#it might be blasphemy but i dont care

[lasagnak11]

so you're telling me people believe not even one of the goddamn 100 kaurav brothers were gay? jokes.

[oooocleo]

Haven't heard of art parties before, could you elaborate a bit more on that? (also your art is really cool! I really love the anatomy and the skin textures)

ive never attended any but afaik they're little events people host in ffxiv where people come and draw each other's toons (and roleplay?? maybe??) - theres often a theme too i believe so ud come dressed up as like. a cowboy or something

[windupaidoneus]

now some people may not like to hear it but even the worst people who exist are still people & there is no human being who has More right than others to decide whether others deserve to live or die (does not mean i personally condemn murder in self defense or anything of the sort or killing fascists or whatever i'm just saying as a baseline This Is How it Is) & this is why the death penalty is not a good thing no matter how good & trustworthy the people in any government might be. people on average also deserve the chance to learn to do better. & no, someone who's been forcefed propaganda their entire life will not let go of that deeply entrenched mindset so easily, it's not particularly unrealistic & it absolutely sucks to deal with but in the context of tangibly working toward world peace it's also not an issue to try & help such people both in material ways & in helping them learn better rather than cut them down or abandon them to a grim fate. all this to say that's why i don't think garlemald is written badly, as unpleasant as the experience might be. walks off the stage

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

Extra warnings for chapter: Anal, oral, love bombing, control

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

A/N: Every chapter will be named after a song from the spotify playlist. Dont forget to commen fitting songs!!

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There's people running 'round loose in the world Ain't got nothing better to do Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid You need someone looking after you~ Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around, Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks

You were the wife of deities. You were blessed, honored. Holy mother. The Madonna, and inside your womb the savior would grow. All four of them were Gods of different patronage, each with their own abilities and passions.

Francisco was the god of nature. He was the god of all that grew in the earth, the soil. the flowers. He was clairvoyant, but also had a gift of growth. Life. His prayers over you would solidify implantation after conception, keep you and your baby safe.

Benjamin was the sun god, god of celebration, and celebrate he did. Ben’s mood often controlled the weather. Most of the time, regular weather patterns took place, Benjamin’s emotions could change them, and he was prone to big emotions. That’s why him and Francisco worked so closely together. Weather and nature, working to keep the crops growing and the people safe.

William was all about duality, you were taught in catechism. God of war, God of medicine. He had the gift of healing, but also impeccable military prowess. This made for a powerful ally and feared enemy. William headed the military and security, but also watched over the medical care. 

And Pope, Divine Mothers only child. Pope had the gift of discernment and prophesy. He was incredibly intelligent, and with that came respect. He was not just born into this position, but born for it. God of family, god of passion. You felt that passion so clearly every time his eyes bore into you. He could no more hide it than he could his own beauty.

So why, with all this power surrounding you, did you feel so scared?

Everything just feels so confusing right now. You feel as if you can’t get your head on straight, like everything is whirling. You're married. You might be pregnant. Why was everything so… hard. When Pope waved your bloodied sheet around, he was soon joined by a whooping Ben who took part in the celebrations and dragged Francisco out with him. It was just you and Will.

Naked and shivering, suddenly cold on the cool tile of the altar without the heat of passion to warm you

“Just one minute, I’ll get you dressed once I’m done.” He says quietly, kneeling before you with a wet wipe, gently dapping at your swollen folds. “Damn, really did a number on yuh, huh?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.

“Well, I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” Leaning over, he presses a kiss to the top of your puffy parts and gets up, helping you down with a hand. He slides the dress back over you. William was gentle as he caressed your cheek. “You did so good for us, princess.” His hand moved to your belly. “You’re a good girl, and soon you’ll be full with our baby, I just know it.”

You stand there in shock, unable to exactly form a reaction. The lights were too bright, it was too warm. There were too many flowers and incense and candles and oils… to much. You shut down and Will finishes dressing you: shoes, flower crown minus the ropes of vine. He stuffs your underwear in his pocket with a smile. “My little dividend.”

Jonah was outside the room, laying down on a bench with his cowboy hat pulled over his face.

“Wake up, old man” Will spoke with a bite you weren’t used to.

He mumbled under the hat. “I’m awake, damn. Just resting.”

William nudged you towards where he was standing. “Watch her for the rest of the cocktail hour, then bring her in for the entrance.”

Jonah frowned. “She ain’t going to the cocktail hour with you?”

“What’s the point? She can’t drink. She might be pregnant.”

“It’s her wedding.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’ll have the wedding shit, this is more of a… stag party. Bachelor party sort of thing.”

You didn't know what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Whatever. I’ll watch her.”

“Yeah. You will.” Williams harsh glare softened as he turned to you, holding your face with both hands. “I’ll see you in an hour, my beautiful bride.”

When he left, Jonah mumbled something and began walking you down the long hall. The place was huge, absolutely massive. The worship chapple and sanctuary were attached to the house, originally built as a pool house but refurbished with the establishment of Delta. Divine Mother wanted her home attached to the sanctuary so she could go whenever she wanted, no matter the weather, so a hall was built on. In addition to the several bedrooms, living rooms and so on, there was a ballroom. This is where you would go after. For now, it seemed, you weren’t needed…

You wanted to go still. You were their wife, you wanted to meet the other members of Delta, you wanted to dance, to laugh, to smile with them… but the day's events left you tired, left you hurting, left you… confused. Why had they all left you so fast, save for Will?

“You alright, honey?” Jonah’s voice barely registers in your ear.

You don’t have it in you to answer, simply staring straight ahead as your breathing picks up speed.

“Hey, darl’n, hey.” He stops outside the kitchen. “What’s go’n on, you hurt?”

How do you even explain it, the panic rising up in you, the fear. Why were you scared? You were married to the gods, there was no safer position to be in. You were safe, protected… so why did you feel so on edge? Why was your head hurting, your heart racing, and why did you feel so used?

You stopped breathing before you realized it.

“Hey!” Jonah shook you, but your eyes felt glassy and unfocused. He pulled you through the swinging kitchen doors.

“Dad, what-” You hear Iris say and vaguely register a third person in the room. Iris stops what she’s doing and rushes to you. “What’s happening? What did you do?”

“Nothing! I got her after the ceremony and this just started!”

You were gasping for breath, the light and airy feeling in your head making everything a little blurring. Still, you register hands on your shoulders, calling your name. “You need to breath. HEY! You hear me? BREATH.”

But you can’t. The panic, all-consuming panic clawed at your throat and tightened your chest. Then, a hard slap.

*SMACK*

Iris slapped you, causing your body to gasp in shock. You took the opportunity to breathe in as much as you could get, and once the oxygen settled in, so did the clarity.

Dizzy, you stumble back and nearly topple over, but Jonah catches you. Careful, he sets you down in a chair. “Easy now, darl’n, breath, breath…” his arms were strong and safe around you, but Iris grabs your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” You look up to watch her, brown eyes fiery on yours. She commanded the room. “You need. To get it. Together. Those men out there-” She pointed vaguely out the door. “Are dangerous.”

“Iris…” Jonah whispers, but when her head whips towards him in anger, he backs off.

“You shut it, you don’t know jack shit about surviving here, especially as a woman.” Back to you. “I don’t care how you feel, I know you’ll probably fall in love because you’ve been so brainwashed, but I need you to understand this.” She leans in. “You need to get your shit together. You need to clean up, you need to get out there and charm the fucking dick off of every single person in that room. The only way you get through this is if you want a very thin line. Submissive but not weak. Obedient but not permissive. Have boundaries but keep them loose and never, ever, try to resist sex. This is no time to be weak.”

Her words barely made sense to you.

They weren’t dangerous. They LOVED YOU. You were their WIFE. But still, part of her words range true; you were the daughter of a traitor, a man who partook in an uprising that caused the death of the Divine Mother, and the other high up members would have their eye on you. You needed to make sure there was no reason to doubt your love for your husbands, nor your adoration of Divine Mother.

“Fuck,” Iris mutters something to the third figure in the room about ‘nothing there’ then stands up. “Jonah, go back to the dressing room and get the make-up and hair products.” It was only then you realized you had been crying, make-up running off your face. “Rey, I need you to help me in here.”

He was tall, about as tall as Jonah but not quite the Millers height. “What do you need?” He began to tie his dark curls back. Iris directed him on finishing the desserts while she took out all the food from the oven for the main dish.

When Jonah came back, Iris set to work redoing your face, making it look as if you never cried, never had a single scared thought. She fixed you up nice and pretty, then left you on the chair to wait for your entrance.

After everything was placed on carts to take out, Iris departed, with Jonah following behind shortly and instructing the other man to stay with you. Iris insists she doesn’t need a guard dog, but Jonah say something about not wanting her alone with ‘those drunk bastards’ if he can help it. You’re suddenly nervous, unsure about being alone with a man other than your husbands or Jonah, but you don’t have a choice.

“They’re a stressful pair to watch aren’t they?” The dark haired man says, pulling up a chair beside you. He turns it around, straddling it before sitting backwards and leaning his arms on the backrest.

You don’t want to be rude, so you give a shy smile without meeting his eye. “Are they… um… is uh…” You realize you don’t know Jonah’s last name, and are unsure how to properly address him to others. You don’t want to seem too familiar when you are a married woman now. “Mr. Jonah, is he Iris’s father? I heard her call him dad.”

He chuckles a bit, and you turn to look at him. With a better view, and clearer vision, you are able to take in his features. He’s handsome, but in a almost boyish way -although you doubt he’s younger than 30. Dark curls are still pulled back, but you’d estimate his hair falls about shoulder length, maybe shorter, as chunks are falling out. Strong nose, brown skin, and bright, brown eyes. Strangely jovial compared to Iris and Jonah.

“Yeah, kinda rare that happens. She’s um… well, they’d had… well I guess it’s not my place to say, but they’ve had some ups and downs. But yeah, she’s his daughter.” He extends a hand. “Reyansh Saha.”

You give him your name. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Saha.”

He laughs again, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you; it’s too good natured for that. “Just Rey is fine.”

“Oh, no, no I shouldn’t.” You try to protest.

“Ammayi” (my girl) He says with a glint in his eye. “No one here will understand you if you call me Mr. Saha, I promise you. You can call me Reyansh if that’s easier. Or, well, you can call me Mr. Saha if you’re uncomfortable of course” His tone is good natured, but clearly trying to ease you. You feel like a skittish animal, and he’s a good samaritan trying to coax you to some food.

You give a little nod. “Okay, yeah Reyansh works.”

*

You felt like you may have another panic attack.

Pope was on your right, holding your arm with William beside him. On your left arm was Benjamin; Francisco was fidgeting beside him.

“Baby.” Ben whispers to Francisco. “You gotta calm down, you're shaking…”

You watch as Pope turns abruptly at the nickname, but says nothing. Benjamin grabs Francisco's hand, squeezing it three times and giving him a little peck on the cheek before letting go. Francisco smiled, just a little.

You were making your grand entrance as husbands and wife, to the whole of Delta, to stand out on the balcony as the masses gathered below. Jonah instructed you on procedure. 

“This is the most dangerous point. I have the entire guard in the crowd, both noticeably armed and plain clothes, everyones been searched before entry and theres no reason to suspect a problem, but-” He turned to you. “Anything happens, a gun shot, something is thrown, a fight breaks out, I am grabbing you and we are going. Don’t argue, don’t worry about them-” He gestures to the men beside you. “My only concern will be to get you to safety. Your husbands are all armed and trained fighters, you are not. You have me, understood?”

There would be no need for concern. As you stepped out, leading your husbands in a v shape through the curtains, a stark hush fell upon the crowd. Thousands of people, thousands, here to see your husbands. Here to see them with their brand new bride, the mother of their child. You were humbled, truly, to be honored in such a way that the god’s dained you deserving. Cheers broke out, no doubt to the flag being raised- your bloodied sheets, signifying that you were indeed a virgin, and had been claimed in the name of the gods. The crowd was adoring; how beloved your husbands were to their people!

You focused your hearing not being all that far away, to try and pick out a word or two, and were surprised with the result.

“MADONNA! MADONNA! MADONNA”

They were cheering… for you.

The priestess stood off to the side, raising her arms to hush the crowd. 

“Hail Madonna, full of grace, blessed are you amongst women!”

Then, she kneeled.

Behind her, beginning with the front and sending a wave through the back, the entire mass of people knelt, chanting “Hail! Hail! Hail!”

To both your left and right, all four of your husbands bowed to you.

You were the holy mother. You were Madonna. You would bring about the savior and peace on earth. You were divine.

