#If you were to say something like 'king shit' about me I'd prefer king over queen I think

[imminent-danger-came]

Not cis, not trans, but a secret third thing

[hyufucks]

STARBOY .ᐟ

★ STARRINGS: choi yeonjun and fem!reader. ft choi soobin

! cw – jealousy, possessiveness, yeonjun is aggressive, fingering, unp. sex.

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2ND PART OF HOW MANY SECRETS CAN U KEEP?

yeonjun's lifestyle is not the typical cliche where he's a bad boy and his life depend on fucking every girl and living from party to party (the latter may have been a bit cliche, but trust me, he dosen't go out every weekend).

you know his reputation, and you know it all too well.

you know he's a top student with outstanding grades, a star athlete, the favourite of the teachers and, above all: a jealous boy.

he has a thing about being the centre of attention, your centre of attention. if you're not with him, if you're not seeing him, if you're not talking exclusively about him and how hot he is, he'll get jealous (too much, i'd say).

several times you met his dark eyes and chilling gaze, almost so sharp that he would effortlessly slit your jugular for the simple fact that you were talking to a boy other than him.

he can't stand not being the starboy, a nickname that echoes through the hallways and teacher's room, but which he only prefers to hear from you.

but what he hates the most is seeing you next to choi soobin: his rival.

soobin is a friendly, smart, shy and funny guy. you don't understand why yeonjun hates him so much and why he wants to keep you away from him all over the coast.

but yeonjun knows things that you might not, and maybe those things are the reasons why he spits shit at soobin.

right?

yeonjun's soft kisses on your neck made you lose your sanity, his cold hands provoking a thousand sensations on your warm skin as he caressed your thighs and waist. his fingers nimbly unbuttoned the buttons of your shorts, and just as he was about to remove your underwear, your phone started ringing.

you reluctantly pushed the dark haired guy away to pick up your phone, quickly sitting up in bed when you saw who was calling you.

'who the fuck is calling you?' your partner asked, somewhat annoyed that you had interrupted what you were about to do.

'oh, it's soobin. i'm supposed to do investigation work with him, remember?' you said with total impunity, as if you had completely forgotten yeonjun's feelings for the poor blond boy.

you saw him tense his jaw and close his eyes as soon as he heard his name leave your lips 'why are you doing it with him? weren't there other options at that stupid hippie college?'

you laughed before quickly picking up the phone, motioning yeonjun to silence.

'hi! soobin, it's so good to hear your voice again' you looked at the dark haired, looking provocation.

and you've done it, because never in your life have you seen him settle between your legs so quickly, taking off your underwear and looking at you like a ferocious animal stalking his prey.

'yes, hello, i say the same thing' his soft voice provoked a certain tenderness in you, unlike yeonjun who's voice only made you wet.

oh, and speaking of the king of rome; his fingers didn't miss the opportunity to caress your clitoris in a circular way. you saw him wet his fingers with his own saliva before inserting two of them into your sweet spot.

you muffled a moan, but it was useless as the boy on the other the line quickly noticed that something was wrong.

'hey, are you okay?' he asked confused and somewhat worried 'i thought i heard something' how cute.

yeonjun brought his face closer to your neck, biting and sucking gently 'put him on speaker' he said with his characteristic deep voice when he was in that mood.

and of course you did it.

'y-yeah, it's just that i'm a little shaken up from today's practice, you know, cheerleading stuff' you lied mercifully, because clearly you wouldn't say that there's a guy fingering you and that guy just happens to be choi yeonjun.

'on a saturday at ten at night?' you heard him laugh softly. looks like he's caught you red handed 'anyway, 'i wanted to know if we could get together monday morning to discuss about the work'.

'of course, at my house or at yours?'

'in mine. it's closer to your college, so i could take-' you couldn't hear him finish. yeonjun took your phone and ended the call suddenly, throwing it angrily on the bed.

before you could say anything to him, he grabbed your wrists with both hands and pushed them over your head, pressing his body closer to yours, preventing you from moving.

'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' you've seen him angry before, but he never got physical like now.

'what are you talking about? he just wants to be nice' he clicked his tongue and sighed heavily.

'yes, of course, and i was born yesterday' he replied with notorious sarcasm 'for you that's being nice, but for me that means he wants to fuck you in his flat and in his damn car'.

you widened your eyes in surprise and almost shocked, feeling a pressure in your chest that you had never experienced with him before.

'what the hell is wrong with you, yeonjun? you can't just think the worst of others. not everyone wants to wet their dick like you'.

'and you can't always think the best of others and believe that i'm the only one who wants to push you against the mattress, damn it' he spat angrily.

he quickly released you and moved away from you, walking away from your bed, walking out of the room. you got up and followed him to the front door.

'where do you think you're going?' you asked behind him, placing a hand on the door.

'finish this on your own, maybe thinking about soobin will help you cum quickly' he pushed you almost roughly and left your flat, slamming the door shut.

'damn son of a bitch'.

almost a week since you and yeonjun last saw each other. you only exchanged glances in the hallways. sometimes you would see him train secretly, and you knew that he did it too.

but no one dared to approach.

throughout that week, you were with soobin and practicing tonight's performance together with your team. tonight, yeonjun and soobin were going to play on different teams.

and you were just afraid.

you looked in the toillet mirror one last time before heading out to the basketball hall, noticing that your ribbon was scruffy and your lipstick was not applied correctly.

the sound of the door opening and the familiar voice caused you to jump a little in place.

'what do you want, choi yeonjun?' you asked without even looking at him at all, you only saw his body resting comfortably on the cubicle doors in the mirror, arms crossed and with that gigantic smile of a mischievous cat.

he looks so attractive like that, that for a moment you forgot what an idiot he is.

'i just wanted to know if you were going to cheer for me tonight' he replied calmly, moving closer to you.

'and what if i don't? are you going to corner me like that day?'

he bit his lips lightly and then licked it. his big hands took your waist and he forced you to turn around, being face to face.

'come on, doll, we can't spend our whole lives pretending we don't exist'

he leaned down to your neck and placed little kisses there, just the way you always liked 'you're so hot when you're angry'.

you sighed and leaned your neck to give him better access, surrendering to him and his charms.

his lips touched yours, joining in a needy, hungry kiss. your hands tugged at his hair, making him moan against your mouth.

he lifted you over the sink and you quickly wrapped your legs around him, feeling the bulge of him pressing against your pussy.

you moved as best you could, trying to create friction between you and him. yeonjun laughed in between the kiss.

'you're itching to fuck already, mmh?' you nodded 'ask me and i'll grant you the wish'.

you squeezed your eyes and sighed 'please, fuck me'.

he laughed again against your lips 'wish granted'.

you gasped when he practically ripped off your underwear and pulled you even closer to him. he removed his shorts and boxer, stroked his base a few times before fully entering and thrusting inside of you with a single thrust.

you heard him moan in relief once he hit rock bottom 'god, i missed this pussy so much'.

you leaned back a bit, touching your back against the mirror. you grabbed his hair again and pulled him close to you, connecting your lips against his.

you bit his lip as his fingers moved in a circular motion over your clit, pushing three fingers inside.

kisses distributed on your collarbones and chest almost make you explode.

the way he would go in and out would drive you crazy, how he would go deep and then not.

yeonjun held you tightly, hugging his body to yours. that is what definitely made you start moving desperately, chasing your orgasm.

'aw, are you about to cum?' he gently caressed your cheek as if you were an adorable little animal 'tell me, did you cum thinking about that idiot the other day?'

you denied 'no, i thought of you'.

he half smile, satisfied with your answer 'who makes you cum?'

'you' muttered.

'say it louder' he grabbed you again and pushed himself hard 'I'm not listening, baby'.

'you' another push 'you' another one 'god, you'.

and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, moaning in his ear, feeling safe.

as it has always been.

the heavy eddies and knots appeared, the approaching heat and the familiar feeling in your belly took you over.

and he kissed you like he never did before.

and you felt something you had never felt before.

he hugged you tenderly and you could feel his heart beating like you had never heard it before, smelling his perfume in a new way and from a different point of view.

and when he moved away, you were already missing him.

'make yourself pretty, but not so cute because you're going to distract me' he laughed coquettishly, winking at you before leaving.

another time you would have rolled your eyes, but this time your heart jumped and your cheeks turned pink and filled with an unknown felling.

you also went out into the hallway and saw him leave, turning his back on you.

from not-so distant you heard his faithful devotees who were waiting for him, who received him with his characteristic nickname and insane applause,

starboy, starboy, starboy!

and you just smiled, knowing that that name would never be the same for him if you weren't the one who told him.

and you knew that it will never change.

© hyufucks, 2023.

[utilitycaster]

I don't know how you feel about it, but I was extremely frustrated last night when I found out that break was called after around 3 hours. I just felt that at that point they should have just made it a Crown Keepers episode instead of promising that BH would be back and then them barely being in the episode. I don't know, I'm usually really go with the flow with CRs creative choices, but this was just a real big swing and a miss for me. I wish this had all just been its own episode

So here's my feelings:

My thoughts on EXU Prime, and later Kymal, were that I love the player characters and their relationships and much of the worldbuilding (notably all of Niirdal-Poc and the Qoniira Tetrarchy) and I liked many of Aabria's NPCs but there were some pretty big gaps left in "what the fuck is going on" that left me feeling as though I wouldn't mind seeing the characters again but I didn't feel strongly about continuing the story in-world, if that makes sense. The Aevilux reveal, for example, was sort of what the main plot of EXU Prime hinged upon (ie, that was Myr'atta Niselor's motivation; that was what the deal with Ted was) and so the fact that didn't come out for over 2.5 years irl after it ended meant I'd just kind of said "well, some weirdo from Syngorn really wanted to do shit to Opal for some reason related to her sister, who is also her patron, and we don't know why either of these things is the case, and I guess that's what happened" and made my peace with it. Similarly, I don't know what the Nameless Ones want, and never have (other than, at one point, the circlet of barbed vision, and I don't know why they want it). I made a joke that Myr'atta, Poska, and Otohan are all kind of the same and honestly that is the thing: if you don't know why a villain is doing something - even if the reason is "because I love to be evil and terrible!" it's hard to care, and if those are only villains, it's hard to be invested in the story about the heroes either, even if you like the heroes as characters.

