#it may not be the one you would consider 'real'

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

just fyi, @/lavabend in that screenshot is a destiel shipper, but more importantly they are someone who has long since passed "terminally online" and gone into "this person is a danger to their irl community and to the safety of queer people online as a whole, and urgently requires either intervention by a trained de-escalator or, and I am 100% serious, vigilante violence". They regularly seek out and harass other shippers (even like, fucking sabriel) with accusations of absolutely heinous shit and equally horrific, irl-implied threats, until people inevitably hit back in self-defense at which point @/lavabend brings in their own followers to dogpile and start all out wars. They do this under convention footage at every convetion, often within minutes of the footage dropping. They do this over script releases and just really anything, they use "destiel going canon" as a reason to gloat over other shippers, and by "gloat" I mean "start a new volley of serious harm"

this may sound like fandom wank but it is not. this person is directly and often near-solely responsible accusations of p3doph1lia aimed at individuals and groups, and for purposefully and repeatedly escalating fandom wars to include things that could legally be considered de4th threats. they also actively bring new fandom members into their "side" of spntwt and engage in blatant radicalization tactics, including creating and (again often/usually as a main leader, maybe THE main leader tbh) enforcing a culture where new and existing members have to constantly escalate the frequency, severity and irl-violence-proximity of their bullying of (mainly wincest-shipping) peers or else, and I am not making this up, they would be accused of being "secret wincesties" attempting to "infiltrate destiel spaces", and treated accordingly. I watched "secret wincesties" go from a single lunatic tweet (can't remember who OP was) that even other ppl in that circle cautiously eye-rolled at, to a mainstream belief. I also, on another occasion, have seen this person and their followers:

-find out that a wincest shipper struggled with POCD irl (and I think mightve also been a csa survivor?) and proceed to repeatedly and intentionally trigger her in every possible way they could, including spamming her with messages confirming her fears, until she was forced offline having a total breakdown. when the victim's friends rallied to their defense, lavabend and their friends gloated and laughed.

-despite most people in this circle claiming to be pro-P4lestine and linking gofundmes, the regularly equate or invoke the g3nocide as a weapon in ship wars

-stalk and systematically degrade every tweet from other accounts

-spread ACTUAL EASILY PROVABLE LIES that Jared is a trump supporter, to the point that despite hating these people I still fully believed this one until someone pushed back and I did some basic googling

-genuinely called for the de4th penalty, lifelong imprisonment, and forced FBI searches of real, specific people, that they tagged. over shipping.

-posted pictures of machine gun bullets in people's comments as a threat

-when I personally tried to fairly politely remind lavabend that their actions caused real harm both directly and through the ideas they spread, they responded back (in honestly one of my scariest ever twt interactions) with blatant and joyful pride in their actions, stating that they knew and meant what they were doing, loved it, considered their enemies to (to paraphrase) "not be human beings", and told me they would continue to escalate.

....anyway normally I wouldn't post this level of (gods I wish this still counted as)wank, but given current events......

yyyyyyeaaaah.

tldr GENUINE PUBLIC SAFETY ANNOUNCEMENT, this person is really dangerous and this goes WELL beyond fandom bs, don't interact with them, if you know anyone who interacts with them you should quite literally consider staging an intervention for that friend because they are in a Bad Space, and honestly if anyone knows who they are irl/knows how to handle this... this person clearly needs help. like they are either a truly, irredeemably evil human being (which I don't wanna believe) or they are in a very very bad state mentally, are causing a lot of harm, and need to be forcefully pulled away from the computer and have whatever the root cause of this is addressed*. I've seen a lot of crazy fandom drama but this specific person truly scares me.

*or the shit beaten out of them. if you know how to find them irl it is absolutely at that point. their actions could put real irl people in danger, in fact DO put irl people in danger, and spread pro-censorship and pro-police-violence rhetoric in young/queer/leftist spaces. they know this and they want to hurt people. mental health or other circumstances isnt an excuse atp, hasnt been for a bit, and ik I personally no longer would have the patience to be kind, peaceful or not catch an assault charge if I saw them irl. fucking n4zi

what happened to hello. what happened to good morning.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

"Aren't you angry?" the villain asked. Their index finger traced a line down the back of the hero's neck, making them shiver. "To have been offered to me like a lamb for slaughter?"

"I wasn't sacrificed," the hero clarified. "We agreed on specific terms. I am simply playing my part in all of this."

The hero stood up, pulled the towel over their shoulders. The villain was a little taller than them, but that didn't intimidate them anymore. It only added to the thrill.

"You could have protested," the villain pointed out. "After all, in the end you were nothing but a good. A good we traded."

The villain reached out and touched the hero's collarbone. Their fingers ghosted over the hero's skin as if the hero was indeed something holy.

The hero guessed to some degree that was the truth now: in exchange for the villain's help and support against a greater evil, they had wanted the hero.

And they had gotten them.

However, the hero wasn't ready to fall to their knees obediently. The villain may have had the impression that they were possessing the hero but possessing and dominating are two different things.

"I hope you know that I encouraged my colleagues to do this," the hero said. They grabbed the villain's wrist, making the towel slide down their shoulders. "I'm not sure what you're expecting from me, but I am not suffering. I am not angry, I am not sad. We considered many possibilites before this."

The villain's eyes drifted to their wrist where the hero's fingers curled around their skin. They smiled softly.

"Of course." The villain let go of the hero's collarbone and instead grabbed the towel, put it back around the hero's shoulders. "Still. It's a little sad that they let you go that easily. You out of all people."

It did sting partially, even though the hero had suggested this solution. No one had made efforts to find a different fate for the hero. There had just been mild relief that the villain was dealt with.

But the hero knew this had been the best, no, the only option.

Their heart was about to jump out of their chest.

"You're putting me on a pedestal," the hero said.

"Is that so?" The villain's fingers brushed the hero's lips, then their chin. Their eyes were fixed on the hero's face. "Is it even possible to glorify someone as perfect as you?"

The hero looked away. They were used to the cheering, but words of flattery from an opponent? Not so much.

The villain pushed the hero's chin back until the hero looked at them.

"What does it feel like?" the villain whispered. They took a step forward, closing the gap between the two of them. "What does it feel like to be left behind? You know that pain is real. You know I would have never done that to you."

"I...I agreed to this."

"Out of conviction? Or obligation?" the villain asked. They were close enough for the hero to feel their warm breath against their wet skin. Another shiver ran down their spine. "We both know you don't like me the way I like you. You didn't agree because you wanted to be mine."

Was that so? Why had the hero agreed this quickly? Obligation? Conviction? Obsession, perhaps?

They hadn't thought about confronting why they had made the decision. They had thought the villain would take them, no questions asked. They had thought the why was irrelevant.

This wasn't about submission. It wasn't about sacrifice. It wasn't even about obligation.

Suddenly, the hero grabbed the villain's shirt and pulled them close enough for them to lean against one another. The villain's eyes were wide open.

"Fine. This is about delight. It's about pleasure. You excite me." The hero's eyes dropped to the villain's mouth. "Is that such a sin?"

The villain smirked.

"The most treacherous sin of them all, I'm afraid."

[harukirisaki]

Why Must Love Hurt This Bad? - Part 1

—[The chrysos heirs was considered a hero by all, all except for you]—

Synopsis- • { having one of the chrysos heir being in love with you was the fantasies the ladies and perhaps the gentlemen of the Amphoreus' biggest fantasies, you used to think like that too until at one point, the fantasy becomes the reality and soon, dreams turn into nightmares}—°

Reader's gender: Gender neutral

Note: <[ Unlike what many may think, yandere is still yandere. Toxicities are bound to happen and no matter how kind and gentle someone may have been, the moment the obsession has taken over, even the kindest character can turn into abusive real quick, therefore please read at your own risk]>

Note: <[ I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in Phainon's part. I played through the story, but I wasn't able to remember every detail and thus, should you find any mistakes here. Sincerely, forgive me, I will work harder to give Phainon a much better characterization of him and of course, this too will be applied to more characters in the future]> (1/2)

Note: <[ For Anaxa's path I was trying my best to make it as logical as possible. However, I do want to make it so that it is aligned with the reader's mental state. However, I understand that I may have messed up Anaxa's part. I am sorry for that and, therefore, will try my best to make a better fic in the future. Also English is not my first language and if there are any grammar mistakes let me know in advance so that in the future I can avoid it]> (2/2)

Ft,: Anaxa, Mydei, Phainon

WARNING: emotional abuse, physical abuse, kidnapping, chained against one's will. Yandere, manipulative, hand breaking, limbs breaking, weapon used on the reader, threatening, items breaking, forced intimate touches, (no non con) reader being thrown to the wall, abusive character in general, reader's death

This is made after 3.4 please do not read it should you still haven't done the quest yet,

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ANY OF THE WARNINGS ABOVE. IF YOU READ THE POST, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO CONSUMING THE CONTENT THAT WAS GIVEN TO YOU,

The Hero Who Sacrificed The World For You

"s-stop this please ... I'm begging you..." You cried, your eyes filled with tears, and slowly you felt his gentle hand wrap around your waist. "Shh," he gently comforted you. "It's okay, I know you feel sad and I understand dear." he kissed your forehead and smiled at you warmly, his smile radiated pure joy from him like the sun, but to you... Although he was equal to the sun, it felt like he was the abyss itself. In what reality does the sun create such a bone-chilling atmosphere?

"No, no, no, please let me go!!!" You screamed at him, and he frowned, not because of annoyance but because he hates your tears, no, no, no, no.... Sometimes he does love seeing you cry, but that's when you cried out of happiness when you realized he was able to achieve victory during his journey, he loves seeing your tears when he surprises you with your beloved new home! He loves your tears when you marry him!

Everything was going so well! So why is it that now you have turned like this? Phainon signed. Perhaps it's just the stress getting to you, now that the Amphoreus is in danger... Everyone was panicking, and of course, as any normal human being, you would be nervous and scared. "It's okay my dear, it's fine... I'm here am I not?" He kissed your head and gently caressed your side face. Slowly wiping away your tears, Phainon loves your tears, but only when you are happy,

"...please, let me go... I can't... I can't do this anymore...!" You screamed at him, and Phainon shook his head. "Can't you see the chaos that is happening? I'm trying to keep you safe. Here, in our little home right here. He carried you to the sofa. "Shh... I know, it's a bit too overwhelming right now, but I promise you, dear, you will be comfortable here for the time being." Your tears had long since dried on your face. You can only look at phainon with tears in your eyes. At some point, you can't even tell what he looks like because the tears make your sight blurry. He put you down on a chair and gently pushed it to the table. He then kisses your cheek and begins to prepare food. He was too calm when the world was ending.

