#they both are kindhearted to a fault

[decembermoonskz]

so um… I know most of my mutuals may not get it but…. I think chris and g’raha tia are the same person

[chosopie]

📿 LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION - PRIEST SUGURU GETO

SUMMARY: When a priest and his best friend find out about an unforgivable tragedy that occurred in the church they attend to, they both resort to an unorthodox way of coping.

cw: geto as a priest, fem!reader, slight angst, mentions of abuse, death, murder, catholic guilt, confession box, degradation (words like slut), face-fucking, sloppy sex, the collar stays on, inspired by fleabag

“He fucking killed them,” Suguru choked, black eyes brimmed with tears.

This was the first time you’ve heard him swear, ever since he began serving the church. His face was red with anger, his hands shaky and weak. You gently grasped his hands, holding them in place to ease the tremors. His dark and weary eyes looked up at you. The way his beautiful face expressed so much sadness and frustration pained you. A face like that shouldn’t ever have to make those expressions.

Suguru felt many things, but mostly betrayal. He felt betrayed by his fellow brothers, the church, and God Himself for allowing such a thing to happen. He wholeheartedly devoted himself to the church’s cause but it all ended up in vain. Instead, he felt like an accomplice to the evil that brewed in the church. You were right all along and he wished he had listen to those stories you would tell him about. All those years, you would tell him about the church’s ongoing systematic abuse and corruption, but he was so blinded by the false sense of security religion had provided him.

“Not my church,” he’d always tell you.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled your shirt, bunching up the fabric in his hands and pulling you close for an embrace. He smelled of incense and cigarettes. The mixture of the two scents don’t sound pleasant, yet it was intoxicating to you.

“You were right. I feel so fucking stupid.”

“It’s not your fault, Suguru. You can’t blame yourself for something others did,” you tried to reassure him.

“I could have prevented it if I wasn’t so naive.”

This was the night Suguru had flipped a switch. Two candles were lit for Mimiko and Nanako by Mother Mary’s altar—the two kindhearted girls who were more than happy to attend church and help out Father Kenjaku who had beat them to death like the devil he is for his own pleasure. Suguru was going to avenge them.

Lex talionis.

Oculum pro oculo.

Whatever the saying was, Kenjaku must die.

With the swift swing of a dagger that was blessed with holy water, Kenjaku’s chest was impaled, a fountain of blood spurting out of the wound, painting Suguru’s pale and expressionless face a deep shade of red. There was so much blood. Everyone was taught a human body would have more than a gallon of blood. It doesn’t sound like much until it’s spilling all over the floor or onto ur hands.

Now, three deaths had occurred in the church.

The next morning, Suguru went back to church like nothing had happened. You had called him over, telling him that you’d like to do a confession. As cruel as it sounded, you wanted to try and have Suguru all for yourself, especially when his faith was wavering because that would mean you had a chance. You had a chance to take him and forever turn your backs from the church.

You put on a long black dress that perfectly hugged your curves. Your hair was effortlessly tied up into a ponytail, small strands of your hair framing your delicate face. Your lips were painted with an enticing red lipstick. Before you left your apartment, you made sure to spray yourself with an expensive vanilla perfume that would surely last the whole day, then you slipped into your black high heels that had bright red soles.

The church wasn’t too far from your apartment, which is why you chose the place—so you could easily hang out with Suguru. You stopped by the cafe beside your apartment, ordering coffee for you and Suguru. You carefully held the disposable coffee tray as you crossed the street.

“Suguru,” you called, your voice echoing throughout the church’s walls. The place was dark. The only source of light came from the burning candles by the altars. There were rays of colors on the marble floor, reflections from the colorful stained glass windows with portraits of saints and honorable figures. You placed the tray down on the table by the altar.

“You’re early,” Suguru replied, but you couldn’t find where his voice was coming from.

A dark figure emerged from behind you and you turned around, now face to face with Suguru. His face was so close to yours you could feel his warmth. He smiled at you.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said as he walked towards the pew to sit down. “But before that…” he paused. “Come here.”

You made your way to the pew and sat behind him. There was barely any distance that separated the two of you. Both sides of your arms and thighs were pressed against each other, so close you guys were practically basking in each other’s warmth. Suguru shamelessly stole a whiff of your perfume, humming in delight when he takes notice of your go-to perfume that he had gifted you during your birthday last year.

“What made you lose faith?” He softly asked.

“Like I said… the ugly stuff happening behind the church’s big ass doors.

“I see,” he didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t pry any further. “Shall we start?” You nodded.

Your priest-best friend opened the box for you, letting you inside while he entered the other side of the box. You could feel the particles of dust enter your nose, causing you to cough. Besides your coughing, it was eerily silent. You could see bits of his face through the holes like he was behind bars.

“The sign of the cross,” Suguru broke the silence. You both raised your hands, drawing a cross from your forehead, down to your chest, then across your shoulders.

“Bless me, father, for I have sinned…” you sighed. You could feel your heart pounding through your chest, beads of sweat running down your temples.

“Mhm,” Suguru responded. Somehow, it made your nerves wrack.

“Recently, my mind has been consumed by sinful thoughts. It’s awful. I feel like I’m going insane these days,” you dryly laugh.

He doesn’t respond, urging you to continue.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you continued speaking. “I’ve been lusting over a man that I’m forbidden to go after.”

“A married man?” He suddenly spoke. His voice was harsh and cold, making you worry. Have you crossed a line already?

“No,” you squeak. “A priest.” There was silence on his end, the weight of your words slowly settling in, creating an unsettling feeling in the pits of your stomach. It felt like you stomach was being twisted into knots. “Oh, forgive me father!” You cried out in shame.

Suguru laughed. “Oh, dear. Why are you asking me for forgiveness? Is it not the Lord you seek forgiveness from?” He paused. “Unless, you are talking about me.”

“I’m sorry, father!” you plead, but you didn’t feel guilty at all for saying such a thing. It felt relieving to finally express your feelings to him, after all those years of pining and heartache.

“Fuck you calling me father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it,” Suguru devilishly grinned. “Now kneel like the dirty slut you are for me.” There was a sudden change in his aura. It intimidated you, but in the hottest way possible.

You frantically nodded, instantly falling to your knees as you hastily unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He helped you pull down his brief, freeing his hard and leaking cock from the constraints of the fabric. You could see the faint glisten of the sticky fluid dribbling down the head of his throbbing cock. Before you could put your hand on it, Suguru roughly forced your mouth open, and pushed your head onto his dick. A moan was drawn out of his mouth from the newfound burst of pleasure.

It was too big. Your mouth could barely contain the size of it. The tip grazed the back of your throat and the girth painfully stretched your lips, causing the sides of your mouth to slightly crack and bleed. He wiped the small bits of blood off your mouth and held your cheek.

It felt so good. For years, Suguru had been deprived of sexual pleasure. He had been deprived of you. In an instance, he had forgotten about his morals—what to do, what not to do, to fuck or not to fuck. It’s all unholy. He knew this for sure, but he didn’t care because his dick was hard and he was finally going to bust his load into your hot mouth.

Having you sucking him off gave him a sense of control over his human desires. He continued to thrust into your mouth. You gagged on his dick, saliva messily falling from your mouth and coating his dick. You were so pretty like this. The way your eyes were teary and how your mouth struggled to take him kept him amused.

“God, you have no idea how I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” Suguru groaned, throwing his head back while he cupped your face and bucked his hips into you.

The sound of his voice made your pussy throb, your panty collecting all the slick that had been dripping out of your hole the whole time. Knowing how immoral this all was turned you on. You loved and hated how you were enjoying this. No matter how hard you suppress your past beliefs, it was always going to be stored away in you, remaining dormant at your will. There was no denying the fact that it had already been encoded into your very being, leaving behind a big baggage of guilt. Was Suguru enjoying this too? You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth. Was he close already? You tried to ask him, but your mouth was full. All that left your mouth were a series of muffled sounds.

The sounds you made seemed to turn Suguru on. He shut his eyes and tightened his grip on your face, his nails piercing the flesh of your cheeks, leaving faint red marks. He moaned. His voice was so sweet and erotic it made your aching clit throb with arousal.

“Shit. Y/N! Hah-“ he breathily moaned out as he reached his climax, clenching his grip as he shot his warm cum down your throat. It tasted pleasantly sweet and salty. He pulled his dick out to let you swallow his cum and give you a minute to take a breath and regain your composure. His hand moved the stray hairs out of his face to see your intricate features that were shiny with sweat. With the back of his hand, he caressed your rosy cheek, his knuckles brushing past the marks he left on your face.

You got up from the ground and tugged on his collar as you boldly pressed your lips against his. His lips were soft and warm against yours, his tongue gliding across the bottom of your swollen lip. The kiss was sloppy and wet. The two of you were inexperienced and it showed, nevertheless you just let your bodies move with the flow. His hands snakes up your hips, tracing your curves. He groaned against your lips, his erection poking your stomach as you moved closer to him. You helped him take off his black blazer and unbutton his white dress shirt that was stained with sweat. You touched his collar to take it off, but he caught your hand and smacked it away.

“The collar stays on,” he said after pulling away from the kiss. His blazer fell to the floor with a loud clank. You stared at him with confusion. He bent over to pick something up from his blazer, revealing a sharp dagger with a beautifully engraved hilt, the silver blade menacingly glinted at you.

“Hey, Suguru…” your voice shook. Did he go mad too?

“Just trust me, Y/N. I’d never hurt you,” Suguru reassuringly said into your ear, his honeyed voice sweet as ever. You exhaled, breathing out the anxiousness from your chest, and looked into his sincere eyes. He pointed the dagger onto the middle of chest, right between your breasts and tore your dress to pieces, leaving you naked.

“You didn’t even bother to put on some undergarments. Were you hoping I’d fuck you in this confession box?” In the dark, you could still notice the smug grin on his face. You nodded at him. He opened his mouth and latched onto your tits, his tongue hungrily swirling around your nipples. You could feel his saliva dripping down his chin and onto your body.

“Suguru,” you moaned out and tightly held onto his long black messy hair.

His mouth pulled away from your tit with a soft pop, a string of saliva connected his lip to your bud. “Turn around.”

Quickly, you turned around, your ass lightly hitting Suguru’s dick. He bit his lip as he felt blood coursing through his dick. He felt a rush of excitement and a tinge of shame for what he was about to do. He wished he would be doing this with you under a different circumstance and place. He felt guilty for even putting you in a situation like this. This was not how you deserved to be treated. It was your first time and it had to be special.

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked, his voice laced with worry and concern.

“Yes, please.”

“Are you sure?” You nodded.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down on your ass and rubbing circles on them. You could feel his dick poking your ass.

