone that it wasn’t him who was giving you that attention. That day, San came up with an ultimate plan to get rid of him even if both entertainments denied the speculation. 

On the day of EXO’s comeback stage, San had purposefully and successfully slipped a coffee drink to Sehun infused with clear chemicals. He was happy that the idol was brought to the hospital but cursed to himself as it was not enough to kill him. 

Mingi:

Recently, Mingi joined a groupchat with other “fans” who holds various informations about idols and would form groups to accomplish “tasks”. Mingi, along with the other so-called fans got into various fields of jobs such as airline, phone and credit card companies. In Mingi’s case, he got into a credit card company that had you as one of their top holder. 

So when he finally got a hold of your purchases, he was surprised to see that you had been shopping at a certain men’s fashion brand. Following it up, there were rumors of you and Seventeen’s Mingyu seeing each other. To Mingi’s rage, he exposed your credit card number along with the purchases that you made online and offline. His post analytics gathered eleven thousand impressions with thirty thousand interactions. Minutes later, a case was filed against him for violating contracts. 

But never was Mingi thrown into prison. His friendly groupchat paid upon him and cleared all his charges. Mingi still walks a free man until this date. 

Wooyoung: 

Wooyoung felt like he was stabbed in the back when the news of Y/N and Nuest’s Minhyun confirmed to be dating for months. How could he not see this? He would be so devastated that he will have no control on what he is doing. 

And since he has no control on what he is doing, he would take a knife and carve out the words “Don’t forget me Y/N. I only have you. I love you.” on his waist skin. Following it up, he continued to carve the words “Come back to me, Y/N” on the skin of his wrists. He would take pictures of his motive act and post it online. His post alone gathered international attention and led to the breakup of the couple, followed by an apology statement from Y/N herself. 

When Wooyoung read the apology, he didn’t hesitated to leave a private message on Y/N’s social media. “That’s okay. You’re stupid but I love you.” 

Jongho: 

He would be so devastated but at the same time furious as how you could give yourself away to someone else just like that. He didn’t like how the agencies confirmed the news of you and OnlyOneOf’s Yoojung dating. Much to his anger, he would rip out the pages of his merchandise of you and burn them. Taking pictures and then posting them online. 

But Jongho won’t stop there. He’s going to resort to the ultimatum. He would install a GPS tracker on your car and tamper your phone number so he would know all the messages you would send to anyone. Upon receiving them, he would send you anonymous text messages and belittle you how could be so careless and ignore the love your fans gives you. And by fans, he meant himself only. 

Due to severe online bullying, you are forced to part ways with Yoojung, release an apology statement to the public and decided to take on a hiatus from the public eye due to anxiety that you faced while dating. 

[soartfullydone]

No. 2 - TALKING IS OVERRATED garotte | choking | gagged Delethil/Riven/Eravin requested by @editoress

DnD prompts are for me and my five closest friends.

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Delethil knew claiming Aeranth for his own would mean inheriting her enemies. He also knew he would make new ones, some of which would already be inside the walls.

“You’re mad for doing this,” Eravin had told Delethil years ago when he’d trusted him enough to share his plans for revolution. He said the same thing a few days ago, too, when Delethil told him how he was going to lure the remaining dissident moon rabbits from their dens.

The difference between then and now was that Riven had been in the Circle tower with them. She’d sat perched on the edge of his desk, worry furrowing her brow, unusually silent. Always a sign that she wasn’t sure or happy about what she was hearing.

To Eravin, reasonable: “The sooner we deal with the problem…” To Riven, wheedling: “The less we’ll have to watch our backs in our own home.”

He would follow through with the plan regardless of their feelings, but he wanted them both on his side. Survival, if nothing else, would be more likely.

Eravin had sighed roughly and stormed halfway across the room before the fight gave out. There wasn’t time to waste arguing but to start making contingencies. As for Riven, she didn’t uncross her arms, didn’t move from the desk. But she said, “If you die, I won’t forgive you, Del.”

He smiled, satisfied. “I can’t have that! So I won’t, love.”

In the present, Delethil worked at loosening the ropes binding his hands behind his back, willing them both to get here, now. A masked elf walked purposefully toward him, a length of damp linen in his hands. The cloth wouldn’t break once it was wrapped around his throat. Delethil knew because all the attempts to chew through the cloth in his mouth hadn’t made the slightest difference. He could barely make any noise without the gag choking him.

So many times, he’d seen the shadows in the room move just so. So many times, he’d thought it was Riven, his wild lass coming to his rescue. It never was. Just the shift of the leaves through the high window or the slow, slow arc of the moon in the sky. He would need to assume everything had gone wrong, that he was on his own.

His wrists were chaffed, but he kept moving them. A bit of blood and stinging pain barely balanced against the value of his own life. Then, he’d kill this would-be avenger who thought his wood elf blood wasn’t good enough for Aeranth’s seat of power. He wouldn’t make the mistake of ignoring rebellion festering right in front of him as Lunhaven had.

The eyes that glared down at Delethil were full of hatred and sorrow. They were black in the dark, the slightest glint of light the only feature Delethil could make out from the elf’s masked face. But Delethil didn’t have to question the man’s allegiance. The cultured, haughty accent bared all.

“This is for Cetan Lunmina, you bastard,” the elf half-snarled, half-sobbed, and they were not the words of vengeance Delethil had expected to hear. He stalled, and in the next second, he couldn’t breathe.

Delethil’s lungs seized uselessly. His throat burned as he thrashed in the chair he was tied against, welts forming where the garrote rubbed his skin raw. A slight creaking noise, and the elf before him was pulling the cloth tighter, tighter. His attacker’s body was shaking with effort, his eyes taking on a glassy sheen. He was so close, yet Delethil couldn’t do anything to him. Only struggle fruitlessly as the moon elf strangled him to death. Or perhaps, he would break Delethil’s neck first.

Stars scattered across Delethil’s vision, and his head felt like it had been removed from the rest of him already. Floating, floating…

I think I’m floating, actually, Riven had said to him once he’d finally, finally kissed her, those teal eyes of hers he loved so much dazed yet overjoyed.

You’re far too pleased with yourself. What d’ye need me for? Eravin. His plain, provincial, perfect Eravin.

He wouldn’t see them again if he didn’t…

“You’re just a thug, a killer,” another voice was saying. “I can’t let forest muck ruin this country any—ack!”   

The garrote fell away, and the gag in his mouth was ripped out. Delethil coughed violently, his head falling forward. Strands of auburn hair clung to his face as he inhaled desperate gulps of air. He thought he felt a light pressure touch his chest, but then it was gone.

“You…” That voice from before was speaking again, but this time his words sounded wet. “You traitor!”

Delethil raised his head.

Riven stood between him and the moon elf. She was winded as if she’d just sprinted a mile. Enough of her face was turned toward him that he caught the wideness of her eyes, the indignant curl of her mouth. Her favorite dagger was in her hand, and the blade was slick with blood from its pointed tip to its opalescent hilt. In her other hand was the linen that had been in his mouth. It dropped from numb fingers. 

Sprawled on the floor, the moon elf clutched near his ribs, his robes and hand becoming stained with red.

“How dare you hurt him,” snarled Riven, taking a threatening step forward.

“How dare I?” Blood flecked the moon elf’s trembling lips. Trembling not with fear, but rage. “I’m not the one who threw my country away and spread my legs for a Forest Father worshipper.”

“He’s agnostic, ya fuckin’ loon!” She brandished the dagger irritably. “And I slept with him after the hostile takeover, so get your facts straight.”

“Ye don’t need to tell him that, Riv,” Delethil rasped, but he couldn’t stop the rush of affection for her.

“Shut up. Don’t talk.” Ah, she was furious. Erry would be worse.

“I can’t imagine,” the moon elf continued as if they hadn’t spoken, “how ashamed Erosen is of you.”

Riven went completely still. “Don’t,” she warned, “act like ye give a shite about me da.”

Delethil found he’d had enough as well. “Kill him, and let’s be done with this act.”

She gripped the dagger harder but otherwise didn’t move. Just watched blandly as the moon elf labored to his feet. He threw one last look of purest loathing at both of them before stumbling out of the door.

“Riven, what are ye doing? Dammit, lass, he’s runnin’ free!”

“He won’t get far,” she told him, and then she cut him loose. 

It was still dark once they emerged from the small storehouse. Delethil didn’t need support to walk, but Riven refused to leave his side, fussing over the bruises forming around his neck and the blood crusting his wrists.

But Delethil’s temper was flaring. He swore he could still hear the moon elf bastard fleeing through the brush. “Enough!” He pulled his hands from hers and bore down on her. “If he makes it back to the city, this will all have—”

She shoved him back. “I didn’t find ya alone!”

That was when he heard the release of an arrow. The woods, seeming so loud before, abruptly went silent.

When Eravin emerged from the trees, he had to drop down several limbs before he found ground level. A longbow was slung across his back along with a quiver missing quite a few arrows. He took in Riven’s eyes, shiny with unshed tears, and Delethil’s damaged body, and glowered. 

“Did I say ye were mad before? What I meant was right barmy, even for you!” He poked Delethil hard in the chest, expression turning thunderous. “This wasn’t the plan!”

“The plan,” Delethil said smoothly—or would have if almost being choked to death hadn’t roughened his speech, “was to get rid of anyone bold enough to contest my rule.” He continued with a sly grin, “And we did.”

“We did.” Eravin gestured between himself and Riven. “You decided to get captured and tortured like ye don’t know your arse from your elbow.”

“The burdens of leadership!” Delethil explained with a grand air, which was ruined by his scowl. His damned throat hurt. “Sometimes peace talks don’t go according to plan.”

“Not much talkin’, though, was there?” At Eravin’s incredulous look, Riven supplied, “They had him gagged.”

That part hadn’t left a mark, but Eravin’s gaze flew to Delethil’s face all the same. He knew what it meant, Delethil robbed of his greatest and final weapon. His hand came up to run a finger, feather-light, across Delethil’s tender neck. Just as quickly as it started, Eravin jerked his hand back and turned away.

“Ack, well, gag him again, Riv. I dinnae want to hear any more shite spew from his gob tonight.”

[krreader]

the truth untold.

pairing: park jimin x reader fandom: bts warnings: beauty and the beast!au (kind of) ; non idol!au ; no happy ending genre: angst word count: 2.3k+

summary: it’s a tale as old as time.. just that this one doesn’t have a happy ending, because jimin believed that you deserved better than the monster he was.

a/n: not sure if you wanted a happy ending, but the more I wrote, the more I realized I wasn’t going to finish it with one. it’s really sad, but I hope you still like it ♥

Loneliness was all that Jimin has ever known.

Maybe, years back when the world didn't seem to be so ugly and heartbreaking, it was better for him, but it's been so long that he could barely remember these times.

Now, it was the same, day in and day out.

He woke up alone, he spent his day alone, he ate alone and he went to bed alone. That's been going on for years and he knew that none of that would ever change because of who he was.

