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vee6lolz · 25 days

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𝖇𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝖍𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝖇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬.

summary; after falling in love with spencer reid, you navigate the challenges that come with your relationship. While you cherish your moments together, the rough patches can be hard to ignore. One day, in an effort to find clarity, you go shopping and unexpectedly discover something world shattering. But before you can share the news with Spencer, he comes home with a shocking revelation that could change everything between you.

cw!!; +18 content, minors dni!, spencer reid x reader, angst, cliffhanger ending, breakups, mentions of drug use, mentions emetophobia warning; vomiting -- mentions of pregnancy -- Y/N HAS A GIRL KISSER BSF !

. w/c: 4.1k -- don't forget to like / reblog !! this is not proof read + english is not my first language

You and Spencer had been privately dating for seven months. At first, it was exciting. sneaking around, leaving parties early to go hook up in the bathroom, the birthday sex, apology sex, apology for apologizing with sex sex, it was easy, it was simple—you both met through a party he and his team was invited to by your best friend Ciara, who was friends with the one and only Penelope Garcia. you both got to talking and by the end of the night, you were snuggled up in his bed with his dick in your mouth. and he learned two things that night. 1. he had never had head that brought him so much ecstasy. and two, by the way your outgoing demeanor fit perfectly with being his more shy and non-direct, you were the one for him and he would've been a fool to let you slip through his fingers. those late-night study sessions, stolen kisses in dimly lit hallways, and quiet moments over coffee made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. but the moment that you hit the three month mark, everything went downhill. and usually, at six months, its supposed to be good again, right? wrong.

the past few months had turned into a whirlwind of arguments. It felt like every time you talked, it spiraled into a fight over something that should have been minor. “You don’t understand what I’m going through, Spencer!” you yelled one evening after a tough day at work where he seemed more focused on the case than on how you were feeling. “I do, understand [y/n] I just don't care. Not everything has to be about you.” that night, you both had shouted over each other until the early hours of the morning, hearts racing, voices raised, and emotions running high. the tension felt suffocating. and to ease it you tried to have makeup sex, and he started an argument while literally inside you because he felt like you were faking orgasms and doing it in a obvious way to make him feel bad; you were.

It wasn’t just work stress that fueled the fire; it was the pressure of hiding your hardships relationship from your colleagues, the weight of lying to your friends, and the constant fear of him leaving. and the fear of you leaving for him only made him resent you more. sometimes, it felt like you were living a double life, and you didn’t know how to bridge the gap between your love for Spencer and the isolation that secrecy brought. the make-up moments after the fights were fleeting, filled with hugs and quiet apologies as you tried to mend the shaky ground you were standing on. you’d find yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, promises lingering in the air that things would change, but deep down, you both knew nothing had really shifted.

but today, everything felt heavier than usual. you had woken up to yet another silent treatment from spencer, both of you too stubborn to reach out to each other first. the anxiety had burrowed deep in your chest, making it hard to breathe. you could sense it—Ciara had noticed. when she came over, she was met with a hurried and agitated spence who only muttered a cold greeting before walking out the door as fast as he opened it for her. her footsteps where light and quick, making her way towards your bedroom where she heard retching and coughing.

you spit into the toilet bowl, groaning in discomfort as everything you had last week came back to haunt you. you looked up at Ciara as she held your hair back, getting her fingers tangled as she took a moment to try her best to untangle them without scalping you. You sat there in front with your head down as you dry gagged, and once you were safe, you reached up and flu shed the toilet.

Ciara rubbed your back for a little before pulling your head to rest on her chest, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. you giggle at the sensation and make tsk sounds. “If you were a man,” you muttered, to which she rolls her eyes at you and lets you go with a smile, helping you stand up, she runs some water so you pat your mouth with it and spit out all the yucky residue left over. she starts asking questions and all you can think back at was this morning. it pained you and you felt your heart sink the more you thought back at it, you realize that him expressing his feelings, yelling, insulting, or even cursing you would've been better. he just left you, in silence. he didn't acknowledge you, and it just made you feel terrible. you looked at Ciara, overcome with emotions which got you a confused look. “What's going on with you--”

“He didn't even look at me, cee.” You muttered as tears filled your eyes uncontrollably. your emotions overwhelmed you as you melted into her arms, you were holding her incredibly tight, she probably wouldn't be able to breathe if you gave her an oxygen tank. She scrambled over her words trying to find away to not pass out from the lack of blood going to her brain because you were quite literally blocking any blood flow possible. She tapped your back and you released your death grip, to which she exhaled heavily.

“Who, What? What are we talking about?”. you stared up at her with a expression of depression, not moving your lips to answer her question. It gave her the answer alone. “That's not... like him.”. Scoffing, you shook your head and wiped your tears, your mood switching from self-pity to pure and undeniable anger. “It's exactly, like him. Actually.”. She tried her best to calm you down but you couldn't, you just walked out of the bathroom and fell face first on the bed, screaming and letting out all of your frustration on his cotton sheets. You started mumbling out of intense anger, and Ciara just stood there, flinching with every curse that flew through your lips as if you were going to reach backwards and bite her.

It took you twenty-and-some minutes to calm down. It took you three to go back to being sad and depressed. Your mood swings were seriously giving her whiplash. You sat up and heaved, sobbed, flew your arms around like a toddler. Ciara sat with you and let you sob on her chest until you start hyperventilating, she blew on your face so you could catch your breathe, shushing you to soothe your tears. Your brain felt fuzzy, your senses has softened.

The only thing that you felt was the immense pounding on your head you couldn't help but feel. “How about we go on a little drive, yeah?” you looked up at her with your red eyes glistening was a tear fell down your cheek, you nodded. you needed fresh air. “Yeah?” She spoke in a soft voice, kissing your head. “Alright go put on some clothes ill be out here,”

Ciara sat behind the wheel, the engine humming softly as she pulled away from spencer's place. The cool breeze wafted through the slightly open window, sending a refreshing shiver through you. You let it wash over you, momentarily grounding you in the present. Still, your mind felt fuzzy, caught in a haze that blurred your thoughts and emotions. It was as if you were floating, untethered from reality, with everything around you blurring into a muddled backdrop.

the streets rushed by, and while the world outside was alive with the chatter of people and the vibrant colors of storefronts, you found yourself lost in your own silence. You stared at the trees lining the road, their branches dancing in the breeze, but even their movement felt distant and out of reach. each passing moment felt like an echo, reverberating through your mind but leaving no traces of clarity.

Ciara’s was talking, filled with energy and it made you feel oh, so worse because you were not listening. “No, dude, I'm being so serious. I told her that she can either get her shit together and stop acting like a little kid or she can pack her shit and leave because I've had enough crazy girlfriends to know it is not for the fucking weak.” you barely registered the words. they floated in one ear and out the other, your focus remaining hazy. you shifted in your seat slightly, trying to push the swirling emotions away, yet they clung to you like a shadow.

“You’d think we were fighting we were fighting over me burning her house down, no. A miss call, a singular miss call and I called her back immediately. And of course, she chose to get her act together because... honestly, would you leave me?” she joked, grinding in her seat to pop her ass a little;

the corners of your mouth twitched, but you didn’t have the energy to respond; the effort felt monumental. As the scenery shifted from commercial buildings to the broader expanses of the mall, you caught yourself wishing you could feel that lightness again. The breeze slipping through the window felt nice, but every now and then, a wave of discomfort coursed through you, reminding you of the things you were trying to forget.

Ciara continued talking, sharing the latest gossip, her voice a steady stream of sound that mingled with the whoosh of passing cars. “and after that, she tried to hookup with me as an “apology”. if she could lick my pussy a couple times and I'm going to immediately forgive her... she's right.”

Still, you remained silent, lost in thought. The feelings swirling within you were too tangled to unravel—the confusion, the sadness, the weight of it all. It felt heavy, and as you drove closer to the mall, the world outside turned brighter, but for you, it remained shrouded in dimness.

As Ciara pulled into the parking lot, the chaotic colors of the mall surrounded you. She parked the car, casting a glance your way. “Alright, no talk of Spencer with the little dick while we're here alright?”

You nodded slowly, but your mind was still a storm of thoughts and emotions that had yet to settle. The sounds of laughter and footsteps filled the air as you stepped out of the car, but even amidst the noise, you felt like you were still floating, caught between what was real and what was just a distraction.

“There's no reason to lie to make me feel better,”, she laughed.

as you and Ciara stepped into the mall, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you like a cocoon, yet the comfort it should have provided seemed out of reach. the air hummed with energy: laughter echoed against polished floors, the shuffling of bags blended into an excited chorus, and the enticing aromas of popcorn, pretzels, and fried food wafted through the space, each scent calling to a desire for comfort that you just couldn’t find.

you glanced around, taking in the kaleidoscope of people—the families with cheerful children, groups of friends chatting animatedly as they moved, and couples entwined in conversation. Yet, as the cheerful masses moved past, a heavy discontent settled within your chest, a constant nagging feeling that wouldn’t let up. Your thoughts were tangled, fighting the urge to not talk about spencer.

the urges whooped your ass.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how dramatic Spencer has been lately,” you began, shaking your head as you ambled towards the escalator up to victoria's secret each step feeling heavier than the last. You reached for a sleek top on a nearby rack, your fingers brushing the fabric as you stated, “He didn't even tell me what his problem was this time, Ciara. He's like a fucking kid,”

Ciara nodded, her attention shifting between you and the vibrant clothes on display. “He's exactly like Manny. You know if you were a lesbian, I'm pretty sure you would've been with her by now.”

"Har-har." you let out a fake laugh, pulling the top closer to you and inspecting it in the harsh fluorescent lights. “and its not like I don't fuck with him. Of course I do, but its only okay when I do it! and i never do it first.”

She stared at you.

“Okay, I mostly never do it first.”

you stepped into the fitting rooms, pulling aside the curtain with a little more force than necessary. Ciara leaned against the wall outside, concern evident in her eyes. “Well, it sounds like he’s really going through something. I mean the last time he had a girlfriend was years ago, plus she did get shot in front of him. Maybe, just maybe... he needs time to adjust to having you.”

“It's been 6 months, how much time does he need.” you admitted, slipping into a pair of jeans. “I’m trying to support him, but at the same time, it feels like whenever I need support I'm the 'crazy' one.”

you spun in front of the mirror, checking the fit, and briefly appreciated the outfit, but the satisfaction was fleeting. You couldn’t shake the gnawing frustration and worry that lingered in your mind. After trying on a few more items, you settled on a cozy sweater that draped nicely over your shoulders and a pair of jeans that tugged your ass and thighs perfectly.