"That's it." Suguru talked you through it to distract you from the sudden stretch. He tightly held your ass as he slowly pushed his tip inside you. His dick was barely inside you, but you could already feel the stretch. He slowly pumped his tip in and out of you, lubing it with your juices to help ease his way inside you. You whined, a surge of pleasure crashed into your body, sending tingles everywhere. Your pussy pulsated around his cock, perfectly hugging his girth.

"Your pussy's taking me so well," His smooth voice praised you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Do you think you could take it all now?"

"Just put it in," you panted and squirmed under his touch. His hands slowly crawled to your back to gently caress it. He could feel the droplets of sweat running down the arch of your lower back.

"Fuck!" You loudly moaned, feeling his whole cock jam into your insides, leaving no room for movement. You were worried about the pain. Perhaps you overestimated your abilities.

"Shhh, it's alright. I'll go slow baby." His soothing voice slightly calmed you down. He kissed your shoulders and back to comfort you.

After a while, your pussy gradually adjusted to his size and eased up. Suguru felt you relax around his dick—a silent signal from you to urge him to start moving. Like he promised, he started with a slow and steady pace, careful not to rush and hurt you. With each thrust came lewd squelching noises that sounded like it was straight out of a porno. Your pussy was filled with your own juices and his pre-cum, both liquids sliding down your labia like it was drooling for him. He traced your folds, collecting your slick with the tip of his finger to have a taste. He sucked on his finger, relishing the sweet taste of your cunt's wetness, then he returned his hand to your core, searching for your clit.

He glided his finger across your pussy's lips, navigating his way through your clit. He moves to the upper portion, finally landing on your attention-deprived clit. Slowly, he rubbed circles on it while applying a bit of pressure.

"Does this feel good?"

"Yes. Faster! Please, Suguru."

"Careful, baby. Be more specific or I'll start fucking your pussy hard," He chuckled.

You placed your hand on top of his, guiding it to your clit’s sweet spot. "Here." Complying to your request, he picks up his pace, his finger effortlessly swiping and rubbing your clit like he was born to do it. You couldn’t stop moaning, your legs starting to shake as he stimulated both your vagina and clit. You have never felt this much pleasure in your life and it was driving you nuts.

The way your body moved and reacted to Suguru’s touch was so enthralling it made his heart race. He was frustrated that he had been missing out on having sex with you. It was the best thing he’s ever felt—an unforgettable feeling he would continue to chase for the rest of his life. This made his mind set on one thing. Fuck his beliefs. Your body was a temple and from now on, it was the only thing he was going to worship. He’d worship you like a disciple. The least he could do for you was make you cum.

"Your pretty cunt is so good. Can I cum in her?" Suguru groaned.

"Cum in me all you want," you begged, getting carried away and backing up on his dick to push it even deeper into the depths of your pussy. You both let out a breathy moan. The two of you loudly fucked ike desperate teenagers in a bathroom stall. The pace you two were going at made it seem like time was ticking and tomorrow would be the end of the world. He started pounding into you even harder, roughly pinning your body and face against the wooden wall of the box. The loud slapping sounds of his hips slamming into your ass and your moans filled your ears. Your bodies moved against each other like they were made to do so, connected to each other in such a way that just made sense. The way his lips connected with yours, how your hands entwined, and how his dick felt inside you, he fit like a missing puzzle piece.

It was beautiful and erotic. Your sensitive pussy clenched and spasmed on his dick as you felt another orgasm shake your body. You moaned and shook with pleasure.

"Keep moaning like that. Gonna cum-" his words were cut short by his loud moans. His dick shot white sticky ropes of cum, feeding your messy pussy. When he pulled out, he watched his cum spill out of your hole, making his dick hard again.

The two of you panted. The air felt thin and hot, but he couldn't pull away form you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on the back of your shoulder.

"Do you regret it?" You suddenly asked him, hoping his answer would give your mind the peace and closure it would need after a troubling situation the two of you had found yourselves in.

"No. Fuck all of this. I just want to be yours. You're the last good thing left of me, Y/N.”

Fear was all Suguru felt at this moment. Were you going to abandon him now?

“I’m all yours too, Suguru. I’ve always been.” You beamed at him.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

So if Amy isn’t in the film, who would give the humanity speech to shadow?

Hi Hon❤️✨

I’ve shared this thought before, but I’m more than happy to talk about it again. I definitely think—and strongly feel—that moment needs to go to Sonic. Not Amy Rose. Please understand that this is not a hate post towards the character. This post is meant to be a reflection of the characters that we know and how they would respond the best to an emotional situation.

The conversation that Amy Rose had with Shadow worked because we got to grow up with her. Through a progression of years, we’ve watched Amy Rose go from cheerleader to becoming her own hero. We’ve had the pleasure of seeing her love the world around her over time. We’ve seen her form relationships with people, we’ve seen her create a life for herself everywhere she goes, we’ve seen her tag along on adventures and prove her worth, and we’ve seen her experience the good and bad that come with life as both a heroine and a civilian. That’s why the moment worked so well in Sonic Adventure 2; we got to grow up with her throughout the games and experience life through her perspective. And because we got that perspective of her “growing up,” her conversation felt much more meaningful in order to trigger a locked memory in Shadow.

This moment wouldn’t work in the films. We wouldn’t have the same relationship that we’ve formed with Amy Rose in a 2hr+ movie as we did in a span of 30-odd years. It wouldn’t feel natural and heartfelt either. The moment would feel like a forced interaction that pays homage to the games. However, this interaction would work best with Sonic Wachowski because we are watching him grow up. We’ve seen how Sonic Wachowski handles the bad and the good in SCU through a progression of years.

This moment needs to come from Sonic. He will have the a level of compassion that Shadow would need in order to snap back into reality. Believe it or not, Sonic also has an understanding of what it’s like to be compared to as something dangerous. The whole point of Sonic remaining hidden for years (from both humans and other species) is because of his abilities. His power is controlled by emotion; when unchecked, it can be dangerous. But when controlled, he can master it. That needs to be a conversation with Shadow, considering he’s viewed as both a weapon and hope for humanity.

Sonic also has an understanding of what it’s like to lose someone that he loves because of him existing. It’s a guilt that resides in both of them where it feels like it’s their fault for the loss of a life. Granted, their experiences are different in how they both loss their loved ones. No one will understand that better, and relate to Shadow better, other than Sonic.

Sonic will have a better understanding of how humans function in the modern world. We’ve seen a healthy balance in how humans respond to extraterrestrials coming to earth. The humans have either welcomed them with open arms, acknowledge their existence and move on, or try and steal their power. Sonic knows the wide range of response; he can vouch on the behalf of those that are kindhearted.

As much as I love Amy Rose, I don’t believe that this moment should come from her. This moment needs to come from Sonic. And that’s okay. Don’t include her into the film to act as an Easter egg. Include her for the right reason. Give her a proper moment that outshines that one. I guarantee you that she is so much more than that. I hope that this answers your question, my dear.

[tubchunk]

q!tubbo, fred, and how far are you willing to go?

So I have THOUGHTS about the lore today :D

FIRSTLY:

When watching the stream, I was so convinced that the letter Fred left asking q!Tubbo on a date was fake, a trap by the federation. But now, realising that it was actually genuine, it was a real desire they expressed, and q!Tubbo never lost faith once that he meant that invitation, breaks my heart. I don't know when Fred realised that their feelings may be something other than just friendly (if they even are completrly), but I bet the movie date and q!Tubbo's endless kindness and patience towards her is what made them want to push a bit further. I wouldn't be surprised if Fred forgets about the Federation, what they have done, and what their position means, when they're talking to, thinking about, or simply with q!Tubbo. Because he never treats him as "Federation Worker WA02". They're Fred. They're someone who exchanges letters with a curious, kindhearted, chaotic engineer, using flowers to communicate things too large to put into words on a page. That's who they are when picking up the letter where q!Tubbo says yes to a date, telling him to pick him up whenever.

But then, like with q!Pierre, q!Quackity comes and kidnaps him, and that stark reality returns. Because to the other islanders, he is a Federation employee, working for an organization that has hurt, tortured and manipulated the people of the island to the point of memory loss and trauma. In q!Pierre's case, Fred was DIRECTLY involved in what happened to him, and to q!Quackity, he is the symbol of what took everything from him. They don't care about what Fred may be like away from the office, he is an employee of the vessel of their worst nightmares. This isn't usually a problem for them, he defaults to the persona she must adopt as a high-ranking employee, with no fear and curt responses that don't reveal much.

Until they bring q!Tubbo into their threats.

And that shakes them up, something in them twists. Not him, he has nothing to do with any of this. Fred says that every time, cuz to them, q!Tubbo is the part of their life that is untainted by the things he has done as a Federation employee. He's the boy who taught him what a friend was, who always wished he was healthy in every letter he wrote, who promised to protect him with what little he had cuz he cared. They have never seen q!Tubbo as anything other than kind, patient, and understanding. He needs them to stay separate, both for q!Tubbo's safety, but also his own. Because they think the moment q!Tubbo finds out what he has done, he thinks he'll leave. Why would someone as kind as him stay by his side after finding out they're a monster?

But q!Tubbo isn't exactly what Fred thinks he is, either.

The same boy who excitedly showed him Wall-E in the cinema, who picked flowers to give him every time they wrote, is also the one who laughed down the barrel of Cucurucho's gun pointed at him, before making his escape. He's snuck into the Fed office multiple times and broken into all its parts, he's broken several rules and continues to do so without a care. HE WENT TO THE NETHER !!! HE LAVACASTED A FED BUILDING!! MAJORITY OF THE ISLAND CURRENTLY WANTS HIM THROWN BEHIND BARS AND HE DOESN'T CARE !!!

Quackity (the cc) had said during the Brazil meetup streams that following events would push the people of the server to see how far they would be willing to go. And I can so clearly see how this would factor in for fred and qtubbo's arc.

Fred has been convinced by q!Quackity that q!Tubbo now hates him. But he doesn't know that, despite q!Quackity trying everything, q!Tubbo refused to be angry at Fred. His faith in them is unwavering TO A FAULT. And he has said before, he does not CARE whether Fred has hurt people or harmed them, because that's his friend (cough cough partner). He knows Fred better than anyone else, and would not think to abandon him through anything. And if he's done bad things? q!Tubbo would not care, he'd probably be willing to walk down into hell with Fred's hand in his if it came to it. Who's to say, to get Fred back, q!Tubbo wouldn't snitch to the Federation? Anything to get the one he cares about back. He promised to protect them. That's how far he's willing to go. Even if it means everyone on the island hates him even more. If it's Fred, he's willing to do it.

q!Tubbo would be willing to burn all his bridges if it meant keeping him and Fred warm.

i was kinda disappointed with the lore today cuz i had hoped it would be more qtubbo centric, but i guess shit must havebeen shifted around cuz tubbo is travelling and it wasnt the best convenience for him but PRAYINGGGGG they do something with this and qtubbo gets his true neutral/villain arc for fred toxic yuri coded frubbo are so real to me

[starogeorgina]

Violent delights

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.04

Your mother stares at her eldest son with admiration; she respected him for his proposal to protect his family, but she could sense your hesitation. “Jacaerys...,” she sighs, “my kindhearted boy, that is the most honorable of proposals, but—”

“A genius idea,” Daemon states, cutting your mother off before she can continue. “Aemma will be a Velaryon, thus protected from the greens.”