When he was still younger, he could never understand why anyone would leave their child like this, abandoned in a castle so far away from civilization that nobody would ever find it, at least not purposefully. But the older he became and the more he realized what he was, he understood.

Nobody wanted a cursed child.

Someone like him.

He had not just come to understand, but to accept his fate. His fate of ever lasting loneliness in this god-forsaken world that he would have to endure until the day that the world finally took pity on him and let him die in peace.

That was the mentality that he had and that he’s always had.

Until everything changed one day.. and suddenly.. he didn't want to die anymore.

You were a woman, he knew that much. The faint images of his mother in the back of his head, of her beautiful features and her sweet voice were the only comparison he had.. plus the countless of books that he had read over the last few years.

You looked tired, scared and malnourished. Your dress was ripped, your arms were hugging yourself to keep yourself warm and your hair had several pieces of leaves in them.

But despite all this, despite your 'messy' appearance, you were the most beautiful creature that Jimin had ever laid his eyes upon. True, he didn't have much else to go on besides the flowers that he had in his garden, the only source of beauty he nowadays had in his life, but you weren't that.

You were better than that.

Jimin had been staring for so long that he didn't realize you had spotted him.

He must have thought that you'd run away and hide, scream for help, anything.

But instead, you let out a relieved sigh and ran, not away, but towards him!

“Oh, thank goodness! I've been trying to find someone in this forest for hours!” you were a little out of breath when you came to a halt in front of him, but even now your smile didn't falter. Jimin gulped down hard, “I.. hope I'm not interrupting you?” he seemed to have been gardening just now.

“I'm.. no,” he quickly shook his head and put down his tools, before trying to smile as well, “What's your name?”

“(Y/N). I wanted to gather some flowers in the deeper parts of the forest, but then my horse must have seen something that scared him and ran off. And I'm unfortunately not very familiar with these forests so I.. got lost.”

“Not many people come here. It's.. quite far away. You must have been lost for hours.”

“I lost track of time,” but even now you still smiled at him, even after all the horrors you must have endured coming here. Because Jimin knew how dangerous this forest could be, “Ah, I'm so rude. I'm sorry. You asked for my name but I never asked for yours?”

Nobody has ever asked him that.

Nobody has ever smiled at him like that.

Nobody has ever treated him like that.

And maybe it was selfish of him, but..- “Jimin. I'm Jimin.”

And it was only then that you saw the place he lived in. Not a house, not even a mansion.. a castle!

Yes, it was quite worn-down, so much that it looked like it was falling apart in some places, but it was still a castle and nothing you've ever seen before. And Jimin could tell by the way your jaw dropped.

“Would you.. like to come in? It's nothing special, but you can warm up by the fire and I have some food if you're hungry?”

Was this a good idea? No. Because inviting you into his home also meant inviting you into his dreams. Jimin knew that if he crossed that line, he would never ever stop thinking about you. 

There was a reason he was never with any people. Because people left him. They always did. 

But there was something about you. Maybe it was your genuine smile or the happiness that you had within you that he was just not used to. Maybe it was the warmth you exerted, despite not even knowing him or what he was.

That was something that he would like to hold on to, just a little bit longer. It was like a warm day in winter.. only that his winter had lasted for years and this is the first bit of sunshine that he’s seen in ages.

And you did not seem to be in a rush to leave, taking up his offer of coming inside.

You first warmed yourself up at his fire place, your eyes wandering around the great room that you were in while he prepared a little bit of food for you that he even brought to the fire place so you could eat there.

“You're very nice, you know? Most people I know are quite cold to strangers and wouldn’t invite them into their homes, much less give them food to eat.”

“I don't get a lot of visitors,” Jimin smiled as he sat down in front of you and pushed the tray of food towards you, “Please.. eat a lot. You must be hungry.”

“I really don't have anything to pay you back for this kindness you're showing me,” you hesitated, “You already let me into your.. palace. That's already a lot more than I would have hoped for.”

Jimin thought on it for a moment, then he smiled, “You said you gathered flowers, right? Plant one of those in my garden before you leave.. it’ll be enough.”

The corners of your mouth curled into such a big smile that even Jimin couldn't help but do the same.

And finally you dug in, eating the entire plate in a matter of minutes, that's how hungry you had been.

You talked quite a lot with each other while you ate. You told him about where you were from and what you were doing back home, minor things that you didn’t think he’d care about, but he listened intensively. It was mostly you doing the talking, he barely revealed anything about himself. But he seemed to be content with just listening to you talk. Getting to know you.

Only that the more he did, the sadder he became.

The brighter your smile became and the more at ease you were with him, the more he had to remind himself that this was just a fairy tale. That his fate wasn't a happy one, it couldn't be.

This wasn’t like some of the stories that he had read.

Because he might look normal now, but it was merely a mask that he put on to make himself feel better.

This wasn’t really him, at least not fully.

“Can I.. ask you something?” you finally asked when all the food on the tray in front of you was gone.

“Yes.”

“Why are you living here all alone? Aren't you.. lonely?”

Jimin looked at you for a moment longer, then he turned his head and looked into the burning flames instead, “I'm not like other people. And I’m not good with other people, just as others aren’t good with me. That’s why I decided that it'd be better for everyone if I just.. disappeared.”

That was the saddest thing you've ever heard in the entire world.

How could someone so kind be so lost? Did he truly not have anybody?

You cocked your head to the side, “You're right. You're not like other people.. you're better than other people.”

Jimin let out a small snort, “I'm really not.”

He couldn't reveal to you who he was. Because he knew you'd run the moment he'd do. You'd run once you'd see the monster that was buried inside of him. The monster that he could never get rid of it. The monster that was the reason for everything bad that has happened in his life.

“Well.. I can’t stay here for long or my family will get worried, but know that I will never forget what you did for me. If you ever want to visit.. I’d love to introduce you to everyone.. as the man who saved me,” you smiled happily.

But he didn't respond to that because he knew he wasn't the hero in this story that you portrayed. People like him were always the villains and eventually the people from your village would see him for what he truly was.

You watched him for a long time, but you couldn't figure out what it was that he seemed to hate so much about himself. He was a handsome young man, he lived in a palace and you were sure that every girl back home would die to have someone like him as their husband. But there was a burden strapped on his back that he couldn't tell you about and you were in no position to ask him further.

He was a kind stranger that helped you when you were in need and you shouldn't think anything more of it.

He offered that you'd stay here for the night and make your way back home in the morning, but it was a long journey and you couldn’t afford a good night’s rest, as much as you wanted it.

So all he could do was bring you to the gates of the castle, but not before you suddenly stopped and turned back around, running into his garden and planting one single flower with a smile.

“It’s one of my favorites. Those were the reasons I went so deep into the woods, because I wanted to find them,” you got up from the ground and smiled at him, “They’ll remind you of me.”

Jimin stared at the flower for a very long time, then he turned his head to look at you.

He wanted to ask you to stay, just a little bit longer, but he just couldn’t do that to you.

You deserved a good man, not a monster.

So he lowered his head, just waiting for you to leave, when he could feel your lips against his cheek.

He was surprised, his eyes widening so much that it felt like they were about to pop out.

But you still smiled, “Thank you, Jimin. For everything. I’ll never forget you.. and if you do ever want to come visit.. I’d be more than happy.”

And then all he could do was watch you leave, not ever taking his eyes off your back for just as much as a second, up until you were so deep in the forest that he couldn’t see you anymore.

And once again, he was alone..

..well, not quite.

The single, blue flower that was in his garden now was the only company he had. Every day from now on he took special care of this flower. He treated it with the utmost care and even managed to find more of it in the deepest parts of the forests like you had said, until his entire garden was an ocean of blue, his color of hope and happiness.

Your color.

He wished he could show it to you. That he took good care of your flower and that he wanted it to look beautiful for you.. if you ever.. came back.

A part of him wanted to go to the village you told him about and that part was growing stronger every day. He told himself that he wanted to see you just one more time, that maybe he could show you the real him and maybe you would accept him for who he was.

But that thought died down as quickly as it arrived, he knew there was no way you'd ever love him.

After all, the last thing he remembered his mother telling him was that Jimin may never leave this castle.. because he was an abomination. And abominations shouldn't roam the world freely, they should be locked away for their ugly shadow they cast on this world.

And to remind himself of that, he did something that he hadn't done in years.

He dared to look at himself in the mirror when the part of him came out that he hated so much.

That's who he was.

A beast.

And you.. you were.. a princess. So beautiful and pure, he could never defile you by being with you.

You had left him to go back to your family and, hopefully, remembered him in a good light. That was more than he ever could have asked for. That somebody, especially somebody so wonderful as you, remembered him positively. 

But if you saw him like this, you would not think of your time here as a good one, you'd be afraid and he couldn't stomach that.

Not you, you shouldn't be afraid of him, he never wanted that.

It was years later, when he was sure that you had already forgotten about him, that he dared to leave the castle grounds for the first time since he was a child as the man with the mask on. The handsome man that you had gotten to know.

He wanted to see you, just one more time, then he’d never leave the castle again. From far away, so you wouldn't see him.

And indeed, he found you.

He found you looking as beautiful and happy as the last time he had seen you and Jimin could do nothing but stare and admire your beauty.

And all he could think was: “I love you so much and I'm sorry I can never tell you.”

He didn't approach you, he had promised himself that he wouldn't.

All he did was place a blue flower in front of the house that he assumed to be yours after you left and entered it a couple of times and then he waited for you to come home and see it.

You must have been reminded of him, as you instantly looked around and tried to see if he was here, if it was the handsome but lonely stranger that you’ve never forgotten and that often creeped into your dreams, but Jimin had found a good hiding spot.

A quality of his.

He watched you breathe in the scent and pull it close to your body, closing your eyes and smiling at a memory that you’d never forget.

And that was what he wanted.

You to remember him fondly.

That was more he ever thought he could have in this life. Someone that thought well of him.

He often wondered in the years after if there maybe had been a chance that you might have accepted him for who he was and if you had, if maybe you had stayed with him. If maybe this broken and dying man that he was in the years after would have been a happy and thriving one.

Not lying alone in his bed with silent tears running out of his eyes, but with you by his side and falling asleep with a smile on his face.

It was a fairy tale..

..just not one with a happy ending.

At least not for him.

Never for him.

[dotthings]

Well that was traumatic.

Like last week, a very standard-feeling MOTW, almost pointedly standard, until...it wasn’t. Only this time it wasn’t a twist in the hunt, it was mytharc crashing into a hunt that was called out, in text, as “too easy.” How very very interesting. 

So it seems the deep freeze on the part of pointedly not mentioning Cas is over. Sam’s been texting him. A lot. So many texts. Yeesh Cas, take pity on the boy and answer him. From the texts I glimpsed on screen it looks like Dean didn’t tell Sam anything, just some vague excuse about Cas needing to go off to do something or other on his own for whatever reason mumble mumble, oooh pie. So Sam doesn’t know what went down there. 

