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callsign-swan · 2 months ago

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Into The Maw Of The Beast

The beast comes to collect a girl from your village every year. When you are chosen, you don't realise that the beast is a man. A man under a curse that only you can break.

A beauty and the beast retelling

Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

"It's an honour to be chosen," your mother whispered as she brushed her hair through your fingers. "When I was a little girl, it was my dream to be chosen. Until I became ineligible."

She patted her stomach, no longer round with child.

Everybody from your village knew the story. The Beast that kept your village wanted your mother, expressed it every year until she was eligible to get chosen. But, a few months before she became eligible, she got too familiar with your father. The pregnancy stopped her from getting taken by the monster, but he let his rage be known.

That was why he made it clear he wanted you. You, or your village loses his protection.

The elders in your village immediately agreed. Your mother immediately agreed. Anything to keep herself safe, you supposed.

So here you stood, dressed in all white. The white flowers found at the castle entrance adorned your hair, the way the monster liked. Many girls had come before you, chin raised as they stepped through those gates and disappeared forever. Nobody knew what happened to them, and you weren't keen to find out.

"If it was your dream, why didn't you do it?" You pushed. Your lip threatened to wobble, eyes threatened to well up with tears. But you weren't going to cry.

Her hand rested on your shoulder, her smile that of a sweet and caring mother. But you had never known her that way. "Because I was having you! And the monster doesn't want something spoiled."

Something spoiled.

Most of the girls taken before you were 'spoiled', to quote your mother. But the monster took them anyway. Funny, isn't it? You were your mothers saving grace and she is your downfall.

"How long before he kills me?"

The Girls taken by the monster were never heard from again. It was easy to assume they were dead, their corpses rotting in his castle. His beastly form chewing on their flesh, blood coating the lions mane surrounding his face.

If you were lucky, it would be quick. But nobody had the courage to tell you that.

Every year the monster comes for a girl in your village. Every year your village hopes that this will be the last. The last time he will come, the last girl to get taken.

Your mother took your arm. The white dress was supposed to feel flattering, but you couldn't help but feel naked. Exposed in a sea of darkness. But the black mourning clothes were traditional for the rest of the village.

"Do what he says and you may stand a chance of surviving," your mother whispered as she walked you towards your post. She might as well have been leading you into the arms of death.

"Nobody survives," you reminded her. "Nobody comes back."

The post. So many before you had been tied to it. His swift claws had cut through the rope with precision, avoiding cutting their hands. But then he grabbed them, hoisted them over his shoulder, and ran back to his castle.

Now, it was your turn.

You pressed your back to the post, and held your hands together behind it. Your mother brushed a stray hand away from your face as your hands were tied behind your back.

"If the monster didn't want you so, I could have promised your hand to any man in our village," she whispered, her eyes welling up.

You wouldn't cry.

You knew what she was trying to say. Any man in your village. Any wealthy man that just wanted a wife as a pretty thing on his arm.

In one way, you were being saved. In every other way, you were being sent to your doom.

The village would mourn you for a few days, as is customary. A few days before they revelled in the fact that they were safe, that they were protected. They had fulfilled their end of the bargain, the monster would fill his.

And you would be dead. The weight of the world would be off your shoulders and you would be gone.

Every light in the castle came on at once.

"It is time," one of the village elders said. He pushed your mother out of the way and stepped forward to lay his hand on your shoulder. "We thank you for your sacrifice, my dear. Your memory will be honoured for years to come."

Bullshit. You would be forgotten the moment the mourning period was over.

The village elder stepped away. The entire village stepped away, retreating into their houses. Doors were locked and windows were closed.

You remembered watching once, as a girl. The monster had flown down with leathery wings. He landed, walked a circle around the girl on all fours before using his claws to swipe through the rope.

On wobbly legs, she had stepped forward at his command. But then the monster looked towards your house, met your gaze.

You ran away from the window before he could get a good look at you. You never did see what happened to the girl.

You were not nervous. You had no reason to be nervous. Every possibility your mind could conjure up for what would happen to you inside of that castle was either not as bad as what would happen, or it was accurate.

Still, your legs shook like a fawn.

Did it take this long with everybody else? Your eyes searched the sky for the winged beast that would put an end to you.

You shouldn't have been looking in front of you.

You heard him before you saw him, claws scraping against the ground with every step he took. Your breathing became laboured as he stalked closer.

And then he stepped in front of you.

In the years since you were a girl, nothing had changed. That same lions mane surrounded his face, those same horns were curling towards his head and those same tusks were protruding from his mouth. His claws were just as big, his paws bigger than that of any bear. On all fours, he was the size of you, maybe bigger than you.

But it's blue eyes were so striking. So human.

As human as his eyes were, they were nothing compared to the rest of it'sbeastly body.

Chin raised, just like your predecessors. It observed you, just for a moment, but you refused to meet it's gaze.

It's human gaze.

Finally, he stepped away from you. A snarl tore from it's lips as he circled you. It walked around you, it's claws flying out to tear through the ropes binding your hands together.

You could've run. You could have tried to bolt, to see just how far you could get before it inevitably caught you. Surely, you wouldn't have been the first to try.

Like it could read your thoughts, it growled and you stilled.

"Come," it grunted and began walking. Feet frozen to the ground, you couldn't bring yourself to take a step in his direction.

To step into the maw of the beast.

Another growl. Standing on his hind legs, at his full height, he towered over you. Paws grabbed you, lifted you into his arms. His claws dug into your skin. Not enough to pierce. Not enough to stain your white dress with blood.

You wouldn't cry. Not for this monster.

Nobody came to save you. Nobody came running out of their house, sword in hand to save you.

Like those before you, they let the monster take you away.

The monster could fly. It spread its wings and took off towards the castle. It moved silently through the night, feeling only noise being the flapping of its wings and the roar of the wind.

"What will you do with me?"

It couldn't hear you over the howling wind, over the flapping of its wings. Another grunt left its lips, body dropping lower in the sky.

Nobody had any reason to go near the castle unless they were sacrificed to the beast. A brave few went near the case to collect flowers. Flowers that were woven into your hair.

You were going to die in this place.

The monster dropped onto one of the turrets. Dropping onto all fours, he let you go. His leather wings folded against his back as he took a step forward. "Come."

The only words the monster had said to her so far.

There was nothing you could see when you looked around. The ground was far below you, too far to see. The only way off the turret was to follow him.

So, you followed him.

"What will you do with me?" She asked as she rushed to catch up with him.

The monster stopped. "Nothing," he said. "Your job is to keep me company."

"Why?" You couldn't stopped the way you barked it, your voice demanding. "What about the other girls you have stolen from my village?"

He looked at you with those human eyes. So blue, so much like a man. "They didn't make it," he said and kept on walking.

There was no more room for questioning as he disappeared into one of the many rooms, the door slamming shut behind him.

In a moment of bravery, you tried to open the doors. But it didn't work; they didn't so much as budge.

Instead, a door at the other end of the hall swung open. There was no creak, or maybe you were just too far away to hear it.

With no other choice, you approached the open door. The hall was filled with portraits, old painted pictures of kings that used to reside in the castle, used to rule over the land..

That was before the monster took over.

You stepped into the room. A room that looked as though it was made for you. A four poster bed with flowery sheets and soft pillows. Lace curtains closed. A white wardrobe was pushed into the corner; if you opened it up you would have discovered it was full of beautiful clothes.

The bed seemed to call to you. Like a siren with it's song, it beckoned you closer. You stepped towards it and the door swung shut behind you. But it didn't panic you as you laid down on the bed, your head hitting the pillow.

***

"The house welcomed her," Charles said as he stepped towards Max. The only company he was allowed in his curse.

A growl left his lips. "She'll be gone before the end of the week," he said through a grunt and settled his beastly body in his broken throne. "Just like the rest of them."

"Max," Charles barked. "The house welcomed her!" He insisted. "The house welcomed none of the others."

Max released a breath as the sun set, his body becoming a man again. His fur, his wings, his tusks, disappeared. His horns shrank in size, fitting his face better. He still had claws, when he wanted them.

Aside from the horns and the tail, he looked human. He was mostly a man again.

Max picked up the mirror from his desk. "Show me her," he said and the mirror sprung to life. The glass seemed to glow before the image of him disappeared, becoming you.

You, laying in the bed the house had made for you. Charles was right. The house had fitted the bed with sheets for you. For every other girl Max had brought to the castle, the house hadn't tried.

For you, the house had made an effort. The house was doing what it could to make you comfortable.

Why you? What was it about you that had the house taking care of you? Maybe Charles was right.

Before he could see anything more, Max placed the mirror down. He couldn't start thinking like that, couldn't get his hopes up.

The curse wouldn't be broken.

"What will you do if she lasts the week?" Charles asked as he stalked towards the balcony. But he couldn't step outside; that was his curse.

Max raised his shoulders in a shrug. "She won't last the week," he said, crossing one leg over the other.

"If she does?"

Max glared at him, his nostrils flaring slightly. "It won't."

Nobody else had lasted a week in his castle. Why should you?

***

Never before had you slept in a bed so comfortable. Your eyes opened, but you didn't move. The pillow was full of feathers, the perfect resting place for your head.

Behind you, the curtains flew open. You turned to see what manner of creature was in your room. But there was nothing. You were completely alone.

The wardrobe doors opened, revealing the beautiful clothes inside. "What is this?" You found yourself asking as you sat up.

The wardrobe door moved, it's hinges squeaking. It was almost like it was waving at you.

"Okay." You pushed yourself to your feet, hands on your hips as you stood in front of the wardrobe. "What do you recommend?"

The wardrobe spat something out.

A dress, finer than anything you'd worn before. Red, made of fine fabrics and intricate stitching. No tears, no evidence of your mother trying to fix said tears.

