#and focus on positive things but i must. defend. him.

[foxstens]

listen listen listen

you can make an argument that kevin is a coward if you really want to. but that goes until they get backstage on kathy's show. after that his growth starts, and reducing his entire character to his supposed cowardice ignores his character arc and everything else we know about him as a person

[songmingisthighs]

Pleasure of Punishing

group : ateez

pairing : seonghwa × reader

genre : smut, pwp, request

wc : 1.6 k

warning : mdni, mean dom!seonghwa, rough sex, punishment, dubcon-adjacent?, slight dacriphilia

a/n : requested by @seonghwasbobaeyes. I hope this lived up to your expectations!

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Your head was starting to swirl and your thighs had gone numb. It must have been a couple hours since Seonghwa started torturing you but you couldn't really keep up with the time. Neither can you complain. Or at least you didn't want to when your boyfriend was torturing you with his dick. Right then and there, you were nothing but an object for him to release his frustration to. You didn't mean to push him over the edge either. Sure, you were being needy and clingy but how was you supposed to know that your usually composed, calm, and collected boyfriend would suddenly grab you by the neck and dragged you to your shared room when you said "Boo, you're no fun. Wooyoung was right" after he denied to see the new lingerie you just bought from your shopping trip with Wooyoung earlier.

"I told you," he grunted next to your ear, "I told you I wasn't in the mood for your brattiness, this is all on you," the sound of his hips smacking on your ass was loud enough to drown out his voice but thank God he was talking directly into your ear because between the slapping sounds and your brain melting from the continuous abuse to your cunt, you weren't in the state to process intricate information.

You were laid on your stomach with your head dangling off the bed while Seonghwa let his entire body weight prevent you from moving whilst effectively restricting some of your oxygen.

"I-I wasn't-" you tried to defend yourself but a harsh slap to your ass held the words in your throat and instead, you let out a yelp as tears well in your eyes again. "Yes you were, brat, because good girls don't contradict their daddies now," Seonghwa suddenly gripped your chin and pulled your head slightly up so your head was craned, "Do they?" he smirked cockily.

This side of Seonghwa rarely makes an appearance and when it actually does, you always find yourself rather conflicted because while he would suddenly be hyper-focused on you and use terms and do things he normally wouldn't, the next day would always be a hassle. Bruises, sore muscle from being folded and forced into positions only contortionists would be comfortable with, it was a love-hate relationship but you just can't get enough, you can't complain.

"S-Seongh-hwa, please," you whined, trying to get him off of you even momentarily because your thighs were starting to cramp and your joints were aching. Though you kept trying to push him off, Swonghwa didn't budge and his thrusts never faltered. Heck, he chuckled at your pathetic attempts to be free, enjoying the feeling of you resisting him a little more than he normally should. "Aw, baby," he mocked, pulling away completely momentarily, causing you to gasp at the sudden vacant feeling in your hole, "Weren't you just asking for my attention?" you could hear the pout in his voice and when he suddenly flipped you over, you were able to see it in person. "I thought that's what you wanted, hm? Why else would you mention the fact that you went to buy underwear to have sex in with a guy who seem to think that a good conversation topic is 'what sucks about your boyfriend', hm?" you tried to focus on his voice and hang onto every single one of his words but the feather-light touches of his finger on your pussy was very distracting. You caught pieces of his words, something about how you weren't supposed to ask another man about what can turn another guy on, but the way he was lightly rubbing your cunt and spreading your nether lips apart was electrifying. When he complained about how your action could cause him to get mocked amongst the guys, you were too busy arching your back to actually pay attention and Seonghwa knew, it was his plan all along to fulfil his girlfriend's desire. In his own way, of course.

A sudden slap to your left tit made you gasp and you lifted your head slightly with eyes wide, staring at Seonghwa who had a snarl on his face. "You asked for my attention yet you can't even spare me a lousy bit," he scoffed in annoyance but you knew him enough to notice the hint of playfulness in it. You were about to tell him off because if he really wanted your attention, he should not have been so distracting when he pushed your body slightly off the bed, your head and shoulder now dangling from the bed. "Seonghwa! Let me up!" you squealed, trying your best to hold your head up so you could look at him. But Seonghwa paid you no mind save for the eye contact and even proceeded to slide his arms under your back and anchored them on the back of your neck. With one eyebrow raised challengingly, he said in a flat tone, "No," he stated simply.

Your body was almost forced completely off the bed when he suddenly shoved his whole length into you, leaving you screaming and hand gripping his shoulder tightly. "That's better," he smirked, restarting fucking you with a vigorous speed right off the bat. "F-fuck!" you didn't know which caused your blood to rush up your head faster, the feeling that gravity was pulling you down or the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Seonghwa!" you whined again, trying to claw your way back up but he only responded with a harsh thrust that stilled deep in you, "You know, I let you call me by my name a couple of times, trying to see if you realized what you were doing and correct yourself, but how dare you," one more harsh thrust that pushed you even closer to the floor, "How dare you not call me daddy like you should," he hissed before diving to harshly tug the skin all over your chest, leaving teeth and red marks in hopes that you won't forget who he is to you.

Seonghwa's hips slowly restarted their abuse on your cunt once again which was a nice half-break since your cunt felt sore and the impact was still bruising. Literally, you could feel bruises blooming on your hips and your ass and you realized there was a higher chance of you not being able to walk the next day over Seonghwa changing from fucking the shit out of you to making love. You couldn't even muster anything other than moans, grunts, and whimpers, it even took a huge toll on you to stay alert and responsive and you were only able to achieve so because the grip Seonghwa had on your neck was warm and comfortable, a harsh contrast to his rough treatment on the rest of your body. From head to toe, your whole body tingled from the sensation that was overwhelming.

Like a predator, Seonghwa was looking at you as if he was hungry and had been starving before he got a taste of you. The more satisfied he was over how your cunt was hugging his cock just right, the more he craved for you. He loved how obsessive you could make him when he was in such a state, he loved how you were the only one who was able to unlock this side of him. Most people he talked to about sex only talked about how they felt about the experience which made Seonghwa feel concerned over his love of having your body as his. He loved that he knew how to pleasure you just right, he loved the fact that the sounds you produced were responses to what he did to you, and he absolutely loved how he filled you up with his cum every time you had sex. Seeing the person he loves full of him was exhilarating and he couldn't help but want to make sure that you know who you belonged to.

Thrust after thrust delivered, the room did its best to hold in your cries and contain the overwhelming scent of your activity. The bed had become such a mess that the sheets were lifted up from the corners and bunched but Seonghwa didn't care. In fact, the visual of such a mess framed your figure like a throne. His eyes even twinkled when he saw you shakily came for the nth time that night, body bordering on convulsing as you released with a loud squeal that actually sounded like a scream. But Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact, when he saw how you got overwhelmed and overstimulated with tears spilling from your eyes and hands trying to push him off, the sick part of him got even more aroused. His hips move as if they have a brain of their own, chasing his high with the help of seeing you looking so pathetic under him. He didn't even care that when he came inside you, the neverending movement of his hips caused the cum your cunt failed to hold to pool under your ass, creating a sticky mess. Still, Seonghwa ground into your hips even after he finished filling you up.

It was only after Seonghwa pulled his cock out of you and pulled you body back to the bed did you realize how the pleasure had turned to pain. You were absolutely ready to just pass out but the sticky feeling of your sweaty body and creamed cunt reminded you how you needed to clean up first. The task seemed annoying but it was important if you didn't want to clean yourself through the aftermath pain the next day

However, just as you were about to get up, Seonghwa forced your body down and crawled up so that he was straddling your chest. Your eyes widened at the sight of his red-tipped, angry, hard cock staring down at you like a gun ready to be unloaded while Seonghwa stared at you with an evil grin on his face. "Oh honey, we're nowhere near being done."

God, you should not have provoked him.

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[magicalgoblinz]

One Thing

Summary: You did it. Cazador's dead and now... Astarion is finding himself working through some big emotions. Pairing: Astarion x gn!reader Word Count: 3.5 k Warnings: General angst, eluding to physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. Possibly ooc Astarion. Quickly edited. Song Recommendation: Never Let Me Go + Florence and the Machine Author's Note: First thing I've ever written for Astarion but I get the feeling it won't be the last. I really genuinely just wanted to get this idea out of my brain even if it's a bit strange and not all that amazing haha.

It had been a long day. Perhaps one of the longest you and your party had endured yet, or... at least it felt that way. It wasn't hard on your body like the goblin fight had been, nor had it been arcanely exhaustive like chasing that damned hag was. No, standing in the halls of Cazador's palace brought a different type of exhaustion. Passing through the spaces that your lover had once stalked attempting to go unseen by his master, seeing the sights of the spaces he was kept, smelling the decay, the putridness that no doubt lingered in the meals he was forced to partake in.

Every sight, smell, and sound you had come across weighed heavily on you. Even now as you sat in the plush comfort that was Elfsong Inn, freshly washed, the scents lingered in your nose and left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You pushed around the hastily prepared hash in your bowl, frown bared for everyone to see. Your thoughts were only for him. Every second of silence you could hear his sobs in that moment. The cries pulled from his very core, the kind of cries you could imagine he had dreamed of releasing for so long through every moment of torture he was subjected to. There was no way to imagine all of the atrocities he had suffered, yet somehow being left with nothing made every idea that flitted past your mind's eye so much worse.

You for so long had wished to weep for him. Weep for the time he had lost. Weep for the pain he must have felt in having to stand on the outside wondering if his family and friends ever thought of him again after he passed on. Weep for the crushed hopes for the future he had at one time had.

But what good would your tears do him now?

Cazador was dead.

And more importantly... Astarion was free.

So why did it all still feel so... excruciatingly heavy?

"Ts'ka --- eat and do not play. You need your strength for tomorrow." Lae'zel pushed from her lounging position on the floor.

"Have some heart, Lae'zel. It’s been a very difficult day." Wyll was quick to defend upon seeing the way your expression soured at the thought of eating. "Y/n, had to assist our resident vampire through some very hard things today. Including walking through where he had been kept prisoner. Imagine having to do the same with your lover." He said with a gesture towards Lae'zel.

"If I had a lover they would be able to care for themselves; it would be the first thing I looked for in a mate. A prowess to stay alive in battle like my own is the only thing that is truly attractive." Lae'zel said with a lifted chin.

Wyll's lips parted as if to say something more but began to shake his head, there was no fighting with La'zel. She didn't dig her heels in when it came to opinions, no her entire feet were buried. "Speaking of Astarion, where is he?" He eventually asked, changing the focus of the conversation.

"I believe he went for a bath." Shadowheart interjected, "He said something about not being able to stand having his beauty mired... you know how he is." She said, not lifting her eyes from her bowl with a small wave of her spoon that was held in delicate fingers.

Her saying this seemed to pull your eyes towards the door of the wash room. It had been a while since he left now that you thought about it. Your brows lowered a bit in thought; Astarion deserved his space right now, but you still couldn't help but want to hold his hand and not let it go after everything that had happened today. Maybe he wouldn't want that though, not with what you did today.

That look in his eyes...

Now that he had the time to actually think about what you did, what you talked him into doing; would he feel betrayed?

You had promised him you'd help him get that power he so desired, but when that chance came you changed your mind.

The idea of Astarion no longer trusting you hurt more than imagining him ending whatever it was the two of you had. The worries made your expression sullen even more, looking down at your bowl with a deeper pit growing in your stomach. Did you really want to find out?

Out of the blue, there is a light nudge to your arm. The little touch is enough to pull you back up from your descent into grieving something you hadn't even lost yet. With a glance to your right you find Karlach with a bottle outstretched to you. "I think we could all use a little drink tonight... but especially Astarion." She said warmly, "Perhaps you should see if he wants some?" She continued with a little jerk of her head towards the closed doors. Her tone made it all to clear that your inner turmoil was written out on your face for everyone to see.

A sigh escaped your throat as you debated on whether or not that was a good idea but the way Karlach began to lazily swing the bottle back and forth with her hand triggered something in your mind that made you reach out and take it in one smooth movement.

It couldn't hurt to check in on him?

Could it?

Astarion's head was rested back, hanging over the edge of the bath he sat in. The water had lost the majority of its warmth, and his hand had pruned but he made no movements to get out. Eyes transfixed on the dancing flames in the fireplace at the side of the room. Every twist of orange and lift of a spark made his mind lurch through another memory; they all seemed to be coming back to him now, one by one. His mind shuddered from the thought of a blade pressed into his skin, carving, etching, his skin becoming the canvas for a dastardly design that he wouldn't understand for years.

Funnily, the recollection of pain wasn't what bothered him. It was having to recall his own voice struggling not to escape his lips throughout the entire gut-wrenching experience that made his hand ball into a fist.

With a pop and crackle of the wood Astarion's memories would carry on to something else.

His ears ringing, echoing the silence of that tomb. Gods above that tomb. That year spent in silence. Those months spent starving. The way his hands bled from trying ever so desperately to escape. Over what...? A boy that he couldn't bear to steal the life away from.

Astarion took in a sharp breath as he tried to shake away the thought, as he sat up.

But still the memories continued to bleed through. The faces of all those people he had brought to Cazador, he could see them in his mind's eye. The memories of bedding some of them, cycling through his head in a complete sequence even though they were spread across centuries. A flash of a young human woman who excitedly spun in a brand new red dress that she was ever so excited to show off. The pale blue of a nervous elf man's eyes as they darted around the room the second Astarion approached. Seeing the tattoos and the scars spread across the back of a dwarven sailor who stretched after returning to the mainland after a long voyage. The shine of a coy tiefling woman's smile as she attempted to steal his coin purse from his pocket. So many lives, so many people. At what point did he begin to stop caring? Who was it that he pulled by the wrist back to a dreary room that made him start drifting away any time he had to become intimate? Or was it any of them at all?

His features twisted into an expression of disgust the second his mind started going down that path. There was no amount of Cazador being dead that made those memories better. In a snap his balled up hands lifted to rub his eyes in annoyance. If only Astarion could wash out his eyes and his mind and start anew. If only.

And to think... he had wanted this for so long.

He had dreamt about the day he'd be able to have the cathartic feeling of stabbing Cazador, again, and again, and again. And now that it had come and gone... he wished he could have kept going forever. Fuck, he wished he had. After everything Cazador had done to him, the bastard deserved so much worse than to bleed out on that cold floor. He deserved to suffer just as much as Astarion had, if not more.