Dean is still using food to not deal with his feelings. It’s the same demeanor we saw in 15.04--food humor, stuffing his face, and we see this facade throughout the episode. Dean has cultivated and built this I’m fine facade because he has to, just to keep going. He is genuinely relieved thinking Chuck is gone, but there’s still the doubt cast over his whole life and what was real about it and what wasn’t. Last week’s pep talk to Sam--fake it ‘til you make it. Dean trying to talk himself into that and cheer Sam up, and it is something to shoot for. As if Dean’s going to talk himself into it. If he says it enough, he’ll believe it. Jensen’s performance is just the right amount of believably forced. It’s not ostentatious, the pain is held just beneath the surface and I get the feeling of Dean walling things off, like he’s stuff all those doubts into a box and slammed the lid and it’s in there screaming and throwing things at the door, like AU Michael, but Dean’s going to keep motoring because what else can he do.

Why, why, WHY why did I have to see Dean shooting Samifer with the Colt, I can never unsee this. Oh now I have to see Dean burning up, consumed by flames at Samifer’s command, oh no WHY DO I HAVE TO SEE THIS. How many times will S15 make me witness Sam or Dean killing the other. 

And as this ep makes abundantly clear, yet again, to show us the undesirable ending. Just to make it even more clear we’ve got codependent werewolf brothers one killing the other and then killing himself, we’ve got existential despair, we’ve got an incredibly pointedly standard drab MOTW where the ep noticeably improves once it turns out it’s not what it seems. This is all so pointed I’m going to get a paper cut. For those who missed it in the back: a narrative without hope and a miserable hopeless ending and codependency and no growth is the undesirable big bad here, the ending the actual big bad villain wants, and the goal of the heroes is to subvert and stop that. To make a better outcome. 

Gosh it’s like dark narratives that offer a sense of hope and catharsis and a better outcome is a valid thing or something, not something that means you need therapy for wanting in your fiction, isn’t that just wild.

Also the degree that SPN is deconstructing its own MOTW routine, in text, is fascinating. It’s not a takedown on early MOTW, but it seems like a very meta-textual self-awareness of the role of MOTW in modern SPN, what SPN is now. And the same thing over and over just isn’t going to cut it.

I really enjoyed this scene with Dean’s understanding and compassion for this terrified girl. Demonstrating the comfort Sam and Dean can offer people, they go after the monsters. He’s not even trying to hide what they do as sometimes the Winchesters have, yes ma’am, rabid bobcat that escaped from the zoo none of that here. And Dean’s face watching the girl crying. 

“Do you like your job?”

And Dean says “there’s a lot of bad but it feels good to help people. I’m where I’m supposed to be” -- which is a sad little callback to Dean’s self-assurance about his life and who he is in the middle of S14. The saddest part is he really did get there, or at least a start, and now he’s doubting his whole life because of Chuck’s plot manipulations and I’m sad, but I don’t think it’s all torn down. It’s still there, it’s being battered and torn but Dean got there and Chuck isn’t going to destroy it forever.

Dean’s FACE when Ashley says how everything is so random and awful and wouldn’t it be easier if it was all planned out “and decided for you.”

There’s several lines in here where characters point out the case is “too easy”--Sam says it and then Lilith and maybe a few other instances I didn’t jot down. It definitely felt that way before the twist, as I said, like 15.04...it felt a little too rote. But then it wasn’t.

The werewolf brother shoots his brother, a very obvious mirror to Sam and Dean killing each other in Sam’s visions. “He turned into a monster. And I’m a monster too” and then the poor guy kills himself yikes. 

When Ashley fell on the antlers at first I thought Chuck was going to mess with them by having the victim they saved die due to a random senseless accidental death and that would be nasty af but Chuck had even bigger plans because WTF that’s LILITH. Oh ok.

Very very standard MOTW takes dark twist, then swerves even more darkly deep into mytharc territory.

OH NO ANOTHER VISION MOC DEAN GOING AFTER SAM

“This isn’t you”

In Chuck’s bleak endings, yellow crayons never work. MoC demon Dean kills Sam. 

NOPE.

Also no Cas in the AU/ending again. I was kind of assuming demon blood Sam killed him in the vision in 15.04 or maybe it was a world without a Cas. But if these are possible endings to this Sam and Dean, then there was a Cas at one point, and so my theory that demon blood Sam killed him seems likely.

In the MoC Dean one, oh there was absolutely a Cas. Because MoC Dean killed him. Because “You’re living my life backwards.” Moc Dean killed Cas, his Collette, and then he killed Sam, his brother. It’s Cain’s prophecy about Dean’s potential dark path fulfilled.

“That was God too, right?” This line was so heartwrenching, Dean really is questioning absolutely everything they ever did.

Then Lilith mocks that Dean “bonding with the victim” scene. EXCUSE ME LILITH HOW DARE.  

This is extra cruel, because it’s some of the best parts of Dean being played against him. Dean was being his best heroic compassionate self there, and Lilith was playing him the whole time. My heart is cracking.

A Cas mention, even Dean participates. This is a big enough crisis that he can’t just stay high top the thing not!mentioning Cas, much as Dean tried to do that. He’s not ready to deal with any of his Cas feelings.

Interesting though, Dean’s weapon of choice was an angel blade, even after that breakup. 

“God was supposed to be gone.” YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING, AND IT STILL HURTS. “This was supposed to be over. We were done. We were free.” Oh Dean my poor bb.

So now they have flipped again. Last week Dean was holding it together while Sam found it hard to keep on, now Dean’s hope is gone and he loses his grip on his attempt to act okay as if acting okay can make him be okay. Which he could do for only so long, but could do it more and longer without the emotional horror of discovering Chuck isn’t gone and he’s still messing with them. Dean was trying to keep a toe-hold on purpose and meaning but that was a facade and this ep just rips that thin poncho of fake it 'til you make it violently away.

While Sam, because of the wound from the equalizer, apparently can see right into Chuck’s brain. Maybe Chuck doesn’t know, or is Chuck purposefully taking the opportunity to use that wound to inflict this emotional horror on Sam.

(btw how many times am I going to use the phrase emotional horror in my S15 metas. So many).

“Chuck only likes one kind of ending.” So these aren’t AU’s...these are Chuck’s endings for the story where Sam and Dean kill each other. Note again the lack of Cas in these scenarios. And why could that be. Because to get there, Chuck has to get rid of Cas. Cas has to stay out of the story. Let me point you back to my theory on the uniqueness of Team Free Will in this world and Cas’s importance in Sam and Dean’s lives. This still fits even if these aren’t AU’s but potential endings. Cas is the crack in the chassis. The spanner in the works. Really inconvenient for Chuck and his quest for the miserable terrible no good hopeless very bad ending for Sam and Dean.

[omegangrins]

A Treatise On the Doctor

I don't know how to start this. Because I think of Peter Capaldi's words when he said that the only thing required to be a Doctor Who fan, is kindness.

I like 13 and think Chibnall is doing his best job writing the show.

So I struggle to write this because I am engaging against that very unkindness in the Doctor Who fandom, and trying very hard not to be angry back. "Allways try to be nice but never fail to be kind." But I've begun to wonder more and more if those who speak so loudly against the show really know what the show itself is about.

Enough of talking about other people though, cause frankly they're only important as set-up for this conversation. And again, I'm working kind.

So here's what you're gonna learn from this lifelong fan (and the best Tl;dr you're gonna get):

1. The Doctor sucks. From the very beginning. People complain about character traits now that have been around as long as the show.

2. Due to the Doctor's suckage, they tend to do more harm than good. (And because of this, most of the Doctor's "friends" along the way have been, well, let's leave it at the air quotes for now cause it's a damn big list of "BOOOO!!!".)

3. All of the showrunners and writers and actors and editors and everyone else has allways knows this and has played it this way.

4. And last but not least, since this is a time travel show. If you wanna know what and why stuff is happening now, look it up. Everything that happened before is allways in play.

5. None of this is bad, and in fact, it makes the show morally grayer. It's about kindness at all costs. Even your own.

A. First things first, the hard thing. The Doctor is not grrrreat. I mean, sure they try, but they fail a lot more often. In Extremis, a majority of those fatality index counts come from people the Doctor failed to save. That's why it's worded so specifically as "cause of death". All the death's caused by the Doctor's very interaction with time and lack of saving those around them. And part of it's not their fault, but more often than not, the Doctor says I can save you, and can't, won't, or chooses not to.

And that would be alright, but it took them over 1000 years to realize they should start letting their companions lead lives outside of theirs so THEY DON'T DIE. A bit too long as someone who claims to be better.

Not to mention how many times the Doctor is dismissive of their companions and the people around them only to use them for their help and just bug off again. If they truly cared and wanted to help, they would stay and listen in between adventures. Their lifespan is near infinite anyway. What's a few extra Earth hours with some friends you made along the way. You know, maybe fix some of the psychological and emotional damage created by encountering things behind a human's original scope of reasoning. But nope, we gotta go adventure more, byyyyeee!!

So when people talk about these qualities in 13 in a negative aspect I have to laugh because I'm not sure if they understand the joke. Cause we're talking about an alien that grew up around a species calling themselves Time Lords. I try not to blame them too much for it. 1 had to learn how to be hospitable to humans and it's been a bit of a slow learning curve ever since.

B. After the Doctor survived the horrors of the Time War and happened upon a human companion they felt worth connecting to, what did they do? They took Rose to watch her planet burn in front of her eyes. Great, first date, amirite?

And that's a little bit of companion damage. Do you know that the Doctor is responsible for the almost complete genocide of the Silurian race across multiple occasions. I am legitimately surprised there are any left after all of the ones the Doctor has killed. Like before, they cause destruction either purposefully or accidentally or simply by force of being there.

Remember before how I said that the Doctor just flies away. Yeah, they leave a lot of problems behind when they do (something that I can see Chibnall is planting the seeds of). If you had a time and space machine and practically unlimited capabilities and you choose to just leave after a situation and not check up on them from time to or see if there are any other underlying crises to be solved. But oh no, "gotta follow that rule of time and keep going even though I stopped in the first place because of how interested I was.". This is why 9 has a great arc about this. He thought he killed all the Daleks. They came back. He thought he'd gotten rid of the Slitheen. They came back. He thought he saved Satellite 5 from aliens. But opsies, they came back. And look! They're Daleks. Which he "finally" got rid of.

The Doctor just bounces around all carefree and without an ounce of care for themselves, their companions or consequences unless there's consequences for themselves or their companions. Then they get indignant.

Is that really kind of the person you want flying around fixing things in time and space? Who knows. But at least they are trying. Most of the time the T.A.R.D.I.S. lands somewhere and the authority figures are the most pretentious bull-headed pigs you can find. To me, I laugh cause it seems like both sides end up getting a taste of their own medicine. Usually with the bull charging to death in a sad glory while the Doctor wiles on metaphorically about not being as good as them.

