#except for the interaction when he said he would kill his wife if he could get away with it.

[daisydood]

why do people actually get mad at rockstar for making john so cringefail in rdr2 like do you think he came out of the womb with rock hard morals and loving his wife?? the game is called red dead REDEMPTION. "ohhh rdr2 ruined john for me!!" do you not know what a redemption arc is

[2rats1gogh]

Same anon here with more- people need to stop conflating Aegon with Joffrey Baratheon.

Aegon has done some despicable things that I won’t make excuses for but he’s not the rabid dog that Joffrey was. Cersei, Tyrion and Tywin struggled to rein him in at 13 years old and once that crown was on his head a monster was let loose. Alicent can actually reason and get through to Aegon at pivotal times. Cersei could not do that with Joffrey.

Aegon above all craves Alicent’s approval and affection, he turns into a sniveling mess at Alicent’s scolding at his big age. Alicent is not afraid to tell Aegon exactly what she’s thinking. She doesn’t placate, pacify or coddle like everyone had to do with Joffrey because he was out of control, cruel AND stupid at the same time. Helaena is the most important person in the world to Alicent and Aegon is not going to harm the most precious thing in the world to Alicent. Helaena doesn’t have to fear Aegon bashing her head in with a rock or choking her after she has just had a stillbirth….

He called her an idiot at 14, yes it wasn’t nice but it was completely normal. At 14 I called my sister a cunt right across the dinner table, but I've also fought for that same sister. They are siblings and that interaction that made them seem more human as opposed to their 2 dimensional team black counterparts who always just smile and have kind words for each other- except when Jacaerys was beating the shit out of Luke on the beach, but no one is saying how miserable Luke was despite Luke actually seeming unhappy with parts of his life. He was even vocal about these things. Whereas Heleana who is a blunt speaker, has not said anything like that.

Helaena doesn’t look afraid of Aegon, she doesn’t look afraid of anyone in her immediate family (including Criston) as much as team black would like her to be. At the most Aegon ignores her, like she said. Honestly ignoring her is preferable to what Viserys was doing to Alicent. She had 3 children before she even reached 20. Aemond and Helaena are almost Irish twins. In the show Helaena and Aegon just have the twins who are maybe 4-5 years old, so Aegon is not forcing himself on Helaena.

We don’t know much about Helaena in the show because they decide to delete certain scenes and include other stupid filler scenes when they contain fan favorites…but Helaena in the book was happy. Her input towards the war was valued. She loved her children and everyone could agree she was a wonderful mother.

Her life isn’t perfect, there is no woman in that time period whose life is. Her husband is so far from perfect but that doesn’t mean Helaena lived a life of misery.

The book even says basically that Helaena died with Jaehaerys that night and Alicent didn’t kill Jaehaerys. That was Daemon Targaryen.

And when pointing the finger at Alicent, remember that she didn’t make Helaena on her own. She had a useless father who ignored her and her siblings her entire life. Viserys withheld his love from them out of some twisted loyalty to his first wife that he killed and his oldest child by this wife. These things would have a deep emotional impact on a person, it certainly has on her brothers. Stop letting Viserys off the hook.

(the way you called Joffrey a rabid dog omg I’m cryingggg😭😭😭😭 shxjskkzkvzlclwgzjpf)

but yeah, you are so so so right.

I hate it when people, mostly TB, compare Aegon to Joffrey. Like the ONLY two things they have in common is an ambitious (?) widow mother queen and also the fact that both aren’t very nice people. But that’s about it. Aegon at his worst doesn’t even come close to how horrendous Joffrey was on a regular day. Aegon never killed people for fun, he didn’t publicly humiliate Helaena like Joffey did with Sansa. And as I say, I am ignoring the fact that he’s a rapist because it was literally added out of nowhere, makes no sense, and has no relevance to the plot whatsoever. It was added purely to make Aegon and TG look bad. Canonically he is literally just a lazy alcoholic.

And I absolutely agree with what you said about Helaena. TB often say that “aLiCeNt MaDe HeR LiFe HeLl” but she literally didn’t? She would NEVER have her marry Aegon if Aegon was like Joffrey Baratheon. You can call Aegon every insult in the book, he was neglectful, he ignored her, he wasn’t really present in the lives of their kids, but he was NOT an abusive husband or father. And as you said, unlike Viserys, he never forced himself on Helaena. He wasn’t obsessed with the idea of having as many children as possible with her. Literally not at any point his nonexistent “abusive” behavior is shown, not even in the show. During the dinner scene Helaena literally jokes about her relationship with him, she seems comfortable and chill.

Sure, as you said, her life was far from perfect. In the books she does give birth at 14, in the show, since everyone is slightly older, she most likely was 16? Not that uncommon actually. She still had her mother, and her brothers, she has sir Criston. Aegon’s behavior was controlled by Alicent, so he would NEVER hurt her. If you remember how Alicent reacted to Aegon forcing himself upon Dyana (dumb scene overall but still) you can only imagine how she would react if he treated Helaena the same way.

[specialagentlokitty]

Patrick Jane x reader - knowledge

Hiii could I ask fooooor aaa Patrick Jane x reader where reader isn't one to to goof around rather distant but very observant, like she's just on her head but her head is always running and when talking to her she may come across cold but in reality shes like super dupper awkward with the whole interactions thingy. But aslo very intelligent so on a case Jane where she's on the field with Jane and perhaps Cho (we love cho) Jane, well is Jane, but she finds a flaw on his deduction and just bluntly says so but then she's so awkward cuz dude she's new and Jane has already made a name on the CBI and Cho is there which only makes - @fucklife-or-me 💜

You were speaking to one of the officers who arrived on scene, getting his version of what he saw when he arrived.

Jane and Cho were simply wondering around the house, looking at everything while Jane was rattling things off.

“Excuse me.”

You walked away from the officer and over to the pair of them, arms crossed over your chest as you listened to Jane.

He was rambling on about what had happened here, and for the most part out agreed with him, everything he said matched up with all of the evidence.

All except one thing.

“In his coffee were an assortment of medications, aiming to knock him out so his wife could kill him.”

You shook your head.

“You’re wrong.” You said bluntly.

“How so?” Cho asked.

You walked over to both cups and pointed at them both, looking at the steam rising.

“These are freshly made coffee’s, neither have been drunk. The victim was killed at some point last night we know that, and the murderer stayed until just now.”

Jane frowned a little bit, looking at the two cups before turning back to you.

“So what were the cups for then?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit, going to look around the home.

You were looking at everything and finally you stopped by a draw that was slightly open.

Pulling on a glove, you pulled it open and looked inside.

“My guess, it was a robbery gone wrong.”

You turned them them and just stared at them before you awkwardly looked away.

You didn’t know what to say now, so you simply padded away to carry on looking around before you headed towards the office.

When you got there, you sat down at your desk to do some paperwork before Cho and Jane got back.

“You were right, the victims wife came home and gave us a list of what was missing.” Cho said.

He set the list in your desk and walked away while Jane sat on the other side of your desk.

He watched you working, you were carefully monitoring what you were writing down, and double checking everything.

He looked at the list you had been given before setting it back.

He’d only spoken to you a few times, and this was your first time working a case with him, and he was curious as to how smart you really were.

“If you were to steal something, where would you take it for a quick turn over?”

You looked up at him before quickly typing something into your computer before turning the screen towards him.

“Simple, pawn shops and car boot sales. Car boot sales are a lot easier then pawn shops but there is two in the area that are pretty sketchy, and only three car boots going on today.”

You wrote down everything and handed it over to him before going back to his work.

“How’d you figure that out?”

You shrugged and carried on working on whatever it was you were doing and he handed the information to Lisbon and Rigsby.

Jane decided to stay there with you and carry on questioning you, he wanted to see how able you were, and maybe get a feel for why you spoke so coldly towards them all.

You were a hard worker, that was for sure.

But there was something about about you, an intelligence that you tried to keep hidden deep down within you.

He wanted to see the extent of that knowledge, and he wanted to see how many things you were knowledgeable.

So he kept asking questions about the case, you were giving you him all the answers he wanted and he was sending them over to the rest of the team.

You stopped talking after a while and simply got up and walked away from him without another word.

Jane watched you walk to the kitchen and he titled his head a little bit as he smiled.

“She’s kinda cold towards people.” Grace whispered.

Jane shook his head as he looked up at her.

“Nope, she’s just socially awkward.”

He beamed and got up and walked away, now he was going to find a way to help you over this social awkwardness

[blues824]

GN!Geten!Reader who finds themselves tossed in the world of The Remarried Empress with no one else to depend on, believing their last thoughts will be "When I get my hands on you, Dabi, you'll wish you died long before you joined the League..."

-

Except those aren't their last thoughts as they find themselves in a strange bed not in their normal clothes being taken care of by a strange but beautiful woman who introduces herself as Empress Navier.

Word spreads about how only a few days later after Rashta was found, the Empress found someone of her own she brought in. The Emperor has heard but was barred from entering her room where the newcomer was kept much to his great displeasure. Though he doesn't know who to be jealous of; the stranger who his wife found and nurses back to health or Navier who found someone so descriptively gorgeous.

After awhile, the stranger can finally make their appearance with Her Majesty The Empress. They now wear the heavy clothes they were found in, puffy hood hiding their face. When the Emperor calls for his wife, hoping the stranger follows, he finds himself disappointed when they're nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, they hide in the shadows, learning what they can before they can be found.

Rashta, pouty because of the lack of attention, goes looking for this mystery person only to no avail as they fled back to Empress's room to be somewhere somewhat familiar to get their thoughts in order.

At the Ceremony, after Rashta has been recognized as a Mistress, the stranger is there in their strange attire, avoiding any and all attempts of interactions.

The bullshit happens, Reader had moved a little too close and got grabbed by the mistress, the sudden tension causing their hood to fall and expose their identity. As the suddenly entranced Sovieshu says for them to be his mistress, their brows slightly furrow.

Their lips part to speak in a soft monotone-

"My mission is too important. I must finish my mission."

with a very not feminine voice.

(Sorry about the length, got too excited about the possibilities of GN!Geten!Reader attempting to get back home (and maybe plotting to kill Dabi while they're at it for his blunder that landed them in this mess))

Reader does not have a feminine voice as per the request, but is gender-neutral. This consists of Sovieshu, Rashta, Navier, and Kosair.

Sovieshu

He was definitely jealous. Navier had told him that she found you in the garden in a very disoriented state, so she took it upon herself to nurse you back to health, which made the Emperor frustrated because you were receiving attention from his own wife.

Plus, this was rather convenient. He had just announced Rashta as his mistress, so the Empress finding you was rather smooth. This guy probably comes up with a couple of delusional theories like you were from this world and just waiting for Navier.