A heaviness builds in your chest as you listen to your mother and Daemon discuss the political benefits that would come from you marrying Jacaerys. Watching your mother cradle her growing bump highlighted the disadvantages. You’d never be able to give him a male heir or possibly any children of his own.

“I’m not suggesting this as a political arrangement,” Jace states. Your mother's eyes widen at her son’s words, and she looks up at Daemon, who’s grinning. He didn’t seem surprised by your brother's idea. “You're proof that marrying for love works.” Jace looks over to you, his dark eyes full of fear. “Lyarra?”

Struggling to find your voice, you look between the three of them, knowing that none of them wants to hear what you have to say. You loved your older brother far too much to let him marry you for the sake of honor; he deserves better. Tears start to build behind your eyes at the same time Aemma begins to scream, “I need to tend to Aemma; excuse me.”

You practically run out of the room, not looking back as your name is called.

The moment the door to your bedchamber is closed, you begin to sob, your stream of tears matching your daughters. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you say, softly kissing the side of her head. “It will all be okay, I promise.”

Reluctantly, you call for a wet nurse; not being able to feed Aemma yourself plagues you with guilt. When the wet nurse arrived, you handed Aemma to her and excused yourself. You go and stand on a small balcony just off your room, watching the waves crash below, not caring about your skin and clothes getting soaked.

You close your eyes, hearing footsteps closing in from behind. You just needed a few more seconds to clear your head before you were no doubt ambushed about how rude you were to leave so abruptly, but to your surprise, nobody speaks. You can feel their body heat rubbing off on you when a large cloak is draped over your shoulders, then the hood is pulled down to cover your face.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You open your eyes and look into the bloodshot eyes of your brothers; it hurts to see him looking so hurt by your own actions. “You didn’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that, but I was just so overwhelmed.”

“Please don’t apologize or explain; it’s my fault. I put you on the spot, which I shouldn’t have done; I should have asked you privately.”

You cup the side of his face and say, “My sweet Jacaerys. I know you want to do everything you can to protect Aemma, and I am wholeheartedly thankful for that.”

He stares at you in disbelief. “You really think that’s the only reason I proposed marriage? Lyarra I was heartbroken when you married Aegon. And not just because he is cruel and vulgar, but because I’d be losing you forever. I’ve loved you since I was a boy, and I don’t ever imagine the day that I don’t. But I will not force you into another marriage.”

You cut him off by crashing your lips against his. Warm tears spill down your cheeks. You pull back from the kiss, rest your forehead against his, and chuckle softly. “I used to dream of marrying you when I was younger. How happy our grandsire would be, what we would name our children... but I stopped believing it was ever possible when Alicent declared I was a match made for Aegon.”

“If this is something we both want, then nothing is standing in our way.”

The sky above you had turned black as the winds picked up and the rainfall became much heavier. It was so dark that you could hardly see Jace standing in front of you, sighing and shaking your head. “I may never be able to give you an heir... After everything that Aegon put me through, the idea of ever laying with a man again... I just don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”

“I will never force you to do something that you don’t want too. All I want is to keep you safe; as for an heir, we already have Aemma.”

Your eyes brim with tears, but this time it’s from happiness. “You mean it? Even though she is no-t”

“Aemma is my blood; I would risk my life protecting her regardless of what happens between us,” he says, clearing his throat. “But I promise you I will love her as my own, the same way Daemon has loved us.”

You kiss him again, but this time it is significantly more tender and sweet. “We should inform them of our decision,” you laugh, “assuming, of course, the proposal is still an option.”

He kisses you on the cheek before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside. You feel as if you are floating as your head spins with everything happening so fast. You just prayed to the gods that this wasn’t a dream you could ever wake up from.

𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘳 / 𝘝𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘷ã𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 / 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪 / 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘪ā𝘳𝘻𝘢 𝘴ì𝘳 / 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘱ã 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘪 /

𝘗𝘳ü𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘴ē𝘵𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘪 / 𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘮ä𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 / 𝘘𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢

𝘰𝘻û𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪 / 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘰ñ𝘰 𝘫ê𝘥𝘰 / 𝘙ÿ 𝘬𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘪

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 / 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 / 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 / 𝘈𝘯𝘥

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 / 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 / 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 / 𝘈 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 / 𝘖𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

“Fuck!”

Hearing Jace moan loudly in pleasure caused you to speed up your actions. You were eager to give him the relief he desperately sought. Usually you would enjoy teasing him, but since you rarely got alone time together, you needed to be quick.

“Lyarra, please,” he begs. “Please don’t stop.”

You pumped his member into your hand while Jace continued to lick and suck at your breast. He had seen your body change many times over the past few years, but his lust for you hadn’t changed. It was only seconds after the door to your bedchamber closed that he had you pinned up against the wall, his lips clashing against your own. Craving to touch him, you didn’t bother attempting to undress Jace; you pushed your hand into his waistband and took hold of his already hard cock. At the same time, Jace bit and sucked at your neck before pulling the top of your dress down so he could have better access to your heavy chest.

With a knock at the door, you and Jace jump apart; he quickly shoves himself back into his trousers while you pull the top of your dress back up. Unsure what to expect, you shared a look of concern with him; you’d explicitly asked to be left alone and only interrupted if it was important. You smooth your dress down nervously before opening the door to face one of your mother's handmaids.

She bows, “Forgive the intrusion; Princess Rhaenyra has urgently requested both your presence.”

Jacaerys thanks her before taking your hand, and quickly you head in the direction of the chambers your mother was in. Silently, you prayed it wasn’t anything too serious. Both you and your mother were pregnant again and stressful situations was the last thing you needed.

—

“Absolutely not!” Your husband clenches his fists and says, “You cannot go to King's Landing. I will not have you relive the hell you went through.”

You glance at your daughter, who happily snuggles into what looks like an old rag, holding it close to her face as she sleeps in your bed, unfazed by her father's loud voice. Jacaerys has always been hot-tempered but usually manages to maintain his composure; however, he was being pushed to the edge. His brown eyes are full of guilt and shame when he looks down at his daughter.

Lord Corlys' eldest nephew, Vaemond, insisted he should be Corlys' chosen successor, claiming your three eldest brothers were bastards and your mother was guilty of committing adultery. To keep Lucerys as the rightful heir of Driftmark, your family would need to travel to the keep and fight for his claim.

“We will be fine, my love, Alicent-”

“She is cruel; she will do anything she can to further the claim that me, Luke, and Joffrey are bastards,” he says quietly. “I will do anything to protect our brother, but I’m not putting you at risk at the same time.”

You could tell he was holding something back as he pulled on the threads of the soft gray fur hanging on the bottom of the bed. “Things will be different this time; I won’t be alone.”

“What if Aegon sees Aemma and…”

“And?” You cup his face gently and say, “You’re her father, Jace. You’re the one who raised her, and she loves you as her father. No matter what anyone says, that will never change.” You could see the doubt in his eyes. “They wouldn’t dare say or do anything to our sweet little girl; otherwise, they would have the whole of house Velaryon to deal with. Not to mention Daemon; he would bring fire and blood if they ever hurt his children or grandchildren.”

“I suppose you are right.” Looking defeated, he sits on the chair by the foot of the bed and sighs, “If my legitimacy is put into question, then so is our children’s.”

The gods had been kind since your marriage to Jacaerys, blessing you with both healthy male and female heirs. After a year of marriage, you finally felt ready to lay with your husband, and not long after, your second daughter was born. You named her Rhaenys after your grandmother on your father's side. Less than two years later, you give birth to twin sons, Avery and Aethan. All of them shared your Targaryen features; however, you secretly hoped the next one looked like Jace. “Then we will remind them that we are part Targaryen, and the blood of the dragon runs thick through our veins and our children’s. We need to do this; we need to go and show a united front for our family. For Lucerys. I will not allow the greens to treat him the same way they treated me.”

“Your bravery never fails to amaze me,” he says, kissing the back of your hand. For the first few months of your second pregnancy, Jacaerys often found you kneeling, eyes closed, hands pressed together, while you prayed for your babe to be healthy. It was then that he truly understood how terrifying living in the keep and going through each pregnancy alone must have been. Ever since he took every opportunity to remind you of that, He lets out a soft chuckle. “Do you think our dragons will be restless without us near?”

“We shall bring them with us. I will fly on Viserion and you on Vermax to the keep; our children can either fly with us or go in the carriage with our mother and Daemon.”

A little more content Jacaerys nods in agreement before he starts to get ready for bed. You force a smile, afraid to admit how truly scared you are to return to the keep.

[lifes-line]

In honor of the Adventure Zone and the suffering game coming out soon I’m gonna talk about the moments in The Adventure Zone that got me the most emotional

Obviously spoilers for the Adventure Zone

5. Johann the Bard’s death

This one I think caught the majority of TAZ fans off guard. Whenever an NPC died.. it was always during the events of recovering a grand relic - never after the mission. It’s like-

Johann was here. And then he wasn’t.

And most people grew very attached to Johann during the episodes and arcs of making fun of him, asking if they’re ok with being forgotten, him and his relationship with the Void Fish— and to include this with my number 5

WHEN MAGNUS AT THE END OF THE PODCAST

NAMES HIS FUCKING DOG AFTER JOHANN

OHMYGODDD

4. Meeting Lup

Now- not when Lup was freed from the Umbra-staff and called out her brother for being gay, while that was a funny as fuck moment, that’s not what I’m referring to.

It’s when we cut back to the Stolen Century and we meet Lup officially for the first time. I just remember hearing her speak for the first time and her antics and I remember being like “god.. she’s just like her brother.”

And we get to know her and it’s like- we also find out she is nothing like Taako. She’s more empathetic to people - to strangers- she’s smarter than him(like book smart) , SHES a nerd, she flamboyant and kindhearted and it’s like also-

We’ve known her forever. She was in every single adventure the boys had- she was this overwhelming presence in the entire podcast - from her name burnt into the wall, to “where’d you get that umbrella?”, to flying to Taako’s aid every time he was in trouble— she had always been a character without a name or face to her and then we she is finally formally introduced you just love her instantly.

That’s amazing writing.

3. Arms outstretched

Now this got everyone.

It was such a powerful moment between brothers and between friends- even Griffin didn’t see it coming.