But again, as a "superior" alien with "advanced" technology and "culture" you'd think they'd just know better already. But that's all part of the character. The Doctor may be in flux, but true change is difficult. The real hero of every story is the other people BESIDES the Doctor.

Cause the title is Doctor *Who* . The Who being half of the title, despite having less letters. It's the constant question of "What and why and who is that crazy person that's trying to help?" Why do you think they keep flying back to Earth? (Besides set construction reasons.) They've grown as attached to us as we have to them. And at this point, a lot of their saving us is guilt and embarrassment at having a hand in our timeline.

This is also the same reason the Doctor dumps companions in a fluff. Baggage. Every time a companion gets too heavy to carry the memories of... off they fly.

Except for 13. She's stayed. To this end, we can see how the Doctor changes. Not on our smaller, human timelines, but on the timeline of a god with way too much power.

D. With that in mind, we go Classic. It's the Who you need to consult if you wish to make any critique on what's happening now. Because how can you know how a part operates inside of a whole without seeing the whole part?

Cause I don't know if you've watched it but it can be rough, and I don't mean in the sense of production value (which admittedly they do a fairly decent job of using what money they had. A problem the BBC plagues to Doctor Who to this day.). The 3rd Doctor shits on every one they call friends constantly and then turns around expecting help. 4 did the same. Then 5 masked that contempt with a plucky face and a cheeky word. But it was still there, bubbling out of 6 and 7 as the inability to suffer fools gladly and using their own righteousness to enact change in their companions. A trait that kept going til an entire war and regeneration was used solving the question of "Doctor Who?" Only for them to try and forget twice more by putting on their pretty grinning faces and running away from it.

And I'm only talking from a companion perspective. Each of the Doctors has enacted their own form of genocide on countless species. Sure, it's to "save humans" but at the end of the day you'd have to ask yourself if we're really worth that blood. And this is all in the Doctor's history. As much as they claim better, they're hands are still gushing red.

The Doctor left Jo because she fell in love. They drove Adric to put their life on the line in order to feel adequate. The entirety of the Silurian race has been wiped out fivefold under their watch, with one time by their hand itself. Same for several other singular and unique species you won't be able to find elsewhere in the universe. 7 used time travel to enact a personality change in Ace while simultaneously using her as a pawn in an interdimensional war. The Time War itself. Sure it got erased but the Doctor still did those things ("War" Doctor or whatever nonsense titles they feel necessary to delude themselves). The entirety of Amy's childhood was destroyed by their presence, and Rory got erased. Twice! Sarah Kingdom. We know the list. Hell, the Doctor whisked Barbara and Ian away because they wanted to teach the snobby humans some lessons.

They may have a time machine, but we have the bill of their actions. This is where 13 excels. Because they're trying to be better than themselves. They've learnt the lessons of all those years traveling and the failures they wish they could reverse but don't as a way of keeping a scoreboard of pain. It's not perfect by any means, but look at 12 needing cue cards to understand and react to human grief under duress. They've come a helluva long way. After 50 years, I'm inclined to believe better. After all, it's what the Doctor would want.

E. You know how people like the ASOIAF series because it offers up morally complex characters existing in a morally complex world where black and white are harder to define than grey? Have you ever thought of Doctor Who as the same? Strip past the fairytale and adventure and "wibbly wobbly timey wimeyness and it's just people reacting to situations. We're just harder on the Doctor because they're hard on us. You could go round and round on who's the bigger killer, but at the end of the day Time Lords and humans fight and feel about the same things. It's allways been a joke to pretend otherwise.

That's why I love the Timeless Child. Not for making the Doctor anymore special but for saying that even despite having all of their specialness ripped away and repurposed to create a lie of a society then having the memory wiped of said event, the Doctor broke out of their mold, stole a TARDIS and told the Time Lords to fuck off. That's not a Captain America/Superman hero. That's Batman in space with a society of Lex Luthor's. Gotham and Gallifrey. The Doctor saw what they were a part of and broke free, without even knowing the more horrifying truth. Cause it's the thing I see many fans missing because they're so preocuppied with the Doctor being special. The thing that made the Doctor different was their ability to know the difference and walk away to find better. Now, the Doctor has a reason to go back and find out why they never stopped running.

The Time Lords might be the greatest monsters in the universe. It is in the name. "Lords". Those who would lord over us and impose their will with a banthium fist.

And this is a children's show.

C the thing is, the people who made and make this show all collectively rail against one thing: Hate. Kindness is the way of Doctor's. Even if they're sawing off your leg, it's to do the kindness of saving your life. This is because the people who make this (United Kingdomers) have seen centuries of war and conflict and oppression enacted by their own country in the name of progress. And they want to see it no more. Look no further than any of the Doctor's adventures with UNIT. Allways advocating for peace and being ignored for the comfortable war-cry. It's why it's hard to blame the Doctor when we do very similar and often worse (though we don't have time travel.... yet). The creators of this show know better, see better, and wrote better, to know that the powers that be nipped would nip their creations and sanitize them. So they wrote their messages so strong that you can feel them from the future. They're powerfull enough that even across eras they have all collectively moved me to write this.

That's another point I have to laugh at people saying Doctor Who has never been in your face about progressive politics. The Green Death. Survival. Trial of a Timelord (Yes, all of it. Sit down and power through.) The Happiness Patrol is one of my all time favorite episodes for going there in this regard. People may poo poo but history has its' eyes on you. Doctor Who loves taking potshots at the issues of the day. As long as you don't make the aliens black of course. Make them all the colors of the rainbow but never make them black. That'd be too on the nose (That's something they used to say back in the day! Crazy how far we've come).

So bravoa to Chibnall for continuing the legacy of Doctor Who. From where I'm standing, he's not doing anything different than any other showrunner before him. Cause if you want to argue canon, you at least have to know what created it. This show owes what it is to those Classic eras. And if you think Chibnall is shitting on those years and your childhood.... well, then why did you read this whole thing?

[petertingle-yipyip]

Temptations - Kol Mikaelson

//Requested:  Imagine w/Kol’s crazy ex shows up in NOLA while he and Davina are still together?she doesn’t want him to be happy with anyone but her and goes to great length to break up him and Davina and while trying to protect Davina and deny his still existing feelings for his ex Kol reveals that he is the same psychotic maniac that he always was.Davina overhears him and reader fighting and Kol saying that he never stopped loving her just as she never stopped loving him.Some [steamy] vampire sex in the end please.//

//Pairings: Kol x Davina, Kol x Reader. Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, suggestive. Tag List: @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss//

You had one soft spot. Eternity grew tedious without someone to share it with. You knew you could get him back, knew there was something special between you two. Nothing could get him out of your mind. Maybe it crazy. Maybe it was obsessive. But you loved him, with every fiber of your being. You had to get him back, by any means necessary.

After a brief stint in Florida, you decided to head back to New Orleans. It was you had last heard from the Mikaelsons and where you knew Kol would be with his latest girl, Davina Claire. You didn’t want to hurt Davina but you weren’t above hurting her. You knew you were capable of it, knowing you had done worse when you first flipped your switch.

While you wanted the best for him, you knew he wouldn’t really be truly himself with Davina. He wouldn’t be able to be truly happy with Davina. You were the only one who understood him, understood the fire that burned inside of him. You knew the best parts and the worst parts of him. You were the only one who could tame the monster inside him. No one else would make him as happy as you did, right?

You got your information from Marcel. He was hesitant to tell you anything, knowing just how wildly unpredictable and violent you could be. He told you that Davina was practically family and he wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her. After promising a dozen times over that Davina wouldn’t die, that if anything she’d obtain surface wounds, he told you where you could most likely find her.

Promising Davina’s safety, it didn’t really bother you that much. After all, she wasn’t the reason you made the trip home. Despite it all, Marcel was a good friend to you. He always had been. Promising Davina’s survival was a courtesy to a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Hello, my dear. You must be Davina.” You said when you first met her leaving Rousseau’s.

“How do you know my name?” She asked carefully, turning towards the Mikaelson compound. “Who are you?”

“Oh, silly me.” You shook your head. “I’m one of Kol’s old friends. I heard he was in a new relationship. Heard his old one ended rather abruptly.”

“From what he told me, she was kind of psychotic.” Davina countered.

“Well, aren’t all vampires a little crazy?” You questioned.

“Kol isn’t like that.” She defended. “Not anymore at least.”

“Interesting.” You nodded, seeing Kol standing down the street. “Say, I have to go. Tell Kol Y/N is back in town and looking forward to seeing him soon.”

You disappeared into the crowd on the street, careful to not let Kol see you. You knew talking to Davina and asking her to deliver your message to Kol would get his attention. He probably wouldn’t let her go anywhere without him, but he wouldn’t tell her why. He wouldn’t tell her that he’s worried for her safety.

A few days later, you made your way through the Quarter. It was a nice day, plenty of people wandering around. You were walking through the shops when a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you down a nearby alley.

“Well well, didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon.” You smiled at him.

“What are you doing here?” He replied tightly.

“Is that any way to greet the woman you love, Kol?” You teased.

“Y/N, we broke up years ago.”

“If something is meant to be, it comes back.”

“I know you talked to Davina…”

“Cute little thing, Davina is.” You nodded, walking slow circles around him. “Does she make you happy, my Love? Does she make you feel the same things I can?”

No response. HIs jaw was tightly clenched, his arms crossed sternly over his chest.

“I remember the temptations and the sensations when we were together. Temptation, trynna tell me I should. Sensation, got me thinking I would.” You added, leaning up to speak softly in his ear.

“Don’t judge me cause you said you loved me.” You chuckled, slowly running your fingers over his shoulders as you moved to stand in front of him.

“Leave us alone.” He finally said, his voice low. “I don’t want to see you again, Y/N. Stay away from me and stay away from Davina.”

Another week would pass until you would see Kol again. You had tried to run into Davina again, but she practically vanished. You sent boys to flirt with her, maybe even get her to cheat. You sent girls to Kol for the same reason. Neither attempts were successful. You paid a witch to give Davina nightmares, claiming her ancestors were ashamed of her for dating a vampire. That lasted three nights before she rid herself of them.

You entered the compound with the intent of talking to Klaus about his brother. Part of you hoped Davina was part of some rivalry against Klaus and maybe Klaus needed another hand. Instead, you ran into Kol in the front room.

“I thought I told you-” He tried to fight with you.

“I didn’t come for you, hot stuff.” You rolled your eyes. “But since you’re here…”

“What do you want?” He sighed in annoyance.

“You.”

“Y/N, I’ve moved on. I’m happy. Why can’t you?”

You paused for a moment, wondering if maybe he really was happy.

“Is it true?” You settled on. “Is it true that you’ve changed?”

“Of course I’ve changed.”

“I meant-” You enunciated. “-have you changed? Have you learned to control yourself?”

He stopped, looking at you with eyes that widened. He let out a sigh and sat on the steps near the back of the room. “I never did learn how to keep it check… Never really cared to…” He said slowly.

