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novalizinpeace · 3 months

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Remember when you explained the hierarchy of the heretics? I really love this pyramid. It was made in such a logical way, but seeing this pyramid brought this question to my mind. Is there a hierarchy system (pyramid) of those on the Prototype's side? So, for example, creatures like Catnap and Huggy Wuggy are on the side of the Prototype, if I understand correctly. So do you have a hierarchy system for them?

(Personally, I think Catnap would be at the top of this pyramid. But I would like to hear your opinion more)

yup, i actually had it at the same time that the other one, but i was waiting for someone to ask for it.

Just so you know, all classifications and stuff like that was made by Alba, she like to keep track of everything, incluying the other side of the factory. Since she know the cult has a strongly religious view, she decided to classificate them in a ''religious'' way

1- The prototype ''Lucifer''

''Never had fully she him, but we all know his image is more that our eyes could deal with, forming himself with everything he can found, there's no limit for the creature that call himself the owner of the true. I know his intentions weren't wrong at the beginning, but now... I can't call him my saviour nor my angel, no when he has become blind with pride, just like the one that create us all''

2- First PJ ''Lilith''

''There's a reasons Play.co started to make all experiments genderless, they try to give reproductive organs to a experiments once, and the result was Lilith, a Pug-a-Pillar that only need Poppy serum to survive, but that instead of grown would produce new ''baby pjs'' that came from eggs similar to a kinder surprise. It was a success in the beginning, they thought she was the answer to the financial problem, and the possibility to sell the babies as pets was even in paper, but... she start to morph, the babies start to come out bigger, hunger, and dangerous. She was caged underground without serum in hopes to stop her transformation and the egg production, but after the Hour of Joy the prototype broke a Pipeline and create a source of food for her, making her grown to the point she's now. Yeah, we all get to eat the babies to survive, but the idea of her existence under us is even scary that the own prototype.''

3- Catnap ''Paimon''

''So loyal to his superhero, that he's unable to see all the crimes the prototype has send him to commit in his name. His claws are dirty with children blood, and that something nobody can come back, but... I think there's still someone inside him, someone that Nell also know, but i don't know is theres even a way to reach to that child, a child that is deep sleep in the red smoke''

4- Candy Cat ''Beelzebub''

''The only reason we hadn't a Pug-a-Pillar infestation in the factory, he's so big but at the same time is till able to get into place he's not supposed to be, i guess is a cat ability of sort. He eat everything, no matter what, no matter if is ally or enemy, he just eat. Somehow, he eat a full beam from the playcare construction, said beam broke his skin from his stomach, and still, he's alive. No sure what can kill this beast.''

5- Boxy Boo ''Leviathan''

''The gatekeeper of the prototype's room, he's more intelligent that it show, an actually dangerous predator, he knows how to be really quiet, to the point of make you release that you're fucked when the music box start, but luckily, he's also only like human prey, so is weird to see him attack us. Daddy was a idiot and tried to show off by dare him into a fight, he thought that would impress Mommy and make her interesed in him (she wouldn't, he was too chatty and weepy in her eyes), what a way to make Mommy a ''widow'', but Boxy was a good winner at least, just taking Daddy body and leaving us alone.''.

6-Miss Delight ''Astaroth''

''The only reason she's still alive is 'cause Catnap feel pity for her, and 'cause we found her useful, since she know where are all Play.Co documents, and is full of random information that has help us more that in one ocassion. Her mind is completly gone, but by just giving her a piece of food she become docile. Just for the note, never mention or ask for Barb, 'cause she would speak for hours about her, to the point of force you to speak with Barb and follow the ''conversation'' she affirm the pointy shit is making with you. Nell make the mistake once and was enough to never make him put a foot in the school again, and that was 6 years ago, and Delight keep saying ''where's the doggy coming back? Barb want to resume their talk with some tea'', i can't even tell him without laughing.''

7- The followers

''they're just hungry, and desesperate. The Pjs were born in the cult, and are blindly loyals, while the rest are just broke enough to don't give a fight, they just follow the prototype and hope, pray to be the next sacrifice to stop their misery, to stop the hunger''.

#i take big inspirations in ''aliens Vs predators'' for some things here #poppy playtime #smiling critters arg #ask #nova say

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streaminn · 1 year

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Song 2: Alright by Keshi

Forever Is a big word, Enid knew that.

Forever was what Enid promised to Wednesday that night as the fire burned all around them. Time and her presence was all Enid can give, it's all she had.

Surely Wednesday can understand if she kept a little bit of time between them right? Just a smidge, enough for them to be better for themselves before they be better together.

But Enid can never have anything for herself so forever will be the time her heart will bleed in the cavity she calls chest. She watches with bated breath as Wednesday says those two words with such blissful ignorance to what it did to the werewolf standing just a few steps away.

"I do," Wednesday whispers and Enid makes sure to look away soon after.

Sometimes Enid wonders when she started getting so good at hiding what she truly felt.

Was it when she tried to be strong? To showcase that she couldn't be bent? that someone like her wasn't affected by things like fighting to the death, captured by a stalker or getting tossed out like yesterday's trash-

Out of topic.

Maybe, just maybe Enid is still a little salty about what happened two years ago.

But today isn't about her because today is Wednesday's wedding! A wedding that Enid wonders if she could just ditch.

Its the after party now, one that is nestled deep in the Addams manor's numerous ballrooms. You'd think being in a room with so many people could curb the aching outsider feeling in Enid's chest but nope!

Even when surrounded by friends and extended family, she has never wanted to dissappear from the world so much until now.

It doesn't help that her head is so noisy today- whispering and latching onto emotions that she can't control. Her status may be envied but let's see how envious they'll be once they realized how their own thoughts never seem to shut up. Even glancing over the people in the room, hoping that they'd latch onto some random simpleton and leave her alone didn't work.

Nothing works now, not since Wednesday left her.

Even glancing at the bride wasn't enough, they she wanted more. They seek her touch, her presence, her all- to see her standing next to someone that isn't her makes them claw and scream.

Enid is tempted to follow them.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Enid shifts, her eyes meeting a lady with curled black hair. She has a smile on her face, her cheeks dusted a light pink. With a tip of her head, she gives a curtsy like she was walking up to royalty and not a frazzled werewolf.

Unworthy, her mind hisses. Enid ignores them.

"May I have this dance?"

She's pretty, Enid notes.

A nice smile, a cute dimple.

She's not Wednesday.

Enid glances back towards the bride and she blinks because Wednesday is looking right back at her. Her gaze is hard to read and it itches the longer they stare.

Theres a thrum of excitement in her blood and her heart rate spikes at the realization.

She's taking the vows back! Some thinks.

She knows what we feel, others sulk. She hates us.

Come back, it begs.

For the first time, Enid couldn't understand what Wednesday was thinking. Was she angry? Jealous?

Its scary, how glad Enid couldn't know for sure. Any answer would break her after all.

And then, Wednesday offers her a smile. It pathetic, how such a simple thing immedietely warms Enid's heart. She must be doing this in purpose but no, Wednesday is just there, smiling to her.

There is no teeth. It is but a simple tilt of her head with eyes so unbearably soft. There's a slight dip in her cheek, a dimple. It's a rare smile, one she has seen once before.

This must be what Aphrodite looks like, Enid reveres.

But then, her mind starts thinking.

Why? Why is Wednesday smiling at her? Is this support? Did she think she should take the dance?

She doesn't know how I feel.

An almost hysterical laugh bubbles out of Enid's throat.

How painful.

To encourage her to be with someone else when her heart is clearly with Wednesday alone.

Or, maybe it wasn't any of that at all.

Maybe it's just a gesture of kindness, of joy and appreciation. There is no underneath, nothing hidden, a simple 'I'm glad you're here.'

The thought hurts and if Enid could bowel over and simply cry in this room, she would.

But she's better than that.

Enid is twenty, she is far from the shaky emotional teenager of eighteen. So she takes a breath, ignores the cries and tears in her mind and gathers her composure.

Her smile doesn't reach her eyes and yet, Enid smiles back because as much as she hates Wednesday, she loves her so much more.

Theres a ring in her phone, it's loud and unbearable but even then- Enid picks it up.

She doesn't need to look at the number to know. There's only one person with a personal ringtone after all.

Its late at night and she really shouldn't be doing this but it's not her fault that sleep is harder to catch with everyday that passes.

It must be another fight, her brain thinks and Enid squeezes her eyes shut because fuck that shouldn't be what she should be thinking.

The rustling of wind on the other end proves her mind right. Wednesday never stays in her house when an argument happens.

Too encompassing, she had described once. The air helps me think.

Enid is glad, that she couldn't see what such arguments does to Wednesday. She wouldn't be surprised if she wakes up doing something she wouldn't would regret.

"Hello Enid," Wednesday starts and her voice is dry. It would've cracked if the woman didn't have such impeccable voice control. "i knew you would be awake at this time."

The lie is bitter on Enid's tongue and she laughs. Wednesday knows that she goes to bed early but the Raven also knows that she would always be there to answer her call.

You're so cruel, she wants to snap but Enid is twenty one and she's tired.

