#at the end of the day its the gods fault. and yes i do blame hades! he is not free of this he was a shitty dad.

[arch-dieangelo]

I KNOW IT’S SELFISH, BUT I WANTED MY OWN LIFE

¹ the ti.tan’s curse, rick r.iordan   ² the bad beginning, lemony snicket   ³ the ti.tan’s curse, r.ick ri.ordan   ⁴ jane mersky leder   ⁵ the battle of the labyr.inth, ri.ck rio.rdan   ⁶ always gold, radical face

[akoyaxs]

Tunutu II

✮ Meaning: object of desire, crush

✮ Pairing: Aonung x fem!human reader

✮ Meaning: object of desire, crush

✮ Warnings: Reader POV, smutty smut smut, angst if you squint, slight fingering, P in V, kuru play, fluffiness

✮ Word Count: 3.8k (yes ik im so sorry my darlings, its not that much but i ran out idk what to tell you, i can only do so many mental breakdowns 🤷🏻‍♀️)

So yeah, this one is a little shorter but this was really just to tie it off with a cute little ending, so I hope you enjoy my loves 💗

*Aonung is inspired by this beautiful art made by the lovely @nikyu0 ♡*

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The next time you saw Aonung after that day in your room, you didn't know what you were expecting. Maybe, like he usually did with other girls, he'd pretend nothing ever happened. Maybe he'd taunt you and say it was all a joke, despite everything you said. 

If you're being honest- you didn't have high hopes. It's not like all your other experiences with Metkayina men had ended with them ackegknowledging you afterward, after half-breaking your back and saying you were the tightest thing they've ever felt. 

But you certainly weren't expecting him to stick to his words.

Days had passed since you slept with Aonung, days in which you didn't see him around the village or anywhere around Awa'atlu. Of course, your mind had just come to terms with the fact he was like all the other guys, and you really had been stupid, listening to the meaningless pillow-talk riff raff he'd cooed at you afterwards.

 

No one would say where he was, and Tsireya, Rotxo and the Sully's all acted infuriatingly knowing and smug when you sneakily asked them. Very casual. Definitely off-hand. Nonchalant for sure.

And you were. It wasn't that deep that Aonung, like you predicted and prepared yourself for, did not stick to his words about sticking around and everything. You were stupid and hopeful, and you didn't really blame him either.

So you were trying your best to put him behind you when a whole week had passed without you seeing him, and you were starting to fall back into your old patterns. It wasn't your fault you were a horny little thing, and especially now so that there wasn't someone to take care of it.

Which is why, on the eighth day, you could be found in the Tsahìk's marui. 

There had been an incident at training where Zei'ke had gotten a little bruised and battered. He was very good looking, so you tolerated his chatter. God- he really was even stupider than Aonung. Why did you always just go for big stupid hunks?

But at the end of the day, he was a big hunk, so you were happy to patch him up, applying ointment to his cuts and bruises, bandaging the worse injuries and massaging his sore muscles.

The trouble was, Tsireya had begged you to come swimming that afternoon, and this was your first time wearing swimmers out in the village. So maybe your bikini was a little smaller than it could of been, but who was it hurting, really, to be showing off the best assets you had to offer in a strictly na'vi village.

It certainly wasn't hurting Zei'ke, given the way his eyes stared not so conspicuously down your top when you bent over, or how the ties of your bikini bottoms peeked over your shorts.

What's the harm in having some fun, you thought.

It wasn't like Aonung was going to do anything, his absence had made it pretty clear that he was a liar, that it really was just about sex, maybe even just experimentation.

But when you moved closer, leaning up to massage Zei'ke's shoulders, you were surprised by the way he flinched back.

"What, am I hurting you?" you ask, frowning slightly. You had been careful, using your hands gently and besides, na'vi were literally impossible for you to injure.

"No," Zei'ke says slowly, blinking owlishly at you. His gaze flicks down to your breasts, then he clears his throat and looks away. You frown.

"Is there a problem with my clothing?"

"No- I just... I should go," he says hastily.

"Why?" you ask, weary and suspicious. You wonder vaguely if suddenly, everyone's starting to wonder if you're turning into the evil sort of tawtute. "I haven't finished massaging your muscles-"

"You shouldn't," Zei'ke says shortly. "He wouldn't like it."

That was new. Your eyes narrow as you try to guess what this skxawng is going on about, but you have a sinking sort of feeling you know exactly what's happening.

"And who are you talking about?"

Zei'ke blinks guiltily. Obviously he wasn't supposed to say anything, but if he was careless and clumsy enough to let the first words slip, you could pull the rest out of him.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain future Olo'eyktan, would it?" you ask casually, shifting on your feet to look more careless. "You know, tall, stupid, very good looking. Name's Aonung?"

"No!" Zei'ke practically bursts out, before scrunching his face up guiltily. Even someone that thick would realise he wasn't convincing anyone. Your eyes narrow further.

"What does him not liking it have to do with anything?" you ask.

"He is my commander," Zei'ke says owlishly.

"No," you huff, growing tired of his incompetence. "Why would he not like it?"

"Because... well... you fucked him..."

"Charming," you mutter under you breath, rolling your eyes at his very limited vocabulary. "What does us sleeping together have to do with anything? I've been with other na'vi men, and that didn't change anything, especially about others?"

Zei'ke frowns, processing your words, and you want to take him by the shoulders and rattle him. It would be hard though, given he's double the size of you.

"You are his," Zei'ke says simply.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"No other man goes near you," Zei'ke explains. "Sometimes we can argue with the claim, but he is to be Olo'eyktan, and we do not dare-"

"What is he playing at?" you snap. "We just fucked, I've fucked others and nothing ever happened with that? Just because he's the little prince he thinks he can control what I do?"

"Uh... I don't know?" he says weakly, and your scowl deepens.

"How did you even know about that anyway?"

"We can all smell his scent on you," Zei'ke says, face flushed with embarrasment. "You did not realise, tawtute?"

"Obviously fucking not," you growl. 

"Besides," Zei'ke says, obviously eager to take some of the heat off himself, "Aonung got upset with us asking about you. That's why I'm so battered."

At this, you freeze. Zei'ke can obviously tell he said something important, because he winces and scrunches his face up.

"I mean- no- I tripped-"

"Shut up," you say carelessly. "You saw Aonung?"

"Yes? I mean... he's been at training for day-"

With a furious growl, you push past Zei'ke, storm out of the marui, and stalk along the village. You can feel his eyes blinking owlishly at you, clearly torn between confusion and worry for what Aonung might do to him.

Rage is boiling in your veins. First, Aonung ignores you after promising a million things. Then he "claims" you or whatever the fuck that means. And now it turns out, he was here. In Awa'atlu. And he just didn't come and see you.

You storm across the sand to the warrior grounds, hands balled into little fists. All the sparring and beatings and fights don't faze you, you storm straight through all the tussles towards the familiar broad figure of Aonung on the very opposite side.

Fights pause and everyone stares as you stride past, all tiny and furious in your bikini and shorts, less clothing than they'd ever seen you in.

Finally, you reach Aonung. He hasn't noticed all his warriors have stopped fighting, he hasn't even noticed you storming towards him. He's busy sharpening a spear, discussing something with Neteyam seated beside him.

Neteyam is the first to spot you, and his eyes go wide. Before he can say anything, Aonung notices his friend's surprise, and turns with a small, puzzled frown on his stupidly handsome face to see you right in front of him.

Thank Eywa he's seated, because it makes your next action a lot easier. You slap him. Hard.

Several people gasp, everyone mutters, and all eyes are now on you as you glare up at him. Aonung's eyes are dark, but he doesn't say anything. He looks a little confused, and that makes you even more furious.

You shove him hard. Mortifyingly, yet predictably if you're looking at it logically, Aonung doesn't move a single inch, and suddenly you're right against his warm, muscular body. Stupid skxawng, his hotness making it hard for you to be mad at him.

"You dick," you growl. "You fucking idiot-"

Aonung clears his throat, clearly aware of everyone watching with varying degrees of surprise, interest and amusement as this little angry tawtute snarls curses at their commander. Neteyam, too, looks slightly entertained.

"Dismissed," he calls to his warriors. 

They all wander off, taking their sweet time to cast glances back at you, muttering excitedly between themselves. Neteyam stands awkwardly, trying to hide a smile.

"I'm going to go," he says decidedly. "I'll see you later bro. Good luck."

Aonung nods tightly, before his gaze flicks back down to you, glaring up at him with all your might. This fucking skxawng is going to be the death of you. He obviously wasn't going to be the first one to speak, so you took a deep breath.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I was training my warriors," Aonung says bluntly.

"Fucking idiot," you growl. "What are you playing at, claiming me."

"I thought that was clear," Aonung frowns. "You're mine."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" you grumble. 

"I told you syulang-"

"Don't call me that."

"That you would not need any others anymore," Aonung says simply. "I would take care of you from now on."

"Oh?" you snap. "Yeah, you've been doing a great fucking job, given that I haven't seen you in a week."

Aonung frowns deeper, and you take another breath.

"Look Aonung, I can deal with you not wanting to be with a tawtute, I've done this shit before. But don't be acting like you have anything to do with me if you so clearly don't give a fuck."

At this, Aonung just furrows his brow. He's so big compared to you, even when he's seated, you're still the same height. Then, tentatively, one of his hands reaches towards you. You watch it, all large and teal and the size of your fucking head, before it moves to rest on your waist. You don't push it away.

Instead, you just look back up at him. To your annoyance, your anger is fading away. No no no. You should be angry with him. He can't get off this easily. He can't just touch your waist and blink his pretty eyes and make you melt into a gooey puddle.

"I did not mean to upset you paksalin," he says in a soft voice. "I meant what I said- that you're mine and I would take care of you."

"Then why didn't you come and see me?" you whisper. "I waited for you- and when I went looking, no one would tell me where you were."

"I have been on a hunt," Aonung says gently. "My father wanted me to do... something for Olo'eyktan, but that isn't important."

"It sounds important," you say, stepping back slightly, remembering again how this was literally the future leader of the clan.

"Not more than you," Aonung says firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards him.

It was a moment that would be so cliche if it was anyone else, that you're suddenly right between his seated legs and inches away. But this is Aonung, and you feel your last strands of annoyance and restraint snap as you meet his gaze.

"You look amazing," Aonung whispers, gaze trailing down to your bikini. "I've never seen you wear this."

"Yeah- well I was going to go swimming with Tsireya and I- wait-"

Aonung's hand is already sneaking up your top, the other moving to undo the button of your shorts, and you grip his shoulders for stability.

"Aonung," you breathe. "I'm trying to talk-"

"Let me make it up to you paksalin," he whispers, already shimmying your clothes away so you're just in your bikini now.

"This is a public place," you try to say. "Anyone can see-"

"I dismissed them," Aonung says carelessly. "They know better than to come back."

Before you can do anything else, his hand is in your bikini bottom. You squeeze your eyes shut in slight mortification of how wet you already are, breath shaky and your hands immediately jumping to steady yourself on his broad shoulders.

"I'm sorry yawne," he says quietly, lightly kissing your neck as he lightly traces over your clit.

"That's not fair," you grumble shakily. "Apologising when you're already in my fucking pants."