He looks at you and smiles. After finishing cooking, he puts down the plate for you. You look at the table with a grim face... Your heart fills with fear. You looked at him, "Please..." You begged him, one more time... Just one more time. Phainon sighed, he gently caressed your face and let out a sigh, "... Why?" You asked him, "Because we are meant to be dear," he said it with such a gentle tone you almost trust him, you closed your eyes. Your body trembles... After a few days with him, you discovered he has always been infatuated with you. Apparently, you and he were destined to be together. At least that's what he said.

"Why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your liking?" He asked. You shook your head and grabbed the spoon, "..." You scooped up the food and tasted it. "Urgh..." You can't help but let out a sigh... Phainon frowned, "Huh? You don't like the food? But you always do before," he said. "That's strange, I don't recall ever saying I like this food" you replied way too quickly. His eyes widened, and for the first time, you saw Phainon become speechless. The explosion interrupts that semi-calm atmosphere, before you can react, Phainon grabbed you and carried you out of the house.

You close your eyes, hoping that everything is a dream but you know it's not, you know that the black tide is destroying everything. Where is Phainon carrying you to?! "Phainon!!! Where are you taking me?!" He smiles at you, "somewhere safe, trust me..." He said. All you can do is just wait for his actions. At this point, it's useless to try to do anything. He jumped, and you hugged him tightly. All you can do is pray. After what felt like eternity he finally put you down. You don't know where you are, all you can do is watch as he grabs his weapon and slices the monster that tries to get to him. Perhaps it's just the survival instinct telling you to run, and just like that, you run into another hall, running from him, trying to escape from him.

That was proven to be the stupidest choice you could have made.

You felt someone grabbing your wrist and against your will, your body was turned to face him. Phainon looks at you, his gentle and smug face is gone. That makes you feel a bit better. "Why...? Why did you run away? Why can't you just stay? Again and again..." He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You frown, "You keep me with you against my will, and yet you dared to ask why I ran away?! Are you so delusional to the point you can't use logic for once?!" You yell at him, but before anything, he hugs you, and you feel wet tears falling from his eyes onto your shoulder. " I understand, my actions were unforgivable and for that i'm sorry, but you have stayed with me before right?"

"You once stayed beside me, comforting me after I got back from the battlefield, you once stayed by my side and baked some sweets to cheer me up," he says between sobs. "You once promised to stay by my side forever," he hugs you tightly, "so why can't you honour your promise? Why did you betray me? Again and again, again and again and..." He choked in his sobs, "again..." He grips your arms tightly, "I..." You were lost for words. He kisses your head and smiles. "But... Now that I've got you back, it'll be okay, we just need to fix this and then... And then we can be together,"

He grabbed you, ignored your question, and protested. You hit him, scratched at him, and even bit him. But Phainon doesn't bulge at all, he still carries you and treats you so gently as if one wrong move and you'll be shattered. You hated him... So much... You grabbed his shoulders, trying to get away, but he simply ignored your protest, as if what you were doing was nothing. And in truth? It is nothing, he doesn't even bulge at all. Soon, you and Phainon met someone, someone who resembles him a lot. You don't understand... "N-no way... Another phainon?!" Your eyes widen. Hearing your voice the other phainon turned around and smiled when he saw you, "I'm glad to meet you again love," he said.

"What? No, I ..." You looked at the phainon who carries you. Your face screams, 'tell me what's going on...' and he chuckles. He put you down, and now there are two phainon with you. "It's a shame that even in this 'loop' you still aren't gonna get your happy ending," he said. Why do his eyes become teary? Why does the phainon behind you begin to unsheathe his sword? Why? "What's happening...? Why?" You asked your voice trembling with fear, he said he loves you but-

"I don't understand... One day you just came to me and said you finally found me..." Your voice cracked revealing a pathetic sob, "and now you're gonna kill me?!" Phainon kisses your cheek, "shh, it'll be okay, my love, we will meet again, we can be together again, we can-" your patience broke, and you pushed him! In that moment of his vulnerability, Phainon wasn't able to stand still and fell to the ground. "How dare you?! First, you kidnapped me, saying you love me, then this whole thing happened, and you dragged me from the city to the house to the town to anywhere!!!" You yell at him, "But love, didn't you once say-" you looked at him-

"I NEVER MET YOU!"

His eyes widen, and you begin to ramble about how you hate him. "We never met at all! I've seen you in the poster! I heard about you from people's mouths! But before this?! I have never met you!!!" Before he can speak another word, you continue, "No, I have never cried seeing you coming back from the battlefield! I have never married you! I have never fallen for you! We have never gone on a date! Phainon! You are a stranger who claimed to be my lover and did all of this!!!!"

He stands up, just as you finish yelling, your face turns pale. Phainon's eyes are empty, and he... Chuckled? But there is no smugness or sarcasm behind it. "... Ah I see..." He took a step closer to you, you tried to run, but the second phainon grabbed your arm, making you stand still. You scream for help, but no one comes, of course, no one comes. Everybody is dead. "In this loop, I never make an effort to find you because I thought it would hurt my soul to fall for you again, but... It seems that on the brink of destruction and being able to see you still alive makes me forget about that. He gently holds your face and brings it closer to his. "I forgot that in this loop, we never met. I'm sorry, love, I truly do," he mutters the word with such a soft tone you almost forgot the blade in his hand.

"Pathetic," the second phainon said, you turn around. The second phainon begins to grab your wrist and pull you to him. "I must admit, I find him to be very commendable, in my previous loop I immediately find you and make you mine, but I suppose because slowly things start to change, all phainon becomes more self-aware..." He stops before continuing. "Few of them start to try and avoid you, to make sure they don't become obsessive. Two of the previous loops failed because you died. Those phainon immediately complete their mission in hopes of a future cycle being able to save you" You stand still not knowing what to do, "One of them actually never met you in their lifetime, when he checks, it's because in that loop you never existed at all" he gripped your wrist tightly, "and this one... It seems that he almost didn't meet you... Ah but of course fate has other plans no?"

Before you can speak a word, a gasp goes out of your mouth, and slowly your vision gets blurry, your hand touches your stomach, and instead of feeling the smooth clothing, you feel a cold blade instead. "In many cases," the second phainon started speaking, "most phainon weren't able to handle the thought of letting you alone, so now that it has come to this..." He turned his back and didn't say anything.

The phainon behind you hugs you, "I'm so sorry, I really am sorry love," he cried while hiding his face against your neck. "We will meet again," he said. His voice was shaky. The second phainon looked at you back with soft gentle eyes. "Don't worry,"

"As long as he wants it, he will always find you"

The Last Crown Prince Who Bathes In Your Love

"argh!!!" Your sight turns blurry, and for a second, you thought you would faint. But turns out the suffering had just begun. "Not bad," the cocky voice fills your ears. You look up to see the Last Prince De Guardian of Amphoreus watching over you with his yellow eyes, akin to the sun itself watching over you as if you are not a human being, No... This is no equal fight, this is a predator capturing its prey. And you know you are not the predator. Despite his cocky attitude, and prideful characteristics... He grabbed you in a gentle manner that shocked you. Looking at your wide eyes he scoffs,

"Are you shocked that I'd treated my lover well?" He asked, and you nodded. "I've always thought that the mydeimos would have been... Rougher" he smirked. "I could have treated you roughly, I could have pinned you to the ground, or maybe broken your leg so that you won't run away anymore. I could have cut off both of your arms so that these hands of yours—" he grabbed your wrist and put it against his side face. "—would never be able to attack me anymore." He looks at you, his eyes grim.

"I could have done all of that, I could have been rougher, crueller and yet... I didn't, I treated you so gently right now aren't I?" He asked you. "Yes, that is correct..." Your voice was shaky, how could you not be afraid? A chrysos heir who was known for his immortality and his brutal ways of fighting in a war is kneeling in front of you. "So tell me, what more could you want from me? Why can't you just give up and accept it?" He asked, his voice filled with contempt. You frown at him, obviously wanting to say something. But you understand that if you pushed him further, instead of getting slightly beaten, he might beat you further until you fainted or worse. Have permanent injuries.

You groan in pain when he grabs your hair, twisting it and pulling it to the back, revealing your throat. "If I wanted to, I could slice your throat now," his face gets closer to your neck, "or, I could snap your neck and have you die right now" he muttered besides your ears, your heart begins to race, "break you, torn off your limbs one by one until you no longer able to run away again" he carried you in his arms. You begin to tremble. AEON AEON AEON... You begin to pray. You remember what sins you have committed to gain this man's love. No... You can't even call this love. This is an obsession

You were scared... He's gonna take you back to that palace, the big place where he simply puts you with books that he thinks you like and some food that he knows you love. Of course from the outside it felt like a dream, you won't need to work or get any job. But at some point a human needs interaction, and you can't just deal with mydei's hot and cold attitude, sometimes he's kind, letting you scream and even hit him. After that, he'll simply put you down and leave you alone. But when he's in a bad mood...

"ARGHH!!!!" You scream when he grabs your knee and snaps it back, your eyes filled with tears and you grab whatever you can. The pillows, the bed sheet and the bed veil. The pain is unbearable; it doesn't take 5 minutes before you burst into tears, sobbing due to pain. He simply looks at you with cold eyes and leaves the room. Minutes later he returned with a physician. The one that, of course, is under his rule. Yu were trapped, forced to stay in bed for months because of your broken leg. And he even dared to say you should be grateful because he didn't snap both of your legs. You can't help but silently curse him, does he know? Of course, he knows, but somehow, this man doesn't seem to care about it unless you specifically say it yourself.

... That's how your life mostly went on, seeing him. Eating the food he provided for you, although sometimes you asked him to bring another type of food, perhaps a snack, perhaps another type of drink. But you do occasionally drink pomegranate juice with goat's milk and cheese. Does it taste good? Maybe, you usually spend your day reading a book or maybe even drawing. Can't dance because the last time you escaped through your window. Now it's sealed shut— "until you prove your loyalty, I won't let you see the sunlight," he says. You can't help but wish to just hit him until he dies at that moment.

He was terrifying when he was in a bad mood. Anything you did, you say, even the way you breathe, could trigger him. No, he doesn't hate you. His bad mood is always linked to you, it usually happens after a long period of going against his orders or simply running to another place for shelter. Of course, the place is destroyed beyond recognition, you never run after people. You know what will happen. But if he was in a bad mood with other people? Then, seeing you simply makes him feel calm; it is at this time that he is most vulnerable. This moment is where you can ask almost any exception with a few and he'll do it for you. Perhaps asking for new clothes, accessories or maybe even something expensive like jewelry will be accepted.