*

The party went swimmingly. Your new found confidence, it turns out, made speaking to strangers easier. You shouldn’t fear them for being a traitor's child, you shouldn’t feel their judgeful gaze. They should worship you. Not the same as Pope, William, Benjamin and Francisco, and certainly not Divine Mother, but you were blessed.

You never were far from William, Pope, or Benjamin, most moments of the evening were spent with their arms around your waist or holding your hand; you belonged to them.

Pope had pulled you to the dance floor, tender grasp keeping you close as he guided you through the violin music. 

“You are just… so beautiful” He whispered, clean shaven face up against your own. 

“Thank you.”

“You do understand how stunning you are, don’t you? Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You tuck your head in his neck, smelling his aftershave; or was it the liquor on his breath? You weren’t sure.

“It’s like you were made for me…”

A gentle kiss. “I was. I was made for you, by Divine Mother’s majesty.”

You could feel him smile at that, hands slowly trailing down your back. “That’s right, made just for me…”

You nuzzle against him, signing contently. He loved you, you were so, so loved… “Made for my husbands”

His smile dropped. When his hands grazed over your ass, he gripped it tight, painful, making you yelp. The noise and crass motion was sure to attract attention, and you turn to look.

Pope grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at them, look at me. I am their god, they are nothing compared to us, what we do is none of their business. I could bend you over right now and if I told them to ignore it, to go about the party, they will. You understand me?”

You nod.

His fingers pinch your cheeks. “Your body was made for me, and it’s mine. Understood?” You realize now your mistake. You had said your husbands. Plural. You must have hurt his feelings when bringing the others into it, even if you meant well. You note that special times between you and Pope should remain exclusive. Don’t make him jealous.

“Made just for you” You push past the force of his hold to kiss him on the lips. “I belong to you.”

Popes body language relaxed, his plush lips smiling again as his grip softens. He runs his thumb over your lips. “So beautiful for me…”

*

As you spoke like old friends to a woman you’d never met in your life, Benjamin slid up to you. “‘Scuse me, darl’n, but may I steal my wife away for a few moments?”

The woman bowed her head and excused herself while Benjamin pulled you away.

It wasn’t long before you were out the ballroom, down a hall and into a small linen closet, his hands all over you; frantic, needy, a fully hard cock pressing against your skirt. This was to be expected, and you understood your role. At any time, day or night, busy or not, you were to be available to be filled.

He yanked at your skirt. “Yuh know,” Benjamin said between short pants of breath. “It was my brothers insistence that your dress have blue… he said that- mmphh- it was symbolic or some bullshit, but I think he just wanted his color on you.”

You weren’t entirely sure if that was true, but you didn’t want to make a committal answer so you attempt to kiss back, unsure of the movements still. “Mmm, Benjamin…”

“Call me Benny, darl'n.” He rucks up your skirt, only to find no underwear. He stops, blue eyes looking at you with a steely ferocity. “Will take your panties after he cleaned you up.”

Lie, your first instinct told you. He’s dangerous,lie. But he wasn’t dangerous. He was your husband. “Yes” You wanted him to touch you again, you liked the way he explored your body. 

His brows pursed together before growling, turning you around and bending you over a small folding table. “God damn him, and god damn Pope!” Benjamin grunted, making you scared as he flicked your dress up to your waste. “I should’ve had you first!” Ben spits onto your exposed asshole, shocking you a bit.

You try to turn around when you hear his belt being undone. “What-”

“Shhhh” He pushes you back down on the table, freeing his hard cock. You jump when he slides a finger into your tight ring of muscle. It doesn’t feel bad, but not necessarily good, either. He begins to pump, then adds a second finger and you gasp at the intrusion. “Making me fuck’n wait till last-” You hear him spit on his free hand, beginning to jerk himself off as he begins to scissor you open.

“Ben!”

“Relax, baby, I’m not Pope, I ain’t tryna tear you open, you’ve bleed enough for one day.” You swear you hear him chuckle. What is he doing? You were confused, but also beginning to sink into the feeling of him. “They always do this to me, they always make me wait, and wait and wait just because Frank’s Pope’s favorite and Will’s ugh, Will’s older- goddamn” He stops, lining up the tip of his cock to your asshole and spitting a few more times. He was going to fuck you there?! Ben folds over, encasing your body in his warmth as he whispers in your ear. “Not this time, your ass is mine.” With that, he thrust into you, splitting your hole open as you cried out.

He laughs. “Lot louder than when Pope took you huh?”

*

Jonah found William getting a glass of wine and sipping it while watching over the party.. “I gotta talk to you.”

William doesn’t even turn to look. “Fuck off, Hanson.” 

Will did not like Jonah, he knew. Their history prevented the same rapport that he had with Santiago, but never the less, he know Will was the one for this request.

“It’s about your precious Madonna.”

With that, Will turned.

*

Benny was insatiable, thrusting into you wildly and grunting with every movement. “So- fucking-tight-god!” He shouts and it takes everything in you not to cry… but that feeling was bubbling up again, despite the discomfort, but that discomfort was slowly slipping into something else.

The slightest moan escapes.

It seems then almost that Ben reminds you’re here, that he’s not fucking a hole in a wall and chuckles. “Oh, you like this, pretty girl? I can make it better, so much better.” He wraps a strong arm around you, toying with that sensitive spot that William was playing with earlier illiciating a much louder moan from your lips.

“God baby, thats it… gonna cum like this, darl’n? Gonna cum with a cock up your ass like the dirty girl I know you are? Yeah, yeah sure sounds like it…” He replies after your sounds of pleasure grow. “Under all this white, underneath that good girl act and that sweet little face, I knew, I just fucking KNEW your little virgin cunt was begging to get fucked, desperate for cock, huh?” His hips begin to falter, growing more sloppy. “Well now you got 4 cocks desperate to fill you up, to put our baby inside you first, fuck, you gonna be able to handle all that?

You can’t even reply, a mess of moans under his body. 

He grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him. “ANSWER ME!”

“YES!” You scream, so close to spilling over but not quite there, needy and whimpering for him. “I can take it! I want it! I want you all, all the time!”

“I know, darl’n girl, I know, f-fuck, ugghh fuck!”

 Pulling out of your ass, you almost whine for him, whine for more, but he thrusts it into your pussy last minute. The intrusion sends you over, clamping down hard on him as he spills into you. “Yeaahh, that’s it, thats- oh my god, perfect little pussy- fuck!” When he finishes inside you, his warmth is all over you again, staying there for a moment with his cock plugged inside you. “Gotta make sure to cum inside your little pussy every time, no matter how good your ass or mouth feel. Can’t waste a drop.”

He caressing your arm as his body language softens, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So good, pretty girl. So fucking perfect.”

*

“She needs someone looking after her.” Jonah insists. “She’s just a kid.”

Will is dismissive, but behind his eyes hide curiosity. “That’s what you and security are for.”

Jonah signs. “Okay, listen, I’ll be honest here.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“You ain’t fond of me, that’s a given. I get it. But let’s be clear.” Jonah drops his voice low. “Frank’s been mentally checked out all day. He don’t want nothing to do with this. Ben’s a -”

“Watch it.”

Jonah rephrased his next words. “He’s not gentle. He’s not careful, and when he’s high he flat out dangerous, and he buys into this whole delusion and so does Santiago. Santiago is worse, he’s delusional and can flip like a fucking switch. She needs someone to help her navigate them. That needs to be you.”

Will didn’t say anything, but from the way his brows were furrowed, Jonah new he planted a seed. 

“Look, here she comes with Ben, she’s fucking stumbling, Will. Go take care of your wife.”

*

It hurt.

It was hard to walk like this, but Ben’s arms were tight around you. You felt strangely safe like this, like he was going to be there from now on.

“What the hell did you do to her, Ben?”

“Relaaaaax” Ben waved off his brother. “She’s fine.”

Will didn’t buy it.

“Pope got her pussy, I got her ass.” He shrugged.

Disgust spread across his features. “You did anal? With no lube? Jesus Ben!”

“RELAX!” Ben raised his hands in defense. 

Will hushed him. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m taking you to bed.”

And that was that. Will’s arm replaced Ben’s and quickly guided you out the door again. Once out of sight, Will scooped you right out. “Ain’t having you walk like that, babygirl. ‘Slright, just rest.” And rest you did, clinging to him and laying your head on his firm chest. You felt like you were almost asleep when he laid you on the bed.

Like how he cared for you before, he cared again, undressing you with a gentle strength.

“Lay down, lemme make sure your okay.” The worry in his voice made your heart sing.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper, but spread your legs anyway.

He tsks his tongue. “Poor little girl… you’re alright, but I know it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

You swallow thickly, nervous with his face so close to your core. “Um… it’s a little sore, I guess…” 

“I bet… but it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

“N-no, it wasn’t…”

“I can see that…” A thick finger swipes up your slit. “Got all wet, didn’t you? You sure are easy to work up…”

You shutter at the touch, a little achy but still desiring him. How could you not? How could you not want him when he spoke to you so low, so careful? When carried you and cleaned you and dressed you… he was perfect, fucking perfect.

“Poor little girl…” William spoke in a deeper tone, planting a kiss to your clit and making you whimper. “Gotta be at the beck and call for four men… that can’t be easy, but you’ve been taking it so well…” His fingers move up and down your folds, spreading your cum and the new slick trickling down.

“It’s, mmmm it’s my honor to be found worthy…” You sit up on your elbows, curious as to his actions.

“And worthy you are, Madonna.” His lips glazed over your flesh. “Bless are you, among women” His hand on your stomach. “and blessed is the fruit of your womb.” You watch William, knelt before you, hovering with his mouth open above your waiting mound.

You whisper, “Please”

He whispers equally soft. “As you wish.”

When William latched his mouth onto you, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, although you can’t say you’ve felt much. His mouth is hot, wet, messy as he licks you, tongue and lips moving in tandem, like a well practiced team with the sole purpose of reducing you to a whimpering mess.

“W-Will, oh that… oh my god-”

But he didn’t stop, latching his tongue to your clit as his fingers entered you, and despite the overstimulation of the day, compared to the large phalluses that had breached your core, his fingers merely provided pleasurable stimulation. His free-hand remained busy as well, taking your private moment to explore the rest of your body. You didn’t understand what pleasure he could find in your thighs, your stomach, or playing with your fingers, but you relished in his closeness, the emotional and physical and sexual intimacy compared to the coldness of the deflowering. 

But it had to happen this way, you thought as your hips bucked; William had begun swirling his tongue around your clit, causing a surge in pleasure. This afternoon was a ritual; systematic, calculated, precise. There was no room for intimacy, for love. But you’d seen it now. You’d seen it in the way Pope danced with you, in the way Ben caressed you after sex and praised you, the way Will touched you now… the only thing missing was Frankie.

It wasn’t long before Will had to gushing on his face, crying out his name in a hedonistic moan, a orgasm so blinding that the revelation that you existed to pleasure and be pleasured by these men until you were swollen with child seemed like a gift of godhood itself.

He pulled three more out of you before he was satisfied, making come on his face and fingers thrice before your final orgasm was only singled by an tired “Mmmmmmmph” and your contracting walls. Finally, he pulls back. You can’t see him, eyes too tired they won’t open, but you imagine his beard is glistening with the way he soaks you when he kisses you cheek.

When you’re situated in bed, where you can only assume is your room, you ask Will to stay, ask him to hold you while you fall asleep. He obliges.

You feel dwarfed in his grasp his body so large it makes you feel small, but also secure. You don’t have to be brave, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to think or to worry. Everything would be taken care of for you, you’d give birth to the savior and how many other children, and redeem your family name from your fathers betrayal. You would find redemption in this house, right alongside love, family, and maybe even friendship for the first time since you were twelve…

Everything was falling into place.

So why didn’t it seem like Francisco loved you?

*

Knock knock.

“Honey?”

Knock knock knock

“Honey you in there?”

Jonah. 

“One moment!”

You open your groggy eyes and take a look around the room, finding a luxurious, long, white robe on the dresser. You put it on, covering your nakedness, and timidly open the door.

“Yes?” Jonah stood before you, gun slung on his hip as usual.

He looks sympathetic. “Sorry to wake you, but Santiago wants to see you, I’m here to escort you.”

Hearing someone refer to Pope as his given name is jarring, but something about Jonah is just… very different. He seemed so serious when talking to you about safety, about making sure only his most trustworthy men watched you and how determined he seemed at the balcony… but it seemed he took everything else so unserious to him.

