#immense anger in him i feel like no matter what he does to try to contain it / surpress it and this is-

[mad-hunts]

[rocketbirdie]

YOU. You are correct about Cloud Strife. Everything you say about him is CORRECT

Hi I'm going to use your ask as an opportunity to go on an unhinged tangent about him below the cut.

I believe that EVERYTHING about Cloud Strife as a character makes total sense once you realize: it's autism.

Here's a character whose entire arc revolves around the erosion of his identity and his desperate attempts to adhere to an ideal image, at the expense of his own wellbeing; and how self acceptance is the thing that brings him back from the edge of despair.

Youtube theorycrafters waste hours of their lives trying to piece together Cloud's psyche, when the answer is just... autism. It really is that simple. I will die on this goddamn hill.

In Trace of Two Pasts, we learn that even as a toddler, Cloud really was just... like that. Unemotive and awkward. And the entire lifestream sequence in the OG shows us a young Cloud who behaves in baffling ways. Tifa and her friends invited Cloud into their group, but he rejected their friendship while simultaneously harboring a seething jealousy. How the heck does that work, huh?

Viewing this through the Autism Lens™️, his approach make way more sense. Fearing his own inability to read and reciprocate their intentions, he pushes them away, and the resulting loneliness crushes him. He mistakes that loneliness for anger. He turns that anger outwards and gets into fights. Because the other kids don't understand him, Cloud sees them as stupid and immature. It's the perfect recipe for disastrous distrust. The tragic result is that, when Tifa gets into her accident, Cloud is immediately blamed by kids AND adults. He's seen as inherently dangerous and unpredictable, even though he did nothing wrong. It's like they were already looking for the perfect excuse to hate him.

The worst part is, because he struggles to articulate his own thoughts and feelings, he starts to just... accept what other people say about him. He's a pain in the ass. He's a selfish brat. He could try being a bit nicer. Any attempt that he makes to argue, backfires and proves their points even more. He's being childish. He needs to get his shit together. Nothing's ever good enough for him. He stops fighting it and lets people drag him around and violate his boundaries, because no matter how loud he yells or how intelligently he argues, nothing he says ever reaches their ears. He trims away more and more of himself to try and appease others and nurse the constant emotional pain. (And that's not even addressing the entire traumatic *waves hands* everything that he's gone through by the time he reaches Midgar! That would have to be its own tangent lol.)

It's hard to watch as a player; the secondhand embarrassment of Cloud's social blunders is immense. Some people don't like Cloud as a video game protagonist, which is perfectly valid. But a lot of times, they justify their opinion by perpetuating the same damaging language. He's an asshole, he's a weirdo, he hates people. The irony would be hilarious if it wasn't so frustrating. I know Cloud is just a fictional character, he doesn't need to be defended from harsh criticisms. But I can't help but wonder what these players think about the "weird people-hating assholes" that they meet in real life.

It also makes me wonder if they were even paying attention. I think the games make it pretty damn obvious what's going on. He's an asshole because other characters treat him like one before they even get to know him. He hates people because he doesn't understand them, and they don't even try to understand him. He's a weirdo because he has a strange way of showing how deeply he loves and cares, and he's afraid that his love will be misinterpreted like every other emotion he's ever dared to show.

The autism is everywhere. It permeates his entire being. It's in his silly responses when he takes things too literally. It's in his painfully practical way with words. It's in the stiff expressionless look and the flat tone of voice. It's in him constantly adjusting his gloves, shifting his weight, looking down at his feet. It's in his questionable idea of what you're supposed to do with your body at a yoga session. It's in the half a dozen flustered high fives, it's in the motion sickness. It's in the contagious eagerness with his special interests in SOLDIER and materia and chocobos.

It's in the moments where the facade crumbles and we get to see the real Cloud, the one that Aerith knew was in there— the one that Tifa finds in the lifestream— the one that Zack gave his life for— the Cloud that cherishes the whole world. He's got so much of everything inside of his heart, and he doesn't know how to get it out. You'd be a weird asshole about it, too.

[ctheathy]

Hello, I hope you have a nice day! , I would like to request a headcanons of yandere nine x reader being kidnapped by doctor eggman

Yandere Nine w/ Darling who got kidnapped by Robotnik

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: You, my dear reader, are all out for the drama and I'm here for it~!

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Possessiveness • Nine is so traumatized omfg- • Eventual PTSD • Age regression • Overprotective behaviour • Poor mental state • Paranoia • Emotional dependency • Trust Issues • Insomnia • Violence

Pfft. If Nine wasn't already considered severely unhinged before, he most certainly will be right now. Oh how much terror the fox would feel in the pits of his stomach, the horror in his eyes, the helplessness in his heart. He most certainly would have never allowed this to even remotely come forward if he were the one to be in your presence. But... he wasn't. The whole team would have felt this immense sense of hesitance and dread to even tell him about it, having noticed his attachment and emotional bond towards you... and when the words slip from Sonic's mouth, not ready to test the nine-tailed foxes’ impatience, he cracks. And not just any regular burst of anger, he has a complete mental breakdown.

Nine will be nothing less than a ball of angst and fright at this point, something which he desperately tried to cover up with an infuriated facade, despite his evident worries from your abduction. But none of that would matter in the end, because he'd behave completely berserk one way or another. He doesn't dare rest or waste time for that matter until he can hold you in his arms again. Likely as soon as they reach The Chaos Council to try and bring you back... Nine would not hold himself back, still taken over by his violent meltdown. Instead of trying to avoid the Council's eyes and enemies that are in the way, maintaining a low profile as he'd say, he releases all of that pent up malice.

Though he'd leave many of the his robotic opponents onto the grounds ...torn to scraps by the fierce abilities of his mechanical tails, Nine would be surprisingly merciful to any living mobian for the sake of getting answers on where you're being held hostage. Because remember; although venting out some of his frustrations during the fight was equal to his hostility towards those who just so happened to be in his way, this mission is not and never will be about assassinating every enemy he comes across for the sake of just hurting them. It's all just to release you from The Chaos Council's grasp, take you back to his workshop where you rightfully belong ...bring you back to him. An objective and promise he will never allow himself to forget ever again after seeing your frightened face and body.

Even after he does get you back to the team, and he will no matter the costs or sacrifices he has to offer. But although you're back home, safe.... His paranoia will continue to linger and remain at its highest. Though the wounds you obtained through your abduction will eventually heal, his trauma of your kidnapping won't for a very long time. The side affects seemingly starts off small through your perspective, and you probably wouldn't even know how much it deep down affected him. Especially as the amber fox just seems to want to stick closeby you, seeking for comforting reassurance and some guidance to get himself back on the right track, which you more than understand and accept with open arms.

But what if I told you that he just got much, ...much more insane and delusional than you may think after you got taken away like that. It was like a newborn kitten being taken away from its mother right after birth, one whom he'd desperately cry out to and crawl after. To Nine, it wasn't just the idea of losing that happiness of having somebody to care about, but this also re-activated his defense mechanism to his past trauma.

Kill or be killed.

Nine's whole mentality practically returns to that of his younger self, almost similar to an age regression... You'd probably also notice the changes in demeanor, how he's practically almost behaving like a juvenile again. Decisions are made more so out of instinct rather than rational, logical thoughts. Which, to you, is something completely foreign and out of character for Nine.

His overprotective impulses would kick in at full force and he'd be quicker to lash out, along with his pessimistic mentality and stress being multiplied in the process, which is something his already poor mental state is absolutely not emotionally capable of handling. Even with you just not being in his eyesight can leave Nine with severe anxiety. His emotions are quicker to flow over, resulting in either anger outbursts or crying... And he practically treats you as if you were actively dying from a disease, constantly thinking of and mentioning the “what ifs”.

There would be many restless nights where he wakes up in the middle of the night, teary-eyed after a dream vision or isn't even capable of drifting off into a slumber at all. The simple thought of you ending up hurt and scarred while he wasn't there to protect you keeps his nerves excessive and senses on constant high alert. Even just the consideration in itself can leave him in a condition of hysteria for the next half hour, unable to calm himself down. These sudden exchanges of panic making you realise just how inconsistent it is, as Nine was usually known as collected, self-assured... in control of the situation. Something you'd consider the other side of the coin of how he was operating at this very moment. A complete and sudden reverse swap in his very identity.

Making you pray... that this was a crutch you could hopefully help him grow out of

[riordanness]

— say don’t go - [tmr!newt]

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warnings: uh- you have the flare

requested: no

We’d been running for… how long? It felt like forever. Days and days of scorching heat, oppressive sunlight, harsh winds. My throat feels dry all the time, my eyes ache, and my legs are rubber.

At least I have Newt. No one could ask for a better friend. He’s always there for me, right beside me no matter what. He gives me the water even though I know he must be just as thirsty as I am.

He makes sure he’s the one carrying the pack we’re supposed to be sharing; he’s always taking my turns.

How can I tell him I know I’m not immune? That the cranks scratched me back in that old warehouse a few days ago? The weight of knowing my days are dissolving in front of my eyes is so heavy I can barely breathe. What should I do? What does anyone do, knowing you’re about to die?

I know I have to tell him soon. I can’t keep putting it off — it’s killing me in more ways than one.

Minho calls for a stop hours after nightfall. I have lost complete track of time; too lazy to keep track with my wristwatch. My head is fuzzy enough as it is.

Newt glances at me, and gives me a weak smile. I try to return it, but I can’t. I collapse to the ground, my knees giving way after one too many hours of walking.

Newt is at my side in an instant. “Are you alright?”

I try to nod my head. “Just… tired. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He holds out our shared water bottle. There’s barely a gulp left in the bottom.

I shake my head. “You take it. I had it last.”

“No.” Newt is serious. “You need it more than I do. Besides…” He hesitates, but doesn’t continue. I’m too scared to ask what he means.

I eventually give it and take the water, the few semi-cold drops helping immensely. I feel my body shutting down, my eyes trying to close.

Newt shifts over to sit beside me. “Go to sleep, love.”

I don’t even try to stay awake. I lean against him and am instantly in darkness.

The next thing I know, I’m startled awake. I don’t know why, as it’s still pretty dark, the air is still cool, and none of the boys have stirred. I wonder briefly if a sound in the night woke me, but I see and hear nothing.

It’s probably just the growing anxiety and disease taking over my brain. I inch away from Newt, desperate not to wake him. He’s been doing so much for me, for everyone. I owe him my life ten times over, and I don’t want to disturb maybe the last peaceful sleep he may get.

I get to my feet, and my eyes stray to Newt’s sleeping face. I have a ridiculous urge to touch his cheek. He looks so soft and pretty and perfect, just laying there.

I force myself to turn around. I walk a minute, until I stumble across a little boulder and sit down, my chin in my hands. This illness inside of me is eating me up. I can feel myself fading away, everything that makes me me slowly dissolve into nothing.

I don’t know how long I sit there, despairing.

Eventually, someone approaches. I can tell by the slightly uneven footsteps who it is even before they speak.

“Hey, Newt.” I have no emotion in my voice, struggling to keep it even.

“Y/n,” he replies, gently sitting beside me. “What’s up, love?”

I shrug. “Nothin’.”

Even though it’s too dark to tell properly, I know he’s got his you-are-such-a-bad-liar face on. “Y/n.”

