#there was no talk about what was happening in other countries

[whore-ibly-hot]

"What it takes to lead."

Yan!Dictator x Fem!Reader x Yan!Next in line.

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Non-con, mentions of violence, fascism, groping, p-in-v sex, sexism, questionable father son Dynamics, power dynamics, leather play.

AN: I recently began reading @yanderedrabbles works and they broke my brain, so when I saw they had a Yan!Dictator planned it inspired me. This is... meh.

You don't know how this could've happened.

It was supposed to be a routine visit. Your father was a well off oil baron, owning one of the largest refineries in America, not counting his export deals. You had gone with him, unaware of the tense political state of Dela Marina.

Admittedly, the American government was somewhat aware of the rulers less than conventional methods of maintaining control. Camps, strict surveillance, and a cutting off of outside media aside from those approved by the Dela Marina Media council, but for America's political interests, and more importantly your father's bank, the warnings signs went ignored.

It started off as just a nice, tropical vacation. White sand beaches, exotic meals, and a blaring tan from the sun. However, something soon seemed a bit off. The leader, El presidente Ramon Ballesteros, gave you chills. He said nice things, talked about his vision for Dela Marina, how he would shape the land and people to 'true culture'. It would be inspiring, if his faze didn't feel so dark, so imposing. It was as if hew was analyzing everything, every move you made.

Still, Féliz calmed you a bit. The son of Ramon, as close to a prince as you could be in this 'democracy'. He was nothing like his father. Quiet, more subdued, though just as analytical. His father takes thing in while he speaks, but Feliz stays behind, letting his father do the talking.

"Hello there, señorita." Feliz had approached you the night of the welcome dinner, a lavish affair with Del Marina's finest chefs on hand. "My father wanted me to welcome you personally, we are both youths, uh, leader of the future, he says. Your countries, and mine." He seems awkward repeating his father propaganda. Despite this, you like him. He's funny, he tells you about growing up in Del Marina, about the culture, the people. "You have to go to the beach with me, there all white sand. Is beautiful, and if we go early enough, we can see the starfish beach." You took him up on all his outings, you could tell he was deeply alone, at his core.

"Feliz?" You had asked once. "Do you... get out much? I mean, I'm one for decadence. Whole point of having a daddy with money is spending it." You laugh. You were privileged. You knew it, you embraced it. You had never had to worry about anything, never had a reason to loop beyond at the suffering of the others. Why focus on all that?

"No, I don't. It's tense, in Del Marina. Their are Terroristas, rebels. Mis padre would rather me be here, where its safer. Besides, partying isn't for me. I have to learn how to lead, to study and to help people. My people." He'd explained, fiddling with the white pressed uniform he so often wore, a less refined and adorned version of his fathers. "Loosen up." You had suggested. "We can have some fun, we're friends now, yeah? Let's go party!" Feliz had never wanted really to go to a club, to spend time with the privileged people while he knew others, those being exploitated, were suffering. But you were so, so pretty, and the only friend he felt he had. You made him feel special, not for bring the son of the president, or 'Del Marina's future'. You made him feel special for being him. He agreed.

He was terrified when you both snuck out, naturally it didn't take long for the guards to drag the both of you back to the palace, you kicked and yelled while he went quietly. He feared his father would turn his anger to you, he was ready to take the brunt of the anger. However, his father seems amused. You laugh along with his dad, not sensing the chilling undertone.

"Your son, and the american girl, Presidente." A guard said, bowing, hand over hid chest. "They were seen heading to a club on the north side."

"Ah, let them go." Ramon grins, waving a hand as the guards back off. "Kids, ey? Even at twenty, they still can't help.but wander off. It's good, independence. To think, to have fun. Kids behave this way, it's expected. Dismissed." The guards leave, and he steps down to you. "I ought to thank you, you know? No one has ever gotten my son quite so out of his shell. Feliz, I've tried to inspire that boldness in you, I suppose I didn't realize it would take such a lovely young lady to do so." Felix goes red, looking down. He knows this is a facade, and still can sense the danger in the room. Ramon takes your hand, kissing it. "But i should have known, he is his fathers son, and we are both red blooded men, yes?" He chuckles to himself.

"I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to have some fun. And I thought maybe Feliz needed a friend." You mumble, heels scuffing the floor awkwardly. Still; you aren't sorry. "He needed a break. To live."

The president goes silent, but then nods, laughing with his arms going. "Of course! Dis boy of mine, always with the working, he wants to be like his papa. It's honorable, but a young man still needs to let loose while he's young. Next time, all I ask is you take an escort. These terroristas planning Del Marina won't care about your intentions, just the message hurting you would send." His gaze grows serious, and you gulps.

"Ah, y-yeah. I'll keep that in mind." You look down, stepping away. "I'll probably go to bed, I've had enough fun. Goodnight, Presidente." He smiles, watching as you turn to Feliz. The tan boy looks through his dark locks, trying to hide his obvious flush from his father. You didn't need any reason to be made to stay here, and he knew his dad. "Night, Feliz." You call, and he just sends you a weak wave. Worried you upset him, you scurry off. The moment you slip out of the heavy wooden door of the presidente's office; his happy and jovial expression falls, mask melting away.

"Why this sudden change in you?" "Papa, please, I didn't mean anything by it, it was all my idea-" His fathers raised hand silences him. "Enough, Feliz." Ramon sighs, strolling to his desk cabinets, hand running across the mahogany surface as he opens up a velvet box, pulling out a bottle of scotch. "I didn’t lie to you, I'm not angry. I wish that your judgment had not been blinded and you had simply brought a guard-" He pours to crystal glasses, the brown liquid filling the clear, ornate glasses. "But I'm proud none the less. You made a choice, a bold one. Hm, we drink, you're becoming a man!"

Feliz winces at the glass sliding towards him, but knows his father won't take no gore an answer. "It was nothing, Papa. Just a quick outing, she was bored and I went with."

"Oh-ho, it was more than that, my son. It's okay, I'm older, but I'm still a man. I'm not immune to the charms of a woman. She is beautiful, no?" Ramon takes a sip, relishing in the burn of the drink. "This is the real infatuation you've had, isn't it."

"Its not an infatuation, she's a friend and-" His father glares, he knows he hates liars. "I... I like her, of course. But its nothing serious, no more than a crush."

"Even a crush is serious for a stoic, quiet man like you, Feliz." His dad leans forward to lift his chin up a bit. "I've never seen you take to anyone like this, that's what makes it serious." Harshly patting the young man's cheek, he leans back. "Her Father is a great ally, a man willing to buy the vast amount of oil our country has. It would be incredible for Del Marina to seal a deal like this, to lock something down. And Feliz, I know you want what's best for the country." Once again, hisbfather cold demeanor returns, shifting from joviality frighteningly fast. "So, I tell you to pursue it."

"I don't even know if she feels that way about me, a-and I couldn't ask her to stay in some foreign country!" Feliz is spouting every excuse he can think of, to push you away, push his fathers implications away, to keep you safe from the truth. The dangers of Del Marina, of his father government and more importantly, his father. Another withering look makes him nod. "I'll... ask her out. See if she'll accompany me to the press gala." He mumbles obediently.

"Good boy. Go, get some rest." He pats his sons shoulder. "And remember, Feliz,-" He chides, turning away and taking another sip, back to the future of Del Marina. "Ballesteros's take what they want."

Lying in bed, the grandness of his room feels imposing. As cold and lonely as ever, his own oil portrait staring back at him. He never liked the commissioned piece. It felt... fake. An image of his, posed by a map, in his uniform, looking like his father. Just. Like. His. Father. The sound of a creaking door makes him sit-up, and he only feels the discomfort in his stomach grow as he sees your form slipping into his room, clad only in pajamas that cling to you. Despite the terror he feels, the pulse of arousal in his gut is prominent too. He grabs his silk pillow, covering up a growing problem as he sees you approach.

"You can't be here, w-what are you doing?" He asks.

You just shake your head and laugh. "Please, it's fine. Your dad made it clear he likes me, and I wanted to check on you." You plop down unceremoniously, groaning at the feeling of the luxurious sheets on your body. "Shit, that's good."