You didn’t like that he referred to your husband by his name, it was much too informal, but you cared about Jonah, so you don’t mention it.

After dressing, Jonah takes you down stairs. You’re thankful for him, the house is too big for you to know your way yet.

“How you feeling?” 

“About what?” You ask genuinely.

Jonah turns to you, a curious look on his face. “About… everything. Yesterday was a big day. A lot happened.”

Of course a lot happened. You were still leaking their cum. “Nothing that Divine Mother didn’t intend.” You say as if its obvious.

He sighs. “Right.”

Pope was waiting outside the door of the intended room. His smile grew when he saw you, walking over to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”

Wife… something so magical about that word.

Pope thanks Jonah and dismisses him, turning you to the doorway and opening it. “I have a surprise for you, bebita.”

When the door opens, you gasp as you’re led inside. Canvases fill the room as did papers, paints, pencils… 

“How… how did you know…” You whisper in awe, your heart swelling at the gesture. He loved you, he really loved you and wanted you to be happy here. You were so lucky, so lucky to be adored like this, to be adored by him especially. Pope had worked his way deep into your heart in a matter of days. He was everything to you now, he was your world. You belonged to him, every single inch of your heart, your body, your mind, your faith was him.

“I’m the god of love, I know what mi amada needs… I’ll always know.” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, the body that belongs to him, and kisses your neck. “I can’t wait to see what you paint, Madonna…” 

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I feel like im doing ass at writing Ben here. I my normal fics on my main he's a consent king and so so so so soft so this is strange to me. BUT he can be tender and loving, dont you worry

SO, THE GENERAL CONCENSOUS IS YOU ALL WANNA FUCK JONAH. Lmfao, horny sluts. HE'S OUR FATHER FIGURE. Imagine having daddy issues. COULDNT BE ME (this is a joke lol)

But! Thoughts on Iris, and our new boy, Reyansh?

Not a super eventful chapter and i felt like Madonna have said like 10 words this whole fic but this has been the set up, now we can move forward! If you read TWW, LO was practically silent for the first few chapters.

Now they ceremony is done and she's married and already v attached and brainwashed.

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[dustalive]

Hello everyone🗿

This is my lil page where we gettin a bit freakay😎 (I'm JOEKING🥺)

I'm Dust, or thats the alias I went w over the years (it started w my COD username way back then🦅 Explanation incase of confusion under the cut, bcs I am NAWT roleplaying Dust😞)

⌖Mind that english aint my first language pls🧐

⌖any pronouns, cs I kinda don't care and I'm fine w everything online👍

⌖I do art, but I am really slow w my stuff so I won't be posting consistently, and my artstyle may vary😔

⌖If you would want to commision me, pls let me know so I know if I should make an paypal acc

⌖This will prob be an multifandom acc, cs it might vary in what fandom I am in. Fandoms, fav characters etc. under cut!

⌖I will be posting about stuff I only feel like drawing at the moment or what I am most invested in rn, its currently undertale🗿

⌖This is a safe place for everyone<𝟑 🍉

DNI pedophiles, zionists, homophobes, racists, nazis, comshipping, if you actively hate religions and openly spread blasphemy, etc. I don't condone any hate on here. I don't have anything against proshippers as long as you aint toxic or nasty in a way (same goes for shipping in general!!)

Tags, socials and other🥳

You can use my art as pfp/other as long as you clearly credit me! Don't repost my art!! (Unless you have permission)

#dustalives art for my art RAHHH🦅🦅

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#dust yappin for yappin and rambles🗿

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@dust_alive is my tiktok, I posted DC on it tho

Thanks for reading!

About fandoms, fav games/characters and own alias/character "Dust" under cut->

Fandoms

Undertale, DC, Sekiro, Ghost of Tsushima, JJK, COD, HonkaiSR/(Genshin)

Fav games🗣‼️(yes, this is very important)

Undertale | Batman: Arkham Knight | Ghost of Tsuhima | Sekiro | Detroid Become Human | The last of us | COD: Cold war | Resident Evil: Biohazard | Zelda: Twillight Princess, OG Slatoon, Super Mario Glaxay (Nintendo games🔥)

Fav characters

Killer, Horror (UTMV), Red Hood (DC), Choso (JJK), Boothill (HSR), Sekiro (Sekiro💀), Joel (TLOU)

Regarding my own Alias "Dust": ->

⌖It's now part of my own character/sona, and a separate character from the dusttale!sans (Bcs no, I am not roleplaying as Dust😞). Just wanted to clarify that for future confusion. If it gets confusing to interract with a post (bcs your reaching out to me, and dont mean Dust!Sans if he is involved), you can also just call me Alive ig, but I prefer Dust if its possible, ty!

⌖She is me, but at the same time not, if that makes sense? Ig she is the better version of me that I want to be but can't (her backstory is still related to me tho), as she still has stuff to her character that are directly linked and connected to me, but altered in how she got them, deals with it (such as scars, mental stuff? Dont want to get spesific). But ofc she still has the same character traits as me🗿 I dont want to ruin this character by making them cringy w trauma I can't relate to, or too edgy. And yeah I said she is my sona but I see her more of an oc if that makes sense? Anyway, this is not an direct sona/oc post so I'll keep it short!

Heres my lil sona🦅

[quietwingsinthesky]

For the fanfic asks, 18 and 19?

Hi Stel!

[questions are here]

18. oh, gosh. hard choice. hard choice. uhm. I always gush about how much I loved writing 'it would have buried you' so I feel like I should give the spotlight to one of my other favorites, which is Another Night (it doesn't get easy). It's full of lines that I fucking love, and I have no idea where they came from or why they ended up in a FNAF fic of all things, but. specifically right now, I'm thinking of the line, "Your father, the walking blasphemy, can see you now." which is really just. the culmination of the whole fic's point for being, really. And I really loved narrating that line too, alskdjalskjd i dont know if you can tell listening to the podfic, I savored that damn thing.

19. Okay okay small teaser let's see what I've got here. hm. So there's another prompt I'm working on in bits and pieces asking for something between Sam and Lucifer, specifically during the era where Lucifer is possessing Castiel, which. Fascinating challenge to me (<- dislikes casifer greatly) and I am up for it. So here's a little bit of it.

tw for lucifer being a creepy dude and doing shit he should not be doing to sam while he's asleep. nothing terrible but he is being. So Weird.

Sam is smarter than this. He should know he's not safe here, not even in this hole in the ground. Does he really sleep here, night after night, without anything protecting him? Lucifer strokes Sam's cheek, feels his sleeping exhales against this vessel's wrist. Not anymore. Lucifer has taken care of everything. Sam's room is warded against any being that might wish him harm, and all of it is scratched so subtly into the walls by Castiel's guided nails that he won't even notice the difference.

That's alright. He doesn't have to know that Lucifer is watching over him. He never knew about Azazel's gang guiding him, not until their jobs were long over and he had been shaped into Lucifer's true vessel. Those demons even made the perfect present for him when he accepted Lucifer into his heart and bloodied hands.

Someday, Sam is going to understand that Lucifer doesn’t give so much to just anyone.

He has another gift for Sam, beyond the protective wards on the walls and his company behind Castiel's face. He kisses Sam's forehead and lets grace curl inside his mind, locking him into the deep slumber Lucifer walked in on. Sam's face is so relaxed when he's asleep. Gently, Lucifer's thumb glides down the side of his face to his lips. They part with barely a hint of pressure. Lucifer smiles.

His wings rise around him and Sam, light sent dancing over his true vessel's skin. (Beneath them, Castiel's worn-out rags of bone and feather drag along the floor, forgotten.) Lucifer reaches between his feathers, seeking. Grace sparks under his fingers, and the sensation is calming. He's almost tempted to sit here a while over Sam's prone body and preen, letting the loose feathers glide down to rest over Sam. Another time, maybe. For now, he has purpose, and he takes hold of a feather still intimately connected to his own power. It's a living part of him, and he pulls it out. The pain is awful. Lucifer bows over Sam, stifling a scream against his neck.

Sam doesn't wake. Lucifer rubs Castiel's throat. This vessel doesn't fit right. Even its vocal cords vibrate wrong. He hates it, and with Sam so close, right there, one word away from letting Lucifer taste the euphoria of being inside him again... But he is so stubborn. Lucifer wouldn't love him otherwise.

For now, he takes the feather between his fingers, sparking and glowing and connected to him, even though it’s been cut off. He can feel it. He can track it.

He wouldn't have to do this if Castiel hadn't tried to hide Sam from him. As if he was allowed to write runes into Sam's ribs without Lucifer's permission. Lucifer can't even erase them. Loathe as he is to admit it, they're effective at keeping every other angel away from his vessel, too.

Here's a simpler solution. He opens Sam's mouth wider, and he drops the small feather inside.

[da-gamingojichan]

hc that the reason germany is pushing italy so hard during training is because he wants Italy to one day be able to lift him up, bridal style, like the princess he is😌✨ he just wants to be held like those ladies in period dramas😔

Welcome to my house. my humble abode. I'm sorry ive put a gun to your head, i promise i dont do this in public. But i think i might kill you right now.

sorry i wrote the above shit when i initially saw this ask while at a red light. i am for real going to kill you though.

anyways as always content warning NO SHADE TO WHATEVER EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING IN THEIR HOUSES BUT IN MY HOUSE I WILL TEAR YOU LIMB BY LIMB FOR SPEWING BLASPHEMY IN MY INBOX! NOT. TRUE!

i dont even know where to begin its like every single word of this post goes downhill after "because". THIS SHIT IS SO FUCKING LIES. WHO TOLD YOU THIS? HOW ON EARTH DID YOU COME TO THIS CONCLUSION? germany does NOT WANT ITALYS ASS PICKING HIM UP LIKE A PRINCESS. if anything germany is the type who would get carried and think to himself "i should be the one carrying him rn" because he lives to serve he loves being the one doing heavywork and him BEING the one getting taken care of is nice but also instinctually stressful. he pushes italy to train so italy will stop being such a fucking useless pussy. his words not mine 😍. he pushes italy because ITALY IS THE MOST INCAPABLE INCOMPETIENT WEAKASS MF TO GRACE THIS PLANET AND GERMANY IS HONESTLY BAFFLED THAT HE'S STAYED ALIVE THIS LONG. obviously germany will always be there to protect italy and do whatever he can to help him, but that doesnt mean he wants italy to stay incapable of ever protecting himself if he needs to. bro is the strongest what-if warrior on the planet he always thinks "what-if [worst possible scenario]" so ofc hes like italy you should be able to get your shit together if you have to. he does not yearn nor desire to be held like a lady in a period drama bruh he yearns and desires for italy to learn how to wipe his own ass and tie his own shoes and stop waking him up in the middle of the night to sit next to him while he masturbates because hes scared of the dark. if italy held him ofc he wouldnt mind it ofc hed get flustered being carried bridal style cuz hes pure hearted but he wouldnt be all like oh yes italy my big strong seme TAKE ME! HOLD ME OHHHHH YES MISTER ITALY! like tf? he would be like WHAT THE DEVIL HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU ACOMPLISHING THIS? and then find out italy is wearing the robotic contraption that rigby wore on his arm in that ep when he won arm wrestling against skips.

sorry i beat you to death but this ask is actually insane to me like i am agast by it. once again live your best life on your own blog okay but in my house this is inconceivable. you watched a completely different show than me dude i wish i could see the world through your eyes because maybe then id actually be able to know what the devil looks like.

[fandom-go-round]

Can I ask for an Obey Me! request? Where the brothers (if you dont want to do all of them then just whoever you feel like writing for) make casual comments about weight related things and they dont realize it upsets the plus size reader until later. like causal comments like "oh that's allot of food" and stuff like that. hurt /comfort please! love you!

Warnings: Fatphobia, Hurtful Comments about Reader’s Weight, Insecurities About Weight, Crying, Emotional Reactions

Mammon:

Mammon always has a way of sticking his foot in his mouth and this is no exception. You’re at a modeling job with him, waiting for him to finish up his shoot so you can go to dinner together. You had grabbed a large smoothie on the way over and are sipping as you watch, half curious about how modeling works and half checking him out. You’re almost done with the smoothie when he makes the comment, coming over to hang on a quick break.

“You’re not gonna need dinner at the rate you’re goin’!” There’s no malice in his voice but you freeze, eyes wide as you look to see if he really said what you thought he did. Mammon doesn’t notice, jogging back over to the set as his manager calls him over. The rest of your smoothie quickly goes into the trash and you spend the rest of the shoot looking at all of the models and cursing yourself; of course the Devildom values skinniness like Earth does.