You crossed the room to stand in front of him again. “She told me you’re not like the rest of us. Not crazy like I am.” You chuckled and he gave you a small smile.

“Around her, I guess I just don’t need to be.” He shrugged.

“I never hurt her, you know.” You added. “I came here for you. She doesn’t matter to me.”

“She matters to me.”

“So did I.”

“What do you want me to say?” He stood suddenly. “Hmm? Want me to say that I’d drop everything here for you?”

“You used to be willing to drop anything for me not that long ago!”

“That was years ago!”

“Tell me you don’t love me then.” You challenged. “Tell me that you can look at me, right now, and you feel absolutely nothing.”

He brought his gaze to your face, eye flicking to register your features. His eyes traced the angle of your jaw, the curve of your lips, before finally meeting your eyes. He swallowed hard, and it felt like your heart was going to fall out of your chest. It was like you could hear your heartbeat.

“I feel like a sinner, a little closer to Hell.” He managed in a choked voice. “Cause it burns when I’m with you.”

“Just say the word and I’m yours, baby.” You whispered and stepped closer to him. Your hand landed on his arm carefully.

“I never stopped loving you, Y/N.” He replied in the same quiet tone. “Every night I dream of you. Every day I hear your voice, I see your face in the crowd. When you came back, Y/N, I came alive again. I’ve never felt more myself than when I’m with you.”

“Tell me what you want.” You said lowly in his ear, your fingers dancing up his arm and over his shoulder, travelling until you found the back of his neck. “Give in to the temptation, baby.”

“I love you.” He breathed. That was all you needed to hear.

Within a moment, you had jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands immediately found their place under your thighs, gripping tight enough to bruise. You locked your ankles together, squeezing your legs a little tighter around him and drawing a groan from him. Both of your hands tangled into his hair as his lips met yours forcefully as he rolled his hips against you, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.

Your lips moved in sync, dancing together as if no time had passed between you two. It was as if you had never been apart, never been with anyone else but him. No one knew your body like he did, no one knew what you wanted. Only Kol could ignite your body with a single touch.

His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You took his between your teeth lightly, slipping your tongue into his mouth instead. Your kisses soon became messier, a harsh clash of tongues and teeth and lips.

Your back met the wall within a few seconds, knocking a gasp out of you. Kol’s mouth travelled down, across your jaw and down to your throat. He nipped and sucked lightly, tracing his tongue over the gentle mark he left. He knew it would heal before you two were done, but that didn’t stop him. Especially when the sounds spilling from your lips were so encouraging.

His hands slid up your legs and up your stomach, pushing your shirt up and over your head. After he discarded yours, you worked on the buttons on his shirt, purposefully letting your knuckles graze his lean figure. His mouth had found a new place on your chest when he groaned against your skin, quickly ripping his own shirt off his arms.

“Someone’s excited, isn’t he?” You panted, nails digging into Kol’s shoulders.

“I love you, Y/N.” Was all he could say, his breath fanning against your chest.

“Show me.” You said between breaths, carefully placing your feet on the floor. You pushed him back by his chest and he whimpered at the loss of contact. You smirked flirtatiously before placing a kiss at the base of his throat. “Show me just how much you love me.”

“You’re gonna regret that.” He smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to his room.

He locked the door behind him before tossing you onto the bed. A giggle left your lips when you landed on your back. Quickly, Kol undid his belt and kicked off his jeans. He crawled over you, bringing your wrists above your head and locking them to the headboard with his belt.

“No fun.” You pouted, your breath settling. “You never complained before.” He said with a chuckle. “Well, that was when I could touch you whenever I wanted.” “You’ll get your turn, Darling.” He mumbled against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Oh, bite me.” You complained, gasping as he left soft kisses down your throat. “As you wish.” He smiled, his teeth sunk into your shoulder gently and you felt a thin stream of blood slide down your arm. “Shit, I hate you.” You gasped, your back arching against him. He chuckled slightly as he slid down your body, kissing and gently nipping at the skin. He left a trail of bruises and marks that were already healing as he traveled to unbutton and remove your jeans. “You are so beautiful when you beg for me.” He said quietly, causing you to shiver. “I’m not begging yet, Baby.” You replied. “You will.” He winked. The night was long, full of passion and panting. Old feelings were revived, new feelings were explored. It was as if you and Kol were never apart, yet it was as if you two were meeting for the first time. Over and over you two brought each other to edge, pushing the other to ecstasy in any way you could. The next morning was when reality set in. Kol had a decision to make. You or Davina. The one thing neither of you knew was that Davina heard his confessions. She heard Kol admit he still loved you, that he never stopped loving you. She saw him kiss you, saw the way he looked at you. Davina knew what was going to happen next between her and Kol. But Kol, as he laid with your head on his chest as sleep found finally found you, didn't know what to do. He felt his heart was being pulled in two separate directions, two separate ends of the spectrum. And he had to choose between the girl he couldn't forget, the girl who made him feel alive, the girl who has owned his heart for over 500 years or the girl who was as sweet as could be, the girl who was so forgiving, the girl who made him think he could live without Y/N.

[elfrootaddict]

SHE IS THE KEY - Chapter 5/5

DESCRIPTION: Solas is desperate to meet the person who survived the explosion at the Conclave. Things certainly didn’t go as planned.

SERIES: Halla & Wolf

VOLUME: 2

Solas quickly hides back behind the rubble wall, “I’m sorry?”

The dwarf reaches the top of the stairs, “There is reason dwarves live underground, you know,” exhaling from almost complete exhaustion, “Way too many hills on the surface.”

Solas looks at the dwarf in utter confusion as he promptly sits down next to him. Holding his crossbow ready for attack. For the first time in a long time, Solas doesn’t quite know what to think or say. 

“Anyway,” the dwarf continues on. “I noticed you on the bridge before. You certainly aren’t from around here are you?”

“What gave me away?”

“Oh nothing much,” he looks down at Solas’s feet. “Just the fact that you’re not wearing any shoes in the middle of winter.”

Solas can’t help himself and smiles as he releases a genuine chuckle.

“I’m Solas.”

“Varric Tethras,” extending his hand out, “At your service.” 

Solas brings his hand out and shakes Varric’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Durgen’len.”

“Maker,” huffs Varric with confusion. “I hope that’s a compliment.”

Solas, always happy to teach, smiles sincerely. “It means, ‘Child of the Stone’.”

“I see,” smiles Varric in return as he shirks his shoulders. “Well I have been called worse things.”

Solas is quite taken with this dwarf, and is still trying to comprehend the fact that this Varric Tethras is now sitting next to him. Also, Solas finds it incredibly hard not to stare at his chest hair.  With the dwarf’s golden mane literally shimmering in the sunlight, Solas feels like Varric’s chest hair is actually staring back at him.

“Why are you here?” asks Solas looking purposefully into Varric’s eyes.

“Well honestly, I know a good story when I see one,” begins Varric as he strokes the side of his crossbow. “And Bianca and I have been getting a little bored. Besides,” looking back at Solas, “You’ve attracted quite the attention now, haven’t you?”

Solas peers over the rubble behind him, “Yes, it seems I-,” whipping his head back in confusion. “I’m sorry, who?”

“Bianca,” and with a deep, meaningful look in his eyes. “The only woman I’ll ever need,” and looks back at Solas with a smirk. “Trust me, you’re gonna want to have her around when we try to kill those demons down there.”

It seems there is no getting rid of you and… Bianca, is there?

Solas also realises that since he is unable to close the rift himself, he will need all the help he can get in killing off the demons. And this dwarf seems to be good enough company. 

Looking down at Bianca and then at Varric, Solas resides back to usual self, “I see. Well Master Tethras, shall we? I could certainly use the help.”

“Yeah, no shit,” remarks Varric with a chuckle as he stands up and rests Bianca on his shoulder. “And besides, only an insane person would come this close to the temple alone.”

Solas stands up too and casts his protective enchantment on them both.

As the two of carefully make their way closer to the demonds, Varric looks at Solas confused, “Did you bump your head on a rock?”

“No. Why?”

“Then why else would you come all the way out here, by yourself?”

Varric and Solas soon reach the edge of the small drop and prepare to dump down into the ruins below.

“I have just come from seeing the prisoner-” remarks Solas looking towards the demons below. 

“Wait, the prisoner who…”

“Yes.”

Jumping down from the edge together, Solas and Varric immediately engage with the demons into a battle. Accessing his primordial magic, Solas stretches his out as he hails a rain of fire onto the shade demons. 

Using Bianca’s unique firing power, Varric then goes for the wraiths who are throwing balls of Fade magic towards their direction. 

“Why were you with the prisoner?” shouts Varric above the noise of their battle.

“I happen to know a great deal about the magic at play here,” shouts Solas back as he builds up a ball of electricity and hurls it at one of the shade demons, causing it to convulse into a spasm and eventually die. “And so, I came to offer my assistance in sealing the Breach.”

Varric shoots a cluster of arrows into the sky, causing them to rain down on the remaining shade demons. The demons cry out in pain as they fail to dodge the shower of arrows. 

While the demons try to shield themselves from Bianca’s wrath, Solas quickly freezes one, allowing the falling arrows to shatter the second shade demon into tiny fragments. 

Varric runs to take cover from the wraiths attacks and hides behind some rubble next to Solas, “What do you know that any circle mage doesn’t?” asks Varric as he starts shooting at the last shade demon, which is still trying to remove the arrows protruding out of its body. 

“I spend a lot of time in the Fade,” answers Solas as he manipulates the energy in the air and creates a miniature lighting storm, electrifying the wraiths as it dances around them, “This has allowed me to seek and gain knowledge from Spirits that know a great deal more than any living person alive today.”

“Well, that’s...” murmurs Varric looking away alarmed. “Something. I guess.”

Solely concentrating on the demons, Solas simply answers, “It is,” and continues his attacks on the wraiths. “In any event, the prisoner might hold the key to stopping all of this. I have managed to prevent the magic from killing her, but she is still unconscious and I fear she may never wake,” eventually one of the wraiths fall to Solas’s magic and perishes. “That is why I came here, to try and seal the rifts myself.”

Varric stops to reload Bianca, “Well then let's hope she pulls through, as I don’t think I can live in a world roaming with demons all day.”

Then suddenly from the corner of his eye, Solas sees Cassandra flying in the air and causes the ground to tremble as she lands. Her sword drawn, and her face fierce and determined.  

Cassandra doesn’t even bother to take note of Solas or Varric, and starts screaming as she charges straight for the last shade demon.

While still comprehending the fact that Cassandra has just come out of nowhere is when Solas sees a massive ball of lightning fly passed him, instantly killing one of the wraiths. 

Whipping his head around, Solas sees another person standing at the edge they recently jumped from. Her silver, shoulder length hair being swept up by a quick icy, breeze. And Solas can hardly believe his eyes. 

She’s alive?!