As savage as he was, he could also be gentle and kind. In rare moments where you and he are alone and you don't feel like fighting against him, and coincidentally he is in a good mood. He can change from 1 to 180° and sometimes it makes your head spin. No, he doesn't act 'cute' or 'cheerful' or even 'flirty', he simply acts more... Calmer, much less angrier and sometimes you joke in your head that finally, his face got a resting time after frowning for so long. But of course, such moments are rare, and sometimes you wish to ask him to keep doing it often, but you think to yourself. Is it worth it to risk triggering his wrath in hopes that he'll act much gentler?

... You opened your eyes again, this time. There was a bruise on your wrist. Sometimes, the prince hurts you. Not because of sadism, but simply because he forgets your body is not compared to his. No normal human body could be compared to his. Not unless that human was chosen or simply blessed by Aeon. He sees this as an inconvenience and sometimes even clicks his tongue when he hears you whimpering, but to you? It makes your heart feel dreadful, his normal strength during the punishment is already torturous enough... If he can forget how to be gentle with you by accident. You can't imagine what his real strength could be if he were to be truly mad with you.

... Usually, people would stay or maybe hope for an escape one day, but you, the stupid, naive, truly incapable of any thoughts, decided that another escape attempt must be made.— wait, no. This isn't your words or your thoughts. No. This is mydei's thoughts. Yes. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer. "Usually, people would stay or maybe hope for an escape one day, but you, the stupid, naive, truly incapable of any thoughts, decided that another escape attempt must be made" you gulp. "How the hell did you get away? Truly, I have underestimated you. And for that I apologize," he said, his voice eerily calm. He grabbed your left hand. "Clearly, you didn't learn." Before you could say anything—

Your eyes turned blurry, and you couldn't help but let out soft, pathetic sobs. What sins have you committed you think? What crimes have you committed to be given such harsh punishment? What sorcery have you performed to manage to make the prince fall head over heels for you? You know he loves you, and he knows you hate him. After breaking your left hand, he kissed you gently on your neck. After that, he grabs your chin and presses his lips on yours. His kiss was rough. A mix of dominance, love and obsession. You taste blood, ahh... You bit his lips. And yet he doesn't stop. No, he won't stop. Not until he got his fill. He pushed you to the bed. You can't fight. You can't do you. No...

You taste a desperation, is it from you or...him? You close your eyes. You feel tears falling on your face. Why? Why is he crying? You were the one who was suffering right now. You were the one whose limbs, hands and heart got broken multiple times. You were the one who was kidnapped and forced to live with this man. Both of you were once close friends, you remember chatting to him and sometimes even patching his injuries. You remember your happy moment together. But now? It felt like a joke. Perhaps it is, as his golden eyes met yours, you feel his gentleness. He hugs you and kisses your cheeks.

"... Don't fight me, don't run away, just stay. Let me love you" he mumbled. You looked at him. "... You won't get away, what you're doing is more harmful to yourself than it is to me," he said. "Don't go. Don't even think of escaping," he added. You don't have the strength to even talk back. You slowly drift off to sleep. You felt a gentle lip to your mouth.

"You once asked what crimes you have committed for this"

"It's simple, really"

"You stole my heart, and therefore. You must pay the price"

The Scholar's Most Precious Test Subject

The sound of a chain rattling against the floor fills the room. You look at the door, and for a second, you wonder if you can ever reach it. But it's impossible. The chain was made with the finest metal, and around your ankle, there was an ankle bracelet, as cruel as Anaxagoras is, he was kind enough to only use it on one of your legs, while the other one enjoys the freedom of not being chained. Although is that enough? While you can take another step, the chains were specifically made to be far enough for you to reach the bathroom and do whatever you need to but a few feet away from the main exit door. It felt like a joke and when you realized it, you almost broke down crying.

"Ah?" You let out a pathetic sound once the cold hands wrapped themselves around you, it was him. Anaxagoras, the chrysos heir and the most brilliant scholar. There he was, hugging you and slowly dragging you away from the main door. Unlike what many expected, the brilliant scholar was content with staying in a quite sizable yet still small apartment, of course, with you as his captive, nothing could ever make him feel unsatisfied for some time. You looked at him. "Let me go, Anaxa," you said bitterly...knowing this man won't obey or even listen to you. No, he was too into your existence, saying he needed to study you. It was scary. Anaxagoras was not someone who would joke around, at least to you.

"No," he replied, that's all. You almost screamed at him but the sight of his pistol to your head makes you back away. You sighed and let him drag you to the bed. "... Tell me, how is it legal for you to do this?" You asked him, "Legal? It doesn't matter whether this is legal or not." You frown. "How ironic, the chrysos heir was seen as the hero of Amphoreus, and yet this one here acts more like the villain than that of a hero," you glare at him. He simply stood up and put his pistol into a drawer. You flinch a bit when he extends his hand to your head. You close your eyes! He pulls your face closer and— "as expected," he said. "You'll close your eyes" he added. You open them back and look at him dumbfounded. Of course, you will close it, after many times he grabbed your hair, or even slapped you. How are you supposed to face it without closing your eyes?!

Gently, he caresses your side face and kisses your forehead. This is not new, you knew Anaxagoras, or rather... The name he hated was Anaxa. You groan when he kisses your forehead. It felt disgusting. He then walked to the kitchen and cooked dinner. Although he kidnapped you, at least he is rational enough to know that he can't just make you cook his dinner or do any chores. Of course, except for a few to make sure you don't become too 'lazy' in his words. But the truth is he is just simply making sure your body is still moving. The act of hugging you from behind sometimes leaves you confused. The main exit door was in front of you, but it seems that he always managed to go back in without alerting you at all, which is weird. You have been looking at the door for so long you wondered if he just slips out of your mind.

You looked at him and you looked at your chained ankle. "I don't understand... Why can't you just be...normal? Court me like a normal person does. Maybe then, we can still spend time together without you needing to chain me here and me being afraid of you" you mumbled to him, not too loud. Just enough so that he can hear you.

"..." He looks over the pot he had filled with water, "would you trust me if I said, I have a good reason for it?" He put the sliced vegetables inside. You looked down at the floor. "What reason could ever justify kidnapping me and chaining me here as if I were some kind of animal?" You asked him, your voice trembled with rage. He put the pot on the stove and turned it on. Sometimes you forget that this man actually eats and sleeps, seeing as he often just spends his time studying, watching over you or simply taking care of his favourite animal toy. Actually, you almost forgot this man who kidnapped you is the same one who specifically bought a Dromas doll more than he could and should have ....

But it's hard to look at his cuter side now. You sighed and silently lay down on the bed. The bed wasn't the softest but a million times better than the floor. You closed your eyes, imagining an alternate route or perhaps a timeline where you were freed of him. Just when you're about to drift off to sleep, you feel his fingers wrapped around your shoulder. "..." You look up to him. "Dinner's ready, let's go and eat" he pulls you. Too emotionally and physically exhausted you comply. You don't have the energy, to fight against his words or his hands. Sometimes you wondered... How the hell did he get back so fast? Anaxa leaves on time and always returns at the same time unless something's or in other words YOU do something that triggers him.

You sat on the chair and took a sip of water before you enjoyed the dish. After a few minutes, you finished your dinner and put the dishes into the sink. Anaxa simply walked past you and washed it. You looked at the exit door, and the chain is just enough to reach it. Somehow... A thought appeared in your mind. 'If I were just a bit taller and my hands were just a bit longer.. I could probably open the door, but of course, you've already passed the age of growing up. Anaxa's cough which makes you stop thinking about the door and turn back to him.

Your days with your captor go on as usual; you just get through the books he's giving you. Meanwhile, Anaxagoras is simply enjoying himself watching over you while hugging you from behind and looking at you from the side. You felt so powerless and in truth, you are. You could never match with someone like him. Your brain is nothing compared to his genius. Your power is nothing to his title. Your existence is nothing compared to the prodigy. So why is he doing this? Keeping you all to himself... It makes him less than a scholar, more like a...

You snap out of your thoughts and notice that he was drifting off to sleep. Just as you open your mouth, he falls asleep upon your shoulder. On a second thought, you'd take notice of the dark circle under his eyes. But you don't exactly know what he is doing to the point he gets so tired, and it's not like Anaxa was willing to speak to you about the outside exception of when you want to learn. "Anaxa..." You called out to him. He hated that nickname. He opened his eyes and he frowned. You felt a spark of joy seeing that.

"If you're sleepy, go to bed, don't fall on me. You're heavy you know?" You purposely remind him of his height and weight. It sounds a bit too cruel, doesn't it? But you don't care. Anything to make him love you less? His eyes meet yours, and before you could say anything, he whispers to you, but you don't understand and thus, can only give a nod. He then simply hugs you tighter and falls asleep. You sighed. This isn't working for sure. In the end, you lie down in bed next to your captor. He was good-looking, that is no lie, but does his appearance matter now? Obviously no.

... The next day, he leaves for work once again. And for a few minutes, you only spend your time watching the exit. There were a couple of times when you saw what was behind the door. A tree and a blue sky. You could watch the sky from the bar window, the locked balcony with bulletproof glass but you are more interested in seeing the sky behind that exit door. "Speaking of the blue sky..." You mumbled to yourself. "That room's light really looks so blue-ish, are we up in the air?" You shook your head. "No way... After all what sky has green trees right?"

You grab the knife and simply look at it. No, you once tried using a knife on the chains hoping it could free you. Only to realize the chain works as a tracker and an alarm. It woke up. And you remember how he threw you to the wall taking the breath from your chest. How his fragile-looking hands grabbed you and dragged you to the bed. He doesn't hit you but he did tie you up and simply threatened you. The scholar can be calm as much as he wants but in that moment you can tell the stress of the work, stubborn people and your act has pushed him to the limit, but you still think it's unfair how he took it out on you.

At the present time, you simply wonder if you can somehow try to escape. Maybe try not to trigger the ankle chain. But if it reaches its full length, it would alert Anaxa that you're reaching for something out of your boundary, if you try to cut it. Immediately, Anaxa will be alerted to you trying to take it off. There is no button, and the chain's head is behind a room that Anaxa refused to let you in. Of course...

Not working, not needing anything... It sounds like heaven to those folk who might be tired of their job or life responsibilities, but humans need interaction. Whether it's from a real human or online. They really need one; you can only deal with Anaxa for so long until, at some point, you just start to find him no longer appealing. You shook your head. Truth to be told you're losing hope. It's been what? Weeks, months maybe a year if you are really pushing it.