I sigh. “Okay. Fine. I—“ But the words die in my throat. I can’t seem to find the right way to tell the boy I love more than anything that I’m about to, well, die.

“You have the bloody Flare.” The anger in Newt’s voice takes me by surprise more than the fact that he knows.

“What—“

He slams his hand into the rock we’re sitting on, cutting me off. “It’s not fair!” He hisses. “We have to fix this, we have to—I cant, lose you—“

His voice cracks, and I hear him inhale sharply, like he’s trying not to cry.

That makes me break down. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I sob. “I just—I didn’t want… I don’t know. I just don’t want this.”

“Nobody shuckin’ wants the Flare, Y/n.” Newt’s voice is gruff, but almost teasing, a little reminder of what we used to be together. Joking, teasing best friends.

That makes me break down completely, and I cry heartbrokenly into my hands. I feel Newt wrap his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I cry into him, clinging to his shirt like it’s my life.

“Newt,” I manage. “I’m going to die.”

“No you’re not.” His tone is firm. “I’m not gonna lose you. I—I love you, ya dumb shank.”

“What…?” My tears come to a hiccuping stop, and I lift my head to look at him. “You…”

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah. Sorry. Bad timing?”

I shake my head, a smile on my face despite it all. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Oh,” Newt laughs. “Oh, okay. Good.”

I lean towards him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “Just hold me, please? Help me forget for a while.”

And Newt does exactly that.

[chloe-skywalker]

What Does She Know? - Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon II x Fem!Reader

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 943

Summary: Alicent may love to put her children down, but Y/n won’t stand for it to affect her betrothed anymore.

Authors Note: I really do think if he had someone who really loved and cared about him he’d be SO different! Same for Aemond.

Masterlist

House Of The Dragon Masterlist

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“Why do you behave like this?” Alicent scoffed in disgust at her son. She was angered and annoyed at Aegon’s behaviors, no matter what it may be.

“Behave like what?” Aegon questioned with squinted eyes. He had completely closed in on himself, expecting the usual if not new degrading comments she always told him. Sure he was use to it, it's been happening all his life but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“A monster. A little boy desperate for attention that believes since he’s a prince he can do whatever he wants without any consequences.” Alicent sneered at her son. She despised her and Viserys' children. They all seemed to have the confidence and arrogance of the Targaryens. Nothing in them reminded her of the Hightowers.

Aegon did not answer her after that. He just looked down trying not to let his emotions show in her presence. Aegon was done with showing weakness in front of her.

“Pathetic.” She spat before turning around and leaving Aegon’s chambers she had practically barged into.

A few moments later, after hearing the door slam Y/n peeked her head out of the hidden passageway she had rushed to when they heard Alicent outside his door. “Aegon?”

When she didn’t get a reply Y/n came out and walked towards where Aegon was seated on the end of his bed. She had heard everything the so called Queen had said to Aegon and Y/n was fuming on the inside. How dare she treat and say things like that to him. Her own son and a prince.

“She’s right, you know. I’m a monster.” Aegon mumbled looking down to his lap feeling immensely insecure since his mothers rant.

Y/n immediately shook her head, not agreeing with his statement at all. “No you are not. You are not a monster.”

“That's not what my mother says.” He spoke in a whisper.

“And what does she know? Rhaenyra was her best friend and look how she treats her? Look how she treats you and your siblings? She doesn’t know anything. Definitely nothing good or correct.” Y/n exclaimed lifting his chin to look at her as she talked, but Y/n knew it was because he was listening but the negative thoughts were still in his mind.

“I don’t understand why she take it out on us? On me?” He questioned out loud not to anyone in particular.

Since their betrothal Y/n had seen the toxic environment in King's Landing, in the castle. Between the Hightowers and the Targaryens. Including between Alicent and her own children.

“Because she’s upset that she had to marry your father. But you know what, she should grow up and act like a lady. Like a queen. That’s the way life is for a woman. Especially a woman born with any type of title. We don’t get to choose who we marry, or how many kids we have. Nothing. You just are forced to grin and bare it but the least she could do is protect and care for her children. Be supportive to her so-called friend that she had to marry the father of.” Y/n ranted but she had a point. To everything she said, it was all very true. Aegon listened intently to what Y/n had said and it pained him. In the short time they had known each other Aegon had really grown to love the woman in front of him. And to hear how she as a woman had no say in anything, that really hurt him to think that might be how she thinks their relationship is going to be once they marry. Aegon reached out to hold her hands.

“Is that how you feel with me? With our arranged marriage? That you have no choice and that all you’ll be good for is having my children?” Aegon asked question after question. He truly hoped he could make her feel like his equal. “Cause that's not how I want our relationship to be. I want to be good enough for you. That you want me even if we are already arranged and have no real say. I want us to fall in love with one another and not spite each other. I don’t want to force you to have a ton of heirs just so we can please the court and the people. I don’t want to please anyone other than you.”

Y/n was stunned by his words, not having thought he was worrying about such things.

Y/n squeezed his hands and then let one go and reached up to cup the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Looking into his eyes when she spoke. “Aegon. You have been an exception to what I said. You have treated me very kindly since we’ve gotten to know one another and I greatly appreciate that you seek out my advice. That you care about my opinion on things, that you don’t want to force me into anything or let anyone hurt me. That you actually care about me and I’m not just some slave your meant to fake love and breed with. I want to please you as well Aegon. But the difference is for us it’s because we love each other, truly love each other. That we want to please each other. Not out of duty.”

Aegon shook his head, feeling a weight lifted off his chest. “It will never be out of duty.”

Aegon pulled Y/n onto his lap into a kiss he hoped betrayed the love he felt for her and appreciation for her believing in him.

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@starkleila

[ratherbefangirling]

Mi casa (2)

Genre: Omegaverse AU, Angst

Pairing: Ot7 x alpha!reader

Summary : Namjoon wonders if letting you in thier home will destroy it? He hopes it won't but if it does. He will start from scratch again because for his soulmate there isn't anything he wouldn't do.

Warnings: past mentioned abuse.

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Yoongi sits in his office working. After his comment about you possibly being Namjoon's mate. Namjoon sweared at him and left. Before Yoongi would have made a fuss about it but now he knew better, understood the more nuanced sides of his packmates including Namjoon.

Yoongi and Namjoon had both gone to the same middle school and high school and hated each other to the core. Or Yoongi hated that Namjoon was more alpha like and smart, always at the top of his academics. Namjoon on the other hand was jealous of Yoongi's more omega like features and his ability to not care about anyone's opinion.

They had gone to different colleges. They had met once again when Jin and Namjoon's pack had decided to introduce them. They surprisingly melded well. At that time Yoongi and Jin had already decided to form a pack and Jungkook and Namjoon were roommates.

Yoongi had a rough time accepting Namjoon as his future pack. The first time they met again had been, for a lack of better word disastrous.

Still even though they had their differences most of the time they could put aside thier petty personal grudges for the sake of the pack.

Yoongi still remembers the day they had come to the conclusion to put the people they cared for before thier frankly childish behaviour.

Working for the shelter was a tough job. In a day Yoongi sees more terrible things than most people do in months. As much as he finds his job fulfilling it makes him tired and angry and it's made worse for having to show up at a job where everyone else is also tired and angry and there's nothing he could do about it (not to mention dealing with officials, lawyers and policemen most of whom are entitled and haven't suffered a day in thier lives.)

Despite the majority of their time together being spent in arguments both firm in their beliefs (which is why they often seek each other out) he actually hates fighting with Namjoon.

In the pack he is usually agreeable with Jin and Hobi, Jungkook is his baby, Taehyung and him may have different world views but usually the younger one is very doting taking full advantage of calming Yoongi after riling him up because they are pack. He does bicker a lot with Jimin but its nothing like how Namjoon and him fight.

Thus only Hoseok or sometimes Jin who ends up using his alpha command can interfere. The alpha command (which Jin uses sparingly and in absolute necessity) is reserved between the pack and only works towards the pack. It has no effect in ruts and only the pack alpha's command has any noticeable effect.

Just like the other times the matter of concern hadn't been huge. Towards the end of the winter Jungkook had fallen sick. Incidentally everyone was busy. Hobi and Jin had to leave to Hoseoks close cousins wedding. Jimin and Taehyung had to give finals of their masters degree. Which left Yoongi and Namjoon.

That day Namjoon had an important meeting for the project he had spent months working for.

"I'm leaving hyung." Namjoon said picking up a bun to have in transit.

"Namjoon. Stay and help. You know I have to start with a lot of work.

"Hyung can't it wait. I have an important meeting." While the statement wasn't meant to be dismissive but Yoongi felt anger bubble through.

"What do you mean can't it wait"

"I said what I said hyung." Namjoon says irritated. "I have an important presentation I can't miss."

"Are you trying to say my work isn't important."

"I didn't say that hyung but you work in a shelter when I have an actual job." Later Namjoon would feel immense guilt because of his careless words. But then he was one tracked towards his job. Not ready to back down at all. Corporate wasn't kind to omegas.

"I'll stay back." Hoseok says.

"But your cousins wedding." Namjoon mumbles.

"Taehyung and Jimin will be done early because of their exams." Jin says.

"Yes we can come early don't worry.." Jimin says.

And that was that. Namjoon and Yoongi resolve their fight and treat the pack to a nice dinner. Making a pact to be more careful in the future.

//

It might be a little irresponsible but Namjoon needs to think and he hopes Yoongi won't tell on him to Jin.

But it's not very simple for Namjoon to decide.

Namjoon has a soulmate. A real soulmate.

Namjoon remembers vividly being alone. So alone that it ate him inside. For a long long time he felt unlovable. Unwanted. Being part of the pack helped alleviate some of those feelings. But being part of a seven member pack sometimes someone felt like a seventh wheel. And he would rather it be him than anyone else.

But having a soulmate. His soulmate meant nobody would be lonely. He would have his own person. He didn't doubt the packs love no but he was ultimately selfish and he wanted something that was entirely his. Someone that was his.

His alpha.

He got butterflies just thinking of it.

He knew it wasn't going to be easy. The pack may not approve but he wasn't going to abandon her. No matter what. You were his. Only his. His own Alpha.

And if he had to fight the world or his own pack to have you. Namjoon realised he would. Because you needed him too. He would take care of his alpha. He would make everything okay again.

The atmosphere in the house is tense, Jungkook notes. Yoongi is irritable and in one of those moods where he needs to be left alone. Namjoon has gone camping with his friend Jackson. Jin seems antsy and Hoseok looks like he's waiting for a bomb to drop. Jimin and Taehyung are as clueless as him.

The Maknae line decided to have a sleepover trip. A staycation at a nearby hotel. Its partially to give the hyungs space and and partially because its been a while since the three hung out together.

They spend part of the night gaming into the late hours of the morning together. As the morning sun rises Taehyung nudges Jungkook.

"Go get food. Junkookie.."

"I dont want to you get it if you're hungry" Jungkook says still busy in his game.

"Rock paper Scissors the Looser gets the food."

"Fine." Jungkook agrees. He ends up loosing against Taehyung who hi fives Jimin happily and they continue with the game.

Jungkook stretches. His muscles aching since he's been in the same position for so long. He grabs the car key and drives to a convenience store nearby.

He spots Namjoon and Jackson talking and goes near them.