The prisoner jumps off the edge and with a staff in her right hand, runs straight towards the remaining demons. Her face is hard and serious as she builds a ball of fire at the tip of her staff and then slams the base onto the ground, causing sparks to flash out, and in the same moment she hurls the fireball towards the last wraith. 

Solas watches the wraith burn alive as it finally perishes into thin air. 

Cassandra then goes for the final blow with her sword and pierces straight through the shade demon, causing it to cry out in pain as it disappears into the earth.

Seizing the opportunity, Solas decides to test his theory. Everything he has endured up until now has led to this moment. With his heart pounding in his chest and adrenaline surging throughout his body in anticipation, he leaps towards the prisoner and attempts to grab her wrist.

The prisoner, startled by Solas appearing so close and also out of nowhere, steps back and they lock eyes.

Lavender. 

Solas tries to shout above the noise coming from the rift, “Quickly! Before more come through!” and then forcibly grabs the prisoner’s left wrist and aims it towards the rift. 

Turning to face the prisoner, Solas watches her close her eyes as she understands what he trying to get her to do. As she tries to focus, Solas intensely focuses her face distort as she concentrates. Her determination profoundly evident. And eventually with a simple gesture, the magic of the Anchor reacts to her desires and green, electric energy shoots out from her hand and towards the rift. And because of his hold on her wrist, the static energy from the Anchor runs across Solas’s arm, but he ignores it. He only concentrates on her.

Meanwhile, the rift violently starts to expand and distort as the pressure builds. Until it finally explodes before them.

She closed the rift! 

With the rift now gone, the prisoner rips her hand away from Solas’s tense grip and brings her arms close to her body as she cradles her hand to try and relieve herself from the pain. 

“What did you do?” cries the prisoner as she looks at Solas confused.

Elated by the fact that his theory of the Anchor is actually correct, Solas feels an immense amount of pressure fall off his shoulders. Also, he’s delighted that Cassandra no longer has an excuse to chop his head off. He is quite fond of having it attached to his body and intends to keep it that way.  

You may have stolen my Anchor, but at least it wasn’t for naught. You are at least useful, for the time being.

Immediately recognising the shift in power between them, Solas knows he must gain this prisoner’s favour so that he can remain close to the Anchor. Therefore, for the sake of appearances, Solas smiles and humbles himself, “I did nothing. The credit is yours.”

Anxious to hear what she has to say in response, Solas watches the prisoner contemplate the reality of her situation as she looks down at her hand.

Eventually she murmurs, “At least this is good for something.”

Humble.

Solas leaps at the chance to educate, “Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand,” and releases a subtle smirk of pride. “I theorised that the mark might be able to close the rifts that had opened within the Breaches wake. And it seems I was correct.”

Cassandra then steps forward and stands next to the prisoner, adding to Solas’s theory, “Meaning it could also close the Breach itself.”

“Possibly,” still trying to appear humble himself, Solas brings his hands forward and fiddles with them awkwardly, “It seems you hold the key to our salvation.”

The prisoner stares at Solas with her wide, lavender eyes and says nothing. He can see her mind trying to comprehend it all as she takes in her the reality of the situation. And even though she is trying her best to appear calm, clearly her heart is pounding and her face begins to loose colour. 

“Good to know!” shouts Varric from afar as he breaks the silence between them, adjusting his gloves. “Here I thought we’d be ass deep in demons forever.” and slowly walks towards the rest of the party.

“Varric Tethras,” begins Varric as the prisoner turns around to meet his advance. “Rogue, storyteller and occasionally,” looking at Cassandra. “An unwelcome tag-along.” and promptly finishes with a cheeky wink.

Cassandra’s face scrunches up as she almost releases a growl.

“Are you with the Chantry or…?”

Solas bursts out laughing with a quiet chuckle, “Was that a serious question?”

She really is Dalish. 

Varric corrects her, “Technically I’m a prisoner,” looking down and fiddling nervously with his gloves. “Just like you.”

“I brought you hear to tell your story to the Divine,” interjects Cassandra. “Clearly that is no longer necessary.”

Varric defensively throws his hands in the air, “Yet, here I am. Lucky for you. Considering current events.”

The prisoner bows her head respectively towards Varric, “It’s good to meet you, Varric.” 

Remembering how Varric came to be in his company, Solas can’t help himself and playfully adds, “You may regret that stance, in time.” 

Varric smiles and shifts around, “Aww. I’m sure we’ll become great friends in the valley, Chuckles.”

Chuckles?

Cassandra almost leaps onto Varric as she cries, “Absolutely not!” and lets out a loud, audible sigh. “Your help is appreciated Varric but-”

"Have you been in the valley lately Seeker? Your soldiers aren’t in control anymore,” looking deep into Cassandra’s eyes, he whispers with a cheeky smile, “You need me.”

After a long, intense stare down between them, Cassandra shakes her head in annoyance and only manages to grunt in response before walking away.

Solas then takes a few steps closer to the prisoner and points his hand towards his chest, “My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions,” and drop his hand as he forces a smile. “I am pleased to see you still live.”  

“He means,” interrupts Varric. “I kept that mark from killing you while you slept’.”

The prisoner turns to face Solas with a subtle smile, “My name is El’lana. You seem to know a great deal about it all.”

Pleasantly surprised to hear such a statement from a Dalish elf, Solas offers a meek smile in return. Throughout his travels, the Dalish have never wanted to hear what Solas had come to say to them. They would always dismiss him, and would even go so far as to call him “flat-ears”. And although that was not the worst thing Solas has been called in his lifetime, after a couple of attempts and only receiving rejections from the very people he wanted to save, he decided to dismiss the Dalish completely. Leaving them to their pride, and fragmented knowledge, and outright lies.

“Like you, El’lana,” adds Cassandra. “Solas is an apostate.” 

Solas looks slightly irritated towards Cassandra as he subtly snaps, “Technically all mages are now apostates Cassandra,” and with impulsive eagerness to share his knowledge, Solas looks back at El’lana, “My travels have allowed me to learn much of the Fade. Far beyond the experience of any circle mage. I came to offer any help I can give with the Breach. If it is not closed, we are all doomed regardless of origin.”

“And what will you do once this is all over?” asks Lana innocently.

Ah, quite the curious one aren’t you? 

But being a master of deceit, Solas easily shifts the conversation towards something he’s more comfortable discussing and ignores Lana’s question entirely. And even though Solas is addressing El’lana directly, he makes sure he speaks loud enough for Cassandra to hear, too, “One hopes those in power will remember who helped and who did not,” and now purposefully addresses the Seeker, Solas turns his gaze. “Cassandra, you should know: the magic involved here is unlike any I’ve seen. Your prisoner is a mage, but I find it difficult to imagine any mage having such power.” 

Cassandra bows her head respectfully, “Understood,” and starts walking towards an embankment. “We must get to the forward camp. Quickly.”  

As Solas follows Cassandra’s lead, he can feel Lana’s eyes follow him. Hopefully he has made the right impression and will be able to remain close to the Anchor.

“Well,” announces Varric as he throws his hands up in the air. “Bianca’s excited.” 

With the last one remaining, Lana watches on as her captor, a well-informed elf and a confident dwarf walk through the rubble and down the embankment.

And then looking down at the mark on her hand, she realises that her life will never be the same again. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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[kellanved-ammanas]

Merasmus Ships: Soldier - Innocent

“She is innocent of any and all wrongdoing,” Soldier said, hugging of his ‘pet’ raccoon to his chest and angling it away so that his body was between it and Merasmus. As if that could protect it for long. “Do not blame her.”

“I told you, you could keep it as long it as it didn’t make a mess and it made a mess so get it out of my house.” Merasmus was being as lenient as he possibly could for Soldier’s sake. If he had it his way, he’d kill the damn thing with a fireball.

“I told you, she did not do it. She is very well trained and behaved.” It was literally chewing and clawing at his arms even as he talked. He didn’t seem to care though, it’d be the death of him one day. “It was the ghost, I saw it. It ripped up your spell book and scattered the pieces everywhere. I was going to tell you but then you came home and saw it before I could and now you’re trying to blame Darling for that and it’s not fair.”

“For the last fucking time there is no ghost.” Merasmus had banished all the ghosts from the premises before moving in. Soldier continued to insist there was one though, had ever since he’d moved in.

“No, there is a ghost, it’s just never shown itself to you for some reason. And it does not like Darling so it is trying to make you get rid of her by making a mess of your precious things. She is innocent though and I can prove it.”

Merasmus really ought to just kick the both of them out, banish them to another realm if that’s what it took to be rid of them and he was tempted to. But despite everything he was rather fond of Soldier in a way he didn’t really want to admit to, even to himself but there were times when he had to. So he’d give him this one last chance to keep his ‘pet’ raccoon – why couldn’t he have become super attached to a cat instead? That’d be so much easier and more pleasant to deal with.

“Fine, prove it. And it better be good or I’m going to banish Darling to the lowest depths of hell where it belongs.”

“Don’t you dare.” Soldier gave him a look somewhere between a pouting face and a glare. It was almost comical and endearing except for the fact that Merasmus was still pissed at his damn ‘pet’. “Now, let’s go.”

Holding Darling like a baby – it seemed to have calmed it down some or it had given up on escaping for now – Soldier led the way out of his room and then to the basement; the scene of the crime. The damaged spell book lay open on the table. Three pages had been torn out, leaving only small jagged strips behind in the book. The rest of those pages were torn up and scattered on the floor in front of the table.

Merasmus’ blood boiled at the sight of it still. One of his precious spell books had been damaged beyond repair. And it was one of the oldest ones too, making the information inside it very valuable. And now that damn oversized rat had ripped it up.

Soldier marched right up to the mess. “First, look at the size of the pieces, Darling could not have torn them up this much. Nor could she have sprinkled them on the ground like this. If it had been her, the pages would still be in the book and just torn up with claw marks and perhaps chewed on a bit. Second, the book was on the shelf. I know because I saw it and you always yell at me when I leave your spell books laying out. You never leave them out. And third, she spends most of her time in my room because she knows you don’t like her. So, she wasn’t even down here when it happened.”

Taking the time to look at it more rationally, Soldier had maybe a point. The book should’ve been on the shelf and the pattern of destruction didn’t match with what a raccoon would naturally do. And while she did leave Soldier’s room sometimes it wasn’t often. So… perhaps Merasmus had been wrong? Ugh, how… embarrassing.

“How do I know you didn’t help her? Maybe you left out the book and she clawed it up so you did this to hide that so you could say the ghost that supposedly haunts our home that only you’ve ever seen did it.”

Soldier just looked at him in silence for a few seconds before replying. “I did not. It was the ghost. I saw it happen.” He was firm and insistent as if he truly believed what he said. Which didn’t mean it wasn’t a lie; all of Soldier’s honesty and not knowing how to tell a lie could easily be an act. … One he never dropped even when he had every reason to believe he was unobserved and never faltered on for years. How likely was that really?

But if it wasn’t a lie, that meant he could only be telling the truth, right? Once more putting Merasmus in the camp of having been wrong about two things this time: the ghost and Darling being the culprit in this crime.