After what felt like another hour of you thinking, you turned your back and gripped the knife really tight. You don't want to die. You really don't want to, but if this is what it takes then— bam! Your shoulder was shot. Instantly you let go of that knife. Your knees fell to the floor as you gripped your shoulder tightly. You groan in pain, and as you look up, you see Anaxa standing over you. Somehow, it felt like he was the council watching over you, while you felt like the prisoner was waiting for his punishment.

He gets down on his one knee and his other hand simply grabs your hair and pulls it to the side. You let a small whimper of pain. "Foolish, utterly foolish." He said. "How-?" Your eyes widen and tears fall down. "I didn't trigger the chain...!" Your voice cracks. "You seem interested in this door..." He said. He grabbed the chain, and after that, the chain broke into pieces. "Wha—?!" Anaxa grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the exit. Countless possibilities shoot into your mind. Is he finally letting you go? Is he finally getting bored with you? Are you finally seeing the blue sky?The door opened and...

"what...?" Your eyes looked around and ... The blue ish light that you thought were the sky itself was a screen... The trees that you saw were just decorations. On a closer look the room looks childish. A poorly recreation of an 'outside' world. Anaxa closes the door, his eyes look at you cold. "Well, go on. Speak up, this is what you wanted no?" He said, his voice fills with sarcasm. "I ..." Before you could say any more word he grabbed your wrist and grips it tightly, "go on, speak it up, speak what's on your mind now. Thanked ME now, this is what you wanted right? This room, this is the room you've spent months watching from the other side...! This is the room that you've spent countless of time trying to escape the chains to get to"

You felt like a joke, face turns into red with embarrassment and anger. You couldn't even mutter a word because of how truth it is. This room is obviously fake, but perhaps... Because you were isolated for too long, even the fake feels and seems real. Feeling exhausted you fell but he caught you. "... Why must you do this? Sobs...is it fun watching me like this?" You asked him, tears were already falling down. He looks at you. "Truth to be told at first it was fun, I know what's going to happen and I was looking forward to it" he admitted.

"but at some point I started to hope you'd stop." He added. He pulls you closer. "Because I've realized if I don't stop now. You'll truly break," he mutters. Slowly he puts you down to the floor. "I closed the light, and no longer put on anything in this room" he looks at you, "but you kept going. You still think on the other side of this door there was an exit." You gripped your hands. "You tried to escape countless of times, slice the chain, try to break your own ankle, grab a pot hoping you could smash it to the pieces" your chest feels tighter. "Haven't you noticed that I never seem to come back from this door?" Your eyes widen, "wait- I swear I"

"you truly are foolish aren't you?"

"there is no path other than me,"

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

This is the abortion for minors anon-I am literally a minor. I'm 15. If I was ever raped, I'd go to my mother and ask her to help me, and she'd let me get an abortion because she's a good mother and we have a healthy relationship!

You're just disgusting. I cannot tell you how repulsed I am by people like you.

Well, you're 15, so you're supposed to be stupidly wrong about things. Here's a few things to think about once your brain is finished developing:

When does a human being become a human being with human rights? Why does a human become human at that point, and not at any other point in the biological life cycle of the human organism?

Are there any other crimes besides rape where it's okay to kill the child of the perpetrator? Should post-birth children of rapists also be killed? If not, why do you make this specific exception?

What other exceptions do you put on human rights along with "is not far enough along in the biological life cycle of the human organism"? Do you truly believe that everyone has rights? Or do you think rights only exist for certain sections of humanity?

How do you feel knowing that your mother, who supports abortion, at one point didn't consider you a human being worthy of existing? Do you think there's anything you could do that would get her to return to that opinion?

Do you know what happens during an abortion? Do you know how many elective abortions are performed as opposed to medically necessary abortions?

I'll give you some hints for when you ponder these questions:

The human life cycle begins at conception. That's not a religious argument. It's a biological fact. No credible biology book in the world will tell you otherwise. The right to life is a fundamental human right. Perhaps the fundamental human right. We all have the right to exist. And no one has the right to take the life of an innocent human being. Aborting an unborn child ends its life. Which is murder. An unborn baby by virtue of its state of existence literally cannot have performed any action that makes it guilty of a crime that deserves execution. Therefore, unless you think human rights aren't inherent, or that certain groups of people don't deserve rights based on their inherent characteristics, all abortion is the murder of innocent life.

97% of all abortions are elective. Which means not medically necessary. Which means all of those murdered children would have been born if their parent(s) didn't choose to end their lives. If you understand that and are okay with that, that makes you a bad person. I don't think you're a bad person, though. I think you're young, and stupid, and you have adults in your life who are either very ignorant, or very evil. One day, you'll be physically and emotionally mature enough to have real opinions about important issues. You may still come to the wrong conclusions. You might still turn out to be a bad person based on your views and how those views influence your actions. But for right now, you're 15, and dumb, and you should enjoy the last few years where being dumb is at least somewhat expected and forgivable.

[kittymary50]

I had said this before, but I’m still baffled by the fans who consider Isshin to be an amazing father, while HE HIMSELF admits he isn’t (I think it’s when he comes to see Ryūken after the latter just discovered Uryū’s left for Hueco Mundo.

If he had, he would have started by sending his children to therapy after Masaki’s death, told them her (and also his) real identity, wouldn’t have left Yuzu to do all the house chores, would have helped Ichigo to deal with his power loss (Isshin being the only one with Uryū to know what being literally powerless means) and that’s only a beginning. Not saying he’s the worst but, he has flaws.

I feel like, of the Karakura Four, Uryū was the only one who always had Ichigo’s best interests at heart. In the novel ‘The Death Saves the Strawberry’, Orihime was happy of all things Ichigo did not have his powers anymore, despite him agonizing without them, and didn’t even tell him Rukia was working on a way to give them back to him. Like, what?! Chad? He joined XCution without telling Ichigo despite being his supposedly ‘best friend’. Ichigo did not even know what he was doing.

But Uryū? He was the first one to actually believe Ichigo would get his powers back, even refusing to take his place and only acting in replacement of Ichigo when Urahara suggested he took his role. You might argue he did not tell Ichigo about the truth of the badge, but Ichigo told him himself he wouldn’t have paid attention to it anyways, and Uryū’s will to protect him made no doubt here.

Also, funny how Uryū was the one who stayed by Ichigo’s side during the Fullbringers Arc, and even teamed up with him against Ginjo at the end. While Orihime (the supposed future wife, may I remind you 🫢) and Chad turned out their back on him. You would have thought their friendship (even love from Orihime’s part, the most powerful emotion) would have been enough to break the spell or overcome it (look at how Byakuya dealt with Tsukishima despite being under the influence of Book of the End) but no. Such a strong bond those two have with Ichigo indeed.

The fun fact is, I’m convinced that had it been Uryū Tsukishima had cut, he would still have stayed loyal to Ichigo, like Byakuya. This is why Kubo didn’t put him under the spell, cause he knew it wouldn’t have changed anything 😌.

So, back to the topic, yeah, pretty much everyone manipulated Ichigo, by Urahara, Isshin, Ginjo, Yhwach and co, with a few exceptions. Not talking about how Soul Society is a dystopia and how they have no shame to trick a boy into solving problems they are responsible for 100% of the time.

Anyone ever thought about how Bleach's greatest tragedy is Ichigo's desire was to fight fate but has never had a shred of agency his entire life?

Even when Ichigo sincerely believes he's acting of his own accord; he's merely the puppet dancing to another's strings?

Aizen manipulated his parents into meeting, manipulated Rukia into meeting him.

Kisuke manipulated Ichigo from behind the scenes while Ichigo tried to save Rukia, forcing him to learn skills waaaay above his paygrade before he was remotely ready to further Kisuke's own plans. It could be argued that Ichigo's entire existence was planned according to Kisuke's designs.

Isshin manipulated/forced him to learn Deux Ex Saigo no Getsuga Tenshou without telling him the cost, because apparently it was the 'only way' - despite having Kisuke "I plan for ten thousand scenarios" Urahara on his side. And did little in the way of helping his powerless literally soul-torn son cope with the monumental sacrifice after the fact.

Ginjo Kugo and his followers manipulated Ichigo by stringing along the prospect of gaining Fullbring, so they could steal it to have their revenge on Soul Society. Made easier due to the aforementioned apparent lack of support from Isshin.

Sword!Yhwach has manipulated Ichigo the entire time by turning him against his own soul, sabotaging his growth and ability to harness his powers.

Ichibei manipulated him into undergoing that trial to turn him into a Soul King vessel with the intention of chopping him up as the replacement.

Yhwach manipulated Ichigo into killing the Soul King.

"Give me a blade to shatter fate." is a sad joke and poor Ichigo is the walking punchline.

No wonder why no one told him anything about himself until the last minute. An ignorant tool is an easily manipulated tool.

[ommastar]

i am a male transsexual. the reasons i medically transitioned are complex and do not involve thinking i am actually female. i discuss my experiences as a male passing as female on this blog. i do not plan to detransition medically. i struggle to identify with other males & feel i mentally conceive of female people as my in-group, but i don't insist i'm actually a woman. i am undergoing an orchiectomy soon and will undergo full genital surgery in the future, attempting to dissuade me from this is pointless so don't waste your breath. i am aware no surgery will make my body identical to a female one, that doesn't stop me from wanting it done.

i believe in radical feminist principles. i believe female people constitute an oppressed class by male people. i am perceived as female and so have experienced at least social misogyny, but i have no experience with medical misogyny or misogyny in childhood and can only learn from women on the subject. i am anti pornography, anti prostitution, anti BDSM/kink, and critical of hegemonic transgender culture. i am considered well-read in radical feminist literature by women in the communities i am in. i partake in radical feminist communities that include males, i do not seek out female-only feminist spaces.

transwomen are male. i do not believe public bathrooms are the pinnacle of women's rights though i believe tw should air on the side of using the men's due to most overestimating their own passing. i don't know what to do about public spaces like changing rooms, i avoid them. if i had to use one, i would use the male one. that may change when i have surgery. female-only private venues should be allowed to exclude tw, no tw in female sports. if you have to claim that women around you are being "transphobic" it means you've been identified as male and are frightening those women, if your presence in a space isn't accepted naturally it means you need to get out, that is something i can say with certainty.