Astarion couldn't help but wish that he had ignored everyone and continued the ritual as a perfect slap in the face to Cazador. Continued that ritual, so for the first time in all these years... he'd be safe. Entirely safe. And the loss of that made his chest ache, he was so close to crying all over again.

But then...

Tap, tap, tap

"Astarion," Your voice started from just beyond the doors. "I'm sorry to bother you. I just um... wanted to check in. Karlach thought you might need a drink."

There was you.

Astarion's head lifted from his hands as he took in a deep breath. He tried to shove all those emotions back down again, to put the cork back in the bottle before they could really bleed out into him properly. His gaze lingering on the door, lips unmoving.

"Didn't you hear him? If you complete the ritual, you'll be consumed, Astarion." You had said with a look of sincere terror in your eyes. The look wasn't foreign to him... but perhaps different? People had been scared of him before, oh people had been terrified once they realized what he was. But just how many people had been scared for him? That... he didn't know.

He couldn't remember his exact words in reply now, the tension and adrenaline leaving them in a silent part of his mind but what he did recall was the way you looked at him. It stung. It stung so much more than the little voice in the back of his mind screaming that you were breaking your promise.

You promised to help him ascend. You swore you would help him ascend. You said---

Gods that look. Astarion couldn’t shake it.

The way your eyes seemed to plead with him before you had even opened your mouth. Begging him to reconsider. "I know you think this will set you free, but it won't." Your voice was so gentle, but still so desperate. "This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador. Is that really what you want?"

You were right, as much as he hated it. You were always right.

But more than that. As he thought about it now, he recognized something that he hadn't in that moment...

Just outside the door you stood listening, hoping to hear something, anything. Your thumb fumbled with the cork of the bottle nervously. This was a bad idea wasn't it? He needed more time. This was too soon to try and come see him. Gods... what if he really did hate you for what you did. You started to shake your head, "...I'm going to take that as a no. I'll um..." you started lightly, trying not to have your worry show through in your words. "I'm sorry again for interrupting. I'll see you when you're finished, my darling."

Once more. You wanted to call him that one more time before he had a chance to break things off.

"Come in."

Your eyes couldn't help but widen ever so slightly, hand moving to the handle before cautiously pushing the door open and poking your head in. From this angle you could see Astarion's side profile, the good majority of the grime and blood from the day having been washed away, though his clothes that sat off to the side on a bench, were stained a deep red that would take ages to remove, if it ever came out at all. His eyes soon looked your way tiredly. As an instinct you quickly held up the bottle you had brought him, no words coming to follow it, they all seemed to have gone into hiding the second his eyes landed on you.

"Are you planning on bringing the bottle here my sweet, or to just... swing it around like an idiot?" He asked in a long drawn out way, a tone that felt like he was trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for you, but at this point in your adventure together the look in his eyes was more than enough to tell you that he was working through something.

You were entirely taken aback by the gentle name used, a little bit of relief seeping into your chest. "Y-you want me to come in?"

"Was that not what I said?"

Your lips parted, deciding not to speak just yet and instead closing the door behind you. "I'm sorry... I just didn't want to overstep with you, you know… washing and all." You said slowly, acting as if you weren’t both adults – who had on more than occasion – slept together.

Even now, even after seeing him at his lowest today, you were still trying to respect whatever boundaries he had. The thought made Astarion close his eyes and let out a soft laugh, "Darling, you've seen me naked before, it's fine." He assured, "Now...please, for the love of gore and everything soaked in blood, can you bring me that bottle."

There was no reluctance now, carrying yourself to his side with ease. As you approached you couldn't help but notice that his hair was still matted thick with blood in places. All this time he clearly had just been lost in his thoughts as much as you expected really. His hand reached up the second you drew near, taking the bottle from your hands greedily, popping the cork and taking a decidedly long drink. Not minding you at all as you reluctantly found a seat on the bench his clothes were rested upon.

The sight of his nose scrunching a bit from the taste of the wine made an ever so small smile tug at the corner of your mouth. It was hard not to recall him making that same face at the tiefling party not so long ago. Vinegar for wine. Would there be a day when the wine you brought him didn't elicit that involuntary response?

Astarion glanced at you from the corner of his eye, "You'd have made an excellent vampire, you know." He said with an amused little grin, all happy to see the confusion cover your features.

"Why is that?"

"Asking to come in, obviously." He joked loosely,

A small laugh left your lips as your eyes drifted to the floor, "I didn't realize that respecting people's privacy was so vampiresque."

"It's not, we're atrociously nosey by nature and well... it's just another fun hindrance to go against that nature I suppose." Astarion spoke in his normal moseying draw. 

"I see..."

There was a breadth of silence between the two of you. A silence that carried the heaviness of the day's events. You knew it needed to be said, but it didn't make it any easier to consider what the exact words were that needed saying. How to broach it? What if he didn’t want to talk about it at all and you misread the situation entirely? You kept glancing his way hoping to have it all come together in your mind like some sort of epiphany, yet he beat you to it.

"I'm not upset with you, darling. You don't have to keep looking at me like that." Astarion spoke suddenly with all the ease in the world.

"You're not?"

"Well,  perhaps I was a little at first. You did go back on your word, after all." Astarion pointed out, eyes now fixed on the bottle in his hand. “I think anyone might be a bit… sour after something like that.”

There was the guilt again. "Astarion... I'm sorry, I---"

"I don't want your apologies." He cut in sharply, finally turning his gaze to look your way.  Despite what his tone may have indicated, his eyes weren't as stern as they normally appeared when he was upset. No, they were instead ever so full of sadness.  "...I-I'm not angry with you. I swear it. But what I don't understand is why I don't feel any fucking better." Astarion said as his voice suddenly sounded so much more fragile. "I... I killed him. I got the revenge I've dreamed about for two-hundred fucking years. The same revenge I begged for the whole year I was locked in that horrid tomb." He hissed, "I took back my life and yet I... I feel like I didn't do enough."

He was cracking. That much you could see.

"I can't help but wonder if I had completed the ceremony if that would have been enough. Enough to rub it in his Gods damned face that I did it." Astarion admitted sternly, lifting his chin as his eyes stayed focused on the bottle still, "Watch this worm take away everything from him like he took everything from me." He mumbled out, the heat leaving his voice for a brief second as all that he was left with was glassy eyes.

"...I-I would have never had to fear anyone or anything ever again..." Astarion uttered through clenched teeth, tears finally breaking free and running down his cheeks one at a time. "...and now it's gone."

Wordlessly you got to your feet, taking a few steps forward to close the gap between you both, leaning down to wrap your arms around his neck in the most comforting hug you could possibly muster. His hand immediately finds your arm, holding it tight as for the second time in your journey, he begins to cry.

Silence seems to be what Astarion needed from you, wailing into the open air as everything he has stuffed away into that bottle comes pouring back out. No apologies. No consoling words. Just for you to hold him, to give him time. His head rests against yours almost as if to ensure that even now, after everything you both had been through, you couldn't see him cry. Perhaps the idea of you seeing it happen twice in a day was too much for him. Or perhaps there was still a festering feeling of weakness that would bubble up if he let you see him cry.

"Oh my sweet, sweet, Astarion." You mumbled holding him tighter than before, listening as his sobs grew softer over the passing moments. 

Waiting. Listening.

Once his frame had stopped shaking you finally raised your voice once more . "...if I could Astarion, I would take away all of the hurt in an instant... but I can't. And I wish you knew just how much it pains me to not be able to." You speak, parting your lips to continue on but pause as you feel a familiar shudder resonate through your mind. He was peering in, confirming the statement for himself it seemed. "The most I can do is promise you something..." you continued on, pretending like you weren't aware of poking around, you had nothing to hide for one key reason…

Gently you pulled back, running your hand from his neck to his chin to tilt his head up. Eyes looking over his tear stained cheeks and then to meet his own shimmering red eyes. "I promise you that, as long as I'm here you will never have to fear anything... or anyone again." You assured, thumbs brushing over his cheeks as you wipe away his remaining tears. “Because Astarion… I love you and… I will never let you go.”

The look that fills Astarion's eyes is something that you had only seen once before when you decided to hug him for the first time back in the Shadowlands. It was a look that spoke numbers towards just how frightening the unknown was for him. How terrifying it could be to have someone love you so truly and want nothing in return for the first time in his life.

You feel a rush of surprise followed by so overwhelming, your lips curl into the same smile you gave him then as you had reached out to wrap your arms around him to hold him tight…

You know the feeling even if he can’t say it yet.

Love.

Because that was the thing. Astarion had realized before this that you… well, you were the only good thing that he’s ever had. That he’d do just about anything to keep you safe and ensure that no one dare take you away from him. Yet, strangely he never once considered…

That he might mean just that much to you.

End Notes: Thank you so much for reading! I'd really love to start writing for Astarion more so if you have any ideas send them over <3

[spookberry]

Shadow High series 3 my new beloved

I didnt even like most of em until i saw them in person, but the knowledge that they'll probably never be in the show has my brain in a "well its free realestate" kinda mood

Random list of information cuz ive been plotting out friend dynamics and background lore

-i like to pretend Rainbow High/Shadow High are actually Rainbow University/Shadow University cuz im in art college Right Now and i think it makes more sense with the whole dorm room situation. And also major makes more sense than focus IMO

-I changed Pinkie's major from film to just undeclared. I think she eventually does land on Film. She just has a lot of interests! Her dream has always been to one day direct films, and I think she comes to love them even more while developing ideas her with the group as she winds up in a Director/Producer position for most of them. BUT also every time she takes a class in a different program she cant help but fall in love with that way of making art too. So she has a hard time picking for a while and changed her major a couple times before landing on Film.

-Pinkie and Berrie bond a lot over a shared interest in vocal synths (tho Berrie knows more about them than her).

-The two made Pinkie's vtuber model together!

-the fandom wiki says PJ is from germany?? Idk how canon that is tbh but ive decided to embrace it i guess

-Rooney's canon name is Scarlet Rose, but i thought it was kinda lame especially when Rosie Redwood is also in this line sooo I renamed her! Stuck to the color name puns tho. Mar Rooney. Maroon. Haha

-Speaking on her though i love that shes from texas and likes writing scifi mystery type stuff and that being said i just Know deep in my bones that she was a Voltron Legendary Defender fan and Keith was/is 100% her favorite. She has a continued fondness for mothman specifically cuz of this.

-PJ and Rooney actually talk about fandom and shows/movies ALL the time. They dont have a ton of overlapping interests, but where they do? The two literally never shut up.

-Rosie is such a random character, like outside of her design she feels very poorly considered. So I scrapped the cosmetology thing and made her an illustrator instead! I think it works better with her love of making art in nature. I can see her being really into illustrated guide books. I think shes a bit snooty when it comes to art too. It takes being friends with other artists to become more open minded.

-I like the idea that Rosie is mainly friends with Rooney and Berrie ontop of that. The three of them often tag team storylines and how theyd interpret them into different mediums. Rosie will draw up a bunch of concept stuff while Rooney writes up a pitch bible and Berrie will start making shit move and throwing in her own ideas on camera angles and character designs.

-as an animation major Berrie was required to take a sound design class early on, which is where she met Oliver! Hes very laid back, and likes to go with the flow, but functions a little like the "mom" of the group. Often reminding the girls to take breaks, drink water, stop looking at their screens lest they get eye strain etc. He's multi-talented tbh but Music is his one true passion and he likes how the girls are always giving him collaboration opportunities.

-Oliver and Rosie like to talk sports a lot, both having played a bunch when they were younger and throughout high school.

-Lavender Lynn is Oliver's number one "person who needs constant reminders to settle down" she is in a constant buzz of trying to get the best shots and is utterly obsessed with the process of artistic documentation. Everything must be documented.

-the whole school loves her for this actually, she has a whole side gig where other students hire her to help photograph their projects. She saves everything she earns from this for her future dream plans to visit paris. She has it set really, many of the artists who she helps photograph now will remain steadfast clients of hers forever onward.

-PJ and Lynn actually took a print media class together at one point. Which didnt at the time spark an everlasting friendship. But it did give PJ an easier in to ask for Lynn's help documenting a project the group was working on. One of Lynn's first times photographing them work happened to fall on a day where Rosie had planned to trick everyone into going on a nature walk sans devices... Lynn wound up really appreciating this outing and decided to continue hanging around the group even after that project had ended.

[brbzonedout]

-Late Night Walks

Pairing: E!42 Miles Morales x Reader

Warnings: None…

“So you couldn’t sleep? and you walked here by yourself at two in the morning…and your mom doesn’t know you’re gone?”

Miles sat on your window sill and removed his sneakers before he jumped off as quietly as possible.

“Yeah that’s about right-“

You shook your head and cracked a smile moving his shoes to sit in your closet. If you hadn’t known any better you’d think he had some kind of ulterior motive but no, that’s just Miles.

“You’re gonna get us both in trouble, then our parents are gonna work together to cover up the murder…”

“Damn, no hi? No, oh my god i’m so happy to see you?” he said at a whisper.

The boy shrugged off his jacket revealing his blue flannel pajamas pants and a regular plain grey tee shirt, after he tossed it into your closet he crawled into the bed and wrapped himself in your soft fluffy comforter.

“What if I didn’t want you in here?” you questioned sarcastically.

You crawled in with him and wrapped your arms around his torso burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“Oh yeah?” he sat up slowly wanting to see your reaction. “I can dip back out if you want me to-“

“No no no no..stay,” you pushed him back down with the weight you were holding back before.

“That’s what I thought”. Miles remarked.

A comfortable silence over took the room as the two of you got in the comfortable enough position to lay in. During the period of silence Miles somehow managed to maneuver himself onto of you wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his head next to yours. As you inhaled, the smell of hair grease and whatever brand of lotion he used before coming over caught your nose, he must have been planning on coming over instead of a spontaneous visit.

A few days before, Miles told you how his mom had been taking later shifts at the hospital. He didn’t tell you but knowing Miles you knew this worried him. He knows what goes on at night in the city so it scared him to think that his mom was outside alone.

“You ok?” You asked sliding your hand under the back of his shirt to draw random shapes.

The boy nodded slightly brushing your neck with his nose. “I’m good, tired though”.

Suddenly you got an idea.

“Oh so you just gonna come in here wake me up and fall asleep on me?!” You asked slowly sitting up.