"Are you sure Namjoon? Don't you think you're taking it way to far?" Jackson asks Namjoon.

"If I have to leave the pack I will."

Jungkook's mind blanks. Everything seems immaterial. He leaves the cart He was holding to run back to the hotel. This couldn't be happening.

When Jungkook more or less storms in both Taehyung and Jimin look up.

"What's wrong? Where's the food?" Taehyung asks.

"Namjoon's going to leave the pack."

"What the hell Jungkook?" Taehyung swears.

"What? Tell me clearly what happened?"

"He was talking to Jackson. He said he'll leave the pack."

"But that makes no sense." Jimin said.

"I'm not lying I swear." Jungkook says.

"Is that's why the hyungs are so on edge." Taehyung pointed.

Silence fell.

"Surely they wouldn't hide things from us right?" Jungkook asked tearing up at the thought of their family breaking.

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding and it'll sort itself." Jimin tried to reassure the maknae and hugged him.

"You must have misheard it. There's no reason to leave the pack." Taehyung reiterates.

"But I heard him"

"You must have heard wrong." Taehyung says anger evident in voice.

"Taehyungie calm down. You too kookie. It could easily be a misunderstanding like taetae said there's no reason to leave the pack" Jimin says.

Jungkook nods sniffing. The thought of Namjoon leaving scares him to death. He wonders if Namjoon feels unloved or unwanted. He decides he's going change Namjoon's mind.

"Let's just order room service OK?" Jimin says

Taehyung nods and calls. Making sure to order extra icecream because he thinks they'll need it.

So yeah that's it. It's been a while since I wrote anything. I just can't seem to these days. I miss the boys terribly. I hope you liked this. Mostly I'll try to finish this in the next part. I felt I had to end this part because it would go way too long though it ended up in the shorter side and feels slightly unbalanced to me. Tell me what you think.

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[dragoncookies]

The Unlocked Healing Center Scene

There are many, MANY scenes in which you could pick apart the ever-loving shit out of Fitz's dialogue and his actions, or just look at how his character is treated from the POV the scene is being told from and compare that to what objectively might be happening.

But one of my favorite's has got to be the Unlocked healing center scene from Keefe's POV, because GOLLY was Fitz just bagged on in that scene, in an almost undetectable way.

(This also isn't meant to be hate on Keefe btw. He's a fine character, not my absolute favorite, but there's no reason to hate on him. It just so happens that Keefe's POV of Fitz is especially patronizing in this scene).

First of all, Shannon starts the scene with presenting us with how lonely and sad he was, just straight up:

”sadness

Nervousness

Regret

Loneliness

Plus a hefty dash of anger.

Coming straight from Fitz” (-Unlocked, idk what page lmao).

I mean, the man was grieving. He just broke up with his maybe girlfriend AND lost the only chance he had to finding his terrorist older brother (who might or might not want to end him and who has caused him and his family immense stress/trauma for the past 4 books if not their entire lives to a degree) in one fell swoop (because of the maybe girlfriend he trusted a lot, not to mention Fitz values trust almost more than he does love so you could basically say the girl he loved).

Me personally? I would just cease to exist after that, but here we have sad, nervous, regretful, lonely and angry Fitz in the healing center waiting for his maybe-bro to wake up. 

Once Keefe DID wake up, Fitz was nothing if not worried for Keefe and trying to comfort Keefe. Fitz was obviously GENUINELY worried for Keefe. Look at this:

”Fitz tore a hand through his boringly perfect hair. ‘I get why your mad. But I’m only trying to help. I know what you’re going through-‘

’Right-you totally know what it’s like to have you mom do deadly experiments on you,’ Keefe muttered. ‘I must’ve forgotten that part of the Vacker history.”

’Maybe not,’ Fitz conceded, ‘but I know what it’s like to have a traitor in the family. And I also remember how scary it is to wake up in one of these cots after being brutally attacked-just like I know how hard it is to talk about what’s wrong, because it feels like you’re admitting the Neverseen beat you. But they only win if you keep pretending everything’s normal, because you end up making the damage permanent.’

’I’m not damaged-‘

‘You’re right. That’s the wrong word.’ Fitz blew out a breath. ‘Look, all I’m trying to say is that I wouldn’t be walking right now if I hadn’t let Elwin help me. I probably wouldn’t even be alive. So I want to make sure you get the help you need-and you do need it, Keefe. No matter what you believe. But accepting help doesn’t make you weak. It just means you’re taking care of yourself.’”

Such an underrated Fitz moment, imo.

First and foremost, lets just take a second to point out the "boringly perfect" hair comment. I don't know why this stuck out to me, but it shows how differently these two characters think. While Fitz has his hair styled "perfectly" because its been his lifestyle to maintain a perfect façade, here we can see that Keefe STILL doesn't understand just what goes beyond this perfect façade of Fitz's. Keefe values freedom, loves rebellion, and his hairstyle reflects that. Keefe makes it messy, but a masterpiece. To Keefe, Fitz's hair is just generic and standard. Perfect, well presenting, but it follows the standard of whatever is considered "perfect" to elves, so we can see that it is repulsive to Keefe's nature.

This is much the same as how much Keefe sees the scale of what Alvar's disappearance has done to the Vacker Family. Keefe continues to reject the idea that the Vackers aren't as perfect as he once believed. As soon as Fitz even mentioned the idea of empathy for Keefe, the idea of relating to him, Keefe immediately rejects it, and rejects the idea that Fitz could have gone through any mental/emotional turbulence as a result of the horrendous situations Alvar has put him and his family through. I mean, for crying out loud, Fitz had literally tried to kill his brother in an emotional mess of conflicting feelings and guilt just two books ago, and unheard of crime for the elves. Fitz had to spend weeks and WEEKS in the healing center. Keefe was there when Alvar, on his deathbed, described how the "Vacker Legacy" was what drove him to a life of crime.

Yes, Keefe was having a rough time to put it lightly, but taking it out on others isn't justified (if you want to be mad at Fitz for taking his anger out on others, now you have to be mad at Keefe for taking his emotional distress out on his friend). We can certainly understand it, but we can't justify it, and because the POV is from a likable character, we're more willing to trust what the character says. Since Keefe presents Fitz's actions in a way that makes them seem appalling and jerk-y, and if Keefe presents this idea in his POV that Fitz is always Mr. Perfect and never has trouble in his family, then the readers are more likely to believe that. Objectively, based on what Fitz is saying and doing, we can see he's struggled and is struggling a lot. Fitz had to have worked on learning to receive help himself (asking for help is a SKILL, believe it or not) in order to truly explain how important it is to Keefe in the way he did.

Who just says "Accepting help doesn't make you weak, it just means you're taking care of yourself" and doesn't mean it in the kindest, most sincerest way ever?

Not just Keefe can take this advice, anyone should.

Side note: I also feel like he gave himself bad flashbacks to when he called Sophie damaged in book two when he accidentally used the word here. Ouch.

At another point in this scene, Keefe also shows how irrational he can be, as Fitz is simply trying to do the right thing and get Keefe the help he needs, and Keefe is ABSOLUTELY DEMONIZING Fitz for it. Keefe's health was Fitz's priority, and Fitz didn't necessarily care if he stepped on Keefe's toes to get him the help that he couldn't see he needed (Sophie was in the room as this point):

Unlocked page 561:

“‘Uh, you should probably step back, Sophie,’ Fitz warned. ‘I think your emotions are too strong for him.’

’No, they’re not!’ Keefe argued-and wow,did his voice sound strained. He cleared his throat and tried again. ‘Nothings wrong. I swear, I’m fine.’

’He keeps saying that,’ Fitz told her-because he was begging for a face-punch. And if the world hadn’t gotten so spinny, Keefe might’ve given it to him when Fitz added, ‘But Keefe’s been picking up all our emotions without even trying. And he’s always been able to do that with you, so I think you’re overwhelming him right now.’

’Okay, I’m done liking Captain Perfectpants,’ Ro announced.

‘Keefe was right there with her-which was probably why he blurted out, ‘Uh, for the record, most of the emotions are coming from you, Fitzy. You wouldn’t happen to have some unresolved feelings for anyone in this room, would you?’”

I'm not gonna lie, if somebody read my emotions and called me out on something that I was VERY touchy about, and was a relatively new blow, I would just leave the room. That was an A class jerk move right there.

Not saying Keefe IS a jerk, because all the characters have acted jerk-y in the series and everyone has their moments, but it was still pretty rude of Keefe to make that comment. What’s annoying is that nobody in the books seemed to react as though it is rude when Keefe makes these kinds of comments. If it was anybody else who had said that, there would be an apology required in order for that character to be redeemed. 

Keefe also literally wanted to PUNCH Fitz, because Fitz was...making sure Keefe stayed alive? Because Fitz cared enough about Keefe's health to make sure the details were pressed out and make sure the facts of the situation were clear? So Elwin could actually do his job??

Keefe hated Fitz in this moment because Fitz was being a practical, helpful guy, but from Keefe's perspective it just makes Fitz look like an asshole.

Ro’s unsolicited opinions are also very unhelpful, since Ro is written to be in support of what Keefe wants (or just in support of whatever will make Sokeefe happen…she’s kind of creepy about her Sokeefe obsession ngl), it makes her more likable and therefore the readers are more likely to trust what she says or take her opinion as their own. 

But Ro saying things like “I’m done liking Captain Perfect Pants” is rude, because it 1), insinuates she will only like someone based on how much they please her, and 2) denotes him to his perfect facade, which undermines his brilliant and complex character. 

Eventually, Keefe tried to apologize to Sophie in a telepathic conversation. He didn’t remotely consider apologizing to Fitz. 

I mean, Keefe was crazy terrified and hurting but...I don’t get how when Fitz was hurt and acted out he was suddenly “toxic and trash”, but when Keefe did the exact same thing nobody said anything.

And nobody even knows Fitz is hurt because nobody asks him. Nobody talks to him about how hard the Alvar situation is for him because they’re scared he’ll just get mad and yell at them, or they just assume he’s just mad about it and wanted to kill Alvar. 

Is nobody going to see that there’s some deep emotional/mental trauma to unpack here? Is he always just going to have to help himself all the time?

At least Keefe has people who understand him, who are willing to talk to him about what’s wrong and help him through it. He had a seriously traumatic childhood, and I’m not comparing their trauma or anything, that’s not what I’m trying to do. What I am trying to say is, Keefe’s got a whole crew of people helping him, people who want to make sure he’s okay, people who care for him, and he rejects it, deems them annoying in Fitz’s case, and just discounts the effort and energy they spend on him.

There is a lot more to unpack from this scene, but it’s mostly all along a similar vein of what I talked about here (this is long enough haha). There are also tons of little details about the Vackers in Unlocked that just emphasize how pressured Fitz is into the Vacker mold, and how the Alvar drama just makes it worse. 

For example: reading Fitz’s registry file, it says that it is “highly suggested that he choose someone on his match list” because of how dragged the Vacker name already is. So when people want to get upset with him for choosing "his reputation over Sophie", we have text evidence that its more complicated than that. Fitz isn't just choosing between being liked by the world and the person he likes, he's choosing whether or not to maintain a level of peace within his family at his own sacrifice. SPOILERS! (if you haven't read stellarlune don't read the rest of this paragraph). Eventually it was his sacrifice, because as of stellar lune, Sokeefe is official. Fitz couldn't repair things with Sophie quick enough, so she moved on.