He fully expect them to just let Magnus float off into the astral plane but then they change the entire plot of the story and saved Magnus and brought him back.

Taako and Merle both using a spell slot to bring back their bestfriend. Also foreshadows to their deeper connection back in their stolen century.

The music behind that scene was also fucking phenomenal it was beautiful and I loved it.

2. “You fucking took everything from me”

Ok SO- THIS ONE IS INCREDIBLE- it starts me on the same tangent every time.

In this moment Taako has fully remembered all of the events that happened before Lucretia erased their memories and he is fucking infuriated.

Because if Lucretia had not done it that day- Taako and Barry would’ve found Lup. THINK ABOUT IT - that day they were going to check Wave Echo cave- they would’ve found Lup’s corse and the red robe and the umbrella - Taako would’ve made the connection and Barry would’ve figured it out instantly and Lup would’ve been set free and back.

But because Lucretia did it they never went to WaveEcho cave and they never found her- until a decade later- Taako found her stupid and unknowing - took her umbrella and watched her skeleton decay- AND NOW HE REMEMBERS THIS

And it’s too late to go back to WaveEcho now, the fucking hunger is here and her corpse is long gone, if she was a lich barry would’ve found her by now, and if she was in Phanadalin- it was all glass now - where could she have gone?

Taako is realizing silently what Barry isn’t aware of- Lup was right there. SHE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM- and he couldn’t find her, he couldn’t save her.

In this moment of rage Taako realizes his sister is gone. She’s never coming back. Lucretia took his everything from him.

And it’s all her fault.

1. Magnus’s death

Now. The day I finished TAZ Balance edition, at 9:38PM, I cried myself to sleep. OF COURSE I DID

“HOW DOES MAGNUS DIE?”

SURROUNDED BY HIS LOVED ONES

WITH HIS DOGS

AND MAGNUS FINALLY ENDS HIS ULTIMATE QUEST- HE SEES HIS WIFE IN THE AFTERLIFE

Magnus, rushing in to everything because he ultimately wanted to die a crazed hero so he could see his wife again but still feel like he died doing something worth it just for her, who never loved another ever during his years alive, who turned down the temptation of his own relic because if he was going to see his wife again he wanted her to be proud of him, Magnus Burnsides whose ultimate destination and goal was to see the love of his life again.

And he finally did.

Magnus got the happy ending he truly deserved.

Magnus Burnsides is the most relatable character in all of the Adventure Zone(to me at least) I love and cherished him like he was truly my friend- so when he dies at the end of the podcast I cried like I was grieving a real person.

[swallowtail-lotus]

For Eternity {Beelzebub x reader}

Repost

Ain't gonna lie, but Beelzebub kinda fine tho

I know I said no angst, but I had this

Warnings: Dark themes, kidnapping, mentions of experimental work, the word torture is used once

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Sobbing filled the cold, empty room. Blood was all (Y/n) could smell. Her own blood. The smell of death was all too familiar with her now.

She can't remember how long she was trapped in the room. She couldn't remember her family, friends or her home. All of that was taken from her.

Because of him.

Beelzebub. The god cursed by Satan. Lord of the flies. The god feared by humans and other gods.

A cold hand grazed her cheek, bringing her back to reality. (Y/n) felt his fingers twirl strands of her hair, his shallow breathing blowing on her face.

"So interesting..." His voice never failed to strike fear into the young woman's body. Beelzebub stood up, forcing the woman to follow him to another, where he experiments on those that caught his interest.

She may not be able to remember much of her past, but she could never forget how she met her tormentor.

It was just an ordinary day.

(Y/n) was a kindhearted woman, always wanting to help those in need, or simply become their friend. She was always seen with a smile that was just as glowing as the sun itself. Anyone around her would be stuck in an trance.

(Y/n) had met Beelzebub through one of her friends, Lucifer. She remembered how different he was back when they were happy.

"(Y/n)! Come meet our new friend!" Lucifer shouted, waving at her. The goddess rushed over to meet him, her eyes widen when she saw him.

"Beelzebub?" Lucifer nodded. She kneeled down to the man's height, giving him a smile.

"Nice to meet you. Hope we can stay friends." She said, extending your hand to the male. The male stared at her hand and hesitantly shook it.

This was the start of a friendship she wish never ended...

But it was soon taken from her the moment she found out about the truth about her friend.

When she assisted both Lilith and Beelzebub on the search for Satan. She saw what happened to Lilith.

(Y/n) was frozen in shock, not wanting to believe one of her friends was responsible for the recent murders. She wanted it all to be a bad dream. A part of her asked her to forgive him. She knew Beelzebub never meant any of this. It was all Satan's fault. There was another thing they both found out.

(Y/n) was immune. Immune to the curse.

During the time Beelzebub was losing himself, he got one of his experiments to kidnap the goddess and bring her back alive. When she found herself in his home, she was relieved at first, but that was quickly washed away when Beelzebub began his experiments on her. Or as she puts it, torture.

She knew the god she was friends with was long gone.

"Another fail. We'll try again tomorrow." Beelzebub spoke with no emotion, walking out and leaving her to cry once more.

Could you really blame him?

You're the only one alive that can't die from his curse.

The only one he can keep loving for eternity.

[silverthehedgehogcharacteristics]

Silver the hedgehog traits

Strong Sense of Justice (Driven to right wrongs in the world, spends most of Sonic Forces wanting to “settle the score”)

Hopeful Optimist. Believes “there’s always hope as long as you don’t give up”(JP Sonic Forces) and has a “positive way of life that inspires people and makes them want to cheer him on”(Sonic Channel Silver Introduction Story)

Kindhearted (Altruist with a strong desire to help others. Empathetic to the state of the world around him for both the environment and people. Wants to “protect smiles” and make people happy because he grew up in a world where everyone lived in despair(Silver Intro Story))

Has an “honest, unpretentious and kind demeanor”(SC Staff Column Wallpaper) and an enchanting smile(His smile fills Elise with trust and joy during their performance in Otherworld Comedy Act 4 and someone he serves apple slices to can’t say no to his smile even though they're full already)

Relentless Determination. Doesn’t give up easily (got exact hedgehog apple slices after 40 tries)

Naive (Has a somewhat black and white perspective. Expects people to believe him when he says he’s from the future)

Forthright. Straightforward and Honest to a fault (He can’t lie) Wears his heart on his sleeve

Blunt and Rude (the rough side of being straightforward and honest) Quick to Insult people. He has no filter and will call you an idiot to your face if he thinks you’re an idiot. In Japanese he uses casual/informal impressions “Ore”(I) and “Anta”(You)(instead of the polite “Anata”), also points at people he talks to(rude gesture) and crosses his legs while sitting which is roughly the Japanese equivalent to putting your feet on a table. Silver is informal overall in contrast to his polite mannered inspiration Future Trunks. Silver’s rudeness is opposed to Eggman Nega’s over politeness

Focused. Goal Focused. (even during things like competitions. He says the Jade Ghost Wisp is the only item he likes because it let’s him disappear and focus on racing in the Team Vector interview) Straight-To-The-Point Mindset (seen throughout Sonic Forces)

Proactive

Not trusting. (Hounded Dodon Pa throughout TSR, was questioning Mephiles’ mission even as he and Blaze reaffirmed killing Sonic being the only option, took time to work with others in the Rivals series)

Hot-blooded, High-Spirited/Passionate (can get loud and carried away when riled up), Puts his all into what he gets invested in(I’m giving this everything I’ve got!), feels things strongly

Emotionally Immature (unregulated/unfiltered unlike the repressed Blaze). Hot Temper/Easily Angered  (like Blaze) fumes at Jet’s provocations in the 2012 Olympic Games

Rash and Reckless (Can deal with things too head-on or take on everything himself because of the strength of his feelings(Silver intro story) which can make him impulsive) Can be slowed down by doubt and indecision however

Brash, Abrasive and Juvenile (How he’s young and immature)

High Aggression (He can be feral). Determined Expressions and Aggressive Body Language even during competitions or tasks he's focused on. Needs to be held back at times (2012 Olympics, how his stoic partners help him). Often makes fists, punches things when he’s frustrated and gets up with his fists in Sonic Forces

Headstrong. Confrontational (Doesn’t take kindly to being treated like an amateur in Otherworld Comedy Act 8)

Competitive (Almost fights Blaze over who could deal with Orbot and Cubot on their own in Colors DS)

Confident in himself. Has a smug attitude about his abilities and trains regularly (said to make steady efforts in apple cutting wallpaper story, Talks about training a lot in Olympic Games)

Fierce Warrior (fought and struggled for most of his life in dangerous disaster/monster filled environments, almost as strong as Shadow, enjoys brawling, has no regard for pain, immediate fight response when surprised in Generations) Silver’s backstory is about him constantly fighting against Iblis, Iblis monsters and disasters like Flame Tornadoes for most of his life to bring peace to the world, due to this he is deeply committed to and appreciative of peace and prosperity but also has a pretty violent personality because of it

Can be ruthless towards his goals (has robbed, sneaked and killed before), Can “sometimes calls forth great power without mercy”(Silver Intro story). Silver inherits the pragmatic and somewhat ruthless “get-it-done” mentality from Future Trunks

Extremely Brave (No regard for his own safety. Fight response to danger) Undeterred by being kicked in the head by Shadow or smashed across the street by Sonic in Generations. Endures "pain beyond description” caused by his powers in the Silver intro story

Values bravery/directness and dislikes cowardice/cowardly tactics (Sonic Rivals 1+2, Team Vector Nintendo Dream interview)

Very Perceptive and Intuitive (possibly psychic intuition) has been a successful detective and solved problems by thinking in all his major game roles. Sees through Nega’s disguises by noticing small details

Blaze’s equal partner. Skilled competent person that can perform multiple different jobs including being a delivery boy, a butler and a celebrity genius skating coach. Other skills shown in 06 Town Missions include expert flying, sharpshooting (among the best in Soleanna’s 1500 year history), solving mysteries and being able to beat large hordes of enemies (His life in the 06 future+Town Missions 5,9,10,13,16 and 18)

A reliable friend that's protective of the people he cares about, stands up for others(Mario & Sonic 2020) and enjoys the peace he protects by engaging in cheerful activities (Silver Intro story)

Lives in Good Future Soleanna post 06(He was always intended to live there as that was the original reason he was going to be named Venice. Also inferred in his Sonic Channel intro story and Otherworld Comedy Act 4). Thinks things in Sonic’s time are dated (sometimes, in Colors DS and Rivals)

Introspective and Sentimental (Says his favorite moment in racing is seeing everyone come together and giving their all to a single objective)

Enjoys sightseeing, competitions and going on journeys(Olympic Games, Sonic Pict). Enjoys all the cheerful activities Soleanna has to offer