i am heterosexual. the people in my real life conceive of me as "lesbian". i am only romantically attracted to women but am sex-repulsed in practice due to my hatred of the male body and of heterosexual sex. i have experimented with bisexuality but discovered i am not attracted to males (that includes other males who have transitioned). i have experience being viewed as a same sex attracted woman, and i feel that gives me some empathy for the situation. i think SSA women deserve male-free spaces. i'm tired of male harassers myself and i think if we all respected eachothers' boundaries (if males could respect women's & one another's boundaries) everyone could be happy. i have experienced a lot of hatred from the trans community for stating that i'm only attracted to "cis" women, because it shows my disbelief in their ideology. i was peaked by the influence of trans ideology on lesbian spaces, namely their insistence on shoving their obsession with male genitalia into the faces of lesbians and their rapey "genital preference" rhetoric (i don't believe post-op tw are identical to women either, btw, but the extremely egregious penis rhetoric was what i came across first). i believe sexual attraction is never up for debate and sexual boundaries are never a form of bigotry. trans ideology & mtf ravaging of lesbian culture & spaces needs to be brought to an end.

no one is under any obligation to agree with my life choices, but i do not plan to detransition and will not be convinced to. i have a mental disorder, but do not believe gender identity really exists. i'm not going to identify as detrans or even as reidentified because i do not believe in identifying. medical transition is the only transition that exists and i have not reversed mine, i am a gender nonconforming medically feminized male person who socializes primarily with female people, what i "identify as" doesn't change my material condition.

i want to discuss sex dysphoria honestly. i don't think i ever would've been happy without transitioning but i do not think transition should be proselytized as a firstline option, i think most transitioners should not be doing it. if it was under my discretion then porn addicts, predators, misogynists, etc would be barred from being transwomen. sadly its not, and they're frankly the majority.

i am terrified of male sexual culture and think male sexuality needs to be policed by society. i grew up as a small, physically frail, emotionally sensitive boy. part of why i pass is due to my smaller than average size for a male (5'4). i know what it feels like to feel vulnerable among men, i believe that if most transwomen who claim to know this feeling actually did then they would understand women's issues better than they do.

open to growing and changing, but trying to convince me to join trans orthodoxy again or trying to convince me to medically detransition will both go nowhere so don't bother. hope to contribute positively to discussions surrounding sex and gender issues!

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hello! I have a request for you to try out.

May I ask for some HCs involving [TFA] Blitzwing with a Cybertronian![Reader] [Gender Neutral] [PLATONIC] who is like Moon Knight from the Marvel franchise?

[Prompt]: Moon Knight![Reader] is a Triple-Changer who also has different personalities/faces (equivalents of Marc Spector, Steven Grant and Jake Lockely) they rotate every now and then. They defected (by their own will) from the Decepticons many cycles ago and are now assigned with Team Prime as hired help/protection (as a Neutral who still kept their war-frame). One day, the Decepticons were scheming something and the team tried to stop them. [Reader] joins in to help their teammates and they face their old friend, Blitzwing. The two Triple-Changers fought each other and afterwards, they decided to secretly meet up in a secluded area to catch up.

[BONUS]: They have an installed program in their processor called “Khonshu” as a subconscious for the [Reader]. They can only see and hear him, but nobody else can (annoying a$$ pigeon /j).

[TFA] ☆ "CATCH UP?" Blitzwing HCs

this was unique! i liked writing this, A LOT. mostly because i love Moonknight. i don't consider myself a huge Marvel fan but there are certain characters i enjoy. i basically had to build up Moonknight!Reader, no real names mentioned other than the names for the personalities of the reader

scenario: an old friend returns on the opposite side and Blitzwing isn't sure on what feel about it, at all. cue a short reunion.

warnings: mentions of war related trauma, DID.

note: i'm going lore accurate here and according to lore, it was Blackarachnia who was responsible for the existence of triple changers! @swiftyangx12 helped me out with getting names for the personalities— they are based off of Egyptian mythology! taking the idea of Moonknight to its roots :3

I <3 DEEPLY PPLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS!!!!

BACKSTORY:

You have had many reasons to leave the Decepticons in all honesty by this point. All this floating around in space in search of the Allspark had made you sick back then but it was only the beginning of everything. It all started with that techno-organic and ex-Autobot Megatron found and then recruited into the Decepticon ranks, the bot who went by the name Blackarachnia.

Back then, you didn't really trust this Autobot turned Decepticon, even if Megatron said she would be 'valuable'. Coat turners cannot ever be trusted but you came to trust of her after she successfully managed to help Shockwave craft a fake persona to infiltrate the Autobot ranks... which is why when the notion of "Triple Changers" were put forth onto the table by that spider, you agreed to be experimented on after Lord Megatron asked for your and Blitzwing's compliance to this project.

Worst mistake of your life.

Because now, you're no even sure who is the real you. You've been split into three:

Sesh, a kind-heart & soft-spoken bot who usually grants people whatever they want as long as its in their abilities and can be done so ethically. A good face to put on during a meeting or an interview but ultimately, a bit of a pushover. A goody-two-shoes.

Ahati, a much more manageable personality who is often much more distant from others. A jerk, not as polite as Sesh but still carries some kind of guilty conscious and is social.

Isfet, no one talk about Isfet, they are locked away at all costs. A personification of violence, Isfet is a lot more practical but unethical without any kind of guilty conscious whatsoever.

The Triple Changer Experiments have a side-effect of fracturing your processor to an unbelieve extent which Blackarachnia so conveniently left out to you and Blitzwing, you might as well consider yourself to be one of her victims so really, it wasn't a surprise that you left but it was to Blitzwing. You've known each other for stellar-cycles--- you were comrades--- lived together in run down outposts with other fellow Decepticons when the war was at its worst.

Your relationship with Blitzwing was deeply platonic and personal and only got deeper after who Ahati describes as 'a turncoat wrench' did to the two of you.

It wasn't just a betrayal of the Cause; to him, it was a lot more personal... even if he knew damn well that you had no intentions of hurting him in the slightest at all. If anything, it was a reasonable defection.

So when you came to Earth at the request of a 'secret contact' to protect an Autobot team, you came as soon as you could the moment you found out Blackarachnia would be there thanks to your built in assistance program KH0N5HU. It was initially built to help you stabilize the personality switches and keep Isfet at bay but so far, the damn bird has been nothing more than a nuisance living in your helm. Literally.

You've been living on the run for so long... Sesh think that you need all the shanix you could get plus, Ahati feels like getting back at the spider was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Prowl hired you, he knew you from a friend of a friend but instead of landing in Detroit where you were supposed to be, you landed face first into Cairo, Egypt and was there until you finally managed to locate Detroit...

The call was from an Autobot spacebridge repair ship out of all things. You have no idea what the hell a Cyberninja is doing aboard a repair ship but gain, you're not surprised he always whined about your attitude when he himself was no better (in your opinion).

But during the fight you finally showed up to kick 'Con aft, Blitzwing saw you there, none of his sides knew what to feel.

ICY:

— He isn't saying a word to you, trying to focus on striking you down but with how the other personalities are warring to get control so that they could give you a piece of their mind. Ahati is trying to get some kind of response from him but Icy is trying his damn hardest to grip the control.

— He has no remorse, even though memories of sleepless nights in run down barracks with you and the other soldiers do come into the forefront of his processor. You left the Decepticons, he owes you nothing. You betrayed him them. He tries not to think about any of this, knowing damn well that Hothead would then switch over to take control.

— Icy is more intelligent when compared to his counterparts. He knows your weaknesses and your strengths, he's analysed them long ago. While you do have a few new tricks up your metaphorical sleeve, Icy knows your personalities, how you would react. He knows its only Ahati & Isfet who manages themselves well on the battlefield so he tries his best to bring out Sesh.

— But good old Ahati is proving to be a problem. Their quips and snarky remarks might trigger a switch. Speaking of which, Icy makes a mental note of how you seem to be a lot more controlled in your switches. How its actually taking quite a bit to bring Sesh out. Have you found a way to keep yourself in-check? He's tempted to ask. But he doesn't dare to.

— Icy's sense of duty always stands above his emotions so once he manages to bring out Sesh by decided to try and shoot one of his ice-shots at a vulnerable human. The compassionate Sesh could no longer stand idle and came out almost immediately, you sprang to take the shot for the defenceless organic, the literal jerk within you was screaming on the inside because now, your compassion has turned you frozen on the spot. Literally. At least the human got away..?

Your pedes are frozen to the ground and Icy is standing barely a few feet away, you're trying your best to somehow break the ice and free yourself before Icy could get any closer to land, what could be, a killing blow. You could try to shoot the ice, you do have a blaster in your servos but its not like you can move them. You're stuck. The risk isn't worth it, you assess—Sesh had always been more intuitive and considerate than the others, selfless in a way but naively so. Speaking of naïve, this rules out every option you currently have other than talking it out with your fellow Triple Changer; with how everyone is too occupied with that lumbering oaf Lugnut, you doubt they could come to your aid and you wouldn't blame them. They don't have war-frames, just an ordinary spacebridge repair crew pushed to do the extraordinary and combat Decepticons. You have no expectations here. Icy's figure looms closer, you're running out of time. He stands before you with absent warmth in his gaze, he's as cold as his name says he is. You may not actually survive this... there's no telling "You have made your choice, Autobot." He says, you've never seen Icy so cold before.. "I'm not an Autobot, I get paid to do this..." You mumble knowing it wouldn't do you any favours.

But just when you thought your fate was sealed.

RANDOM:

— "HELLO ZHERE OLD FRIEND!!!" Random was begging, trying his hardest to gain control the moment he saw you on the field! It was a surprise but a welcome one, for him at least. Maybe not to the other two but he was ecstatic! Icy is the dominant personality so it was not easy to get the reigns.

— Random is fighting off the other two as hard as he can to keep control, it is not proving to be easy in the slightest. But for once in your life, Random maintaining control might just save your spark here because the other two are certainly not happy to see your face.

— Random looks at the memories with you fondly. One of the only 'Cons who could match his insanity prank for prank. The unpredictable duo. The two of you were iconic. He cherishes them in a way; he still remembers that one time when you shouted "RANDOM SCRAP, GO!" in the middle of a particularly intense battle just to throw whatever was in your subspace at stunned Autobot forces. Craziest part was, it worked.

— He may or may not have missed you, there's very little Triple Changers around and even lesser ones who he can actually get along with.