Then, the New Year’s Party was there, and you were invited as a guest. Your light blue coat was definitely noticeable, and he wasn’t very happy about you sticking to the shadows. He eventually called his wife over, hoping you would follow but was saddened that you chose not to.

As the night went on, Sovieshu could tell that his mistress was getting very irritated about something. What he didn’t expect was for Rashta to just pull your coat off to reveal such a gorgeous person. He definitely reprimanded the young lady for violating your privacy like that, but he also called you over in secret.

There, in the room, he gently asked if you would consider becoming a concubine and joining his harem, but you became even more solemn as you said in a monotone voice, “My mission is too important. I must finish my mission.” He was so confused by your voice, but he understood that you refused him and had your eyes set on someone or something else.

Rashta

She was very curious as to who stole the attention of both His and Her Imperial Majesties in the span of a few hours. Plus, the Empress was personally helping you get better. You surely must be powerful or something.

However, she could see how you were putting a huge mental toll on the Emperor. Just a few minutes ago, she was in his chambers watching him pace back and forth as she tried to comfort him and get him to calm down. How dare you have the audacity to stress Sovieshu out?

Rashta was very excited once she heard that you would be attending the New Year’s Party, but was upset when she saw you just sticking to the shadows. You also acted very cold towards her (get it?? Please tell me you do), which further upset her.

Then, she finally had enough. She pulled off your coat to reveal your true identity, and everyone let out a gasp. You had no such ridiculous reaction, considering it a waste of time and energy that could be used to plot Dabi’s demise for even getting you in this situation.

The young mistress heard Sovieshu pull you aside to ask for you to become a concubine, and she also heard you refuse in a very not-feminine voice. She was surprised, and also concerned when you explained that it would distract you from your main mission and that you didn’t have time for such frivolous things such as relationships.

Navier

She had found you in the garden, very confused. Her gentle disposition that she showed towards you had put you at ease. You took her hand as she led you to a guest room where she dismissed the servants so that she could nurse you back to health.

Honestly, letting Sovieshu know that she was personally taking care of you made her feel a sense of pride and revenge. Her husband grew insanely jealous, so he finally got a taste of his own medicine. It was about damn time, though.

Navier was the one who made sure you were attending the ball. She wanted to be able to keep a close eye on you in case something went wrong and you needed immediate assistance. Also, she felt as though she could trust you even though she had just met you a few days ago.

One thing that no one knew was going to happen was Rashta yanking your big jacket off, revealing your true features. You were gorgeous, to say the least. But, you didn’t seem angry about it. In fact, you didn’t show any emotion.

Sovieshu asked you to become his second concubine, and you refused saying that you had a more important mission of getting your revenge. You had never told her about any sort of mission, so she was understandably confused. 

Kosair

His sister had told him about the guest that she was helping, and he had to admit that he was quite curious about the mysterious person that just showed up at the palace. So, he decided to write to Navier and request to meet you.

You were on his good side, mainly because you pissed off Sovieshu. He doesn’t care if you are the shittiest person on Earth, as long as you are against the Emperor he is your new best friend. Honestly, that’s amazing on its own.

It was in the newspaper where Kosair learned about the fiascos that happened during the New Year’s Party that Navier hosted. You weren’t even supposed to be there because you weren’t on the guest list. However, the Empress demanded your presence so that she could make sure you were alright.

Then, Rashta the mistress decided that you shouldn’t have your privacy and she tugged your coat off. The picture on the paper didn’t do you justice, but it got the point across that you were the Eastern Empire’s new heartthrob.

What happened next really threw him in for a loop: you refused to become Sovieshu’s next concubine because you were focused on going back to your own world. No one ever had the gut to tell His Imperial Majesty ‘no’, so it really caused a scandal. But, if I’m being honest, Kosair really wants to marry you now that you showed that the Emperor couldn’t get everything he wants.

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Daenerys Month Day 2- Underrated relationships and dynamics :Rhaella and Daenerys Targaryen

Queen Rhaella died giving birth to her daughter, so unfortunately Dany has no memory of her mother. All she has is Viserys' memories of her when he feels gallant enough to share them.

For a mother and daugther duo who never got to interact those two share some - tragic- similarities in their lives.

1. Abusive older brother:

In Rhaella's case, Aerys wasn't only her brother but her husband as well. That doesn't change the fact that he was first her older brother and since he always knew he would marry his little sister, he also considered her his to torment.

But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. "You're hurting me," they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door.

 Similarly, his son, Viserys, thought that his sister belonged to him not only to marry one day but also abuse as well. When he decides to marry her to Drogo, his abuse doesn’t stop.

But when she told her brother, Viserys had twisted her hair until she cried. "You are blood of the dragon," he had screamed at her. "A dragon, not some smelly fish."

Viserys slid close to Dany on her silver, dug his fingers into her leg, and said, "Please him, sweet sister, or I swear, you will see the dragon wake as it has never woken before."

2. Abusive husband:

Aerys was a worse husband than Drogo because at least the latter didn't beat his wife every time he had a fit. However, unlike what the got showrunners would like you to believe ( by calling Drogo x Dany a love story) Dany was sexually abused by her husband. The fact that she came to endure it and even have fond feelings for her husband says more about this poor girl's familization with abuse - she grew up with Viserys after all- than about Drogo's behavior.

Yet every night, some time before the dawn, Drogo would come to her tent and wake her in the dark, to ride her as relentlessly as he rode his stallion. He always took her from behind, Dothraki fashion, for which Dany was grateful; that way her lord husband could not see the tears that wet her face, and she could use her pillow to muffle her cries of pain. When he was done, he would close his eyes and begin to snore softly and Dany would lie beside him, her body bruised and sore, hurting too much for sleep.

3. Knights failed them

In folk tales and legend sagas, knights are always portrayed noble and save those in need, especially good and helpless ladies. However, Martin likes to deconstruct those tropes and most of the knights that appeared in Rhaella and Daenerys' lives failed them.

Rhaella was surrounded by the Kingsguards who were supposed to be the most fair knights in the seven kingdoms. Still none of them jumped in to save her from her abusive husband. Because their loyality was first and foremost to Aerys, the King of Westeros.

“We are sworn to protect her as well," Jaime had finally been driven to say. "We are," Darry allowed, "but not from him."

In Dany's case, on the first chapters appears a knight - Ser Jorah- who seems to have her best interest at heart and is willing to advice the young girl on various subjects. We find out much later that he was hired by King Robert Baratheon to kill her and her unborn child. While Jorah regrets the orders he got and eventually genuinely supports her, he never confesses the truth. Dany finds out second hand from Ser Barristan Selmy.

"I am dreaming," she said. "A waking dream, a walking dream. I am alone and lost."

Lost, because you lingered, in a place that you were never meant to be, murmured Ser Jorah, as softly as the wind. Alone, because you sent me from your side.

"You betrayed me. You informed on me, for gold."

At the beginning of the third parallel I said that most knights fail them. Because there are still a few exceptions. The best example is Ser Willem Darry, who was the one who rescued infant Daenerys and young Viserys from Dragonstone. When she lived for a short period with him, it was the only time Dany felt secure and happy as a child. Dany’s loyal bloodriders while not being knights also fall into that category.

4. miscarriages & stillbirths:

Mother and daughter both had difficult pregnancies that unfortunately ended tragically.

Here is what The World of Ice and Fire tells us about Rhaella on this subject:

Relations between the king and queen grew even more strained when Rhaella proved unable to give Aerys any further children. Miscarriages in 263 and 264 were followed by a stillborn daughter born in 267. Prince Daeron, born in 269, survived for only half a year. Then came another stillbirth in 270, another miscarriage in 271, and Prince Aegon, born two turns premature in 272, dead in 273.

As for poor Dany, her son with Drogo, Rhaego, is stillborn. A couple of years later, she suffers a miscarriage - of a pregnancy she wasn’t aware of- as she rides Drogon.

5. Protector of the weak

Rhaella and Dany know what it feels like to be afraid for your life and in constant pain. And they both step in to protect people they consider their responsibility from being abused.

Rhaella dismissed plenty of her ladies in order to protect them from her husband

Sadly, the marriage between Aerys II Targaryen and his sister, Rhaella, was not as happy; though she turned a blind eye to most of the king's infidelities, the queen did not approve of his "turning my ladies into his whores." (Joanna Lannister was not the first lady to be dismissed abruptly from Her Grace's service, nor was she the last).

As for Dany, we need to look not further from all those people she can liberated who lovingly call her “Mhysa” aka Mother.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Prettier When You're Mine

Andrew Barber x Reader

Summary: One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family. Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion. Masterlist Playlist Chapter 2

Chapter 3

A revelation from Y/n forces Andy to put another plan into action. Warnings- Possessive behavior, violence, stalking, references to SMUT.

One month later  Having been a loner all his life, Andy had never been the type to grab drinks with colleagues after work. He even skipped office holiday parties and only ever interacted with coworkers on a larger scale during meetings. As long as the event didn't have any direct relation to work, he'd be more inclined to spent the evening in the comfort of his home, where the liquor was free and the burden of socializing was resting on his tired shoulders. But that night was different.

That night, Andy didn’t care about the huge case that their office had just won, or the serial home invader that would be facing a the harshest sentence possible by the end of the weekend, all he cared about was the conversation he’d overheard in the elevator about who was going to be at the office's casual celebration at pub that night

Y/n.

She hadn’t told him she’d be there and Andy had certainly not been invited- he was still facing a brutal shunning from everyone that still believed his son was a murderer, and the ones that said that Jacob must have gotten it from somewhere. Nonetheless, Andy had never been one to let the whispers from the shadows propel him into a cowering stance, and he certainly wasn’t going to let a few odd stares stop him from spending some time with Y/n.

More and more, he was beginning to believe that she was his second chance; she didn’t treat him the way everyone else did. To her, he wasn’t the father of a murderer, or an outcast that the powers at be had only kept around for his stellar conviction rate- like a rabid fight dog too useful to be put down. She didn’t flinch when they stood in the elevator together- she got into his car. She didn’t whisper to her friends when he walked by- Andy could tell that she saw him as more than anything the papers had made him- and his family- out to be. 

In that way, she was not like Laurie. 

Laurie, who was stunning, intelligent and empathic; Laurie, who weak and had let herself be so poisoned against their own son that she’d killed them both.  

Murder-Suicide, that's what they'd called the accident and part of him hated her for it. But all of him still loved her. 

But that night wasn’t about Laurie and her fatal flaws, it was about his future. The woman across the room, standing at a tall, round table with a group of, all laughing widely and nursing the kind of drinks that would give someone his age a hangover for a week. From where he was standing, it was easy to recognize most of her friends, most- except for one. A couple attorneys that had arrived at the office when she had, a legal clerk, a researcher a littler older than the rest of them. He knew them all from work, all except the man standing at her left, arm thoughtlessly slung around her shoulders. Andy was sure that he’d never seen him around.  