"saw it in a vision?" Enid teases and she leans on her headboard, her eyes closing and she simply dreams that they're talking face to face. She dreams and thinks that Wednesday isn't hours away. "I'm flattered that I'm still in your head despite all these years."

Wednesday's nexts words are careful. She never comes for consolation, only familiarity. That is all Enid is, an unchanging rock. Stable.

If only she knew.

Something shifts in Enid's head and she doesn't need to look out to see the full moon at its peak.

Wonderful timing, seems like she just found the reason for the argument.

"I meant it when you're indelible, Enid." those words would have lit a fire in the werewolf of three years ago, but all Enid of the present could do is force out a laugh.

And so that was how her night went. She sat in the dark of her room, listening and talking to the love of her life. Spent a full moon watching what could've been hers fall back in love with the one who had hurt her.

Another moon of sleeping on call, knowing she would wake up with a bedside forever empty and the sign of an ended call on her burning phone.

"I'm sorry, Enid."

A sharp pain stung into her head as Enid bit back a reply.

Sorry?

What are you sorry abo-

This was just the full moon talking, she consoles herself. Think this carefully.

What was she even sorry for? For keeping a phone that Enid knows only holds her number? For only calling for situations like these and nothing more? Sorry for coming to her because everything Wednesday does is calculated and Enid knows - Gods does she know that Wednesday knows that the werewolf could never turn her away.

The smile in her face is bittersweet and the temptation to crush the phone grows.

Its no wonder she thinks that way, after all when Enid said forever that night long ago, Wednesday knew it had not been a lie.

Or I'm too lazy to draw so have this Lil one shot. It can be a standalone but it's based on a spin off to my streamer Enid au where Enid has a twin and Wednesday marries them!

Also omy, is Enid hearing voices? Ayuppp, being a grimwolf isn't all fun and games yallll

Hope you liked it and tell me your thoughts :D

#wenclair #enid sinclair #Angst #Writing #Wednesday Addams #Pile of thoughts #Hermit au

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savagebisand · 8 months

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y'all are so funny to me over here panicking and stressing meanwhile my state of delusion runs so deep that I simply refuse to accept canon if it differs from my prediction and I predict an angry sandray makeout at the music club BABEY!! Sand ain't holding rays shirt that tight whilst ray grips tf outta him for no reason. Also these are the faces of men who are toRn between a carnal desire to claim the other and another desire to shove him away and scoff in his face. ITS DELICIOUS. like look at how desperate rays expression is, he's trying to come off fierce but it's so clear how much he needs sand to reaffirm he still wants ray. Its like his face is begging sand to hold him and dig his claws in right back and kiss him hard even as he knows sand will likely shove him off and tell him to get lost.

Sand looks like a man on the edge between desire and spite, theres this pained look like he's fighting a losing battle. It's evident part of him wants to push ray around a little and yell at how stupid and selfish he is but another part is seeing the ray he's grown to care for, seeing those hollow eyes searching over him for hope and part of sand wants to crumble and give ray what he needs. Even if ray doesn't know how bad he needs it. Sand always wants to give ray what he needs. It's something he's growing to despise in himself whilst still being unable to resist the pull of. Now personally, I could be sad and frustrated or I could sit back and enjoy the yummy angsty meal JoJo is serving me about the hold love has on us and the ugly ways it can make us act.

Look, love is often glamorised to us as this beautiful wholesome thing that always mends and completes you. And sure love is that. But narratives often neglect to present the other side of love too, it can be selfish, possessive, confusing, desperate, all consuming, jaded, frustrating. It's a breath of fresh air to finally see a show, particularly a BL at that, highlighting the complexities of catching feelings and being in love whilst still capturing the hope that lingers and the beautiful moments mixed in when you see the best in someone as well as the worst. It reminds me a lot of The Priests speech on Love from the series Fleabag:

It's in The way that by the point you see them showing an ugly side it doesn't matter because they're already beautiful to you. It makes you fight for them to show up for themselves and you, even in moments you'd rather walk away and wash your hands of it. I have no idea if they'll get their happy endings. But I know that part of the fascination of watching sandray for me is that I have been that person, unable to give up on a love against all odds because what if I never love the same way again.

Anyways strap in for today's ep everyone and good luck recovering from the emotional rollercoaster it'll take us on. Remember to drink a hot cocoa, curl under a blanket, maybe cry and scream a little but try to laugh too and remember that the point of entertainment like this is to take us on a journey. There has to be bad and fighting in the trenches before there can be light and good. The mess and damage won't be this severe on the characters till the end just for a part of the duration of their growth.

If you're feeling hopeless just keep in mind that characters like Ray and Boston can't grow emotionally and get to any place where a hopeful ending is possible unless they travel to a very low dark point first, they're going to become worst versions of themselves before they can be the best and that will hurt people around them. But I truly believe JoJo wouldn't take these characters to those points unless he was going to use it to form some self realisations and repentance. Everyone will recover eventually because that's just life, we all have to. It has been said that characters must go to uncomfortable places to start contending with truths about themselves that allow an anti hero or antagonist to become something more of a vigilante or at least a better morally good (mostly) version of themselves and as a writer I know that often is a very effective method of characterisation.

You will get through this, your favourite ship will get through this. Dissect and enjoy the journey but don't let it haunt your mind to the detriment of your own whimsy and wishful thinking. Shows are made to be excited for each week. When you start dreading if the ending you hope for can happen it's time to take a breather. Don't let it affect your experience of a character or pairing and make it a negative one! That's what fix it fic is for or shows where these actor duos do get a happy satisfactory end. JoJo may write this story a certain way but you get to choose where you think the end works for you. Love you all, stay safe out there. Happy watching!!

#sandray #also i have no energy left to waste getting annoyed at rays entitlement to think he can keep sand and mew #its just funny at this point bc the narrative clearly indicates he cannoT so like idk let him cook #hes gonna set the whole stove on fire sooner or later but in the mean time i think i should get to see sexy angry makeouts

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azuresage · 6 months

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random thoughts on Monster Hunter Wilds so far

no more scoutflies. PLEASE no more scoutflies. fuck scoutflies.

also no more autotracking. i dont want autotracking but if the choice is between autotracking and scoutflies ill take the autotracking.

INSTEAD what id like to see is a similar "pick up monster tracks and level up your knowledge" that world did but without the scoutflies, instead having your new mount bestie do the tracking without the goddamn obnoxious scoutflies covering the entire screen. just have it sniff out the monster and mark it on your map so it doesn't pull you away from what you're doing.

if we're getting dynamic weather then bring back temperature effects to go along with that. also add weather effects. we kind of already see that with the lightning.

obviously theres not going to be a wirebug and thats fine, as long as we get to keep air dodges ill be happy. i can live without wirefall. i just want to be able to air dodge. i do not want any lost mobility coming off sunbreak to this game. in this same vein i hope there's still wall running and jumps and stuff or even just parkour that's independent of the new mount. we see the new mount do parkour but i want to be able to do stuff like that without needing to use the mount.

i cannot stress enough that i do NOT want this new mount to do everything for me. the hunter should be able to do mostly everything mobility-wise that the mount can do, the mount just does it faster and allows you to sharpen weapon drink potion etc while riding it. i do not want the mount to be centralizing. PLEASE let me not shoot myself in the foot by choosing to work independently from it.

no slinger and NO fucking clutch claw shit. never again. keep that shit 10000 feet away from my monster hunter do NOT bring it back ever.

i really, really do not want this game to feel like world/iceborne. speaking as a series veteran, w/ib are among my least favorite entries in the entire series and their weapon gameplay is boring as hell. PLEASE let the weapons feel more like sunbreak than iceborne. sunbreak is peak monhun gameplay, right next to genu.

with that in mind i want the weapon movesets to keep being customizable. whether thats styles or switch skills or something new, whatever. just keep that trend going. i want arts/silkbinds/special moves to stay but i can live without them. honestly a fair compromise would be more command input type moves. but more customization in the gameplay is always ideal.

obviously layered armor and weapons have to stay. i want more hunter customization too. more hair styles and options and colors galore.

That's all I got for now. I may think of more later. I'm really not sure what kind of new stuff I want to see. I just know what I want them to keep and what I want them to keep out.

#monster hunter #monster hunter wilds #just please do not let this be world 2 electric boogaloo

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thegeminisage · 11 months

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okay im BACK in the spirit??? temple??? robot??? factory????? and im done with the last limb. i bet theres a boss. i KNOW theres a cutscene. lets fucking do this

bro this was LLLITERALLY in the trailers how did they put such endgame stuff in and we didnt know!!!

it's so funny. in the trailers we thought flux constructs were gonna be helpful and mineru's body was a boss. but they're bosses and she's helpful lol

god her voice sounds SO familiar

LINK CAN RIDE HER???? OH MY GOD

MECH GAME MECH GAME MECH GAME

oh my GODDD THIS IS WHAT ALL THOSE ARMORIES WERE FOR.......like PLOT WISE!!! i thought it was stupid to just have supplies sitting around

ok thats fucking bananas. im bad at fighting with her bc the enemies are too short lmfao

also im not sure im ready to do this boss thing. maybe i wanna go buy some more battery first...get more practice...