"RANDOM!!!" Ahati has seized control from Sesh. This side of you had always preferred Random over the other two, it was ironic in a way how the jerk preferred the prankster, Hothead was alright but only when it came to poking and teasing him. "It has been far too long! How was your vacation???" Random giggles uncontrollably. "I can see you are a little stuck, friend!" He's laughing hysterically now. He is trying his hardest to keep control here. "Yeah, yeah... Very funny, Random." A golden opportunity has just presented itself, quite literally materialized before your optics with this personality switch. Random was a mixed pit of balls, he just did whatever he felt like; it didn't matter if it was duty or his emotions— if he wanted to do something, he did it because for Random, it was all about impulses "You're right. It is not funny." His jack-o-lantern face turns to look at you in the optics, his optics boring into yours for a moment as he holds back laughter. "ITS HYSTERICAL!!!" He continues laughing, rolling on the floor as you stand there. You just sigh, he hasn't changed a bit. "I wanted to catch up with you but you're frozen! You cannot pay catch!" He continues his mad musings You're not sure what a game of catch has to do with catching-up but this is Random you're speaking to, you don't dare question it. You're well aware of Blitzwing's triggers by now; Icy is usually in control, Hothead takes over when emotional or distressed and Random spawns in spontaneously whenever he feels like it. Its risky, but its the only shot you have before Icy can take control again. Your optics narrow onto the hysterically laughing and currently rolling on the floor Random. "I mean, we could... catch up, if you want to?" You shoot your shot, it might work. Besides, he suggested it. It might work... or you could be pushing your luck. And it just so turned out, you were pushing your luck.

HOTHEAD:

— "YOU REALLY THINK WE CAN HANG OUT AFTER ABANDONING US???" Your spark basically sank when you saw the switch, Random as your gamble to be a ticket out was severely miscalculated to say the least. Hothead looks angry, mad at the fact you would even dare to show your face here.

— He is the representation of Blitzwing's emotional side so out of them all, surprisingly, he is the one who feels the most amount of mixed feelings. While Icy choses not to be concerned & Random who... really doesn't care but still thinks of you as his old best friend, Hothead is torn apart right at the middle. All the feelings of betrayal, anger & even sadness brews from him

— Hothead and you never really had a good relationship to say the least, at least with Ahati given how that side of you was basically a professional rage-baiter when it came to annoying him... Unfortunately, you might have to switch back to the personality which put you in this situation, Sesh had a way with words and was generally better at calming bots down out of all three personalities. You do not want to risk getting on Hothead's bad side.

"No... Hothead, you know I left because-" Your tone is softer in an effort to get to him and save your own aft, still stuck to the ground with the damn ice all over your pedes holding you in place. "YOU LEFT US! END OF STORY!" His thick German accent leaves no room for you to speak, aiming his heat cannons right at you and you're not sure from where but just as you thought he was going to flambé you. The mere fact that you left is a personal attack to him, to your friendship, to the very memory he had of you. It was no surprise that Hothead would be deeply emotional about this, anger in and of itself is an emotion "OH, COME ON!" Ahati grows impatient, this isn't the first time you and Blitzwing had this conversation. The frustration was never ending. "THAT SPARKDAMNED CONNIVING ARACHNID TURNED US INTO A FRAGGIN' FREAK SHOW AND YOU KNOW IT!" You shout, knowing it would fall to switched-off audio receptors but you really can't control the rage. "AND THE BEST PART? MEGATRON DIDN'T EVEN GIVE A SCRA-" A shot, Hothead tries to take the shot but it seems Prowl noted you were in trouble and came your way, leaving the others to deal with Lugnut for the time being to give him a good kick on the backstruts, making his shot land right on the over over your frame instead of melting your face off. His firey shot melts off the ice. Serves Blitzwing right. Prowl shoots you a glare, the mech didn't hire you to get cozy with an old accomplice, he hired you to protect his team. And so far, you're not really doing a good job. You really thought you could get to him. Maybe you were the fool. Maybe you should take your job more serious but you really couldn't bring yourself to do that. KH0N5HU is trying his darn hardest to keep Isfet at bay with the mere mention of Blackarachnia. "I didn't wanna do this."

AFTER THE BATTLE:

— He's even more conflicted than before; he's heard those point so, so many times from you but he always chose not to believe it. What the Decepticons fought for was bigger than him, it wasn't like they were serving Megatron's selfish ambitions alone... He refuses to have the seed of doubt to be sown into his mind.

— However, as he's fixing himself up after that fight, he realizes that you still seem to... care in a way. Even if you totally kicked his skid plate. In a way, Blitzwing could be some sort of... weakness to you. After all, you tried to actually talk your way out (or at least attempted to) and the version of you he was so familiar with would have NEVER thought of such a thing. Perhaps time had changed you. Or maybe... you just cared more than you should.

— Either way, its a weakness he would exploit. Perhaps, he could attempt to talk you in to re-joining... Megatron would be thrilled. It would make their job on Earth so, so much more easier or so Icy surmises.

— Its foolish but its clear you would have no hostility towards him as long as he doesn't try attacking you... or those Autobots you seem so keen on protecting; they must have hired you without doubt... You wouldn't have fought as hard as you did otherwise.

— Blitzwing decides to use his old encrypted communicator. Perhaps you could still receive a message from him... Who knows. Its worth a shot. Hothead tried to crush the old thing but he could never really bring himself to do so.

— You're at the run down excuse of an AutoBase, being a prick to Prime as usual and out of nowhere, you're getting a notif on your ancient communicator.

— No way. Its Blitzwing? What does that stubborn bastard want now? "Gimme a minute." You say, flippant as ever as you walk outside the base, your attention solely fixated on your communicator after being a pain in the aft. You didn't want to risk having the more... nosy employers (bumblebee or bumblebot as you so fondly call him) put their helms where it doesn't belong.

— Sesh is rather happy that he's reaching out, it might be a good chance. Ahati on the other hand, isn't very pleased; this is the first time he'd ever sent any sort of message! He had years but chose now? What an audacious-

— You ended up going to the meet up after a lot of internal debate, way too much thinking (you're pretty sure you might have overheated your processor but the thing's already damaged so-) and without a single outsider opinion either. You'd rather leave out this ragtag team from your personal stuff. Besides, you had that sparkdamn bird in your helm telling you what's best for you as if it knew anything.

— Its in the middle of nowhere so... its reassuring. He wouldn't try to bait you with humans. You just hope its not a trap but knowing Blitzwing, it could be anything. Though, you doubt he'd really bring anyone with him... he sure as Pit wouldn't bring along Blackarachnia despite whatever her status is for obvious reasons the two of you know first hand, Blitzwing isn't insane enough to bring Starscream given everything you'd just found out about old Screamer from rest of the team... so that leaves Lugnut. And Lugnut might actually burst a fuse at the mere mention of your designation so definitely not him. Which leaves... literally no one.

— Besides, even if it does end up in a fight, you're pretty through with Blitzy's move set given you've sparred for years and fought alongside each other. You're confident you could deal with this easily. KHON5HU tried to convince you but again, you argue with his voice in your helm and succeed.

— Blitzwing honestly didn't think you'd show up but he is glad that you did, Icy stays in charge despite the others trying to take control.

"Ah. You are finally here." Icy says, he was starting to think you wouldn't show up. Blitzwing honestly didn't think you would come up here. "Not gonna lie, I didn't think you'd take my offer on catching up." You say, unsure of what else to say. Icy stands there with the usual, neutral look on his face "I'm delighted, Blitz. But uh..." Your trained optics study him carefully, narrowed. You've known him what you might as well call your entire life and he's usually not the type to invite a perceived enemy over for a chat. "How do I know you're not gonna just freeze me and take the kill?" Its a valid question, Icy can understand where you're coming from but before he could really say anything.. "If I wanted you gone, zhat would've happened long ago!" Hothead says, for once, there's some control in his voice. As if he's holding back which was enough for you to understand that the mech truly did mean it. But he doesn't look at you in the optics, even with the visor, its awfully clear. Its like he doesn't want to confront you but at the same time... "I wonder what old Megsy would feel about this." There's a bitterness in your tone as you speak of your once-upon-a-time leader and Icy takes back control at the mention of the bot. There's a stiffness to his posture, he is always rigid but if you didn't know any better... it almost seemed as if he was nervous. "He does not know of this meeting." He says, a bit quieter but as sternly as ever. You're... more than just a little shocked to be honest. Blitzwing was pretty much someone you'd call a lapdog. "Whatever happened to the 'loyal soldier' scrap?" You fold your servos across you chassis. "How flattering!" Random giggles uncontrollably as he walks closer towards you, his servos up as if he's about to give you a hug. You tense up visibly, you think he's actually going to attack you but instead, before you could really do anything, Random pounces on you and wraps you tight in a hug, knocking the air right out of your vents as his servos has you trapped. Its like he's trying to crush you in his embrace! You swore you heard your endoskeleton crack! "Blitz... LET ME GO!!!" Sesh takes over, your trying to pull Random off of you but its no use. He's glued onto you. Random had no concept of personal space anyway. "I am just trying to properly greet an old friend again, ja?" He violently giggles as he tightens his grip. Oh, brother... "Unbelievable!"

— Soon enough, the two of you actually catching up. There's many topics to discuss and you two have changed a lot over the years. You just hope nothing serious happens back on base...

zawg this req took forever and i sincerely apologize to everyone who's requests i havent done yet!!! but enjoy MoonKnight!Reader for the time being. have some fun facts abt MoonKnight!Reader:

When they argue with KH0N5HU, it seems as if they're arguing with some invisible voice because the bird is a program you've downloaded into your processor to help regulate your personality switches because for each switch, there's a gap in your memory for all the personalities which weren't active.

Memory gaps are a common occurrence for individuals with DID. I think this does apply to TFA Blitzwing because we never once see him get embarrassed or react badly to one of his personalities in the whole show. Not a lot of evidence to go about but it would make sense, he also cannot communicate with any of his other personalities.

So the whole team thinks you're... something. Prime really thinks you shouldn't be here and even had a 'talk' with Prowl about why the heck he even hired you.

But then he witnessed you skill first hand and it clicked— you're a experienced military vet basically, you have the combat skill to prove that.

You may or may not have given Ratchet a PTSD attack when you first showed up. He... avoids you. You're a familiar face from the opposing faction and honestly, he kinda wants nothing to do with you. You're much, much older than most of the Autobots.

When you were stranded on Cairo for a while, you picked up on a lot of ancient Egyptian culture and mythology. Sometimes you explain stuff to Sari and the others about it. She thinks you should work in a museum.

Your personality switches are something they're yet to be used to.

Lockdown may or may not have introduced you to the mercenary gig when he found you drifting aimlessly in space. He saved you but only to have a few copies of your sweet, sweet upgrades.

Neither of the Spacebridge Crew nor Sari has ever seen the third personality before.

While they haven't seen the third personality (Isfet), that personality speaks in a different dialect of Cybertronian, specifically the old Kaonite dialect. So most of their dialogue is easily understood by the Decepticons but the Spacebridge team might struggle to understand.

Your feud with Blackarachnia (or 'Nia' or the many other colourful words you use to describe her) is the reason why you're really here [she also owes you shanix]. Apart from the fact that the Autobots are paying you and you'll build a monument to the name of anyone willing to pay you something. Customer is king, to you at least... but you never really respected authority anyway so-

You got the call from Prowl the moment their ship was attacked by Decepticons, you answered cause you owed Prowl big time but you ended up stranded in Egypt for the 50 years that the Autobots and Decepticons stayed dormant.

