#and were forced to kill our own fucking bears

[rxttenfish]

....... please tell me it is like, common knowledge for people that feeding animals gets them killed. like i don’t mean human food makes them sick or makes them more likely to end up in risky situations that will get them killed. i mean, if an animal has been habituated to humans (by being fed by them), then the only effective way to then deal with that animal is to kill it. animals that start to expect food from humans will absolutely hurt said humans to obtain food, regardless if theyre the same person that has been feeding them or not, OR that kind of human-animal interaction has a huge risk of passing zoonotic diseases onto humans and the only way to deal with that risk is to kill the animal (which, in the case of rabies-vector animals, is the ONLY way you can test that animal for rabies). relocation and hazing problem animals are unreliable and often fail, and the only reasonable course of action is, again, putting that animal down.

when people say don’t feed the fucking animals, we mean that if you do, then you are responsible for that animal’s death.

[emmyrosee]

Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.

God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.

These things, he can not let go easily.

Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.

Tonight, it would appear to be no different.

It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.

The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.

Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.

Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.

The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.

But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.

“Stop screaming, it’s me.”

Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.

“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.

“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”

“You-! I was-! Why-!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”

Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.

“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”

“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”

He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.

“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.

“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”

“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”

“….”

“Katsuki!”

“Cant hear you, I’m asleep.”

“KATSUKI!”

[trans-girl-nausicaa]

Gee I wonder how common private gun ownership was right before the Russian revolution? Oh wait it was actually common and civilians could easily buy firearms. Here’s a print ad from the time:

Historically, many revolutions and civil wars involved the use of privately owned firearms. A really common pattern that you see going back hundreds of years is that at the outbreak of conflicts, civilians would form militias, arm themselves with whatever they could get their hands on, storm government armories, and then steal everything not nailed down.

During the Yugoslav civil war, the UN enacted an arms embargo on all sides of the war from Sept 1991 through the end of the war. The VRS split off from the JNA, so they just took those weapons with them. However, the ARBiH had to acquire weapons from a lot of different sources, such as:

Stolen from JNA barracks

Stolen from Yugoslav police

Taken out of museums (Yes, really. They were literally using vintage captured MG42s from WWII)

Handmade (!) (Yes, really. I saw handmade guns that were used in the war on display in a museum in Sarajevo)

Smuggled in by Pakistani Intelligence Services (Specifically anti-tank missiles)

Picture: A group of ARBiH soldiers at the Old Bridge in Mostar, June 1992. The man on the far right is carrying a Winchester Model 70 (captured from a Serb, who purchased it in Montana)

Picture: Two ARBiH soldiers, the one on the right is carrying an MG42.

Another conflict (or, more accurately, long series of conflicts) that we can also look to is the American Indian Wars. Native American combatants used a variety of weapons, but the weapons that they prized most highly were contemporary repeating rifles. Famously, repeating rifles such as the Henry lever-action rifle were contributing factors to the victory of Lakota and Cheyenne forces at the Battle of Little Bighorn in 1876. (Native Americans had been purchasing guns for hunting and combat for over a hundred years at that point. One of the earliest accounts of such a purchase was in 1750 where French traders traded flintlock muskets for horses from Wichitas and Comanches.)

Picture: The Apache military leader Geronimo, on right, accompanied by three younger warriors, 1886.

Let’s take another, ongoing example: The Myanmar civil war (2021- present, as of April 2024).

Fighters in the coalition of anti-junta forces use a wide variety of small arms, but most relevant for this post is the manufacturing and use of the FGC-9, a 9mm carbine compatible with Glock magazines.

(Side note: FGC stands for Fuck Gun Control.)

The FGC-9 design uses a combination of 3D-printed parts and easily-manufactured pressure-bearing metal parts.

Picture: a People’s Defense Force soldier carrying an FGC-9.

If you genuinely believe that there will be a revolution or civil war in your country in the future, then logically it is 100% reasonable to buy and train with guns right now.

If you genuinely believe that there will be a revolution or civil war in your country in the future, it makes absolutely no sense to hand-wave that away with “one day when the exact right circumstances emerge for a proletarian mass movement to Do Revolution, only then will we acquire even one single firearm. I’m just going to assume there won’t be massive obstacles such as arms embargoes, government crackdowns, or supply-chain issues that could completely stymie our ability to do that.”

If you genuinely believe that there will be a revolution or civil war in your country in the future wouldn’t it be better for the people on your side to already have some level of training & skill with firearms?

If you live in a country where the right wing has spent decades buying guns and salivating over the idea of starting a civil war and killing left-wingers and minorities, do you think it is a good idea to discourage left-wingers and minorities from buying guns?

[yandere-heaven-nyxie]

Cries of The Wretched Imposter

•Part 3•

Character mentiond: Zhongli, Venti, Raiden Shogun/Ei, Wanderer, Tsaritsa,

Barbatos wouldn't be hunting down an imposter if it wasn't because he was forced to, he couldn't do it. He does not wish to be a hypocrite, for he himselves had stolen the face of his own friend. Whenever he was forced to hunt them down, he misses the arrow purposely with a pleading look whenever you turn your face towards him.

'Please... Run and be safe.' he thought, he isn't one to be a tyrant. He could see that your soul is gentle, he grips his bow as it disperse into golden particles he doesn't want to harm anybody.

Zhongli, the former Geo Archon. His opinion to obey the Creator is absolute, he shall hunt down the imposter if they oh-so desired it to be. Yet he couldn't, it's like the earth rejected him. Not moving in his command and impale you, it bounced back at him. Whatever he tried, even throwing the meteorite at you but it simply fell onto him. He grit his teeth in absolute rage and frustration, like a dog bearing it's fangs toward the real owner whom it had forgotten.

Raiden Ei, The Electro Archon. She who turned a blind eye towards her people in order to achieve her eternity. To fulfill and gain the righteous bit of attention from her Creator, when the moment the Imposter Hunt Decree had been established. She could feel herself almost ''happy'

Hunting you down when she heard you had stepped foot into Inazuma, she thought she could execute you publicly and earn the glorious reward. When the dog finally showed it's claws, has it realised that it's useless.. As the Mussou Isshin inch closer to slice your neck, the lightning struck down her sword, making it flew away from your neck. The lightning wasn't hers, she saw how the sky darkens more, mists covered the entire land of Narukami it almost reminded them of Tsurumi Island.

"How dare you bare your claws towards our Divine Creator!" The Thunder Manifestation voice booms, a sudden huge void opened in front of you. The Golden Wolflord slithers out of it menacingly, it towers over every citizens of Inazuma. The Shogun looks up in mild annoyance, using her sword to slice through the monstrous being but it does nothing. Her electro power was no longer working, squinting her eyes as she tries again but only to get struck down by Teyvat's lightning. She grits her teeth is anger 'What The Fuck?!'

"Your power is no longer working, You who dares to harm the All-Creator." The Golden Wolflord growls as he speaks. It's little cubs helping you to get off the makeshift guillotine. The larger ones carrying you careful to not harm you with its claws, teleporting you away from them "Your traitorous acts shall not be forgotten, you who has been believing in white lies." The huffs and growls from the Golden Wolflord, the people shiver in fear at the threat.

°~🌙~°

Wanderer who longed to have a heart, was granted with one. He could feel it thump in his chest whenever you get close to touch him, he's eager to be touched by you. He lays his head on your lap, tangling your fingers in his dark violet hair. Humming a soft tune that lulls him to sleep in the comfort of your presence.

He will do absolutely anything for you, anything if it means by killing someone, even that thing that mimicks you. That Disgusting Wretched Worm that tries to mock his god.

°~❄️~°

The Fatui was in a move, they were desperate to find you. They have a different intention unlike other foolish creatures that always follows blindly like a sheep toward that.. Thing.. They have long known that the one on the throne was not you, Tsaritsa saw it with her own two eyes. The blood that spilled from a sword of a traitor, it was red. Tsaritsa at first, was in doubt. Hopefully the blood turns gold after it dried right?

No.. It didn't, even after a few days, after it oxidize.. It just turns brown, just like that of a human. The Prophecy of how the All-Creator's blood is the most purest and divine, wrecked her brain like a tsunami. The fact that the Prophecy never lies, it was a record hidden away from most. Only those who truly recognised the All-Creator shall be granted to have it in their hand. The record was written by Teyvat itselfs, no beings can alter nor can they destroy the record.

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Tsaritsa, The Cryo Archon herself. Held you in her arms, she knows that it is undignified and she is basically disrespectful toward you but she didn't care. She wanted to drown herselves in your presence, truly it had an impact on her unlike that imposter. The way you held her in your arms, cradling her taller form to be lower than yours so that you can hug her more comfortably.

