#The forests of Planet of Evil and Face of Evil???

[rassilon-imprimatur]

I get it, but I think the “Doctor Who looks like crap that’s why we love it” mentality towards the special effects and imagery kills me. I get it, but I dunno, it’s always so reductive to the whole swathes of truly impactful imagery and magic tricks throughout the whole show, the classic serials and whatever else, as well as reductive to the budget and production contexts, I dunno. What are we comparing to? Hollywood level budget? Cinematic money? 

[im-poe-dameron]

─── BREATHE ME IN

a/n: so um...i have no idea what this is. i started this when the kenobi series was coming out and sort of dropped it after a month. but here i am, finally finishing it and making it longer than it was supposed to be. did we really expect me not to find darth vader hot? i think he's where my whole loving a masked character came from. honestly this is basically filth with me trying to shove plot in not so subtly. so i hope y'all enjoy!

summary: the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there's a secret he hides even from his own master.

word count: 5.5k+ (because i'm insane)

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, cussing, angst, tenderness which is shocking, thigh riding, choking (obviously), oral (male receiving), a tad bit of face fucking, dom/sub dynamics, rough p in v sex, overstimulation, more hints of anakin than vader.

You’ll never be able to forget the scent of him after that night one month ago. It was branded in your mind, forever a part of you as he bent you to his will—made you his without even saying a single word. You should have fought him on it; made him see that you weren’t ready to relinquish the power you once held, but you knew the man beneath the mask he wore. You had known Anakin before he became this, before he twisted himself up inside and gave into being Darth Vader.

Even now as you stood in your small home on a planet far away from the Empire’s touch, you could feel his control over you. Long before the order was given and Jedi were slaughtered, you had been one of them. A knight who fought alongside Anakin in the Clone Wars—a warrior who chose the side of good rather than evil.

Then things fell apart. You were told that the man you loved, the person you cherished the most, gave into the dark side.

He became a stranger once more.

But nobody runs from Anakin for long—especially when he’s become a force more powerful than any Jedi could ever hope to be. You were hiding out on Devaron when he found you, attempting first to turn you to the dark side with him. Only for you to see something break in his exterior, his walls dropping for a split second and you felt it like a punch to the chest. He needed you.

This absolute desire was not born out of lust but pure necessity, because even as Darth Vader…Anakin Skywalker still lived beneath the mask and he didn’t know how to live without you. You’d always been the person he turned to when Obi-Wan wouldn’t understand the nature of his feelings. When he could no longer control them himself.

So, he left you there—allowing you to remain a Jedi who chose the light side of the Force over him. But he would return again and again. Desperate for someone to put his strained mind at ease—the memories of his past haunting him with every waking day. Perhaps that's where the submission started. In helping him by allowing him into your bed, into your heart little by little each time until eventually…you yearned for him to.

Jedi weren’t allowed to have such strong attachments, but as a Sith…he could keep you as his for as long as possible. A deal you wholeheartedly agreed to with a single word.

The stars were starting to shine brightly in the night sky as you traversed the dense forest of Devaron, your lightsaber clipped to your side and hood drawn up over your head. You heard his ship land ten minutes ago; knew he now stood in the center of your home awaiting your arrival. So, you took your time. Anakin never liked to wait, Darth Vader was no different, and somehow that brought a smile to your face. So desperate to see you that he would battle his way through the forest alone to find you again.

He would come after you—you knew he would—and that brought back the pool of heat that always found its way to your body when he arrived.

There was something twisted about loving him even the way he was now. How could you, a Jedi Knight of your ability, love something so dark? How could you give into the sinister deliciousness of that side, yet still remain so true to the light side of the Force? The answer was simpler than you thought. In your mind he still remained as Anakin the man you loved and even though you knew what he did, what he now became, you couldn’t let go of your heart fully.

Even if the scars now showed as small canyons and ridges, each one holding a darkness that would ultimately cause your demise.

He knew this.

Nobody loved Darth Vader, nobody gave themselves to the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, without understanding they would die because of it one day. Perhaps that’s what caused the absolute ache in your bones at the mere sight of him. The thought of one day no longer being by his side. Some Jedi may claim you were betraying what you believed in—destroying yourself just for an inkling of mind numbing pleasure—but it was more than that. Pleasure ultimately gave way to the pain of loving someone beyond saving.

As expected you arrived at your small house to the sight of a black ship—big enough for one—in the clearing that was solely used by him. The darkness bled through the Force, encasing you in a biting cold as you walked towards the already open door. One might say the sight of him standing amidst your tiny living room was terrifying enough to run away. But you were never one to cower in fear from him and you refused to start now.

His head tilted, energy stretching out towards you through the old connection you used to have with him, and with a small smile you reached back. Twining your brilliant blue around his obsidian nature until you saw him shudder beneath his cloak.

“You’re late,” he said—his voice something you had to continue to get used to.

Humming, you dropped your robe onto the chair behind him, heading towards your small makeshift kitchen where you knew there’d be some bread from the day before. He turned, watching you move as you continued to press your Force signature against his own—reminding him of a time when he too held a blue lightsaber brighter than yours. This was a two way street. You savored the bitter sweetness of the dark side, relishing in the rush of power that flowed through your veins, and he once again fell back into what he used to know. The calming serenity of the light side.

“You’re early,” you teased, knowing his temper was far worse than before. However he always seemed to control it around you—the tight grip he had on his anger evident in the way his fist clenched.

“Where did you go?” He demanded more than asked nowadays and so you stayed silent, awaiting for the flare of anger to shove its way into your mind.

It never came though. The silence almost shocked you as you turned, eating the remainder of the bread. But that’s what he wanted out of you—a reaction that would show you actually acknowledge his presence. How could you not? When he stood there looking like the true embodiment of the dark side of the Force. Although there were times when you missed the sight of Anakin standing before you—a smile on his face that always reached his blue eyes.

“Exploring,” you said, eyes flickering down the length of him—taking in the sight of his rigid stance. “How long are you here for?”

“Tonight.”

His answers were blunt, to the point, because he didn’t have time to dawdle. You were his secret, you knew this. If anyone found out you’d be killed and knowing who Darth Vader answered to…he’d be forced to do it himself. So, you nodded and finished the remainder of your bread as you continued to watch him—prodding at the wall of his mind to hopefully see within. But they remained up, blocking you from anything other than his Force signature which remained tightly entwined with your own.

“How long will you be gone for?”

He paused, pressing against the walls of your mind to see what exactly you were thinking, but you knew he didn’t wish to forcefully tear them down. You were not a person he was interrogating—rather a lover who he may very well lose if he didn’t act accordingly. His fist clenched again, the struggle to remain in complete control now wavering as you stalled for time. He knew what you were doing and yet he still played along.

“I don’t know.”

You hummed, once more pressing against the wall in his mind. It was dangerous to be let inside—having seen what he harbored behind the thick barrier—but your curiosity always wished to drag you into trouble.

What was safety compared to intimately knowing the most lethal person in existence? To you there would be nothing more intriguing, nothing more worth the risk than this simple gesture.

“Don’t,” he spit out, stepping closer until your lower back was digging into the counter.

“You let me in once before—”

His gloved hand landed on your throat, silencing your words and causing a shudder to run down your spine. Though the position wasn’t unfamiliar, it still brought a small inkling of fear to peek its head out. He could kill you—without remorse. Yet he never did. He simply remained, holding your throat as tenderly as he possibly could—relearning what the meaning of gentle was. That thought alone brought a dazed smile to your face, your eyes nearly fluttering closed as his thumb ran along the column of your neck.

“That is no longer a luxury you are allowed to have.”

The words were sinister on his tongue, like a sharp knife to your heart, but you’d been scarred by him before. “Is it because I know what I’ll find? Or are you afraid?”

His control finally snapped, the pressure on your throat now crushing you until you struggled for air. But he didn’t squeeze harder, he didn’t make sure that you were unable to breathe completely, because he couldn’t cross that line. He refused to. You were the only light he let slip through the cracks of his helmet; the one thing keeping him stable on the ground and while it wasn’t very Darth Vader of him to keep you—it was the part of Anakin that still remained that held onto you tightly.

“You know nothing.”

Despite the lack of oxygen, you smiled. “I know you.”

The words came out choked and broken, but it was enough. He froze, his hand loosening around your throat as the final realization clicked into place just like it always did when he found his way back to you.

You knew him—knew Anakin that lay beneath the surface and Vader that rose to power crushing him in the end. You knew all the ugly bits that showed through the evident splinters of his being and in spite of all of that…you still loved him. Whenever he left you he seemed to forget that when he came here he didn’t have to wear a shroud of anger that resembled his cape. He didn’t have to wean himself from the light side with every bittersweet touch, because you held no expectations of him.

“Anakin,” you breathed, hand sliding along his leather covered limb. “Come home.”

Little by little you saw his walls come down, felt the darkness seep into his Force signature until you were surrounded by it. Until the only light left between the two of you was yours—guiding him back to you for a brief moment. He’d only be here tonight, so you’d have tonight.

You would take as much time as you were allowed if it meant seeing Anakin for a brief moment again.

“Anakin is dead,” he muttered, hand shifting until his thumb was pressing against your bottom lip. “I killed him.”

Parting your lips you allowed him to invade your senses even further—the taste of the leather permeated your mouth, driving a moan from your throat. Digging your nails into his arm, you felt him push against you—forcing his way into your mind and showing you images of a past that felt like yesterday. Anakin’s face flashed before you, the smile you ached to see again finally coming back to you, and it drew a whimper to the surface. A sound he liked if the pressure on your tongue was enough to go by.

The scene shifted and you felt the heat flare to life in your stomach as you saw yourself beneath him, sobbing his name as he practically shoved you into all encompassing bliss. Memories he still held onto—torturing himself because he could no longer have you in the way he wanted. But above all that, one stuck to the forefront of your mind. The taste of him as he kissed you; devoured everything you were and felt greedy enough to take even more.

The first hints of the dark side within him.

“Maker,” you gasped as he ripped his hand away, reaching for the ties of your robes. “I miss it too.”

Gathering enough of your energy you used the Force to shove him backwards until he stumbled into the wall behind him—his large frame taking up too much space. To anyone else it would have felt suffocating, but to you…this was as safe as you were ever going to get. He ached to have his old self back not to be a Jedi again. No, he thrived in the sinister ways of the Sith. He wanted to be Anakin, to have you again by his side—to kiss you like he used to on nights where things became too heavy a burden to carry alone.

Somehow in the midst of you pushing him back and him resisting you ended up pinned to the wall of your bedroom by him. He didn’t even have to touch you to make you beg for more; for you to do anything he wanted. This is what bending to his will became and he loved it.

He stood inches away, the tips of his boots touching yours and so like a fool you let your walls down without any warning. Shoving every memory and burning need his way until he was gasping through the modulator—his hand slamming against the wall beside your head. Each moment you were with him, each touch and night neither of you slept—too busy finding what made the other tick—it all poured into his mind. You made him see what you saw whenever you were near him even with the mask.

The cold feeling of his mask pressed against your cheek as he tried to push himself closer. This is all it would amount to. Nights spent in secret when really the both of you ached for one last thing. Something you never got.

A farewell kiss.

“Anakin,” you said softly, hand sliding to his shoulder. “Are you home?”

He let out a breath, the sound distorted through the modulator before finally breaking down the last of his walls. “Yes.”

You didn’t know how long tonight would truly last and so you began to clutch at his arm, feeling a hot press of his gloved hand dig into your thigh as he raised it to his hip. A natural movement he’d done a hundred times over. That was enough to make you smile, a small bit of laughter echoing off the walls of your tiny room. Although darkness still clung to him, still twisted tightly around your Force energy, he remained the man you loved.

Both Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader alike.

“Tell me,” he groaned, shoving his knee up gently and fitting it right at the seam of your pants.

It almost didn’t feel fair how he knew your body so well—how he knew which way to move you to finally hear that familiar moan tumble past your lips.  Grinding your hips down, your head fell back against the wall when pressure was finally applied to your throbbing clit, sending sparks down your spine. You knew he watched every emotion, expression, and heard every sound behind that helmet and somehow…that made it even more electric.

“Tell me,” he demanded, hand going back to your throat and keeping you in place as his other one guided your hips along his thigh.

Fuck, you were still clothed and felt like you would fall apart at any moment.

“I—” Moaning, your hands scrambled for purchase along his chest. “I love you.”

Placing pressure on your throat he shoved pressed his thigh upwards, watching your eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched gasp escaping you as you finally broke. Light flooded his senses, nearly breaking his stance, but the sight of you writhing in his grasp—whimpers falling from your lips was too addicting for him to let go of. They say that the dark side made one greedy; desperate for whatever they wanted, and in this moment he was prepared to take and take until you had nothing left to give.

He knew you’d let him. You would give him whatever he asked for.

“Anaki—” He cut you off, dragging you along his thigh again and watching as your face twisted. Both pain and pleasure collided as you were shoved into overstimulation.

“Again,” he said, moving his hand from your hip to your pants—helping you yank them off until the leather of his glove slid through your hot slick. “I want to see you do it again.”

“Oh fuck.”

Gasping for air, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he ruthlessly began to toy with your clit. He knew exactly what to do to shove you right on that edge again and perhaps that’s what flung you over it. Or maybe it was him shoving the same words back into your own mind until it echoed over and over again.

I love you.

Sith didn’t care about things like love, but Anakin Skywalker was never truly a Sith just as he was never truly a Jedi.

He was stuck in between—crossing the border of want and need.

“I can’t.” A cry ripped from you as his other hand moved down from your neck to your chest, rubbing a thumb over your nipple. “I—Anakin I can’t.”

He chuckled, the sound menacing even to you. “Yes you can.”

This wasn’t a question—it was a choice of when you’d finally give in. The pressure in your body built, the coil twisting as he continued to rub sharp circles on your clit. When your legs began to shake and your vision became blurry from tears, you knew you were right there on the very edge of shattering, but you couldn’t. Not until he joined you on that edge—relenting his power to give you some of your own.