It also mentions in Keefe’s detention slip write ups about how people actually hassle Biana and Fitz at Foxfire for Alvar being apart of the Neverseen. Because of their family, because of the Alvar drama, Fitz and Biana can't go to school without people bullying them.

Theres also this sad note in Fitz’s Base Quest instructions where Fitz writes about how you can use you special abilities while playing base quest, but included a little side note that said “but it's no fun when you turn invisible the whole time and hide Alvar!” Which just insinuates that Alvar would turn invisible and leave to go do whatever else he wanted while Fitz still thought they were playing. :( 

Depressing. 

[antianakin]

What are your thoughts about fans who say that Vader killed Fox for Ahsoka (in one of the comics) or Vader will brutally kill Barriss in the upcoming Tales of the Empire because of what she did to Ahsoka?

Vader didn't offer Ahsoka to join him in Rebels (been a while might be wrong), or offer any of his other jedi friends to be spared. Or any of the younglings. It seems fanfic-y for Ahsoka to get through to Vader more than his own son. Anakin obniously stopped giving a fuck about anyone but Padme, yet he still gets along-ish with the stormtroopers.

I feel like "getting along' with the stormtroopers is a stretch, personally, but I can't say I'm familiar enough with stuff set in that time period focusing on those characters to really speak to it with a lot of authority. I feel like he just doesn't care about them enough to bother them or actively try to kill them, but that doesn't equate to getting along.

As for Ahsoka, I feel like the claim that he killed Fox (I assume this is referencing that comic where he snaps Fox's neck shortly after O66) for Ahsoka is kind-of ridiculous. I haven't read it myself, but I've seen people discuss it and seen some of the panels and my understanding is that he kills Fox because the clones shot at him when they saw his lightsaber, not understanding that he wasn't another Jedi or whatever and Anakin just... kills Fox to demonstrate power. I dunno, this is what Anakin just... DOES. He chokes people who bother him in the OT all the fucking time, we see him get close during TCW all the time too. Anakin leans towards violence as a coping mechanism for a LOT of things, and the immediate motivation is the insult of being shot at by the troopers as an enemy and the disrespect he interprets it as, so he uses Fox as an example. COULD you choose to interpret it so that part of his motivation is that he already hates Fox because of what happened to Ahsoka during the Wrong Jedi arc? Sure. Is it the actual stated motivation within that storyline? No.

Honestly, I find the entire concept that people might be angry at FOX for the Wrong Jedi arc immensely ridiculous just to begin with. Like I get anger aimed at the Jedi Council and Wolffe/the 104th FAR more than I get anger aimed at Fox or the CG. Like Fox and the CG barely have anything to DO with the entire incident, they put her in a cell after a prisoner dies with no other obvious cause immediately after the sound is cut on the recordings, and then they try to recapture her after she does in fact literally break out of her cell and go on the run. Like she's under suspicion and then leaves without permission after a second incident happens, OF COURSE they're trying to get her to stop and come back. They're not HUNTING her. You know who DOES hunt her down? Plo Koon, Wolffe, Anakin, and Rex. All of them go out with squads of men to literally hunt her down and recapture her. And it's WOLFFE who ultimately finds her at the warehouse and stuns her. Fox has NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS.

As for what Anakin will do with Barriss, I honestly can't say. I wouldn't put it past Filoni to have him kill Barriss simply because we know Filoni doesn't treat Barriss well and that sounds like something he'd find compelling and meaningful. I'm not planning on watching TOTE for exactly this reason, I'm waiting to see what everyone else says about it since it's bound to be bad no matter what happens.

[cinnbar-bun]

Competition (Jabra x Reader x Lucci)

Summary: Jabra and Lucci are always going at it. After Fukurou's embarrassing gossip, the two decide to have you settle the competition...

In their own, unique, wild way, of course.

Rating: NSFW this is smutty smut smut

Notes: Aggressive sex, Zoan form sex, competition, threesome, spitroasting, rimming, and anal. Reader is AMAB but GN. Lucci and Jabra are aggressive, petty assholes but it's consensual. Some degrading language. Surprisingly soft-ish aftercare and cuddles.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Requested. Thank you for requesting, dear! Please enjoy <3

You can read on my AO3 here!

You strolled into Enies Lobby with everyone’s lunch order. You whistled as you greeted some of the other soldiers and office workers within headquarters until you finally reached the small office where your fellow CP9 officers were sitting. 

“Hey guys, brought lunch,” you say, happily placing their usual orders onto the table. Kaku is the first to thank you and get his food. The other members follow, save for two. 

You look around in confusion as you begin to dig into your food. 

“Where’s Lucci? And Jabra?” You ask, wondering why they aren’t here despite them usually being the biggest sticklers for lunch. 

“Oh, you know, probably hashing it out or something. No need to worry,” Kaku shrugs. 

“Although, today they did seem even more annoying than usual,” Kalifa sighed and shook her head. 

You partially agree with Kaku and Kalifa and are about to continue eating when the door slams open and a stern looking Lucci strolls in with an angry Jabra following behind. 

“You’re just jealous! That’s what it is, you stupid cat!” Jabra yells, a wide smirk on his face as if he had just bested Lucci. 

“What are you yapping about, you dog?” Lucci retorts while he swipes his food and sits on a chair. “You sound utterly ridiculous.” 

Jabra howls with laughter. “Of course! That’s what this whoooole thing is about! You’re just jealous!” 

The rest of you look in confusion between the Lucci and Jabra, unsure of what to even think or say. 

“Um, hey, what’s going on-” 

“Can it, giraffe!” Jabra cuts Kaku off. “I’m dealing with him! He just can’t help it that I’m sexier and better than him!” 

“Didn’t your girlfriend leave you for Lucci?” Fukurou mentions, making Jabra stomp his feet and glare at the round man. 

“Shut up, will ya? She didn’t mean anything! And I dumped her! Not the other way around! She was just so heartbroken she felt she had to go to Lucci!” Jabra screamed, his face red with anger. Lucci barely reacted, continuing to eat, which made Jabra point enthusiastically at Lucci. “See? He’s speechless! Cuz he knows I’m the one that’s a better man!” 

“Does that sort of thing really matter…?” Kaku asked, scratching his cheek as he pondered the conversation. “What do you think, (Y/n)?” 

All eyes turn on you and you shrink into your seat as Jabra and Lucci’s eyes bore into you heavily. You awkwardly laugh and try to figure out the best way to diffuse the situation without exposing yourself too much.

“W-well, I think both have their merits and-” 

“But I’m better than that stupid cat!” “It’s obvious I’m far superior to that whining dog.” 

The two men again furrow their brows at each other before returning to you, wanting you to pick a side. 

“I think you two are both great, and anyone would be lucky to-” 

“(Y/n), duh, they both like you!” Fukurou interrupts, and for a second, the tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jabra is the first to react, walking over to Fukurou and attempting to choke the life out of him. 

“Why I oughta-!” 

“Get out. Everyone. Get out,” Lucci states, his voice not raising an octave, but still showing his immense rage. The rest of CP9 and you pack up your lunches and hurriedly begin to exit before Lucci calls your name. “You. Stay.” 

You feel like a trained housepet now and sit back down, unsure of what’s gonna happen next. But you know for certain that whatever will happen will most likely be another fight. 

“Great job, Mr. Subtle! You totally proved their points!” Jabra hissed. 

“I don’t give a shit about what they think. If they say anything, then they’ll die, simple as that,” Lucci harshly chides. 

You jump in your seat at this conversation- were these two confirming that they did, in fact, like you? The thought is too much to bear as you watch Jabra and Lucci continue to hash it out. 

“Face it, you just know (Y/n) likes me more!” Jabra cackles, and Lucci removes his hat. “We even slept together!” 

For the second time in under five minutes, your heart nearly stops as Lucci’s eyes snap to you, practically seeing red. 

“N-no, we have not and-” you try to save yourself from Jabra’s lies. 

“Come on, (Y/n), why don’t you go admit it? Tell him I’m better, that you like me more!” Jabra exclaims, while Lucci stands up to go toe to toe with Jabra. 

In some sick, twisted way, you’re enjoying how the two are arguing over your attention. You gawk as they hurl more insults to each other, before they both have the same idea to shift into their Zoan forms. Jabra’s wolf form and Lucci’s leopard form tower over you as they smash their heads together and growl. 

“You better-” Jabra begins before he sniffs the air. He starts to practically drool as he licks his lips. “What’s that smell?” 

Lucci follows right after and sniffs for a brief moment. He freezes and his eyes narrow as he looks at you. “It’s them.” 

You glance around in confusion, unsure what they’re talking about. Jabra’s eyes widen in delight as he nods, finally agreeing with his rival on something. 

“You’re right! It is!” “What do you mean?” You ask nervously, sniffing yourself to make sure you don’t smell bad. You don’t smell anything strange or different, so you look back at them in confusion before Lucci steps closer to you, the beastmen leering at you like predators to a meal. 

“Strip.” 

--

It’s a miracle you’re still alive at this rate. Lucci’s thick member is shoved unceremoniously down your throat as his claws yank at your hair. In between bouts of abusing your throat, he runs his nails through your head, as if petting you and rewarding you for sucking him off so well. His hands alternate between that gentle stroking and petting, to the rough tugging when he feels you’re too slow. 

“Good slut,” he hums proudly at how you’re doing. You can hardly breathe as he bucks his hips faster, but the taste of his slick and the pleasure of being dominated by your two colleagues makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Jabra growls jealously and has his claws dig into your round ass. 

“Focus on me, damn it! Else I’ll just skip the foreplay and eat you alive!” He threatens. You pathetically moan in response, while Lucci smirks. 

“Sorry, dog, they’re too busy choking on me,” Lucci’s lips curl up deviously. “It must be so sad to be smaller than me.” 

“Smaller?! I’ll have you know that I’m definitely bigger!” Jabra snarls as he crouches down behind you. “You’re just upset you can’t fuck them first!” 

“Screw you,” Lucci growls. 

“Up yours, cat,” Jabra huffs before he licks his lips then dives into your ass. His tongue swirls around your anus, causing you to jolt at the contact. Jabra chuckles, and Lucci smirks at the bewildered expression on your face. Despite Jabra causing you to feel that, Lucci can’t help but enjoy your flustered face. His mind drifts to the fact they both like you in this position- but like hell he would ever admit that out loud. He pushes it aside and continues to have you suck him off. 

Jabra licks your behind with enthusiasm, his claws digging in between your thighs to spread them apart farther for him. You whine and moan around Lucci’s cock, making the assassin grip your hair tightly and throw his head back. He’d never dare let out a sound to show you that he was actually enjoying this, but in your dazed state, you could hardly notice that. 

It isn’t until a while later that Jabra finally stops teasing you and inserts his tongue into your anus. Your legs and arms wobble at the contact, causing Lucci to yank you by your hair so you could get some support. 

“Enjoying it, dear?” Jabra cooed sadistically. You mumble out a ‘mhm’, but Lucci refuses to let Jabra be praised in his vicinity and thrusts farther into your mouth this time to silence you. Jabra glares. “You asshole.” 

“Shut up. I don’t wanna hear your voice when they’re busy with me. I want to actually finish.” 