When I say I like how this ended, I mean it - I think it could have gone only a few ways, but I like that Morrighan and Opal have both become divine champions, Morrighan willingly and Opal less so (this is yet another case of "the gods don't do take-backsies on oaths", but also, I do feel for Opal despite it all because of Aimee's excellent work throughout). I mentioned how I felt about the exact details of Cyrus's death but I don't mind that he's dead. Fy'ra was a highlight throughout, as she frequently is, and I think she was faced with two extremely unpleasant choices and made a fascinating decision. But I'd have preferred to see this as a flashback (see next paragraph) or like. Just decide what happened. If I'm being extremely honest a lot of my issues with the Crown Keepers portion is that it felt like there was a very specific desired ending (Opal's complete corruption and Cyrus's death); I also said at some point well before that you can only do so much with the Crown Keepers while Dariax is there because Matt does, even if he's turning his brain off to play our Charisma-only kinda short king, know all the cheat codes for the main campaign. It's kind of like why how, even if the DM will control an absent player during RP, they usually have another player control in combat.

I don't mind that the Bells Hells portion was short. I think the choice to break where they did makes sense given everything else that went on. But I think that, criticism of the actual Crown Keepers portion aside, while you might have lost some of your audience for a Crown Keepers-only episode on the main feed, you would have preserved the drama of FCG's death better and gotten people more excited for the Crown Keepers if you had essentially run things exactly as done here but then just cut the two episodes together, which, as a pre-taped medium, they can now do! Hindsight is again 20-20 but: Run the first half of 92 as is. Break and tape a full Crown Keepers episode. Return to Bells Hells and narrate the message back from Dorian saying he'll be there, play out the rest of Bells Hells in the camp dealing with FCG's death, and then have Dorian arrive at the very end of that episode and end the episode when the party asks him what's been going on with him, then reveal there will be a Crown Keepers episode. Air your full Crown Keepers episode as episode 93, and then return to the main campaign with 94. It would have been better balanced in terms of time, people who wanted the Crown Keepers to return would have gotten hyped up, and people who dislike them or are neutral would have at least known what to expect and frankly if they skip the episode that's their choice to make. Hell, since there were 2 weeks? Could have even been like "hey, we'll do a Crown Keepers Marathon on Twitch and Youtube on some random weekday" to build up some hype!

So overall my answer is that I agree this wasn't a great creative choice. I don't think this means they shouldn't take big swings! But some will be misses and this was, while not an entire miss for me, at best a walk.

[canyoufeelyourskinandbones]

Thoughts on Pit Babe the Series (major spoilers ahead)

Things I liked

car go vroom vroom 🚗 🚗💨

Charlie being a cinnamon roll soft puppy that melts Babe's walls 🥰 (also shoutout to Pavel's smile because that stole hearts)

Jeff!! Literally my favourite character out of the lot. He's cute, antisocial, saves himself and takes no shit ("I can leave the garage but I won't admit guilt for something I haven't done;" "If he's in a bad mood, why bring it to me?") all while being soft inside. My baby, my king 👑

Alan and Jeff ♥️ Charlie and Babe are cute but these two have a special place in my heart. The looks that were exchanged when Way accuses Jeff of causing Babe's accident (Alan's concern, pain at having to kick Jeff out, how Jeff's trusting gaze turns into hurt and anger at not being believed, the final glare as he walks away from the circle and Alan rushing after him aaaahhh). The way their relationship develops slowly till we get to episode 11 and it all comes rushing together 💞💞

The Hunter X Hunter team being a family

Kenta being morally grey 🩶. With all of Tony's children, you can see to some extent his influence over them but Kenta visibly struggles under it. The way he recognises when Tony is being cruel and wrong but can't stop him, and how he follows orders as far as he can, how he never hurts Pete, how he stays even though he knows that he's being abused. He gets fired because on some level he doesn't really want to hurt other people, he's just never been valued as anything but a weapon. When he stabs Tony and asks him to stop hurting other people? That hit.

KIM. Can we get some applause for him? I loved how principled he was. He's just out here working hard to beat the rival he admires on fair terms and Tony and alpha auctions just have to ruin it.

North and Sonic, the iconic duo ✨ who provide some much needed comic relief when shit gets dark. The series played with the idea of them being a couple and I'm fine either way. Platonic, romantic, idc, I just need them on screen together.

The Pete/Way and Pete/Kenta stuff happening. On one hand, Pete and Way's interactions suggested a romance (drinking together, tender moments, how Pete really sees Way - his sadness, guilt, and general feelings of fucked-up-ness, and how their enigma/enigma pairing echoes Charlie/Babe's alpha/alpha one). But the flashback of Pete and Kenta in the House of Suffering suggests that there's something there (was that an accidental kiss?). There's also the moment when Kenta corners Pete earlier in the series and Pete totally looks at his mouth, hmm. I think I prefer Pete/Way but I'd be down with Pete/Kenta because of the angsttt.

Was really into the AlanJeff sexy music (ifykyk)

Things I didn't like

Charlie's whining. Enough said.

Babe not apologizing for the way he treats Charlie when they're on the outs. Like yeah, he says sorry when Charlie is fake-dead but it shouldn't take that for him to be like "honey, sorry I was a dick."

Winner being Evil. Was hoping the tension between him and Kim would be the fun kind 😉 but Winner is a bully so that's not happening :((

Way's rushed redemption arc. If it wasn't for the sexual assault, he'd be up there with Kenta on the fun morally grey list. What he did to Babe could have been so much worse if he wasn't stopped but the way the storyline frames that as something that he can come back from just because he decided to change is so outta whack. If he stayed dead - S2 suggests otherwise - that would have been fine but he's coming back and like . . I don't know if sacrificing your life makes up for almost raping your best friend (again, we have every reason to believe he would have). Soo no longer attached to Way as a character, which is fine because the way he emotionally isolates Babe was already such a red flag.

About halfway through the series I felt like it should be called Tony's Children or something cause god, where was the racing and the fun group dynamics?? Instead it was kidnapping! Predictions of death! Sexual assault! Human trafficking! I know S2 will have the same dark themes, but I hope it's more balanced.

Although there were definitely parts of this show I wasn't a fan of, it was overall a fun time and I'm looking forward to seeing S2 and (hopefully) lots more AlanJeff. And cars going vroom vroom 🚗💨

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: OC Interview (Round... 3?)

...I'm too tired to go and find the other two but I think I've done it twice before and I'm not double-checking.

Thanks to @thewritingautisticat for the tag!

The Wheel has chosen Korfel Domin, from Trials of the Six! Questions are in bold, responses are unbolded, my own questions/thoughts are in blue.

Are you named after anyone?

Some random ancestor of my father's. I don't remember what he did for my parents to name me after him. It probably wasn't that important.

It's actually a fairly common name in his bloodline. The first Korfel was a renowned king.

Yeah. Not that important.

When was the last time you cried?

*long sigh* ...not since I was a kid. No, that's a lie. It was right after I met Jarsali. But not since then. And I can see the look on your face, but I'm not telling you why. That's final.

In the immortal words of Brandon Sanderson, RAFO.

Do you have kids?

Nah.

Not biologically, anyway. Emotionally, though....

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sarcasm? Me? Never.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

How they carry themselves. It usually tells me how a person fights, or their attitude or personality before we even exchange words.

What’s your eye color?

Dark brown. Nothing too special.

They're pretty close to black, actually. Doesn't make much difference.

Any special talents?

'Suppose I gotta be honest. I'm a pretty good Earth Mage, and that lends itself to a lot of things. Especially tracking. And fighting. I'm good at that.

You're selling yourself short, you're good at improvising.

Yeah, because my planned-out-plans are shit.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Hmm... don't really have a preference either way. I suppose if I had to pick it would be scary movies.

I think he'd like M. Night Shyamalan films, where details are everywhere and the twist is foreshadowed. Like the Sixth Sense!

Uhh... yeah. I'll take your word for it.

Where were you born?

Tya. Obviously. At my family's homestead. Haven't been back there in over a decade.

The reasons for that are also a RAFO.

...why do you keep saying RAFO?

hehe

Do you have any pets?

Nah. Animals don't seem to like me that much, and that's just another thing I gotta worry about.

How tall are you?

Tall enough to have to duck through most doorways to avoid hitting the top of my head.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Ugh. I hated school. Not the subjects themselves, most of the teachers just didn't know how to teach them properly. That being said, learning how to use a sword was the highlight of my day. Could work all the frustrations out on a wooden practice dummy.

What is your dream job?

In a perfect world, I'd be teaching young Earth Mages how to harness their abilities so they wouldn't hurt themselves or others. Or something similar.

Ah, but you don't live in a perfect world! Where's the plot in that?

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When was the last time you cried?

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Do you use sarcasm a lot?

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[aikoiya]

LoZ - Link's Attractiveness

Am I the only one who feels like, the more androgynous that Link gets, the less attractive I think he is?

Like, Twilight Link was, by far, the hottest Link. But then again, he was also the most physically masculine of the Links too.

Like, just look at this side-by-side comparison, ya'll!

I dunno about ya'll, but I know which design I prefer! It's the goat herder on the right in case you were in any way confused.

I don't know why they keep designing the Links more & more femininely. Though, I do remember reading something about one of the designers or something. Apparently, he asked his wife or whatever how she would make Link more attractive & she said what amounted to "make him look more like a girl" & I'm just sitting there thinking to myself, "please, don't."

Like, maybe Japanese women just prefer them with girly hips & bones like a bird, but not me. Which, looking at it, this seems to be indicative of the Sōshokukei Danshi (草食系男子, grass-eater men) trend that's become so big in Japan. Which, itself, is just something I'm very much not into. I just don't want a man who uses more cosmetics than I do, okay? I simply don't see it as attractive.

Like, why not just admit that they wanna date girls? Because that's what it seems like.

I just want another Link with abs, ya'll. Being traditionally masculine isn't a bad thing & shouldn't be treated as such.