Aonung just grins and trails his lips further down your neck.

"I want to kiss you," you mutter to Aonung.

"You can't," he points out gently, lightly tracing over your clit. 

"Bedroom," you gasp, as you meet his gaze. "Come on, pretty boy."

You're practically being carried by Aonung as you burst into your house. 

Lo'ak and Spider are on the couch, staring in disbelief and entertainment as you crash through the door in Aonung's arm in nothing but your bikini.

"Be careful with her bro," is all Lo'ak says, him and Spider both grinning stupidly as you flip them off and go into your room.

Really, you've taken na'vi cocks before, but it feels like you're being stretched to infinity as Aonung bullys his way into you. You know he's being gentle as he can, asking if you're comfortable, if you're alright, but you're being stretched as you never had before.

The stretch is a delicious burn as Aonung rocks his hips deeper, until he's as far in as he's going to get, before he pulls out nearly to the tip.

When you turn to glare at him, he snaps his hips forward again and you have no choice but to cling onto him. His lips find his way on your neck, your nails digging into his broad back as he rolls his hips and thrusts deep into you. 

It's rougher this time, you both know you can take him, and you're both more than eager to push to the furthest possible limits. Neither of you mention Lo'ak or Spider, neither of you care enough about them to bother to quiet or slow down. Each thrust punches your breath out of you, and Aonung's practically hissing at the way you're hugging his cock. 

One large hand reaches up to grip the bedhead and push himself deeper in a way that makes you practically scream, the other pulling the strings of your bikini so you're bare under him. It, too, is tossed away, like the rest of your clothes that still lay abandoned on the training grounds floor.

He hisses as your tits are freed, bouncing with every thrust and pushed up against his chest as he thrusts deeper and deeper, his large hands coming up to grip them on the border of being too rough.

After a few experimental movements that have you nearly whimpering, he moves deep and quick, spitting curses and groans at the feeling of you around him and the sound of your shameless moans in his ears.

He's whispering nearly unintelligible things against your neck, words of worship, mutters of how tight you are, little praise of how well you're doing. He's moving at animalistic paces, and you're unravelling into a moaning, trembling mess under him, teeth sunk into his shoulder to try and quiet your sounds, because you sure as fuck can't hold them in.

"Fuck Aonung," you burst out, sinking your teeth into your hand to cover up your sounds. He impatiently pulls your hand away and crashes his lips onto yours.

This time feels more experimentative for you- last time was his first with a human. Now you get to explore, and when you run your tongue lightly over his fangs, he moans shamelessly into your mouth and buries himself deeper in you.

It's starting to get too much, the coil in your stomach growing too close too soon, and your moans are starting to border on lewd whines and whimpers as you sink your teeth into his soft warm lips.

"Aonung," you hiss, "I'm- I'm close."

"Go ahead then," he grins, before sinking his teeth lightly into your collar.

With that, you unravel, crying out and arching so you're pressed right up against him. Your vision blanks out as everything disappears for a moment, the only sound in the world being your cries and Aonung's groaned curses.

He fucks you through your high, wave upon wave of overwhelming pleasure cresting in white-hot disbelief. You can feel him twitch inside of you, and you moan at a particularly hard thrust. Each rock of his hips knocks every breath, every thought out of you until your heart is pounding in rhythm with each increasingly rough, deep, animalistic thrust of his cock rutting between your legs.

Na'vi have seemingly impossible sex drives, which you're only too happy to ride out with Aonung. With your hands gripping for dear life to your sheets and his braided hair, you just hope to Eywa you don't black out. You highly doubt the creases in your sheets will ever come out; if they were living, your desperate shaky hands would have strangled them in your attempts to stay still.

Then your hand slips, and you grip Aonung's kuru by accident. He gasps and looks straight at you.

The look in his eyes has you clenching around him, all dark and hungry and curious and desperate at the same time, pupils blown so wide the beautiful blue of his eyes was all but a thin ocean ring around large black orbs.

"Sorry," you breathe, trying not to melt at the sight of him.

"No, paksalin. You can touch, I am yours."

Again, he has you clenching around him. The pure sincerity of his words goes straight through you, and you tentatively slide your hand down the thick braid that covers his kuru. His movements slow slightly, thrusting deep and slow so he can pay attention to what you're doing.

Then the glowing pink tendrils reached out to your small hands and enclosed one of your thin fingers. 

You, clearly, are not na'vi. But you can feel the neural connection, the intimacy of the kuru, feeling almost as though Aonung himself is coursing through you. The gentle tendrils are warmly pulsing with a soft pinkish glow, matching your and Aonung's heartbeat. You gave an experimental flex of your fingers, and Aonung gasped, hips jerking deep into you, and you both groan.

"Fuck paksalin," he mutters, starting to move again.

As you experiment more with his kuru, trailing it over your fingers, legs and finally breasts, Aonung grows more and more desperate, rutting harder and deeper into you. You can hardly breathe, given that he's practically punching breath from you with each deep movement.

You yelp as he speeds up now, brutal and animalistic as the last tenterhooks of his strained restraint snaps and he buries himself deep inside you. He's hissing a million unintelligible words against your skin as he spills himself inside you, rocking his hips the whole time until, with an ominous creaking, something snaps and suddenly you're being tilted backwards and sliding down the mattress.

Aonung just broke your fucking bed.

"Fuck, sorry," he mumbles, looking mortified, but you can't contain a small laugh, taking his flushed face in your hands and lightly kissing all over his blushing cheeks.

So yeah, he kind of broke your room. And that wasn't the first thing that happened, as your various exploits with the Metkayina prince continued over the next few days.

Sometimes it was in the healing marui you worked in during the days. Aonung would come in, grumbling some bullshit about training too hard and sore muscles or whatever, and you'd find yourself lying on the floor, his large head nestled hungrily between your squishy thighs he loves so much.

Or maybe it would be at the training grounds, where, at the slightest sight of you, Aonung would dismiss all his warriors and have you on your knees on the soft sand, taking him as far as you can in your throat, his large hands gently holding back your hair and passing you your breathing mask every 50 fucking seconds.

It could just as often be at your house too, bouncing on his dick, arched to the sky on your clumsily repaired bed, or pinned back against your lumpy old mattress.

You learnt things, that he felt pressured a lot of the time, that he was comfortable around you. That he could be the sweetest man ever, but you quickly learnt about his jealousy and possessiveness of you when it came to other guys.

It's not like that ever bothered you that much, but you put on a good enough show of no, don't be so jealous, just so he'd be on his hands on knees worshipping and begging for forgiveness that you would have given regardless.

And then there was the moments after. It's not like the heat and desire ever died, no, but there were moments where you'd just sit nestled up against his much larger figure, talking endlessly with him.

And somehow, you always managed to end up naked. And somehow, your clothes that would always be hastily discarded never returned.

You were starting to suspect there was a reason to why your clothes kept going missing. Something linked to beautifully woven and beaded na'vi-style clothes Aonung had promised to make you, something linked to the massive Aonung-sized footprints in the dirt outside your house, something linked to the familiar amber-seasalt scent that lingered in your closet.

First, it was your largest clothing. That massive jumper was the first to go, and Spider had just laughed uproariously when you told him it was missing. Then it was the baggy pants. Then the long skirts and flowy t-shirts.

The more clothes started going missing, the more you started to suspect. When you opened your closet one day after returning from the healing marui, you realized just how much had started to "disappear".

All that was finally left was your cargo shorts and tank you were wearing. You scowled, wondering what on earth were your clothes being used for, and where had they been hidden, when a glittering caught the corner of you eye, and you gasped.

You hadn't missed Aonung's remarks over the past few days of how amazing you'd look in na'vi clothes, but Eywa, you would have never imagined your simple, pretty, dumb man to be able to pull off something so devious and beautiful and well... clever.

Gingerly, you reached out into your closet to pull out the most beautiful top you'd ever seen in your life.It was intricately woven with hands you knew only too well. And you trusted them too.

The next day, gazes followed you throughout the village; eyes practically popping out of their sockets at the sight of you in the na'vi clothes Aonung had made. Sure, the coverage of the top was minimal, but the weaving and beading hugged your curves tightly, and the larger breasts you possessed drew attention from everyone alike.

All your patients in the healing hut stared shamelessly, the girls gushing with compliments, the guys quiet, no doubt knowing the wrong move would end up with them back here again after Aonung beat the absolute living shit out of them.

When the day finally ended and Aonung came into the healing hut, he just stopped. And stared.

"Do you like it?" you asked nervously. "They're beautiful, Aonung."

"Paksalin," he whispers, dumping the irrelevant shit he had been carrying and striding over to you. "You look beautiful."

You beam at him.

"You kept your promise," you whisper, moving over to touch his face.

 

"Of course yawne," he smiles. "I could not disappoint my tunutu."

His.

You smile back, moving to pull your big stupid hunk into a gentle kiss. Eywa truly did bless you with him.

This is better than anything you could have dreamed of. Better than you had ever even hoped after you slept with him for the first time. Because you are absolutely each others. Now and forever.

My little desire.

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

Don't you think there's better ways of showing support for Palestinians/Israeli Christians than by perpetuating the "Jesus was Palestinian" myth that people constantly try and use to deny Jewish indigeneity. Allegory or not, it's not a great look for someone who purports to be against that kind of erasure and supercessionism. Also, having 1 line about how his death was the Empire's fault so don't blame the Jews is meaningless when in this allegory, the Empire (Israeli government) *is* Jewish

(anyone curious about what anon's referring to, I believe it's my poem here)

Hey there anon, thank you for your feedback. In this situation where various marginalized peoples are being pitted against each other (and/or conflated with political groups), I've been struggling to make sure my words don't add to the misinformation and harm. So whenever someone takes the time to remind me of that danger, I'll take the time to re-examine my words — even if I end up standing by them, as I mostly do in this case.

I can't promise to say and do all the perfect things, because there isn't time to waste getting my words just right before saying something — people are dying right now (and yes, anon, that includes those Israelis who are still hostages of Hamas, who are also endangered by Israel's continued attacks.)

I have been spending much of my free time these past few months learning more about Israel and Palestine, and I still don't feel I'm even close to knowing enough! But I've listened to those who are actually in the midst of the violence who say that all of us across the world must join their cry now, not letting our ignorance be an excuse. That means there have been a few things I've said that I then had to re-consider after learning more.

...

Just a few days ago, I was actually trying to look into the origins of the statement that "Jesus was a Palestinian Jew." (Btw if anyone knows the origins of this statement, please hit me up!)

Arguments against it note that the term "Palestinian" didn't exist in Jesus' day. Looking into the accuracy of that statement is still on my to-do list; I did skim over this article calling it a myth but yeah, still digging. Regardless, sure, I don't think Jesus called himself a Palestinian in his lifetime.

That doesn't necessarily mean that the statement is useless, however. I do very much believe that if Jesus were born today, in the same place, he'd be born to a Jewish Palestinian family, not an Israeli one.

That does not erase his Jewishness; it confirms God's "preferential option for the poor," God's choice to side with and become one with the most oppressed and discarded. It also does not assert that Jewish persons don't "belong" in the region — only that the modern nation/colony Israel isn't necessary for them to live and thrive there.