It takes Mammon days to notice that he’s upset you, mostly because he’s too busy running the high of having money again. He does notice when you dip out of movie night and refuse to let him take you to dinner. Everything comes to a head when he barges into your room demanding an explanation and you’re crying.

He feels like absolute shit when you tell him what’s wrong. He blows off all your reassurances that you’re used to this and that you know he didn’t mean it. Weight isn’t an issue that Mammon has ever had to deal with but he does know about being teased and made fun of. He’s quick to beg your forgiveness and make things right. He becomes your number one supporter, buying you cute clothes and whatever you want to feel better. He’s quick to snarl at anyone who even makes a comment vaguely talking about weight in your direction. Mammon would support you if you wanted to lose weight but might pout a bit; he loves that you’re soft and have places for him to grab onto.  

 Leviathan:

Everyone knows that anime and manga have some of the most unrealistic women out there. That doesn’t stop people from being into it or loving 2D women more than real women. Being into anime before the Devildom had you prepared for this but Levi takes it to another level with Ruri-chan. You shouldn’t have been surprised by the comment but you would have thought Levi might be able to understand, considering his own insecurities.

“I don’t understand how anyone wouldn’t want to look like Ruri-chan! She’s the perfect woman!” You’re mind takes it the way you’ve always taken comments like that: ‘perfect woman’ means thin. You make an excuse to leave quickly after that, Levi only half noticing as he goes into another rant.

He doesn’t understand why you keep avoiding talking to him! An episode of your favorite anime is out and you refuse to come watch it with him! It’s blasphemy! It takes him almost a week to work up to nerve to come to your room and demand answers. Levi is a stuttering mess but when he finally gets out what he wants to talk about you look away, seeming almost as embarrassed as he is.

Levi starts to spiral in the middle of your explanation, blaming himself for being a gross otaku and giving you these thoughts. He know anime expectations are unrealistic (it’s one of the reasons why he likes it) but its another to see it used to hurt people. Both of you end of crying and there’s a lot of frank talk about body image. It’s a good way to bond, even if it did happen for a crappy reason. Levi is more sensitive to what he says and tries to find anime with more diverse characters. He also starts trying to find more plus size hentai… not for any reason in particular though!! He just wants to make sure there is some, that’s all!

 Asmodeus:

Hanging out with Asmo can be a blessing and a curse. He’s beautiful and loves fashion and you love to go shopping with him. The downside to that is you have body negative days that tend to match up with Amo’s feeling great days. The shops in the Devildom are a lot like Earth’s; plus size store exist but they’re more expensive and harder to find. Asmo doesn’t fit into any of the stores you do and you never ask to go, not wanting to point out the obvious differences between the two of you.

“You really should take better care of yourself darling, just think of all the things that would look good on you if you did!” You freeze immediately at his words, dropping whatever you had been looking at like it burned you. Asmo had been watching you in the mirror, eyes trained on your hair and skin but all you could think of was your weight. That’s a harsh comment, coming from the Avatar of Lust and you have to resist the urge to burst into tears in the middle of the store.

He knows the moment you start holding back tears that he’s messed up but he has no idea what to do. He tries to explain himself but you wave him off just saying that ‘I’d like to go home now’. You both leave the store after that, heading back in silence. You quickly go to your room and skip dinner, making everyone interrogate him about what happened. Satan is the one who points out that it might be weight related and Asmo has to resist the urge to cry at the table.

He bursts into your room the next afternoon and forces you to get up. You were planning on staying in bed the entire day but he convinces you to have a spa day with him. You’re not mad at Asmo, just yourself. You know how vain he is so it shouldn’t have surprised you. Asmo, however, apologizes for the first ten minutes, practically begging you to forgive him. You have a conversation about dos and don’ts and Asmo takes it to heart, listening to you and trying to understand your struggles. After your spa day he surprises you by bringing out a mountain of outfits; he had run to some of the shops that fit you and got things! If there’s anything you hate it’s quick to disappear but he wants to pamper you and this is the best way he knows how.

 Beelzebub:

Beel loves hanging out with you because you love food like he does. Not to the same physical amount of course, but you’re always willing to try new things and go new places with him. Everyone knows that if there’s a new restaurant you and Beel (and sometimes Belphie) are going to be some of the first people in line. Just because you love to eat doesn’t mean that you’re immune to the things people say about the two of you. You just wouldn’t have thought that Beel would say anything.

"That’s a lot of food.” You freeze, looking up from your plate to look across the table. Beel’s eyes are locked on your plate and not his own, even though his plate is pilled much higher than yours. “Are you going to eat it all?” You don’t hear anything after his second question, appetite suddenly gone. He doesn’t wait for your response, eating his own food with vigor and eating yours once you push it over to him.

You stop going out to eat with him after that, hardly eating at school or at the House of Lamentation. Sure, you eat enough so that no one says anything but Beel knows better. You don’t snack like you used to or eat cakes with him, you just eat and then that’s it. He talks to Belphie about it and his bother helps figure it out; when did they stop eating? Why? He puts it together after that, feeling horrible once he remembers you talking about how people used to make fun of you in the human world.

Beel shows up at your door the next day, a box from Madame Scream’s in hand and a determined look on his face. He asks to talk to you and you have a conversation about what he said, ignoring the box even as his stomach growls. He apologizes for upsetting you and says that he doesn’t care what size you are, he likes you for you. If people are going to make fun of you or try to bully you, he’ll protect you because you mean a lot to him. You end up splitting the box of treats with Beel, happier than you have been all week. He doesn’t tell you but he prefers that you’re bigger; he’s a big guy after all and it’s a relief not to worry about hurting you as much.

[pizzacrustdisposal]

naming and judging bedrooms i found on google

you can tell i dont pay attention when my grandma watches HGTV lol

Contrast Is Key - looks okay, but it’s too bright for me. i wouldn’t like the person who owns this home. cool windows, fluffy lookin pillows

Grey Black - the segmented windows are kinda iffy, and the bed reminds me of a thin mint. the textured wall is a little offputting, but the whole thing is interesting. i dig the mono palette. let me get a big fluffy canopy bed tho

Earthy Tones - the blue/olive/brown is immaculate. looks big and comfy. the loveseat at the foot of the bed is making me go feral. i wouldnt have that tiny little table though. loving the french doors.

Gold Rush - well. its very gold. i love it. the accent patterns are a no for me though.....grandma’s curtains type vibe.....love the windows tho. again mattress looks uncomfy and there’s too many impractical pillows. shapes and textures no thanks..... all in all an ok vibe if you discard the pillows and dont nitpick

Ivory Afterlife - that scene where Harry Potter died and saw Dumbledore in the afterlife or whatever?? this. i think it’s a hotel room actually. patterned floor is not my style. good loveseat, nice armless chairs to ragdoll in. better pillows than gold rush bc no texture on cases. again too bright but good vibe.

Light Grey Living Space - Woah. bed isnt too crowded, LOVE the architecture. big window<3 fireplace<33loveseats<33 not too bright and love the flooring. dont care for the rug but it does fit well.

Mono Red - woah ho ho! i am a sucker for red and white and i love this. what the fuck is up with that corner plant i want to be one of those! low light fixture might be a silly little problem. mattress looks like a kitchen sponge...... the aesthetic really is great tho

Modern Cream - oh another soft boy! digging the lamp and curtain. looks spacious. cool floor.

Modern Neutral - looks like a millionaire’s bedroom, with less technology. like the weird couch arms around the bed. offput by all the stuff going on but i see a living space in the background? idk

Monochrome Mentality - oh? oh i like this. Big soft bed. lots of room in the room. the vanity is pretty cool but personally not my style. not much to critique. very good.

Panned Gold - more than 10 pictures? blasphemy! anyway nice mono color palette. looks like a wardrobe with mirror doors which is cool unless you’re a soprano opera singer. the brown is a bit yellow for me but it works with the gold pattern. i dont know that man.remove him. tiny little shelves for tiny little objects, very nice. spindly chandelier reminds me of an anglerfish lure. what is with modern bedrooms and thin mattresses (but this one actually looks ok).

This.... - oh wow that is a lot. that is a big cactus. where is this. ive never liked stone walls, not even brick. reminds me of my cousin’s bedroom. the cousin i hate. Anyway the bed is glorious and theres a sink? just there? holy fuk.id love to see the bathroom. nice view of absolutely whatever that is. lovely.

Wispy Bits - woah. i want that chandelier if anything. why is there a book on the floor is that built in. i don’t know what the aesthetic is but it’s really cool. dont like the arms on that chair. im getting rich wattpad bachelor looking for a spouse so his parents stop bitching at him and im ok with that but maybe thats just the jack daniels lmao

Romantic Red - oh wow😳 that is all 9.5/10 title says it all

Room To Think - yep. Lot of floor. doors to a patio i see? cool. bathroom is kind of minimalistic which i appreciate. nice greenery there. curtains for privacy very good. nice looking bed and i like a fireplace. i am getting lazy with my commentary i am sleepy.

Regal Dark - i am FOAMING at the MOUTH. the Drama. I am in awe. 10/10

last one thank fuck. got that metal bed frame. there are so many straight lines i am so uncomfortable. what is the point if you can’t sit on the edge of your bed and spiral into self-loathing... nicely lit, good structure, but i cannot get over the bed frame.

and thats it! i may revise some of my reviews in the morning, but I also am don’t care that much. im just looking for background images for a project its fine. ily im going to bed<33

[evienyx]

Fractures Prologue Outline

I was inspired by @muffinlance sending out an outline and so I grace you all with the original outline for the Prologue of Fractures. I managed to stay on it pretty much completely, except for when it comes to the word count.

Also, Google Docs is messing up for me, so instead of a Google Drive link, the outline is just below the cut.

Enjoy!

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Outline:

EVIE I KNOW YOU’RE AN IDIOT BECAUSE I AM YOU SO DON’T FORGET: Zuko was imprisoned at 13, was there for 3 years, we don’t go into detail cause you don’t want it rated M now do you? You don’t. He was released two days after Sozin’s Comet.

Why is the Gaang not in the Fire Nation? Who knows. They’re not though. Ignore that Iroh would probably be smarter than that, I don’t care. You can figure it out, Future Evie. We are a master procrastinator, afterall.

Estimate for the Prologue’s length: Maybe 10000 words? Minimum: 8000 words, Maximum: 16000

Note: Keep OCs straight (not in the sexuality way dipshit). They are plentiful.

So here’s the deal: zuzu’s been hurt, tortured, traumatized, all the things and all of them are bad. Shyu (the only valid Fire Sage) comes down like “hey youre firelord now.” Zuko is understandably shocked but he’s not complaining i mean-

So there’s Keeli, who gave him food, and Ming and Lee, two of the guards at his cell. (other guards to be introduced later).

Zuko meets Pim and two irrelevant-yet-named servants. He is so kind. So good. There is much shock. What? A Royal treating servants like human beings??? Blasphemy.

So Zuko gets crowned and even tho his legs are jacked up he stands up and its very dramatic and very beautiful omg i cri evry tiem,,,

Then we have a royal party to attend but UH OH its boring so Zuko dips and goes to the commonfolk party (spoiler alert: he has more fun) (spoiler-spoiler alert: commmon ppl will LOVE HIM if he keeps this up (spoiler alert to spoiler alert: he keeps it up))

Zuko should probably take a bath somewhere in there.

Time skip to next morning after a night of nightmares (no need to go in depth for these just mention that they happen). Zuko’s got a meeting with the council and it doesnt go so hot and so he’s like ‘man our government sucks i gotta change that’ (wait is it a coup or revolution if youre the firelord? i dont know the school system has failed me).

Squeeze in meeting two new people who were also guards: Tyne and Anzo. They’re married, Tyne is Lee’s sister.

REMEMBER THAT TYNE AND LEE ARE FIREBENDERS.

On that note, Zuko’s firebending is messed up.

Reveal to ONLY THE READER that Lu Ten is alive and married to Keeli (and they have the MUNCHKINS).

Zuko goes to the Boiling Rock bc plot convenience, finds Mai and Ty Lee. Awkward reunion? Probably.

Zuko finds Suki and Hakoda in the Boiling Rock. Hakoda is cold, Suki is too. It’s not just because they were born in the southern half of the world (heh puns)

Zuko takes them back with him cause he’s a good boi and they are very obviosuly injured and he ONLY HAS PURE INTENTIONS WHY CANT THINGS JUST WORK OUT FOR HIM (i shouldnt be saying these things im the one writing this fucking outline).