YOU CAN ATTACH A FAN AND DO A NARUTO RUN LOL

god i REALLY suck at fighting in the mech. it's weird! maybe bc i have emitters on her hands and not real weapons?!

oh sick you can give her cannons............

at this point like. i really can just let the gang kill the bad guys lol

the story path seems to be taking me directly to this path i was eyeing last night. i'm getting as far as the lightroot and then peacing out. like. i am getting my ASS beat down here

GLOOM HORRIBLINS?? will wonders never cease...

oooh good call on leaving. i can see a gloom hinox from here that i wouldve had to fight next...i have had more than enough of the story right now anyway, it's time to chill to keep it all Balanced

i bet if i went to lookout landing rn and talked to purah she'd be like I WONDER WHO THE FIFTH SAGE IS. let's try it

awww boo she can't travel with me until i get the secret stone.....

what a BUMMERRRRRR

oh wild!! you can explain about mineru to purah. then why tf cant i explain zelda is a dragon >:(

ok, actually, i decided i wanna go turn in that last claw to help the fucking mother statue or w/e. scary...........................

if im lucky i can just glide/dive there from the nearby tower lol

YOOOO wait dinraal's coming out of her hole...maybe i can snag a piece...

got one! i dont know if ive ever ridden dinraal for an extended period of time before...she is taking me so far from where i wanted to go. sigh

so, while i hate shooting the dragons, i love getting the little spike. i bet it feels sooooo good. like being groomed. a spa day for ms dinraal courtesy of one lunatic nonverbal swordsman

harder to admire the scenery from her back bc of the heat filter. NOT impossible. but harder

ugh there was a blood moon...i couldve gotten such cool pics but i was too slow :(

uh oh we're going down. girl i DONT wanna go back to the depths rn!!!

GOT MY SCALE. i was aiming at her fang but whatever. time to go back to the spring!!! i hope i can make it from here.......

MADE IT. whew. im not staying long idw to encounter any Hands

ok, so back to the mother goddess statue...

oh!!! she's okay again.......

wah she's SPARKLING. i'm welling up a little. it was so upsetting to see her toppled

omg she wants to give me a sword but my belongings are full. if it's the fucking goddess sword which 1. i got from amiibo and 2. MAKES NO SENSE...

well. it is.

finally spent my sage's wills on tulin. his arrows come in clutch and also i wanna go in order lol

i have to quit for now!! more later or tomorrow i suppose

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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We have to talk about these MÅ covers

On February 17th 2018, Måneskin performed at the Afterlife Live Club in Ponte San Giovanni. They played a medley of "Prisoner" by James Arthur and "Watch Me" by Jaden Smith. Måneskin performed the first minute and 42 seconds of "Watch Me." That section of the song includes the n-word twice and Damiano said it both times.

“Watch Me” starts at 2:26. The n-word is said at 2:43 and 3:44.

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Below are the lyrics from the section Måneskin performed. Since Damiano defers from them, I’ve put all the lyrics he recites as they were written in bold.

Watch me (x3) do this / Watch me (x3) do this

Can't find me up up and away / I give a fuck bout your wave / My n@#$% I surf everyday / Drownin' my soul in the basement, aye / I ain't got much in the bank / I got a lot I could say / Tied up with goddesses, hey / I hope you forgive my mistakes

Yeah, ride around with a renegade / You should take a seat, save your energy / I try to heal the gods with a band-aid / And in time of need, you call your enemies

I landed in Ibiza and I need a visa / I ain't playin' with you this no Mamma Mia / Need a Hottie Tottie with a body, yeah / I just spit the knowledge then I'm out of here

That's what they yell when we come around / (Yeah!) This is your town? Well we run it now / (Yeah!) How big is your army, a hunnit thou? / (Yeah!) If you want the rain then we comin' down

I stumbled it cool / I'm awesome, kick flip in the Carsons / We should run for the pool / I got the fire flow, the department exhausted / I owe nothing to you / I'm in the Tahoe, man you making me nauseous / Pullin up with the crew / You such a hypebeast, man you making me vomit

Look / Watch me (x3) do this / It's always been more than the music / You riding waves in the back of my cruise ship

Look, watch me / Watch me (x2) do this / Since 2012 I've been the coolest / If you do not get it, my n@#$% you foolish

That's what they yell when we come around / (Yeah!) This is your town? Well we run it now / (Yeah!) How big is your army, a hunnit thou? / (Yeah!) If you want the rain then we comin' down

The Context:

This video was filmed during the first concert of Måneskin’s first tour. Creatively named Tour 2018, it ran from February to June. It's also been referred to as the "covers tour" or "X factor tour." For the sake of this post, I'm ignoring TV and radio gigs because those performances only have one or two songs. The only relevant dates are actual concerts (because the entire setlist was performed).

I found this image of the Tour 2018 setlist on Twitter. I can't locate its source, but I assume it was posted by Maneskin then deleted because of spelling errors. "Watch Me" is misspelled "Eatch Me," (hence the typo in the video title.) This spelling error is why theres conveniently no record of "Watch Me" being in a Maneskin setlist.

The setlist from the Afterlife Live Club 2/17/18 falsely credits "Catch Me" by Yellow Claw instead of "Watch Me" by Jaden Smith. As we can see in the video, Damiano clearly isn't singing the lyrics to "Catch Me." Because this was a relatively small tour, there are only setlists available for four other dates. Casa della Musica 2/24/18, The Cage Theatre 3/8/18, Vox Club 3/11/18, Santeria Toscana 31 4/20/18. Since the subsequent setlists were based on the first one, each make the same mistake of crediting "Catch Me" by Yellow Claw instead of "Watch Me" by Jaden Smith.

With so little evidence, I can't definitively say how many times Damiano used the n-word, but I can make an educated guess. I estimate Maneskin performed “Watch Me” about 22 times from February to April of 2018 on the following dates: Ponte San Giovanni 2/17/18, Naples 2/24/18, Modugno 2/25/18, Palermo 3/2/18, Catania 3/3/18, Livorno 3/8/18, Florence 3/9/18, Nonantola 3/11/18, Bologna 3/15/18 & 3/17/18, Parma 3/18/18, Milan 3/21/18 & 3/23/18 & 3/25/18 & 4/20/18, Roncade 3/24/18, Bassano Del Grappa 3/26/18, Turin 3/30/18, Genoa 3/31/18, Rome 4/6/18 & 4/7/18 & 4/22/18. Unless he got educated, that'd mean Damiano said the n-word 44 times in about two months.

Remember that Maneskin profited off this tour where the n-word was sang twice a night. They made their first album and started their career with that money.

Four Years Later:

"Watch Me" wasn't the end of Maneskin using racial slurs in their covers. Damiano sings the c-slur twice in Manskin's cover of "Black Skinhead" by Kanye West, but avoids the n-word. This means Maneskin are aware that "Watch Me" was a mistake, but can't be fucking bothered to didn't google a list of racial slurs when covering another Black artist.

The c-slur is said at 1:05 and 1:21.

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Maneskin performed "Black Skinhead" from 2019 to 2021. Above is the final rendition on June 16th during a TikTok livestream from Berlin. Damiano received minor backlash for using the c-slur on that occasion and issued an apology on Twitter. Notably, Maneskin have never acknowledged using the n-word in "Watch Me." Hypothetically, that could lead a person to believe that Damiano's primary motivation for apologizing for using the c-slur was that he got called out. Considering his support for Black Lives Matter, the perception that Damiano prioritizes marketability over genuine remorse looks like some lazy ass, token allyship that only a white dude would get congratulated for hypocritical.

Maneskin performed an abridged version of "Black Skinhead," from beginning to 2:16 on the original track. Let's take a close look at which lyrics Damiano censored.

For my theme song / My leather black jeans on / My by any means on🔎Reference to Malcolm X’s speech at the OAAU’s founding, where he repeats that Afro-Americans will find equality in the following sectors: 1. Establishment 2. Self-defense 3. Education 4. Politics & Economics 5. Social “by any means necessary.”

Pardon, I'm getting my scream on / Enter the kingdom / But watch who you bring home / They see a black man with a white woman / At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong🔎 Originating with slave traders, there is a long history of Black Americans being characterized as apes. The dehumanization is used to justify Black suffering. Notice the initials KKK, as in Klu Klux Klan, which are also present in the titles alternative spelling, "BLKKK SKKKNHEAD."

Middle America packed in / Came to see me in my Black skin 🔎In this version Damiano avoids the phrase "in my Black skin," but in past performances he sang the lyric.

Number one question they asking / Fuck every question you asking / If I don't get ran out by Catholics / Here come some conservative Baptists / Claiming I'm overreacting / Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch 🔎 “Chiraq” is a reference to the extremely high homicide rate in Chicago. According to BBC, more Americans have been killed in Chicago than in Iraq and Afghanistan combined. Most victims are young Black men.