She glance past you seeing Nahida and Wanderer, the betrayal of her 6th Harbinger didn't mind her one bit since he was loyal to you. You are everything that she devoted on since the beginning, she will make that thing that sat on the overly tainted gold throne pay. For fooling the entire world.

°~🔴~°

All the people that wronged you, sat on their knees. Begging to be forgiven, begging for anything except of this. All of them from when they scorned, tortured and chased you like an animal, now all of them begging to be forgiven from such sin. Some even tried to kiss your feet but they were kicked away from doing so by Wanderer, "You dare lay your dirty mouth on our Creator, that same mouth that wishes to kill them?!" The people cried and wailed as they were denied to do so

No amount of tears and prostrate will forgive them of their crimes.

That imposter who wore your face, had tried to escape first but failed as they were grabbed by the neck and almsot turned blue. That thing cried and beg to be let go but it's all futile, they shut their fcking mouth when they received death glare from your true acolytes. Your familiars walks beside you, it glowered at the people with hungry eyes. Ready to feast upon the traitors.

The imposter was scared to the bone, trying to get away from Lieu and Daru. Failing to do so as they drag it by the ankle and devoured them like it's their last meal, eaten alive as their guts spew out and dirtying the ground. Though that wasn't enough.

Resurracting that thing back alive again, this time their face was different. It was like those common npc faces, they were yet again tortured by the Harbingers, one by one resurrecting after dying. The blood that spew out of them wasn't gold, it was red. Even after it darkens, it stays that way. None were changed. The people who witnessed this punishment, shall have it engraved in their brain. Tattoo it, that they have worshipped an imposter all along.

All while you were sitting up your throne, a gentle smile plastered on your face, The Cryo, Dendro and Anemo Archon by your side. They all didn't spare a glanced toward that thing, Tsaritsa stared down at the people, "You shall not be forgiven even for eternity. Even until there's no end, Your sins shall not be erased."

The Imposter, died cruelly and rightfully by your hands. Their last words were "Please... End me already." You granted it but not in a pleasent way of course. You may be gentle but sometimes, a heart does not mean it's the only thing that exists within you. You are after all capable of ending anyone if you desired.

None shall forget that either.

Teyvat cheered as the Imposter dies, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. On this day, People shall finally open their eyes. To realize what they had done, 'They' who are so blind. Fools who are just so gullible to trust anything on their path without thinking even one single bit.

—The End—

This may be a bit too rushed but I have many new ideas for some reasons.. Again I'm so sorry!! But I hope the new upcoming stories will be more interesting.

Tags: @mulandi @bittersweetorpheus @akemisamui @erosdevil @shizunxie @ehe-te-nandayou @kalims @fauxizs

[feyhunter78]

But Darling (I'd Still Die For You)

Description: You has arrive at Storm's End in place of Lucerys. While attempting to secure an alliance, you run into Aemond, and your reunion becomes a Greek Tragedy.

You glare at him from across the room, trying to hide your relief at seeing him unharmed behind your anger. He’s dressed in his riding leathers and that black overcoat, you always thought he looked particularly handsome in. Somehow, he still looks put together, but you’re a mess. Damp hair, wind chapped skin, and your cloak torn from a close call with a guard. His eyes devour you the way a starving man devours a feast, and you shiver, hoping you can blame it on the cold.

 Lord Baratheon watches the scene and beckons Aemond forward before turning back to you.

“Prince Aemond has betrothed himself to my daughter in exchange for my loyalty, what does your queen intend to offer me?”

All of Rhaenyra’s sons were either betrothed or too young. “Me,” you say. Ignoring Aemond’s gaze on you. “I will marry you and give you a son.”

Lord Baratheon leans back in his throne. “A tempting proposal. Give me a moment to weigh my options.”

“Of course, my lord.” You bow your head and head towards the doors, intending to go and hide underneath Ziras’ wings until Lord Baratheon makes his decision.

The rain batters you, but you pay it no mind, searching the sky for your dragon. The heavy doors swing shut behind you, and you’re halfway across the courtyard when a hand grabs your wrist.

“You are already married, y/n.” Aemond hisses, spinning you to face him.

“So are you, Aemond, and yet you betroth yourself to a Baratheon girl.” You shoot back, shaking his hand off you.

He grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. “You know I would never betray our vows. I would say the words, shut the doors, and she would be dead before dawn.”

“Will you fuck her first? I’m sure all of King’s Landing will be waiting outside the door for the bedding ceremony.” Your words are meant to come out venomous, but instead they sound pained.

Aemond’s free hand wraps around your hip and pulls you to him. “No one knows what she sounds like, I will stuff her corpse in a wardrobe and take you instead. Let the whole of the court know how well I bed you.”

Heat pools in your stomach, but you bit the inside of your cheek, the metallic blood taste reminding you why you’re here. “I will not have innocent blood on my hands because you were too much of a coward to marry me properly.”

“I married you in the ways of my house, and before the eyes of The Seven.”

“Your mother still does not know! She sent you here to make an alliance through marriage.” You protest, tears stinging your eyes.

Ziras circles above you, and you rip yourself from Aemond’s grip.

“I will tell her. I will tell the entirety of the continent after I dispose of the Baratheon girl, just do not marry her father.” He pleads, his hand brushing your arm as you step away from him.

You wonder if this is how Queen Alicent felt, marrying a man old enough to be her father for the good of those she loved. Having to stand in front of Rhaenyra and bear the brunt of her rage, knowing she would never understand her reasons. “How can you ask that of me?”

Aemond runs a hand through his hair angrily. “How can you think of wedding another man? Would you kill him as well?”

You throw your hands in the air and laugh, the sound watery. “Then one of his daughters would take his throne and neither of us would get his army. I do not wish to be married to anyone but you, but I would also rather an army go to Rhaenyra than Aegon.”

His voice turns cold. “You would rather follow a traitor than your own good-brother.”

“I am a loyal subject of the crown; I have always been.”

“Then why will you not return with me? Why do you insist on running?” His hands are shaking, and you longs to comfort him.

“Why will you not come with me? Do you not love me more than Aegon? The brother who has insulted and belittled you, your entire life. The drunken lecher who does not even wish for the throne.” Tears fill your eyes, and you blink them away, reaching a hand out to him.

He takes your hand, covering it with his much larger ones. “I love you more than life itself, but that does not change my duty. Duty must come before love. Rhaenyra cannot sit on the throne.”

You laugh again, the sound broken and hollow. “Is it because she is a woman, or because her sons are bastards?”

 “A woman does not belong on the throne; it has never been done before.” His hands still shake.

You wipe at your eyes furiously. “So, if I said that it should be you, who is king. If I asked you to kill Aegon, to kill Rhaenyra so that you and I could rule together, would you do it?” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Would take the Iron Throne and make me your queen?”

Aemond cupped your face, his silver hair plastered to his skin by the rain. “Do you wish that of me? Would you betray your queen to rule by my side?”

You close your eyes, tears mixing with the rain. “Aemond, I love you.”

He rests his forehead against yours, “and I love you, so if you wish to be queen, I will make you queen.”

Your voice broke. “I do not wish to be queen if the throne is covered in blood.”

Aemond sighs and takes a step backwards. “There are only two options, dear wife. You refuse to marry Lord Baratheon and return home with me. Or I kill my two eldest siblings and hope the smallfolk love you enough to ignore the fact that I will be both kin and kingslayer.”

You bury your face in your hands. “Those are not options, Aemond, those are impossible choices.”

“We are in an impossible situation.”

Ziras lands behind you, and you turn towards your dragon, seeking the comfort of his emerald eyes. “I will not be responsible for bloodshed, not in this way.”

Vhagar touches down above you both, her roar shaking the ground.

“Take one more step and Vhagar will attack.” Aemond’s voice is deadly calm.

You turn on your heel. “You would kill me, my love?”

“I would kill your dragon.”

You freeze, staring at him, every bit of warmth inside you freezing with you until there’s nothing left but ice and rage. “You would threaten my dragon. My Ziras?” You took a step towards him. “You nearly became a kinslayer for your dragon, and I nearly died, for mine. How dare you?”

Ziras roared behind you, his eye narrowing, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

“I do not wish to tear him from you, I only wish to make you aware of the consequences.”

You could strangle him with your bare hands for the arrogance that radiated from his words.

“Harm my dragon and I will kill you before Vhagar can turn her ancient head towards you.” You seethed, reaching for the dagger at your side.

Aemond’s eye, always quicker than any movement of yours, saw the twitch of your hand. He had his own dagger out before you could close your fingers around the handle of your own. “Do not test me, wife.”

You circled each other, daggers in hand, eyes watching each other’s moves.