“Bold of you to show up.”

Rolling his eyes, Andy huffed, irritated that he was being forced into splitting his attention. “Fuck off Neal.”

Neal chuckled dryly, “I’m just saying,” through his periphery, Andy noted the masked venom that was being cast his way, “Its one thing to get your job back, its another to come here and act like you’re still wanted.” 

“What the hell is your problem, huh?” Finally granting him the fury he’d intended to provoke, Andy glared at Neal, “Still twisted up about me getting that job that you thought you deserved? Newsflash, you’re only good because I made you good.”

“And the great Andy Barber can never let me live that down,” he huffed a chortle, rolling his eyes, “It was your job to teach me. Just like its your job to teach her,” Neal nudged towards Y/n, “What are you gonna do, try to screw her over too?”

As a fit of blind rage rushed through his veins, like a lit match on a line of kerosene, Andy slammed his glass down on the worn bar behind him and lunged for Neal’s collar, grabbing the lapels harshly.

How dare that asshole assume he'd ever hurt Y/n?

“I didn’t screw you over, you jealous son of a bitch,” he gritted through a clenched jaw, shoving his further down so Neal's back was bent awkwardly, the back of his head was almost touch the bar and his beer had fallen over, glass shattering noisily and liquor spilling at their feel. “You screwed me over.” 

Neal’s hands were gripping his wrists tightly and while there was evident fear in his eyes, it was clear he’d gotten the reaction he’d been seeking. And he would have gotten more if it wasn’t for a hand flattened urgently on the back of his shoulder, jerking him back to his senses. “Andy,” she sounded far away at first, but by the second time Y/n had called out to him, it was like emerging from the bottom of a pool; suddenly everything was clear again. “Come on,” she encouraged and as he let Neal’s collar go, he chanced a look around and found that half the pub’s attention was on him. 

“Two beers,” he heard Y/n tell the bartender as his breathing evened, and in the background, Andy also caught Neal mumbling something about how he’d always been a hot head, a comment wasn't entirely untrue, but didn't do much for his bruised ego and simmering anger either. “Let’s go outside,” Y/n suggested when she got the pair of amber tinted bottles. 

As they stepped through the front entrance of the quaint establishment, Y/n offered him one of the drinks, “Its not craft, but it’ll do the job,” she joked. 

“Thanks,” Andy took a swing of the beer, wincing appreciatively. He rarely drank cheap beer, but every time he did, he was reminded that it actually wasn’t as bad as he remembered. “Not just for this,” he gestured with the bottle, “But for back there too.” Much too ashamed of his behavior he didn’t dare look at Y/n; he didn't want her to think that everything everyone was saying was true. That he was angry and volatile. That he had a chip on his shoulder. 

That he was nothing more than the son of a cold blood killer who’d managed to pass on a few of those bad genes. 

Y/n shrugged, “Its no problem. I noticed things getting heated and didn’t want you to make a decision you’d regret.”

“I’ve made a lot of decisions I regret,” he courted gruffly, still avoiding looking at her directly. Though, when a few seconds of awkward silence befell them, he added, in a far softer tone, “But I’m grateful that you didn’t let me add one more to the list.”

She nodded subtly, “For what its worth, Neal’s a piece of work, so he probably deserved it.”

She's still on his side, the realization made Andy smile.

“You mean a complete jackass,” he corrected and she chuckled softly.

“I do,” she glanced at him, smile still lingering. 

Briefly, his face fell, and Andy glanced down at the damp sidewalk, “Yeah well,” he took a swing of the bottle, “Whatever he is…..I’m a hundred times worse.”

Reaching out, she laid a hand on his bicep and Andy’s breath caught. “No,” as he raised his head, their eyes met, the dimness of dusk only hampering his ability to match her gaze slightly. “You’re not. Andy, you’re not defined by any….of that,” she exhaled shakily, “Look, I don’t know your life, not really. But I know what I see in front of me; a good man.”

“A broken man,” he argued husky, not even wanting to admit it but trusting her enough to do it anyway. 

She frowned, “He’s trying,” she elicited softly, giving his arm a squeeze. Turning completely to face her, Andy took a step closer, leaving only about five inches between them. She must have been about a foot shorter than he was and he found that he liked how small she was in comparison. 

He could protect her;

Command her. 

Y/n’s delicate hand slid down his firm, bulging bicep to his forearm, lingering there while his arms stayed limp. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but she’d pushed him away more than once and and he was too scared to take the risk again. 

“How do you know?” He knitted his brows, using the light of the street lamp nearby to aid in searching her eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but Andy thought he’d know when he found it. 

Y/n flashed him a faint, wistful smile, “I just do.” 

He was going to lean down, just kiss her like he'd wanted to for so long, but something in the back of Andy’s mind- perhaps the guilt that came with the fact that he still wore his wedding ring- made him hesitate. 

Suddenly, she wasn't Laurie's understudy anymore; she was another person. One who was so absolutely remarkable that it made him feel like he didn't deserve her. She was too beautiful, too good.

But he wanted to deserve her- he needed to.

Laurie's space needed filling.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar baritone interrupted their moment as a figure he’d seen for the first time that night stepped out of the pub. A tall, lanky frame with broad shoulders and a shock of tousled, dark hair. 

Upon seeing him in the doorway, Y/n immediately pulled away, though not in a fashion that suggested the action was born from guilt. Instead, it was so she could reach for him in what seemed to be an instinctive fashion. “James,” she grinned widely- wider than she ever had with him- and as the man fell into step beside her, his arm went around her waist, “This is my boss Andy.”

James offered his hand, which Andy reluctantly took, though only to keep up a polite appearance, “Andy, this is my fiancé, James.”

Fiancé?

What?

Stuttering, Andy cleared his throat and as he shook James’ hand, he searched for Y/n’s, only to realize that she’d placed it on the man’s back. She never wore a ring though, he would remember that. He was certain that he would remember. “Fiancé, huh,” their shake ended firmly and James slipped his hand into the pocket of his slacks, “I didn’t know.”

“Its the no ring, right?” Right, because what kind of engaged woman didn't wear a fucking ring? James laughed, glancing over at Y/n who was still beaming proudly, “I told you people would notice,” he teased. 

“So what?” She giggled, finally turning her face back to address Andy, “We sent his mother’s ring to be resized and then the bridge broke.”

“I wanted to get her something temporary,” James chimed in, still gazing down lovingly at his betrothed. 

“But I thought the money would be put to better use as part of a down payment for a house.”

“Cause she’s the smart one,” James joked leaning down to peck the side of Y/n’s head, and as the pair- couple- carried on with their lighthearted banter, Andy could feel himself sinking deep into a potent combination of jealously, rage and heartbreak. 

After a few minutes, it was almost as if they'd forgotten that he was there, preferring to keep each other occupied in easy conversation. It didn’t matter though, in a way, Andy had already left. He was too consumed by the uproar inside, the collection of feelings that he had just realized came complete with a neat little term; betrayal. Y/n had betrayed him; led him on, introduced him to this silly little fantasy that she could save him from his demons, made him fall for her, only to pull the rug out from under his feet at the very last second. 

What kind of person doesn’t mention that they’re engaged?

Their words, coupled with the environmental noises surrounding them faded away, ushering in the distinct sound of water in his ears. Andy felt like he couldn’t breathe and the crushing feeling of losing something special was like a sucker punch to the gut. 

He couldn’t believe she would do that to him. He couldn’t believe he trusted her, after everything he’d put into her. 

They’d worked together for a year, shared countless little moments. She’d been so outright with her flirtations; the way she’d touch his hand and let him take hers, their lingering hugs after he’d walk her out the building before heading to his car, that coy smile she’d flash him when he helped her into her coat and the way she bit her lower lip while he spoke. 

She loved him, she had to. Andy could see it in her eyes.

It was so obvious, she was such a fucking tease. 

With a mumbled excuse, Andy left, though it wasn't to head back into the bar. Turning away, he trudged down the sidewalk, fist clenched around the neck of the half empty bottle and jaw taunt with fury. With one hand slipped into his pocket, he dragged himself towards his car, parked at the end of the block, and as he did, one though rose above the ashes in his mind;

He was going to get his wife back, and nothing was going to stand in his way. 

Two weeks later “I would invite you up, but its so late.”

“.......I know what I see in front of me; a good man.”

“This is my fiancé, James.” 

As his head rose the waters above the water’s surface, he drew in a deep breath and tugged his swimming goggles off, dumping them on the ledge of the pool. Still breathing heavily, Andy folded his arms on the rough surface, lingering in the barren pool for a while longer. His swim was supposed to clear his head, giving something else to focus on for a while, but all it had done was given him an opportunity to ruminate on Y/n’s words. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to his arm as his breathing slowly evened. It was like he couldn’t escape her, the lies she told him, the way she made him feel before dropping that bomb on him. 

How could she be engaged? 

What did James have that he didn’t?

Licking his chlorine stained lips, Andy pulled himself out of the pool. Collecting his goggles off the ground, he strutted over to a bench, where he’d left his towel earlier, slinging it around his neck before heading over to the locker room. It was still early, so with the exception of a couple janitors and security guards, the place was empty and because it was a weekday, it would be for another couple hours- not many went swimming at five am on Wednesday mornings. He preferred when it was like that; hollow enough for even the softest echos to remain unhampered but more importantly private. That hour in the pool, with his head under the water and only the sound of practiced strokes filling his ear, was his and Andy wasn't particularly fond of sharing. 

Stepping into the shower, Andy turned on the hot water, the warmth raining down on his back a stark contrast to the bone deep chill that the unheated pool had carried. For a moment, he leaned forward, flattening his palms against the white, tiled wall. As the spray beat down on him, reddening his skin, Andy cast his head down and let his eyes slide shut. 

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, it must have been a while because eventually, the sound and sting of the water helped him empty his mind. He could have likened the sensation of falling asleep; slow and then all at once, and for the first time in a while, he was at peace. He wasn't angry at Laurie, Y/n or the world by extension, he wasn’t hurt that she’d led him on. He was just breathing; in, out, in, out…..

The subtle patter of footfalls in the water was so soft that Andy was almost positive that it was just something his mind had conjured up, but then, the pair of hands settling on his waist and slipping forward to lock in front of his stomach was not. He could feel the warmth- more gentle than that of the water- behind him. Soft breasts pressed to the center of his back and soft skin flush against his. 

In.

“What are you doing in here?” He rasped, swallowing thickly. 

Her lips on his spine electrified his nerve. “What do you think I’m doing here?” He could feel her breath on his skin, and the rhythmic beat of her heart was slower than the erratic pace of his. 

“I don’t understand,” Andy managed despite his mouthing excitement, “How’d you know I’d be here?”

Y/n chuckled, the sound quiet and sultry, “You ask so many questions,” she taunted, kissing his back again, “I know everything about you, Andy.” 