Miles huffed and sat up along with you, rubbing at his dreary eyes. “I couldn’t sleep in my bed”. He shrugged with a shy smile.

You snort out a laugh and stand up, walking over to your closet to retrieve a small cardboard box in the back. “Well i can’t sleep period..let’s go patrol. It’s the weekend we can sleep in”.

He blinked up at you with a confused expression.

“Ain’t you the one who questioned me for coming over at 2:00 am now it’s…” Miles squinted trying to focus his vision on the alarm clock sat on your bed side table bit without his glasses it was no use.

“20 minutes to 3, Velma…”.

“Velma..” He repeated with a low giggle. “If we goin’ outside i need my suit”.

You shook your head no, hair shaking lightly from side to side. “We’ll just walk..if you’re as tired as you say you are i don’t need you falling from buildings”.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows, slightly worried about going out with you with nothing to defend yourselves. “But what if-“

“I’m bringing my web shooters..” Said as you gesture to them. “If anything pops off we’ll be fine. I promise…I do this all the time”, You assure.

After your finished getting ready to go you walk over and pull Miles up by his hands. “Now come on! Before the sun comes up”.

The boy stood up with your help lazily gathering his things to go outside. After he finished getting ready the two of you walked over to the window.

“Maybe we can go to the corner store? You know past the hospital”. You said carefully climbing out onto the fire escape trying you best not to hit the metal.

Miles reveals a small smile and nods. “Yeah that’s cool..” Said as he followed behind you. “….so are we gon talk about how you go outside at all hours of the night alone…frequently?”

“Last one down the stairs has to carry the bags back!” You said rushing down in order to avoid his questions.

Miles laughed a little louder than before given the freedom after leaving the quiet apartment. “Like it won’t be me regardless”.

[ecoterrorist-katara]

I just saw a very long post talking about your friends to lovers Kat//ang post.

https://www.tumblr.com/mal3vol3nt/754643736340856832/hey-first-of-all-i-love-your-blog-in-a-world

You don’t need to read it all but I didn’t see many instances where they bring up the idea that Aang always viewed Katara as a romantic interest while Katara may have viewed him as just a friend.

They do however, bring up a few points about the EIP that I’d like to hear your opinions on. I don’t think much of it was in a lot of retaliation to your post but I’d like to overall hear your opinion on “Aang was dealing with a bunch of emotions regarding the play and not only how he felt regarding his relationship with Katara but also about his overall portrayal.”

Anyways, I thought you might be interested in seeing this since the overall point about the post was to rebut your argument

hey anon!

So — this user said a lot of things to defend Aang, but my focus was not on blaming Aang the character: I’m accusing Bryan and Mike of executing friends-to-lovers poorly.

So yes, I can understand Aang’s reactions to the EIP play, because obviously that play was racist and misogynistic and jingoistic etc etc. But all Bryke had to do was add a scene after EIP where Aang apologizes. “Hey Katara, I’m really sorry about how I acted at the play. I was mad about xyz but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” And then Katara can say, I understand, I don’t blame you, that play fucking sucked, let’s talk after the war. Turn that into 12yo-speak and voila, conflict resolved. And while I still wouldn’t love the ship, I wouldn’t be so indignant about it.

re: this user’s take on EIP and how Aang’s portrayal in the play is racist & colonialist propaganda, and therefore justifies his outburst, I’m putting it under a cut because it’s long and it’s a much more specific discussion of colonial dynamics than what most people are here for.

TL;DR: I’m tired of people claiming that colonialism = emasculating its subjects. That’s extremely historically incorrect, and also incorrect in ATLA’s own universe. Stop giving Bryke credit they don’t deserve!

I often see the argument from Aang defenders that he’s so angry about his portrayal by the Ember Island Players because there’s a history of feminizing colonial subjects. The fact that he was played by a woman is meant to be derogatory, and it’s not toxic masculinity for him to feel upset about it, and it’s reasonable for him to feel upset about Katara’s depiction.

First of all, he’s 12 and I don’t care if he shows toxic masculinity either way. Second of all, yes, Katara’s portrayal in the play is absolutely misogynistic and offensive, though it’s important to note that hypersexual Pocahontas is only one of many damaging stereotypes.

More importantly, it is very very wrong to say that colonialism requires the emasculation of its subjects. If you’ve seen colonial propaganda, whether it’s about Palestine or Algeria or Tibet or what is now Canada, you’ll know that colonialism usually does the opposite. Colonialism frequently posits a hyper-masculine, hyper-violent, hyper-savage version of its subjects, specifically men. In our world, colonialism is usually justified through the language of “bringing civilization,” and I’d use the term “white man’s burden” except Japan and China and Morocco can colonize just like the rest of them. Do you think the CCP talks about Tibetan monks as feminine, ditzy flower-crown wearers? No, they absolutely do not. CCP propaganda depicts Tibetan monks as violent sadists, and Tibetan Buddhism as a violent religion, and Tibetan people as needing Han Chinese roads and trains and schools so that they can learn to be civilized. (And incidentally, if you know anything about Southeast Asia you would not say Buddhism is an inherently peaceful religion, but that’s another conversation). Similar POVs can be found littered throughout history, and that’s because colonial propaganda fundamentally must justify violence and control, and it’s much easier to justify violence against people whom you’ve identified as inherently threatening.

More relevant to ATLA, we know that “the Avatar is super violent” is actually the flavour of Fire Nation propaganda, because Aang learns in the show and in the comics (Katara and the Pirate’s Silver) that the average Fire Nation citizen sees him this way! And the discrepancy between sweet, cheerful, vegetarian Aang and this bloodthirsty Avatar figure of FN propaganda is one of the greatest ironies of the show!

In addition, unlike real-life fascist states which are misogynistic by definition, the Fire Nation is not indicated to be misogynistic, canonically speaking. Women can fight, we don’t see them doing housework, Mai is the only one told to be ladylike and meek, etc. There are subtle, likely unintentional signs of power differences (we don’t see women in positions of political power in any nation til Korra), but it’s pretty obvious that the FN is supposed to be the less sexist one (and btw, it was A Choice to make the Inuit-inspired culture the misogynistic one, but that’s out of the scope of this post). EIP’s play actually waxes poetics about how fucking amazing and prodigious and powerful Azula is. So it doesn’t even make sense for EIP to denigrate Aang via his masculinity when they’re trying to prop up Azula in the same breath.

I’m tired of people stuffing surface-level anti-colonialist analyses into ATLA & giving credit to Bryke, of all fucking people, for writing an incisive portrayal of how colonizers & imperialists see their victims. I don’t believe the source text can make any points other than by sheer accident. The politics of ATLAverse are milquetoast at best and reactionary at worst (see: Jet, Hama, comics, LOK). I don’t think Bryke and the creators have read any anti-colonial literature or history, whether it’s about Haiti or the Congo; I don’t believe Bryke sat down and watched The Battle of Algiers and took notes on how to portray colonial resistance; I don’t believe Bryke read Burmese Days or The Colonizer and the Colonized in order to get into the psychology of the Fire Nation; I just don’t believe they or their writing team intended to take on the burdens of real-world tragedies with this show. A while back I think @sokkastyles found a post where someone was wondering if ATLA is a good representation of child soldiers, which is such a baffling failure of media literacy & empathy in general that I’m still disturbed by it. It’s a TV show for kids. It’s a great TV show for all ages, but there are some things that it will never be, one of which is “anything more than a rough parable about imperialism, colonialism, and genocide.”

And you know what? I don’t believe the average ATLA stan leveraging colonialism for a ship war has done a whole lot more thinking than Bryke. I recognize that I was very lucky to have taken multiple courses on anticolonialism and decolonization at institutions that genuinely value faculty who think about these topics, but that’s also the precise reason why I’m so against leveraging colonialism in most ATLA discourse unless I’m trying to set the record straight on something. I’m not an authority on anticolonialism or postcolonialism, but I sure as fuck can recognize when other people aren’t either.

[vicsbasement]

Watching Charles closely I came to believe that he might have abandonment issues (for obvious reasons), so yeah, I guess he hasn’t been taking Carlos’ departure from the team very well… Of course Carlos isn’t actively abandoning him, but anyways

Ohmygod, anon. You're absolutely right. I mean, it's a logical response to his past trauma, too. I'm not presuming to know the guy, but from what I can see, I just feel like he's really going through the trenches right now. I'm not going to say that they're extremely close, but, just from what we've been able to see about their relationship and the way they talk about each other, I'm ready to assume that they really seem to be close, especially now that we can see Charles visibly reacting to Carlos' departure from the team. I'm pretty sure there's not an ounce of bad blood between them, especially since they've been seeming so much closer ever since before Vegas. I feel like their friendship had time to develop towards the end of their third year together (trauma bonding and all things provided by a very rocky Ferrari car that put them both in uncomfortable situations that only both of them could understand) and so, now that that was blooming, to have it taken from them must be tough. Carlos has been brought up to be much less emotional about his relationships in the paddock, based on interviews alone, yet I think he's been saving up some emotion for their alone time. Charles, though... he seems to be that guy who wears his heart on his sleeve sometimes, and when it comes to this, he doesn't seem too shy to let people know that he really does like Carlos as a teammate and as a person. I mean, they have so much in common, everyone's said it, Mattia, Fred, constantly talking about their competitiveness and how close they'd become when they started to make everything a race... and they probably know each other well. They've shared small spaces, probably had important conversations with one another, they're both in a position where nobody else would get it, except for the other. And they've never, EVER shown disrespect towards each other. So, yeah. Carlos might not be abandoning Charles, but they're both in rather similar situations, and to bring Lewis into the mix, Lewis, with the bigger salary, with the seven titles, with the past experience... it should be something that makes Charles take pause and probably appreciate what he has right now with a guy who's basically in the same level as himself in terms of... I don't know, I guess gravitas. Lewis has so much, and Charles has the whole team behind him, and yet he turns to Carlos as a friend? Maybe we're not seeing how much of an equal footing they have between each other. They've probably discussed even this between them and Charles must be feeling so comfortable with Carlos by his side... This whole thing rocks his whole world, and I would love Carlos' security just as much as Charles is probably appreciating it right now. Sorry, I got totally off the rails with this, but the point is: what this shows me is that Charles really does care, deeply, about Carlos. And it's a wonder to see, honestly. If I were to be completely honest, I saw their relationship much more unilaterally. I felt like Carlos liked Charles more than he liked Carlos. But right now? Wow. I really do see how much Charles seems to appreciate Carlos' company and friendship as a teammate. And it's an absolute relief to me. The fact that he started the year defending Carlos from the italian press and insisting, on record, that they should focus on the fact that they have a whole year together out of "RESPECT FOR CARLOS"? Wow, Charles. You had my eye, before, but right now, you finally caught my attention. Thank you for sending me this ask, anon! I love analyzing stuff and the content has been pouring lately, so I love just to be able to talk about these two guys without restraints 😅

[adkawariatka]

Hi so I am mainly posting my art buuut for a few months I have been thinking about that idea.... You see I am a fan of Danny Phantom fanfiction and have been reading some for almost 2 Years..... I AM not confidend in my abilities as writer especialy that english isn't my first language (for any mistakes sorry). I am especially fan of dcxdp works and I wanted to share:

Because in some concepts ghost are territorial and Jason is somehow touched by death, imagine Danny fleating from ghost Hunters (GIW and his parents) for months and stumbles in his chase into Gotham specify in to crime alley. And there is Jason with some other bats preferably Nightwing and Red Robin in crime alley, meeting over some other case. And then Jason looses himself in The Pit and starts to run somewhere. where? To The place where Danny unaware of The fact that he just crossed line of someone else's territory (because Jason isn't dead but only touched by it and it is hard to sense him especialy for such young ghost as Danny) started to get ready to spend night on some rooftop. So Danny exhausted wounded and sleepy gets hammered by Jason who is in The middle of pit attack over something unalive entering HIS territory. Of course with Dick and Tim hot on his tail and Batman on his way. When Jason starts to attack Danny The present bats of course start to defend him. Meanwhile, Danny Has a melt down over fact that he overstepped on someone else's ground and that super Heroes from Gotham are adamant on making The owner of said ground even angrier at him. And he knows how furious he must be because he wos in his shoes more times that he can count. So he does The only sensible thing. He shouts at The bats to stop and pushes himself before Jason. Making sure he doesn't look in The burning green ice of The other creature he bends his knee. Tuning his head to The right and a little up. So his throat is easly accessible to The other Sharp fangs assuming position generally accepted in Infinite relams as non thretening and humbled. Jason then stops his assalut shocking present heros. Danny takes IT as good sign and starts to talk:

Danny: hello The mighty owner of this ground. I am Phantom, traveler who entered your territory by mistake. I understand your Anger and desire to punish me. My mistake brought you fury and inseciurity for that I am sorry. Please forgive to this humble wayfarer if you wish to penalize me I will gladly accept but please don't be harsh as I am only trying to pass and mean no harm.

Danny isn't first to crossing paths with other relams inhabitants and he learned some culture he is not some rude brat and does knows about Proper apologies. He expects beating or some favour, if The owner does not decide to kill him.... Hopefully. He did stupid mistake after all. He blames concusion and that two days old gun wound. Meanwhile Jason is in shock how this kid in matters of some strange pose and few Words brought him back peace. As are The bats obserwing The scene.

Jason: what did you do?

Danny doesn't lift his gaze. Feeling still some fury and concusion

Danny: I.... -and stops and thinks what he is suppoused to do. Beside stepping on his territory. He wracks his head for other offenses while Jason gets agitated by lack of response

Jason: What did you do!!!!!???

Danny is a little confused but he sees bats starting to creep closer and reading their wepons. Danny is tired and irritated at them. Do they want to get him killed that badly?

Danny: STOP right there! We are in The middle of a negotiations!

Then risks a glance to his listener. He windens his eyes identyfying The creature as touched by death. Someone who died and come back often caused by clinical death but there are sometimes complications. When he focus he can feel all the corrupted ectoplasm in front of him.

Danny: I don't know what you mean touched by death. I know I am trespassing and that you are angry. If you decide what price should I pay.... Do you want a favour? Or... To let out your frustration?

Jason stares dumbfounded and then asks:

What?

Danny: for entering your territory...?

Danny gest a little confused

Jason: what did you called me? What price... Who The hell are you?