I don't care if he's short (I mean, I'd like a tall Link, but I can live without one), but please give me a more masculine Link. Like, he doesn't even need to be uber muscular either, just don't make him so damn girlish, okay??

Like, I get that part of the appeal for a lot of people is that they can put themselves in his place & making him as androgynous as possible allows as many people as is possible to be able to fit into his place. But for me, personally, that's just not the draw.

I'm just not that into the whole reader or player insert thing because I like myself in reality where I am. When I play or read shit, I'm not doing it to read about or play myself unless it's a farming sim or some-such, I'm doing it to read about or play someone else.

Like, yeah, there will always be a little bit of "how would I do this" in it, but ultimately what I'm invested in is not me. I'm just not that self-obsessed & I like it that way.

All I'm saying, ya'll, is that masculinity is hot.

That's likely part of why so many are simping over Ganondorf. Because, for all his evilness, he's the most physically masculine person in damn near every game he appears in. Same with Sidon, he's pretty damn masculine too, just in a different way. You could even say that Rauru is also pretty masculine in his own way, just not the way that Ganondorf or Sidon are. Rather, he's more so in the way that a wise king is & even though I'm not really into the anthro thing unless it's werewolves (I own up to my flaws), I can definitely see why a lot of fans simp for him.

Now, don't get me wrong, Link is masculine in his own way. Trust me, there's a lot masculine about being a hero who helps people & saves the princess. And even just that sort of masculinity is very hot. He's just not very masculine physically. Especially with those hips. He's got too girly hips & he doesn't have the right build to make up for it the way that Rauru does.

Even Twilight Link wasn't extremely masculine.

Edit: Apparently, this post sparked some sort of ire? She insisted that I was being a bigot towards Japanese men & the Japanese culture as a whole, which... really doesn't sound right.

I thought all I did here was state my preferences.

LoZ General Masterlist

[kiwiana-writes]

Which of your favourite books got bad adaptations? Do you feel Rwrb was a decent adaptation? How do you feel about the casting? What about a sequel? Hope it’s still honesty hour!

It's always honesty hour! A follow-up to this ask.

Answering the middle question first because I'm filled with chaos: I do think the RWRB film was overall a good adaption! There were parts of the book I missed desperately (June obviously, but also Liam and Raf my beloveds) and things about it that I would have preferred to be different, but I have criticisms of the book too which don't stop me loving it, and overall I really enjoyed the film. I thought the casting was fantastic, very impressed with TZP's ability to bring 'chaotic little shit' energy without actually being the short king of the book 🤣 and Nick did an excellent job with Henry. There's a lot going on in the book, and I do think streamlining it for a film was a smart move, even if it meant we lost some amazing stuff.

Regarding a sequel... I'd rather no sequel than a bad sequel, and while I trust Casey with their characters, approaching something film-first does wind up with a different structure to a novel that's turned into a film, the third-act misunderstandings that I hate, etc. I'd rather they wrote another book that could then get adapted, but I'm aware that's the most unlikely approach to be taken lol. Also, based on some of the reactions to Henry's bonus chapter, people get very attached to their post-canon headcanons and I feel like a sequel runs the risk of being divisive. Like, I want a sequel because I want more of Alex and Henry, but I would not enjoy all the Discourse™️ it would inspire.

Favourite books with bad adaptions! I'm still bitter over The Lovely Bones a decade and a half later, though not as much as My Sister's Keeper lol. The Dark Tower can get in the fucking bin. Sometimes I think about how desperately teenage MJ wanted an Artemis Fowl adaption and then we got... that. 11.22.63 was actually a decent miniseries but I hated it as an adaption of one of my favourite Stephen King books. I wanted to like Death on the Nile but holy FUCK. Fucking... Justice League I almost walked out of the cinema. There are probably more that are fully blocked from my memory lmao.

[Honesty hour, ask me anything!]

*I realise opinions on the film and on the bonus chapter differ from mine. I respect those opinions, I will defend to the death your right to hold them, but I also, in the most respectful possible way, don't care and have no interest in debating them. I say this with all the love in the world, but also a desire to protect my peace.

[coquelicoq]

For the 30 years old ask meme, could I ask: 8, 13, 15, 18, 36, 41, and 62 please? (I promise I restrained myself 🙈 I'm just very curious) -☆

thanks friend~

8. What cleaning product do you swear by? i am not a person who has strong feelings about cleaning products, except i prefer not to use antibacterial handsoap on a regular basis in the home environment…seems like tempting fate. if i had to pick something i guess i'd say detergent for washing dishes by hand, because i use it more than anything else probably.

13. Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it? the air conditioner. i clean it once a year…most years.

15. Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from? only the ones i know i need stuff from! yesterday i went to a grocery store i don't usually go to because i'm not in my neighborhood at the moment, and it was such a frustrating experience because i had to go down every aisle multiple times, not knowing where anything was. hate that. i am in and out at my regular grocery store. i am here to get the stuff on my premade list and then get the fuck outta dodge.

18. Pro or anti tchotchkes? they don't really do anything for me from a visual perspective, because everything in my line of sight becomes invisible to me after a short period of time. (i have seen this called "visual exhaustion", but when i look up that term i just get results for eye strain, so maybe that's not an official term lol.) so having a bunch of small items in my vicinity ultimately just means there are more things to get dusty and for me to not even notice getting dusty until we are at critical levels.

36. Do you keep a daily journal or agenda? i keep a weekly agenda, which is structured as a table where the columns are the days of the week Mon-Sun and the rows are things like "french", "book", "puzzles", "social", "shower", "chores", etc. and then for every day i write down the initials of the french-language book i'm currently reading in the french row, the initials of whatever other book i'm currently reading in the book row, whatever task i need to do for my newspaper puzzles, and so forth. there isn't always something in every cell - for example if i have more than four days with something in the "social" row (which includes phone calls), i am in trouble because i don't have the bandwidth for that lol. then on the far side of the page i keep a running list of things i need to do at some point but don't plan to work on in the current week, so i don't lose track of them. i used to keep a daily journal but it petered off several months ago when i realized 1) i was running out of space for all my old journals, 2) there were so many it was prohibitively difficult to actually refer back to them for any reason, since just finding the relevant entry could take hours unless i already happened to know what date to look for, and 3) it was taking up time and also depressing me. lol. problems 1 and 2 would be solved by keeping a digital journal rather than a handwritten one, but that's never appealed to me. so now the only thing i write down is how much i slept, how heavy my menstruation was, and (only if they were notably unusual) how my mood and appetite were.

41. What's the oldest thing you own? the last time i thought this over i concluded it was a copy of a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court, and i haven't come up with anything else. i don't remember exactly how old it is. from the early 1900s maybe?

62. Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale? hm idk really. as stated before, i got the ol' "this sign can't stop me because i cease to even notice it if it's been on the wall for more than one hour" disease. so you could go all out and cover a room in all sorts of shit and i would enjoy the aesthetic and think it looks neat right up until i would never see it again, which would be very soon. so it kinda comes out to a wasted effort for me. however, on the other hand i can't say i'm a minimalist person either, because if you put me in a bare bones room with two sticks of furniture, within half an hour i'll have covered every space with bags and books and assorted papers and devices that i am planning to use throughout the course of the next few days and not even notice how cluttered i have made it due to the aforementioned visual exhaustion thing. so yeah. i have no idea. i do enjoy looking at pictures of maximalist decor though, and last year i visited a friend of a friend whose house was THE most intensely decorated place i had ever seen and i thought it was amazing. but if we're talking my own living space or anywhere i will be spending any amount of time, it does not and cannot matter.