All that said, if anyone has more info on the statement that "Jesus was a Palestinian" — its origins, how it's been used over the years — I would absolutely like to examine it further. For now, I stand by the phrase, with an openness to re-considering that with further education.

...

I feel more confident in talking about Empire — how I used it in my poem, versus how you've interpreted it. I'm genuinely grateful to you for bringing your reading of it to my attention, because it's shown me that my words weren't clear enough there!

In these verses from my poem:

"...And now, as then, some may blame Jesus’s death on his own Jewish people — but resist this lie! Now as then the crime is Empire’s and those of us who would cast stones should ponder first what our nations gain from genocide. ..."

You interpret Empire as being Israel.

My intention was that Empire with a capital E is a much larger network of all imperial forces on earth. Israel is entangled in that, and directly backed and funded by those forces. My own country, the United States, is one of the nations at the helm of Empire.

So when I talk of Empire being to blame, I'm not saying just Israel — honestly, I'm personally more concerned with the US's complicity, because I feel as a US citizen I can help demand they stop.

So I'm going to rework that bit to better express what I mean by Empire, so it doesn't sound like I'm focusing only on Israel. Empire is so much bigger than any one state, colony, or government.

...

Okay, I'm out of steam. I'm going to link a few pieces that have been helping me frame all that's going on right now to resist pitting marginalized groups against each other:

This art piece naming "contradicting truths"

This article by Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg also naming seemingly contradictory truths

Since I didn't really get deep into this part of your ask, I also appreciate this article discussing the question of indigeneity. It discards the "need" to figure out "who was there first" in favor of exploring intersecting histories.

Oh also, because you claim that the Israeli government "is Jewish," I think discussions on how Israel isn't actually a safe haven for all Jews, only those that fit into their goals, are vital.

[crisiscutie]

People just don't get that redemption isn't for everyone

Yes people can do it but sometimes it's best to say it's irredeemable

Sephiroth has been through so many tragedies to the point,it feels like redemption is one big joke to him,cuz he already reached the point of no return

Personally I feel like the trope of "everything is forgivable" is overused or overlooked way too often,there are things in the world that can't forgive and sometimes punishment is better than forgiveness

In Sephiroth's case, I don't think forgiveness will change anything,rather it's impossible,no one who knows him is willing to forgive him,hence some may say he has no faults at all like Hojo cuz that guy is messed up AF

Take it like this: If a guy who commits an unforgivable crime and someone says he should be forgiven based only on the fact that he was abused or insane or he went through some traumatic shit etc,it would not only feel ridiculous, it's outright selfish

Should Sephiroth be forgiven for the Nibelheim Incident just bcuz it was a crime of passion or he was mentally unstable and should get off free of guilt? No,cuz he did something terrible to others and that should be accepted

I've seen too many cases of normalisation or glorification or defence of characters' faults and apparently "you're a bitch for pointing out others' faults" these days and "it's not nice to have criticisms"

I saw some deep toxic shit about normalised toxicity in fiction lately

I mean I love Seph,but god I'm heavily aware he's evil as hell

-🌹

Yup. Sephiroth's path is set in his mind. For what reason would he deviate from his path? He decided to continue the cycle of pain. And Cloud could've continued that cycle after him if it wasn't for Tifa.

I want to state this: I'm against Sephiroth being redeemed. One reason is that no character ever deserves redemption. Redemption is a complex, grueling process that involves self-reflection, remorse, and a genuine desire to change. It requires a willingness to confront your actions and the consequences you inflicted upon others. Sephiroth, so far, has done none of this. He felt justified in his actions. And the few times when he does acknowledge what he has done? He rubs it in Cloud's face, for goodness' sake. He did this in Advent Children, 7R and even the original FF7, especially during that one iconic scene that shall not be named. Sephiroth has displayed constant cruelty to Cloud, his party and the planet. What on earth justifies him deserving redemption? Because of his awful and traumatic past?

Let me say this: the events leading up to and following Sephiroth's birth and childhood were undeniably tragic, and he cannot be blamed for them in any way. However, as an adult with the ability to choose his own path, he made the decision to inflict harm upon others, especially those who had no involvement in his suffering. As I mentioned in another post, introducing a potential redemption arc for Sephiroth would actually undermine Cloud's own arc and diminish its impact. Sephiroth serves as a warning to Cloud, acting as his dark mirror and representing the dark side of what a "hero" could become.

I would also like to mention Aerith, who, like Cloud, serves as another mirror to Sephiroth and had a deeply traumatic past. However, instead of succumbing to darkness like Sephiroth, she remained kind and hopeful. Sephiroth's redemption may also conflict with her story and role as well.

To sum it up, Redemption would require Sephiroth to question his beliefs and recognize the pain and suffering he has caused. He's not going to do that. He believes himself to be in the right, and the pain he caused to be "justice" in his mind.

And as you mentioned, it's clear that forgiveness is out of the question for him now. Cloud and Tifa, in particular, hold a deep hatred towards him and are determined to put an end to him. Tifa's grudge with Sephiroth has been largely overlooked, both by the fandom and CANON (seriously, what were the writers thinking...). But let's not forget the sheer terror poor Tifa had in 7R when she saw Sephiroth in front of Jenova's pod.

Both she and Cloud had been scarred (literally and figuratively) by this man for the rest of their LIVES. They deserve every blow they can get on Sephiroth...

Anyways, rant over. Please stop trying to make Sephiroth "work". He was a sweet baby that became an evil bastard. Let's appreciate the good and bad of the Crisis Cutie!

[dragonwritersblog]

King Of My Heart

Funnybunny Week Day Five: Gods AU . Pomni, Goddess of Life. Jax, God of Death. Such polar opposites yet share the most precious bond that the universes have ever seen.

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Hey guys! Its day five and we have my fav prompt of the week, gods au! I'm so excited for you guys to see what I've gotten cooked up.

Also, there is a mention of child death but it is very, very brief but I don't want you guys to go into this without that information. As always, I will label (1) when it will start and (2) when it ends. If this is something that triggers you please feel free to skip this fic, your mental health matters.

Other than that, enjoy! <3

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa - King Of My Heart by Taylor Swift

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The best thing to compare the gods with was the wind. You may not see it, smell it, touch it, but they were always there to walk with you during your day. Some gods would even use the wind to get where they need to be, and if mortals were really lucky, they could sense if they were really by their side or not.

One in particular who loved to visit earth was Pomni, the goddess of life herself. She always adored seeing each soul she molded and breathed into the earth going about how they wanted to live their lives. She loved seeing their passions, their commitments, their dreams. Nothing else could fill her with pride than seeing her souls carry out the best and happiest lives they ever imagined.

But it didn’t mean that it hurt when the souls she created went into another direction, to go down a darker path that she couldn’t pull them away from. It pained her when the beings that she put onto the earth became the worst things she could ever imagine. 

She knew she shouldn’t blame herself, after all she was only responsible for creating life, not to control it, those souls' actions were their own and never her fault. But it didn’t mean that she never felt guilt for creating those souls in the first place, even if she couldn’t see the outcome of their actions. 

But there was one other god that steered her away from her self-blame, one that made it his mission to make sure she knew that it was never her fault. One that was the bane of her immortal existence, but somehow made it all the more better by being in it. One that went by the name of-

“Jax,” Pomni felt herself grinning as the other god walked up next to her, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Only your presence my dear,” The rabbitoid god bowed. 

Jax, the god of death. He was spawned into creation around the same time of Pomni, meaning he knew her the longest than any of the other gods within the heavens. He was her best friend, and her soulmate (even if the two didn’t acknowledge it after many millennia). If Pomni was responsible for gifting life, Jax was the one who guided them to the next plane of existence.

It wasn’t a dark job as most mortals believed. Yes he had to deal with the most atrocious souls and take them where they would be served the justice for the people they hurt (he always made sure to give them a taste of their own medicine for making Pomni so sad), but that didn’t mean he hadn’t met some of the kindest, thought-provoking mortals that he had the honor of guiding to the heavens.   

“Although, I am curious as to what brought you to the mortal realm this fine day my lady,” He peered down at her, a mischievous smirk on his face.

The goddess rolled her eyes at her partner, “Just observing one of my most recent creations. Her parents are taking her to her first day of elementary school, they’ve been so excited for her. It’s the sweetest thing.”

Jax turned to where she was looking, a little girl with red hair wrapped in pigtails, swaying back and forth on her feet as her parents walked with her to the front gates of the school.

“Those two were my most favorite creations,” Pomni exhaled happily, “I gotta watch them grow into the people they are today and watch them fall in love. And now they have a child of their own!”

“It really is something,” Jax mused. No matter how many times she had done this before, Pomni treated every single soul that she formed as if it were the first, it had been that way since the beginning of time. “But they are not the only ones who have experienced falling in love.” His tone held a hint of cheek.

Pomni turned round, raising a brow as she matched the cocky smirk on his face. She knew exactly where this conversation was going, “Oh?”

“I mean, judging by those two, they’ve got the whole opposites attract thing going on between them,” he observed, “Sounds a little bit like you and me.”

“Is that so?” Pomni crossed her arms as Jax continued with his little speech.

“Think about it, everything in life needs opposites in order to form the perfect balance,” he told her. “Fire and water, winter and summer, Yin and Yang…life and death?”

“And what exactly are you insinuating oh so terrifying god of death?” she teased, leaning in close to him.

“All I’m saying is the universe is giving us a lot of hints,” he replied, “You and me, the perfect opposites. We’re meant to be my dear, so how about you let me treat you right with a nice candlelit dinner under the stars tonight where we can declare how badly in love we are with one another.”

“Tempting, but I’ll have to make a rain check with that,” she said, “I have another soul to create later today, I want to keep my focus on that.”

“Always as focused as ever,” Jax let out a longing, dramatic sigh as he leaned in closer to her, “But that’s what I love about you Pomni.”

“Keep the sappiness to yourself mister,” she giggled, pressing a to the center of his face and pushed him back lightly.

Jax joined in on his goddess’ chortles with his own carefree laugh. Pomni was the walking manifestation of literally breathing new life into him. Just the smallest smile from her made his heart lit up like the millions of stars placed onto the dark sky each night. No, she was the star of his night sky.

His laughter was cut short when he felt a shift in the atmosphere, an invisible string suddenly cut. From the way he could sense it, the string had been remarkably short. 

Pomni ceased in her laughter from the sudden change of Jax’s mood. She placed a hand on his arm, she had seen that look after centuries of being his friend and understood it well. “Jax?”

He smiled softly, resting his hand on top of hers, “Don’t worry about me Pomni. Wait for me in the skies above and tell me about the rest of your day when I get back. Duty calls.”

She nodded, her eyes watering. Another mortal’s life had ended today. Jax gently shushed her, wiping the tears from her eyes, “Don’t worry my dear. I have a feeling this soul will be going to a good place, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay,” she sniffed, “Just, take care of yourself too.”

Jax looked at her with awe. Even when she cared about the wellbeing of another soul, Jax was also her main priority. “I will,” he promised, “I will.”

He lifted her hand, gently pressing a kiss on her palm, before letting it go. Before Pomni could say another word, he was gone.

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The heavens were always an interesting place. Many mortals had pondered what it would look like, moreso imagining it to look like the traditional tale of a city of clouds and angels playing harps. 