Picking up the dress, you felt the fabric it was made from between your fingers. "Thank you," you said to the wardrobe and began getting dressed.

As soon as you were dressed, the door to your bedroom opened. "That way?" You asked and the wardrobe door moved again.

You left the room and stepped our into the hall. In daylight, it looked beautiful. The paintings looked beautiful, and the castle was certainly well taken care of.

"Where to now?" You asked outloud, waiting for the castle to respond. But it didn't. Maybe the magic was only in your bedroom.

Blindly, you wandered through the castle. Down a set of steps, covered in red carpet.

The castle was damn gorgeous. Sconces on the walls, beautiful stained glass windows. But there was no chance for you to admire it before another door opened.

Immediately, you stepped through it.

No beast waited for you on the other side. Instead, there was a man. A man in a broken throne.

He was gorgeous, his blonde hair looking closer to brown in this light. Freckles on his lip and his eyes. His blue eyes.

You hadn't taken notice of the horns on his head or the tail peaking out of his trousers.

"Shouldn't you be cowering in your bedroom?" He asked you with an air of indifference.

Hands behind your back, you sucked in a shaking, nervous breath. The Beast had to be around here somewhere, waiting to pounce. "The castle led me in here," you mumbled and looked away from him, unable to make his blue gaze.

Suddenly, he sat up straighter, his eyes going wide. "The castle led you in here?" He asked. "How?"

"The doors opened, so I went in."

The man in front of you stood suddenly. "The castle opened its doors for you," he said and you nodded. "And it led you to me."

You nodded again.

***

Shit. Maybe you were the one.

Chapter One... maybe

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stareiiez · 3 months ago

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nsfw alphabet for sinister mark

based on this ask <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

HA. idiot. there's no aftercare, you think you're getting aftercare?? from him?? the most you get is a snide comment and a towel thrown your way to clean yourself up.

B = Body part

Sinister Mark loves your thighs, and breasts. He's not much of an ass man, but if he see a pair of juicy thighs that have good amounts of fat? his mouth waters, he drools over cellulite and stretchmarks, it brings more flavor to his delicate meal.

C = Cum

loves to cover you in his cum, creampies are his favorite, cherry cream pies are even fucking better. he doesn't let you get dressed most of the time after so he can watch his cum dry against your skin and leave obvious proof he was with you. weirdly thick and stringy, the kind you see in porn, he cums gallons.

D = Dirty secret

he whimpers when you praise him and call him 'my lord' or some regal title. has a huge praise kink.

E = Experience

experienced as hell. after all viltrumites fuck to breed and expand their species, so he knows what he's doing from alien autonomy to human bodies. he know's where the clit is babe, don't worry.

F = Favorite position

doggy. easiest way to shut you the fuck up because you cry too loud when he hooks a thumb in your ass and bullies squishy tight muscle. he hates seeing your face look all stupid and dopey, he wants to watch your pussy cum, that's it.

G = Goofy

he's here to fuck and to feast, there's no jokes here. mohawk mark took all the goofy ass tendencies out of all the variants.

H = Hair

depends. wasteland sinister? there's no hygiene, he smells of sweat, blood, oil, rot and other putrid smells. pubic hair is as wiry and long as his hair on his head, he doesn't give a fuck if he makes you gag on it when you suck him off. normal sinister? he's clean, shaved. thinks it's dirty if he doesn't care for himself always.

I = Intimacy

lol.

J = Jack off

jacks off after committing genocide. likes to lay on the bodies and fuck himself because he feels so good he can't help his boner. he's a suck fuck that gets off on murder. jerks off to you, sometimes . . i guess.

K = Kink

bondage, gagging, choking, crying, blood and weapon kink. LOVES to make sure his bitch is half way on the brink of passing out, that's when he knows he's doing good.

L = Location

anywhere, he isn't picky. you think of it? he's probably thought of it, and done it to you.

M = Motivation

power. loves to exhert his power over little things like you. also curiosity, lets see how much you can take till it kills you, kay?

N = No

affection. telling him you love him? immediate no. he's soft and clambering off you. watersports are disgusting to him, you wanna be gross? do that somewhere else.

O = Oral

LOVES GIVING because (ie bloody eating out post I made). loves receiving as well. he doesn't know when to stop.

P = Pace

rough. hard. fast. there's other option.

Q = Quickie

doesn't believe in them. you should be satisfied enough after ten rounds with him. stop being greedy.

R = Risk

fucking the man is risk enough.

S = Stamina

Viltrumite stamina is crazy. he doesn't give you a chance to breathe. you end up going comatose because your body can't keep up with his own. he still ends up fucking you even while you're passed out.

T = Toys

He destroyed your toys, sorry. He's better than those machines, but he likes to see you masturbate and loves a good show.

U = Unfair

Incredibly unfair. he will stop in the middle of sex to go deal with whatever is suddenly more threatening or distracting to him. Will completely pick back up with you, if he's bored. The sex isn't the same after.

V = Volume

he's quiet, except for making grunts and growls through clenched teeth. your moans and wet pussy noises are the loudest things during sex.

W = Wild card

LOVES A GOOD HAIR PULL. Even when his hair gets longer in the wastelands, and you're there to be with him. he loves it when you gather the hair in your palm and yank as hard as you can, it at least makes him groan a bit more louder than usual.

X = X-ray

thick, uncut pretty pink eight inches. he's got the girth of nearly a soda can, he's a monster that hurts you in every single aspect. he's not veiny, but burns hot red at the tip when he's hard and throbbing. he's shaved and clean, slightly musky at drooping sac. his body is more built, unrealistically chiseled, like it hurts to be this buff in such a lean frame.

Y = Yearning

very high, after he gets a good blood lust going. thankfully that's nearly every day since he has a plethora of lowlifes to be wiped clean off the earth and co-exisiting planets.

Z = Zzz

after whatever round he's lost track of, he sleeps rather peacefully on his bed. you're reserved to sleep on the floor or the couch if he thinks its fitting for you after how good you've been to him.

#ch: invincible #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #skeleton's bones rattles #fem reader #invincible variants x reader #sinister mark #sinister mark grayson #sinister invincible x reader #sinister invincible #mark grayson #invinicible smut

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fuckedupwizard · 2 months ago

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even though it's genuinely infuriating and hypocritical, as a Shen Jiu Stan TM i've come to acknowledge that sv fans will regularly make "REMINDER shen jiu is a bitter/hateful/abusive person who CHOSE to be miserable" (the latter point is very like. What. Bc he obviously did not choose to be abused/abandoned etc but whatever) while never making those posts about binghe or even actively denying his abuses of other people... i've even seen people refer to him as a good person, while - judging them by the criteria you judge shen jiu - bingmei is actually still a bad one and bingge ESPECIALLY is! and then claiming that shen jiu stans don't acknowledge his Inherent Badness or love him for who he is. lmao.

BUT the most egregious claim of all about shen jiu that i've seen is that he was somehow abusive to yue qingyuan? and i've been a yue qingyuan defender since 2018! i've been in the trenches for this guy! qijiu is THE sv ship for me! i have a lot of sympathy for yqy and understanding of his trauma, and i understand how much shen jiu seeming to hate him must have hurt him. he's a blorbo to me. BUT it's not abusive to not want to be around someone or to avoid them, i'm sorry. shen jiu was hurt first, by his belief that yue qingyuan abandoned him to be abused or even killed, and as a result of that he stopped wanting to be around or talk to yqy unless he had to, and when he has to, as they're coworkers, he's very frostily polite and taciturn. he's not even mean to him!!! because he understands the dynamics of the sect and that yqy is the leader!!! he's just cold. even as disciples the only 'mean' things he says are that he doesn't want yqy to talk to him unless he gives him an explanation, and that he doesn't want to be called "xiao jiu" ever again. it might be harsh, but at the end of the day it's literally just him asserting his own boundaries, and yqy gets this bc as much as it may hurt him to hear it, he respects them! HE understands that if he's allowed to keep the boundary of not telling sj why he didn't come back, sj is also allowed to keep boundaries that keep yqy from interacting with him in an intimate or casual manner. somehow to the "remember shen jiu is to blame for all his own pain" people, this is cruel on sj's part, but sj being led to believe the one person who loved him actually never did and would happily leave him to rot as an abused slave is not cruel.

also we should remember that even when shen jiu is genuinely furious with yqy bc of the level of his hurt, he is not honest with himself about how he truly feels. he thinks once, as a teenager in probably the most painful moment of his life (and this is someone who has been abused every single way), that he'd rather find out yqy died than find out he became successful and happy and Chose to leave sj there. and he uses this momentary thought he had Once to remind himself over and over that he's inherently rotten and a bad person who just wants to drag yqy down and doesn't want to see him happy... yet on THREE occassions when he sees yqy in imminent harm, his immediate reaction is to jump in and save him (or attempt to) at the risk of his own life. when faced with the prospect of yqy dying because of his allegiance to sj, shen jiu doesn't display hatred or jealousy or revenge but accepts that his true feelings all along have been: he doesn't want yue qingyuan to die or suffer, especially not for him, he regrets meeting him only because he hates that he has had a negative effect on yqy's life, and he doesn't blame yue qingyuan for leaving him behind after all. shen jiu is outwardly cold to yue qingyuan but actually shows him a huge amount of love and loyalty. luo binghe, shen jiu's most obvious parallel in the story and the one commonly treated as 'better' than him (bingmei ver at least) lashes out and reacts with actual cruelty at shen yuan's perceived abandonment of him (when healing sy with the blood parasites i remember him purposefully causing him pain to try to torture answers out of him) but people will immediately jump to deny that he has ever or would ever abuse sy.