“I would never husband, I know better than tha—” Your words were cut off by a sudden impact and surprise flashed across your face. You dropped your dagger, your hand going to the arrow in your chest. Ziras let out a sound that could only be described as a scream, and he darted in the direction the arrow came from.

Aemond’s dagger clattered to the stone, and he lunged forward, catching you as you fell.

“Aemond.” You said, your hand bloody when it came away from the wound. Your eyes were wide, panic clear in your voice.

“Y/N, oh gods, Y/N.” He breathed, carefully snapping the arrow, so he could inspect the wound. The arrow had pierced your heart. He gently lowered you both to the ground and pulled you into his arms, his hair falling forward and hiding your faces.

“It hurts.” You whimpered, tears running down your cheeks.

“My heart, please, don’t leave me.” His words tumbled from his lips as he held you closer, resting his forehead against her.

You felt the warmth of his tears on your face and reached up to run your fingertips against his scar. “Let me see you husband. I want your true face to be the last thing I see.”

Aemond pulled off his eyepatch and you smiled weakly. “There he is, my love.”

“Y/N, please. I will side with Rhaenyra. Or I will fly us to somewhere far away, no one will know our names, we can start over. No blood will be shed, just please, stay with me.” He begged; voice thick with tears.

You reached for his hand, and he intertwined your fingers. “I want to, I want to stay, Aemond I’m scared.” Your eyes found his. “I do not wish to be parted from you.”

Aemond shook his head, “you will not be, Ñuha dōna, you will not be parted from me.”

You gave a weak laugh, “I’m dying, and you still live, we will parted.” You felt him press something cold into your hand, then his hand settled around the arrow in your chest.

“Do you love me?” He asked, an intensity You’d only seen once before in his eyes.

“Of course, Aemond you will never be unloved by me.” You said, lip trembling, when he positioned your hand over his heart.

“I wish to die by your hand, let me follow you to the Stranger.”

A sob fell from your lips when he yanked the arrow out. “Aemond, you do not need to follow me, I will wait for you.”

He placed his hand over yours. “Now, sweet wife, be swift.”

Tears blurred your vision, but you pushed the dagger into his heart. Realization settling in your mind. He was yours, your soulmate. You could feel the life leaving you, and you kissed him gently, your tears mingling together the same way your blood had all those years ago. “You were mine.” You whispered, before the darkness took you and you went limp.

Aemond held you, his lips still pressed to yours, savoring the last of your warmth. He knew what you meant; he’d known you were his soulmate since the moment you met. True, he did not have confirmation until your last words, but he did not need fate to tell him who his heart belonged to.

He pulled his dagger out and used his last remaining strength to pull you fully into his embrace as he laid back upon the ground. Your face, finally able to soften after moons of war, was the last sight he was blessed with before he joined you in the Stranger’s arms.

[daemon-in-my-head]

Gortash symbolises humanity. Bear with me.

He is a researcher, a scientist, an inventor. He is progress personified. He constructed the Steelwatch from nothing, and he discarded all ethics to do so. And while vile, that is something that has been done a lot in the past. Humans have ever since crossed the line in the name of research and progress. They have done unspeakable things, all in the name of 'advancement' and knowledge. Especially those who had certain degrees of power or in not exceptionally peaceful times, ethics are the first thing that is discarded to conduct research properly. And that is precisely what Gortash does. He ranked his desire for progress higher than personal attachments or sentimentality, and in its name, he's done unspeakably sadistic things in his 'lair' like countless did before him.

But that's not the only thing. Gortash is a tyrant, a conqueror. He invaded places people already existed in and claimed these places, their treasures and their people for himself—something humans love to do and still do to this day. And he was also an arms dealer. The thing that allowed humans to suppress even those physically stronger and more advanced was weaponry. The thing that allowed progression to this degree is where his roots lie.

He paid attention in his history lessons. He made sure to learn from Sarevok's failures. Perhaps even the shortcomings of Bane's old chosen. But even despite, or perhaps because he knew that history, he made the mistake of repeating it. He was so focused on not repeating Sarevok's mistakes that he forgot the other downfalls others have had to experience. Exactly how humanity continues to learn of its own history but always gets focused on specific parts, and as such, he forgot some others and was bound to repeat them just like we're currently repeating mistakes that have happened before.

There is also Gortash's dismissal of the Netherbrain. His 'how bad could it be'-stance. He dismissed a force of nature, dismissed natural evolution because he thought himself above it, kept silent about it, and as such allowed a plague to spread through the sword coast. Something that has happened repeatedly in our past. The last time wasn't even that long ago, if we're honest.

Even the god he serves, his patron, is the only 'humane' one out of the dead three. Bhaal is a force of nature. He is death itself. Myrkul is almost an eldritch being. He's the explanation for what happens after death, and how to defeat the unknown. But Bane is human. His domain is human. Conquest, rulership, tyranny, worship. Those are human things. These are desires only humans have in that way.

But most importantly, he reigned in and controlled the weapon that is Durge. After their murder spree, and after their worship and temple management, he was the one who stilled Durge's hand. Who reminded them of their own humanity. Who insisted they were human. He became their ties to humanity to them.

So, Gortash symbolises humanity, but simply all it's flaws. He's the brutality, the ruthlessness, the endless desire and strive for progress. The desperation to be 'more'. The cruelty we display in the name of power and knowledge. The sheer lack of compassion, empathy and humanity that only humans are capable of.

And now, this also makes it really funny that he needs to die for you and your companions to succeed. It's almost like you need to kill off that cruelty in a last act of brutality to embrace a 'peaceful' future.

Expect if you're durge cuz you're fucked regardless but that's a diff topic.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Deadweight part 4 if you are still interested?

Idk why you guys like this but I’m willing to indulge you as long as you guys want it.

⚠️cannon divergence where reader takes Vax’s place as the Matron of Raven’s ward also spoilers for season 2⚠️

Vax didn’t think much whether or not the Matron took his exclamation into consideration because as soon as she left, the most un peculiar thing happened.

Your eyes were revitalised with life and breath came back to your lungs violently that you hand forced yourself to sit up and cough at the sensation of being able to breath, as though it were your first time living.

However that wasn’t what caught the rouge half elf’s eye. It was the fact that adorning your body was the vestige of the Matron of Ravens. His plea did fall on deaf ears and as a result you were taken as her ward, much like Purvon before you and whomever before him. The thoughts that rush to his head weren’t all pleasant.

What did this mean for you?

What does the matron want from you?

Why did she choose you to be her ward?

What burden would you be forced to carry and what end would await you at the end of your tenor. Would you be entombed here in her underwater temple? Forever sought out by everyone but forever found by none?

“What the fuck happened to me?” You asked, touching your head.

“You fucking died.” Grog said

“Gorg!” Pike scolded as she smacked him on the arm.

“What?” He exclaimed.

“Dead huh?” You said, a little too calm for everyone.

“Darling, are you okay?” Vex said as she rested her hand on your shoulder but you abruptly shrugged it off before standing. “Yeah I’m fine, quit your worrying. We’ve got what we came here for; So it stands to reason that our business here is finished.” You stated, subconsciously running a hand over the armour as you felt the power thrum beneath your skin.

“Is it just me or have they changed?” Pike said as herself, zhara, Kash, Keyleth, Scanlan, Vex, Vax, Gorg and Percy watched as you walked away from them all with a change of air about you that didn’t set right with any of them.

“They did just come back alive, so of course they’re going to change completely.” Kash tried to reason with the group but even within the short period of time that he’s spent with you and Vox Machina.

This change just about gave him whiplash. So even he wasn’t so certain about his words, even more so after you killed the monster Zhara brought forth as a test, despite standing completely slack jawed and glowy eyed the entire time.

You hung even further back from everyone now, looking lost and in a daze as though trapped in your own head. So whenever Vax, Vex or Percy try to hang back with you, you slowed even further down or pretend to engage in conversation with them in hopes that they would leave you alone.

However you underestimated how much your death effected them to the point that you always had at least one or two members of the party by your side almost all of the time. You understand their worry but this was excessive and unnecessary. It certainly didn’t help that you were getting visions of the past and visions of moments of death thanks to the Matron you now served.

You saw the death of a man who once lived in a hut that was now run down by weather and the wear and tear it sustained.

You even saw the death taking place within Pyrah, where the fire Ashari lived.

You lost sleep over the visions and everyone could see it visibly upon your face that this burden was already proven too much for you to bear. However it was already too late to change the hand fate has dealt you and suffer in silence.

Vax, on the other hand, wasn’t about to let you suffer through this alone.

He out of everyone was the most protective over you now. So whilst everyone was asleep, he heard your grunt and move about with unease. He set aside his knife that he was sharpening and moved to your side so that when you awoke with a start, he was already there to draw you into his arms.