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning / They say / I'm possessed, it's an omen / I keep it 300, like the Romans / 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? / Baby we living in the moment / I've been a menace for the longest / But I ain't finished, I'm devoted / And you know it, and you know it

So follow me up cause this shit's about to go / I'm doing 500, I'm outta control / But there's nowhere to go / And there's no way to slow / If I knew what I knew in the past / I would've been blacked out on your ass 🔎In this case, "blacked out" isn't necessarily a racialized term. It refers to a dramatic moment of anger so intense that the speaker doesn't remember their actions.

Stop all that c*%& shit 🔎This term comes from C*%& Songs, which were played at minstrel shows. Kanye is telling someone to stop acting out a caricature of blackness for the consumption of white people.

Early morning cartoon shit / This is that goon shit / Fuck up your whole afternoon shit / I'm aware I'm a wolf / Soon as the moon hit / I'm aware I'm a king / Back out the tomb bitch / Black out the room, bitch 🔎 Damiano repeats the line above to avoid singing this lyric, which actually isn't offensive. In this case, "black out" refers to making a room completely dark by closing curtains etc.

Stop all that c*%& shit / These n@#$%* ain't doin' shit (x2) / Come on homie what happened / You n@#$%* ain't breathing you gasping / These n@#$%* ain't ready for action / (Ready) Ready for action (Action)

In Conclusion:

Damiano censored each lyric with the word "black" to avoid being offensive. In addition to those three instances, the world "black" is repeated in the background 14 times. If Damiano thinks it's offensive to say the word "black" in a song that contains it 17 times, is titled "Black Skinhead," and is about the Black experience, he shouldn't be singing it at all. He censored lyrics that don't reference race because he doesn't know what the song is about. That ignorance is the same reason he didn't know that c*%& is a slur.

Yes, Maneskin should have educated themselves about a song they didn't understand with words they didn't recognize before performing it in front of thousands. Yes, they should have learned their lesson since racism is literally the consequence. Yes, this mistake is inexcusable from BLM allies. However, in reality, Maneskin shouldn't have performed "Black Skinhead" at all. The fact that this song wasn't made for white people's consumption is obvious from the inflammatory title. Lyrically, Kanye is describing his nuanced and complex lived experience as a Black American surviving the intersection of oppressive colonialist forces. "Watch Me" may not have substantive lyrics, but "Black Skinhead" and its subject matter is not to be repackaged into a catchy little rock song by four white Europeans for their mostly white fanbase. It's not our cultural experience and it's not intended to be adopted it as such. I don't know how else to explain it.

"we have artists who are geniuses...When you and I begin to support the black artists, then the black artists can play that black role...when he can sing and dance to please black men, he sings a different song and he dances a different step. When we get together, we’ve got a step all our own. We have a step that nobody can do but us, because we have a reason for doing it that nobody can understand but us."

-Malcolm X

#maneskin #måneskin #damiano david

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sucktacular · 10 months

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venting ignore me cw covid, covid-death, existential dread, depression, illusion to suicide/self harm etc

we really are on the wrong timeline huh

every since 2019 (at the very least) NOTHING has been the same and I'm scared to death that it never will be. even close to it.

and i say this so so selfishly, because of COURSE it will never be the same!! MILLIONS of people DIED!!!! they literally woke up one day and died the next. wars and wars and hurt and torn political climates, etc etc etc etc etc etc its never ending

but from where I am, in my own little world, nothing has ever gone back to okay. im trapped in my house. my brain doesnt settle and my desires are secondary to keeping myself propped up. ive never been objectionably alright, and thats important to remember as well, but that feeling really lingers.

you know when we were teenagers and we swore up and down to ourselves that when high school ended we would some how die? that that was the end and there was no continuing? whether that was a self inflicted plot against ourselves or just the fear of the unknown, it had weight and it dragged with us even after. I escaped it for a while, kept my head up and kept myself busy and tended to my desires. but i was never good at trimming off the excess. Of spoon feeding myself nutrition or shading myself from the storms. ive always been neglectful of myself even when I've been selfishly present. and sure i can blame that on money for sure. when you lack the funds to tend to your needs and tend to your downfalls and tend to your selfish little wants it draaags you and it claws at your meat and it sloughs off your bones.

i survived high school and left everything behind, as I always have done. I took some time to heal after cutting people out and then I went to school. I felt good I felt right I felt promising. And then I crashed back down immediately. It took me years to pick myself back up and I never really stood up quite as straight. Then I had a job and lived with my parents. it was freeing but I needed to Leave. It was horrid and it was life sucking. I left and I was in panic for money for 4 years. It was freeing but it cut into my skin like ill fitting shoes. I was a robot only alive to finish my work, come home, and return to my charging closet to do it all again the next day. Now we're two years later of Nothing and my bones are poking through itching and itching and itching. but, really, at the end of all of these chapters in my life, my bones and brain have been clawing inside me since i was 5.

I feel like the clouds are booming overhead and the rain is just a millasecond away. that darkness around you and the smell has been lingering for 3 years at the very least. and everyday ive remarked "it's going to rain soon" like I'm 10 again, but theres no excitement left in my throat.

the easy answer is The Mental Illness needs treatment. The dirt ive grown my garden in is tainted and poison, it all needs to be ripped up and dug out and replaced. but i feel too that as much as I've always tried, since the first time my doctor told me "depression" and handed me those little rattling capsules. but its molded over and the weeds grow back and the slugs eat away my plants and ants make their homes deep inside me.

and i say all that and i still have my shiny little speck of hope that maybe im wrong and that maybe ill get better and maybe ill be okay for a while more and that things will be okay and that maybe one day i can have a flourishing garden and maybe it'll be beautiful and maybe it can even feed me and give back to my heart. and that maybe I'll have enough to give to the people I love and the people I care for and the people I want to surround myself with. but it feels like its getting harder to agree with myself that the hope really even is there anymore. i feel like i rip up my garden time and again and at this point its for the catharsis more than an attempt at healing.

i want to thrive and i want to bloom and i want to grow so tall, feel as strong and powerful as I did for a few moments in my life. but how do you even begin to overcome the Dread Of It All? I know, again, the mental illness will drain you out and fill you with poison. fill you with false ideas and false promises of terrible futures and terrible presents. but at the same time... I feel like it'd be so delusional to not feel this way?

i think one of the worst parts of a sick mind is knowing youre sick, to see yourself rot and mold and wither, and being absolutely powerless to stop it. thats why im so scared all the time. thats why I've been screaming in vents and readmores and even those embarassing facebook statuses filled with carefully curated lyrics no one cared about but only to give a chuckle and say "chin up, eeyore". its not the people. its not the places. its not so much leaving my safe spaces. because i know these spaces arent keeping me safe and well. but its the fear of Getting Worse and NOT being able to pick myself back up this time. its the fear of Ruining myself, my life, my everything with one wrong move. It's like trying to sleep with a nightlight, knowing that one day the bulb will flicker out and I'll have to either be brave enough for the dark or i'll have to be quick enough to replace that light. I've been reaching for nothing every day and night, and sometimes i find a hand to grab on to, but it always loses its strength. whether a fault of my own or a fault of time.

and i was simply never that brave. im only good at keeping my head down and hoping it away. but that doesnt fix me. im still so scared all the time.

im tired. im so tired. im a coward and thank god for that. it lends me more time, but im not quite sure its worth it.

and i think one of the worst things is the crowds asking me "what is your dream?" "what is your plan?" "what do you want from life?". and its the worst not because I don't have an answer, but because no one really understands where I'm coming from when I say it. No one quite gets it, they laugh it off, they say "oh thats everyones dream". The answer has been the exact same since I was old enough to really understand what it meant to hold it. and old enough to know that I'll always get a laugh or a chuckle or a brush off the shoulder when I let it leave my mouth.

"I want nothing more in the world than to be happy one day."

and of course everyone wants that. and of course everyone says that. and of course that doesnt quite Answer Your Question The Way You Expected. But it speaks deeply and it speaks my entire existence into frame. Why doesn't anyone hear it and understand what it means to be nearly 30 and have such a basic need of a dying wish?

I get it. it sounds dramatic. it sounds pathetic. it sounds silly. it sounds laughable and it sounds like its not been well thought out. Sure. And maybe when I was 10 and said that, it was a bit moody. it was a bit edgy. it was a bit needy. And when I said it when I was 13 it continued to be a joke to everyone and i laughed along with you nervously. But by 17 I understood deeply that I had never been happy. The closest things I ever felt to happiness at 17 also tore me to pieces. and sure, no one is free from bad things. maybe im just not the right person to be doing what I was trying to do. thats okay. sure i can grow out of that awkward 17 year old frame and I did and I got older and i got bigger and i stood more confidently and i spoke more freely. I wasn't 17 anymore when I was 20. I thought I was better, everything pointed to a future and a possibility of being okay. but I got worse and I got worse fast. I was 21 and I beat my fists on my sink and i stared myself hard in the face. i couldn't see but I couldnt think either. i growled like i was steaming over and had no choice in the matter.