#shen jiu #yue qingyuan #luo binghe #qijiu #svsss

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 30 days ago

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https://youtube.com/shorts/BvvbginM-zI?si=YZF5eioeXACmGt9o

Reminded me of the Venus Vampire Stan,

Now I can’t stop imagining Human Stan grimacing as he has to rebite a bunch of zombs to turn them back into humans.

Lol. This gave me Thoughts. Here they are

Following the zombie apocalypse (Which is, as usual, Fords fault somehow) Stan's going around, trying to survive as the world falls apart around him. Life goes on, society collapses, hoards of undead are roaming the streets and Stan-

Well, he's actually doing pretty good, relatively. Sure his family's missing and Fords probably dead and he's alone and all his attempts at becoming rich were in vain but at least he's not in debt! All those guys are dead! Everyones dead! Its just him slowly going insane from isolation!

Then the worst happens. He gets cornered by a zombie, was a little too careless at the wrong time, its got him in its disgusting grasp, mouth open and- and-

And Stan bites back. Its awful and disgusting, all rotting flesh and ruined clothes but if he's gonna die he's gonna go down fighting. This walking corpse might eat him but not before he- ugh- eats some of him back.

Then he's gagging and heaving in confusion when the zombie stumbles back, rapidly undecaying? (Is that a word? it is now) and there's a whole guy with him now. A clueless guy, who was just about to eat him, and was also dead. Stan has no idea if it was a fluke or what, but now he's responsible for this random dude, he guesses? Teaches him the best he can, explains what happened, and now Stan's not alone! He's got a buddy!

A buddy who goes 'hey! Wanna see if you can do that again?'

The answer is Hell No That Was Disgusting and the texture still haunts his dreams but also. Yes.

Long story short I think Stan rises as a post apocalyptic god who can cure zombies if this is a Stan specific thing. Un zombies a bunch of people, they take back a small town or city, uncaring about being bitten because why? If they get bitten they've got ways to round up zombies without killing them, and Stan will just bite them at some point. Creates a safe haven as Stan slowly and really, really regrettably works on finding one (1! Just one! Anyone!) scientist who can make a cure out of his spit or teeth or whatever so he can stop biting dead people. Its so nasty, he's dry heaving constantly and god. They need to wash all these dead people before Stan gets to them because none of this is sanitary.

Unsure if he cures Ford or (to me, the funnier option) Ford and his post apocalypic team hear of a god who can cure any zombie, and the safe haven that thrives under his guiding hand (Stan does nothing here, he's barely in charge and mostly just gets what he wants out of gratefulness and pity at watching him bite dead people. Its a good set up for him really). Ford rolls up, ready to shake the hand of the scientist who found the cure or deck the sharleton leading people on to find Stan, in his makeshift sorta temple where, like classic gods, he gets offerings in exchange for curing zombies and basically does nothing to contribute except bite people.

Ford, outraged, tries to expose Stan as a fake only to get slapped in the face by everyone immediately jumping to Stan's smug defense. Everyone here was a zombie before Stan cured them! Or watched him cure someone when they came for protection! Ford demands to see it in person, internally grinning when Stan says he 'really doesn't have to, trust me' (Stan does not want his bro watch him bite a zombie. Its bad enough as it is). Unfortuantly Ford is Ford, and he's gonna see it one way or another. Gets slapped again with watching Stan bite a tied up zombie and then they regrow their skin and are now a human person.

Can Ford do that? Does he want to find out? Stan's heaving and gagging makes that a No but his curiosity points to yes.

Anyway thats all I got there.

Second thought is Venus Vampire Trap au

Fords hunting down Whatever mystical white furred creature Bill was transporting that can cure vampires. All the guys in the warehouse Stan cured with his reverse vampire bite can remember is golden eyes and white fur, as their previously dead brains couldn't retain the memories post cure, and actually where are they? Def need therapy for either being down to murder or being so twisted they became down to murder.

Tracks Stan down the same way as in the fic, except here instead of staking the would be not-muggar he lunges and watches them transform back into a human, then just stares bug eyed at the mythical vampire curing Stan, who still doesn't think vampires are real and does not like being dragged around by his brother and... and

actually who is this guy? Whey are they bringing the mugger with them Ford? Whats happening? Ford?

Now instead of trying to convince Stan he's a vampire and vampires are real its them trying to swab his mouth, take his DNA, and getting him to bite people? Gross. Nasty. Please let him go to his car and leave.

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #stan pines #ford pines #zombie apocalypse #zombie au #vampire stan #venus vampire trap

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phantomcomet · 18 days ago

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Been thinking about breeding kink/mpreg Obikin.

Like, clone wars/alt RoTS where Obi-Wan and Anakin are together and Obi-Wan cannot get the thought out of his head. He wants that man to have his baby (whether this is possible is a toss up. Trans anakin, Force fuckery, synthetic wombs, a/b/o, the possibilities are endless).

Obi-Wan would feel So guilty about it. Like it's one thing to be breaking the code and sleeping with his former padawan, it's a whole other thing to be thinking about knocking him up. That man is trying to turn the thought into a diamond with how hard he's repressing it.

Meanwhile Anakin is always begging for creampies. Dude loves the mess, loves the physical evidence of Obi-Wan's want and desire. He's not even meaning to hit all Obi-Wan's button, but he's body slamming them.

I just want Obi-Wan to blurt out, "have my babies," at the dumbest fucking time. Like they're not even having sex, Anakin is sweaty and covered in grease and Obi-Wan just goes, "I need to get him pregnant."

Anakin squints at him and goes, "what you say?"

"Have a nice day. I'm going to eject myself out of the air lock."

The other idea is reverse age, padawan Obi-Wan. He's twenty-four, fast approaching the Knight Trials, and on the cusp of losing his master. He's got all these issues about losing Qui-Gon, shit he's buried and never touched again, but the idea that soon Anakin won't be his master anymore, that they'll be expected to break the bond and put distance between them, is driving him up the wall. (Anakin has no intention of breaking the bond. That's his padawan and the council can stuff it.)

He finds out that Anakin wants to have a baby. His master is 39 and doesn't want to miss his chance to start a family, even if it means leaving the order. Obi-Wan immediately goes, "the baby Has to be mine. I need to tie us together in ways that can never be severed."

Obi-Wan being ohh so causal as he enters the negotiation of his life. "Master, I know you want a child. I'd be happy to give you one."

"What are you going to do, steal one for me?"

"I was thinking a more old fashioned method."

Anakin eyes bugging out because??? "I'm not having a baby with my padawan."

"What if I was a knight?"

"Sure, if you manage to become a knight in the three days, I'll consider it." His Trials are 3 months away, that'll never happen.

"Bet." Obi-Wan then immediately goes out and either convinces the council to let him speed run this shit or he tracks down and kills a sith. Dude is Determined.

The final idea is just Anakin getting Immaculate Conceptioned. Post Hardeen/Ashoka leaving the order, Anakin is lonely, desperate for connection, and on the verge of falling. The Force goes, "time for the sequel to my greatest hit." And bam, it's twins.

The council goes, "we thought the first Force baby was a fluke but now that it's happened a second time in a row, it's probably some sort of sign." Anakin was fully expecting to be expelled or forced to give the children up to the creche but instead the Jedi go, "well, guess we'll need to add a nursery to your rooms."

Like, the Jedi are so full of love and compassion and they're so ready to welcome and celebrate these new lives, a gift from the Force itself. Anakin is so confused because he was expecting the worst. He hasn't often seen the council in the best light, so to have them be supportive is wild and sends him reeling. Has Palpatine been wrong this whole time??

"The Force has spoken. We'd be foolish not to listen. We will all reflect on this matter and the possible meanings. In the meantime, we want you and your children to be comfortable and safe. No more war for you."

(The Code probably doesn't change much, if at all. It's there to keep them off dangerous paths and maintain balance, while reminding them that their main purpose is to value All life equally and to maintain peace. They do have a "we've been maintaining the peace for some at the expense of others" realization and get back on their justice kick. Going soverign, freeing the slaves/clones, just generally beating the galaxy into shape.)

Mostly I just imagine they go, "well fuck. The Force has deemed Skywalker the exception, might as well accept it and roll with it."

Anyway Obi-Wan is just besieged by longing. How can he not be, when Anakin is over the moon about everything? He's doing his damnest to support Anakin as best he can, to be there every step of the way, but he also can't help but yearn. He wants those babies to be His, for Anakin to he His. The Force goes, "fuck it, three parents it is." And just drops his DNA in at the last minute like a fucking dlc.

(They become a warning to the padawans lol. "Don't wish for a baby, the Force might give you one.")

#obikin #obikin crack #plot bunny purgatory #Palpatine slips on a baby rattle and dies from fall damage

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sillygoofyqueer · 4 days ago

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the deity jester WWX au might not be your most popular au but know I am on the edge of my seat waiting for wangxian to finally meet <333

*Sniffle sniffle* that's right, I'm writing the deity jester Wei Wuxian AU solely for you now, you see it you care you are everything. HOWEVER, it's unfortunate to say that we still have like a post or two to get to wangxian meeting....so.....uh...DEITY JESTER WEI WUXIAN AU POST DEDICATED TO YOU!!! It's surprising that it hurts to tear himself free from the roots - whether it's due to being tethered to his body for the first time in some...time period, or it's due to ripping himself away from the nature he is so naturally drawn to - but it does. Every breath burns, his black blood seeps out of rips in his flesh and stains the already stained white sections of his clothes, and the bones beneath the meat of his body ache and grate together in a way that he didn't think was possible. He drags himself out from beneath the ground, allowing the sound of the small human wailing to guide him fully, dirt clinging to his hair and skin and stuck beneath his cracked nails, even dropping out of his mouth and nose when he angles his head down to see the state of himself. Small humans are weak and scared of everything, but the tiny humans had always liked him before they had been killed! He moves in the direction of the wailing, which hasn't stopped, and then almost immediately drops to the floor.