Stepping out of the fitting room, you caught sight of Ciara’s bright smile—a thumbs-up that fueled a flicker of confidence despite the dark cloud of your thoughts. “You look great! Food?” she chirped, her enthusiasm piercing through your fog. “I look like I got fat, but, yes.” you giggled.

“Yeah, only in the right places.” she replied, leaving a quick smack on your ass. the idea of food felt foreign to you, your appetite making you uneasy. and the more you thought about it, you weren't really prone to gaining weight. in the last eight weeks, you've gained almost seven pounds. even as you walked toward the food court, the excited chatter and laughter felt like a cruel reminder of the happiness you were struggling to hold onto with Spencer.

as you navigated through the chaos of the food court, the aromas wrapped around you, each scent competing for your attention. You scanned the options—pizza, burgers, Asian stir-fry, sizzling hot dogs—but as much as your stomach wanted to respond, it remained cold and distant.

Ciara and you eventually settled on a plate of asian food. You found a table, and despite the enticing food in front of you, the heaviness in your chest pulled you down, dimming your appetite further.

while Ciara was talking about her sex life, your own thoughts lingered on Spencer: his hands, the way his mind worked like a finely tuned machine, how he would

“when I tell you she had me bent in ways I can't say out loud because I would be put on some kind of list--” Ciara’s words finally broke through the fog in your mind, and you looked at her, your voice barely above a whisper, “I feel… weird.”

Ciara’s smile faded, concern etching itself across her face. “What do you mean weird? ”

The discomfort swelled inside you as the weight of your stomach pressed down further. “I don’t know. It’s just everything… ugh. I really don’t feel good.” The admission felt heavy on your tongue, yet fear flooded through you, mingling with confusion and anxiety.

“Hey, [y/n] uh--” Ciara said, her voice laced with concern as she leaned closer, trying to draw you back into the moment. “Breathe, okay? Just uh--”

her voice did no help, the world around you began to tilt, the bright lights and laughing voices tuned out as your vision began to blur. A rising wave of dizziness crashed over you, swallowing every sense until you felt on the verge of vanishing into the void of darkness.

before you could utter another word, the world slipped away in an instant—darkness encased you, quieting the chaos of the food court and pressing down into a silence that felt weighty yet freeing. You couldn’t tell if you were floating or falling, but nothing remained except an overwhelming absence -- and then your body hit the floor.

“[y/n]? [Y/N]! Someone help, please!” Ciara begged and yelled out as she breathed on your face, checking your pulse. you were breathing, that's all that mattered. being in school for nursing, really wasn't doing her any justice at the moment.

three-hundred-thirty-eight minutes. that's how long it took for you to wake up.

you gradually regained consciousness to the muted buzz of light and occasional distant sounds filtering through the haze of your mind. blinking several times, you squinted against the warm, yellow light spilling through the curtains in the hospital room. the glow felt too harsh against your eyelids, and as you turned your head slightly, a wave of dizziness swept over you.

a sharp ache spiked through your temples, and you instinctively raised a hand to your forehead, feeling the softness of the pillows beneath you. your body felt heavy, soreness settling deep in your muscles—each small movement sent prickles of discomfort shooting through your limbs. you groaned softly, the sound a mere whisper in the stillness of the room.

The room itself was a comforting chaos, the machines beeping, the flowy blue curtains. But it was the smell that truly caught your attention: a mix of treacle sweetness from ciara's half-eaten candy bar on the nightstand, which you grabbed over and took a chunk out of. the clean scent of freshly laundered sheets, and just a hint of the medication. it was oddly grounding, and for a moment, it eased the nausea rising in your stomach like a tidal wave.

taking a deep breath, you lay still, attempting to collect your thoughts. fragments of memory flickered through your mind—little moments of laughter and joy interspersed with the anxiety that had been consuming you before everything went dark. You remembered the bustling vibe of the mall, the annoying feeling of your heart racing, and a sudden wave of dizziness that had pulled you down. panic surged through you as you recalled Ciara’s frantic voice, calling for help when you collapsed.

“there's, no way I actually fainted.” you murmured to yourself, the thought sending a shiver down your spine. “ew, that's so corny.” you felt a flush of heat creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and concern. you turned to ciara, whose face was unchanged the entire time. her face stayed the same -- she looked horrified. concern. something was wrong with you, and you had a really bad feeling about what. it wasn't stress, it wasn't spencer. it was something else.

thirty-eight minutes. thats how long it took for you to find out.

ciara stayed by your side, her face didn't dare to flinch. a nurse stepped quietly into the room, her hesitant movements breaking the fragile quiet that enveloped the space. the atmosphere felt charged, and you could sense the shift immediately, your heart beginning to pound. the light from the window framed ciara, washing over her in a way that felt almost ethereal. as her expression morphed from concern into something more serious, an unsettling tension settled between you, pinning you both in a moment that seemed to stretch on.

when the nurse began to deliver the news her words flowed without sound, each gesture amplifying the weight of what she had to say. you felt your breath hitch as a wave of uncertainty crashed over you, the reality of her news unsettling sinking in like a stone. the room, once familiar and comforting, suddenly felt small and suffocating, the walls closing in as vivid memories backtracked through your mind—laughter, plans, and dreams that now teetered on the brink of change. the warmth of the space became oppressive as your heart raced, fear mingling with disbelief.

in an instant, the safety of your world unraveled, and the gravity of ciara's presence anchored you to an unsettling truth. the air was thick with unvoiced questions, your heart heavy with the weight of responsibility and the unknown. as the silence roared in your ears, every breath turned bittersweet, a reminder of how everything that had once seemed so certain was now tinged with complexity. you stood there, caught between the past and an uncertain future, realizing in that moment that everything had changed.

fifteen minutes. that's how long it took to get discharged.

the car glided smoothly along the dark road, the headlights casting fleeting beams of light onto the pavement, illuminating the otherwise shadowy world outside. ciara sat in the drivers seat seat, her silhouette a quiet presence lost in thought, her silence wrapping the cabin in an almost palpable stillness. each soft breath she took seemed to mirror the steady thrum of the engine, but the weight of her unspoken emotions filled the air, creating a tension that was hard to ignore. the familiar contours of the landscape slipped by in an undulating blur, trees lining the road like silent sentinels.

as the miles rolled on, your mind began to wander, seeking distraction in the rhythmic pattern of passing objects. you started to count the trees, the sturdy trunks becoming a makeshift anchor in the sea of swirling thoughts. one after another, the arboreal figures flickered past, offering a sense of solace as if each counted tree marked a moment of time that moved further away from the hospital. the darkened silhouettes blurred together, yet you found a strange comfort in the repetitive task, allowing your focus to drift into the rhythm of your surroundings.

six hours, thirty-one minutes. and not a single call from spencer.

as the car glided to a stop in the driveway, the familiar surroundings of your home greeted you with an unsettling mix of comfort and anxiety. the sky was turning shades of purple and orange, a vivid sunset framing the moment. ciara turned off the engine and sat in silence for a moment, her eyes fixed on the front door, as if gauging its significance. you both understood that what waited beyond that threshold was life-changing.

you unbuckled your seatbelt and took a deep breath, your mind swirling with thoughts you had been trying to organize all day. today had felt unending, a series of moments stacked upon one another, each one urging you toward this very conclusion. the weight of what you needed to reveal pressed heavily on your chest, and you were acutely aware of the time you had spent wrestling with your emotions.

ciara glanced at you, her expression a blend of concern and encouragement. you could tell she wanted to say something, perhaps offer reassurance, but instead, she simply gave your hand a gentle squeeze. the gesture felt grounding, a reminder that while you were stepping into the unknown, you were not entirely alone.

with a nod, you exited the car, the cool evening air wrapping around you like a cloak. you took a moment on the doorstep, hesitating as you glanced back at ciara, who offered you a reassuring smile before she drove away. the sound of the engine faded, leaving you with the echo of your own heartbeat.

spencer sat there, something heavy on his mind. his shirt was off, and he was stood in sweatpants and the line of his boxers showing. his hair was damp and flew down to his shoulders, his arms clinging onto the back of his neck and he eyed you up and down. you stared up at him with heavy, red eyes. you set down your purse and stared off into the distance.

he stared at you in silence. it was pissing you off. he was acting like a fucking child, and now really wasn't the time. your heart raced as your thoughts spiraled, the weight of everything you had been holding inside bubbling just beneath the surface. You could feel the frustration rising as you realized you were no longer willing to play your eyes met, and in that shared moment of understanding, something unspoken ignited.

“I can’t do this anymore,”

“I'm pregnant.” You blurted simultaneously.

The air shifted, charged with the gravity of your revelation and his confession, and the silence that had ruled the room felt like it was finally ready to crack open, revealing the unvoiced truths waiting just beneath the surface. your eyes widened and jaw feel open, as you grasped what just came out of his mouth. tears welled up at your eyes, and his met with yours with the same expression, and at the same time you both uttered;

“What?”