Jabra removes his mouth from your behind and decides to line his member up to your entrance. 

“Oh yeah? They’ll be too busy enjoying this to care about you!” Jabra states as he enters you. The stretch from his large girth is astounding, making you struggle to breathe as Jabra fills you inside. “Oooh, tight~! Practically sucking me in!”

Jabra leers at Lucci. “Bet you wish you were here, huh?” 

“Shut up,” Lucci snarls. 

Jabra, despite his large form and sadistic tendencies, pumps himself slightly inside you- as if wanting to spare you from a world of pain. “Easy there, dearie, if you tremble so much and keep being so tight, I might just snap you in half!” 

He chuckles as one large hand reaches around you and grips your member, running his thumb up and down your shaft. 

“Don’t worry, you’re a precious meal I’m going to savor~,” he snickers, before he begins to move his hips. 

The wind is knocked out of your lungs as you feel the two beastmen thrust into you wildly. Lucci’s claws are grasping at your hair to guide your mouth, while Jabra pounds into you and strokes your dick with every thrust. 

The pleasure is too much- too much it almost hurts. Lucci looks down at you with a wild look in his eyes as he shakes his head. 

“Don’t get sloppy now. You do that, I’ll punish you more,” he threatens. His voice breaks into a soft groan as you attempt to place your hands on his hips to leverage yourself better to take him and Jabra. 

Jabra howls with laughter as he picks up the pace, eager to finish soon. 

“You’re getting worked up! I can smell your scent getting stronger,” Jabra teased. 

“Oh? You enjoyed being used like a toy for us?” Lucci interjects. “What a good worker. You know your place beneath us.” 

“Damn right it is!” Jabra agrees. Both of them enjoy how your face heats up and how you tremble from the pleasure. The two shoot a competitive glance at each other before harrumphing and staying silent. They refuse to admit they feel the same in this situation, even so close. 

“Now go on, (Y/n), be a good little whore and finish soon,” Lucci commands. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Jabra adds. “I’ll make sure to clean you up nice and well when you cum.” 

Their dirty ramblings and threats make your heart race as you do your best to bob on Lucci’s cock while moving your hips back to meet Jabra. 

“Ah, shit-,” Jabra cries. “You’re like a bitch in heat!” 

“My bitch in heat,” Lucci corrects. Jabra growls and moves his hips faster. 

“Not for long,” Jabra smirks as he grabs your hips to anchor you down. “You’re gonna take it all.” 

The two men get sloppier with their movements, a sign that they’re approaching their climax. Jabra sends a hand flying to your ass, leaving both men cackling at the noise you made and the way you jumped. Lucci’s hand is shaking as he grips your head. 

“Swallow all of it, or else,” Lucci says as a final warning before his hips stutter. Jabra grips you tighter while making sure to jack you off faster. 

“Go on, we know you want to~,” Jabra coos to you. The pressure in your stomach finally boils over as you finish with a loud, garbled moan. You release into Jabra’s hands as he excitedly licks his fingers coated with your essence clean. “Shit, taste better than anything I know.” 

Lucci stops his frantic pace and decides to slam into your mouth. As if the two are reading each other’s minds, Jabra begins to do the same.

One. Two. Three. 

They both throw their heads back and let out animalistic cries. You choke on Lucci’s heavy amounts of cum while feeling Jabra’s release drip down your legs. Even in your fucked out state, you can’t disobey. You try to swallow every drop, nearly gagging at the salty taste. 

Lucci finally releases your head and you drop to the floor pathetically, filled from both ends. 

Jabra pulls himself out and chuckles. 

“Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. You still gotta choose who’s better,” he sneers, as him and Lucci switch places. 

--

You aren’t sure how long it’s been since the two continued their competition. Even as Jabra throws you over his shoulders, him and Lucci are still arguing as if they didn’t just have marathon sex with you. 

“I think this just goes to show I’m better at sex than you,” Jabra points. 

“Right, you dumb dog. You could hardly last,” Lucci smirks. 

“You two… please… stop…” you mumble, tired beyond belief. The two shut up, not before glancing at each other, as they gruffly walk to your room. Jabra lays you on the bed and they’re about to continue their fight elsewhere when you grip their arms. “Can you both stay? You’re so warm and fuzzy.” 

It’s obvious you’re delirious, so the two men sigh and crawl into the bed with you, not before returning to their Zoan forms. Jabra wraps an arm around your waist while Lucci simply lays beside you and strokes your hair once in a while. 

“Hmph. You lasted a lot longer than I thought,” Jabra comments. 

“Agreed. I’m surprised at your resilience,” Lucci awkwardly adds. It’s probably the best compliment he’ll ever give you, but in this moment, it’s all you need. You snuggle into your sheets besides them and feel yourself slowly drift to sleep between them. 

“They like me more,” Jabra says to get the final word in. 

“Shut up.” 

[grimfurbybitch]

Some light n' fluffy Zestious <3

read more cuz this is kinda long lol

One of Sir Pentious's biggest insecurities in their relationship is the physical and social power difference between them because it's pretty fucking big. Zestial the oldest and one of the most powerful overlords in hell has somehow become smitten with fucking Sir Pentious, the one Alastor has let live despite his constant attacks because he finds how pathetic he is amusing, the one that was immediately caught spying on the hotel, the one who despite living in hell 136 years has amounted to nothing but a laughingstock. it's a big difference that he notices

Sir Pentious feels like he isn't offering enough in their relationship, he's scared that one day Zestial's going to realize that he could do so much better then him (it doesn't help that a lot of Zestial's associates have said this to him, he hasn't told Zestial yet), he knows what people think about him, he's seen the news, he's seen the mocking stares, and despite his boastful persona he's not so stupid as to be unaware of what people think of him. That's one of the reasons he even wants to be an overlord, to be truly worthy of Zestial's affections

but Sir Pentious does offer something invaluable to Zestial, he offers Zestial the one thing his influence and power can't get him, someone who actually likes him for him. Its lonely at the top, most sinners who try to befriend him are looking for something, they either want to backstab him or use him for his power but Sir Pentious is different.

Sir Pentious isn't using him for his money or to become an overlord (he literally won't even let Zestial help him, he has to do this on his own) Sir Pentious enjoys his company, he likes it when he goes on about his day no matter how boring, he cares to make him his tea just the way he likes it, not because he's scared of angering him, but because he likes to see him happy, he would date him even if he wasn't an overlord because he's a sucker for gentlemanly vampires he genuinely likes Zestial. there's not a lot of people who Zestial is "close" to that could say the same

and Zestial is fucking terrified of losing Sir Pentious, he doesn't think that Sir Pentious is going to leave, he's scared of him dying. Zestial is old, he's seen so many of his loved ones perish either from an Exorcist's blade or a rival looking to get one over on him and it's not like Sir Pentious is being careful (I think trying to fight Alastor like 20 times is the definition of careless) he's picking fights he can't win and the only reason no one's done him in yet is because they know he isn't a threat but Zestial knows it's only so long before someone finishes him off for good.

if you headcanon that their relationship is kept a secret (I don't bc its funnier if it's just public knowledge that Zestial is dating a loser <3) then its Zestial's idea to keep it under wraps. Zestial wants it hidden to protect Sir Pentious, he knows the moment others know they're together that Sir Pentious is no longer be seen as a harmless idiot, he will be someone that Sinners looking to get a head can use. at best Sir Pentious will be killed quickly, at worst he will suffer immensely before the Angelic Spear comes for his head, and Zestial knows this because it happened before.

Sir Pentious thinks it's because Zestial is embarrassed of him, he thinks Zestial doesn't want anyone to know he's dating this guy, a guy who can't even win a fight against a fucking Porn star, No Sir Pentious knows he isn't worth losing a reputation over. He wants NEEDS to be an overlord because maybe then they wouldn't have to hide, maybe if he wasn't such a disappointment then they could have normal dates like going to a play or going to a tea house together instead of sneaking him into the estate through the back to have dinner in Zestial's room, now don't get him wrong, he's very appreciative of those dates (Zestial has some amazing private chefs) but it would be nice if he was Zestial's boyfriend instead of Zestial's secret boyfriend.

and neither of them talk about their fears together because this is hell, and nobody knows how to be emotionally vulnerable with each other, at least until Sir Pentious almost double dies and they're forced to talk to each other

I lied >:}

this would've been done sooner if SOMEONE *cough* @omni-present-god-send *cough* wasn't distracting me with overlord Sir Pentious🙄 (jkjkjkjk i love you)

if anyone has any additions please let me know 🙏

[wehaveimagineshere]

Hello! I have a request for either Frost or Ren, both headcanons or scenario are good💞

Could we maybe have a Astarion/Gale/Halsin with an asexual gender neutral reader? Thank you!

Hi! So since Ren only accepts one character at a time per ask, I’ll be doing this! I hope you like it! I’m going to try my best to not make it similar to the other G/N post

Also I apologize for taking so long. A lot has been going on in my personal life that has kicked me in the ass and thrown in for a loop

Astarion

• Astarion was confused and baffled at the thought that you refused to sleep with him

• He tried every tactic he could possibly think of. Sweet nothings, sexual innuendos, fluttering touches. But you still refused

• When you told him that you’re not sexually attracted to anyone he was at a loss. What was he supposed to do now?

• So he grew distant from you for a while. Sex was all he knew. How else was he supposed to make sure you never betray him?

• But you persisted on getting to know him on a personal level. To form a true bond with honest feelings

• You were there for him when he needed you to be. You tried to have him talk out his frustrations and worries

• He would still occasionally try again to have some sort of sexual relations but you had to stand your ground and tell him you were not comfortable with him doing that

• And if he tried again you were gone. That he needs to respect your choices and feelings like you do for him

• And he does. He’s come to learn that he values you more than just someone to sleep with. You trying your hardest to help him with his demons and form a real friendship made him see that honestly, he doesn’t like sex all that much either

• It was just all he knew how to do

• He’s fallen in love with you for you. For who you are as a person. He’s terrified

• But you’ve shown him that you’re sticking with him no matter what. Always and forever

Gale

• Gale was surprised but more curious than anything

• He’s never met anyone who was asexual before and was ashamed to admit that he didn’t know much about it

• He would ask if it was okay to ask you questions about it. Like what exactly does being asexual mean and what your age was when you discovered you were

• Along with what you told him he would also go to libraries to see if there were any books talking about it so that he could become more educated because it genuinely intrigued him

• You would sometimes join him to the library and make it a date. He would point out passages to you and ask you how you felt about them

• He respected you immensely. From what he understood, it might’ve been hard on you to have that sexuality and still have strangers try to make sexual advances

• It angered him when you told him that you did in fact have situations like that in your life

• It made him want to protect you but you would tell him that you could handle it on your own, but you’re still thankful nonetheless

• Gale would prioritize dates where you get to know each other on a personal level

• Along with your now traditional weekly library dates, you’ll also have nice little homemade dinners

• You not having sex and constantly being there for Gale made him realize that he doesn’t need to risk his life to become better than the gods. That he’s fine just the way he is

• It’s not before long that you quickly move in together. Knowing that you want to be together forever

Halsin

• The fact that Halsin is poly made the relationship easier for the both of you

• At first he was surprised. Your sexuality is the complete opposite of his

• But he was still so genuinely interested in you that he wanted to give your relationship a try as long as you were comfortable with it