Ah. Human bodies are weak. It has surely been a while since he moved. Other humans always complained about aches and stiffness after not moving for a while, so Wei Ying can only assume that this sudden inability to move well is because of being trapped beneath a tree for some amount of time! However, the wailing is still echoing through the forested area he finds himself in, so he starts methodically dragging himself across the floor by his nails, letting all of his bones crack and shift into their proper positions until he can figure out how to walk again. The bells hanging from his outfit, that had once made such pretty tinkling and jingling noises, are now tinny and dull with metal mould (he didn't know metal rotted!) that flakes off as they're scraped across the floor. By the time the wailing is close by, he's sort of crawling instead of walking, his long hair (it's gotten longer! Humans are so complicated) catching beneath his knees and tangling with the leaves and sticks that litter the floor, so that is an improvement.

He still feels the weight of his mask upon his face, and that's surely good as well because tiny humans smile when they see others smiling, and Master always said it was the closest he could get to such an action. He peeks from around the tree he's found himself bumping around after bunching his hair into his hands to keep it out of the way, coming face to face with a tiny human huddled in the roots of the very same tree. This small creature has a splotchy red face and a tiny hand balled against one of its big brown eyes, hiccupping breaths escaping it instead of the normal small ones that should be leaving its lungs. It stares back at him, hair sticking to its cheeks from the water that sometimes leaks from humans' eyes. Wei Ying raises a hand, wiggling his fingers (yes, they are bleeding and skin is hanging off them) and letting the bells around his wrist jingle in hopes to gain a smile or any sort of reaction from this small human.

The small human continues to stare for a moment, and a strange uncomfortable feeling rises in Wei Ying's chest, a chance of his actions making the situation worse, but then a tiny hand wraps around one of his fingers and whispers 'owchie.' He doesn't get what it's trying to say until he looks at his other hand and notices all of the blood dripping down his palms from the tips of his fingers. Oh. That is an owchie. He nods his head slightly (a snap in his neck echoing through the forest as he does so), watching as the small human pulls his captive hand closer, pressing it against its knee, where he feels more wetness - red blood. It seems that the small human also has an owchie, which could be the source of its distress earlier. He nods once more, pressing his free hand into the ground and once again digs his fingers into the dirt that shifts easily beneath his touch, whispering into the nature that sings around him until a very faint, gentle tugging in his chest pairs with a plant sprouting up from the ground.

He picks the leaves from it and crushes them casually, letting his blood mix in with it for an extra healing factor before holding out the gunk in his hand for the small human. Said creature, who has been watching with interest, hiccupping breaths fading to the typical ones found within these animals, leans forwards and prods at the gunk a little. Only after careful examination does it offer up the injury upon its knee, allowing him to liberally smear the gunk over the minor wound so it can heal faster. Once again, the human just watches him do his thing while he works, until he sits back on his knees and stares right back at the human through his mask; despite how he hopes the creature would react, it looks...disgruntled. It still has a hold of one of his hands, and scoops off some of the gunk he has just applied to its injury to...smear it across his fingers?? Oh. Oh! It thinks that he has an owchie because of the blood and the skin hanging from his fingers. It's trying to help him!

Wei Ying gently extracts his hand from its very weak grasp to rub the gunk properly into his hands for the benefit of the small human, wiggling his fingers after he's finished to show that he's 'feeling a lot better'. Now, he doesn't actually feel better because he didn't feel bad in the first place, but he learned a while ago that tiny humans need exaggerated performances to be appeased when it comes to these things, so he really makes a show out of it. The small human, of course, is appeased by it, smiling up at him so widely that it must hurt even with the teary eyes it still possesses. "A-Yuan!!" The call echoes out through the forest, startling nearby small animals and sending birds flittering from the branches of the trees, as well as breaking the peace between the two of them. The tiny human looks up at the call, blinking as though recognising it before struggling to get to its feet, one hand already reaching out to grasp for Wei Ying's hand. All he can really do is let himself be dragged along by the small human as it wanders towards the sound, not wanting it to get further lost in the forest.

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simblorbo-bracket · 4 months ago

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SEMIFINALS - Simblr's Saddest, Wettest Meow Meow - Mainline

Saxen (@herecirmsims) VS. Geoffrey Landgraab (@fallstaticexit)

(polls are presented left -> right unless stated otherwise)

My oh my! Semifinals already?? The winner of this poll will go on to battle the eventual winner of the losers' bracket. So close to the finish line!

Who's sadder? Who's wetter? Most importantly, who deserves to move on to the finals, to defend their title?? Read on for more information, and vote with your heart!

What is a ‘Meow Meow’?

(taken from tumblr user @/torturelabyrinth) “The thing about a true poor little meow meow is they have to be 1) downtrodden 2) morally questionable at best 3) deeply and pathetically miserable”

Saxen

Things Sax does extremely well: fainting and bleeding (separately), fainting and bleeding (combination), rotting in bed, crying or being completely stoic (no in between), causing more problems while trying to fix his previous problems, omitting certain truths (aka lying).

Now, I don't know if he really counts as an SWMM because he's not a classic villain... but in his pursuit of Doing The Right Thing he has made some awful choices. Good intentions, poor outcomes.

I present the evidence beneath the cut:

Some of his crimes:

In an attempt to save his sister, he left his post and facilitated the escape of a world-devouring entity which he was supposed to help contain.

After his sister died he made another attempt to save her, via necromancy, and instead doomed her to an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Until recently, none of her reincarnations were healthy enough to survive infancy.

He befriended the parents of this latest incarnation without filling them in on the backstory, or his motives. After they were killed by his enemy, he took the baby and kept her hidden for 11 years (did she have grandparents, uncles, aunts? Yes, probably. He claims they couldn't have cared for her like he did and technicallyyyy he's right, since her survival required magic, but...)

He broke the arm of one of his 'adopted' adult kids (he has an enchanted cottage which has been a refuge for a lot of people) when said adult tried to prevent him from killing someone else. Yes, technically he did only push Thom and didn't intend for Thom to hit the wall so hard, but...

Long story short but his home world didn't end, it was just knocked out of its timeline for a while. Unfortunately, due to his actions on the day the Grim escaped (attacking portal guards and forcing his way through the rift, just as an unrelated-to-him group stormed the castle), he was a) assumed dead and b) immediately arrested on his return for treason and attempted regicide.

He's a constant menace and cause of stress to his man, the kindest and sweetest soul to ever live. He doesn't mean to be, it's just that his attempts to keep Fen safe often seem to involve risking himself in increasingly creative and fatal ways.

Why should you vote for Sax? Well, I think his endless complex trauma and the fact that almost all his misfortunes happened because he was trying to fix things/help people makes him pretty damn tragic and definitely very damp. He could do with a win. Plus... look at him. 🥲

Geoffrey Langraab

What makes Geoffrey a Sad, Wet Meow Meow? What’s more pathetic: marrying the girl of your dreams just for her to turn you into the biggest cuck in the tristate area or slowly gaining consciousness but still pretending you don’t see it because what’s wrong with a little sobbing into your wine glass over your cheating wife’s affair? Geoffrey’s sweet, sensitive nature has paved way for him to be a meek, spineless fluff of a man that will stand outside on the front porch with bated breath for the return of his wife after she plows yet another woman into the mattress under the guise of running a multimillion dollar company (it’s both).

This is the same man who look his own sons in the eyes and know they deserve better but will quietly beg for it from across the room because communication is scary when your wife has walls as thick as the mascara that runs down your face. And just when you start to have an ounce of faith; you’re reminded this is the man who saw with his own four eyes actual hickies on the inside of his wife thighs and chooses to do- well. NOTHING. 😀 Because if you never acknowledge your cheating wife’s passionate affair, did it actually happen? 😏

#sswmm m semifinals #sswmm #inactive

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cdroloisms · 1 year ago

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been thinking about post-prison c!dream again and i feel like ... characterizations of him after pandora smtimes can lean vindictive. and it's not like there's no proof for this being the case, lol, this man has quite a few angry speeches post-prison about getting his Revenge! and such, and obviously has Feelings about the whole being left to rot and be tortured thing. that being said, i think it's worth pointing out how what a character thinks they believe and what their actions show can have some...pretty apparent discrepancies, and i think that c!dream's stated desires to take his revenge as well as a "us against them, you're either with me or against me" viewpoint of the server as a whole don't necessarily match up with his behavior post-prison

for one, i think it's worth pointing out how often c!dream's anger in these cases is obviously emotional to the point of incoherence--it's often been stated that his speech in the logstedshire chase scene screams of projection in the midst of a panic attack, which, i mean? yeah? he's making assumptions about what c!tommy thinks and basically repeating what c!quackity said in that cell almost word for word and making the kill-and-revive-you-over-and-over-and-over threat that he definitely wasn't going to go through with (though, is kind of interesting retrospectively considering we know that he literally did that to himself). then there's his rant to c!sam in daedalus one which literally includes his threatening c!sam with c!quackity, a claim so absurd that c!sam himself points it out as making no sense. and then there's his speech with c!quackity where he says he's going to torture...las nevadas? as in, the country? dream that's. dream it's a country. it can't feel pain. dream.

in this, a clear pattern is established where a lot of these angry threats are...bluffs. hot air. even if c!dream is genuine when he makes these threats, they're really not plausible (like, uh, please tell me how youre gonna convince quackity to torture sam for you king.) and it's not like c!dream doesn't have a pattern of being A Whole Lotta Bark when you have him in a position where he feels cornered, either. but with this, there's a precedent that's established where c!dream's threats, particularly threats where he's literally just listing shit out like that, should be taken with a grain of salt. less evidence of true plans and more an attempt to bare his teeth at you until you back the fuck away.

of course, this in itself isn't enough to claim that all of his claims of more vindictive actions should be dismissed. that being said, across the board, when you look at c!dream's actual actions post-prison...well, the amount of actual revenge this guy gets is. very small. very small. in fact, contrary to what one might think due to his paranoia and the huge breach of trust that had happened as a result of the prison, c!dream actually seems quite willing to establish connections with other people--friendly interactions, even alliances to a certain degree. looking at the following list of interactions w/ people post-prison:

He immediately gives the axe of peace to c!Techno in Snowchester after they part ways at the Arctic Commune--though the lack of favors between them indicates that there's no real explicit reason to call on each other in the immediate future, he does show very clearly that their parting hasn't made himself unwilling to cooperate with c!Techno at all.