While it wasn’t like that per say, but it was a place of peace for the new coming souls to rest. Each paradise for both the mortals and the gods was constructed by the universe to create each individual wonderland for them all to live in.

Pomni’s paradise consisted of a beautiful forest, flora and fauna, enchanting waterfalls and a little cozy home within the cave of a mossy cliff. It had everything she needed, a fireplace built within the stone, a pantry filled with all the fruits, bread and meat to last her lifetimes, a large dent in the middle of the ground, with mattress, pillows and blankets replacing the rocky structure to make up the most comfortable bed, and a canvas set up for her to paint something new each day right by the open entrance of the cave.

Right now, the goddess was waiting in her little nest, already setting up the blankets for her and Jax. It was something she did every time he had a pick-up. He told her he was used to it by now, but the tired look in his eyes every time he came to her entrance said otherwise.

Once she had finished preparing a plate of his favorite fruits and chocolates, a flourish of wind sent a chill up her spine. She didn’t even need to ask who it was when a chin rested on her shoulder and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. “Tough pick-up?” she asked the familiar presence.

(1)

Jax hummed in agreement, “It was a kid, a year younger than the one you were observing earlier. He liked to draw with his older sister, play with his dog in the garden, and make fairy cakes with his mom. When I went to see him, he was in so much pain, nothing like his playful self when he was laying in that hospital bed. The moment I picked his soul up in my arms, he was right back to his normal self. I promised him that he would be going somewhere where he would never hurt again, but I know that his family just lost a precious part of them.”

(2)

She shifted in his arms to face him, “Come here.” She pulled him down to lay on the mattress, pulling a blanket over them. She let out a surprised yelp when he pulled her face into his chest, running his fingers through her hair as his other arm held her tight. She melted into the embrace, today’s pick-up must have taken a lot out of him.

“Thanks Pomni, I…I needed this,” he spoke carefully. “Being the god of death, it's important that I’m strong enough for the souls I carry to the other realms. Whether they’re scared of what’s next, or terrible people who want to put up a fight, even kids…the front I have to put up is a tough one. But not an easy one. You…you make it easy. You make everything easy.”

“And you do too. For me,” Pomni told him, “Every time when one of my souls turns to a life of hurting others and destroying this earth, you always make sure that I don’t feel responsible for their choices. It's really hard not to, it is my job after all. But you take some of that weight off my shoulders.” She peered up at him, “You’re special to me too.”

Jax exhaled strongly, pulling her tight against him again, “You’re so, so, so special my little goddess. More than you could ever believe. I wasn’t lying about how madly in love with you I am.”

Pomni had never been more glad than she was right now that her face was buried in his chest, hiding the blush staining her pale cheeks “W-well, since we’re free now, maybe we could do that candlelit dinner under the stars?”

Jax looked down at Pomni, who was staring up at him with her wide, multi-coloured eyes anxiously. “Yeah, I think we can do that,” he grinned.

“Don’t let that inflate your ego, mister,” she pouted.

“Too late little goddess,” He rested his chin on her head, “Too late.”

She sighed with exasperation, shaking her head fondly. 

The goddess of life and the god of death.

Who could have ever expected it? Maybe opposites do attract after all.

[almechik]

Tangled Webs #1

Quinn was lost. Again. It wasn't her fault the building's plans chose form over substance, leading to an utterly confusing layout…one that wasn't close to consistent between departments. From flowery tunnels of the Nature department, through the non-euclidean staircases in Arcane, past the shrines and temple chambers of the Divine and finally arriving in the mirrors of Eclectic, reaching class as a freshman was an adventure in of itself.

She finally found her locker at last. After the brief session of bargaining with the lock, her books were free to fall into her hands, followed by something heavy and…purring? "Jade? You know i can't take you to class," Her familiar seemed quite intent to disregard her words, his feline, glimmering green eyes not even looking at her The cat has chosen to follow its own path, jumping into the sea of her black curls. After it took its time burrowing through her mane, the two emeralds would pop out over her shoulder, followed by a soft meow. "Okay, fine…why do you sit in my hair anyway, you can hide in shadows!" The cat's goals were beyond her understanding, mortals being such simple minded creatures compared to the grandeur of a feline.

Having sufficiently…worked towards a mutual understanding with Jade, Quinn closed her locker, briefly promising to sacrifice a pastry to the lock next time. As she turned around and started to walk with her pile of books, she encountered a wall. Wait, do walls say ‘ouch’? "Oh my gods I am so sorry," Poking her head past the books, she spotted the ‘wall’; an ashen grey crow girl, currently down on her butt and rubbing her break with the soft feathers of her beak. Her books immediately ended on the ground, sacrificed in favour of helping the girl up "I have…maybe just too many books. Sorry!" Usually she walked into actual walls, this was…less than convenient "Oh uhm right, I'm Quinn," As good of a time for an introduction as any, she thought.

Opening her eyes and fixing her glasses, the crow would look up at Quinn, accepting her hand. Off the ground now, patting her pants to get the dust off "It's okay…I should look where I walk more, honestly. I'm Adalynn," She rubbed her beak a bit more. It didn't appear to be broken, but the tough covers of Quinn's books seemed to put a small scratch on it, causing irritation…Quinn sure had introductions that went much worse than this…but on average, they did go better. "My pleasure" A soft, berry blush appeared on Quinn's dark skin," Are you hurt? Oh no, did I hurt your beak?" Before Adalynn could even respond, Quinn was already digging through her bag. Where was it…ah! She pulled out a little piece of gauze covered in something…sticky," I've been, uhm, practicing. It's a sticky plaster! It should make you feel better? " She believed that her forwardness and good nature would save her from the awkward situation…her beliefs were unfounded, sadly. "O-oh…It looks a little…weird? But I can see you're sorry…okay," Adalynn allowed the witch to apply the plaster, its white material sticking out like a sore thumb on her black beak. It did help, alleviating the irritation," Feels a little cold, how long should I keep it on?" She fixed her glasses again, smiling a little at Quinn. "Oh just about…uh…I forgot," She followed the recipe step by step, it worked, no one could blame her for not reading the footnotes. "I'll…keep it for the day then. Are you new here?” "First week, actually! " Quinn appeared…excited. One could almost see a little spark in her amber eyes. "Have you been here long?” "Just started the second year here, Eclectic Runecraft. What about you?" Adalynn tilted her head a little, trying to analyse Quinn ahead of her answer, "Eclectic Alchemy I'm guessing? Unless you got lost on your way to Nature. "Well…" Quinn looked away, appearing a little embarrassed, "Eclectic, yes, but…a little bit of everything, really. I'm a witch you see…say hi Jade!" The feline seemed unbothered by the request…though two green embers showed themselves through Quinn's hair, just for a moment, "He's my familiar, he's a little shy. We bonded because, well…He's curious about everything and so am I. I couldn't have chosen just one field to study!" As indicated by the pile of books on the ground, reaching her waist in its height. "Interesting! Don't meet many witches around here…you're not exactly known for engaging with structured education, what's your reason?" Adalynn's eyes and tone remained inquisitive. There was something interesting about Quinn, and she intended to understand it. "Well…" Truth is always best, even if it's silly, "I was curious about it? It's really cool so far…just confusing, can't find anything here.” "Ah, I see…well, what's your next class? I could help you find it?” "Oh, thank you so much! It's…uhm…" She forgot, completely, the unexpected meeting with the crow threw her off, "It's surely Ingredients and Gathering…or maybe Light Spells 101…actually, it could be Spirit Communing…” "You should have your itinerary scroll, right?" Adalynn asked, laughing softly at the girl and scratching the back of her head with her wing. Quinn seemed to have her head stuck in the clouds. "Oh yeah it should be around some-” The sea of curls spat out a scroll, green embers showing only for a moment, watching. Quinn bent over to pick it up, unrolling it and looking at her pocket watch, "Thanks, Jade. Okay, so it looks like right now I am…late for Introduction to Mirror Communication. Room 47…B?" The writing wasn't exactly easy to decipher, and for once it wasn't Quinn's fault, as the scrolls are written by the Department "Oh no, that's not a B, that's Beta," The crow leaned over to read from the scroll too. It appeared completely packed, with little to no free periods, "Good thing I caught that, you would end up on the opposite side.”

An awkward smile showed upon Quinn's face. Right, of course they wouldn't just use one alphabet, that would be too simple for the eclectics, whose leading philosophy in design appears to be "I'll worry about it later" "You're a lifesaver, good thing I ran into you, "Certainly the crow's beak didn't appreciate it as much as Quinn did, "I mean, uh, sorry again” "It's okay, I know what you mean. Are you planning on actually making it to the class? I can take you there," Adalynn offered to rescue the clutz from the clutches of mirrors and umbral portals spanning the Eclectic Department. Quinn's cheeks turned berry again, for but a moment, before she nodded, picking up her stack of books "I'd really appreciate it…especially since I could use another pair of eyes. Jade finds my stumbling too amusing to help," Soft meow emerged from her hair. It was just a meow, yet it felt like a mocking laugh, "See?” "Well you would have an easier time if you didn't carry your entire locker," Adalynn laughed softly, taking off books from the stack one by one until just one remained," Mirrors 101, that's the only book you need right now.” "It's not like I want to carry all of them…my lock is extorting me," She looked slightly to the side. Noone else seemed to have any problems with their lockers, even other freshmen. She must have had bad luck, courtesy of the black cat walking circles around her on a daily basis. "Is it now? Let me have a look," The crow approached Quinn's lock, whose maw stuck out its tongue, awaiting the promised pastry. She pulled out her katharite ink and quill, redrawing the lock's symbols, "Alright, that should do it. The sigils seem to have been a little damaged, so the lock became erratic. Try now?” Quinn didn't want to trust the lock, it bit her once already. she would nonetheless place faith in Adalynn's talents, reaching out. The maw opened smoothly and without arguments, granting her access to her locker fully

"Oh, thank you so much! That's so cool you can do that!" Quinn spent the entire week dealing with her lock already. Of course, logic said to talk to the janitor, or the department staff about it, but she already struggled to make it to class. She didn't dare to explore further. She would quickly stuff the redundant books back into the locker. It felt nice to know the books won't be gaining new chewing marks. "Okay Jade, hop in there," The lack of movement or sound gave a clear answer. ‘No’, said the feline, "Fine, but don't get me thrown out of class again.” "Ahem," Adalynn interrupted the pair," We've really got to go if you wish to make it to that class," Someone more focused than Quinn would have realised that packing her schedule that densely was a mistake. The witch quickly closed her locker and grabbed her bag, nodding at her new colleague "Right, lead the way.”