“You’re alright, you’re alright, we’re right here. You’ve got nothing to worry we’ll-“

“Stop acting like you care all of a sudden.” You snapped, shoving him away as you stood up. “You never gave a rats arse about me before so why is it that after I’ve gone through literal death do I suddenly get cradled and coddled like a child? Is that what I had to do to get your attention this entire time? To die?” You scoffed.

“What’re you on about?” Vax asked, clearly confused.

“It doesn’t even matter if you can’t see the problem that lies in front of you.” You spat back as you let the cave you’ve took refuge in for the night and stood a good distance away to look at your hand before looking up over the tree tops, where staring back at you was a raven.

[skylarstark4826]

The further and further they flew from the forest, the more dread bubbled up within Jake’s stomach. This was the wrong choice, he was suddenly so aware of that, this was the wrong choice. What the fuck was he thinking, letting Spider decide something like this? 

That had been the deciding factor on leaving—Spider’s declaration to Jake months ago.

If anything happens, don’t come for me . 

Jake should have fought against it more, should have grabbed the boy by the shoulders and refused his request, but it had come after a raid in which five Na’vi had been killed and a single human had been captured—a former soldier who had stayed behind all those years ago to stay with their scientist wife here on Eywa’eveng. It had been the first time a human had been captured and the possibility set everyone on edge until the dam had broken: the RDA had dumped their body on the edge of the forest and had been given no answers from them. 

Still, despite the soldier’s resolve, the humans had made a vow to the Omatikaya—they would speak nothing and expected no rescue. They would rather die than give up the people, our people Norm had said resolutely at the time. That had been that, but, then, later, Spider had approached Jake. The idea was ridiculous, foolish as anything. He couldn’t just leaveSpider behind. Couldn’t let him be tortured or killed; though Jake was sure the RDA wouldn’t do such a thing to a child. They were cruel, but Spider was a human child. They would have sympathy for him. It would be hard, but Jake was sure he could find a way to save Spider if it ever came to it. 

“Jake, no ,” Spider had practically hissed out, his teeth bared, Na’vi in everything but body as he stared up at Jake. “I will not be the person who causes any Na’vi to be hurt. Promise me, Jake. Please. If anything happens, don’t come for me.”

Jake’s words had come out choked, as though some invisible force had gotten him in a vice grip as he answered, “okay, okay,” just to get the kid to shut up. The possibility of Spider getting caught was—he didn’t want to think it could ever happen. Besides, he couldn’t leave Spider behind. Not when he was like a—

The boy was represented in his songcord, same as Kiri. Same as all of his children.

That meant something. 

Spider meant something. 

But, Jake had agreed. He had said yes, okay, okay,and when the day finally came, that same gripping fear had overtaken him and he had taken the easy way out: he ran. He listened to Spider’s plea to be left behind and banked on the fact that he was just a kid. He was sixteen, only sixteen, just a boy. He was tough too. Jake had seen the kid fall out of trees and roughhouse with his kids plenty of times. He always got back up again. It would be mentally taxing to be taken prisoner, but Spider was human. He was a human. He was a child. He would be treated fairly. 

Jake repeated these words over and over in his mind as his ikran weaved through the air, the creature seeking momentary comfort as it bumped its wings with Neytiri’s ikran. His wife glanced at him, teartracks on her face. They stared at one another for a long moment before Jake reached out his arm, his ikran Bob edging as close as he could to Neytiri. She reached out, their fingers a whisper of a breath away from each other before she was able to cling to his fingers. 

There was nothing for them to say. Neither of them were alright with leaving; Neytiri couldn’t bear to leave the forest that raised her and Jake couldn’t reconcile with the fact that he left a sixteen year old boy in the hands of the RDA. With—whatever that resurrected verison of the man Jake knew as Quaritch was. Fuck. 

Jake closed his eyes, letting himself feel nothing but the buffeting wind and Neytiri’s hand in his, then let go.

The children were acclimating well to their new environment. 

The only one of the children who seemed the most out of place, despite how hard he tried not to, was Neteyam. He attended to his chores and learned with his siblings, but some days Jake would look at his son and see that same sadness in his eyes that Neytiri held. The four of them generally stuck together, but the few hiccups they had were—bad. 

The stress of it all made Jake feel at his worst. 

Tuk would wake him up in the middle of the night, crying, and trying her best to be as quiet as possible. Lo’ak was getting himself into trouble, what with fighting the Olo’eyktan’s son and swimming around with a banished Tulkun. And Kiri—he could see how hurt she was that Spider wasn’t around.

All he wanted was to keep them safe. He had no fucking clue if, out in the middle of the water, Quaritch would catch up with them. The man was a devil. He had no care for people or children. Besides, while it was clear he had orders to find Jake, his vendetta was personal. Jake didn’t know what this avatar version of Quaritch knew, but it had to be enough to have such a visceral reaction to him and Neytiri. He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt one of Jake’s children, to use them against him. He had already tried. 

They had to keep low, keep their heads down, keep the peace.

Jake couldn’t have any more on his conscience. He just needed to keep what was left of his family safe.

It hurt that there was one person missing from them, but Jake had to have faith that Spider was alright. He’s tough , he reminded himself again and again as the days passed, he’s strong. It wasn’t the assurance he hoped it would be. Some days, Jake would sit by himself near the shore and pray to Eywa that She would keep Spider safe. That they would be reunited in some way. He prayed that him leaving the boy behind wasn’t a mistake, that his being ruled by fear hadn’t broken the boy. He would pray and pray until his knees became numb from the weight of his body, the familiar feeling becoming a self-imposed punishment. 

He was a coward.

It was during one of those moments that his youngest daughter found him. His legs were nothing between him and the sand, his eyes closed as his lips moved in quiet prayer to the Great Mother. A small hand on his back startled him and Jake turned to see Tuktirey. She was wearing a new top that her brothers had made for her. Shining shells were woven into the top. When the boys had given it to her, Tuk had grinned and held it up towards the sun to see all the colors that emitted from it. 

With her toothy smile and shining top, Tuk was too bright for Jake to look at while his sorrow took him over. His daughter tilted her head to the side, watching him for a long moment before settling herself in his lap. “It’s okay to be sad, Daddy,” Tuk said quietly as she soothed at his back. Her hand was so small and her words were a repetition, the very same he would tell her whenever he found her crying. A beat passed before Tuk, all big eyes and with a youngness that Jake never wanted to see taken away from her, asked, “Do you miss Spider, too?”

The answer was easy: “Yes,” Jake replied as all of his regret and fear and sadness clung to his heart. “Yes.”

“It’s okay,” Tuktirey quietly assured him. “Eywa will protect him.”

It was said with the certainty of a child who had never lost a sibling. Jake wasn’t insensitive enough to think his daughter had never lost anyone. No, he knew Tuk had lost people. There had been elders who she had trusted and seen as grandparents, animals she had bonded with and loved with her entire sweet little heart, and people like the boy Spikti who had died before he could complete his Iknimaya. His daughter had lost people she had cared about, but never a sibling. That loss was one both Jake and Neytiri knew intimately. And, fuck, was Jake afraid he had damned his children to knowing that loss as well. 

Jake closed his eyes, pictured Spider’s happy grin, and nodded his head. “She will.”

In the end, when Jake saw Spider again, he could not embrace him in the way he had longed to for so many months. The boy, so young yet so responsible and mature in a way that made Jake choke up, helped drag Neteyam up and out of the ocean. Seafoam clung to his skin, the paint on his body was faded and his dreads were matted and—

Jake’s eyes passed over him. His hands clung onto his Neteyam, his boy, his son who had been so out of place, who bore such a heavy weight that Jake himself had pressed onto him, his boy who said the words he hadn’t been able to since they had left High Camp: I want to go home . 

Back on Earth, the ocean had been a desolate thing. It was as polluted as the rest of the world was, not to mention hazardous from chemical dumps that tainted the water and destroyed the ecosystem. Wildlife was sparse. The last living whale—a Minke whale—had been beached when Jake was Spider’s age. It was a miserable looking thing, made even moreso when it exploded across the beach that was its final resting place. In all honesty, Jake had nearly forgotten that whole ordeal: the way the news showed it every half hour and Tommy’s loud rants on this and that and this world is ruined . It wasn’t until he had seen Ro’a, dead-eyed, that he had remembered it.

It had taken days for the wreckage of the battle to be cleaned; before the bodies of the dead could be laid to rest, the Metkayina had worked day and night to rid the water of the Sky People’s pollution. 