“Say it,” you begged, eyes screwing shut as he sunk two fingers into you right to the knuckle—his thumb continuing. “Say it for me. Please I need—I need to—”

“I love you.”

The words sounded foreign coming from his modulator, but you knew this was Anakin speaking not the twisted side of him that fed off of pain. He’d finally ripped free from the cage he was put in, leeching off the light coming from you with glee. He may not have meant the words entirely, but they did what you both intended them to do.

Sobbing his name, you felt the pressure snap in two flooding your body with a white-hot pleasure. You could hear his fingers as they continued to pump into you, rubbing against the spot along your walls that made your legs shake and tears flow down your cheeks.

“That’s it,” he muttered, hand going around your neck to hold you in place as you practically grinded on his hand—the pleasure still coursing through your veins.

You were lost to it. Mind numb to everything else but him standing before you.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath and gain feeling in your limbs again and he waited. Gave you a chance to breathe as he fought against the impatience that trickled into his veins—a quality that was unnatural to him. Once you were finally able to open your eyes, sighing in contentment, you focused on his mind—allowing yourself a chance to see inside of it. As always it was inner turmoil that had you flinching, but right now all you saw were memories of you and him. The same ones he played over and over again while he was away from you.

“And here I thought you never missed me while you were away,” you said, lips curving into a smile sweet enough to taste.

“I don’t miss you.” He leaned closer, hand reaching down to cup your swollen cunt. “I miss this.”

Words like that should have stung, but you knew him better than that. You knew why he said the things he said. So you smiled wider, dragging his arm up until his hand was in front of your face, the black leather shiny with your cum. Twining your Force signature around him until he couldn’t escape, you sucked his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself. He didn’t expect you to give in so easily—usually enjoying the fight you put him through. But tonight you’d settle for this so you could gain more.

“We’ll see about that,” you whispered, kissing his palm and dropping his arm.

You wanted him to give over the control he ached for; wanted to watch as the last of his residual armor came crashing down around you. Only one person would be able to say they brought Darth Vader down to their knees and it was you. His light, his moon, his lover.

Pushing his leg away, you pressed your hands on his chest, wishing you could once again feel the strong heartbeat beneath his skin. The steady thrum of it put you to sleep on long nights when you snuck away from the Jedi Temple, but for now you’d have to settle for the rhythmic timing of his breaths as they echoed around the room.

Without another thought, you dropped to your knees in front of him—his body keeping you caged in along the wall. You figured he already knew what you were going to do, if the way he widened his stance told you anything. His hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your gaze back towards him. It was the gentle nature of his touch that sent heat spilling into your heart. Anakin flared to life right before your eyes with every passing minute.

Undoing his belt, you allowed yourself a moment to admire what lay beneath the leather. What he always drew your attention away from. The skin was burnt, scarred beyond anything you’d ever seen before, but that never mattered to you. He stood stiff, his other hand pressed against the wall, helmet focused on you. Almost like he was unsure of what would happen.

Would you not care? Or would what remained not be what you wanted?

“Oh…” you gasped when he was finally free.

He was scarred there too, you’d felt it before. Except you weren’t shocked by that; no you were surprised by how worked up he was. The glossy sheen of precum building up at the tip practically dripped down your palm as you held him—begging for you to taste. Leaning forward, you took the head of his cock into your mouth, the guttural moan he let out sending a flare of heat through your body.

“Is this for me?” you asked sweetly, knowing it would only succeed in riling him up even more.

He grunted, his hand pushing you forward until his cock was once more back in your mouth. Although you didn’t mind in the slightest. Not when his addicting salty tang spread on your tongue the longer you sucked on the head. He was shameless with the sounds he made. Entirely focused on his pleasure, but you felt the way he softly rubbed his thumb along your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin.

“Take me deeper,” he said, already knowing you were heading that way anyways. “I know you can.”

You moaned when he hit the back of your throat, his hips thrusting forward slightly until you gagged. That alone only made him do it again. Pressing against the firm line that stood between the both of you. He wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want—as long as you gave him control. Something you were more than okay with handing over.

It’s not like you had any semblance of it before he became Darth Vader. Anakin had always been one to take what he deemed he deserved. Except when it came to you, he always gave you the choice. Even now as your nose brushed the base of his cock, your throat squeezing him so tight his whole body shuddered, you still held the choice.

You sucked in a breath when he pulled away, tears streaming down your cheeks and spit covering your chin. Part of you wanted to keep going—to feel him spill down your throat—but you knew that wasn’t what he was here for. Dragging you up, he pressed the cold shell of his helmet against your forehead, hands grasping your hips tightly.

“I need—” He cut himself off, a loud breath reverberating through his modulator. 

For the first time that night you felt it. The small flicker of blue in his otherwise black Force signature. Only in moments like this, when his desperation practically permeated the air, did you find your Anakin.

The only thing stronger than Palpatine’s hold over him had always been the love he felt for you—that was clear to you now.

“I know,” you murmured, leading him back and watching as he sat on your bed. His large frame practically took up the entire room. He spread his legs, allowing you to step between them, but you had a different plan altogether.

Clambering onto his lap, you held yourself up as you positioned his cock at your entrance. Your slick practically pooled over him, making it easier for you to take him in one thrust. But rather than rush this, you held yourself there. Hovering over his needy and wanting cock—making him wait for the one thing he so desperately needed. The blue flickered again, vibrating through you and forcing a gasp from your lungs.

You longed to pull it closer until it enveloped you entirely; til you suffocated from its light. But whatever remained was now small and fleeting, only seen in moments like this. His grasp turned harsh, impatient. Letting you know that he only had so much left in him before he took back the small sliver of control he allotted you.

Your whole body shook as you finally lowered yourself, feeling the stretch of his cock sliding into your cunt. A growl ripped from his chest, his hands pressing you down further and watching in delight as your head fell back, a garbled shout echoing off the walls. You went dizzy with the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. It rushed through you, setting each nerve in your body alight with a burning fire.

Which only made everything shine brighter.

Light flooded his senses, your Force signature practically bleeding out into the room. And he took it. He swallowed it whole in his never ending darkness with the hope that you were never extinguished.

“More,” you gasped, fingers digging into the leather that covered his shoulder.

He shoved his hips upward, grinding against you and tearing a sound from your chest that seared into his mind instantly. You were a wanton mess. Barely hanging on to the person you were thirty minutes ago—before he came back into your life. Instead there you were. The lover who fed off of his darkness; who took what the Jedi Order claimed was forbidden and begged for more.

“Maker—fuck—I-I’m oh fuck—” You made no sense, but that’s the way he wanted you. An incoherent babbling mess that rode his cock to chase that feeling only he could bring you.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you dropped back down haphazardly, hating the emptiness that came with his cock slipping out of you. A sound tore through his modulator, his hands tightening on your hips as you set a brutal pace. He groaned when your walls tightened around him, the sound of your skin slapping against the leather of his pants echoing in the room. If you listened closely you could hear the wet squelch of your slick as he set his own pace, pounding into you without abandon.

“Please, Anakin please,” you cried, unsure of what you were begging for.

He seemed to know though.

Without a response, his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing down tightly as he thrusted upwards even harder. The lack of oxygen seemed to only heighten the sensation you chased—pleasure building up to an almost painful degree in your body.

He bent you to his will, guiding your body in a way that felt familiar. You didn’t have to think when he was here, didn't need to focus your energy on any of this, because he did it for you. His gloved thumb pressed against your lips until you opened up with ease, sucking his finger into your mouth with a moan. It gave you a chance to take in a deep breath before he clamped down tight around your throat again. Turning your vision hazy.

“Good,” he muttered, pulling the spit slicked finger from your mouth. Only to press it firmly against your clit.

Your body arched, a broken cry falling from your lips as tears streamed down your face. It was too much, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop. You didn’t want him to. The pleasure nearly blinded you with each thrust of his cock into your dripping cunt. But what made you fall wasn’t the feeling of him finally striking against the spot that made your body curl in on itself.

No, it was the image he projected in your mind.

“That’s what you like huh,” Anakin’s voice grunted in your head, his blue eyes just as bright as before.

You sobbed out a garbled yes, eyes rolling back. The image continued. A bright blue light wrapped itself around you, nearly burning you from the inside out as he pinched your clit between his fingers. And you chased it; grabbed onto the sensation tightly and let it fill your chest until you swore your heart stopped beating.

“I want you to cum. Let me see my pussy drip for me,” he spit, dragging you closer until you were pressed so tight it nearly hurt.

“Don’t,” you gasped, shoving the image of Anakin away from your mind, eyes focusing on the empty soulless black mask he wore. His hand let up slightly, allowing you breath to speak. “I want to see you. Not him.”

Warmth spread through your chest when his hips stuttered, a groan reverberating against your breast. You wished you could kiss him. Feel the hot press of his lips on yours, but this—feeling him thrust into you quickly—was enough. His hand tightened again as his cock drove up into you harshly, hitting right where you needed to fly off the edge. Your mouth fell open, a broken sob making its way through as the all encompassing heat you so desired began to spill through your body.

A snarl ripped through your very being when he finally joined you, spurting into your swollen cunt and filling you until you leaked around the base of him. Except he didn’t stop. He pushed forward, thrusting into you until pain filtered through the pleasure. Once more you were shoved into that bliss, drowning in it with no way out.

Sobbing his name, you felt your body shake as he finally ceased his movements, allowing you to sag against him. The energy was completely depleted from you and he knew it. Which is why he didn’t move. Simply breathed deeply, his softening cock still deep in you, causing you to moan slightly at every soft twitch.

“How long until you have to go?” you sighed, your fingers tracing random shapes against his armor.

“Soon.”

“Will you come back?”

You knew you wouldn’t receive an answer. You never did, because even he didn’t know when Palpatine would finally release him again from his grasp. He let out a breath, his hands cupping your ass as he molded you to him. The blue light still flickered amidst the darkness, turning his once bleak Force signature a brilliant midnight color. And for a moment you saw the real him. The man who lay beyond the layers of his armor.

Laying a kiss against the cold shell of his mask, you allowed yourself a moment to be enveloped by him. The darkness would return eventually, wiping away the man who sat beneath you. But for now, he was here and he was yours.

Smiling, you pressed against it with your own, feeling him shudder beneath you. It was like looking at the night sky—a sight you wanted to keep until you were left alone once more. Curling around his body, you allowed sleep to finally overtake you, your mind soothed by the soft touch of the Force he pressed against you.

Only then did you realize.

In the small space of your home, beneath the strain of a galaxy under siege, your Anakin finally found his way home again.

[devieuls]

ˋ Haunted .✵

Qimir x Ex Jedi Fem Reader < SERIES >

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Sith Lord Qimir x Fem ex Jedi Reader.

(during the series)

SMUT: Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; fingering; Blood; Spit; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; betrayal; slut shaming; oral sex; dacryphilia; outdoorsex; jealousy BDSM. Dom Qimir ANGST: toxic relationship, self-harm, derealization, suffering, Requited / Unrequited love, prejudices, bullying and insults. There will be flashbacks in this series

Aged characters: Qimir 35 y.o / You 22 y.o.

Synopsis: In a twisted web of light and darkness, two opposites are facing each other, dancing on a thin thread called fate. What happens when light and darkness dance on a wire called destiny, two eternal opposites that inevitably attract each other and create something perfectly powerful and chaotic to unite the power of two in one? The answer emerges in a journey of tension and attraction, where yin and yang discover that their opposition is nothing but a reflection of a deep and unexpected connection. This is the story of how destruction is akin to peace, how the moon one day decided to save the sun, how darkness is not so dark and evil so bad. A journey towards change and desire, where opposing forces merge into a future that no one could have predicted.

(Following some events of the series)

Lenght: 4.9k

TW: THE SERIES WILL BE FULL OF DELICATE TOPICS!

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Chapter I: The Abyss of Temptation

(The shuttle landed silently on the verdant surface of the planet Khofar, a wild jewel among the worlds of the Outer Rim Territories. As the hatch opened, a wave of humidity enveloped the Jedi, carrying with it the intense scent of damp earth and the exotic fragrance of the lush vegetation. The forest stretched out before them like an endless sea of green, where the trees rose like ancient towers, their massive trunks covered in layers of gleaming moss. The thick, intertwined canopies above them created a natural roof, allowing only faint rays of light to filter through, speckling the ground with golden patches. Khofar was a living, wild planet, and they were only temporary visitors, intruders in an ancient and balanced ecosystem. Every rustle among the leaves, every distant call, was a warning. A premonition or prelude to what the day would bring.)

If only you had known in advance that your teammates would die one by one before your eyes as you returned from the hut where Jedi Master Kelnacca lived, you would have thought twice before agreeing to the mission. You had fought against the Sith who killed your friends, battling with anger and bitterness, in a grief too fresh to fully comprehend. In the end, the pain of your body hitting the hard ground was nothing compared to the searing agony in your side from a nearly fatal wound. Your vision began to blur, and you could only see footsteps approaching before everything faded to black.

You awoke slowly, as if emerging from a hibernation that had lasted for years. Your eyes opened with difficulty, greeted by a nearly suffocating gloom. The dim light of a few torches was the only source of illumination within what seemed to be a cave. The rocky walls, uneven and cold, seemed to loom over you. You felt weak, every movement was a struggle, and a dull pain throbbed in your side. You tried to sit up, but your injured side forced you back down, a hiss of pain escaping your lips. You brought a trembling hand to the wound and felt the rough texture of the bandages wrapped around the torn flesh. Despite the agony, the wound had apparently been cleaned and treated with care. Someone had taken the time to tend to it, to ensure it would heal, though it was still far from being fully recovered. You looked around, trying to piece together fragments of memory that crowded your mind. You remembered your friends' deaths, Sol screaming, your lightsaber changing color, and a battle. You recalled the fierce confrontation with the Sith, your fall, and the darkness that enveloped you. But beyond that, nothing. You had no idea how you had ended up in that cave, nor who had brought you there.