Flattered, he huffed. Removing one of his hands from the wall, he reached past himself for her thigh, pads of his fingers pressing into her flesh. “What about James?” He peered as one of Y/n’s hands crept down the toned plane of his stomach, inching towards his crotch. 

“Stop talking,” she breathed, circling her lithe fingers around his semi-hard shaft, “Just enjoy the moment.”

She hadn’t started pumping yet, and desperate to lay his hungry gaze on her, Andy’s eyes snapped open and he turned around hastily. “What the fuck,” he elicited in a harsh breath upon discovering that Y/n was gone- or perhaps more accurately, had never been there. “Shit,” he hissed, swallowing thickly and running his hands through his soaked hair. Andy didn’t think his imagination had ever been that vivid, not even when he was an embarrassingly hormonal teenager that kept a stash of magazines tucked away under his bed. 

Frustrated with himself, and a little embarrassed, Andy switched to cold water and finished up his shower, eager to get out as quickly as possible. When he was through, he wrapped his towel around his waist, collected his things and hurried towards his locker, eager to get dressed and get out;

He needed to do something about his…dilemma before it drove him to insanity. 

Hurriedly, he dried off, pulled on a clean, dry pair of boxers and then pants. He was just reaching into his gym bag for his dress shirt when, before he could lay his hand on it upon reaching into his bag, his phone went off and realizing that he hadn’t checked it since dumping it into his bag about two hours earlier, Andy snatched it up. 

Unlocking the screen, he ignored all of the other notifications- most of them work related- in favor of an email from an ordinarily unassuming address. One of the gray area detectives at the local precinct, the sleazy kind that was willing to use his connections at a cost.  

It paid to have people in the right places, and sometimes, if you paid those people life was a little easier. 

Tapping the notification, he opened the email and because there wasn’t any body text, he went straight into the attached file. At first, most of its contents were made of of things he’d been able to find out on his own; 

A NYU educated software engineer from Washington. Came from good parents, a teacher and a dental hygienist and he had a sister who was a yoga instructor. He and Y/n had met at grad school and they’d been engaged as of three months ago. 

A few screen capped social media posts that Andy had already skimmed though an account he’d made specifically for the purpose were included and there were also copies of academic certificates that  he had absolutely no interest in. Andy was about to count his three grand as wasted, there didn’t seem to be anything that he could weaponize to get Y/n away from James in there. The man was the squeaky clean poster child for the kind of guy every parent wanted for their daughter. Just as he was about to close the file though, he managed to scroll far enough to discover something that would have never been able to get on his own, at least not without using more…..legitimate and traceable channels. 

Temporarily forgetting his former task of getting dressed, Andy sank down next to his bag on the long bench that populated the area between the rows of lockers. Gnawing on his lower lip, with one elbow pressed into his thigh as he leaned forward, he allowed himself a little more than just a quick scan of the pages and as he did, the first inklings of a silly little idea bloomed in his mind;

Maybe it wasn’t about what James had that he didn’t; maybe it was about what he could give Y/n that James couldn’t.

Tagging: @polytheatix @wintasssoldier @sapphire-rogers @ambreds @patzammit @sarahdonald87

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I read about the "What if Takemichi was a girl" in one of your post and i want to add.

First time that Hina and Kisaki see Takemichi, they didn't know that it was a boy.

Takemichi was a kind of tomboy. Because you know, if you want to be a delinquent, better to hide the fact that you are a girl. She didn't know Senju then.

Only Takuya knows until a point, Akkun stays spechless for two hours after have learned it "I punched a girl?" "you want to fight again?" "Takemichi he'll bezt you again" "I'm gonna show him if i'm weak" "but i never said that you were…" "FIGHT ME!"

Hina wanted to tell her feelings to Takemichi only to discover that "you are a girl?" "well biologically speaking, yes?" and they both laugh "ho i didn't realize it, i'm sorry" "nah it's fine"

All the Mizo group was TERRIFIED that Kiyomasa discover the truth. Because what this kind of man could do to their friend then?

Now for Toman

Well Mikey would NOT realize.

For the rest, it would be like in Host Club, where the character slowly realize it little to little while interacting with Takemichi. Like imagine a light bulb that lights up every time they realize.

Mitsuya would realize it first; he raised two sisters and still raise them.

Draken would realize just after because he lives with women. But he wouldn't say anything to Mikey because that's hilarous?

Baji would realize after them because he's a mama boy so he has a radar.

Chifuyu would realize it 100% immediatly too. Takemichi would punch him if he dared to say "i'll protect you partner" "you are adorable but i'm able to do it myself"

Kisaki will realize at some point after the bloody halloween? Imagine his glass breaking because of all the ideas coming in his mind. "why have one wife when i can have two" Hanma would be like "dude, you are really twisted =)"

Emma and Hina 100% bet about "when Mikey will realize"

Yuzuha realize it but found hilarous that Hakkai didn't react (and waited to see WHEN he would realize). Taaiju sees it too but "don't except me to go nicely with you because you are a girl" "Fine for me!! come and fight me!"

Inupi would go full big brother instinct.

Draken will probably say, at a point "Mikey must have realized it, instinctively, because he never got that far with a boy" Peh: I thought he was gay :/ Draken: could have been to if Takemichi had been a boy yeah

Mikey, when he finally realizes: OoO

Funny, Manilla Mikey relized it before Past!Mikey. You know when he slam Takemichi on the floor.

Mikey:

Mikey: wait

Mikey: you are....

Takemichi: A woman? Yes. 12 years Mikey, seriously.

Mikey: OO WHHHAAATTTTTT?

Naoto, somewhere: what happening...HE DIDN'T KNOW?

During Tenjiku, both Emma and Takemichi are hurt but not killed. Emma is like "open you damn eyes Mikey" "What?"

Meanwhile, Kakucho is internally screaming while hearing Kisaki's plan for Takemichi. (him, internally, protably: gonna kill him gonna kill him gonna kill him)

Mikey realize it at the hospital. Draken is like "damn i lost my bet" "what dou you mean Ken-Chin, you knew?" "Since the almost beginning yes..."

He's 100 more protective. "you know she would punch you for saying that she need your protection?" "non sense i would protect Takeitchy even if she was a boy" ":/"

In fact not a lot would change, because pretty sure that Takemichi would be a tomboy when younger and his personality wouldn't change a lot. Everyone thinks that she's a boy? Well good she will not be agressed them (i mean one of the first arcs speak about a girl who has been r**** right?). And she can be a delinquant, as she wanted to be.

Maitake would be the main pairing, probably

Ah yeah this sounds cool! And lmao just imagine Hakkai's reaction when he does originally find out though, I bet he just freezes, maybe even faints. Poor guy.

[amabeeze3al]

Ok so I have an Owlhouse theory: What if Caleb Wittebane IS Flapjack?

When I first watched the scene of Belos's reaction to Flapjack, that was my interpretation of it. On second thought yeah it probably makes more sense for Flapjack to just be his PALISMAN and not HIM but I still think it's a cool AU/Theory.

I don't have any rock hard evidence of Caleb being Flapjack, but there's some stuff that could be interpreted that way:

1. Belos's reaction to seeing the palisman:

Belos's reaction felt a bit weird to me, like when he said "Caleb" it sounds like he's talking TO the palisman not just making a general statement (If that makes sense).

It feels like a weird thing to say your brother's name specifically instead of just "YOU!" or something like that, also would just seeing his brother's palisman make him THAT mad?? I feel like Belos would've just done a "We meet again" or "YOU TURNED HIM AGAINST ME" ya know? NOPE he just said CALEB and then freaked tf out, seeing Flapjack made him that emotional and I feel like just seeing your dead brother's PALISMAN wouldn't do that, at least not to him.

2. Caleb's Wife(?) Is a Witch:

Caleb's Wife is a Witch and the show makes sure we KNOW that, we also know that she SURVIVED whatever Belos did to her and Caleb, enough to attack him afterwards. We also never REALLY see Caleb die we just, from context clues, know he was stabbed. We never SEE him die (even if we see his BODY but most people theorized that it was a grimwalker and not CALEB'S actual body). So maybe his Wife saved him by like. . . Fusing him with his palisman maybe? Or just turning him INTO one, either because a) His current body wasn't salvageable and that was the "on hand" solution or b) Wifey wanted to save him AND keep him safe from Belos by letting him think he killed him.

And Hunter/The other Golden Guards can still exist, at least with option a), because while Caleb isn't DEAD dead you still have a DEAD BODY.

3. Possible Eye Injury:

Ok, so this one's pretty weak but I'm adding it anyway, Flapjack has a missing eye and in a bunch of Belos's memories of Caleb; the eyes are crossed out or non visible most of the time. Except for directly before, supposedly, attacking him.

Maybe this could be some form of guilt or denial over hurting his brother.

Also the as stupid as this sounds the ANGLE that Caleb is in in a majority of Belos's memories is the same as when he first sees Flapjack (Right side profile) with the missing/scratched out eye on full display.

AND the majority of the "scratched out eyes" thing on memory Caleb is centric on the right, same as Flapjacks missing eye.

The shot of Flapjack

4. Smaller details:

It's a bird, not really more to this one lol

And this scene of Belos killing a bird palisman with all the ✨heavy symbolism of it metaphorically meaning the golden guard/guards. Which gives more associations with Caleb/the grimwalker line being associated with birds.

There's over a million holes in this theory but I love it anyway.

Lmao imagine Hunter's just been vibing with his dead father this whole time 👀.

It makes all of their interactions so much cuter, also sadder but still.

[kombat-time]

Fathers (Pt. 1?)

There are many types of fathers throughout Earthrealm.

(a very late father’s day fic, if you will)

CW: Implied/Referenced Abuse

Major Herman Blade was a gruff, no-nonsense type of military man... except for when it came to his family. He would often be gone for varying amounts of time on missions, never really sure when (or if) he would return, so whenever he did, it was a bit of a celebration.

First he would let his twins run up to him, and, when he was still able to, pick the both of them up in a strong hug. Then he’d take a gentle peck on the cheek from his wife, knowing that a proper kiss would come later. They would have a large dinner, all the things he likes the best, and spend the night catching each other up on what’s been going on.

There would often be concerned glances thrown his way from his wife, but she never said much. Just that she was worried. He was too, not that he’d ever admit that in front of his children.

After his last mission, the one he never returned from, Sonya often found herself waiting for him, hoping that he would return. As she got older, she shed the habit, but it did nothing to fill the hole in her heart where her father used to be.

The least she can do now is make him proud.

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Liu Kang was an orphan, by all technicalities. His parents had died when he was just a baby, somewhere far from the temple he found himself being raised in. He had often asked the monks about that when he was young, to which some of the older ones would smile slightly and simply offer, “Lord Raiden has his reasons”.