"I want nothing more in the world than to be happy one day."

im not so alone anymore and i dont feel my heart twang that awful awful pain quite as much. but my wish stays the same. and maybe thats my fault for making it so vague and so misunderstand-able (thats not a word is it? lol). but how can i even move past that to plan and to dream and to really hunger for progress when, at the very core of my body, at the very core of my being, i've wanted nothing more in the world than to be happy.

i really thought for so long that maybe happiness meant a person, but ive kind of always known thats probably not the case.

i want to be loved. i want to be known deeply. i want my company desired. i want my words to be welcomed. and i want to stop screaming to a void.

and again maybe thats my fault. maybe im so entrenched in my own mind that I can't let people in. but I'm still 4 years old crying for my mom. im still 13 on the carpet of my basement, begging for someone to hear me. im still 16 begging for people to give me their time and affection, not really knowing what the really really honestly meant to ask of your peers as a 16 year old. im still 17 holding back tears on the bus ride home, telling myself "its worth the pain to have a moment of being "wanted"." im still writing lyrics in my statuses in my head and im still hugging myself to feign a piece of tender company.

im deeply alone in myself, whether thats the truth of reality or not.

"I want nothing more in the world than to be happy one day."

it means everything but its laughable. thats just kind of me though, right? laughable entirely, lol

#sucktacular sucks #vent #death #suicide #self harm #existential dread #covid #might make this private later idk im embarrassed to post these anymore but also damn it do feel good to shout to a crowd not listening

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The Dekota-Nightwing Chronicles, Part 2

Part 1: The Great Doomsday Event Begins

After escaping the hospital finally meeting daylight he started changing form growing a black bird mask on his face, large black feathered wings on his back, black claws on his hands, and black talons forming on his feet, and growing what seemed like a sharp blacked feathered robe around his body, but after this Dekota Nightwing was met with his first battle the master demon Gailia the master demon of the ground otherwise known as he who shakes the ground and causes droughts. Gailia said to Dekota "we were told a lil birdy slipped out from infernis in search of a human vessel in hopes of killing all the master demons and angels to and try and stop The Great Doomsday event that will be released upon humanity hahaha, but it's pointless as it already started here come the meteors now signaling the start of this great doomsday event" Dekota just stared at Gailia with his bright red eyes breathing deeply as the meteors rained down causing chaos and destruction. Gailia then said to Dekota "not one for words I see, am I but a joke to you when it is I who causes all the cracks in the ground, all the farmers crops to die, and causing all ground life to die mwahahaha I AM GAILIA THE GREAT MASTER DEMON OF ROCK AND SOIL AND I DEMAND YOU TO ACKNOLEDG…….. " a brief moment of silence was met as Dekota slashed through Gailia as if he were nothing. Following that Dekota spoke ever so slightly saying "I don't speak cause all of you pieces of trash aren't worth my words, now I'll be on my way now theres a human girl I need to pick up" upon saying that Dekota started to dash and run in one direction closing his wings racing to Lucy T Kaimans House.

Part 2: The First Battle

But the fight wasn't over yet as Gailia regenerated and chased after Dekota constantly causing big boulders to fall upon the ground trying to hit Dekota. Gailia said "that was quite rude of you thinking you could simply just end me with a single slash as if I were nothing from your long black claws and then running off" Dekota looked back for a split second then sped up running even faster. Then Gailia spoke yet again saying "very well if your going to just ignore me as if i'm not here then how about a race lets see who can get to this girl first you or I hahaha" Dekota sped up even more quickly unfolding his wings and jumping up into the air kicking Gailia straight down to the ground with a impact great enough to cause a crater in the city street then quickly closed his wings and landing right back on the ground and just kept running again. "damn you black crow demon that hurt you'll pay for that your nothing more than a mere lil birdie anyways" said Gailia as he dashed towards Dekota punching him causing him went flying through a building and into the ground.Dekota quickly jumped back up in the air unfolding his wings again and strikes Gailia making him fall into another building then lands back on the ground running yet again almost at Lucy's house. Gailia then rushed right back at Dekota but he blocks with his wings and spoke the words "Im tired of little game your pathetic now die you damn bastard" Dekota releases a large shadow creating spikes to rise up out of the ground and impales Gailia then ripping him apart with black demon blood raining everywhere where the only last words Gailia spoke "imposs..ible…the fu..ck…,," Silence only followed as Gailia was now tore to pieces and this not coming back. After that Dekota finally arrived at Lucy T Kaimans house which was nearly destroyed and on fire.

Part 3: The Girl

Dekota was concerned and started digging through rubble finding 2 charred and dead corpses 1 of a man and the other of a woman, but then Dekota heard groans of pain he dug through the rubble some more finding Lucy almost dead and barely clinging on to life, Dekota picked her up and then she passed out. Dekota then quickly ran to the nearest intact hospital which was in the next city over. So Dekota started running, surrounding himself in shadowy lightning and running at very high speeds to the next city running past all the destruction and chaos that was happening in the current city.

By: R.T Strauser

#Dark #short story

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bixxelated · 1 year

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It's gotta be for all these acts of violence, and I would love to see 4, 5, 7, and 9!

aaaa thank you! <3

(ask meme for my fics)

(all these acts of violence | stranger things fanfic)

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

this one:

Implying that Will has other reasons to forgive him? Like what? Mike doesn't think he's done anything particularly special for Will since their argument… “Okay… okay. Good. And...” he takes a deep breath, “and about the other thing I said, at the garage. Y-you know I’m sorry about that too, right?” Will’s eyes soften. “I know.” “I didn’t—I don’t want to pressure you into saying anything. You don’t owe me, or anyone else, any sort of explanation, whatever you are okay? Especially if you’re not comfortable with it. But I hope you know I’ll always have your back, no matter what.” Will reaches for his hand, and squeezes. “I know, Mike.” “Okay,” Mike says, willing his racing heart to calm back down even as he squeezes back. “Good. So long as you know… good.”

love me some soft supportive almost-coming-out scenes. i always thought it was interesting that mike's outburst ("its not my fault you dont like girls!") while horrible and with some pretty awful timing... seemed to imply that... what? he noticed will has no interest in girls? he realized that it wasn't just that will was a late bloomer but something more? theres a lot of subtext there i really wanted to dig my claws into

will's always been the target of homophobic bullying as seen in previous seasons, and altho we never see the kids comment on queerness one way or another, so it seems like there HAD to have been some serious math going on mike's bratty little noggin about will's sexuality at one point? but despite growing up in a family that most likely would have frowned on those inclinations, to say the least, mike kept his questions to himself and kept being will's friend, whereas someone else might freak out, or be more confrontational or simply slowly stop being around a suspected gay person without an explanation. so playing on the dialogue after ("look, im not trying to be a bad guy" or something along those lines) i sort of wanted to expand on that headcanon a lil and kinda lean on mike wheeler's "screw the rules, i can have more than one best friend/ i like you so i will now die for you" personality

5: What part was hardest to write?

the last chapter right now I'd say part 1 of the epilogue (aka chapter 13)! mostly because it explores an aftermath that we didn't see in canon, with a bunch of ideas i had that were pretty vague and hard to make cohesive, and season 4 hadn't been mentioned much at that point so i had no idea what to expect and was kinda stressing out about deviating too much from canon. but i really had a lot of fun with putting all the scenes together and im really proud of it now

7: Where did the title come from?

from a song called revolution by misterwives! particularly the lyrics, "all these acts of violence, ripping this world to shreds/while I'm trying to sleep, oh how could I sleep?"

i thought that particular verse was pretty fitting to the whole theme of the fic (esp the whole ripping the world to shreds bit as a metaphor for the gates opening hehe) and so thats why i made it the title!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

kjhgjb uh not really? from the start acts of violence was always meant to be a fic that was going to run parallel to canon bc i do not have the energy to go fully canon divergence with this particular idea and wanted to work on some other projects like wavelength besides. akdfjdsdkgjsd it was always meant to be a sort of practice fic, almost!

but i will say that for chapter 13 there was a moment where i wanted to make mike's awakening with nancy and karen (and sam owens) to be in a military base away from hawkins, on the basis of his leg being infected with extradimensional alien bacteria that a normal hospital would have no idea how to treat and the government would want to keep a close eye on. that however felt like one plotline too many to introduce and resolve when the fic's so close to ending so i cut it out and only left some of those bits in (ie: karen's confrontation with sam, mike developing an infection, etc)

thank you for the ask!

#blogger writes fic #tp #all these acts of violence #marypsue

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self ship chap 2 warning for leg trauma in the same way as last time. Theres also physical affection and I didn't get anyone to proof read so yeah. Please do not reblog. The fic is 1588 words

Time passes weirdly in the Fog, but I’ve learned to judge it well. Trials happen once every hour, and sixteen survivors are chosen. It’s easy to lose track, though, being someone who wandered away from the campfire so often.

If I had to guess, it had been at least a few months since I stumbled into Evan’s area. I’ve been back, and each time he asks the same questions. I’ve learned to avoid the traps he sets out to catch me, and he's learned how to coax words and answers out of me. During trials, he’s taken to placing traps more randomly, some even out in plain sight. I’ve almost stepped in them a few times, forgetting where he placed them in the heat of a chase.