Having a lead put Quinn's mind at rest, though it didn't make the journey through the department any easier, or less…unnerving. Passing through a mirror, jumping down an umbral portal to reappear in the canopies of withering trees and finally passing through the bridge made out of music, they reached a small building, looking like a greenhouse made out of mirrors and crystals, 47 Beta written upon its door "I guess this is it, huh?" Quinn nervously scratched the back of her head, staring at the door. She made it, without any problems along the way. She better not get used to this feeling. "Yeah. I saw that your next class is in 11C, we passed it earlier, so you'll be fine," The crow reassured her, lightly scratching her beak as she did," If you don't then, well, I'm sure you'll run into someone else eventually," Green embers stared down the girl. It was his job to laugh at Quinn. Such insolence will be met with vengeance, in time "T-thanks," Quinn laughed lightly, "Well, see you later Adalynn.” "Oh, friends call me Ada," She smiled, fixing her glasses and turning around. "Right, see you soon Ada!" Quinn waved her off, turning towards the door, reaching for the knob. A sudden cacophony of chimes began to echo through the entire department, as people started to flood out of the classrooms. "I knew this went too well," She let out a heavy, frustrated sigh, pulling out her scroll, "Oh well, I'll just catch the next one. Hey, it's Ingredients and Gathering...now where the hells was 11C?”

[unwraigddig]

It’s been a while since I initially posted. Today I’m angry about well, the system I guess. Mostly the complete and utter lack of support in my country, and ultimately the vicious circle of it.

I have not not had a job since I left school. For those who’s argument is you can’t blame our system etc when America etc doesn’t even have one and women have to pay tens of thousands just to have a bloody baby, never mind if they need treatment because of something that wasn’t even their fault.

But there are people in this country who have not worked a day in their lives, have not contributed to the funds in which the government give to them, much less contributed anything at all to society/the community (with the exception of the absolute clowns who end up doing community service, although I’m not sure a punishment can be accepted as a legitimate contribution).

So why, despite having contributed to this system for over 10 years, is it now failing me when I need it the most? I have so many mental health issues, most of which stem from PTSD. Need therapy for that, especially since CBT doesn’t work for me (too rational, my mind knows I’m okay but my body does not). Tried to get therapy with my company health insurance when I was actually employed (can’t really say working since I spent the last 6 months of my job on and off sick leave), even private, you can’t get a therapist (even online) in Great Britain, never mind Wales, for at least 3/4 months, depending on what you need specifically. So with that in mind, just imagine how absolutely ridiculous the wait is on the mental health system. The main system that my GP uses for therapy and CBT is a local charity known as Mind. You pay £10 a session, £25 if you’re employed, to be treated by a student counsellor… right so why do I pay for the NHS then? Because as a charity, yes they are very helpful with treatment etc in an already overloaded system, but they cannot provide the time that the GP’s and official bodies can to help people get the full help they need. It’s a vicious cycle.

I have anxiety due to being a victim of domestic abuse, and if you’re asking physical, mental etc, the answer is all of them. I had all of the abuses for 6 months of my life, and it left me completely and utterly broken. Although I’m not sure if I feel more broken because it happened, or because of the way my life changed after it happened. My abuser, by the way, is quite happily living his best life on full benefits, although he is working full time cash in hand. Bills paid, flat paid for, grants galore… hold on, wasn’t he the one who did something wrong though?

So, anxiety because of domestic abuse. Not a something I did to myself, or caused myself. I had harm inflicted on me by another person who I was supposed to be able to trust unconditionally. I now suffer with several different mental health issues due to this, and in turn suffer with very physical issues caused by this. PIP decides I can do all the things that they asked me if I could do. I never said I couldn’t do them to be fair, that’s not the issue, the issue is I need constant nagging, prompting among other things because I just won’t do them, or I’ll forget. Sometimes I’m too anxious to move let alone go to the kitchen and make myself food. God knows how many pizzas I’ve burnt to a crisp because I’ve forgotten about them in a state of unpredicted anxiety.

So, ended up having to quit my job due to this, because despite all the crap these big companies spout about mental health and caring and supporting you as an employee, its actually bullshit and a tick box exercise they are required to do by law. They very much will kick you out the door as fast as they can, because they don’t want to help, they don’t know enough to want to help either. Brutal.

So yeah, quit my job after 6 months due to the ongoing anxiety, and after having multiple people who were supposed to help me fail me. If I’d had got the help I needed when I needed it, I would not be in the situation I am in now, as I’d have probably got better 10 x faster and not got myself into masses of debt due to substitutive satisfactions.

Can’t get PIP, apparently even though they ask if you need prompting etc, it doesn’t really matter if you can physically do it. So whoopsie if I forget to eat for 3 days because my mind isn’t healthy enough to make me a meal, but my body is.

UC? Ah yes, but probably about to have the fight of my life over that because I’ve applied for full time education (Social Sciences, funny that. So I can help people like me, when they need it, and hopefully they won’t end up like me then.) to get into a job to help a system that failed me so it does not fail others so drastically, because even though UC themselves has declared me unfit for work… PIP hasn’t and neither has anyone else, so I can’t really be that ill. Or, perhaps it is because I am ill that I also cannot fight for things I’m entitled to, because even though the government says you can have them, they don’t want to give it to you. Easier to get a politician to cut off an arm I reckon, or get blood out of a stone, whichever tickles your fancy.

But yes, back to education because my life has been ruined by someone who undeservedly gets all the help under the sun. It’s the fact he has priors, had only come off probation like a month before I put in my case, had already literally JUST been through all the court mandated therapies… but he still gets let off with probation, community service, and yet again, the same court mandated therapies that have already clearly not worked.

Trying to get back into education because I essentially need to restart my life, because I feel everything in my old life he touched has been ruined with unpleasant memories. I’m not sitting here on my ass feeling sorry for myself, I have tried allllllll the self help techniques under the sun. Partially, I think I was too far gone before they were taught to me. So I’m also partially going into education to help myself, and then help others. Let me tell you now, there are not very many people in this world whom I’d wish what has happened to my life in the last 18 months upon. The only godsend is my current boyfriend (soulmate to be honest, that’s another story and I’m not bigging it up either. When you know you know, if you don’t and you’re unhappy, get rid.), and having moved in with my best friend into a 2 bed house. But, my worsening financial situation is causing issues there also, partially because my bestie had a really rough start into her adult life, had to drop out of uni to prioritise family, and is now in a position to educate herself into a career that she put on hold to help someone else. She also won’t get help, despite only working 3 days a week, and quite literally being turfed out on her ass at age 18ish because her mother passed away and she wasn’t entitled to any housing benefits, UC wasn’t a thing then, and she was working so couldn’t claim JSA. Literally turfed out on the street 2 weeks after her mum died because she was young and working, and the young and working don’t have problems like the middle aged and working. We absolutely do not pay the exact same costs as a 35yo living in the same situation as us, but that’s mostly because the 35yo would have all the help in the world, but the 21-35yo doesn’t need it according to the government. Instead we’re forced into poverty because of the politician’s ludicrous decision and ideals, (that absolutely has not been made due to their own life experiences let me tell you!), that we somehow, even as younger adults with potentially lesser life experience, let alone lesser time to get our shit together, are underserving of assistance, and only deserve half of which a 35yo would get in the same situation. A 35yo living in a house share would have the full rent paid, however a 21-35yo in a house share gets the local housing shared accommodation rate (which for me is 280, my half of the rent is 412.50). The only difference between the two situations is literally age. Why, because we are younger, are we any less deserving of help? I’ve contributed more to the government through working than half of the 35yo’s in my area. Most of them in my area on benefits at that age are generally alcoholics, druggies or people who made extremely poor decisions in their twenties… Vicious cycle at work again. Instead of helping those in their twenties who are asking for it, we instead punish them by telling them they’re undeserving, or only half deserving. We don’t give them the help they need, so they then become one of the 35yo’s I’ve described, making poor decisions in their twenties out of desperation.

The very system that is there to help us, is also the one that puts us in the position of needing help.

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Mack and Lucy Meet for Coffee but Mack ends up Heartbroken.

Mackron Fanfic.

Mack made his way to M&S to meet Lucy.

"You came" said Lucy.

"Did you think I wouldn't?"asked Mack

"I didn't know what to think" Lucy replied "And you've brought Isla"

"Would you like to hold her" Mack asked.

"Oh yes please" said Lucy

Mack handed Isla to Lucy who was feeling nervous. "She's so beautiful" said Lucy bursting into tears.

"Don't cry Lucy" said Mack

"I have no feelings for her Mack" Lucy sobbed "I've neglected my own child Mack. I must be the worst mother on earth" said Lucy who was crying uncontrollably now.

"Lucy in time you will grow to love her" said Mack who was struggling to keep his tears back.

"Are you two ok?" asked the waitress bringing their coffees over.

"Yes" said Lucy "I've just realised how much I've missed my baby"

"I heard you were ill" said the waitress "It's so nice to see you both back together. We've all missed you"

"Should we go to the park over the road?" Mack asked after they'd finished their coffee.

Lucy nodded.

"She's a bit young for the swings" Mack joked "But I thought we could talk"

"What about?" Lucy asked drying her eyes.

"Aaron and I would like you to come to our blessing" said Mack "But if its too much just say"

"I'd love to come Mack" said Lucy

"I love you with all my heart Lucy and I'm going to get you through this" said Mack.

"Oh Mackenzie I thought you hated me for being a terrible mum to our baby" said Lucy

"Never" said Mack putting his arms round Lucy for a kiss "Didn't I prove that when I spent the day in bed with you?"

"You did and I never stopped loving you Mack and I feel so bad about Isla"

"You were ill Lucy and I completely took over and I didn't give you time to bond. I blame myself" said Mack.

"You've been a brilliant daddy to our little girl Mack" said Lucy "Don't blame yourself"

"It will mean so much to me if you came to our blessing" said Mack.

"But how will Aaron feel?" asked Lucy

"He's all for it" said Mack

"It's been wonderful today Mack" said Lucy "I really enjoyed spending time with you and Isla"

"We'll do it again" said Mack "In the meantime I'll tell Aaron youre coming to the blessing"

"How did it go" asked Aaron as Mack arrived back and put Isla in her crib.

"Aaron" said Mack who broke down "She cried and cried. God knows how I kept it together" he sobbed.

"Get it all out Mack" said Aaron who started to get upset at seeing Mack so heartbroken.

"It's all my fault" said Mack.

"No Mack you are a brilliant dad and it wasn't your fault that Lucy got ill" said Aaron. "Everything was taken out of context in her head because of her illness but I'm sure she'll get back to herself soon. Just you wait and see"

"She said she never stopped loving me Aaron" said Mack "I feel so guilty"

"Did you ask her about the blessing" said Aaron.

"Mack nodded "She said if it's OK with you"

"I hope you told her it was" said Aaron.

I did Aaron" said Mack "We've got to help her love her baby again Aaron. It killed me when she said she had no feelings for Isla"

"We absolutely will help her Mack" said Aaron "It's going to take a lot of patience. Can you handle it Mack?"

"With you by my side I can" said Mack giving Aaron a hug.

31.3.23.

[wilfywarfy]

Hold Me (Eric Derekson drabble)

Summary: Eric just wants someone to care about him for once. Turns out, there's plenty of people that are willing to lend a hand

WARNINGS: Derek Derekson (This bitch deserves his own warning), crying (Mostly from Eric), anxiety, hurt/comfort, Eric Derekson blames himself for his father's hurtful shit

I made this just because I wanted Eric to have some happiness in his life, and I figured the egos could provide

"I-I swear I'm trying my best!" Eric said as his father started to berate him for the millionth time. It was a stressful day, considering that Mark needed merch adverts by the end of the week. They couldn't afford to mess up. Though to Derek, that was all that Eric was doing.