• Halsin focuses more on the romantic part of your relationship

• He’ll take you on really nice dates in the forest where you’ll dip your toes in a river or lake while holding hands and basking in each others presence

• He’ll ask you personal questions while answering any questions you throw his way, even if they’re a little uncomfortable to talk about

• There will be times where he’ll spend a couple hours in a brothel but it doesn’t bother you a single bit. He respects your decision not to have sex. You can’t force him to follow in your footsteps. It’s not only wrong but it’s just not who he is

• So a couple times a month he’ll go to a brothel or find someone somewhere and have some fun while you work on some projects that needed to be done

• You have a talent for wood carving so in your downtime when you’re not constantly on the road, you’ll carve him ducks in different shapes and sizes

• He keeps them all and will display them in whatever home you’re currently residing. He absolutely adores them. Especially the ones you don’t like as much

• He’ll encourage you to make other designs as well to sell. What you can make with your hands is pure art that should be shared with the world. The ducks are only for him though

• The relationship and dynamic you two have together just works so well and not only do you compliment each other but you fill in the other’s needs that isn’t any less than perfect

[thefisherqueen]

I'm reading Letters from Watson's The three Garridebs as a bedtime story tonight. First things first - what even is this title?? *some research later* Oh, Garridebs is a last name, apparently. Wouldn't have guessed that. Yet another story title I will never be able to remember

It may have been a comedy, or it may have been a tragedy. It cost one man his reason, it cost me a blood-letting, and it cost yet another man the penalties of the law. I'm intrigued. They surely didn't still do blood-letting in the early 20th century? Or does this mean that Watson gets wounded in this case

I remember the date very well, for it was in the same month that Holmes refused a knighthood for services which may perhaps some day be described. I'm having a bit of trouble telling apart when Holmes wants attention and when he does not. He seems to thrive upon Watson's attention, and to immensely enjoy the attention he receives by acting Dramatic(TM), yet public praise or fame is to be avoided?

I only refer to the matter in passing, for in my position of partner and confidant I am obliged to be particularly careful to avoid any indiscretion. Partner, confidant, collegue, companion, intimate friend. In other words, 'you are so important to me'

Holmes had spent several days in bed, as was his habit from time to time It's been years since I spent an entire day in bed. I wonder if that means that I'm doing better, or if I'm just not allowing myself enough time to rest and recover from Life

"Have you ever heard the name of Garrideb?" I admitted that I had not. Same, Watson, same

"Why do you say that, Mr. Holmes?" I seemed to read sudden suspicion in those expressive eyes. "Your whole outfit is English." Mr. Garrideb forced a laugh. "I've read of your tricks, Mr. Holmes, but I never thought I would be the subject of them." Oh my. This man does not like to be deduced. I have a feeling he's going to be difficult

"Why did he ever drag you into it at all?" asked our visitor, with a sudden outflame of anger. "What in thunder had you to do with it? Here was a bit of professional business between two gentlemen, and one of them must needs call in a detective! Ah, here we have our trouble. I hope Holmes politely yet ruthlessly will tell him to shut it and keep his calm

"And now, sir, since you are here, we had best have a clear account from your own lips. My friend here knows nothing of the details." Mr. Garrideb surveyed me with not too friendly a gaze. "Need he know?" he asked. Not even an actual king could pry these two apart, sir, you better not even try. They come Together

He made his money in real estate, and afterwards in the wheat pit at Chicago wheat pit: a market or exchange where wheat stocks are bought and sold (merriam-webster dictionairy)

one day I had a visit from the old man, and he was tickled to death to meet another man with his own name 'tickled to death' is one of the many amazing expressions I'm going to incorportate into my vocabulairy

I told him I was a busy man and could not spend my life hiking round the world in search of Garridebs. 'None the less,' said he, 'that is just what you will do if things pan out as I planned them.' I thought he was joking, but there was a powerful lot of meaning in the words, as I was soon to discover. "For he died within a year of saying them, and he left a will behind him. It was the queerest will that has ever been filed in the State of Kansas. His property was divided into three parts, and I was to have one on condition that I found two Garridebs who would share the remainder. I... wow. That is some typical rich guy bullshit. I wonder if a third one exists at all?

"I am wondering, Watson—just wondering!" "At what?" Holmes took his pipe from his lips. "I was wondering, Watson, what on earth could be the object of this man in telling us such a rigmarole of lies. I nearly asked him so—for there are times when a brutal frontal attack is the best policy—but I judged it better to let him think he had fooled us. Well. That does changes things. I'm joining Holmes now in wondering what that unpleasant american is up to

It was twilight of a lovely spring evening, and even Little Ryder Street, one of the smaller offshoots from the Edgware Road, within a stone-cast of old Tyburn Tree of evil memory, looked golden and wonderful in the slanting rays of the setting sun. I think I read about this place. An execution site, if I remember it correctly. *googles* Yes, it was a gallows. From marble-arch.londen:

It is impossible to know exactly what form the original took as there are so few written reports. In fact, during their first hundred years from 1177 to 1273, only eight single executions were deemed interesting enough to make note of.

But we do know that in 1571 a permanent triangular frame was erected – a mammoth structure that could, and sometimes did, hang up to 24 people at a time. The Tyburn Tree was of such renown it is even mentioned in Shakespeare’s Love’s Labour’s Lost: “Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of Love’s Tyburn, that hangs up simplicity.”

Many met their end here. Records from the 1570s alone report that 704 felons were sentenced to be hanged there throughout the decade, for crimes ranging from murder to stealing cattle. Finally taken down in 1759 (presumably due to wear and tear), the structure was eventually replaced by a gallows that could be easily erected and dismantled each time. A gruesome early iteration of the London ‘pop-up’.

The last execution upon the tree was that of robber John Austin in 1783. The new place of execution became Newgate Prison. Today, a circular plaque embedded into the pavement on a traffic island at the entry to Edgware Road marks the spot of the Tyburn Tree

The house had a common stair, and there were a number of names painted in the hall some indicating offices and some private chambers. It was not a collection of residential flats, but rather the abode of Bohemian bachelors. Didn't bohemian bachelors have some queer connotations? Sometimes I read so much I get it all confused. Damn, if I'm distracted by research all the time I'm not going to finish this letter before bedtime. Still going to do that *10 minutes later* I can't find much at the moment, save the definition in the Urban dictionairy, which I'm def not going to type here. Anyone who knows more?

The room was as curious as its occupant. It looked like a small museum. It was both broad and deep, with cupboards and cabinets all round, crowded with specimens, geological and anatomical. Cases of butterflies and moths flanked each side of the entrance. A large table in the centre was littered with all sorts of debris, while the tall brass tube of a powerful microscope bristled up amongst them. As I glanced round I was surprised at the universality of the man's interests. Holmes will love this place

But you are a Britisher with solid references, and he is bound to take notice of what you say. I would go with you if you wished, but I have a very busy day to-morrow, and I could always follow you if you are in any trouble." The American fellow is unavailable for the very thing he claims to have come to England for? Sounds like an elaborate ploy to get this mr. Nathan out of the way for a while. Little clue as to why yet. I assume he wants something that the man has?

“I wish I could look over your collection, Mr. Garrideb,” said he. “In my profession all sorts of odd knowledge comes useful, and this room of yours is a storehouse of it.” Our client shone with pleasure and his eyes gleamed from behind his big glasses. “I had always heard, sir, that you were a very intelligent man,” said he. “I could take you round now if you have the time.” “Unfortunately, I have not. But these specimens are so well labelled and classified that they hardly need your personal explanation. If I should be able to look in to-morrow, I presume that there would be no objection to my glancing over them?” Holmes def has his suspicions and is not leaving the collection unguarded. Excited to learn how this will turn out

By the way, who is your house-agent?” Our client was amazed at the sudden question. “Holloway and Steele, in the Edgware Road. But why?” I should go to sleep. I was convinced this was the adress of the American, but instead Watson just mentioned that street as he and Holmes walked past

“This is a more serious matter than I had expected, Watson,” said he. “It is fair to tell you so, though I know it will only be an additional reason to you for running your head into danger. I should know my Watson by now. Holmes has finally accepted that Watson would never let him go into danger alone. This is so cute

I have identified Mr. John Garrideb, Counsellor at Law. He is none other than ‘Killer’ Evans, of sinister and murderous reputation.” “I fear I am none the wiser.” “Ah, it is not part of your profession to carry about a portable Newgate Calendar in your memory. Plot twist! Also, how funny it is of Holmes to acknowledge that it is not really Normal to memorize entire lists of prisoners

I'll give you an hour for a siesta, Watson, and then I think it will be time for our Ryder Street adventure.” Since when does Watson get to have siesta's? I'm jealous

So these two are stuck behind a cupboard instead of a curtain this time. Fun times!

Then my friend's wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair. “You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake, say that you are not hurt!” It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation. “It's nothing, Holmes. It's a mere scratch.” He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife. “You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Ok not so fun times. Although Watson seems 100% fine with it. I've seen this scene quoted several times already, but didn't know it was from this case. This is some quality hurt/comfort. It has blood, desperation, removed clothing, and an excellent threat as the cherry on top. Brilliant

those bundles on the table are two thousand of Prescott's notes worth a hundred each and fit to pass anywhere. Help yourselves, gentlemen. Call it a deal and let me beat it.” Holmes laughed. “We don't do things like that, Mr. Evans. There is no bolt-hole for you in this country. Loving the implication that US is lawless territory

Well this was a fun case. Such a complicated ploy to get one old man out of his house, and some great Holmes/Watson interaction. I really need some sleep now

[breserker]

i've been thinking hard on why the post-Team Silent SH games just feel like they don't fucking work at all and I genuinely believe it's because they gravely misinterpret what the multiple endings are supposed to do.

With the exception of the total joke endings which you must go out of your way for sometimes in convoluted ways, the alternate Silent Hill endings do not fundamentally change the story. Harry still finds out what happened to his daughter, James still goes through the same journey as does everyone around him, Heather still kills God as a final boss, Henry still confronts Walter after finding out what he intended to do to apartment 302. The endings just change the outcome, the epilogue, the "what happens next" question.

Meanwhile, because in writing this sh4 fic I realized I had never finished Origins, i look up what's the deal with Travis and...he could either be a totally normal guy OR A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER, and while there are things you do in the game to get one or the other there's like. no way that just doesn't fundamentally change the story being told. And since the games were developed with some semblance of a canon throughline in mind, one ending becomes infinitely clunkier than the other and in its worst cases (Downpour, for example) spits in the player's face for wanting to engage with a complete, coherent story. (Murph totally killed his son! Oops no he totally didn't. Well it doesn't matter because other people think he did. but wait, if you did this one thing, then yeah nevermind it was all true/false all along)

I think this paired with the immensely dionysian approach to writing human beings (while I'm usually an advocate for the dionysian, the post Team-Silent games do not do this well and I mean it derogatorily) makes for what feels like an edgelord experience that thrives on what's the most shocking/wild pulls we can have a player do instead of telling an actual story.