Zuko has a panic attack for some reason because hes got t r a u m a .

Cut to Hakoda’s POV and like what he thinks about Zuko and stuff.

Ride back in the carriage, show zuko OBVIOSULY overworking himself. Pim being a badass and getting CHARCTER. Maybe she like punches someone.

Time skip again, get some bonding with Keeli in there if possible (better be possible). Zuko suspects a prison guy of embezzlement or some shit and goes to investigate HIMSELF because we need the plot to progress somehow. It’s an old waterbender prison.

SPOILER ALERT: HE FINDS KYAAAA

Kya is a badass tho and we love her and shes so strong and she sees RIGHT THRU zuko bc shes not an IDIOT (ahem hakoda).

Hakoda and Kya reunite and its beautiful and there better be tearsss.

Okay this might end up being around 25000 words instead.

Zuko works to like improve relations with the guests he has now, readers get a little inside look on a few different people.

IMPORTANT ENDING: ENDING IS AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT!!! I REPEAT: AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Make sure to end the prologue with a KNIFE IN ZUKO’S SHOULDER and nothing else because making readers feel pain is glorious.

End prologue.

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[michaelmilkers]

I saw in one of your tags that you mentioned how 21 pilots made emo pretentious and im actually curious about why you say that (not hate i just never knew about them that much)

my friend you have asked me about a topic i am very knowledgeable and very angry about so prepare yourself for what you have wrought

it isnt just twenty one pilots but theyre just the biggest and most popular example

like. take my chemical romance in the early-mid 2000s aka the peak of emo. it was very melodramatic and theatrical, the way emo should be. there was a presence of “we are not like other people” in a lot of the songs, but it was never just that. it was more of a “we have been cast out and we kinda suck but thats okay.” one of the best examples of this is, ironically, i’m not okay.

take, for example, the opening to the mtv music video:

[Ray] You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it. [Gerard] I don't wanna make it, I just wanna...

this immediately establishes the song as being about social outcasts and people who dont fit the mold. the fucking tag line of the song is “i’m not okay” ffs, that really tells you all you need to know about the song. but the important thing is it doesnt take itself too seriously either. the music video takes place in a private school, and shows scenes of the band members eating lunch alone, being bullied by jocks and preps, etc., but it ALSO shows scenes of frank putting swim goggles on in chemistry class and ray drawing on his test with a crayon and then licking it, and at the end they all ambush and beat the shit out of a guy in a mascot costume. all of this is cut up by text saying things like “if you ever felt alone” “if you ever felt wronged” “if you ever felt anxious”

do you see the juxtaposition here? the music video could very very easily be a fake deep bullying psa, but its not, because while theyre getting bullied and playing their music in a garage they are also, unequivocally, total fucking losers for obvious comedic effect. it is a very exaggerated and lighthearted version of real phenomena, which makes it more relatable to a wider audience.

the same can be said about the song itself. it has some pretty heavy and angsty lyrics (”i’m not o-fucking-kay”) but the instrumentals are punchy and energetic and catchy and gerard’s vocal delivery is very theatrical but also very deliberate and he still puts real emotion in the words. it sounds like its taking the piss out of not being okay, which is exactly what i as a clinically depressed 13 year old needed, and i bet a lot of other people can say the same. i’m a loser and thats okay. i fucking suck in school and thats okay. i feel shitty and thats okay. i’m not okay and that, in itself, is okay.

with twenty one pilots, on the other hand, there is no theatrics, theres no taking the piss, theres no over-the-top melodrama that made emo what it was. 

take, for comparison, the opening lines of heathens:

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse

and this presents, immediately, one of my biggest criticisms of twenty one pilots: their rampant appropriation of mental illness.

because my first thought when hearing this is as an abuse survivor and someone with ptsd they can kiss every single square inch of my ass.

Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're loving on the psychopath sitting next to you You're loving on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

they try to do the same kind of nuanced poetic lyrics that my chemical romance did and in my opinion is just doesnt fucking work because they take themselves SO. FUCKING. SERIOUSLY. it sounds JOYLESS. 

and the song closes out with this:

Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed (It's blasphemy) I tried to warn you just to stay away (Away) And now they're outside ready to bust (To bust) It looks like you might be one of us

this is what i mean by pretentious. there is a clear separation of the person/people from whose point of view the song is told and the people the song is meant to be listened to by from the greater population, but theres no high energy or comedic self deprecation to counteract it. 

now take some lyrics from heavydirtysoul, a song i actually really like the sound of, im not just shitting on this band bc its not to my taste yall:

There's an infestation in my mind's imagination I hope that they choke on smoke 'cause I'm smoking them out the basement This is not rap, this is not hip-hop Just another attempt to make the voices stop

Nah, I didn't understand a thing you said If I didn't know better I'd guess you're all already dead Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch Saying stuff like, "You only live once." You've got one time to figure it out One time to twist and one time to shout One time to think and I say we start now Sing it with me if you know what I'm talking about

right back at it again with that appropriation of mental illness symptoms! and some dumbass critique of our generation that doesnt fit in with the rest of the song at all, closing out the verse with “we are not like you” shit. the vocal delivery at least has more energy than heathens, but the lyrics just feel like a mishmash of different points theyre trying to make that have nothing to do with each other.

the best line of the song is undoubtedly “death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit” but its poetic just... for the sake of being poetic? its one of those lyrics that sounds like someone came up with and was like “bro we gotta put that in a song” but then couldnt actually figure out how to fit it into a song in a way that would flow. another example of this is “i cant drown my demons they know how to swim” in bring me the horizon’s can you feel my heart. not shitting on bring me the horizon, i really like sempiternal, but thats another line thats just poetic for the sake of being poetic. and to be put on t-shirts. i know this because when i was 12 i had a shirt that said “i cant drown my demons they know how to swim” on it.

i could do more analysis on other mcr songs, namely welcome to the black parade and famous last words, but i would be here for literal hours and idk if people actually care that much.

to sum my points up:

they take themselves too seriously. they appropriate and romanticize mental illness (forgot to mention that top’s website, at one time, described their music as “schizoid pop” lol). they pull a lot of “We Are Not Like Other People..,.,.,,...” shit. 

that last point is not inherently a bad thing, for example the new slipknot album is literally called “we are not your kind” but the song that contains that line as a lyric is all out life, and corey taylor is screaming that entire song and the instrumentals are reminiscent of speed metal with how fucking energetic they are. its edgy and its GREAT. twenty one pilots just sounds like they think theyre the shit.

also, and i want you to read the following sentence in a bass boosted voice to best understand how i feel when i say this:

the twenty one pilots cover of cancer is an embarrassment that completely misses the point of the original song and changed it into a weird amalgamation of lo-fi synth pop.

emo music is dead. thank u and goodnight.

[coffeeandmoonthoughts]

my mothers daughter

I sat in the passenger seat and she looked at me like I was an alien. With the most serious face she said, “I will never understand you... You’re so different than I was.” I don’t even remember what we were talking about at that particular moment but she looked at me like I had two heads. Or no head at all. Or like I dropped down from mars and landed in her living room one day and decided to call her mom. And it wasn’t what she said that bothered me so much, it was that the expression on her face was genuine. It matched the words coming out and at that moment I knew that not only was she saying those words, but she meant those words. She felt those words. I was an alien child. And right then and there my mother ran over my heart with a semi, backed over it and ran over it again until it was a little flat pancake.

I knew she always thought I was different and that was okay with me, but it wasn’t okay with her. I decided that she would probably never understand me and it wasn’t worth trying my whole life to be understood. I accepted it. I decided I would attempt to be myself, whoever that may be. When I was 11 or 12 she put me in etiquette classes. You know, which fork to use, how to apply mascara, how to walk, how to sit etc. it sounds stupid. It was stupid. I didn’t care about it at all. It’s not like I was a giant slob, I wasn’t at all. I was just a normal girl. But apparently I needed to “learn” the correct way to be. I went just to make her happy and partly because I was curious. What is so wrong about me that I needed to learn? None of it really made any sense to me though. I was happy just to exist and wasn’t that enough? As time went on I got indignant about it. Blatant. Elbows off the table. Told to cross my legs every time I sat like a boy. As if my legs were a dangerous invitation to any passerby who couldn’t control himself. As if my existence was meant to both deter and attract at the same time? Wait. I’m confused now, i’m getting mixed messages. It didn’t make any sense to me. I never put any real stock in it. Every time I walked into the room with an “I’m ready to go” and she replied with a comment of “Dont you want to put some jewelry on? Earrings? Maybe some lipgloss would do you some good” I rolled my eyes and more and more blatantly did the opposite. It’s not her fault she had a tree hugging hippie daughter. And its not my fault I was born to an eccentric mother. It’s not like I asked for it. I was just born... different than her. I felt like I had been born with the veil torn. I felt like when I saw, I saw passed things. I felt like I saw through things. For whatever reason, my viewing lens was cracked and when she put me in school it felt even more apparent. I once came across a quote from Eckart Tolle, something to the effect of being an outsider makes life difficult, but it places you at an advantage as far as enlightenment is concerned, it brings you out of unconsciousness as if by force. Perhaps that was what happened. Perhaps it wasn't. 

That wasn’t me. But what did I know. My life was flipped over so many times I didn’t know which side was right side up anymore. She did that a lot though, made me feel alien. Like it wasn't correct to just live, that there was something that could be “fixed” or was on the verge of breaking. An idea which I attributed to her mother and her upbringing and the cult she persistently tried to get me to follow. I was constantly attempting to deprogram myself. Why would I want to be a part of something so cold? Something that accepted and then rejected the same people at the drop of a hat? It never made sense to me. Why would I subject myself to the flighty rules made up by people who didn't seem to understand their implications? I didn't want to walk on pins and needles all the time, thinking that I might fall off the wagon if I even so much as mingled with outsiders. If your cult was so weak that you could fall off the wagon so easily, did I want to be a part of that? Something not solid? Something that made you feel so terrible and weak all the time? I tried to connect to it, I really did, for my mothers sake, but I never took to it. Actually, I never took to a lot of traditional things. I never planned a dream wedding like most girls my age did. I never planned on getting married at all (at the time). If I wanted a relationship, couldn't it be special even without marriage? Surely it wasn't special because of marriage. Before you go on spitting off pro-marriage statistics to me, just look at all the unhappily married people who only stay together because they feel they’ve gotten too old to start over. But explaining that to anyone who would listen wasn't worth it for me. A lot of my ideas came from myself (my super young self) and I didn't take quickly to the ideas of others unless they could honestly reason it all out for me and win me over. Sure, she and I had our similarities. But it was really our differences that seemed to be the elephant in the room and my opinions were blasphemy. 

I remember when I realized what it all really was when I was advised not to participate in yoga and meditation. I was always more liberal, left on my own for periods of time for probably too long, and I started practicing when I was in high school. My thoughts were chaotic. All I needed was a little peace and quiet and meditation seemed to help. But I was told that was dangerous because it empties the mind and allows the ‘devil’ to creep in. Um excuse me? I can't trust my own mind? What is going to seep in? Thoughts of Mac and cheese? I didn't understand how something that made so much sense could be so dangerous. To them. The only way their words made sense to me is that they didn't want me to do it out of fear. Fear that I think for myself. Fear that I listen to myself. Fear that their claims are empty. I think my brain broke with the first nightmare I had about it. It broke my reality. In the dream everyone was clearly losing their minds, but when I brought it up to someone they tried to convince me I was the one losing it and almost turned me in. I shut up. I realized, in the dream, that in order to survive, I had to pretend this was all normal. I woke up and tears were running down my face. I was crying in my sleep and it shook me for days because it was so terrifying. 

I didn't know a whole lot about my mom. I know, its weird right? Who doesn't know a lot about their mother? But, honestly she never talked about it. I knew where she came from, her family, the time she lived with her sister and accidentally shattered her arm when she fell through a glass door, her horse, how she danced ballet well into college, how she unearthed a dead body at a truck stop on her graduation road trip to Michigan. But none of that told me who she was. Based on what she was like now, and the way she looked at me in that moment in the car, it was clear to her that I was different. It wasn't that she did it all the time or attempted to purposely make me feel bad. Sometimes she was positive about it. Told me things like “you have a head about you” “you have this way of looking at things that I wish I had”. I thought it particularly nice once when she called me brave and wise. It made me feel like she sort of admired me (what mother doesn't say that about their children). But this time, when she said “I will never understand you” she had a deep furrow in her brow, her face was serious and she said it slow, as if it hurt her that she couldn't understand me. It hurt her. I looked out the window and tried to play it off. I pretended it didn't bother me, that I was stubborn and didn't care and wouldn't apologize for being myself. I would eventually learn that her family has a way of taking important things and hiding them under beds, shoving bones into closets and sweeping words under rugs to build and build until the whole room is a silent, tense mess and it was seeping into me too. I was adapting to that silent way of dealing with the truth. I didn't want to live like that. 