Your heart raced, panic beginning to seep into your thoughts. Were you a prisoner? And if so, who had shown such mercy to tend to your wounds? The most unsettling question was the most obvious: why hadn't the Sith eliminated you when he had the chance? A shadowy thought slithered into your mind, and the face of the Sith echoed in the depths of your being. The idea that he might have been the one to save you, to care for you, was as chilling as it was improbable. Yet, you couldn’t shake the possibility from your mind, no matter how absurd it seemed.

You dragged yourself out with great effort, and through the blinding light, you saw the silhouette of a man, barely identifiable. You followed him stealthily, still holding your side and trying to endure the pain from the wound. For a moment, you lost sight of him, only to find him again shortly after, immersed in a pool of water in what seemed to be a coastal area with black sand you couldn’t identify. Your eyes fell on the figure facing away from you, submerged in the water, his muscles relaxed, his raven hair wet and slicked back. To your eyes, the man seemed completely unaware of your presence, though he appeared to have a vigilant awareness of the surrounding area. You moved silently among the rocks and vegetation, observing your target until your gaze fell upon a pile of clothes near the shore, where the deactivated lightsaber lay. With swift and somewhat precise movements, you approached the lightsaber. Tension mounted inside you as you crouched to pick it up, aware that any sound could betray your presence. You grasped the metallic object and assumed an attack position as the man began to speak, still with his back turned while he calmly washed himself.

"how does it feel?" he said, turning towards you. You recognized him immediately. The mere sight of his face sparked rage within you. "Pleasant, don't you think?" His tone was a piercing screech to your ears. You gritted your teeth, not responding, remaining in your attack stance. "Your stance is good despite the wound on your side, but your elbows are a real mess. I had my doubts when we fought last time, and now I see why it was so easy to defeat you. Your elbows are too low; you should keep one higher, you know?" he continued, observing you. "…To block more quickly and strike with more precision." He took a brief pause. "Since you don’t know how to use the Force, you should learn to block better," he concluded, stepping out of the water, now only a few steps away from you.

"Don’t move," your stance changed, now aiming the off lightsaber directly at him. Your gaze was sharp and cold. "If you don’t want to join me, at least let me put my clothes on" he said. You took a slight step back, allowing him to exit the water. You swallowed, trying not to let your gaze fall on the naked, wet defined body of the man, keeping in your mind that he was your enemy. You began to ponder whether it was appropriate to attack him now. But it was neither Jedi-like to strike a defenseless man nor to act in such a dishonorable manner. "Surely, you’re wondering if it’s honorable to kill me like this," he began, his tone different from the one used in battle. You swallowed. Your gaze fell for a second on his chest, and you cursed yourself for the terrible idea. "In battle it’s justified, but days later isn’t it revenge?" he asked with a sarcastic tone, as if he already knew the answer. "And now you wonder if I can read your mind… and the answer is… no. Anger betrays your thoughts" he continued, dressing himself as if you weren’t pointing a weapon at him. His gaze seemed oddly gentle, more delicate, almost innocent. So much so that he almost didn’t seem like the same man who had killed seven Jedi just a few nights before.

"Why did you bring me here? Why didn’t you kill me?" you asked, watching him sternly, uncertain of what to do next. "Am I your prisoner?" "Prisoner? You’re the one with a weapon" he said with an overly calm look and an obvious tone in his voice, as he walked back towards the cave, passing by you without fear. You followed him, teeth clenched. You wanted revenge on this man, but what a miserable person you would be to strike him from behind while he was unarmed. "If you keep me here, Sol will come for you. He’s found me before, and he’s powerful with the Force." Your voice sounded threatening, though not as forceful as you’d hoped due to the stabbing pain in your side. The man turned and looked at you with a puzzled expression. "Do you think he’s powerful with the Force? It’s you who’s powerful with the Force, y/n. Someone should teach you," he said. You were stunned for a few seconds, as he knew your name. To you, he was a stranger, but you didn’t seem to be as unknown to him. The stranger walked back into the cave, and you followed him, confused. "In what way am I powerful with the Force? You should know it’s something to be practiced. If you don’t train it, it fades" you said, your voice still sharp as you scrutinized the man who seemed so at ease in your presence. You had long abandoned being a Jedi, retreating shortly after becoming officially part of the Order. If it hadn’t been for your sister leaving a trail of blood wherever she went, you would have stayed far away from that world. You had lost every Force ability, not having practiced it for many years. You vaguely remembered how to use a lightsaber, thanks to Sol, who had helped you recall the skills during the time you spent together, training with his young Padawan Jecki.

The stranger was seated next to what appeared to be a small campfire, while you kept your distance. He tasted the food he was cooking. You didn’t trust him; something about him made you suspicious, aside from the fact that he had decimated your team. "You know… The Jedi teach that there’s only one way to access the Force, and if you don’t do it their way, it fades. But there’s another way," he said gently, turning his gaze toward you. "Beneath the surface of consciousness, there are powerful emotions." "Anger. Fear. Loss…" he slowly mentioned the emotions you had learned to suppress, as you had been taught in the Order during your time as a Jedi Padawan. "…desire." The last emotion was spoken almost in a whisper as he took on a more serious and penetrating expression. You swallowed, observing him with disdain, though you subconsciously held your breath as he listed the emotions. "That’s the path to the dark side," the words came out acridly from your mouth.

The man’s expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a mocking smile. "semantics… You Jedi are so closed-minded," he replied, turning back to the fire, stirring the stew he was cooking. "The light side isn’t the only way to access the Force. The dark side… amplifies emotions. It’s just another way to access the Force. A way… to freedom." His convincing tone almost seemed reasonable, though it was contrary to your way of thinking. "You killed my friends," your gaze grew even sharper and more bitter, as your hand still gripped the hilt of the deactivated lightsaber, seeking comfort in the familiar cold metal. The Sith’s words were like poison seeping into your mind, exploiting the insecurities you had always tried to suppress. "Friends? That’s what you call people who come to seek you only in moments of need and then ignore your existence?" His voice was laced with a mix of disdain and feigned compassion. Every word from this man was a blade sinking into your soul, touching raw nerves you had tried to ignore. You had been trained to combat fear, anger, desire—all emotions that, if left unchecked, could lead you down the dark path. But at that moment, you felt the internal storm growing, fueled by suffering and loss, a mourning.

"War isn’t pretty, y/n, sometimes…" he began, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as he stood up, beginning to walk toward you with determined steps, never breaking eye contact. "Sacrifices must be made for a greater good." He stopped just inches from you, his penetrating gaze studying you with a mix of cynicism and desire, as if challenging you to contradict him. Every fiber of his being radiated an irresistible force, a magnetism that seemed to envelop him like a shadow. He leaned slightly toward you, his warm breath brushing against your skin as his lips dangerously neared your ear. "Your friends," he whispered with a cold, almost contemptuous tone, "were just collateral damage." His words were like sharp knives—cutting and relentless—but the seductive tone with which he spoke betrayed an unsettling intimacy, as if he were confiding a dark secret that only you could understand.

The stranger leaned back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. His dark eyes, deep as an abyss, stared at you with an intensity that seemed to penetrate directly into your soul. His face was close, too close, and his expression was serious, almost sorrowful, but there was no trace of remorse—only a dark understanding. "Why do you love people who can only go so far?" His voice dropped further, becoming a near-confidential whisper. "Who can’t go as deep as you can?" His gaze was intense, his eyes locked onto yours with an expression that seemed to reveal far more than his words had. There was a hidden desire, a need struggling to surface, but the man skillfully masked it, maintaining a subtle balance between cynicism and seduction.

You held your breath, feeling the weight of his words and his proximity. You knew that behind those words lay a darkness trying to corrupt you, but his allure was dangerously real. Your mind was conflicted, torn between repulsion at the Sith’s cynicism and the irresistible magnetism surrounding him. The man gave you a slight smile, a smile that never quite reached his eyes, as he pulled back just a few centimeters, leaving you teetering between temptation and inner struggle. "Maybe, y/n," he added in a mellifluous voice, "you’re destined for something more… something greater… something that I can show you." "I’m not my sister. I’m not so easily corrupted," you said, looking him straight in the eyes, trying to maintain control over yourself. Every fiber of your being struggled to suppress the tumultuous emotions the stranger had tried to awaken in you. Your heart pounded loudly, betraying you, but your face remained impassive, covered by a studied veil of disgust. With a slow, deliberate motion, you took a step back, putting distance between you, your gaze charged with superiority and defiance.

Qimir observed you with an impassive expression, but behind his dark eyes was growing interest, a sort of admiration for your resilience. To him, you were not like the other Jedi he had encountered, too weak or easily swayed. In you, he saw a potential acolyte, someone with an inner strength that could be nurtured and guided toward an even greater power. A subtle smile appeared on his lips, a nearly imperceptible curve that betrayed his pleasure at seeing you so determined. "You’re not like your sister, that’s true," he admitted with a tone that seemed both a compliment and a challenge. He took a step toward you, closing the space between you once more, but this time with an even more calculated calm, like a hunter who knows its prey. "But don’t mistake your determination for invulnerability," he continued, his voice soft and sharp as a blade. "The force you suppress within you, the force you’ve learned to stifle, is what could make you great—much greater than the Jedi could ever imagine. I see in you a potential that goes beyond the limitations of their dogma, and that is what frightens them." He stopped just a few steps from you, his gaze locked on yours, trying to pierce through the mask you had erected. "I’m not here to corrupt you," he whispered, his voice almost persuasive. "I’m here to offer you a choice, a path that the Jedi have always denied you. A road to a freedom you don’t yet know." You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you refused to show any weakness to him.

"I don’t need your freedom," you replied coldly, your voice steady despite the internal turmoil. "Your whispers don’t touch me. I know who I am and what I represent." "So sure of yourself" he murmured, with a tone that seemed to appreciate your determination. "But what do you truly represent, y/n? A Jedi struggling against her own nature, stifling the potential that could make her truly powerful? Oh… perhaps I should say, ex-Jedi?" he asked with ironic amusement, towering over your figure. You clenched your teeth, pointing the hilt of the deactivated lightsaber at his stomach.

He tilted his head slightly, amused, his gaze growing more penetrating as he sought to reach that part of you he knew existed—the part that thirsted for knowledge, power, something more. “You feel the Force, you perceive it in ways that even the Jedi cannot understand. And you know there is a greater, deeper power calling you. It is not betrayal to explore that possibility. It is… evolution.” His words, spoken with such conviction, seemed to echo in the cave, breaking through the barriers you had erected to protect yourself. You raised your lightsaber to meet the man's neck. “Do it… light it” he ordered, his tone of challenge making your blood boil. The Sith, on the other hand, seemed delighted by your anger, his sharp and contemptuous smile only fueling the tension. Qimir merely tilted his head slightly to the side, offering his neck completely to you, his penetrating gaze fixed on the lightsaber you pointed at him, waiting for the moment you would decide to ignite it.

“A Jedi… does not attack the unarmed" you said through gritted teeth, your voice a murmur of frustration and determination. Your mind was a tumult of emotions, but your will to remain true to your principles was steadfast. “Do you still think you’re a Jedi?” he asked, his voice low and enveloping, almost hypnotic. “Don’t you remember how your lightsaber changed color the last time? Do you still believe you must adhere to a code you’re questioning within yourself?” Those words hit like a punch to the stomach, evoking images you would have preferred to forget. The blade of your lightsaber, once glowing a pure blue, had trembled, taking on red hues like those of the man before you. You took a step back, your heart racing, desperately trying to put space between you and that voice which seemed to read into you with ruthless precision. But the man gave you no respite. His hand moved with surprising speed, gripping your arm in a gentle yet firm hold. His fingers closed around your wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you from withdrawing the saber from his neck. The contrast between the contained strength of his touch and the relaxed calm of his face left you breathless.

His penetrating gaze was fixed on your eyes, a subtle yet relentless challenge. “You know yourself that after what’s happened you couldn’t return to the Jedi even if you wanted to,” he whispered, his tone charming and confident, as if he had already won this silent battle. “Sol has seen it, don’t believe that after succumbing to rage and revenge you can return to a position that no longer belongs to you.” You felt trapped, not so much by his hand holding you but by the words resonating inside you. His words seemed to challenge every certainty you had until that moment. Every fiber of your being wanted to reject him, but there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, that made you doubt, even if just for a moment. Qimir moved closer, his warm breath against your skin, each movement calculated with lethal precision. “It’s not a matter of principles, y/n,” he continued, his tone now almost seductive. “That pain, that anger… this is what you are.” Your breath grew irregular, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to maintain control. “Let me go.” you threatened, your voice a low growl, but you knew there was a shadow of hesitation you couldn’t hide.

“Sol saw it… the Jedi saw it” he continued, his tone now softer but laden with cruel truth. “And for that, they will throw you away, again.” His piercing gaze cut into you, as your eyes took on an expression of anger and fear at his words. You felt his words like a sharp blade piercing through your defenses, and your gaze hardened, but you couldn’t hide the flicker of fear in your eyes. The fear that, deep down, he might be right. The fear that your Order, those you would give your life to protect, might indeed see you as a threat, something to be eliminated. The Sith sensed that shift within you, and his gaze became even more penetrating, probing every corner of your mind. It was as if he could see every weakness, every hidden thought, and he used them with a terrifying skill. “You can’t hide from what you are, y/n. The dark side isn’t a weakness… it’s your strength. And you know it.” You gritted your teeth, disgust and anger mixing into an explosive blend that pushed you closer to the edge. He seemed to know exactly which buttons to press; every word, every look was a sharp blade striking at your raw nerves. The tension inside you grew, turning into a knot that threatened to snap. Until you could no longer hold it back, and it was in that moment that you ignited the lightsaber, the glowing blade just a breath away from his neck. “It won’t be like that,” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper, desperately trying to stay calm, though your eyes betrayed the mask of confidence you wore. “I will not succumb to the dark side.”