"Oh, you always say that same crap! You realize we got a whole warehouse full of products to sell, right? And my name is plastered all over it! If this shit doesn't sell out, who do you think is gonna get blamed for it? Me! Even though it's you who keeps messing up our damn advertisements! So shut your damn mouth and get on it!" Derek said coldly, using that tone of voice that made Eric have nightmares. It was the tone that flashed red every time he heard it.

"Yes- Sir yes sir!" Eric said, trying to pull himself together once more. No matter how many times he did it, he'd never get used to being in front of the camera.

He heard his father sigh. "Just roll the damn music."

The generic sales music started up, and his father stared daggers into his soul.

"I'm Eric Derekson, here with Eric Der- No, Der- Derek Dereksons Charity Warehouse!"

-

When Eric got back to the manor, it took all his power to not burst into tears as soon as the doors shut behind him. Another God awful day, as always. The only usable takes they'd gotten were ones of his father, though they even had to edit those down due to his habit of repeating motions.

What was worse was that he'd have to go in for the next 3 days to try and film his portion again. If they didn't have Eric, Mark would get suspicious. And if there's one thing about Derek Derekson, it's that he doesn't like people on his trail.

"The Host on his way to the front door sees that Eric has returned home, and greets him warmly."

Eric flinched, snapping out of his own thoughts, seeing that he was no longer alone. Host had managed to stand in front of him while he was spacing out.

"O-Oh, sorry. I'll get out of your way. Sorry... yeah."

"The Host tells Eric that he has nothing to be sorry for." The blind man says with a slight smile on his face.

"Well, I, uh... I guess I'll get going now." Eric said as he tried to hide away from the conversation.

"The Host stops Eric before he leaves, asking him why he sounds so anxious. The Host wonders how Eric is doing after his day at work."

Eric knew that there was barely any use trying to hide anything from Host. Chances are, he'd already known and just wanted to hear it from the source.

"Uhm, well... you know. I know that you know. I know that you know that I know." Eric fidgeted with his comfort towel, twisting it around his fingers.

"The Host supposes that he does. Though he doesn't quite like how Eric decided to go back tomorrow, seeing how miserable he is around his father."

"It's not his fault... i-its been a rough few days." Eric excused his dad for what wasn't the first time.

The Host sighed. "The Host doesn't like how Eric would rather bring himself pain than relieve himself off it." That was the thing about Host. He could see right through you, no matter what you said.

"I'm alright. I'm okay, Host." Eric lied, not even convincing himself.

The two sat in silence for a moment, the air becoming a bit too thick.

After another too quiet moment, Host decided to make his next move.

"The Host decides to cancel his afternoon walk to instead help Eric."

"W-What? N-No, Host, you don't need to do that for me!" Eric said in a panic. He'd already felt like a burden, he didn't need anyone chaging their plans for him just because he couldn't suck it up.

"The Host insists, and The Host doesn't mind." Host said sincerely, offering a hand for Eric to grab.

"I... I can't... I don't- hmph." Eric didn't want to finish the rest of the sentence in case Host would be angry with him.

The bandages on the man's face started to seep with blood. "Eric. Please."

It was the end of a discussion if Host ever used first person. He didn't want to get into an argument. He was pretty sure he'd crumble if he did.

Eric gently took ahold of the other's hand, letting the other lead him deeper into the Ego Manor.

-

The living room was packed, as always.

Google and Bim were cuddled up on the couch, the robot looking at one of his many floating screens while he teased the game show hosts hair. Yancy and Illinois were next to them, the convict ranting about the latest musical he'd watched while the adventurer listened in awe. The Jim's were on either side of Captian Magnum, RJ asking about his life at sea while CJ kept the camera rolling on their interview. Yan, King, and Bing had somehow dragged Doc into their video game challenges.

Eric felt out of place. Everyone was happy, smiling. All Eric could do was fake it.

"The Host has found Eric, and brought him to the rest of the egos." Host announced, making everyone look at the duo.

"Eric!" King said with a smile on his face, which had been stained blue from Wilfords cupcakes.

He smiled back, hoping that it didn't look as fake as it felt. "H-Hey."

"We've been waiting for you to come back all day! We had to shove the Jim's off your cupcakes! Where have you been?" King stood up and went over to Eric, pulling him into a hug.

As he stood in King' hug, Eric heard a variety of "Where've you been?" or "How are you?"

It all hit Eric like a bus. He wasn't sure what snapped inside of him, but the tears that were in his eyes earlier started to fall.

When the others realized what was going on, the room was then echoing words of concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you okay?"

"Eric, what happened?"

As King pulled away from the hug and saw the tears falling down Eric's face, the first thing he did was wipe them away. "What happeneD? Did I squeeze too tight? Did I make you uncomfortable?"

The tears only got worse when Eric took in that King was concerned about him, that he thought he could ever hurt him. "N-No, King. I-I'm fine."

"Hmm. Was it one of those days?" The other asked.

"I-It was my fault anyways."

"Hey, no. That bastard is being a dick to youse all over again!" Yancy said, hearing Eric blame himself. He, along with most of the other egos, hated the way that Derek treated his son. Though with Yancy, his anger was multiplied ten-fold considering that he'd killed his own parents for being dicks to him.

"It was a stre-stressful day today. I kept messing up. H-He was right to be mad a-at me. I'm no Merrick."

"Eric, no. No, don't let him do that to you." King saw the look of pain in Eric's eyes when he mentioned his brothers name.

"Eric, c'mere." Yancy gestured over to him, beckoning Eric along with two fingers in the 'coke along' motion.

He went over to the ex-con, standing in front of him until Yancy stood up, letting Eric sit in his place. Illinois put his hand on his back, tubbing circles into it.

"Aight, I want youse to look me in the eyes. Can youse do that for me?" Yancy asked as he crouched down to Eric's level.

Eric looked at Yancy, the others gaze being almost too much for him. He did it anyways.

"There youse go. Listen, Eric, I get it. Youse a familiar type. Youse want ta keep the last blood youse got on ya. But youse got to realize that sometimes, letting go is the best you can do for youse. Not your dad, or us, or anyone else. Youse."

The ex-con watched Eric take in his words, tears still streaming down his face. He saw a lot of himself in Eric. Two guys that were sealed shitty hands. The only difference was that Eric was stuck, and he didn't know how to get out.

"I... I can't just leave him behind." Eric tried to excuse. His father had always warned him about what would happen if he tried to leave him behind. That he'd never make it a day without him. That he needed him.

"I know it's hard. Happened to me toos, with my parents. But sometimes, youse gotta let go to let youseself be happy."

The longer Eric thought about it, the more he tried to find any way to rationalize his father's behavior. But he just couldnt. Yancy was right.

As if he could hear the argument going on in Eric's brain, the former prisoner wrapped his arms around Eric, holding him in a hug. And all the action in his brain ceased.

He landed on one answer. Yancy was right.

He had to leave. For once, he'd do something for himself. For his own happiness.

Eric slowly returned the hug, the tears coming back stronger and harder. Yancy felt his shirt being soaked by tears, though he didn't mind.

"There youse go, kid. Let it all out." He said as he pat Erics back.

"T-Thank you." Eric sobbed into his shoulder.

It wasn't long before Eric felt more people surrounding him. The egos all gathered up around him and Yancy, capturing Eric in a group hug.

Eric smiled.

Maybe he'd be okay. He's got a new family to rely on.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Not so Innocent desires

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning : This is so filthy dear lord, explicit sexual content, Sub!fem reader, spanking, oral, innocence kink and I think that’s it

Just good ol fashioned smut

Summary : Turns out you Remus and Sirius want to treat you a certain way, it takes some special kind of convincing from your end though.

Word count : 3164

The lovely @fionanovasleftnut had a wonderful idea that I couldn’t resist writing about. I’m not sure with how this one turned out but I hope I did the idea justice. xXx

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Being a family friend of the Weasleys had its perks. You always had someone to stick up for you, always had someone who could make you laugh, and you always had a home with them, wherever that may be. You had moved out on your own as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, but it seemed that wasn’t the way to start your life as a young adult. The wizarding world was at war and Molly Weasley was insistent that one of her adopted daughters should not be defenseless living alone. 

You had tried to reassure her that you would be fine, you even approached your most likely allies.

“Fred, George please tell her I’ll be fine. You understand right?” They only chuckled at your cute pout and brushed your concerns aside.

So no. No one was willing to risk the parting of their lovely Y/N.

You were too kindhearted, too sweet, too pure. A ray of sunshine in these dark times, too precious to leave unprotected. 

You had been so angry at first, but your anger was soon turned into bashfulness as you were met by two very attractive men. Of course you knew Professor Lupin, he was your teacher and even now words from his mouth directed your way made heat rise to your face.

 Then there was Sirius Black. His long black hair framed his face perfectly. His stormy grey eyes made you completely weak at the knees. 

Everything about these two men left you flustered, Remus’s quick wit, Sirius’s hearty laugh, the knowing glances they’d share, Remus’s scars you just wanted to spend hours tracing, and Sirius’s ring clad fingers that tapped impatiently against the table. For being in Azkaban for 12 years his hands sure looked strong and capable. 

It was a blessing and a curse really. You got to admire two very attractive men, yet you couldn’t manage much more than bashful nods at times. That didn’t stop them from approaching you however. They were so kind and welcoming, so much so that you took up Sirius’s offer to stay there rather than at the Weasleys. He knew you valued your alone time and got anxious in large groups so he thought you’d appreciate your own room rather than crowding in with the Weasleys. It was all good and well.

Except for how often you found yourself rubbing your thighs together at night to ease some sort of tension. Nothing could stop the wetness that pooled in your underwear at the memory of Sirius clenching his jaw in anger as Snape talked, or the way Remus calmed him down by rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. So once again that night you found yourself with that familiar ache you just didn’t know how to satisfy on your own. Your fingers just weren’t good enough. You got up in a huff to get some water at an attempt to calm down. You slipped down the hallway silently, but the sound of a low moan coming from Sirius’s room stopped you in your tracks. The door was slightly ajar and although you knew you shouldn’t peek in, the dull throbbing of your clit convinced you to stay. You had to stifle your own moan at the sight in front of you. 

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his four poster king sized bed while Remus was on his knees between his legs jacking him off.

“Fuck Pads, how was it already this hard I’ve hardly touched you.”

“It’s not my fault! Blame Y/N with those stupid lips she bites. And her big doe eyes and and- fuck Moony that feels so good.” 

Remus grinned at the chance to tease Sirius.

“Not as good as Y/N would feel though right? Bet you’d love to have her little hands wrapped around your cock huh. Imagine if you got to stretch out her perfect little pussy. She’s so fucking innocent, so pure”

“I wanna ruin her god she’s pretty, but at the same time she’s so precious I don’t wanna taint her. She deserves something more gentle and sweet.”

“You’re certainly smitten aren’t you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck her to the brink of tears. Have you heard that cute little giggle? Imagine what her whines sound like. I just wanna watch as you wrap your big hands round her thro-”

“S’that what you want? You wanna make innocent little Y/N our cockslut. Wanna make her our needy puppy. Wonder how many times we could make her come with just our fingers.”

“Fuck Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah that’s right love, cum to the picture of fucking her mercilessly, her nails scratching down your back cause you’re fucking her so hard.”