On a stormy night, just after his sixth birthday or so, he and his friend Kung Lao were visited by the thunder god, with his stern voice and imposing presence.

He did not explain his reasons, nor did he really interact with the two boys, opting to speak mostly with the monks of Wu Shi Academy, speaking of training and other things that a six-year-old doesn’t know much about. Then, sparing only a nod to the two awestruck boys, he left as quickly as he had come.

However, it was hardly the last time the thunder god visited, and with each visit, not only were Liu and Lao becoming better fighters, but the thunder god became warmer towards them. Liu recalls a night where there was a particularly bad storm, and though he knew he should not be afraid of it, he could not help but be shaken by the bright lightning and powerful thunder.

To this day he is not sure if he had called out to Raiden, or if the thunder god simply knew of his plight, but what he does know is that one moment he was alone, and the next, there was a gentle hand petting his head, and deep voice quietly singing him back to sleep.

Sometimes he wonders if it was simply a dream. He somewhat hopes it wasn’t.

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Between Bi-Han and Kuai Liang, Bi-Han remembers their “father” much clearer than his little brother. He was cold. He had killed their mother (Bi-Han isn’t supposed to know that, but he is not stupid). He was also a cryomancer. He had yelled at Kuai Liang for crying while they were traveling.

He was not a good man.

He had also died like a fool shortly after handing the two of them over to the Lin Kuei. It would be the closest thing they would ever have to a “family”.

Bi-Han remembers their “father” much clearer than Kuai Liang, and he almost envies his brother for it. After all, it is much harder to long for something that you have no knowledge of.

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Carl C. Carlton was an asshole, to put it rather bluntly.

He thought rather highly of himself, which in itself is not an issue, but he turned it into something that made living with him absolutely insufferable. What made it worse was his wife’s constant ignoring of his flaws, even when those flaws came to include things that left bruises on everyone in the family.

Johnathan Carlton hated his father growing up, more than anything. If he were honest with himself, he would’ve done quite possibly anything to get out of the house if it weren’t for the fact that his sister and mom would’ve been stuck with the old bastard.

Carl died when Johnathan was nineteen, just weeks before “Johnny Cage” managed to impress the right people during an audition. He did not cry during the funeral, but he did at least comfort his mother through it. Becca didn’t even show up, not that he could blame her.

The absolute worst thing anyone has ever told Johnny is that he reminded them of his father.

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As far as Kano’s concerned, he never had a father, though the guy who taught him the various “tricks of the trade”, so-to-speak, came rather close to that.

Kano would rather die than admit it, but he does miss the guy a bit. It seemed like he was the only jackass who gave a shit about some bloodthirsty street rat with a death wish. Of course, it was taking that kid in that caused his downfall, but hey, them’s the breaks.

Funny, how the world works.

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The father of Hanzo Hasashi was a stern, but caring man. He cared deeply for his family-- family meant everything to the Shirai Ryu-- and it was unfortunately this deep love that caused a rather large rift between him and his son.

Hanzo wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, becoming a full member of the Shirai Ryu and serving the clan as best as he could. His father did not want his son to take up such a path, as he knew that it was a dangerous one.

The father and son often argued about this, which ultimately culminated in Hanzo joining the clan and beginning training in secret. A secret that was revealed rather quickly, but a secret nonetheless. This would forever put a rift into their relationship.

After his death at the hands of the elder Sub-Zero (and the subsequent destruction of his clan), Scorpion often wondered how different things could have been if he had not gone against his father’s wishes.

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As a being created by the Elder Gods themselves for the purpose of protecting Earthrealm, Raiden never had a father in his long life. He had no real need for one.

Yet, the concept of fatherhood has always been one that he has been rather strangely drawn to. He cannot explain it any more than Fujin can explain his need to be among humans. All he knows is that children, to him, are as precious as any gold or jewel, perhaps even more.

Of course, there are many versions of fatherhood, and they do not all apply to simply children.

He would not dare say it out loud, for fear that it would garner negative reactions, or reveal a weakness to their enemies, but he must admit... He’s grown rather fond of his Earthrealm warriors.

He would be proud to call himself their father, if they ever gave him the chance.

[ultyso]

So my friend let us come over to try the XVI demo on their PS5.

Overall I’d give it a 6/10. Not something I’d immediately rush to buy a PS5 for. But if I did own a PS5 already, I wouldn’t object to buying the game.

Here’s my thoughts included below. Forewarning this point forwards is spoiler territory:

So played the demo and there are some things I liked and some things that’d prob be better the more I’d get to play. But from just the Demo, it just didn’t really hype me up as much as it did for others. I’m not really into medieval type games, which prob is a major factor. But, I didn’t want this to deter me so tried to give this a fighting chance by going in with an open mind.

For those who may not know, I’ve played many FF. Not every single one out there but to give some info on what I have if it means anything for you: VI, VII series, VIII, IX, X series, XII partly, XIII series, XIV slightly, XV

The first Eikon fight, reminded me of Panzer Dragoon so thought that was kind of neat. Starting the game off with fighting Ifrit just had me thinking of how XV had started with an Ifrit as well. I figured after this fight it would move back to the past afterword, but it didn’t do it as quickly. I did like the whole fight, found it interesting. ^^

The UI is nice and simple. I like how it’s all formatted, easy to pick up and learn. Nothing cluttered.

For gameplay, this is probably the strongest point it has. It feels like an enhanced gameplay of XV, making it much better. I like all the different skills you can acquire (based on what I saw for the Eikon challenge mode I played after.) I honestly like the most how the dodging is in the game. It’s such a simple thing, but idk it just moved so smoothly, I liked it.

Not having to hit any buttons to pick up items was probably the best thing to! Biggest grievance with XV with the pick up/interact and jump being same button was so annoying.

I know everyone said it was super lax but the scene with Bernadictka and Titan dude still made me uncomfortable as hell 😂

I do find the ‘oh we must go and do this important task but first do this random side quest’ so you can learn further fight mechanics, felt a bit wonky and could have flown more seamlessly a different way. Just kinda took me out. I liked Wade he amused me. The marlboro fight was interesting, fairly simple, I liked how they did the QTE events but I felt it dragged on longer than needed to be, like health a little too high. So sometimes the fighting got boring.

I wish the environments were less dull looking. Everything is so grey. I hope this is not so much the further in you go. The only times it looked visually very pretty were the Eikon fights.

As for the characters, I’m not really feeling anyone. honestly a lot just def give generic NPC vibes. None really made me care about them a whole lot. Except Torgal. I loved the furry baby. Clive not really anything omg about him. He’s typical duty bound character. He’s just ok. The dad tho lookin nice 👀👀 well till they killed him off right in front of poor Joshua, poor kid gonna have major trauma. I was sad they killed him off already. This whole scene just like XV. betrayal and killing the dad part. Uhm the wife is an asshole, scumbag I forget her name. Joshua is alright. He’s just trying his best. His voices sounds weird to me sometimes when it gets all cracky, but I can tolerate it. This other dude I forget the name of just looks like Clive with a slight different hair cut. Also wtf my sis wasn’t kidding with her issues with there being no diversity to the designs. Everyone looking like generic white dudes lmao.

The map looks so much like how Stranger of Paradise is. Which made me a little eh. Hope we’ll be able to manually travel more than what was given.

Poor Joshua for getting all beat up by Ifrit like that was so not okay 😤 Poor kid. If anything with Joshua, I just feel bad for the mess this kid has had to go through already.

When I got to the thanks for playing, I was all ‘that’s it?’ So it was engaging enough I wanted to continue playing despite some of the issues I had. Hoping that a lot of what I was meh of will be improved upon later as you’ll get to know characters more and move to new places.

Uhm those were main things I remember. So some good and bad but a lot of things left me lackluster. It is pretty much what I expected I’d feel based on my thoughts from the trailers, they didn’t change much. My main thought was that like Stranger of Paradise, the gameplay would be more engaging than story, which it is too for XVI for me. I personally wouldn’t call this game the pinnacle of Final Fantasy. It doesn’t scream the best of the best, at least just from demo standpoint. Thoughts could change the more that is played beyond.

I’m not super hooked. If I had a PS5 I’d buy the game. It’s not a game that I’d be all “I need to buy a PS5 stat” I can wait it out. It’s overall just an OK game. Of course, these are just my opinions. Everyone else is clearly ok to like it lmao.

[alaffy]

Only Murders in the Building, 2x03 – The Last Day of Bunny Folger (Spoilers)

The title is pretty self-explanatory.  Just like with Tim in the first season, we see what happened on Bunny’s last day of life. The difference here is that, unlike with Tim, we’re given less to clues to the mystery aspect.  That isn’t to say the mystery wasn’t important, or that there weren’t several things to keep track of; it’s just this episode was more about telling us who Bunny really was.  

But let’s start with the mystery in this.  We find out that the day Bunny died, Bunny was going to turn the board’s presidency over to Nan.  We see that Bunny makes a comment about firing The Doorman before her last day is over; however, the way it was said it’s clear that she wasn’t serious and, in fact, she asks about his wife afterwards.  We know she got a phone call from someone about the painting and she immediately tells them not to call her.  We know she ate with someone at her favorite diner the day before who she didn’t consider a friend (the person who wants the painting or someone else?).  We know that she changed her mind about resigning as The President of the Board and that pissed off Nan.  We also found out that Nan planned to modernize the building, something that Bunny neither knew about or approved of.  Finally, we learned that Bunny knew her attacker.

But, again, this story was about who Bunny was.  And if someone where to tell me I would be emotional about Bunny’s death by the end….yes, Bunny could be very much a bitch to the tenants.  And she was unfair to Charles, Oliver, and Mabel in the first season.  But now we see the reasons.  She loves the Arconia and, in her own way, she loves the people inside of the building. By the end of the episode, I got the impression that she does the things she does, she’s the hard-ass that she is because she wants to make sure that the Arconia is a place where people feel safe to live.  Does she go overboard?  Sure, I don’t think that’s even an argument.  In fact, I think she even realizes that she goes to far’ because Bunny is taking stock in her life and she’s beginning to realize is that the building is all she has.  She doesn’t have any friends, or she doesn’t think she does (with the exception of the one neighbor in the building).  However, I would argue against that belief.  We get to see her a couple of times outside of the building.   She’s friendly to the vendor where she picks up her breakfast. She’s friendly to her regular waiter at the diner.  Hell, she’s more then friendly.  In the scene, she gives him a huge sum of money because she knows his dream is to be a DJ and she wants to help him buy the equipment he needs.  

We also get to see moments with her and the trio from that day.  And, honestly?  Looking at it from her point of view, they do sort of come off as asshole-ly sometimes. Like, again, I get why Bunny isn’t their favorite person…but some of the comments, especially from Oliver, were really unnecessary.   But that’s also the point. We see throughout the episode The Trio getting ready for their celebration that they will be having when Bunny is murdered.  We see them having different interactions with Bunny throughout the day.  Some where Bunny goes too far in what she does and some where they do. We also have a funny moment in the elevator.