The man remained still, his mocking smile slowly widening as his eyes stayed fixed on yours, as if he were looking through you, reading every hidden thought. He swallowed slowly, a gesture that seemed almost like an invitation, a further provocation. The blade of your saber illuminated his face, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes, only a cold calm. “It’s not something you have to give in to… it’s inside you,” he said with that velvety voice of his, each word a whisper insinuating doubt into your certainties. His words struck you like a blow to the heart, breaking that fragile barrier you were desperately trying to maintain. “Your potential is immense,” he continued, lowering his voice to a warm, almost intimate whisper. Your gaze grew sharper as the subtle poison in his words sought to seep into your consciousness. The lightsaber blade barely touched his skin without making contact, his calm expression only annoying you. It was as if the threat had no effect on him, as if he knew you would never have the courage to go through with it. Every movement he made was slow, deliberate, calculated to keep you on edge, playing with your emotions like a master puppeteer. Anger bubbled within you, a fire growing ever stronger, fueled by his words, his confident smile, the way he seemed to control everything. You couldn’t deny it; there was a part of you that wanted to give in, that wanted to let go of the anger, the pain that burned so intensely. And he knew it; you could feel it in his voice, see it in his eyes.

“I understand…” His voice was a seductive whisper, just above a breath, as his hand rose with studied slowness, approaching yours without ever touching it. His eyes, which had been filled with impenetrable confidence until now, took on a new light, something deeper, almost vulnerable. “I’ve lost everything, y/n…” His gaze now seemed sincere, almost pleading for some strange reason. “But when you lose everything,” he continued, his hand now resting on yours, which still gripped the cold lightsaber handle. The contact was surprisingly gentle, a light pressure, but enough to make you feel the warmth of his skin against yours. His grip was soft but firm, and the contrast between his words and the apparent gentleness of the gesture made you waver. “That’s when you’re truly free,” he concluded, his voice a whisper carrying an inescapable weight, an invitation to surrender, to let go of everything that still bound you to the light. His gaze locked onto your eyes, deep, almost pleading, but not for pity: for understanding, for sharing. It was as if he wanted you to see the world through his eyes, to understand that the dark side wasn’t a condemnation but a liberation. His words struck you forcefully, penetrating your defenses once again with lethal precision. It wasn’t just a mental game; there was something genuine in the pain that lingered in his voice, a shadow of loneliness that echoed your own torment. And in that moment, the Sith you had seen as an implacable enemy became a figure that seemed to understand your suffering, your anger.

“The anger you feel, the pain that consumes you… you don’t have to fight it,” he continued, his tone calm and inviting. The tension between you was thick, almost suffocating. You felt the dark side’s pull toward him, the promise of freedom shining like an irresistible temptation. But there was something more in that man, something human, making it harder to you to ignore. The sincerity in his gaze, his voice dropping to an almost intimate whisper, made you doubt your certainties. His hand, warm against yours, made you feel dangerously close to an abyss you weren’t sure you wanted to avoid. You remained still, analyzing his words in your mind. The lightsaber still tightly gripped in your hand, your teeth clenched as you swallowed before sighing, thinking about what you should do. You deactivated the lightsaber and stepped away from him, pressing the hilt of the now-deactivated saber against his chest. You wouldn’t be deceived by his seductive words. You knew who you were and what you fought for. But, inside, a small part couldn’t help but wonder: what if he was right?

“You don’t know me to tell me these things. And as I’ve said, I’m not corruptible like my sister,” You hissed, your voice charged with a tension the man couldn’t help but appreciate. He let his smile spread slowly across his face, watching with almost amused interest as you deactivated the lightsaber and then pressed the hilt against his chest. The determination in your eyes, the resolve in your gesture, fascinated him. It wasn’t the reaction he had expected, but there was something in you, an inner strength, a resilience that intrigued him deeply. He could see the internal struggle you were facing, the conflict between the Jedi code and the emotions he had deliberately stirred.

The Sith, with a slow and measured gesture, placed the hilt of the deactivated lightsaber on a nearby rock. The smile on his face shifted into a smirk of satisfaction. “Perhaps I know you better than you think,” he admitted, his voice soft and filled with an intensity that echoed in the silence of the cave, where only the crackling of the fire could be heard. “I see who you are… who you could be. Your strength, your will…” His steps continued to close the distance between you, and you took a step back, trying to maintain the space between you. He gently took your wrist and pulled you slightly towards him, towering over your smaller figure. He looked at you with what might have seemed like admiration or… desire. You held your breath, swallowing, paralyzed by what could be the gentlest yet most dangerous of predators. The man brought his face closer to yours, the distance between you reduced to mere centimeters, his breath mingling with yours, warm and slow. His touch was once again firm but never painful. His eyes, dark as the abyss, glowed with an intensity that slowly captivated you. You found yourself hanging on his lips, almost asking for permission to breathe regularly. “It is rare…” he concluded. You took a deep breath, and the tension between you was growing increasingly palpable. His tone was like sweet poison, flowing slowly through your veins, making you doubt once more everything you had always believed. His hand slowly moved from your wrist to your side, stopping just below your ribs, where the wound, though treated, still throbbed painfully. The contact, though light, made you flinch, a mix of pain and something else you couldn’t quite identify. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, the tension between you becoming almost unbearable.

“You’re still loyal to someone who didn’t think twice about abandoning you to the enemy on Khofar some nights ago…” You swallowed at his words, feeling the knot in your throat that blocked every word and the weight in your stomach. “Deep down, you’re still searching for a master, someone to guide you… That life, you’ve never truly felt it as your own; they never understood you,” he continued, his gaze fixed on your eyes as if he could see inside you, reading every thought, every hidden emotion. “But I can.” For a moment, you felt yourself falter at those words. The tension between you was palpable, and you could not take your eyes off what must be your enemy, although your mind tried to keep lucidity. Your breathing was slow and irregular, each breath an attempt to hold back an invisible and unknown force that seemed to want to overwhelm you. The knot in your throat was getting tighter, blocking the words you wanted to say. Your eyes were mesmerized. There was an incredible intensity in those foxy eyes, a mixture of fear and fascination that left your heart inexplicably throbbing and mind confused. You failed to swallow trying to make words come out to counter his claims

“You are like me…” he whispered a short distance from your lips.

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Notes :

Well, yes, the sexy hot af villain who will be the protagonist of the new series is Him. Qimir, from The Acolyte. If you don’t know him, go and watch that series because Manny Jacinto put all his effort to seduce us towards the dark side. This is just the beginning, still do not know how many chapters will have but I hope not many, I would like to write about more topics for him.

if you haven’t seen the series there will be some spoilers, so please watch the series first

-Mel

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[iliketangerines]

Can I request oneshot of Mk1 Liu Kang x Fem s/o Jinx (Dc comics) whose power is to give bad luck because of this power she always isolates herself in fear of hurting others when she tells Liu about her power he doesn't care and still loves her anyway; she is gentle and soft spoken please?

jinx, jinx again!

a/n: i changed the personality of the reader around, but i think it makes more sense

pairing: liu kang x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Liu Kang wonders where you are

you were a powerful champion, one with the power to turn the tides of luck and turn the war towards any one side

he had created you in this timeline with the intent to protect Earthrealm, and yet, you’re nowhere to be found on any speck of the planet

and so Liu Kang set out on a journey to find you, going through the sands of time to try and locate you with Geras to bring you to his side before Shang Tsung or anyone else could use your powers for evil

Liu Kang sighs and rubs at the headache forming in his head, it had been days since he had started looking

and yet, you were nowhere to be found, finding the other champions had not nearly been this difficult and yet here you were, unfindable

Geras calls over Liu Kang and points to something in the hourglass, a piece of sand stuck to the side, stubbornly refusing to fall in with the rest of them

Liu Kang raises his eyebrow and picks out the sand and opens its threads to show its life, and there you were

he scrolls through your life memories, searching for where you are, but now he sees why you were so hard to find

your power to change the tides had manifested as bad luck, and it had driven you away from society and only heightened your anxiety

and that heightened your powers, which turned into a never ending cycle of you falling deeper and deeper into your powers

and your powers had kept you away from Liu Kang, from forming connections with the right people to harness your powers

and so you lived in isolation in fear of harming others

Liu Kang rubs his chin as he tries to find your exact location, and he hums as he finds you, isolated high in the mountains, somehow surviving on your own despite everything

he summons a portal and tells Geras that hopefully he will be back soon with you in hand, and Liu Kang disappears

it’s snowing, trees covered in the soft powder, and the birds chirp quietly into the air as Liu Kang makes his way through the forest

he finds your house in the distance, a humble cabin barely holding itself together, and he knocks upon your door

he hears some crashing from within a house and a loud thud before the door unlatches, and you peek out from behind the door, eyes wide as you stare at him

your fingers twitch as you notice his glowing eyes and his lack of winter clothing, and he asks to enter

you shut the door in his face, and he can hear yourself mumbling to yourself, before you open the door again and ask who he is

Liu Kang tells you who he is, god of fire and protector of earthrealm, and he tells you he is here to recruit you in the defense of earthrealm

you raise your eyebrows and then laugh, cackling and howling even as Liu Kang stands in front of you with a stern face

you raise your hand up into the air, and the top of the doorway falls down right into your awaiting hands, as if you knew it was going to happen

you shove it back in place before telling him that that was a funny joke, but he shouldn’t have been able to find you in the woods

you open the rest of the door to reveal the sharp blade you carry, and Liu Kang raises his hands in surrender, trying not to provoke you any further

but he can see the way your hands slightly tremble and how your breath comes out a bit stuttered as you hold the knife towards him

Liu Kang says he truly is a god and he summons flames into his hand to show you

you look at him in surprise and nearly drop the knife into the snow, and you fumble with it, managing to cut yourself in the process

you hiss out in pain and press your thumb into your mouth, trying to clean the wound as Liu Kang looks upon you

he tells you he has the answer to your plight, that he can cure your bad luck if you come with him to train and defend earthrealm

you look up at him with quirked eyebrows, surprised that he even knew of your terrible luck

he summons a portal behind him, one that led to his academy, and he gestures that you can take his offer, to control your powers and make friends and to build connection

your eyes dart between the portal and your rickety home, unsure if you should leave everything behind

you always had bad luck, and it drew everyone away from you

you bounced from home to home, from school to school as your bad luck harmed everyone else and you

now, you have a chance to get rid of your bad luck, to make the human connection you so desperately craved after years in isolation

you spin in a circle and step out from under the doorway as the top of it falls down again

you don’t catch it and let it fall into the snow as you take a deep breath and take Liu Kang’s hands

he’s warm, warmer than anyone you’ve ever experienced, and he gives you a small smile before leading you through the portal to your new life

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 17th: Oct 17th: Tolkien | Ramble On - Led Zeppelin | Intelligent a/n: hospital setting, painkillers, post-canon fix-it, eddie & nancy friendship, steddie. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

today's prompt is a lost scene from day 6's prompt, crush:

Nancy figured it out when Eddie was in the hospital, still a little loopy from painkillers and who knows what else.  You were on another planet and couldn’t stop talking about his chest hair, Eddie.

Nancy Wheeler sits in the little white chair next to Eddie Munson’s hospital bed, the rhythmic beeping of his heart monitor the only noise keeping her company. Well, that, and the sound of her own voice, softly reading The Fellowship of the Ring while Eddie dozes. 

They’ve taken turns, the older teens and a few of the kids, oscillating back and forth between Max’s room and Eddie’s room to ensure no one is left alone for too long while Wayne and Susan are at work. Hospital bills aren’t cheap and while the government will most likely reimburse them for their troubles, right now, things are tight. 

It’s Nancy’s turn in Eddie’s room tonight, picking up where Wayne’s left off in Eddie’s favorite book. Worn and well-read, the book’s loose spine allows Nancy to let it rest on her thigh as she flips through the pages: 

“But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star, in Mordor where the shadows are," Nancy reads, glancing up when she sees Eddie begin to squirm. 

“Mordor,” Eddie murmurs, his voice slurring a bit from the painkillers. “You know, Led Zeppelin wrote a song with Mordor in it.” 

“Oh, did they?” She’s seen him like this a few times now, barely present but speaking in a stream of consciousness. Sometimes, it’s about Dungeons and Dragons. Sometimes, it’s about music, or books– his underappreciated intelligence shines through even the strongest of IV drugs. 

And sometimes, it’s about Steve. That one had been a surprise at first, but keeps all of his ramblings secret, unsure of what he’s telling the others. It’s best to simply indulge him, she’s learned. He never remembers anyways. 

“Mhm,” he cracks open one eye and grins before he starts to sing. “In the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.”

Before she can respond, Eddie continues in his drug-addled haze. “In the darkest depths of Mordor, I met Steve. Sweet, sweet Steve. Steve and his chest hair. Ever notice how hairy he is?” 

Nancy shakes her head and purses her lips, bemused. “I did, yeah, I was there, remember?” 

“Nope,” Eddie says with a pop. “But I do remember that jungle he calls a chest.” 

She snorts back a laugh and tries to subtly hide it behind her hand. Eddie doesn't notice, simply stares through half-lidded eyes and falls back against the pillows. 

“But Gollum and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her-er, her-er,” he continues to sing and wax poetic. 

Eddie’s heart monitor begins to speed up. “Where is Steve, actually? Is he okay?” 

Nancy smiles, fond and knowing, and places a hand on top of his. “He’s fine, he’ll be here later.” 

Sometimes, Eddie forgets how much time has passed from that awful day in Forest Hills, that Steve’s healed up and visits three times a week. That sometimes, Steve visits outside of their established rotation, just because. She never begrudges having to remind him though. How could she when she gets to see the relief drip from his face when he hears again that Steve’s okay? 

Eddie lays back again, the measured beats of his heart monitor returning to a comfortable, predictable tempo. Nancy picks the book back up and continues to read until she sees the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the white sheets. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice whispers from the doorway. Nancy turns to see Steve standing there, leaning against the frame. “How’s he holdin’ up?” 

“Hey,” she smiles. “He was a little out of it earlier from the medication, but he’s been asleep for a few minutes now. I’ve just been reading to him, if you wanna pick up where I left off.” 

Nancy closes the book with the ribbon inside to hold the page and stands, clearing the chair for Steve. “He’s all yours.” 

As the steel door closes behind her, she hears Steve’s voice begin reading. 