"Go, you have to go-"

"Are you mad at me?" You ask, pouting as you turn to face him. Hes cute when he's nervous, brows furrowed and dark hair tousled. His hands grip the sheets. "Cmon. I'm sorry if I upset you, I just wanted to have fun!"

"I know, I know." he shakes his head. "I'm not mad at you, I was excited. It's just that you don't know my papa like I do. He always has a plan, a motive, for anything he does. And i don't want you getting caught up in something you shouldn't."

You frown, but ignore his warning. "Nah, he likes me, it's fine. I'm not scared of some politician, no different than my dad-"

"No." Hes dead serious, seeing the soft, sweet man so serious makes you pale, gulping. "You have no idea what he's like. What our country is really like, I-" He puts a fist over his mouth, rubbing at his face. "Please. Just try to keep your head down. Okay?" Nodding, and cold at the severity of his sudden change, you scoot closer.

"Okay, okay." You put your hands up in mock defense. "I'm sorry, I'll keep in line. I just wanted to check on you." I pat his arm. "Didn't want you mad at me."

He relaxes at the feeling of your slumped, warm weight against him. "No, I couldn't be mad at you, amiga. You're one of the... few friends I have, even in the short time I've known you. I just don't want you hurt."

"I like you too, Feliz." You murmur, and the simple admission is enough to make his heart palpitate. He grips the sheets, before slowly putting a hand on you. "Go, you should get back to your room. I'll see you tomorrow."

Watching as you pad across the floor, he coughs. "And... there's a gala, coming up. A media event for father and yours to be shown getting along. If you... if you wanted to go. With me."

"Who else would I go with, Feliz?" You tease, making him just look down, nodding.

So how did it end up as this? You're stuck up in the room given to you at the Presidente's estate, it had once felt so grand but now felt suffocatingly small. A deal had been struck, something went wrong when you had been seen at the gala. Media went wild, rumors flew about the pretty new girl spotted alongside Dela Marina's darling prince. And Ramon approached your father with an offer. You don't know what it was, or why he'd agree to it, but it culminated in your father jetting off; leaving you behind.

"Please, please- I don't understand-" You whine, hands shaking and skin slicked with nervous sweat as you see guards sealing up the doors of your room. Trapped. "Presidente Ramon-"

"Shh." His gloved hand pressing a finger to your lips silences you, eyes wide. It is now you are beginning to see the side of the Dela Marina presidente you had heard of. Calculated, cruel. "There's no need to panic, little American darling. It's not like your losing any luxuries you had back home, perhaps you are even gaining some. Both me and your father think this is best, a joining of powers. Now, he was hesitant." Ramon rolls his eyes. "But you are a fierce little thing, and I told him you'd get a bit more discipline here. I doubt he was strict enough in your upbringing. Not that a spark isn't amusing, señora. It's charming at times." His smirk is that of a lion looking over it pray.

"You see," he intertwines his fingers together as he sits down at the foot of the four poster bed beside you. "My son. He loves you. He'll say it's a crush, but a father knows his son. He's always been good, my boy. Never asked for things, never taken what he wanted like he should. This is a push in the right direction for him. To make him make a move. I expect you like him as much?"

"I mean, I don't, I don't know-" You're stammering, hands shaking. It's all crashing down, overwhelming. The feeling of absolution in his town, of finality, is bone chilling. "He's my friend?"

"Ah, well, that's only his own fault. He has trouble taking initiative, and I dont fault you either." He sits up straighter. "Im a traditionalist, like my father and his before him. Of course it should be the man who propositions the young lady, but my son-" he waves his hand. "Has this idea in his head, silly notions about the changing of culture. I am fine with most of it, but a wife and children? Being the man for your family, for your country. No, that I will never budge on."

"Papa!" The heavy door slams open, with a frantic Feliz standing in the now open doorway. "What are you doing, why is she here-"

"Ah, my boy. Come, sit. Me and your friends father had been talking, she'll be staying for a bit. Good news, ay? Now, I'm sure you've got something you'd like to say-"

"Y-you can't do this, she doesn't belong here, papa-" Feliz juts his hands forward to help you, to try and think of a way out of this. "Are you okay? Did your father leave-"

"Feliz!" Ramon's voice booms across the room, causing both of you to still like deers caught in headlights. "Calm yourself, I'm helping you along in making a decision you are unable to make yourself. You will be grateful, and apologize."

It's shocking to see how Feliz shrinks, to see how his dad treats him behind closed doors. "I- I'm sorry, Papa. I just didn't want her in distress. I didn't want her feeling confused." He mutters, head down like an obedient hound.

"Of course, and that's admirable, but you should put more trust in your father to know I’ve already explained the situation. Now come here, come." He waves his son over, and the pair stand near you on the bed. "Tell her. Of your feelings, take charge."

"I-" Theyoung man is trying not to hyperventilate, hands gripping his white uniform short like he's staving off a seizure. "I like you, you know this. I feel emotions for you that no one else had made me feel, and-and if you'd have me-" he sounds like he's ready from a script, eyes clenched shut.

"Not if. Be assertive." His father hisses. "Tell her she is to be yours. Tell her your feelings are strong enough you won't be denied. Tell her what you can provide given your status." He's glaring like a schoolteacher scolding a naughty pupil, and the shaking boy nods.

"When- when you decide I am right for you, I'll provide what you need. Our country has vast resources, and wealth for you to enjoy. You would want for nothing." Its monotone, like an audio book, like it's pre-recorded. Seeing his fathers fist clench, he moves to kiss you lightly. As he approaches, he whispers a soft "I'm so sorry-" as he places warm, slightly chapped lips onto yours. Shocked, but to afraid to not play along, you kiss back. It's soft, it would be intoxicating if the sense of impending doom didn't weigh so heavy, being moved like dolls in a dollhouse.

"That was nice, Feliz." You can think only to reassure him, hand landlord on his neatly pressed shirt. "Very nice, I like you too, of course." You tuck his hair behind his ear, seeing the way his lip wobbles, his eyes water. He's so guilty, he never should have spoken to you.

"Wonderful." His body is jolted by a slap to the back, his father laughing. "Good man, now, shall I leave you kids alone? I'm sure you'll want time to yourself. Son, you understand what a man must take from his woman, yes?"

"I... our relationship is new, papa. I can't. I-I-" He pauses. "I won't, I won't do it. I can't, I wouldn't know how and I dont want her to do anything she doesn't want."

Ramon scoffs. "She's agreed to be yours son, go on! Of course she wants it, don't you, pequeña?" Ramon gestures to where you're laid, looking at you expectantly. When you say nothing, he raises his brows in suprise. "Unbelievable. I set the two of you up for every opportunity and you can't do that. Son," he grabs Feliz's shoulder roughly. "We are men. Conquerors, rulers. We take what we want, lions from lambs. How can you expect to lead, to protect this great country from terroristas if you cannot ask your woman for what all hot-blooded men desire!" He's growing angry, truly mad, his usual cool annoyance heating up. "You have to learn if you don't take what you want, someone else will. Your land, your power, your woman."

"Papa, please-"

"No. I have to do everything my self with you. I'm going to show you what happens if you don't take the first step." He changes his eyes to you, your cowering form. "Strip, girl." You're eyes widen, head shaking on instincts.

"What, no, no, I'm not going to-"

"The choice is not yours. I've got guards outside, you're in my country. In my home." He comes to the bedside, leaning down so he's practically nose to nose with you, dark brown eyes feel like a pool you're drowning in, swallowed whole. "The only thing you are in control of now is how gentle I am, sí?" You're still frozen, just shaking your head over and over again, resulting in him sighing. It's a minor annoyance to him, like he's not violating you but rather just dealing with a disobedient pup. "Everything by myself." He repeats.

Gloved hands brush across your collarbone, cool leather causing a trail of goosebumps to blossom on your skin. He jerks his hand back, tearing the buttons on your dress. The front pops open, buttons clattering to the floor with a 'tink-tink'. Feliz winces, hand to his mouth in horror.

"Papa, please, please don't..." He begs, voice as soft and light as he can make it. He was a good father when he was little. Doting, he'd comfort him when he cried, take him on little outings. A part of Feliz hopes that softer voice would remind him of the boy he once was, that he'd give in.