Later, I would unearth much more than I ever wanted to know about my mother. I asked and got what was coming to me - more than I bargained for. I don't know how to go back now. Now I know why she is the way she is. I pieced things together and I learned a dark dark history and a sad sad life I wish I never knew anything about. I wish I lived in a bubble. I wish I didn't see those things she told me every time I looked at her. I wish I hadn't fallen apart and landed on her doorstep, a sobbing mess demanding answers. But I did. And she spilled it all to me, and then some. Things that my family doesn't know. And I can't ask them if they know. And I can't ask my Dad if he knows. She broke down that night and cried. She told me about her brother and what he did to her when she was young. In my eyes her family was always shrouded in dark secrets and nothing ever made sense. I tried to add it all up, the battles, the feuds, the long silences and estranged people but I never had all the pieces to fit together and I stopped talking to that side of the family a long time ago. There had been scandal in their pristine world. Once she started, she didn't stop. And, oh god, the words were coming out of her mouth and it was more than I ever wanted to know or imagine, from my own mother. I didn't know how to react. I listened and my heart burst and broke and burst again and I got what I asked for. This isn't real, I thought. These things happen to other people, not my mother. These thing send people to therapy for years. She went on telling me about how my Dad shut her out after my brother died. He didn't have the tools he needed to deal with things. She went to her parents and I don’t think she got the kind of emotional support there that she needed. Which makes sense why she clung so tightly to her beliefs now. She told me about her, a little girl in a dressing room, breaking down and crying because the person’s body she saw in the mirror didn't look like it belonged to her. She dissociated. I see that girl every time I look at her now. I can't help it. How do people learn these things and are just okay about it? How did she deal with it? I know she didn't get help and obviously it bled into the rest of her life. And, can I ask her that? I didn't want to pry and she was falling apart as it is. Was this going to be something we never spoke about? God. It’s too terrible to even begin.

I thought about the time when he was in my kitchen for thanksgiving. Of course, I hadn't known about what happened then. I hadn't known why he was so estranged or what he had done time in jail for. It makes sense why he landed on the other side of the country, I guess. I hadn't known anything about him - I barely knew him. But there he stood in my kitchen in the spirit of thanksgiving. The second he walked through the front door I knew something was off. It was the way he looked at me. I thought it was because he hadn't seen me in like... twenty years, maybe? Idk. But then I realized it might be because I'm a spitting image of my mother at my age (without the dark hair) and that might shock someone who was long lost family. Nevertheless, he sent shivers up my spine and I didn't know why. He held my gaze for too long. It was in the way he mannered himself. I hustled and bustled from one thing to another, trying not to look at him while I talked. I couldn't look him in the eye and I didn't know why. But I knew. I think I really knew deep down. I didn't know what it was but I had a huge feeling and it weirded me out so hard I refused stay alone with him in the same room. I thought I was unfriendly. I thought something was wrong with me - that I was the only one responding this way to him. He was there. He was fucking there. In the same room as me. I fucking knew. It was the way he looked at me and asked me questions. I made excuses to constantly leave the room and I thought I was being rude. I wondered if he remembered when my Dad grabbed my sister and I, packed the van in the middle of the night and left the family reunion when a scandal broke out. I wonder what happened then. I wonder if he thought of that when he was standing in the kitchen. I heard my Dad was furious. Of course, I was too young to remember any of it and I'm not even sure I have the facts right or who did what but I really think I fucking know. I don't have all the facts, but I can piece things together enough. I wonder if he knew how bad these things tear families apart. How families like this refuse to speak on it and how when you don't speak, secrets grow into silent monsters and tear people apart from the inside. People like my mother. My mother. I wanted to punch him. Worse than that. I wanted to tear him apart.

And here I am, the only one in my generation to know. At least, I’m pretty sure. my mother wouldn't have came clean to me in that way if I wasn't the only one she came clean to. She just broke down and it all came spilling out, like she was ashamed of her pain. I asked her how people went on acting like everything is fine if everyone is hurting somewhere deep down inside and refuse to heal it. She told me they pretend. She told me they all do a good job of pretending. Now, I don't think you have to pretend but I think you do have to heal. Its not your fault if you’re fucked up but it’s your fault if you stay that way and don't fix yourself. I wanted to talk to someone about it. I can't exactly ask my siblings if they know without spilling the beans. And I don't speak to anyone else in the family, I wouldn't talk to them if my life depended on it. I didn't hardly have anyone to speak to anymore. I wonder what my Dad knew. I can't exactly call him up and say “So.... what do you know about mom... like moms childhood... like moms brother.. specifically . and stuff..” Those words won't exactly come out in a way you could recover from. This has been weighing on me since summer. I tried to think of the words to describe it. I tried to think of ways to get past it. Ways to bring it up. Ways to get clarity. What to do with this information, besides carry the very heavy weight of it. But all the perfect words floated over my head and when I reached for them I was only able to grab ahold of bits and pieces and it never came out right.

Every family has their secrets, their drama, their dark hidden closets. I started thinking about all the little things that bleed from one generation to another. I thought of every action and consequence spreading out creating the veins of an entire family. One giant ripple. My mother. Her mother. Her mother’s mother. Just looking at a picture, or looking at a family on the outside you can't tell the secrets that brought them there. But every family has a ripple. Every family has one. Some troubles go deeper than others. I look at my friends’ families now and I wonder.. I wonder what they are hiding too. I wonder how I looked him in the eye in the kitchen and averted my gaze because I fucking knew it in my gut. And now I know for sure. The words I never wanted to hear came tumbling out unstoppable. And now I know what made her who she is today and however messed up she may be or clinging to her strong beliefs, I know what made her and how she found the ways to overcome things she never thought she would even live through. 

In the end, I think it’s really the good little things that hold us all together. We grow the little things so big they overshadow the bad things that happen to us and that’s what carries us on through life. When you heal you start your pile of good things and eventually your pile of bad things gets smaller and smaller until it’s just a tiny dot in the background of a life you chose to make beautiful. I think that’s how you get past something like this when it feels like it may creep into the rest of your life. 

[brawla]

What was his childhood like with his brothers and a single mother, and how did he come out to them? Was he well received? How does it affect all his relationships in life, given the time period?

GH okay i can talk in depth about this so its going under a cut. warnin for talk abt dysphoria, blasphemy (only kind of vaguely referred to), vague implications of nonphysical abuse and potential misgendering/transphobia/etc

so like… he was born a fraternal twin which wasnt so shocking to the family dynamic bc there was already a pair of twins But after having a total of 9 kids and One of them being born biologically female you kinda fixate on that yknow? so. elliot was most definitely Pegged to be the odd one out from the start but he kinda never really was. he played in the same way that his brothers played and loved getting dirty and being a general nuisance and he was, in essence, already One Of The Boys by like age 4. i should note also his oldest brother is 10 years older and most of them have like a ½ y age difference

inserting this bit right here to clarify the dog incident happened when he was 6 and four of them were playing in a dry canal n there were wild dogs hiding in the underpass (and up until then hed only known dogs as nice creatures) so he goes to pet em yadda yadda arms and legs get fucked up real bad. forearms are still wicked sensitive and scarred up but his knees recovered merely because he ran. they didnt have money for hospital bills so he was kinda useless for a while though

so anyway. despite her child obviously being a “““tomboy”““ she still attempted to force him into frilly dresses and do his hair all nice and when he was Really young he didnt super care but eventually noticed the difference in how his mom allowed his brothers to behave vs how she allowed him to behave and it upset him??? and granted this was more when he was like 8 or 9 and it was less “elli go play” and more “elli help me with dinner” even though she often didnt include anybody else in that request. so he starts cutting his own hair and disobeying openly and gets kinda mean because of it (thus his inclusion in being a Town Terror with the other brothers) uhh

they fought a Lot as kids bc margaret wasnt the Best at keeping them in line especially when shed get more concerned with sleeping with other men/going out for the nice bc once chase (oldest) was old enough to technically be in charge shed just kinda Leave sometimes an pray they didnt set the house on fire. because of that it was “im trapped in a house with all my brothers lets wrestle and scream until the neighbors call the cops on us because somebody might be dying” but at the end of the day they still had that Sibling Bond that rose above anything else

moving back onto the Trans Narrative: he realizes somethings up mid/end of middle school and hes not sure how to put it into words but he doesnt Feel Good anymore. doesnt like hearing his deadname or being the singular “girl” of the family. his twin, owen, is like, his first Go To for comfort and owen doesnt know either but he doesnt really Care. one time he tries to tell his mom but she waves him off and tells him never to bring it up again and… he Doesnt. goes through his first couple years of high school horrifically depressed and just barely passing year to year if Even passing until the very beginning of junior year he just Stops going. owen and some of the more fraternal of his brothers, when older, are kinda the only thing that keeps him grounded and ultimately he feels Useless ages 16 to 18

spy is his first contact bc he knows his mom who kinda just laments about how useless this kid who used to be so excited to play baseball with his brothers and run around and race freely is all of the sudden, please make him stop. and spys reluctant but also Guilty and has him flown out to nm for various hit and run jobs and elliot doesnt really realize what hes been thrust into at first but it gets to a point where doing Anything (even Crime) feels so good he doesnt care. inducted officially into the team when hes 19 or 20 and also has his name legally changed within that time period (jeremy is his “formal” name his mom insisted upon when he informed her this was a thing that was happening and she couldnt do anything about it, but if addressed by his actual name hed much rather hear elliot except in Official or as previously stated, formal, settings). voila The Scout is born

he technically comes out to the family when hes like 18/19 and already living out of home and he comes back to visit for a gathering where a lot of people are there includin some of his brothers’ dads. and nobody really knows what to do (mom im trans and also stronger than you so dont try any shit) bc most of them are religious and all of the boys were raised christian even if they were just going to church for the sake of going to church. and like… over time they adapt… margaret pulls the whole “this is all my fault my babys going to hell” thing for a while and makes it about her and some of his brothers do the same (william, the second oldest and michael, one of the other twins are the only two who are like “absolutely not youre disowned never speak to me again” and disallow their kids from seeing him EVEN THOUGH his nieces and nephews love him the Most) but eventually they kinda Get It. and dont Agree with it but cant bear to just leave their baby brother behind. so. its like. they fuck up the pronouns a lot but still Vaguely try. he doesnt talk to them a lot and wishes honestly hed never said anything and just moved out and lived stealth (hes stealth in tfi). he sends money home bc despite all his mom did and said to him bc deep down he still cares but. yknow. he avoids them if he can

SORRY THAT GOT LONG onto other tidbits

he never did baseball in school but played recreationally with the boys every time he got the opportunity to but he did run track when he got to eighth grade/high school and was really fantastic at it. hed run and began exercising initially as a way to beat his brothers but his mom makes some off-handed comment about how its good hes finally doing that, he could bear to lose somea that chub, nobody likes a fat girl (hes 12!) and is like Ah. and hes less self conscious about his weight now bc hes accepted the fact most of his weight is muscle and hes naturally curvy partly bc hes pretty and partly bc hes a runner. hes very very secure in himself and his identity even if he cant just tell people hes trans

he probably wouldve continued religiously if he hadnt been told by multiple sources that the “behaviors” he engaged in would upset god and get him banished to hell for life so he stopped going to church when he moved. of course, god only confirming he was his gift to the earth made him (silently) rub it in his familys face and he stopped uhh. believing in what was taught at churches simply bc he was convinced hed met god and proved all of them wrong? anyway

at the age and place he is he tends not to make lasting relationships with many people, at least romantically, because hes positive one of these days hell move to a place people dont know him and hell have had surgery and suddenly fit in with the cis and be able to settle down then. god knows he has the money for it; but for where hes at he tends not to care, not to tell anybody, n probably hasnt uhhh yknow Bonked for several years which is whatever he lives. He Lives. i think thats all i have to say on this IM SO SORRY but. this ask is very important to me