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chemerr2 · 4 months

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eyeless jack headcannons :O can be sfw or nsfw <3

thank you anon I NEED THIS MAN. i need all 4 of his legs in front of my face. -SEXYPAPINOQUE

SFW !!

ik this is probably one of the most popular headcanons but he’s warm. He’s THE heated blanket everyone needs during the middle of winter. He’s usually warmer in places people wouldn’t normally touch or go near. Like his armpits for instance but that’s ok cause he’s comfortable with you being THAT close to him and on top of that he’s not musty!! yay!

best head massages known to man. those longs nails of his make you foam at the mouth when he slides them through your hair, on your scalp and the back of your neck.

very clean. like VERY. he cannot stand having a cluttered space especially when it’s his work area we’re talking about. he doesn’t go batshit crazy tho if his room has like 2 socks on the floor 💀 just doesn’t like to be surrounded by complete filth. Even tho he can’t work well in small spaces given his physical appearance and amount of equipment— he reminds himself to clean as he goes.

responsible but only for himself and you ofc. His reasoning for this is because he’s grown, toby is grown and so is jeff plus the others so he shouldn’t have to tell a 23 yr old to clean up after himself or wipe the toilet after he pisses cause he didn’t aim in the toilet.

always pampers you and chooses you over anyone else. sometimes he end up favoring your priorities over his own and forgets to do important things for himself. You wouldn’t even have to tell him because he’ll snap back to reality once he realizes he hasn’t done a chore or task he told himself he’d do.

like the cool older brother or the older brothers cool friend who takes you to the store and buy things for your mom when she’s cooking dinner

speaking of cooking, he can’t make anything past a traditional american breakfast dish (eggs, bacon, toast, grits or rice) other than that he’ll warm up a corn dog or reheatable pancakes in the microwave

if he has tomatoes on his burger snd he knows u like tomatoes he’ll give them to you. He’d give you a whole jar of pickles and drink the pickle juice (vice versa if u love pickle juice as much as me)

he stands in front of the tv likes he’s made of glass💀

DRAGS you by your arm, shirt, or ear if he even slightly thinks ur gonna get into an argument with anyone, For the sake of you and himself because 1. doesn’t want u to fight anyone AND 2. don’t want you to get ur feelings hurt. yep

NSFW !!

rmbr when i said i need all 4 of his legs? 🤭 yeah he’s got 2 FATASS DANGLING COCKS.

ok let’s keep it realistic, he’s inexperienced but he’s not a vulnerable virgin, he knows what boojaina is, he knows what ur cervix is— he knows all of it and how much the female body can take.

his dick is wide so 1 inch of his demomic- hybrid 8inch cock takes up the full capacity of ur hole ifykwim.

it looks like he’s always had a boner but it’s just his thick and heavy cocks finally getting a good nights rest when you aren’t around.

Loves when you trace the veins on his cock and kiss his ugly circumcised scar on both his cocks. See i can get all into detail about the scar but y’all probably would get turned off. ANYWAYS

humps you. dry. all night, every night. Your smaller than him, even if someone says your big— to HIM your a delicate feather in his hand and he tosses you like a salad gently. He proceeds w caution when he gives you the nasties backshots

idc idcccc ur butt may not be big but when he gives u backshots it sounds like poseidons trident causing hell on sea.

horny dog?? nah horny bear. He literally locks you both up in his room or office and breeds you heavily like he’s trying to form a football team.

#creepypasta #creeepypasta headcanons #slenderman #creepypasta smut #eyeless jack smut #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack #ej creepypasta #jack nyras

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unhelpfulfemme · 1 year

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This may be a Bad Take but I think a lot less people would have issues with Padmé Amidala's RotS characterization if they realized that her role in that movie is largely symbolic and that Anakin's attitude towards her is meant to represent the inherent tension between liberty and security (which is clearly one of the main themes in a movie that has Anakin quote George W Bush as he falls to the Dark Side).

Padmé represents the best of democratic values: the capability to perceive everyone's inherent worth, the trust in state institutions, the morality, the benefits and drawbacks of resolving issues in a democratic manner and within the system (she often finds herself helpless in the face of corruption, for example). Padmé's ideals are the core of her character, to the point that she basically is her ideals. Basically, Padmé is to the Galactic Republic what Marianne is to the French Republic.

Now, you may have issues with a female character being used as a personification of a state or a political system, but not only is this a millennia-old narrative tradition, I also feel like you're probably barking up the wrong tree, because George Lucas LOVES using characters as symbols for abstract concepts: Luke as the Hero with a Thousand Faces, the Good vs. Bad Father dynamic with Obi-Wan and Vader, etc. This is completely on brand for the way George Lucas in particular constructs characters.

Even Padmé's most famous line, "So this is how Liberty dies," is indicative of this (and I love the concept of a former slave boy falling in love with Liberty herself).

Padmé dies because Liberty dies, not because she's a weak useless woman.

And Anakin's relationship to her potential death is very much... an indictment of reactionary politics and the War on Terror?

Anakin loves Padmé because she is fair-minded and understanding even when he doesn't deserve it, because she is tolerant, because she is kind, because she fights for justice, because she uplifts people. This is what he is in love with and what he is trying to preserve.

But in the face of nebulous threats, some real and some manufactured, he tries to save her by trampling all over what she stands for. And what she stands for is her. Therefore the very act of trying to save her is what ends up killing her, just like trying to keep your democracy safe by increasingly cruel and authoritarian measures inevitably kills it. Anakin claims that he loves her, that he's protecting her, but he is unwilling to listen to anything she has to say about it, just like plenty of people whose mouths are full of freedom but don't want to think about or apply the values that they are supposedly defending. What she believes no longer matters as long as she loves and comforts and uplifts him (and when she doesn't he goes into a rage).

Everything Padmé stands for, her very way of life and her very way of doing things, no longer exist at the end of RotS. She was becoming increasingly static and helpless during the movie because her way of doing things no longer works as the Republic becomes mired in cruelty and corruption, she cannot do anything but set foundations for an eventual rebellion and hope that a spark of hope survives. She can no longer survive in this new system, and it is in her nature to rather die than compromise herself in order to work within it. In a symbolic way, she quite literally cannot survive if she has to exist within it. She IS Liberty, and it would be a paradox if she survived. She dies and their children - another thing Anakin is fighting to protect, like many people who are "defending freedom" "for the children!!1!" - are made orphans, left to their own devices, forced to fight and rebuild things from scratch because she can no longer nurture them or protect them. This is a political metaphor y'all.

And in this reading, even Shmi's death ends up working better if you squint? Because even though Anakin's anger over her death stems from clear injustice and is fundamentally righteous, the fear and rage that this creates in him, and his inability to cope with it, is what directly causes him to both fear for Padmé's safety and to eventually smother her due to that fear. And to eventually become what he fears, killing Liberty, depriving himself of liberty in the process by becoming Sidious's blind slave, and literally destroying the future of an entire generation of (Jedi) children.

Now, I'm not saying that this makes a more psychological analysis of Padmé's character invalid or that this is the only role that she plays (for example, while Obi-Wan is the "good father figure" in ANH, he's clearly many different things across all the movies and clearly has an established characterization beyond that, and so does Padmé), but I think looking at it through this particular lens does make the choices made for her character less baffling and more indicative of the larger themes of the prequels.

#star wars #star wars prequels #padme amidala

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fruitbasketball · 1 month

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I want to know your thoughts on the mock draft !!!

LEMME GET INTO ITTTTT

why this guy paige at #1 she’s so mid bro

nah 1 and 2 solid

but after that it gets kinda dicey

if y’all seen olivia miles play, you know she’s a DAWG like… we’re talking second team all america, preseason watchlists, like she can HOOP

but that injury bug… there’s people ahead of her in this draft in my mind, like 3 is crazy - i think olivia, azzi, and rori in that order at 5,6,7 ish

and imma explain about azzi before y’all get too tight like CHILLLLLL you know azzi’s my girl

i think that 3 spot should be aneesah’s… she’s so stupid underrated even after going to lsu, and i think w angel in the league she’s going to be a more prioritized scoring option for them. this girl is a PURE HOOPER; the fact that mulkey lowk had mikayla williams as the second/third option over her is nuts - esp when she literally averaged a double double on a team WITH ANGEL REESE

idk ab this french girl like who knows overseas is not my circus but te-hina paopao is EASILY a top 4-8 pick. this is NUTS. this girl LED THE COUNTRY in 3pfg we NEED some respect here like godDAMN

i put raven at 8, bc yes she’s a DAWG but putting her OVER te-hina paopao is luuuudicrous to me

saniya rivers is also way too low, and bro imma be SO FUCKING FR: georgia amoore is not a first round pick imo. maybe literally dead fucking last but anything other than that is… nah bro. that’s nuts. high second round sure. but first round OVER SANIYA RIVERS?? fuck outta here.

lemme speak on rori and azzi rq

coming out of high school: both of them, i would’ve said t5 easy, azzi goes first (paige out of the picture ofc)

but there’s that injury bug again and when you’re not paige bueckers, it fucks with your draft stock.

now rori only has one year of injury, and she’s recovering fast (or forcing a speedy recovery, which is just stupid, but we’ll see which one it is) but azzi on the other hand… she’s never even played a full season of college basketball

but i still take azzi over rori, even after the way rori shut down uconn’s defense this past season, because a healthy azzi fudd is just that good

if she stays healthy this season, and she’s playing as good as i KNOW she can, azzi’s a top 3 pick easy

as it stands RIGHT NOW THO - azzi sitting at a healthy 5-8 is fair

and if she waits another year, and she goes with flau’jae’s class - i can see her fighting flau or lauren or cotie for that number one spot and winning out

but i’m thinking from like a cost benefit analysis standpoint - if azzi plays a full season of college basketball, absolutely smokes bitches, brings home that natty… the 3 spot is hers. if i’m azzi - i declare right after the natty, or even before depending on how my season’s going. imma keep it a buck - i wouldn’t risk the extra season of college ball when i know i’m essentially guaranteed a roster spot in the w

#wbb #women’s basketball #wcbb #wnba #wnba draft #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #kiki iriafen #georgia amoore #ncaaw #ask

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woterezwhet · 3 months

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Chapter 1

CW: SFW, Language (who are we kidding), Vought, bad spelling

Silence was all there was in the VOUGHT tower as The Boys and Soldier Boy faced each other after finding out what they were looking for all along to kill Homelander didn’t actually work. Queen Maeve, unfortunately, taking the brunt of Soldier Boy’s main attack, leaving her unconscious and powerless.

“Is she okay?” a nervous Hughie asks from his position while Starlight–Annie–checks Maeve’s pulse. Her shoulders slump in relief and a sigh passes her lips

“She’s alive, I don’t know about her powers, though,” Annie informs the rooms of humans and Supes. “Good. We’ll need to stage this as her death, though, yeah?” Butcher adds, coming down from his own Temp-V high after his fight with Homelander. The surrounding group of The Boys nod in agreement– Queen Maeve had served her time on The Seven and now deserved a well-earned break from VOUGHT forever.

“Well there goes our chance at surprise, folks.” Butcher sighed out as he looked around the room at the group. With his hands on his hips, he looked at Soldier Boy with a look of expectancy. “The fuck you lookin’ at me for, pal?” Soldier Boy asked with exasperation, “‘Think I got some sort of ace up my goddamn sleeve for you? I gave you what I had and you threw that away for some little pussy with daddy issues called Homelander.” Soldier Boy spat toward Butcher, pacing the destroyed room.