"This is what happens son, you don't take initiative, someone gets there before you." Ramon feels you squirm a bit and tightens the grip he's got on your left arm, gaze never leaving his son as he warns you. "Don't squirm, girl." He warns. "You're a lady, not some groveling worm, hold still, I'll get to you in a moment."

"Can I talk her through it?" Feliz asks. "Let me be by her side, or at least... I don't know!" He begs. Ramon tilts his head, then nods. "Alright. Second best option is getting in where you can. Rising through the ranks, get over here." Feliz scrambles to get to your other side. "Now, let's get this off." Ramon grabs the blade he keeps on his waistband at his side, pressing the cold still to your pretty skin while he cuts the lace straps of your bra off. "Aw, beautiful. Shame to hide such beautiful breasts away, without a man to reveal them." He coos. Rough lips place a kiss to your left nipple, making you whimper. "Just beautiful. Feliz, take it in. Your first woman."

Feliz is staring, both horrified at his biological reaction and awe struck at the sight of your newly revealed breasts. He'd stared many a time when they were covered, to see them exposed in front of him was a new feelings entirely. He reaches out, letting a breath he didn't know he was holding escape as he gropes your left tit.

"There we go, it's good, yeah? A woman's body is a miraculous thing." Groaning, he leans down and kisses up and down softly the nape of your neck. "Don't stay quiet, let me hear those pretty noises, girl." He whispers

"I don't, this can't happen, presidente. I don't want this." You whisper, and he just chuckles, looking up at you from his place on your chest. "Ah, amor, but you will."

A sudden pressure on your ass makes you squeak, his hands groping the meat of your ass firmly, sure to leave bruises. "Don't speak back to me, ey? Lay back and enjoy what a man in power can offer you, girl. And call me Ramone." He grins. "There's no need for formalities when I'm going to have you speared on my cock."

Feliz grimaces at the way your eyes water, so afraid. But not only can he not help, he's so horrendously turned on. Your heaving breasts, wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You're a picture of eroticism, and the hardening in his shorts is a clear sign that the part of him desiring you is winning him over. He watches his father roll you over, gloved fist kneading the cheeks of your ass.

"Just a short reminder to not talk back. To behave."

A sharp pain makes you yelps, a harsh slap to your ass. Immediately after delivering the blow, his gloved hand massages to red mark. "See? Even when in the throws of sex, you should exercise your control, my boy. Let her know you are in charge, regardless of their pleasure she is providing you." He scoots aside, petting half while looking at Feliz. Feliz swallows harshly, but hovers his hand lightly over your plump rear. Another squeak, as he delivers a softer, albeit still harsh spank. "Make sure she's okay now. A firm hand, not a cruel one."

Feliz shaky hand gently rubs the mark, mimicking Ramon's actions, and he leans down to whisper in your ear. "Not too much, right? It wasn't too much? You-" He's trying to justify himself, why he feels so aroused by all this, by you. "You liked it, right?"

You're shocked, but as you shake your head no, another slap. The gentle kneading afterwards does little to relieve the pain. You know not to protest. "It's fine." You whisper.

Feliz wouldn't normally believe you, he'd hear the pain in your voice, the tremble. He'd want to sooth you, but he was so unbelievably needy in those moment, for for relief and to believe you were happy with him. That this was a good, intimate moment between the two of you, without his fathers direction, without force. Thid was the moment he trusted himself, his virginity to you. He just smiles weakly at your statement that it's okay.

"So pretty, let's get these off of you, huh?" You can feel the gloves leather, once cool, now hot against your skin he snaps your pantie strap against your hip, making you flinch. "Hm, I bet you've had plenty of men. A rich privileged American girl, spending your papas money. Does he know, know that your a slut, or is he too busy?"

"I've only been with a few guys..." you weakly protest. "From... club and stuff."

"A few too many. If any proper man had had you, he'd be sure you only ever took his cock, allowed him inside of you." Once again grabbing that knife, he slides the blade across the strap he had previously snapped, the fabric tearing and loosening. "Beautiful..." he runs his finger over the lips of your pussy, puffy from arousal. He lets you feel each wrinkle in the leather of his gloves, before spreading your lips apart, strings of slick snapping.

Feliz feels his mouth is watering, your mouth watering, your most bare part vulnerable for him. He can't stop himself from cupping your mound, letting his fingers curiously trail up to your clit. You let out a reluctant moan at the feeling; and he just leans down to kiss your cheek. "You're so pretty. A-and you're doing so well..." Making sure his father is distracted, he whispers in your ear. "Im sorry our first time together had to be like this, but... its still nice, right?" He's still in denial about the horrors of his actions. "You still get to feel good, and you get to be with me. This... this is what we both want..."

"Feliz..." You whimper, but he just shakes his head. "No, don't tell me it's not. I can't handle that right now." Despite his good nature, Feliz has always been given what he wanted. He cant help but feel selfish, ask you not to hurt his feelings or overwhelm him while your the one being violated. He'll reflect on that later. His lips, slightly chapped, press hot against yours, once, then twice. "That was my first." He admits. "Wouldn't want it to be anyone but you."

Suddenly, his father grabs his collar, pulling me back a bit. "Come now, boy. Clear out, I need my time now."

Feliz pales. "Papa?" He's visibly confused. "You said... take what I want, be a leader, not a follower. I thought you'd be giving her to me, that I'd be having sex with her! You said a man should let his woman be only with him from the moment he decides he wants her?" His tan hands are shaking, flushed face a mix of embarrassment and frustration. All he wants is to tenderly relieve the pressure in his shorts with you, and as he sees his father let out a 'tsk', his frustration increases.

"But that doesn't apply, does it? She's had other men before, and she's not a true, proper woman of our country. If nothing else, it's better I be sure she's even worth it. It's not simply sex, this could be the woman you choose to lead alongside, boy." His father cold glare makes him shrink back, sliding off the bed.

"But, isn't it a test of my leadership that I take her first-"

"You wouldn't question your papa?" Ramom hisses, and Feliz wilts. He can't make eye contact with you as he leaves the room. When it's him violating you, he can at least pretend you feel safer because it's him, that you like it. But its his father, a ruthless dictator, and stranger. As he leaves and makes his way down the hall, he's determined to be ready to cater for you when it's all over.

Back in the room, you remain a trembling mess, watching the much older man removing his belt with a practiced speed. "Please don't, sir-" You ask. "I don't feel comfortable, I don't-"

"You should feel grateful." He reminds. "To have both the attentions of a leader and his son. I understand it might be frightening, you know the kind of man I am. How i stay in power, I've tricked your father but I've no doubt that boy of mine has admitted some things to you." As he removes white dress pants and dispenses of his gloves on the nightstand, he grips your chin with now-bare fingers. Calloused; from years of clawing his way to the top. "You aren't stupid. That's one of the things I admire about you, girl. Smart, if a bit spoiled. That's fine, respect can be taught, a place can be taught. Natural intelligence can be harder to develop."

"Why me?" You blurt. "Why are you forcing me into this, you could have any woman, I'm not even close to your age, a-and Feliz, Feliz likes me!" You hope to garner even a bit of sympathy for his son in this moment, hoping it would prevent him going all the way.

"He does not 'like' you, he loves you." He says matter-of-factly. "Which is precisely why this has to be done. You will be in the public eye, the first lady of this great country. I need to know you can be submissive, can provide as a wife should. But... I also need to know you can be taught, can take orders. My boy, he is-" Ramon shakes his head. "Meeker than I would like, despite my efforts. I need to know even with his less than firm hand that he can ensure you behave. And ones true colors come out in the bedroom, I find."

He pounces, baring down rather suddenly, grip on your jaw near crushing as his free hand strokes once, then twice over his cock; brown with a curve to it and a purple tip. "But, I am also not a liar. I admit the idea of having a beautiful young woman around my manhood isn't-" he nips are your ear, breath hot yet making you feel frigid with fear. "Intoxicating."