‘Is there no escape then?’ said Frodo, looking round wildly. ‘If I move I shall be seen and hunted! If I stay, I shall draw them to me!’

Strider laid his hand on his shoulder. ‘There is still hope,’ he said. ‘You are not alone.’

[lovelybucky1]

Insignificant

kinktober day 14- bondage

warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT- non con, AFAB!Reader, handcuffs, vaginal reader, finger sucking, rough treatment, 18+ minors DNI

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Anakin Skywalker was no longer the man you knew. He was a great warrior, a general, an upstanding person, a kind soul, a Jedi, and most importantly, a friend. He was never meant to be a mechanical killing machine for Darth Sidious to lead around on a leash.

You managed to escape the violence of Order 66, though not without sustaining injuries of your own. For months after the massacre you saw visions of Anakin with orange glowing eyes in your dreams. The screams of children could be heard in the background. You were haunted.

You know some of the other Jedi escaped, though you don't know who or where they went. Being a Jedi is a death sentence these days, so it's better to lay low and not know anything more than absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately, laying low on an outer rim planet where you live off the grid on your own little farm isn't low enough for the Empire. You returned from the forest with a basket of berries and mushrooms to add to your stockpile when you found your house burning, your animals slaughtered, and Darth Vader himself standing among the flames.

After seeing the brutal events of Order 66, you took not being killed on sight as a blessing. The stormtroopers surrounded you, grabbing your arms and forcing you to your knees before Vader. The dark mask was expressionless, but the tilt of his head to the side made you feel like a wounded animal he was about to put down.

"Take them to the ship," he said in a modulated voice. He sounded nothing like the man you knew.

You were hauled aboard the massive ship that they carelessly landed in a field of wild flowers. It was almost poetic how this hunk of machine destroyed something natural and beautiful.

Once the hatch of the ship closed, you accepted that your fate was sealed. You were brought to a cell in the bowels of the ship and abandoned, left with your own thoughts and restricted by force-blocking cuffs.

You were alone for hours until someone came by. You heard the sound of heavy boots banging against the metal grate floor, but it wasn't until you heard the heavy breathing that you turned your attention towards the intruder.

"Jedi," he says as a form of greeting.

You glare at him through the bars of your cell. "Vader."

He says nothing more. He only stands there, emotionless and unmoving. Anakin must have learned patience through his transformation, because the man you knew hated silence.

"Why am I still alive?" you ask. You'd rather be dead than be taken prisoner and be forced to work for the Empire. "You killed all the others. Why not me?"

"He wants you," Vader says crypticly.

"Who does?" you ask.

"Your friend," he says.

Anakin. He's in there somewhere, obviously, and he wants to save you. Maybe this is his way of making up for his atrocities, by making right with you. It could never be enough, but it comforts you to know the monster before you isn't entirely evil.

The door to your cell slides open and Vader steps in, looking like a giant as he towers over your slumped form on the floor. You look up at him but you can't get a read on him. The cuffs block any force sensitivity so you can't even feel him. The door shuts behind him, trapping you in a small box with the face of evil.

"He cares for you," Vader says. "He wants to protect you." It warms your heart in a weird way to hear him say that. "But you are insignificant to me."

Vader reaches down and grabs you by the roots of your hair. He tugs harshly until your scrambling to find your footing and stand so he doesn't rip out your hair.

He dwarfs you. You never noticed how large he was until you were face to face, mere inches apart.

Vader pushes you back roughly, sending you slamming into the wall. Your body crushes your arms that are bound behind your back and you whimper in pain.

"He will watch me destroy you," Vader says as he advances, crowding you against the wall.

He brings his hand down to the waistband of your pants and tugs, effortlessly ripping them off. Your underwear receive the same treatment, though the pull on your skin is painful.

He kicks your legs apart with his boots. The heavy, hard material on your exposed ankles hurts like a bitch, but there's nothing you can do about it other than scream.

Vader shoves his gloved hand between your thighs and carelessly invades your cunt with his thick fingers. You cry out in pain, beg him to stop and for someone to help, but you know it's useless. Everyone here does Vader's bidding, and disobeying their lord is an instant death sentence.

He grows tired of your crying, so he shuts you up by restricting your throat with the force. You have enough air to breathe, but not enough to speak.

You look into the blank helmet with teary eyes, hoping that somehow you can connect with Anakin. You know he's in there, you just have to bring him out.

Vader's fingers split you open painfully. You don't know what he has underneath the suit, but you fear that it will be even worse than the treatment being done to you now. When he pulls his hand away, your creamy juices coat the black glove.

He grabs your jaw and squeezes hard, forcing you to open your mouth. He shoves the wet fingers inside for you to clean, tasting yourself off of them. It's disgusting and degrading, but you're helpless to resist.

When he pulls his fingers out, his glove glistens with your spit. A string of it connects your lip to his glove and when it breaks, it falls against your chin.

Vader drops his hand and you're left staring up at him. The panel of his chest presses against yours uncomfortably, digging into you. You're legs are shaking, not from pleasure but from a mix of fear and the ache in your pussy.

Vader then grabs you by the shoulder and pushes you down, sending you sprawling onto the metal floor. He turns his back to you and the door opens again. Wordlessly, he leaves you alone once again, his heavy boots echoing down the corridor.

[leonkennedy-knife]

Warnings: viking Leon!, major fluff, no smut (suggestive though) romance. 

Ships: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader. Ada Wong x Luis Sera. 

A/N: I don't own resident evil and I don't own resident evil characters.

Death Island Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Y/N, can you go fetch some fresh water?” One of the elder villagers asked. Y/N smiles and says “Yeah I can do that!” 

As Y/N goes to walk away one of the elders shout “Take Leon Kennedy with you!” 

Y/N flushes and she nods before dashing off to look after Leon Kennedy who is a warrior/hunter for the clan, his probably one of the most serious and mean looking men of the clan. 

The chief always speaks highly of him and wants him to get married soon however from what she heard from through the grapevine that Leon had told the chief he's in love with one of the villagers within the clan and just hasn't made a move yet. 

Y/N smiles when she spots Leon and she quickly rushes over to him but before she can say anything she notices he wasn't alone. 

Leon turns towards Y/N when he feels her presence and he smiles and says “Give me a moment. Ada needs my help with something.” 

Y/N nods and watches Leon lift some large chunks into the fire for Ada, who is currently heavily pregnant. 

Ada smiles at Y/N and says “What do you need Leon for?” Y/N blushes and she says “I need to gather some water but I'm not allowed to go alone.” 

Ada nods in understanding and says “Ah yes, the water is frozen and the large animals around here get more dangerous during the winter.” 

Leon throws a few more large chunks of wood into the fire and Y/N says softly to Ada “To keep the fire going longer get some large dry tree sap and get some cat-tails and mix it before putting it on the wood it'll last longer and it's more weather proof.” 

Ada's eyes light up and says “Thank you, I'll do that.” Y/N nods and smiles when Leon walks over to her and asks Ada “How's Luis?” 

Luis is Ada's husband. Rain states in her head, she wonders how Ada and Luis meant that Ada is not from this clan but that's a story to hear another day. 

Ada smiles at Leon and says “He's off hunting.” Leon chuckles and says “For the clan or for you?” Ada blushes and says “For both.” Leon just chuckles and holds his hand out Y/N as he holds an ice ax in another and says “See you later Ada.” 

He leads Y/N into the forest and he asks softly “would you like me to carry the water as well?” Y/N blushes and says “Yes please, I may be young but my bones ache from the cold so it's hard to do the things that need to be done.”

Leon nods as they continue to walk. After a few minutes of walking he stops and turns to her and asks “Will you be my wife?”

Y/N's eyes widen as she stares into Leon's icy blue eyes and she asks in shock with her cheeks flushing bright red “W-what?” 

Leon blushes and says “Marry me, Y/N. I- I've been in love with you since we were kids. I'll make A great husband and a father, marry me.” 

Y/N blushes as she holds the bucket to her chest and she speaks softly “I'll marry you Leon.” Leon shouts a loud yes before taking the bucket from her hands and picking her up before spinning her around and kisses her deeply. 

Leon gently places her back down on the ground and cups her face gently and he whispers “thank you for making the happiness viking on the planet.” 

Y/N giggles softly as she puts her soft cold hands on his face and stands on her tippy toes and kisses his lips gently before stepping away and picking up the bucket and says “I love you, Leon.” 

Leon holds her hand tightly and he whispers softly “And I love you, Y/N.” He holds her hand as he guides her to the fresh stream that's frozen and he takes off his clock and puts it down on the snow and says softly to her “sit on my cloak, my sweet it's going to take awhile.” 

Y/N nods before sitting down on his fury cloak it was warm due to his body heat and she sighs in content as she watches him use his ice ax to make a large hole in the ice which took hours but once it was made, she rushes over and fills the bucket, once the bucket was fill though Leon picks it up from the water easily, his fur cloak back on his body and he says softly “Think you can carry my ice ax back?” 

Y/N blushes and she nods as she picks up the ice ax and she says “It's pretty light I thought I would be more heavy.” 

Leon chuckles and says “I brought my light one for you my love.” Y/N blushes and follows Leon back to the village as she starts to sing softly. 

Leon smiles as he listens to his soon to be wife sing, he always found her voice beautiful, after all she's a main singer of the village and when she's not singing she's picking berries or gathering water. 

Leon and Y/N get back to the village around midnight, and he sets the bucket of water near the fire and he holds his hand out to her and he asks  “sleep with me tonight? I can keep you warm.” 

Y/N blushes, and she nods “I would love too.”

[boymanmaletheshequel]

As the hazes of august come in to northwest Washington, I face a stark reminder of the state of our beautiful world. Forests are burning, animals lay charred, trees ignite and smoke chokes out the sun all over the planet. All because a handful of greedy, indescribabley evil copoarations refuse to make less money, even if the price is the future. I mourn for the animals, whose homes are gone and irreparable. I mourn for the humans who love and live and created precious memories in these places that now smolder as black ash. And I feel the rage of the deities of nature, gaias shattered heart, her bruised lungs. Pans screams of anguish upon discovering that his favorite glen is now nothing but charcoal. Artemis’s rage as she discovers the deer she holds as her own reduced to cremated remains, babies and mother alike, victims of a man whose pockets are deeper than his heart. The sun shines ominously orange through the haze, turning antheias beautiful flower garden a rusty orange, and causing demeter’s bees to fall asleep and never wake up, their senses overwhelmed by the smoke pouring from the trees, whose fate perhaps would haven’t not been too unfamiliar otherwise, chopped down to build the homes of rich men who care not wether they stand for a reason. I am hurt, my lungs yes, but moreso my heart. I am a Druid, a witch of the earth and of herbs, a being of the forest and the mountain. I am hurt, and so is the earth. I wish I hand a bandaid big enough to cover the damage caused by those of us who don’t truly care, those of us who see this world as nothing but a pile of resources and meat to rape and devour like rabid dogs. I’m sorry Artemis, I’m sorry pan, Poseidon, antheia, Demeter, Gaia, and too many more to name. I’m sorry we can’t do more to save this home, that we may well loose it to those who never cared for it to begin with, no matter how much it cared for them.

[lavender-jukebox]

I too adore this spider-bot.

Might I request a one-shot where a neutral femme Cybertronian ends up on Earth and caught in Tarantulas’s trap.

But the reader and Tarantulas find something in common and end up on a romantic date

Ofc! Tarantulas my beloved ♥️

I hope you Enjoy!

(I couldn't think of a title 😭)

Welp...this was a sticky situation that you got yourself into.

You've recently landed on earth just over a year ago, and already you're on the hiding from G H.O.S.T. agents and stuff. You thought this planet was gonna be a fresh start finally after the fuck long war, but nah. And to make things even worse? You were stuck in some giant ass web in the middle of a forest.

Scouting for energon was your only goal for the day, but now you're in trouble. Struggling against the webs, you tried to pull away but to no avail. The webs were too thick and strong and the more you squirmed the more you stuck.

"Scrap! Who puts traps in the middle of nowhere?!"

"I do." Said a voice.

The sound of someone else speaking was enough for you to stop moving and look around. You didn't see anyone at first, but a presence was felt, and you looked up to find a giant arachnid hiding up within the tree behind you.

"HOLY S-"

The face to face meeting was enough to make you jump and stumble a little, but to add to your luck, you lost balance and fell fully onto the web on your back.

"Scrap! Really?!" You groaned to yourself.

The spider bot thing seemed to be amused, but it was hard to read due to no expression on his face. It crawled down from the tree it was hiding in and transformed into its robot form. It hovered over you as you laid stuck in the web.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The bot/con/spider asked, in an almost demanding tone.

"I'm y/n. I didn't mean any trouble, really! I'm just looking for some energon." You replied, hoping he would believe you.

The other bot tilted his head as he looked at you, like he was studying you. It was a pause of awkward silence before he spoke once again.

"...you don't look like an autobot...or a deceptiocon either..." he thought outloud.

"Thats because I'm neither. I tried to stay away from the war, not wanting to be dragged into it. It's been going on long enough..." you stated.

He seemed interested in this answer and if he had eyebrows he would've raised one.

"So you're neutral?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to explain it" you answered.

"What about you? Are you a bot or con?" You asked with interest.

"Neither, I suppose I'm like you, neutral" He replied.

You nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, I guess we both can relate to something" you nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a bad joke.

To your surprise, he actually chuckled. He seemed amuse at your joke and a little more interested in getting to know you.

"So y/n, how long have you been hiding here?" He asked.

"Just a bit over a year now. I heard about this planet, but obviously, some issues have not been resolved yet." You sighed.

"Indeed. Some bots don't know when to give up and accept fate." He replied.

"Yeah....But hey. Since I'm not a threat...can you please maybe...?" You gesture to the webs holding you back and he seems to comprehend what you're trying to say right away.

"...I suppose, but if you try something I won't hesitate to harm you." He warned as he used his appendages to release you from the webs.

You stood up to your full height and looked back to him.

"Thank you...uhm. what's your name?"

"Oh, apologies. My name is Tarantulas" He replied.