“So,” Soldier said, “now that we have established that Darling did not do it, I’m going to put her to bed. She’s had a long stressful experience and she needs a nap.”

Merasmus watched in silence as Soldier walked past him and started back up the stairs. Dammit, now Merasmus now had to chose to believe him and apologize for trying to kill and then remove Darling or not and kick Darling and probably Soldier with her out. … Or he could clean up and try pretend it didn’t happen, certainly an appealing option and therefore the best one.

 -

Except it wasn’t the best one because Soldier continued to be upset about it. He didn’t say anything, he just purposefully avoided Merasmus, especially when it came to making conversation. As a result, it wasn’t even two whole weeks before Merasmus found himself knocking on Soldier’s bedroom door with a grimace on his face.

Soldier naturally answered it within seconds. “Yes?” he said, sounding almost formal about it. He was still upset and perhaps had a right to be since Merasmus had tried to kill his precious ‘pet’.

“I… was wrong and I apologize,” Merasmus replied, saying it as fast he possibly could, the words like acid on his tongue. He was great and powerful wizard, he wasn’t supposed to be wrong about stuff.

Soldier perked up, a stupid grin splaying across his face. “Apologize to Darling too, she’s the one who needs it the most,” he said as he stepped back into his room and gestured for Merasmus to enter.

With a sigh, he did. It was clean and tidy as expected; Soldier was a lot of things but messy wasn’t one of them. Next to his neatly made bed was a baby carriage, inside of which was the raccoon in question. It seemed to have accumulated to life with Soldier as it wasn’t struggling and didn’t seem upset. Maybe Soldier really had tamed it.

Soldier stepped up to stand in front of it. “I am sorry.” Again, he said it as fast he possibly could. The sooner this was done, the better. “There, happy?” he said, turning back to Soldier who was smiling even wider now.

“Yes,” he replied. “And now that we’re all friends again, I can help you catch that ghost. It needs to go because it wants Darling gone.”

Merasmus sighed and shook his head. “Fine, let’s catch the damn ghost.” He needed to see if it was really real anyway. And anything to move on from having to admit he was wrong and apologize for it was extremely welcome.

[nalufever]

Can I request a fanfic involving Jellal as a doctor/med student and Erza running on a treadmill while connected to a heart monitor as part of a stress test; the stress proving too much for Erza's heart, resulting in a massive heart attack and Jellal must revive her?

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I altered the ask just a wee bit, deciding against Erza having a heart attack - but I kept it darn close to the premise.

>@tangledcharm as their belated Summer Fic Exchange story. I understand you like Jerza, so I hope you enjoy this with the tiny bit of implied Gruvia I wove into the story. Word count ran to just over 1600, so I used a ‘read-more’ ~ 

Here we go!~ ‘Doctor Sexy’

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“I don’t need you keeping tabs on me.” Erza glared at her partner, Detective Gray Fullbuster - who only shrugged and smiled even more as the flimsy hospital gown on Det. Scarlet gaped where it shouldn’t and strained to contain in the front.

“You ditched out the last two times, I’m under strict orders to make sure you stay.”

“You know we had emergencies.” Erza gave one last longing look at the chair in the corner, piled with her clothes - and best of all, in her estimation, her gun and badge. “Why don’t you go find Nurse Lockser and have a nice visit? She’ll be upset if she finds out you came to the hospital and didn’t see her.”

“Do you think you’ll get rid of me that easy?” scoffed Gray, “We see each other plenty at home. Captain will have me running errands, or worse if you don’t get this stress test done. ”

“He’d never pair you with Dragneel again.” Erza grimaced and heaved a sigh. “The department budget can’t take such a sustained hit and I’d hate to have to train another newbie.”

“What are you sayin’?” Gray frowned. “I’d kill Dragneel, I kicked his ass hard the last time we –”

“Excuse me?”

Both Detectives turned to look at the interloper. Fullbuster glanced at the doctor and then back at his partner. Gray hadn’t seen Erza this quiet since the last time she’d consumed a whole strawberry cake on a dare.

“Great! The doctor’s here and I can leave, knowing you’re in good hands.” Gray smirked at his now blushing partner, heading for the exit. Over his shoulder, he said, “Follow his orders like a good person.”

“I’m not a good girl!” Erza hurled her response to a closing door. She huffed and crossed her arms. “I’m very much a –”

“Good person?”

“–Yes.” Erza’s brain caught up with Gray’s last statement, what she’d just said, and what her doctor had said. Running away wasn’t in the cards. Well, not until after the stress test. “Last week was gender conformity training, and … that doesn’t matter.” Erza realized she was gripping her gown way too hard and relaxed her hands. “This won’t take long, will it?”

“Long enough that I should introduce myself. I’m Doctor Fernandez, Jellal to my friends.” Jellal held out his hand to Erza. “I’m pleased to meet you, Detective Scarlet. Word is, you’re responsible for putting away the hoodlums who’ve been tagging graffiti.”

Erza hurriedly wiped her palm on her gown and thrust her hand against Jellal’s, pumping it up and down rigorously. “One of many!” Did that make sense? Lord have mercy, no it did not. She could withstand the cool and suave looks of Fullbuster, didn’t turn a hair at the tanned, handsome face of Dragneel - so why was this tall and debonair doctor making her ovaries melt? “I mean, one of many collars I’ve been involved with.” Wish I could be involved with you…

“Of course.” A polite smile on his face, Dr. Fernandez nodded and his smile morphed into a full-blown grin.

Damn. He looked even better with a bit of devil glinting in his eyes. Erza couldn’t help her answering smile.

“Um, if you’d let go of my hand?”

No mercy for the wicked. Goddammit. Erza released Jellal and changed her wish. Instead of clothes, she’d accept a nice big hole to fall into. “Sorry.”

“Even though it’s a simple stress test, lots of people do experience nerves doing this.” Jellal kept his professionalism, trying to put his patient at ease. “Once we get you on the treadmill and running, the hard part is over.”

“Okay.” Erza gulped. Would Dr. Sexy watch her run? Thank heavens for small mercies - today’s undergarment was a serviceable sports bra. No horrible wobbling breasts. But then again, ugh, boring black elastic. If only she’d known the doctor on duty for this was so delectable. Cool hands pressed the patches onto her skin, quickly under her gown and gone in an instant.

“Step this way.” Dr. Fernandez gestured to the waiting treadmill. “I read your chart, I’m sure this isn’t anything you can’t handle.”

“Okay.” Really? What’s with the vocabulary of a four-year-old? Ugh! Stepping onto the exercise equipment, Erza vowed to herself - no more stupid actions! This was just like going for a jog - or chasing a criminal. Run and keep running. But no criminal had ever looked so good in a long, white lab coat. It had to be some kind of sin to be that attractive.

Doing her best to focus, Erza lowered her head and watched her feet as she ran. One minute, two - but insatiable curiosity had her staring at Dr. Jellal. He was checking off squares on his papers - and lost his grip on his pen. It arced, he almost caught it - but it spun off his fingers and tumbled to the floor. Into the corner, it rolled and he turned to pick it up.

Whoa! The doctor didn’t sit on that ass all day. Ooh! Taut and nicely rounded.

The sudden beeping alarms startled both Erza and Jellal - who dropped his paperwork and pen onto the desk to monitor the treadmill. “An anomaly - these things happen.”

Not so much reassured as embarrassed, Erza nodded. She was breathing a little heavy, but not dangerously out-of-breath. Maybe later she could say something more stimulating than ‘okay.’ As long as she didn’t grunt - that would be something she couldn’t come back from, for sure!

Giving up on being subtle, Erza watched the doctor as he tidied his desk, shuffled papers and picked up his pen. It looked like an expensive gift, she couldn’t read the engraving of course but had script on the barrel. Let it be from a parent. Would he stick the pen in his mouth as he thought? Ooh. Thinking of that led Erza’s imagination to a bluer neck of the woods.

Was it getting hot in here? Normally ten minutes of running was a warm-up. Gah! Dr. Sexy was going to stick the pen in his mouth! No, almost, but no. Jellal held it pressed to his chin and then moved to slide it into his top pocket. Well, he tried - and failed. His fingers caught on his shirt, ripping off the button and sending it pinging to the floor.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Dr. Fernandez ignored his gaping shirt to check on the alarming machine - read and analyzed the data on the screen and chuckled. “Unexpected, but if it alarms for no good reason once, it can do it a second time.”

Face red from more than the running, Erza gave her blue-haired Adonis a shaky smile. “F-f-fine!”

“No need to waste breath on speaking, you’re doing great.” Jellal smiled, adjusting a few dials. “It shouldn’t go off again like that.”

Dr. Sexy had a wonderful smile. Oh, he’s gonna go sit at his desk again. Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to have him close to me in better circumstances. What if I caught him speeding and pulled him over? My deluded and delirious brain forgot I’d left traffic violation duties a long time ago. Right now, all I could do was fantasize about exactly how I’d let him beg his way out of a ticket…

Erza’s eyes glazed a bit and she ran harder, feet pounding along on the treadmill, reaching speeds only the most aggressive athletes could attain.

“Not much longer, it’s amazing how hard you’re going at it!” Honest appreciation coloured Jellal’s words. “Keep it up!”

Yes. Oh baby, once I get my hands on you, you’ll be keeping it up. As long as I didn’t blurt out my dark desires I could enjoy all my saucy thoughts without fear.

Jellal was fumbling with his gaping shirt, paying no attention to the skillful way I was mentally undressing him, nossir. His long, elegant fingers pulled on his shirt, but to no avail - nothing but another button would fix his problem. So why was he unbuttoning more? Yowza - he had a fine set of pectorals to go with that tight ass. He shrugged his shoulders and closed his shirt by purposefully making it crooked.

Dr. Jellal ruffled his hair, massaging his neck - and that’s when Erza’s doom was sealed. He had the smallest and most possibly, cutest tattoo. Unable to keep balance and ogle with her mind taken with new sordid images, Erza tripped.

Beep! Thud! Beep! Beep!

On her back; arms and legs akimbo, Erza was silent.

Jellal killed the treadmill and ran to Erza’s side. Cautious hands checked for broken bones and strains. Ascertaining relative health, Jellal listened to Erza’s heart. Strong and rapid beats - well within the normal range for her previous exertions. She moaned and began to stir.

Erza moaned and began to stir. She opened her eyes to see Dr. Fernandez inches from her face. “Am I dead?”

“No, you’re going to be fine.”

“Y’sure?” Erza blinked and tilted her head, hissing as the motion hurt. “But I must be dead, there’s no angels on earth.”

“You’re alive but you’re right about angels, they don’t come down to earth.” Jellal shook his head. “I’m no angel and once we get you sorted out, I’ll have to take you on a date and show you my devil’s tail.”

Erza giggled. “I’ve seen it.” She reached out and patted the side of his neck. “It’s almost as cute as you.”