"It's been a long time." You whisper, and he feigns a caring pout. "Ah, I'm sure. Don't worry, I won't let you hurt. But remember, this is about taking orders. First, take me in your hands. I doubt you're inexperienced in this, so don't feign naivety." His voice is low, threatening. Despite the churning feeling of sickness, you take his length in one shaky hand, wrapping round the erect shaft, and refusing to meet his gaze.

"Good. Go on now, kiss it, just the tip. I want to see you practice restraint, just because you don't want this doesn't mean I will rush." He warns. Your plush lips gently press the bulbous tip, you can feel a shiver run up him as you do. Testing the waters and desperate to get it over with, you slowly slip in the tip, tongue pressing against the vein under his cock. He doesn't thrust, not allowing you to take hin in fully; but the clenching in his jaw shows the effect it's having.

"Wonderful..." He groans. "Very good, take a little more, yes? I know you can, shit-" He rolls his hips, the salty flavor of skin filling your mouth further as you take him in deeper. "Good, suckle. Suck the cock of El presidente-" He's beginning to get a bit lost in his praise of himself more than you.

Sloppy, wet sounds fill your ears, eyes screwed shut as a few tears slip from them. Ramon grunts, whispering another moan of pleasure before noticing and sighing. He wipes some tears with his thumb, licking up the salty water to your shock. "Don't cry, cariño. I'm not being cruel. I'm being rather gentle with your pretty mouth; no damaged goods here." He reminds. You can hear his grunts increasing in frequency, his cock twitching in your mouth, when he roughly threads his fingers in your hair and yanks you off his cock.

"Hands and knees, face away." He demands. "Don't make me wait." Your knees dig into the silk of the bed, assuming an easily mountable position. Once again, you make a final plea. "Please-" Your voice sounds as though it could shatter. "Don't hurt me."

To your suprise, you can feel him freezing behind you, and hear a deep sigh. You scre your eyes tight as you feel him assume position behind you, leaky cock pressing against your folds as his chest, still clad in his white dress shirt, presses against your bare spine. One hand holds himself up, while the other takes your chin from behind, gentler than his initially grip. He places a few small kisses mixed with nibbles against the flushed shell of your ear.

"Being a leader-" he begins, "Is not easy. Being the wife of one, even more so. There is danger, societal expectations, and constant decisions that must be made. But know this, my touch is not something you need to fear, cariño." He's uncharacteristically tender now, and that frightens you more.

He finishes his speech with a kiss to the back of your neck, before sighing as he eases his tip into your wet folds.

"Ah-" You whine, it's thick, but it doesn't fully hurt. He's tender, he kept his promise. "Feel that? The stretch of a true Dela Marinan man?" He asks, working his way in a bit deeper. His balls, heavy, slowly crawl closer to the lips of your cunt as he further enters, groaning.

"Beautiful. Mmph, you don't have the makings of a first lady." He firstly pulls out, before sheathing fully again. "You're practically sucking me in, girl. You were made to take a Dela Marinan man, god-" His pace increases, gripping your hips as the thrusts.

"Are you close?" He asks. "Can you feel that coil of pleasure within you? Go on, release. Cum when the man controlling you demands."

Letting out a final mewl mixed with a sob, you can feel yourself beginning to spasm, walls twitching as a gush of fluids coats his cock. In a display of impressive control, though not surprising for the cold blooded president, he removes his angry cock without finishing. Quickly tucking himself away, back into his boxers, he towels the sweat from his brows as he appraises your fucked-out form. "You have the makings of a good wife. There is more to teach certainly, but there will be time for that. Though-" He tilts his head as if in deep contemplation, before leaning down to press a rather full kiss to your sweat-soaked form. It's passionate, surprisingly so, and he had held back from something that intimate so far. "As much as I love that boy of mine, I wonder if he is man enough to deserve a woman like you." He whispers, before pulling away and rather curtly leaving.

You can hear what sounds like voices in the hall, and soon two female attendants come to wipe you up. You're took sore to protest, and as they scurry out, the hurried footsteps of Feliz replace the noise they made. A look of worry fades slowly when he sees you, looking tired but mostly unharmed. He's got a glass of water in hand, a piece of chocolate, and other random medicine cabinet items. It's clear he was unsure what a woman would need for aftercare, and just took everything.

"I'm here, it's okay now." You can't even bring yourself to tale comfort in the words of your friend. You wanted him to have saved you, yet the most emotion he showed during the ordeal was learning he couldn't have you first. You just lay silent, still. He lays down beside you, fully clothed, curling into your side like a child seeking their mother's comfort. He pulls the sheets over you, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes.

"It'll be better next time." He promises. "It'll be me." That hardly soothes the pain.

[queen-thick-dick]

So here's the thing, that's how all billionaire wealth works, and for that reason they aren't going to let him just fail. The reason communists talk about seizing the means of production is because if you try to go and take the money from rich people you will very quickly realize that money doesn't actually exist. To allow Elon Musk, or any billionaire, to lose their stock market value would break a huge portion of the economy. Because Musk isn't the only one writing checks with money he doesn't have, checks have been written by other companies based on the money they assume Elok Musk gave them, that he doesn't have. So what happens to all those companies who have made financial decisions based on Musk's lies? Well, they can't be allowed to fail, so the easiest response will be to simply bend the rules until all of Musk's lies become the truth again. They aren't just going to go, "Welp guess he's a failure, time to work on undoing his damages." They're going to say "Well him being a failure would be extremely expensive for the rest of us, so we're just gonna pretend he didn't fail."

Watch what happens when Musk hits the point of no return. I'd bet money we'll see either a sudden and immediate change in corporate law, or a sudden outpouring of "generosity" from other companies to Tesla.

Letting him fail would mean the rules apply to the wealthy. Since rules in this country exist to protect and serve the wealthy, there is no financial reason for anyone in power to hold Musk accountable, so they won't. The only solution is to cut them all out of the system entirely. Don't wait for them to use the power to protect you, seize that power out from under them.

Here's your good news post for the day.

[ironrea]

s/o motivation (part III)

watching a new show/movie one of you starred in while together and showering the other with praise

having a pet together OR having one of those online pets because you're both working away

learning what they love and more about them in general

them putting a blanket on you and kissing your forehead when they get home and find you sleeping on the couch

trying to put a face mask on them but it's not working because they keep laughing

being loved by them

them freaking out whenever you show any sign of slightly being sick

laughing so hard together that you both literally lose your breath and they do the little hiccup laugh that happens when you're trying to breathe

them wanting to kiss you in front of the cameras

them visibly getting jealous when you're talking to someone, but when asked about it they act as if they don't care (they do)

being so proud of them because they just won an award and they keep shyly smiling and blushing

them taking you to their home country and being giddy and smiley showing you everything special to them

kissing them and finally realizing you've found your person

they catch you staring at them but instead of teasing they just smile and pull you closer

them laying their head on your shoulder, pretending to fall asleep because the interview is so boring

accidentally giving them a hickey before a red carpet

eating with a group of friends and they put their hand on your thigh and ask how you are

them gently tracing your tattoos and jokingly saying you should get them tattooed

them practically begging you to watch their favorite movie

them cranking up their car, their playlist connects, and a song you love, that they claimed to hate, comes on and when you look at them, they shrug their shoulders softly and say "it reminds me of you"

taking care of them (helping them with their hair, doing their skincare) and they're just staring at you in awe

them asking you for advice before anyone else (vice versa)

them giving you "just because" gifts all the time

them proving to you that you ARE loveable

giving you their shoes and holding your heels when your feet hurt

them whispering "that's my -- (girlfriend, husband, etc) to the camera when a clip of you is being shown

trying to get up from bed even just for a few seconds but they wrap their arms around you and pull up back, saying "please don't go"

not only are they there for you but you're there for them, when they're sad and feel as if the weight of the world is falling then you get to hold them and tell them you'll always be there for them

[girlactionfigure]

Want to know what shocks me every time? 

It’s not the antisemitism that’s spiking globally. If you read any history book, you should have known that was coming. 

It’s not even the level of hate people have for the Jews. Ditto. Happens in every generation. 

What really shocks me is how the same exact ridiculous blood libels that were used throughout history to vilify the Jews are being repeated in 2025. 