[subterrenianofficeworker-blog]

cold turkey eugogoolgolization

cold turkey writes willfully his rights inside of a compliant complaint begging sweetly for help to come for him and all his friends (or at the very least ever “her”) for who not deserves it most? well, well spaced banter means something meaningful to most. bible folk never read the book in their hands and know nothing at all but hatred. they know nothing of love, have ye ever even read that book? cold turkey rights hold his hand and cares a lot. speak easy east wind handbook can say he knows his feelings well, bobby hare krishna speaks like a strawberry brother of old but not quite, as you know, down the street, his old friend yippies determined to meet yet not hip enough for his idols and friends, brothers theyll put but unaware he even is! at all! wellneverknowtomorrowbuttodayijustgottawait. not so compliant cold turkey grants daft syllables to his darlings in the dark hoping the people play along, but the joke is all his! and so are the apples and imported strawberries. green as they come up “he just loves to wait” they think only seeing. they walk on never guessing cold turkey. he finds them again until a good time and they say spoken word blooms and they asssume its a freak of nature and a small world, hare krishna! well well well spoken blasphemy going behind me i wish everyone well. cold turkey has a middle name, it is jeremy hare. cold jeremy hare turkey dreams and then forgets them so they can come true. cold jeremy hare turkey wakes to a shouting head and gets mad that somethings repressed, nobody has anything but tea and that offends the apples, but its not bad. they assume the breeze is why as the day lates they can cheese with ease; as in smile. hoping they stay longer than their lotted while but when hope comes true secretly wishing they could go back to secreting with theirs. well i care and theres nothing that can be done! Trust me theyve tried. and easily working their way around the question. you see how everything is about you? i need to get better at the game. “get better at the game.” speaking someones language i sense pandering and slander, for no one, what should have lasted years. the song too new to be background noise. shocking and unexpected dreams never dreamt come true. cold jeremy hare turkey cant do a thing against it. cold jeremy hare turkey isnt a fan nah man not a fan at all. as it goes sipping tea saying thats enough for me. as it goes sipping tea annoyed with the noise that only been heard of until now but is shocking still. can you remember getting hurt? o you old one trick pony. saying my dread is phony, (if only) broke into the shop to wait until day to steal something. old woman proletariat rock star, i heard a story of her the other day actually from “her” actually haha oh man an old man mistook her for a boy in fact my old man mistook “her” for a boy, with bangs like that well the old man hit on her and wanted to bang a man but he learned a woman and wasnt down at all. well i heard her song on “her” friends street by the woods “we” walked through on that day. aint you heard? “i thought id kiss you then” “the way it actually happened was more exciting though dont you think?” either way i regret every time i didnt in my own small way. all histry i wish you the best. a conversation cold jeremy hare turkey overhears from his reading room under the stairs, and asks why there are criss crosses on the walls and found a ghost leaving once but word is the ghost was only in the fan club, and the fan club refuses to read the books they preach in favor of. down the road theres a ferris wheel where sommat were ki-- behind we’re not sure what happened but it was for sure cut off. we’re undergoing investigations. cold jeremy hare turkey reads from the newspaper reccomended by his friend, he tries to go back to his book but finds it hard to enjoy someone elses thoughts while his own are so abnoxious and intoxicating, man- you know how it is. on a parking meter the next day cold turkey breathes tightly and looks at the men going past, with thick black and wavy hair that might not last, with green jackets like military men but theyre literary men, only two have matching shoes and cold cant tell if its awkward for them or their friends when they make eye contact, up again after waffles for breakfast and an unexpected dinner they see the ferris wheel. free and off, cold isnt invited on this ride in particular.

[thedarkcloakedlioness-blog]

The Lakshmanrekha

*Religion often subtly changes our worldviews about gender relations. Read how Dadi’s bed time story widens the horizon for little Anu.**

///WARNING: Heavy Sarcasm, might be offensive if you're too touchy about religion.This piece contains heavy references to Hindu mythology. If you're a Hindu, I did not mean to be blasphemous to offend you. So no death threats please, chill. it is an objective take on the gender discourse prevalent in stories of religion, from a sociological viewpoint.///

Why does Mama insist on brushing teeth every night? Mia said that she doesn’t have to do so.

Little Anu found this mundane task terribly annoying. Especially when she couldn’t wait to go to bed today, as her Dadi ( Grandma) had come from the village to stay with them. Dadi usually stayed in Anu’s room whenever she came to visit and she knew a lot of stories which Mama didn’t. Anu believed that maybe Mama’s class teacher had not told her good stories like Dadi’s had. Anu quickly brushed her teeth and rushed back into the room to find Dadi changing the sheets.

‘ Anu, Did you brush your teeth’?, Mama was at the door.

‘Yes Ma’, Anu replied in a resigned voice.

‘ Good girl. Don’t trouble Dadi too much and go to sleep fast, okay?', Mama said, as she closed the door softly.

Anu climbed into the bed and watched as Dadi swallowed a bunch of multi coloured pills in all sizes and shapes. She decided that when she would be old, she would eat only green pills which was her favourite colour.

‘ Dadi, Dadi, tell me a story’ , Anu chirped excitedly.

‘ Haan, haan*, my dear. Shall I tell you the story of the ever kind Lord Sriram’? (* Hindi word for Yes, showing agreement.)

‘But I wanted to hear stories of animals’, Anu could not help but pout.

‘ Haan dear, this one has plenty of animals in it too’ Dadi reassured her.

‘ Okay then, Dadi’ Anu hoped this story was as good as the story her teacher had taught in class today. It was about a fighting priness called Jhansi Rani whom Anu had grown to admire very much.

‘Ah, so where was I the last time? ‘ Dadi ‘s brows wrinkled, matching her face as she tried to remember.

‘ Lord Sriram, Sita and his brother Laksham were living in the forest now!’ Anu remembered exactly where Dadi had stopped the last time, when she had come to stay with them for Diwali holidays.

‘Lakshmana dear, not Laksham. ‘ Dadi smiled kindly. Anu could never imagine her sweet Dadi ever being angry as her Mama would sometimes.

‘ One day, Sitadevi saw a beautiful deer as she was sitting outside their hut in the forest. It had the most innocent eyes and the grace of an apasaras as it pranced about.'

‘ What's an apsaras, Dadi?’

‘Apsaras are beautiful women who dance and sing in heaven. They are well known for their beauty which has been said to have tempted even the most strong willed men.'

‘ Tempt men?’ Anu was confused as she looked at Dad’s troubled face. What she would be tempted by was when Mama brought a family pack of icecream and not let her have it whenever she wanted. How can women tempt anyone like icecreams? They were not something to eat.

‘How can beautiful women tempt anyone, Dadi?’ Anu was determined to know. Dadi looked a little troubled and unhappy with all the interruptions Anu made.

‘Anu, dont interrupt me like that child! Your cousin, Tina does not do that when I tell her stories. So where was I?’ Dadi’s tone was a little harsher than Anu was used to. Could Dadi get angry if she asked many questions. She could not imagine how someone sweet like her Dadi could get angry and yell at her.

‘But when Sitadevi got too close to the gentle creature, the deer pranced away into the thick forest. So Sitadevi asked her husband Lord Sriram to catch that deer for her.’

‘ But Dadi, why couldn't she go and catch the deer herself?’, Anu piped up.

‘ Because it was a large and thick forest with roaring lions, tigers, jackals, elephants and slithering snakes. It was very dangerous for her to go alone.’

‘ But why was she afraid, Dadi? You said she was the avatar of Goddess Lakshmi. And God made all plants, animals and us. Dadi, you said that Sitadevi was a brave, smart and beautiful princess.’, Anu said as her little brow clouded in her confusion.

‘ Haan dear. But at present, she was human.’ , Dadi continued. 'So she asked Lord Sriram to get her the deer.’

‘ But Lord Sriram was also human. Why wasn’t he afraid?’ Anu asked.

‘ Because he was the avatar of Lord Vishnu, dear. He was the brave prince of Ayodhya. Hai ram*, Hai ram’, Dadi chanted, as she closed her eyes in devotion, touching her prayer beads.( *Hai ram – Hey Lord Ram).

'But Dadi', Anu protested, 'You said before that Sitadevi was a brave lady as well.'

Dadi sighed, closing her eyes. ‘ Listen dear, Men are brave and courageous. They go out into the world and get things done. The duty of an ideal woman is to be faithful to her husband and help him discharge all his worldly duties, as she is dependent on him. Women cannot go out like men do. Its too dangerous. ‘ Dadi tried to impart some wisdom to her grandchild that she had inherited from her own Dadi.

‘ But Dadi, My Mama gets everything done here. She buys all household stuff, water all the plants, takes care of me and our cat,Loopi. She goes to the clinic like Papa goes to the office. She can also drive like Papa.’ Anu did not understand what Dadi was talking about.

‘ Haan, haan dear. Now the times have changed. Women who are brave enough can do some things that men do too. But don't forget that our religion and scriptures put the duties of women as what I have told you- To her husband. All these things women do now are fine, but not as important as being an ideal woman and wife like Sitadevi.'

Anu looked unconvinced. ‘ You will understand when you grow up, my dear.’ Dadi resorted to her ultimate weapon to avoid anymore questions.

‘ So Lord Sriram decided to go and catch that deer. She left Sitadevi in his younger brother Lakshman's protection. But hours passed by and there was no sign of Lord Sriram or the deer. Sitadevi got worried. She asked Lakshmana to go look for her Lord. But Lakshmana did not wanted to leave her alone in the jungle. What if somebody came while he was away and kidnapped Sitadevi.'

‘ They could go together Dadi. Why should she be left alone at their home. Like my Mama takes me with her to clinic if our Auntie doesnt come for work one day.’ , Little Anu was sure that Lakshmana would have done exactly what her Mama did.

‘ No dear. I told you it was a dangerous forest. So Lakshmana, drew a circle around Sitadevi and asked her to stay inside that circle. It was called the Lakshmanrekha. As long as Sitadevi stayed inside the circle, she would be protected from any kidnappers.’ Dadi explained.

‘But what if Sitadevi wanted to go to the bathroom?’, Anu was troubled with this arrangement. Even her strict class teacher who let them go to the bathroom whenever they wanted seemed kinder than Lakshmana.

‘Anu! Don’t ask silly questions my child. ‘ Dadi said sharply.

'So anyway, as Sitadevi sat alone inside the circle, an old man came begging for some food. Now Sitadevi, the most ideal woman could not help but feel compassion to the poor man. But if she had to go in to get the food, she would have to breach the Lakshmanrekha. But she was too kind to let the man starve. So as she stepped out of the circle, there was a loud cackle of laughter.', Dadi paused dramatically.

'Who was it? Who was it?', Anu could not contain her excitement.

'The old man transformed into the hideous Demon King Ravana who captured her and flew away in his flying chariot.', Dadi said.

‘Why didn't Sitadevi fight Raavan like Jhansi Rani fought the men who came to take her kingdom? She was also a princess.'

Anu was outraged, as she sprang up from the bed.

'Sitadevi was not strong enough to fight a hideous and powerful demon like Ravana. She was just a woman. What could she do all alone, with no one to protect her?’ , Dadi asked.

‘ But Jhansi rani fought men alone and..'

Anu! What did I tell you about interrupting me often. ‘, Dadi’s brow clouded in anger. So even Dadi can get angry, Anu thought silently.

‘Where was I? Ah, yes. So you see, all the terrible things that would later happen in the story was because Sitadevi did not heed Lakshmana’s warning and stayed within the Lakshmanrekha.’ Dadi spoke softly, as she turned to face Anu’s troubled expression.

‘ So now do you understand my child, why women should always obey men. You don’t want to be in trouble like Sitadevi did, do you?'

Anu frantically shook her head. Kidnappers were frightening, but demon king kidnappers were much worse.

‘So what did we learn today, then?’ Anu did not want the story to end there. She was not sleepy as yet and was a little worried that demon kings might come to kidnap her while she was asleep.

‘That men know better and women should be like Sitadevi, the ideal woman except when she disobeyed. If women disobey, bad things could happen to them’ , Anu replied in a soft voice as she laid back down.

'Goodnight my child', Dadi turned off the bedside light. Little Anu tried to sleep, a little bit shaken but intrigued by the new knowledge she had acquired. She asked Dadi if she could ever be as good as Sitadevi.

‘Yes, my dear. You would grow up to be a beautiful and well behaved woman like her’, Dadi reassured her.

Little Anu went to sleep a little wiser than she was before.

Author Notes: The piece was a satirical take on sexist ideologies fed to us when we are children in the form of stories. It tries to explore the messed up world from the innocent view of a child. No blasphemy intended. Primarily written as a subtle and satirical feminist discourse. How victims of sexism creates more victims. Also, don't question the logic of the mythological story. It's not my creation and yes, people make all those interpretations that Dadi did.