Jake sat on the beach, the tide soft against his feet, as he stared out into the vastness of it. His Neteyam was at peace, he reminded himself. His son, his first baby, was with the Great Mother. There was no more pain, no more loss, only infinite warmth. Telling himself this didn’t take away the immense grief that pressed against his heart. Over all else, there was one thought that came back to him: Why hadn’t he hugged him more? 

Movement caused his eye to twitch and, assuming it was Tuk, Jake glanced over his shoulder. Instead of his youngest daughter, it was Spider. The boy wore a pale green tewng, a gift from the kind-hearted daughter of the Olo’eyktan, and fresh blue stripes were painted along his body. Someone had taken the time to help untangle his matted dreads. His hair had been cut to his shoulders and was instead braided. There were beads and shells intwined into his braids. Spider’s eyes grew wide, but before he could open his mouth, Jake held out his hand, palm up, beckoning the boy to join him. 

Spider’s steps were careful and measured. 

Despite himself, Jake felt a smile tug at his lips. “Not used to the sand just yet, huh?”

The boy’s face twisted in distaste. “It’s coarse and gets everywhere .” Jake laughed lightly and Spider chuckled, glancing down at his bare feet before brushing away at the sand that clung to him. The soles of his feet were thick with callouses. Jake had been afraid of how the Metkayina would take to Spider, whose Sky Person features shadowed the fact that he was Omatikaya at heart, however it seemed he had little to worry about. Tsireya was vocally welcoming of Spider; it was a significant difference from the way the young girl would defer to her mother only weeks before. Experiencing such a traumatic death, Jake knew, could do that to a person.

“I’m sorry,” Spider rasped out, raw and rough, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, Jake.”

For a moment, Jake didn’t understand. The boy's words felt disconnected from the truth of the world. Since coming back to them, Spider had done so much. He had been part of the effort to clean the ocean. He had helped food preparers in the mornings and quickly learned how to make the Metkayina nets and other items that were needed in their time of crisis. Spider had done so much. There was no reason for the boy to apologize. 

Then, as Jake looked over the boy, so young and small as he sat in the sand, his eyes shining and glancing out to the ocean beyond, Jake realized what Spider meant. Jake shook his head, his breath shallow in his chest as he placed his hand onto Spider’s shoulder. He had lost some weight when they had found each other again, thanks to the less nourishing food of the Sky People, but he had seemed to have gained it back now. When Jake had been able to see straight again, after it all, he had taken one look at the boy and given him as much food as he thought Spider could handle. “There is nothing for you to apologize for Spider. You hear me? Nothing.”

The boy gasped and shook his head. “But—”

“No.” Jake said firmly. He could feel, as though from a distance, as a cold tear trailed down his cheek. “You’re just a boy, Spider. It’s me who has to apologize.”

Spider’s face twisted in confusion, like look familiar as it would be on any other of Jake’s children. The first time Jake had seen that expression had been fifteen years ago, watching as the then-toddler had tried to make sense of the world around him. He thought of how Spider and Neteyam used to cling to each other, babbling in a mix of languages and discovering all of Ewya’eveng together. “Why would you have to apologize?”

Hearts are an easy thing to break. How many times had Jake experienced a pain so profound it broke him? Again and again it happened, a ribboning grief that he was never able to run from. Not even the most beautiful planet in all of space could take his grief away. Here, now, Jake found his already cracked heart form a new fissure as he took in Spider’s innocent expression. How badly had he failed Spider? How could the boy not see it?

“Spider,” Jake muttered carefully as he took the boy's hands into his own. They were so small, about the same size as Tuktirey's. “I’ve failed you.”

“No,” Spider said firmly as he shook his head, trying to speak over Jake as he repeated the word again. “You’ve never failed me. No.”

“I’ve failed you,” Jake said again, hoping to drown out Spider’s words. He needed for Spider to hear this, to understand. “I have, Spider, I have. Listen to me!” The boy hissed at him, but stopped speaking, his chest heaving as he glared up at Jake. There was a spark in him, something so strong it made Jake feel worse than ever. He should have protected Spider, been a better man, a better father. Because that has been what Jake had been hiding from for over a decade. Spider was his son. Not Quaritch’s or anyone from Hell’s Gate. His. But, he’d hidden from that truth when he should have embraced the boy. “You’re just a boy and I’m an adult. I’m someone who should have protected you against all odds, but I ran away. I hid. And I left you behind.”

It was a simple truth, yet Spider shook his head again. 

“I didn’t want you to save me. It was my decision. I didn’t want—I didn’t want anyone to be hurt.” His words were broken, his cheeks glinting with tears. The mask on his face began to fog over. “Fuck.”

Despite himself, Jake chuckled. The kids loved swearing in English, something that Jake knew he shouldn’t allow or encourage, but did anyway. “Yeah, kid, but I still should have fought harder for you. Not just when they took you, but before that. I know—Look.” Jake slowly began to untie his songcord from his tewng, the beads clinking together in a soft chime as he did. 

Along his songcord was a memory for his life, starting from the moment he lost his brother. It should be longer, but, really, nothing before Tommy’s death seemed to have mattered anymore. He pinched a dark blue bead between his fingers, inches away from the lock of Kiri’s hair, the small amount of blood inside shifting from side to side. “This is you, Spider.”

With careful, nearly reverent, fingers, Spider took the songcord into his palm. Another soft sob left his lips as he stared at it, the bead that had been twisted into his songcord, his life, for fourteen years. “I’ve—I’ve seen this my whole life,” he whispered absently as he traced a single finger over the bead. “I’m not—worthy of this.”

“Love, family, it isn’t about being worthy, Spider.” Jake replied firmly as he closed Spider’s hand over the songcord. “Besides, if anyone isn’t worthy of someone, it’s me. All your life I’ve left you behind. Don’t—I did, Spider. But, I’m done with that. I’m done denying who you are. You’re Omatikaya, a Na’vi, just like me. Better than me. It’s been my fear that’s held you back, but I’m done. I already lost one son, I couldn’t bear to lose another without saying this. I’m sorry, Spider. I’m sorry.”

The words lay bare in between them for a long moment. The soft waves and their quiet sniffles were the only noises to be heard. It was too much, so much, an entire world of emotions untouched for so long. Jake hoped it would be enough, that they could come forward from this. His chest hurt with the weight of all that had been said.

Then—

Spider’s words were a rasp as he spoke: “I pulled Quaritch out of the water.”

Processing the words Spider spoke was difficult. All Jake could hear was the ocean, the push and the pull, the quiet sounds of his Neteyam’s cries as the boy repeated I want to go home , the repeated tone of a voicemail message in his ear it’s your brother, jackass, give me a call . Jake pressed his hand to his chest, right above the place where his broken heart sat. He looked out at the sealine, watching the soft heads of ilu pop in and out as they played together. 

“Tell me,” Jake muttered as he watched the creatures, thinking of footage of a dead whale carcass. “What happened. Tell me everything.”

The story was a simple one. Spider spoke in a quiet voice. When he cried, Jake reached out a hand to run it over his braided head. His touch seemed to bolster the boy to continue on. “I don’t know why I did it. I hate him. I hate him so much. I should have let him die.”

Jake smiled tightly and shook his head. The memory of something he long ago wished to bury hooked itself into his mouth, needed to be said. “When I was about a year older than you, my dad called me. He was crying, drunk out of his mind. I hated him. More than anyone or anything, I hated that bastard. He was the reason my mom was dead. The reason I was stuck with nowhere to go. I hated him, but I couldn’t leave him behind. So, he called me, crying, needing me, and I found him and took him home. Bathed him, held him while he threw up all over the goddamn place, hating him. He was so drunk, I thought he could just die. He could choke and die and I would be free. But I watched over him. Cleaned him. Kept him from hurting himself even further. I understand, Spider, hating your father, but feeling indebted to him.”

When he turned to look at the boy, he could see Spider’s surprise at his story. His eyes were shining, his fingers were still gripping Jake’s songcord. Speaking about his past was difficult. It was easier for Jake to leave everything behind him, but some things needed to be said. He wished he said more to Neteyam. 

Jake gave Spider a smile. “Don’t worry, Spider. I told you. You’re just a boy. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”

[k0rii]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Warnings: Forced pregnancy, Forced marriage, sex, abuse, manipulation, Unplanned pregnancy older man/younger woman, forced sex.

ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

You wait, for what seems likes years since you've seen your, 'Lover'.

It was an arranged marriage, well forced to the bride of the first Harbinger, Pierro, also known as The Jester. You never had a say in any of it, never like you had one in the first place. Only to be told you'd marry him by your mother, the Tsaritsa..

Pierro was actually the one who gave the Tsaritsa the idea of the arranged marriage. He had his eyes, well eye, on you since he was introduced to you, and was order to protect you from assassins, treasure hoarders, and anything or anyone who would want to kill you. His obsession grew by the years, so when it was time for the wedding, you could what was going on in his sick head.