Like, growing up, hearing all the insane things people said about Jews, it always confused me. It was almost hard to even imagine. 

The conspiracies. The tropes. The laughable lies. 

And here we are in 2025. 

“The Jews control the media.”

“The Jews control the banks.”

“The Jews are not loyal to America.”

“The Jews killed JFK.”

“The Jews are responsible for 9/11.”

“The Jews have a secret club where they make sinister decisions about the world.”

And the list just goes on and on. 

How long before the “The Jews have horns.” story comes back?

Oh, and let’s not forget the “Jews killed Jesus. Even the Talmud says so…” fairy tale. 

It’s just funny to me how these antisemites think they’re so smart. Like they got a “Got you” moment. 

Don’t they know how to read? Don’t they realize that their insane stories have been told for generations? 

Like, how is it that otherwise intelligent people, otherwise moral people, somehow, when it comes to the Jews, just lose their minds completely? What is it about the hatred of the Jew that makes otherwise normal people, totally insane? 

How is it that a nation that makes up 0.25% of the population and a country that is smaller than New Jersey dominates the news cycle and is all anyone wants to talk about? 

What is it about this war that is so unique that it’s all anyone cares about? 

It’s not the casualty numbers obviously. What is it? 

If you don’t want to pull the antisemitism card, then explain it to me. 

Why is everyone talking about Gaza and the made up casualty numbers and no one is talking about Syria or the countless other REAL genocides happening right now? 

Why the obsession with the Jews? 

Why is Israel the only country that has to justify its existence every single day? 

Why does any country think they have a right to tell another sovereign country how to retaliate to an unprovoked attack that led to endless death and destruction? Who the hell asked them? 

Why is it that people who have never stepped foot in the Middle East and have no idea that Egypt has a border with Gaza think they have a right to express their opinion on a conflict they know nothing about? 

What other complex issue do people think they have a right to an opinion despite having zero understanding of the issue at hand? 

If you can’t answer the following question and you speak regularly about the “Palestinian issue”, then maybe consider sitting down and shutting up? Just a friendly suggestion. 

- When was the modern state of Israel established? 

- What was the land called before it was Israel? 

- What was the partition plan? 

- What did the Arabs do after they were offered a state in 1947?

- What does the Palestinian charter say about their goals and ambitions? 

- What happened in 1967 in the region? 

- What is the disengagement? 

- When people chant ‘From the river to the sea’, what river and what sea do they mean?

- What is an intifada, the thing so many people want to globalize?

- Who was Yasser Arafat and where was he born? 

- What do the years 1937, 1947, 1967, 1991, 2000, 2001, 2007, 2008, 2010, 2013, 2019, and 2020 have in common? 

- What is ‘Zion’ and what is Zionism?

That’s a good start. If you don’t know the answers to those very basic questions, you should probably go read up about the Middle East before expressing your totally uneducated opinion. 

As far as the antisemitism, the Jews have been nothing but a source of light in the world. 

Whether it’s Nobel prizes, cancer research, tech and innovation, rescue missions, or really anything else you want to look at, the Jews have made the world a significantly better place. 

Your very dark world is significantly lighter because of the Jews. 

You can live your life better because of the Jews. 

You can use your iPhone because of the Jews. 

You can water your garden because of the Jews. 

You can use USB because of the Jews. 

You can take pictures with your phone because of the Jews. 

You can get to work safely because of the Jews. 

You can have better healthcare because of the Jews. 

You can call your friend over the internet because of the Jews. 

You can expect your car to drive itself soon because of the Jews. 

The Jews have made your life better. 

That’s a fact. The rest are just baseless lies repeated in every generation. 

Don’t fall into the trap of hating the Jew. Be different. Do better. 

History will remember you and thank you. 

It’s not for us. The Jews don’t need your love and support. We’ll be fine without it. It’s for you. It’s for your grandchildren who will ask you if you spoke up in 2025 and when you tell them you didn’t, that you sided with a genocidal terrorist organization full of rapists and pedophiles, they will look at you with disgust and lose all respect for you. 

You don’t want to side with Israel for your own morality? Do it for your grandchildren. 

If you choose the wrong side of history, remember this. Am Yisrael Chai is a historical reality and if you don’t believe me, ask yourself how many Babylonians you know. They’re gone, the Jews are still here. 

Those who chose the wrong side of history, the side that came after the Jews, they are gone buried deep in history books, and you will join them very shortly. 

Regards to all of our friends from ancient Egypt, Phillistines, Assyria, Babylon, Ancient Persia, Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Byzantine, Nazi Germany, the Soviet Union, and so many other empires that came after the Jews and have gone extinct. 

If you don’t want to side with the Jews for your own morality and you don’t want to side with the Jews for your own grandchildren, then consider siding with the Jews for your own survival. It’s just a good strategy. 

Choose wisely. Your move!

Hillel Fuld

[haydenthewitch]

i love talking about civil war becuse somebody will be like "bro you're team cap? he literaly became a fugitive for his stupis little boyfrenid"

like. no. steve said "the accords are an over-reach of goverment power and i don't like the idea of being a solider for leaders and poltitions who WILL be corrupt and WILL misuse the avengers. I also don't want to be tied down to the point where if someone's in trouble i can't help them. the accords will do more damage than good and i don't feel right about signing it." CAPTAIN AMERICA SAID FUCK GOVERMENT OVERREACH but let's not talk about that.

and then, someone FRAMED a INNOCENT MENTALY ILL MAN for the murder of A WORLD LEADER and a BOMBING. and several goverments ROCKED UP TO THE BUILDING HE WAS IN WITH SHOOT ON SIGHT ORDERS. and captain america said "FUCK YOU, BUCKY DIDN'T DO IT AND THE ONLY PROOF YOU HAVE IS A BLURRY PHOTO. THIS IS NOT JUSTICE."

and THEN by the end of the movie ALL of the avengers are fugitives INCLUDING TONY. becuse they did what????? BREAK THE ACCORDS. BECUSE THEY COULD SEE THE WRITING ON THE WALL. THAT CAP WAS RIGHT.

the big "cap v iron man v bucky" fight only happens becuse of the video of bucky killing tony's parents. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE ACCORDS. THEY'VE (SLIGHTLY) RECONCILED ABOUT THAT. but guess WHAT? HE DIDN'T DO IT OF HIS OWN FREE WILL!!!!!!!! SO HE WHAT? ISN'T RESPONSIBLE!!!!!!! IF BUCKY DIDN'T TAKE THAT ORDER WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED? SOMEONE ELSE AT HYDRA WOULD HAVE KILLED THEM!!!!! THE REAL ENIMES ARE- SUPRISE!!! THE FUCKING BRAINWASHING NATZIS!!!!!!@!!!!!!

(now, if it was MY MOM? i wouldn't be able to think resonably. tony is valid. "I don't care, he killed my mom?" tears, everytime. BUT AS A VEIWER?? THAT DOESN'T MEAN that bucky and therefore cap were in the wrong for 1. running away from pepole with guns who want to kill you without a trail for something (AND I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH) YOU LITERALY DIDN'T DO? and 2. STANDING ON YOUR FUCKING BELIFS: FUCK THE GOVERMENT EDITION???)

now would steve rodgers become a fugitive for his boyfrenid? would he kill and steal and hide in other countries?? yes. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT OF CIVIL WAR GUYS. GUYS. WAKE UP???

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Talk to me about Cornelia street/the Bolter! I have thoughts but I want to hear yours!

aaaaaah I’ve been having a moment with Cornelia Street from Lover Live From Paris so this seems like an excellent time to segue to the Eras mashup version! You know I love me a Girl And Her Guitar Doing A Bit At A Coffee House moment.

(First of all, the way her voice has become even richer since 2019 is so wonderful. At the end of the Cornelia Street section when she belts out “And baby I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away, I’ll never walk Cornelia Street again,” she does this lovely crack with her voice at “again” that just sounds sooooooo good. She does it again a bit at “as she was leaving”/“felt like breathing” a couple of times after that too. I love when she lets a bit of the country girl out for effect.)

This is such a cool mashup because I love how it comes down to “I don’t want to lose you, I hope it never ends,” but as she was leaving it felt like freedom.