At the end of the episode, Bunny hears their celebration.  She takes over a bottle of wine and gives it to them, thanking them for saving the building.  They give her a sweatshirt, have a brief banter, and just when you think they might ask her to join in (which is what Bunny was hoping for) they just slam the door in her face.  In fairness, I can understand why they didn’t think Bunny would want to join in.  But when they realize their mistake, instead of correcting it, they take their party up to the roof.   And the heartbreaking moment is when Charles admitted that, while they didn’t kill Bunny, they might have been able to save her if they only had been kind. 

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Untitled Feralnette Fic Ch. 1

Hiya there anyone who happens upon this first chapter of this fic. I would like to start out by saying that this is my first fanfic ever. I've been wanting to write a fic for the miraculous fandom for a while but I haven't had any inspiration until I stumbled upon this glorious AU created by @bigfatbreak. I highly suggest checking out all of their posts about this au because they are hilarious and genius and about 100 other amazing adjectives that could be used to describe them and their posts. Anyways enough with my rant and let's get on with the fic. ⚠️Slight angst⚠️ ⚠️Swearing⚠️

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When Marinette got home after her and Luka's breakup, all she could do was cry. She wanted to be with him, but her Ladybug duties came first. If lying is a deal breaker for him, then maybe it was best that they ended it now while their relationship was still in its early stages. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of her first relationship. She ended up crying for a whole entire day. She just hoped that Hawkmoth(or Shadowmoth or whatever the fuck he wanted to be referred to as this week) wasn't feeling particularly akuma-y today, because she didn't know if she could bottle up all these feelings, even though the world is relying on her ability to do so.

Ugggghhh!! It has been exhausting having to be "happy and perfect Marinette" and "happy and perfect Ladybug" All. The. Time. She's also pretty sure that Hawkmoth had discovered the similarities in her personality as Marinette to Ladybug, and that's why she's been targeted by multiple akumas lately. She has had to have her emotions under control even more than usual. If only there was a way to get Hawkmoth to stop targeting her. Maybe she should just not give a fuck anymore. Haha as if! It couldn't be that easy! Could it?

The more she thinks about it the more it starts to make sense. If she just let herself go completely crazy as Marinette, she would be killing like 10 birds with one stone. She would get hawkmoth off of her trail, she wouldn't have to deal with having to hide her emotions all of the time, she wouldn't have to deal with the added stress of maintaining her perfect persona, she wouldn't have to deal with the stress of Lila's lies taking her friends away if she didn't have friends in the first place, and so much more stress would be taken off of her plate! It was perfect! It might hurt a little at first, but it's for the best in the end. She spent that night planning out her outfit for tomorrow, doing her homework, and going to sleep knowing that, in the morning, François Dupont isn't gonna know what hit them.

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Adrien Agreste had been having a rough week. He had been abandoned on patrol by ladybug, been broken up with by his girlfriend, and was feeling completely and utterly alone. He knows that his lady has been feeling overwhelmed by her guardian duties lately, and that he 100% deserved that verbal lasting that kagami had given him but he couldn't help but feel this way. He was also feeling guilty about lying to kagami and leading her on for so long. After she broke up with him he took some time to assess his feelings for her and realized that he had more of an admiration for her than an infatuation. He definitely didn't feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She told him that she LOVED HIM, and he was so distracted (blinded) by ladybug that he didn't even process her confession. So, he was looking forward to Sunday morning. He cleared his schedule and on that beautiful Sunday morning, he did what he is only allowed to do on very rare occasions: sleep in. Or at least... thats what he had planned on doing.

When Nathalie had knocked on his door that morning Adrien was not in a good mood. He vaguely heard her say something about father wanting him downstairs in some amount of time for something involving a business partners child and some other robotic sounding words that his half asleep brain couldn't process completely.

"I have a cleared schedule this morning, Nathalie. What could father possibly want me for that is more important than my precious sleep?" He asked snappily.

"Your father wants you downstairs to welcome the new guest that will be living in the house for the rest of the school year. You have 15 minutes to make yourself look presentable and I suggest leaving the attitude upstairs," she half informed/half reprimanded him. As she walked away, Adrien reluctantly rose from his nice warm bed and went to go get ready with only one thought racing through his mind: Who could possibly be staying with them?

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Felix Culpa was not looking forward to living at the Agreste mansion for the rest of the school year, but for their parents' sake they would do what they had to. It wasn't all for their parents either, they were also concerned about the strange "dissapearance" of Emilie (who was his aunt in all ways except blood relation) and about the treatment of Adrien since said "disappearance".

You see, Felix Culpa is the heir to the Culpa Fabric Empire. The Culpas have been the sole fabric supplier of the Agreste brand since the very beginning. Felix's mom Diana was best friends with Emilie since their college days. Diana and Emilie made the deal with the two brands because as best friends who are both involved in the same industry, it just made sense to have a business relationship with each other. Diana never really cared for Gabriel as a person, but she could tell that he loved Emilie more than anyone else in the world so she could tolerate him for the sake of her best friend.

When Emilie went missing, Diana was absolutely devastated and tried anything she could to find her. She invested in missing person ads as large as billboards, organized search teams, tried to aid the police in their search for her in any way she could, but there was no leads, no legitimate calls to the number on the billboards, and the search team came up empty handed. While she was doing all of this to try to find her, she couldn't help but be furious over the fact that Gabriel was doing nothing to help in the search. All he did was hole himself up in his oversized mansion and call it a day.

The last straw for Diana was when Gabriel tried to use the "grieving my wife" excuse to try to abuse their business arrangement. That day, she told him that the Culpa brand would no longer be associated with the Agreste brand and that after the new collection is released, he would need to find a new fabric supplier. She knew that the Agreste brand would take a huge hit from having sub-par fabric, but she never thought that Gabriel would try to make up for that fact by using Adrien as a walking mannequin and locking him up in the desolate prison that he calls a home. As soon as she realized that he was doing this she scrambled to find a solution.

That is how Felix ended up here, standing in front of the mansion they would be living in for the next 9 months in exchange for Gabriel getting back into the Culpa brand's good graces. Don't get them wrong, they were excited about being able to be in Paris, home of the most innovative fashion pieces in the world, and about being able to see their honorary cousin Adrien (who wasn't half bad to be around despite him having no backbone whatsoever when it came to anything involving his father) but dealing with Mr. Agreste was definitely one of the low points of this arrangement.

They decided to just get it over with and knocked on the door. It was opened by the man that their cousin affectionately referred to as Gorilla. They nodded a thank you to the man, remembering that he was a man of few words, and proceeded to the bottom of the staircase. Mr. Agreste stood at the top with a very tired looking Adrien a few steps down. Felix wasn't even slightly surprised that this is where he chooses to welcome his guests, looking down on people must give him some sort of power trip or something. It's almost as if he heard the phrase "It's over, Anakin, I have the high ground," and made that his own personal motto. Whatever, let him have the feeling of false power if he wanted it, Felix knows that they have all the power in this situation and they're sure that Gabriel knows it as well.

"Hello Felix," Mr. Agreste greeted them with the same amount of warmth in his voice as liquid nitrogen, "while you are staying in this house you will abide by my rules. Adrien will inform you of them and show you to your room. You will attend school with him in the morning and I'm sure that you already know that you must represent not only the Culpa brand, but also the Agreste as well. I will be in my office working, do not disturb me. Contact Nathalie with any questions that cannot be answered by Adrien." He finished his spiel and left to what Felix assumed was his office space.

"Hello Felix!" Adrien greeted him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his sleepy state. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Adrien led Felix to their room and listed all of the rules of the household that they were expected to follow. And... wow. Felix could not believe that their cousin had to live like this. The only social interaction this kid gets is at school and fencing? Pre-approved outings only with people determined socially acceptable by Gabriel? And if he gets even one "B" he isn't even going to be allowed to go to school at all? Felix knew that the living situation was bad for Adrien but know the only question running through their head was: What did they get themselves into??

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And... thats it for chapter 1! Mostly background info at this point, but next chapter will be the class' reaction to feralnette and felinette meeting for the first time. I just want to say thanks again to @bigfatbreak for giving me the inspiration to write a fic for the first time ever. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve, especially at writing since this is my first time posting anything I've written online, so I want to get better so that I can make better content for you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know and I'll make a tag list for ya. :)

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#248

“C’mon in. Have a seat. David? Right? It’s weird calling you by a real man’s name, after spending a whole weekend calling you ‘Cunt’ and ‘Fag’ and ‘Shit Head’. Don’t be surprised if I slip up and start calling you that again. But you, you keep calling me ‘Boss.’ When I offered you this job last Sunday, it was after one hell of a wild weekend fucking your brains out. Is your cunt still gaping or did it snap back into place?...

“You look surprised. Well let me tell you something. I love using faggots like you. Fuck, I don’t hide that fact at all. I wouldn’t have offered you this job unless I knew you could take a pounding from my nine-and-a-half-inch baseball bat of a cock. And while it is not expected of you as part of your job responsibilities around here, I will be slamming into your cunt whenever I want. I saw that look in your eyes when I told you I had an opening here. You were already fantasizing about submitting to your boss. I know you were. I’ve seen it with dozens of fags before. Yeah, I offer jobs to freshly fucked tricks. I have always liked fucking with men, especially on the job site.

“After my wife died eight years ago, my 1,200-acre ranch seemed empty. The oil drill on the northside has me swimming in money. But I wanted fag cunt. I need to use it. I created this warehousing business with one thing in mind, satisfying my cock. I looked to have a dozen or so men that could walk up to any one of them and say I need a blowjob, and I would get one on the spot without worry of a sexual harassment charge. Or to walk through the warehouse and see a new employee getting spit roasted. And it all feels normal.

“From your test run this past weekend, I know you can swallow me, with difficulty, but still manage. You drank my piss, so I know you have done that before. You spent hours eating my ass. I can’t remember the last time my shithole was treated with so much love. Your cunt put up a fight, but by Sunday night, you had one hell of a gape. You even bled a little on that first fuck.

“Wanna see?... I took this photo when I told you to push out some of my load. Here, take it. Yeah, I like taking pics of freshly used cunts. I bet you haven’t ever seen your hole blown up on a twelve-inch glossy. Look at the detail. You can see specks of your cherry. I know you weren’t a virgin, but you were a virgin to me. That’s what matters. And this isn’t some sort of blackmail thing where we keep this a secret.

“Hell, every one of the workers there will know I bred your cunt. You wouldn’t have gotten this job without first having my load in your ass. Every one of the guys you will work with in the warehouse has had my load in his cunt. Every single one! All fourteen of them. You are number fifteen. In fact, Mark, the cute puppy you met when you came in has my morning’s load in his ass right now.