Has a mischievous side (Commemorative Illustration Series)

Might have a weakness for small cute things. (He plays with the Chao in Sonic Rivals 2 and a Nintendo magazine comic)

Often shown to like apples/apple flavored foods (Ate apple flavored calorie bars in the 06 Future according to Sonic Pict art)

Breathlessly enjoys seeing Smiles and Beautiful Scenery (World Peace, the reason there’s a maple leaf on his head) Because of his empathy he is sad to see these things destroyed but is also vicious to anything that threatens them. His feeling reflect the state of the world around him

Blue Skies and people living in prosperity make him feel at peace (in contrast to the apocalyptic devastation and suffering he’s experienced)

Taurus(Nintendo Magazine JP Interview) Enhancer-Emitter type. Enhancer being someone that is determined and simple, never lies, hides almost nothing, is straightforward in actions and thinking, whose words and actions are often dominated by their feelings and is very focused on their goals, and Emitter being someone that is impatient, not detail-oriented and quick to react in a volatile manner but can also calm down and forget easier

Polar opposite of Eggman Nega (Blaze’s best friend, Pure, Young, Honest, Rude, Empathetic, Impulsive/Reckless, Naive, Practical/Focused, Altruistic, desiring Peace and Happiness and being willing to die to protect the world in contrast to Eggman Nega being Blaze’s arch enemy, Twisted, Old, Deceitful, Polite, Psychopathic, Calculating, Sophisticated, Petty, Egoistic, desiring Chaos and Destruction and being willing to die to destroy the world)

Sources: English AND Japanese versions Sonic 06, Sonic Rivals 1 & 2, Sonic Colors DS, Sonic Generations, Sonic Forces, Team Sonic Racing, Mario & Sonic at the 2012, 2016 and 2020 Olympic Games, Sonic Channel Stories, Sonic Pict art, Nintendo Dream Magazine articles with Sonic Team input, Sonic Team developer interviews and the Japanese cultural context behind Silver’s character

[z-eusie]

What do you think the older 6’s relationship with the titans is like? Specifically their father, since he did eat 5 of them. How would they react if he wanted to actually have a relationship with them all?

so, it definitely varies from titan to titan - in my headcanons and writing, each of the six faces off with different titans with varying consequences (hades and iapetus, where hades is severely injured by the titan. hestia with coeus, in which she narrowly avoids being physically assaulted. demeter with hyperion, in which he burns a grove with her in it. etc etc, all personal headcanons) so they might be able to "forgive" the titans as they are pardoned as a whole - but would struggle to do so with one or two in particular based on their history.

generally speaking, enough time has passed for the animosity to be minimal. they were all victims of that war, not just the six. but that does not mean they are friendly, and it certainly does not mean there is trust. just enough of an acknowledgment of the situation to coexist.

now, cronus is a completely different story. while the conflict between the six and the other titans is partially circumstantial, the conflict with cronus was far more personal. that sort of anger and resentment and trauma does not just go away, even if cronus is eventually pardoned. his sentence is served, but he is not necessarily forgiven by his children.

some would be slightly more open to the potential for a relationship - demeter, hades, and hera most of all, in that order. i think there's a part of demeter that's a little idealistic, and genuinely craves a 'father figure' in a way that she cannot explain, nor is she willing to admit to the others. in my headcanons, she also spent the least amount of time in captivity, so the trauma did not run quite as deep.

hades is genuinely just more Forgiving than some of the others, and his proximity to the titans made the thought of them a little easier to stomach, lol. hera, while unwilling to admit it, is so much like cronus that the potential for reconciliation is there if given time to flourish.

poseidon and zeus are both huge 'fuck no's' in regards to a relationship. zeus obviously did the pardoning, and so his sense of justice acknowledges that cronus served his time. but the war was so emotionally taxing on zeus, his isolation was difficult, being bred as a weapon was hard, and so he has no desire for a relationship. poseidon is similar - he's too traumatized, too angry, too hurt to ever truly consider it. he's barely reconciled with his mom, and she's significantly less at fault than cronus. poseidon would laugh at the suggestion.

hestia spent so long in the darkness, though, and saw what it did to her siblings - her kids, really - that despite her kindhearted nature, she has no forgiveness in her heart for cronus. she, more than any of the others, would say absolutely not.

[crusherthedoctor]

💫 Favorite Sonic gals?

Basically every female that's higher up in the tier list I made yesterday.

If I had to think of a current top ten...

10. Elise - Underwritten, but time has shown us that she wasn't a bad character. '06 wasn't her fault, and Sonic's utilization in the overall plot aside, I like their dynamic together. Her design is also very nice when it doesn't have to abide by the game's overt realism.

9. Shahra - I was indifferent to her for the longest time since aside from Erazor's abuse, I didn't think much about her otherwise. Then all of a sudden, I warmed up to her starting from last year, as I've grown to appreciate her friendship with Sonic... though TBH, I have the Toll Girl indoctrination to thank for this shift in perspective.

8. Marine - If you didn't say shit about Bunnie's accent, you're not allowed to complain about Marine's. She's loads of fun, I don't care what anyone in 2007 said.

7. Cream - My favourite speedrunner. With a smile on her face.

6. Blaze - I'm sorry you've been used by Flynn and Co to downplay the other females, you don't deserve to be weaponized like that. Blaze is more than just a disposable Strong Female Character template... and more importantly, she's a cat.

5. Heavy Magician and Heavy Rider - They're both members of the Hard-Boiled Heavies, and as we know, all five of them are Sonic and the Peak Fiction, so I can never mention one in isolation. I like to headcanon that Magician rhymes her sentences, Gruntilda-style.

4. Tikal - She's worth more than the million Whogivesashit the Echidnas in Archie put together. Also associated with Chaos and SA1 as a whole, so y'know.

3. Ariem - I can't justify why an Android-only character is this high up beyond "I just think she's neat". :P Her design is so pretty, and I really like her chemistry with each of the characters... I wanna see more of her (as long as she doesn't get IDW'd)... :<

2. Rouge - She was my #1 Sonic female for so long, and I still love her now. Playful, flirty, smarter than she lets on, and bound to have your back despite her jewel thievery. Just like with Blaze, there's more to her than being able to fight, and if you believe the existence of boobs negates her character, then I don't trust you with female characters in general.

1. Trip - After thinking it over more extensively, I concluded that my unapologetic bias for kindhearted shy ladies wins again, because I'm such a predictable bastard. Can you blame me though? She's cute. :3 She's nice. :3 She's dragon. :3

[peachsayshi]

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notes:  this is a short story - I have plans for a part 2 from the reader’s pov. not sure if I will write anything beyond that as of now xo 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: royal au; angsty; nai’s feelings get hurt :c; inexperienced nai; pining; mentions of vashwood; mentions of arranged marriages; mentions of infidelity; sacrilege (?); 

Nai felt the ground beneath his feet disappear. The voices surrounding him turn into static while the vibrant gowns and suited garments blend together with a swipe of a single brushstroke. Suddenly he can’t see the picture clearly, and his blue eyes sting as he widens them with unpleasant surprise. 

Did you really just say that? he thinks with a furrow of his brows. 

Did you really just say that…that you hate him? 

You?

His entire body pulses as he stumbles over his long stride, pushing past the crowd of dignitaries to make his way outside. There is no room for manners, no reason to murmur an “excuse me” with the way his heart is racing, with the way his mind is spinning in pirouettes like the dancers around him. The ballroom suddenly feels claustrophobic, and he needs to get some fresh hair after your words knocked the wind out of him. 

Each step towards the garden is a reminder of why he disliked this castle, of the despise he feels towards the opulence of it all. The gaudy interior is a representation of the vast wealth and history that his family inherited once they overthrew the old kingdom, and symbolized the sacrifices that were made to keep the power. 

He escapes into the gardens, the scent of blooming moonflowers greeting him upon arrival but the fragrance only exacerbates his faint mind. He settles onto the marble bench hidden between the bushes before releasing a long, drawn out exhale that he didn’t even realize he was holding in. 

Nai’s throat tightens - of course, your words came with a reason…it’s just after everything, he didn’t expect to hear them from you.

Nai and his brother were the brains behind the kingdom’s thriving agricultural trade, but controlling the abundance of the land was only possible because of him. Both brothers held equal accomplishments that garnered them a level of respect that went beyond their royal titles, but it still wasn’t enough to win over the people’s hearts because of the blood on Nai’s hands. 

Without his action his family and people would have suffered under the hands of brutal terror, and with that Nai had no regrets.

When he fought fire with fire, everyone was suddenly petrified of the beast who was crowned the winner.

He knew that most people didn’t take well to his personality or his beliefs. His distrust towards others was purely a fault of his own but one he couldn’t easily shake. The old kingdom had planted a seed of hatred that sprouted into an undying tree within him. Unlike his brother, Nai held onto his grudges which allowed them to fuel his motivation for control. His “odd” behavior led to petty gossip of why he’s remained a king with no wife or heir, but his reputation of being the “radical twin” preceeded everything else. His subjects thought he was cruel and cold, comparing him to a chilly tundra unlike his twin who is regarded as the warmth of summer. 

Vash’s smile can radiate an entire room, while Nai’s eclipses the light.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and Nai knew that Vash would never be capable of carrying these burdens while keeping a pragmatic mind. His kindhearted nature would always get the better of him, and Nai was fully aware that the power that he holds can only exist with malice by his side. 

However, Vash still remains his most trusted confidant despite living his life at his own free will. He maintains the peace between the kingdoms, since many of the leaders refuse to deal with the “stubborn and sadistic” king himself. Vash’s personality earned him many friends and plenty of connections, and somewhere through the grapevines, you came into the picture.  

Nai was suspicious of you at first. He couldn’t understand why you were hanging around his brother like a moth to a flame. Using his spies to pry into your motives, Nai soon learned that your family had expectations on you marrying the duke. This fact only made his wariness over you grow, because even though he couldn’t stand most people around him, Nai did cherish his own brother with unconditional love. 

Marrying into their family would garner you power, status and most importantly, influence.

“Does she even know about the priest?” he blantantly asked Vash over dinner one night. 

Vash’s cheeks turned pink, and he awkwardly laughed before scratching the back of his head nervously. “You mean Nicholas?”

Nai rolled his eyes, “You know that’s who I’m talking about...”

“O-Of course she does! I had her visit the church just the other day. She wanted to sit through one of his sermons...” 

Nai picked up the glass of wine before puffing out an exhale. His brother always maintained a level of innocence by playing stupid, but Nai knew his secret. His little trysts with the priest have been brought to his attention many times before, but the king quickly dismissed the blabbering rats that were festering around the castle for the sake of his brother’s honor. 