It once again tells the whole story of a relationship, from the rush of infatuation at the start to fleeing for her life at the end when it’s over. I also just realized that it starts with “we were in the backseat drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar/‘I rent a place on Cornelia Street,’ I say casually in the car,” and The Bolter chorus is “Started with a kiss, ‘Oh we must stop meeting like this,’ but it always ends up with a Town Car speeding out the drive one evening,” so there’s a parallel with the car driving them to the beginnings of their home at the start of the relationship and the getaway car taking her away from it at the end.

Also love how the dialogue in both songs are like, these bits of flirty banter, but become so heavy with the context of the song filling it in by the end.

“We were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go,” is one of my favourite lyrics (and is sisters with one of my other favourites, “don’t read the last page, but I stay when…” in New Year’s Day) because isn’t that what all young love is about? When you haven’t written your story yet, and you’re figuring things out as you go along. Which, incidentally, is paralleled at the end of with The Bolter and “ended with the slam of a door, but she’s got the best stories,” but also, “all her fucking lives flashed before her eyes,” because Cornelia Street and the moment it represented became one of those many lives! And she had to leave it just like she left all the other versions of herself! She ran like it was a race! And then she took a detour! And now she’s off to the next race!

I love how she transitions from “there’s escape in escaping” in The Bolter bridge back to, “I hope I never lose you, I’ll never walk Cornelia Street again,” because to me it’s almost the story of: She kept leaving until she found a reason to stay (Cornelia Street), then got scared that she was going to be the one who got left because finally that moment in time was worth fighting for. It’s like the facade of The Bolter persona drops and the tenderness of Cornelia Street takes over, like: I didn’t want to have to leave this time, but I had to do it to save myself. I’m never going to walk Cornelia Street again, but maybe that’s OK, because it too is just one of my many fucking lives that I’m leaving behind to find my new self. It felt like the time she fell through the ice and came out alive.

I also love how at around the 5:00 mark, when she’s ad-libbing building up to the outro with “as she was leaving, it felt like breathing,” the last time she finishes the section with, “it looked like freedom.” And then it transitions into “I don’t want to lose you, I hope it never ends, but as she was leaving, it felt like freedom.” It very much feels like another version of, “I’m just getting colour back into my face”! Like, she thought losing this was going to be the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but she had to listen to her gut in the end to run, and that actually brought her back to life and let her reclaim her life.

And this is maybe a tangent, but one thing I always took out of The Bolter, aside from it being a song of all time, is that to me one of the things the song is saying is: her gut would tell her it was time to go, but the way she went about it was destructive— yet that doesn’t mean she wasn’t right to listen to the cracks in the floorboards. And by mashing it up with Cornelia Street, it’s like this story is saying: the cracks (her gut) told her she had to go, and thus she had to walk away from Cornelia Street for good. And just because she once didn’t want to lose this doesn’t mean it wasn’t ultimately the right decision to leave. I love the parallel between her being terrified of her lover leaving her in Cornelia Street to her having to be the one to leave them by the end of The Bolter. Again, it’s just kind of the full circle of it all, and you get the first and last page of the story.

(also on a other tangent that just made me think of the parallel between “We bless the rains on Cornelia Street, memorize the creaks in the floor,” and “That's when she sees the littlest leaks down in the floorboards and she just knows she must bolt”! Like the things that made up the good times and felt like home eventually broke them apart! Remember looking at this room we loved it cause of the light, now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time!)

Thanks so much for this one! This was such a wonderful mashup to revisit! I love how in so many of the mashups, it feels like she’s using the older song as a memory and the newer song as the reflection upon it.

[baked-potatoes-rule]

8th survivor and Juice Newtons's country tune (the K-Rose fans will remember :D)

Bear with me guys...I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

The cell phone in the bathroom might be the most significant proof that we will be getting another survivor.

I've seen plenty of theories, a lot of which make sense. Like the stalker being someone investigating the YJ. Walter's accomplice...or a relative. Specifically Melissa's since why would they bother with the contacts thing? Unless the writers wanted to really fuck with us and went that far to confuse us.

The reason why I'm starting to doubt that it's someone outside of the Yellowjackets is the tune. Who besides the Yellowjackets knows that they drew cards and the Queen of Hearts was the card of utmost significance? I doubt the tape has verbal confirmation of this. So we can't say someone on the outside knows. They had to be there.

Unless

Let's quickly list the "unlesses"

Someone from Lottie's compound who saw what went down between the adult Yellowjackets.

Someone who could have read Shauna's Journals. We know Jeff read them but I doubt that goof would ever try to fuck with her again. What about Callie? Lottie did say Callie is very powerful.

A relative of one of the survivors.

The blackmailer is targeting Shauna specifically, which means they have a valid reason. Why not pick any of the other YJ who are alive?

The scene in the freezer, where ghost Jackie (God bless her soul I love her to bits) visits Shauna to roast her once again, she tells her someone is trying to hurt her.

So this brings us to another question. What does Jackie mean by "but what you did do when you got back?"

I think Jackie- and Jackie is likely Shauna's own guilt talking- is referring to things they did POST CRASH.

Does this mean we are getting post-crash scenes after they get rescued? Did Shauna go after the last survivor and kill them without anyone else's knowledge? Was it Melissa? Did Melissa actually survive but when she became an inconvenience for Shauna things went south? Did Melissa share what happened out there with someone?

Or, is Jackie referring to Adam Martin? Is the stalker a relative of Adams? Kind of unlikely.

I'm excluding the stalker being from the FBI because like I said, they know about the Queen of hearts.

So lastly...That brings us to Melissa (Pls give that girl a last name already)

I don't see anyone else having it out specifically for Shauna. And taking into consideration the development of their relationship as Season 3 unfolds.

If the love boat capsizes and Shauna hurts Melissa, it will very well make sense that she might be back for revenge. (I mean know I would be too.)

And now we ask "But why did they not mention her when they were looking for the blackmailer in season 1?"

Good Question. We have two possible answers.

The last survivor was off the grid(Misty saying some of them really don't want to be found. She could've been referring to Travis and Van but you never know.)

And...

Melissa is left for dead in the wilderness but she actually makes it and now she's back to surprise them.

I am interested to see where they take this. If Melissa ends up being the 8th survivor and she's back for payback, that would make for a very interesting plot. And my speculations for her being just a lap dog, will turn out to be wrong. This would be great because I do want to see her character be explored in more depth, and of course for her to present herself as a bigger challenge for Shauna.

[pumpkinsy0]

even MORE PaperCut hcs bc yknow what we live in a society

•they both gain happy weight while in the relationship, but like,,,more so later down it. its more noticeable w pony cause hes just always ate a lot, but hes also just not eating as heathy as before. w curly bc pony cooks and he will not hesitate to eat it he does gain weight but it is NOT a lot, his metabolism is fast as shit😭😭technically w pony its not by a lot either but look WHATEVVERRRRR WE R MOVING ONNNNNN

•the summers ponys spent w curly vs the summers he didnt, its so obvious he gets more tan w curly bc curly would get him to STAY outside. before pony WOULD go outside im not saying he wouldnt, but hes not the biggest fan of the humidity (especially cause if his asthma/eczema whoops) and just went right tf back inside to avoid it. w curly however he can ignore it for longer, which means more sun if his skin which means tanned skin pony!!!! YES before u ask curlys diggin it

•curly bites ponys lips when they kiss, pony thinks its a lil weird but hey its curly ofc hes weird so he lets him do it, but once two bit busted in to scare them and curly bit REALLY hard out of surprise and pony was bleeding for a bit. the whole gang knows about that one💔💔💔

•when i say they would sing good together, i dont mean it in a graceful way, i mean it in a “theyre yelling lyrics in the middle of the street while basically climbing each other, its not off key but its not the BEST singing either the angels arent coming down for this, and theyre trying to yell over each other, its great bc its them” way

•pony REALLY likes the way the sunset makes curlys skin glow, meanwhile pony doesn’t know it but when ponys looking at the sunset hes squinting HARD and rubbing his lips, curly thinks its the funniest thing ever, hes staring at it like hes in the back of the class staring at the board. pony refuses to get sunglasses he says it ruins the beauty of the sunset