And I think this really messy approach to storytelling by mixing it up with the freedom of video games is why so much of the games just didn't resonate with people on the deeper level that the Team Silent games had. I really wanted to like Murphy but I can't tell you a damn thing about him in confidence because depending on what you do he becomes just a totally different person; he could either be a mourning dad who cut his own losses to imprison himself to avenge his son and the rest of his life be damned, or he could be his son's fucking murderer and it was all a convoluted ploy to incriminate someone else for his son's murder. Who's Murphy Pendleton, then?? His anger in one scene can be totally unchanged from run to run but the contextual interpretation varies so greatly that his anger could come off as a hurt father who lost his son to like. Sinister killer.

The fact that a lot of these games came out during the rise of mystery box style storytelling in the west isn't lost on me either. It's just such a shame because so many of these games have...fine frameworks? Some of them fuck them up more than others (Alex as a veteran being a total lie was..............A Choice) and I didn't include Shattered Memories because while that also bungles its own narratives over and over like Downpour, at least it said that on the tin and was kind of openly experimental in that regard.

PostScript: I know I wanted to bring up Travis's backstory as an example of weird dionysian human beings, and contrast that to Walter's weird ass backstory, and trying to figure out why one succeeds at its grotesque weirdness where the other feels like that Edgelord approach of ohhhh yeah you're just. Puttin' anything on the wall to get a reaction. But I can't figure out where to fit it in here and I think the multiple ending fuckup is a less subjective issue.

[bloogers-boogers]

College Au where Cartman and Kyle dated during middle school and half of high school, however they broke up (Eric) bc his mother kicked him out and had nowhere else to go, Kyle did try to help him but he couldn't let him stay more than a couple of days in his house bc his parents felt pity over Eric's situation but like they say, you become a intruder/ burden after three days.

The problem wasn't Kyle not being able to help Cartman's situation, everything was mellow in their relationship; still taking care of him while he wondered off from park, houses, basements to sleeping inside cars of his fellow classmates (believe it or not but Craig and Clydes cars were always available for him if needed) Kenny let him crash just for a week because his alcoholic dad kicked him out while Kenny was on his shift however Karen apologized for the way he acted with a huge hug which warmed Cartman's heart and spared Stewart's life. Sometimes even Wendy let him stay in her room secretly from her parents as a favor for Stan (tho internally she actually felt bad for Cartman). Anyways, returning to the actual issue was when he finally crashed at Stan's; further away from town in the farm.

Sharon took pity of Cartman welcoming him with open arms and Randy didn't care much in exchange of a "free" employee which annoyed Stan. Stan welcomed him to "hell" as he called it and lead him to the guest room.

This is where things become complicated, while being in the farm Cartman spent most of his time with Stan which provoked a lot of complications in his relationship with Kyle because of this new found feelings against those two immediate closeness: jealousy. Kyle began feeling insecurities arrise in his conscience and his annoyance became more noticeable for both Cartman and Stan, however at first it was only Stan who noticed it while Cartman was oblivious to the whole thing.

It wasn't difficult to notice Kyle's immense glaring and indirect insults at Stan's person. He was suspicious over every little thing they did, commented negatively with every "inside joke" they shared. Stan immediately pointed out his bullshit which caused conflict between both best friends.

They split up, however, Stan still did not let this situation affect Cartman and his stay at the farm.

Ofcourse, after the split up Kyle was even more cranky... that's where he began to lash his anger and repressed jealousy on to Cartman. And that's where Cartman grew tired of it after months of the same shit he broke up with Kyle.

"¡IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME WITH YOU! IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN CARE OF WHAT I FEEL!

YOU'RE ALWAYS LIKE, STAN THIS STAN THAT WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING GO FUCK STAN THEN!??"

"We literally live under the same roof it's not like I can ignore him, Kahl???"

"¡You're pretty good at ignoring me!"

"I'm not ignoring you! It's was just one text which I answer a little late than usual; but it was because Randy wanted me to pick up Towelie from the gas station cause he had overdose!"

"You could be lying for me to not get suspicious of you two, when you we're probably fooling around with Stan!"

"¡¡THAT FUCKING DOES IT!! ¡IM DONE! I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYMORE! IM BREAKING UP WITH YOU!"

"... excuse me?"

"Like you fucking heard it, Kyle. We're over."

After that, there was three periods of their breakup; from Kyle acting dismissive/denial (still in shock) for what had happened to second stage, (realizing it was serious/ it mattered) begging for Cartman to take him back and lastly acceptance (grief/sorrow/guilt).

During this period Kyle and Stan reconnected and made peace. They weren't "super best friends" but they we're friends nonetheless.

Eventually at the end of last year of high school both Kyle and Cartman had no choice but to make amends after getting trapped in a escape room for over five hours while they had been in a typical adventure of theirs. Kyle took this as an a opportunity to apologize and somewhat hopeful they could give each other a second chance. But Cartman just accepted his apology and moved on from a emotional confrontation to attempting again to unlock the door of the room. Kyle ofcourse didn't initiate any moves on Cartman but he did expect for Cartman to atleast do it himself, he was left disappointed that night.

And as time flew by quick, they had said their goodbyes and left opposite ways. By this point the Marshes had become Cartman's second and only family. Which helped him be able to go into a good college. (For Stan’s dismay Cartman had become Randy's favorite "Marsh" so he had made sure first to assure Cartman a good college plan instead of his actual son; luckily for Stan his mother had him secured it's not like they had their doubts on using Randy's sketchy money anyways and it's not like Cartman cared enough to question where it came from either.)

However, after two years in Stanford university. He bumped into Kyle.

They were left stoked; but for different reasons. Kyle was by Eric's (still) immense beauty and resurfaced feelings while Cartman was just wondering what the fuck was Kyle doing there when he was supposed to be studying in Harvard.

They awkwardly greeted each other not knowing what to say, but the dreaded silence was broken immediately when some blonde guy approached Eric and slid his arm around Eric's shoulder. That was enough to give Kyle the hint that Cartman had already moved on and was taken. However, this did not affect him in the slightest, he kept his posture and cleared his throat.

"I see you're still studying in Stanford, Fatass."

The blonde arched a brow to this; unaware of the dynamic only he and Eric's close friends had. Cartman just gesture the blonde a small wave, clearing things up before the blonde could take it as a actual threat.

"Don't take it seriously, Bruce. This is how this peculiar jew is," Cartman wink at Kyle, a playful gesture that was supposed to be taken as a initiative of breaking the awkward tension between them.

However, Kyle's feelings were in a twist and wanted badly to scoop Cartman in his arms and claim him as his.

"What brings you to Stanford, jewboy?"

By this point, Bruce had left not before planting a kiss goodbye to Cartman a way to mark his ground, side eying Kyle as he walked away which left Kyle with a taste of bitterness and his competitive spirit grew stronger.

He gulped, not really giving the actual and real reason to why, "Oh, you know... it wasn't my thing, but I heard Stanford wasn’t a bad place. So I decided to give it a shot."

"You left Harvard for Stanford?" Cartman asked almost incredulous.

"Yes." Kyle answered flatly, "you know, Harvard isn't all that." He shrugged, wanting desperately to skip the reasoning of his move to Stanford.

Cartman chuckled amused, seemingly not believing it still, but dropped it.

After this, Kyle and Cartman remained in a decent distance. Boundaries weren't broken however they did cross paths and did hang out together from time to time, ate lunch sometimes and if the opportunity was given study alongside each other. But it was all very casual and never beyond anything more than friends. Cartman was still dating that Bruce guy so Kyle remained tame about his advances with Cartman.

But the moment he heard from a close friend of his who also had a friend group close to Cartman's; that he had broken up with Bruce that same evening he dashed towards the dormitory area where Cartman was and "stumbled" across a messy Cartman. Which took Kyle off guard, cause he's never seen Cartman be this broken it somewhat made him feel a little jealous, envious maybe? cause Cartman never seem this heartbroken over their own breakup, 'How the fuck does this dumb frat boy get Cartman to react like this but with me he didn't bat an eye?' Ofcourse he didn't take it to heart, and instead of making any moves on him he stayed by his side comforting him over his fresh breakup.

"It's okay, man. There's plenty of other people out there (me)"

*sniif* "I thought he was the one, Kahl," Kyle resist the urge to 'tsk', he hated seeing Cartman cry but more so to hear him declare someone else to be "the one" that wasn't him.

"He was a total chad, I'm surprised you didn't see that coming."

"Kahl you're not helping.."

"I just don't want you to act like a total pussy for someone who doesn't deserve your whimpers. You're better than this, you don't need to be crying for some cheating douche."

"... thanks Kyle.." *sniff*

But that sympathy didn't last long, and after a day he called Cartman and invited him out with all intention to begin pursuing Cartman. He justified his selfish behavior with the fact that Cartman would be way happier better off with him instead, and no longer care about Bruce once he shows him how much better it'll be if they got together.

He knew Cartman was healing, fuck, normally he should be recommending for Cartman to take a break from relationships all together. But fuck no. He had wasted long enough waiting, he wasn't planning to waste more time. To wait for some miracle to mysteriously happen in his favor, he had to make his own miracle happen and that was to make Cartman his again.

It's delusional cause he dropped outta Harvard cause he just couldn't bare the thought of being so far away from Cartman, he couldn't concentrate at all, his mind betrayed him plenty of times and wondered to Cartman.

So in his logic, getting into Stanford will make it easy a bit and finally able to pursue his carrier with no distractions. Yes, Cartman was a distraction but having him close, around.. just eased all his worries as he wondered back in to his studies.

So technically, it worked.

So his choices weren't all in vain, however part of his plan on getting back with Cartman went outta rail after realizing he had moved on but that didn't stop him from deciding to pursue the second he got out of that relationship.

Technically it wasn't his fault the frat boy couldn't remain faithful? So ofcourse, he didn't feel a ounce of sympathy or pity after sliding his tongue inside Cartman's mouth after a long confrontation by Cartman over "someone" casually framing Bruce for assault of a fellow student from the campus, dumped him in middle of a ceremony only in his underware and green slime while also being publicly humiliated by people posting on social medias of the whole humiliating display.

Kyle wonders who'd dare did that, but he didn't think much of it as his mind focused on making out with Cartman; grabbing every inch of his soft body, biting, nibbling his skin. Kissing his face then biting his collarbone, showing in all freedom his desire, the repressed feelings he had for him into passionate kisses, his devoted and loyal soul, his burning carnal hunger, the sorrow of losing him.

Gripping Cartman's wrists as he bends him over and somewhat eyeing the photo Cartman still had in his night stand; of him and Bruce. He put it down with his free hand as he then digged his teeth in Cartman's neck making him moan and gasp suddenly.

However, Kyle then woke up, after his alarm resonated the walls of his dorm. Greeting him with the reality that he was in fact dreaming and still had yet to start making a plan to get rid of Bruce who somehow managed to get Cartman back after being an unfaithful piece of shit.

And yeah, a lot of jealously/possessive Kyle continues 😅

[snowmantita]

"Dear... Please... Don't go, I beg you... I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you..." —Persephone to Hades.

Persephone was to participate in the battles but is replaced by her husband Hades, who is the representative of the gods in the seventh round of Ragnarok as he replaced Buddha after his betrayal in the previous round, facing Qin Shi Huang.

Name: Persephone.

Kanji: ペルセフォネ.

Romanji: Perusefone.

Aliases:

Queen of the Netherworld.

Guardian of dead secrets.

Species: Goddess.

Age: 5000+.

Gender: Female.

Pantheon: Greek pantheon.