“I have known Mark the longest. He and I go back a long way. We designed this place, and he’s the one who helped me set things up so that I won’t get into trouble. He’s the only one who interacts with the public, if anybody should come by which they never do. I say that because the warehouse is around back. That’s where you will be working not up here. Let’s go take a tour of that. But first, Mark would kill me if I don’t ask you, you want the job knowing what you know?... Good. I would have been surprised had you said no. We have contingencies set up should an employee not want work in such an environment. But I know how to pick ‘em. He hee.

“Grab that pic of your leaking cunt and bring it with us. We’ll go out the back. The warehouse is purposely a few hundred feet from the office. Mark suggested that. He really keeps me honest when it comes to all this shit. In the warehouse, clothing is optional. For the most part, no one wears anything. I have asked the two managers to wear a wife beater to differentiate themselves from the others. The real reason is that they are built like brick shithouses, and they look great in a tank. Hector, the manager you will be reporting to wears a black one and Aaron, the other one wears white. Don’t know why they do that, but they do. If I’m going to be in here for a short time, I just haul out my cock and balls only, otherwise I’m naked from the waist down.

“You had indicated that you are in temp housing in town. I told you that I have housing on property. Those three buildings back there are it. Hector and Aaron each have one, and the large bunkhouse is for any of the other workers. During your probationary time, you will be living with Hector. If you loved my cock, you’ll love his. He’s more into cock worship. The final thing before we go in is compensation. The job you are hired for really only requires 15 to 20 hours per week, but you will be paid for 40.

“Hector and Aaron will make sure you do your share of the actual work. That leaves 20 hours or so to play with the others. It doesn’t have to be all sex, but have fun. The hourly rate is three times what the job normally goes for. You will be provided with a room if you want. You get half the work, three times the pay, a place to stay, and all the cock you can handle. The only thing you give up is your privacy. Now, you are not tied here; you can go into town on your own time. But when you are here on property, you will be expected to comply with the rules. Hector will go over all that.

“Inside and to the left are the locker room and showers. That locker at the end is yours. It’s the smallest, but you are the one with the lowest seniority. Go ahead and strip down. I’ll go get… never mind here he is. Hector this is Dan,… or David or whatever the fuck his name is. Fag, this is Hector, although he’s going to insist you call him ‘Sir’. Look at those muscles! They make his cock look average sized. But fuck that cock of his is just as fat as mine. It’s going to be in your ass in a few minutes. We always break in the new employees the same way, a gang bang. No, don’t put your boots away. Everyone wears theirs as they work. There’s no lock on your locker. Don’t worry about it….

“Hector, are the guys ready by the wall? Good. Good…. Fag, around this corner is the break room. Across from it, see where the guys are standing? That’s what we call the wall of cunts. See the pics there? They are the assholes of every man here. Everyone has my load leaking out, except for that one on top. That’s my shitter. Hector and Aaron’s are in their own row underneath me. You are going to be very up close with Hector’s every night. Everyone else’s is below. I like to think of it as an org chart of leaking cunts. That spot over there is for you to put your pic. Go on. We’ll go around and share names later. I would rather you learn all their cocks first. The pic looks good there.

“Men! The fag here is a piss drinker and an ass eater. Make sure we take advantage of his talents. When I come back, I expect him to be shaved from head to toe, covered in piss, his face reeking of ass sweat, and his cunt loaded up. Over the next week, I want him to taste each of your shitholes. Guys, this is probably the best rimmer I have encountered in a long time. Oh, Hector is ready! Fag, welcome to the company.”

[we-are-so-close]

Promised Life

Yandere!Illumi x female reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+; Minors do not interact, Angst, smut, yandere behavior, noncon, dubcon, implied death, kidnapping, forced marriage, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, breeding (please let me know if I forgot something)

Author's Note: This is pretty dark. And very smut heavy. And the longest fic I've written so far. Very nervous about it.

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The sound of cries from the baby monitor woke you and your husband.

“Aw, he’s been doing a lot better about sleeping through the night,” your husband’s groggy voice whispered in your ear.

“I know. I’ll go check on him,” you said as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Love you, babe,” your husband kissed you on the back of your head.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too...Butt,” you teased as you threw on your nightgown.

You slowly crept into the baby’s room to see him standing up in his crib.

“Hey, buddy,” you cooed as you turned on one of the lights next to the rocking chair. As soon as he saw you, he started jumping up and down, hanging on to the side of the crib.

“What are you doing, silly boy? It’s time for bed,” you picked him up and kissed his sweet little head. You cradled him; his head in the crook of one of your elbows with your other arm supporting his back side. You rocked him back and forth, his eyes getting heavier and heavier as the time passed. Eventually, he was asleep in your arms. You placed a soft kiss on his head before carefully laying him back into his crib.

“Good night, my precious boy,” you whispered.

As soon as you turned the light off, a cold chill shot down your spine. It caused you to freeze right in place. You hadn’t felt this aura in years. You haven’t felt this since…

“No!” You gasped. You felt as though you were in a clouded haze. You couldn’t think clearly, your breathing started to quicken. As much as you tried to move, you couldn’t. The aura you felt before is getting stronger, thicker. It’s too hard for you to breathe. Dizziness takes over and you collapse to the ground. The last thing you saw before you faded out of consciousness was your child’s sweet sleeping face.

Your eyes slowly opened. Darkness. Darkness was all you could see. And pain was all you could feel. Your head felt as if it was being split open. You tried to move your arms to lift yourself up, but you weren’t able to move. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing more than a murmur came out. Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly. A wave of nausea washed over you.

“No,” was all you could muster as the tears started to fall and the sobs began to choke you.

A shadow moved closer to you.

“Awake already?” a familiar yet cold voice asked. “I shouldn’t be surprised though, you are just as strong now as you were when you left me five years ago. Although, I was sure that you would have realized the poison that was slipped into your evening tea .”

“We...I-I didn’t…,” you struggled to get the words out. Your brain couldn’t begin to process where to start.

He took a seat next you on the bed where you laid. He began to rub your head.

“Shh, it’s okay. I forgive you for lying. And for running away. Now that you’ve come back to me, we can be a family...” He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “...like you promised.”

Five years ago, you and Illumi had been engaged. You were in love with him and you were excited to start a family. However, there had been some complications. Before marrying into the Zoldyck family, tests had to be run. You passed all of them with ease. All of them except one. The doctors told you that all of their tests had come to the same conclusion: infertile. Your heart shattered. You fled the manor before you could even face Illumi with this information, the shame you felt was too overwhelming.

You moved as far away as you could and tried to make yourself disappear. You had wanted to live the rest of your life wallowing in your own self-pity. The previous life you had dreamed of was not going to happen. You had accepted that. And you thought Illumi accepted it, too. He didn’t come for you like you thought he might. In your mind, he had given up on you and you had put that part of your life behind you.

You weren’t expecting to fall in love with another man so quickly, get married so quickly, own a house together so quickly, and you most certainly were not expecting to get pregnant and have a beautiful baby boy so quickly. Everything you had ever wanted happened so quickly, and you had forgotten about the life you had once promised to someone else.

“Illu-Illumi. I-Where…” you breathed in hard. His face hovered just over yours.

“You’re home, ______,” he stated with a smile. “And here in a few hours, we will finally become man and wife.”

“But..but,” you squeaked out.

“I know how happy this must make you. But you can tell me when we exchange our vows. For now, I will leave you to gather your strength and get ready. Until then, my love.” He kissed your temple and walked away.

The head pain mixed with your attempts to speak and the gravity of this situation was too much for you. Exhaustion overtook you. The next time you opened your eyes, the room was bustling with servants. You could hear the quiet whispers from them upon seeing you wake up. A butler appeared in front of you. A familiar face. She was one of the butler’s that was originally assigned to you when you first planned on staying in the manor.

“______, it’s so nice to finally have you back. Now, sit up.”

“What?” you asked, still slightly confused.

“Oh, for goodness sake, let me help you.” She grabbed your arm and yanked you up. Upon standing, you could see that they had already changed you into a wedding dress. It was lace. Long-sleeved and backless. The dress of your dreams. You had once discussed with Illumi what your dress might look like.

“Master Illumi had this made just for you. The least you could do is stand upright.”

The poison you consumed was still taking its course through your body. Your head hurt slightly less and you were able to move, but you still needed support to stand.

The wedding itself was quite short. Illumi stood next to you for support, arm wrapped around your waist. The vows you spoke were ones that Illumi had written for you. And you knew better than to refuse to speak. Having your own free will was more important than words that meant nothing to you. You were well acquainted with his nen abilities. You saw how it affected the unfortunate souls that were on the other end of his attacks.

After you both took your turns saying the vows, you were pronounced husband and wife. He gave you a peck on the lips and then turned you to face everyone. Everyone clapped and you felt immense sadness. The tears in your eyes threatened to break the surface. Illumi enveloped you in his embrace. Your face was resting against his chest as the two of you danced slowly. You now had enough strength to speak in short sentences, so you tried to reason with this man.

“Illumi, this marriage isn’t binding. I’m already married. I-I have a family now,” you muttered in hopes that it would somehow change his mind.

“It’s already been taken care of, ______. There’s no need to bring it up again.”

A whimper escaped your lips. He pulled you away from his chest to look you in the eyes.

“Hm, I think it’s time we wrap this up. What do you say?” He wasn’t really looking for an answer from you. His mind was made up. After the song had ended, he announced to everyone that you were not feeling well and that both of you were turning in for the night. He carried you bridal style to his chambers.

He laid you on the bed and began undressing himself.

“When I found out why you left, I was more hurt than anything else. We could have figured something out, ______,” he stared stoically at the wall. “I was going to come find you, but I had some important family business come up. It took a little longer than expected, but I never forgot about you. And you did a decent job of hiding yourself. I only found you last year. And by then, you were married and with child. I wanted to take you back, right then and there. But I weighed my options and decided I would watch.”

A terrifying thought to realize that he’s been watching you for a year. Even more terrifying was that you hadn’t noticed.

“I grew angrier by the day just watching you live your silly little life. I wanted to just kill you all. But then I saw the bond you formed with that child. The way you cared for it was….endearing. It helped me to reaffirm why I wanted you as a partner all along.” He was completely undressed and now his focus was on you. “So, I watched you some more. I watched your interactions with the child and decided that now was the time to bring you back to where you belong.”

He ripped your dress, exposing your breasts and underwear. You moved your arms to cover yourself, but it was futile. He was much stronger than you, even if you weren’t poisoned. With one hand, he was able to wrangle your wrists together and pin them above your hand. The other hand was moving across your body, giving you goosebumps. His touch was surprisingly soft and warm for someone so cold and uncaring.