Scratch that Danny is totally lost.... As his conversationalist apparently. But he did not survive alone on The run for that long without being a little sly himself. Lifting his head he looks at Jason and allows his own eyes to flash green. He hears curses from bat themed heros.

Danny: Lets do IT that way. I will anwser three of your questions and you will forget about my faults. Do we have a deal?

Jason narrows his eyes and makes a decision this kid knows something about him also Has pit inside him and doesn't wanted to RIP his throat... Yet. He will try. Decides and gives his hand to The kid lifting him up.

Jason:Deal, why did you called me touched by death?

Danny: because at some point you died.... And came back. Its not as rare as you might think. Clinical deaths and all. It happens and leaves permanent Mark on you.

He can see The bats getting closer listening. And even trying to sat something before they get cut off

Jason: How do you know that?

Danny: we can feel it. Inhabitants of Infinite relams have ability to sense others Like themself. Its Like six sense. pretty cool right?

Jason: We as you died too. So you too took bath in lazarus pits. How do you Control pit madness? what are Infinite relams and its inhabitants?

Danny: what? I don't know what this madness or pits are... Infinite relams idą dimension where dead lives on. Its a place that Ghost, old gods, magical creatures and other various beeings calls home.

Jason: do who are you?

Danny grins misheviously and takes view steps back. He now stays closer to The edge of The roof. Thanks to The conversation he could asses The situation and gather his power for escape.

Danny: I am afraid that wos fourth question.... Thanks you for your generosity touched by death. I Hope we will never see each other again.

And then he proceed to jump of The roof. He hears The frantic footsteps and vioces. then flies few alleys away from this territory. He hits The ground hard keeping The invisibility on because he is not stupid to think that its Safe here. His wound got worse. He is hungry cold and hurt badly. He hopes he will survive this.

Soooo that's it. Its only na idea if you want to work on its feel free just let me know if you do because i would love to see what you created. Like i said ealier its my first work, Prompt.... something i don't even know what to call IT😅

[lassieposting]

ALSO. Also. I didn't pick up on this but apparently Sauron stabbed himself after the eruption so that he'd be taken to the elves for healing. And. Can we talk about a) how fucking risky that was for him and b) how much trust he lowkey would've needed to have in Galadriel to even try it

Like.

He's alone at the time, and Bronwyn says the Southlanders found him at the side of the road. The area is crawling with orcs who will attack villagers on sight. He looks like just another human, and he's just given himself a nasty injury. He's gambling on the hope that

He'll be found...

...by his own side...

...in no-man's-land...

...before he loses consciousness or an excessive amount of blood, thereby losing the ability to defend himself (assuming a human body comes with human limitations, which it does appear to: at the very least, we know Halbrand's body needs sleep when it is exhausted, even if the being inhabiting the body does not - Sauron sleeps on the raft, and in Eregion while the healers are working on him. So it doesn't seem like passing out or blood loss would be things he's immune to in this form).

And then, assuming he is found by the right people, he knows he'll be gambling again, this time that

Galadriel survived the eruption, and will make it safely back to the rendezvous where...

...Bronwyn won't be able to treat him, which she would absolutely do her best to do, so...

...Galadriel will insist he needs elvish care, which requires that...

...she has no doubts about Halbrand and cares about him enough to prioritise him over her orc genocide plans, and even then she'll have to keep him alive for a solid week of hard riding while he gets increasingly weaker and more delirious with infection.

Like. He already looks like he's in a bad way when she insists on taking him for elvish medicine - he looks feverish, he's obviously in pain, and Bronwyn says his wound is going septic. By the time they get to Eregion, he's barely staying on the horse, he's not able to walk unaided, they've had no rest at all so he's exhausted, and his injury has had like a week to fester. His human body, at that point, is probably going into or already in septic shock. He's put himself in a position where hes not only vulnerable, he's all but defenceless.

If she'd been harbouring any doubts at all about him and keeping them quiet, if she'd done her research and figured out he couldn't be who she thought he was - she could kill him, and she could do it easily.

And like. Sauron in general is a crafty, clever, strategic thinker. That's just who he is as a person. But this Sauron, at this point in his life, has only recently regained a physical body after being betrayed and "torn apart" by a trusted ally: Adar's attack was unexpected, which means he trusted Adar enough to have his guard down. He has every reason to be extra paranoid about his so-called friends. He has every reason to take extra precautions with his own safety, to avoid a repeat of that. He has every reason to be wary of the threat posed by not only Galadriel, but also everyone else involved in this plan - for example, the elven healers who might notice something amiss in how quickly his body will metabolize pain relief or antibiotics medical salves and take a closer look at him.

The only reason he'd have to gamble on a strategy this risky - especially when he'd have opportunities to reach out to Eregion further down the line as a neighbouring king - is sheer Trust In Galadriel. He must be completely confident that she will keep him safe, she'll make sure he gets the best care and that he gets it fast enough to save his physical form, and she won't tolerate any suggestion that he might not be who he says he is, and she'll defend him from any threats that might arise while he's incapacitated.

And like. Yes, in his mind that security probably comes in the rather egotistical form of believing he has her completely fooled and that she's come to care for Halbrand enough that all her focus will be on helping him, not looking for cracks in his story, but still. When was the last time he felt safe with someone? Safe enough to willingly put his life in their hands, and hinge his plan on them being motivated and able to save him?

With angbang, not since at least Melkor's defeat. Without, probably not since Melkor first got in his ear and started driving a wedge between him and Aulë. Possibly, never at all.

Idk. Like my favourite interpretation of the Mystery Stab Wound is still that he put an immense amount of Maia power behind shielding the area (with this being the only reason anyone, his own physical form included, survived being swallowed up by fucking pyroclastic flow) and that effort distracted him enough for someone to shove a sword through him, but still. I'm having feelings anyway.

[clarksels]

I promise: Leah Williamson x reader

It was the UEFA Women's Champions League Final, the match was between Arsenal WFC and FC Barcelona, you were the captain of FCB.

You were in the 35th minute of the match when a collision between two girls made the referee call both captains, Williamson and you.

So far the game had been very close, neither team had scored a goal but there had been no shortage of attempts, both Arsenal and Barcelona were defending well, you felt a lot of pressure, you wanted that trophy, you and your teammates had worked so hard, they left tears and sweat in every game to get there, you knew AWFC did too, but you wanted it, you wanted that trophy.

When you got to where the referee gave both Williamson and you some 'advice' to keep the girls calm, there was tension, and neither team wanted a red card, while the referee was talking to them Leah lifted up her shirt to dry her sweat and you couldn't help but see it, you became deaf to what the referee was saying because you were looking at your opponent's perfect abdomen.

When the referee finished talking Leah nodded and thanked him, she was so cute, she looked at you and smiled "stop trying to get my attention Williamson" you told her biting your lower lip, Leah and you had a dynamic where you both flirted but neither made the first move, there was a lot of chemistry between you, everyone could see it and you loved it.

The referee's whistle blew and you ran to your position, Mapi who was nearby when you made the comment for Leah told you "concéntrate" (focus) "I am" you replied, and although for a moment watching Leah you liked it you had your mind on the game, you wanted to win.

The game continued in a tie until the end of half time, at half time you gathered your team to motivate them, to get this far they had to give their best and that was exhausting, but your words reached your team "VAMOS!" (let's go!) you finished saying.

The game was almost over and the score was tied, both teams had scored a goal, in this half time some things had happened for example a yellow card for McCabe you were surprised that it hadn't happened before, for Bronze there was also a yellow card.

You heard the shouts of joy from the thousands of people in the stadium celebrating AWFC's victory, in the extra minutes added to the game Miedema had scored a goal giving the victory to his team, you felt bad for your girls, your team, your family, you felt you had failed them, you threw yourself on the grass and your tears began to wet your sweaty face.

You raised your head because someone was approaching you, you saw and it was Leah, she threw herself on the grass near you "that's how it is" she said pausing and watching her teammates lifting the trophy "while some celebrate others cry, you and your team were amazing" you turned your head to see her "I let them down" you said wiping your tears "don't say that, you are an excellent captain, they know it, you gave everything in the match, you played with passion and that's what matters".

Leah's words gave you some peace of mind but you still felt bad, seeing your teammates crying broke your heart, but you were proud of them.

"Shall we exchange shirts?" leah asked you "I want your shirt" you looked seriously at Leah "I want you" you both stopped looking at each other to put your gaze on Ingrid who had teary eyes, as she got closer to you she made a military salute bringing her hand to her forehead "captains" she saluted them, you were glad to see she wasn't crying anymore "Maria and I want to have a drink, are you coming?" "Williamson no" you said lifting up "drunk and sad, something might happen if I have Williamson around" you winked at Leah "see you" Ingrid shook her hand as a goodbye and you both started walking

You stopped suddenly "I must do something" you said to Ingrid and ran to where Leah was "Williamson!" you shouted, being close to her you could speak "I already lost the game, I don't want to lose the opportunity too" you took a breath "what are you doing tomorrow?" Ingrid was a few steps behind you when Leah answered "maybe show off my trophy" you made a bad face at her, rubbing salt in your wound "fuck you Williamson" a laugh escaped from Leah's lips "fuck me" Ingrid came closer to you and looked at you as if she had heard something impossible, you were surprised too, had sweet Leah Williamson said that?

" I promise" you told her with a defiant look.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 6

"Today will be a special practice."

You knew you should have been suspicious when he suggested your training be done in the forest.

"Is there a problem?" Gojo questioned.

"Don't act innocent, are you really going to pretend like nothing happened!!"

"Of course not, I was very serious about it."

You growl. You couldn't figure out his angle.

"(Y/N). "

You turn at the voice behind.

"Nanami?"

Why was he here?

"We both decided that in order to see how far you can go, you would need a real challenge. " Gojo explains. Nanami draws his blade.

"Today you'll be going against us both." Your eyes widen.

"W-What!!"

You were confident in your abilities, but Gojo was on another level, and you'd only partially been able to match Nanamis's abilities. How did he expect you to best them both at your current level?

"Don't worry, I'll only be using ten percent of my power, promise." He held up his pinky.

You drew your own blade, eyes marking them both. Nanami was behind.

"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice." You raise it, and Gojo smirks.

"Let's get started."

They both fired off in your direction, and you jumped above, barely dodging the attack. Nanami was quick, he swung while you were still airborne. Blocking the attack with your blade, you used your arm to defend against Gojo's from above. The result was not very desirable. Your body went pivoting, slamming harshly into the ground. Both males stopped momentarily to gauge your position currently blocked by all the smoke and rubble.

The collision was harsh.

"Ah, maybe that was a little more than ten percent." Gojo chuckled.

Nanami's eyebrow twitched.

Gojo wasn't that great at holding back.

The stream he feels makes him return his focus.

"She's been down there for a while. I can feel her cursed energy, but it's spreading."

Nanami moved his head to the side, the flying blade nicking just a strand of his hair. His eyes marked the blade that was levitating, a steady flow of energy around it.

"How clever, she's managed to implement her cursed energy so it acts by itself." Gojo remarked.

When they were finally able to see the ground, there was nothing but an indent in concrete.

"Watch your back."

Nanami flinched. The kick you deliver he evades. But in the wake of it, you have knocked his blade right out of his hand. It spins in the air, and soon it's engulfed by your energy. Just like the other one.

"Her target was my blade from the beginning."

He massaged his palm, and Gojo laughed.

"Good work, you now have two weapons at your disposal. But what are you going to do.." 

He disappeared and you grit your teeth, marking each direction.

"When your enemy doesn't use weapons."

Despite the clear advantage you now had, Gojo's sudden appearance in front of you makes you panic. He grabs a hold of your hand, and you prepare for the worst, but he doesn't do anything. He's just looking at you.

"What's he doing?"

You can't figure it out, nor can you get out of his grip.

"That's enough."

Nanami's stern voice says. He's by your side in a matter of seconds, and you drop both blades, no longer keeping them up with your cursed energy. Gojo releases your hand, and Nanami stands at your side protectively.

"What point were you trying to make?" Nanami sounds angry. Gojo folds his arms.

"I think it's obvious we're both taken with her. Don't you think Nanami."

You really didn't think Gojo would say such a thing.

"So what are you suggesting?"

"Well, since it's clear she'll have a hard time choosing, why not compromise." Gojo suggested.

"Wait a second...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS REALLY NEGOTIATING WHO GETS TO HAVE ME!!"

"Then would you prefer just one of us?" Nanami asks.

"A-Are you really going along with this!!!"

Nanami slides his glasses off.

"I can't say that I'm happy, but Gojo is known for acting irrational. He'll pursue you regardless of what I say." You blush.

They must be kidding. This had to be a game. He was messing with the both of you.

"He's just screwing around, do you think he's serious about-"

Your eyes spring open at the pair of lips that land on your own. Nanami looked just as shocked. He swung his fist at the male, and Gojo jumped back.

"My apologies, I guess I got a bit annoyed with all you were saying."

Your eyes shake as you cover your mouth in shock.

"H-He kissed me...."

"None of us are willing to forfeit, so this is the only alternative that we all end up happy. Don't you think so?" Nanami's eyes narrow at the suggestion.

What other choice did he really have?

"Excuse me."

You move to a tree, and they both look confused. When you slam your forehead into the solid surface Gojo and Nanami sweatdrop. You turned back, blood dripping down your face.

"Eh, so I'm not asleep. Eh heh heh heh."

You let out some concerning little giggles.

"I think we broke her." Gojo mutters.

"It's your fault." Nanami points out.

[bepisbee]

Cute fluff short someone yesterday said vidow waltz

The best way he could describe the neck high button up attire was: suffocating. Once again, like a petulant child, when Zelda went away to socialize with strangers, Shadow undid the top few buttons of his shirt. Much better. Now it felt like he could breathe. This was part of his “anti-villain training” being forced to attend stuffy balls and parties to learn how to behave. He glanced around the room until he met Vio’s pretty ice blue eyes. His cheeks were a slight pink and he looked away quickly. Shadow smirked, he must have accidentally caught him staring. At least he got to attend with a date. As much as the ridiculous clothing made no one look good.

Shadow gracefully made his way over where the blond head had disappeared into the crowd. He shifted easily around people, grazing two champagne flutes from a tray on the way. Vio startled as one was placed in his hands.

“I was wondering who was taking all your attention,” Shadow teased. “But it was just me all along.” Vio hid behind a sip.