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

MAYA I TRUSTED YOU

WHAT WOULD WILL POWERS SAY

ok he'd probably be like ‘hehe; guess I'm falling further into obscurity thats cool i was never amazing in the first place’

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“theres only one!”

...that is rare

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“i traded my watch to my kooraheenese friend! it plays the steel samurai theme when it goes off!”

I SMELL A CHEKOVS GUN

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“it sounds just like the steel samurai theme”

“no it doesn't!”

mayas right, it doesn't sound like the steel samurai's theme. 

it sounds BAD.

seriously i feel like my soul is physically rejecting it 

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put your arms akimbo at me again young lady and ill push you into your magic soul pool.

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“that whole séance thing makes trials completely different”

meh

speaking of trials, we’re back to trials! ya–– i dont want to deal with nahyuta

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“you have to pitch your terrible crossover!! i won't let you down”

as much as i disapprove of the crossover let it be known that phoenix is a sweetie pie.

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“The sacred murder dagger was used to murder someone?!?!??! BLASPHEMY!!!”

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“The lowest level of hell; the Hell of Tickling” IM KINKSHAMING KOOORAHEENISM

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“They shall not escape on their /redtext/ Freedom Express today!”

she did it yaaaaayy!

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U R DIARHOEA!!! KOORAHEEN!!!

well i

i cant argue....

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oh god no t voice acting again

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LOL YOU CAN SKIP IT AHAHHAHHA

AND THE DANCE TOO HJDSJSFAKJ

guess its not *that* important eh

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the entire court just called phoenix a shithead. 

i mean people say “Polkhunka” when theyre surprised, and the term is “polkhunan”. so yeah. either hellion, or shithead. nice.

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phoenix: this makes no sense 

me: ooh i cant wait for the bullshit excuse!! 

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Well ill be damned to tickle-hell. Rayfa’s a television aerial. 

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oh i see how they did that. i guess spirit visions have steady-cam?

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.........he ran right into it

dude why 

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i just love this. “yes he ran directly at the killer, to fight them! with his arms flailing in terror!! it might look stupid and fake but actually it’s kooraheen’s biggest martial art, RonDeliteFu!”

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every time Rayfa does her hand-flinging-out pose i mistake her sash for a stick and i keep thinking she’s a muppet 

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“we can’t let the special fires go out, so we make sure to remove the glass around them every year on top of a window mountain so that a woman can um...... walk around it i guess.”

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i hate to admit it but these stupid pond vision things are really stumping my blind ass

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i stg pohlkunka is the stupidest sounding made-up expletive ive ever heard

id rather heard cowabunga every time something shocking happens for godssakes

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“wow he really does care about ema”

hey show dont tell lol

“i cant believe he's come to understand their value”

uhhh well

they stated that they still hold investigations despite their magic pool parties, so uhhhhhhh yeah???? forensic investigators are usually pretty helpful??

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since Sadmad’s catchphrase appears to be ‘putrid’, i keep reading ‘purification rite’ as ‘putrification rite’

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i cant believe they did a “what if... (EXTREME CLOSE UP ZOOM) PLOT TWIST?!”

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STOP SAYING PUTRID

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oh hey its dirty hobo man! ...also i guess the ‘sexy pan up shot’ is for every new character :/

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hobo rangers go...

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...Nahyuta named him A’nohn Ihmus. A’nohn Ihmus.

Well that just cements my idea that Kooraheenians are just a bunch of Americans that stole a landmass and made up a phony baloney culture. 

It has been confirmed that they are legitimately just taking english words and ‘kooraheenifying’ them.

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“i used my binoculars to spy on the rite at the inner sanctum”

A’nohn is just as perverted as his namesake from Tuhmbl’r

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“Feh. I knew you were a fool...” 

Cue Franziska crashing her plane into the court room to yank on Sadmad’s braid to scold him for taking her word.

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“shall be reborn as a witless sea urchin with barbs limited to your posterior”

ok well sadmad, sea urchins asses are next to their mouths... on the bottom of them. completely opposite to the, uh, you know. Spiky part.

So I’m not sure if that serves to strengthen your point or just make you look like a moron

i mean i guess it served to enhance sadmad’s point since phoenix’d be totally smooth and unprotected, but then he wouldn’t even reach adulthood so that sea otter wouldn’t come in too early and...

...he just said phoenix will be reborn as not only mentally slow but also physically deformed.

...uh... nice one, sadmad.

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AND MAYA PULLED A REACHAROUND ON THE PRIEST 

YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST FROM THE HOLY MONK, GUYS

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to be fair, she could have stabbed him with a reverse-grip or not; one doesn’t have to hold their hand at any particular to perform a reach around 

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oh well at least the contradiction is incredibly obvious 

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at least hobo ranger has an excuse to use words like “bucko”

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i hate that,,,, theres a rule against climbing the mountains during the rite. that means that there have been perverts of yore who tried to spy on the lady changing 

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hes gonna see her shad–– (sigh)

yknow, i dont think shadows are detailed enough to know which way someone is holding a knife.

also moonlight isn't that bright 

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DWAAYYYYMMMN

sasquatch’d!!

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ok so... does happiraki mean “hello” or “hooray!” because its been used it both contexts 

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i just realized that the Plumed Punisher theme song sounds like one of those posts where someone takes a recognizable song and fucks with it in a silly way, like pitch shifting it at awkward moments or changing the key

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i cannot believe i have to use a fucking walkthrough for this game. I'm disgusted with myself. I'm better than this.

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“no one was allowed in there and the only way up were the stairs!”

ah yes, the unguarded stairs surrounded by people who had their heads down. in prayer.

totally impenetrable. 

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“What?! This is insane!!” no no, phoenix, youre doing it wrong. you have to say “this”, then sadmad has to say “is” and then the judge has to yell “insaaaaane!!” because its funny when one person says one word of a sentence each!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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‘rah rah sis boom bah, fight, fight, phoenix wright!!”

um excuse me maya who gave you the right to be cute

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why does sadmad only have one hand-guard-glove thingy

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“my bag of bluffs” is an interesting and long way to say “ass”

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they put... a maximum security prison... on top of their holy mountain. they put their criminals... on top of their. holy mountain.

they put a jail. in a church. in fact they put it higher up... closer to... god. 

what the fuck. the fourth one. only accessible by helicopter.

who was smoking what when they decided this???

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(sigh) mmmmm id been waiting to use that patchwork quilt

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“hell of hangnails”

not as fetishy but still pretty–– actually you know what that sounds kinda fucked up. isn't that just kinda G rated torture anyway 

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wow that incredibly obvious lie deserves the terrible pursuit theme??

maybe its the last one (i hope)

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“are you the rebel hunter!!??!?!?!??”

um well no, unless the rebel hunter is a criminal. jackass.

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...cutting dirty deals with criminals, are we, sadmad?

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“haha, the fact that the third person at the scene was a wanted criminal destroys your theory that it was the rebel hunter Keera that killed the high priest!!”

...wow... gosh i was wrong... and the fact that a wanted criminal was actually at the scene... doesn’t help me at all... because once i said that one person didi it, it couldn’t possibly be someone else... oh no... i guess it was Maya who did it... for reals... not the.... wanted criminal....

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...hang on, his little power rangers dance was the defiant dragons dance? how... did nobody notice this?? sadmad really was colluding with criminals wasn’t he. gosh. what a trustworthy guy.

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phoenix: oh no!! his testimony was a lie!!

oh no! the testimony that did nothing but damage your case was a lie!!! 

??????

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sadmad: get him!

hobo ranger: (does a little hop and daintily scurries off)

sadmad: ... (takes a good five leisurely seconds to stop the background music) put everyone on high alert. i want everyone after that guy

that guy who just. skipped out of a courtroom. past hundreds of crazy people and several bailiffs. 

haha... the kooraheenes police. to quote phelous... THEY’RE THE BEST!

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“what was the point of all that, anyway?”

search me, phoenix.

“well, i cant help but feel that entire episode was an enormous waste of time”

hey capcom? hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it better. it just amplifies how much it sucks.

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“yes! i recognized that piece of paper because it looks exactly like the piece i have! thats covered in blood and unrecognizable!!!”

...nice

OH AND ITS THE PERFECT FIT TO COVER THE BLOODSTAIN WELL ISNT THAT JUST FUCKIN SERENDIPITOUS 

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“the ignorant lawyer has not bothered to learn out language??”

well A) he's not an international attorney, B) he was on vacation, not studying abroad, and C) fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. you’re all speaking english all the time anyway, you bunch of fuckin phoneys 

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i stg sadmad if you say putrid one more time i’ll cram a rotten egg down your pasty white gullet and show you the meaning of the word 

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“the criminal could have only escaped if the high priest helped him out, so why would he kill him?”

hey sadmad? remember that thing about using your putrid brain? yeah, doesn’t take too big a leap to realize that you might’ve just proved phoenix’s ‘idiot theory’ right. maybe the priest um... was a rebel??? who was going to do just that??? and the rebel killer offed his sorry ass?

perhaps, o foolish prosecutor, you should think before you open your rancid lips... lo, in your ignorance, you will be cast down to the hell of those who are kind of stupid....... the hell of perpetual fart smell. there you shall inhale the decomposing winds of ten thousand and one accursed mihtama, while fart fetishists gaze on in envy... 

oh wow i didnt even need to go on that spiel, he just admitted it straight up. but yeah, apparently when Lady Kee’ra impersonator kills a rebel, it’s A-OK. But when Maya kills a rebel, well, fuck, she’s a foreign bitch, execute her!!

also the way he said it seems to imply that he knew all along so uh

maybe people should start suspecting this guy. he seems to... know a lot of rebel criminals.

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every time sadmad shakes his head i wanna break his neck

man i remember being annoyed at edgeworth in the first game and wanting to hop my desk and rough him up, but never wanting to physically maim or kill him. you suck, sadmad. 

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WE GOT IT, FOLKS!! WE GOT THE ASSAULT!! IT’S UM, IT’S SUPERNATURAL FORCE ASSAULT THIS TIME. 

FUCK BIRDS AND SWORDS, I GUESS? ACTUAL MAGIC IS THE WAY TO GO?

hey sadmad; tickling? bondage? can we... keep that out of the courtroom please?

also “oh no! i can’t point my finger!!” phoenix cries, forgetting that he has two arms. i guess capcom won’t spring for more than one sprite tho haha

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“the keera we saw was the statue draped in the sacred robes!”

with a... knife sticking out, apparently. ok..?

also gosh, maya’s really fast, tiptoeing around the abbot, draping the costume just so, then tiptoeing back around? like lightning she is!!

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he just cut off his own theme song.

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“she used her fiendish tricks to fool the court room”

which didn’t work at all if you remember the beginning of this court so fuck you?

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“she sought to use the divination seance to mislead us!”

good going, pointing out an absolutely massive flaw in your country’s legal system, sadmad.

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i cant believe we had a flashback for absolutely no other reason than Sadmad to gloat. I FILE FOR A MISTRIAL ON GROUNDS OF MISUSE OF FLASHBACKS.

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please oh god just let it end i dont have enough space in my stomach for any more ulcers

i can’t stand hearing him say let it go one more time please I'm begging you

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oh no... phoenix has failed... he’s going to die... it’s really going to happen...

just get to the surprise witness or whatever already

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oh thank god. love you, headband guy

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“the dagger bears the finger prints of maya fey!”

wow. the police suck major ass at catching running people, but their finger print checking speed is second-to-none. ...either that or they waited a while before telling people about a dead body.......

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oh gosh!!! its totally maya!!! she arrived 2 years ago and so did lady keera and 

yeah no. it’s not her. 

but even if it was, kinda awkward there, sadmad? she’s um. kind of a hero to you.

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i dont get it why is everyone freaking out. i thought the keera impersonator was considered some kind of vigilante hero? why is it suddenly bad when they “find out” it’s maya? is it because she isn't kooraheenees?

I'm honestly really confused. everyone was rooting for the masked defender one moment, but now that its maya, it’s murder?? 

seriously what the fuck. like the gallery was legit going “ah!! lady keera has come back to save us from the rebels!”

and then its like “its not divine its some foreign bitch in a cloak” and now its like SERIAL KILLER. also, nice. we’ve never been allowed another day in court because there was a second charge racked up. awesome. (with the possible exception of Ron Delite, tho he was changing his charge)

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sadmad can go choke on his own braid and the gallery can lick their own hypocritical asses. i can’t believe i stayed up till 2 am to finish this section.