He pieced together why Vash was entertaining this silly courtship right then and there - a marriage would be the perfect solution to squash any rumors about him and the priest. 

“You’ll need my blessing for this to carry on further...” 

Vash’s smile fell, “I hope you’ll give it to me...” 

Nai placed the glass down on the table, flicking his gaze upward to look directly into the eyes of his twin. 

“If that’s what you want” he conceded, knowing full well that Vash has forgiven him for far worse.

After that day, your visits were extended which led to you residing in the castle for an extended period of time in the last year. Nai may have given his brother the blessing he needed to carry on this facade, but he chose to keep his distance from the messy entanglement altogether. A part of him didn’t want to admit that he was the slightest bit jealous of his twin who had all the means to swing a beautiful woman like yourself even under the disguise of a lie, whereas Nai easily turned heads in the other direction.  

None of these things should have even mattered, until one fateful night when he caught you by yourself in his private garden. 

You were standing there admiring the night flowers in bloom, delicately arching forward to breathe in the scent emanating from purple and violet petals. The king is familiar with beauty - he’s seen plenty of attractive faces within his court and at royal balls - but there was something about the moon’s bright light radiating around you like a halo that rendered him speechless. You weren’t just another pretty face, you were a stunning creature straight out of the myths that he loved to read, a living goddess who made his heart skip over itself effortlessly. 

When you raised up from sniffing another flower is when you finally caught his gaze, and Nai quickly buried his feelings as he furrowed the front of his blonde brows with annoyance. 

“What are you doing here?” he snapped through gritted teeth, digging his fingers into his palm and noticing only then that you were clutching a journal tightly against your chest. 

“Your majesty,” you replied calmly with a courtsey, a slight shake in your voice the only indication of your nervous tone. “My apologies, I...I simply wanted to see your garden. Vash...uhm-..I mean, the duke, told me it is one of the marvels of your kingdom...” 

Nai hated the way his cheeks warmed at your saccharine voice. He could feel the tips of his ears turning a deep crimson, but he wasn’t going to drop his defenses over empty compliments. 

With his head held high he strode towards you, gazing down at you with sharp, condescending eyes and a disapproving frown. He heard you draw a tiny inhale as he stopped just an inch away, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you into running off scared like a frightened rabbit. 

“I-I’ve never seen an angel lotus before,” you stammered out your excuse, and glanced toward the bed of light blue flowers beside you. You proceeded to pull the journal away from your chest, your shaky fingers flicking through the pages until you found just the one you were looking for. “I’ve heard they are quite rare to source and are extremely temperamental to care for...” 

Nai arched his brow as you showed him the inside of your notebook. At first he wanted to scoff and knock it out of your hands, but the minute he caught sight of your handwriting, he found himself pausing. 

His slender, long digits reached for leather, and he clasped your journal in his hands as he scanned over the pages. 

There were detailed notes of various flora, fauna, plants and herbs. You had drawings of each of them, dissecting parts of their anatomy and making little notes where you cross referenced the species. He skimmed through the pages, brushing over the messy lines and various points in between - a collection of facts and thoughts that you accumulated through time. 

“Forgive me for overstepping, your majesty, I-I didn’t mean to snoop-” 

“Angel lotus’ aren’t temperamental, they are sensitive..” he interjected as he continued sifting through your notes, all the while swallowing the flutter of excitement he was feeling at this very moment. “..according to legend, the seeds were gifted by ancient gods who wanted to bring a piece of heaven to humans, they were never meant to exist in our world which is why it’s so hard for them to thrive in our environment...” 

“Is that so?” 

Nai shut the journal close, returning to meet your curious eyes as he handed the book back. “Their petals bruise easily, they wilt with the slightest change in the weather, they refuse to sprout if the soil isn’t right...but with enough patience they learn to adapt, to adjust, to grow...they don’t require attention, they demand it”

You smiled at his little tale with intrigue, and the man’s chest grew uncomfortably tight.

“Where did you learn all this, your majesty?”

He reached his finger over to a single flower, brushing the pad of his digit just underneath the petal and you swore in that moment you watched it nuzzle lovingly against him. 

“My mother taught me...”

That conversation was the start of it all. 

Night after night, Nai would search for you in his garden. At first he would pretend to be surprised to find you there until eventually he became comfortable meeting you casually. The two of you would spend hours talking about your love for the natural world. Nai answered your questions about the variety of rare plants he grew in garden, and in return you offered tips from your own bank of knowledge that you aquired over time.

Eventually those conversations delved into deeper, more personal things. Botanical topics were replaced with childhood stories and hard truths, deep thoughts and sighing dreams. You were cautiously prying him open, and he found himself revealing all the skeletons in his closet. 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked on your last night before heading home, while the both of you were standing outside his glass greenhouse. 

You leaned back against the pillar of the gazebo placed just at the front, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from smirking - a nervous trait that the king had grown entirely too fond of. 

“Should there be a reason to fear you, your majesty?” 

“I have enough blood on my hands to fill an entire river,” he stated quite matter of factly, his cold eyes diminishing the blooming warmth in yours.

He watched your face fall, making him huff with acknowledgement until you caught him by surprise when you boldly reached for his hand. 

“As does every other ruler,” you replied honestly. 

“None were as violent…” 

“The tyrant who ruled this kingdom reaped the benefits of it’s resources while allowing his people to suffer under poverty and enslavement. Now, it’s thriving once more…”

He was taken aback by your insistence...by your desire to find honor in his actions. 

Nobody else in the world saw him this way.

All they saw was the homicidal maniac who slaughtered anyone who opposed him.

He snatched his hand away from underneath your palm in agitation, growing increasingly more frustrated that you were making it difficult for him to ignore his infatuation over you.

At least if you hated him things would far, far simpler.

Nai used his hand to hook around the back of your neck. “Maybe you should be afraid. I can easily take advantage of you at anytime,” he loosely threatened, feigning his intimidation as his heart drummed between his ribs. “ruin you for any other man, soil your reputation...” 

Your throat bobbed when you swallowed a gulp of air, but the interaction only resulted in you tilting your head up and brushing your lips over his own as you held your ground. 

“Then ruin me”  

Whatever power he thought he possessed over you dissipated in that instance. Nai loosened his grip and exchanged it for a delicate caress as he slowly stroked his thumb along the column of your neck. He hesitated for only a moment, before pressing his lips onto yours and planting a chaste kiss. He lingered for a few seconds until a shiver crawled up his back, and forced him away. 

He was highly aware of his own self conscious, and wondered if you could taste his inexperience. Dropping his hand by his side, Nai lowered his shameful eyes as he tried to compose his behavior.

A gentle touch forced his chin upward, and you expanded your fingers across his jawline to return him back to his previous position. 

“May I, your majesty?” you asked feverishly. 

“Don’t…” he adamantly rejected.

“Please, Nai?”

Hearing his name purr out of you in a dreamy, dulcet tone had him weak in the knees. He should put you back in your place and remind you of who you were speaking to, but instead the man simply nodded his head. 

You tapped your forehead against his and kissed the corner of his mouth.  

“I’ll guide you,” you whispered, like it was a secret that you were swearing to keep. 

Usually he would fight and argue over the indecency of it all, but this was a special case. He soaked every little peck you delivered before parting his mouth and allowing the sweetness of your tongue to slide along his.

He explored you with boyish wonderment, languidly finding his own rhythm to your tender movements. You leaned back and allowed the pillar to brace you as your arms circled around his neck to pull him closer. His hands fell to your waist, gripping the fabric as his thumb rubbed over the material to feel the boning of your corset underneath. The touch starved king suddenly realized his own hunger when he devoured you, with the kiss growing increasingly more desperate the longer he savored you. 

When he pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes filtered with lust as they fell to your heaving breasts and swollen lips slick with spit. His digits dug into your waist, a desire to knead your soft skin at the forefront of his mind. He arched down once more to nibble on your bottom lip, before creating a short trail where he left a few light kisses on your jaw and one on the exposed part of your neck. He nipped and sucked on the tender flesh, feeling your hand grip the threads of his golden hair as you hissed with pleasure. 

When he pulled away he smoothed his thumb over the area where he marked you, dragging his finger back and forth across the imprint with satisfaction. 

Blue eyes caught yours in a heated stare, but no other words were spoken. He carefully retracted himself from your body, only leaving his hand intertwined in yours as he carefully led you back to the palace before separating himself when you both were within visual sight. 

He went to bed that night with chills and an ache tearing him up from the inside. The strain in his pants was unbearable, and for the first time in years the man stroked himself to a desperate release. 

The king only realized the severity of his actions when he saw his brother the next morning. Vash was seeing you off, and the two of you were in the middle of a conversation while absentmindedly staring at the footmen who were loading all your things onto the carriage. 

“What a nasty little bug bite, you have...” he overheard Vash state with indifference.

“Y-Yes, it’s quite strange,” you replied coyly, covering the bruise with your gloved fingertips. “I really should be more careful spending all my time outdoors...” 

Nai couldn’t resist but smile quietly to himself, approaching the two of you with confidence as he watched his brother study the mark that he left. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, prompting both you and Vash to face his direction. 

“Your majesty,” you curtseyed instantly, the tiny sparkle in your eye sending his heart racing.  

“You’re here!” Vash greeted politely, “What a surprise! I didn’t think you would show up...”

Nai remained poised, but his gaze never left yours. “She’ll be apart of this family soon,” he announced casually, “plus, I found this out in the garden and I figured you might want it...” 

From behind his back he revealed your leather-bound journal that he sneakily managed to swipe from your room thanks to a couple of servants. 

“My notebook! I was looking for this all morning!” you remarked with relief, forgetting yourself and your manners for a moment. 

Vash chuckled as he reached for the book from his brother’s hand and passed it along to you. Only then did he notice that longing gaze that lingered, and he flashed his brother a puzzled expression as he shifted his eyes back and forth between you both. 

Nai gave you a slight bow as a dismissal, “very well then, I guess we’ll see you in three weeks time” 

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly while trying your best not to allow the awkwardness to linger. 

“We’ll be announcing the engagement at the ball,” Vash pointed out, cutting the tension with a sharp pair of scissors with words that coiled around the king’s heart. “Now that we have both our families blessing” 

“Indeed,” Nai bitterly acknowledged. 

The man releases another long exhale, his eyes fixateing on the crescent moon and bursting stars above. The silence was stirring up every precious encounter, but all Nai could think about is how your voice didn’t sound like one that belonged to you when you adamantly claimed that you hated him. 

All this time, he assumed that maybe there was something more, that for the first time somebody saw the man buried underneath the weight of the crown. He sifts through he memories in search for something that he might have missed. An unknown signal of betrayal or a wicked glint in your eye masked behind your kindness that would indicate some level of deceit. 

He grimaces at the thought, the strain inside his chest prompting him to bury his hands deep into the heel of his palms. 