Yet, Evan still could never catch me. I’ve lured him into his own traps enough to greatly frustrate him, and he’s not shy to express it during my out-of-trial visits. I never mind. I cherish my visits, I’ve even started playing songs for him on my guitar. I don’t sing for him, I don’t trust Evan like that yet. I loved him, that much I had come to accept. Of course, I would never tell anyone. Other than the Legion. How were you supposed to tell your survivor friends that you fell in love with one of the people who killed them over and over again?

Now, I’m in a trial again. The Entity had been matching me against Evan a lot, and this trial was no different. I feel the familiar rush of my heart as he grows closer. Having followed him for a bit, I was confident in the upcoming chase. As Evan goes to place his last trap, I dart out in front of him, enticing a swing.

Naturally he misses, and the chase starts. I use the missed swing to my advantage, putting distance between us using a window. He steps over it, continuing the pursuit. We go like this for a few generators. It’s going well, I’ve only been hit once but I’ve hit Evan with at least three pallets. I’m thinking I can run him for the last few generators when there's a sickening snap that I recognize all too well.

The pain shocks me so much that I let out a small cry, falling to the ground and desperately clawing at the steel jaws around my leg. Where did this trap come from? I made sure to avoid all of the areas I saw him place them-

Except I hadn’t seen him place them all. Evan must have placed a trap the second he could, so I hadn’t seen it. But he also hadn’t picked me up out of the trap yet. I look up at him, standing and staring. I can’t see his face, but I assume he’s taking in the victory. That is, until he opens the traps and leaves me.

I fall over completely, biting back tears as he strides away towards the nearest generator that I can hear being worked on in the distance. There’s a scream as Claudette is pulled off the gen.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself up and away from the sound of the other survivor getting hooked, searching the chest in the Killer Shack in hopes of finding a medkit. I can hear the other survivors struggling with Evan. The sounds of traps going off make me flinch while I heal myself.

Never before had I heard another survivor get sacrificed, it was a loud sound, almost like a helicopter. A shockwave rolls over the area, nearly knocking me over. I sit down, taking deep breaths to calm myself before getting back up. Should I try to run the Killer some more? Or attempt to do a generator?

One goes off, meaning there was only one left. I jog out of the shack-

Right into Evan. He grabs me, his hand covering my whole shoulder, but he doesn’t attack. I’m frozen, heart racing, fear making my limbs heavy. He lets me go and moves on. I watch him go, even more confused than before.

The last gen pops, allowing the remaining survivors to escape. I open the exit door, waiting for the other two. I see David and Jake, and a small twinge of guilt hits me when I realize my mistake earlier cost Claudette her life. Back at the campfire, I seek Claudette out, pulling her away from the others.

“Bonbon? Hey, what's up?” She sounds confused and slightly concerned.

I realize I really don’t want to talk to anyone yet, but I’m still feeling guilty so I whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Is it because of the last trial? It happens all the time, don’t worry about it!”

“It shoulda been me…” I sigh, shaking my head and shrugging. The others are watching, and I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea so I sigh again and walk off. I hear Claudette being questioned as I walk into the trees, not aiming to really go anywhere specific.

The Entity obviously wanted me somewhere, because I’m barely ten steps in when the trees clear up again, revealing the storehouse. I know this area and Evan well enough to instantly find him in the shack. I stand at the entrance, watching him fiddle with tools at a desk. The shack was slightly different here. Outside of trials it was an actual toolshed, one Evan liked to be in a lot.

“Are ya just gonna stand there?” His growl makes me jump, and I carefully step into the building, staring at him. He doesn’t stop working on his tools, and I slowly walk up to see what he’s doing.

Fixing traps. So some of the ones going off last match were Jake breaking them. At least I can feel a bit better about the trial, but now I have an important question to ask..

“Why did you spare me?” My voice is small, like usual. Evan doesn’t respond, just continues to work on the traps. I repeat myself, a bit louder this time, and he still doesn’t pause.

I place a hand on the desk, pivoting myself onto it and into his vision.

“Answer me.”

“Didn’t hear you.”

“Get off my desk.”

“I asked you a question.”

I sigh with frustration, allowing my annoyance to show. “Evan, why did you spare me?”

He stops, also sighing. “Does it matter?”

“Yes. I feel guilty..”

He sighs again, this one sounding less frustrated and more exasperated. He gets up, towering over me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. Evan picks me up and moves me off the desk, grabbing a now-fixed beartrap and hanging it up on the wall. In defiance, before he can sit down, I sit on the edge of the desk in front of the chair, crossing my arms. He turns to me, letting out a small growl before picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder. I squeak, struggling a bit.

This wasn’t something new. I always annoyed him, pining for his attention. I don’t know when I grew used to his touch enough to feel comfortable being picked up. This time felt different, though. The energy in the shack felt charged with something. What, I couldn’t tell, but it frightened me enough to tap Evan’s back, my signal for wanting to be put down. He doesn’t at first, instead sitting down in the chair before sitting me down in front of him on the desk so we were eye level. The position made me flighty, but I suddenly couldn’t escape. It felt like one of those positions someone put you in before making advances.

“Catching you didn’t seem as important anymore.”

The answer to my question, and yet I was even more confused than before.

“I thought that was the point?”

Nothing. I can see his mouth twitch through the gap in his mask, like he wanted to say something. He places his hands on my legs, I can feel his gaze boring through me. His hands felt like they were searing my skin, and my heart was pumping like it would near him in a trial. God, what was happening?

“I didn’t like seeing you hurt.”

The response only made me more nervous. What was that supposed to mean? Why wouldn’t he like it, he was a Killer that was his whole thing-

“Evan?” My voice wavers slightly, tapping his hands. He moves them, but doesn’t move away to let me free. I try tapping his shoulders but he doesn’t budge.

He lifts his mask slightly. He shows me his face, which is dark and scarred from his years as the Entity’s number one pet. There was an unexpected softness about him as he leaned forward, staring at me.

“Don’t tell me you like me,” I whisper softly. It wasn’t a serious request, I wanted more than anything for it to be true, and his small nod makes my heart both soar and sink.

“Are we going to get in trouble?”

He shrugs, cupping my face lightly. “I don’t really care if we do.” Evan gives me a soft kiss, and I suddenly don’t care as well. I let the large man hold me there, not really afraid anymore. We sit like this, me basically straddling him and Evan just holding me. Neither of us move for the rest of the hour, until he has to leave for another trial and I reluctantly return to the campfire.

#self ship #dont reblog #husband musings #husband evan #i planned on putting off the love thing for a few chapters but i desperately needed comfort

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boygirlnothing · 9 months

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the child's diary.

the door is heavy for my little hands

I'm warm and i cant quite see out the windows yet but its ok

the dog makes pitter patter sounds with her claws on the floor

im learning how to use the mp3 player mum got me

i reach up to doorhandles and the good snacks are out of reach

but its ok

i can reach the doorhandles pretty well. they are cold.

i can watch dad in the garden from the window just about.

if im on my tippy toes.

i started getting embarrassed when mum finds me dancing in my room

she doesn't seem to mind but i think i care more now

the cat was outside when we came home today, i dont know why she was so far from home but shes inside now so its ok

the dog plays with me less but i have toy cars and my brothers play with me

i still cant reach the good snacks

the kids at school aren't nice. i stopped dancing.

i dont understand where the cat went

i must be cold outside, i hope shes ok

mum days the dog is wetting the bed, but why is she crying about it?

there are seagulls in the backyard sometimes, dad tells us all to run over when they are here

i forget the beach is close

the dog likes the beach

mum gets the good snacks down for me after school

mums new car doesn't smell the same as the old one

the cat didn't come home. i miss her. i hope she comes home. its too cold out there for cats and theres so many cars. im worried about her.

the dog isn't greeting dad at the door when he gets home very well anymore

i still love when he gets home

hes stinky from work but its ok

i missed him

i dont think the others at school like me very much, im not very good at volleyball that must be why

im practising

i miss dancing

my friends think im weird too

i keep thinking trying to figure out why

i miss when i didn't mind

i miss my cat

the dog cant jump up on the bed anymore

shes getting old.

mum and dad scream at each other all the time

the must hate each other

i wonder if its my fault

i dont understand it.

the dog went to sleep the other day. i understand this time. i understand the cat now too. i am so sad. i miss them both so much. no one went to school or work. the house is so quiet.

the spot by the cupboard where the floor gets warm is empty.

mum comes home crying. dad keeps trying to make her feel better by hugging her but she yells at him.

i know someone made her really upset. the kids in my class do that to me too. they dont like my braces or my grown out bangs. mum doesn't have either of those things, shes so pretty. why would anyone be mean to her?

mum says we are moving to Cranbourne. i don't know where that is.

i miss my dog.

my bed is cold.

its been a while. the move-out and move-in got mixed up and we had to live out of my aunt's garage for a few weeks.

i miss having a house.

mum and dad dont say they love each other anymore.

i wonder if they still love me.

my aunts puppy got hit by a car.

why does everything die.

i miss my house. i miss the round window and hiding under the stairs.

i go shopping by myself now. the clothes i got are nice. i like black skirts.

kids tell me they are too small for me, but the tag is the same as my age so it should be ok.

the new house is ok. the floor is cold and hard. my room is much smaller.

my new friends at school told me the clothes i got will look better if i eat less. that seems like it'll work. i want them to like me here, i dont want them to be like the kids at my other school. i want to be pretty.

i told them about my favourite music, but they didn't like it.

i think I'll stop packing lunch.

i dont miss my old school.

the new medication i got from the doctor makes me less hungry and so so tired but i can do all my schoolwork without getting distracted by books.

i dont really like reading anymore.

but im so tired.

i miss eating.

my friends said i looked pretty though.

the boys give me attention.

they said writing is nerdy snd cringe.

i dont want them to think im weird again.

why is everything to important to me.

i want to hide under the stairs in my old house.

i miss my old house.

i miss my dad.

he left.

i miss my old house.

i miss dancing.