"Ah, nice to meet you, Tarantulas. If you're not busy...maybe we can go scout for energon together? I'm assuming you're also on the run due to traps being everywhere."

Tarantulas head tilted up in suprise as he looked at your face for any signs of trickery or evil intentions, but he found none.

"If it makes it easier...you can come with me to my lair for some energon. It's safer and hidden so we won't have to worry." He suggested. If you listened really carefully you could almost find a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Giving a kind smile towards him, you extend your hand gently towards him and nod.

"Id like that." You replied.

His frame relaxed slightly as he took your hand and began walking towards his lair. The two of you walked together, and now you had someone who you could trust, and someone who was as neutral as you, and more importantly, you wouldn't be alone anymore.

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[waeirfaahl]

Another random thoughts about the behavior of the fallen fragment

Okay, although I many times discussed about many aspects of Aku and the place of his birth (the fallen fragment aka the black lake aka the bowels of hate etc), there's still something what I manage to notice during rewatching.

Plus, in this post I kinda will discuss some conclusions that probably were widely accepted. At least, back in 2016 (I guess) I heard some of these theories. I never cared about fan-theories, but I heard about them and was confused.

My personal thoughts I already mentioned here, here, here, for example, and explained some "unusual" elements from basic biology perspective, but in summary — the large black creature was killed by three gods, its the almost-dead fragment fell on Earth and lived in the one specific area, and it hated intruders (humans, of course), so it drowned and devoured them (if they don't run away from its territory), also using large spikes as a defensive tool against these intruders, and after Emperor used to "destroy the evil" some unexplained poison, it instead gave the life to Aku. And his behavior after birth and awakening (and also the fact that he has no idea about the three alien gods and their weapons that killed Aku's ancestor, and Aku never mentions that he fought them in the past etc — and these aspects debunk the overcomplicated bullsh*t like "Aku is a reborn version of the black entity or he was this black entity, the arrow just gave to him the form/face/personality/mind" that was never even hinted in the show at all) confirm that Aku is the new creature, the accidental creation of Emperor. Some people can argue like "But he said that the poisoned arrow sat him free!". Well, from what I know, the line "to set free" also often can be used in metaphorical way (in this case "to give the life and freedom").

Plus, if Aku allegedly "was released" from some "prison", what was holding him back in the black lake? It was literally the fragment, the part of the large black entity, so where's the logic? The fragment simply fell on Earth and... just existed in one specific area, it didn't grow and didn't devour the planet. The three alien gods don't mention that "the evil became free" or whatever (and if the alien gods killed the large black creature, why they would ever imprison its tiny shred instead of killing? or why would they ever imprison this thing on Earth instead of some deep areas of space, how it happened with Cronus?).

Plus, if Aku allegedly was imprisoned all this time, why he was able to create big spikes (also what's the point to create this defensive "spiky forest", if "nothing can harm him"?) and to dry out everything around him (and even far from him) instead of being harmless small black puddle or tree?

Same thing with the three gods' words "The Evil has ressurrected in your world" or whatever — if it was dead previously all this time, why it was able to create spikes? And why the solar eclipses, that clearly happened million times during these centuries, had absolutely no effect on him? They simply don't consider Aku as a separate living being, only as a "shred of evil/darkness". And if Aku existed all this time and allegedly was imprisoned, what's the point to kill Emperor's army, if "nothing can harm him", so Aku still could kill them all easy after jumping out of the black lake? Or why he never tried to speak with humans and to ask them to help him to become free from this? Like, he could simply "write" on the ground or with using spikes something like "I'm sorry for the ruined lawn, help me please, and I'll remove these scary thorns! I'm a human/kind forest spirit, who was trapped here! Help me!". Plus, if the black lake had goal exactly to eat everything — more sense to hide spikes and all "creepy" traits and to pretend to be something more or less harmless. Like, just to hide under the ground or grass, waiting the prey (humans), and to drown and to devour them all of them during the night, again hiding under the grass and the ground. That's also why I think that the black lake simply wanted to be left alone and hated stubborn humans, which still wanted to live near this dangerous thing on its territory. The thing that caused this post is the one specific shot in 5 season. Although "Birth of Evil" dilogy and 1 episode 1 season demonstrated rivers near Jack's kingdom,

5 season makes the huge blooper — for some reason the river goes toward the wasteland with the black lake. For some reason... Not to mention that the design of the castle in Jack's flashback in 9 episode of 5 season is actually the design of the castle in "The Birth of Evil", i.e. in 1 episode of 1 season the castle had different design...

But this aspect gave me some thoughts. Since there is a river here, and since people lived here, they also obviously made wells to get drinking water.

The fragment created both these defensive spikes, and in the cracks it created there was also liquid blackness (which dried up and burned everything in its path in the canon of the classic seasons, as well as Aku himself is deadly poisonous creature with petroleum-acidic blood in the classic seasons) — that means that blackness could get into both the river and drinking wells. Of course, it didn't, but let's assume and imagine the possibility of this. First of all, if Aku allegedly existed before the poisoned arrow and just tried to free himself, then… it would be beneficial for him then to ensure that his tiny black parts from the black lake got into the water in the river and wells, and some human drank the black blood and became infected with Aku's blood and was completely consumed by Aku's blood — that's your long-awaited freedom! The tiny part has been freed and will soon be able to free the rest of the black lake.

No problems and restrictions! Only sharp mind! And second, certain aspects also debunk the bullsh*t from 5 season such as the cult or "a female human birthed hybrids from demonic blood" or "a human drank the demonic blood, somehow survived after this and got its power". If you want to read, how I roast and destroy this bullsh*t from 5 season, read here and here, now I'll mention the new aspects. If we keep in mind the idea of "the black essense could go into rivers or wells during these centuries", then by the logic of 5 season, even before Aku was born, this whole area would be teeming with hybrid mutants, born of mortals (animals and women), who accidentally drank this stuff from rivers or wells, or they would just be people with demonic power, whom the black lake would not perceive as a threat that needs to be eliminated — or the black lake even would controll all of them. So, yeah, that's how 5 season breaks the logic and the canon of the classic seasons.

I guess, Aku needs a vacation to relax. Because now he is like Nick Wild after Judy caught him for felony tax evasions... P.S. (UPD) I also can not for the life of me understand, where "Aku became sentient" fan-theory comes from. It has no hints in the show, Aku's behavior debunks this theory, it contradicts thematically to "Wanted to kill, but the poison did the opposite thing, i.e. gave the life" (and it makes zero sense then to name the dilogy as "The Birth of Evil"), as well as, again, Aku has NO memories about the three alien gods and their weapons. Not to mention that the giant creature already took various forms and could make hands etc (the scene in the space as an example), so it could take any animalistic form and leave the valley/wasteland or banish humans, simply chasing and scaring them. And the most subtle detail as a proof — the black entity and the fragment perfectly saw everything around them —then why on Earth Aku would be with closed eyes and felt uncomfortable due to the brightness, so he called clouds to make sun light softer and less bright, if he allegedly was the fragment or the black entity? Aku is a separate and the new creature. Hence Aku was born exactly due to the poisoned arrow. Period.

[trash----panda]

(guys pls i spent 30 minutes writing this)

Dione are a race of aliens dedicated to science, they are currently an open species. Residing on Nio.

This is Alder, Alder is a Dione, from the continent "Valis", you can tell by his smaller coat and blue/green/lime/grey/silver coloring, making him much better suited for the forest continent. If he were from the ice continent he would be closer to white/black/cream/baby blue with more markings and fur to help him blend in, as well as his ears would be perked instead of floppy.

Alder here has webbed digits like all the Dione and floppy ears. His head crest are made of a hard bone plating to protect his brain when he is hunting. The points can go in any direction but most commonly point back, they never have more than 5 points.

Dione's paw pads are sticky, helping these amphibious critters grab items under water. They've even started using this organ to climb trees and walls, it works like a gecko's pad.

Alder here is a tall pup, most Dione only up to his chest, he was given proper nutrition at the institute, promoting healthy growth.

The mask Alder wears is provided by the Institute, an organization dedicated to improving life on Nio, they make the masks as well as are in charge of schooling and nurture of young pups. The masks themself are there to provide comfort to other species interacting with Dione, since they lack facial expression it emotes for them. Unlike a simple screen the mask is made up of a cybernetic mesh that also strengthens and processes electrical signals, like a pair of glasses for Dione. (The institute isn't evil, promise).

The institute is responsible for jobs, once pups reach 18 they are tested to see if they can go on voyages (sent into space). These voyages are usually for study, abduction, and dissection of new species on other planets, only the pups with scores higher than 80 are permitted. If a pup is contaminated or interacts with an intelligent species not on the allowed list, they will be locked out of their ship controls and abandoned. Earth is considered out of bounds as the life there appears extremely violent, avoid interaction at all cost.

The test can be pretty stressful so they are allowed their visors, as most arent dumb enough to cheat, if you cheat you are probably going to end up stranded on whatever planet you landed on. Alder is one of the few dumb enough to cheat...

Dione have 6 organs on their face, the top two being a hole, it clicks to aid their echolocation, it can only click unless a deformity morphs it's sound into more of a whistle or hiss.

The middle two are filled with a jelly-like substance, this substance receives and processes the electrical signals that they pick up, like a platypus, it helps them to see the difference between living and non-living.

The bottom is their nostrils, it's what it sounds like, they have a pretty decent sense of smell.

Dione have 2 mouths and 2 stomachs, their normal mouth, located on the chest, has access to both stomachs while the tail mouth only goes to storage. Though they evolved it to hold excess food they now use it just to store valuable items they enjoy, as it has less moisture and wont damage most equipment.

Alder has provided a photo of his home in Valis and has requested i share it with you all, please be nice to him he is bad at taking pictures

So remember my Dione friends, DO NOT, cheat on the test, or else you'll ended up stranded, hungry, and alone with only the local fauna to keep you company. Have fun.

[bluewavesofchange]

The guardians of the Pharaoh.

I don't own Yugioh or it's characters.

Chapter 1

Many have lived their lives with the obvious delusion that life is a spectacular and mesmerising thing to wonder through. Brought into this world as a small, fragile, yet beautiful infant who has a warm hearted, loving and beyond beautiful mother. Whose eyes are bejewelled with a light that scare away any evil in your precious little heart. And don't forget her humble smile, her lips curved into a perfect crescent moon that gives passage to softly spoken words such as 'I love you' in a voice that's calm and subtle, like the gentle breeze of an Autumn morning. And beside her is a father. A powerful yet meek man whose firm yet welcoming grip brought you up over the many years, a man who guided you over the unpredictable, treacherous and hard road of life. Always there to catch you when you stumble and break down. His unforgettable words, spoken in a humble tone but still coated in love...if only that were true for me...

 

I had the misfortune of being brought into the cruel, withering and cold piece of hell screaming, alone and afraid. The woman, who sadly carried me in her doomed body for 9 long months, was released from her mortal existence mere moments before I was pulled out of the warm, protective womb where I was created, into the hell that is called the world. The man, who was supposedly married to the now empty and lifeless woman, a man whom I was supposed to call father, a coward who left behind a small, vulnerable baby girl...he left her lying in the incubator...alone...nameless...unwanted...afraid...a nothing with no one to hold her as her terrified and glass shattering broken screams and cries echoed throughout the chilling white halls of the hospital that stood short amongst the square giants that formed the brightly lit city. Its crowded streets and busy roads, the load hooting of taxi's, the busy and singled minded people shouting their lungs out, dulled out the heart broken cries of the abandoned and neglected little girl...the broken cries of a confused and trembling little me...

 

...learning at only an hour old...

 

...what loneliness and brokenness really was...

 

The doctors said I was born a tiny baby, small enough to fit into a handbag like those barking rats the celebrities prance around with. I was born with skin whiter than the first snowflake of winter and smoother than a porcelain doll. Dark wavy curls covered my scalp, each gentle curl facing a different direction like a bunch of waddling penguins. Born with a small mouth, it was hard to believe that something so tiny could produce such an ear bursting sound. And the eyes...the kind, small and skinny nurse who had taken care of me, said she had never seen such eyes before...a deep blue shade that could have been mistaken for sapphires. These two orbs of beauty that held such innocence and purity...also held so much hurt and agony at such a tender age...already knowing that the world was a cruel place...that the spiked claws of darkness and despair would always try to snuff out the light of happiness and goodness...dragging away everything you have...until you are completely alone...like me...

 

I was left at an orphanage a week after I was born and given the name Lillian. The place was cold like everything else on this retched planet. The walls were covered in scarlet red wallpaper that was already peeling from years of clinging to the hollow wooden walls. The floors were puzzled over by brown and grey tiles, several being missing or cracked or shattered. The ceiling had more mold and stains on it than an ancient tree in the rain forest. The smell was terrible due to the other orphans never cleaning properly and the smell of rotten eggs and urine was always around us. We were stuffed into any room that had even a crumb of space, sleeping on rotten old mattresses that were donated who knows when, some not even fitting on the rusted metal bed frames that cradled them...but that's not even the worst part...

 

The worst part was the other kids I had to stay with. I don't think some of them had a single good bone in their bodies. The oldest kid was always the one in charge. And that was Markiato. He was 13, never was considered for adoption, not once because of what a jerk he was to everyone. He had filthy blond hair that I don't think was ever washed. He carried around an old baseball bat that he used to install fear in everyone. He was tanned or should I rather say he was sun burned with dark brown eyes that dug out your soul and filled you with terror whenever he glared at you. Not to mention he was basically a giant, tallest kid in the orphanage and leader of the "B.O.B", that stood for "Bad Orphan Boys". Creative, I know. They were a group of boys that followed him around like he was a fricking king. They did whatever he said and beat up anyone they didn't like. I guess they must have really hated me, because ever since I got there, I had been their punching bag. And you would have thought that the caretakers of the orphanage would have done something about this. Maybe they could have stopped the older kids from beating the crap out of us but no. Whenever someone went to go complain about getting hurt or their stuff being taken away, the care takers would just shove them away and told them to go play or that it was just part of growing up. Yeah, it’s part of growing up to have someone hit you in the stomach with a bat and then beat you as you fall to the ground...