You watched Sirius shudder while Remus’s face lit up in victory. You decided it was best to leave before they were no longer distracted. 

Well, that certainly didn’t make you any less riled up. Looks like they wanted you as much as you wanted them. You knew you’d have to put your shyness aside, but how on earth do you talk to someone about that. Yes, hello I find you two super hot and I’d just love it if you’d degrade me and throw me around thank you so much. Frankly you never knew you wanted that yourself until you heard the words fall from their lips with ease. You put your plan in motion as you traveled back to your room, praying it would work.

---

You were giddy when you woke up, anxious for the day that awaited you. You decided to wear a shirt that Remus had once complimented, suddenly much more aware of how it complimented your chest. You paired it with your shortest skirt and thigh high socks. You turned around and shoulder checked to appreciate yourself, knowing if you bent over too much anyone could see the white lace thong you had underneath.

You knew the order meeting was starting earlier than usual so you pranced down the stairs and were met with a dumbstruck Ron and Ginny.

“Blimey Y/N, who are you trying to shag?” He was instantly met with a slap by Ginny.

“Shut it Ron, don’t talk about Y/N like that you git. You look adorable.” She reassured.

You smiled sweetly at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Gin, I’m gonna go get breakfast now.”

You swear you saw Remus and Sirius give a double take when you entered the kitchen. Pleased your plan was going well you continued into the next phase and sat between Fred and George casually as if your heart wasn’t racing a million miles an hour. Any laugh that the twins could pull from your lips were met with a hard stare from Sirius and Remus. Normally Remus could keep a calm disposition but you could notice the look of contempt in his eyes as his hand clenched the edge of the table. 

 You pushed your chair back and made your way to the sink. 

“Here Molly, let me help you clean up.”

“Thank you dear, you can just grab the dishes from the table love.” 

You made your way round the table and once you reached where your two admirers were you squeezed between them and bent over to grab the last plate, feeling your skirt ride up high enough to gain a sharp intake of breath from Sirius. 

“Sorry, it was just easier to get it this way.” 

You smiled to yourself as you helped Molly finish cleaning. Everything cycled out and everyone rearranged where they sat as they tidied up before the meeting began. You were thrilled at the chance to sit between Remus and Sirius now that everyone had moved. You leaned forward so you could rest your chin on your hand as Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke of the newest updates happening within the ministry. Fred and George would sometimes try to throw you off by making funny faces, but they were met by a hard glare by Remus which instantly simmered them down, while Sirius placed his arm around the back of your chair in a possessive manner. Welp, now was as good a time as ever to test the waters. You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other so your foot would brush against Sirius’s calf. He passed a glance, and you took a deep breath and moved it up and down his leg. You smirked at how you saw his hands clench and that spurred you on to lightly place your hand on Remus’s thigh.

“Y/N love, what are you doing exactly” Remus’s voice was shaky, like he was holding back.

Time to ice the cake.

“Nothing Remmy, I’m just being innocent little Y/N.”

Sirius’s head swerved at that one and you couldn’t help but notice the growing tent in his trousers.

---

It took forever for everyone to leave after the meeting. It took even longer to convince Molly that you were fine to stay here rather than go back to the burrow.

“Alright Y/N if you’re sure, but you know how to reach me if you need anything at all right?”

“Of course Molly.”

If she knew what you wanted these two men to do to you she would be dragging you by the ear out the door. But finally, finally she left.

Leaving you alone with two straight faced men whose expressions were unreadable. Remus was the first to break the silence. 

“Y/N, did you over hear our conversation last night”

You nodded, but Sirius wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna answer out loud for us pretty girl. You don’t get to tease us the way you do then act all shy now.”

“Yes, I heard.”

Remus returned to questioning you. “Yeah, and did you like what you heard?”

“I- I did.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl” Sirius chortled, “wish I would have known sooner.”

“I’m not naughty!”

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?”

“Cause I wanna be your good girl, please make me your good girl.”

Remus was hypnotised by the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips looking up at him.

“Shhh we’ve got you puppy, we just thought you’d want something more gentle.”

“No Remmy, I want you.”

“You can have me darling, let's go upstairs.”

He offered his hand to you and you took it eagerly, and began your journey upstairs, earning a chuckle from Sirius as you snatched his hand too on the way. As soon as you entered they had their hands on you, Sirius had you pressed against Remus as he was kissing your neck. 

“You sure you want this love?”

“Please Siri.”

“Alright pup, safe word is red okay? Any point you feel uncomfortable you tell us and we’ll stop immediately. Can you say it for me?” 

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Remus praised “Here, let's take all this off since it’s not covering much anyway.”

You nodded and lifted your arms for Remus while Sirius got on his knees to take off your skirt. He debated leaving the socks on, but he wanted you to feel every single thing so he took them off. Now last, but certainly not least. 

“As cute as these panties are, they're only in my way, can I take these off precious?”

“M Hmm.”

Remus was quite content to take off your bra and massage your breasts and nibble across your shoulders while Sirius continued his attempts to draw dirty words from your clean mouth.

“Baby, your pussy is so wet right now. Can I touch it, love?”

You spread your legs further for him as an invitation.

“Not here, our precious girl deserves to be comfy on the bed.” 

Remus sat against the headboard and motioned for you to follow suit between his thighs.

You practically skipped there, so excited for what was about to happen. You sat down with a quick plop and wiggled your hips to get more comfy, eyes wide as Sirius crawled up from the end of the bed to push your legs apart and gently trace your inner thighs with his forefinger.

“Tell me pup, have you ever touched yourself?”

You nodded bashfully, which Remus did not enjoy apparently as he lightly slapped your thigh with one hand while the other grabbed hold of your jaw to force your eyes onto Sirius fully.

“What did we say about speaking out loud pup, be a good girl.”

“Sorry Remmy, I got embarrassed, I do touch myself Siri”

Sirius grinned, “What makes you touch yourself sweet girl.”

“You, you and Moony do.” He relished in the whine that escaped your lips as he finally made contact with your aching clit, clearly he liked that answer.

“What do you imagine us doing to you pup.”

You moaned as his pace quickened. “Anything, anything you want.”

That’s when his tongue made contact on your clit instead. You jolted at the sudden change, but Remus was quick to hold you down.

“That feel good, sweetheart? I love Siri’s tongue too.” 

You could only throw your head back and mewl as Sirius’s tongue flicked faster and he added a finger to the mix, completely enthralled with how your entrance clenched around it desperately.

“Pads I think our pretty girl is gonna cum keep going. Has anyone ever made you feel this good puppy? Fred or George couldn’t make you feel like this could they?”

“No- no Remmy.”

“Wait till I get my turn love, go on and cum so I can make my pretty girl feel good too.”

Even Sirius’s tight grip on your thigh couldn’t keep you tethered as you released on his face. Bliss like you had never known overtook and it’s like you were hyper aware of every touch, every breath of theirs that fanned across your body, and every kiss that Remus awarded you with for being your lovely self.

And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could Sirius as he leaned back to take in the view of the masterpiece he created. He loved how you had squirmed under his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly. 

He was feeling benevolent though and pulled out. Instead he took a firm grasp on your hair and pulled you on your hands and knees so you were eyelevel with his throbbing cock. 

Remus placed a couple of smacks on your ass now that it was exposed for him.

“What do you say to Pads for making you feel so good?”

Sirius wondered if you were aware how cute you looked with your owlish eyes oggling his long member.

“Thank you, Siri.”

“That’s right Puppy, now how about you return the favor.”

You just nodded obediently and stuck out your tongue, which only made Sirius growl even louder as he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat but found yourself gagging at the surprise feeling of Remus’s head rubbing up and down your slick folds.

You arched your back and whimpered around Sirius’s cock and Remus got the message loud and clear. Slowly he inched his way inside groaning when your wet heat enveloped him completely. Once you were used to the feeling you wiggled your hips as a signal so he could move. The slow powerful thrusts of Remus made Sirius thrust through your perfect lips even faster at how the vibrations you emitted felt around his cock. His grip on your hair got even tighter.

“Fuck you feel so good puppy, such a good girl taking such good care of us. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face, want me to cum all over your face, sweet girl?”

At the sound of your desperate whining he gave your face a few rough pats and yanked your head back. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stuck your tongue out waiting patiently while he stroked his dick furiously. Finally he released on your face, but before you got the chance to think he was licking it up with wide stripes across your face before moving to kiss Remus. You glanced over your shoulder at the two most beautiful men you’d ever been blessed to see, and moaned as their teeth clashed in a hungry and needy kiss. They stopped in a pant and had their foreheads pressed together, grinning at your demands.

“Moony I think our good little puppy wants more attention.”

“Aw, is that so my needy angel. I can fix that for you.”

Quicker than you could count he had you flipped on your back and started fucking into you ruthlessly. His movements were filled with so much determination that every thrust was pushing you to the end of the bed until your back was hanging off the edge. He grabbed hold of your legs and swung them both over your shoulders so he could reach even newer sensitive spots inside you, completely captivated by how freely your tits bounced in this position.

“Rem- Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not, you be our good girl and hold on a little longer.”

“Please I can’t take it.”

“If you wanna cum you beg for it then, since you can’t wait.”

“Please please, let me be your good girl, please let me cum you make me feel so good please.”

“Hear that Pads? Imagine if someone heard pure little Y/N acting as our desperate puppy. Okay darling you go ahead and make a mess on my cock baby.”

A wave of euphoria rushed over you as you hung there and took every slam that came your way. The bliss however quickly became too much as your legs wriggled to find your escape from his strong grasp. He just grunted and let you slide into a heap on the floor. He swept to the side of the bed and around to where you were and hoisted you back on the bed so you were on your stomach and your legs hung off the edge. He pressed his hand to your back to firmly hold you in place.

“Angel you begged for this, now you’re gonna take it, yeah?”

He returned to his prior animalistic pace that summoned tears to roll down your cheeks. 

Sirius started petting your head lovingly “It’s okay love, you’re being such a good girl for Moony and I. You look so gorgeous with those tears all fucked out.”

He continued to comfort you and press kisses to your hairline until finally Remus reached satisfaction with his brutal attack on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m gonna cum”

He pulled out swiftly and his hips found their way to Sirius’s hungry lips. It was such a beautiful sight, but your voice made and audible whine before you could control yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, thought you wanted me to stop.”

“Wanted your cum, wanted you to cum in me Remmy.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that happen precious girl.”

---

Hmmm yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy my lovelies <3

@thotbutpurple @quindolyn @sunny-bunnny

[dodo-begone]

Sweet as Honey, Cold as Ice

Pairing: DSMP Minors (Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled) x Deceptively Sweet!Redaer

Request: I have request/idea feel free to ignore so minor reader is a total sweetheart like Niki type of sweet but they're super strong like techno type of strong so platonic with all of these obviously so my idea is with sam so this goes on while Tommy is trapped in the prison and dies and everyone is blaming sam and reader is like " if you say its Sam's fault one more its on SIGHT" and maybe they're the same with ranboo as well like maybe someone is blaming him or he's ender walking they go have a talk with dream kinda like quakity style and they're like "im gonna come here everyday if you don't stop"

Word count: 1k

Warning: mentions of manipulation

A/n: so this is done a bit differently from my normal stuff but I hope it’s still enjoyable!!