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

some dialogue can only be in script

do you want to know what the worst part of all this is

like the worst part beyond the emotional shit

like the logical worst part

I let you fucking kill me slowly screaming

for over five years and I tolerated it

mostly because I'd dealt with far worse than you

and also because I didn't want to leave my kid

your insecurity battered me emotionally and spiritually

so you could keep believing in your family's dysfunction

which will come out anyways when they die

once you kill your parents from the gods they are

make them fragile and mortal and fucking broken

it's easier to love and accept them and understand

why they made you feel how they did when they were you

like orphaned children who have to pretend they are loved

just because their parents have a title and a role

society desperately accepts and needs to believe is sacred

but mother isn't any more sacred than father

they did their best but they fucked you up in ways too

no matter how many fancy Christmases you had

or trips around the world and all the little checks

and lists that say what a good parent is

and people believe loyalty is not saying anything

even when the way they look and treat you

makes you so fucking disgusted inside

beyond hurt and beyond anger

just fucking disgusted enough to spit

I once heard the best dad joke out there

the strongest man you know is an eldest daughter

please know that this relationship ended with you

being an abuser and refusing to see it

and please know your perspective is valid

but its value is only to yourself

because I've documented every fucking thing

in rainbow colors and illustration that was my emotional blood

I bleed emotionally into every journal as you just

stabbed me and stabbed me with your indifference

when I would cry you looked at me with loathing

when I would have a success your envy would show

the random hostility was so confusing

but it happened after you became a therapist

and your ego just couldn't handle the fact

that privilege and education doesn't beat experience

and I was just the little woman that stayed at home

with three kids that I gave a childhood I was never given

love and compassion and emotional availability

even when there was no food or money in the bank

that your own fucking mom couldn't give because

she was being so deeply and critically emotionally abused

by your anxious don draper of a father who literally

went deaf and refused to learn sign language

so that he didn't have to see what anyone said or needed

and you fucking killed my spirit and blamed me for it

so you didn't have to see or think about any of it

that's okay I did it for you and wrote your dad poetry

and a six page manifesto conversation with ai

about what a critical dad does and why it ends up hurting

the future partner of his son but unlike the wife

of your dad I'm the bitch who will never keep my mouth shut

especially when I'm being slandered and devalued

by someone who has so much less self control than me

said it was my trauma talking or found a way to dismiss

and avoid any expression I made about my experience

if it wasn't happy or pleasant or what you approved of

your preferences changed after you got that job

you fucking said it yourself that they changed

we had a real nice midlife crisis together

and you'd never been poor and I'd never been seen

and I learned how to fucking cope and change

and you decided to suck the life out of me

critical and arrogant and you even made fun of me

for how I had to put my hands behind my back

when I was around you because I was so scared

of being told I was doing something wrong

and when my hands were behind my back

I would imagine Daniel in the cave of lions

bringing King Nebuchadnezzar  to his knees

and you were on your fucking knees crying about

bearing witness to your own monstrosities

meanwhile we didn't have money for years

I was forced to be resourceful and manage my own panic

when every time you told me there was money

and I'd do the shopping and swipe the card

and there wasn't and it was so embarrassing every time

there wasn't because you didn't want to look at it

or manage it or figure anything out

just tell me it had something to do with my spending it

and then I needed to entertain kids without a car

so I gave them a summer raising rabbits and gardening

and singing and became mary fucking poppins

and you complained I didn't clean the house enough

you told me you had standards for your partner

and I could never quite seem to meet them

you told me my ex was a better parent than me

when you're the one who pulled me out of the water

when he did the same fucking shit you began to do

and here's the real rub, my friend

my ex is a better parent than me right now

I am disconnected and I am unfocused and I am realizing

just how much damage someone can do

when they pretend the other person isn't allowed

to have the experience and feelings that they do

you erased me from the narrative but still

expected me to meet your new preferences and standards

still needed me more than ever because you

never actually learned how to take care of yourself

and you've regressed back to a teenager

well now I'm a teenager too and I was meaner then

while you give all your emotional empathy to clients

and refuse to respect or honor anything I do

I don't regret taking myself out of the professional world

I don't regret devoting myself completely

to the role of caretaking my own children

with my efforts I gave them everything of me that I could

and once I'm out of here I'll be able to do it again

but you're gonna have to learn a whole lot of new skills

because my over-functioning in the relationship

comes from the autism that you refused to acknowledge

for over a year while citing that you were a therapist

but really you're just someone that knew if you accepted

my experience you'd have to admit you were meeting a need

exploiting a person with a past of trauma that you knew

in fact isn't that what we bonded over at the beginning

you actually started using the same quotes my ex used

and then would say that I just wanted to make comparisons

no I was listening to a fucking cover and I never liked the song

I lost nothing but the illusion of a man who made my oldest

son feel like in his family he no longer belonged

just like my dad felt when his mother remarried and forgot him

he used to call himself the red headed stepchild

and I fucking became that archetype just to fuck with fate

your disgraceful treatment may have infected my heart and spirit

but you only poisoned me and I was still limping away

my integrity and sense of justice and spite the only things

getting me through the day sometimes but here's the thing

they were still better than yours at full strength

so that means that you failed at killing me

you tried for four years and you still couldn't even finish

divinity had to bring in a real executioner to finally

murder all the sick and twisted parts of me suffering

I saw the silver of his blade and moaned hallelujah

when his dagger plunged into my heart so deep

I couldn't even tell which one of ours was beating

my angel of shadow then took me into his arms

kissed my cheek and slit my throat while giving me

a new name to call myself and this new hope

the end of this marriage will not return me to the name

given to me by a father that never protected me

or a name a man used as leverage to cripple me

for not being carved into his expectations

this name will be my own and you will hear it

as an oncoming storm that will change your fucking life

and not in the ways I promised or the vows we made

the universe even had to outsource my own murder

because you weren't man enough to do it

and I was man enough to die

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 2c

*Warning Adult Content*

Kitten - Part 3

- Knox -

When the hot water comes on, only then does Knox look away, smiling to himself for no reason.

He pulls out his phone and sends a few texts while Everett washes his trauma away.

Fifteen minutes later, Everett asks Knox for the towel.

He hands it over without teasing, even allows Everett to get dressed with the bathroom door closed.

Not like there's anything inside he can use as a weapon.

Though it would be a comical sight to see him charge at Knox with a toothbrush in his hand.

"Come sit."

Knox is at the foot of his king-sized bed, patting the space next to him after Everett steps out of the bathroom in his skinny jeans and Knox's giant t-shirt.

Somehow he looks even more adorable than what he did before.

"I'd rather stand." Everett remains by the bathroom door with his skinny arms wrapped tight around his middle. "And before you grill me again, I really have nothing more to say. I told you everything that I know about Shaun. What more do you want from me?"

"Your side of the story," Knox answers. "From the moment you first met Shaun to now, I want to know everything. Where you went with him. What you talked about. What you did with him in private. Every little detail. And do not hold back on me."

Everett sighs, staring down at the ground.

"I met Shaun at the grocery store. He approached me and made small talk. I thought he was funny and hot, so I gave him a chance. Long story short, we exchanged numbers. After that, things were just... you know, super casual. We haven't even had sex yet."

Knox raises a brow.

"You a virgin?"

"What? No!" Everett shakes his head, turning red from embarrassment. "When I found out Shaun was a biker, I wanted to make him work for it. For... sex. I enjoyed hanging out with him, but I was afraid if I gave it up too soon, he'd ghost me."

"Go on."

"He took me out on a few dates around town. The majority of our conversations mainly revolved around me now that I think about it." Everett pauses, staring off into space. "Whenever I asked him stuff about being a biker, he'd always spin the conversation back around to focus on me. I... I don't even think I know what his last name is."

"He really told you nothing about himself?" Knox questions.

"Nothing that gave me any clue about what he did for a living with his club," Everett says. "Tonight, though, I overheard a phone call he was on. He was supposed to deliver a package to somebody, but he chose not to because we were together. I think he was speaking in code or something and the package that he was talking about is actually the USB."

"Makes sense," Knox says. "The fucking cure to cancer must be on that thing if he was desperate enough to give it to you, someone he's known for weeks, in order to keep it away from the cops."

The police, most of them crooked, prefer to make deals with criminals that are on El Chapo's level of wealth, not MCs who play in the minor leagues.

They remain one of the few that The Fallen Angels couldn't buy, meaning the club has no Get Out of Jail Free cards.

If tonight somehow gets pinned on Finn, the man is bound to get fucked hard by the system.

"I hate to say it but you've gotten yourself in a major shit storm by fucking with that Jackal," Knox continues. "As for your story, I believe you're telling me the truth. MCs are real private about their shit, as are the members, so I understand Shaun being reluctant about opening up to you."

Everett smiles at that.

He rushes over to Knox and kneels at his feet, hope shining brightly in his pretty brown eyes.

"Does this mean you'll let me go now?" Knox leans in close and gently grips Everett by the chin, staring deeply into his big, round eyes.

"Did you not hear what I told you earlier? You're mine for the night, Everett. Until I say so, you aren't going anywhere..."

A knock at the door snaps Everett out of the trance he'd fallen in.

He hurriedly scoots away from Knox, his cheeks beet red.

"Wait here." Knox answers the door with a frustrated grumble, finding Cole standing on the other side with the key to his bike.

He takes it and slips it into his pocket.

"Pres said he needs you at the meeting. Finn basically... well, you'll find out when you get there."

Cole glances past Knox and into the room, spotting Everett curled up in a ball on the floor near the dresser.

"Want me to watch him while you're gone?" "Yeah. If you touch him or let him escape, just know the next conversation we have will be between you and my fists."

Knox brushes past him and heads downstairs to the basement where all club meetings are held.

He's immediately hit with the strong smells of cigarettes and liquor upon entering the large room.

Men of various sizes sit at the long rectangular table, all of them wearing denim, leather and their cuts.

Knox greets his brothers with a head nod before taking his seat at the table, The Fallen Angels emblem carved deep into its center.

"You were right about the USB being encrypted. I have Mason working on it now," Gavin tells Knox.

"Great. What else did I miss?" Knox asks.

"Two brothers are still getting checked out by the Doc. One got grazed on the hip and the other took a bullet to the shoulder. They're going to be okay."

"And Rex?"

"His body just arrived at the funeral home. We'll hold a private service for him tomorrow afternoon."

West & Sons Funeral Home is one of the many businesses the club owns and uses to wash its illegal money.

The built-in crematorium allows for easy disposal of their enemy's bodies, along with their fallen brothers whose deaths require discreet handling so as to not draw any attention from the authorities.

It's been years since a member died, so tonight weighs heavily on everyone's shoulders.

"Last bit to get you caught up on," Gavin continues. "Thanks to your idiotic boy down there, we're officially going to war with The Jackals. It was bound to happen eventually. Still, I'll need every man available to help defend this town, our territory, so you'll need to get your hands bloody again. It's time to pull The Beast out of retirement."

A violent ripple of dread mixed with a hint of excitement courses through Knox's veins.

His hands ball into tight fists as he swiftly pushes back against the dark thoughts attempting to flood his mind.

"Hold the fuck on. What do you mean we're going to war?" Knox asks, sitting up straighter in his seat. "Was the Jackal Finn killed that important?"

"The Jackal Finn killed was the bastard son of Russell Baxter, the President of The Jackals," Gavin deadpans. "Once he finds out Shaun has been murderer and then by who, all hell will break loose."

Knox shakes his head, confused.

"I don't understand. I thought Jordan was the name of Russell's kid and he's supposed to be off at college or some shit. Where the fuck did Shaun come from?" "

Another state," Alvin, the VP, speaks. "A few months ago, I caught wind that Russell was paying special attention to a new prospect, buying him expensive cars and bikes and shit. I became curious and started digging. Long story short, I fucked the truth out of one of their patch whores."

Knox snorts, as do a few others in the room.

"Of course you did."

"Hey, I did for the club," Alvin adds, laughing and shrugging. "Anyway, I asked her about the new prospect and she told me about a conversation they had after doing some heavy drinking one night. Shaun has... er, had... some very loose lips, apparently."

"What did he tell her?" Knox asks.

"He let it slip that his mother had recently come clean about his father's death," Alvin says. "He's actually alive, and his name is Russell Baxter. She didn't want Shaun to get sucked into Russell's world of violence, so when she found out she was pregnant, she left him and ran. Created a whole new identity just to keep Russell from finding her."

"Shit. That's rough."

"Yeah, Shaun didn't take the news well. He flipped out and came here to do the one thing his mother tried to prevent, him building a relationship with his father. After a DNA test confirmed they're indeed father and son, Russell was quick to patch Shaun in and make him a Jackal since he failed at converting his other kid. Rumor has it he's looking to retire soon."