Punz is self-evident--he speaks with his ally and reaffirms that the plan is still on track (a plan made before the negative effects that prison had on his. uh .everything)

The aforementioned conflict with c!Tommy, where he makes a lot of threats in ways that seem like a pretty damn deliberate mirror of c!Quackity and makes no effort to follow through on, particularly in tems of the killing-and-reviving shit and keeping tommy in exile and whatever else he was saying there

The interaction with Sapnap, where he is clearly gauging c!Sapnap's reaction and flees shortly after things appear to grow in hostility, once again making overtures at a threat that he will never follow up on (even considering he could very easily follow Sapnap to find Kinoko and could as such attack it quite simply even with just, a couple flint & steels tbh)

An interaction with Eryn where he makes no effort to be hostile at any point, hiding behind his shield and then exchanging items when Eryn offers them. The entire time, c!Dream's actions are defensive and purposefully nonthreatening and at no point does he attempt to engage a fight--even when not asked for payment, he gives a valuable item in exchange. Clearly more an attempt to be friendly than any outright hostility, though he is also obviously wary.

Daedalus also quite self-explanatory--again, it should be emphasized that letting Sam go in any capacity with any lives is explicitly an act of mercy. Left alone, Sam would have died in the prison for good; he set his spawn in the prison, a fact Dream would've known when he escorted him out. He makes a lot of threats, including some that are quite incoherent, and at the end he kills Sam once and then escorts him out of the prison grounds alive. Interestingly enough, conversations in Daedalus also seem pretty explicitly from a perspective of trying to get c!Sam to understand him in some respects--like, c!Dream isn't seeking division here. Even in consideration of the fact that he needed to get the keycards, c!Dream's continued emphasis on trying to get c!Sam to see him is...interesting, in view of how much of what went wrong being explicitly because of c!Sam's betrayal.

He warns Bad and Skeppy away from the prison shortly after beginning to reside there on a permanent basis. He gives them quite a sum of gifts (iirc, a block of netherite and a totem of undying) despite firing arrows at them; even though he has a reason to be aggressive towards c!Bad as one of the prison guards (something both c!Bad and c!Skeppy point out) he makes no effort to kill them and outright gives them valuable items while warning them to stay away from the prison

scrapped lore, whenever it was meant to happen, was an obvious "revenge" attempt against quackity...which goes, badly. a clue into the State that he was in in terms of his revenge quests. also, whatever interaction he has with c!wilbur later, obviously c!Wilbur doesn't end up worse for wear physically from it.

In inconsolable differences, c!Dream is more preoccupied with keeping a "feeling" of power over c!Wilbur over taking outright control over the room and therefore complies with c!Wilbur's orders. He does attack, but despite having more than the necessary means to kill both c!Wilbur and c!Tommy while he's there, does not do so. Neither does he manage to keep them trapped in the prison, something that he absolutely could've done if he so chose. Instead, he values a (imaginary) symbol of his continued alliance with c!Wilbur over any kind of hostile action, imprisonment, or killing of either person (and explicitly values c!Wilbur's life over just about everything, there.)

In his interaction with c!Foolish, he's outright trying to get c!Foolish to consider him beyond what other people have said about him. He's trying to establish some form of an alliance and offers...well, quite a lot in order to have one (in order to have a five minute warning of c!Quackity's location. like, he's putting himself in c!Foolish's service quite explicitly here, offering to become his hitman or bodyguard). He's obviously wary, but also obviously trying to be friendly and largely interacts with c!Foolish by trying to establish a rapport, not by trying to threaten him into something or attack him in any way. Even with c!Sam, the amount of outright threatening behavior from c!Dream isn't all that large--mostly, he's being petty? You could make an argument about c!Dream's vague threat to c!Sam's island, but clearly Sam loses no lives from Dream in any interaction they might have after they leave the summer home.

I consider the whole interaction with c!Aimsey canon bc literally everyone was playing as their characters there--c!Dream outright goes out of his way to try and protect a total stranger here with no obvious personal benefit. He literally inserts himself into the conflict to try and prevent c!Aimsey's death, which is kinda wild for someone to do as someone who allegedly wants people to die on the server. He attacks (and even kills c!George) c!snf here, but it's all in a scene where they get distracted from their whole "blowing shit up" moment because they want to chase c!Dream, and c!Dream specifically uses very little melee combat here--a lot of ranged stuff, which is far from his specific specialty. Further, there's a scene in this fight where c!Dream is acting entirely defensively, backed up against a wall with his shield in front of him as c!snf attack, and at the end he just runs away--all behavior that doesn't seem to be about killing anyone or profiting from anyone's deaths in any way.

LN5, threats similarly nonsensical, and he dips as soon as things start going south. For all of his seeming confidence, he's not the one that continues the chase in an attempt to kill c!Quackity, and the fight evidently freaks him out considering how he ends up not realizing he's being stalked by c!Tommy and then hides in the prison for a solid while (while still being stalked by c!Tommy)

Despite apparently wanting them to decide who to die in the saw trap (which had a premise that is frankly, quite hard to believe), c!clingy are given the exact items that could've facilitated their escape. He certainly could've killed both or one at any point in time, even if he wanted a message to be spread to the server (something easily done with one guy)--instead, he monologues at them, then conveniently leaves so that they can get away (and they could've with the literal items he gave them if tommy didn't burn their food.) When c!Tommy returns the following day, c!Dream makes it clear he expected both of them to have gotten out

Despite being clearly unable to stand c!Tommy, blaming him for most if not all of his problems on the server, and outright saying to c!Tommy that c!Tommy would never agree to help him (after they had a shouting match literally one day ago), gives quite the sales pitch to get c!Tommy on the same page as them.

I'm probably missing stuff, but you get my point--even when presented golden opportunities to kill off a player post-prison, c!Dream doesn't take it. He outright spares c!Sam when he could've easily died from the Revengers' tactic. When meeting with strangers, he prioritizes establishing a friendly rapport with them through things like gifts over, in his distrust, treating them badly so that they're scared of him and therefore don't fuck with him yadayada. His behavior, instead of exuding an aura of anger and vengeance and vying for destruction, tends to send a message of trying to be outright unthreatening, please-don't-attack-me. He's not going everywhere holding his big fuck off axe, he's seeing a new person and ducking behind his shield.

Oftentimes, I feel like this quote is pulled or paraphrased from No Way Home to show how c!Dream has become distrusting of people, vindictive, post-prison

And if that means we have to kill everybody— and ev— everybody that doesn't wanna go along with what me and Punz have to say? Everyone that doesn't want to figure it out? Then, fine! You can be simple-minded and you can die simple-minded. But! If you wanna actually know what's going on in this world, and you wanna fix it, and make it the best that we can be, and live forever? Then they can join us.

And while I'm not saying we should dismiss the whole quote as just being disingenous bluffing, I think when taken into the context of post-prison c!Dream's actions (or, well, c!Dream's actions as a whole) as well as his actions in the finale itself (such as his appealing to c!Tommy in the next stream), rather than putting the emphasis on the idea of "everyone who disagrees with me should die," c!Dream seems far more preoccupied with the idea of trying to find people who are willing to work with him to "fix" everything. People who will help him make it so that they can "live forever"--a desire he expresses in the fourth finale stream as well.

like, it's not to say that c!dream isn't vengeful. he is. i mean, i'd say moreso than vengeful, he's angry--just like how a lot of his overtures at friendliness are so deeply rooted in fear. the prison made him angry and the prison made him scared, and the anger has to be repurposed into revenge because revenge is power that he certainly didn't have when he was on his knees begging for mercy. but far from being closed off and unwilling to work with other people post-prison due to his experiences in Pandora (which. would make sense. i mean. like, he was left in there, and tortured, and betrayed. anger and revenge and a general distrust towards everyone and a desire to destroy a world that condemned him would be very easy to understand in this scenario), i'd say c!dream's interactions with people post-prison scream of a general lack of a desire to actually go through with killing people. hell, he even revives c!tommy--c!tommy! who just killed him! who c!dream outright blames for like, basically ruining his life! when revivals are literally apparently destabilizing the universe!--shortly after killing him. generally, he meets people who are dealing with him aggressively with a desire to flee moreso than with murderous intent (in genuine finale 2, for example, this guy was sure more focused on running the fuck away than he was on killing either of c!clingy), and even moreso deals with other people on the server by acting defensively and even in a manner that seems deliberately designed to get them to be more willing to work with him, or at least deal with him in a friendly way. despite his paranoia and how deeply pandora cut as a betrayal and his obvious wariness towards all people as a result (there's hardly a single interaction on the list above, after all, that doesn't have c!dream's obvious fear of people leaking all over the damn carpet), he seems to be much more focused on the idea of finding possible allies than he is on the idea of killing everyone possible.

which, i mean, makes sense. as he himself states:

#c!dreamisms #dreblr #c!dream #long post #my guy ...#c!dream. C!DREAM.#sorryi have so many damn opinions

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phoenixyfriend · 6 months ago

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Put together a rec list for a reddit question but I can't get the list to post so I'm trying it this way instead.

r/SWFanfic • 1 hr. ago zephrry Star Wars long fics where Anakin doesn't fall to the dark side? I'm looking for well-written/characterized, Anakin-centric long fics (or series) where he doesn't become Darth Vader/turn to the dark side. I don't have a preference for whether or not the Republic stands or falls in the AU. Bonus points if Ahsoka is a major character, though this isn't necessary. Just no time travel fics, please!