“Mm.” He agreed though, “Yes well, I am not the only one noticing your constant unbuttoning.” behind them the gossip squad in the corner giggled among themselves. All flush from alcohol and crush watching.

“This thing is stuffy.” He defended. “It s just two buttons.”

“It’s two buttons in high society, dear.” Vio mumbled. Part of his fluster was jealousy it seemed. Shadow’s ears twitched at the slower turn the music around them took. It was like they wanted him to fall asleep here.

Vio sighed and shifted anxiously. A few people swayed to the floor softly. “We are going to have to do that at some point.” He admitted. Shadow looked over and made a face.

“You’ve had your foot broken twice already darlin.”

“You’ll be fine, we practiced, remember?” Oh he remembered alright. He was terrible and kept accidentally floating from their close contact. And then it ended with them both on the floor, and not in a fun way.

Shadow huffed, but went along easily when Vio dragged him out as violin’s picked up tempo. Oh no. His eyes widened. He knew this! This was so hard to do! Shadow couldn’t waltz!

Vio snickered at his expression and took the lead. The giggling corner watched with sharp jealous eyes. Hands and arms in position, gently. It made his skin tingle from the unexpectedly soft gesture. Vio led him gracefully.

“Just focus on me.” He leaned in to whisper, the most genuine tone he’s taken all night. “You're alright.” Shadow kept their eyes locked.

His pretty freckled face grew warm but he didn’t look away. It helped to stop thinking about his awkward two left feet and just move.

As he looked closer, he started to think maybe this outfit wasn’t so bad after all. Especially on Vio. Occasionally the collar moved just enough to see the edges of the bruise he’d left with his sharp teeth.

Their tunnel vision ended with the song. Making their way back off the designated dance area, they kept their hands clasped.

“See? Not so bad.” Vio took new drinks instead of the ones they had abandoned. He knew better from last time.

“Yeah, yeah. Only because it was with you.” His eyes trailed to Vio’s now popped open collar button. You could clearly see the bite mark there now. Shadow’s expression glowed in satisfaction at the sight.

“What?” Vio accused.

“Nothin darlin.” He wrapped an arm loosely around his waist.

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 20

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point. 

Warnings: Fighting; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part has no fatalities, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Since what happened with the thieves, Barrett did not like being away from camp for long. He didn’t like the idea of Hope being vulnerable or at risk, but taking care of her during her illness hadn’t let him hunt as frequently as usual. He didn’t want to leave her alone, but she also clearly didn’t like seeing when he ate humans, and he suspected she would react similarly to seeing him eat any other sort of small folk. But he needed food, and going hungry longer than usual meant he couldn’t afford to be picky. Which unfortunately meant leaving Hope at camp and hoping the smell of a syor living there would scare off most things. At least today had been a good hunt. A nice moose was caught, not a common find, and large enough to be rather filling. He paused on his walk back and his ears flicked as he heard an unfamiliar male voice. And he dropped his catch and charged forward. He flicked up the tertiary eyelid organ to see past the trees…something larger than Hope was at their camp. His feet moved with instinct before thoughts even formed. 

Another predator was in camp. Another predator was with his Hope.

“MINE!”

-----Earlier....-----

Hope was rather startled when a large naga, standing probably about 25 ft tall or a tad shorter, came through the trees. He had long curly hair that was so intensely black it was as if dipped in ink, but there were streaks of gray despite no other outward signs of great age.. From his vibrant blue coloration, and his thick build, he wasn't one of the native varieties. She wondered if his kind, like native nagas, had the potential to be dangerous predators. He very well could be, but if he was, he wasn't hunting her, instead he smiled warmly, “Hello there! I think I got a bit lost. Can you tell me where I am?”

Still, she was a bit wary. This could be a trick. And yet… How long had it been since she’d talked to someone? “I haven’t seen nagas your size in this area before. Too close to a syor settlement for them to thrive.”

The naga paused, considering, “Then I must be very far off track... May I sit here?” he asked as he gestured near where she sat on the shore of the lake.

 Hope nodded, “I don’t mind... but you may not want to stay long. There’s a syor in the area, and I doubt he would react well to you.”

The naga nodded in return, then curled up in a seated position near her before reassuring her and introducing himself, “That’s alright. I’m quite confident I can handle myself. I’ve studied quite a bit of magic. I’m Taevis by the way.”

The potential overconfidence didn't do much to assuage Hope’s concerns. But they had just started talking and it was going so well, and Barrett was probably still hunting decently far away. “I’m Hope. You say you studied magic but didn’t mention the college... Did you study somewhere else? Like I heard there’s places of study on the far continent... I hope you are right about being able to defend yourself from a syor. He will come back for me... so far doesn’t seem to intend to eat me, but that could probably change at any time... but he definitely isn’t going to let me run off. He left me here while he went to hunt, you can see the tent he uses right over there. If you want, I have a pretty good idea of the direction of the nearest syorian town. They can help you get your bearings there.”

Taevis listened attentively to her, frowning a bit at her ramblings. “If you want me to leave that badly, I can head off... but I was enjoying your company. I’ve been wandering lost for a while now.”

Hope’s eyes widened as she realized her rudeness and she shook her head vigorously, “Oh I definitely love the company. Since that syor has decided to... I don’t know... keep me? I haven’t had much chance to speak to people. Mostly just him, and that’s mostly me hoping every day that he doesn’t change his mind about keeping me alive. I just worry about your safety is all. If you are that confident you can defend yourself, I really do love having someone to talk to. I’ve missed it.”

Taevis’ face flushed slightly, “I don’t intend to scare, but I’m pretty confident I’m one of the most dangerous things around! I’d be far more worried about being lost than about the syor. But even if I’m dangerous, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m really glad to have run into someone so helpful to a stranger!”

 “I like to help people... but my desire to help others has gotten me in trouble a few times,” Hope chuckled nervously, “Like the fact these days I rarely get to see or talk to anyone. Last time he found a traveler, he just ate them. Can’t exactly have a conversation if the person immediately becomes food... And it’s not like I can have much conversation with the syor... I’m still not sure how long he’s going to keep me around before I end up like that traveler.” Hope shrugged and took a deep breath , “But nothing I can do about it, so at the very least I can be kind to the first person I’ve had a proper conversation with in... I’m not even sure how long anymore. Two months? Three?”

Taevis considered her words then smiled down at Hope, “You could always come with me. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t go around eating travelers, at least. I have no real idea where I’m going at the moment, but it sounds better than staying here!”

Hope sighed even deeper and tried to laugh but it came out wrong, “That’s very kind of you, but I guarantee the syor won’t let me go. But until he comes back, if you want, I have plenty of food. He’s been taking everything the travelers carry, and the amount of food... it’ll go bad before I could ever eat it all. It’s in that cart over there. As for directions... following the lake shore that way will lead to a river. There’s a town just upstream,” she pointed in the direction of the town. 

This new revelation surprised Taevis, “He eats travelers and makes you use their stuff? That’s kind of fucked up! And it seems a proper comb hasn’t been in those supplies. How about I help you with your hair a bit, since you’ve helped me with my problem of being lost?”and he pulled a human sized comb from one of the pouches at his waist.

Now it was Hope’s turn to be surprised, and she nodded hesitantly. She tensed up when he put his hands around her to pick her up and set her on his coils, if he was hunting her she was now in his clutches. At least she knew Barrett would avenge her. Then her fear melted away as the comb went through her hair.  The strong but delicate hands held her secure and though the comb pulled a bit, it felt nice rather than painful. She didn't even flinch when he took out a knife to cut the dead ends. How long had it been since someone had been gentle with her?

Hope was so relaxed she didn't hear Taevis ask her about her life before ending up in her current situation. He had to repeat the question. Now she genuinely smiled, not a shred of discomfort left, “I had a beautiful farm... I actually came out this way to get some new...”

“MINE!”

The roar came as Barrett charged out of the trees.

The naga hissed and slithered back rapidly and held himself tall, knife in one hand, and with the other… Well he tried to put Hope behind him, to protect the vulnerable human. But she ran out and stood between the two monsters. 

Hope was determined to defuse the situation without bloodshed, and she knew Barrett’s first instinct would be to grab her, though she was worried that Taevis would attack as she was lifted up by the syor. Thankfully he didn’t. And more thankfully, Barrett, who was running on pure possessive instinct, didn't crack any ribs snatching her up. 

With Hope in hand Barrett’s eyes looked down upon the naga, taking its smaller size and making quick judgments as to how dangerous it may be. His predator calculations worked quickly to give him an answer. “Looks like I don’t need to hunt anymore…”

A deeper hiss, almost a growl, came from the naga, “Listen, syor. I did not come seeking a fight, but it will not go well if you press the issue.” 

Barrett growled lower, “You were messing with something that belongs to me. I know you could smell I have been here a while and she is mine. Besides, I still need a meal.”

“I recommend hunting elsewhere,” Taevis warned, eyes flashing.

Barrett smirked, confident as he extended his claws, “But I just found something large enough I won’t have to hunt for a few days… Why would I walk away from such a substantial meal?”

The naga exhaled a cloud of frosty mist, intending the elemental magic to be sufficient warning and make it clear to this syor that physical size won’t win this fight. A miscalculation on his part, the syor charged forward and slashed with his claws. The unexpected stupidity caught Taevis off guard and he felt pain as the claws made contact. Then the lightning Taevis had been preparing struck Barrett’s arm, making the syor jerk back as his skin burned and muscles seized with electricity and pain. 

Barrett hesitated to charge again, his predator brain re-calculating. While a large meal was good, getting Hope away from this other predator was top priority. It was time to leave, or convince the naga to leave. Cursing from the pain of the attack he spat at the naga, “What the fuck… nagas don’t do that… Just… get out of here. I’ll just eat the human.”

Taevis let out a very un-naga-like growl, “I was afraid you’d say that,” and lunged forward with another bolt of electricity. At the same time Barrett pulled a dagger from his waist, snarling. 

Barrett charged again, slashing the dagger at the naga’s face and cutting him across the cheek. This time he knew he lacked the element of surprise, and making contact with the knife wasn't his true goal. As Taevis moved away Barrett anticipated the direction and kicked at the naga’s serpent body, punting it into the lake. It landed with a satisfying splash and Barrett allowed himself a self congratulatory purr. Until the surface of the lake bulged, a hill as large as himself made of water rose up, and broke. 

Instead of a naga emerging from the water, a horned humanoid that was, to Barrett's acute dismay, well over a head taller than he was. Horns curved back on the head, bluish silver scales visible on the cheeks under the gash from the dagger. Decorative metal decorated the horns as well as earrings and even gold cuffs on the draconic wings spreading behind him. A long reptilian tail, adorned with those silver scales and fins on the end lashed back and forth creating waves taller than Hope in the water. True vicious talons on the hands made Barrett suddenly aware of his own less substantial retractable claws. A demidragon. Offspring or descended from true dragons, and no less dangerous than the full blooded sort.

The demidragon stepped out of the lake, clawed feet furrowing the damp ground, and Barrett struggled to not show apprehension as Taevis spread his wings to further emphasize his superior size. Barrett was determined to deny Taevis the satisfaction and showing any fear. And Barrett was afraid… but Hope was his and only his, so he tightened his grip on his blade, and held Hope to his chest. “Just leave! I won’t let you take her!” Focusing on his own abilities, Barrett decided to demonstrate the magic syor did have. He flung the dagger, using his natural magic to shoot it towards Taevis’ wing joint. But the demidragon, with an agonizingly casual motion, blocked it with an arm.

With his focus split between his dagger and his Hope, even his quick reflexes failed as Taevis quickly turned his thick tail, sweeping Barrett’s feet out from under him, followed by a horrible loud THUMP and CRACK as Barrett landed on his back. “Don’t you fucking touch Hope! I’ll cut your throat!” His voice broke with fear instead of aggression as he tried the knife again, flinging it wildly at Taevis. 

Having announced the second attack, Taevis was easily able to grab the dagger from mid-air. He ignored the blood dripping from his palm and electricity crackled through his hand, heating the knife white hot and deforming it in the shape of his grip.

Taevis let it drop as he stepped forward, placed a heavy clawed foot on Barrett's chest, knelt down, and got his talons around the wrist which held Hope. Barrett’s eyes narrowed and he growled, “I’ll bite your throat out! I won’t let you take her!” 

Taevis ignored him and spoke words that Barrett did not recognize, summoning gleaming magic that wrapped rapidly around the syor. Once the syor was thoroughly immobilized, Taevis growled, “You want to eat her. I’m not going to let that happen.” He pressed his talons into the soft underflesh of Barrett's wrist and with his other hand pried open Barretts fist. It wasn't that hard, the syor was not crushing the human; not that surprising since they like them alive and squirming after all. 

Barrett snarled at the demidragon, “Like I would actually eat the woman who saved my life!” 

That piqued Taevis’ interest and against his better judgment he let the syor continue to breathe and speak. 

“But saying that makes other syor back off so I thought it would work with other predators!” 

Taevis studied the syor’s expression, thinking. He wasn’t from this region, but had heard from travelers that syor were unusually honest, unless deceit was needed for extreme situations. Keeping a human was not an extreme situation.. Protecting kin, mates, and other giants that were close might qualify and thus force abnormally honest creature to lie… But he did not have enough experience with the species to be sure. 

“Hmm… Do not try to get loose from your bindings.” He moved to open his own hand that had taken Hope from the syor, holding her on upturned palm to try to make her feel less restrained, “Hope, is what he saying true? He threatened to rip my throat out… which was… unexpected.” He could see Hope was nervous with his larger size, so he further adjusted his hold and she relaxed a bit more. 

It still took a moment for her to find her voice, “I… did save his life. That’s what I meant by helping others ending badly… I was about to tell you before he showed up… and… he has said he’ll eat me to another syor who tried to grab me once… but I’ve never been sure if saving his life was enough that he wouldn’t change his mind about keeping me alive…” 

Barrett was surprised by the last part of what Hope said, “I was half starved after you spent weeks freeing me from that rockslide and I didn’t kill you then! Why would I kill you now when I’m not half starved to death?”

In an attempt to reassure Hope, Taevis cupped his hand slightly to provide a cage of talons between her and the syor. His eyes flashed as he glared at Barrett, “I was speaking to the young woman. I am not going to trust you until she corroborates your claims… Besides, can‘t hardly blame her with your kind’s reputation.”