The announcement of a new arrival makes its rounds across the smp. Many wonder what type of person you are. Interests, what you looked like, what your lifestyle could be. You know, the usual stuff. One that came to the most opportunistic were less innocent. They wondered how easily they hopefully or might be able to use you, what manipulation tactics you might fall for. Though you can’t really think much on any of that when you get little to no information about someone. So they had to wait.

When you finally got to meet the damp members, a good majority of them at least, they all seemed to come to the same conclusion; you were so small. What a small thing. And you look so friendly, so approachable. Your interactions with them didn’t sway that thought either. If anything, it gave it further, sturdy foundation that they were more than happy to build off of. With such sweet actions and a cheery disposition, how could someone like you be anything but weak and innocent?

You and the boys have so much fun together just doing fun crap. Building, destroying, pranking, running around like a bunch of loonies. Just the basic fun stuff along with a few more personalized activities like making nukes or something.

Everything goes great the first few months you’re there as well. Very uneventful, which on the dsmp is a god damn blessing. The world is sunshine and rainbows, until it isn’t. One person literally fucks over the entire server, specifically you, and it’s like the whole world is ending.

It felt like a switch was flipped. Someone griefed your house while you were out helping Foolish. Saying you were pissed was an understatement; the smouldering remnants of your home sparked absolute rage within you. When you confronted the culprit about it, them laughing at you about it only fueled you further.

The only obvious thing to do was to get them back. In any way, shape or form. Destroying their builds? More than justifiable. Steal their items, specifically the most valuable ones in either personal value or general value? Well earned, if you think about it. They were liable to pay for the damage they caused. Persuading those closest to them to turn against the perpetrator? Not necessary but damn does it feel good for them to feel even a hint of their pain you experienced from them.

When the minors heard of what was going on from those around the server and yourself, they all had very different reactions.

Now Ranboo probably hasn’t experienced something like this because the closest thing he would have to that is Niki when she snapped. But he wasn’t there for that. And plus the people who are manipulative aren’t exactly as nice and sweet as you are. They’re a toxic sweet, one you could tell just from a quick interaction. He never thought you’d do anything like this. It just didn’t seem like you. Yet when it happens, he fears you. Specifically that side of you. He does not want to have that side sicked onto him. His reaction can be described simply has, “oh god that shit is so fucking scary. I would rather not. Can we not? That’d be great. Haha thank you-”. His was of avoiding that mess of whatever you were containing is to just politely ignore it. If he doesn’t think of it, it isn’t a problem. Right? Right?

Tommy is not exactly scared. It’s quite the opposite actually; he’s enamored with this new side you’ve shown. You’ve had this side of you this entire time? And you never told him about this?! Aw man, y’all’s relationship is going to be on a new fucking level after this. Now he doesn’t treat you like porcelain because he didn’t know how to treat someone who was so gentle. Now he can drag you along into his antics. You two can easily prank so many people because they think you’re so nice. You only snapped, that’s why you so different in that one situation. Oh how hilarious it was to see how oblivious they were about being played like a fiddle.

Saying that Tubbo experienced some whiplash when he found on about this new side of you would be an understatement. He was beyound shocked, gobsmacked about this new information. There’s no way that happened, right? A miss understanding or exaggeration. But when he brings this up to you, he’s forced to face the reality that you were not this sweet little angel he once thought you were. It was more than obvious that you could care for yourself. Look at what you’ve done to protect yourself already; you have a whole image of yourself to everyone else and kept the act going for so long that nobody would blame you for anything. They’d just think you were stressed or snapped, especially if you kept going as you were. Which was act mostly nice but let stuff slip every once in a while. At least he won’t have to worry about you as much! Spoiler alert, this doesn’t change his worry level at all.

The absolute pleasure that Purpled experiences when he finds this out about you is euphoric. He won’t have to worry about defending you as much now. Before he was absolutely ready to handle any remotely bad situation for you. Didn’t matter how big or small. Now though? Now he knew you could easily take care of things on your own. Which is great for somebody who can’t always defend their friends at the drop of a pin. Also another person who will bring you along for more dangerous antics. Though he’s way more thoughtful about what he brings you to do. Unlike Tommy. Out of all the boys, he’s the least likely to treat you differently. You’re just you, that’s all. Yes this new side was definitely unexpected but at the end of the day you’re his friend and this is just a part of you.

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askdump with spoilers up to chapter 22! but also including some older ones because i keep forgetting

bramblepatch asked:

I LOVE the implication that the answer to Minnow's "cool, I wonder why there would be a door here?" is that Vaelon decided "cool, let's put a door here." Heroes Just Wanna See Cool Shit.

being able to set your own fast travel markers is the dream

@apparently-possessed asked:

I can't believe no one has commented on how Karzarul has the gall to call the Abysscale erotica scandalous. You made them to have sex with sailors you horny buffoon. You go off and find them in

Groups for frustrated sex.

No excuse my dude. They have always been the horny monster.

that was a PRIVATE INTERLUDE between a monster and several different ships worth of sailors and also sometimes other monsters and someone was INDISCREET which is RUDE and he would not have invited them if he'd known they would snitch

also tbh he was mostly offended by the implication that he was some kind of monster bimbo

anonymous asked:

"Monsters that are just slime orbs would have implications" yes, because the entire design and origin of Abysscales is completely without implications.

i find those implications less distressing tbh

@bramblepatch asked:

On rereading the last couple of chapters: as tragic as Vaelon's wish binding them all together is, it kind of seems like it might not be all bad for the world around them? Lynette already had her blessing at that point and I feel like a Sunlight Heir who didn't have that kind of persistent connection to the Hero and Monster would have the potential to go waaaay off the rails a lot more often than Heirs do anyway. Karzarul might be the one blatantly causing problems on most cycles, but having him and the Hero active when the Heir comes to power at least keeps them focused on their reincarnation bullshit...

you cannot deny that the hero does try to stop them from killing each other and also everyone else

he never said he'd succeed

@spinachwrap asked:

BIGGEST BOY It took me til chapter 20 to understand how Violet and the boys showed up and I about yelled. New! Monsters!!!

@asimovsideburns asked:

Sorry I’m just thinking about Astielle again and most if not all of Ari’s humanoid forms being at least partly imitative of someone he likes (and the others being made of what he thinks they’ll like) because moonlight is a reflection

@ephemeraltea asked:

part of what i love so much about your writing, particularly noticeable in astielle, is that you take a silly or off-hand thing and make it have true depth and emotional weight. like. collect one of everything from this open world video game. but for minnow, it's proof that she has desires outside of previous lives, that her experiences are not just slowly pixelating copies of things she's done before. this flower, i know i've seen it as me, because i have it pressed and saved at home. i have a memory of it that is only mine. and that fucking gets me!!!!

anonymous asked:

Karzarul getting all huffy about monsters naming themselves after descriptors *shakes my head* This is a TRADITION OF YOUR PEOPLE carried out EVEN TO THIS DAY *gestures to Violet who is... violet* I don't want to hear anything from you on the topic Mr. Beautiful.

anonymous asked:

RE: Karzarul getting huffy. It's probably influenced by the little Vaelon voice in the back of his head repeating "But that isn’t really a name..." over and over again, but still. I don't want to hear it from you, Mr. Beautiful!

anonymous asked:

Just from the way Karzarul responds to being told Elias died of being old with an Unconvinced Hm™ it seems like he knows about the immortality thing. But maybe they DO start aging after one (or more) of them dies?

@ceruleanvulpine asked:

RETURN OF “I WANT YOU WHATEVER YOULL GIVE ME” AHHHH

anonymous asked:

MA'AM. MA'AM HOW COULD YOU. I can't believe you did this to us VAELON NO

listen. i did it to myself also.

@punkpixieprince asked:

god even when I KNEW how it ended I still cried SO MUCH. I'm still crying right NOW. I imagined it in so many ways but honestly knowing it was an accident, that even after everything he killed her on accident, just really... destroyed me a little.

anonymous asked:

Vaelon: If I like everything *just the right amount* and not too much, then I won't want to commit suicide when it's gone. FORTUNATELY, I only have one person that applies to. And EXTRA fortunately she is now immortal. ... UNFORTUNATELY, there are now TWO people. EXTRA unfortunately, they are now trying to kill each other.

it turns out having gratitude-based cbt and existential nihilism as your religion has its limits as a depression treatment when literally no one around you has ever noticed that's what you're doing

anonymous asked:

What Vaelon Says: I don’t want any of us to be alone. What Vaelon Means: I don't want to be alone, and I don't mind leaving Karzarul alone if it means I can avoid being without one of the two people I can't live without.

vaelon has always vastly overestimated the extent to which karzarul wandered off to hang out with the many cool new monster friends his mom made him, and who he never wanted to introduce him to

anonymous asked:

Excited about the first mention of Moon priests. Also enjoy having my personal belief that the Sun priests are insufferable validated. Vaelon is STILL the only Void priest in evidence, ever. Understandable, seems like a difficult calling. *imagines poor little deluded Star priests running around in modern times being VERY WRONG*

anonymous asked:

They get a little mark on their hand to show who killed who? Does that work with people not-them? Did Leland wander around with a little sun on his hand from killing all the heirs? Is that how he's been telling everyone HE's the heir??? Did it happen to some random guardsman the first time and then Leland murdered him to try and get it himself? *chanting* Mark of Cain, Mark of Cain!

anonymous asked:

Idk if I should be happy or devastated for predicting what would happen for the most part in chapter 21 and 22. But also wth the sun on his hand???? Where are those terms and heckin conditions please tell me those were as immutable as the weapons

anonymous asked:

That Lynette died with her left hand clean makes me feel violent emotions. How many? Monsters with Vaelon’s face and deaths that Karzarul could feel. Enough to get used to it. She waited until he said he wasn’t connected to them. She spat monster like a slur. Sun circle advisors whispered in the ear of a woman who’d asked to be able to commit atrocities that her empire was the world. You’re too good at this, I don’t know if I can recover.

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

anonymous asked:

Yeah, Lynette. You never asked for help, AND THAT'S THE PROBLEM.

anonymous asked:

“Why is it always my fault?” That's a very valid question, Karzarul. I can't think of any time the other two attempted to accommodate you, other than Vaelon mentioning he started helping people because he knew it bothered you, or him taking you back to the lake when you were in visible physical distress. Even when you hadn't done anything to cross her empire, when the only thing you'd taken from her was a small amount of Vaelon's attention, Lynette blamed you.

anonymous asked:

“Of all the fucking things you could have done, You made a new one. Another fucking monster, with his face. Do you think that’s going to stop me? Or do you think you’re proving something, making me kill him? Having to see his face, again and again and again, every time I kill one of those fucking things? His face, staring back at me, every fucking time and now you’ve made another one." ...Not everything is about YOU Lynette.

anonymous asked:

I loved learning that Vaelon designed Karzarul's moon/bug motifs.

anonymous asked:

Gaslight (Karzarul about things being his fault), Gatekeep (Karzarul away from Vaelon because if you can't have him *the way you want him* nobody can have him), Girlboss (of an empire that is actually only negatively impacting your mental health and it would be better for you to ditch that gig)

karzarul just hated to see a girlboss winning 😔