"Russell was clearly grooming Shaun to take over the club," Gavin adds. "I don't know what kind of code those men follow, but I suspect he was going to demote his current VP, Ghost, and give that title to Shaun since he's blood."

"But now he can't because Shaun is dead," Knox mutters, glaring at Finn. "Thanks to you."

"Right. Shaun has only been around for a few months. No one knows why Russell kept their true relationship a secret. I'm not sure if he ever plans on telling his men the truth or if he expects them to not ask questions and go to war over a guy they barely knew," Gavin says.

"Fact of the matter is that he lost a kid tonight. When he finds out we're responsible, and something tells me that he will because I had a guy circle back to the club and the security footage is nowhere to be found, he won't stop coming for us until we're all dead."

[sparklecryptid]

Woke up, wrote an ask, had tumblr crash before I could send it, and thus will send it again. (I'm so glad I took a screenshot so I'd remember what I wrote. So, so glad)

What would happen if Ace and Ardyn appeared in Dissidia? (With the rest of the cast staying the same.)

Would Ace be with his Father or his cousin/brother? (Chaos or Materia?)

Would they be revealed as the Accursed and the biological son of King Regis, or as the Accursed and his son, or as a different line of LCs? (I personally prefer the second, but all of them could be interesting)

My mind wants to disguise them (keeping the identities as the barkeep and the Chancellor secret), so it keeps on imagining Ardyn in a fancy getup (based on the outfit he wore when he used to heal), and Ace in something similar (but with no hood, in different colours and in a galahdian style. His hair is also braided and he wears a kind of face covering so nobody can see his face).

-snippet I wrote in 5 min-

-and then I got stuck-

Ardyn warps away, leaving Noctis to panic about everything he just learnt.

(@secret-engima was the one who came up with Crystal-o-vision (that right?), and I thought that would be fun here. The Citadel panicking about this, looking up history to prove/disprove what Ardyn said and finding a suspicious amount of Nothing, as if something or someone was erased. And Nyx et al recognising Ace and Ardyn and having discreet breakdowns. Because Ace is royalty, Ardyn is royalty, Nyx is royalty, Holy Shit!)

I have actually done this before! I simply cannot find it uwu

However; for the sake of fun, let us do this again.

They meet the Accursed first, a man in white with a hood covering his face. A man that steps in to protect Noctis when one of the other villains get too close.

“Now, now,” the man chides, “I’d rather you not harm one of my nephews.”

Noctis freezes for a second at those words, there can’t be another Lucis Caelum around but the man in front of him - despite the bored aura he’s giving off - has the armiger spinning lazily around them offering enough proof to dissuade Noctis of the idea that he and his father were the only Lucis Caelums left.

“What the hell,” Noctis says and the man turns to face him with a crooked grin.

“Come,” the man drawls, “Is that any way to greet your dear old Uncle? Somnus may have struck me from the history books but I thought that Regis at least would teach one of his sons manners.”

A clash of thunder and the others on Chaos’ side begin to retreat, the hooded man in white going with them.

-

Noctis stares.

The man with dark skin and dark curly hair looks decidedly unimpressed. He’s wearing something similar to the hooded mans but while the hooded mans outfit was white this man is dressed in black and gold.

Finally the man rolls his eyes.

“Figures he’d show up before I did,” the man looks like he wants to run his hand through his hair but decides not to at the last minute due to the prospect of accidentally tugging on knots. “Asshole.”

“You know the man that helped Noctis?” Lightning asks her arms crossed over her chest as she looks at the other man with a critical gaze.

The man shrugs.

“Yeah,” he says, “He’s my dad.”

-

The Citadel is in chaos.

-

(Later, when they’re all lounging around and Noctis has figured out who Ace is Noctis asks a question.

“Why not tell me?” Noctis asks.

Ace looks amused in a sad way.

“Why not tell you that I’m your brother? That the man I claim as father is our uncle?” Noctis nods, Ace continues. “Because there was no reason to. Your father is not mine. I do not know him, I will never know him. On the other hand Ardyn has all but raised me. He is my father in all ways that matter.”

“ARDYN?”

“Oops.” Ace’s gaze is full of mischief. “Did you not know who he is?”

[skellebonez]

So apparently in JTTW, Baije kept trying to get the monk to say the thing that would activate the torture headband? According to a post I just saw anyway. So I'd like to prompt something where Monkie Kid era Monkey King and Pigsy are arguing, and Monkey King brings that up, because it's kind of /messed up/. Preferably with prompts 25 or 47 because those seem vaguely fluffy and I don't want it to end /sad/ plz?

There are multiple times in the book (though it happened more often early on) where Zhu Bajie took full advantage of how much Tripitaka trusted him and made Wukong’s day miserable because of it, he isn’t the middle brother for nothing! The two have a better relationship as the book goes on, but as an eldest sibling I can tell you... even if you're on good terms later, sometimes you still remember the ways they used to mess with you... also I went overboard. Very overboard. This is really long.

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!"/ “Tell me what you want me to do."

Things had been going so well... at least as well as could be expected given they had only really seen each other twice after 500 years of Sun Wukong vanishing.

Their first meeting, their initial reunion, wasn't so much a meeting and more "hey I'm here to help MK fight because things are actually really bad and I totally don't already know who two of you are" and then lots of saving the world without the time to talk to or call out his once elder brother before he ran off. Their second meeting was not long after, Wukong coming to check up on MK at the shop and "oh yeah uh I kinda know your boss Bud". Which. Nice job revealing his secret Wukong.

That was a very interesting conversation, explaining to MK that he was indeed The Zhu Bajie from the stories and yes Tang knew and no only Tang knew and no he did not want to talk about why this was kept secret. Then it devolved into MK insisting the two of them needed to hang out together and then questions about Sandy and then how it was so cool that his dad was friends with his mentor. The at first befuddled and then completely shocked expression on Wukong's face as he finally put two and two together made agreeing to MK's insistence so much easier.

Easier than being pogo'd to Flower Fruit Mountain and then being stuck there as MK ran off to do "hero stuff" with Mei, anyway. At first it was awkward, being shown around the mountain by a man who he had spent years of his life with and was clearly trying to not look uncomfortable at the time lost between them.

Then the monkeys attacked. Well. Less attacked, more jumped on Pigsy in sheer excitement. It only took a few seconds for Wukong to cackle and pull them off him with the care of a roughhouseing father. Some of them were just little ones barely new to the world (he didn't miss how much more careful Wukong was with them), but Pigsy recognized a few of the elder ones from the time he had come here to bring Wukong back after the... WBS and Wood Wolf... event.

He also didn't expect any of them to actually remember him or to see Wukong acting so positively parental in comparison to how he acted the last time he was here. It was strange, he knew the Monkey King could be caring and that he had changed on their journey and must have become different over their time apart, but this was a side he had never truely thought he would see from him ever before. And he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at that.

It was like a tension line was finally let slack. They didn't simply slide back into banter, but they were much more relaxed. Wukong pointed out where he had been training MK, showed him to where his house stood (Pigsy wondered if he ever tried to rebuild the palace that had burnt down long before he visited all those years ago, but did not dare to bring that up either). The house was much more modern than he had expected, even having full internet access and TV and a kitchen.

He would never tell anyone about the passionate 1 hour conversation they had about cooking when he realized Wukong picked it up as a hobby. No one will ever know their debate/rant on how to properly prepare dough for steaming and how so many people do it wrong.

At some point they ate a lunch Wukong had prepared, much better than Pigsy expected, and that's probably when it went downhill.

He'd made an offhanded joke about people who use too much seasoning. Wukong joked back, asking if his underseasoned cooking was up to Pigsy's standards. Pigsy had shoved the monkey on old reflex, not hard and not nearly enough to move him, saying if he wanted him to compliment his cooking he could have just asked like a good big brother.

That had started a friendly wrestling match, not unlike ones they had had before and that drew a crowed of monkeys excited to watch. That wrestling match turned more violent before Pigsy had realized it and somehow, some way, they started actually fighting. He yelled about how Wukong had no right to just make MK his sucessor. Wukong yelled about how he chose MK because he was the most qualified and capable person he found. Pigsy shot back that he barely knew him before training him and if he had even bothered to try knowing him he would have known he was Pigsy's kid and he was a shitty mentor. Wukong screamed at that, scaring off most of their audience with the volume, picking Pigsy up off the ground entirely with his arms pinned down.

"You take that back right now, Bajie!" Wukong hissed out in a dangerous tone, one Pigsy didn't give a single damn about heeding in his anger.

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me...!" Pigsy fought against Wukong's hold, scrambling for any kind of purchase he could get with his feet dangling off the ground.

"Or what, Bajie? What!? Are you going to find another fillet and tell MK the sutra for it this time!? Are you going to make him not trust me like you did Tripitaka!? ARE YOU!?"

The words made Pigsy stop, but it was Wukong's tone that made him try to turn back to look at him. He'd sounded angry before but now he sounded... genuinely upset. Not angry upset. Sad upset. "I wouldn't do that."

"You did before." Damn it. He really was sad upset...

"Yeah... Yeah, I did." Pigsy admitted with only slight hesitation as he looked at the ground beneath him. "I'm sorry. About how I acted back then. I made everything harder than needed. I made Master hurt you and you didn't deserve it. More often than I'd like to admit..." There was a beat of silence before he decided to take a chace with a question that would probably upset Wukong more. But he had to ask. "How... how painful was it?"

The two of them didn't move for a while, Pigsy just hanging limply until Wukong slowly leaned down and set his feet back on ground. His grip losened slighly, but he didn't let Pigsy go as he rested his forehead against the back of Pigsy's head with a sigh. "Very. Very painful. It... the way it... Bajie, I don't want to-"

"You don't have to," Pigsy interrupted, raising one of his arms now that he could move to grab and squeeze his wrist. "If 'very' is all you want to say, I get it. I'm sorry."

"You already said that."

"And I'll say it again because I mean it." Pigsy pulled away, Wukong’s grip weakened enough for him to without even the smallest fight, and turned around to face him.