To Taevis’ surprise, Hope peeked over his hand to look at Barrett, “Your kind is notorious for having no regard for human life, and the way you have been hunting travelers makes it clear that hasn’t changed!” her harsh expression turned to surprise as she heard her own torrent of words. She sighed, sitting down on Taevis’s palm as she considered what else her new… friend? captor? wanted to know, “I… I don’t know. I’ve been stuck with him this long and… I just don’t know. He acts sorta nice, for a syor I guess… but also won’t let me leave… It didn't exactly help matters when he tortured and ate my father right in front of me…”

Barrett’s ears twitched at the mention of her father, “I do not regret eating your father. When I brought him back because he smelled like you, the look of pure fear on your face at the sight of him made it clear what I had to do.”

“Should I give you two some privacy?” Taevis narrowed his eyes, “Or perhaps it is my having her safe from you that allows such a discussion…” His tone softened a bit, “If so can at least get more comfortable…?”

Barrett let out a deep hissing sigh, “Hope barely says a word to me these days. The last time she has said this much was when I was trapped under those rocks. I do not like these restraints and I do not like you touching what’s mine… But Hope is actually talking to me for once.”

Hope looked down briefly as she thought about the situation, then at the hand around her, then up at Taevis before looking back down, “Well… a demidragon is strong enough that if you did lose your temper, you couldn’t hurt me…” She turned her eyes to meet Taevis’s, “Please don’t leave me alone with him…” 

Taevis nodded, “Well then, Hope… if you are confident enough in my protection, would you mind if I released his restraints before I lose feeling in my knees? I won’t leave, and I won’t set you down until you are ready.” Hope took some time to consider and nodded. Taevis gestured and released the magic restraining Barrett however hee tensed in preparation as Barrett sat up.“I recommend sitting near the lake, the cool water will ease the electrical burns.”

Barrett hesitated, his instincts to care for his wounds at war with his aversion to moving even a few steps further away from Hope. Finally the pain won and he knelt by the water to soak his wrist.

 Hope expressed a bit of surprise, “You burned Barrett?”she glanced back at his tail again. 

Taevis only glanced briefly at hope, keeping focused on Barrett, “So that’s his name? And yes. While my tail may have the fins of the oceanic dragons, I’m a mix of silver and oceanic..” -

Hope nodded as she thought over that explanation, “That explains the lightning. I’ve met silver dragons and demidragons before. Even had some visit my farm on occasion.” 

Taevis smiled slightly, “I heard some of my kind live around this continent, but I actually traveled here from quite far away, This is my first encounter with one of his kind” meaning syor, “I’d heard stories of these ‘evil giants that treat smaller races as food’. I thought it might be an exaggeration, but he has proven me wrong.” He turned to look at Barrett with a slight glare, “I now suspect you could tell I wasn’t threatening her and you were using ‘protection’ as an excuse to make a meal of me before you knew what I am. With that kind of behavior, I don’t blame her for fearing a change of heart!”

Barrett gave a snort, “You aren’t her. She’s special. She spent weeks saving my life, so I intend to protect her. You were a potential meal. Good meat ain’t always easy to find.”

Taevis thought for a moment as he calmed, “While I understand protecting those you care about, and getting a nice treat as a bonus… that doesn’t seem to be what you were actually doing. It is curious that you would act as if it was…I heard syor aren’t big on deception, and the only one you would be deceiving is Hope… meaning.”

Taevis waited to see if Barrett would continue and when he didn’t, “Meaning… you do care about not upsetting her enough to go against your normal straightforward nature.”

Barrett grumbled under his breath a bit. Clearly unhappy with the implication he was being dishonest in some way, but also not outright denying it. It was true that syor tended to be true to their word and not all that inclined to lie. Occasionally lying to give false hope to humans they caught, that he had done. But that’s not what Taevis was talking about. Protecting a human’s feelings was simply not done. “Still not happy about you touching Hope…”

Hope frowned, “I don’t see what the big deal is, he’s been very kind and friendly.”

Taevis rolled his eyes, “and Yet at you do seem happy that she is more open to talking. But perhaps you will be in a more amicable mood after having some food.”

Barrett gave a slight snort, “Well the bull moose I killed before I saw you is enough for me and Hope.”

This, for reasons Barrett couldn’t understand but Taevis could, angered Hope, “Wait, you were successful at hunting, but you still tried to eat a naga?” 

Barrett shrugged, “Bull moose is a meal for one day, naga is a meal for several.” 

Taevis glanced around the campsite, “I don’t see anything for you to prepare the moose… Where is your cooking fire?” 

Barrett rolled his eyes, “Why would I waste time cooking it? The only reason I didn’t eat it immediately was to see if Hope wanted some.”

Taevis pinched his nose, “You are saying that all these piles of supplies and you don’t even prepare proper meals for yourself? No wonder you are so scrawny and hungry.” He surveyed the piles, “Hope will never use the supplies before they go bad, so why not combine the moose with some veggies that are about to go bad and make something that will last both of us a couple days?”

Barrett was rather confused at the suggestion, “Mix the meat… with something else? You mean like the syorian do? I’m not a wimpy syorian. I don’t do that. I hunt like any proper syor.”

The look of astonishment on Taevis’ face made Barrett uncomfortable, and Taevis’ response didn’t help “You.. aren’t familiar with cooking…” he said with concern before grinning with all his teeth. A mouth full of vicious fangs. “Well I happen to be a very good cook. It will keep it from going bad and be much more filling.”

Hope piped up, “There’s a ton of metal cookware in the carts! If we combine all the metal we have we can make a great pan to cook with! Oh I would love to share some recipes! I wonder if they would turn out as good when done at such a large size…”

Barrett was taken aback by Hope’s boldness and excitement about the prospect of cooking yet he was still hesitant. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not, “You want me to do what syorians do with food…”

Taevis arched a brow as he looked at Barrett again, “Like demidragons do. Like many scaly dragons do. You aren’t saying your kind are better than dragons, are you?” he flashed his teeth again. 

Barrett frowned and looked away, not sure how to respond. Taevis stood. “I’m going to go find that dead moose. You keep soaking that hand. Hope seems to want to stay by me at the moment, but we will remain close, I can smell it is just beyond those trees.”

Barrett gave a slight snarl, “I don’t like you having my Hope… But she…” his words faltered so instead he growled, “Try to steal her and demidragon or not I will hunt you down.”

With a shrug of his wings Taevis turned to walk back into the woods, and hoped to have a private conversation with Hope before their return to the clearing, assuming the syor stayed by the lake to soak the burn. 

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[demosuo]

The Snow Melted (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

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The day finally came. After two days of rest and care, Fuyuhito would start training you. He showed you through the course he wanted you to complete, making you lead the way back down to observe how you went. He put you through plenty of physically straining exercises that left your body aching and in pain. He showed you different breathing techniques you needed to completely master before even attempting to perform any snow forms. He showed you how to properly on to your sword, how to hold it for specific forms, and how to wield it. 

Any time the two of you would spar, he would knock you down to the ground, watching how quickly you would get back up to have another swing at him. He would always show you how to position yourself, watching you copy him. 

Never once has he laid his hands on you, it didn’t feel necessary unless you specifically asked him for help. The only times he did was to ruffle your hair to mess it up, or to help you get off the ground.

“Your form is off. You’re leaving too many open spots for me to attack.”

“How about this then!”

“Wrong.”

“Alright… How about now!”

“Wrong again.”

“What about this!”

“Now you’re just playing around, focus!”

Months and months passed as he kept training you. Every time he felt it was starting to get too easy for you, he would make things more difficult. The time it took you to get through the course became faster and faster, maybe you’d be able to beat his former students' record soon. 

Your instincts have grown sharp, dodging all of his traps that he would change, and set up every morning. Your stamina clearly increased as you were able to withstand the amount of exercise without needing as many breaks as before. 

“You must remember this, dear snowflake. Never let your anger or sadness get the best of you during battle. It will suffocate you.” He stood above you, watching you get worked up over getting knocked down for the nth time. “It will fill up your lungs. It will feel like you are being crushed by layers of heavy snow. I’ve watched enough of my previous students nearly kill themselves over a simple spar.” You looked up at him from the ground, wincing as you felt dirt get into your scratches.

“I never want to hear anything about you losing yourself in battle nor do I want to witness it. Do you understand?” His voice was firm and blunt. You held your hand out to him, grunting as he helped you back onto your feet.

“Understood.”

“I will continue to warn you about your emotions if need be, but I should not have to. I expect you to take this seriously, as it does involve your life. You can let out your emotion after the battle is over.” His eyes were furrowed, never once leaving yours. 

“I understand, Fuyuhito. I will do everything I can to keep my emotions at bay.” You replied, returning the same seriousness in your tone as his. His body relaxed, his gaze softening with the satisfaction of your reply.

“Good. Let’s work on your forms. There has been a significant improvement lately. Show me all six forms.” 

Day and night, day and night, it finally came to the day of final selection. You were able to master all six forms of snow breathing. He could try and be difficult and try to nitpick everything but there was nothing for him to point out. He was proud. The former snow hashira was feeling confident enough to send you away to the test. After two and a half years of training and preparation, you were going to prove to him, and to yourself that you can defend yourself. With confidence, with no second thoughts, and without hesitation.

“Before you go,” He turned around to face you, holding a light blue and white gradient haori and a nichirin sword. “Please, take these with you.”

“Are… Are you sure?” He nodded, watching you carefully take the sword and attach it to your belt. You took off your old haori, putting on the new one. You took the sword out of its sheath, admiring how beautiful it looked. The haori was a beautiful white-to-baby blue gradient with small faded snowflakes printed into the blue. The ends were carefully cut to make them look like the arms of a snowflake, it was like nothing you’d ever seen before.

“Now you really look like a demon slayer.” He chuckled. He placed his hand on your back, guiding you out of the place you called home. “Are you ready?”

“I am. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Fuyuhito.” You gave him a smile, and he returned one to you. Before you could take another step forward, one that would not have him by your side, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him.

“Please, (Y/N). Come back to me alive.” He spoke in a voice that was just above a whisper as he held his arms tightly around you. He didn't want to let you go. He wanted to be selfish and try to come up with an excuse to keep you back longer. He wasn’t sure if you were going to come back alive or have a crow tell him that you didn’t make it. But he knew he couldn’t keep you behind because of his worries. You needed this step for your journey.

“Of course, I will. When I come back, I want a big dinner where we can eat as much as we want! Alright?” He let out a hum of agreement before you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as he was to you. 

He finally managed to bring himself to let go, keeping his eyes trained on you as you trudged away in the direction of the final selection. 

“I will be back, that’s a promise! So wait for me! I’ll be back soon, father!” You gave him one final wave before putting your attention towards the path.

“She called me father…” A fond smile crawled onto his lips. He felt like he accomplished a long, hard mission, it filled him with pride. “She called me father!”

–

You walked through the tunnel of wisteria trees, feeling the nerves build up inside of you. Only this time, it wasn’t because you were anxious, it was because you were excited. 

As you entered the open area, you glanced around at your surroundings, looking at all the different people who have showed up for this test. Some looked like they already wanted to turn back, and some looked as if they were better than everyone here, some looked like they were about to burst into tears. 

There were probably around twenty or more people here. A pair of eyes landed on you, followed by one more. One of them made their way towards you, feeling bad that you looked excluded from everything.

“Hey! I’m Sabito, what’s your name?” A voice called out to you, snapping you out of your trance. You turned to look at the owner of the voice. He had peach-coloured hair and wore a green kimono, patterned with a geometric hexagon design of yellow and a darker green. 

“This is Tomioka!” The smaller boy peeked out from behind his friend, giving you a small wave. Although he was timid, his eyes glistened with curiosity, it almost seemed as if he wanted to say something. He’s cute.

“I’m (Y/N), are you guys feeling nervous?” You tried to continue the conversation, not expecting anyone to walk up to you.

“I’m feeling pretty confident, I don’t know about him.” The peach-haired boy chuckled, waving off the annoyed look from his friend. “Hey, what do you say we team up? It’ll make things a lot easier.”

“I appreciate the offer but I will have to say no to it.” You gave Sabito an apologetic look, noticing how Tomioka looked upset about your rejection. “I’m sure I’ll bump into you guys, I want to hear you guys brag about how many demons you’ve killed!” You tried joking around with them, in hopes to lighten up the mood you accidentally bought down. Both of them perked up seconds after, nodding to your comment. They were both so cute.

The three of you continued to chatter, slowly getting more comfortable with each other. Tomioka occasionally peeped in a comment before going back to watching the two of you talk. That sparkle in his eyes never left.

“Good evening.” Two identical girls showed up, both holding lanterns. Both were wearing identical purple kimonos and a wisteria flower hair clip. All the whispers chimed down as everyone put their focus on them. “Tonight you’ve come to the demon slayer corp final selection. Thank you all for being here.” They explained how demons have been caught by demon slayer swordsmen, and have been kept here for this event. For you to pass the final selection, you must survive seven days without any help from outside.

Seven whole days, you can handle this. You’re capable of surviving until the morning after the week, you will get out of this alive and go back to Fuyuhito. Hopefully, after it’s all over, you’ll be able to visit Tanjiro on his charcoal run.

“Now, your trial begins.” The twins said in unison. No one dared to move forward, many having second thoughts upon entering. Taking a deep breath in, you were the first to step forward. Shortly after, everyone else followed suit, entering the area beyond the wisteria’s protection.

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“Snow breathing: Fourth Form - Piercing Blizzard!” 

You swing your sword at the two demons coming your way, drawing them in and watching them get sliced in the necks. The demon's body disintegrates into the abyss after a gargle and a screaming from them. You continued to run off in a random direction, hoping to encounter more demons. A grimace fell upon your face as you saw the bodies of unfortunate participants, you stopped at any that you came across. Sending your prayers to them out of respect before resuming your hunt. 

The only moment of rest you could get was if you could find a spot in the sun up in the trees. Even then, it was too risky to let your guard down by sleeping. You had to be on guard at all times, who knows if a demon is going to snatch your leg and pull you back down into the shady area? Tonight, thankfully, is the last night. You need to get through this one last night and you’ll be able to go back home, just like you promised to your old man.

“GIYUU!” 