•curly never went over to ponys house when ponys parents were still alive, never had a reason to, so he never met ponys parents, NAMELY, ponys mom. pony says she woulda loved him but in reality??? curly wouldnt have liked mrs curtis!! she would remind him too much of what he wanted his mom to b and curly being a mamas boy wouldve tried to find any reason to hate mrs curtis, wouldnt find any, THAT would piss him off more and its just a endless cycle. the curly we have now though doesnt know he wouldve felt this way either!!! this is an unknown thing to literally everyone, didnt happen so nobody knew this was even a possibility (i hope this made sense omfg)

•i feel like theyve both had a few dreams of a boy and girl version of the other kissing them, papercut is so bi4bi to me, let me have this god damn it

•curly draws pony but his art style is one that like, looks like it could be on early 2000 nickelodeon, just more detailed. 60s pony would totally tease curly for this art style but modern pony would think its cool

•curly sommeeee what lived the country life pony imagines back in haiti, pony would ask questions about it and curly says its rlly not allat, pony just thinks curly didnt like it bc hes curly he wouldnt get the greatness of the country side😒😒

•speaking of haiti curly loves talking about how pony wouldve been if he was born in haiti, its like he has this whole other version of pony in his head, he knows where pony woulda been born, how he would act around others, ALL of it. alternatively pony does the same talking to curly about how he wouldve been different if he was born in the us

[lyrebirb]

i watched interstellar

[loredwy]

You know, the only thing I seriously wonder about is where all this bots and trolls boasting about being Maduro fans came from.

They all speak english too, like. There are fucking high quality educational-looking videos going around, spreading misinformation about the whole situation and saying this is "all obviously a planned US coup", and most of them were made few days after the elections happened too. They were made so fucking fast.

And I really dont want to sound paranoic, but so much of those same accounts make so much obviously hideous communism-related comments too. Like at this point I dont even get if these campaigns are being made for english speaking people to support Maduro or for everyone to be against leftists because of "their hypocrisy", "extremist thinking" and because of them supporting a dictatorship.

Like.... whatever it is for, they obviously dont care for whats really happening in Venezuela, and its not focusing on spanish speakers. But its so weird seeing this stuff going around anyways.

Specially when theyre purposefully trying to mix it with United States politics. Like, the US government is obviously planning something, yeah, but I dont think it is what you all think.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

How pissed do you think Shermie was when he found out about what really happened with Stan and Ford???

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

LMFAOOOO

Madre mía y decían que en los años 70 ya se quedaron sin ideas,

Aún hay gente que idolatra a estos farsantes y se creen todo lo q les meten con colador 😂

Y esto de la luna podía colar, hoy en día todas las mentiras que cuentan las celebrities no 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 (relaciones inicio de la fama etc)

[randomnameless]

Drankengard done (land 2!)

A lot of nice things in this part, so far it feels like the most FE-like land, and some characters from this land are really interesting!

l firstly love how the plot starts with "we have to rescue this midget prince from 100k soldiers" in one of the few defend maps of this game with various catapults and other engines to attack/defend against a cluster of loldiers coming at you - that was nice compared to the nigh useless ballistas and other engines in FE.

Granted, Gilbert's defining moment after being revealed is basically protecting his vassal from a gotoh-like character who's twice his size and more or less recruiting her for the defend map -

(localisation thingie : no "kisama" for eng/fr script Gilbert, sure it's kind of complicated to put it in words - like an agressive "you" - and yet it gives some nice characterisation, after Amalia rekts Leah and while Gilbert is standing seconds before being surrounded by 100k peons in front of someone who's basically stronger than anyone else around, he is still angry and pissed for his friend's sake) -

Just before being upset at asking our party - aka a foreign nation who was at war with his for the last few decades and revealing that his dad only granted asylum to the princess of said foreign nation to marry her to his heir to conquer it later on - for help.

Hopefully for him his game is no Triangle Strategy, so no one will actually tell him to eat shit because he wasn't the one who liberated the land even if he participed to instead worship the "foreign" person who led the liberation army.

Hell, idk what kind of PR campaign Gilbert and his few loyal soldiers pulled out, but some NPCs are really acting as if he liberated his kingdom single handedly lol

His relationship with his elder brother was sort of developed in the main plot - but more in the equivalent of the support convos - but as I said in another post, I really loved that part where he feels like he's still a second prince, and if his older brother returns, older brother should get the crown even if older brother feels like dirt for failing his country and his father, and became a wandering... mercenary who's busy saving priestresses from jails (and leaving them in the middle of battlefields).

Ultimately, they reunite and more or less solve their issues, and Ludwig manages to tell him that he wouldn't be half the king Gilbert is, because Gilbert is the one who led a rebellion and ultimately led Drakengard free, is loved by this people etc etc.

TBH, while it was short, this was a nice character arc -

(complete with the support/rapport convo just after the final map I unlocked where Gilbert, wanting to know how the common people live in his kingdom, gets plastered with the a random worthless bandit/merc who's freaking out from the entire situation lol)

The other major character from Drakengard is Virginia, the MC's older cousin!

We first see her being kind of pushy and overbearing, sometimes taking the initiative to do rather extreme stuff (wanting to fetch her axe instead of recruiting the earlier worthless bandit/merc), but she's still deferring to the MC, save for a certain mission - because, and kuddos to the game for going there, while Virginia's story is basically a tragic Marth's, aka, when her kingdom was invaded she had to run away to a foreign state for asylum but without any Jeigan, she believed for 10 years and never stopped believing that she was the only one who survived, and thus it was her role and duty to restore the Cornian line on the throne and take back the country from the evil Empire.

And... MC pops up, as the rightful - aka the son of the late queen as opposed to her mere niece - heir thus Virginia's hopes of becoming the Queen and the one to restore her nation vanish.

So kuddos for the game to basically have Virginia tell her cousin that while she was happy to see him and learn he was alive after all those years... she also felt jealous, because the 10 last years she spent having this dream and hope to be the one to restore the country... vanished in 10 minutes lol.

She's not going to challenge Alain's claim to the throne and instead will support him.

Granted, this moment becomes ten times more interesting if you do her own mission before - aka the one where she zerg rushes against the dude who slaughtered her retinue against the advice of Jeigan Joseph and becomes a dreaded green unit (who loses her promotion somehow???), running in a battlefield full of catapults to have her vengeance.

Remember when I said one of her first defining moments is when she asks to be handed her axe to get rid of a worthless merc instead of recruiting him? Well, her words back then were something like "your men died for you, so you can't beg for your life" or something like that, we learn in her own mission that she was basically talking about herself.

Basically, kid!Virginia was supposed to have her Jeigans and Cain/Abel/Draugs and they were supposed to escape and run away together to Drakengard... but they were slaughtered by some general of the evil empire who thought bringing her head would make a good offering to the evil emperor, so the Jeigans, Cains, Abel, Draugs etc etc laid down their lives to allow her to escape - we have a voiced FB with a few images and a battle cinematic, where the knights basically say they will die to make sure she'll be able to escape, and will slow down the evil general with their corpses if needed.

The entire platoon of knights died, and Virginia has been carrying this trauma for ten years, dreaming of having her revenge but never once confiding in anyone from Drakengard about it - not even in her (Gilbert's) vassal Leah who she seemed to be close too earlier.

Short story, the general holds a fort and is supposed to be called back to the evil empire's capital for some reason, and instead of waiting for his departure to recapture the fort, Virginia storms at the general to have her revenge (accompanied by the knights who were just squires when she had to leave, and thus couldn't be there when their senior knights were slaughtered and want revenge as much as she does!).

You have to send Joseph to talk to her to have her turn blue again (and promoted again thank gods) and the re-recruitment scene is cool for 2 things :

1/it's Joseph, not Alain who talks to her because her beef and the one who talked to her and the one whose plan is ignored is Joseph - I love it when the MC isn't at the center of everyone's universe

2/Virginia during this convo notices her friends/knights are injured (they have the injured sprite) and realises she was going to send to their death the last remaining members of that platoon, chastises herself and her next battle lines are something like "I won't let them die/bleed anymore" or something and it's fucking powerful because hey, besides some "vengeance is empty" that she will get later on herself, part of what makes her see reason is the realisation that her allies are injured and were going to die in her quest, and she can't have that anymore (nice ludonarration moment here, Virginia is a tank, if her allies are injured, it's because she wasn't tanking well enough!).