He can’t help but wonder if you read the letter that he tucked into your journal on that fateful morning before your departure, all the while thinking if he is truly so despicable that even at his most sincere, he isn’t worthy of any kind of love. 

[clumsiestgiantess]

Imagine if you will:

A giant who’s grown up around people who are afraid of them.  They have to be extremely cautious and gentle with every movement just to keep people from fleeing in terror when they get close.  Whenever someone sticks around longer than a few minutes, they become hopelessly attached to said person simply because they’ve stayed long enough to properly interact with.  As more and more people quickly come and go without a second glance, they get heartbroken over and over again.  Desperate for someone to trust them, they repress who they are and act as lame and helpless as possible.  They always make an effort to be extra aware of every little thing because no one ever stays longer than they have to, and of course it’s all the giant’s fault.

A tiny who’s had it rough as long as they can remember.  Every day’s a battle, figuratively but mostly literally.  They’ve fought tooth and claw for every single thing they’ve ever owned or accomplished, thus they treasure everything with over-aggression.  By now, any new person they come across is met with hostility due to the sheer amount of betrayals and backstabbing they’ve been through.  Nothing seems to go their way and no one wants them around.  They desperately want someone to trust just to have a bit of help, but no one trusts them because they’re always so hostile.  All that’s left of their life is a vicious cycle of distrust and longing.

Cue the first meeting:

Either the tiny’s fearlessness or desperation has led them to the giant.  Someone vindictive might be coming after them and they stumble across the giant while hiding in the woods.  Maybe they’re tired and just want to end it all.  When they do find the giant, they’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of aggression they’d probably have to exert just to be listened to, nevermind respected, by such a large being.  

Meanwhile, the giant is overjoyed by the fact that someone decided to stay for a whole 3 minutes.  They heap everything they’ve ever learned about pacifying people into their words and actions, speaking softly, giving plenty of space, and offering up the gentlest of assurances.  When they notice the tiny acting aggressively towards them, they ensure them that they’re a friend, so long as the tiny will be a friend to them.

Once the offer of friendship registers in the tiny’s head, it absolutely breaks the tiny.  They’ve never witnessed someone be this kindhearted, especially to them, and especially after they’ve been so hostile.  They can’t even fathom being that trusting and gentle.  It wasn’t taught; it certainly wasn’t practiced — not where they’re from; not where they’ve been.  It’s all so much, and they’ve always wanted someone who was willing to be kind to them.

The tiny’s breakdown then proceeds to break the giant.  They’re so used to people crying in fear of them, not in relief or joy.  They keep double triple checking that the tiny isn’t scared, but they insist they’re alright, better than ever, even.  The tiny is eager to be friends with them.  This is mindblowing to the giant.  At best people tolerate being around them.  People certainly aren’t willing to come back for visits like the tiny insists on doing every other day.

Relief floods through both tiny and giant now that they’ve found someone willing to befriend and trust them as they are.

Over time, the giant will learn bravery.  They learn to speak up and tell people their side of the story rather than rolling over and trying to please everyone they come across.  They’re finally able to articulate that it hurts to be cast out and feared when they’ve done nothing wrong.  People understand them much better, and the giant gains a few new friends.  No one’s ever been as brave as their tiny, though.

Over time, the tiny will learn kindness.  People stop finding it hard to trust them, now that they’ve learned that neutralizing a threat doesn’t always mean becoming a bigger threat yourself.  Some even offer apologies for their harsh judgment prior to knowing them.  The tiny even gets their first gift — something they’ve earned without having to scream and fight for it.  No one’s ever been as kind as their giant, though.

Idk where I was going with this, but basically giant pacifist X tiny threat, only they learn from eachother.

[flowercrowngods]

cw suicide mention & imagery

original play idea where people seem to live their normal lives but the audience gets the feeling that something’s wrong, there’s a tension and there are things that obviously go unsaid that hang in the air between the characters uncomfortably long enough until the last member of the audience has filled in the blanks in their own way.

there is a figure off to the side, a very young man in a suit, watching them, unmoving and silent, and as the scenes and progress, as characters leave and appear, as the setting changes, the young man is always there. no one interacts with him, but there are moments when they almost do. when the characters stop what they’re doing when they stand close to him, and appear to listen. but there’s nothing.

the sound of TV news reports, all playing over each other, create an uncanny and uncomfortable buzzing that never, never stops, and there are too many to really make out the words. they get more silent the closer they get to the young man in the suit, quieting down to nothing when they stand by him to listen — but the characters seem unaware of the change. so does the young man, statuesque though he is.

then there’s a little girl, covered in dirt, her hair askew, her cheeks rosy — the image of having spent the day outside, playing in the dirt, a smile on her face, her eyes big, as she skips towards the young man and asks, “can we go now? can we play?”

the young man cards his hands through her hair and says, “you go ahead, i’ll be right there.”

but still he stays there, seated.

everything continues as before, but the characters slowly undergo a complete change in character, in routine, in appearance. the old man who wore suits is not dressed in sweats and old, worn out, dirty shirts. the sweet, kindhearted young adult is now quiet and apathetic. the woman who, in the beginning, was talking her friend’s ear off and could barely stand still is unmoving now, staring out into nothingness.

the buzzing and bustling background noise is slowly, gradually getting louder as the characters become increasingly nonverbal and unmoving. the lights dim down.

then all at once, after a crescendo, the noise stops suddenly, the lights turn off completely, before, with warm, yellow light, a woman we’ve seen before — as she stares into nothingness — appears on the stage, slowly approaching the young man as if unsure of her body but undeniable in her grace.

they smile at each other for a moment.

m, whispering: you’re not supposed to be here, not yet

w, cradling his cheeks: i was always supposed to be here long, long before you

m: i know. i’m sorry, i—

w: i know. i forgive you. i’ve always forgiven you

m, after a while: but not yourself

the woman shakes her head.

w: a mother will never forgive herself for burying her child, and a father will forgive himself even less. (a beat) you have such a handsome face.

m: it’s not your fault

w: so beautiful, those eyes, i’ve missed you so much

m: listen to me, it’s not your fault!

w: and your hair! papa would be so glad to know that—

m: mother. mama. listen to me. it’s not your fault

w, tearful and whispering: you were supposed to be fine. you were always supposed to be fine. it was never supposed to be this bad, we were supposed to help, but—

m: i know. i tried, i really did. both times

in that moment, the little girl comes skipping on stage again, approaching them with her wagging ponytail.

g: what are you doing here, mama? will you play with me now? it’s been so long!

the woman gasps, her tears getting the better of her as she falls to her knees and pulls the girl to her chest, who readily returns the hug

w, sobbing, kissing her cheek: hi, baby. yes, i’ll play with you, of course i will. let’s go.

the young man helps his mother up, allowing her to pull him into a hug, and she whispers: “as much as i love her with all my heart, i’m so proud of the young man you’ve grown into. and now i have you both, just as i always did.”

the young man brushes a kiss to her cheek, then lets her go, watching as his mother disappears with the little girl.

m: i have to stay a while. i’ll follow you soon.

(woman and girl, hand in hand, exeunt)

the lights dim, and the buzzing returns, accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps the audience cannot see, until everything’s back in total darkness. the noise stays. growing louder in increments, leaving the audience uncomfortable and unsure if this was it.

as they quiet down, we hear a man, sobbing uncontrollably, before eerie silence takes his place, too.

the curtain falls.

[crossfalconx5]

Heyy, Im here from you FefTav post!

Would love to hear what called you to them, the dynamic, parallels and anything else you feel like talking about, just had never considered it before!

okay welcome to my video essay called feftav mean everything to me and here’s why

On a meta level: Feferi and Tavros are two characters that are both very likable and sympathetic but don’t get as much attention from the narrative or fandom as much as they should. Feferi is hardly fleshed out despite the interesting angle her character comes from, and tavros is mainly a punching bag for the narrative that gets beaten down by hussies iron boot whenever he tries to stand up (metaphorically) They both have a lot of room for exploration that I’m very disappointed didn’t get filled out, and I think these gap in their characters can be filled out with eachother.

Feferi is a good person, raised into a high position, in a bad society. One of feferis main goals in her life was to become empress and make things better for a people that have been subjugated to cruel punishment for ages and to fix a system that has been broken for a LONG time. Feferi is a kindhearted person that isn’t naive, but hopeful to an extent that she’s blind to the fact some problems can’t be fixed with a simple change in the definition of culling. She’s also a person that both narratively and functionally get sidelined by the men in her life. She’s a kickass Princess that’s going to rule alternia someday, but is instead of that focus she’s reduced to being the damsel in distress to be fought over by both eridan and sollux. A conflict in which she’s supposed to mediate even though she never wanted it in the first place. Her time to shine is taken up by boys fighting over a girl crush which is just a SHAME to see, even dying for a conflict she had no agency in. An empathetic and capable person with one of the most optimistic outlooks in homestuck unable to reach her full potential because of the “more important” men in her life. From a toxic friendship to becoming the damsel in distress with no agency, her capability as a character is erased in the face of loss of potential.

Tavros is a person that is naive but not of his own fault. he’s a teen that likes interests that are more stereotypically childlike and gets picked on for it, he’s disabled and lower class which means his life is worth less in the eyes of the society that rules over the lives of the trolls on alternia, he’s also someone that’s been abused and manipulated by a person in his life he was close to, who installed unhealthy views of himself and his purpose into tavros. He’s a person that’s been told his whole life that he was unimportant, worthless, and weak; wether that be by society or his peers. He’s also a character that does not get to be happy, most of the relationships he has are either unhealthy, tragically undeveloped, or one’s he’s slightly forced into due to circumstances he has no control of. He goes through loads of physical and mental trauma and is never allowed a break to heal or process. He’s has never gotten a chance to truly been valued by someone because his life is like a nonstop dhar man video where the kid gets picked on for unfair reasons except the bullies never get any sort of satisfying comeuppance.