Once you said the words "I do", it was permanent, you were now his Lover, his wife, you were finally his, and he would make sure nothing, not even the Tsaritsa, not his plans, would get in the way to have you all for himself. Sadly, he had to leave before you could go on your honeymoon, so he's been waiting to come to you for awhile

Finally he came back. He looks to try and find your beautiful eyes, and he did, Pierro walks towards you, a quite very small smile on his face. You looked a little happy to your husband, at least glad to see him alive and breathing.

He looks down into your eyes, your face in his hands.

Leaning closer together, you both kiss one another, not breaking apart. Soon one kiss turns into many, then into a passionate, small, make out session.

Both break the steamy kiss, to catch their breaths.

"My love, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to come home. I thought the worst- but I never gave up hope.."

He looks at you again, with loving eyes.

"Wife, I shall show you how much I've missed you. I'll take you to our bedroom.." He growls, nipping your neck.

You blush, your cheeks already red as it is from the cold, but now even more red from his comment..

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The room was filled with sounds, mostly your moans, which Pierro found cute as he thrusts in and out of. Each thrust more rough than the last.

"O-oh, fu-" You moan when he takes a nipple in his mouth, tease the harden bud.

"My my. What a- shit- dirty mouth you have, my love.." He growls.

He then starts to move more faster, making you scream out in pleasure. Pierre was going to cum inside you! Not caring what you say. You would have his children, it was your job, as his wife.

"Pierro! Oh, Archons- make me cum, please! I'm close!"

"As you wish, for tonight, I will make you mine.." He growls out once again...

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒐 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏

Everyone always asked. How in the hell did you marry the number two Harbinger?!

By force.

You both met at a bar, got drunk, had sex.

Once you woke, you saw the man you slept with still asleep. That's when you saw the armor on the floor, this man was one of the Harbingers, you boss, Capitano.

You soon left as quickly as you could. Leaving him behind. Luckily, you were wearing a disguise, so he probably couldn't have recognized you. You pray to the Archon's he didn't. That's when the worst happened..., 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁..

Not only did you sleep with a Harbinger, but now, you were caring his child.

He already knew, actually planned to make you bear his child. Capitano knew abo you, your life, your family, everything..

He always ordered some random Fatui guards to follow you, and to keep tabs on you. That's when he forced you to become his. Capitano told you he fire you, and make sure your family would die, the only thing you'd have to do was be his bride, his wife...

So, you really had no choice but to become his.

But, once your child was born, it was a living nightmare. When the child got a little older, the kid started to act like his own father. Not only that, but if you even made one mistake, he would fuck you, or lock you in a room with no food or water, just left you there in the dark, banging the door and begging to be let out.

He would abuse you, and would break you into submission. You thought to yourself, maybe he was the devil himself

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"Do you love me fucking you!"

Your eyes filled with tears, already falling down. Your mouth agape, not being able to speak. Capitano smirks, looking at his wife's red face, not able to handle the pleasure.

Only moans and screams would come out if you tried to speak. You felt your orgasm getting closer by the second, but you couldn't do anything to tell him to keep going, but you, you didn't have to, he knew you close.

"Cum, cum for me my wife.." He growls out as you tighten around him.

Your scream could probably be heard all of around castle, but Capitano didn't care. He soon thrusted in and out of you again, more rough than before.

"Oh, you thought I was done. You must be stupid if you'd think I was done with you for tonight, wife.."

Then he quickens his pace.

You better be prepared, for tonight, you'd be seeing stars, and not the stars you in the night sky...

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ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ!! ʙʏᴇ!

[lovecatsandaliens]

— my fave bluelance quotes <3

“I’m going to put myself between you and death at every chance I get, and maybe that scares you, but it doesn’t scare me, Blue. It gives me a purpose I’ve never had before, and I never want to let go of it.”

“The girl was important. She was the centre of the universe, a goddess who ruled me, and I gladly submitted to that rule. She was fury and light and a taste so sweet I would never forget it.”

All I knew for sure was when I was with him, it felt like the stars were singing our names.

I had to make it through this for her. My final light. The girl who was worth a thousand years in hell.

She was the sun embodied and I’d spent so long in the dark, all I wanted was a few moments in its heat.

She was a goddess who had so easily plucked my heart from my chest, deciding whether or not she wanted to take a bite out of it.

Because this girl was everything good in the world I’d been missing and I had to know what it felt like to drown in her. Even if it meant my downfall. Even if I corrupted her to her core.

“You always have so much faith in me.”

“You’re a queen destined to rule. I knew that the first moment I saw you.”

He loved me. Lance Orion loved me. And I loved him back with every corner of my heart and all the spaces in between.

“When I’m queen, I’m going to buy you this library,” I decided and he lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with surprise. “Then you can do whatever you like with these books, because they’ll be all yours.”

Because she awoke something in me which I missed, and that part of me was begging for another day in the sun.

“I want you like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone. And I will fight to make you mine, no matter what it takes. No force in Solaria will rip us apart.”

Darcy's eyes locked with mine and my lungs compressed. Why was it so fucking difficult to cut her out of me? One look was enough to make me consider risking everything I’d ever worked for.

“For you, anything’s worth it,” he said and my heart broke because I knew he meant it and it was almost too much to bear.

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if you’re an Heir or if I end up in Darkmore Penitentiary for the rest of my fucking life. I’ll take any fate for her, so just remember that when you’re playing your little game, Capella.”

“He kissed me like he wasn't allowed to kiss me, but if he didn't he'd die”

“I’m supposed to be some all-powerful Phoenix but look at me now. I’m nothing.”

“You are everything,” I said firmly.

I miss her too. I miss her in every moment of every minute of every day. I will always miss her.

I just needed it to stop. All of it. I couldn’t believe after all this time I still felt like this. Like the world began and ended with him and I would never belong to any other man.

“You are meant for the sunlight, Lance Orion. So you’ll stand with me in it or else we’ll stay in the dark together.”

“I knelt for Darcy in the arena,” I admitted, staring him straight in the eye. “She is my queen, whether that be by the choice of the stars or a fate carved by my own hand. I was always meant to kneel for her.”

“She was my sunshine after an eternal winter.”

That girl could bring about an apocalypse on this world, and I knew in my heart that she could defend herself. She was a force of nature, a fucking hurricane.

“Look at him. He’d find a way to lasso the sun out of the sky and bring ruin on us all if it saved you from Lavinia’s curse.”

She was the summer sun after the longest winter of my life and all I wanted to do was bask in her glow.

“I loved you when your soul shone with all the starlight in the night sky, and I’ll love you now when your soul is the blackest you’ve ever known. I will love you whole and I’ll love you in pieces.”

[qqueenofhades]

what are your thoughts on Russia’s mobilization and reports that they’re heavily ‘recruiting’ from ethnic minority populations?

What is happening right now is not at all surprising to me, or anyone else who has studied Russia for a while. I have said this before, but it remains an utterly tragic irony that Putin, who is so bent on recreating the USSR/Russian Empire glory days at any cost, is so totally blind to the fact that he's also sending it down exactly the same path to yet another collapse that will set the country and society back for generations. Widespread/forced mobilization in 1917, in order to send more Russian troops to their extremely costly and failing efforts in WWI, contributed to further grievances against Nicholas II and eventually led to the successful revolution/overthrow of the monarchy in October. In other words, it was extremely unpopular last time and I seriously doubt that it's going to be any more popular this time. Besides, if 50,000 actually trained and (somewhat) equipped troops have already been killed, and now they're down to forcibly drafted civilian conscripts with two weeks of training, and over-50 guys in debt who were lured to sign up with the promises of generous bonuses (that, like other promised Russian financial rewards, aren't being paid), against highly motivated Ukrainian troops equipped with NATO weapons... yeah. It's going to be a slaughter, and the only question is whether the Russian public actually starts protesting on a large enough scale, despite the obvious threat of force and repression, to exert actual pressure on the Kremlin and force it to change its mind. But because they're already so committed, and there's not much of a way to be "oops our bad," there's also no way to back out now. I don't know how it'll end, but it isn't going to be good for anyone.