 

...the only time we were somewhat safe was when they sent us to school...

 

...but even that place had its list of problems and horrors...

 

...if it wasn't the kids at the orphanage beating us up...

 

...it would be the kids at school...

 

But there was a time when my life at that hell hole was actually good. I was 9 years old when I first really experienced happiness. The day was like any other day, winter was coming to an end, the snow had started to melt some time ago and the weather was still extremely cold. The paper thin blankets that had more holes than Swiss cheese and smelled worse than a public bathroom at a train station was the only source of warmth we got.

I was sitting on the bench by the window between two bare and leafless bushes, starring down at the dead and dusty ground, hugging my faded lavender sweater tightly to keep warm. It's not that I ever minded the cold, but it helped me feel less lonely somehow. The sound of the creaking gate that stood at the front of the orphanage was heard and the other kids rushed towards it. This could only mean one of two things...new arrivals had come or someone was coming to adopt. It wasn't odd that we got new kids arriving a few times a week; it was the fact that there were so little of us leaving this horrible place. I guessed nobody really wanted kids these days. Sighing, I got up from my seat and headed to the gate with the others to see what was going on. I had already given up hope of getting adopted. Too many times had families come looking for a child and they would just look me over. Maybe there was something wrong with me...I really was unwanted...even around the orphanage everyone called me "Lonely Lilly"...cause nobody wanted to come near me and I was always seen sitting by myself...

 

As I reached the gate, the other kids had started heading back to the playground already, clearly disappointed. I guess that meant that no one was here to adopt. I saw the two boys that had arrived. The tall one had brown chestnut hair and sweet blue eyes. He wore a yellow button-up shirt with a blue pullover, plain black jeans and a pair of white sneakers. The smaller boy that stood beside him had raven black long messy hair and soft grey eyes. He wore a green button-up shirt, grey shorts and a pair of purple trainers with knee high socks. They didn't talk to anyone as one of the caretakers led them into the building to show them around and assign them a room. I headed back to the lonely little bench by the window, thinking of the two boys that had arrived. They were most likely brothers considering they both arrived at together and looked, well a little alike I guess. Were they abandoned like me or did their parents pass away? Or did their parents do something bad and now they have to stay here? Why did I even care? Not like it really mattered to me what the story was with each kid that came and went from this place. Most of the time, the others left me alone and that was just fine with me. I didn't need anyone and didn't want anyone...I was fine with being alone...because that's all I would ever be.

 

A few hours passed and I was still sitting in my usually place when Markiato and his gang of mindless idiots came to pester me. Markiato stood in front of the others, holding that stupid bat under his right arm as he sneered down at me, making me shudder.

 

"Well, well...if it isn't little lonely Lilly."

 

He said with a chuckle, I hugged myself defensively, not wanting to aggravate him in case he tried to smash my skull in with his wooded beating stick.

 

"What do you want Markiato?"

 

I stuttered as I stared down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with the mammoth in front of me.

 

"Just wanted to spend a little time with my favourite little loser..."

 

He kept grinning as he reached out to lift my chin, making me look right into those horrible eyes. I quickly hit his hand away and got up keeping my gaze away from the rest of the boys.

 

"Just go away Markiato..."

 

I spoke softly as I turned to quickly leave but found myself surrounded by the rest of his menacing gang. Looking around as fear started to build inside me as I could find no way out of the circle of boys surrounding me. Each one having a nasty smile on their unwashed faces. Markiato slowly approached me again, grabbing hold of my jersey collar and pulled me towards him. The smell of onion rings and fish leaked from his mouth as he smirked at me, his yellow teeth fitting precisely in the frame of his lips. Instantly I began to feel sick.

 

"Now why would I go away? We're just having some fun right? Besides you seemed so lonely sitting here all by yourself."

 

Snickering as he spoke, I tried to pull free from his iron grip but it was no use. He saw me struggle and the impending fear that was growing within me as I began to tremble. Shoving me hard onto the cold hard ground and dirtying my jersey in the process. My eyes filled with tears of pain and fear as I lifted myself up with my arms, shaking as I stared at the ground watching the shadows of the boys around me. Twirling the bat in his hand, I could see him looking around at the other boys...

 

"You know fellas...maybe we should put her out of her misery? Send her back to where she came from..."

 

He slowly circled me, still twirling the bat mockingly before reaching down, his empty crusty hand grabbing my hair and pulling me up. Letting out a cry of pain, I grabbed his wrist, trying to ease the sudden burst of pain on my scalp.

 

"Pl-please st-stop!"

 

I yelled at him before he threw me to the ground again, landing face first in the dirt and scrapping my cheek. I weakly tried to hold myself up again, my hair falling over my face as a tear ran down my cheek, listening to the other kids laughing and mock me...I wanted to die right there and then...I just couldn't take it anymore...I wanted it all to stop...I wanted it all to just...go...away...

 

Just as Markiato raised the bat over his head to strike me, I knew nobody would come help me...nobody cared about me...I closed my eyes...waiting for the pain to come...when...

 

..."Leave her alone!"...

 

I heard someone calling from a distance followed by the sound of someone running towards us. Slowly I opened my eyes, glancing up ever so slightly at who was coming. And I was astounded to see that the boy who had arrived a few hours ago, sprinting towards me with his brother not far behind him. Markiato and the other boys turned towards him as he stopped just a few feet in front of the circle of boys. The blond beast started chuckling,

 

"Well, well, what do we have here? Prince charming coming to save his pathetic excuse of a princess?"

 

The boys began to laugh as I just looked back down at the ground.

 

"I said leave her alone. Go back to playing king of the idiots you freak."

 

The yellow shirted boy said as he took another step forward, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The others went silent, their expressions becoming shocked. What was he doing? Did he want to get himself killed? Markiato tightened the grip on his bat.

 

"What did you just call me runt?" he growled through his teeth.

 

The kid didn't even flinch or look scared of the towering bully in front of him.

 

"I called you a big fat freak..."

 

…and with that said, he slammed his fist into Markiato's stomach, causing the taller boy to fall over like an old oak tree being cut down. And dropping the baseball bat that he held in the process. The boys standing around me looked at the kid slightly frighten as he had just taken down their so called mighty leader. Quickly they ran away like a flock of pigeons flying away after being chase by a small child, leaving behind their fallen comrade.

 

The boy slowly approached me; I kept my gaze down, not really knowing what to do...

 

..."Hey are you ok?"...

 

...I looked up to see him kneeling in front of me, with his hand stretched out to me, offering to help me up. Still scared, I took his hand, not really knowing why I trusted this kid. He got up helping me up as I muttered softly, "I-I'm fine..." He noticed the scrape on my cheek, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped away the dirt surrounding the wound. I whimpered softly, pulling back slightly at the contact of the fabric on my raw skin.

 

"Hey, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you."

 

He said in a soft spoken voice as he smiled at me. He reached out a second time and this time I didn't pull away, letting him clean my cheek...

 

"Th-thank you...for saving me...even though you didn't have to..." I spoke shyly as I kept my gaze away from his.

 

"It's ok. I just don't like seeing people pick on those weaker than themselves."

 

He said with a smile. Blushing at the comment, I looked up, glaring at him slightly, "Are you saying I'm weak?"

 

He chuckled and kept smiling that stupid smile,

 

"No. I'm just saying I don't like seeing people getting bullied. Especially if it's a cute girl."

 

I could have sworn I saw him blush too, making me giggle for a bit before going silent again, realizing his hand was still on my cheek. He must have noticed this too as he quickly retracted his hand away from my face. It felt weird...to have someone care about you...it felt good...almost enough to make me smile...

 

..."So what's your name?" he asked...

 

...not many of the other kids in the orphanage really knew my name...besides those who picked on me...

 

..."Um...I'm L-Lillian..." I answered shyly...

 

"Lillian? That's a pretty name."

 

The small boy that stood behind his brother answered with a sweet smile,

 

"I'm Mokuba and this is my big brother Seto. Hey wanna be friends with us? My big brother can keep you safe from the kids who bully you..."

 

...friends...

 

...nobody had ever wanted to be friends with me...let alone wants be around me...

 

Before I could even answer him, Mokuba grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the red and yellow swing set, Seto following close behind us. We spent the afternoon playing together and many days after that. We became close, Seto taught me how to play chess, while Mokuba taught me how to be a kid. I was never kid actually. I mostly spent my days lost in thought instead of playing. I had friends for the first time in my petty little life and for the first time I could actually truly smile and laugh. They had welcomed me into their lives without a second thought and they accepted me for who I was and they cared about me, and soon I came to care about them just the same.

 

For the first time in a very long time I felt something warm with in my heart...I felt...happy in some way...I felt like maybe...just maybe there was hope for me. That maybe I wasn't meant to be alone forever. Mokuba and Seto had given me something much more than just their friendship...they had given me hope, hope that I had long since been forgotten. Hope that my life would become better; a hope that someday I would get adopted and would find a family that loved me and that would take care of me.

[adventure-showdown]

What is the greatest Doctor Who story ever told?

Wow, we are now down to a measly 256 stories

as before everything has been put into groups of 32 (as fairly as i can manage). Every day I will post the matches for one group, with Friday's off. At the end of the round groups will be paired up and mashed together to do it all again. That means the order the matches below are listed in has no baring on what they'll be against next round

You can still submit propaganda for posts here

ROUND 1 ROUND 2

ROUND 3

Day 8

Death of the Doctor vs Miracle Day

For Tonight We Might Die vs Small Worlds

A Day in the Death vs The Mark of the Berserker

Day of the Clown vs The Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith

K9 and Company vs The Nightmare Man

Adam vs Ghost Machine

Everything Changes vs Reset

Exit Wounds vs Children of Earth

The Curse of Anubis vs Dream-Eaters

Out of Time vs Detained

The Curse of Clyde Langer vs Co-Owner of a Lonely Heart/Brave-ish Heart

Fragemnts vs Captain Jack Harkness

The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith vs The Custodians

Dead Man Walking vs Countrycide

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang vs Goodbye, Sarah-Jane Smith

Fear itself vs The Metaphysical Engine or What Quill Did

previous and future days under the cut - unfortunately i will have to get rid of the links after each day because there will be too many and the post will break, however they will all be tagged #round 3 (I think this is the last round I'll have to do this)

Day 1

The War Games vs The Gunfighters

The Daleks vs The Edge of Destruction

The Romans vs The Sea Devils

The Invasion vs The Time Meddler

The Green Death vs The Daleks' Master Plan

The Curse of Peladon vs The Aztecs

Terror of the Autons vs The Web of Fear

The Chase vs The Enemy of the World

The Daemons vs An Unearthly Child

The Power of the Daleks vs The Time Monster

The Dalek Invasion of Earth vs The Macra Terror

The Ark in Space vs Inferno

The Three Doctors vs The Evil of the Daleks

The Horns of Nimon vs The Tenth Planet

Spearhead from Space vs Dr Who and the Silurians

The Sensorites vs The Mind Robber

Day 2

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances vs Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel

Day of the Doctor vs The Stolen Earth/Journey's End

Partners in Crime vs Gridlock

A Good Man Goes to War vs Turn Left

Blink vs Amy's Choice

Planet of the Ood vs The Runaway Bride

Utopia vs The End of the World

The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone vs Dalek

Midnight vs The Doctor's Daughter

The God Complex vs Smith and Jones

The Eleventh Hour vs The Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords

The Girl Who Waited ve Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead vs The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon

Father's Day vs Fires of Pompeii

The Waters of Mars vs The Doctor's Wife

The Beast Below vs Vincent and the Doctor

Day 3

The Fifth Citadel vs The Scarlet Empress

Camera Obscura vs The Book of the War

Lungbarrow vs The Cars that Ate London

Unnatural History vs Vampire Science

Mad Dogs and Englishmen vs The Creeping Death

The Eleven Day Empire/The Shadow Play vs A Photograph to Remember

The Scorchies vs Alien Bodies

The Forgotten Village vs I am the Master

A Full Life vs Interference

Living Legend vs Solitaire

The Year of Intelligent Tigers vs Human Nature

Peri and the Piscon Paradox vs No Place

The Lumiat vs Rhys and Ianto's Excellent Barbecue

Square One vs Gallifrey IV

The Last Post vs Death and the Queen

The Adventuress of Henrietta Street vs The Bekdel Test

Day 4

posted alongside day 3 to catchup on an earlier missed day

City of Death vs Trial of Time Lord

The Keeper of Traken vs The Brain of Morbius

Earthshock vs Castrovalva

Planet of Fire vs Survival

Enlightenment vs Paradise Towers

The Mark of the Rani vs State of Decay

The Pirate Planet vs Battlefield

The Key to Time vs Remembrance of the Daleks

The Curse of Fenric vs Warriors' Gate

Snakedance vs The Face of Evil

Horror of Fang Rock vs The Stones of Blood

The Deadly Assassin vs The Robots of Death

Genesis of the Daleks vs Mawdryn Undead

Vengeance on Varos vs The Five Doctors

Logopolis vs Ghost Light

The Androids of Tara vs The Caves of Androzani

Day 5

Whatever Happened to Sarah-Jane vs The Halloween Apocalypse

Listen vs Hell Bent

The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang vs Under the Lake/Before the Flood

Last Christmas vs The Pilot

Mummy on the Orient Express vs War of the Sontarans

Village of the Angels vs Oxygen

Dark Water/Death in Heaven vs Time Heist

Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror vs Husbands of River Song

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs It Takes You Away

Spyfall vs The Haunting of Villa Diodati

Flatline vs Eve of the Daleks

The Woman Who Fell to Earth vs The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar

Thin Ice vs Fugitive of the Judoon

The Power of the Doctor vs Demons of the Punjab

Face the Raven vs Extremis

Flux vs Heaven Sent

Day 6

Time Crash vs Space/Time

Unnatural Selection vs Shada (webcast with 8)

Space in Dimension Relative and Time vs Doctorin' the TARDIS

Farewell, Sarah-Jane vs P.S.