“You fuckers are the ones who woke me up and took me from Russia to kill this motherfucker, which obviously did not work. So, now, what do you got?” Ben ends, panting as his chest slowly began to heat up, literally and figuratively. “You didn’t get everyone from Payback, did you?” Hughie asks tentatively, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. “When you gave us the list of your team, you left a name out. Why?” Ben freezes, turned away from The Boys.

“How in the hell do you fuckin’ know that, spaghetti arms?” Ben asks, his voice shaking in slight anger. Hughie attempts to answer with a confident voice, but instead comes out nervous and shaky. “W-well when you look at the picture of Payback, there are nine members standing right, but there are seven dead, not eight, so who is she?” He straightens his posture as he asks Soldier Boy. “Who is the third woman in the picture that we haven’t fucking smashed in the head or blown to pieces with your atomic bomb of a body.” Hughie is shaky and breathing hard as he looks at Soldier Boy. “Who do we need to find next for help?!” He shouts in frustration and desperation, walking away to breathe, Starlight not far behind him. After a few minutes of breathing to calm himself down, Soldier Boy finally answers Hughie’s question.

“Russia.” He answers in a pained voice. “She’s in Russia.” He hangs his head, painful memories surfing through his mind as he answers the team. “She’s being held by the Russians just like I was until you fucknuts busted me out.” Soldier Boy grits out, angry that he was the only one standing without her.

“Alright, guv. Who is the lass to you? And–” Mothers Milks cuts Butcher off after sirens are head blaring outside “Alright we gotta get outta here before all of NYPD and VOUGHT security finds us!” M.M. Exclaims to the group. “We can get more on the girl when we find Grace, deal?” Not waiting for a group reply, he turns and makes his way out, the group following behind.

#soldier boy x oc #soldier boy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x reader

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slotumn · 2 months

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I've said before that I like Silver Snow as the bittersweet for Fódlan/outright bitter outcome for Byleth, and because I love making my faves go through it, here are ways I would personally make it Even Worse™

1. The Eagles all side with Edelgard by default.

Most of them have strong familial/financial/political connections to Adrestia, and that doesn't change just because they personally found Edelgard's methods pre-TS unsavory or w/e. Defecting isn't that easy, and defecting after hanging around within Adrestia for 5 years (as most of the Eagles apparently do during SS, according to their bio...?) really isn't easy! You can recruit them back on maps depending on support levels, but by default you start post-TS only with Church members (+AW, maybe)

So yeah already you get Byleth having to fight, and potentially kill, even more of their former students. And if you do manage to recruit some of the students back, it's repeatedly emphasized how bad the risk is for them; they defected from the Imperial army and if Byleth's army loses this war they're 100% getting executed as traitors.

2. You get the battle at Gronder Field, but it's a defend/survive map

Basically the situation is that Byleth's army gets news of the tristate clash at Gronder, and they go there in an attempt to curb the bloodshed. But it doesn't work, and Byleth can only watch as they beat each other to death.

You also get to see in this battle just how badly the war damaged the continent and its people, because the three nations are insanely hateful and bigoted to each other as they fight. People who were former schoolmates are straight up calling each other subhuman beasts who should be exterminated, and it hits Byleth and the player that even after the war is over, that's what you will have to pick the pieces up from.

The "subhuman beasts" rhetoric is also foreshadowing of how the Agarthans may have been involved in stoking the ethnic/national bigotry and tensions— although the lords also bear responsibility for letting all that fester to propel their own goals and/or maintain power.

3. Full flashback/cutscene that actually shows the massacre at Zanado at some point after rescuing Rhea

I think one of the problems around the writing of Rhea/Nabateans in the game is that despite the Zanado massacre being very important to the game's worldbuilding and lore as well as characterization, the way you find out about is very underwhelming. And if I remember correctly you don't even hear it in SS, just VW, as infodump. I think actually showing the event would both make SS stand out from other routes, and do it justice as Byleth's route by connecting everything about how they came to be.

If you put the scene in before Shambhala, hearing the Agarthans call Nabateans subhuman/beast in the flashback also connects the dots from what you heard at Gronder, and further solidifies why Byleth has to go kick Slither ass. They've not only ruined Fódlan society from Zanado massacre to now in their arrogant, selfish pursuit of power, they were in fact directly responsible for the worst things Byleth had to go through.

4. Proper coronation scene for Byleth right before the final battle

Again, if Silver Snow is the Byleth route, I think they should get to have this one. Edelgard gets her coronation scene pre-TS, Dimitri gets his return to Fhirdiad scene, and Claude... okay he's kind of an exception because his coronation would be in Almyra but yeah. This would be good for a couple reasons.

First, coronating Byleth being the last thing Rhea does before she possibly dies is a good way to wrap up her character arc, especially if you get a CG that's a clear parallel to Byleth sitting on the throne in White Clouds. Byleth isn't Sothis, but Byleth has accepted their role to lead Fódlan to a better future as all of them wanted.

Second, it's more emphasis on the bittersweetness, because while Byleth did agree to be king, a large part of why they did is because there is literally no one else suitable left. They killed Edelgard, Hubert, and possibly other Eagles with their own hands. Most of the Lions and Deer died screaming bloody murder at Gronder. Rhea's health is in decline. The war shredded the administrative capabilities and functions of the entire damn continent, and Byleth has to pick up the scraps.

A good way to visually represent Byleth being the only one left would be having a CG where they're standing alone in their royal robes (Enlightened One outfit) with Aymr, Areadbhar, and Failnaught hung up on the walls. That's the legacy of the three kids they met that fateful day: three weapons that maim and kill, three razed (former) countries, and countless dead.

It also gets even more tragic that the first thing you have to do after becoming king is (possibly) killing Rhea. Like holy shit Byleth genuinely cannot catch a break.

5. Unique post-final battle scene instead of S-support scene if Byleth doesn't choose anyone to S-support

Actually I think this would be good in all routes, not just SS, but again if SS is Byleth's route then I think this would make the narrative the strongest there. Basically, we get to see a cutscene that hints at what Byleth does on their own when everything is over.

It doesn't need to be too explicit about what they get up to— just the hint that, despite everything, time marched on, and despite everything, life continued. Maybe even a book ends thing where they wake up from dreaming about all the events that happened through the game (Awakening-style lmao)

Tl;dr Silver Snow could have gone much harder if it let Byleth be even more miserable

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #slotalks #fe3h meta #meta #byleth eisner #silver snow #byleth

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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1 & 6 from the angst prompt list

hughes!reader and her brothers

Angst: 1. “I told you to leave. Why are you still here?” & 6. “Do you ever listen to yourself?” Hughes!reader fight w/ brothers

Alone

I was the youngest Hughes sibling and the only girl. Being the only girl, you think my brothers with each give me more attention. I was treated like one of the boys, but when it came to my hockey, I was treated differently.

I recently found out that I made the under 18 women’s US national team. Of course the first person I told was my mother and my father and they were both super excited for me.

The under 18 world championship was in Sweden this year. Which happened the week after Luke was in Canada for the world juniors. I had a feeling that I was gonna come second to Luke.

The excitement around my family wore off when most of the excitement with shined back onto Luke as he found out, he was an assistant captain for UMich. There was parties thrown for all three brothers, when they got drafted into the NHL. but once something big happens for me. I just got a good job.

It was a couple days before Quinn and Jack left to go back. And I was sitting in my room alone away from my family. my mother enters into the room and sit on the edge of my bed.

“What’s wrong chicky?” She asked me.

“Nothing get out” I say before turning in my bed, facing the other way.

“Jim, come here” my mother yells for my father and my father soon enters into my room.

“what’s going on?” my father says as he stands at the edge of my bed

“go away” I say again, “both of you“

“Hey watch your attitude.“ my father says.

“I don’t have one I’m trying to sleep”

“Y/n it’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon” my mother says

“can I not have a nap?”

“don’t speak to your mother like that” my father says raising his voice Slightly

I don’t even bother answering him. I just continue to stare out my window until my parents finally leave my room. after they shut my door I hear Quinn ask my mother what’s wrong. My mother responds That maybe Quinn should try talking to me.

My door that opens and Quinn walks in. “ what’s up?” Quinn says, and I ignore him. He makes his way around my bed and crosses his arms as he makes eye contact with me. I groan before turning and looking the other direction.

After I turn, I see Jack and Luke on the other side of my bed. “ what’s up your butt?” Luke then asks.

“oh, my God, will you all get out?!” I yell at my brother and take the pillow I was resting my head on and cover my face with it.

“ why are you acting psycho?“ Jack says. I take the pillow off my face and look at him.

“ I told you to leave why are you still here?“ I said all three brothers

“ because we want to know what’s wrong“ Quinn says

“ why do you guys care what I have to say now?“

“ do you think we don’t care about you?“ Quinn says

“ please Quinn, can you guys all just leave?”

“ no problem” Luke says leaving my room

“ shouldn’t you guys follow? since you’re so proud of Lukey”

“ why do you want attention so bad?” Jack asks

“ I don’t“

“ what’s wrong?“ Quinn presses at me again

“ oh my God Quinn. Jack literally just called me psycho and a drama queen within the first five minutes of being in my room.”

“ well do you ever listen to yourself?” Jack says.

“ yeah, I do because nobody else does around here“ I say, “ now can you leave so I can lock my door and be alone“

“ fine I’ll go hang out with Luke” jack says, leaving the room

“ typical“

“ you know I listen to you, right?” Quinn asks while he sits on my bed.

“ yeah but when some better news comes along, and it’s almost like everybody forgets!” I said, crossing my arms, “I bet everybody forgot I was even going to Sweden or that I play college hockey too”

“ who are you mad at?“ Quinn asked me

“ all of you“

Quinn then leaves the room, Jack and Luke enter moments later.

“Hey, y/n/n. Quinn just talk to us. I’m sorry. I’m proud of you Kid.” Jack says.

“ yeah I’m sorry too” Luke then chimes in, “ everyone super proud of you“

“ I hope you really don’t think that people don’t listen to you. You’re my baby sister I think of you more than I think my brothers.” Jack’s is making me laugh, then coming in and giving me a big hug.

“ yeah how can we not listen to you you’re so annoying” Luke says, making me hit a shoulder and he laughs coming in and giving me a hug next.

“ well Quinn‘s my favourite brother right now” I say, “ He’s the only one that listen to me today”

“ your favourite brother changes every day, I’m okay with quinn being your favourite today” Luke says

#hughes!reader

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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I literally fell in LOVE with the first prompt game so i basically screamed when i saw pt 2

Can i request IMG 1 #31, #34 and #44 for Changbin?