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, immediately recognising the name. You took a sharp turn, quickly sprinting towards the desperate voices. When you arrived, there in front of you was a massive hand demon, Tomioka struggling to stand back up and Sabito trying to keep the attention all on him so his friend could recover. Quickly climbing to the nearest tree, with everything you could muster, you launched yourself off the highest branch.

“Snow breathing: Fifth Form - Six Snow Shards!”

The shards came down at high speeds, slicing the arms before shattering from the impact of the ground. All attention was on you now as you landed on the demon itself. A hand tried to reach out to you with the intent of throwing you off its body. You quickly jumped out of the way, bringing your sword down once more to slice that arm off. You landed in front of the demon, feeling a wave of fear wash over you as you realised just how small you were compared to the monstrosity. 

“Awww, aren’t you cute? Here to try and save them are we?” The demon sneered at you. You tighten your grip on your sword, moving your body into an offensive position. You saw Sabito making his way over to Tomioka to check up on him. Sabito helped the injured boy onto his feet, glaring at the demon from the side. You charged towards the demon, dodging the hands and trying to slice as many as you could. You had to get close enough to slice its neck. Were you able to do it? Its neck was thick, with multiple arms covering the base of it and most of its head. 

Your breath hitched as you felt a hand lift you, squeezing you with his grip slowly tightening. You couldn’t react quickly enough and now you were panicking. All of the oxygen was being forcefully squeezed out of your lungs and you couldn’t get your arms free from the grip. Just as you were about to call out to one of the boys, a pink flash flew past your sight. At that moment, you felt the oxygen rushing back as you took a deep inhale. You fell onto the ground, your head spinning from the lack of air that was in your body. A hand grabbed onto your wrist, pulling you up and running.

“I need you and Giyuu to distract him as much as you can, I’m going to try and attack him from behind.” You nodded, following his instructions as he let go of your wrist when you were near the black-haired boy.

“You ready?” You looked at his injured form, only hoping that he wouldn’t get any more hurt as this battle continued.

“Yes.” And with that, the two of you charged at him in sync, trying to combine your form. One attacking from the left and one attacking from the right. You pulled him to the side, helping him dodge an attack that came from below. You made eye contact with Sabito, he was waiting for the right chance to strike. Who knows if this will be his only chance or if he’ll have another, it was better not to risk it. Fatigue was slowly starting to push through your bodies, you and Giyuu start to lose momentum. 

“Wait a minute, where is the other one–” 

“Water breathing: First Form - Water Surface Slash! Tenfold!” Everything was starting to look hopeful until the sound of the sword shattering echoed in the air, it was the only thing you could hear as both you and Tomioka watched the demon laugh at his attempt. A hand came to grab Sabito’s head, gripping it tightly as he struggled to get out. 

“SABITO!” The boy next to you yelled, being the first to snap out of the frozen state. He rushed towards the demon, only to come to a halt as he heard a loud snap, multiple cracking noises, and finally a wet thud. Filled with devastation, he instead ran towards his fallen friend, holding him close to his chest. The demon's laugh got louder at the sight, mocking them. 

You couldn’t move. You felt something keeping you stuck in your spot even though there was nothing. Sabito had the perfect chance to perform the attack but if his sword shattered trying to cut its neck, there was no way you would be able to do it. You wouldn’t have anyone to distract him as Tomioka looked as if he was about to pass out any moment, you weren’t going to have a chance. You turned to look at the injured boy, locking eyes with him. 

Your priority has changed now. It was like something snapped inside of you. 

You need to get yourself and Tomioka away from the fight before another life is taken away. You ran towards him, prying him away from his dead friend. His grip slipped off his friend's arm, only now grabbing onto the green and yellow haori. Swiftly but carefully picking him up and running in a random direction. You looked back at the body that once had energy, feeling tears well up.

I’m sorry.

“Wait, we can’t leave him, let me go! We have to go back.” He tried to wriggle out of your grasp. He wanted to avenge his friend this instant.

“He’s dead, Tomioka! You can barely stand up! This isn’t a fight that we can win!” You yelled back, shutting him up in a second. You held onto him tightly, understanding his pain. You kept him close. 

You ran until you found yourself giving out near a secluded spot. You pressed your body against him, trying to protect him from hitting the ground because of you. Your breathing was ragged, feeling exhausted from everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. 

Fatigue had finally caught up to you but that was the least of your concerns for now. You looked down at Tomioka, noticing his tear-streaked face. He had already passed out but he was still holding tightly onto the haori.

You couldn’t sense any demons around. You finally took this opportunity to relax. These past few days, you have been extremely tense. Not even having a moment to yourself as you would keep bumping into demons or trying to save other participants from one. 

You pulled yourself to the closest tree, leaning up against it as you adjusted Giyuu’s head to be resting on your thighs. You tried to drape the green and yellow haori over him as a blanket of some sort. The fight replayed in your head over and over again, you couldn’t get rid of the dreadful noise of a sword shattering, followed by the sound of bones crushing. 

“Damn it!” Tears ran down your cheeks, they felt hot against your skin. You wiped them away, trying to focus on your breathing so your crying could come to an end quickly. Every breath you took in came out quicker than the last, you were starting to hyperventilate. It has been so long since you last felt this way and you hated it. You felt movement on your thighs, looking down to see a tearful expression on Giyuu’s face. Have you woken him up? 

He managed to push himself up, wiping out the tears that came out. The two of you stared at each other briefly before he was pulled into a tight embrace, you holding him to your chest as you grieved. You didn’t know the two of them at all, so why was it hitting you so hard? He buried his head into your shoulder, finally letting his tears run free, holding onto you tightly as if you were going to disappear on him as well.

“I’m so sorry.” Apologies stuttered out one after another. You felt like you were at fault for Sabito’s death. There was nothing you could have done, you shouldn’t be blaming yourself. The demon was too strong for any of you. 

“He’s really…” His voice was hushed. He knew the answer but he was clinging to anything he could to be told his thoughts were wrong. He wasn’t ready to face the truth yet.

“He is…” You tried to keep yourself together, wanting to comfort the poor man. A choked sob escaped his mouth as he let out a heartbreaking cry. Your grip on him tightens, placing a hand on the back of his head as the two of you both mourned. They were so close to passing the trial together, why did it have to be now? How was he supposed to go back to Urokodaki by himself? Will he be equally as upset as him? Would the older man be upset at him?

Who knows how much time had passed? It felt like they were crying for hours. Both were exhausted out of their minds, ready to collapse at any moment. They were able to steady their breath, with the occasional hiccup every so often. Your robe was soaked from his tears and your own. He lifted his head to look at you. Your eyes were bloodshot red but so were his. They felt puffy and dry. You gently placed your hands on the side of his face, tilting his head down to press a small kiss to his forehead before bringing his head back to your shoulder. 

“CAW! THE FINAL NIGHT HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED! PLEASE FOLLOW ME TO THE MEETING GROUND! CAW CAW! I REPEAT!” 

The calls from the kasugai crow startled the both of you. The sun had just started rising on the horizon. They both made it to the end.

“Are you ready to get up?” You kept your tone low, not wanting to cause another burst of tears. You loosened the grip around him, placing your hands on his shoulders and slowly pulling him away from you. He shook his head, not ready to depart from your warmth just yet. “We’ll give it another minute, we can’t keep the others waiting at the meeting, alright? Try not to fall asleep on me.” He furrowed his brows and nodded, almost as if he was telling you that he wasn’t going to. You could see him fighting the melatonin. 

–

The two of you walked back, following the crow. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, your hand holding onto it while the other was around his waist to hold up him. You had tied Sabito’s haori around his waist so he wouldn’t strain his hand by holding it all the way back. It was a slow journey back but you made it. You looked around at the lasting participants, all equally beaten up or injured. There were only six people who had survived the seven nights. How tragic. You could only pray for their safety on their journey back home.

“Welcome back everyone,” the twins from before the trial appeared in front of the group. ”And congratulations. We’re pleased to see you’re safe.” The twins explained how they were going to take their measurements for their official uniform and how the rankings will show and work. The twins clapped in sync, six crows emerging from nowhere before landing on their assigned individual. Everyone let out a noise of shock before trying to familiarise themselves with their crow. 

“Please, step forward and pick the ore you wish to have your sword made from.” 

They all look the same? Even the colours of the ores were similar. You helped Tomioka up the steps, making sure that wouldn’t trip on any of them.

You grabbed an ore before handing it to the twins. Tomioka followed suit not too long after. You helped him back down the stairs, waiting for what seemed to be a medic group to make their rounds to the two of you to clean your wounds and bandage them up. You let go of him when they came up to you, letting them handle him while one attended to you. You glanced over at the man next to you, his face showed no emotion, and his eyes lost the spark you saw before the trial. They looked dull.

“Will you be alright getting home?” You thanked the person treating you, taking a step towards the slayer. His lips pressed into a line and nodded. Seeing him like this, your heart clenched. 

“I’ll be off now, Tomioka. Please get back safely.” 

There wasn’t much you could do for him at this very moment. You needed to get home before it got dark, you are in no shape to fight any lurking demons. You gave him one last smile before walking in the direction of your home. You didn’t get too far before feeling a hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.

“Will… Will I get to see you again..?” His grip was tight and shaking. It took a couple of seconds to get over your initial shock. You placed your hand on top of his, hoping that he would look you in the eyes just one more time.

“Of course, you definitely will. I hope we get to work on missions together. Let’s grab something to eat the next time we see each other, okay?” He nodded his head, his grip loosening up. Now it was your turn to hold onto his arm. He lifted his view from the ground to face you with confusion. “Please, look after yourself, Tomioka.” He averted his eyes from yours.

“I’ll try.”

“Good! I’ll see you around then.” You gave him one quick hug before walking away, ready to go home to finally sleep and relax. He stared at your retreating figure until it was out of sight before turning in the opposite direction, making his trip back to his master.

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I'm slowly getting back into writing and this was my first time writing a fight scene, sorry if it was rushed!!

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Yandere!Thrawn x F!reader chapter 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Tag: Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslighting, feeding, bathing

You wake up with a terrible headache. One of your eyes barely opens and you can’t move your body, too ankylosed.

You’re…. You’re neither in the med bay nor your room? You’re on satin covers in a double bed in a large bedroom that you don’t know. You lower your gaze to see your arm and your leg in a cast. Your nose is super painful, you’re convinced it’s broken. In fact your whole body is terribly painful, you try to roll on your side and feel all your bones crack.

You abandon the idea of rolling up, standing up is impossible, walking is a dream…

What now?

You try to push your body in a sitting position and manage after groans of pain and failed attempts. When you finally succeed the door in front of the bed slides open.

“ You are awake, I am relieved.” Thrawn says with a comforting smile.

“Thrawn?” You ask, head still foggy “Where… Where am I? Why am I not in my room?”, “Still as sharp as ever, I see. You are in my bedroom.” 

You just remain mute at that fact. His room? 

He simply sits on the edge of the bed and puts his hand on your forehead. “You have no fever, that is reassuring.”, “Why am I not in the med bay?” you inquire. “Spirits are too heated to let you without surveillance and security, so I took it upon myself to look after you.” He says softly, almost joyfully.

“I… Thank you.” you just mutter. “You are welcome.” He smiles. “I could not leave you in open danger like that.” You shiver, he didn’t say “contrary to you.” but you clearly felt it. You slowly raise your gaze to him, almost timidly and he meets it with clear resolute eyes. “You put us in a difficult situation, earlier.” He chides “I hope you are aware of your responsibilities in what happened.”

What responsibilities? You got beat up by a mob of angry colleagues…

“I… No?” You groan in pain, pulling on the cover over yourself in a self soothing motion. “I’m having a hard time seeing how it could be my fault?” you say genuinely lost.

“If you did not stray from the right path you would not have incurred the wrath of your tormentor.” He explains. Stray from the right path? What does that mean? What did you do? You did nothing wrong, right? What could have you done wrong? You mentally repass the last months in your head trying to find the catalyst of that hate and violence  but you followed orders diligently, you didn’t speak ill of anybody, you didn’t do anything reprehensible or wrong to someone. So what did you do? The only thing coming to your mind is Thrawn, but he would never do such a thing! He is not twisted like that.

You must have done something or this wouldn’t have happened to you. Right?

“I… I don’t know, I just…”. He cuts you, raising his open hand, “It is useless to brood over your past errors. You cannot do anything to erase them, what you have done is done and here to stay. The only thing you can do is work harder to right your wrongs.” 

“Thrawn, I assure you… I did nothing.”, “Now, now, (Y/n). You clearly have done something, people do not turn against others for the simple pleasure of it. I wish I was there to help you in that moment but I needed time to heal after what you have done to me.” He calmly explains.

“I… I am sorry, Thrawn.” you murmur honestly, shuddering. “I accept your excuses. But that will be the only time.” He mercifully conceded. “Not everyone is as understanding as I am, you should be more careful.”

“I’m… sorry…” you can only repeat. He takes your hand and squeezes it with a gentle smile. “Now, we should focus on your recovery. I defend you from leaving the bed and my suite.”, “I hardly see how I can even roll on the side, I’m completely paralyzed.”, “Poor thing. I will help you, then.” he just responds as if it was obvious.

“What? No! You have work and things to do, leave me with a droid, I will find a way to manage”, “Your frail body is still too fragile to be manipulated by crude mechanical beings, they will only hurt you more. Let me take care of everything.” He counters. You’re about to retort something back when you cross his eyes.

You shiver.

Something in his gaze makes you shut up instantly. He is smiling but his eyes aren’t laughing. They are dark and resolute. This is not a proposition from your friend but an order from your Grand Admiral.

“...Alright, Grand Admiral.” you submit reluctantly. “That is the spirit.” he answers with a dark cold voice inciting no resistance. “You will have a warm dinner and then I will run you a bath.”

You do not need to know he is the one that cleaned your body each evening when you were unconscious. He will leave that detail out… But he didn’t deprive himself to take some pictures and movies. Why would he? You are such a beautiful model by the way.

You lower your gaze, defeated and he softens at your expression. He squeezes your hand again and pulls on the covers revealing your little pajamas and your leg, indeed, in a cast. Your eyes open wide, you were sleeping in those little shorts in his bed??! Argh!

He very carefully scoops up your body to bring you to the living room.

“Thrawn, let me down immediately!” you protest, “What a way to speak to your superior trying to help, Lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n).” You gulp, biting your lips, he’s gonna play that card now?