“Ah, you saw that tattoo?“ He winked and squeezed Erza’s hands that he still held. “That’s not my only one.”

@writer-appreciation

[mlpdestinyverse]

“Fractured. Shattered.”

Upon his disownment, Skychaser discovers something so much more painful.

Feat. Skychaser,  Summer Rush

Story and Description Under The Cut

‘Haha...it hurts…Celestia, it fucking hurts…’ Skychaser pulled himself to the top of his home’s staircase, catching his breath through gritted teeth. As he limped forward he let out a soft hiss and was forced to stop in the middle of the dark hallway. His hoof grabbed onto what he was now sure had to be a dislocated arm. If not that, then his father had a crushing grip beyond his imagination. ‘As if it was my fault...as if I wanted this to happen…’ It was vivid in his mind; the mortified looks on his parent’s faces, as he was delivered to their doorstep by the local PD. He remembered how he had stupidly let his guard down as he turned to anxiously watch the officers leave, only for his oh-so-short-sighted weight-lifter of a father to furiously lunge for his foreleg and wrench him inside at full force. Not that it helped Skychaser that panic took over and he instinctively tried to jerk himself away, only for Dumbbell’s grip to tighten. And then came the unforgiving hostility. He knew his parents would have shouted at him if it hadn’t been so late at night. And it was all because he had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and had been caught with the wrong ponies against his own will. But it clearly didn’t matter what his side of the story was. After all, their humiliation was all it took for Sky to no longer have a place in their home. “Wasting space”, his mother had said. It was strange. Skychaser didn’t even know how he was supposed to react. The initial shock had left him. When he had stared into the icy fury that had been his mother’s eyes, it was like everything had been building up to that very moment. He wondered if she had been waiting for an excuse all along just to get rid of him for good. He almost wanted to laugh. He couldn’t believe that she honestly wasn’t above doing that. ‘I have until morning to get out, huh...how generous of them to give me that much time.’ he bitterly joked within his mind. And yet, he was going to be free. He would never have to face the daily torment his own mother put him through, and would never have to sneak out, or argue, or tire himself out day after day with adults who simply saw him as a burden. But he had nowhere to go. And he would have nowhere to return to. And that thought, one that he had been suppressing until he was alone, terrified him. Feeling his shoulders shake, Skychaser held his injured arm closer. ‘That...and…’ Skychaser heard the creak of a door behind him and nearly leapt, whipping his head towards the source. And there, standing at her doorway, was his second reason to be afraid. “Sky…?” It only took a split second for him to watch Summer’s expression morph from confusion to concern. And another second later, panic exploded within his mind and Sky was scrambling towards his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. Skychaser breathed heavily, hearing his pulse beat in his ears. ’Why? Why does she have to be awake?!’ Despite his sister’s frantic knocks, and her gentle voice calling his name, Sky pressed his back against the door. His mind raced. He was supposed to quietly leave without goodbyes. He had planned to make this easier, on both of them. What was he supposed to do now? He pulled his legs closer to himself. He could feel the weaker part of him, the part of him that was choking from his fear and wanted to reach out to the one source of comfort that he once knew. His mind became a jumble of the things he so desperately wanted to explain to her, to relieve himself of this sickening dread. ’Stop. Stop you selfish idiot, stop trying to get her involved.’ What was he trying to gain from her this time? Her sympathy? Or did he expect her to march up to their parents and beg them not to kick him out? Selfish. Selfish. ‘She won’t believe me anyway. She thinks I’m some ‘misfit’. Mom’s drilled it into her head by now, I know it. She’ll just hate me too. Why do I keep doing this, why do I keep trying to involve her, why can’t I fucking decide for myself- W H Y?' His breathing quickened into shallow breaths, and he roughly slid a trembling hoof through his hair. Why were his walls breaking now? '...I want to see her.' Of course he knew why. ‘I want to talk to her.' He knew what he feared the most. ‘I don’t want to leave her.' And the more she desperately tried to reach out to him, the more he could feel himself cracking. “….I just want to know you’re okay..." 'Stop.' “...just let me help you." 'I’m beyond help, Summer. Just stop.' “I can do more than just Summer magic this time-" 'PLEASE!' He gripped his head, shutting his eyes tightly. His memories flowed through his mind, taunting him with the simpler days, full of music and teasing and warm naps in the early afternoons. Days that have escaped him, and would forever be out of his reach.

"Whatever I did to make you shut me out, I’m sorry. But I care about you. I’m sorry if I don’t make that clear enough…”

'Why do you still care?!' he wanted to scream, but the words were caught in his throat. Even now she wasted her time worrying about him. HE was making her worry about him. She was too kind. She would do so much better without someone as messed up as he was dragging her down. ….. ‘No. No more. She can’t know. It’s better if I’m gone before she finds out.' ...but he had to make sure of one thing. Because if there was anything he needed to know, anything that’d even bring him a fragment of peace, it was knowing he hadn’t left her alone all this time for nothing; and that he wouldn’t be abandoning her just to suffer like he did. “Are you happy?” …… “Are you happy here?” It was like the air hung heavy with his question, anticipation making him near sick to his stomach. For a moment his sister was silent. His muscles began to ache from the tension. And then… “...I am.” …… Her words were supposed to bring him peace. So why did it feel like his very chest was clenching from anguish? ‘I wanted her to say no...? Was I hoping she’d give me a reason to tell her the truth? Haha...I really am the worst.' Sky swallowed thickly, shakily gripping onto his injured arm for support. If everything he had ever endured with his parents had been mental torture, then knowing what he had to do now was torture of a different kind. He had to hurt her. It was the only way somepony like her would give up and walk away.

Forcing his gritted teeth to part, Skychaser took in a deep breath. And finally, he painfully croaked out his response, his words quivering with raw emotion as he forced them out. ”Then Leave. Me. Alone.” He braced himself. He trembled. And after a few agonizing heartbeats, a single word met his ears. It was soft, and broken, and it alone felt like a small knife to his chest. ”...fine.” Sky listened to her hoofsteps as she dragged herself away to her room. ’I had to do this,’ he insisted within his mind, fighting away the unrelenting guilt. He focused on how she would be better off without him. She’d never have to walk in on her family arguing, or see the parents she loved stressing out over him. Without the stress he brought, Summer would hopefully grow up with one less burden to fret over. She’d grow up without him, into an amazing and talented mare. She’d never have to see him again… ….. ‘I’m never going to see her again.’ Sky took in the deafening silence, and the emptiness of his moonlit room as dust flitted through the cold light. It was then that it truly set in how painfully alone he was. And he finally broke. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, a sob ripping from his throat. He struggled with shuddery breaths as he leaned his head back, tears blurring his vision. 'Forget about me... Please just forget about me.'

“And I’ve lost who I am And I can’t understand Why my heart is so broken Rejecting your…”

“Shattered” by Trading Yesterday.

When you’re treated like a burden, you can start to really believe you are one. Mental and emotional abuse completely rewires how you view yourself and the world around you.

"Shattered" is the companion piece to the previous part, "Fractured". Here we see Sky’s POV of the day he was kicked out, and we begin to see the effects of Lightning’s manipulation and verbal abuse on his mental state. “Selfish”. After constant exposure to the word, it’s one he came to associate himself with. Upon taking to the streets, Sky coped by fully closing off his heart from anyone and everything. Indifference and a cold, aggressive demeanor meant keeping himself safe, physically and emotionally. Luckily, after a few months of living on the streets, Skychaser was welcomed in by a special facility called the Cutie Mark Sanctuary. The highly-successful facility was founded by the Cutie Mark Crusaders and is a haven where children can learn, express themselves, or find a temporary home in case of homelessness. It was  certain orange pegasus of the Crusaders who found him and invited him to the sanctuary. In the end, Sky decided to go in for the latter-most reason, but originally had no intention of opening up or forming friendly relations or participating in any of the “silly” activities and classes the Sanctuary offered. Good thing that changed, and not only did he come to find his true calling, but he also found a loving family and a forever-home. 

PS: What happened with Sky that led to him being found by officers here was purposefully left vague. It’s a concept that still hasn’t solidified in my mind, so for now just assume he had an accidental run-in with some streetgoers that turned sour.

[chrysanthemumpink]

People keep saying that this is how computer adaptability works and comparing it to the decrease in the lack of CD-ROM drives and Floppy Disk readers.

But this is completely different! And do you want to know why? Because, previous changes were consumer led. They came AFTER the technology had run its course, had viable alternatives, and didn’t force a majority of customers to adapt for profit. Also, Apple is lying. This isn’t innovation, it’s a purposeful manipulation of the market that makes physical ownership of content more difficult.

The Floppy Disk wasn’t just abandoned. It was replaced by CD-ROM in the 90s as a more portable & less expensive alternative. And even then, CDs had existed for more than a decade before computer manufacturers made the permanent switch in 2003. And despite the switch, the production of the floppy disks themselves continued until 2011. By the time floppy disks truly faded from production, most ppl didn’t even own one. And when CD-ROM became “obsolete,” they weren’t ripped from the market and even today it’s fairly easy to find readers that are cheap and/or included with desktops or laptops.

But here’s the thing? CD’s aren’t obsolete. Neither are DVDs, USB, and Ethernet and SDs. Not really. What is there to replace them? You could say cloud, streaming, etc. But those aren’t actually replacements, they are just different forms of consuming materials. And a majority of consumers will be inconvenienced without those things. Like how would you even connect a wired mechanical keyboard? That’s not adaptation, it’s inconveniencing consumers until they get used to it.

But it’s more than inconvenience. What all of these exclusions do is get rid of physical data. It slowly ostracizes consumers from the very concept of physical data and that is incredibly dangerous. All softwares, ad-ons, recordings, and medias being relegated to downloadable accessibility makes these things harder to pirate or share. It also encourages monopolies as it makes smaller, independent production and sharing much more difficult. It also makes the distribution of softwares tied to research & employment more easily controlled by corporations rather than people. And most of all, it takes away consumer control of the things that they use.

Like even PlayStation did this with the PS5? Do you really think not having a physical drive is an innovation? With physical games you can reuse, share, and save. I can play Spider-Man, give to my cousin, and then let any friend borrow it. And unless I bought the physical game online, neither google or Amazon can add that to their algorithmic perception of me. But without that...you have content strictly defined on individual basis and algorithms.

It’s just that all of the growing exclusions aren’t adapting. They are willful manipulations for the sake of changing how large scale consumers ingage with technology and the internet.

The headphone jack was not obsolete. It was purposefully left out to sway the market towards $100 Bluetooth. Physical gaming disk drives aren’t growing obsolete. They are being purposefully phased out so that the consumer begins to rely on individual downloads and algorithm rather than sharing and saving. And USB/Ethernet/SD/HDMI are not obsolete either. They are just being ignored so as to get consumers to change their perception of tech and accessibility. As if having a computer that’s only compatible with apple tech that’s less than 5 years old is reasonable. As if any use of physical content is a paid luxury rather than the standard