Do what ever u want with it, it'd be happy w/ anything🖤

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

"I might never get another chance to say this."

"I still remember the way you taste."

Relationship: Past Childhood Lover!FemReader x Crime Boss!Changbin

Genre: Angst, Light Smut

Warnings: Mentions of guns, violence, Criminal acts, Underworld Shit (clubs, prostitutes, drugs, illicit dealings, etc.). Knife Play, Dark Sex. Unprotected sex. (Wrap it kids.)

"I might never get another chance to say this-I love you."

"Why does it hurt so much to hear you say that?"

"Because you don't believe it?"

"Or because you don't mean it?"

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It's been ten years since you last saw Seo Changbin.

Ten years, and yet the moment your eyes meet his across the packed club, it's as if it was only yesterday.

After all-the pain, the hurt, the betrayal-it's all just as raw as if it were.

You'd known it was a bad idea to come here.

Known it the moment your best friend had invited you to your mutual coworker's bachelorette party, using the excuse that you 'needed to find some new dick to obsess over.'

She's right of course, you haven't had a good relationship-hell, let alone a good lay in a couple of years if you're being honest-but the moment the limo had pulled up to the most popular club in town, you'd known you were in deep shit.

Forget the fact that it's run by one of the biggest criminal gangs of the city.

Forget the fact that it's strippers and drinks and loud booming music and swanky atmosphere are only a legal façade for the dark, illegal underworld shit that happens underneath.

No, all of that on it's own should've tipped you off to the fact that this was a bad idea waiting to happen, should've made you fight and protest a little harder as the already tipsy group of girls and your best friend had dragged you laughing and singing past the bouncer, who merely gave a wave of his hand and nothing more than a second glance, as if you had some special standing invitation.

But it didn't, and you had gone along with it as they all giggled over their 'coveted invitation' and settled in at your table right in front of the main stage, as women way too fucking hot to be real had spun their poles, and men way too fucking ripped served drinks off of glittering golden trays.

The biggest fucking red flag of all, though, the thing that should've sent you running back to the limo, demanding the driver take you immediately home, locking the doors behind you, was not the false over the top glitz and glam of the club, your friends already slightly inebriated state, or the drugs covertly being served alongside drinks.

No, the biggest red flag of all, was now staring at you, eyes locked from across the club, lips pulled into a thin, stern line, muscles practically bulging out of his expensive Armani suit.

Seo Fucking Changbin.

Your childhood lover and ex boyfriend.

The only man who had ever successfully broken your heart, shattering it so thoroughly that you hadn't had a fulfilling relationship since.

And coincidentally, the owner of this club.

Oh, and the city's biggest crime boss. Did you forget to mention that?

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Fuck.

I haven't seen her in almost ten years, and now here she is, in my club of all places, fallen right into my lap.

She hasn't changed a bit-all big doe eyes and soft skin and perfect tits.

My dick twitches in my pants at the thought, and I release a long, slow breath, holding her in the line of my dark, hungry gaze.

Obsession curls tight around my chest, and a perverse sense of protectiveness itches at the back of my throat as one of the girls she came with leans over and whispers something in her ear, laughing, motioning to one of the passing servers.

She pulls her gaze from me for just a moment, following his movements, giving her friend a tight nod and a smile that plays along, though I can tell she's not really interested.

Still, watching her gaze follow the almost naked waiter makes me clench my teeth until my jaw pops.

As if she can still feel me staring, my eyes drilling into the side of her head, she glances back to me nervously, saying something to her friend under her breath, before she stands from the table and heads in the direction of the club's bathroom.

"God fucking dammit." I swear beneath my breath, and without thinking, push myself off my normal vantage point of wall, already making a beeline for the direction she had disappeared.

Of course she would run.

But now that I had her again, I wasn't going to let her go so easily.

Not like the first time.

Because now, unlike the last time she saw me, Seo Changbin didn't lose.

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"Excuse me." You murmur under the loud thumping of the music, the bass shaking the floor and reverberating through the heels you wear.

The man leaning against the wall in front of the women's bathroom glances at you in disinterest, pulling the lit cigarette from his lips as he blows a stream of smoke into the dusky club air.

The woman hanging off his arm stares at you with open disdain on her pretty features.

You try again, louder this time, attempting to push past them now.

The more time you waste, the faster Seo Changbin is closing in.

"Excuse me, I just need to use the bathroom-"

A hand comes down on your outstretched arm-grip firm, fingers curling around your wrist-and you're caught off guard, stunned into terrified silence, as you look up and see Seo Changbin towering over you, an unreadable expression on his features.

He glances toward the couple blocking the bathroom. "Lino, you're in charge till I get back."

The man-Lino-smirks and blows out another puff of smoke, leaning his head back against the wall behind him as he nods. Your eyes are drawn to the bold, dark tattoo of a cat's gaping maw-sharp teeth dripping with saliva-that covers his throat. "Sure thing, boss."

Without another word, Seo Changbin turns on his heel, and begins easily pulling you along behind him through the throngs of people packed in the club.

"Hey, stop, my friends-" You protest, because it's the only thing you can think to say in your frantic, panicked state, but he doesn't give you a backward glance, and for the most part, neither do the clubgoers.

In fact, they seem to part for him, like his presence alone is intimidating enough to clear a path for the two of you.

It probably is.

He leads you around the bar, tugging you easily even when you struggle, and up a flight of stairs you'd never noticed before, tucked back behind the display of jeweled tone alcohols and glittering glasses.

It leads to a quiet, dark hallway lined with doors, and the music from below is a distant pounding now, as he strides to the last door and inserts a code on the keypad.

The lock clicks, and Seo Changbin shoves you inside.

You stumble a little at the forward motion, the release of his fingers finally from your wrist, but manage to right yourself, glaring at him as he leans against the once again closed door, muscular arms crossed across his chest.

When he doesn't immediately say anything, you take the opportunity.

"Funny, is this how you treat all your guests?" There is sharpness in your tone, but your words wobble just a bit.

You hide your trembling fingers in the folds of your dress, and force yourself to hold his dark stare.

"No." He remarks, face still unreadable, body unmoving. "Just ghosts."

His words send a painful thrum through you already stinging heart, but you don't let the reaction show on your face, tipping your chin up and staring him down defiantly.

Maybe a bad idea, considering the biggest crime boss in the city is standing across from you, locked in the same room, but you're angry, and you don't care if he knows.

"I'm leaving now. My friends will be wondering where I went-"

He scoffs, leaning more heavily against the door, as you take a brave step toward him.

"Pet, your friends were drunk when they stumbled in here. They're probably six shots deep with my table boys by now and don't even remember you exist."

The use of the old nickname makes your body stiffen and go cold, like you've suddenly been doused in freezing water.

"You're at my mercy currently, pet. Mine."

A shadow crosses Seo Changbin's face, and he pushes off the door, crossing the room to the desk, and as he passes you, you can't stop yourself from shrinking away.

He flicks dark eyes toward you at the movement, as he straddles the chair behind the desk, and you don't miss the way his inked fingers flex on the back as he settles, strong and capable of ripping you to pieces.

They've done it once, why not again?

"Ah." He muses beneath his breath, as if to himself, his eyes slowly flicking down your outline, and you resist the urge to back away beneath is penetrating stare. "So you are scared of me. Wise, little pet, I'm a dangerous man."

You tip your chin, and pray to god your next words don't tremble.

"I'm not scared of you. You've done your worst on me already, what else could you possibly take?"

His eyes flash dangerously, and his lips curve into the hint of a smirk that makes your knees weak and a chill run down your spine.

"Everything, pet, everything."

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Fuck, she's even more addicting up close.

When I locked her in here with me, I didn't account for the fact that I'd be able to smell her perfume-faint whiffs of something floral-or see every flawless inch of her skin clearly, soft and spilling out of that tiny dress like it belongs to me.

And it does, she just doesn't know it yet.

It always has.

I adjust slightly on my seat, my hard on growing uncomfortable at the thought, and cock my head, studying her, watching the way her chest rises and falls with fast breaths, the way her pulse flutters against her throat.

She's scared, and it's intoxicating.

Still, she's a spitfire, and it's something I've always admired about her.

"What do you want, Changbin?" She snaps out, and I swear to god, hearing my name on her lips after so long is almost enough to make me come.

Instead, I arch a brow, and settle back into my seat.

"You." I reply back simply, bluntly, and watch the emotions flicker across her face at my answer-surprise, fear, anger.

"You had me." She spits back, hands clenching into fists, the movement rustling the thin slip of her dress against her thigh.

I resist the urge to let my gaze trail down to the swathe of skin I know has been revealed, but only barely.

She takes a brave step forward, eyes flashing.

"You had me, and then you threw me away, for this." She gestures vaguely at the room around us, the club below us, the music still pounding dully through the floor.

Anger threatens to crawl up my throat at her blatant naivety, but I swallow it down, and instead, say calmly, coolly, "I never stopped thinking about you."

"It's not enough." She hurls out angrily, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

She always was an angrier crier, something I'd teased her about for years, something that irritated her to no end.

"It's not enough, because you fucking broke my heart, Changbin, you stomped on it, shattered it, and ruined everything good for me ever again."

Something about her words catches my attention, alighting my interest.

Before I can ask her about it, she angrily swipes at her eyes and turns, stomping toward the door.

"I'm leaving. Let me go."

She tugs at the locked knob to no avail, and I tuck back a smile at how cute she looks struggling to get free.

Caught, little pet, you're mine now.

I reach into the drawer of the desk and pull out the dagger I keep there, calmly weaving it through my fingers, waiting for her to give me her attention once again.

She huffs out an exasperated breath, turning to me with fire in her eyes, "Changbin-"

She freezes the moment she sees the knife.

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Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He has a knife, and now he's going to kill you.

Your breath stalls in your throat, as Changbin flips the knife easily around in his fingers, seeming to admire the way it flashes in the low light of the room.

"I did it for you, you know." He muses, more to himself than anything, and you can't seem to take your gaze off the knife, swallowing hard against the dryness suddenly coating your mouth.

He glances up at you, and his dark eyes connect with yours, the knife stilling in his fingers.

Something jumps to life in your stomach.

"It doesn't matter." You manage to choke out, backing against the solidness of the door, your knees suddenly weak.