He caressed your breast and pinched your nipple, eliciting a response from you. He put the other nipple in his mouth and teased you with his tongue. He sucked on it and could feel you trying not to squirm underneath him. He released it with a loud POP! sound, echoing in the room. You tried to bury your face in your arm so you wouldn’t have to look at him. But he grabbed your face and turned your head toward him.

“If you were able to conceive a child with a non-nen user, then you can conceive a child with me. We will do this everyday until you are with child.”

A look of terror on your face was ignored by your new husband as he ripped your underwear off. He let go of your wrists so that he could better face your entrance. He spread your legs and began working quickly. He started circling your clit with his tongue. He’d use the tip of his tongue for the quick little circles, but then he’d switch it up and use the pad of his tongue to lick from your folds to your bud. He was sucking you when he inserted a finger. A gasp escaped from your lips and you could feel him smile.

He came up to face you, finger still moving in and out.

“You know, the one good thing from watching another man fuck you is that I learned what you like and what get’s you off.”

Once again, you were ashamed and tried to hide your face again.

“Remove your hands or I’ll move them for you.”

And once again, you were reminded of how you would rather do things of your own free will instead of having them done for you. You obliged and he went back down on you.

He continued to lap at your clit while inserting another finger. You were trying your best to push all of this out of your head, to not make a noise. But his fingers were moving against the spongy part of your wall. The friction from his fingers and the movement of his tongue was enough to bring you to your climax. Your walls tightened and fluttered around him while your juices flowed down his hand

“Good girl.”

He removed his fingers and brought them to your lips.

“Open.”

Again, you obliged and took his fingers in your mouth. You sucked and licked, cleaning yourself off of him. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and his lips met yours. He kissed you with such intensity. It took you by surprise. The passion he was displaying was certainly unexpected.

His cock soon began to fill the empty feeling in your cunt. When you gasped, he forced his tongue into your mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, the girth stretched your walls. It was pleasurable, though you did not want to admit it.

He bit your bottom lip before he drew away. “______, you’re so tight. But you accept me so eagerly. We were made for each other.”

He slowly pushed his way further into you. When he bottomed out, you moaned.

“Illu, too much,” you cried.

“But you’re doing so well. You will get used to it.”

Illumi stared in your eyes as he slowly pumped in and out. You wanted to look away or close your eyes, but you simply couldn’t. His fingers were intertwined in your hair, his face hovering above yours.

“Illumi…” you whispered. His lips got caught up in yours once more.

He pulled his torsos away from yours and pushed your legs to your chest. You didn’t think he could go any deeper, but this position proved you wrong. Each thrust hitting your cervix, causing more pain than pleasure. You hadn’t realized that your hands had moved to act as a buffer between his thighs and your legs. Habit, you supposed.

“______,” he spoke forcefully. You realized your mistake.

“’m...sor...ry…” your speech was broken from the continuous thrusting. Your hands moved above your head. He threw your legs over his shoulders and leaned in closer to you. His pacing was becoming faster. You could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was getting close. The thought of him cumming in you made your core burn. One of his hands began rubbing your sensitive bud. The stimulation was too much and you were creaming around his cock as you moaned out his name. Your walls fluttering around his cock was enough for him to reach his climax. Rope after rope of his seed filled your greedy hole. He was panting, something you can’t remember seeing before.

Your hand cupped his face. “I love you,” fell out of your mouth. Your eyes grew wide and a deep red crept across your cheeks. He smiled down at you.

“I know, my love.”

The two of you stayed still for a moment, except for his hips that continued to softly move against you. When he finally pulled out, a small whimper escaped your lips. He kissed your forehead.

Illumi carefully flipped you onto your side and spooned you. A strong arm caged your body against his, hand resting on your stomach. He kissed the back of your head.

“______, you fought the good fight. But you will not be able to overcome it. When you wake up tomorrow, all the pain of your previous life will be gone. Not even a distant memory. You will never have to relive those moments ever again. From now on, it will just be you, me, and the family that we create. Now it’s time to sleep, my love. You’ve had a busy day.”

Tears started trickling down your face. Your eyes grew heavy with sleep. It was indeed a busy day. Sadness overcame you, but you couldn't be sure why. You had just married the love of your life.

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

What did Stormtail do to be in the Dark Forest in your rewrite?

-sits back-

well you see i trust goosefeather's untrustingness of stormtail, he was a bully and an asshole, and even if not on purpose (IF) stormpaw basically left goosepaw to fend for himself when a badger was chasing him, goosepaw literally could have died and had no training to defend himself while stormpaw was almost a warrior, he could've at the very least turned and distracted the badger while goosepaw ran to safety and then stormpaw could continue luring the badger away, warriors are supposed to defend their medicine cats, not leave it up to chance for a badger to kill them, not to mention goosepaw was barely actually apprentice age by then, if that, so stormpaw basically left it up to chance if the badger tried to kill goosepaw or not

secondly, and most importantly and my most strong argument for him to be in the dark forest

before the battle with windclan, stormtail is seen telling moonflower that thunderclan warrior's strength is enough to defeat windclan

and then a few moments later he's seen advising dappletail the exact opposite advice, telling her that they need to be careful and mindful of windclan's speed, because they need more than strength to defeat windclan's speed, and he shows her some moves to help aid her in battle

you know

the battle moonflower died in

that she specifically died in by using brute strength to attack the medicine den

and then getting overtaken by hawkheart's speed when she tries to get out

and the stormtail hardly comforts his daughter's, basically just a tap of his tail on their shoulders and besides that being pretty cold to them

and then soon after getting together with who?

oh that's right, dappletail

the one he gave the correct advice to and gave pointers to and helped walk her home instead of helping to bring his dead wife's body back

my theory (and in my rewrite) is that he specifically wanted moonflower to die or get badly wounded so he could become mates with dappletail instead

and before that he wanted goosepaw to be killed so he would stop being annoying and wouldn't get in the way of him becoming mates with moonflower

he had always been an asshole, he barely even interacted with his daughters and was nothing but cold

and then (in my personal headcanon and my rewrite) stormtail and dappletail have kits together, but they're born early so they're weak, the one dies before they're even a moon old and the other one, featherkit, who is deaf, lives to be about 3 moons old, still small and weak, but surviving, before he mysteriously dies

stormtail hated that his kit and only son was deaf and believed he could never become a warrior and so was therefore useless, a burden, and damaged his reputation and soiled his legacy, so he hid a lethal dose of poppy seeds into a mouse he caught and gave it to featherkit, when the kit died in their sleep stormtail said starclan must have "had mercy" on him because a deaf cat would never be able to survive in the wild (basically saying featherkit's deafness caused his death)

stormtail broke it off with dappletail soon after that, she wanted to try to have kits with him again but it turns out it was very hard for her to get pregnant and stormtail didn't have the patience, especially if she would only give him weak kits

luckily he died just a few moons later during the famine and sickness

stormtail was never loyal to anyone but himself (and maybe sometimes vaguely bluefur because she was the strongest but even then it's only because him being her father made him look good) and never wanted anything except for vanity, reputation, and to feed his ego

[wearevillaneve]

Today I watched "The Chair". When I saw that annoying, alcoholic manchild in the first episode I thought "Please, don't tell me that her character will spend the whole show babysitting that annoying, alcoholic manchild". And she didn't. She babysat him for half of the show, and spent the other half doing damage control for something he did, so her role as the chair lasted...how much? Two weeks? SMH.

(SPOILERS for Season One of The Chair follow.)

You're not the only one shaking your head. As soon as I saw Bill's bare, pasty ass as he took a leak, I knew we were on some bullshit. Despite some overeager asshole on Twitter spoiling the ending for me, I still enjoyed watching how Dr. Ji-Yoon Kim got there. The Chair is a solid "B", but there's a thing that prevents it from getting an "A." That thing was Jay Duplass as Bill, the shambling human train wreck. All that shit stopped the show dead in its tracks. Why is Ji-Yoon so desperately trying to help this man-child who screws up constantly, engages in numerous acts of self-destructive behavior repeatedly, and has a flippant and dismissive attitude toward her despite her being his boss? Where is the respect a woman of Dr. Kim's accomplishment is due? Bill disrespects Ji-Yoon from the jump, but we're supposed to identify with him because he lost his wife a year ago and when he's not being a drunken, stoned, selfish dick, he's supposed to be this really great teacher? Yeah, miss me with that. Ji-Yoon should have told Bill to go to rehab and then seek grief counseling.

A White guy like Bill gets to fail repeatedly and still receive chances to do the same shit all over again because he learns nothing from the experience. If you're dumb enough to give a Nazi salute in a classroom you can't play the victim when people start calling you a Nazi, so when Bill started whining to Ji-Yoon that she should do more to help him, she should have said "Go fuck yourself. As a privileged White man, you have all the advantages and none of the disadvantages except you don't like being called out on your bullshit and held responsible. Help yourself for a change instead of demanding the Asian woman to save your ass!" The Chair was not adverse to talking about matters of race, but they still put Bill and his entitlement front and center. I did not enjoy it. Bill brought all of his misfortunes down on his own head and by the end, I was pulling for his ass to get fired. They manufactured a limp pretext for it not to happen, but despite his funny interactions with Ju Ju, Bill was only slightly less of a brat than she was.

We're told Ji-Yoon and Bill have this old romantic relationship, but please explain in what world would Sandra Oh choose scruffy, messy, and probably smelly Jay Duplass over Daniel Dae Kim? Go back and look at the picture hanging on Ji-Yoon's dad's refrigerator and make it make sense because any world where that could happen is not the real world. I did enjoy Ji-Yoon's interactions with Holland Taylor as Joan and Nana Mensah as Yaz, as well her interactions with the students. Bob Balaban and the other crusty old White folks scheming to take down the two women of color was quite believable. With sexism, racism, ageism, gender politics, a single mom trying to raise a biracial adopted child, and more, The Chair covers a LOT of ground in only six 30+minute episodes but it does so nimbly. What made the show drag was when it kept trying to make me care about Bill and whatever that David Duchovny weirdness was. Neither of them worked for me at all. If The Chair gets a second season both characters should end up in the same trash can Joan set on fire.

I'm here for Ji-Yoon dropping F-bombs on the deserving fucking fucks, but she should have told Bill to fuck off with his tiresome issues. Romantically, there was no chemistry and no sparks. Not for one second did I buy that she found any of his act to be charming. If they must cast Sandra Oh with male actors, there are plenty of dudes, Asian and non-Asian, who would look more natural paired off with her, instead of seedy types like Duplass and Owen McDaniel as Niko on Killing Eve. Not only do they look the same, but they also look like they're one missed paycheck from standing by a freeway exit with a cardboard sign that reads, "Homeless. Will Teach For Food." Don't serve any more Niko Lite for Dr. Ji-Yoon Kim. Ditch Duplass in Season Two.