#poetry #sad #angst #original poetry #childhood #nostalgia

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imafuckinprincesstoo · 11 months

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Oh Pen is going to HATE me when he sees this…

Beasty, now. Hello tumbler. I need to cast into the void aswell.

I am described as something insatiable as if I’m not sick on what I’ve already been fed. Beezle would know it all too well. Theres so much, but something about you, something in your mind, or wrong with your body, it wants more. More and more, just gorging on anything, anything to fill that little hole in your chest. Unfortunately, a full mind, or full stomach, still isn’t the soul. The soul is still hollow. So you try to fill everything else hoping it would make that feel full aswell.

You can distract from it sure! Most effective being hyperfixations so bad you cant think about anything else to know its there. Second best is eating your weight in emotions, but it feels even worse in the physical department. So with one unable to be forced and the other leading to worse results when forced, we’re left stranded to that hollow feeling.

As you’ve seen from myself personally, I try to fill it with power. Tried to. I’m trying to find other ways just as Beezle now, because it only causes hurt, but I can’t deny the clawing temptation. I guess I’m fine. I have Milo, afterall. But being so connected to Beezle, the hole remains. And so I’m blamed for poor habits to fix it or make it feel better.

But through all this, and I mean all of it, I would have never seen it had Milo not dragged me off everyone else’s backs, I see that I am not of gluttony nor greed, but of desperation. And we don’t know where to take that. This whole rant is pointless. I just need a turn with the hands for once, after being dragged so far down with them.

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rtstrauser · 1 year

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The Dekota-Nightwing Chronicles, Part 2

Part 1: The Great Doomsday Event Begins

After escaping the hospital and finally meeting daylight he started changing form growing a black bird mask on his face, large black feathered wings on his back, black claws on his hands, and black talons forming on his feet, and growing what seemed like a sharp blacked feathered robe around his body, but after this Dekota Nightwing was met with his first battle the master demon Gailia the master demon of the ground otherwise known as he who shakes the ground and causes droughts. Gailia said to Dekota "we were told a lil birdy slipped out from infernis in search of a human vessel in hopes of killing all the master demons and angels to and try and stop The Great Doomsday event that will be released upon humanity hahaha, but it's pointless as it already started here come the meteors now signaling the start of this great doomsday event" Dekota just stared at Gailia with his bright red eyes breathing deeply as the meteors rained down causing chaos and destruction. Gailia then said to Dekota "not one for words I see, am I but a joke to you when it is I who causes all the cracks in the ground, all the farmers crops to die, and causing all ground life to die mwahahaha I AM GAILIA THE GREAT MASTER DEMON OF ROCK AND SOIL AND I DEMAND YOU TO ACKNOLEDG…….. " a brief moment of silence was met as Dekota slashed through Gailia as if he were nothing. Following that Dekota spoke ever so slightly saying "I don't speak cause all of you pieces of trash aren't worth my words, now I'll be on my way now theres a human girl I need to pick up" upon saying that Dekota started to dash and run in one direction closing his wings racing to Lucy T Kaimans House.

Part 2: The First Battle

Part 3: The Girl

By: R.T Strauser

#dark #short story

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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lord-explosion-baku · 3 years

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Sparrow

Prince!Satoru Gojo x assassin!reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, suggestive themes, dubious themes, blood

A/N: request numero dos is done! It’s kinda silly, but I think it’s pretty fun! I think it can be read as pretty lighthearted, even if it gets a little violent! it’s a little different that what was originally requested! I had the elements for a sword fight set up, but it wasn’t working out the way I wanted it to, so I took a slightly different route! theres still fighting though! I hope you like it!

It’s been a long journey to get where you are now, silently scaling the castle towers towards the prince’s bed chambers. An extra long journey, considering how many royal guards have been posted on top of kingdom rooftops. Like a shadow in the night, using nothing but the black elements to mask your presence, you’ve managed to slip by them, as well as the gatehouse soldiers, undetected, leaving only four men incapacitated, and not a vestige of your presence. All this sneaking around has been a trying job thus far, but it’s almost over now. You’re about to finish what you came to do.

Light as a feather, quiet as a dormouse, you swing your body up and over the limestone-clad palace window. The room is adorned with priceless artwork watched over by gilded ceiling paintings. Framing the biggest bed you’ve ever seen is a corona with royal blue drapery that hangs down to each corner. In the center of the bed lies the sleeping and wonderfully unaware prince.

His body is lopsided, and only partially covered by silk sheets. One of his feet hangs off the bed. Tousled white hair sticks out in every direction while still managing to frame his admittedly attractive face. Long white eyelashes. Peaceful and full lips. He’s young, you think, although you’ve been aware. But seeing him in the flesh solidifies the thought: you are about to be the end of his short life.

However, this mission comes with little remorse. There have been rumors that the Royal Gojo Family has been dabbling in alchemy for over a century now. To you, there is nothing more disgusting than the use of the unnatural sciences. It’s ungodly. And even then, this kill shouldn’t matter much since you can call it what it is: a job. This is what you do. Do as your master commands, kill without question, leave no trace, get paid, repeat. It helps that there have been rumors specifically centered around your charge; rumors that Prince Satoru is a complete and utter womanizer.

Well, not for long.

The bed doesn’t shake the least bit as you climb on top of him. The prince sleeps soundlessly and doesn’t stir when you situate your thighs over his firm hips. Normally, you’d simply slit your target’s throat, quick and easy, but since there are those rumors about the use of alchemy, you need to work a little differently tonight. To kill an alchemist user, one will have to pierce them directly in the heart with a silver blade. You don’t particularly believe that the prince is a user; his focus has primarily been on balls and parties and other social events, but you’d rather be safe than sorry. So, your primed weapon of choice, a silverlined dagger, slides up your sleeve and into the palm of your hand. You grasp its hilt, then line it parallel to his heart, pull up, and plunge it in.

Rather, you would be plunging it in, if it hadn’t been for the swift-acting hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“Drop it.” The low, sleep-crackled utterance sends shivers up your spine. Acting fast, you use your free hand to push on the hilt, your strength against his, but it doesn’t budge a centimeter, and instead, both of your wrists are captured by the prince. His grip tightens, squeezing you so harshly that you feel the tips of your fingers tingle, but you don’t relinquish your weapon.

Vibrant blue eyes blink up at you, narrowing into a scowl. You try pushing harder, ignoring the fact that his eyes seem to glow in the darkness, ignoring the fact that they are the prettiest eyes that have ever gazed at you, ignoring the fact that those pretty eyes are now trailing down your body. Your skin burns at the attention. You can’t let yourself believe that he’s checking you out in a life or death situation, but then you figure it’s in your head when he says, “if you wish to keep your wrists intact, you will drop. Your. Dagger.”

Surrendering is not an option. It’s either kill or be killed, because even when you choose to not kill, your termination will be absolute. You will be tried by the king with his son at his right side, then you will be hanged for your crimes. So with shaking hands, you attempt to exert more pressure, trying to keep your breath steady to not raise a commotion.

Surprisingly, the prince chuckles. “Has a little sparrow flown through my window to try to kill me?”

In one fell swoop, Satoru manages to flip you onto your back, his hands bringing your wrists down on the side of the bed, forcing you to drop the dagger to the floor. He eyes you speculatively for a moment, then his mouth turns up into a half-grin.

“A woman, no less.” He muses incredulously. Then his eyes dart back down your body, and by the way his grin widens, you’re sure he actually is checking you out. “Are you supposed to be some kind of peace offering?”

What an odd man. Although you've just made an attempt on his life, he’s smiling down at you like you’re some kind of acquaintance—no, friend.

“I mean…sending a beautiful woman to my bedchambers says a lot, wouldn’t you agree?” Prince Satoru asks after taking in your dumbfounded expression. “Not much for words?” He asks. “That’s okay, little sparrow. We don’t need to talk.”

You gasp when he begins to lean down, eyes trained on your lips. Without a second’s hesitation, your feet meet his bare chest, and with all of your might, you kick off, throwing him back a couple meters. You flip back onto the floor and attack him with throwing knives while you search for your dagger. If he is in fact an alchemist, your other weapons won’t do much damage, but could slow him down if you could manage to hit him.