The whole thing is a tragedy on a terrible scale, especially since I don't see any way for Russia as a country to recover from this any time soon. The combined impact of sanctions, global isolation, and all the other (extremely deserved) consequences for this pointless war of old-school genocide and imperialism has undone, and then some, all the progress that Russia has made at integrating into the global community since the fall of the USSR. Because Putin's ego now cannot bear the possibility that he actually loses in Ukraine, after he launched his invasion against every shred of common sense to the contrary, he will act like every Russian tsar of old and throw countless lives of his own people down the drain in a futile attempt to prolong the inevitable. This is also why rabid Western defenders of Russia (a la tankies and their ilk) are just... so... fucking.... stupid. For one thing, if you know literally anything about Russian history, especially post-1917 Soviet history and the ways in which information has been tightly controlled, censored, edited, ideologically distorted, and otherwise used for propaganda purposes, you know that it's absolutely idiotic to trust literally anything the official Russian state and media apparatus says about the war, because it's all lies. Second, the Soviet system was built on the mass repression and (especially in the 1920s and 1930s) mass destruction of its own people, especially those pegged in any way as "traitors" to the revolution. (I suggest Gulag: A History by Anne Applebaum, which goes into this into more depth and casts a horrifying but necessary light on this period.)

As such, the relatively wealthy (by Russian standards) and Europeanized cities of Moscow and St. Petersburg have always existed in a different social universe from the extremely poor, rural, isolated, and persistently underdeveloped Russian regions. So yes, mobilization of Russia's ethnic minorities as cannon fodder, rather than going for the urban city-dwellers directly, also serves Putin's project of building a more racially/ethnically "pure" Russia, and this approach has been supported by Alexander Dugin, the imperialist/fascist Russian ultra-nationalist who is one of Putin's chief advisors. (His daughter was recently killed in a car bomb that was probably meant for Dugin himself.) However, Moscow and St. Petersburg aren't going to escape altogether unscathed either, and the largest protests against mobilization, as has been the case with anti-war protests in Russia overall, have taken place in these two cities. Basically, Putin's (corrupted) social contract with the Russian people is that they let him and the siloviki do what they want and don't try to interfere or remove them from power, and in turn, these actions don't impact on their daily life. But between the slow destruction of the economy via sanctions and now directly forcing ordinary citizens to fight in a deeply unpopular war (all those people who have supported it online are probably likely to change their minds when they're actually asked to die for it), that's fallen apart too.

In short, I see no way for either Russia as a modern nation-state or the Putin regime to survive this. I don't know how long the end will take or what form it will ultimately arrive in, but... yeah, they're all fucked. When you're forcing your own average joes to fight in an imperialist war that's already gone terribly and led to your complete global isolation, then you're in desperation mode. Putin literally only has "I WILL SUPER DEFINITELY USE NUCLEAR WEAPONS AND IT'S NOT A BLUFF!!!!" left as a bargaining tool, which is just an attempt to frighten everyone into backing off long enough to let him try to make this idiocy work. But as I said, everyone in the Russian army who had even some training is already dead, they're using Soviet-relic weapons, morale is shit, the Ukrainians are (rightfully) extremely motivated and riding off the back of recent victories, and throwing a bunch of untrained conscripts into that meat-grinder is going to result in incredible and incredibly unnecessary bloodshed. There are some groups who seem mostly willing to go at the moment (though again, I'm not sure how long that's going to survive contact with reality), and there are a lot who are totally unwilling (see: the current mad rush to leave Russia by any means possible). The problem goes so deep, on so many levels, that yeah, this isn't a fixable situation anymore. The only thing that remains to be seen is how much damage it does, both to Russia and the world, on the way down. Alas.

[kazieka]

things i am adoring about gow ragnarok so far

• MANY DOGY

• atreus: shit!! >:/

• kratos: WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD

• acknowledgment of calliope. ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF CALLIOPE

• the very first miniboss fight against the bear, forcing you to beat it nearly to death before we get the reveal that it was Atreus all along and we get to see kratos have that GUT FUCKING WRENCHING realization that he nearly killed ANOTHER of his children in a bloodlust frenzy

• brok and sindri

• brok and sindri

• brok and sindri

• giant talking squirrel. my god i love Ratatoskr

• atreus casually refers to sindri as his uncle. brb im going to lie down and cry a little

• brok, upon meeting atreus again, walks around him a few times in bewilderment before asking what the Fuck happened to him. dismayed to learn that children grow. commands kratos to put a stop to that shit

• the description of the Talon Bow tells us that Atreus has “finally grown into it”

• the ravens are happy when we kill them. not gonna lie i was worried about that

• the journals in the previous game were all Atreus’s, but this time they are written by kratos and we get a lot of his own introspection

• kratos is letting atreus (and mimir) teach him how to read Norse runes, instead of just relying on atreus to read them for us

• there is so much love and warmth between all these characters that was so terribly absent from the last game! im aware that was the point — forcing atreus and kratos to bond with each other because the world was so profoundly empty of anyone else — but the cast has grown so much and so has our trust with them! kratos is bringing brok along as a companion while atreus is Fucking Grounded and i just love that for him

• atreus gets fucking grounded for sneaking out and running around unsupervised with a Girl. what the fuck that’s so cute. local demigod sent to his room without dinner for sneaking out of this plane of reality and doing unauthorized realm travel. he didn’t even call. teens am i right

• angrboda. angrboda. little miss i would kill or die for you. you wouldn’t let me but i will find a way.

• did i mention the dogys. there are so many fucking Dogs in this game and so far all of them have been nice :)

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

perchance do you know danganronpa? and if so, cullens forced into that kind of killing game where theyre all trapped and slowly given motives to escape (riches, starvation, turning back into a human, etc.) by killing one another. maybe the cullens and the volturi if it needs to be decently sized.

The thing about Danganronpa is that the setup is very particular.

Right away, the participants are shown this is serious in the immediate death of a peer among them. To prove that they can and will be killed per the 'rules' of this place. Notably, it's not a peer anyone knows closely (for all she's famous), which means it sparks fear rather than a desire for vengeance. Before that point, while our characters were nervous, they weren't certain the bear was serious.

They also all had their memories wiped up to a certain point. They remembered things outside the school, the family and friends they were separated from, the desires they'd had, but didn't realize they knew each other and had been friends. This fermented suspicion and dislike as tensions rose and personalities clashed with one another.

The Cullens, however, have known each other a long time, long before they (presumably) entered the school for their own protection (which is a bit of a "eeeeeeeeeeh" point for them as it's not something I'd see the Cullens signing up for especially given their diet, they'd eat the humans looking for protection).

But I guess we'll give it a shot.

The Cullens find themselves in a school gym with no recollection of how they got there. They find themselves surrounded by strange vampires with funny eye colors.

Jasper immediately kills all of them out of suspicion that they'll murder him. The others, not seeing this coming (and Alice paralyzed by seeing it coming) do not save themselves.

The bear didn't see this coming either.

"Well, fuck" the bear says.

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 31

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Loki

In the 3 months without Tony, Loki had left his room 5 times. Once to go to Valhalla to try and get him back, once to try and interact with the others (that one went so badly that he just slept through the next few days), and 3 times to get more beer. The floor was littered with all of the empty beer cans and he was pretty sure that he looked like shit, but he didn't care. After all, Tony was gone, so why should he?

Steve kept knocking at his door, but Loki ignored him. During the first few days, the others kept blowing up his phone with texts and calls, but when it died, he "forgot" to charge it. After 1 month, Steve had thought he had died and barged in to check on him, finding Loki drunk-talking to an illusion of Tony, either not noticing or not caring that Steve had just entered the room. Steve had quietly backed out, and no one had entered the room since then.

Loki spent most of those months drunk, and, during some of his more sober moments, Loki had JARVIS give him updates on the other Avengers so that he could write letters to Tony. In doing this, he learned that Bucky had woken up, not remembering anything after he fell off of the train, his brain still stuck in 1945. Steve had to tell him that his sister Becca had died of old age 4 years ago. Bucky's reaction had sent Loki into another spiral, the reminder of the fact that Tony was gone too much to bear. The next thing he remembered, he was waking up in another hospital bed, Natasha standing over him, a worried look on her face.

"Loki, what the fuck? I know you know that drinking yourself to death isn't helping you at all, so why the fuck are you doing it? I mean, you do know that-" Natasha lectured, and Loki cut her off.

"That Tony wouldn't have wanted this? Yeah, well, Tony's gone, so he doesn't really get a say," Loki said bitterly. "And who are you to tell me what to do with my life? Last I checked we weren't friends, and the only reason that we even kept talking to each other was Tony, and he's not here anymore, so I don't really get why you care."

"I care about you because I know what you're going through. I've been brainwashed into doing horrible things against my will, I've lost everyone I've ever cared about, and I've-" Natasha said softly, and Loki got even more upset.

"Have you watched the only two people you've ever loved go in front of you in the exact same way and not been able to do anything about it? Have you had some mystical force try to warn you about it but you ignored it and made the one you loved leave? Have you had someone trust you with their life and fail them? Because I have," Loki said forcefully, and Natasha backed away.