He reached up, Wukong giving him an odd confused look as he placed his hands over and around his forehead. Realization dawned quickly and he tensed as Pigsy felt the almost imperceptible scars hidden under his well groomed fur. For the band to have been impactful enough to leave marks at all, let alone after all this time... some didn't feel like cuts or stretches, more like burns almost.

"I'm sorry too," Wukong said suddenly. "For being an ass. I wasn't exactly the greatest travel companion myself at times. And for... for disappearing."

"I already forgave ya for the stuff on the journey long ago," Pigsy said as he pulled his hands back and crossed his arms. "Couldn't sit right with myself if I held a grudge for what you did after the shit I pulled. But I appreciate the apology for up and vanishing. And uh, I'm sorry for calling you a shitty mentor."

"You better be!" Wukong chuckled, standing up straight with an awkward crooked smile. "But, you know, I could stand to be a better teacher. You weren't wrong when I said I don’t know enough about MK."

"I could tell you a few things," Pigsy offered. "Nothing personal, just like how we met and what his job is like. To make up for the. Everything."

"Hmn..." Wukong made a point to rub his chin in thought, clearly about to do something Pigsy wondered if they would both regret. "On one condition."

"Tell me what you want me to do," Pigsy sighed out, fully resigned for whatever the Monkey King was going to ask.

"Cook me dinner."

... that... was not what he expected at all. "That's it?"

"That's it!"

That wasn't near enough to make up for anything in Pigsy's mind... but if that’s what Wukong wanted he supposed that was a start.

[itsclydebitches]

I got witcher!Ciri too! I kind wonder wha would happen if she died tho, dont wanna put geralt or her through that but I love angst lmfaoo. The game got really confusing at point cause I you have to learn a bunch of politics and how this world works and I didnt pay that much attention so I'm sure I'll get those moments in my second playthrough too I'm playing something in the hearts of stone thnig, it was lower level so I'm assuming you should play that first? a main quest with the asshole ghost in the wedding and wow I fucking hate it, it's so umcomfortable to watch geralt be this gross n weird lol, I'm not too familar when Shani either so watching her get mad when I get geralt to say he wouldnt do what the ghost is doing is so annoying lol, OH AND the ghost is a creepy fuck! shani babe you can do much much better than an asshole who talks about his dick and fucking "maidens" every other sentence!! Geralt really does get thrown into so much shit huh I'm tempted to read the books cause I do rly like the world and most- some characters but yeah reading about yen being yen wold be one of the things to stop me, what are some of the plot points that put you off? if you don't mind sharing And yeah I'd so be up for more content esp with ciri, would be cool to see them work together, even with how combat works in this game with npcs lmao

Woo witcher Ciri ending! :D If you enjoy putting yourself through pain I recommend looking up that other ending on YouTube because there are definitely some nice angst shots in the cut scenes. I watched and then promptly went, “I don’t need to play that for myself” lol. But yeah, hard agree on things getting confusing, especially towards the end. I completely missed stuff like the fact that my actions would actually impact this war, rather than the war simply being backdrop, or that Ciri’s powers were more than just the ability to teleport short distances. So by the time I was getting called on to murder kings and Avallach was taking us to totally different worlds, I had a very John Mulaney approach of, “This might as well happen. Things are already so goddamn weird.” Which, you know, really isn't the game's fault. It's what I get for jumping into the third game first and while I don't regret that at all, the story has absolutely deserved a second playthrough where I actually understand all the basic stuff I should have known going in.

Yeah, Hearts of Stone comes first. You can do any of the side quests you’d like from either DLC, but I’d recommend keeping Blood & Wine’s main storyline for the final push. But yeah, that ghost dude is, uh… something. I quite like the wedding on the whole—I really enjoy Shani, dancing is fun, O’Dimm is being a wonderfully evil dude—but yeah, dead dude is definitely a creep. Which is partly one of the things that turned me off from the books. It has the same ‘Guy trying to write women’ energy of the games but… worse. I’ve read a lot of excerpts over the years and so many of them turn me off. There are a ton of small things, like Triss importantly informing the witchers (who are all like 100+ years old??) about periods and that Ciri can’t train today because of hers (a moment that much of the fandom celebrates as... progressive?), or Triss and Yen getting super catty with one another over Geralt, to much bigger things like Ciri nearly getting raped/being involved in intimate acts with really questionable consent. A lot of the Witcher has a “This didn’t age well” vibe to it which, to be fair, isn’t entirely the fault of the author. The story is the product of 90’s Polish culture and, again, a man trying to write some pretty complex subjects from an arguably ignorant place, which makes much of the work eye-rolling for me at best, outright uncomfortable at worst. (Which I think is why I enjoy the games far more. I have agency in this questionable world, the ability to tailor it somewhat to my own beliefs and desires, which makes moments when that's taken away, like Geralt automatically commenting on how good Yen looks at a funeral, all the more frustrating). I obviously am not a Geralt/Yen fan, which sours a great deal of the plot. From what I got through the pacing felt like a slog and, more importantly, much seems to have been lost in the translation from Polish to English. (I continually hear about how amazing the dialogue is, but sadly that hasn’t come across in translation for me. Much of it is... awkward.) The parts I’ve heard about/read excerpts of that I’m most interested in—Geralt’s hanza—ends tragically and I’m… just not here for that right now. Which isn’t to say it’s badly written or anything, just that it’s not my personal cup of tea, especially nowadays with a pandemic and what all going on lol. I look at what I know of the series as a whole and go, “Do I really want to read five books filled with outdated representation for women, that old-school fantasy violence that turned me off GoT, with a super depressing ending, all wrapped up in an iffy translation and a style I don’t think does well in long-form storytelling? … Not really.”

Still loved most of the short stories and I’ve heard that many people liked the audio book versions when they couldn't get into the text, so I might give that a go someday. I’d prefer to actually have read all the source material for a fandom I’m spending so much time in, but I sadly just haven't had the urge yet. If you do read them, anon, you’ll have to tell me what you think. It’s becoming quite the divisive topic, especially as Netflix fans turn to the books, and—putting aside that everyone’s tastes will always differ—it’s interesting to hear not just whether someone had fallen in love with the books or not, but if they haven’t what about them prevented that. It's very much a case of one person's "That was awful" being another's "Are you kidding me? That's the best part!"

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

I like Jon but I love Dany a thousand times more and once in a while I'd be like 'Fuck Jon Snow' but then I try to be rational & I calm myself down that Season 8 Jon was an imposter & the real Jon doesn't deserve my hatred,only hugs. I have been following you for quite some time and I know how much you appreciate and love Dany and you can defend and love Jon too.It doesn't make you any less Dany stan just like me irrationally raging towards Jon sometimes doesn't mean he isn't one of my fav.

Thank you, anon. I think it's safe to say by now that people who actually know me or follow me understand that I do love Daenerys.

I have historically said that I have a slight Jon preference. Why? Because we tend to like characters that we can see ourselves reflected in. I'm a depressed mopey fuck that struggles with self-confidence and communication skills, I have a dark sense of humor and I always wear black/hoodies even in the summer, I have unruly curly hair, and an unhealthy obsession with the Night King/the Others 🤣 So yeah, I could see myself in him despite his gender (and general badassery).

Daenerys? In fact, she was the reason I started watching the show at all. I had no interest until a pair of friends were sitting on my couch gushing about 'Khaleesi' and I had to know what all the fuss was about. And holy shit, they were right. I've loved her pretty damned equally since season one - right alongside characters like Davos, Arya, Brienne. I never felt like my love for any character was compromised by an appreciation for another. You bet your ass I cheered every time Daenerys dispatched an evil man and I'd do it all over again.

When season seven came along? I WAS Jon Snow. Going into the season? I just wanted everyone to shut the fuck up and address the Night King... but most of all? I was utterly entranced with Daenerys. More than ever before, which is truly saying something. Part of it was finally seeing her make it to Dragonstone (I bawled), but every time she was on the damned screen I was like SEVEN HELLS this woman is a FORCE! (Which is why I have a hard time dismissing season seven because, despite subpar writing, Dany's depiction was spot on - compassionate, reasonable, level-headed, selfless, powerful, just, etc, etc.) It's almost like because I related to Jon Snow so much, I got to fall in love with Daenerys all over again in an all-new way. Jon really brought out that vulnerability and tenderness in her character and just, dammit. It was beautiful!

Now, I saw an opportunity to address several previous figureheads in the Jonerys fandom because I witnessed them, for years and years, pouring their personal time and creativity into these characters. So why do I care?

Because I know what it's like to have characters drop anchors so heavy in your heart that the sheer weight of them makes them almost impossible to recover. If a mega-fan can dismiss Dany's season eight canon, then it might be worth dismissing Jon's because Dany and Jon's creator, George R.R. Martin has provided us with several ambiguous remarks that hint that the ending of the books might be different, and the more people spend taking season eight seriously and accepting these bastardized versions of his characters, the further they distance themselves from being able to enjoy George's work and intended ending.

This is why I bothered defending Jon at all. Me aside, why do any of us write metas or engage in discussion at all if not to provide different perspectives? Should I have bothered? Clearly the fuck not. But guess what, I’m not Bran Stark so I can’t change the past. 🤣

While people focus so hard on how badly Daenerys was ruined, they fail to see all the ways in which every character was compromised in order to lead us to the 'Mad Dany' shock ending, just because the other characters weren't ruined enough for them.

Believe it or not, part of defending Daenerys is defending other characters! Prior to my 'cancelation', I was actually planning to write a meta on why I don't think the Stark children will suddenly become xenophobic in future books. Right now they're all on paths that only reinforce their empathy as they interact with different cultures and classes (or in Bran's case, different species) - many of which have a stigma that these kids are learning is unjustified.

It’s very easy to be like 'Fuck the Starks!' but it could also help Dany's case by being like wait... is it even in-character for these kids to be ungrateful and xenophobic? Or was that just a convenient plot device used by the writers to help alienate and gaslight Daenerys into madness? 🤔

Wait... *squints at your original ask* Just how far off course did I go in this rant? lmao. I dunno anon, it’s been a long day. Either way, thanks for the ask. ♥

[peaceisadirtyword]

Vikings Rewritten {Prologue}

A/N: Hello! Okay first of all: this does not have a title because I don’t know what title to use :( I suck at this. So until I decide for a title (I accept ideas thank you😂) I will call it Vikings Rewritten because I'm the most original person in the whole world. 