"Vengeance is empty" moment : the evil general who slaughtered her former knights doesn't even remember the people he slaughtered, or the mission where he hunted her, aka, she's been obsessing for 10 years over something her so called "nemesis" forgot.

End of the map, the realisation that her vengeance was nothing + she put her close allies' lives in danger (+ the little bit of salt when she mentions that Alain is the Cornian Royal people should follow because he is royalty) make her want to leave the army as fitting punishment - which, you know, coming from a series where some lord basically goes 1VS1 against the guy who killed his dad and who was followed by his kid sister who put herself in mortal danger but only receives a scold from his not-mom and slap on the wrist just makes me side-eye FE Tellius' writing even more.

Anyways, while I read on redshit that some people were pissed because "wah wah Virginia is a character who does foolish things and there are consequences about it she should be exiled forever or something", she obviously doesn't leave the army because, all of her close allies ask her to stay. Hell, Alain only gives one or two sentences that are dispassionate compared to the other 4 - again to show that MC privileges aren't everything at least plot wise - but the main voice is Leah's - aka her (well) Drakengard retainer!

When earlier Virginia told her that this story and her choice had nothing to do with Drakengard - because it's about Cornian knights who died during her flight from Cornia - Leah now reminds her that she became someone important for Drakengard too, and you know, the 10 years she spent here ? It's not just only background to give some fluff for a teatime line, no, it has more implication, if not only to have this moment where Leah says that Virginia's pride, bravery and hope to restore her country also influenced and inspired people (Gilbert, the second son who had to assume the role of the King when no one else was left!) around her and made the people of Drakengard also hope to liberate their country - if she leaves now, the named character from Cornia will miss her, but also "Drakengard" in general.

To cement her words, after this map we can talk to some Drakengard NPC who's all "wow Princess Virginia is so cool she defeated the bastard in charge of this fortress!" and while idk if Leah's speech + that NPC were added to make the ending where she becomes the queen of Drakengard (save for Alain marrying his cousin) more plausible, but it was a really nice addition.

Adding to that the fact that Virginia is the one who's basically telling Alain (and informing the player) about various map hazards like geysers around the land, giving some backstory about the desert along with Leah and also the one who tells the party about a sort of shortcut/secret passage and yes, we get it that she lived for 10 years in that land and knows it enough to act as a guide, but also that the people around know her.

I mean compare with a game where some dude apparently went to a school in a foreign capital but when he marches on said foreign capital or talks to people who also attended that school he never mentions it - it's like night and day.

Final "daw" moment that is both tied to her character but also, another example that Alain isn't the center of the universe... Virgnia is the one who tells Alain to talk to Aramis (the eldest prince who became a merc!) and ask him to talk to Gilbert to put his worries aside about the throne and the succession and ust, to reunite with his younger brother.

The characters concerned (Gilbert and Aramis) thank Alain for giving them the occasion and push to talk to each other - not knowing this was something Virginia planned, because while hers and Gilbert's issues are sort of similar (the not "legitimate" heir who took the mantle of restoring their country to glory and believed it so for the last decade, only for the legitimate one to return), she has a good enough read on Gilbert to know that he needs to talk to his brother to put his doubts and questions about his legitimacy aside and accept that he is the King.

Coming from a series with "avatar scissors", the bonds and links between the characters was really something I enjoyed, Alain will not pop up and tell Gilbert that he is a good king and should get over/or deal with his doubts about his brother, Alain isn't the one who gives the most meaningful speech about why Virginia is important to Drakengard and hell, we don't even see the exchange we know he had with Aramis to convince him to talk to Gilbert, because the most important scene here isn't the Alain-Aramis dialogue, but the Aramis-Gilbert one. Gilbert doesn't want to free his Kingdom because he envies Alain or Alain told him to do so, it's something he wants to do being inspired by Virginia.

In a nutshell, Drakengard's major characters were a good surprise and their stories and quests were cool.

More minor character wise...

We get the Drakengard version of the same plague we saw in Cornia, but instead of having "clerics" perform experiments on infected people to find a cure, the accent here is put on a wyvern knight who was to enforce a lockdown, to prevent the plague from spreading and well... no fines in this setting, instead she runs them through with her spear.

IDK how that game would have been received just after Covid lol

All jokes asides, just like the Cornian version of this plot heavily suggested, the plague was devised by the evil empire to cut down the forces of the rebellion and make sure this land would be able to be conquered easily.

Why are the imperials killing people? Well, it might have to do something with the fact that the totes-not-gharnef old sorcerer guy is a necromancer...

Leah's quest explored a little more the background info that "Drakengard and Cornia used to be at war" thingie, with random green units also mounting a liberation army but refusing our help, and we know how this ends with green units, we basically have to save them.

Map ends with some Drakengardians - who swore allegeance to the evil Empire? - still willing to fight us, and Alain asking Leah to please ask them, as a Drakengardian (?) to surrender because if someone from Cornia asks them they will refuse.

Also it's a bit of a character exploration, for once the usually demure + always in the back behind Virginia asks the Liberation Army to do something and insists even if people refuse, straight up saying that in that case (if they refuse) she's going to help the green NPCs herself since she's strong enough to do so and it's cool because I think at one moment Virginia sighs/laughs, but not in a derogatory way, but more in some "damn she's becoming like me" way - which is alluded to in ther rapport conversation, Leah seeks to emulate her bold and fearless (being a green unit) behaviour.

I haven't seen a lot of convos with the desert people we recruit - thank goodness we're far from Hyzante's clichés even if the "people in the desert are bandits and former prisoners" trope is still here, but given how the ones who attack us were brainwashed by the evil Empire, it's not as aggravating as, well, Nopes or Hyzante.

Gameplay wise :

Damn if promoting your units cost medals, but it's so worth it to have more than one action (at least) per turn ! It also means we can use entire new strategies because now the turns are at least longer than one round each!

Drakengard fills the Jugdral quota with the group of units coming all at once at you sometimes lol, but I loved the aesthetic difference that ultimately became gameplay difference between this area and Cornia, basically we have more mountains to less space to manoeuver the non flying units, the enemies use AoE engines to ruin you or at times, AoE map abilities from their own units to deal some annoying amount of damage.

The cities are larger so instead of fighting in a meadow with one or two small buildings here and there, at times the fight takes place in an entire city, so again, it means reduced mobility and of course, desert sucks because, just like FE, you can't move well in the sand.

Lolcalisation wise :

Virginia "I have never been fond of court formalities" says a desert full of bandit isn't a place for "royalty like us"? When the "us" is both her and her cousin reknown for their martial abilities?

What the fuck does it mean ?

At least in FR it's "a lot of people avoid this place" and not just "royalty like us" - which doubles as ridiculous because in the "people avoid this place" it's again the trend of Virginia being a tour guide of Drankengard, telling Alain that people from Drakengard think about the desert, eluding this part is also, in part, eluding part of the knowledge Virginia has about Drakengard.

I think the localisation took the "royal pride" that defines her and exaggerated it to "royal arrogance".

IDK if the meaning is the same in english, cretin is an insult like in french, but damn if you say to someone the are a "crétin" they will feel offended and insulted because that's way more rude than calling someone an idiot!

:/

And I also have a bone against whoever thought it was a good idea to throw "pseudo elvish" words in the localised script (sadly we followed this :'() when the japanese audio doesn't use them at all, was it to pretend the evles from Fevrith have a different language because Tolkien shall be universal, or what?

Elf land doesn't see that interesting plot wise compared to Drakengard, and I'm not saying this because of my Alcina bias lol but I'll just have to wait and see!

(poor hodrick is being slaughtered by those pesky pointy ears and their hybrid attacks, tfw armor not withstanding magic is universal, I'll have to promote Miriam asap to protect him or just bench him :/)

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