He lays you on a chair and hands you a plate, inviting you to start dining. He simply sits next to you, observing you intently. You purse your lips, embarrassed “You’re not gonna dine with me?” you ask, “I have already eaten.” He bows his head slightly.

 You grasp the fork and start eating under his intense gaze. Or rather you try, your dominant hand is in the cast and you don’t do well with the other. After several unsuccessful attempts you start losing patience and groan between your teeth.

“Let me help.” He falsely sighs impatiently. He takes your plate and cuts the meat in manageable pieces and picks one with the fork and extends his hand to you, like someone helping a child to eat.

Your gaze travels between the juicy bites of meat on the fork to his calm expression. There is no way you’re doing that! “No.” You just say, shaking your head. “You are a grown woman, you should know when to admit you need help.” he stoically assesses.

You wrinkle your nose before giving in and let him feed you. You’ve never been so humiliated! Spoon-feeded like a goddamn child! You swallow with reluctance but eat nonetheless. It pains you to admit it but this is delicious, way better than what is served in the mess halls of the Chimaera. You let a moan escape you as you savor the creamy sauce.

Isn’t it weird to have you eat something solid that needs both hands to be cut, shouldn't you have a simple soup instead? It’s like it is purposefully made to put you in situations where you need his help… Surely not, surely it is a coincidence.

“There, good girl.” He praises you.

You froze completely. Did he just say what he just said?

“What did you call me?” you ask with a shaken voice. “I simply called you a good girl, to support you.” He responds like it is the most normal thing in the world, “I know it is hard to eat with a cast.”. “Hm hm.” You’re not convinced. At all. “I’m not sure I am comfortable…”, “My excuses. Where I came from we are not shy with pet names between friends. It is a force of habits.” he outrageously lies. But how could you know anything about his cultural background anyway? You can only take his words at face value.

“Oh… Okay…” you accept, it doesn’t please you but if he can’t help it, what can you really do? “Now you need to eat to recover some strength, at least three more bites.” He orders, blowing on the hot meat to freshen it up, “Here.”. You obediently eat, swallowing your pride to be forced to eat like a two year old and feeling embarrassed to force a Grand Admiral, your friend, to take his precious times to help you like that.

He takes a napkin and wipes your lips clean with a lopsided grin while you protest “I can at least do that myself!” you bite but he shushes you. He is tremendously pleased by the situation while you are infuriated. You’ll come to your senses soon, when you realize you cannot do anything without his help you’ll relax and obey, you are at his complete mercy, wounded, paralyzed, nobody knows he came to carry you out of the med bay, you cannot do the most basic tasks without his help. He has you all to himself! His heart flutters thinking of all those future weeks of intimate and privileged moments with you. He's on the verge of implosion.

What bliss!

You seemed soooo enraged eating like that, but obediently submitted realizing you had no choice. He could do that all day! Cutting your meat and feeding you, he wants you to eat on his large laps, you so petite, so minuscule compared to his huge stature, your weight was so light in his arms, so fragile… A real porcelain doll, to be manipulated and treated with the utmost consideration and tenderness.

He can do that! He is a Chiss and a deadly warrior with the highest body count imaginable but he can be oh so tender for you. Just for you… Tender and soft, treating you like a Goddess.

But now it is time to bathe you!

He carries you to the bathroom bridal style with such ease it is almost insulting to you. And he left you there, letting you alone fully knowing you’ll need his help to just undress.

But he wants YOU to call for him, to admit you cannot do anything alone, giving him a pretext to bath you himself.

And sure enough, after two minutes he hears a faint call for his name. “Thrawn…”

He re-enters the bathroom with a false wondering expression. You’re sitting on the tube, head in your hand, looking tired. “A problem?” he politely asks, “I can’t even undress, could you please help me?” You ask, defeated and humiliated. “Of course.”

He helps you undress, the tips of his fingers only slightly grazing your naked skin, leaving goosebumps on their trails. Your skin is so soft… He wants to lick it with the flat of his tongue right here and there! Lick every crook and cranny of your body, making you his. But he abstains himself.

Now it is not the time.

You become suddenly shy and squeamish when it is time to get rid of your bra and panties. Suddenly your gaze avert his eyes and you turn your head to not look at him. He unclips your bra with ease and he feels you shudder when the soft fabric slides off your delicate skin and kneels and hooks your panties, “innocently” caressing your thighs as they roll down your legs. You can’t hide neither your breast nor your sex because you have to take support on him to just stand without falling and he hid any towels in advance, leaving you completely bare before him. “I am sorry to ask you such a thing.” You confess, heat burning your cheeks, biting your lips. “It is quite okay, I knew what it entailed when I accepted to take care of you.”

He doesn’t smile, remaining stoic and serious but it is so funny to have you say sorry while everything is exclusively his fault. And everything is happening as he planned all along. How he loves when a plan goes smoothly, especially a plan so delicious as this one…

You’re shaking, exposed like never before. He runs the bath and gently helps you enter so you don’t slip. You sit down with a wince of pain and jump out of your skin when you feel his hands full of soap on your back. You turn to him shocked “What are you doing?” Why did he not leave already?

“You can barely sit without help, I do not know how you can properly wash yourself.” He tilts his head like he doesn’t understand your outrage. “I… You… I will manage!”, “Come on now, we are both adults. Let me help, the more you do, the sooner it will end.” You grit your teeth, digging your nails in your palms, but let him do it. He’s right. As always…

But he takes his sweet, sweet time, thoroughly washing every once of your skin. Yes, EVERY once. He forces you to lift your arms to wash your breast and open your legs to scrub your inner thighs. “Isn’t it excessive?” You try to signal him politely, voice shaking, but he doesn’t care, “I know where germs like to hide on a body.” He responds with a calm, almost uninterested tone as he massages your left boob to lather it up, he grabs it well, resist the urge to pinch your nipple (so, so tempting), feeling its weight in his warm palms and revels in the softness of your flesh. You truly are perfection incarnated! 

You? You’re trembling terribly, words blocked in your throat and shallow breaths barely reach your lungs. How did you came to that? How did you???? You appreciate his willingness to help but his perfectionism pushes things too far to your taste, but for any complaints you have he has a sound argument in return. You give him embarrassed side glances, he looks as stoic as usual, like he has seen millions naked bodies in his life and yours is just one among others. He clinically washes you, scrubbing your whole body with soap, with his disinterested gaze floating over your body like a simple heap of flesh. He clearly is not as disturbed as you are.

Maybe it's you? Maybe you really are just acting like a spoiled child and should let him do his work without disturbing him…

He carefully gives each part of your body the same amount of attention to not appear suspicious, and truthfully? Your hands and feets deserve the same amount of care from him as your breast. 

He is in heaven. You are letting him touch you so intimately… Not really enthusiastically consenting to it of course, but still. What progress! He wants to hold you close, to kiss your neck, to trail your sensitive slit…

One day he will have all of that, he promised himself.

He scrubs your body with towels, preventing you from wrapping you in one while pretending to help you. He notices your nails are a bit long, he should take the time to file them, he would even apply some nail polish if you wish.

He gives you a new outfit (that he had tailored to his personal tastes) with new undergarments (why does he have that in the first place?) and sneakily robs you of your dirty ones. He needs them for his personal times.

Aren’t you so cute in those clothes? Aren’t you adorable in those colors? The light dress is perfectly cut, hugging your delicious forms tight, leaving little to the imagination but is long enough to not raise suspicion from you. 

“Why not a uniform?” you ask confused. “You are not in service while in remission, I thought you would appreciate some liberties in your range of clothing.” Liberties that he will choose the limits of, of course.

He gently scoops you up again, “Hold on to me.” He casually says. You circle his neck with your arm, pressing you against his large, warm body. You strangely feel safe in his arms despite what just happened, like it is your true place, in his arms… You shake your head.

“I will need to leave you for the rest of the afternoon, my break ended an hour ago.” He informs you, laying you on the bed, tugging you under the covers. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Thrawn.” You present your excuses, “It was necessary, I would not have let you roam my suite naked and soapy.” He chuckles.

Only joking, of course he would have if he listened to himself.

He hands you your drawing folder with a board game, “I have a TV in my bedroom and there is some holobooks in the bedside table, if you need anything ring me on my comlink.” And he adds only for himself “I will come running immediately.”

But you don’t hear him. He gently smiles at you and kisses your forehead delicately “I will come back as soon as I can.”

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well here's my full season 5 (nezha edition) rant bc what did i just watch

obvious spoilers 💀

what the fuck was that

blah blah animation, blah blah main character sacrifice, wowee

first off, the mechs?? yeah, i know it's just product placement, and i've never actually liked the concept. in a world of mythology and magic, something to technological belongs in a sci-fi movie, not among gods. and in season 5 especially, they feel *so* out of place. the only people who end up actually using their mech are nezha (twice) and mei (once.) i can't be mad at mei, since yeah it's just one time to have an epic moment and goes away after that, but it's nezha that i'm mad about. that standoff at the festival? okay, product placement, epic moment, never brought up again. but then during the battle thing against the chaos guy??? he's the *only one* using a mech and it ticks me off. i wanna see the third lotus prince not the third lotuce mech!! i wanna see him being all badass with his staff and firewheels (like sealing off the jade emperor's power in s4)

i'm gonna be so honest, i only watched the season (and show) for nezha, as i tend to do to medias when i have a top unbeatable absolute favorite. and the show did not deliver.

tldr; nezha had so much potential and all of it went right down the drain

speaking of the power

so you're telling me that mr. "my job is super duper important and more important than my life" would take lightly to his dad going "lmao no" and just taking his seal and reinforcing it with his little magic house?

OH. THE LI JING SITUATION.

"i've always been proud of you" NO YOU HAVE NOT??? YOU HATED NEZHA SO MUCH YOU BURNT DOWN HIS TEMPLE AND LITERALLY YOU GUYS HAVE A BURNING HATRED TOWARDS EACH OTHER?????

i wanted a fucking fight scene SO BAD. SO FUCKING BAD. but noooOOOOOO you're DEFENDING YOUR BITCH DAD??? okay, i get it, power imbalance or something! give nezha a *reason* to be so buddy buddy with his dad, because he sure as hell wouldn't do it without one!!

that ties in to the whole pagoda thing, how fucking hurtful must it be for your dad, who you are far from on good terms with, to pop in, take the power you've put on your shoulders, deem you not good enough ("you got demoted!"), and push you around?? very! very very!

you do not understand what i would've done, what war crimes i would've committed in order for nezha to get some focus on HIM. specifically angst. with the shit that he went through in s3, being nerfed and having his long-term position as guardian of the map pulled out from right under him by his little friendly rival, and then *s4*, getting his ass absolutely kicked by the shit that went down with azure, being the most injured and put under the giant strain of containing the jade emperor's power, you're not gonna elaborate and give him some depth besides "big brother energy but distant and super 'regal'"?? (btw if you've ever EVER written nezha angst (or even some nezha-centric stuff in general) on ao3 i've probably read it and oh my god i love you so much for gifting it to the world, and if you read this far recs are always appreciated 😭)

actually on that note, mk is the one constantly making trauma jokes, and while i get that he's the main character, everyone's gone through shit. s5 at least kind of works with that, with mei's samadhi fire thing and wukong/macaque's death memory thing, along with pigsy's insecurity moment and sandy's little "i'm very very angry but i control myself" spiel, but like come on ☹️ (not a ruse to get nezha some angsty focus wdym)

ALSO mk breaking the seal? yk how in s4 we had that little thing where their eyes flashed and they felt the jade emperor die? i was lowkey expecting a little similar shot of nezha feeling his seal on the power break but no we needed the emotional moment 😒

i was so excited in the festival scene for nezha to go "yeah, okay, i see you", fight against his father, and join the MCG, but nooooOoo he gets sent to the celestial realm to not be seen until the end of the world

OH SPEAKING OF not nezha but red son??? what happened to the poor guy i feel so bad for red son enjoyers because he had ONE EPISODE of screen time. that's worse than us nezha fans. that little bit about the dog videos meaning help us could've so been used later, he literally joked about how this time he was invited and just. didn't show up?? there could've been such a sick moment of mei sending the dog video, and red son seeing it and coming in and being all badass with them but no he was just literally not featured again except for the 'world is ending/being saved' flash shots. (unrelated but please i want canon big brother nezha lil bro red son content those guys are Iconic)

ANYWAY it's coming to an end now, and boy oh boy

basically i have futile, naive hopes for s6 - please, PLEASE give nezha focus that lasts longer than 1-2 scenes. it literally does not have to be angsty, nor big brother energy, not even a badass moment!! just make it mechless and put the camera on *him*, and i will die a happy woman. (another badass moment, in which he wins for once, would make me cry for joy. a big brother, to literally anybody, specifically red son or mk, would make shake and snarl like a feral animal. an angsty moment would make me force the world to be puppies and rainbows. a nezha episode would make me implode and take the world with it.)

bring back li jing and do it *right*. make nezha bring up their horrible past, and at that point, i'd even settle for a corny talk-it-out session with wise words and an issue that gets resolved way too quickly, though an epic fight scene would be preferable. angst not optional, because you can't tell me that interaction would end without tears and breakdowns on nezha's end. (at this point, i'll write it myself)

LET NEZHA WIN. i do not care what he fights, who he fights, when he fights, why he fights, how he fights, let him actually cop a win for once. this fearsome general who was entrusted with guarding the samadhi map, is a protector deity, and managed to singlehandedly contain the jade emperor's power has never won a single fight within his show screen time?? bull fucking shit i tell you. stop treating this guy who carried the end of s4 like some shit side character who never gets his way, and start treating the guy right.

can you tell i'm mad about this

also ACTUAL s5 thing, not gonna lie, mk's decision is stupid. nüwa is trying to protect her creations like a good mighty goddess, and you go "erm actually me some random guy who you created to save the world and was about to do so is gonna undo all of your work and decide to make my own path and simultaneously create a massive crisis where i not only flip normal on its ass and give everyone magic but also potentially unleash the same cosmis horror you're protecting us from"

i'm kinda curious about this new magic tho... (pls have a negative effect or some sort of effect) (pls let nezha win)

yeah okay i think that's it if you've stuck around to the end here's a selection of desserts because you need it after the crash of the season ending 🍮🍭��🍫🥧🧁🍰🍪🎂🍩🍨🍧🍦🥠🍡🥮🍥