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Here's a couple, though I admit I played a little fast and loose with the definition of 'longfic' here, and I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted just RotS divergence fics.

THIS IS THE BEST MATCH FOR YOUR REQUEST:

Well It Goes Like This by orphan_account - Anakin changes his mind at the last moment and doesn't go to confront Palpatine with Mace Windu and co, rather saves a creche clan and escapes Coruscant when the clones invade the Temple.

into the desert by That_Ghost_Kristoff, TheElusiveBadger - Author describes it as A very expansive "Anakin doesn't go to the Dark Side" AU that will, hopefully, extend into the sequels, so very much a match.

The rest of these are just in order of how they appeared in my bookmarks:

In Your Dreams! by Exonerin - Obikin - E-rated

Speak no Evil also by Exonerin - Obikin - E-rated

Sigil of the Krayt by rejectedbard - gen, but takes place mostly in the period immediately post-TPM

Echo's Invitation by Sherlockian_nonsequitur - Anidala, Anakin/501st, fem!Anakin, E-rated

I will be keeping our memories by IronCannon - Obikin, E-rated, omegaverse

Ner Kar'ta by Loveobiwantobits - Jangobi - contains both E-rated and sfw fics - omegaverse

Ghost of Tatooine by SarcasticSketches - this is... sort of applicable? Vader exists, but so does Anakin. This fic works on the idea that Sith *literally* kill what is left of themselves, and so the good Anakin is haunting Luke

Sith Lightning, Paperwork, and Other Extreme Sports by DeadStarsRising - ongoing but the planned result is Anakin not falling - background Anidala

edge of providence by adiduck (book_people), whimsicalimages - this is an AMAZING fic, one of my favorites, starts a few years prior to AotC but ends around then - Jangobi

The Creche by Blue_Sunshine - Obikin, sfw

Skywalker Seduction Method by Revna14 - sfw (it's all chatfic) - Anidala, Blyla, and various background ships

Kneading by Threebea (Beewaggle) - G-Rated, Jangobi

Accidental Verd’alor by BairnSidhe - Jangobi, sfw

light by loosingletters - spans Anakin's apprenticeship and largely circles around the Jedi doing their best for him

Binary System by Cimila - Jangobi E-rated

Jedi Shmi AU by MirandaTam - what it says on the tin

Conceal Me Verse by Himboskywalker - Obikin, omegaverse, E-rated

Legally Blonde Jedi AU by Trixree - Lawyer!Obi-Wan/Maul raising Anakin (Maul has been rehabilitated, none of them are Jedi but they're also not dark)

Deliver Us AU by Bittodeath - while it's Jangobi, the fic is SO heavy on the way Obi-Wan is raising Anakin, and it's over 400k words

between pole and tropic by Anonymous - non-fallen Anakin, fallen-in-RotS!Obi-Wan

Viridescent Skies by DarthSnug (themikeymonster) - ageswap of Anakin and Obi-Wan

Senator Obi-Wan AU by BeanieBaby - eventual Obikin, but it's got a very fun Anakin characterization

Soft Wars by Project0506 - not all the fics, but plenty of them

Be Careful What You Sith For by 11paruline44 - backward Anidala and Obitine, but it’s not a major focus

#phoenix recs #star wars #anakin skywalker

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herecirmsims · 7 months ago

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Saxen for @simblorbo-bracket 's Saddest Wettest Meow Meow Bracket

You're probably most familiar with Sax as the Sim who's often used in my pose previews, but he does in fact have a whole life as the saddest and wettest little meow meow in my modern fantasy story over on IG. In fact I was first introduced to the SWMM concept because @nefaricussims referred to him as such in a comment. 😆

He's an original creation, based on a character in a novel I started writing 15 years ago and never had the guts to finish. In the Sims story version, he's a vampire mage.

Now, I don't know if he really counts as an SWMM because he's not a classic villain... but in his pursuit of Doing The Right Thing he has made some awful choices. Good intentions, poor outcomes.

I present the evidence beneath the cut:

Some of his crimes:

In an attempt to save his sister, he left his post and facilitated the escape of a world-devouring entity which he was supposed to help contain.

#sswmm #my sims #my dumb story

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 1 year ago

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✨The MHA Boys Go To The Eras Tour With You✨

Lol I just had to do this, please bear with me! I just watched The Eras Tour film and my MHA brain rot kicked in. Here's a few headcannons of how the MHA guys would react to being taken to the Eras Tour as your boyfriend. Spoilers: They're all weirdly into it. And some of them even plan out couples costumes! Gasp!

⚡️⚡️Denki Kamanari⚡️⚡️

Ok there is no doubt in my mind here - Denki is absolutely a Swiftie. He read all of the blog posts detailing hacks and tips to get tickets for the show, and he preregistered for a sale code the minute he was able to. He has half of Class 1A sign up for presale codes so that he can have the most amount of chances possible to enter for a spot at the show.

He's absolutely over the moon when he scores you both tickets to the upcoming concert. He asks you to help him make a Pinterest board so that you can come up with the perfect Eras outfits (he wants to do Lover). Guess what? You go as Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. He's decked out in a glittering blazer with a bejewled plastic crown and he's thrilled. He picks out a matching flashy dress for you to wear, and keeps complimenting how absolutely gorgeous you look in it the whole night.

He's all about taking photos of your 'fits in front of the stadium and blushes every time he gets a compliment from a fellow swiftie. When Taylor takes the stage, he nearly faints. As she starts playing Lover he holds you close and tells you that he's so glad you both get to share the special night together.

🖤🖤Hanta Sero🖤🖤

Sero really doesn't get what all the hype about Taylor Swift is about, but of course he's willing to go to the concert with you. The man loves live shows - but you need to tell him to leave his vape pen behind for fear that you won't get let into the stadium if he's caught with it ("But babe, getting high at a concert is part of the experience!).

You get him a plain black t-shirt with a small snake icon on it. He doesn't get it, but he shrugs and promises to wear it. When you get to the stadium, he's really overwhelmed and intrigued by all of the glittery, feathery costumes. He spends a lot of time trying to figure out how his snake shirt fits into the mix since all he sees is hot pink and red regalia. He smiles and waves gamely at the other swiftie boyfriends in attendance and makes more than a few bro friends while in line for a beer.

When the show starts, he is immediately impressed by the production value of the whole thing. When Taylor steps out onto the stage in her glittering bodysuit, his jaw drops and he turns to you accusatorially "BABE! I never realized that she's hot!?" You both laugh as she sings her way through the Eras.

When Love Story comes on, he wraps his arms around you and says "I remember this one from when we were kids! Makes me think of you." He plants a kiss on your cheek and you grin.

Finally, the intro music for Reputation queues up and an animated snake curves it's way across the stage below you. Sero grabs your arm excitedly as he realizes the snake on his shirt matches the stage. When Taylor comes out and kills the choreography for "Are You Ready For It?" Sero turns to you with stars in his eyes and says "This is the coolest concert I've ever been to. Thank you so much for bringing me!" By the time Karma comes around, he is fully dancing in the aisles alongside the rest of the swifties, completely wrapped up in the moment as confetti rains down on the crowd. When you get home, he buys you matching Reputation era sweatshirts on Etsy to commemorate the night.

"Babe - maybe you can get one of those sparkly bodysuits like Taylor wore?"

"Sero - I have absolutely no place to wear something like that."

"I can think of somewhere you can wear it." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he pictures a bejeweled bodysuit tightly hugging your frame.

💚💚Izuku Midoriya💚💚

Izuku has no idea who Taylor Swift is. Why would he? She's not a Pro Hero.

Once you excitedly show him your hard-won tickets stored in your Ticketmaster app, he realizes how important the concert is to you. We all know Izuku is great at hyper-focusing on a topic until he masters it - so for a month straight Taylor Swift is his obsession.

He starts an Eras Tour specific notebook and spends lunch breaks interviewing everyone at Lunch Rush about their favorite Taylor Swift songs and eras. He spends time online gathering data and drawing up little charts, guessing at what songs might make the set list. He's disappointed when he can't find any interviews online that feature her choosing the best Pro Hero, so he decides that her favorite is likely All Might (the only valid choice).

He listens to each album in full, starting with Debut and ending with Midnights. He's thorough, and learns the lyrics to the chart toppers off of each album. He's so excited to impress you with all of his Taylor Swift knowledge and fun facts at the show, that he forgets he needs to dress up for it. When you both arrive at the stadium, he whisks you off to one of the merch lines so that he can grab an official Eras Tour t-shirt. He needs to be appropriately dressed for this occasion in order to prove his dedication to you and, by extension, to Taylor. You tell him that it doesn't matter what he wears, you just want him to enjoy the show with you.

When the show starts, he is bouncing off the walls. From time to time, he'll bend down to whisper an obscure fact or data point about Taylor's meteoric rise to the top of the music charts. A few eras into the show, he stops sharing fun facts - that's how you know he's legitimately enjoying the show.

He tries his best to dance along, but even with the moves he's picked up from Mina he's a truly terrible dancer. He doesn't seem to care, though, as he throws back his head to belt out the bridge to "You Belong With Me" while shaking his hips. You smile at how much he's enjoying the concert - you haven't seen him let loose like this in a long time.

Finally, when the performance for Vigilante Shit starts to kickoff, you notice a deep blush settle across Izuku's cute freckled face. Without taking his eyes off the stage, he leans down to whisper in your ear: "I didn't realize that this song was so...sexy?" You crack up and he grins sheepishly, watching Taylor straddle a chair. He then boldly says: "Maybe you can do some of these moves when we get home?" Your loud cackle of a laugh is drowned out by thousands of swifties singing along around you. You tilt your head up to kiss your boyfriend hard on the lips. He threads his fingers into your hair and deepens the kiss.