Second: This is a prologue, though it’s too long to be a prologue. I said I'd “rewrite” the series on my own way since season 5A but I wrote this (which is technically episode 20 from season 4B) as a prologue to introduce the reader (who was going to be an OC but I didn’t know what you preferred so... If you prefer I use my own OC I can change it!) and it probably is a bit boring... Just wanted to know if you liked the idea... If you decide this is the biggest shit you’ve ever read I won’t post it! But if you decide you love it I would be more than happy to share this with you!♥️ 

Third: I am following the original storyline here, the major changes will come later (I still don’t know what changes I will do but if you think there is something in the show that shouldn't be that way please message me! I will say more about this at the end because I don’t want to spoil you anything. Though y’all know what happens. 

I don’t own any of the characters or the original plots and storylines, only the ones I created and the reader (though I don’t own the reader because that’s you and you’re free and belong to no one💖).

Warnings: Drama, a character’s death, Ivar’s anger issues, a bit of angst maybe. Some parts with a bit of fluff. It can be really bad written.

Words: 2915 too long to be a prologue I'm not good at this. 

gif belongs to @jorindelle 💕

"Ivar, I understand you are angry, I know you want to avenge your father more than anything, but you have to be rational, listen to..."

"I already listened to them, Eyra, and I don't agree, we should kill Ecbert"

"Yes, but first listen to him"

"They are too soft" he scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

"They are your brothers, and you should consider their opinion"

He was sitting on one of the empty rooms she had found, after he came looking for her. 

Eyra hadn't wanted to be on the same room with the brothers while they discussed Ecbert's fate, as she already knew how it would end. 

Instead, she went to explore the place. She managed to save some books and some drawings from the fire, and hid them on a room to look at them more closely. 

But Ivar's displeasure with his brothers' wishes prevented her from doing so. 

"What do you think we should do?"  he asked, shrugging with a scowl on his face. He obviously thought everyone was mistaken but him. 

"I agree we should kill him" Eyra answered softly while touching one of the drawings "But you should listen to the offer he had for us, if he gives us land to settle here it can be really good for our people"

He scoffed. He had hoped at least she would be on his side. 

"I don't want to stay here forever, Eyra"

"Neither do I, but there's people who do want to stay..."

Ivar rolled his eyes, but she wasn't on the mood to argue with him. 

Those last days had been hard... After the Great Heathen Army defeated the saxons, killed Aelle and took king Ecbert captive it seemed like the revenge for Ragnar's death was almost finished. 

And then Helga died. She had been like Eyra’s mother. She alongside Floki was the one who raised her, as if she was her own child. 

She didn't deserve that death, she deserved to live more than anyone, to enjoy life and to be happy. 

But the Gods took her, breaking Eyra’s heart. She had helped Floki to bury her, and mourned her death for days.

She had to move on though, there were other problems and decisions to make. And the Ragnarssons counted on her. 

"I want to blood eagle Ecbert" Ivar bit his lip, his eyes darkening as he caressed the sharp edge of his dagger with his finger "To make him pay for giving my father away to be killed"

Eyra pressed her lips together. She agreed, Ecbert did deserve it, but...

"Ivar you could hurt yourself while doing it, you couldn't stand up..."

"I'm not a child, Eyra" he scoffed "Stop babying me, I'm not fragile"

"You're right, sorry" you sighed. Years and years worrying about him and she often forgot he had more strength than most of the vikings in all Scandinavia. And not only physical "I shouldn't have said that... Forgive me"

His expression softened, and he shook his head. 

"It's okay, there's nothing to forgive" 

Eyra got up from the chair she had been sitting on while looking at the drawings she had found, walking over to him. 

Ivar welcomed her by leaving his dagger on the floor and letting her sit on his lap. His strong arms hugged her waist and she let herself relax while closing her eyes and leaning her head into his shoulder.

"You should tell your opinion to your brothers, Ivar, with respect and listening to their point of view too..." she could almost see him rolling his eyes again "I'm sure they'll consider your idea while taking a decision"

Of course there was a feast. The vikings had to throw a feast to celebrate everything, to the point Eyra started thinking they'd only go to war to have something to celebrate later. 

It was almost as the ones in Kattegat; loud, full of food and music, some fights and a lot of drinking. Sigurd was playing his oud, Ivar was mocking everything Björn said, Ubbe was ignoring everyone and Hvitserk was eating as much food as he could. If only Helga was there too... She could say she was happy though. 

Ecbert was dead; he killed himself after giving the lands of East Anglia to the Ragnarssons. Ivar wasn't really happy with that ending, but at least Ragnar was avenged. 

Everything seemed to be going so well that she should have known. She should have known it was the beginning of a nightmare that would last for her entire life. 

The Ragnarssons were her family. Eyra grew up with them, as if she was their little sister. Björn played with her when she was a child, she shared toys Floki made for you with Sigurd and Ivar, who were the closest in age to her, Ubbe was her first crush when she were eight and Hvitserk got angry every time someone made her cry. 

And then some day, Ragnar came back to Kattegat, and she was angry at him. He left a wife and four kids and just disappeared. They needed him, they needed their father but he just abandoned them. Eyra even yelled at him once, called him coward and told him he didn't deserve his family. He had only smiled at the brave girl, with his eyes full of admiration, then he hugged her and told her how happy he was to see his sons had such a fierce and loyal friend by their side. 

Surprisingly, Eyra cried a bit when she heard of his death. 

Somehow, he managed to convince Ivar to go with him to England, and she couldn't remember any time when she had panicked as much as when Aslaug came to her home, crying desperately, asking for help to convince Ivar to stay. 

He'll die, Eyra, I've seen it.

She thought he would listen to her. She was special to him, his best friend and the only one who could calm him down. 

He didn't listen. He never did. But maybe it was a good thing, as when saying goodbye to him, in the middle of the boat full of people, with his family looking at her, she found the courage to kiss him for the first time. And then hugged him tightly, begging him to come back alive and to be safe. 

He did came back, and when she saw him again, realizing he was alive... Eyra kissed him again so hard she almost made him fell to the fire. Ubbe laughed for hours because of that. 

Aslaug was dead, Lagertha killed her and called herself queen of Kattegat. Ivar was angry, sad and frustrated. And she became his main support then; she taught him to be patient and to love someone, she inspired him in so many ways... He learnt a lot of things thanks to her, including the fact that he could definitely pleasure a woman, in more than one way. 

But of course with the love came the jealousy, the possessiveness and the fights. Both of them were stubborn and whenever the two of them fought even Björn would leave the room.

Nevertheless, she was always there for him, and he was always there for her, and honestly that was all they needed. 

Loving all the brothers as her own family made the fights unbearable to Eyra, though. 

Everything was going too well, she thought, sighing and looking away from Ivar and Björn. 

Björn wanted to go to the Mediterranean again, but Ivar didn't want to stay in England farming. He was in the mood to argue with someone as he turned to look at the rest of the army, who were feasting and cheering.

"Who can stand in our way now?" Ivar screamed, and they cheered again. 

She bit her lip, looking at him. Ubbe frowned next to her, looking at his little brother. 

"You cannot lead the army, Ivar"

"I don't want to, Ubbe" he used that condescending tone "All I'm saying is that, for those who are still brave enough to raid and find adventure then, I will lead them... You can put on an apron and settle down if you want to... And Eyra agrees with me"

You sighed, looking away.

"Everyone should be free of choosing what they want to do, Ivar, don't mock someone for wanting a quiet and peaceful life" she glared at him.

"I'm not mocking anyone!" He widened his eyes, raising his hands and shrugging "I just know that is not the viking way"

"But it will take a great man, Ivar" Hvitserk intervened "To stake a claim in here, to defend it"

Eyra nodded, agreeing with him, but Ivar ignored her. 

"Ah, that does not sound like yourself, dear brother, the Hvitserk I know loves to raid, he's a real viking... What you just said, and what Eyra and Ubbe are saying is not the viking way"

"Your father was a farmer before being king, Ivar, don't forget that" she raised her eyebrow. 

He looked at his lover, pressing his lips together, but didn't argue with her, turning around to look at the crowd again. 

"So, who among you will follow me? Who will follow me into battle? For the love of fame and for the love of Odin, our All Father?" he screamed, smirking in victory when they cheered again. 

Eyra was aware of the looks Sigurd had given to Ivar during his speech, and during the conversation with his brothers. She knew what was going to happen. 

Everyone was used to their fights, but she couldn't help but tense up every time they started. Ivar almost did it once. 

"We are the sons of Ragnar, we have to stick together" 

Ivar smirked, and you knew it was on. 

"Frankly, dear Sigurd, I don't care what you say" he tilted his head, and ignored the kick Eyra gave him on his leg and her glare "The truth is, I wouldn't even piss down your throat even if your lungs were on fire" he mocked while emptying the content of his cup on the floor. She gasped and frowned when some people laughed. 

"Ivar" she hissed "Don't say that"

"Is the truth, Eyra" Ivar smirked "I couldn't care less for what he says"

"He is your brother" the girl narrowed your eyes. 

She could be in love with Ivar, but Sigurd was like a brother to her, and she hated to see them fight. 

"Well maybe that's because you're not really a man, are you, Boneless?" Sigurd replied, and she widened her eyes looking at him, feeling Ivar tense up next to her "You wouldn't make Eyra lie about it and she wouldn't have to find other men who can actually pleasure her if you were"

"Sigurd!" She screamed, her cheeks turning red in rage "Leave me out of this and don't spread lies about me!" She wanted to kill them both at that exact moment. Luckily her self-control was better than Ivar's "And please learn how to behave like brothers, both of you!"

Ivar was angry, it almost scared her when she saw that look. 

"So" Björn decided to ignore them and talked to the rest of the men, who were looking at the brothers in amusement "Who's going to stay here and farm?"