You hate to admit it, as he stands and stalks toward you, like a predator cornering its prey, that it's not entirely from fear.

"It does though." He remarks softly, closing in on you, expression serious, knife still dangling from his fingers. "Because some shitty street-fighting kid from the slums who could barely read couldn't provide for you, protect you, love you like you deserved."

He glances down, close now, the knife held between you.

Your breath is shallow, and your pulse is pounding.

"But Seo Changbin-crime boss, club owner,, millionaire-he absolutely could do all those things. All those things and more."

You swallow hard, as he glances up at you.

The heat in his eyes has warmth pooling between your thighs, and your next words come out on an unconvincing stutter.

"I'm not scared of you."

He smirks, dark brow arching.

"I know. But you're scared of the way my darkness coaxes your own to come out and play."

You jump as you feel the cold, flat edge of the dagger press into the skin of your upper thigh.

You gasp in a breath, and Changbin's eyes darken at the sound.

"Aren't you, pet?"

He slides the dagger slowly up your leg, rotating it so the sharp point pricks the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the whimper that's threatening to escape.

"S-stop." You choke out, though your body is screaming, reacting, telling him to keep going, a direct contradiction to your shaky words.

He arches a brow, and keeps going.

"Funny, pet, isn't it-" He muses, still dragging the tip of the dagger across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "-how our words can tell one story, but our bodies betray us every time."

The dagger tip dips into the traitorous wetness coating your skin beneath the short hem of your dress, and you take in a shuddering breath, your chest brushing his.

Triumph flashes in Changbin's eyes, and he leans in, removing the knife, before he brings it up to your chest, flicking the pebble of your peaking nipples through the almost sheer fabric of your dress.

The action makes you gasp, bucking your hips and arching into him involuntarily.

"Ah. There she is. Come out to play."

You swallow, hard, and he leans close, his breath brushing your jaw, nose skimming your ear.

He takes a deep inhale, nose buried in your hair, and releases it slowly, making you shiver.

A growl builds in his chest.

"God, pet, you're like a fucking drug, you know that?"

He slips the tip of the knife below your chin, forcing you to drop your head back against the door, staring up at him.

His eyes are dark, swallowed entirely by his pupils, and it sends your stomach swooping.

He reaches out, letting his thumb drag roughly across the full plumpness of your bottom lip.

"I still remember the way you taste."

Something in his tone, in the way he says the words, tells you he's not talking about your mouth any longer.

The thought sends instant molten heat directly to your core, and a surge of dark confidence spiraling inside of you.

You arch your brow at him in challenge.

"Wanna test the accuracy of your memory then?"

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God, she's fucking incredible.

Staring back at me like she's the one holding the knife, and it's not currently pressed to the soft, fleshy underbelly of her jaw.

My dick is so hard it's painful.

In a minute, I tell it silently, because there's still something from earlier, something she said, that I need to get to the bottom of first.

"Patience, pet." I murmur, a warning as much to her as to myself, as I take in a long inhale through my nose, and trace the column of her throat carefully with the sharp tip of the knife.

I don't miss the way her nipples harden even further with the motion.

"First, there's something we need to address."

"What?" She asks breathlessly, and the breathy quality of her voice has me groaning, digging my free hand into the door beside her head, if only to keep myself from bending her over the desk and taking her now.

"Earlier-" I grit out past clenched teeth, forcing myself to take an inhale once more and smooth over my expression. God, she's got me in a fucking chokehold, doesn't she? "-you said something about me ruining everything good for you ever again."

She flinches at the words between us, but I keep going.

"What did you mean, pet?"

At first, I think she'll resist, refuse to tell me, defiance flashing in her eyes briefly, but it's gone as quickly as it came, and she slumps against the door, letting out a long breath, something sad replacing the fiery look in her expression.

Fuck, I like the fire, bring back the fire.

This? This-melancholy, aching sadness? That's not the pet I know.

Another shuddering breath leaves her lips, and then she whispers into the stillness of the air between us, "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

Well, fuck.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank her head back.

"Well, now you don't have to." I growl out.

Surprise flashes briefly across her face, and then my lips are on hers in a bruising kiss, my knife still at her throat.

Fucking hell, she tastes just like I remember-sweet and soft and god, so fucking responsive.

She mewls as I lick into her mouth, and the sound goes straight to my already painfully hard dick.

The obsessions curls like dark, thick tendrils around my chest, squeezing so tight I can hardly breathe, and I know, I'll never love another woman like I love her.

Mine.

I separate us with a tug on her hair, and she whines at the loss of contact, and fuck, she's pretty.

Her eyes glazed, her lips parted, slick and swollen from my tongue, hair messy and wound between my fingers.

So fucking pretty, my pet.

I flick underneath her chin with the tip of the dagger, jerking my head over my shoulder in the direction of my desk.

"Get on the desk. Now."

She lifts her chin, defiance flashing across her gaze. "And if I don't?"

Ah. There she is. That's the pet I know, her darkness matching my own.

I tug harder on her hair in response, and let the dagger dig deeper into her throat. A single droplet of crimson blood beads beneath the blade.

"Now, pet." I command darkly, and this time, she listens.

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You slide your ass back on the desk, careful not to disturb anything or knock it to the ground, but you shouldn't have bothered, because Changbin sweeps it all off with a crash as soon as he reaches you.

You start a little at the sound of shattering glass, but he ignores everything but you, eyes dark and predatory, knife still in his hand.

"Spread your legs." He commands, and you do so without much thought, because resisting him this long has made you ache.

His palms go on your knees, spreading you wider for him, and glancing down at you, he lets out a growl of frustration beneath his breath, before slicing your panties cleanly off with the knife in one smooth motion, throwing them aside.

"Changbin-" You gasp out, but he ignores you, tossing the blade aside before sinking to his knees between your legs.

"You know I don't like barriers, pet. I'm not a patient man."

He glances up at you, expression hungry, eyes dark.

A slight smirk curves his lips.

"Now, let's see if memory serves, hm, pet?"

And without warning, he drops his mouth to you.

Fuck, you forgot how talented Changbin is with his tongue.

You choke on your breath, arching your back, your fingers tangling into his hair, whimpers leaving your lips without your bidding, erratic and frenzied.

He doesn't stop until your legs are shaking and you're crying out his name on every other breath, coming so hard you see stars, and even then, he doesn't pull back until you're begging him to stop, body on the verge of collapse.

He sits back, large palms still on your inner thighs, and slowly licks his shining lips, holding your gaze the whole time.

A shaky, insane sort of laugh leaves you, your body jello, lying splayed on his desk, your ripped panties god knows where.

"So?"

He tilts his head, eyes darkening.

"Better than I remembered, pet. So much fucking better."

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She sits up then, which, I'll give her credit for, because I really gave it my all, and her arms are visibly shaking, but the stubborn look is back on her face, and my god, it takes everything in my willpower not to immediately dive back between her heavenly legs and make her come until she's screaming my name again.

Instead, I wait, as she scoots to the edge of my desk and motions me forward with a crook of her finger.

Anyone else's head would be on the line if they pulled that shit with me, but not her, never her.

God, I'm fucking in deep.

"This is a nice suit." She muses, twisting her fingers through the belt loops, tugging me closer.

"You think so, pet?" I murmur back, not even bothering to hide my smirk.

"Mhm." She hums back, before something wicked comes across her pretty features. "It stays on."

Ah, dark little pet.

Her fingers make quick work of the zipper and closure, and I can't stop the groan that passes my lips as I finally spring free.

She doesn't miss the sound, tugging me back with her as she lays back on the desk, eyes flashing with triumph that goes straight to my already steely hard on.

"How long?" She asks, and I know what she's implying by the darkly mischievous look on her pretty face.

"Ever since you walked into the goddamn club, pet."

Fucking boner hasn't gone away since.

I groan again as she finally fists me, and the sound drops into a growl as she teases me, brushing me along the warm, soft skin of her thighs.

My hand comes up to clamp down on her own.

"Put it in, pet, or I'll do it myself."

Her brow arches in challenge, and god, if that doesn't turn me on.

"Condom?" She asks, and I immediately shake my head.

"No barriers, pet."

I see her chest rise and fall with a quick breath, as if she's fully taking in what that means, and then without warning, she slides me inside.

Fuck, if I don't see stars.

I could be inside this woman forever.

I brace myself on the desk and take in a breath, frozen for a moment, because now that I'm finally feeling her again, I feel as if I might explode, and I want this moment to last forever.

She shifts, clenching, making me let out a hiss through my teeth, and when I glance up at her, she's smirking.

It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

She arches a brow in a challenge of her own.

"Move, Changbin, or I'll do it myself."

I growl, leaning forward to collar her throat with my hand, and as I do so, I thrust, making her gasp and arch against the desk.

"Careful what you wish for, pet."

She smiles, and I feel her darkness twine around my own.