Downtime vs Dr Who and the Daleks

The Flood vs Old Friends

Nothing at the End of the Lane vs Dalek Weetabix advert

The Land of Happy Endings vs An Adventure in Space and Time

Night of the Doctor vs Step Into the 80s/On Through the 80s

12 Doctors 12 Stories vs Pond Life

Merry Christmas Doctor Who vs Clara and the TARDIS

Shada (animated reconstruction) vs The Zero Imperative

The Star Beast vs Dimensions in TIme

The Room with All the Doors vs Scream of the Shalka

The Devil of Winterborne vs The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot

The Terror Game vs The Curse of Fatal Death

Day 7

The Chimes of Midnight vs The Company of Friends: Izzy's Story

The Red Lady vs Albie's Angels

Absent Friends vs The Holy Terror

Ship in a Bottle vs The Kingmaker

Scherzo vs Jubilee

The Greatest Show in the Galaxt vs UNIT Dating

Storm Warning vs Human Resources

Seasons of Fear vs Day of the Master

To the Death vs Dragonfire

The Love Vampires vs Zagreus

Horror of Glam Rock vs The Natural History of Fear

Neverland vs Caerdroia

Doctor Who and the Pirates vs Robophobia

The Marian Conspiracy vs The Silver Turk

Better Watch Out/Fairytale in Salzburg vs The Happiness Patrol

The Grey Man in the Mountain vs A Death in the Family

[qvrcll]

contains: angst + just a brain storm / character analysis (if you squint) really — ☆

character: jake sully 𓂃୭̥

i’m not sure if someone has already spoken about this but to imagine the unmitigated terror coursing through jake in this moment, humanity’s hark back of greed, is horrifying to digest.

one minute, he’s counting the various kisses of luminance on his mate’s skin, listening to her breathing echo through his skin and count her breaths for life — and the next, the sky is littered with light. with flame. with heat. the escape to the forest must’ve been gruelling, ignoring the stark bite of wood and stone as the two of them skirt away from the site of the descending airship — the look of pure defeat and anguish on jake’s aged, wrinkle eaten face that he’d fathered all these many years from, as he sees the object of his abhorrence situate itself on this planet once more.

he remembers the inhumane groan and tear of the metal, eating at the green even though it was dead. many of them, trampling through the colourful fauna and livelihood and breathings — he almost doesn’t know if he wants to cry or laugh at the thought. its so innately evil, to destroy this form of breath, he thinks. had they learnt nothing?

and whilst he drapes his arms across his mate, rattling with her torn cries and watching the flames blemish the blue of his home, do you think he felt anger? or sadness? or some emptiness of losing part of this new life again, so fast? do you think the wind felt the hurt too? tried to provide a breeze for the scathe the mother had sustained? do you think she cried back?

and when he limps home on foot, barely holding himself and his mate together — do you think the pieces stuck by themselves? do you he made a promise to himself, the dead as a witness? do you think the only thought wracking his mind were his poor children, home as of now, immune to the hurt numbing his veins? how he would need to shape them a new life across some horizon that wasn’t burning, so their skin was uncluttered by his bruises and his sins? did he bite his cheek and muffle his cries and pensively beg to ewya on his own two feet, like all those years ago?

do you think he thought he lost it all for nothing again?

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[average-transdalorian]

Just saw a bad take about The Acolyte episode 3 and I want to talk about it (but am making my own post because I don’t want to start Drama on op’s post)

Spoilers for episode 3 By The Way

That’s an accurate summary, yeah

A: she wanted kids. Like many real life people do for many many reasons. Someone wanting kids. Isn’t bad writing. Or a plot hole. It’s a thing that happens

Or perhaps B: she needed to make sure that her coven was able to create a next generation to carry on their tradition; the episode does tell you to your face that there are no other children there, and haven’t been since before Mae and Osha were born. Why that is, we don’t know, but I’m going to guess it’s related to the Jedi’s Mildly Tense response to the coven training children, as well as their powers potentially being dark. Regardless, we get that having these children to raise and train is Important to the coven, and it reads to me as a sort of proof-of-concept that they could do more

You’re right that the episode doesn’t outright tell us this. Thankfully, The Acolyte doesn’t exist in a vacuum! Let’s look at the wider Star Wars universe to see why this might be, shall we?

1. Osha very strongly parallels Anakin. As a kid, Anakin was told that the Jedi were bastions of peace, justice, and goodness, and that they had the power to free the slaves; that’s why he wanted to become one. Mother Aniseya acknowledges the Jedi’s power herself, and while she seems to have a mildly disdainful view of them, she doesn’t seem to think that they’re evil. It stands to reason that she told the twins stories about the Jedi doing good, as well as stories about the Jedi doing bad. She’s okay enough with the Jedi to let Osha join them if it’s what she truly wants, so she clearly doesn’t think the Jedi are awful/evil/horrible

2. The Force. We know that the Force can guide Force-sensitives to certain paths through feelings of “rightness,” that’s like. A basic thing it does. It could’ve simply felt Right to Osha to say that she wants to be a Jedi, that’s something that makes sense in-universe

Both of these also make sense when we look at Osha’s notebook; she was drawing the Jedi’s insignia before this episode takes place, so she probably had reason to want to be a Jedi then as well

The episode does actually straight up tell us this one. Mae’s whole schtick is that she wants to live the same life as Osha. The whole “I share everything with you, why won’t you share everything with me?” Or their “One soul two bodies” thing that Mae is a lot more into than Osha. That seems to be one of the two central differences between Mae and Osha, really. Osha wants her own life, Mae wants a shared life. As for how that goes to “I’ll kill you,” well. First of all, children aren’t really known for their great emotional processing. Mae is hurt by Osha’s want to go to the Jedi (because she sees it as Osha wanting to leave her specifically), gets very angry, and says things she later regrets. As children do. On top of that, we know that the twins are both in touch with the Force at this point, and Mae has already been leaning a bit towards more selfish (dark) actions (see: her doing something that makes the butterfly thing more uncomfortable than what Osha did, then Osha complaining about how Mae “always does this” at the beginning of the episode), and it is a canonical fact that the Dark alters your thought processes, and makes extreme options seem more reasonable and makes you feel selfishness and anger (for example) more. Prepubescence + Dark side influence = extreme threat and action, it’s. Really not a difficult equation

It’s

Built

Not

Hewn. I’m sure parts of it were carved out of the mountain, but there’s plenty of (flammable) wood paneling to cause a big fire, and it makes sense for the structure to be made out of largely wood, as Brendock is a forested planet, and the coven doesn’t seem to have much contact with outsiders. Sure, there are a few sections that seem to have had excessive fire, but I’m guessing that that’s going to be part of the whole murder mystery schtick that they’ve got going on that’s going to be revealed more later

That’s correct! We don’t know how! The series is a murder mystery, and the mystery is “how did all of the coven die like that”! You’re pointing out one of the things that will be relevant later!

We do actually have an idea! The Jedi of the Prequels have suffered from nearly a millennia of decline. They are fewer in numbers, and missions are more dangerous, than they were during the High Republic, y’know, the era that the show takes place in? And those numbers do match with what we’ve seen so far of this era’s Jedi! Jecki’s first mission is when she’s 18. A master, a knight, and a padawan were sent to investigate an attempted murder in a Jedi temple. The Jedi of this era are more cautious, and have more resources, and as such, can commit more people to missions, particularly ones involving another Force-sensitive sect that isn’t committed to the Light. Also, it wasn’t three Masters; Sol seems to be a Knight at the time, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Indara was too (any Jedi not identifiably a Padawan is called Master Jedi by outsiders, that’s a consistent form of address). One Master, two Knights, and a Padawan (or two Masters one Knight and a Padawan) sent to investigate a coven really doesn’t sound like overkill to me

(Hold on I’ve hit image limit will continue in rb)

[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 2 replay, Zaeed’s loyalty mission:

-Now’s a good time to contrast Kasumi and Zaeed.

They’re both DLC companions. Kasumi is paragon aligned, Zaeed is renegade aligned.

This is reflected in their loyalty missions – Kasumi’s is to infiltrate the scum of humanity to retrieve the memento of her murdered lover.

Zaeed sets fire to a refinery full of innocent people he was hired to save so he can pursue revenge.

-What’s most notable here is Bioware breaking from the dichotomy of male paragon/female renegade that they’ve had with prior pairs of human companions.*

As others may have raised, it’s possible that with the prior human companions the assumption was women were more likely play paragon, so their love interest (Kaidan, Jacob) should be paragon as well.

Men were assumed more likely to play renegade, so they’re love interests should correspondingly be renegade (Ashley, Miranda). Jack can also be thrown in here, although she’s not paired with another male human.

Since neither Kasumi nor Zaeed are love interests, they’re not obligated to follow the established pattern.

*I’m not including Liara, Garrus, or Thane in this discussion as they’re non-human. However, it would be interesting to dive into more detail about how mshep in ME1 has a paragon and renegade love interest, but femshep only has paragon love interests.

-Ah, the joys of planet scanning in ME2. It makes me wish I played on PC so I could install the mode that retrieves all minerals with one probe.

-Blue Suns are essentially the de facto government of Zorya as well.

Between this and Omega, I take it they’re a mercenary group aspiring to go into politics.

-Zorya looks like your average forest.

While I love that the quests in ME2 have unique environments, I mourn how all the worlds are very Earth like.

ME1 had many unique, alien settings. ME2 settings typically look like they could take place somewhere on Earth.

-Aaand it has pyjacks. I think by the end of ME2 they can be considered as invasive a species as tribbles.

Also, pyjacks are definitely what the food stall on Omega was selling. But how did it find pyjacks so big? Many were human sized; the in game model is a small monkey.

-It’s obvious the loyalty missions were not designed with a second companion in mind. In some the second companion has only one or two lines, in others none.

I took Garrus with me the first time I did Zaeed’s loyalty mission. Do you really think Garrus would remain silent as Zaeed talks about being betrayed by his men? Or that Mordin would be chill with leaving the refinery works to burn to death?

I wonder if at one point the assumption was the loyalty missions would only be you and the squad member, but later in development they let you take another companion to keep the fights more manageable.

-As numerous others have said, Zaeed and another human starting a galactic wide mercenary group twenty years ago, less than a decade after first contact, is ridiculous.

For the sake of my sanity, I will treat this like humans creating medi-gel. Zaeed and Vido started a chapter of the Blue Suns together. Maybe the first human chapter, and that’s why it’s so notable.

(I also have issues with the fact that all three notable mercenary groups in ME2 and ME3 were started quite recently in the Mass Effect timeline, but we’ll come back to that when we get all the codex entries for them.)

-Once again batarians are all villainized as evil. Vido hired them because they were cheaper; Zaeed called them terrorists.

I wouldn’t mind this treatment of batarians so much if the game ever played with it. Yes, treat a group as one dimensional at first, then later on show how they’re three dimensional. Make the protagonist face their own prejudices and move past them.

Or in a game like Mass Effect, fail to do so – and make that have consequences.

Neither happens, other than a possible minor loss of war assets in ME3.

As others have said, given the huge roster in ME2 the lack of a batarian party member is a missed opportunity.

-When confronting Vido, the framing of how Zaeed looks at the gas valve is similar to how the game frames an object just before giving you a paragon/renegade interrupt for it.

And just like you can when given the option, Zaeed takes a strong renegade interrupt.

-There’s another line of auto dialogue from Shepard when Zaeed blows open the gate.

-As others have noted, this mission is similar to the mission Anderson and Saren went on when Anderson was considered as a spectre.

Do you blow up a refinery and let innocent people die for your own gain or not?

You have the option to tellAnderson that you would in Mass Effect 1. He says that you would have a good reason to do so. If he learned that you let these refinery workers die to gain Zaeed’s loyalty, would he consider that a good reason?

-Since I’m not interested in listening people burn to death – done that once before to see the alternative mission path, not interested in repeating it – save the workers it is.

Honestly, the most baffling part if Shepard chooses this route is that they let Zaeed come with them. Considering how driven by revenge and ruthless he is, why is Shepard willing to trust him? How do they know Zaeed won’t put a bullet in their back so he can chase after Vido?

You should have an option to send him away like you do Liara on Noveria. Could be an autofail – if a paragon/renegade check fails, Zaeed tries to kill you and you’re forced to kill him.

-There’s no combat as you move through the burning refinery. No surprise; the mercenaries don’t want to burn either.

-That battle at the end is always difficult. Almost made it through with a few charges on my first try, then died to the mech.

Finally made it through, surprise surprise, by playing as a cover shooter.

-Neither of the paragon options with Zaeed at the end are compelling in my opinion. Obviously I went upper left to gain his loyalty, but the game doesn’t sell me on it.

Go upper right, you tell him you’re too much of a badass for him to kill in your sleep. You don’t gain his loyalty, but you do get grudging respect.

Go upper left, you threaten with a gun and tell him he’s part of a team.

The best is neutral, where you tell him he’s crazy but you need crazy for your current mission. I still don’t like it, but it feels more genuine than the others.

Normandy – Shepard’s Inbox

-Email from Talitha, the formerly enslaved colonist you talk down if you have the Midnoir background – One of her doctors works with Ceberus (because of course Cerberus has people everywhere) and that’s how she gets you the message.

The end is such emotional blackmail I question if TIM faked it:

The doctors say that other people are getting taken like I was. I hope you can help them like you helped me.

If it’s genuine it’s very sweet. If it’s not, I want to shoot TIM again.

-There’s also an email from Sha’ira the Consort which feels a little too on point:

When you fought Saren, only your resolve was tested, but now I fear you cannot rely only on your own strength. Take whatever steps you must to ensure that those battling at your side fight with clear minds and glad hearts.

Points to the game for encouraging you to complete the loyalty missions for the good ending. Points to Sha’ira for being more helpful than she was in ME1.

I’m docking points from the writers for not working that in more naturally.

-Dr. Michel wrote the winning email today, where she very blatantly is writing you because she’s hoping you can get her in touch with Garrus.

Girl has a massive crush on him for saving her, and he’s completely oblivious even after she gives him turian chocolates in M3.