You pull away, craning your neck to take in more of the killer choreography before turning back to face him. "I like concert Izuku. I'd like to see more of him." You say, and he blushes even more furiously.

💥💥Katsuki Bakugo💥💥

Katsuki loves concerts. You know this because he's dragged you to countless shows across the past 6 months of dating. He loves all genres of music - pop, rock, sad boy emo, heavy metal. You name it - he's heard it. Even so, you're a little apprehensive to ask him to go to the Eras Tour with you. It just doesn't seem like his scene - glittery, screaming fans making heart eyes and painting "13s" on their hands just seems like something he would not enjoy.

"Hey dumbass! Why didn't you tell me you got Taylor Swift tickets!?" Katsuki angrily bursts into your dorm room one Friday night, looking pissed as usual.

"What? Who told you?" You look up from your laptop, surprised.

"Mina! She said you've had them for weeks! Why wouldn't you tell me?" He sounds more hurt than angry now.

"Kats...I didn't think you'd be interested to be honest!" You get up and cross the room, taking his face in one of your hands. "Do you want to go?"

"Not if I'm your second choice!" He's defensive, but his face has softened at the physical contact.

"Babe - you're always my first choice. I just didn't think you'd enjoy her music style and all of the girly vibes." You pull him into your room and shut the door to keep nosy dorm-mates at bay. You motion for him to sit down in your desk chair and you hop onto your bed.

"That's pretty sexist of you!" He has you there.

"Kats - do you want to go or not?"

It turns out Katsuki has been trying to get Eras Tour tickets for months but to no avail. He is dying to go to this show since it's being lauded as "the biggest stadium tour since The Beatles played Shea Stadium!" As a music lover, it would be a crime to miss such a spectacle.

A week leading up to the concert, you can tell he's getting pretty excited. He's made you read through the setlist with him at least twice. He's trying to guess what the surprise song might be - hoping you get to hear something exclusive so that he can brag about it online. You laugh at this - even with concerts he's so damn competitive.

You're most surprised when he shows up at your door one day with a big cardboard package from Etsy. "I got us some shirts for the concert." he says gruffly, pushing his way into your room. He pulls out two dark purple tees - one that says "Karma is My Boyfriend" and the other stating "I'm the Boyfriend" in bold font. He smiles sheepishly up at you, a rare moment of vulnerability as he waits for your approval. "Katsuki...these are so cute! Literally this is perfect." His mouth quirks up into a smile at the praise, he's clearly pleased with himself.

Before you know it, you're taking a couples pic in front of the stadium in your matching purple Karma shirts and jeans. You snap a few pictures and press your lips to the side of his jaw, leaving a ruby red lipstick stain. "Ugh - come on!" he groans, wiping the lipstick off his face with the back of his hand. He makes a show of being annoyed, but you know he secretly loves being doted on like this.

He goes crazy during the show - he's extra appreciative of the pyrotechnic display during Bad Blood. He gets especially quiet during the Folklore era, and you can see how much he loves watching the grace of the dancers as they swirl across the stage during The Last Great American Dynasty.

You notice that he loves watching you dance and belt out the lyrics to every. single. song. He has this adoring look on his face as he looks at you. You knew he loved going to concerts - but you quickly realize that he loves going to concerts to spend time with you.

At the end of the night, he pulls you into an Uber and plants a soft kiss on your mouth in an unexpected show of public affection (Katsuki is not huge on PDA, he prefers private moments of intimacy with you). "Thanks so much for bringing me, babe. I can't even describe how much I enjoyed that show. Did you see the flamethrowers during that one song!? Insane!" Katsuki has glitter in his hair, and a smile stuck on his face.

You spend the rest of the ride home recounting favorite moments from the show and grinning at each other.

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princelylove · 1 year ago

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Good evening my prince, I want to start off with my gratitude. You're one of the few that have an accurate description of the characters in dead dove/yandere situations. Thank you! I love seeing your post.

onto my take, cannibalism as a metaphor for love. There is something romantic about being eaten by another or unknowingly/forced to consume flesh. Your captor is selfish, the tiny scraps of affection they get from you is addicting. They want to swallow you whole, but if they devour that love, you will no longer live. A double-edged sword, I want both of our bodies to melt and mix together, but I will no longer be able to see your drowsy face in the early morning, coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. it's a constant battle, should I eat them and be done with it? or maybe take smalls nibbles throughout the months and wait until this phase goes away?... or maybe just prepare themselves so that you can feast on them instead.

"Crawl inside this body - find me where I am most ruined, love me there."- Rune Lazuli

My question is there any characters that you think can apply to this? does not have to be obvious (Narciso), Maybe they are better at keeping to themselves or just simply being too "normal' to behave this way?

Ohhh, cannibalism. How lovely. The desire to feast, and the desire to give yourself entirely to your partner, are not dissimilar. It's born from love, or at least appreciation.

You want it, but it's not happening. You offer yourself on a silver platter just to be ignored, even if you took the time to wrap yourself in ribbon and garnish that your love would appreciate.

They just don't want it. They're not hungry, they don't like the taste, they find the idea itself unappealing. It's torture. It counts as cruel and unusual punishment. Can you really blame them for finding small ways to make you eat them? Encouraging you to bite during sex, putting their hair into your food and saying "Oopsies!" when you obviously pull it out, scratching their arm over your food so their dead skin falls off and onto it and hopefully you never find out, they're pretty desperate, but not very creative with it.

Well, some are. Perhaps that's a different topic entirely.

It's safer to deal with someone that wants to be consumed. You won't have to look over your shoulder, you won't need to lock your door at night. You might be able to get away with gnawing on them every once in a while and calling it a day, maybe. They tend to be rather submissive, and love the attention that comes with being consumed.

It's different when you want to eat and want to be eaten, even if the desire comes from the same place. Someone who wants to eat you will never give you food that's been tampered with. If anything, they'd feed you the best. Well balanced meals that are actually good for you, with treats to keep you happy.

You have to feed pigs well or the taste just isn't right, but you knew that, didn't you?

Sometimes you think that Yoshikage cooks for you and encourages a certain lifestyle because he has ulterior motives. You're right. What's the point of killing you if your hand rots immediately, or if it isn't healthy enough to cut off in the first place?

He doesn't want yellow nails, he doesn't want dry skin, he doesn't want a project. Well. He's working on the project now, so he doesn't have to later.

Sometimes, when you look at him like you're grateful he's taking care of you, he gets the urge to not let the rest of your body go to waste. After all, when you kill an animal, you're supposed to use all of it. He read that somewhere, once. Isn't it such a shame to blast the rest of your corpse when he's always loved the taste of fresh meat?

That, and he may be starting to develop actual feelings for you. How rare! He fights the urge to take your life every second of the day. It's actually extremely frustrating!

You'd cease to exist, you'd be away from him... well, your hand would stay with him and your body would stay for however long his digestive system would like to hold you. He spends about an hour figuring out how to log your the calories.

It's just something he thinks about doing, and something he'll debate until he eventually snaps and allows for it to happen. Honestly, he'd probably snap randomly, so there's really nothing his darling could do to see it coming.

For him, it's less about possession, and more of an inclination. A natural instinct. He just can't help it, to Yoshikage, killing his darling is like clipping his nails or preparing meals for the rest of the week.

Narciso is very eager to possess his darling. He doesn't want to share, he doesn't want to acknowledge that his darling has their own thoughts and feelings on the matter. He's selfish. His goal is to love his darling, to see them do what they do best, but honestly, that's only if they're still his. He can't handle it any other way, and why would he? You're supposed to be his, he already loves you so so so so so so much, why can't you just accept him?

Sometimes he has it in his mind to kill you. Simply. Maybe it would be easier if you weren't alive, he'd just try to keep your corpse safe and sound for as long as he can. It's unfair. It's cruel. It's like whatever divine power is out there is laughing at him.

But you're so sweet. Not literally, you can be quite cruel to him, but you're just so... you make him so happy, just being there. Being yourself, breathing, ohhh, he loves seeing your chest rise and fall and thinking about how you have little organs in there, you're just so adorable. He'll often stay awake at night just to watch his darling breathe. He loves you. Very much.

So it agitates him whenever he sees his darling existing without him. What's the point if he doesn't have you all to himself? He'd merge with you if you could, it's unfair that he's all the way over here and you're all the way over there, why can't he break your skin and crawl inside?

He usually gets it out of his system by biting, and kissing, and inhaling directly against his darling's skin. Oh, and penetration. Penetration is pretty good too.

#request granted #cw cannibalism #yandere narciso anasui #yandere narciso anasui x reader #yandere yoshikage kira #yandere yoshikage kira x reader

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troacctid · 8 months ago

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The Wizard's Familiar, Chapter 109

(I was going to just post an excerpt of this week's chapter, but heck, it's a short one, so here's the whole chapter!)

The room at the bottom of the stairs is a library. The walls are lined with bookshelves, although most of the books are degraded beyond repair. To the party's left are the rotted remains of what might once have been a pair of leather armchairs. To the right is a large desk, behind which sits a gaunt, skeletal man with pale skin, tattered clothing, and a couple of magical auras. He's flanked by two stone gargoyles, and the bookcase behind him appears to hold the only books in this room that are still intact. He does not react as the group enters.

"Is he dead?" Grace whispers.

"What a rude question," says the man.

Grace frowns. "Oh. I'm sorry. It's just, uh, you were so still…"

"Just because I don't gasp and prostrate myself in awe at your dramatic entrance doesn't mean I'm dead."