It's the best fucking feeling in the entire world.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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@scarabrat asked for my fav jjk osts so i shall deliver >:33 ….. i tried to limit myself but. it didn’t go very well. i love these soundtracks so fucking much oughhhhhh

anyway!!! in order of appearance:

ryomen sukuna

FULL-BODY SHIVERS . GORGEOUS . TERRIFYING. LITERALLY PERFECT FOR HIM . godddddd literally every single part of this song is SO sukuna and it’s just so seamless??? the choral parts fading into more traditionally eastern melodies….. it’s just . such a gorgeous gorgeous ost. i love that the choir in particular returns so much in sukuna’s s2 tracks ……. i can’t help but love him he’s so fucking sick

countermeasure for domain expansion

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HYPE . SOSO HYPE. I WILL CRY . i have nothing to say for this one it’s literally just earworms for my shounen meathead brain (BUT GOD IT’S JUST . suchhh a beautifully constructed track it drives me wild)…….

stand in the darkness

my goddddddddddddddd this one….. the vocals are gorgeous... the instrumentals are stunning…. AND THE LYRICS . ”swear that you’ll still watch over me”………. :((((((( hhhhhh . it’s just such a lovely song. it makes me cry . i especially love the final ”the world keeps on spinning // as if nothing had happened” line…………….. it’s so perfect for yuji :(((( also sugu . but we can’t get into that i’ll cry and throw up

hollow purple

:3333 MY BELOVED . you know i had to. the beat drop goes so ridiculously hard it’s ????????? i’m STILL not over it this ost is such a mindtrip 😭 and the build up is soooooo tasty. wowow. the chorus goes so crazy it sounds like a geometry dash song and i love it SO much . it’s ear candy . perfect for gojo and his silly little reality breaking attack / out of this world attitude <333 i’ll love this track forever and ever it’s so FUNNNNN!!!!!

special grade vengeful cursed spirit: RIKA

SOOOOO INSANELY HYPE. I LOVE RIKA. this is such an insane track and it’s sooooo perfect for her. the way it starts so strongly only to slowly fade into a tender melody…. it’s just so good. her scenes are so good !!!! the dichotomy she has!!!!! honestly i just love every single part of this i think it’s so wonderful….. but the first part esp scratches my brain :33

this is pure love

we all knew it was coming <3333 it’s just. suchhhh a gorgeous track . the soft piano motif coming back full force…. i absolutely ADORE the geto vs yuuta fight and their final clash never ever fails to get me emotional!!!! then there’s obviously the stsg scene right after :’3 the fact that this track only plays for yuuta/rika and satosugu will never not make me feel insane . i like to think of it as the one and only moment they both opened their hearts to one another completely so . the name is fitting. stsg against the world that is all 🙏 this track paired w sakurai’s voice acting made me cry like a BABY……

if i am with you

OUGHHHHH . OUGH . another one that Has to be on this list bc it’s just …,.. soooooo fucking beautiful i love every single scene that it’s used in and i love how much it adds to the scenes in question. the aquarium!!!! satoru’s enlightenment!!!!!! his ”the world just feels so, so wonderful right now.” line is one of my favs…… this track is just so stunning i can’t even believe it :((( esp when it gets to the climax….. feels so unbelievably bittersweet. i think it conveys the whole theme of ”all good things must come to an end” soooo well …..

delirious

BANGERRRRRR . BANGER . toji vs gojo round 2 my BELOVED when this started playing i fell to my knees and wept 🙏🙏🙏 IT’S SO GOODDDDD i absolutely adore the hollow purple leitmotif at 1:20!!!!!!!!!! soso much!!!!!!! it’s the perfect theme for gojo…. it’s just so hype and fun………. top 3 anime osts to go insane to

arrogance

THIS OST . GOD . GODDDDDDD . :(((((((( our sugu’s turning point …… i think what breaks my heart most is how Hopeful it sounds . how light it is. one thing i wish people talked about more when it comes to suguru’s choice is that it really did save his life!!!! i think it was always very much a ”me or them” situation…… one has to die . and just… hearing this theme . which really does sound so enlightened . to me . almost like a condescending parody of if i am with you/all of gojo’s themes…… i just love it so muchhhhhh this is one of my absolute favs…. gosh……… it adds so much to the scene it’s insane!!!! i love suguru geto . sobs.

premature

give it up for cult leader geto our beloved <33 i HAD to mention this one bc i just . am so weak. for auditory storytelling . the uncoordinated clapping turning controlled once geto makes his choice……. once he gains control of his mind again. it’s sooo terrifying in a way . for the record the scene where this plays is one of my Absolute Favs in all of jjk i literally cried dilly . episode 5 my BELOVED.

three years of youth overflowing

i am nothing if not predictable <33 but i really do love this track soooo much. it caught me so off guard!!!!! i love how they adapted the reunion scene….. the SMILE on gojo’s face that only lasts a split second :((((( this just sounds so nostalgic and lovely and it really does encompass their most cherished moments together!!!!! the piano……. sniffle…. genuinely just The most gorgeous ost ever

that one unreleased ost that plays at the very end of the kenjaku confrontation and completely shattered my brain chemistry

KENNY THE ACTUAL LOMLLLLLLLLL HE’S SO GOOD. THIS OST IS SO GOOD. IT BLEW ME AWAY. it’s so. imposing somehow. but also so calm. it has this magical vibe…… it literally sounds like a ghibli ost at the very end and i love it SO much it’s so perfect for him. it changed who i am as a person. when kenjaku does their speech and flaunts the prison realm before leaving… LIFE CHANGING . it’s just gorgeous i’m PRAYING that it makes a comeback in s3 maybe specifically for my belovedest jjk fight yuki vs kenny vs choso…. though i could honestly see this playing somewhere during the zenin confrontation. ANYWAY i just love it the final part is soso tasty :3

OKKKK THAT’S ALL.,… i lied here r the honourable mentions :333

occult phenomenon research club / the beginning / straw doll technique resonance / it’s a promise / a mission / toji fushiguro / no hesitation / memories / jujutsu sorcerer - nobara kugisaki / highest jumping …. (nobara 🤝 having banger theme songs)

anyway . THANK YOU FOR READING THIS DILLY plspls share your favs as well …. if you want……. no pressure ……… (a little pressure)……………. (i Really want 2 know 😔) here is a cute sugu for you. he loves you <3333

#not mentioning ao no sumika and akari bc i will Not be able to stfu 😭😭 probably my fav anime op/ed ever……..#bold words but i stand by them !!#anyway PHEWWWWW there are so many good ones it’s insane . hiroaki tsutsumi my beloved #i think i have the softest spot for the hidden inventory soundtrack though!!#the songs r just. light and breathy and nostalgic and bittersweet … the bell chimes . oughhhhhhhh #i’ve been meaning to make a list for this tysm for asking dilly 🙏🙏#sending you lots of good vibes :3 #ari noises ✩

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sieglinde-freud · 5 months

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Can I get you started on the derailment of Duncan and Courtney?

what is this, a total drama vent blog now? but yeah you can :) under cut

i think the derailment of courtney is like five thousand times more annoying than duncan but that might j be bc i dont really like duncan (hes fine in island, kinda boring in action (didnt deserve his win idgaf that shouldve been harold there. yes im still mad lindsay went home instead of him in rock n rule), and the entirety of that mid section of world tour just revolving around him and the stupid love triangle drama is SO annoying. and then he makes final five FOR WHAT??? FOR WHAT???? im sick of his ass. what was i talking about. right) but either way theyre both two very major characters so its just really sad to see them both fall victim to horrible characterization? cuz you start in island right and in general island is a lot more grounded than the other seasons and leans more into the fact that theyre all 2000’s teenage stereotypes so in island theyre just the good ol cliche good girl/bad boy couple its iconic, its cute, WAY more entertaining than gwent (but they get a pass cuz gwen was basically the main character of that season. u go girl. go get that bag AND that boring wet dog man) and its just nice. courtney shows signs of being controlling but for the most part duncan’s attitude gets courtney to loosen up a bit and have fun and courtney made duncan a better person.

and then action happens and then courtney is like. rightfully mad she got screwed out of the season after harold gets her kicked off and no one gaf but its like. you can see where this could go and it doesnt look great. not much happens for duncan except he gets more insufferable bc they didnt give him any friends this season? unlike when he geoff and dj to bounce off of now he just picks fights with harold and the other gaffers which IS funny but. basically action is where the red flags start being put up. their relationship is. fine. like i liked it at the time but knowing where it heads is upsetting. anyways

then u get to world tour and theyre close to their island dynamic again (with the exception of gwen being there…) but then duncan quits first episode which i think was actually a great choice bc of how courtney finally gets to stand on her own as a character without him (i actually really like duncney. but her character was always tied to him in some way yk?) and make her own friends and it was looking great! until i see london and everything goes to shit. dude comes back, cheats on courtney, and then everyone on that god forsaken plane gets involved. first of all, ISLAND DUNCAN WOULD NEVER??? no fucking way. not even action duncan. dude was HOOKED on her crazy ass. AND FOR GWEN?!?! who has never been the same since island but thats a different thing. but they had literally zero romantic chemistry. all they have in common is that theyre both alt kids. NOT EVEN THE SAME KIND OF ALTERNATIVE! just alt. ugh. and then courtney gets sent into a spiral which, is a valid reaction to getting cheated on i do not blame her. and w/ someone you thought was ur friend like i GET IT. and i am on her side. but then her character goes back to ONLY EVER BEING ABOUT DUNCAN except this time its how much she hates him and her character just. pauses! she doesnt go anywhere else from i see london until shes eliminated inn… what was it. chinese fakeout? like shes just a hater who makes zero meaningful relationships aside from getting played by alejandro and shes just. like its just. its not good. and to know that any of this only happened bc the producers forced a duncney break up. girl sit DOWNNN

and then all stars just tramples them even more. since when has duncan ever gave a shit what people think of him? jojo siwa acting ass with this “im a bad boy!1!!!!” act island duncan would never. and then courtney. ohh courtney. she got flushed down a toilet force feeding herself ice cream with bird shit on it. all i gotta say (but also. nerfed bc she literally has an iron stomach in chinese fake out. whatever)

i still love them though. well, i love courtney. duncans alright but still neither of them deserved any of that

#asks #all of this was j pure stream of consciousness so unsure how clear it is #but yeah. their fate makes me so angry #and like i would even get breaking them up if they just did it well. but for GWEN?!?!#ugh. UGH. it was so bad. courtney my queen i’ll get u out of there i’ll save you

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echotzzz · 1 year

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“Elain should stop being annoying and accept Lucien already”

umm okay since when woman rejected or disliked a man… annoying??

Do Acotar fandom understand what it means to accept a mating bond??

It means you will bind yourself to that other person FOREVER. Be it your soul, body everything. He is yours and you are his. Like they cant get divorce or start a new life w someone else if that fail. This is not a simple bf/gf thing like this is a big deal, very permenant and forever once u accept. Its completely fine if you two ALREADY FALLEN IN LOVE and the mating bond is there to seal the deal. Like that’s romantic

But for Elain that never was the case. She has NO FEELINGS for Lucien. Her heart belongs to Graysan when her mating bond was revealed. And when she start to move on from him she develop feelings for Azriel along the process.

Like cant yall understand why she couldnt just “accept” Lucien.

“But she should give Lucien a chance”

this mentality or mind set really falls down to the mating bond and how the majority of the fandom sees the mating bond only from Lucien’s pov. Yeah he’s hurting not denying that and its sucks for him. But cant people sees this from Elain’s pov as well??

The place she came from there is no mating bond. She turned fae against her will and suddenly said to be some Fae’s mate whom she doesnt know anything about and whom she sees as the one who “betrayed her family” whether he’s guilty or not, but In her mind Lucien literally allied with the bad people that kidnapped her. Do you think Elain will ready to fall in love w him?? or attempts to open her heart for him??Like lets be real no bs if you’re in Elain postion will you see Lucien as this trustworthy, safe, worthy of her love kind of guy? I need people to be serious here coz Elain reaction to lucien made perfectly sense to me I dont know why people are so mad!! the first reaction of Elain to him were: “She cringed away from the coat, from him” .