[alexjw26]

I rarely see people talking about Expedition 33 characters in terms of their guilt, although in my opinion it is not the only one, but quite an important motivation of the entire Dessendre family. And this is especially true for Alicia and Verso (and I think it is no coincidence that we see them as two sides of the conflict in the finale). Moreover, the primary source of guilt is always love, they do desperate things because of the "love-pain of loss-guilt" connection.

For Alicia, it's a longing for the warm relationship she had with her brother (I like entire epilogue with her, it shows very well through interactions with objects how much pain she feels when she remembers Verso) and a sense of guilt for the fire that happened. Desire to help and fix something becomes one of her motives for stepping into the Canvas. And in my opinion, absolutely the same two motives are leading for her in the end ("let's be together, let me try to fix the situation for you" with reservations about her understanding of "fix" and the fact that this is not a real, but a painted Verso).

But if for Alicia her guilt is mostly concentrated on one person (although I think she also feels guilty towards the whole family), then for p.Verso it is even worse - he considers himself the cause of all the suffering in the Canvas and even outside of it. Aline does not want to leave because of him, she created Lumiere and all its inhabitants because of him, then it grows like a snowball, Renoir comes, Fracture happens, then gommage, where people die in thousands. His friends from Expedition 0 died because of him, Julie, all the expeditions with which he tried to reach the Monolith, Aline, and in exactly the same way Maelle will die in the future also because of him. Even a piece of Verso's soul suffers because of him. Painted Verso want to end his life not just because he is tired or bored of it, but because he believes that this way he will stop suffering of everyone around him, and especially those he loves.

Although in my opinion he loves everyone in the Canvas (there's so much warm in his dialogues with Noco, Monoco, Esquie). Most likely this is something they have in common with the real Verso. And I also recommend taking a closer look at the dialogues and cutscenes with Maelle too. He is always next to her, and in theirs conversations he constantly tries to support her, especially when Maelle is depressed (confronting her words about escapism and weirdness, telling a story about her name, scene at the Reacher "everyone in the family stands out in some way, and I ..." - "and you are dad's real favorite"), he remembers r.Verso's song and plays it, hoping that it will help her feel better.

Painted Verso loves both his families, but returning to the beginning of the post - it is love that pushes him to desperate actions. All his experience of 60 years, unfortunately sad, teaches him idea that the end justifies the means, and it is easier not to tell anyone his plans. Because, every time he tried to trust, everything turned into a disaster, and in the end, Aline returns to the Canvas again, and Maelle is also determined to die, but not to return to the real world. In his opinion, it is easier to just end everything: "Time heals all wounds, but death heals all wounds too". Those who die will be finally spared from present and future suffering, and those who remain alive will be able to move on. Yes, he has very negative thinking and trust issues due to trauma, but that's a topic for a whole separate essay.

Of course, he does not want a life where he will still have to bear the impossible weight of guilt for every death. Although there may be fewer of them in Maelle's ending, but the most important one - Maelle's death will always appear before his eyes when he looks at her.

P.S. It would also be interesting to study other family members and how guilt influenced their actions (especially Aline, I imagine she has one of the complex tangles of conflicting feelings), I hope I can make a separate post about them someday too.

[lizardboiii]

WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER

꒰ ft. Trafalgar D. Water Law x reader

꒰ synopsis: Lions & tigers & and bears, oh my! You certainly weren't in Kansas anymore, but you definitely weren't in Oz either.

You're finding it’s much harder to convince a sadistic Demon King to help you get home than any fictional wizard.

│cw: 18+, SFW, no use of y/n, fluffish, f!reader

│wc: 2.4k

│chapters: I II

│notes: this work has gone through 4 different Demon Kings and many more rewrites. I honestly just posted this rather than scrapping since I already finished so much of it previously. If I make chapter 2 it will pry just be pure smut lowkey

│AO3 Link!

│Chapter I: Highway Gateway to Hell

The stark red of the Torii contrasted against the green foliage like a vivid stain. It stood ominously, tuning out the vibrancy of its surroundings.

While the splatter of divinity stuck out like a sore thumb, it was clear as day how rundown the gate’s outward appearance was.

Unruly moss grew up the gate’s chipped pillars. The deep, almost gaping, cracks blemished the wood like veins. If you looked close enough you were sure you’d see them beating.

Your eyes outlined the kanji scrawled in black ink. The small characters meant to bless the gate were worn from over exposure, practically unreadable. It was as if the gate had been there for centuries. 

You clenched your hands into tight fists, alarm bells ringing in your head. While the world stilled and your mind raced, you could only manage one clear thought.

That Torii Gate had never been there before.

A shy foot stumbled back as you sifted through your endless stream of thoughts. The occult club had taught you plenty about the paranormal, including random appearances of Torii Gates.

Surprise, surprise, the sudden materialization of them was never good.

From Robin’s ‘Supernatural and the Real’ books to Franky’s enthusiastic Wikipedia searches, the number one rule regarding manifested Torii Gates was… 

Under no circumstances DO NOT go through them.

You recalled Usopp’s fearful ramblings as Robin listed off different repercussions that may take place if one were to pass through such a gate: Demonic possession, irreversible disfigurement, and in most cases - death.

The thought made you shudder. Taking another uncertain step back, you contemplated your next move. The gate was placed directly on the footpath you took to get home from the university. If you used another path it would take another 30 minutes - at least - to get home.

Groaning, you combed your fingers through your hair. Were you seriously considering some loony idea that a misplaced gate would transport you to some alternate dimension?

There had to be a plausible explanation for the gate’s abrupt manifestation. An old shine might have been relocated due to external affairs. Hell, maybe an abandoned shine was rediscovered and the town decided to erect a new Torii for it.

Then again, what if the gate was some evil passageway to hell? 

Your brows furrowed as you toyed with the idea. Maybe as soon as your foot hits the other side an unbearable heat will claim your leg and you’ll be dragged kicking and screaming through the spirit world. Hideous beasts and unimaginable horrors tearing through your soft flesh like butter.

Suddenly, a nonsensical idea entered your brain. Robin would probably lose her mind if you could prove she was right. Not to mention Usopp’s and Nami’s gobsmacked faces would be hilarious.

On the other hand, if the rumors were fake, it would be satisfying to debunk a myth Robin so fervently believed in.

Content with your internal rationalization, you stepped forward with new found determination. There was only one way to find out if the myths were true after all. 

A dirtied sneaker crossed through the center of the gate. What's the worst that could happen anyway? 

After all,  you were never one to follow rules. 

・❥・

The first thing your eyes clung to was the fast approaching snow covered ground. The plush ice did little to cushion your harsh descent as you slammed face first into the ground pathetically hard.

Spitting out icy snow, you carefully pushed yourself to your hands and knees as you frantically observed your new surroundings. Tall timber engulfed you in thin spindly trees. Each bare branch was coated in a thick layer of fluffy snow. 

Save for your own handprints imprinting the snowfall beneath you, the landscape looked largely untouched - almost barren.

You shuddered when the wind suddenly picked up. The gale howled mercilessly as snow pellets pierced your skin like tiny bullets.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you attempted to ignore the wind's relentless assault by focusing on the faint scent that slowly started to invade your senses.

Sharp yet rich, you couldn’t pin the smell. It almost reminded you of the large jar the club collected coins in, metallically sweet. You snapped your eyes fully open.

The air smelled of…copper.

You gasped in shock as you spun around to your feet in a frenzy. There was no way you were hanging around to find out what smelled of blood. 

In the blink of an eye, you went rigid at the lack of red behind you. 

The Torii Gate you entered through no longer resided in its original position; instead, an impossibly deep forest took the red gate's place. Only two small divots in the snow confirmed the gate's previous existence.

If your heart was beating any faster you were sure it would beat right out of your chest. It was hard to tell if you should be excited that the legends were true or if you should be shitting your pants that you were now stuck in some alternate dimension.

You felt dizzy as you tried to comprehend your situation. Just what the hell did you manage to get yourself into?

A twig snapping sent your neck flying in the sound's direction. You searched the tree line hysterically. Thoughts of savage demons and ghouls seeped into your mind, polluting your already distressed thoughts. 

Then, your eyes caught a glimpse of tangerine. Hidden behind one of the larger trees, a figure stood motionless. A figure that looked all too human.

“HEY!” 

Your voice filled the blustery air before you could even decide to speak. Startled, the orange adorned figure squeaked before speeding away. Their strange animal mask's fur whipped with the wind in their rush for safety, their form fumbling along the way.

You reached out an apologetic hand, “Wait! I didn't mean to scare you!”

The spooked figure paid you no mind, preferring to scramble further into the trees. Quick to action, you sprung after them, desperate to understand just where the hell you managed to end up.

Twigs and leaves cracked under your worn shoes as you followed the stranger deeper into the gangly forest, “Wait up!”

Ducking under low branches, you skidded across the snow when the figure made a sudden turn. Your quickened breath clouded the air in small puffs as you quickly regained the distance.

“Just wait a minute!”

You suddenly felt grateful for taking up Sanji’s suggestion to practice with your university's track team. In a few quick strides the stranger was a mere arms length away. Reaching your hand out, you went to snag their orange robes.

...Crack 

Your ears twitched at the almost inaudible sound. 

...Crack

Hand yanking back at the smooth fabric, a high pitched scream entered your ears.

Crack!

You had little time to register the sinister sound of ice popping and shattering beneath you before it was too late.

The world crumbled from below your startled form cruelly. Extremely aware of your predicament, you clutched the unknown figure's larger body in your arms, attempting to pull them back.

・❥・

Cold.

So cold you felt like you were going to die.

Freezing water enveloped your entirety as your body shocked itself numb. Nosing burning, you grimaced as water rushed through your nostrils, filling your windpipe.

Snapping your eyes open, you took in the depths of the frigid water stunned. Vivid shades of cerulean and violet swarmed your shape, forming small spirals of light. The water around you practically glowed. It was as if you were watching a miniature aurora borealis.

You couldn’t remove your eyes from the spectacular sight. It captivated you, pulling you deeper into a false comfort. Bubbles sprang from your mouth as your last breath of air escaped your lungs. 

Immediately, water rushed through your agape mouth as you sank lower into the polar depths. Yet, what should have been painful felt…warm. 

You closed drooping eyes. 

You could stay here forever.

A harsh hit to your gut ripped you from your daze. The elbow shoved into your midriff quickly reminded you of your oversized captive still trapped in your arms. Panicked for their safety, you ignored the tender warmth the water tempted you with and finally swam toward the surface.