"You're right, I should have been more tactful. Sorry."

"Yes, you should have."

"He sure smells dead," Magala mutters.

He also smells strongly of evil, which immediately puts her on red alert—as far as she's concerned, this could potentially escalate to violence at any moment. She's not fooled by the gargoyles' statue-like stillness, either—they're pinging as evil, too, so she decides they must be some kind of malevolent animated stone creature.

"Well, that's because I'm dead," says the man. "So what's your excuse?"

"Ohhh, snap!" says Fiora. "He really got you there!"

"Hey, I just got blood and guts all over me in a vicious battle for my life, okay?" Magala says indignantly. "Sorry if I haven't had the chance to take a bath since then! What are you supposed to be, some sort of zombie?"

"It looks like he's a wight," says Fiora. "A type of undead known for sucking away the vital energy of living creatures with a touch."

The man pouts. "Rude again. I'm not defined by my unlife. You think you can summarize an entry from your 'Monster Manual' and that means you know everything about me? I have a name, you know. It's Elquen. And I'm a librarian, not that you asked. What are you even doing in here, anyway?"

"Can I check out a book?" asks Fiora.

"Not without a library card, you can't."

"Can I get a library card?"

"No. Only the master of the tower can issue them. This is private property, by the way. I oughta kick all of your asses for trespassing."

Grace chimes in. "Sorry about that, Elquen. We're just here to repatriate a lost artifact. But it looks like you're doing a great job guarding this library!" She looks around at all the destroyed books. "Just…a really great and fantastic job."

"Oh, a lost artifact?" Elquen says in a mocking tone. "Oh, you want to 'repatriate' the master's priceless magic items? Not a chance! I won't have it! You have ten seconds to get out or I will personally kill you all." And at that, he draws just this absolutely massive oversized greatsword from under his desk, and the two gargoyles next to him crack to life.

Magala grins and readies her spear. "Oh no! We'll just have to pry it out of your cold, dead hands!"

To be continued!

The full story is on AO3 here:

#the wizard's familiar #my writing #dungeons & dragons #original fiction #dungeons and dragons #d&d #troacctidposting

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xxkatsu-donxx · 1 year ago

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Izaya's hookup pranks

(Kink+feels, sex denial, Shizaya (at the end)) Uh uhhhh I've never posted one of these musings before because they make me feel embarrassed ;w; But I wanted to try posting one and fighting my fear. Sorry if it's OOC at all, I wrote it mostly for me. Here goes nothing! __________🚹💖_____________ Izaya will inevitably have pursuers who don't know the real him. People he has charmed without even trying. Maybe a stranger on the street is captivated by his beauty and has the confidence to ask him out. Maybe an irregular client sees him at their appointment and is immediately drawn to him. It's not hard for someone to become interested in his beauty or his façades (He has many different kinds) And if he's not already busy, he'll immediately accept the offer, grinning knowingly with narrowed eyes at their excitement at being accepted so easily. Izaya will make sure that date is ideal. It's a chance to observe one of his beloved humans up close in all their quirks and habits not even they know they have. But to them, he is just such an attentive listener. Maybe they can even begin to fall for him like this. When they whisper to him they'd like to take him to a hotel, he matches their energy as he accepts. It's all part of the game.

When they both hurriedly enter the hotel room together, he'll waste no time whispering close to their ear what he knows they want to hear. (He was analyzing them the entire time during their date.) Exactly what makes their breath hitch, and their eyes roll closed. And once they're good and drunk on his words, or try to kiss or touch him, he'll simply back away from them completely, and with a face dripping with mischief he'll say "Well, you have fun with that" (give or take a speech of some sort) and leave them to pathetically jack off alone to the idea of sex with him..

He knows anyone who wants him at first will eventually hate him. Oh, but they'll selfishly want his body, won't they? Better to deny them that as well, get to them first. What's the point of letting them have the satisfaction of sex with him if they're just going to want nothing to do with him when they inevitably realize he is rotten inside, as everyone else in his life has realized? A human can not have Izaya Orihara, because Izaya Orihara can never truly have a human. Not forever, and so not at all. The non-intimacy of loving all humans is much safer. Only a monster like Shizu-chan can touch him, because Shizu-chan sees through his every mask, down to the rot he really is, and still wants him. Even if it's to kill him, it doesn't matter. Shizuo Heiwajima wants Izaya Orihara despite everything he is, BECAUSE of everything he is. So Shizuo can beat Izaya until he's blue, or ruin his body until he's in tears, and every last moment of it will feel deserved.

#durarara #drrr #shizaya #izaya #izaya orihara #fanfic #character study

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sloanout · 4 months ago

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Uh, so surprise turn for a blog conceptually for yapping about Sloan and practically for Solas discussion, but I wanna talk about Blackwall

He clocks in pretty high on the ranking of "characters that had the biggest impact on Sloan". He can't compete with Cole for the crown, but he does solidly land in the same echelon as Solas/Cassandra/Dorian etc. he's interesting, right? It's a common observation that the inquisition is made up of liars, but Blackwall's bullshitting is so powerful it gives the damn Dread Wolf a run for his money in the deceit department.

And I think that's by design. After finishing Trespasser, a friend of mine observed that he felt like Blackwall's role is to prime the player for Solas' betrayer, and intentional or not, I think there's truth to that sentiment. There are a lot of parallels between the two, from their constructed/assumed identities to a moral greyness in their actions, and ultimate chance at redemption by the Inquisitor's hand. The vibe is so similar that when I was giving the 3 Hour Sloan PowerPoint™️ I felt the need to remind the audience that it was Blackwall I was talking about when explaining Sloan's thoughts and feelings on the Thom Rainier situation.

The big thematic keystone here is, I think, that both instances reveal a character to be lying, then ask you to grapple with the reason for their lies and if their actions can be justified and forgiven, or are irredeemable and must be punished with death or imprisonment. It's not easy to figure out how you feel with either of them, there's a lot to chew on. Not gonna get into Solas cause that's what the rest of my posts are (lol), but with Blackwall, the initial crime is far more straightforwardly corrupt and reprehensible. He didn't do it to save anyone. It was a heartless political play, and it ended with a whole family being massacred. Worse yet, he had the chance to pull back when he realized his target was accompanied by his wife and child, but Thom didn't. He continued, mostly because he feared having to save face or face the consequences of his men sniffing out his true aim.

And like, while the material consequences are far smaller scale than Solas, the intent is much more unambiguously selfish and evil with Blackwall. That said it's also a bit of a one and done situation. He immediately regrets it, and while he doesn't turn himself in, he doesn't totally run away either. Being recruited by the Wardens is an easy out, but it's also a shot at redemption in its own right (at least in Blackwall's mind). Everything from there on is a grey mixed bag. He assumes the original Blackwall's identity, but he also trains recruits and follows through on serving as a Warden albeit in his own way sans a joining. I'm sure a lot of young Wardens owe their lives to his tutelage. He joins the Inquisition not out of faith or for gain, but because he's being called to a greater purpose that he can give himself too. Even before we know his crimes, he's already concretely working towards atonement. There's still cowardice in it, absolutely, but I don't think you can totally discount his good faith and effort.

I ended up playing Sloan as not merciful per se, but as someone who believed in restorative justice with hopes for rehabilitation on the side. She never sent anyone to Skyhold's prison because imprisonment just didn't make sense to her. It's sending someone to rot where they could be useful and an asset to the inquisition if not (and more importantly) to the people they hurt. Alexius serves the mages. Florien works the fields. The only time she killed someone was Erimond, because he had already proven himself to be a nuclear bomb of a person and there simply was no better option, and that single execution put her into her darkest hour because it ran so counter to what she believed and who she was.

Blackwall served as a perfect opportunity to refine Sloan's beliefs on justice and redemption to a fine point. He's such a fun character for her to play off of because he's so mired in regret. A core piece of Sloan is her peace with the past; she doesn't really get bogged down by mistakes and failures because she's very good at forgiving herself so long as she knows she did the best she could at the time. No sense cursing yourself for what turned out to be an ignorant decision - you literally didn't know better. No point beating yourself up over what can't be changed. Learn from it, absolutely, but don't suffer needlessly over what can't change. Like with her take on justice, she'd rather do something constructive with those feelings than wallow in them. Here's to the fucked up shit we can't erase.

Predictably, her take on Blackwall ends up being that he continues the work he was already doing in the inquisition. Who he is right now - the man that gave himself wholly to the cause without hesitation, worked tirelessly for it, and who turned himself in rather than let a man he ordered to do the crime hang in his place, that's a good man. He is already redeeming himself, and interrupting him now would do nothing but satisfy bloodthirsty Orlesians and weaken their cause in the process. Sloan believes more in the person someone is in the here and now, who they are choosing to be and working to be, than whatever baggage they're carrying around from the past. She doesn't even choose the secretive Leliana option, she just fully leverages the Inquisition's power to get him turned over to them. Shouts of corruption be damned. Truly she does not care about the human systems of power and propriety that rule the land.

It ended up hitting extra hard for Sloan since she cared about Blackwall - they weren't incredibly close or anything, but he was a bit of a father figure. He was the first one in Haven to tell her she was worth following not because she was sent by Andraste, but because she was a good kid.

In retrospect, a lot of Blackwall's praise for Sloan ends up feeling like it was more about his own shortcomings in comparison to her, imagined or otherwise. But I don't think that sours how much it meant to her. She needed to hear it, and he needed to see someone make the noble and honest choices he didn't and believe in moving forward whenever he doubted his footing. It was still reciprocal and helpful for both of them, caveats be damned. They believed in each other, and that meant more than either of them knew.

It all gets lent even more flavor and meaning by the end of Veilguard, but again if we really start talking about the Solas parallels this post will get too long.

#Blackwall #Thom Rainier #Sloan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #analysis #thoughts

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