Her being wary around him made sense to me and some people even went further to said Elain’s racist or a snob needs to bffr. Yall insane.

People would say it will be like feysand coz they also start in a bad place coz rhys is the ‘villain’ in book 1 but Feyre first word abt rhys was he’s the most beautiful man she ever seen. Theres ATTRACTION. AND HATE. which is good coz when there’s hate there’s PASSION and that could lead to FEELINGS.

and believe it or not Elain and Lucien did try spent time w e/o. Remember that tea time and in acofas?

And theyre being so polite to each other too. Elain is indifferent towards him. There is just awkwardness. Both Elain and Lucien has no interest in bridging the gap. Both cannot stand in e/o presence in a room more than 2 min (Lucien’s word not mine). Visiting Elain is not always in Lucien’s agenda when he’s in the night court. And thats canon per Acofas & Acosf. They’re just not into each other. You cannot tell me the reason Lucien even look at Elain is not because of the mating bond. Attraction and feelings cannot be forced full stop.

“Elain need to learn how to cope coz mating bond is her culture now”

She started gaining control of her life. Which readers expect that of her right?? to have a backbone? to be the narrator of her own FATE? RIGHT????

so why is it so shocking and oh so horrible for Elain to not want her mating bond? We see previous MCs rebel and protest to fight for their story but why drew a line for elain?

we accept her character development to be this independant woman who would not be coddled, some even want her to leave the Night Court to find her true self.

We want all the above for her EXCEPT her control over her love life. When it comes down to the person she should love, kiss and fuck, In that terms Elain should submit to the bond and just shut up??????

“Oh no how dare she reject her mate!! how dare she liked Azriel and not her mate!! the audacity, she’s so blind to his kindness, the jacket, the gloves, the pearl he gave her!! how dare she be so annoying and hurts his feeling. Elain GET IT TOGETHER HOE!!!%*\”

Cant yall see how irony this is?? What happened to attraction and feelings? Does that should be thrown out of the window?

Why is it a rocket science for Elain to actually like Azriel?? This fandom worship Azriel and want him to fuck them in their dreams (im not making this up). Why its ok for the readers to be attracted to Az but not Elain??

Its not rocket science its just this fandom already has this mindset about the mating bond and the perks of having a mate. Feysand and Nessian are what successful mate couple look like.

But we shouldnt be naive enough to believe that ALL MATING BOND ARE HEALTHY

Theres a lot of unhealthy mating bond mentioned briefly such as tamlin’s and Rhysand’s parents and a couple more from the Creacent City series.

Rhys said the mating bond is not a perfect system.

You can feel bad for Lucien. Thats fair. And it sucks to know that male has stronger mate instinct than the female. But what yall cant do is to put the blame on Elain. Both Elain and Lucien are the victim of the mating bond. The fault belong to the Mating Bond system and the Society that urge male to covet their female mate and have whatever it takes to make the bond work.

Wouldnt his fan wants him to find his own person who loves him for who he is? Thats literally what Lucien craves for. Acceptance. Atp Elain’s body language and reaction showed that she’s anything but accept him. And truly I dont see that will change anytime soon. SJM has spent 4 books and not any point we see Elain beginning to change her mind. Acosf literally showed that.

“If Elain will not end up with Lucien then why haven’t she properly reject him yet?”

This is not real life. Yeah!!! Elain’s happened to be a book character. And in books there are storytelling aspects and huge plot reveal. You cannot expect a huge moment in a character’s arc be done in any other people pov?

Like why people really want the news of Elain finally rejecting Lucien be in Nesta’s pov? Wheres the fun in that?? it didnt make any sense. Obv SJM is waiting for it to be in ELAIN’S BOOK whenever that will come out. So cant yall just wait?? Like pls just think for a sec.

“Elain doesnt deserve Lucien”

okayyyyyy…is that a dig at Elain? Coz like I said Lucien deserve someone who wants him for him and thats not Elain and vice versa.

“they should end up together coz they are mates”

Im sorry but mating bond will NEVER be the ultimate factor to fall in love with someone or SJM’s reason for her characters endgame. And certainly not for Elain who will marry for love. For all of grayson fault, Elain did truly loved him once.

Feyre doesnt love Rhys bcoz of the bond, but bcoz of love she agreed to bond w him.

…..

So to end this long post I would remind people that this is a romance story. Where the end game will be two people in love. So ATTRACTION and FEELINGS plays a huge role for the build up.

Also I highly think Lucien or the mating bond are not what Elain hates the most. I think she hate the fact that she has no say in this. That her choice are being taken away. And everyone around her expecting her to just accept the bond.

I genuinely dont have anything against people that actually ship elucien for their aesthetic and really hope for their endgame. Some people want Elain & Lucien to break the mating bond together to free themsleves of the fate that control their choices and along the way get to know e/o and developing feelings and so on. See!! this is a good story which doesnt diminish anyone’s character arc and certainly allow all characters to have a choice. “I love u for who u are and not because of the bond” Like with SJM masterful writing that could be pretty lit.

With that being said, I really side eyed and hate those who treat Elain as the devil incarnate for refusing Lucien and called her “shallow, dumb, indecisive, selfish” follow with “she will see her mistake, she will beg forgiveness, she will realise that she’s so blind to the-” oh no no no

Her feelings are valid. Refusing Lucien has been put as one of her flaws or why she should be hated is SO CRAZY to me. Yall dont want people to coddles her or treat her like a child so then…pls start accepting her words as it is. Dont try to twist it or double it down. If she says she’s part of the night court, then she’s part of the night court. If she says she doesnt owe Lucien anything, that means she doesnt owe him shit.

#elain archeron #pro elain #pro elain archeron #rant

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Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 5 💌

Summary: You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes: Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,000 💌 <= Previous | Chapter 6 =>

It was nearing the end of summer in this quiet little mountain town and today unlike most, it was literally so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was too quiet for comfort. This could only mean one thing and one thing only. Something was about to go down.

A young girl stands in her bed room by the window. Looking out over the normally busy streets she saw absolutely no movement "Something's not right here." She could sense that something was off, but what was it? What could possibly be happening right now? Whatever it was (Y/N) was going to get to the bottom of it. Upon leaving the house it became apparent of where she needed to go. Whenever something happens whose fault is it normally "Cartman"

[1 hour earlier, in Cartman's basement]

"We are gathered here today to forge the basic idea of this new game many of our fellow classmates have requested. The simple game of war between humans and elves. Now I think we can do much better than that. Think about it did Hitler just systematically kill every Jew he saw, no! He had a reason for it." Kyle stood up but Stan covered his mouth not want things to take a turn for the worst, knowing how the two tend to have very intense and violent aftermaths. Cartman stood among the rest of the 4th grade boys in front whiteboard. He had been thinking about the game all summer, but no one wanted to play a game where they have to beat up Kyle. Instead he recognized that the last time they played medieval that Kyle wanted to make an elf army to oppose him, so he just had to work with that. Tweek raised his hand

"Yes Tweek? It better be good." Cartman said in a very stern tone which made Tweek start to shake uncontrollably "AH-t,t-t-To much p-Pressure. Ah w-what if we like AH were fighting over a s-stick!" Cartman put down the whiteboard marker and sighed "Ugh that's lame Tweek! What did I say about lame ideas." Clyde put a hand on Tweeks shoulder and stood up and spoke "What if it was the stick of truth." Cartman stopped "That's, that's genius!" Cartman wrote it up on the board and circled it "Okay so we will use my backyard as the human's base 'The Kingdom of Kupa Keep' if you will and the elf base will be at Kyle's since we have the biggest backyards. I will be the Grand Wizard king of the humans and Kyle will be what ever he wants to be, I don't care. We shall ready the bases and commence the game in 1 hour. All those who want to be one the awesome human team, to the backyard! Everyone else follow Kahl."

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The walk to Cartman's was interesting. You started to notice that the town felt different, almost as if you was being watched. You looked up at the tree in front of Cartman's house there was a target hanging from it. Walking up to Cartman's door you could hear movement from the backyard. You knocked on the door, Cartman's mom opened it with a smile "Why hello (Y/N) come in the others are in the backyard." You nod heading for the backyard.

"What the ever loving fantasy game!" Your jaw was on the floor, this was the most amazing thing that you had ever witnessed in your life to date. It was a dream come true.

"Amazing isn't it? It only took and hour to set up and assign everyones duties. Would you like a tour?"

You was practically drooling "Yes please." Your eyes were as big as saucers and you started spa-zing out like Tweek.

"Over here we have our black smithery run by Clyde, and on your left the stables run by Scott Malkinson" The two of you continued into the tent to be met by, "Kenny?" You gave your friend a very confused look. Kenny was wearing Zelda's dress without his coat, exposing his smooth pale skin. You wanted to touch it. He still wore his hood but some of his natural blond hair fell out from his hood and on top of the hood he wore a blond wig which seem counter productive.

"Princess Kenny actually, just go with it. Now if you look over here, we have the greatest and most powerful artifact in the universe. The Stick of Truth, whoever wields it controls the universe. So currently I the Grand Wizard of the human control the universe." You marveled at the stick and then at Princess Kenny who oddly enough made a really convincing princess which made you jealous.

"So can I play?"

Cartman started laughing "You really think I'm going to let a fuck'n girl play, you really are a dumb bitch." He put his arm around princess Kenny "Right Kenny a girl could never play." Kenny looked at you with an apologetic look "I'm sorry (Y/N) I have to agree with Cartman. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

You crossed your arms and pouted "Fine then, I didn't want to play your stupid dorky nerd game anyways! I have better things to be doing anyhow!" You flipped them both off with both hands and walked out of the tent pissed. Stomping past Craig and Clyde you flipped them off too. Craig just flipped you off back and Clyde started to tear up like he was about to cry very confused at what he had done wrong. You continued to stomp out the door and yelled "You haven't seen the last of me you fat ass!" You left and Craig finally put his hand down "She just took my trade mark." All the while Clyde started crying.

You took off to Kyle's house seeing as how Kyle mentioned that he made the elf army when they first met. "An enemy of an enemy is a friend in my book."

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