Origin: Unknown.

Status: Alive.

Affiliation:

Gods.

Gods fighters.

Relatives:

Kronos (Grandfather) †

Rhea (Grandmother)

Hades (Husband) †

Zeus (Father)

Demeter (Mother)

Adamas (Uncle)

Poseidon (Uncle) †

Ares (Young brother)

Hermes (Young brother)

Heracles (Adopted brother) †

FIRST APPEARANCE

Manga Debut: Chapter 50 (Volume 13).

Anime Debut: -

PORTRAYAL

Voice Actor:

Maaya Sakamoto (Japanese voice).

Dorothy Elias-Fahn (English voice).

Graciela Molina (Spanish voice).

Karen Hernandez (American latin voice).

Appearance:

Persefone takes the form of a tall, beautiful woman with long, elegant copper hair that stands up in several places on her head.

She is tattooed with a leaf pattern on her neck, left shoulder and right wrist, a pair of spiked bracelets and beaded earrings in both ears with several smaller piercings. Her attire is quite formal and extravagant, a short dress with a collar that reaches her upper chest and decorated badges. Lastly, she wears a white cloak and a pair of boots that reach up her leg.

Personality:

Persephone seems to be a very calm and loving individual, she is a very respected and feared goddess along with Hades in the Greek pantheon.

Persephone seems to love Hades and his subdites too much, she believes that among all the bad that they think there is in the Underworld there is something good so she watches over all the beings in that place. Also, Persephone tries to stop in any way her beloved Hades, (Who believes it is his duty as the eldest to avenge his brothers in case they die so he participates in the seventh round of Ragnarok).

Despite being queen, Persephone does not feel worthy of that position due to her kindness and naivety.

It could be seen that when Hades burst into laughter, Persephone looked totally delighted to see him in that state.

After the death of Hades, she was blinded by anger and hatred; thus cursing the humans and the Valkyries while Radamantis tried to keep her serene.

ABILITIES

Physical abilities:

Godly Strength: Although not as powerful she is quite fast among the gods, Persephone possesses immense physical strength that with an accurate strike with her bare hand or with her spear, can be a deadly attack for a human while for the gods it would be a light attack.

Godly Speed & Reflexes: Persephone is able to see all the movements of the fighters no matter how fast they were and showed great speed attacking Radamantis before he took her to calm her down after the death of the lord Hades.

Mental abilities:

Indomitable Will: Persephone has shown immense willpower in trying to stop Hades and after his death, seeking revenge. She has always put her husband's welfare before her own safety.

Intelligence: Because Hades was an extremely intelligent individual, he taught Persephone to be a keen observer of her surroundings and her opponent. She is capable of devising a counterattack while observing the fights.

Fighting abilities:

Apprentice fighter: Persephone is not a deity who likes to fight but possesses a slight knowledge of martial arts, like Hades, she can predict the next move of fighters.

Spear proficiency: Persephone wields her spear with a degree of divine skill and dexterity, being able to deliver countless blows in the blink of an eye with precision.

Supernatural abilities:

Semi-immortality: As a God, Persephone is incapable of dying of old age.

Divine physiology: As a Goddess, Persephone possesses physical abilities far superior to those of any ordinary Human, as well as being immune to damage from deadly weapons. However, she can be damaged by unarmed attacks from individuals with superhuman strength and blows from Divine Weapons.

Techniques:

Hades Serpents (Bonds of the Underworld) (ハデスの蛇, Hadesu no hebi): Persephone by simply raising one hand violently makes snakes appear from the ground and immobilizes her opponent.

Ichor Helios (Blood of Sun) (血液誘導太陽光線, Īkōru heriosu): Like Hades, Persephone thrusts her spear forward while releasing a small electric shock. The force of the attack is such that it actually injures her opponent.

Equipment:

Spear of the Underworld: Persephone's personal weapon consisting of two twisted golden tips and a longer silver central tip, a light lilac colored pole weapon and a golden square tip at the other end.

Quotes:

(To Hades) "Dear... Please... Don't go, I beg you... I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you..."

(To Ares) "Don't you trust my husband? It is foolish of you to think that Hades-sama will lose to a mere human."

(To Brunilde) "Damned Valkyrie, damned humans, we will annihilate you by any means necessary. I will not forgive you for killing my beloved husband!"

(To Zeus) "It's all your fault! At that time when that damned Valkyrie appeared, you should have annihilated the humans and not make this stupid Ragnarok because of your foolish pride!"

(Before Hades is banished to Niflhel) "My love, don't leave me alone, please... Don't leave me, Hades!"

Trivia:

The techniques which Persephone used, were named after Greek mythologies.

Hades was the husband of Persephone and the god of the Underworld.

Pomegranate is a fruit with kernels (seeds) inside. A couple of seeds were given to her by Hades before she left the Underworld, making sure that Persephone was going to stay with him.

Ichor is the blood of the gods and immortals, and became part of ambrosia which Heracles had drank.

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Laura

the one where harry’s never home.

              (1.4k words)

“How many times to I have to fucking tell you? Huh?” Laura spits at him with very apparent anger and distress in her voice, throwing her arms in the air as she speaks and then bringing them back down to cross over her chest in almost a protective manner. 

“You ask me how I feel, then I tell you, and then you try to make me feel like I’m insane for the way I feel. You do it all the time!” she adds. She’s starting to lose her nerve and it’s becoming increasingly obvious that Harry doesn’t get it, nor does he care to. 

“Babe, I don’t know what you want me to do alright? You said you want me to spend more time with you, but I’m trying to get you to understand that I can’t do that with all the hours at the studio we’ve booked!”

“How hard is it to spend time with me, Harry? You are not at the studio twenty-four seven, you can take a fucking break!” Laura yells and she can see Harry flinch at the volume and hurt in her voice, but she doesn’t care, she keeps going. 

“I’m so done. So done with--with feeling like I’m the only one in this relationship. You’re never here, Harry. Ever. You have to know how tiring that is, you have to.” she says, her voice cracking and breaking sporadically throughout the sentence. 

She hates herself for feeling weak, for showing him any emotion. She’s stuck between wanting him to know that he’s hurting her and not wanting to give him the power to know that he has any affect on her at all. 

“You keep acting like you didn’t know how it was going to b-” Harry starts, but Laura interjects with an angry incredulous tone, feeling like if this were a cartoon you would surely see the steam coming out from her ears. 

“Are you kidding me? This isn’t how it was when it first started, even when you were doing the first album, hell, even when you were on fucking tour! This is an us thing, this isn’t just a ‘studio’ thing and you know it!”

Laura knows that Harry has never been good and communicating or showing any intense emotions. He’s not good with confrontation and always ends every argument before it starts with a simple “can we not do this right now?” or “can we talk about this later” accompanied with an empty “I love you” 

Laura knows they have to talk out their problems and she wishes they could, but Harry just won’t allow it, no matter how hard she tries. 

“It's obviously different now, Lore” she winces slightly at the nickname and he frowns at it “the second album is a lot more work and it’s a lot more important to me-” 

“More important to you than me?” Laura interjects. 

Harry stands there in silence for a second, like he’s actually thinking over it in his head and Laura presses a hand to her chest to deaden the pain before her heart cracks and she doubles over. She scoffs in disbelief and she starts to walk. 

Harry looks up and realizes he had been standing there just looking at her for a minute and he doesn’t even register what’s going on when Laura walks past him and into the direction of their bedroom. 

He thinks it’s just gonna be one of those nights where they argue and they both just drop it and go to sleep, and he’s grateful for that. It was a long day at the studio and he really doesn’t need this. 

He assumes that the sound of drawers slamming are just Laura being dramatic and getting settled into her pajamas, and the sound of commotion on the dresser is just her taking off her jewelry. 

He makes a cup of tea in all the time that Laura’s in the bedroom, probably sleeping and he sighs and allows himself to think about the events of today. It was a pretty good day at the studio, they got a good bit of work done and everything went relatively smoothly. 

Harry was very happy with all they’ve accomplished on the second album, he’s put everything he has into it and he can’t wait to share it with his fans. The album might be the most important thing in his life. 

All thoughts about the album, his immense success and adoring fans are wiped away so quickly it gives him whiplash when he sees Laura walking calmly out of their room with two full-looking suitcases packed. 

He jumps away from the counter he was leaning on and almost spills his tea in the process. He sets down his tea on the counter and tries to rush over to her to stop her but she’s not having any of it. 

“What? Lore--Laura, Lore stop.” 

Laura and Harry have had plenty of fights over the course of their five-year relationship, but it’s never ended with either of them packing any bags and walking out the door. The reality of the fact that Laura really might be leaving is hitting him like a freight train in the gut and he can already feel his chest tightening and tears welling up in his eyes.

“Laura, baby, please stop. We can--I can fix this. Just stop, please.” he rushes out, clearly in a panic. Laura whips her head around to let him talk, Harry wants her to give him another chance, and quite frankly so does she. So she’s giving him a shot to fix this, but he just stands there, his mouth opening and closing like he doesn’t know what to say. 

Laura thinks this should be easy for him, that he should have to do such an extensive search in his mind for why he loves his girlfriend and wants her to stay. Laura doesn’t think it should be like this. 

So she gets a tighter grip on the handle of her rolling suitcases and starts walking again. Harry immediately scrambles and tries to pull the suitcases out of her grasp and she only tightens her hold. “Harry. Just stop. This isn’t working. We aren’t working.” 

She’s currently battling emotionally with herself. She wants to give in like she always does and she doesn’t want to hurt Harry, but what about how she feels? This relationship is clearly draining her. Right? This is surely the right decision. Right? Laura’s is also physically battling with herself, forcing her eyes to stop the tears from falling down her face. She can’t cry right now. This is her being strong, this is her finally being strong. 

The tears are rolling down Harry’s cheeks faster now, his face flushed a tinted pink that could pass for red and his heart felt like it was beating faster than the speed of light. “No no no, just, please? I swear I’ll spend more time with you, I’ll stay home, I’ll do whatever, I’ll talk to you. Can you just….please?” 

His words are getting less and less coherent as his crying gets more and more amplified and Laura felt pain in her chest from seeing the person she loves so much in so much pain, but then she thought back to all the times where Harry would see her break down in front of him and he would brush it off, try to invalidate her feelings, or even say nothing. He didn’t give a shit when she was in pain. He didn’t care at all. 

At the realization she gives the suitcase a hard tug so Harry’s grip on it would be forced to be released and she started to walk faster. 

“Lore! Laura! Baby, stop, please please stop.” Harry started to run after her, pausing when she picked up her keys. 

She’s actually doing this. 

Laura stops her walking abruptly and a little hope sprouts in Harry’s heart, she looks down at her suitcase and then back at him. 

“I’m staying at my mom’s house for a bit.” A bit? Could this mean she was coming back? The little sprout of hope in Harry’s heart is getting ready to grow into a full blown tree and if he was sitting he’d be on the edge of his seat. 

“I’ll be back in the morning to pick up the rest of my stuff.” 

Harry’s heart drops so far and so hard that if it could, he feels it would’ve splattered and hit the floor, “baby?” He whispers softly, so softly that no one would hear it if there was one wheel on Laura’s suitcase that hitched and rubbed against the floor a bit. 

And he practically crumbles there on the floor when the door shuts with Laura on the other side of it.