Harald Finehair raised from his seat then, smiling to Björn.

"I would like to stay, but I have other plans" he raised his cup "Skål" 

"Skål" everyone answered, and Eyra took a sip of her drink, to try and calm down with her heart beating faster and faster. 

His brother Halfdan stood up to, revealing his wish of sailing with Björn to the Mediterranean. That seemed to relieve the eldest of the Ragnarssons, who took it as an excuse to leave the main table and join his new travel companion to hug him.

"Then it seems that the only thing that really kept the sons of Ragnar together was the death of their father"

"Poor Björn, it is you who doesn't want to keep the army together, it is you who want to go away to sunny places!" Ivar snapped, and she jumped, startled "Everyone else can follow me"

"Ivar" she said softly. She just wanted him to calm down, to relax...

But Sigurd wanted to keep pushing, and Eyra didn't have enough strength to stop the fight then. 

"I don't want to follow you Ivar. You are crazy, you have the mind of a child!" 

"And all you do is play music, Sigurd"

"Ubbe please" she begged, whispering "Please make them stop"

"They won't listen, Eyra" he squeezed her hand to calm her down "It's fine, calm down"

Calm down? How could she calm down? She could feel the anger coming out of Ivar's body. She could see it in the way he frowned, in how he clenched his jaw and his hands gripped the arms of the chair painfully tight .

"I'm just as much a son of Ragnar as you are" Sigurd shrugged, unbothered by Ivar's remark. 

"I'm not so sure. As far as I remember Ragnar didn't play the oud... And he certainly didn't offer his arse to other men!"

"Ivar!" This time she jumped, knowing neither Ubbe or Hvitserk would do anything to stop them "Please, stop, you're brothers, don't do this"

"I can't believe you're with him, Eyra" Sigurd glared at you "He doesn't deserve you, he will get tired of you and then toss you aside like a toy, and you know that but still stay with him"

"Sigurd, please, don't do this... You're angering him, and both of you are saying nonsense because you've drank..."

"It's not nonsense, Eyra, and don't get involved, this does not concern you" Ivar glared at her, clenching his jaw. She was used to his rage, his bad mood and his yelling. But there was something different on his eyes. 

"You make me laugh!" Sigurd mocked him, and Eyra closed her eyes, shaking her head. Next to her, Ubbe grabbed her arm softly, ready to shove Eyra away from the table in case the argument escalated "Just like you do when you crawl around like a baby"

"Sigurd, please don't say that" she wanted to cry then. They wouldn't listen to her, they could kill each other right there and no one could do nothing. Only watch how her own family fought, how they tried to humiliate each other in front of a whole army. 

"It must be frustrating to be with a man who only crawls around and who cannot pleasure you either, Eyra" Sigurd was now smirking. 

She wanted to scream in that moment, to say that Ivar could in fact pleasure her, in many ways, she wanted to hit both of them too, to make them see they were fighting their own blood... 

"Shut your mouth!" Ivar yelled, and Eyra had never ever heard that tone on his voice. He hit the table too, and it made her jump. 

"Enough!" Björn interrupted, with an annoyed voice "Listen to Eyra, she's the only rational person over there now" 

"This has nothing to do with you!" Ivar yelled again. And he hit the table again. She didn't dare to even touch him, giving him some space so he could calm down. 

"What's the matter, Ivar? You can't take it?" Sigurd kept pushing him. Surely he had to see his brother's rage, he could see he was losing control.

"Ubbe please" she muttered, her voice broken in panic.

"Ivar" Ubbe spoke softly to his little brother, smiling "Do not listen to him"

"Ivar look at me" she tried to do what she always did, to calm him down, to help him "Come on, don't listen, okay, just look at me"

Ivar did look at her, and he seemed to soften a bit before Sigurd decided to speak again.

"No, I guess it must be hard for you now that your mommy is dead, knowing she's the only one who ever really loved you" 

That was it. 

Everyone saw it in a slow motion. Eyra saw Ivar losing control completely. She saw his hand, reaching for the axe he kept next to his seat. 

Ubbe saw it too.

"Ivar" he warned. Eyra stood up then, ready to take that axe from his hand. He wouldn't throw it, would he? No, he was his brother... "Ivar..." Ubbe's tone became urgent, and he shoved the girl away from the table when he understood what she was going to do. When he saw it coming and knew she couldn't stop it "Ivar!" 

A scream. And then there was silence. Everyone looked at Sigurd as the axe hit him, as he looked at Ivar with hatred on his eyes and took the axe out of his body. Gripping the handle and walking over to Ivar. 

"No" she muttered, not really knowing what she was doing as she tried to reach Ivar. She really was willing to cover Ivar when his brother intended to bury that axe on his head. 

For most of the people watching she must look like a crazy woman. 

But Sigurd didn't touch Ivar. He collapsed onto the floor, and then Eyra realized what had happened. 

She couldn't remember much. Just crying hugging Sigurd's body, looking at Ivar's shocked and confused face. 

Her family started to break apart then. 

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As I was saying: this is practically the original storyline; I wanted to keep Sigurd alive, but I needed to change his relationship with Ivar and that was a bit more difficult... I would love to keep Sigurd, but I couldn't 💔 I made the reader mourn him though(?).

Also with this I’m not implying I can write a better series than the actual writers of the series, not at all please... I just felt like changing the story on my own way and sharing it with all of you😘 

Oh! this started as Ivar/Reader but it’s not necessarily just that! This can change during the story!☺️

I hope you like it, thank you for reading!💕

[neurotiddies]

Taken from Cameron Morris, @CamWriter on Twitter, an interesting stance on Ganondorf.

“When Zelda fans talk about WW Ganondorf, it's usually re: him being the most sympathetic version of Ganon, or the most sympathetic character in Zelda.

I'ma take a minute to go over why he's the most evil Ganondorf has ever been. Probably the most evil Nintendo character, period.

People love that line—"I coveted that wind, I suppose." He's reflecting while he says it! Shit's got depth, and feeling behind it! He's admitting to his own greed! This is development!

And, yes, it is development. But it's first and foremost a portrait of a liar, like this scene

The Zelda series never goes deep into the lifestyle of the Gerudo, even in BOTW. We see bits and pieces. When WW came out, OoT was all we had

So when he talks about the suffering of his people, how the desert wind killed them, we want to believe. We want him to have a reason.

But it's not true, you know? Immediately and on its face

We never see the Gerudo populace in Ocarina, only a border fort and one of their sacred temples

We do see the effect Ganondorf has on his soldiers, the experiments his lieutenants run on them, though this isn't about that

Assume that what Ganondorf says is true—the Gerudo existed on the verge of extinction and in a state of constant suffering. Assume that what we see in BOTW, a thriving people who are rich in culture and secure in their place in the world, was a later development.

Then what?

Ganondorf ruled Hyrule with absolute power for seven years. No army could stand against him; no martial force was a meaningful threat. His forces were omnipresent. He was effectively omnipotent.

Not one Gerudo lives in the body of Hyrule when Link returns. Not one.

You may be thinking, "But WW Ganondorf is a different character!" It's true that he can't inform our reading of OoT, but WW is so dependent on the events and characters of its predecessor that I think it can't help but be informed by it. This is the same man you defeated in 1998.

The really terrifying thing about Ganondorf in this sequence isn't that he's telling us a lie—it's that he might well believe it. Here? He is real. He looks back on his deeds and says, "I must have had a reason."

And he invents one.

And he believes it.

And we believe him.

He is a man who is rewriting his past, holding up his own people as justification for atrocity because there is no one left to gainsay him. A country shattered, a world ruined, but it was for a cause, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

But the lie doesn't hold up under pressure. There's only so much that Ganondorf can believe about himself. At his heart he is not a sad creature given to melancholy—he still hungers, and that hunger would swallow the world.

Wind Waker is about him nearly satisfying that hunger.

"Give Hyrule to me!"

We might still believe him, even then, mightn't we? That he's simply settling his ancient grudge, righting a layered wrong against his people, against himself, against Hyrule. Who doesn't want Hyrule to come back? Who doesn't want the sea to recede?

But he doesn't get his wish. The world is in his hand, and once more it is pulled away. And something falls from him, then

Maybe he doesn't stop lying to himself, but he certainly stops pretending to be something he's not. Denied, his hunger doesn't recede; it finds a new outlet

Daphnes wishes for hope for Link and Tetra, for the people of Hyrule. He wishes that they have a future free of the shadow of Ganondorf, the Triforce, everything in their blood-soaked history

Here, Daphnes is who Ganondorf pretends: flawed, cruel, but struggling for his people

And Ganondorf is left without the ability to pretend. And Ganondorf no longer sees fit to hide himself.

When looking at the children who will guide the future, who are to be free of him, with the engine of the universe turned against him, he has only one thought: to ruin what part of the world he can still touch.

And it is not rage, or sorrow, or yearning for the return of his people that drives him. He does not covet the wind; he sought the world, and it is not his, and its inheritors cannot either. Why should he be unhappy now? He is free to express himself as he did centuries ago.

So he turns, and shows us his real face. And oh, how he is smiling.

And still—still!—we believe him.

We remember him for his moment of melancholy, instead of the blood he has bathed in. For the lie he told about himself and his people, instead of the truth of the children he would have butchered simply for the cruelty of ruining the world.

We want so badly to believe him, I think, because we want to believe that people aren't simply evil. We'll extend that to anyone, even our sorcerous god-kings.

What a good lie he told. How effective. How monstrous! How real. A lie that actual men like him would tell.

I think about this almost every time I see people who make fanart or fanfic of Ganondorf being a kind, misunderstood person. Or their own good versions of Ganondorf.

I'd like to see that character—the one people believed to be there—one day. This man isn't him.

The Calamity is a natural cataclysm; TP Ganondorf is someone who thinks themselves a god; OoT Ganondorf is a wizard king who seeks the world.

Wind Waker Ganondorf is a man who tells himself he's justified in burning the world, and believes it. What's more evil than that?

In case it's ambiguous: Ganondorf is one of my favorite characters in any game, and Wind Waker is definitely my favorite iteration of him. More believably evil wizards!

Always more believably evil wizards

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