“You’re strong,” Satoru gleefully appraises, dodging another one of your throwing knives, and catching the other. He throws it back at you, but you manage to duck behind the corona curtain at just the right time. “And fast.”

The dagger is under the bed. You grab it, gulp some air, then use the curtain as a distraction before charging at the prince, using the same swiping technique your master has taught you. Your blade cuts through the air with one swipe, and another. You’re barely missing him, and it’s frustrating because that goofy grin stays plastered to his dumb, pretty face!

In a moment’s notice, he grabs your outstretched arm, pushing down on a pressure point that has your limb lock up. “But you’re messy and unrefined,” he says as a hand slides up your arm. Now behind you, he places his free hand on your waist, moving you into a stance similar to what your master has shown you. “Don’t you fret, little sparrow. It’s nothing a little polishing won’t fix.”

His breath is hot and fanning your ear. Your stomach knots when he squeezes your waist, and to your utter horror, his lips graze down to your neck, tongue sliding over your skin. “Mmm…sweet.”

“What! Are you—?!” Bouncing away from him, you cover your slick neck with one hand while the other continues to point the dagger outwards. What’s even worse is that he doesn’t look the least bit jaded!

He laughs. “Even your voice is cute!” In the dim light of the room, you can see pink beginning to bloom across his cheeks. “Won’t you speak more? Say my name, pretty please.”

“Prick,” you hiss, once again charging forward.

“Do you kiss your master with that mouth?” Satoru begins using his arms to block and redirect your attacks, until he’s twirling you around as if you’re dancing and not trying to kill him! You fume, hating the fact that the prince knows you have a master to begin with. “I should hope not. The only person I’d have you kiss is me!”

He dips you down low, your dagger somehow tucked between the junction of your arm, and very smoothly places his lips against yours. You’ve been kissed before, but never in such a way that made you feel like floating. Like gravity ceased to exist. Like you were falling into a black hole that you didn’t want to claw out of. Prince Satoru Gojo’s kiss is different. It’s light and it’s heavy. It’s heaven and it’s earth. It’s a blessing and a curse.

He hums into you, making the knot in your belly tighten. For a moment, you don’t struggle. Instead, your lips part, and you allow the prince to cup your face to pull you in deeper, tasting you, relishing you. You wind your fingers through the soft strands of his starry hair, and lose yourself in the moment. When he breaks the kiss, pulling away with an expression you can only call beguiled, his thumb moves along the bottom of your lip. Your mind is the fog that clouds the streets at night. It doesn’t mean anything to you when you kiss the tip of his thumb, but when that grin you hate so much comes back, your body erupts in blusterous rage.

Realizing what you just allowed to happen, you snap at his hand. He pulls it away just in time for you to reach for your weapon and slice it across his chest. You push him back, only allowing yourself a second to collect yourself before aiming the dagger at his heart. He catches your wrist before it makes contact.

“So passionate,” he says with a smile, but through gritted teeth. “I must admit, this has been the most fun I’ve had in my bedchambers in a very long time. You might even be spoiling all the fun that the future entails as well. And I don’t even know your name yet. How sad.”

Satoru throws you against the wall, pinning your dagger-wielding arm against one of his extravagant paintings. He nods towards your weapon. “Throw that away.”

“You scared, alchemist?” You bite back.

“I’m only afraid you might hurt yourself, little sparrow. Sharp objects are dangerous, you know. Wouldn't want to clip your wings.” He winks. “And you should be referring to me as your royal highness. I am a prince, afterall.”

“With the dark craft that you and the royal family use, you’re no higher than me.”

Satoru chuckles. “Won’t you please tell me your name? Or at least join me in bed before you insist that I need to be killed.”

“This is not on my insistence.” It’s a slip, but it’s a big one. You’d cover your mouth if your hands were free.

“So, who sent you?” The prince prompts. “It can’t be a scorned lover. Hmmm. The Fushiguro clan? Pshh. No. They’d do it in person.” He flashes his teeth, omniscience glowing in his beautiful blue eyes. “Master Suguru Getou?”

You suck in a breath and he reads it all too well.

“I already know,” he purrs, lips brushing against yours. “Your fighting style is very similar to his. I’m just surprised he sent somebody with so little experience. It certainly proves how much of a coward he is.”

Your blood boils. How dare he insult your master to your face! Satoru Gojo, the sleazy prince and a lowly alchemist. He is scum compared to Master Getou.

You ram your head into the prince’s. Pain shoots down your spine, but you ignore it and thrust your dagger forward. Satoru grabs your arm and pushes it down, and soon, you scream after hearing a tearing sound, and feel a very sharp stinging at your side. Sticky warm fluid seep through your fingers at your side. It’s not a deep cut, but it’s just enough to make you bleed.

“Oh no,” Prince Satoru says in earnest. “Oh, this was my mistake. Dear sparrow, that was a reflex of mine. I didn’t mean to—“

There’s a knock on the prince’s chamber doors, followed by someone’s low voice asking, “your highness, are you well? I heard screaming.”

Shit. This is it. You’re dead. Sure, the prince wants to play with you, but anyone else will have your head in a heartbeat if they see what you’re doing. You should say your prayers now and kiss the world goodbye. You’re sending a silent apology to Master Getou when Satoru lifts you up and carries you to his bed.

“Sir Nanami?” The prince calls while he throws the sheets over both you and him. He climbs on top, pressing his chest into yours. The side that’s injured seers with pain, so you let out a little whimper the moment you hear footsteps enter the room.

“Don’t tell me you have a woman in here,” the man groans. “You know the king has forbidden any partner of yours from walking through these palace doors until further notice.”

“She flew in through my window, actually,” Satoru slyly admits. “But she’s no ordinary woman. She’s very special to me.”

Both you and the knight scoff at the same time, though you hope he doesn’t hear you. If he can believe this charade, perhaps you can get on with your night. And once you kill the prince, there will be a knight who will think that his murder is nothing but a lover’s quarrel gone wrong.

“I see.”

You’re staring at Satoru’s chest, and you realize that his wound from earlier is nearly healed. If you had any doubts about the Gojo family using alchemy, they’re out the window now. You run a fine finger across the red line that contrasts against his ivory chest, feeling the smooth bump where you’d cut him. Will it scar? you think. Disappear completely?

The prince squirms and grabs your hand. “That tickles!” He exclaims, bringing your hand up to his mouth to pepper kisses all over it. Even though the attention burns the back of your neck, you let him, since it’ll only convince the knight that the two of you are in fact being intimate.

Finally, Satoru says, “did you need something, Sir Nanami, or are you ready to confess your voyeuristic sins?”

Sir Nanami sighs, but you hear him back up a few paces. “Then, nobody’s hurt, your highness?”

“No,” Satoru says dubiously, “however, if you could fetch the healing medicines, that would be appreciated. She’s a little feisty!”

You slap his chest and he yips playfully back at you. It would be good fun if the two of you weren’t enemies.

Once the knight leaves, you’re quick to slink out of the bed, albeit wobbly. Dots of blood line his sheets, the sight making you feel a bit dizzy, but it doesn’t stop you from picking up your weapon.

“You don’t tire, do you?” Satoru asks impishly. “As admirable as that is, I simply cannot allow you to try to kill me anymore! You’ll get more hurt!”

“You’re nothing but a dirty alchemist.” You weakly thrust the dagger forward, nearing the window.

“Well, and a dashing prince, but that’s besides the point.” Satoru steps forward and you step back, your legs hitting the window’s wall. “Your master is no better.”

You bare your teeth at him. “Don’t you dare say a word to me about my master!”

“Please, little sparrow, you’re injured. Step away from the window and let’s bandage you up.” He reaches a hand out, and you swipe through the air, splicing his palm. More blood falls to the floor. Unafflicted, Satoru says, “you can’t hurt me.”

“Then let me leave, so that when I return, I can hurt you!”

There’s a purse on his lips. A pensive pause. Then the prince raises both of his hands, one of which is already healed, in defeat.

“There’s a medicine man who lives south-east from the gatehouse,” he says. “His name is Kiyotaka Ijichi. He’ll be asleep by now, but he’s a bit of a pushover and a sucker for a lady in distress. If you wail a bit outside his house, he’ll come out to offer you aid.”

“I don’t need anybody’s help,” you spit as you begin climbing out the window. You half-expect him to push you then. It’s a wonderful opportunity, one that you would seize if you were in his position. But the prince just watches you begin your descent.

“Do try to not bleed on any of the garden flowers,” he calls.

You wordlessly growl back at him.

“Oh, and little sparrow! Should you return here tomorrow evening, or perhaps the next night, or even a week or a month from now, shall I prepare red or white wine for you?” Prince Satoru offers you a charming smile. “And would you like there to be a violinist present? Anything to set the mood?”

Once you’re on your feet, you glare up at the beaming prince. He’s far too confident, but you make a mental promise to ruin that confidence someday, somehow. You don’t answer him, like you’re sure he doesn’t expect, but you allow him to watch you disappear into the black from whence you came.

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