"I didn't know. I'm sorr-'' Natasha started before realizing something. "Wait. You knew what was going to happen to Tony? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I thought it was just a vision of an alternate universe. I didn't know that it could come true here too," Loki explained defensively. "I was going into Tony's mind to heal him after the vision that almost killed him, and the stone showed me an alternate universe where we were soulmates and Thanos stabbed him and threw him off of the bridge. I didn't think it was important because it was pretty damn obvious that it wasn't this universe, because me and Tony aren't soulmates here."

Natasha stepped back slightly, and Loki realized belatedly that that came out a little more forceful than he meant it to. Oh, well. She was already going to be pissed at him for letting Tony leave, so what's one more reason to hate him?

"Oh," she said quietly, and then her face melted into a look of concern. "You do know that it's not your fault, right? Maybe you should've told someone about the vision, but, as you said, it didn't seem important. It's not your fault that you didn't know."

"No. Every other fucking vision had a purpose, and this one was an entire life story! I should've known, and I should've fucking told someone!" Loki said, volume building until he was practically yelling. He couldn't see how someone could honestly think that Tony being gone wasn't his fault, because, honestly, he always manages to either hurt the ones he loves or get them to leave forever. "You don't understand. There is no fucking way you could ever understand. If all you're going to do here is tell me lies to try to make me feel better, it's not working, so you can go."

Natasha looked at him with a look that he knew meant that she felt bad for him, and honestly, that just made him feel worse. He didn't need pity, or false reassurances, or to "move on". He just needed Tony.

[favesgrave]

Tell me anything about your fan continuity- let loose

oh my god you've opened the floodgates so let's get into stuff BEFORE the autobot and decepticon war

so cybertron. good old cybertron. that's a lie it's not very good at all, basic case of the caste system and functionism and all that jazz. the current leader of cybertron is sentinel... who is also not great. he holds most of the power and even though the senate exists, they mostly are just there to serve out his desires. he has these delusions of being a god, putting himself on the same status as the original thirteen primes and because of this belief his people suffer even MORE

in my fc, megatron didn't willingly enter the gladiator pits. they were running low on contestants, so he was one of the bots they picked to fight. unfortunately, he realized he's good at killing things. fortunately, he also realizes he can use his popularity in the arena to his advantage. he catches the attention of soundwave, an intel agent from the elite guard. but soundwave doesn't actually care about what sentinel wants, not when he's been looking for a way to bring about his downfall. so the two become allies in secret, soundwave passing along any useful information to him

dont think i forgot about orion pax. because i would never. he works as a simple librarian (no iacon hall of records, no shady old man alpha trion) but he knows plenty about how dire cybertron's situation is and that leads to him wanting to meet megatron. ratchet's a little iffy on it, going "you can't just arrange a meeting with the mech actively going against sentinel and the senate. that's suicide" and orion basically says "lol watch this" and meets him in secret anyways. boom, megatron's got another ally

they steadily gain more and more people and become a rebel force. sentinel couldn't have ignored them even if he tried. he doesn't even know he still has people in his forces that are against him, people like shockwave and magnus. shockwave is a senator who fucking hates sentinel's guts. magnus also hates sentinel's guts. he's in the elite guard, but was sort of forced into it because hey, he popped into existence and after gathering his bearings they were like "hey you look like you'd be pretty good at fighting. c'mere. we're gonna train you. you're ours now"

shockwave's disloyalty gets found out. he's taken away to become an empurata victim. he was also going to be a mnemosurgery victim, but magnus blew his own cover to escape with him

anyways this war goes on for a bit, each battle becoming a little worse. and megatron's angry. he's so pissed because sentinel is letting all these people, his own soldiers, die! sentinel has the power to stop this and actually negotiate with them to create a better cybertron, but he doesn't. he doesn't even do any of the fighting himself. so megatron's becoming more and more angry, which does not go unnoticed by orion who's like "haha. you. you okay buddy??" and megs is like "yup!!! i am living the dream! dont worry about me best friend!" he's losing it actually

the war reaches its final battle when they storm the capitol. a pathway gets cleared for megatron, orion, and soundwave to make it to sentinel, who is completely out of tricks to use. before the battle, megs and orion had agreed to take sentinel alive but when megs looks down at sentinel and points his cannon at him, he just sees someone who never granted anyone else mercy. he saw someone who would never change, who would never feel any remorse. he thinks about all his friends who died in the mines, the pits, this war. and as soundwave blocks the door, he fires the killing blow.

this creates a rift between megatron and orion, one that only keeps growing larger. the tension only leads to more conflict, and more conflict leads to the autobot and decepticon war

[solarisgod]

| YOUR DEATH DISTURBS THE NATURAL ORDER , STARRY ONE .

 Astereus opens their eyes to find a skeleton ahead in black veil , Its fleshless hands bearing bundles of flowers , a detail more softer than everything else about It . Despite the jarring appearance It holds , they only walk closer to It , unafraid like It is an old friend . It feels familiar . ❝ We apologize , Death , ❞ they reply softly , their voices in multitude from Micah , Phoebus , Philos , Phobos , Cryael ⅋ more ; all echoing across the realm of kind whiteness . ❝ Love is the most violent thing to exist . We died because of Love . ❞ Adoniram .

| ⅋ WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN FOR LOVE ?

 ❝ Yes , ❞ Micah answers ⅋ takes the flowers from Death . They hold them close to their chest , their heart ─ their bleeding neck ─ they deeply breathe . ❝ We would want to die for love . ❞ Out of love . in love . We always have wanted to die / love . This is what happens when we weren't raised with enough love since the beginning of our life . We become unendurable . Do you understand ?

| YET , FOR LOVE OR OTHERWISE , YOU WILL KILL EVERYONE IF YOU CONTINUE TO DISTURB THE NATURAL ORDER LIKE THIS .

 Phobos scoffs , its amused sound devolving to sickened laughter . irony sings terribly from the great raging star . ❝ Many people wanted to kill us since we were a child . It's only fair to least give them a fright . ❞ Reality shivers . They smile at Death , bright , Philos attempting to assure It , then . ❝ But , don't you worry , Deathie , we'll try to be better at living . . . if those people can give us a fucking BREAK ! ❞ Micah flinches at the burst of their aggression , fiddling with the petals . ❝ As unsettling as it is for me to say , our death opens an opportunity to ask you if you are familiar with the Godtellers ? ❞ The veiled skeleton tenses at the inquiry .

| THE WORSTS OF ALL . THEY ARE LIKE FORCES OR DEITIES AS YOU ⅋ I , BUT THEY INFLUENCE EVERYTHING / EVERYONE / EVERYWHERE FOR THE SIMPLE SAKE OF STORYTELLING . NO ONE CAN EVER GO AGAINST THEM , NOT EVEN LIFE ITSELF .

 Cryael nods while they recall Lux sharing how the Breaker is controlling the shadows ⅋ reflections to take over humanity . It may cooperate with the Infernal infinity , but in the end , it is serving the Godtellers who thrive in chaos ⅋ conflicts . ❝ What if we want to meet one not to confront , but negotiate ? ❞ it questions Death along with Micah ⅋ Phoebus .

| TO MEET A GODTELLER IS LIKE MEETING ME . THERE ARE NO NEGOTIATIONS OR CONFRONTATIONS WITH GODTELLERS . YOU EITHER LIVE WITH THEM OR DIE BY THEM . THAT'S ALL I WILL SAY ABOUT THEM FOR YOUR OWN SAKE .

 ❝ We'd rather face more pain than to let them play so freely , ❞ Micah shares the thought with Cryael . Phoebus inhales sharply , but says no more . They believe the Godtellers are the sources of the Metaeide . These spiritual beings created after individuals' fears , traumas ⅋ negative emotions ; they are linked to the Godtellers . The Godtellers are the narrators of the narratives that influence lives . The Metaeide are the pieces of the narratives that haunt their respective sources .

| IF YOU INSIST . THE MORE YOU DIE BEFORE YOU'D REVIVE , YOU'LL LOSE MORE OF YOURSELF ⅋ THOSE AROUND YOU . THIS IS MY FIRST ⅋ FINAL WARNING , ASTRIFER . NOW , RETURN TO THE WORLD . YOUR TIME MUST GO FORWARD .

 The portal of the In Between realm of Life ⅋ Afterlife opens . Astrifer nods , but before they leave , Micah looks back at Death . ❝ One more question : Is my friend , Byte , happy ? ❞ Barely , Death smiles .

| BYTEBITE ( @mordcode ) IS SO , AS XE IS PROUD OF YOU .

 In tears , they thank It , then enter the portal before them , returning in wild determination to live with more fury . Everyone will wish they would remain dead .