Your head broke through the water's surface with a loud ripple. Hacking and coughing, you were quick to help the heavy form in your arms to safety before you attempted to pull your own soaked body out.

Desperately, you grasped at the frozen ground. Your frostbitten hands clawed at the jagged edge of ice, pulling yourself over the edge. Your stomach raked over the unforgiving broken ice causing you to hiss loudly. Free of the water, you collapsed onto your pulsing stomach. 

Finally on solid ground, your body heaved as you desperately inhaled the crisp air. Your lungs burned at the intrusion but you didn't dare to stop greedily taking air in. With a murky mind, you noted how the swaying of your vision felt like you never left the water. Maybe in another world you didn't. 

A dry cough brought you back to the present. Turning your own exhausted form to the side, you watched the mysterious stranger next to you. They now lay drenched in the snow, fighting desperately for their own oxygen.

Their plush body shook and wept as they attempted to fill their neglected lungs. Your heart throbbed at the sight. 

Limping to your feet, you brought a hand to their shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“EEK! STAY AWAY, HUMAN!”

A massive paw slapped your hand away forcefully. Your reddened skin stung, only worsening from the cold air. You rubbed the abused area with a pout.

“I was just trying to help…”

Your words slowly trailed off as you studied the man - no, bear in front of you. The costume he seemingly wore was made of pure white fur. Extremely dense and soft to the touch. While his clothes dripped in excess water, his pristine fur remained dryer than a desert. 

You carefully examined his mask and gloves. Both were ornately detailed, almost life like. You couldn't help but commend the craftsman who made it. You couldn't even tell if there were seams!

Sighing softly, you met the mask's beaded eyes with your best pitiful gaze, “Please, sir. I just need help figuring out where I am.” You rubbed the ridge of your brow, “I know this may sound crazy, but given your eccentric attire, maybe you’ll be more inclined to believe me.” 

“M-my outfit is not eccentric! These garments are perfectly suited to serve my master!” The suited man clutched his paws into tight fights. He was clearly upset you would assume his “master” had poor taste in fashion.

“Ya, ya, my bad,” You couched down next to him, “Can you at least remove the mask? Its eyes are starting to creep me out.” Your lips pulled into a grimace, “You look like one of those furries back in my own world.”

The masked man tilted his head, “Mask? I’m not wearing a mask.”

“....”

“YOU’RE NOT WEARING A MASK??”

“YOU'RE NOT FROM THIS WORLD??”

Like banshees, your combined shrieking echoed across the open landscape. You both fumbled around the icy terrain, desperate to find shelter from one another.

Adrenaline pumping, stance widening, you grabbed a nearby stick and pointed at the talking bear, “What are you! Why can you talk?!”

The bear raised his arms in front of himself, “GAHH! I’m sorry!”

“Are you a demon?” Your eyes widened, “Are you going to eat my liver?!”

“I don’t wanna eat your liver!” He clenched his eyes shut tightly, “Please don't hurt me!” 

Your grip loosened on the stick. You thought demons were supposed to be blood thirsty animals. Why was this one so…meek?

Immediately, your fight or flight response was whisked away. While he was a bear, he didn’t exactly feel dangerous. If anything, he felt more like an overfed pet. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you lowered your stick, “I won’t hurt you.”

His eyes brightened and his ears perked.

“If.”

Instantly, his ears drooped once again. 

“You tell me who you are and where I am.”

The bear slowly nodded, twiddling with his paws, “My name is Bepo. I am a servant of our King.”

You hummed, “King?”

“Yes, King,” Bepo tugged at his robes, exposing an emblem on the cotton’s left breast, “My master is Trafalgar D. Water Law, ruler of the Ninth Circle of Hell.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, “...Hell?”

Pride filled Bepo’s face, “My master punishes those who have committed the ultimate sin of treachery!” Bepo tipped up his nose, “All traitors will be reduced to mere popsicles once he gets his hands on them!”

Bepo’s rambling felt like background noise to your inner turmoil. You were in Hell. Like the actual literal Hell. 

But you didn't die! How could you be here if you were still alive?

“Th-this isn't possible!” You cut off Bepo, “As far as I’m concerned I’m alive and kicking on the other side!”

Bepo blinked at you before lowering his head. His form stalked over to you ominously, his eyes covered by a black shadow. You watched him cautiously, heart thundering against your chest.

Then, he lifted a paw to your neck. His sharp nails scratched against your smooth skin. Expecting a slash, you sealed your eyes shut, waiting for Bepo to finish the job.

“Huh, I guess you're right.”

Your eyes snapped open at Bepo’s voice. Two of his fingers were firmly planted against your neck, checking your pulse.

You felt your eye twitch, “Would you…TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!?”

Bepo threw his hands up, “WAHH, I’m sorry!”

You huffed at his response, rubbing your neck to confirm it was still in fact attached. Satisfied with the lack of blood, you returned your attention back to Bepo.

“Is there any way for me to get back?”

Bepo quickly nodded his head, “There is! You’ll just need to follow me!”

The large bear didn't wait for a response before he started walking back toward the tree line. In fear of being left behind, you ran after him, “Hold up! Where are we going?”

Pausing, Bepo looked over his shoulder, “To the King of course!”

You felt the color drain from your face. Of course you had to meet the Demon King in order to leave Hell. You just hoped it would go as well as meeting Bepo.

But deep down, you knew you weren't going to be that lucky.

・❥・

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

I've been wanting to go back to my eva comes back from the dead fic idea for ages but I could not for the life of me figure out what her attitude to vergil would be

and then today it finally hit me that I think she WOULD forgive vergil for everything as long as he gave some indication that he repented and was willing to change

because, after all, this is the woman who loved, married, and had kids with sparda -- who "woke up to justice" but still committed god knows what manner/number/scope of horrific acts of mass slaughter, terror, and quasi-genocide on humanity

sure, in some ways it's easier with sparda because his redemption came two thousand years ago, but eva is a smart woman, she knows who and what sparda is (I headcanon that her clear-eyed view of sparda without any hint of hero worship is one of the reasons he falls in love with her in the first place)

so yeah, a woman who loves a devil so soaked in blood you could practically smell it still staining his hands can still love her son, too

which is not to say it would be easy. there would be anger, and grief, and eva blaming herself (did she raise him that badly? did she fail to impress upon him that sparda's greatest achievement was his turning on mundus?), eva blaming sparda for leaving them without him, more anger, more grief -- but in the end vergil is her son and she would always be waiting for his redemption, certain it would come in the end

[seokminfilm]

i may or may not have started a youtube channel as a side project or internet diary of sorts (focused on documenting my junior year and talking about things i like) ....anyways YES subscribe to seokminfilm on youtube!! if you have any video ideas for me let me know in my inbox 🤍 i really wanna start posting soon

[reblog-under-will]

You may have to really think about it because doing it just because you're horny right now would be kinda like getting a tattoo just because you felt the impulse to get it. Remember that mostly everything that gets into the web tends to stay there one way or another.

I mean, there are several factors that you should be taking into consideration, and I can't be sure which ones are most of them because they're personal, but let me point out some that I consider relevant.

It's not about "giving up" your morals but more like if your conscience will feel alright doing it so.

If you feel you're "giving up" your morals, you're probably taking it from some sort of external morality model that considers doing it somehow might be wrong or immoral... But if it's so, I assume that this came from a source that isn't quite open to treating sexuality as a natural impulse and even actively tries to repress it. In this case you should try to develop or improve your own values and principles to ask yourself if exposing yourself publicly and making profit from it aligns with them.

Another factor that you should consider is the perception of others towards you whenever they find out you're doing it.

Think about if there's a person (or a group of people if applies) you're worried, afraid or uncomfortable telling about you are going to share your intimacy on the web and you'll be paid for it... Would you tell your plans to this person/group before you do it or you will be doing it "carefully" in secrecy to avoid this people find out? To do the first requires a lot of courage and maybe would give you some serious troubles, but doing it in secret would make you vulnerable to get blackmailed if someone malicious somehow finds out. Either way you have to assume the worst and be prepared to face the consequences that may bring the decision to do so in order to overcome a crisis.

An argument that I find quite valid is "what would you do when you have children?" Because they might be disappointed if they find it out or, in the worst case, they could be bullied or harassed because of your decisions. But I think that's assuming that they will be immersed in a similar morality model that I described before... Personally I'd raise my children taking sexuality as a natural function of the human body and teach them how to avoid being bullied and how to defend themselves if needed.

The last point I want you to consider is your future... What you want to do with your life, where you want to work (if you want to do so), and so on... things like that... Let me give you an example... In Mexico there was a nutritionist that got fired from public health care when they found out she has a profile at Only fans, obviously she won the trial and got indemnified because it wasn't justification to get her expelled from her job, but that will make for her almost impossible to get another job at any institution from public health care, reducing her options looking for another job...

Nowadays it's getting more socially accepted to be or have been an adult content creator, and even that could become your primary economic income. But be aware that it is probable that this turns against you in some circumstances.

So... If you ask me... Sure! I think getting profit from your own pleasure is even more meritorious than any effort in every other kind of work... But you'll have to consider a variety of other factors that may affect your personal interest and be aware that it may turn into an actual job if you want to make real money with it, don't expect people would be giving you money just because you expose yourself, there is a lot of stuff you have to do to make it a profitable income; it'll take time and effort... A lot...

Can I still start the only fans anyway just cause I’m horny and I’m gonna do the horny stuff regardless so might as well make a few extra dollars while doing it????

edit: should I give up my morals?

[yeonban]

I was thinking there aren't enough memes catered to third parties on this site (ex. two muses talking about a third) which imo make rp flow so much smoother sometimes bc it feels more realistic for interactions to not start & end at only the two people directly involved, but then I realized... blud, you have a meme sideblog. You can literally make your own dreams come true

[smile-files]

do you ever wish you could use a memory-erasing gun on yourself so you forget about all of the characters and stories you've come up with but which you know you'll never bring to life and thus have become more of an existential burden than anything

[dividedskylane]

trying to articulate how i feel about gender feels a little like trying to walk barefoot through the kitchen to get the broom when someone's just dropped a glass. so an exercise in extreme caution from which i will almost inevitably emerge bloody and in pain

[bendover-productions]

Sorry if you've already been informed of this, but in case you haven't, I just want you to know that Sam still has the teal pom pom hat! He said on the podcast that he misplaced it almost immediately and thought he had lost it, but that he found it in his bag once he got back!

NO!!! no one told me!!! 😭😭 thank you so much, that teal hat is incredibly important to me and i am delighted he still has it

^^^sam in that hat. to me tbh <3