He’s also optimistic but in a far different way than Feferi. She’s optimistic because she has the ability to make a change and knows it, she’s been raised semi-comfortably and, though definitely has responsibilities, has hope for a brighter future because she has to power to make that better future. Feferi is optimistic because she has the ability to chance the circumstances. Tavros is optimistic DESPITE the circumstances, he’s had it rough his whole life, but stays positive and trusting and kind regardless, still trying his best even though things NEVER end well for them. Feferi wants to change life for low bloods but Tavros has LIVED it, which is why… (finally getting to the point)

they compliment eachother perfectly, giving eachother the thing they didn’t have in their lives. Tavros grounds feferi, he has personal experience and can speak for the people she’s trying to protect, giving her a look into the lives of those she wants to help and letting her see them on a personal level; while Feferi shows tavros that he has value and can be loved the way he is. Her endless kindness and patience for the people in her life giving a him a chance to be cared for, plus proving that he has worth. I mean, if this badass high blood Princess cares about him and have faith in him, he must mean something! Tavros is also not demanding or controlling, he doesn’t feel entitled to feferi. he doesn’t see her as a damsel; he sees her as a capable, kind, and flawed person that is more like him than he could ever have imagined. For once feferi is the one kicking ass and tavros is the one to support and ground her. feferi recognize and helps tavros heal from the unhealthy relationships he’s been in because of her experience with eridan, and tavros humanizes (trollinizes?) lowerbloods and grounds her in reality to make sure her hopeful ideals for the future are still realistic and helpful for EVERYONE. I imagine Feferi felt immense guilt after tavros died, wondering if she could’ve saved him somehow, while tavros felt like he didn’t deserve being saved.

They’re also incredibly similar, animal lovers who see the best in everyone around them, people who would enthuse about eachothers intrests and wonder at the different worlds the other brought them into. They’d be super sweet and fluffy, wear matching outfits, giggle about animals and marvel at the others talents no matter if it was slaying monsters or being good at a niche card game. They would make eachother the best versions of themselves. They could make eachother happy in a world that has made it INCREDIBLY hard for that to happen. I also feel if this had happened in canon, we’d be able to see sides of these two we weren’t able to before (Aka feferi importance and tavros joy)

So yeah, I’m normal about these guys

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obtio and itachi for the character bingo. actually lets also go with sasuke lets get the whole uchiha family drama in here

ok i did this bingo a while ago w obito but im doing it again because my opinion is more developed since we've now discussed him at length. i think he's fucking annoying and his significance in the final arc is absolutely bizarre and deeply undeserved.

obito's significance in the story should begin and end at kakashi's backstory. like you've talked about, to kakashi, obito is more of a symbol than a person; kakashi was deeply traumatized (understandably) by obito's final moments, and is infinitely plagued with guilt over the person that he was at that time, blaming himself for his friends' deaths even though it wasn't actually his fault. he had no respect for obito until obito's final moments, where he sacrificed himself for kakashi and gifted him HIS EYE, GOUGED FROM ITS SOCKET AND SWAPPED WITH KAKASHI'S, HEALED INTO PLACE BY HIS 12 YEAR OLD TEAMMATE, finally making kakashi understand that looking out for the people you love moreso than the mission itself is honorable, actually. obito represents what kakashi should be and what he was unable to be, a point of failure and something to strive towards and fall short of forever. the horror of obito's death is emblematic of what's wrong with konoha and the ninja system in general-- why was rin, a child, taken prisoner? why was it left up to kakashi and obito, children, to rescue her alone? why were the three of them on the battlefield to begin with, KAKASHI AS THE TEAM LEADER? children gouging their eyes out as parting gifts. obito cared about kakashi from the beginning enough to give him an actual piece of himself, but kakashi couldn't be assed to give him the time of day until the moment obito died (because he was 1) an asshole as a child (love and light!) and 2) also traumatized by his father's SUICIDE (ALSO A BYPRODUCT OF WAR) which shaped his world view in an extremely rigid way), and THIS should haunt him forever. he can grow from it and make new connections and try his damnedest to make up for it, but obito should NOT come back. there is NO REASON for him to come back. he is not even SLIGHTLY an interesting enough character in his own right to justify him coming back, especially not as a MAIN PLAYER IN THE FINAL BATTLE. HUH?

his obsession with rin, a girl who ALSO had zero personality and thus i don't care at all about their relationship with each other, was absolutely bizarre and ridiculous, the way he hung onto it i understand objectively was a symptom of his stunted emotional growth and being a very broken man, but the way this was executed was MISERABLY done, no one cares, shut the fuck up, she didn't even like you (she liked kakashi, for some fucking reason, weird to make that like her only personality trait just for kakashi to not even like her back). like his anger that kakashi didn't protect her is 1) sexist but we know this (she is apparently incapable of protecting herself) and 2) annoying because again, this would serve much better as just another failure notch in kakashi's fuckup belt, but instead this dude comes back at the age of 32 to be like ooououuuugh all i wish is to hold hands with the girl i had a crush on when i was 12 and know nothing about..... SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPP

and obviously the fandom. fucking. KAKASHI/OBITO???? REALLY????? kakashi cares about obito because he was his teammate and a symbol of his personal failures, and obito sacrificed himself for kakashi because he was a kindhearted child and both of them were raised as war machines. how the fuck does that ever ever translate to romantic attraction. ever. what. they weren't even actual friends. why is this so popular. like in what world.... IN WHAT WORLD............

itachi....... itachi............i loveyou......... i mentioned this in a previous post but to me itachi is gen the POSTERCHILD of everything that is so wrong with the political system. he grew up SWALLOWED by it and chewed up and spit back out. his father took him to a battle field when he was like 4 literally just so he'd see what it was like. he was raised as a double agent and brainwashed so seamlessly that by the end he didn't even know whose side he was actually on. absolutely fascinating character and heartbreaking and devastating and horrible. ive never never never seen siblings written as well as kishimoto wrote sasuke and itachi, because LITERALLY WHO CAN GROW ME A NEW BROTHER... itachi loved sasuke more than anything. im convinced that if you dont think he loved sasuke then you weren't watching. obviously, what he did was terribly cruel and he ruined sasuke's entire life and no amount of i love you and im sorry can fix or change that, but he loved him. driven to do something unspeakably horrible by the government officials who had groomed him into a killing machine, setting the fate of his clan and the village and potentially beyond that on his teenaged shoulders, but he had to spare his brother. like itachi is deeply deeply brainwashed by konoha and this is something that he never gets over; he spares sasuke and drives him to hate him because he's afraid what would happen if sasuke crossed konoha, what konoha would do to him, he thinks that maybe he's doing the right thing and protecting the village, maybe, if sasuke grows up strong, stronger than him, no matter what it takes, then maybe he'll fare better than itachi did. but also there needs to be someone left to hate him for it. itachi can't bare to get out where everyone who knew him, who could really really hate him like he deserves to be hated, is dead. its selfish, obviously its fucked. but he needs it and he's terrified.

itachi's manipulation of sasuke's entire life is frankly very very fascinating and horrible to me, the willingness to rewrite and rewrite sasuke's beliefs and control every aspect of what he knows and believes and wants to a desperate attempt to keep him safe and to keep the village that fucked them both over safe. normally i think bringing characters who already got their epic death scene back from the dead cheapens the weight of the original death, but with itachi i actually think his return is sort of critical just because it breaks my heart so fucking bad. sasuke please don't call me perfect. sasuke this is everything i did wrong and im sorry and i love you and im not going to control you anymore. whatever you think is right, ill always love you. like itachi fucked up irrevocably. but man. thats his brother. thats his baby brother. we are fucked. i think given time sasuke will not think as highly of itachi as he does when the story ends and i think this would be a fantastic development to watch, but where things stand and considering how the rug has been pulled out from underneath him about one billion times i think its fully understandable that he has the take that he does by the storys end.

itachi was not a good brother, obviously, christ, but he DID love sasuke and i think what happened to them both is horrific

SASUKEEEEE i love a guy who doesn't know what he is doing or what he wants he just hates himself and his life and is terrified of weakness or connection or love and he gets led around by his nose because he's so full of hate and fear and anger that anyone who can help him direct it LITERALLY FCUKING ANYWHERE is immediately someone he will stand beside, until he changes his mind again. like im going to be sick. HES SO FUCKED. its crazy i think how little im about to write about him bc i think without direction my brain sort of looks just like @#**)#!H@FUIBEW*(#@*(WESDU@* *CWF)*WCF wrt sasuke.

was he right? umm im generally anti-tyranny but he was on the right track. it fucking sucks that kishimoto is so scared of change. im so glad he killed danzo. i fucking hate team taka though that was lame as hell idrk why kishimoto was afraid to just let him walk a lonely road the only road that he has every known and instead had to give him a bunch of tonally dissonant goons. devastating. what the fuck even. "you are the only person left who loves me and that terrifies and unsettles me so badly that i desperately need to kill you so that you'll stop and i'll really be alone" is an absolutely insane and also gay character motivation.

post canon sasuke is i think what makes me the most miserable with him (and im trying to get into this w b2, we'll see how successful i am) because i think its like. wow. what kind of person even are you after spending 7 odd years like how sasuke spent them. who even are you. what are you doing. what are you GOING to do. how do you know you won't change your mind and start hurting people again. how do you know you wont change your mind and start hurting yourself again. youre already hurting yourself. where are you. what is this. why are you alive. you should be dead. you deserve to be dead. you kind of wish you were dead. but also someone loves you and swears on his life that nothing in the world could ever make him stop, and you believe him and its so terrifying being known by yourself and by someone else but maybe things will be okay but maybe they wont and you hope that when the two of you die, its you first, because even though he says he never ever could you know he could get on without you but you have no idea who you'd be without him.

i wont rehash boruto because ive done that already but its critical as well. WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO HIM IM GONNA THROWUP

[darkmatter-nebula]

Good morning, my dear fellas! 😘

"Lost But Now Found" AU drabble about the unbreakable bond and unconditional brotherly love between Colli and Hunter ahead. It takes place shortly before Hollow Mind. Basically, Kikimora found out about Colli and Hunter's brotherly relationship and tries to brainwash Hunter with a spell. Here I go!

Drabble: Unbreakable Bond

It was a sunny day on the Boiling Isles as Hunter ditched his duty again to spend time with his beloved little brother, a certain small starboy with a heart of gold and otherwordly fluffy lavender hair. The young Golden Guard's sweet little Colli.

"That traitorous Golden Guard...!" Kikimora was secretly watching Colli and Hunter. She found out about their unbreakable bond and unconditional brotherly love some time ago. She decided to drive them apart. She used a special spell on Hunter.

"Hunter, what are you doing?" Colli asked as Hunter suddenly pinned him to the ground. "I'm going to capture you and bring you to Belos!" "Hunter, this isn't you!" The kindhearted eternal little boy immediately knew that a spell brainwashed his darling big brother.

Colli cupped Hunter's face with both of his tiny hands and gently pulled him down. Colli placed a brotherly kiss on Hunter's lips. It was, in a strong brotherly sense, a true love's kiss. Hunter came to his senses. "Colli, I'm so sorry!"

"It wasn't your fault, Hunter. I love you more than anything, no matter what." The immortal celestial boy whispered softly as he snuggled up to Hunter. Flapjack was beyond relieved that everything turned out to be alright.

Kikimora decided to retreat as soon as her plan didn't work. "Titandammit!" She whispered. She didn't plan to tell Belos about Colli and Hunter's unbreakable bond and unconditional brotherly love. She wanted him to find out on his own.

The End